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Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Free verse | |

A Collapsing Yippie

It seems like everybody around me has forgotten,
they're stuck on a thought again,
saying alot and whining more.
Preying on their own self-doubts,
they have so much,
yet see so little.
so stubborn.
Can't they see that 64 inch TV,
or feel the beating of the jets in their hot tub ?
They measure their lives too much,
they have fallen into the "Great American Dream Sham"
as my friend "Chad Williams Lowther" would say !
Its a ruse,
an antidote,
so they can make changes in their lives which they normally wouldn't do,
because they lack the strength and insight,
so they get stuck in their minds.
Wheels spin,
tears fall,
marriages crumble
and the damn kids are really suffering,
cause they don't have the latest video gizmo box.
Thoughtless over-reactions of self- abuse,
much like an addict who is never satisfied.
"The Great American Dream Sham" sucked them in,
they forgot,
macroni and cheese,
kool-aid,
saturday morning cartoons and matinees.
All replaced by todays goals and desires,
which are masquerading as tired souls trying to find solice,
stuck in "the Great American Dream Sham"
and now saying all there is to say,
Hail, Hail to me 
and all who are free,
all who go their own way
and all who see though it !




Details | I do not know? | |

Anger

There it is again
Bubbling up from within
Wretched wrath washing over me
Vile disgusting filth freely flowing
Angry demons seizing control
Forced attrition to evil urges

Screaming 
Yelling
Rants of rage

Watched from within
Helpless
Powerless

Unable to soothe the beast
Surrender to aggression
Until the bile is expelled
Vomited forth in fury
Leaving only the bitter tastes
Of regret and sorrow 


Details | Couplet | |

A Bag of Popcorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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



Details | Rhyme | |

From My Window Lofty High

From my window lofty high
I sit and watch the passersby 
Safely from within the womb
Of this quiet and private room
That's my asylum in the sky
And, I imagine...

From the safety of my perch
Above the elm, the oak, and birch
Alone, I slowly drift through life
Exempt from conflict, chance, or strife
Away from any harmful search
And, I imagine...

From my pinnacle of peace
Much like the eagle, lark, and geese
I wrap myself in solitude
Safely from the multitudes
And their evils that never cease
And, I imagine...

I imagine a world of peace and good
With people living as people should
A world glowing with brotherly love
That's flowing down from God above
With all faiths tolerantly understood
But then...

From my window lofty high
I'm left alone to wonder why
Why the world became so cold
And, why compassion can't unfold
Out there perhaps a soul could try
But here alone,
                     ...I can only imagine.


                                            Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Narrative | |

Faces Along the Way

Life is but a winding road
Filled with faces along the way
Coming in and out of your life
Coloring your every day

Yet most spend just a moment
A fleeting glimpse before your eyes
They giveth not and taketh not
And cause you barely a rise

And some stay just a moment
Earning a thought upon your mind
Triggers for countless memories
These are the most common kind

And fewer still stay even longer
And commune with you a while
Leaving behind dearest memoirs
Of sweet tears or a special smile

And rarer still those faces grand
Building mansions in your soul
These are the faces of a lifetime
Whose virtue you do extol

And know that you simply are
A feature filled soiree
A portrait in collage 
Of the faces along the way


Details | Free verse | |

Oneness

Oneness
                   Authored by Chuck Keys

It had no color,
Lacking shape, size and dimension.
It wasn't moving or breathing.

There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there.
Touching was useless because it wasn't physical.
It was indistinct and limitless.

Thinking multi-physically
Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically 
It wasn't here or there and it was.

With no distinction, 
It looked like everything else,
Or it could not have looked like everything else.

It never made me feel good nor bad,
Nor happy nor sad
Nor quite nor trite.

In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort,
Looking more on the surface and less on the inside,
Ready to judge and be judged from outside in.

The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits,
From outside to inside and from inside to outside.
We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness."

Differences exist for differences, 
Therefore, differences don't exist.
Only "oneness" exists.

DEDICATION:
This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community,
For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment.  
www.gandhiking.ning.com


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Smoke Rings in the Dark

We sit alone in the shadows outside,
Blowing smoke rings in the dark;
Watching them rise and then divide,
The cherry just a glowing spark;

This is what living is all about,
I’m more happy now than I care to admit;
Talking, laughing, and hanging out,
Just sitting here with our cigarettes lit; 

Blowing smoke rings towards the sky,
Your simple words tugging at my heart;
I lean on your shoulder with a satisfied sigh;
And watch as they slowly drift apart;

Doing all the things we shouldn’t do;
I liked being here alone with you,

Blowing Smoke rings in the dark...


Details | Narrative | |

The Drying Of The Ink

No longer at desk the typewriter has been given 
it's final rest.
As he cant recall the day or year.

The once strong mind is closed the body
but a museum or tribute to what once was.
he his home but locked within himself.

Vist's from thoose who once knew the man 
are like people viewing a body at a wake.
he calls from within the shell for for release.

Yet his lips will not move his voice never sounds.
Inside he burns for the chance to run as the river
chases the sea.

To be the man they never knew and the one he 
could admire and both despise.

The page sits in typewriter like a willing 
eager lover in bed. 
Waitting in stockings that cling to delicate thigh.
the tears escapes it's minds prison.

He thirsts for it like a drunk for that morning drink
of whiskey waitting hands held togather trying
to keep from shaking.

He sits as a painter without hand.
watching the most beautiful sunset fade without 
a chance of ever capturing this moment.

The ink is drying he feels it everyday.
Soon he hopes like the dust that does gather
he will be swept away.


Details | Terza Rima | |

Punching Preachers

two bible-blabbering, prattling pastors

   from two denominational sectors

      ended up in stitches and bloody plasters;


those around said it actually began

   when one yelled, "faith alone can save a man!",

      the other screamed, "only charitable acts can!";


swinging bulky bibles, shouting curses,

   they whacked each other's eardrums and noses,

      bludgeoned and bloodied their righteous faces;


so ironic, how they maimed each other

   for faith, for charity and didn't bother

      to heed the Lord's words: "Love one another."


Details | Free verse | |

The Poet

The Poet

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Different Game

Friends and trouble go hand in hand.
Legends of the  neighborhood.
Like statues  and vacant buildings  still stand.

A crime in plain view no one ever saw.
Held hostage in fear.
The mouse sturggles to escape from 
cats claw.

Blood on the bricks  that stains my mind.
Time takes me away.
Yet never leaves the memory far behind.

Summers in the city nights run into days.
We turn are backs to the truth.
But in this game everyone plays.

Heros are villians  depending 
on who you are.
Stories told bout the other night.
Hidden truths  like the bat under the bar.

The players are future tombstones
Men glorified beyond there name.
the citys children caught within her  confines.
Forced to play a different  game.

 


Details | Light Poetry | |

OLD HOUSE

I’m looking at an old house
Called home    by someone

I will look at any old house    new    or    old    but
Home is ALWAYS an old house

Old people open doors
Walk the floors

Old people light the candles
Decorate the mantles

And    the roof ever slants
So young thoughts may go

Sliding down    to settle on ground
In front of home

Seasons come
Seasons go
 
Cloudy    bright
Rain    or    snow

Inside    though
Home is    ever    warmed

By timeless ghosts
Of hearth    reborn

I’m climbing the stairs of an old house
Called home by someone

To open a door
Find stairs     and    climb some more


To follow the footsteps of some vague someone
In an old house called home
...............................................................
For Trudy






Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | I do not know? | |

The Ringer

What if age was determined
By the amount of life experiences you had
Would you be an old timer, seasoned
Or a young naïve lad?

Would you change the way you lived
Or would you be satisfied?
Would changes to your life be massive,
Or would you seek a priest to confide?

I wonder why we don't live more
Not knowing when the curtain falls
Instead we tread on egg-shell floors
As if we plan when the bell tolls..


Details | Free verse | |

New Eyes

      Before the rain came,
I did not understand the words.
They were simply beauty to me
     in a foreign language
     in a tempo perfect
that fit my mood.
     Rich and pretty ... and 
         a bit oblique.
     But the seed fell deeply 
when I looked away.
Sweet siren music I heard in ocean
        covered streams ... and
        salt water flowers.
I knew angels in waking sleep
        and watched my mind
        tell me lies.
I turned up the silence and grew still.
     Clarity sparkled in smog and mud puddles
and then I understood.  the words.
        and the rain.  
            stinging cold ... and
                 purifying.
x


Details | Narrative | |

Moment of Clarity

Stumbling Through a Bewildering Maze,
Of Thoughts and Dreams, He Finds Emptiness.

The Over-exhuming Haze of a Comfortable
Life Exhausts Him, And He Sinks into Himself.

Words From His Brief Interactions Are Destroyed
By Him, Not Absorbed. It's Killing Him.

Water From His Dusty Satchel, Glints as
He Spills it onto His Lap.

                 -You're Losing it -

He Feels The Stares From Countless Eyes,
And Shrugs it off with Solitude as his Shield.

You've Become The Guy Your Parents Used
To Tell You To Avoid in The Street.

                  - You Wanna Hurt People -

He watches the Cliques of People Enjoy his
Insecurity. No-one Takes him Seriously.

He Picks The biggest Guy, His Shank, more
Powerful Than His Fist, He walks towards Him.

                   - It's About To Go Sour -

His Feet Crunches Aeons Beneath Him, And
Stamps Out His Future Genetics.

The Shank, Concealed in his Sleeve. Here it
Comes, This Was his final mark of Respect.

                   - His Veins Pump Hard -

The Adrenaline Sends Tears to his Eyes,
And Weakens His Legs, he'll Fight or Cry.

The Shank Slides Like Threading Silk Into
His Victims Stomach, Eyes Locked.
 
                    - Control it, Stay Calm -

There Was To be No Assistance, Retaliation 
Was To be Swift, and Effortless.

He Smiled as They Withdrew Their Weapons
From His Chest. 

                     - Fall To Your Knees -

Choking on Muffled Screams, behind The 
Blood and Mucus Filling his Mouth.

                      - Close your Eyes -

The Light Seemed To Bend in and out of The
Dark patches, It hit his eyes, and blinded him.

                      - This Makes Sense -

His Face hits Sand...


Details | Couplet | |

MOLESTED

I was a bright, outgoing boy, who sat at the front of the class.
Then, one day that all changed, i feared to even raise my hand for a pass.

I had many close friends, loved sports and school plays.
Then on that day fear beset me, and long gone were those days.

I remember my school, i knew it inside and out.
But now i have blank spots, certain things i've shut out.

Thanks to God and His mercy, i don't recall that foul act.
But i know that it happened, no doubt, that's a fact.

Now, to the person who did this, i have nothing to say.
But, my God will remember, and He'll get you someday!


Details | Senryu | |

' The Power of A Poet ... ' 32nd Senryu

‘The Power Of A Poet’      32nd  Senryu


        Look How Devoted
       The Power of A Poet
    See How Words Spoke It



This Poem is My Tribute to:

Carolyn Devonshire (The Dove)
and James (The Highlander) Fraser
for your Powerful collaboration on:

      Mother Nature's Revenge

        It Was Truly Awesome

              MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

Questions

Who is more righteous,
The pious man who watches in awe,
Or the faithless man saving those in the blaze?

Who is stronger,
The man who lifts a ton with one arm,
Or the mother of four on her own?

Who has lost more,
The man who has lost his money,
Or the man who has lost his love?

Who is weaker,
The man who can't fight back,
Or the man who won't fight for him?

Who Is more savage,
The man who doesn't know right from wrong,
Or the man who doesn't care?

Who is wiser,
The man who has the answers,
Or the man who asks the questions?


Details | Senryu | |

Thought Tumbler

Shiny in confines
ricocheted thoughts tumble on
and emerge as gems.


Details | Quatern | |

The Loss of Wisdom

They mourn wisdom not yet learned It flounces from their grasp, withers Away in the solar wind it burns Itself in the remnants of What once was a beautiful mind, They mourn wisdom not yet learned In this instanced reality Parallel our own treasured find Whisked away on the breeze it yearns Awhile for its past then thinks, as They mourn wisdom not yet learned These creatures of habit turn to Only what they knew, will never know The truth in starlight again nor the Real beauty of the sun's glow They mourn wisdom not yet learned
"Nolite umquam oblivisci" *Took 5th place in the February 2012 International Poetry Soup contest.


Details | Free verse | |

I fell in like with you

Inspired by one of my favorite bands, Rise Against, and the song is called,
“Ever-changing” (Acoustic). Please listen to this song if you don’t know of it. It’s raw &
powerful.

“Have you ever been a part of something? That you thought would never end. But then, of
course, it did.” –Rise Against

“I fell in ‘Like’ with you”

With her smile
I melted unto oblivion’s redemption
Candy coated perceptions, windows’ gap
Seeping brilliance refreshment

Uncertainty resolution, polished
Absorbed into closeness sun
Yet these eyes still…see
Butterflies taking notice, missing you…as you stood in front of me

Strong, yet soft legs
Foundation of my face to rest upon
Scars…fading
A cremated sin 

Yet, elongated moments of silence
Created abruption’s new face

The face of change
When she turned to me and said
“I’m not sure, anymore”

Emotional lullaby, rocking me to sleep
New battles with spectral flashback
Trying to get under my skin, a drunken tick facing demise

Phoenix’s sunrise, rejuvenating my recycled defenses
Yet, today, these rays just aren’t bright enough to burn sadness away

And with these sounds of storm clouds & Fall on horizon’s breath
These grounds are so familiar, yet bittersweet
This heart doesn’t want to be enlightened by karma today

It wants to be held for how it shines now

Denied…distance wins again today
Slavery whipped punishments in miles and blocks
This must end

Because I try to keep lines open to get a call from you
Yet all I hear are booty calls with busy signals

And yet something has kept me here too long
But can they leave me, if I’m already gone?

Something has kept me here too long
Karma’s laughter

But, through it all, I will shine

…

How I wish my mere presence can bring joy’s tear to her eye

Sadly though, now, the lines are drawn
Yet I wonder if this feeling is gone
Have the best parts of this…come and gone?

…

Maybe I’ll never know the truth

Perhaps she was misguided by jealousy’s deprivation
Deteriorating heart’s splendor

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps “Better Man 2.0” appeared from Cloud 9’s fallacy

While I fell in “like” with her

Perhaps
She held onto the past

As I, drawn to waterfall’s edge
Allowed myself

To let go…and F
A
L
L

© Drake J. Eszes
“We adore those who hurt us. Yet, we hurt those who adore us.” -Anonymous


Details | Free verse | |

Soul Stones

We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)

Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.

Chipped teeth are bits of porcelain history,
sliding down our throats in rivers of neglect
and acid.

The stones settle,

BOOM...

      BOOM...

            BOOM...

Our stomachs are filled up, anvil weight
'till we can hardly sit, hardly stand, or walk.

We drag our feet in pain, as the quiet indicator that
we've had rocks for breakfast,
lunch, dinner,  for years,
in the hopes that someone will recognize
the broken concrete footprints behind us
and touch us gently on the forearm:

"Honey, are you alright?"

(and isn't it the first sweet trickle of kind words that crumble
the already cracking facade?)

There's no stopping the torrent then,
tsunami tears and a heaving, convulsing
to the point of cathartic vomit-

boulders of every shape and size
tumbling out of our mouths and filling the room;
broken teeth and granite eyes 
until we no longer see the floor, the walls...

And then serenity.

The hand has moved to the shoulder,
forming a universal hug.

"I'm here now... and you're ok."

We stand up, together, and leave that room,
a soundless void of yesterday,
to absorb the impermeability of stones,
carrying our gait buoyant, without gravity.

No weight at all now, and barely a second glance,

but to turn out the light - and lock the door behind us...




Details | Free verse | |

Interalphabetnet sex stew



Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intracacises that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie meme.com/me in 
an engaging omnipresence of sextext no tact
spell ckeck chicshicshakplak no sense tic tac.
Talk? Walk? Balk? Chalk? Sue? Sulk? 
Dinosaur diligence posse with the senior
gestages gestulating, we r forevre 21 and ying yang 
dung. Yes, good f ing luck with that!! Look at your 
petridish parents and see what box u check to lid close
and abscond with the lost liberal leftovers. That
is you in reverse in a few carnal years after Hilter youth
children decide to screw us as the new 
generation which skewer post present parental postulates 
to the oldster outhouse outlets so u can be "youf" free. Little
do they notknow as they cumulatively co opulate 
that they set the stooge stage for no thanx ahole actions. 
The DOS does'nt fall from the Apple tree. Leave it, 
love it, learn it while ye may, the kid crisp cosmos of
offspring social dicktates are biting at your heartbeatbit 
empty elmo enterprises. Pause parenatal prenatal
preferences prepearing perinatal persons pretasking
postnatal practices, in which you have veno papa preparation.
Think before you For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Analyze
your ass-incarnate initiate. Borrow berofe u basterdize, 
condomize before u copu culminate, decide before
u dicktate, envision before u envy, fail before u foil, 
grasp before u germinate, halt before u hinder, 
illuminate before u illerate, jump before u jinx, 
kill before u keep, love before u lay, meaning before
moaning, neutralize before u now, obilerate before
u ooops! presence before predicament, quit before
quake, resilience before ridiculous, sanity before
sexusensuality, thinkth before u thumpth, utilize
before u unionize, victory before victimization, we 
before want, xx nor xy, zen before zeal. Pocket 
passion files fly in the face of ruined reason residules
to the point of pronounced perplextion plagued 
prominantly with no recall references to problematic 
protocals for near north normalicies in my buckeye
life measures of simpatico silly symbiosis sublime
of mini me monophile mucous made misdemeanor
milktoast memories. Pass go, collect $200.



Details | Lyric | |

The Old Homestead

Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 


The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...


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Legendary Lady Leaders I salute you

I am like
Cleopatra
embraced by serpents many
fear
always trying something new
and dramatic with my
hair
I am like
Eva Patrón
growing up with a painful family
getting lost in movies
thinking of my own
hypnotizing when I speak
First lady of Argentina
meeting you, after death
would be a treat
a nervous habit, of nibbling
on my jewelry
the similarities, between us
gave me a sense of foolery
I am like
Wilma Mankiller
Chief of the Cherokee Tribe
for ten years
fighting against Native stereotypes
despite such distress
enemies did stress
promoting to ‘be of good mind’
you were a leader, of your time
an advocator for women
that they may grow up
and become chief
as a child, you wondered
the forests, like me
not the streets
I am like
Aung San Suu Kyi
wearing three types of 
flowers in your hair
feeling at times like a 
‘splinter of glass, sharp, glinting
power to defend itself against hands
that try to crush’
winner of a Nobel Peace Prize, 
for courage, was
a must
I am like
Catherine The Great
a love to laugh,
coffee, and feeling compelled
to always fill abandoned blank
sheets of paper
you were a Royal Russian Empress,with
not one red drop of Russian blood
and her people, were blessed
to have her
I am like
the Queen of England
longest royal lifetime in history
strong built, from a miserable childhood
toughened her
this is no mystery
preferring candle light
to electricity
handwriting over typewriter
and poetry
I am like
Indira Gandhi
dreaming to live as she did
riding elephants and having
tiger cubs as companions
your own Sikh security
killed you, the story
a sad one
secret dreams of being a writer
angered, by the imbalance of
power
between men and women
listening to beat poets
like Ginsberg
as a great Prime Minister of India 
you were heard
and understood
I am like
Rigoberta Menchú
drew the worlds attention to 
native Indians rights,
because of you
your goal, to be
a drop of water on a rock
dripping in the same spot,
eventually in the world, you
may leave a mark
wearing many colors
‘because it gives you life’
insisting men and women be equals
you fought this fight
to relax, as I do
writing poetry into
 the night
I am like
Joan of Arc
French Military Heroine
burned at the stake at just
age nineteen
known for keeping your cool
even on the battlefield
being a courageous and inspirational
rare jewel
Legendary Lady Leaders
I salute you



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A STEP HALF MADE

As lightening shone and thunder blew
I danced the dance that dancers do

They danced it back and asked if I
Would mind them dancing through the night

I thought no harm could come of this
Besides, such company I’ve missed

Thus, on we danced so unaware
That torrent rains beyond compare

Fell down in floods on higher ground
And like a wall came crashing down

Then somewhere in a step half made
The dance I danced was washed away

Now all that’s left for you to see:
Remains of the catastrophe

Oh, hopefully from this you’ll know
Don’t ever dance when thunder blows


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Lunch With The Girls

.                           "Listen first,.....to the voice in your head"




Mmmmm, …if we can catch the waitress’s eye, we should order more iced tea…
Can hardly believe it… Joan is still complaining about her in-laws….
Peg interrupts, excusing herself to go to the ladies room
What was that about Barb’s husband burning breakfast? 
It must have been funny.., the way everyone is laughing…
Oh well…
----
          My eyes wander to the window….
          I see some geese in the sky
          Heading north...oh my,…summer has gone so quickly…
          I must get the family together and go out to the lake one more time
          We'll take a picnic, and let the children feed the geese...
          I'll take a loaf of bread just for that,....... 
          But we'll have to watch the children..
          Last time one goose chased Suzanna, and she fell down, ....
          …made her cry,…poor thing
          It is so beautiful on the east shore….hopefully the water isn’t too cold
          Maybe the children can still enjoy a swim…yes…we must do that soon….
 
----               

Oops,  she’s back from the Ladies......
I'd better scoot over, to make more room,.....
Hmm..looks like she's done something different with her hair...   
Joan is still chattering about her weekend with the in-laws.....

----

          How I long to be back at the lake again….on the beach in the sun….

           Oh there…outside the window…a whirlwind has gathered up a few leaves
           Already rust and brown…edges curled with the touch of autumn
                    Yes, ….summer has gone so quickly…
                    


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For the Contest: Summer's End


Details | Light Poetry | |

Glutton

This's the world of dreams  and 
reveries
Where I think ev'ry that reels,
After a thousands times,
would as same beliefs things 
besought me,
Is it a mere dream? 


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


Details | I do not know? | |

Blood upon Pages

As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla 
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
“turn your lights down low”
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner 
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams 
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun


Details | Quatrain | |

Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”
 


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Perception

To see ourselves as others see us --
unmasked images, through others' eyes --
half-formed caricatures, perhaps --
or mere grotesqueries -- 
barely recognized, telling
what we thought to hide --
we'd label these as skewed
perceptions, not real truth...

But, no matter -- when once
I thought myself unfairly judged
and asked "How so?",
I was reminded of the obvious,
i.e.: all outcomes are determined
by perceived attitudes and actions.
Not truth, but clear perception,
pure appearance, guide others' thoughts
and so create the world we live in.

Thus,  however harsh,
"Perception is reality."


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The Mask We Choose


Page unwritten  hand never to be 
played.
Outcasts sitting at center stage.
When you never showed love.
It's no need to question why no one ever stayed.

And you never wondred and new better
to ask.
Cause people grew tired of the game.
And you of the mask.

Deep emotin with which like
overgrown children we play.
Gone in a second.
Was it love or just another day.

Torn sails endless flow.
Blocks and miles.citys and backroads.
Like any flock we scatter.
Only to lose track the futher we go.

Dellusion speaks well amongnst friends.
You see it's the last farewell.
But with truth in are thoughts 
everyone pretends.

Are you okay everyone does ask.
You give a expected reply.
And slip into oblivian slowley
fading behind your mask.


Details | Couplet | |

Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

5/14/2012
deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"


Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Details | Elegy | |

My Return To Normandy

High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble monument shadows
Dot the trenches and empty emplacements 
As the final testimony of the fallen
Still ringing frightened with those desperate voices
Proclaiming both their lives and death
That they were ever here…

In the emerald hills of Collville Sur Mur
I can still hear the phantom naval shells screaming
Underneath the crying of men
Pulverized and dying in their comrades arms
All for the belief of the land from which they hail
While the roaring waves wash the still bloody sands
In and endless and rending cycle
That silent cacophony of brother and foe
Call out to me still for comfort and aid
Asking only to be remembered…


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It's Time to Change

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


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Irritated

Help me smother this irritation ~ with lines and punctuations ~ Feed me pronouns ~ to drown incompetent sounds ~ Nouns to block inevitable frowns ~ verbs to calm nerves ~ Synonyms to perpetuate and penetrate minds ~ antonyms to reiterate in rhyme~ Give me a vocabulary of words to express my perturb ~ why must people be so absurd Lay


Details | Couplet | |

2012 resolution Vol 3

Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.


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Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Saint Blackheart

Saint Blackheart walks the Autumn streets and smiles with diamond eyes;
   She's well-aware of what you think, but listens to your lies.
Confess your deepest fantasies or never look her way --
   She's free with random kindness, though she won't have much to say.

Saint Blackheart seeks the shadows for the secrets they impart.
   Her life's a patchwork puzzle made with jagged shards of art --
Impressionistic paintings on a canvas dipped in red;
   She dances like a demon for the angels in her head.

Saint Blackheart loves the twilight and the elemental rain;
   She'll stand and watch you suffer, yet she senses all your pain.
A soft, Franciscan echo making up a primal scream
   Can hurtle from her crimson lips and dart from dream to dream.

Saint Blackheart lives in solitude among the ancient trees --
   You'll find her there within the mist, but never on her knees.
Her hands will offer nothing which is not her own to give;
   And though you wish to die in peace, she may just let you live.

Saint Blackheart will not weep with you or wipe away your tears,
   Yet she may catch their crystal hue and treasure it for years.
She'll lay a little flower on a long-forgotten grave --
   A tribute to the tortured soul she never tried to save.


Details | Free verse | |

Coke Bottle Promises

Sandy grains
wash over and over
a discarded glass
bottle
leaving what is left
smooth as silk
to my fingertips
touch
like a childhood 
memory
thought over and over
once more
and as I look
out into the unyielding 
sea
I recall your promise
words
I recall, over and over
again
like the waves splashing my
tan feet upon the sands
for you are overdue
love
to return to me
as I kiss my love note
to you
and toss the bottle once
more
into the dark blue abyss
below
my coke bottle
promise
forever and only
yours 
I do stay
 honest


Details | Rhyme | |

calling all people

The day has come, alas the time is at hand
For all people on earth, in all of the lands
To fight the demon of man, usury and greed
Cyberspace is our garden for planting the seed

We can grow this seed, to unite all the lands
With a new found hope, we can take a stand
Those who enslave us and care not for our health
Pit man against man, while counting their wealth

Their faith is in money, metals and riches of earth
Creating banks and systems, to hide what their worth
The plan has been the same, since Jesus walked the earth
Through war after war, people still wait for his rebirth

Corporate losses are shown in red ink on a page
Ours, in rivers of blood, from the wars that they wage
With an insatiable thirst they raped and soiled the earth
They tell us "Our countries are failing", because of our girth

Its time we lift their concealment, uncover the ground
Making them liable, to the same laws that we're bound
It's not a quick cure, for problems man faces on earth
It's beginning a path, to find health, hope and mirth


Details | Free verse | |

Complete Isolation

Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver of my contemporary humanity,

Sunrises and sunsets go unseen,
as I fully embrace my departure
from time, human contact, and connection,
with a creative conviction and devotion
to my only passion as an excuse, a deceitful
reason to shelter myself from the tender
moments that keep emotions empowered
and empathy evolved,

Yet truth is untied by introspection,
and as I analyze, I accept reality,
Seclusion has become to me, the 
fruit that protects the emotional
body but imprisons the loving mind,
and by this bittersweet conundrum,
I am bound and devoted to this ambivalence,
by the mere comfort and promise of
being content,

And by such a promise, I have
personified my fear of emotional
agony, yet tamed its risk with the 
fierce whip of isolation, thus the shame
and allure become as one, And as I
lose who I was, and tolerate who I am,
my disconnection from humanity
hurts those who care, yet keeps me
safe, with ink as my final outlet,

Still, as I sacrifice need for need,
I am not the one who still suffers,
Those with hearts that beat for me,
have become victims of my seclusion,
and I ache for them, but less and less
with each breath, For my isolation
continues to force its fee, and I notice
only after it is taken, and as I see their pain,

Only my thoughts are heard, my wishes
important, and my contentment decreed,
And despite visions of tears and sorrow
that were once my salvation, Now, I 
only look away, and remain a willing
prisoner in the sweet self shelter, of
the nothingness I show, and will one day
feel, without rue...


Details | Senryu | |

' Language Lesson Learned ... ' 59th Senryu

‘ Language Lesson Learned … ’   59th  Senryu



    I Don’t ‘ Speak ’ Evil
I Don’t ‘ Understand ’ Wicked
    Translation … Ended


Details | Rhyme | |

Panic Room


Here in this room again 
mind’s racing 
the fan on low…

and I’m not to be trusted 
can’t be left alone here
with shot gun temples 
and a soul full of fear

no worse place than now
I can’t yell it more clearly 
I beg for your attention  
but I can’t stand you near me

contradiction swimming
in the blood of my veins
I’d cut off my hands
to send toxins to drain

I’m gutless
yet I’m too gutsy for action
say that in public
imagine the reaction

I sit in whirl pools
but I’ve always hated heat
and claim to take a stand 
but I’m lazy at my seat

and I’m always on time
as I miss the bus again
I lie in your face 
with a devilish grin

I’m harmless 
and swear I didn’t mean it
I talk about my conscience 
still I’ve never seen it 

in a world of swirling confusions
I’m stuck on the spin cycle
madness,
creating contusions
 
my game’s not over
I need a fresh start
I’m begging for new blood 
cus’ I’ve got a good heart


Details | Lyric | |

Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


Details | Quatrain | |

Princess Ballerina

Princess ballerina
Comfortably numb
Hidden from the world
Holding angels ransom
Princess ballerina
With ivory inked thighs
Legs swallowing purity
Prying pink eyes
Princess ballerina
With sin studded threats
Slicing delicacy
With pierced pirouettes 
Princess ballerina
Leering from afar
Come out of the corner
My jaded sultry star


Details | Quatrain | |

A Piece of Bread.

My mother starts moaning, with another one due.
She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze.
I never knew famine would produce skies so blue.
But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze.

Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons.
One whining dog, dying , from a surfeit of fleas.
I squint as my sister beats a roach with a spoon.
She's holding out hope, with a morsel to tease.

My eyes can still water from the feces and trash,
tossed up by vultures to release fresh disease.
I dig up what moist dirt I can pound into mash.
An old man collapses, not a single one grieves.

What passes for corpses- baking black as they pop.
Now the flies feel the heat and retreat to the trees.
My brother keeps wailing and I wish he would stop.
My breathing grows shallow in the oven fed breeze.

If it helps each of you,
I am down on my knees.
I beg you.
Hand me one piece of bread.
Would you, please?


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beast Within

Where does my conscious go, when demons raise their fiery eyes, 
They steal my very soul, killing all which is sanctified,
Engulfed by instant fears, no longer hearing loved ones cries, 
The beast within appears, telling me I am justified,

I have already lost, no reprieve from my mortal sin, 
All reason now is blocked, as I become the beast within,
No pity can I feel, as I make my grandiose stand, 
Yes the horror is real, as I destroy all that I can,

Where do my feelings go, when demons raise their snarling lips, 
Bringing an all new low, into my life now torn to bits,
Certain of being right, I flail and thrash as if in fits, 
I threaten and I strike, with great fury the demon spits,

Yet I still stand and shout, my ugly hate and derision, 
Accusing lies said out loud, revolting words - degradation,
Just look at what I’ve done, I scream my blatant confession, 
Ready to blame anyone, for my evil molestation,

Where does my true love go, when demons raise their gruesome head, 
Destroying all I know, without slightest hesitation,
There is no where to hide, hideous deeds - infinite dread, 
Shame crushes senseless pride, nothing left but devastation,

Recoiling in horror, reality enters the room, 
Now begins the torture, judgment of my now mortal soul,
The evil that is me, my conscious has become my tomb, 
I look and all I see, marks my spirit and takes its toll,

Where does salvation go, when demons raise their awful screech, 
Making damnation grow, as dark shadows envelope me,
How can I persevere, and escape from this demon’s reach, 
For he is always near, and may kill eventually,

Cold and chilling insight, I now realize what is at stake, 
And the one path which might, protect the ones I truly love,
But how can I just leave, this world I worked so hard to make, 
And cause even more grief, for family and God above. 

Where does my resolve go, when demons raise their deadly claws,
Tearing at all I know, stealing my conscious care and pride,
I can’t run anymore, all is destroyed everything lost,
Now beaten tired and sore, I’ve lost my path into the light,

Who can I reach out to, when all I love recoil in fear, 
Eyes beseech black and blue, where once was love - now only hate,
Yes I know - I’m the cause, the reason for each falling tear,
And while demons give pause, I must face my terrible fate.


Details | Narrative | |

Call Me Gonzo

For thoose of you who may not know.
Just call me gonzo I write the absurd for life is insane and sometimes 
it takes a madman to speak the truth so very clear.

I write for the broken vacant faces that have lost all hope.
To the dreamer who's well is slowley running dry from everyone
telling him to stop wasting his time.

I write like a endless highway fueled by whiskey and wild women 
every adventure leads to pain but life is pain and i love in spite of it.

I thirst for every unseen mile the desert my brother it's people dwell
in the spirt of the west the opium parlors and brothels spirt still linger.
I write with a hint of danger and a promise of disaster.

Im a blues player whos trying to out run the devil.
Im a outlaw riding to cross the border a woman looking to the 
empty range for my return.

I write because I breath in a world were the creative air has gone 
stale.
The bottle sits apon table and I welcome any strangers company
I just rather that stranger be a warm woman instead of a 
unfriendly amigo who is a little jelouse.

Write to be more than just part of the highways landscape.
Some may call me crude crazy insane some even vulgar and 
liar and thief.
But aside from thoose compliments.
No matter what you may call me.
Dont ever forget to just call me gonzo.


Details | Couplet | |

The WIDOW'S DAY

THE WIDOW'S DAY


He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray

No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat

She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead

Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place

And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.

Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12  ©


Details | Prose Poetry | |

love ewe and blue

love ewe and blue 

aer rhyming words true
there is always inflection and poor attitude
limits of knowledge above snobbish refrains
trains run on time only in the movies
movies run on time only in a small town
there is very few movies shown on trains
blue can be an attitude blue can be a heart
love you can be used to start a heart apart from you
as you watch the blue southern train depart
from the blue stunted depot with the board walk floor
the little blue conductor yelling all aboard her
as the train takes the love and makes your attitude blue
soup mix tastes so wordy so blue so true and good
with a doubly heaping helping of a love ewe attitude


Details | Senryu | |

I'm Cleaning Up My Act

<                                        amidst thy shell's core

                                          healing of ones soul begins

                                         with .........  wholesome cleansing 

                                         

                                         

                                           

                                          
 
                                


Details | Rhyme | |

Entwinement

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Sweet Charity

Charity blossoms in hope with light of love Water pours like quiet musings from a dove A fragrant garden of flowering plants Once, seeds sown by giving hands A feast for the body, mind and soul She welcomes with arms that enfold Fulfilling the needs of every man And validates souls in all circumstance Like roses thrive in sunlight and rain Charity grows unencumbered where love remains She builds up, repairs with her kind deeds Scattered near and far by millions of seeds ~*~


Details | Rhyme | |

That First

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


Details | Blank verse | |

Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?


Details | Rhyme | |

Dance around the fire

I was singed from the fire to the point of burning couldn't escape from the heat 'til I reached my time of learning that the way to stay safe was just to back away now here at a distance is where I must stay and while the others dance around the flames I'll watch from here where the pain they choose to suffer will just slowly disappear back into the burning fire they feed with their anger, and their suffering and greed and I must stand apart and heal where peace and joy are mine and I can feel a simple moment full of grace that no ones words or deeds need take it's place. I danced around the fire until I learned for me it was no longer time to burn.


Details | Didactic | |

MAKING IT HAPPEN Part 3: How To Handle The Haters

you've just started to make it happen your project is now being processed
but you need to know how to handle the haters who are only about giving stress
the hate that has consumed the hearts of men the state of our moral being
where compassion and brotherly love are no longer the traits we are seeing

hating has become the latest fad it has bloomed into full season
where people just seem to hate on others for no apparent reason
from President Obama to the NY Yankees the hate has grown exponentially
where people hate them for what they've accomplished and what they've come to be

hate is a demonic force it's a full frontal assault of agitation
it usually occurs when someone has started on a divine assignation
it seems to come with the territory as the devil always manifests
whenever someone starts something that is positive and blessed

the devil then gets very busy when it comes to anything done being good
his noxious persona then arises in those who hate on you as if they should
just don't give the haters a chance to harm nor hinder you
just trust in the will of God for it will see you through

in order to handle the haters you need to ascend to a spiritual plane
for to hate like them is a burden that you don't need to sustain
as hate may cause you to lose your way it can obstruct and intervene
so don't allow hate to enter your heart and plant unrighteous seeds

God said no weapon formed against you shall prosper nor prevail
so let God handle the haters and send them straight back to hell
and don't allow the haters to hurt nor humiliate you
stand firm on the word of God for it's foundation is strong and true

now in the midst of your Godly mission continue to stay the course
as God's got more righteousness than the devil has demonic force
now is the time to put on the whole armor of God 
to show the haters that you are not faint of heart
now ready, focused, heightened, alert and aware
in a sure and secure position as evil is everywhere

and don't let the haters get too close nor give them the chance to slip in
for they will choke the life out of you and then turn around and grin
as the more they hate on you the more in Christ you will grow
just continue to do a good work in the name of the God we all love and know
how to handle the haters those folks who only want to drag you down
is to let them see the joy of the Lord in you while you're standing on higher ground 


Details | Rhyme | |

Humanity wears a face

Do my people have a heart to go with the human race,
or is it that they just can't see the beauty in a face?
The colors seem to stand beyond, the fact that we're the same,
uncamoflaged in the war of humanity, supremacy you try to claim.
Never shall we be equal, for we are above what you teach,
you're too scared to see the truth in the words my people preach.
The only one's of equality are the one's that see it true,
the world that you're destroying, because you're not giving the respect that's due!


written towards prejudicial mentality, people detroying the world/mother nature/simplistic minds who cannot conceive the notion that all races are beautiful and we are one race combined...the human race. The world is filled with color and beauty in everything and everyone...


Details | Free verse | |

Untwisted

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



Details | Verse | |

Octave-CHOOSING CAROLYN

I'm stuck in a puddle of mud,
unable to make a quick decision...
whom should I choose from among 
others who have been so noble and kind?
More than a name comes to mind:
Linda, Carrie, Deborah, Catie, Rhoda, Danielle, Charmaine and Karen... 
please don't be envious if I choose Carolyn!
You all are beautiful sweethearts, and I wouldn't sell you for a song!


After my day closes in, I check my soup mail...and there they are
those wonderful names flashing on my computer's screen,
and dazzling like precious gems in a crown! Many more should be
mentioned, highly praised and underlined with a marker:
Andrea, Emy, Joyce, Constance, Iolanda, Elaine, Laura and Carol.
One thing I can attest, nobody is greater than the other,
because they all have captured me as I have caught butterflies
with features so distinct and feminine as heroines of modern times!


Carolyn, be dazzled and feel proud, if not hysterically happy;
and if my choosing is fair, why should there be any contention,
or envy among them...I am pretty sure that they have secret admirers,
who in the same manner of awe and respect, constantly worship them! 
Cheer up ladies, I have mentioned you all in my praise poem,
but only one gets this special rose...I hope they will send yours today!
I love you all as I love Carolyn for her honesty and graciousness,
then why don't you congratulate her and deepen your admiration?


My praise poem is dedicated to Carolyn Devonshire
living in Florida, USA


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I Dare You

I Dare You...
to be all you can be
to think positive at all times
to achieve all of your goals in life
to captivate the minds of others by doing creative and unique things

I Dare You...
to believe in yourself
to encourage others to do good things
to love and respect yourself as well as others
to have faith even when you are going through the storm

I Dare You...
to love and obey your parents and partners in life
to be the best mother, father, sister, brother, son, daughter,
husband or wife you can be
to love your neighbors and even your enemies
to expand your horizons

I Dare You...
to let a stream of wisdom
flow through the valley of knowledge 
and into your sea of understanding
to allow that wisdom, knowledge, and understandig
to be enhance by the word of God

I dare you...
to speak the wisdom, knowledge, and understanding
into a listening ear in hopes that you may glorify God
by sowing good seeds and get someone to accept Christ in their life

I Dare You...
to fear the wrath of God.
for if you do then you would do your best 
to be the best Christian you can be
I dare you to suffer for God;
to change your life by giving it to the Lord
For if Christ is on your side
no devil in hell can be against you
For the Lord said so Himself
And if you do not believe me
I dare you to do the research yourself
I DARE YOU...I DARE YOU...I DARE YOU!!!




Details | Narrative | |

A Slight Return

Darkness is my life that apears in
light.
Has it come to just another fix.
The smile does conceal my losing fight.

The music the screams within.
The lies eat away at the man I can no 
longer stand.

Hollow is thy heart.
Crimson stains all that is never held in
hand.

It started a game now it's a curse.
In darkness I speak to you
all I could never say.
The man once known to you.
Has all but faded away.

And as I slip into adictions abyss.
Candle lit memories were taken
with the breeze. 
That killed that romantic glow.

As the stranger who exists in the form
once you did love.
Twist's into a form you cannot understand.

I ask out of love for you to forget.
The monster that haunts this form.

In memories true love we will forever know.
The emptyness of of this life.
And the once splendid candle lights glow. 
In truth we die. 
As we live. 
So must we cry. 

Not every every question has a answer my friends. 
Gonzo.


Details | Rhyme | |

The BIble Is The Inspired Word Of God


The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God!

I heard someone say “the Bible was written by man.”
But there’s a truth I don’t think he understands.

God used man to simply be an “inspired instrument.”
This was more than some type of “experiment.”

God used many different people from various places.
He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races!

Though the words spanned a long period of time…
They were written with all of us in mind!

It was as if God himself had taken the pen.
He spoke directly through different men.

All of the books are together with a common goal.
To bring the words of God to the common soul.

I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction.
Allow God’s words to daily be your inspiration!

Won’t you read from Genesis through Revelation?
You can learn about God’s gift of salvation!

The Bible speaks of God’s love and holiness too!
And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU!

You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion!
Your life can receive a blessed “abundant life expansion!”

Through the words of Christ, you’ll be blessed!
As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest!

I invite you to read and apply God’s truth today!
And be transformed by what he really has to say!

By applying Biblical principles in how you’re living!
You’ll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Blank verse | |

BLOND HAIR WITH AUBURN ROOTS

Life, in the cruelty of morning light,
Is a strand of copper blond hair
With auburn roots, asleep on a pillow.

Are you waiting for the snail mail
To bring you the implant
That will explode in your head?

Or will you dedicate your life
To multiplication of garbage that oozed
Into ancestral rivers, lakes and skies?
Will you let blood bubble on the Tigris
Or become a collector of limbs in Grozny,
While I inaugurate a thousand Darfurs?
Will we terrorize freedom in freedom’s name?

Goliath, let us fortify, let us amend, 
Or one day David will pelt us with a catapult,
Blood will copiously flow
From our forehead into our eyes,
We will be blinded, unless we already are.

Deep cleansing milk has to be sold by the gallon,
And, of course, Listerine.


Details | Lyric | |

UninvitedInfection

Never said yes
And no chance to say no
Both inebriated
So you thought that was the chance for you to go

No violence from what I remember
I woke up in the midst
Too messed up to say a word
Or know the order of events

I dont even know the face
I only thought it was you
And you say it was him, too
My self feels so displaced

Should've paid attention to the signs 
But was too naive
Invite me somewhere unfamiliar
And use the tricks up your sleeve

Just to get off
You shatter the outlook of a young girl
Just to get off 
You put a curtain over my world

Due to your ill wishes and your sickness
I was too dumb to speak
Too embarrassed, too ashamed
I thought it was defeat

After one realization came another
Eventually, nothing is at it seems
While growing up you're given lessons
With age wisdom gets more keen

I can forgive but won't forget
I've also gained through your deception
I've learned not to lose all hope through this
Uninvited infection


Details | Free verse | |

where i'm from

i come from
the jungle of despair
with its vines and thorns
full of emptiness
i come from
the nothingness of space
without stars
born of a black hole
a vacuum of longing
i come from
a man and a woman
but not
a mother and a father
not husband and wife
nor even lovers
i come from
potential unrealized
and opportunity missed
slashing away
in the rain forest of frustration
clearing the way
for the seed of hope
i come from
the society that killed
malcolm x
and left me for dead
that promoted slavery
longer than liberty
i come from
here
wishing i was
there


Details | Rhyme | |

Sour Grapes

Lemons make you pucker
If you bite into their pulp.
Limes produce a juice to make you
Grimace as you gulp.

Other fruits are bitter
But there’s one with no escapes
And you can tell, by someone’s face,
Who’s eaten sour grapes.

Those who have partaken often
Find someone to blame.
Others have it in for them,
Is what they’ll try to claim.

Though their feelings might be hurt,
That’s something they won’t share;
But they’ll spew forth their anger
At the ones they deem unfair.

Maybe even sour grapes
We’d view as more benign
If those who bit them, chose instead
To make them into wine!


Details | Couplet | |

When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there


Details | Blank verse | |

America's Best

I fear it will never end.
I know the impact will ne’er fade
and
       the pain is slow to abate.

Dear God, may I never grow weary of
      having 'seen it all.'



Dedicated to the bravery and commitment of our soldiers around the world.  We cannot possibly 
deserve the sacrifices you make for us.  Thank you from my soul.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stolen

It was taken away,
	stolen at night,
when I wasn’t looking, which isn’t right.

It was pulled from me,
	as I lay asleep,
taken like a wolf would take out a sheep.

I had offered it up,
	as a precious gift,
but now in my chest is a giant rift.

A thief I had loved,
	turned away from me,
and let the true nature of that thief be.

How do I get it back,
	I want a fresh start,
but how do you replace a stolen heart?


Details | I do not know? | |

Whispers

I once heard a saying,
that the happiest people are the saddest
Shining because they’ve seen the darkest
Like the lotus that grows out of mud
Or the rotting stump that bears a bud..

You never know what troubles the mind
So be careful with words unkind
The glowing person just beside you
Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo
 Most people struggle everyday
Souls burdened with decay..

I guess it takes a lot of courage
To act normal with that damage
Hard to believe that under the surface
Lives a soul with no purpose
A cry for help won’t be any crisper
Listen to the their inner whisper..


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm So Thankful That Christ Saved Me


I’m So Thankful That Christ Saved Me!

I’m so thankful that Christ chose to save me!
I’m grateful for the life that he gave me!

I’m so thankful for extending his warm embrace!
And for planting my life on a solid place!

I’m so thankful for all that God is doing!
His spirit in my life is what he is renewing!

I’m thankful for the opportunity to be 
one of his own!
I ask for his blessing in my life
 and home!

I’m forever grateful for his sacrifice
 on the cross!
He is my hope!  When all seems
 hopeless and lost!

Thank you my Lord for being so gracious to me!
You have given me your grace abundantly!

Thank you Jesus for being my friend!
How I love you again and again!

You are the one that I cherish and adore!
You’ve given me hope and peace 
and so much more!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Borderline's Wreckage

I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You


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DaddyTold Me Song on CD

In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by,
the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days,
He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry,
and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day,

Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car,
and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died,
Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours,
staring high up in  the sky, I just wished that we could fly,

Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die?
Then I heard him sigh....and say....my oh my oh my,
and he looked me in the eye,
as I yearned for his reply:

Son, people are dying without....and dying within,
with no way out.....hunger starves a friend...
Death is much about, bloody wars that never end...
The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin,

Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by,
and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars,
Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday...
let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.


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From The Time After God's Creation


From The Time After God's Creation… From the time after God’s beautiful creation… Between man and God… Sin has caused a separation! When God looked down upon all of mankind. Fellowship with man was what he had in mind! We were all created to bring honor to his name. But sin has brought much wickedness and shame! Sin has created an enormous “moral cavity.” Mankind has reached an “immoral depravity!” Through God’s son, a way has been made. His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid! Though mankind sinned, God didn’t forget us! Jesus is here right now! He never left us! Through Christ’ blood, our lives can be cleansed! A new life in Christ is where victory begins! Won’t you come to the Lord who created you? It is no secret how much he loves you! Won’t you come? Why there’s still time? God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind! His grace and love can change you throughout! Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about! By Jim Pemberton


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Autumn

Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
 


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Racism Is Your Problem

       Some people think what we have is still taboo,
And it's obvious when we enter a room.
       A few eyes seem to watch our every move;
But that makes me pull closer to you and appreciate your value.
       They're unaware the stares can't shake nor break what we have,
We just shake off the dirty looks and laugh.
 
       The ignorance of some people say white, black, Latino's don't mix.
I say that's something this country needs to work on and fix.
       I've wondered why society stereo-types by race.
People don't lack human emotion despite the color of their face.
       A shame we are unable to see, that all are one in the same.
Yet as a nation we prejudge the individual without knowing their name!
 
       This is a new day, a new era.
And yes Sara, I would follow you to the back of the bus.
       I would give up my seat to you just because.
If you could not eat in that restaurant, then neither would I!
       I would fight for your civil rights, do or die!
That is the depth of our love.
       Who cares if others find it "unheard of."
There would be no stopping you and me.
       We would walk hand in hand down any street in Mississippi!
 


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A Matter of Choice

                                                                  
                                                                   LIFE
	                                           A Bland
                                                           Nothingness
                                                     Changing our Lives
                                                 We all Seek solace within 
                                           Allowing oneself to Disassociate 
                                       From chaotic and Charismatic Spirits 
                                  Discovering nothingness, is quite something
                          Appealing positivity, and encouraging changes within
                        Insisting demands ridiculous, unnecessary, and shallow 
                           Fear acknowledges this need to end a chaotic lifestyle
                                   Some fear boring lives intrude on life’s fiesta
                                       There is no need for fear when changing
                                             One needs to relax to keep focus
                                                  For creating a new life within 
                                                      Embraces your solace
                                                             Nothingness 
                                                                 A Bland 
                                                                    LIFE


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VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


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She

she stares out her window, eyes swollen with pain,
she looks outside to see only pouring rain,
how can she lie? this reflects how she feels,
how can she lie, after this, she wont ever heal,
seeing birds gliding free from care,
how she wished she was anywhere but right there,
alone in her room, half way across the world,
sits a small insignificant little girl.


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The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Free verse | |

Whats the point?

I'll stop being
so disappointing
If you'll stop being
so disappointed in me


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I Exalt You My God

I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a “spiritual tragedy.” Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God’s greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won’t you listen to God’s humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6


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Somewhere Near Eternity

beneath the cloak of the night,
        it is he who tells himself who he is, 
                standing in the circle of his inner light;

                whereas, in the glare of daylight,
                           other people tell him  who and how 
                                      he is in their judgmental sight;

                                      but then he takes to heart his identity,
                                                 his eyes focus with such deep clarity
                                                             on a spot somewhere near eternity.


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The Bottle And Me

the jukebox in the corner haunts this baroom like 
a ghost.
Lonley is the soul under the neon light that serves 
as the host.

Broken knuckles and shattred dreams.
We spend are time chasing empty lovers.
But it always comes back to the bottle
it does seem.

The blues are like a old friend.
To many shallow hearts.
But apon this smoke filled companion  I can 
depend.

The mirror just above the sink.
Reflects  the truth.
As the bottle helps me not to think.

I put it down a time are two.
Found it helped fill a void.
Answered  the question for which i had no 
clue.

Left many  a broken heart in the dust.
Was it a cowards lie.
A onenight stand a moments passion laced 
with lust.

Misspelled thoughts apon napkins in a room were it's not
so easy to see.
In a dark lit corner.  
Sits the bottle and me.

People gatherin to pass the time women askin
for a light.
Shadows hide the scars  from many a drunken 
fight.

The blues it knows us so very well.
Stories of legend.
Of which the poets do tell.

Busted knuckles and broken hearts.
Worn out lies and false starts.

The worn out veteran trying to forget.
The once young dreamer.
Who now lives to regret.

We are bound by chains no eye may see.
So is the case of the
 bottle and me.


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The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


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More Than A Dream

Written in honor of Black History Month-February 2010-


I have a dream……
	That there will be no more labels of “Black” or “White”
	That people will come home to their families and relax at night
I have a dream……
	That no one will second guess, because of my skin color, my character 
	That I will never in my life hear the words, “Nigger” or “Cracker"
I have a dream……
	That should I marry a black woman it will be totally acceptable in society
	That people of all races would not be judged by their tastes in variety
I have a dream…….
	That if I have a bi-racial child he or she will be accepted by their peers
	That they’ll be given an equal chance to pursue their choice of careers
I have a dream…….
	That more leaders, like Dr. Martin Luther King will be raised
	That the tragedy of his death would be erased
I have a dream…….
	That all races will stand hand-in-hand, until the “Twelfth of Never”
	That people in the world would become color- blind, forever
I have a dream……
	But….this is more than a dream to me
	I pray that I may awake and find these things have become reality!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

' Friend To Friend ... '

               A Friend:
One, Who Helps You Get Out Of A Jam

               A Partner:
… Is Usually In The  Jam With You

                   A Pal:
Is The One, Who Usually Gets You In The Jam

           An Acquaintance:
Someone, Who Heard About The Jam

                 A Buddy:
Says … Its Your Own Jam Fault …


Details | Personification | |

Momentary Mistress.

We touched for a moment
From across the room
Eternity silenced
Discrete
As only eyes allow

Paralyzed here
Standing in yen
Yearning
And somehow fearful
I turn away

If I held valiance 
Crass and fiery
I would dare to you
Though not today
I am of frailty’s ire

Flames of forbidden desire
That is you
A rare beauty of youth
Luminous
Unquenchable light

I am lost and aged tonight
Brazen solitude
Afraid to look in your eyes
Fearing the burn
Of desire fulfilled

Heavy heaves in my chest
In a sigh of defeat
Up the empty pathway
I move on
Unwilling…unchanged


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Converging Daydreams

The laughter of a thousand years,
The tears of a thousand waterfalls,
Converge and reflect,
Rainbows of seven colors,
Raining on a misty morning,
only puddles in the street,
You sit by a warm fire,
Guessing when the rain will stop,
Building daydreams as you look outside,
Everything will bloom soon,
Violets will grow,
Catching butterflies,
Watching them fly away,
Swimming in cool blue streams,
Feeling the suns' warmth,
The daydreams of a thousand years,
Combined in one as I look outside,
The rain drawing out my soul,
Until I feel empty watching you,
You seem far away,
A blank yet peaceful face,
The rainbow emerges,
Far beyond our full sight,
The rain stops,
You still sit,
Beside a warm fire,
Reflecting on daydreams,
Past.


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This Load I Carry I Carry Not Alone

This Load I Carry… Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a “bumpy” road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught “unaware…” The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I’ll try to stay on a path that is “safe” and “secure.” There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a “flurry.” During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father’s eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He’s there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He’s also my guiding light… I am most certain! The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He’s brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton


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Why does the will i am hate Mr Jones?

Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had 
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something 
they need to see in themselves?
Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand
was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for
leaving you to ask who i am?

Whats the will I am saying?
as he steals my spotlight
leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck
sure im no hippy sniffing daisies
pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex
with a picket sign saying peace please

Is it because im gay?
Is it because im spiritual?
do we have penis envy?
Have you read the lists?
are you going to pay the tithe?
and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments
please please
don't think twice

the murder of crows circling
cawing in the blood moon sky
November rains down on this wedding day
and I am forever by your side
why does my will
the will i am hate me?
is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger
an itch below the waste
why must everyone pull eachother down
back into the boiling pot
like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race
to lose it all
then fall
and sing and
sway and praise
and humm such blasphemous amazing grace
of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes

oh sweet sugar coatings
and icing on the cake
The will iam
I wonder counting crows
a famous last name with me
Mr jones
why do you hate the will I am

Is it because i read tarot cards?
is it because i'm gay?
is it because i'm amongst favorites?
is it because im controversial?
is it because you have nothing to say?

but who am i flamethrower
i sit here a hack
with a curse gor the harpie you are
and a smile upon my face
i throw this effortless nothing
and never look back

the stone falls into the pool of the abyss
oh will i am
mr jones
why do you loathe what you dont understand?


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Mom's attempt at the Garden of Eden

1.
Mom 
kept the  perch 
we caught in a bucket.

And when we took them home
She would clean and place them
In our twenty gallon tank
Where they bobbed in stunned silence
Eyes watching for any white movement.

Nobody cared
when they committed fishicide 
on their domesticated tank-mates.

Even the little beta fish
Who had survived our six day pilgrimage from Florida, to find Mecca
was a cool whip container.

2.
Whenever we had guests for dinner,

Mom swooned they
were the smartest fish she had ever seen.

She bestowed upon them names - Jed and Lucy
tapping at the glass 
with one extended finger,
feeding them fish flakes,
like  porpoises fed from the teeth of a trainer in Ocean World

“You can’t keep perch in a fish tank”
the guests would say,
but
they lived for two years
bobbing and staring
in the vacant tank space.

 3.
One crisp winter morning
Jed finished his breakfast of gold fish flakes,  took one
last gulp of slimy tank
water 
then hurled
himself off of glass
walls.
It went 
over and over, 
so hard
I almost thought
the glass would crack.

4.
Lucy 
sat quietly and watched 
him.

She too died a few days later
like aged soulmates
who often cease
to be after their amor
dies.

When someone left the lid open, 
she plunged
her blue green skin shimmered
as she laid 
making fish O’s in the dry air..

I often wonder
if the air that morning
smelled
like an ice floe
to a better place
somewhere Jed waited
with our beta and our angel fish
a place of worms, kelp 
and dragonflies.

4.
Mom 
emptied the tank of the murky filtered water.

Rinsed the ultra neon yellow fish gravel,
and placed the fake plants on a sponge.
Separating  air filter, from pump 
from clear plastic tubing
and put to rest
in a brown cardboard box..

She did it without a word.





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A Understanding Of The Past

I remember summers past in the south 
and the sultry heat.
Iced tea and back porch confessions.


Making time with that first love.
The swing underneath  that old tree.
The radio playing softley in the background.

Thoose ways have long since died.
Replaced by a breakneck pace.
As were all to willing to forsake a conversation between 
two human beings.
It's all about one night stands and bragging rights.
 

It's like comparing velvet to burlap.
All harsh no mystery.
Where people would rather surf the internet
than ocean.

The passion of the kiss.
Is but a dinosaur that people 
view as some old silent film.

A blanket underneath the stars
Has been replaced by a encounter in a 
bathroom stall.

Upward we advance  as deeper  we sink within the
mud.
As the poet reflects  ink drying 
in he pen.

I recall thoose times so very slow.
To this sudden stand still.
Like a pile up on the interstate.
I no longer live I wait.

But the sunset still haunts me.
Along with the scent of the salt filled air.
that tree's swing does no longer stand.

As in dust and memories it's been taken with 
the wind.

The road echos  of another time.
For all that was free and wild.
Is slowley vanishing.

As we blindly advance.
I'll sit and watch the tide.
And be happy to be left behind.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Clown The Fool And Me

Many nights I've sat typing things for which none will ever read.
Burning midnight oil only to add to this mornings trash.
Then going about the act of pretending it's all good.

Wearing a mask of my own creation.
These long nights of endless confession to empty wall's.
Hollow thoughts from a bitter heart to scared to exist as himself.

The page lay beaten only to be erased.

the circus of life is a deception for after the show when the dust settles 
the magic gives way to truth.
Tempers flare  and thoose happy clowns appear to be just angry ordinary
people who hate and loath there so called friends.

Dream that it would have all been diffrent if not for this or that.
never taking blame just putting it on others like normal so called adults.

These long nights breed anger and that page takes  the punishment
and like a coward I look apon this act of pure thoughtless work.
And second guess myself wishing only for the approval of people who yearn only 
for the approval  of some one else.
Like hamster in a wheel never getting anywhere.

For who wants to be themself when you can be a watered down version of someone who 
wasnt good to start with.

I cant say the comforts of being a clone wouldnt be nice .
But I never did like things that were nice.
Never cared about being on a list  or kissing someone's rearend just 
to have them talk about me as soon as my back was turned.

Be yourself and cherish thoose who hate  for  the bitter and cruel amount to
nothing  and there only hope is to lure you down there same dead end life.

The clown tries in vain to make you laugh.
The fool doenst know or care if you laugh.
And me Im just the jerk adding to the mornings trash empty 
as the page that sit's befor him.


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Free

I will not succumb to who you want me to be.
I will be like the eagle, agile and free.
I will sing my song of liberty.
I am who I am.
I am who I will be.

I will not fight when I am wrong.
I will not give in just to belong.
I will forever be strong.
I am who I am.
My heart will sing its song.

I will be wise, cunning, and clever.
I will speak my mind to whomever.
Sometime I may bite my tongue but however
I am who I am.
My soul will fight forever.

I will give respect when it is due.
I will be wise in all I do.
My word will never be those you misconstrue.
I am who I am.
My words will always be true.

Sometimes I may not be inclined to agree.
There is much in the world I have to see.
I will be like the eagle, agile and free. 
I am who I am.
I am who I will be.


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PRETTY

Why am I pretty?
Why am I sweet?
Why do they fall so hard at my feet?
Cocky and arrogant, this may seem to you.
I assure you that statement is not at all true.
For I never get treated the same by the girls.
I'm seen as a threat, so the story unfurls.
Plus how do I know if it's love or it's lust?
When can I tell it's the right time to trust?
Why am I pretty?
Why am I sweet?
Why is it so hard for true friends to meet?


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Woman

                                          
                                           VVV
                                          I I I
                                       XXX
                                     EEE
                                  NNN
                                         P VV
                                     A    II
                                   S     XX
                                  S      EE
                                I        NN
                                O        F
                                 N     O
                                      X
               Vixen    doll
         B                 
         E
         A                  Hot
         U               Shot
         T            Mama
          I          Not Afraid
          F      At All
         U     To
         L      Be Free
         l         With             
        a          Her
        d           Sexuality
       y               Dangerous
      w               m  Curviest
      i                 a      Thing you’ve
     l                  k          Ever Seen
   d                 e              Self-Esteem
                      s                 Is higher than
                     M                  Mountains
                    E                     Love flows deeper
                   N                       Surges Greater 
                  c                          Than any river
                  r                            Emotions as unchanging as the sea
                a                             Modern Day
               z                           Super Hero
              y                          Working hard
           W                         Daily
          I                         To defeat
      L                      Sexual Inequalities
  D                  Worthy of stealing
                 Any man’s fancy
               Vivacious
             Sensuous
           Respect the
          Woman
        Woman
        Woman
       The Women
        In Our
          Society
           Please
              


[Dedicated to the Women, the strong, the brave, the merciful]
[The Mothers, the Daughters, the Wives]
[ the women who make up our lives]


Details | Rhyme | |

Disaster Averted

I'm looking for the dejavu
that should be caught to contemplate
the miss, near miss of circumstance
the hand that brushed us by, by chance

I'm looking for the accident
that blew up seconds after us
with cars colliding and the rest
(it's just a brush with introspect)

I'm feeling back for that one time
an undertow, the killing kind
nipped weakly with the tip of tongue
I passed it by, for I was young

And what about the storm of storms
(it swirled to heights above the norm)
and yet our house was still untouched,
I think of it, but not that much

I'm really bent on days of you
when we were one instead of two
As all the wonder came and went
I left you there by accident...


Details | Tanka | |

Half Truth Dreams

Lump of bitter dreams
In waking, tough to swallow
In sleep, liquid pools
to be tasted, drank silver,
only to metal harden.


Details | Free verse | |

The house eaters

1.
My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist, the ring
finger, the soul.
I search for any blunt
white quivering slivers
of Caroline's purported
fly fetuses.

2.
Huddling behind the
corpse
of an old hospital bed,
a framed photo 
smoke browned and
wearing my toddler face,
watches
his children choke
hushed, broken
sentences

this will be yours, my
plate, separate the
holiday china…

an enigmatic language
that hovers in
smoke stretched rings
to wilt
upon the hallway
bulb.

3.
I am left
the ceramic cygnet,
and an ivory carved 
dromedary.

These artifacts
plucked
from his porcelain
menagerie
that I decipher 
through dust fingerprints
for
one small inheritance of
a memory.

4.
Tomorrow,
Aunt Rose
puts price
to his bibelots,
the olive shag carpet,
even cousin Amy's 
plastic horse,
who was accidentally
left to pasture on an 
afghan.

A silver plated glass cage
image of her past,

she says she will whittle
all of him,
from the
wooden
house 
bones.



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Living The Dream

Down in Haiti
Far from the dream
Way on back 
From the vacation scene

Lives the people
Trapped in a life
Poverty, sadness
Toil and strife

Children weeping
From worm infested,
Swollen, malnourished
Starving little bellies

What would Golden 
Flower think of today
The country she loved
Destroyed in such a way


(Missionary from Haiti came to visit our church yesterday.  With his visit and 
talk, I see solutions to problems in an instant.  Something to treat the water 
before the people use it, reforestation, wells in places that need them, and 
proper out door facilities for areas that don't have them.  Money, work, and 
time is needed to carry these projects out .)


Details | I do not know? | |

What's inside us all....

Anger
What a sulfurous mess of molten evil
Troubles boil and surface
The singing of fine nerves within one’s self
This pushing of restricted buttons
Annoyance, Bitterness, Harm
Can one truly control it?
Stretching into the belly of the beast
Ripping, Tearing, Gouging
At its pivotal moment
A raging bull in a once peaceful town
Monstrous demons
The evils of your mind
Do you let the gates break open?
Shall you release it to the ones around you?
Anger
When controlled, it is an ordinary burning emotion
Yet, when the chains shatter and crack loose…
Oh the more difficult it will be to pick up the pieces    


Details | Senryu | |

' Devonshire and Fraser ... ' 44th Senryu

‘ Devonshire and Fraser … ’      44th   Senryu

Some Poems, Highland Fling
Kilt-Clad-Portrait, Scotland’s Theme
The Laird of Sweet-Dreams

Devonshire, The Dove
A Vision Of Light and Love
Highland, Speaks Well Of …

Together They Write
All Combinations Delight
Deep Thinkings, With Might


For:          The Dynamic-Duo of Poetry Soup
      James Fraser and Carolyn Devonshire – ( 2 Scoops)
                  You’re In My Must Read Group …

                              Your Poet-Friend,
                                        
                                             The  MoonBee


Details | Didactic | |

Can You Spare Some Change?

they say the only people who can't change themselves are babies when they're wet
yet  most people won't even try to change when they reach the adult set
they live lives of quiet desperation, still singing the same sad songs
and can't seem to stop acting like babies no matter how right or how wrong
yet when it comes to discussing the future of modern man
scientists have discover that our behavior has gotten out of hand
we overeat, we over-drink, we smoke, we're anxious, stressed and depressed
we need to practice some restraint and change so that we can be blessed
stop looking at life in the same way and start living for the better
it's time to make some changes and stop acting like we're still bed wetters
with a need for our priorities in life to be rearranged
so I ask this question, "can you spare some change?"

If you want a genuine change and transformation to come about
it's an inside job that must occur without any hesitation or doubt
yet many desire to maintain the status quo but at the same time want progress
but that's an impossible task to accomplish so again to you I address
can you spare some change? do you desire to move forward and grow?
can you spare some change in this life that you now know?
if you've ever heard someone say, "that's not the way we used to do it"
tell them to make a change and then listen the Holy Spirit

we need to stop all the unnecessary stressing
we might miss our anointing or our blessing
let go of all that harmful behavior
standing between you and your personal Savior
stop being over-indulgent, learn to exercise and trim the fat
remove the blinders so you'll no longer be flying around like a blind bat
seek out the Lord Jesus Christ 
and let His wisdom guide your life
It's time for your attitude to be rearranged
a life altering decision, can you spare some change?

become a risk taker and step out on a limb 
be like the tax collector, Zacchaeus determined to find Him
Jesus Christ whom he needed to see
he even went so far as to climb up a sycamore tree
now reformed from a tax collecting sinner
transformed into a spiritual winner
now a disciple of the Good News
salvation at hand, no longer living confused
willing to do whatever The Lord asks for
gave half his wealth to the disadvantaged and the poor
he made a concession that was so brave and so bold
to give any he might have cheated back their money four-fold
the crowd then murmured for they found all this strange
but Zacchaeus was a man who willing to spare some change



Details | I do not know? | |

Eyes of Fire and Heart of Stone

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.


Details | Cowboy | |

Chance Encounter

   A thousand times I have heard, 
“There but for the Grace of God...” 
but until today that phrase, 
struck me as somewhat odd. 
 
   The old Cowboy who staggered by, 
was three sheets to the wind. 
but he swept off his hat before me, 
and at the waist did bend. 
 
   “Fair Lady, how goes your day?”, 
he asked as he deeply bowed, 
his face was flush, but his manner gentile, 
and he spoke clearly, though not loud. 
 
   The politeness of his question, 
had completely caught me off guard. 
I looked into his wind-burned face, 
and saw a look that was not hard. 
 
   “My day goes well, and thank you sir.” 
was my own courteous reply. 
As I gave a small curtsy and a smile, 
I saw a twinkle in his eye. 
 
   “Oh surely, Lovely Lady, 
you have truly made my day.” 
He put on his hat, caught his bearings, 
and sauntered on his way. 
 
   No one else along the street, 
looked directly at him or spoke. 
Some looked away, while others laughed, 
and and made him the point of their joke. 

   I alone had been blessed, 
only I knew what lay inside, 
for it had been revealed to me, 
what rumpled clothes and liquor hide. 
 
   I had seen a gentleman, 
a Cowboy tried and true, 
with manners most becoming, 
a Real Man, through and through. 
 
   I was allowed to look past the fact, 
that he was poorly dressed and shod, 
I had seen the inside of a Heart, 
and the Grace placed there by God.


Details | Free verse | |

Homelessness, Taoistically Speaking

Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and parkbenches.
They carry on, in love with the sun,
Spreading their arms to embrace the sky
Season upon season;
The children skip over their roots 
And lovers loll beneath their boughs,
Their shade relieves the weary,
Their age comforts the old.
No carpenter's ambition
Will ever reach their wondrous hearts
And, perforce, transform them.

When they kick you, unwanted 
Out of the hospital psych ward,
Your illness not important because you've done 
Nothing to make the newspapers,
You can wander like a prophet, complete in yourself
Living your truths without needing an apologist.
And so it is with those we look away from,
The odd shapes among us who don't fit our spaces.

There's more to be seen by looking between things
Than can be found by looking straight at them;
The unshaped space around us speaks with an incessant tongue
Interpretable only by the spirit.

So if you really want to slip the blindfold for a change
And see the ones hovering around the fringes,
Start by studying their shadows,
And if they should deign to speak,
Listen with your eyes,
And if you want to feel them,
Reach deep inside yourself and rub the sore spots
You spend the day denying.

Reflection sustains reality
Like dewdrops on a leaf.
Try to understand this like a lesson and you'll fail,
But accept it without judgement
And it comes to you.
No man finds more truth than he who looks for nothing;
This is writ upon the bark of twisted trees.
Read it, then know what wisdom is.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Gift of a Moment

To capture a moment in your hands
To hold it, study it,
Look deeply into all things composing this moment.
Compiling a mental list of ingredients
And dissecting the consequences of this moment.

To crush this moment that you are grasping in your hands.
Extinguishing all life in it.
Executing something out of your own control.
Refusing the opportunity to channel this moment.
Exercising the possession of this moment before it flourishes.

Feeling the thunder of this moment.
Crash upon all levels of consciousness.
Defeating all futile attempts at righteousness.
Running from this moment as if behind you,
But truly it is front of you, glistening on the horizon.

The punch line of all moments is in evading the capture.
Being passed by, refused, overlooked, denial of acknowledgements and 
accolades.
Narrow minded, business always, imagination less nobodies.
Embodying nothing.
Hands gnarled with bitterness, lacking the ability to even capture life itself.

The exact essence of a moment.
Of the living embodiment of it's fleeting seconds.
A luxurious gift whether new and shiny or in tattered and faded wrappings.
Makeup who you are, your being.
Each heartbeat we fail to recognize, is just another fleeting moment of our life.


Details | Lyric | |

Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Details | Rhyme | |

The Other Side Of Life

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

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

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

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


Details | Concrete | |

On Earth, You and Me


        YOU                                    
                                   

                                  Inside
                            Me             This
                           Or                  No           
                            You           One 
                                   Stand

                                                                          ME                                                                    
                           


As you can see no one’s inside, neither, you or me
On earth we are but just two, there is, no she or he
Nor they, only you and me, and we’re both outside
You’re on the upper side and I’m on the lower side

Great riches is absolutely your convincing power
And from poverty, day and night, I endlessly suffer
You discreetly dislike my skin, though I am meek 
I like the color of your God given, apple-red cheek

Ah! Indeed, God created us, but is He really fair?
My mind is yelling, this is not fair! He’s, too, unfair! 
For He gave you all I like, in this world, everything
And He gave me what you dislike, only little thing

You’ve all, the looks, the wisdom, and great wealth 
I’ve poorer looks, lesser wisdom, and a poor health
You’ve all, and still, for fame, you play with a flame
O, less I got, always, your faults, I do get the blame

This is what we are; accepting the truth is not easy
But I learned a thing, when you’re, too, damn busy
Our Creator had set upon us, an ultimate equalizer
Nil counts, even if,we win the Nobel or the Pulitzer

O gee! We do have something in common, after all
I breathe, you breathe, and someday we are to fall
Now I see that God is fair, time to say, we are sorry
I don’t know if you reflected on this, do you worry?


 


Details | Lyric | |

I Found Out Today

I found out today you had never been true
You were with someone else when I was seeing you.
You took my love, my heart, my trust
And all it meant to you was lust.

I found out today that you gave her a ring
While talking with me about the same thing
And pledged your vows and made her your wife
And swore to stay with her the rest of your life.

Was it just a race?  Was it just a game?
Did either of us matter or were we just the same?
Did you really care which one of us said yes first?
Here I thought when you left me you had done your worst.

I found out today the ink was not yet dry
On the decree from your previous lie.
I was just one of many, a face in your crowd
Being duped by you does not make me proud.

I found out today I will get over you
I will hold my head high, I will get through
You have made me a skeptic, you have opened my eyes
I will not so easily fall for men's lies.

One day if I chance to see you on the street
If our paths should cross, if our eyes should meet
I'll forget the deceptions, the lies you would say
I'll remember the truth that I found out today.




Details | Rhyme | |

God Beautifully Created Us


God Beautifully Created Us! God beautifully created us with unique features. Because of sin, we’ve become fallen creatures. God deigned us to have fellowship with him! But that was broken, on account of SIN! God formed us out of the dust of the ground… His wonderful creation was made all around! God had a purpose and a plan in mind. He wanted to be a part of mankind. This was broken because of Adam and Eve’s fall. But through Christ… He’s made a way after all! Through Christ we have access to God’s throne. He died for us so we can make heaven our home! His gift of mercy is for all to receive! Won’t you accept him? And believe? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ode | |

In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

                            I
I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

                            II
They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

                    (Refrain)
But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

                            III
And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
                
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.



Details | Free verse | |

His Testament (Sedoka)

Joseph His servant
Enslaved by those in the dark
A female falsely accused
Delivered by God
Displayed a heart of pure gold
True testament of God’s love


Comments:   One does not have to look too far in today's society to find a modern 
day Joseph. The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line 
poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, 
pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing 
perspectives.  The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following 
syllable counts: 5/7/7.  This Sedoka highlights Joseph, God’s noble servant and 
dreamer


Details | Free verse | |

About Me Pt. 2

I’m a man of my word,
I always do my best to keep every promise,
and I never make a promise I know I can’t keep
I’ll give you the shirt off my back if you really do need it,
but I’m no humanitarian
I always offer others my help,
but I rarely accept the assistance of others,
because it makes me feel like I’m weak
I am weak,
yet, I’m stronger than I seem
I am a rock star on the inside,
but, physically and mentally, I’m a rock star who has no musical abilities
At times I have self-esteem,
but, I really never do
I’ll say I believe in myself and that I’m happy with what I can do,
but, truth be told,
there’s always that nagging doubt,
the lingering thought,
the dreaded fear of proving myself right,
and confirming the utter worthlessness that I usually find in myself
I overanalyze everything
I’m always thinking about something
I love to watch people
but I hate it when people stare
I am a Christian,
but at times I wonder if God even cares?
then call myself a fool for ever thinking that way,
as I finally see all of the things I take for granted that He’s blessed me with 
everyday
I always wait too late to say what I’m feeling,
or can never seem to find the courage to say it when I want to
With time, I’ve grown too scared to reach for the stars,
to walk out on limbs,
put myself on the line
but, I don’t want to be left behind,
I don’t want to watch those around me grow and become happier,
while I am stuck in misery
I don’t know who I am


Details | Quatrain | |

The Inner Workings

Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic
when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air?
Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings
when my brain is like clockwork in logic to bare?
Leaning tos, that is another discussion
for I will admit that I lean toward the tears
and maybe you too would admit just for reference
that you have the mechanics of a man of your years
But don't you think too, that a blending occurs
right at the moment two soul mates connect
and each leans in toward the other's attraction
they otherwise fell, in their days, to neglect?
Perhaps that is why your eyes well up quite rightly
when you see that my heart has been scorched by design
And maybe that's why I hold common sense tightly
and wrap it in gauze to be precious in kind
We are just truly conjoined puzzle pieces
with traits to be honored as sweet compliments
Whether it's logic or sheer, raw emotion
we balance each other in complete confidence.


Details | I do not know? | |

Who am I

Innocent, juvenile, moppet
I am a child
Courageous, gallant, dauntless
I am a free spirit
Hearing, heeding, harking
I am a listener
Open, direct, frank
I am honest
Liberal, understanding, unsparing
I am generous
Trite, worn out, bathetic
I am tired
Divided, severed, separated
I am divorced
Forebearer, ascendant, parent
I am a mother
Contributor, benefactor, supporter
I am a friend
Devine, heavenly, spiritual
I believe in God
Feminine, passionate, strong
I am a woman
Sunrise, daybreak, morning
I am Dawn


Details | I do not know? | |

The Reapers Call

Loathing and choking in a smoke filled hall,
life passing by as I begin to fall,
fiery depths has taken its toll,
eternally falling as death takes its call,
meaningless choices in life,
as the reaper Say's hi,
I turn my cheek to say good bye,
hopeless to cry,
life is done and now its good bye!
as the light passes over I wander,
a endless journey in a new world before me,
Loathing in death and endless mourning,
tears of joy and hopeless tormenting,
I heath the call to end it all,
leaning forward to a endless fall,
Fields of joy,
Filld with light,
I walk through an endless night,
no exit or escape,
I run towards a hooded man in a cape,
eyes crimson with fury,
and a scythe at hand,
skin grey like stone,
in a soft voice he whispers to me,
the end is here and your to stay,
life is pointless if you throw it away!
peace and understanding to all,
by the moon and the stars,
we give freedom of worship,
to all,
freedom of the mind,
Heart, spirit and soul,
open your eyes to a new understanding,
of the world around you,
if you all took the time to breath,
you might see a better way,
Aces over kings,
empowerment is the key,
pure of hearts,
ritual of clubs,
spades of hell roam the hearts of sheep of Eden,
Truth comes in time and essence,
life goes on and so does Wicca for eternity!


Details | Free verse | |

Reversals of childish thinking

Instead of listing what’s wrong with the world
Let’s list what we could do to make it strong
Childishly simple is the integrity on which we set our pride
Is it so hard not to lie, steal, cheat, defile with words
That simply are not right?
Treat others like you would want to be treated
We preach to our children
Unadorned ideas that we cannot follow ourselves 

At times it seems
As humans progress, from child to adolescent 
To adult, then back again
It’s a reversal in time 
From complete innocence to corruptness
Why does it  take us a whole lifetime
To come back to the mentality
In which we started 
It’s only once we see, truly
The best times is when
We don’t judge
And things are just so
Childishly simple 
That we are happy


Details | Free verse | |

About Me Pt. 1

What can I say about me that you can’t learn within a day?
I was born to be a hopeless romantic,
except I never have any romance in my life
I am a gentleman,
I take my chivalry seriously
I want someone to hold and never let go of,
I want someone who will be there
I want someone who will tell me everything will be okay
I want someone to hold my hand
I find myself surrounded by beautiful girls,
but they always seem to find happiness in somebody else
I’m great at reading the negative signs
I’m terrible at reading the positive ones
I always misinterpret friendship for attraction
or vice versa out of fear of rejection,
out of fear of being mistaken, yet again
I am always, just a friend
I am blessed with the best friends in the world
but, I fear, I might turn my back on them to some extent over a girl
I’m afraid my friends will disappear
finally realizing I’m not worth keeping
finally seeing what I see in myself
but, I hope and pray that they never do
Far too often I wonder
I wonder if I died, if anybody would really care?
I wonder if anybody would really miss me like they say they would were I not 
there?
I’m smarter than I’ll admit,
but I still fear I’m not smart enough
I’m afraid I’ll never reach my goals
I’m afraid I’ll never graduate from college,
become a doctor,
meet that one special girl,
and start a family of my own
I’m afraid to let myself down,
but I’m even more afraid of letting down others
I am a people pleaser,
but I’m not sure if I ever really please many people 
I like knowing what’s around the bend,
but I don’t enjoy monotony 
or spoiled endings
I enjoy having fun,
but I enjoy being serious
I’m easily amused
but I hate stupid things
I write best when I’m depressed,
but I hate feeling that way
Yet I love writing so much,
I just can’t win


Details | Couplet | |

In A TIme

In a world filled with lust and sin,
People knock, but can't get in.

There is no right, and there's no wrong.
There's no perserverance to carry on.

There's no happiness, and there is no sorrow.
Folks look forward, but not to tomorrow.

Uncertaincy grips you as you proceed with caution.
Victories are won, but not very often.

Now is the time of broken hearts,
When folks move on, and don't get very far.

Where you want to hope, you dare to dream,
And everything in life is more than it seems.

A time in life of missed opportunities and lost chances.
Where people no longer believe in "love," or "romances."

The world once known has come to an end,
And a 'new,' less appealing one is about to begin. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Tanichka 's Gifts

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

THE WATCHING EYE

                                   

                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                    
In the pool of giving, man will throw his pennies
Displying for those who record such entries'
He regrets that in this land of plenty;
we must sacrifice the few for the good of many.
  The watcher knows of mans intrusions;
  And his propensity for God like absolutions.
   He has seen the indulgences of mans conclusions;
   That he stealthily hides behind illusions.
In the name of freedom come the plans;
For the good of all of man.
But it's catch as catch some can;
And forget where we began.
    Perpetually in awe, to his mind the watcher draws;
    As if seeing in a crystal ball, he knows that man could surely fall.
    In illuminated halls, he records the injustice of it all;
    It is then he does recall, still on hands and knees man crawels


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mother's Love


A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a “guiding force…” Even if her children’s lives stray “off course.” I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Blank verse | |

A KISS ON VJ DAY

"Times Square was magnet to rejoicing
hearts, as mine was on that day the victors 
came. With roses, red, as were perhaps,
my cheeks, I vowed each bloom for
every home-come valiant there I'd see."

"I see her still despite the sixty years,
a taintless angel clutching there a bunch
of roses, red, as were her lips, a pair of
magnets that had drawn me close and
closer yet, and in a flash, the kiss."

"The kiss, a flash of light, and all from
senses blotted out, save for warm, tender
lips on mine, my body backward bent
in sweet surrender held by arms, the scent
of roses crushed between our breasts."

"Our breasts thus pressed, the roses in
between; how long did we remain thus
still in time? For but a span of breath
commingled, held? A moment's measure
of twined heartbeats kept in trance?"

"In swooning trance, then rudely snapped
out from by surging mass, rejoicing river
crowd, there wrenching him away, and me,
still stunned, forgetting there to hand him
but a single, breast-pressed rose."

"A single rose, if but to press to lips, or
in between the pages of a book held dear,
a keepsake from an angel kissed but with
no name to call in sleep-failed nights,
for failing there to even give my name."

"My name, I wish I had the sense there
but to whisper to his ear then yet so close.
Perhaps, it would have been the key 
to worlds away from lonely wards and
wakeful nights with just the sick with me."

"With me is but the memory of lips, their
warmth the years have deftly dimmed;
that kiss, a quick-eyed lens man stilled, now
wrought a lifelike replica of vanished time,
one budding love rose crushed by fickle fate."


Details | Couplet | |

Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Acrostic | |

Smile

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


Details | Rhyme | |

What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth...  Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | I do not know? | |

Diverse

Oh say can I see 
By the big florescent lights
Once so proudly now has fell
Fell into reality? 
Fell into right? 
Fell into a time where there should have never been a fight!! 

With ’In God We Trust ' printed on every dollar. 
But God got kicked out so Columbine became the shocker. 
But was it also ' In God We Trust ' when we failed to see nothing but color?

With the hoses put down, 
and Dr King no longer around, 
is ‘The Dream’ still being reached? 
Is it a sign that the first homes we see 
are no longer a possibility?

When the Towers came down,
we were 'United we Stand'
But when gas prices rose it was, 
“You're on your own, man!” 

‘A penny saved is a penny earned,’ 
is from the man that first helped us try to learn. 
But when we stopped asking what our country can do for us, 
is that the time when the table turned?

Now that Rosa will no longer be on the bus, 
I wonder who will now take that seat for all of us. 

With Miss America in the cast, 
when will we ever see Miss Disability last? 

What happened to the times of ‘I am not a crook’, 
it took a back seat to the Man who wrote the Book. 

And the rockets red glare, 
with bombs still bursting in the air, 
is it wrong to fight for the night 
when our children’s children will still be there.


Details | Ballade | |

Our planet Earth

Our planet Earth

If one took the human form
And drained it thoroughly
Took all the minerals and Oils
Well what then would he, be?
He would be dead, I tell you this
And yet our planet Earth 
With each new day that comes along
They drain her of her worth.

But don’t they know, these human fools
Without these things she needs
She suffers through a million ills
She’s just like you and me
And too soon she’s going to die
And why will this be so
Because we’ve slowly strangled her
And taken all her glow.

How shortsighted is mankind
Why can’t he see at all
That everything is really one
And he is but a fool
Slowly committing suicide
Oh what a shame this be
If he slowed down a tiny bit
Earths beauty he would see.

25 July 2013 @ 1034hrs.



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Mind and Sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Details | Rhyme | |

PLACE FOR ANGER


" " "  """""  " " " 
                 



I feel life breaking a glass, any glass Or screaming at anyone with or without cause For now, my blood and tears have no rest, Seething on a bomb of fury, anger is my guest The rage rakes through my wounds too deep… I never knew he has gone to expired sleep. My soul hemorrhaged, my innocence vandalized Holy water and missal looking mummified. Midnight prayers dripping lines of candle wax I blow like a dam but only silence comes back, My damn, damn spirit cries for a resting place While he has traveled off in a land without maze, And as I continue to fear this anger will never go to bed I drown in the reality of why…why is Dad suddenly dead?
© Susan Burch: Show me the Anger Contest #2 placed winner/ For PD's contest


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Constructive - Criticism ... ' ( An Oxymoron - For All, But A Few)

‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’

Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …

Then, The Term Should Be:  Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism 

Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall

Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)

And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’,  (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say

And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style

And that  ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …

Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon


(I Prefer The Term:  Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
   ‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

A Dirty Basement Room

A Dirty Basement Room In a dirty basement room a baby cries Weakened mother was defiled Forced my law to birth a child Upon a dirty pillow she lies In a dirty room the mother dies Mother and son soon reconciled Victims of government gone wild A time to live a time to die Angry rapist walks streets free Will they listen to her plea? In a dirty basement room a baby cries Angry rapist runs streets free In a dirty basement room mother dies Will they listen to her plea?


Details | Lyric | |

Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




Details | Ballad | |

What constitutes a shoe?

What constitutes a shoe? 
The leather bound tongues of
inglorious pomp,
ambling midst the glades…
 
pugilistic caffeine panders 
solely to the soul,
ergonomically agile, 
bar the finest detail…

eye-lashed straps 
entrenched in the name, 
toiling syllabic misnomers, 
shorn against the scornful 
blood of erstwhile colonialism,
perpetually in memorandum…

  


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Light Poetry | |

' My 300 Spartans ... ' ( or My Scheherazade )


To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup

300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs

300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones

300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me

 - - - - - - - - - -

… I Have Lost 200 Poems
But Here Are 300
Because I Open My Arms
To Inspiration Undaunted …

“ Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork
Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn
Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork
Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born “

- - - - - - - - - -

A Childhood Poem Remembered …

           I See The Moon
      and The Moon Sees Me
       GOD Bless The Moon
         and GOD Bless Me

… and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry …

                                 The  MoonBee


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.


Details | Rhyme | |

Many In Church Don't Know God's Power

Many In Church Don’t Know of God’s Power!

There’s many people who attend church on Sundays.
And yet don’t really understand what God’s word says!

Many get excited when the church has a “coffee hour.”
But few really have a desire to experience God’s power!

Prayer time is too often just a few words that are said.
They sing a good tune, but many are “spiritually dead.”

An evangelist comes to town, and many rush to see him!
It’s almost like they want to “bow down” before him!

I’m not here to look for a preacher to get me “excited.”
I want to experience the power of God, that he’s provided!

If I need a drive thru restaurant, I don’t need a church to do it!
When it comes to knowing God’s power…  Many refuse it!

It’s only the power of the Lord Jesus, that can raise the dead!
It’s only through knowing his word, that we can truly be fed!

If you want someone to stroke you ears, you’ll find them!
Many will say what you want to hear!  You probably know them!

But if you really want the power of God to really change you!
You need to seek his presence!  And allow it to touch you!

If you can’t find it in a church building, get into a prayer closet!
There’s a move of God that’s stirring!  But many have lost it!

Seek the Lord while he may be found!  And enter into his presence!
The Holy Spirit wants to fill you with power!  And is omnipresent!

Please come Lord Jesus, and forgive us of our sinful living!
May we enter your courts with a heart 
of praise and thanksgiving!

We need you Lord Jesus!  May we lift your name up higher!
And seek to be filled with your Holy Ghost’ fire!

By Jim Pemberton    10/09/13


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Personification | |

The Highway

People travel me from far and wide
Cars, vans, trucks, people inside

Going places around the globe
I help them on my open road

Winding up and down the hills
Some stop to see ocean spills

Police surveying people’s speed
So, the traveler’s better take heed

I have ramps for people to exit their space
Of final destination or resting place

I am the highway that has some strife
Looking for my exit to start a new life

If I could find it, I could begin again
Just like these travelers when they come to their end.

©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise...  An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   


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 | Rhyme | |

Let's Praise the Lord

Let’s praise the Lord!
All you people of the land!
Let’s praise him with every
Instrument we have on hand!

Let’s shout praises to his
wonderful name!
A message of rejoicing,
we need to proclaim!

Let’s come before him,
with love from our hearts!
This is where a victorious
life really starts!

Let’s bring him our thanks
and appreciation!
And sing of his tender mercy
and wondrous salvation!

Let’s bring him a heart filled
With hope and cheer!
The coming of the lord,
is so very near!

We bless the father, the spirit
and son!
Through the blood of Jesus,
we have overcome!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

The Talent God Gave To Me


God gave me talents and abilities to use! The love he blessed me with. I wouldn’t refuse! I wanted to use what was given. I really did! I had no idea this would change how I live! I spoke to the Lord with a heart felt confession. Using my God given talent was my obsession! People from church listened. It didn’t seem to matter. There was too much “business”, “gossip” and “chatter” I talked to the pastor about the desire I had on my heart. I could tell he didn’t care… Right from the start! In my efforts to serve God, I most certainly tried. There were many nights I laid awake and cried! In my efforts to use God’s talents, I often felt alone. I didn’t want to go anywhere. I stayed at home. I wanted to give to others, the love God gave to me! But I was alone now… It was so plain to see! The many from church that I thought were my “friend.” Would often criticize me again and again! They told me that I wasn’t good at what I wanted to do. “How could God use somebody like you???” God picked me up when I felt very discouraged and down… He filled me with his spirit. His presence was all around! He took my futile efforts to use me any way he could. Everything I was going through... He understood!. I’ve been able to share his mercy and love that he’s given! His power and grace have changed how I’m livin’! I don’t need others “permission” for the talents I received. His will in my life is what I aim to achieve! His word and love have blessed me within! I’ll do anything for my savior and friend! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballade | |

The fear of life

The fear of life.

For nine months in warm sweet world
I float there peacefully
Then cast into that birth canal
It kind of frightens me
I feel I’m suffocating
And I don’t know what it is
Too soon I enter crazy world
Far from the gardens bliss.

As light comes shining everywhere
The panic settles in
This world is filled with action
And so much awful din
I feel like I’m in trouble
Yet there’s naught that I can do
It seems this place is crazy
That I’ve been cast into.

Then as I grow from babyhood
And listen to the lies
That all these madmen tell me
Cause they’re not very wise
It seems that something’s wrong with me
My life it feels off key
So the only question on my mind
Is ‘What is wrong with me???’


Details | Free verse | |

My personality

Trousers and tights shirts
Tights and baggy blouses
Buff boots and converse
Heelys without wheels I do
Is what I wear 
Is what I am 
Is what I be 
Under that dress and flats
Behind that hair style and makeup
Is what I pretend to be
Is what people want me to be
Is what they want from me
It’s a switch in personality 
From boy to girl 
Or that is what they say?
I act boyish?
I am being me 
But they just won’t accept me 
It’s not like I committed a crime against nature 
I was just being me
Acting to be myself
And that is my nature
But what people also say 
What I also noticed about myself 
I intend to succeed in having
Two personalities
Tough? Soft? 
Wild, sensitive?
Adventurous, poetic?
Athletic, lazy
Singer, screamer 
Dancer, deep?
Fighter, surrender?
Strong, weak…
Is that what they say?
Or is it just mixed up? 
I’m glad I do…


Details | Concrete | |

The Game Change

Two strong competitors fighting for the crown
So many promises,  Where can we go wrong

What did our bible?
Said about speaking in tongues

Someone must lose in order
 For the other one to win

That is what known at the game change.
Knowingly, nothing would ever be the same again

How many competitors from the past fulfill their promises?
Fools us once, shame on you, fool us twice,
 
We just have to say Oh! Jesus Christ.”

We listen and watch all those tricks and trades
With ponderings thoughts we said “who said what?
 Can they really step up to the plate and deliver

 Are we willing to put our country in the hand of the wealthy?
 Who never knew the meaning being dirt poor?
Should we say, no more, no more?

Show us the beef, and we shall show you where our loyalty lies
Because man is his own authority
 So he uses his brilliant educational philosophy so creative 
he wink and said ” I get back to you on the real issues”
You law abiding fools

Satan is a liar, and so is man.
White, lies, black lie and grey lies
Everybody lied at some point in their life
why stop now? 







Details | Rhyme | |

God Will Take Care Of You

 
God Will Take Care Of You! Whatever struggles or trials you’re going through. God has already promised to take care of you! Whatever situation you’re in... Maybe there’s “no way out.” God remains faithful! This is what he’s all about! Perhaps it seems like all you’ve tried has failed you! God is here right now! His works surround you! The situations in life that you may face you… God is there! He is powerful and he loves you! Won’t you invite him in, to take control? And allow his peace and joy to fill your soul? Everything that you need! He has provided! His desire to help you, has already been decided! You can trust him to take care of your problems! Whatever they are… He can solve them! God’s word remains solid and is a true foundation! His words speak peace to any difficult situation! The awesomeness of God rings loud and clear! He’s here to help! He’s always near! He’s someone you can give your trust and believe in! His blessings in your life... You can receive them! He’s here right now … Won’t you call on his name? With him in your life… Things will never be the same! He’ll bring sweet peace and joy deep within. He will always be the one you can truly depend! All praise, glory and honor to God above.! Please touch us with your mercy, grace and love! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Acrostic | |

911—Underground Overtime Night Workers (Acrostic)

Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively

Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked away
Loyal workers; dedicated to the cause; laziness to them—not a gift!
Earnestly they called home to say, “Honey I am working another shift”
Encouraged by those who stayed; coffee and donuts— no need to pay
Encroachment above they never did see as terror stuck during the day
Night’s darkness envelope the light; underground darkness of the night

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
 
© Joseph Spence, Sr., 8/27/09
© All Rights Reserved

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.



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Connection

We all stopped looking to the sky.
Unable to look in our own mind's eye.
So caught in all the distraction,
We make ourselves unable to imagine.
You make your T.V. remote more important than the song you wrote.
You look at the clock to check the time,
But then Netflix says "No you are mine."
But why?

I would rather die,
Than to stop myself from living,
From the media making a killing.
Giving you all their propaganda,
In their new episode of Hannah Montana.

We use our cellphones to connect,
But are more separate last time I checked.
Kids at the age of six,
On their phones like they're on rocket ships.
Waiting for the new Call of Duty 6.
Now throw Xbox One in the mix.

How can you not care?
That your kid does not scare,
When he sees a guy with a gun,
And a victim unable to run.
This kid is blind!
From the media taking over his mind.

But I digress,
Technology is a mess.
Expanding our universe but limiting our minds,
To the people we were before we spoke lines.
Family dinners are now family Words with Friends winners.
Unable to have a conversation without a phone for liberation.

We are trapped!
In a world made for progress in fact.
Then why doesn't Congress just act?
For the place where society does lack...

Connection.

We are all connected but you don't see,
Because technology has taken your liberty.
Taken your sight from out of your mind,
And put it on the IPhone 5 production line.
We all have something in common,
Something we can't share in a com-link.

We are human!

And as a matter of fact,
Humanity on it's own does not lack.
We the people have the power,
To travel across the globe in just hours.
So please don't misunderstand,
Technology is good in one hand.
But in the other we need to be free,
So we can be connected in liberty.


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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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My Roots Run Deep

My roots run deep & strong here in this place you curse & scorn
I couldn’t think of a better place than here to have been born

you say this is a dead end town, where dreams whither & die
I know this town has nurtured my dreams, seen them soar & fly

You say the cowboy has left & gone, run off by urban sprawl
Yet every morning, I still hear the young calves bawl

you talk of crime run amok & people no one can trust
I choose my friends carefully & fight for the right & the just

You say this is no place to raise a child, that they’ll not learn respect
but its our job to raise them up, their course in life direct

You say that no one gives a damn about another’s plight
but I have seen this town come together to turn a wrong to right

You say this town holds you back & you will never gain success
I can feel her sing my praises as I aim to do my best

I will stay here in this valley & no matter where I roam
I know my roots run deep here & I will always come back home

Pack your bags & go on down the road in search of better grazing
One day you will come full circle & return here to your raising

For your roots run deep here too, though you may curse & shout
and roots, home & belonging are what life is all about


© October 2003


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Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


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Forlorn

As dawn it roosts, to the early lids of my opened eyes, Never ever has been a happy feeling pleasant comprise. Quinquennium back I can clearly remember, The morning’s plea scalds my thoughts like burning ember. My blanket festooned body, on the bed it stirs & moves, The immensity of my drumming head, ever hopes it improves. Rise as I to the early morn’s sunshine, Try to smile and reminiscent, it’s surely futile to whine. And so I sooth my dreary mind, Impel the mind to elude dismal thoughts & unwind. Alas! I’m timorous, those dull & dismal thoughts befall, My mind ,now I know I need to overhaul. To edify my mind I have to seek, Muse must I, think ponder reflect every day of the week. Tall happy positive thoughts I must now contemplate, For these are those that will bring me peace and joy once they ruminate. When I close my eyes to tardy nites, Am gonna be happy at morn the thought itself excites. A long dark shadow of doubt it always looms, It’s foggy dawn and my dull thoughts they resume. From dawn to dusk I carry on a low, Pessimistic spirits, they make me slow. Explicit thoughts are sought desired, A sound body and mind are always admired. Forlorn, behold it in my mind’s eyes, Set tone the work ambience my passions cries, Throttled are my dreams, dismayed are my desire, And Brutus knife it’s uncouth edge stabs the back in holy attire. In a Quinquennium span, and time it ran, But my spirit at first light is like a weary man, Now I cognize to him his destiny a bloom, And to me my destiny untwined from his , so not to doom. Must alter my retort to suit me fine, And joyous days will transcend me to cloud nine. Aghast I am for I have lost, The crusade within me and am weary exhaust. Forlorn I am to the day’s time, Often mull are they my thoughts, that are all slime. Forlorn I am to the nite’s time, I know it’s time to clean up my heart’s grime. Forlorn it will be till I inversely think, From insanity, I’m now on its brink. Forlorn ,I want to say good bye, For many eons before I die.


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At Church We Talked About the Holy Spirit

At Church, We Talked About the Holy Spirit!

At church, we talked about the Holy Spirit.
And discussed how to be guided by it!

We discussed scripture and God's power!
And how we need his spirit...  This hour!

We learned about how the Holy Spirit moved long ago.
And how we need it now!  To nourish our soul!

It seemed like no matter what we decided
We knew the spirit's power has been provided!

Rather than just all of us talking about it...
Isn't it about time, that we really experience it?

The disciples of the Bible were empowered from on high!
They boldly proclaimed God!  And were not shy!

It's almost like the church today is somewhat defeated!
Because the Holy Spirit's work isn't completed!

How can anyone experience the Holy Spirit within?
When so many hang on to unrepentant sin???

If you're one, who's hanging on to a denomination...
Is God's spirit part of your life's foundation???

Won't you take the time to wait on the spirit's presence!
God is powerful!  And is loving and omnipresent!

Talk is cheap!  Submission to God's spirit is the key!
To help you in life!  And give you the victory!

Won't you come now?  And enjoy the spirit's fullness?
It will bring you joy! 
And complete wholeness!

By Jim Pemberton


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I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"


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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.


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Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Corners
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/24/2013


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Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids

Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids…

I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids.
He told me; “how dare anyone tell me how I should live!”

He added; “what I do is no one else’s business but my own.”
“No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!”

When given scripture that clearly forbids what he’s doing…
It’s the backward kind of life… That he’s choosing!

He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity.
It’s like he has, in his body, an “infected cavity.”

God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions!
If we don’t obey, it’ll lead to our spiritual destruction!

It doesn’t matter if 10,000 churches say that it’s o.k. to do!
God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU!

There are choices we all have, that are to be made!
Are you going to be victorious in Christ?  Or sin’s slave???

Have you thought about living for Jesus?  And what it cost?
If we’re not sacrificing our lives for him, we’re forever lost!

If you’re one who’s caught up into a life filled with perversion…
May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus?  And a righteous conversion?

God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by!
It’s either God’s rules, or man’s, that you’ll either live or die by!

Won’t you choose a life that God has chosen to give you?
He created mankind!  It’s no secret how much he loves you!

The opportunity is here!  It may never come again!
Won’t you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin?

Jesus can set you free!   Won’t you let him help you?
He’s patiently waiting…   Just because he wants to!

By Jim Pemberton   10/07/13


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The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


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Sonnet 4

What is a man, nay, what am I?
More than just the 350 lbs staring back at myself?
Am I nothing more than a collection of scars and wealth?
Recall, if you would, the line “I can see your soul in your eye”
So am I an eye? Then why even try?
Why attempt to lose the weight, get in better health;
Why talk to a soul, just live alone in stealth?
This seems a grand life for I.

But maybe I’m an eye, an observer
More than that, maybe I’m a catalyst, or a part-
I think I’m not a loner; I’m just scared of the fervor.
Here comes a truth, something closer to the heart
I want to be included in this life, even as just a server
Because serving in the day, is better than sitting in the dark.


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A Homeless Man Named Sam -Part 4

Cont. from Part 3

Three months now, no trace of Sam has ever been found to this very day
 I think he was an angel from above, I don’t know what else to say
 I hope he’s at home in Heaven with God and his beautiful wife
 I believe he was sent to teach me a lesson and to share with me his life
  
If you see someone in need don’t just walk on by, please don’t treat them so unfair
 When you pass them- stop - give them a smile, send them a heartfelt prayer
 Try to help someone else, the best that you possibly can
 Always try to remember... this isn't where their homeless life began
_______________________________________________________________
 
I felt very privileged to have met this kind man
 But so saddened by his heartfelt story
 Was he an angel sent from God?
 I don't know, I only know I met a very, special man...
     a man named Sam
 
___________________________________________________
                                    ***Dedicated to Sam***


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When You Leave Me

If you never come back to me, if you break your promise, if you cause my demise. Will you just leave me be, or my pain will you refuse to see? Won`t you give me one last kiss, a parting with at least a fleeting bliss? A lasting memory, may it be. I`ll weep every night, Thinking where did I go wrong. I`ll stare at the sky, Wishing I was holding you tight. I`ll keep my heart strong, it's breaking apart, I`d almost die.


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How to love

My roots are trembling
through clay orgasm,
tumbling the landslide
that speaks every shake or so.
Leo roars and I await life,
Generic roving rumbles
reminding me of the world around,
but I never remember
how to cling to the ground.


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The mind of a madman

This is done in the Rubaiyat style.


The mind of a madman


Lurking deep within my mind,
Are demons, sometimes hard to find,
They go by many names,
And they come out to visit from time to time.

The demons are angry with me,
Transformed me into what you see,
Their names are Anger and Rage,
They haunt me deeply.

These two emotional fiends,
Make me seem awful and mean,
That’s not me!
It’s these two, they go unseen.

Anger and Rage are brothers; Twins,
They have hideous faces, evil grins,
They fight with each other, all day,
I am always the villain; I can’t win.

God put me in this room,
A nice little padded tomb,
They make me bang my head against the wall,
” God, birth me from this horrid womb.”

These people come at night,
You know, the ones in white,
They stick me with needles,
They have to tie me down, the demons hate the light.

Anger and Rage did a bad thing; awful.
One day, they started to rumble,
Things got way out of control,
Cain killed Abel.

Now, they think I’m a danger.
Justice is what they hunger,
For the bad things these demons did.
Why can’t they understand my horror?

I want to end this pain,
It is time for me to kill Cain,
But the people in white won’t let me!
They just call me insane.



Written By: Samual Ronthorpe
© 2011


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4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Nudist Stoner



Those in glass houses shall never throw stones or run naked at daytime
*I must give thanks to my friend B.B. for inspiring me to provide you with the PG description of his depravities


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Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption...  God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


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Every Birthday

every birthday
is as splendid as the soul
of its celebrant


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The Rush

She retraces the past to uncover the mystery of the many failed relationships.
The first date seems to generate some fireworks.
This entices her to tempt fate and go out again.
Sometimes there is more of a connection and other times she strikes out.
The third date things get more intimate as more secrets are uncovered.
The next thing she knows he is all over or he might wait one more date to get 
aggressive.
Yet in that moment the situation has become too intense for her to handle.
She slaps his arm and flees from the vicinity.
Yet she always wonders what could have been.
She thinks back to why she struggles with a guy wanting physical contact with 
her.
She admits to herself she suffers from a low self worth.
In middle school she remembers being called ugly while the guys shoved her 
around.
While she has untapped this clairvoyant moment, the rush of it all still 
traumatizes her.


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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The Check is in the Mail

The Check is in the Mail
		                            Authored by Chuck Keys	

At the beginning there was no rain,
Only the thundering noise and bright bolts of lightning.
The trees and bushes trembled with the cold winds 
Pouring sheets of rain soon followed.
The stones and the ground cover cringed, 
Everything echoed and shook from the hard driving forces present.
There was no place to run or hide.  God
Was making his statement.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

Someone is in pain, searing aching ever increasing pain, 
Like the agony of a toothache, thumping, pulsing, thud, thud, thud 
Louder and more intense with each breadth 
The body and spirit is consumed, tightly wrapped up, 
Absorbed in the discomfort of now.
And it's not going away on its own.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

He was stolen, placed in chains,
400 years ago, 
Brow beaten from the beginning, in and out 
Never allowed to be his own, 
Not like whites, he was property, owned and operated 
But different non-white, (why are we still talking of color?) 
Yet beings we all are.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

We cry for what was taken but can never be returned 
Not wanting to be raised above or over, 
Wanting not a victory, but delivered equality.
Through love and nonviolence Martin and they forged ahead,
No more waiting for the check in the mail, 
But expecting the expected.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm is here and now.  
A debt of honor is due, 
With the passing of time, where is restitution?
We accept love, education, pride and joy, 
We can't accept the hatred of crime, violence, 
The lack of housing and work, 
Pain never fades on its own.
It needs attention.
God’s values our values,
The one constant, never becomes vague.
Without compromise. Without compromise.
There will be no peace tonight,
Everything is in play.

The storm continues with its blinding rage, 
Waiting for an answer, not patiently, but expectantly, 
There will be no peace tonight in their lives as in our hearts,
Everything is in play.


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Are You Happy With the Life You Have


Are You Happy With the Life You Have?

Are you truly happy with the life you have?
Or have you been discouraged and sad?

Have the things in life brought you contentment?
Or are you one who’s often filled with resentment?

The feelings you have, and the ambitions inside…
Is there some trouble that you’re trying to hide?

Everything you have…  God has given to you!
His promises are true! 
And he’ll never fail you!

The happiness you may be seeking,
 you can find in him!
You can find peace,
 hope and satisfaction within!

Christ can bring a healing that you won’t find!
Won’t you give him a chance? 
 While there’s still time?

What profits a man if he gains the world,
 or loses his soul?
Jesus loves you so much!
  More than you’ll ever know!

The opportunity is here, for you to take!
Won’t you give God a chance?  For heaven’s sake?

By Jim Pemberton    10/14/13


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The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






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Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


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Mercy Rewrote My LIfe


Mercy Rewrote My Life!

My life was rewritten by God’s mercy divine!
He took away my sins and cleansed my mind!

I was totally changed by his awesome power!
His word is renewing me each day and hour!

He reached out and touched me, 
when no one else could!
All of my burdens and problems...  
He understood!

He strengthens my body with his
 love and healing!
I wake up each day with a 
“brand new feeling!”

I thank the lord for everything he’s given!
I’m a new person and my sins are forgiven!

My life is rewritten.  The past is washed clean!
Christ is my righteousness! 
 My everything!

I’m so grateful for him and all that he’s done!
All glory and honor to God’s precious son!

The joy he’s given.  I’ll no longer hide!
Because of God’s mercy..  
I’m on the winning side!

By Jim Pemberton


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Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 



                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows
                  
                                                                                        
                                                                                     


Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL


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I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


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


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Joyce Johnson And I Have Something In Common

Joyce Johnson has something common with me
She and I share similiar grief confess
When on that airplane I finally see
Compassionate face I will love no less

Then I will see a person who understood
All heartaches, just to talk over coffee
This will make me feel so very good
As we sit down at Starbucks; I'll pay fee

I will ask her how she withstood trials
How did she reconcile child's early demise
I'll ask her to share her heartache with me
While we eat a snack with that coffee

Joyce and I share one thing in common see
Meeting her will be such a relief if only brief

Removed from contest because I used the wrong form or style....

Contest:"First Words Over Coffee"
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Written by: Sara Kendrick


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An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.


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Psychology

I am a psychology major in school, 
I think it is pretty cool. 
I can read people like words on a page.
When people smile at me, I can see their rage. 

Some say my talents are fake and absurd, 
I promise they are not, I can hear the unheard. 
I developed this skill as a boy, and it I could not avoid. 
In middle school I didn't play with a toy, instead, I read Freud. 

I see it as a cursed gift, 
I see a person and judge them swift. 
A nail biter has generalized anxiety, 
because we put too much pressure on them in society. 

I am not an optimist, 
nor am I a pessimist. 
I don't get this half  full or empty bit, 
I see a glass that has water in it. 

Every person's hand that I shake, 
I can tell if they are true or fake. 
A frat boy acts out in class and gets a suspension, 
When he was younger, his father paid him no attention. 

In a session, a person asks, “why do I do this?”
then they talk more, as I look into their dark abyss. 
Not everyone I talk to is clinically insane, 
Their mood is like the moon, it waxes and wanes.  

I see things you can't see in plain sight, 
the scary part is, I am almost always right. 
This is not something that can be learned, 
In my DNA at birth, it was burned. 

I can have a conversation with a complete stranger, 
I just look in their eyes and can tell if I'm in danger. 
A small, frail looking boy, I examined with a computer, 
I examined him, because he was a school shooter. 

I can talk to you and look in your eyes, 
then tell you that I saw your lies. 
If you don't believe me, lets place a wager, 
I promise you will lose to this psychology major.  



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Are YOU Ready For Christ Return

Are You Ready? Many in church aren't ready for Christ' return, Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual candle burns out fast. Everyone thinks they're doing fine and “o.k.” As long as they give money and sing and pray. They soak in God's word and memorize many verses. You can see their Bible tucked in behind their purses. A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today— they'd be left alone. God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: “YOU MUST be born again.” Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. “Be ready for my coming” is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now—would you go—or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton


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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


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A BLESSED PATH IN LIFE

As I walk down my chosen path.
I enjoy life, I eat, I dance, and I laugh.
With a little time and patience.
I hope and pray for God's guidance.
I know that I have truly been blessed.
My trials and tribulations in life I know they are my test.
Always having little thoughts of hope 
I constantly keep a little change in slope.
No matter how hard it is, you must believe in all you do
Just work hard at it and soon you'll make it through.
As a bird soar in the sky,
You've got to let your dreams fly high,
For you are special in God's eyes and can make it through your days
That’s why we have to pray.
Every day I maintain a positive attitude
To spend sometime in solitude
I only speak words of affirmation
Daily I pray for everyone in this nation.
With hope in my heart and dreams in my eyes.
Through God’s love and his words I aim to become noble and wise.









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Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21


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Silly Girl

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

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

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

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

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


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Witnesses To Sinners



I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not 
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt  filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times 
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a 
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be 
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed 
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames 
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time 
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may 
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.


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HUMANS AND TAILS

PEOPLE AND TAILS
-‘-‘’’’’-‘---------‘-‘-‘’-‘


at the park’s big zoo cute chimps and apes jump and scream like humans …striving through them I see me surviving by first instinct
but I have no tail ???
© copyright _________________ Contest: John Freeman’s Natural and Beyond


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I Woke Up This Morning With A Mission On My Mind

I Woke Up With A Mission On My Mind… I woke up this morning with a mission on my mind. I wanted to tell others of Jesus! It was about time! There were so much scripture I began to ponder. My love for Christ grew down here and “up yonder!” When I needed some help. And needed it the most. Christ saved and filled me with the Holy Ghost! The excitement I had for Jesus began to brew. I wanted others to know this one that I knew! Others from church just couldn’t help to explain it! My love for Jesus... It’s hard to contain it! I pray that others will share of God’s life eternal. It’s my wish for their name to be in heaven’s journal! I pray that God will use the words that are spoken. To minster to the needy, bruised and the broken! Lord… Help me not to be ashamed of your GOOD NEWS! May there be a shout of victory beyond the church pews! A mission for Jesus... God has stirred in my soul! To be his example… Wherever I go! May the banner of the cross be lifted above… As an example of Christ sacrifice from his heart of love! A testimony of God’s goodness is a joy to share! Spreading his glad tidings to people everywhere! A mission for Jesus is what he’s already given! So others may know of a brand new way of livin’! By Jim Pemberton


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I'm Not the Kind of Person God Wants Me to Be

I’m not the kind of person I need to be! There’s too many problems inside of me! I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know… I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul! I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don’t even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you’d want to be around. I may get discouraged, and “get you down.” I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You’re someone that this person can always depend! I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That’s why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton


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A Look You Haven't Seen

I want you to look at the world, for a moment through my eyes Look at the things you neglect to see,it may take you by suprise Look at all the people on the phone,in every city and everywhere They can't live a day without them,if your one,"come on I give you a dare" Did you know you can be tracked by everyone you called and wherever you go? Most people don't even think about this and the rest don't even know How about the great microwave, that we all just seem to need? They help us to heat our food when it's our time to feed Did you know the man that created it, wouldn't even put one in his house? Because of the radiation comming out of it,was enough to kill a mouse? What about all these new wonder drugs that are supposed to help us with our health? Many were easily created with only one thing on their mind,and that is wealth Some are being perscribed by doctors with no idea what the side effects are all about Then no where to again be found,when your liver or kidneys start to go out Now you have seen the world once again, for a moment through my eyes As I ponder all the things that I see,while staring at bright blue skies
Dan Kearley: 4-26-12


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God, I Need Your Forgiveness


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


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Mali's Day

I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down just before this rain
started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream

so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna
and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues
didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine
We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew

Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free
And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues
In real life feeling good was good enough for me

From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun
That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls
Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun
Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold

On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away
You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her
I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee

To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose
Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me
Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free
Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee


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Dedicated To... (Rap Verse)

This is dedicated to
the uneducated who,
segregate from the greats
the hate gave integration to,
though the paved the way for you,
you just simulate the flu,
infected with cold hearts
like inflammation made it through,
To...
You...

So take a second to converse,
listen to me, then speak,
just make sure you think first,
about the thirst, of the dream,
had by Dr. King, which would
hurt beyond the seams, if he 
witnessed everything,
The Scenes!

How we're treating one another,
Educated versus thugs, like
we are not brothers, What's the
point to jump from slavery to 
having white lovers, if less racism 
means the blacks hate each other?
My Brothers! I have no intent on
hating you, I just hope you make it
through. So this is Dedicated To
You...


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A Selfish Prayer

It's hard when I see so much pain,
Filled with life's many hardships,
All these troubled souls praying,
For miracles through their worships,

Even at home they are lost,
And muddle through their days,
'Release us from our lots',
They cry out from their maze,

Yet I find it even harder still,
When I must stand here and watch,
With neither the way or the will,
To give what little I've got,

So Lord I pray you fill my cup,
Give me the success and station,
Where hope can spring from love,
To answer all this frustration,

Let me afford more than simple words,
Grant me the means to answer prayer,
Lay before me a path true and sure,
To receive great fruit I can share,

My life has taught me so very much,
As my prayers so often are granted,
I know what it means to be touched,
By the charity of the enchanted,

It brings a life of such great hope,
To you and all of those you love,
It helps you to widen your scope,
And great faith when times get tough,

So today Lord I finally pray,
For something I never have before,
I pray for riches so very great,
That I would never need to ask for more,

Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez,
Great wisdom and eternal good health,
The power to shape the will of others,
And all the prayers I leave on the shelf,

And I pray that I remain steadfast,
In service to you through my fellow man,
And you answer this prayer however crass,
Before this poem is written by this hand.


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BEWARE

*****BEWARE ~ reads the file***** Love struck mothers in denial while the Pedophile robs the innocent child Lay


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Dysfunctional Dreamtime

                                                             1.

A red helium balloon
                                   I float above myself,
Watch the ritual unfold:

                                   Gather the sharps
                                   Lay them out
                                   Roll up the sleeves
                                   Enfold the world in silence.

Then, with infinite concentration,
The Not-Me begins:

                                    Draw the lines
                                    Open the flesh
                                    Let out the hot red
                                    Pain and Poison;
                                    Inscribe another testament
                                    To survival.

Then the balloon drifts down
Sleeves roll down
The Not-Me steps into the balloon
                                    And floats away,
And I become myself again,
Purged and Whole

Until the next time.

                                                               2.

A wraith,
I live on air
Insubstantial as the Winter's mists.

I am colorless
And blank as perfect ice, as cloudless sky
Yet I command all appetites,
Control my ghostly shape
Against all outside assault.

My Will is wind,
Invisible and Absolute.

A reed,
I bend but never break.

I may be fading, fading...

But the steel rod within the mist
Shines true and will not yield.

                                                               3.

Peel back the flesh
The flowing flesh,
And see the Void within.

I am large but I am empty,
Hollow as a gourd, a husk.
Tear me and the taut surface
Will collapse upon itself.

I hunger, ever hunger
For the things that fill others up 
And keep them satisfied.

                                                     And so I eat.

                                                     I eat Love, Acceptance, Self-Confidence.
                                                     I eat Hate, Loneliness, Rejection.

And ultimately,
I consume myself.

                                                     After all, 
                                                     Who else could stomach
                                                     The taste of me?


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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


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Where Is My Life Going


As I think about where my life has been...
It’s hard to believe that I’m still here again!

I think about the many things
 I’ve been through.
And ask myself the question; 
“what am I going to do?”

With the trials of life, 
have come trials.
A life filled with uncertainty 
and many “traveled miles.”

It’s like riding the waves of life’s stormy sea.
Never knowing where the next wave will take me!

Everything I know...  And all that I’ve done…
I lay down my life at the feet of Jesus... 
 God’s precious son!

I ask you Jesus for mercy!  I come to you now!
I come before your majesty and humbly bow!

You’ve brought love and wholeness within!
You’ve given me a “new life!”  
And took away my sin!

I love and thank you Lord, 
for your hand extended!
The beauty of your holiness
 is to be commended!

You brought to me hope,
 in a hopeless situation!
And have given to me 
the wonderful gift of salvation!

By Jim Pemberton


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River City Night Life

An earful of breaks...
in overnight silence,
the ticking clock,
crickets chirping,
r-r-r-r-r-o-w-l!
a cat fight,
midnight,
a siren blares,
dogs howl,
a hooting owl,
the mouse...
at prowl,
a plane zooms...
on high,
motors, whining,
tires, as 
trucks and cars
go by,
all announcing...
River City life,
Louisville, Ky.


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Sham Pillows

Wear the mask
Graffiti tunnel
Windy inside
Worse above

Pretty defaced message
Spray paint tired

Isolated crowd
Echoed shroud

Subjugated love
Tread enraged

Rotting beneath
Porcelain crown


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Twisted Fate

A pocket of money he doesn’t have
A bucket of tender and love he can’t buy
Of simple moves he complains
Of simple actions he shouts
If he was my man 
I would have never forgiven him
I would have never lasted 
But he isn’t and I’m not that great 
But I’m still mad and annoyed and broken 
Of what he does
Of the craziness that has got into him 
And I pray to God
Day by day 
That all to be resolved
All that love to be returned
I can’t fool myself
What has gone is to never be replaced
What has lost its spark has gone to waste
But hope is killing us to survive
Begging us to stay 
And we listen, we obey 
But hope becomes old
And time is thrown to waste
Love and pleasure, respect 
Is never to be again in place
Why ?
I ask myself this question everyday 
But it seems it has none but one answer
Compulsion….
Compulsion to lose love
Compulsion to bury respect
Compulsion to fight and never be the same
Compulsion to forsake loyalty 
Why ? 
Because dark is stronger than light
Even if light tries to persuade dark 
Dark is too stubborn 
It will never obey…


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Life on a pause

Destiny never announces to us our place of arrival
The streets, countries or cities
Sometimes our journey is by circumstance
Other times it is divine
At thirty eight years old
I was still looking for Mr direction
I was still in the smoky mushy atmosphere of confusion
Until I stepped out by the invitation of Mr self confidence
Ahhhhh I need to tell you the story
Things I discovered 
You are alone in this world and so many people we call friends are just acquaintances
Some don’t even qualify as acquaintances
Talk about money please don’t go there 
It’s a situation for excuses
But you learn and you grow up
You learn to choose friends wisely
You grow up to soak up the motions
You also grow up to follow your heart in all issues
I sometimes regret relationship mistakes
But it gave me relationship wisdom
Needy, emotionally disturbed women are dangerous
They are time wasters and destiny killers
Being single is as challenging as being married
And none is bad
If you are still single enjoy every bit of it
And if you are married carry your cross and don’t complain
Life is a journey
I stepped out yeah I did
And am loving it
Loving it on the way to my beautiful destination
A destination created by wisdom and plenty knowledge
From all of life mistakes
All the time Jesus was always cheering me on
Go you can make it
Get off the floor is not your place
Get up move 
Do what you love to do 
You can make it
Oh Jesus I love you so
Jesus never criticised me
When everyone trampled on me Jesus always comforted
        The greatest friend in the world, also my comforter
Same friend is the one that always leads me to all truth
      Hmmm my beautiful destination 
Am almost there
When you fall down make sure you pick something
I contemplated suicide once now I just laugh
Because its foolishness
There is nothing new everything you are going through has happened before
Every challenge has a solution
Yes, I have been in that lonely hopeless place
Where I thought life has ended
But guess what; it just started
The wisdom and lessons you learn 
Illumines the darkness in your life
And suddenly you now have direction
And you know exactly what to do with your life
It’s called discovering your purpose
When you arrive here people don’t push you around anymore
Or give you stupid pieces of advice
Please put on a smile and some dancing shoes and turn on that switch
Put some light in your life
For fun people are living people
And living people are attracted to living people
Enjoy your life
The screws are still intact
Shalom.


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Liar Liar Pants On Fire

<                              the great ....  deceiver
                                practices artful ....  falsehood  
                                bold .... assumptions


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I Went To Church Last Sunday


I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so “bored.” When they were singing the songs, some didn’t seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another “yawn.” Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply “get bored with everything?” As the preacher arose to preach his “Sunday sermon best.” “Fill between the lines,” he said… This was to be the “test.” Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a “closing prayer.” I noticed many of the people were “happy to get out of there!” I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… “Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?” “Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I’ve heard about?” “Has the power of God in many churches been ‘kicked out?’” I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a “boring Sunday experience.” May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton


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Heaven or Hell

Like a ticking time bomb,
I stayed in my shell.
Waiting to get out of this Hell--
That was my life.
Feeling alone in every corner,
I stayed isolated waiting for a shoulder.
Hoping someone would reach out to me,
Thinking everyone else had the key.
Till I realized that I was the door,
And the key was in me.

That's when I looked up for the first time,
And realized that the only fault was mine.
For I created my own misery,
And blamed others for what I did to me.
I picked my head up and walked tall,
And that's when I saw them all...

Everyone was like me.
Or should I say how I used to be.
Heads down with hand in my pockets,
Waiting for someone to open them up like lockets.
Thinking they too were alone in their Hell,
And that's why I have this story to tell...

Life can be a lonely place,
Until you look up--
And see the world for what it is,
An empty cup.
Waiting for you  to fill it with everyone else,
Not to stand alone in it like it's a prison cell.
For what's in that cup can beautiful and pleasant,
And instead of being your Hell,
It can be your Heaven.


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Birth of a Poet

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


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Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


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Wild, Wild West

Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.


Details | Senryu | |

Gossip

deaf woman watching
many motions of their mouths
hurricane's eye words


Details | Rhyme | |

You Are Valuable To God


You’re Valuable To God! You‘re valuable to God! He gave you his best! You can enjoy his love, peace and rest! You‘re valuable to Jesus! He bled and died… He sacrificed his life for you, and was crucified! You’re valuable! You were bought with the Lord’s blood. Everything he’s given to you is because of his love! You’re valuable to God, and so wonderfully made! A way to get to heaven has already been paid! You’re valuable and precious! One of a kind! When God created this world. He had YOU in mind! You’re valuable to the lord! He wants you to know… Not all of the world’s money can purchase your soul! You’re valuable to God! He offers his salvation. You can enjoy his peace and sanctification! You’re valuable to God! Won’t you come to him? And experience his love, and the forgiveness of sin? God offers to you eternal life that’s precious! He speaks to you from a heart of mercy and kindness! By Jim Pemberton


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unleash from within

18th & 19th February 2012

Weary, drained spent, shattered, Deep inside, many of us are spattered & battered. Oddled once joyous hearts now beat all tattered, Happiness to the heart is what always mattered. Delayed, late, belated, in life arrives somber, Dark, dull, drab, dingy, macomber, Dismal, solemn, melancholy, lugubrious, These recur within and indigenous. I decree to me and myself To Unleash from within Unleash from within me the power of choice, To take a chance on change and rejoice. Unleash from within the power to give, and forget and forgive. Unleash from within the power of trust, Work on the “t” or the relationship will rust. Unleash from within the power to listen, But not lose your voice or happy face that glistens. Unleash from within the belief, That something wonderful will happen today and will be a big relief. Unleash the power not to criticize yourself, And see for yourself what happens when you appreciate yourself. Unleash from within the power to Love Learn Laugh . Unleash from within, Unleash from within…………… The beginning is the hardest but is life’s secret cotter pin………..


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Couplet | |

Going To War

The phrase, "going to war", has always had ominous and forbidding qualities that can 
reverberate to the very core of the soul. Experiencing such an ordeal has its own legacy. It 
differs from person to person in varying degrees and the anticipation is usually far more 
negative than the actual arrival into the area of conflict. Though each war has its own 
realities with which to deal, it is not the war addressed by, "Going to War". The poem reveals 
the war within when the psyche literally battles with the 'unknown' in its struggle to accept 
the actuality of an event feared and imagined.

The eastern sky grew dark with night, The west held light of day. A lonesome plane in westward flight Was taking us away. When orders came for Viet Nam And all the names were read, They may as well have dropped a bomb, Or shot us there instead. Some few had been to fight before But most of us had not; Had never dealt with death or war, Or fears of being shot. Our words came scarce and laughter naught, Concern was quick to grow. The doubts and fears we all had brought Seemed primed and set to blow. A wave of silence dashed our youth Against the rocks of war, And in its wake, the naked truth; We're little boys no more. The time had come to set aside The games of yesterday, To give our step a longer stride, To learn another way. Now doubt looms dark and ominous, A vulture from the blue, That preys upon what peace remains, From all the things we knew. We pray to soothe our fears and dread, For rest to ease our mind, For guidance through the war ahead, And mourn the 'world', behind; And that one day we'll understand Why people have to die... Still, time grows near when we would land, The miles were flying by. The windows fog with quickened breath In our descent to land. We all are sure a brush with death Is very close at hand. We watch Siagon come into view And wait to feel a blast; Then hold our breath, as if on cue, When wheels touch down, at last. The war, for us, has just begun; Our fates seem so unsure, But we are warriors, every one, Resolved we will endure. ©1971 by Jim Fish


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Law Of Reciprocity II








       ********

Do you find your-self
With-out a ladder and
    Just don't know
What to do?
      ------
Try the "Law Of Reciprocity" 
Fore only good thing's
Come back to you!
      ------
Be Prudent in all matter's
         - And -
Always' do your part
And always' be care-full
In matters' of the Heart


         Poet Author
         Gary Fields


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The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



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The familiar phrase, The Windy City

I’ve a vast store of mem’ries about Chicago
as I’ve lived there for a couple of years
helping out in the parish of many immigrants,
especially Mexicans and Puerto Ricans.

I’ve made friends and a number of them
still continue to correspond by emails;
it’s like a treasure-trove of relationships -
where friendship makes a big difference.

I still remember when I get invitations
from people of other cultures in their homes;
their different cuisines and customs,
a great experience, a wealth of culture.

Chicago’s known for many attractions,
home of architecture with modern skyscraper
the neo-gothic Tribune Tower in the north
along with white Wrigley building in the city;
rich in architectural history, a sight to behold!

Its classic and modern architecture so far,
complements each other in visible terms,
with innovative ideas and creative designs
a special city with marvelous history.

Daniel Burnham, the famed architect,
designed the Merchandise Mart and others
significant to his life like ‘Paris on the Prairie’,
a tapestry of combined art of old and new.

Renowned architects with their respective styles
such as Frank Lloyd Wright and his prairie designs,
Louis Sullivan and his visible ornate facades
Ludwig Miles van der Rohe for modern styles.

Oh, Chicago, known also as the Windy City
so rich in history and its uniqueness too,
the time when a huge fire razed the city
destroyed lovely buildings in 1871.

Well, with the growing skyscrapers in the city
Chicago Spire, for instance, with its 150 stories
designed by a renowned architect Calatrava,
stands as the tallest building in North America.

With the so-called Trump Tower in its 92 stories
and then, Waterview Tower with its 90 stories,
Sears Tower, the skyscraper with its 110 stories,
that’s the only tallest among buildings in the U.S.

Oh well, this is Chicago in the landscape of beauty,
as a windy city, as well as a gateway to reality;
there’s meaning to trace back in history
there’s continuing progress towards this century.


Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

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

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

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

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




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' More Than Any Of Us ... '

Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar
Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar
Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored     ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 )
Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord

Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured
Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured
Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred
Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord

The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior
The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp
The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More

The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar
The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander
The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor
The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power

The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable
The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable
The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible
The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable

Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board !
Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord !
Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard !
Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword !

(He’s Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!)

So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral
Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple
Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol
Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol

The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can’t Afford
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured
The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored
It’s All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord

Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar                             ( Rev. 13: 11-15 )
Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors
Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core
The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War       ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) 

(Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born)

    GOD … Please Grant Us:
     The Courage Of Jesus
     The Strength Of Jesus
       The Loyalty Of Jesus
        The Love Of Jesus

          The King Of Kings               ( Rev. 19: 16 )
         The Prince Of Peace             ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 )
             & The Amen …                 ( 1 Cor. 1: 20  &  Rev. 3: 14 )
That’s Why … In The Name Of Jesus  ( Philippians 2: 9-11 )

                 Amen

            His  MoonBee


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


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One deep Breath

One deep breath, to live like you are dying


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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?


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Elemental Alignment

It's the essence of what we're made of.
It's right beneath us as we walk.
It's what the Creator used from up above---
to make "the walking colours that talk".

The essence of movement that kisses your face.
It can push the sea and move the trees.
Sweat on a hot day can be erased.
Breeze that's felt with grace and ease.

The burning flames put out heat.
The colours are brilliant and bright.
It's used outside when you need something to eat.
It also brings dark things to light.

It's the only thing that can quench your thirst.
It's the one thing that connects all life.
If you don't receive this you might just burst.
A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife.

We need all these elements to make the world go round.
They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

" Bahama Nation"

A nation of peace,a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope,a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy.

A nation to give,a nation to take
A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape.
A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called blue
can be seen everywhere above land and under sea too.

A nation of democracy and old english style,but things  sure have changed if you
look up our file.
From outside rock stoves,to TV,radio,computers and wi-fi connectivity.........
I'd say that a long way from July 10 1973.

An nation filled with hospitality,love and history,
Arawaks,Caribs and American Indians are the basis of our nationality.
A nation where Tourism is number one, because of the Bounty of sand sea and sun.

Yes,a nation of Youth,sports ,culture,uniqueness and island fashion trends,
Like native Androsia our own local blend......and straw work and junkanoo,the list has no end.
This nation of beauty,splendor and self defense ;yes its celebarting its own INDEPENDENCE.


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We're Just Sinful Human Beings

We’re Just Sinful Human Beings! All of us are just sinful human beings! Scripture says; “the heart is sinful above everything!” Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away… Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day! God made Adam and Eve, with perfection! But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection! He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice. It was up to them to listen to his voice. They had all they could want, with one instruction. Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction. Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind. And their disobedience affected all of mankind! Since that time, mankind has needed atonement! Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment! Only his blood can wash away sin’s dark stain! It can only be found when one calls on Jesus’ name! We’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory! But wait! This doesn’t have to be the end of the story! God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU! The love and blood of Jesus, can make you BRAND NEW! His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange! You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed! This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take! Won’t you do it now? For eternity’s sake??? By Jim Pemberton


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The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Porn No More

I've watched the war from behind closed doors;
Eyes too glued to close.
And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more.
God's love is the only hope we know.
We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus.
We are saved because of the love that is Jesus.
We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us.
We are loved!
No matter what we've done, we are loved!
Confess and ask for forgiveness;
This is such a beautiful gift!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
You forgive me!
You save me!
You change me!
I am changed!
I am new!
I am renewed!
I am forgiven!
I am saved!
I am changed!
There's porn no more
For God's hope is in store!
There's porn no more
For God's love is the hope of the world!


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Hats Off To You {Vignette}

heart flutters bearing the news
appointed poet laureate
bows comrades honoring name
gift gabble raising thy brows
expectations of nil
inspirations for others






Tribute To Poetry

And To All The Wonderful Poets
Here In The Soup Bowl
I Bow To Each

Also Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Poet Laureate Contest
GL All


Details | Imagism | |

Interloper

Look to the outside, look within, The penciling trees, the straw of the sun, Skin white as milk, cheeks turn to cherries, The gaze falls deeper within. No more shall this stranger taunt me, Its eyes glistening with the deep bordeaux of blood, In which moment the heart begins to bleed, Consciousness lost in the reflection of another. Its palms gently caress its cheeks, Mirroring my every move, my every breath, A sheeny droplet passes down its complexion, Yet I feel the sadness bound in my heart. And still it stares, trapped before me, Hands gripping the nearby porcelain vase, Eyes lustrous, almost mad, It sends the delicate prop against the cold surface. Crimson, scarlet streams descend gently, It still stares - bewildered and dazed, Both our hands seen only through thick brooks of ruby, And a smile appears. Hello stranger, The soul within remains unchanged, Our gaze saunters and with a final glance of approval, I turn and gait forth, sensing no more the bothering embodiment.


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?


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YOUR LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE EMPTY

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

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


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The Cruel- Beautiful World

I am here 
In a different time and place
In which tears of joy of one
Unfolds the tears of discrimination of another
Such a cruel and beautiful place 
This world can be
Such happiness and melancholy 
It can cause 
To trade the laughter of a hundreds 
With the wretchedness of one
Is such an unpardonable sin
Where love is such a misguided emotion 
And jokes just become an exotic offence
And people no longer go by the principle of respect 
Where habits and manners become the past tense of an old lifetime
Where everyone says such things as 
“No one loves you” 
Where every low- life disrespects an ordinary 
Where people who cry and weep 
Are the people that speak of fact?
And people that are strong and rarely do they weep 
Are the bad?
Nonsense after Nonsense 
Sanity Losing Sanity
World decreasing in faith
Word becomes worthless 
And I sit here
And I am to blamed
Of things that do not cause any shame
I am here, sitting and receiving offences
Of people who their duty is to love? To care? 
Such an ironic place this world has become 
Such a spell of loathing is cast upon us
And we, who fight are in this spell
To be condemned


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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!”


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Liquid Handcuffs

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JSLambert


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The Risk of Choice

It would be too easy to not believe
And not have faith in all He wants us to see.
But I don't want to risk my life being saved
Because of a choice I was refusing to make.


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Subversive Valentines Day

Once I had a girlfriend and ex-wife.
Two ladies at the same time in life,
Mistake I made this day.
Not proud in anyway.
First mistake, second retake in strife,

Girlfriend I gave flowers for the day.
Ex-wife and I married, oui evay,
Messed up my life again,
Not knowing where I’d been.
Girlfriend forlorn, wrong card I did play.

Ex-wife left me, I got just deserts.
Got what I deserved for all my flirts.
Valentine’s Day, bad karma,
Cupid dealt me, my dharma,
Disengaging me of all subverts.


Written for

Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Valentine's Day Limerick 


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I'm a Muslim I'm not a Terrorist

I am a Muslim, I’m not a “terrorist”.
How can I be a terrorist
when I’m against all kinds of injustice.

I’m against every act of sin and evil.
I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe
what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people.

I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression.
I’m against stealing, against taking away
people’s loved ones and belongings for no reason.

I’m against suicide bombings,
against racism, against ignorance,
against self-harm and even derision.

What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates
oppression. I hate it too when people fight
for foolish nationalistic reasons.

I’m a Muslim; I follow the true religion
of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful
Who simply wants us to answer His Call
to believe in Just One -Just One God of all.

So don’t call me a “terrorist” when I clearly
don’t have a ‘mass destruction’ weapon
and my goal in life is to
be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.


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.


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Unseen Beginnings

Death is not the end, but a start of new life


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Happy Cloud, Smoke Clouded Guy Vs Voice of Truth

My Friend Tom Logic was The Smoke-Clouded Guy and i was The Voice of Truth :D 


Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Nicotine to make me high.. Emotions that can fly.. Pain about to die.. 
Voice of truth says:
A free-way pass to a venom which gives you a lack in living? Tell me why?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Tell you why? When from childhood life waved goodbye.. I had this numbing pain in my vein.. Living for vain
I had to
Smoke trouble away
Voice of truth says:
And risk Living? Risk a body that was gifted& pure, risk health? That others would die for? 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Why favor my life? Why live on the edge of the knife? Is happiness just another sad cloud? Can't u hear my screams that are loud?
If wounds wont mend.. Now with nicotine I will blend
Till they heal and lose the sense to feel
Voice of truth says:
To deny a blessing is nobler then? To deprive your health will numb the pain of this so-called Happy Cloud? Then this so-called Delight is just a fraud to make you feel better, to steal away the minutes while you would've got years
A lack of beauty you will gain, a reek of bad odor it will cause, your teeth no longer the blazing white? Why take instead of care? To your own shell? 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
I feel my soul is down low
The sun.. Is your truth you state?
Voice of truth says:
A Message to God you have sent, "my Soul you grant, i will play" 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
Now, after you.. I have smoking to hate
And.. I wish.. A better fate
Words crumble and blush by your power
Your words are the drug that is.. Truth
Voice of truth says:
Turn back you say? It is never late? For God has his arms open wide for another Fate 
And you know what I say? It’s your own good that we display?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
I for one.. Turn my face, to what's bright.. This cloud circulating me.. Will fade away
Voice of truth says:
Welcome to this beautiful place, a ticket of health you will once regain :D 
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says: 
And it's you I thank... To my page.. I begin blank
Voice of truth says:
My regards, my awaits to all of your mistakes ;)


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I Think About How Ths Country Has Changed



Over the years, I think about how this country has changed.
It’s like “right vs. wrong” has been “rearranged.”

We’re told that a separation from man and God exists.
Yet the handiwork of God is in our very midst!

Rather than seeking to obey God’s word and rules.
Our courts have turned this country into “fools.”

The whole idea of marriage is often very confusing.
Many don’t think about the wrong path they’re choosing!

Government often passes laws that provide a “moral instability.”
We’ve often lost our respect for a Godly type of morality.

As people’s lives get filled with lusts of various kinds.
Many are wandering around with very confused minds!

“One nation under God” is too often under attack.
As this country is quickly “getting off track!”

If “change” is what you want, or what you’re looking for.
Think about the purpose of life you’re meant for!

The direction you need to travel,
 is to the Lord in prayer.
Wherever you are...  
He will meet you there!

Christ alone removes any “God or state” separation.
By his shed blood and his gift of salvation!

There’s no Supreme Court near heaven’s gates!
There’s a God who loves who, and anxiously waits!

He longs for you to receive his life eternal.
So he can put your name in heaven’s journal!

Won’t you allow his love to cleanse you within?
And experience the atonement for every sin!

May the Lord bring to us all a healing and restoration!
He is the only true hope for our great nation!

By Jim Pemberton


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In the Skin of Shy.

Too safe, in alabaster skin.
(Quiet, reserved and breathing.)
So safe, the girl I am within.
(In corners, impossible waiting.)

Too loud, the rhythm in my ears.
(Conundrum, perceptible weaving.)
So loud, the soluble sting of fears.
(In labors, I find myself breathing.)


Please, my love... Break me.


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Statement

The winter is balancing
on tense ropes.
I cant and I am getting older,
To years of sharpness I owe
My pulse's rhyme,
My blood's red.
In a world's thunder
I tasted the salt
-my memory's trail-
Suddenly alone I begun,
Inexcusably alone I march
Serving the sentence of my freedom.
Few tears
Few patience
With empty hands
I am grooving the rock of a Fate
Fighting
-a masterpiece of stone and silence-
And I pray
In a sun beamy 
To shed light and fire on my worn mask.
If the sum of my life 
Reaches the infinity,
Proliferous by expextations divine
Divided by each wave I dared to dash
And extended to the choice of a breath,
I will be human between humans
Counting the numbers of my steps,
Loud and steady,
I will lead my soul outside,
To the open air.


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OFFENDED

W hen you go to someone's wedding
H ave you done so in clothes that are unsuitable?
E ver shown up for an evening out wearing shorts?
R emember the times when we "dressed" for dinner?
E ven now, some do so.

I t isn't everyday that special things happen in our lives...
S trange how inadequate we are in showing respect.

T here are times when a casual attitude is not offensive.
H ovever, that is for the mundane.
E ach one of us makes choices with regard to events in life. 

R ecently, I attended the memorial for a friend's mother.
E very one who was there knew that this was a somber occasion.
S ome, however, did not take the time to think about their demeanor.
P erhaps we have gone overboard with our "casual" attitudes.
E xpectations for me are that one would come dressed for the ceremony.
C asual attire and wearing baseball caps are fine at a picnic, but
T hen, I was taught that social graces begin at home.


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Someone Felt Like Giving Up

Someone Felt Like Giving Up! I know someone who wanted to give up. Things in life began to “trip him up.” After much thought and contemplation. He really offered no real explanation. He felt like his life was at a “dead end road.” He said he couldn’t continue with a heavy load. No matter how many different things he tried. He was not happy… Nor satisfied! He began to share a piece of his mind… He was ready to leave everything behind. The choices that he had sometime ago… Began to “wear” at his heart and soul! I tried to encourage him the best I could. But I’m not sure he really understood. As I watched him go his separate way… I said; “there’s something I wanted to say.” “There’s a God who reigns in haven above!” “He wants to fill you with his hope and love!” “He knows and cares about everything you’ll do!” “He’s loving and kind!” “And wants to help YOU!” As I spoke, I could see he thought for a minute. A commitment to God… He decided to give it! He decided to give it all to a God who won’t fail him! He wanted to serve a God, who wants to bless him! He’s happy now that this choice was taken! With Jesus… He’s never alone nor forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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Prayers

Prayers upon prayers
In ceaseless array  prayers 
More than enough
If counting rain drops
How many prayers
To help those below
Overwhelmed with disaster
Man made, machine made
Natural disasters, too many
For earth to bear
Prayer upon prayer
Heaping platters of prayers
Beaches of scattered sand
Needing much much more
Seems to be evermore
Prayers upon prayer
Please preach evermore
Who hears the prayers                                                                                               
of those below


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Day Servants -- Servientas Diarias

Las mujeres que cruzan el rio cada dia
forman una linea larga para la migra.
Muestran sus permisos -- tarjetas locales --
y vacian los contenidos de sus bolsas.
Cuando las preguntan sus destinos,
contestan con las frases que han ensayado:
quiero comprar pollo en especial,
o desea mi hijo zapatos tenis de Wal-Mart --
mientras sus patronas del dia acechan,
a prudente distancia, en sus camionetas guayin,
con los motores en marcha.  
Estan fumando impacientemente.
Otro Winston? 


(For translation, see "About This Poem")


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A LOST MEMORY

You became my best friend, someone I would never ignore.
I know I was selfish, but I wanted more.
She became the one I wanted, and the one I got.
She definitely became the one who showed me love,
And taught me the past should be forgot.
To me she is a memory,
I do sometimes wonder if she remembers’ me.
Constantly she said you loved me I knew she lied,
I could see the fear in her eyes.
I’m letting the pain out,
With out any doubts.
I have to hurry up and let it go,
Before this pain consumes me and I lose control.
When she is around I have to wait a while,
See she doesn’t know but I have to force a smile.
I’ve moved on, so did you.
It’s scary to know you love me too.
Sure I could find someone else so I did not always feel so alone.
But they could never be you I would never feel like I am home.


This poem is for those people who can’t move on…..


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Old Years New Tears

I raised my foot to climb the stairs
only to find an old age impediment there.

Down I went face first upon the stair
now realizing that I must first think before going there.

Raise that leg high resounds in the mind
something I didn't have to do once upon a time.

A thought that now stays ever constant in my mind
each time I approach something I have to climb.

What was once done with thoughtless effort
is now done in thoughtful measure.


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Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


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HEART BEAT

When I pull away, you push

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

motioning “shush”

I feel like a caged tiger

craving freedom and lovers flesh

a prisoner of your personal horror

I must digress

I loose myself, into my mystical, magical, mind

to keep this empty agony, from burning into

each minute, of my lifetime

my body, feels frozen to your touch

your kisses, cannot melt my hatred

toward your soulless lust

I am strong from within, I cannot,

will not

let him win,

A real live porcelain doll I have

turned in

Two

lines forming a cross, hold my inner eye 

for the Lords love catches my tears as I cry

when your fists, strike my body

a bloody mess, you leave my lie

punishing me for your insecurities

and false lies

a chance to escape you, this dream

has me hypnotized

each day of mine, ends in silent sorrow

and begins, with prayer filled sighs

For love, does not beat you behind backs

and then smile in your eyes

using such smiles to disguise

to the outside, false facial expressions

keep things trill

I pray, for the strength one day,

to fight my prisoner back

perhaps kill


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





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THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


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A person I've met before

You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.


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Those Who've Gone On Before Me

Many Have Gone On Before Me…

As I grow old, many I know have gone on before me.
Some I didn’t know.   And some knew me.

In our lives, there’s one thing that’s very certain.
We don’t know when we’ll meet life’s “final curtain.”

No matter how we try to look, or seek a “younger appeal.”
One day, old age comes, and the end of life seems real!

Our lives down here, could end tomorrow!
No matter how many years we may try to “borrow.”

God knows when the end of our lives will be!
The question is: Where will you spend your eternity?

You may seek all of this world’s wealth and fame.
But when death comes calling… 
 It knows your name!

You can go through life, and keep “pretending.”
But God knows when your life will be ending!

He’s prepared for you, a place in his eternal city.
There’ll be no more sorrow, pain or pity!

All of the angels in heaven await your choice!
Each person coming to heaven,,,  They all rejoice!

Jesus loves you!  This is great news!
His gift of salvation...  Please don’t refuse!

Think about those who’ve gone on before you!
And the wonderful God that always knew you!

Every breath you breathe… Each step that’s taken…
Jesus is your only hope and secure foundation!

By Jim Pemberton


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Skin Deep

If I could dream
for anything
I would dream of Peace, Love
and Unity
for all Bloods & Crips
all gangs, are in need of a change
for you represent such ignorance
and scrutiny 
Difference in colors worn
Sides in which you were born
are truly all that divides
when the two opposing sides
collide
and it makes no sense
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside
And a future generation
is hard to provide
when death, is like your shadow
creepin' up by your side
and drive-by shootings happen
each late night, outside
where running seems the only option
to know
for no places to hide
no defense for your demise
for a difference in colors worn
and what side in which you were born
is truly all that divides
when these two sides collide
and it makes no sense to me
for we all Bleed
Blue turned Red
Blood Inside


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America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


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' MoonBee's Heart (or) Filled With Love ... '

.            .Touched By  Love	                 I  Feel– So–In– Love
        This Heart Of Mine Loves	         With All Of  My Soul-Love
     My Greatest Love & Glory-Love      & Always  Truest  Story  Love 
    My  Oldest,  Yet  Like New-Love,    My Life Always Knew This Love
    My  Boldest  - Brightest, Wisest Love, My Surest, Undisguised Love
    Deep & Wide As The Ocean Love, High As Space–Skies Above Love
     My  Sweetest Love,  &  Complete  Love   &  Most  Easiest To Love
      My Unreleased,   At-Peace  Love  & My Powerful, Unleashed  Love
       My  Simple...   Unselfish,   Warmest,   Wealthiest,   Purest,  Love
         My  Most   Enduring…   Devoted…   Desired…  &   Dearest Love
           My Biggest,  &   Beauteous   &   Blest  &  Best  of  All  Loves
             Because From  YOU: Comes  All  Other Big  &  Small  Loves
               a  Child    a  Husband     a  Father    &   Mother     Love
                Friend, Stranger,  Christian - Sister  &  Brotherly Love
                  Love  … This  Real …  Will  Keep Us  Together  Love
                    Love  … Is  The  Only  Thing  That  Matters  Love
                      Songs  &  Dance  &  Romantic  &  Poetic Loves
                        Are  My  Pleasures  &   Philanthropic   Loves
                          Live ... For  Holy  Love  &  For  Only Love
                              Eternal  Love … &  …  Supernal  Love
                                The  Son Of God, Came  For Love
                                    Father  GOD,  Gave For Love
                                       The   Essence   Of   Love
                                          The  Idea  & Ideal of
                                                L… O… V… E…
                                                  G    O    D
                                                      O   f
                  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~ 
                                                 L… O… V… E…
                                  Reflect This Love…Respect This Love
                              Protect This Love   …        Until Perfect Love
                   Go Beatles: All You Need Is  Love All You Need Is Love
            Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need Love Is All You Need
           She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah       She Loves You Yeah Yeah Yeah
                 She Loves You Yeah                                  Yeah Yeah Yeah


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The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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' Intimacy In Verse (1) ... '

Intimacy – To Put It Delicately,
Is Closer Than Flesh Can Form
And Stronger Than The Desire
… It Bravely Springs Forth From

Intimacy – Shuts Door
On Separated and Shy
Intimacy Knows Who You Are …
And Doesn’t Need To Ask Why

Intimacy – Is More than A Touch,
Sight, Smell, Taste Or Words Heard
Intimacy – Vanquishes Alone
 Unknown and Scared

Intimacy – Is A Certainty
And So Beautiful To Have and Hold
Intimacy – Is Secrecy Shared
Between Love and In-Love Souls

          … Intimacy …


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I'm So Glad The Lord Accepted Me


I’m So Glad The Lord Accepted Me! I’m so glad the lord accepted me! I look forward to being with him for eternity! I’m so glad that the lord found me! Each day now… His love surrounds me! I’m so glad that the lord didn’t :”pass me by!” He gives living waters that satisfy! I’m so glad for everything that he has done! Al praise and honor to God’s anointed son! I’m so grateful for the lord that I am his! Hallelujah! I’m thankful for the new life he gives! I’m so thankful to the Lord for the life he gave! There’s nothing that gave me… I would trade! I’m so joyful in the lord for his love divine! He is here now and will be with me throughout time! I’m excited for what the lord is going to do! This same lord is here today… And can be YOURS too! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

Smack dab in the center

Recently I got tired of being a puppet on a string. 
I’m not sure why, 
but I woke up, 
and then it all made sense. 
Until that point, I’d spent my life deep in mind’s pretense. 
I found my heart,
I dove straight in, 
and much to my surprise, 
I landed smack dab in the center of spirit’s loving eyes.


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A Word From Gonzo

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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The Blue Knight { Pantoum }

<                                the city he calls his home the beat
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  doctors lawyers fast food he's ready
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  the city he calls his home the beat




Tribute To 
Police Officers 



Entry For
Jarred Pickett's
Pantoum Contest
G.L. All
                                  


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Blind Faith

Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest


At the end of days,
the earth displays its anger,
Clouds part,
heaven awaits,
choosing life,
I depart.


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Redhead Philosophy

I am strong, I am brave so many ask why I am so strange my reply has always been because God made me this way with curious looks and a grin I look at them and say I have red hair that I must tend what more do I need to explain/center> Just silly


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Drunken Pen --- Pete's place

hic..how could they notice, with so many half opened bottles laying around, so who the heck cares or gives a rip?, b'sides who would remember which ones were almost full?..ahh.., jus a little left in this un...an over there look at Jack Daniel sittin' there smug, like it's somethun alive,  taunting me, leaving a big wet stain on these beat-up ol' steps, how long have I been sittin' here, I wonder... ah well, was going to paint this old tired porch one of these days, look here, if I pick at the paint, it peels off in a big long strip..and  look at the old swing danglin from its rusty chain, sitting empty, all these years, googlin' it's freakin eyes at me,...squeeking like that parrot that I owned when I was a kid, what was his name, oh yeah.. Mr. Jiggs,.. same name as the guy that told me so long ago, that I should check my engine more often, I hadn't been good about changing the oil in the old Chevy that Pete fixed up and painted two tone yellow and white...wow, haven't thought about that Chevy in a long time, lookin' like a taxi, what was Pete thinkin with that bright yellow lower half and white top, almost looked like a peeled banana, but I loved that ride!  remember how all the girls would cram in the banana, during lunch,...how we'd head down to Ricky's drive-in for a lime freeze, then be back to school too late for chemistry, and poor old Mr. Simon would shug his shoulders and not even give us a bad time, I think he kind of liked the girls better so made allowances, but the boys hated his guts, but maybe not as bad as...what was his name? oh yeah, Old Man Keller, with the dandruff....only we called him Mr. Killjoy...gosh, that reminds me of that Killroy was here, that stupid cartooooon dude that kind of looked like Howdy Doody peeking over a fence or somethun...what was that all about? I never exactly knew how that started, except that my brother had those lame comic books or something called "Mad magazine"..with that freckled face always looking over a fence at you, like some peeping Tom or pervert. 
Hey!! quit lookin at me, you old antiquated piece of rubbish, swinging there back and forth like you still mean something to somebody, you got a ghost sittin in there or somethun? heck, wouldn't surprise me if ol' Pete, came back to haunt the place....and noticed me sittin here drinking his rum...okay, where was I? oh yeah, was going to write about old Pete...about that first time, we met, ..who would've dreamed he'd leave the old place to me?  


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' Golden Harvest ... ' 40th Senryu

    Golden, Full Moon Shone
On All The Harvest, That’s Grown
    Welcome In Our Home


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Solar Love

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


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As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I’m trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don’t understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God’s laws certainly belong! I’ve tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they’ve made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they’ll serve God all the days they’re livin’! Even though I’ve failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I’ve taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I’m thankful for the opportunity to call them “mine.” I pray they’ll seek God’s guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God’s love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I’m trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton


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The Luck Of The Irish

Ahhh the luck of the Irish 
complete with leprechauns 
and pots of gold 

The Emerald Isle 
God's country 
filled with lyrical voice 

but no one hears her cry 

that fabled luck 
truly a fable t'would seem 

suffering 
the only thing in abundance 
it is their only pot 
that remains filled 

an impoverished relative 
showing up late for dinner 
tossed a few scraps 
from the rich relatives
but not allowed to sit at the table

a history rich with servitude
famine, plaque 
and indentured slavery 

spit upon by class distinctions 
laughed about as uneducated 
their brogue common 

ahhh yes the curse of the commoner
in a society that rewards 
upper class and the deemed 
right of birth 

drunken happy go lucky louts 
that would steal your pants 
rather than wash his own 
and on and on the prejudice flows

from old days into the new 
of drinking and gambling 
even in the movies 
portrayed as a rogue 

these perceptions followed 
fine people across the sea
where they built the cities 
endured the hardships 

and still no one hears their cry 
no one gives them their due 

they did the jobs 
others were to afraid to do
the hard labor
standing on steel skyscrapers 

so many descendent's
of this proud people 
have formed the foundations 
of other countries 
and still they do not control their own 

now the world frowns 
not understanding the religious battle 
that dwells within 
it's all they have 
their faith 
it makes perfect sense to me 

for yes the Irish 
would start a fight in a church 
for they are not afraid 
to stand up for their beliefs 

they are just hollow 
for so much 
has been taken from them
so much suffering 
has been endured 

so they cling to their faith 
as a man clings to a life preserver 
for to lose that last vestige 
they will lose themselves 

ahhhh the luck of the Irish 
maybe they should pass that luck to another 
then maybe someone will hear their cries

someday they may follow the rainbow 
and will truly find that pot of gold





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Get out of my Heart

I lay, dripping, soaked within a dark sweat,
seeing and hearing your soft voice abet.
I want to run, to leave this merciless realm,
but you pull me closer, without a choice at helm.
Get out of my dreams.

I miss you, but I hate you, every last memory.
You taunt my every being, you’re all that I see.
I see you in the crowds, or when I’m all alone.
You’re here and there, on your heartless throne.
Why couldn’t you stay?
Get out of my life.

I hear your laughter and see your beautiful smile.
Once so beautiful, now helping others with guile.
You’re now decayed, withering into shallow dust.
I loved you so much, and never again will I trust.
Get out of my head.

Tears I weep, when others aren’t around to see –
I remember the days, the months and years I bleed.
I try to forget, and to hate you and your choices.
But all I can hear are these damn forgiving voices.
Maybe I am what you proclaim me to be.
Was I really that monster, that demon you see?
I hate what I love and love what I hate.
I try to erase our past, and to claim it our fate.
But I can’t let go, you’re all that I hear and see.
I wished you could have loved, that loathsome “me”.
Get out of my heart.


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The halo effect

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


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Real Perception

Pride is a ride, take it in stride
Humility is free, no degree. Cecil Francis Hickman


written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "QUOTE ME" 


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside







Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)


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Dear Me

December 12, 2012

Dear Me,

Advice to Myself

~~~~~~~~~~~

Go through the open door
Dreams await you and more

Do not be afraid to fail
Learning in the end to tell

Life is hard, education is best
Independence is what I suggest

Some people are not always kind
Do not be rude but leave those behind

Be thankful for your blessings
Remember everything is a lesson

Be creative, experience life, be keen
Go to places you have never seen

Find your true love, your soul mate
You have time do not rush, it can wait

Changes, Suggestions to Myself

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You do not listen to your mother
This time make sure you bother

Mistakes will always happen to you
This time a different path you choose

Boyfriends come and go, here and there
Thank goodness the last one you let out for air

Next time do not believe everything you hear
Sometimes people put make believe in your ear

Please do not dye your hair pink again
Leave the natural color or put highlights in!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All these things come with love
Whatever you do, believe in Heaven above.

Love, Me

David Williams “Hello/Goodbye” Contest


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The Melting Pot - America, the melting pot of freedom

Lord have mercy, have you seen
The fences they put up between
America and its border states
The melting pot no longer rates

Lord have mercy, have you heard
Immigration so absurd
Where once it had been good and sound
The melting pot is watered down

Lord have mercy, can you taste
The bile this policy has embraced
We don’t seem to care a lot
About the weakened melting pot

Lord have mercy, can you feel
The sickness and the need to heal
What once made this country great
The melting pot has met its fate

Lord have mercy, can you smell
The stinking hatred that does dwell
Here within this country’s fold
The melting pot has gone stone cold

	5/30/11
for Dane's contest - America, the Melting Pot of Freedom



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Life's puzzle



Are we people seeking answers to our lives, hopes and dreams?
From beginnings of our youth, we're taught to plot and scheme

In life we learn to make our place and to maximize our dreams
We work to pay our way, or are we paying for others schemes?

To respect all of the people, who seek prominence and wealth
Learn from leaders of this world, and stack the hand you're dealt 

Your worth and happiness are found by seeking wealth in coin
only a few can take but, all must pay, it's all in the club you join

You sell your smile's for a dollar, and your freedom for your joy 
Fact is your still building monuments for coin collectors to enjoy

Leaders use people in this world, for labor as a remote control toy
push a button, pull the stick, to control each women, man and boy 

Is their similarity, of life and history we've learned from all our books?
This life you've led, was it the plan to leave our children on the hook?

It's said we can learn from our past, to avoid making the same mistake
less intelligence then the ape man, as we teach mistakes not to make

Having the same ideas, of our worth, as when Jesus walked this earth
Do you think the value of our life, is the number of coins we are worth?

Think you've missed the meaning of this journey, ever since your birth?
Our journey is to learn and teach, all the children, not to take the mirth.

In his words, the circle of life is to be followed by heaven, as we all know
with an eternal peace, happiness and joy, without pain, suffering or woe

Instead of chasing coin and following false leaders like herds of sheep
spread destruction and defile the air, sea and land for more coins to heap

Shouldn't we prepare to enter Heavens gate, if this is what we seek?


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MUSIC - HAIKU

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


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Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


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All hail, the misguided soldier, the misguided Hive

All hail,
The brave soldier
Who stands firm
Like the fickle shell of a snail
Before the oncoming foot of titans

All hail,
The brave soldier, 
A ferocious bee
Who strikes his stinger into the enemy
Comforted by fleeting thoughts of heroism
-a safeguarded hive
Thoughts that flit away in the wind
Like windswept Pollen ambushed by desert
-as the bee falls for the cause

All Hail, 
The brave invader
Who fells foe for his country
All hail murderer,
Comforted by a noble cause
Sent out on wings of glory to cut down fanged tigers
Purging threats, safeguarding life
	-the hive
All Hail,
Misguided killer
For all tigers are fanged
All people threats
-All people life

All Hail,
The weary soldier
	-sacrificial lamb
Joined out of a desperate cause
A squalling infant, a taunting belly
And the weary soldier
Gives his sacrifice to the gods of the Hive
And prays for rain.


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Denial

Johnathan, Innsley, Marie, and Paul ---
Tom, Trish, Bea, and Jack:  all of them.
Black, white, asian; Jew, gentile, zen...
Sex, art, love, mores revolved,
entering ever-shallower circles of discovery.
Clear ice cubes clanked on glass;
religion, sex, quality imported Scotch
and Cuba made the rounds.
Conversation calmed, each with his own idea:
the ultimate word.
Fake furs, donned, drifted into oblivion.
Feeling alone, J. C. cleaned up.
From the dulled Johnson's Wax luster
on a genuine Duncan Phyfe table,
his distorted rumpled reflection
stared up at itself.
J. C. looked away, noticed four new white rings,
picked up a soiled Canon towel,
and wiped away three beads of water,
a few ashes, and himself.


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SCATTERED


EMOTIONS BOUNCE IN THE OCEAN
FEELINGS ENCOMPASS THE CRAVE
CREATING WAVES
A SCATTERED MESS
RIPPLES OF DETEST
SCATTERED FEELINGS EVERYWHERE
TEARS FLOW INTO THE SEA REMEMBER ME
SCREAMING WITH TRANSPARENT SMILES ALL THE WHILE 
PLEADING WITH MIXED UP ENERGY MINGLED WITH MISERY
FOR A RIGHT NOW RESCUE
THIS IS AN EMERGENCY OF DEMAGED EMOTIONS
WITH THE NOTION THAT SOMEONE WOULD HAVE THE COGNITIVE TO SEE
THE PAIN THAT CAUSES THIS DISEASE
W3HILE YOUR ANALYZING MY SOUL IS DROWNING
HEAR THE SLIENT COUGHING....
I PLEAD FOR SOMEONE WITH CAPABILITIES
TO HEAL MY ACHING SOUL WITH THE ENORMOUS HOLE
A SCATTERED MESS.....................................


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' As Old As East Of Eden ... (A Cowboy Song) Cowboy Poem # 15


          Tears - Are As Old
         … As East Of Eden

           Pain - Is As Old
         … As East Of Eden

          Woes - Are As Old
         … As East Of Eden …

That’s Why The Cowboy … Rides West
And Disappears, Into The Flaming Sunsets …     ( Gen. 3: 23, 24 )


Details | Ballade | |

Let it come naturally

Let it come naturally

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

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

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

6 August 2013 @ 1300hrs.


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Two seeds

Unimaginable product of two seeds of life.
An incredible fruit of destined sweethearts.
So blessed by the Creator to come to life.
Truly! I am a masterpiece of nature's art.

Fortunate I am to have the chance of a lifetime
to ever walk above the land of the living,
to have a room to behold the sky and the earth
after conceived for awhile in the womb 'till birth.

On the other hand...

Unfortunate for those young defenseless innocents
for they wasn't given a chance by their merciless parents.
These unborn we're unjustly deprived of life in the womb.
Limbo - could be their waiting cradle,straight into the tomb.

You shall not kill. A commandment that was violated.
Conscience, no escape, be prepared to be haunted.
Murder is a crime subjected to punishment.
Every man, think of the last end to face judgment.

Indeed, loss of the sense of sin is the sin of the century.
Prevailing not what ought to be, but 'twas immorality.
What happened to God-given man's rationality?
Seems polluted by worldly toxins, agree?


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Am Zero!

Meet the zero, 
a son of a hero, 
who brashly stormed, 
the Valley of the Dead. 
Knowing no fear, 
throughout these years, 
except those borne, 
by whom he loved and bred. 

Ten years of war, 
which literally tore, 
his anxious brood, 
plus our nation in two. 
Alone with Mom, 
we heard her sob, 
as worries grew, 
for our warrior in blue. 

Four Silver Stars... 
medals won so hard, 
could not replace, 
the terror we had faced. 
We did our part, 
but knew in our hearts, 
we'd lost our grace, 
in these terrible days. 

Triumphs traded, 
our warriors degraded, 
protests for peace, 
took over our streets. 
Offering shame, 
rather than acclaim, 
For men of war, 
who saw such horror. 

Nothing I do, 
could help live up to, 
what these men gave, 
sans pride or parade. 
So don't deride, 
when I say with pride, 
I am zero, 
the son of a hero.


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 | Pantoum | |

God Closed The Door

When God closed the door
At the moment Noah finished the boat
Rain poured from heaven 
The boat began to float

At the moment Noah finished the boat
And the heavens opened their tide
The boat began to float
As people cried and begged outside

And the heavens opened their tide
As Noah's hand were tied
As people cried and begged outside
The boat floated, animal made noises on ride

As Noah's hands were tied
At the closing of the door
The boat floated, animals made noises on ride
When God closed the door

(Based on Genesis 7:16)


Details | Narrative | |

Scotch And Soda

From behind the bar I recall what led me here.
Not to see people fight over spots on a board.
But to bring them togather as friends.
Not drive them apart as enimies.

To see the glass stay full.
And the spirts to bring cheer.
Jokes hold truth.
As the jester I know pain.

Smells of perfume and smoke beautiful eye's
and that invisable desire.
We dance in hope of capturing life.

To embrace in darkness.
The page can never capture the passion
of two lovers spark.

From behind the bar I see life 
for more than what others belive it is.
Jokes comfort as the flirt kisses the ego.

Napkins written with numbers passed encounters
promised.
Some never to know the light of day.

Hungover friends gather whiskey laced 
plessures with a tinge of regret.
But life is one play my friends that no
single act shall we froget.

The drink sit's neat apon the bar.
You can see blindley for years.
And never know who people truley are.

Drinks as people dont last long.
They gleam the same under neon light.
So friends always mix them strong.


Details | Rhyme | |

Butterfly

I believe Butterflies are the buffer
between heaven and earth
Just like the transformation
of a catepillar to a Butterfly
People often experience 
the same kind of rebirth

The Butterfly uses it's wings 
to paint as they fly
Communicating through absract art 
on the canvas of the sky

The flight of the Butterfly
could be determined
by what you have done
The signal sent down 
from the heavens
through the transmission
of the sun

Maybe Butterflies stay around
to keep a close eye
Acting as cab to the afterlife
for when you die


Details | Free verse | |

The Day my Daughters Grow Up

Yesterday
I could see their births as if it was just
Yesterday
A time when all I knew was love 
Yesterday
I’d no thought for tomorrow, just the day
Yesterday
How they changed the world in every way
Yesterday

Little smiles
How they melted this man, their father’s heart
Little girls
How they instantly became a needed part
Little hands
That held tightly to the palm of mine
Little babies
How they’ll always be this man’s sunshine
Little girls

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies I had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

Maybe
They’ll never fall in love with any boy
Maybe
But, then they’ll never learn of all that joy
Maybe 
They’ll wait until they reach old forty two
Maybe
But, that’s a dream that won’t come true
Maybe

But when they grow up
 I’ll be so sad…
My world will then lose 
the babies we had…
I’ll have just the memories 
of their touch…
The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day I will walk them down the aisle
They’ll look at me with that little girl smile
I’ll do everything to hold back the tears
Forced by the memories of all their years

The day my daughters… 
grow up…

One day
When I am old and they come to visit me
One day
I’ll still see them as kids, though with families
One day
Despite age, they’ll always be my little girls
One day
Is every day that I’m alive in this world
One day

The day my daughters… 
grow up…
Is the day, 
I’ll grow up…too


Details | Light Poetry | |

Eyeball on Fifty Something

Despite the wealth of creams applied Old Father Time won't be denied And as that watershed appears I can't complain at fifty years Though just one thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! The years drift by and eyes grow dim The fight to keep the body trim It really is a bitter pill They say from now it's all down hill You'll understand then when I say Just let me throw those specs away! Fountain of youth it runneth dry And sight recedeth in my eye No cup of bounty runneth over No wonder; I'm one more year older And still the thing for which I pray To throw those blessed specs away! But wait, I think I've seen the light Illuminating, out of sight No more my hopes and dreams for nought There is a way if I can sort The thing for which I daily pray: To throw those blessed specs away! Tt's thanks to innovations new I'll soon be known as "Chic Cool Sue” I owe it all to new technology To change my world of Ophthamology So now with certainty I say Just throw those blessed specs away! Today's the day I must be mental Why didn't I opt for sentimental? A Chinese, or a shopping spree I might have missed ‘Buy Get one Free’ But always it was what I'd pray To throw those blessed specs away! What have I done, my friends were right I'm in a mess, I'm numb with fright I had a dream, ‘twas “ Handy Andy" Promising a job just dandy He said "Ill do it cheap today". I’ve changed my mind; the specs can stay. But, No! I've courage I’ll go on I'm not a quitter, I'll be strong I may wake full of blurred confusion Wondering if it's just illusion Or really is that epic day I finally throw my specs away!


Details | Free verse | |

The Terror Of 16th N' Arrowhead

On this night....

Screaming and yelling is all I can hear
I want to get up, But fear reappears
I swiftly close my eyes But can't fall asleep
I hear a series of shots, From across the street
Once again, It's just like before
I rise to my feet , Then drop to the floor
Shaky legs,  And Watery eyes
Praying prayers,  I just want to survive
Bloodstained spots,Yellow tape surrounding
Broken fragments of glass,Who's underneath
The blanket of death
One cough, One whisper,One last little breath
Family and friends so violently wept
Rants of revenge, Are bellowing near
Frightened eyes, shed clouds of tears

Into the night I slip away
But not so quiet return at day
I blankly stare upon the walls
My breath escapes into a fog
A not so quiet day like this
I feel as if I don't exist
It's kind of late into the game, 
But life goes on, Its all the same
A drink or drug could never heal, 
What's happening is still so real, 
You can't imagine how this feels
A broken heart, A wounded soul
Swollen lips, Dead body cold
A second, A day , A breaths taken away
A minute, An hour, A loss of human power
Every month and every week
So many more lives are taken quickly

Is time running out, Are eyes going blind?
Are ears going deaf? Will there be anything left?
My heart's in remission to end it right here
My body's positioned to stand up to fear
Existence is determined, The struggle against defeat
The time is coming up so fast, Into the night I weep
From the moment we arrived,Terror increased
Now is the time for us to pack up and leave
A hard look at our life, Has made us sober
We have no choice but to start over






My family and I lived through nightmare after
nightmare in our old apartments for 3 years
and just 2 years ago, we moved. Thank God 
he made a way out for us to escape safely.


Details | Acrostic | |

Poetry Palace

Prepare your mind for this wondrous place.
Once an ILLUSION, now so much for real,
Exemplary CREATIVITY shows the pace.
Taking chosen words, that more than feel.
Rhymed or unrhymed, states a poetic case.
Yes, INFUSION of styles, seals the deal.

Power of the written word supports fortress.
Amends broken hearts of all EVENTUALLY,
Love flows from lines with little stress.
All the thoughts and feelings rise potentially.
Creating INEVITABLE beauty to possess,
Each new venue of poetic art lives inherently.


written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "POETRY PALACE" 


Details | Free verse | |

SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE


Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days


Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains


Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze


You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale


The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?


Details | Narrative | |

A Moments Reflection

I am empty as the page that sits befor the flustrated poet.
Pain trapped in heart without words to put to pen.
Shaking cold knowing full well my time has passed as swiftly
as train through a midnight so very clear.

The road behind me I can longer recall.
Faces and places shallow as a drying river bed.
Life has taught me to put up wall.

Stolen moments from a welcome barstool.
One of many jesters in this fools 
kingdom I do rule.

The clock of my life grows closer 
to closing time.

When I walk out that door it's left to others to recall.
reflect in the thoose smokey dark corners.
How many of you ever did know me at all.

Thinking of times never had.
Missing friendships that never were.
To fail means at least you did try.
The road never ends so why must I?


Details | Ballade | |

The conversation

The conversation

The three friends, they were talking
The Archer, fish and Bull
They’d all been round a good long time
They had their thoughts, and all
About the rights and wrongs in life
And each had problems too
They’d get together, each of them
And talk, that’s what they’d do

The archer told the wise old fish
I needs be on the move
I have a lot of life to live
That’s just the way I groove
“Now, I’m a dreamer” said the fish
I gain a lot of pleasure
Going right into my self
And seeking souls sweet treasures”

The bull, he said “I like to graze
I’m a sensual kind of being
Oh, I could laze around all day
As all around I’m seeing
The beauty of this crazy world
‘I’m contented, friends, that’s me
I have no need to dream, nor wander
I’m just content to be”

They carried on for some long time
The three friends, did this day
And when the conversation finished
And they each went their way
They all decided that this world
Has many different kinds
And each guy he must be himself
To gain some peace of mind.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Transition and Transcend ... '

      Transition and Transcend
Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin

Whether From Death or Divorce
        Sickness or Sorrow
Change, Yet Stay-On-Course
   Today, Rises To Tomorrow

So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
A Slow-Start, Is Not The End

You May Lose Some Family
A Friend, or Fortune
A Job, or A Journey
Or A Just Right-Opportune

Just – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Move … Just Like The Wind

Either, Climb Up or Go Around
Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground
Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown
Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down …

    So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Life is Hard, I Won’t Pretend
But God’s Helping Hand Will Lend
The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin

The Power and The Will, To Win
Again … Again … Again …  and Again …
And At Each Place … Pray – Amen !
… and Transition and Transcend


Details | Free verse | |

A Friend With Consequences

I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.


Details | Acrostic | |

HUMAN BEINGS

HUMAN BEINGS



Human:
       Hibernated
                Universal  
                            Mind
                               Acquiring 
                                         Nobility

Beings:
       Believing 
                Eternity 
                       Indefinitely 
                                 Nurtures 
                                         Glorious 
                                               Salvation!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
        09  MAY 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Even a Princess Needs Validi

Shapeless clouds upon blue skies
raindrops fall from hazel eyes
mirrors of life have been a let down
as self worth appears in anothers frown

always held to a higher strand
bred exclusively to a name brand
normalcy is far too plain
belonging to poverty and pain

what is life but a facade
when confined within a pod
socially inept, totally afraid
trying to be what God forbade

lonely nights of darkened skies
provide little comfort when she cries
feelings of emptiness rob her sleep
nothing has eyes, not even the sheep....


Details | Rhyme | |

Many Choices Many Voices


During our life... we have many choices. We see a lot of faces and hear many voices. There is a voice... like no other. The words are "sweeter than butter." It's the same voice that calmed the storm in Galilee. It's the voice that offers life abundantly. Please listen to the voice of your saviour today... And really listen to the words he has to say... "Come... follow me... and be born again!" "I'll wash you clean... and take away your sin!" His voice speaks peace to the troubled soul. And speaks joy and love to make you whole. Christ can do it with his blood-cleansing power. He can do it... this very hour! His voice beckons a never ending call. Come to him now... He's worth it all! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Senryu | |

Holiday Frolics

Holiday Frolics
Shoppers walk to tunes;
Mall’s cacophony rings loud,
Santa listens well.


Details | Free verse | |

Under Construction

I am in this world
But, I am not of this world
I walk beside you
But I am not your friend
You greet me warmly
But, you never let me belong
I am just a creature
In the oasis of fairytales

I am as disenchanted with you
As you are with me
But, you need me
And I need you
It’s a destructive cycle
I am a creature
In this oasis of fairytales

I hear the thunder
Within my soul
But, I cannot dance
There’s one you see
Who holds the key
And she’ll never let me out
I am a creature
In this oasis of fairytales



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Details | Rhyme | |

The Ugliness Of Divorce


My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.

I was proud of my parents!  I really was!
And loved them so much…  Just because!

They meant everything to me!  I was proud!
Until one day...  There appeared “a dark cloud.”

It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!

Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.

I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another….  They no longer enjoyed!

How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered

As sin crept in...  And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.

May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!

If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!

If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!

He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | List | |

Archy

Oligarchy - From the Greek, olígos, meaning few,
	hence, those guys over there, with their 
	hands in their garments; They say they'll
	tell everyone what needs to be done.

Monarchy - Mon, variant of man, man being the 
	singular form, i.e. all for that guy. 

Hierarchy - From the Germanic heir, meaning "here"
	the ranking of relative importance, hence,
	where to stand in line to get a turn.

Democracy - From the Greek demos meaning many, and
	cracy, a variant of crazy, thus, many 
	crazy people rule, or in biblical terms, babble.

Ethnarchy - Meaning race, therefore, all those
	people, that all look and act and behave
	the same, tell the rest that they know best.

Anarchy - An, a variant of and, hence, another archy.

Malarkey - Those things that are to be put up
	with from all the other archys (and ocracies).
	
© Goode Guy 2013-06-30


Details | Rhyme | |

The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


Details | Free verse | |

Trial

To the wisest there is no answer
Even as a multitude perplexed
The one whose trouble is their concern
Knowing far less even for himself
Ordinary yet alone and seemingly unparalleled
Perhaps the narcissism talking
The rectitude repair if possible
But no happy cure

Not for this one like a
Substituted sheep upon the altar
Could it not have been an object
Of less potential
Unguided and unsourced, fearing
The before it is too late
Life lived as days not as a whole
Never having had an adequate defense
Against the prosecutor who knoweth all


Details | I do not know? | |

You're my what....?!

           This is not my WORLD.

           You're my WORLD.

           You're my EVERYTHING.

           You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS, 

           You're my THOUGHTS,

           You're my EVERYTHING.
            
           This is not my WORLD.
           You're my WORLD.
                     
          So now.....
                be part of my.....
                                    LOVE.



                  *please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts 
(fav poem if you like)*
                                                  
                                                            -Angel4eva23


Details | Rhyme | |

I aked God, and He answered

As I knelt in prayer the other night, I asked God….
“Why is there so much suffering in the world?”
I believe He answered me and said…

Free will is a fact of life. It can bring you joy or sometimes strife. It’s up to you to make the choice, But if you pray, you’ll hear my voice. I can’t explain, my dear, He said, as I knelt beside my bed. Our lives are NOT a matter of fate. You may CHOOSE hell or the pearly gates. Now my dear, rest your head, And tuck yourself inside your bed. Have no worries, have no fear. Just simply know that I am here! Michelle D. ©6/15/06


Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Ready to Meet Jesus

Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there’ll be A meeting In the air! God’s people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Sonnet | |

Another Sonnet Written at a Coffee House

You sink into the bosom of the chair 
And wonder if I too once sat amidst 
The chattering, white coffee sipping fare— 
The lonely writers ‘pining for a kiss. 

Did I peer out over the porce’lain mug 
And purse my vulgar mouth over the lip 
My eyes a’roll behind my glasses’ fog 
My writer turning phrase and spinning quips? 

Did I curl my toes under my feet 
Threading my fingers ‘round the scolding cup 
My yellow molars grinding to the beat 
Of meds-a-glee and glutt’nous caffeine ups? 

No— 
I didn't’t sit cross-legged and introverted— 
I flipped through glossy pages and consorted.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Brother Needed Prayer

My brother came to me, desperate for prayer! Filled with hopelessness and despair! I reached out to him to begin to pray… But I couldn’t find any words to say! The Holy Spirit began tugging at my heart within… Convicting me of holding on to a “secret sin.” THIS SIN, God told me I must first let go, For this was eating at my soul! My prayer life had been such a mess! I repented! And to God… I confessed! I called out to Jesus’ precious name! Inviting him into my heart to reign! On bended knees before my Lord I began to bow, My prayer was going to be answered… Somehow! The prayer request for my brother Was going to be met! For God has never failed me YET! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Will I Be Tomorrow

Where Will I Be Tomorrow? Where will I be tomorrow? That’s my question! I continue traveling on… Seeking my life's "mission." There are many roads, and journeys to go on. I’m trying to find out, where I really belong. There are many choices of what to do and see… There's both good and bad waiting for me! But, there is a God who called out my name. When I heard his voice... To him, I came! He gave me a promise! A 100% guarantee! He promised to forgive my sins, that I may be free! I will spend today and tomorrow with him! I’m going to take time, and get to know him! I'm here today! I don't know what tomorrow will bring! But I can trust Jesus! To take care of everything! Where will I go? I know where I will be! Spending time with my Lord! For eternity! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WHAT PRICE SAFETY ?

how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?

too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?

most every elected official in most every country in this world 
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?

there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?


Details | I do not know? | |

1st world hypocrisy

We may have won the battle, but they never fought the war.

we are living in a rose tinted nation, 
Trying to live up to our own declarations.
Avoiding participation in our own rehabilitation.
Yet we still choose depression as our safety station.

We surround ourselve with distorted imagery.
Illusions and delusions of how we ought to be.
Fighting for democracy and unrealistic dreams of equality.
yet racism still a well known philosophy.

We place our goals just within our reach.
We use empty books to educate and teach.
We memorise our perfect speech, tick the box 'donate to aid relief'.
Yet obesity is our number one retreat.

We follow the rules on how to behave .
Make notes of what and to whom we gave.
Pray to god and you will be saved, for all our sins he did forgave.
yet a mortgage pays for the tombstone on our grave.

Our eyes have closed in this rose tinted nation.
As the economy rose we sacrificed our identification.
Lost our salvation in the walls of our self built concentration.
And we pity them with their lack of complication.


Details | Free verse | |

The Wait

Why can’t I be whoever I want, wherever and whenever I want to be? Why can’t I live the dreams I painted ahead? Why does everything have to be so complicated, so intricate. Why can’t anything be the way it used to be? Or was it a lie? Was it all just a disguise to the true intentions ahead? Why do these bittersweet memories chase us down hauntingly? Why can’t anything be right? Why is all just a test? A mere experiment; to prove our faith? It is there; our faith. But those days they try to convince us, provoke us, break us, trying to prove there is none. But in the end, we all return to our source; our God, who is there watching, knowing, and casting mercy upon our souls. He is there, forgiving a person in his darkest periods, casting light when all is extinguished. We are here, we are now, but where are we? And where is now? Those shadows bind us to misery, forsake us on hope, extinguish the steps to true guidance, leave us shattered, and apart.
Everything we go through is there, written, and taken thought for, taken note for, watched and analyzed; to truly pay the price.
But again we wonder, and ponder; why? All thy dreams we built in our fragile thoughts, why? Is there not a path powerful enough to build them on?
We breathe, cry, and fall unto the forsaken darkness we refuse to fight more, on a desperate path we lose our light, our sense of direction. We seek help, plead for assistance, and pray to find that person; who will never leave us, never forsake us, who will be there when no one will, on the smile of his we live each day to see, for his benign talks we long to hear. The path we fell upon, he; that person will come to pick us off the ground again and again. That person will never fail us, will lift the vulnerable soul of ours to the road that will carry our dreams eternally, everyday will be a new beginning, his true pure intentions will never end, will never forsake us to life. 
How many times have we lingered in this life to find that person? How many times have we asked; when? When will the time come? When all our lives change, when will all the suffering and tiredness truly conclude? We live each day, although it kills us; for that person, for that life we hoped, prayed, built all our desires on. 
And we wait, we long, eternally for that time.


Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus, I Pray For My Brothers


Jesus, I Pray for My Brothers! Years ago, I suggested to my brothers that we pray. They simply laughed at what I had to say! I thought it would be good to get together... That God's love would bind our hearts forever! Division took place and took the "upper hand." I don't think they'd listen or even understand! Over the many years that just went on by... They never once took the time to say; "hi!" Even though they never once seemed to care. I decided to take some time in deep prayer! It was like they would make fun of what I said. At times, maybe they wished I were "dead." At this time, there's a strong and powerful force That's blowing their lives are way off course! I pray that God's spirit will get a hold of them! And let them now how much he loves them! I pray that God's love will be the glue that binds them! May God's mercy and joy be what finds them! I pray that evil will not find it's way in their home! And they would allow Jesus to rule on their "throne." Even though they tried to cast me off, as a "fool." It's God's words, in their lives, that must rule! Jesus can turn around even the worst situation! By the power of his glory and resurrection! Please, dear lord, bind them forever as won! Bless their home! Their daughters and sons! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Epic | |

Gay Rights

Gay people should get anything any pair want: a house, some cars, some money-making jobs,
the works. I believe in gay rights because when I see gay people, all I'm seeing are
people; normal people just like any other American. What's so great about gay people (gay
and lesbian couples) is that they're open minded unlike the ones who are judgmental. And
since I have no problems having gay friends, I guess that makes me a supporter of gay
rights. Some of them are against same-sex marriages, but some of us aren't. The other
greatest part of supporting gay rights is that I will have been a supporter of the Lesbian
Gay Bisexual and/or Transgender (LGBT) community, as well. I want to say that these bad
people really shouldn't just judge these people because of their sexual orientation, but
under no circumstances are they ever allowed to violate the rights of all same-sex
couples, just because the guys are gay and the women are lesbians. I'm for gay rights;
these people should also be for gay rights. If these bad people have a problem with gay
people, that's their problem, not ours. And if all gay people are going to get into the
work force,get into real estate, and/or whatever,  then by all means, let them stay. Gay
rights forever! Let's be open-minded for all.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








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The Complainer

They wake up emotionless every morning, guess who,
You don't speak to them until spoken to,
Your right, The Complainer Boo.

Their always right even when wrong, guess who,
that one across the table criticizing you,
your right ,The Complainer Boo.

Nothing pleases them at least for long, guess who,
boredom sets in and the world is wrong,
your right, The Complainer Boo.

Don't think you can change them it will never work,
Just consider your life has a little Quirk....


Details | Lyric | |

Last Night This Canalbank Was Home

Last night, this canal bank was home
I see the tossed newspapers blow
And a solitary brown blanket lie
Where not all that long ago
Someone slept... but they were not camping
This was home last night
And, as I approach the bridge
I see him sitting there... on my right...

Hes old and weezened, lights a cigarette
Or at least his best to do so he does try...
And I ever the Christian full of compassion
Keep my distance and hurry by.


Details | Free verse | |

I am Angry You See

(The voice of a Native American)

I am Angry You See

I am angry you see
Do I not have a right to be?

You and your kind took everything from me
Before you came my people were free
You took my home, my food, 
Finally you took my land
I will never understand
You made up reasons to kill
Your ruthlessness to fulfill

I’m Angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?

As General:

You led soldiers in battle
You treated men like cattle
While you sat upon a horse
You had no remorse
You watched your soldiers die
You didn’t even cry
 
I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?


Your soldiers killed our braves
But this  wasnot enough for you
You did what was a common to do
You raided our camps, killing the wise
With no reason my people you despise
Our homes you ravaged
And you called us the savage

I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?

Years have come and gone since those days
You have not changed your warring ways
You seek land not your own
This bountiful land you have abused and overgrown
I watch you from the Happy Hunting ground where I now reside
I see floods and tragedies your treachery provides

I am angry you see
Do I not have the right to be?



Details | Lyric | |

Blinded

Branded, like a cigarette
crushing flesh to the bone
paralysed by fear
though you struggle on your own
your ego 's got you wary
while your mind's in control
shut empty and on edge
Oh Down you go

No formal introduction
to a girl without a face
arms stretched out wide
consoles me with her grace
she says, she's got the answer
to any kind of pain
medicated love
pyrotechnics for the flame

Guess i am
your muse my friend
oh Yes I am
she says ... 


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June Bugs

It’s dusk in Texas in May 
Keeping the June Bugs at bay 
Citronella works in a way 
Creepy-crawlies more dense in the day 

Reading Kafka but only halfway 
Focus not with it today 
As the candle attracts other array 
Wish they’d get out of the way 

Reflecting on what I have done 
"Metamorphosis" not accession 
Possibly carved out more than a pun 
For others to enjoy modest fun 

Glad not to have invented the gun 
Or to have met Attila the Hun 
Had my short day in the sun 
Did nothing to force me to run 

Still have more than a quarter 
And weary of being a boarder 
Must get out from the eye of my warder 
Honestly don’t wish to court her 

My first stint here close to the border 
And my stay getting shorter and shorter 
Too many creatures for sorter 
There I will find a "Castle" of High Order


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Cook Out

Shopping day today and my supplies are low.
I plan on inviting everyone to a cook out
so I better make a list of what I will need.
I will need tolerance – sure I have some, but
there will be many showing up and I doubt
they will bring their own – for my crowd
will be many and varied.
Humor, humor, humor. I had better stock
up on that. If these people don’t
just get over themselves
and learn to take a joke, then I’m afraid
they are in for lots of very preventable aggravation.
Common sense. Now, I know it’s not
the most sought out hors d oeuvre , but
it is the most important. If more people would
help themselves to generous helpings of
common sense,
I do believe things would be much easier.
Some charm, civility, manners – good God, yes –
intelligence wouldn’t hurt, and we could
have us a real good time.
Unfortunately,
most people like to pig out on the
jealousy, envy, pride, prejudice on the 
other tables. Scoop me some helpings of 
rudeness, guile, back stabbing and pity while
you’re at it. 
But, not at my cook out. 
You only get served tolerance, humor, common sense,
charm, civility, manners, intelligence …
Come join me, but be prepared to join in. 


Details | Lyric | |

LSD

Dumb little boy what happened to You?
A father, a mother, we're through.
Brightly coloured feathers, spread and you flew.
Dumb little boy what happened to you?
Crashed! 
Queer? 
I near.
Sat here, sat here.
We sat, drinking dads warm beer.
Dumb little boy your feathers are gone.
WASTED!
LSD on your toungue.
Obliterated! obliterated! 
Wasted! wasted!
Dumb little boy, your brain is fried.
Perfectly twisted.
Now, lets peak inside.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why is it?

Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, 

But really they are preparing you for more school?

Who knows?

That has always been on mind for the past few days.

*comment if you know why or if you have any ideas*




                                        -angel4eva23


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be


I’m Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be! I remember reading the Bible to my son. But what a mess, my life has become! My children told me, they were proud of their dad! Now they say they’re embarrassed and sad. I once lived a Godly life! I really did! Just look at me now! And how I live! Things in life I once called wrong and sin. Are now causing me to stumble again. God's word I had loved! Jesus was my treasure! I "traded my soul" for what gives me "pleasure." I’m not the kind of father that I need to be! What kind of example will my family find in me? Will I grow stubborn to God as I age? Replacing his peace, for anger and rage? I need Jesus to bring peace to my troubled soul! I ask YOU Lord to make me clean and whole. Restore unto me the joy of my salvation. By your blood, make me a new creation. Words alone cannot truly express… This family God's given to me. I am so blessed! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Terza Rima | |

Sweet and Simple

My yoke is easy, burden light.
Our Savior said to mankind herd.
That God who walked with humble might.
 
By multitudes his truths were heard. 
My Lord, who died upon the tree,
Those words to some might seem absurd.
 
Eternal love, life’s’ mystery,
The purest son God ever saw.
He came to earth to set man free!

He lived his life without one flaw.
He pleas for us despite our sin,
His sacrifice binds heaven’s law.

But Satan’s works can make souls spin.
Alone a man can die in strife.
The meek and lowly learn to win.

They show God’s way until it’s rife.
And give up labors meant for wealth.
Each step they choose designs their life.

A simple path imbued with health.
As boldness bound to love proves great.
For might of meekness holds no stealth.

The path to rest is laid out straight.
The meek and lowly find the way.
When, greedy labors dissipate.

The rest he taught wins heaven’s stay.

ã June 21, 2013
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | I do not know? | |

An American Hoax

Give me your poor and downtrodden,
‘Cause they don’t ever vote.
Cast your ballots in late fall or winter.
For those without a coat,

Set up precincts to far to walk,
For those without a car,
And ask for ID at the door,
For those without a card,

Make healthcare an issue,
For those who are too sick,
And fool the elderly,
Into making the wrong pick,

And should the race for power,
Ever become too short,
They reset the districts,
Or settle it in a court,

Voting in America,
Is now a big joke,
As poor and middle class,
Fall for the hoax,

Now wouldn’t it be great,
If all of us counted,
If we all had a voice,
Which wasn’t discounted,

Torn is the American dream,
In our land of liberty,
We need a new vision,
And we need a new dream,

One where we all count,
Where we all are heard,
Why can’t we wise up,
And why can’t we learn,

Too long have we been idle,
Its time we spoke up,
The rich are our rivals,
Its time we woke up,

So when they cast ballots,
And you’re nowhere to be found,
Watch as the powers trample,
Your rights into the ground,

If the lives of your children,
Can’t make you react,
Then you can watch them die,
And come home in a sack,

If the lives of your parents,
Can’t bring you to action,
Then watch them eat dogfood,
Or other poor rations,

If the lives of the poor,
Don’t interest you,
Then watch the crime lords,
Grow in power too,

If the lives of your family,
Can’t make you vote,
Then watch them get poorer,
In next Tuesday’s hoax.


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The Human Being : Object of lust

Tear away her skin, her bones,
Watch her curves move through...her tones
explore her body curiouser... and curiouser....
Sandwich her, squeeze her till her blood flows...
Let your sperms kill her, drown her in her woes.

Afterwards tell her how unattractive she is, how you hate her, loathe her, the mother of
your kids.
challenge her, walk away, leave her to lick her wounds.
Tell yourself its okay, this is what she chose!

Lie to her, abandon her and consume her soul,
Tell yourself its okay one day she will feel whole!

Trample her crush her... tell her how she is all wrong.
Tell yourself its okay she wont last for long.

Push her away till she falls over the edge...
But she will always come back.... for its your daughter she bred!


Details | Rhyme | |

Begin to Live

Knowing his plan and staying on course, You’ll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You’ll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they’re done well, there’s no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you’ll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There’s nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He’s with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we’ve come to know Him. Never doubt He’s always there! Forever and ever you’re in His care. As you walk through life, you’ll shine His glow. You’ll share it with others and they’ll come to know. The beauty of love that’s only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live.
Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Headed Sally

She wanted to keep a level head.
But Sally had hair that was quite red.
Her temper flared at the drop of a dime.
She tried to keep it in check each time.

Did all that she could to remain cool.
But a temper tantrum was the rule.
Blaming it all on her red hair.
Believing the hype that brought her there.

Morning,noon,and night she fought
with all around her and then she thought
why can't I simply get along
with everyone,this fighting's wrong!

So Sally began to change her ways.
Then her life saw much better days.
Like a racecar driver who wins the race
Sally put on a joyful face!

By Deb Wilson


for David Williams contest"Palindrome mad"


list of words: level,noon,did,racecar





Details | Rhyme | |

It Almost Seems LIke Yesterday


It Almost Seems Like Yesterday… It almost seems like yesterday, I was very young. I was playing with my friends and having so much fun! It almost seems like yesterday, we were a loving family! I was excited about life and so very content and happy! It almost seems like yesterday, we were at church on Sunday! How much I dreaded gong to school the next Monday! It almost seems like yesterday, I’d go to work with grandpa! I’d look forward to having some time with grandma! It almost seems like yesterday, I’d read my Bible too! I loved Jesus! And this was what I waned to do! It almost seems like yesterday, an excitement was there! A passion for my family and God, I wanted to share! It almost seems like yesterday, that I met my sweet wife. And the blessing she’s been for a good part of my life! It almost seems like yesterday, when our kids were born. God helped us through the many trials and storms! What happened yesterday brings memories loud and clear. The things I hold on to today shall one day disappear! What happens today… May it bring me to the God I once knew! May I seek his will and direction In everything I do! What happens tomorrow… I don’t know what the future brings! I’m going to put my faith in God. He’ll take care of everything! What will happen today, is that I’ll take some time in prayer! I know that God is faithful! And will meet me there! Yesterday is the past!. Today is a present God has given! And I will follow him, each day I'm livin'! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

My Brother Needs Prayer

I Have A Brother That Needs Prayer!

I have a brother that really needs prayer!
When it comes to God, he doesn’t care!

He’s living a life by his own set of rules.
And thinks Christians are a bunch of “fools.”

The only thing that seems important to him…
Are the things in life that are close to him.

Wandering down a path that he chooses…
The one he’s chosen… It’s him that looses!

Please, dear Jesus, keep him in your care!
Wherever he goes…  I know you are there!

You are the one that my brother needs to come to!
No matter the false “dreams” he may run into!

Please dear Lord…  Protect from all harm!
May he seek the strength of your loving arms!

May your voice beckon the master’s call!
He really does need YOU after all!

By Jim Pemberton   




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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Parachutes,safety nets,souls,or hope

Love is whispered and not forgotten
If this be so
I deaf to soft lipped invitations seek no thought of hope
I of no past collection hold thought
To forget is gruesome and beautiful

My eyes, swift allies in my war of world tell no lies

Silent in the 4 walled chalkboard blue
Shakespearean mad men twist their tongues with words of bland hue

I believe the concept of Ugliness is more profound than that of beauty
Dreams of my bladed face fill up behind my eyes...scratching my mind

Nothing goes SURPRISE! anymore
To love and lose is not the exciting protagonist to never having lost love

the optimists run in circles
pretenders of despair hunt themselves

Every street is Desolation row and my window is covered with blood

Nothing comforts anything
No advice

....just surprises


Details | Lyric | |

The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.



My Dear World,

Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily 
and with ruth.



Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Linda Marie & Tasty Soup ... '

Linda Marie … You Are Good For The Soup
Your Words, How Wisely They Troup
Across The Written Page, We Read
Knowing Each Word, is Heartfelt, Indeed

So Original The Thoughts, from Your Head
They’re Tasty, like Jam On Light Buttered-Bread
So Sincere, We Cannot Help, But Hear
I Am Glad, That You Alighted, Right Here

You’ve Got A Breath Of Mountain-Mist About You
And Your Unique, Technique, Talks So True
All In All, Linda Marie, You Have A Loving Soul
And It Shows, In Your Discerning Words of Gold

Your Poems, Share Sweetness and Grace
Your Voice, Has Definitely Found A Place
At The Table Here, Keep Serving Soup
A Warm Dish and Wishes, Added To The Group


For:  Linda Marie, Tho’ You’re Still Sorta New Kiddo
Welcome To The Block-Busters (Mental-Blocks, That Is) - smile … 
(I Really Do Enjoy Your Writes)

                          Your Poet-Sis,

                             MoonBee


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Stolen Hearts

Cold, callus, crying, shivering,
and covered in sweat.
Wondering what has happened.
Not yet understanding this fate I’ve met.

What of a guy that stumbled around,
just trying his hardest to show he’d been found,
after all he had just been purchased
from the human pound.


That promise to you.
Man I broke it.
I told you Id stop,
and for a time I did,
but that stuff two blocks away,
my will power just wasn't work-n.
My wrist watch again broken.
Always from the look on my face,
you could tell Id been smoke-n.


You tried.
You tried so hard,
but the mind wasn’t mine.
only a shell of what used to be,
all of me you were trying to find,
and I didn’t get this till my alone time.


I was pushing.
You were pulling.
Then it all pushed you away.
It was all down hill from here,
so naturally you couldn’t stay.


I sit here so sad
for the way you must of felt.
Let alone how you dealt.
Ill never understand how I could do this to you.
You're so prefect,
even your aura dances in ambient light.
You’re the best friend I could of had,
and that leaves me really mad,
that the rest of the world
may never know what we had.

The thing is I know now,
that you loving me.
This really was Much more,
than I loving you.

~Ha,Turned around this insecurity was always mine.~


Details | Free verse | |

Pills

Now when I was a young man 
I didn’t need pills everything worked
I wasn’t a fan 

But now that I'm old 
I need pills everyday 
One to lower my blood pressure 
Another to keep the cholesterol away 

Now I have a new one 
To keep my mind straight 
And because of this 
I can’t ejaculate 

It’s good for an old man to stay hard for so long 
But even for that 
I need a pill for that schlong

I wonder whats next in the pill world for me 
Maybe a pill 
So I can pee 

They gave me holder to keep my pills all arranged 
But keeping them straight 
Is making me deranged 

I need a pill to tell me what pill and when 
Because for the life of me 
I forget now and then 

I can’t tell the difference between the colors of each  
If I take the wrong one 
I have a hard on and no speech 

Now all these little pills 
Cost a pile of bills 
Which causes me 
Lots of stress and ill 

No more pills thank you 
I’ve had my fill 

Eric (and always will be)  
 


Details | Blank verse | |

NOW

The leaf right under the streetlight knows
The car window taped up again and again knows
The width of the deserted road sweats in the drizzle but knows
The drunken feet have assessed
The incline
The height of the sidewalk
They walk like they own
Or are possessed
They will not rest
The mind has conquered its devils
Is conquered and vanquished
Ogres from the past march hand in hand
Leaders with Alzheimer’s take the band stand
In the morning sun
Absolute silence reigns
In this autistic world
The only drums are the ones I can hear
The only shrieks are mine
Echoes from Mount Diablo
We sing odes to lullabies
That will sleep us through life


Details | Monoku | |

Precious Gems

Precious gems are the moments ~ youth spends so frivolously.

TLH   ©   07-20-2012


Details | Couplet | |

Valentine Romance

Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. 
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. 
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made. 
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH  HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. 
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. 
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?


Details | I do not know? | |

Controversy in color

Roses aren't always red....
Violets are sometimes blue....
Flowers, like people come in many colors too...
The complexity is so beautiful but the controversy can be so taboo...
But to debate on GOD'S creations is something man just shouldn't do....
So enjoy life,s arrangements of color, from the flowers to the people and all the rest of the world  too..


Details | Verse | |

Our Dream

We lay here,
alone with our thoughts,
together,
forever,
side by side throughout our life,
that is what we dream…


Details | Verse | |

The Paparazzi Quinzaine

<                                   paparazzi candid shots
                                     privacy act ruined ?
                                     big nuisance ?
                                     
                                     


Details | Free verse | |

If We Were Back

Where once we laughed, bent over our middles,
pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful
“Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the silent beach?

Rustles of sand at my window as you walk off
hands in your pockets after our gazes met one last time
as you checked I remained alive and you had no duty

to fill any more. How could the sand slither so
beneath our feet, like an upturned timer wiping clean
wiping, wiping away our faces, our moisture,

until only the rollers were brave enough to face
me and the sand and the laughter and the quiet
and what had passed away never to return again.

Never the same river or ocean or hands awaiting
the clock of our unmaking until your rueful smile 
no longer smirks at the me that was never there
in your dreaming, and I am made who I am again. Real.

Sheri Fresonke Harper


Details | Monorhyme | |

Human Fleshlings

Human Fleshlings
Imperfect flesh
Fantasy perfection

Love is all we need
Yet all we want is greed

We seek perfection to plant our seed
We expect them to follow our lead

We’re full of sin
How can we expect to win?


Details | Sonnet | |

Kamikaze Khristmas

I was shaken, my jingle bells taken, ornaments on a runaway corporate sleigh
It had nitrous oxide, investors selling so high, stuffing stockings with my pay
There were elves with cleavage, garters and high heels, twirling on candy canes
And then there was Santa, 10,000 I fathom, having a Bud and watching the game

Oh what have I done, my mistletoe belt buckle undone, clutching a coupon in pain
From my confusion arose, a few sticky ho ho’s, caroling Christmas has come again
Frozen my chatter, this rooftop never fatter, held hostage by a holiday of cheer
Building superstores for a thrill, reindeer on the grill, our 24 hour savior is here

I threw open the door, red tagged a commercial whore, a price check I was needing
Not to my surprise, this place had supersize fries, and just a hint of insider breeding
Cross-eyed speaking, restroom reeking, why the see-through thong with the GPS
Kamikaze carts diving, my crippled heels crying, damn you people for having sex

Bruised and battered, a world raptured, by a fat man with a bulging sack
Barbies with inflatable boobies, Hentai movies, Christ please hurry back


Details | Rhyme | |

We The Lost People

Our government says were incompetent –
our weapons they must take.
The 2nd Amendment no longer applies,
life, liberty and the pursuit happiness
is now at stake.

Our forefathers were merely mistaken –
this Constitution they’ve drafted in vain.
So they tear it apart piece by piece,
as We The People watch with disdain.

Your opinion doesn’t matter here –
Freedom of Speech belongs to them,
to a perverse, corrupted society,
too ignorant to see their condemned.

The Bill of Rights once ever so protected –
the Ten Commandments in every courtroom,
both now are strictly an abomination,
to this Godless Country in doom.

Take heed to their acts of subtle changes –
to their intensive need to change our creed,
People! It’s not about protecting us!
It’s about control, domination and greed!


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Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless 
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
bare.
skimmin’ 
	skippin’ 
		scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical 
warfare.

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 
lit 
missile. 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”


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What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


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An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


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Binge and Purge

Musta lost five pounds today
hunger hurts
but I suffer anyway
stomach shrinks 
along with guilt
hope this improves 
the way I'm built


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They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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In League with Others

I am in league with the roses,
Petals askew in a scarlet conspiracy

Oh I am in league with the roses,
Swaying along in this lover’s confederacy;

I’m in league with the devils,
A mob together raging alight

I’m in league with the devils,
Our very breaths fanning our damned plight;

And with the clouds I have marched abreast,
Bringing storm and heavens in tow

For amongst the clouds I have marched abreast, 
Purpose seeded in the sky to grow;

I am a hire sword in league with grander designs,
Through all of which I am never prone

Yes, I am a hireling in league with foreign designs,
Happy that I am never still to stand alone.
 


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What About Us?


My father worked the plant as
his father befor.
We worked until are hands bleed and
are backs were sore.

History we made and many fine men spent there lives 
in this very place.
Founded the union.
we are the backbone not a copperate 
face.

Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye
catching the first outta town bus.
They saved there over payed asses 
but what about us.

The working class people who gave there 
sweat and tears.
A town inwhich the factory was built.
Old and young share bitter reflections over
stories passed down through the years.

More than jobs left with the closing 
of the factorys doors.
Pain echos from broken souls.
it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors.

Years of memories gone without a 
fuss.
They crunch numbers but were people.
You saved a billion but a whole town
ask's what about us?


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Caribbean You

More than a vacation, a vocation
In the field of tranquility you
Search the Caribbean blue
Sensation or mental refuge

White sandy beaches wet
Peaches in drinks collect
Making the experience perfectly
Sweet, worthy as a bodily

Treat. Club nights, escapes
In lantern light vases
Erases memories of work
And the Jerk in Apartment

24B. you are lovely, true
Disconnection from Kansas
Dorothy, pitchfork my ass!
And to heck with Toto too, I like cats,

Bat-monkey bellhops serving champagne 
On balcony restaurants under starry
Safari-scene coca bean cabanas. 
Your hammock sways, snapping

Shirt stays as rays of sunlight brook
Your book and cook toes
That glow from wearing
Black shoes. No swearing,

Sweating, connecting flights
To sit here and there, eating
On the go in slow traffic, lights
And horns blearing in through

Hotel windows. Without AC
You see a sea on your desk
In your messed up cluster
Schmuck of yucky tapestry

Adorning cubical rat
Mazes. In code and number
Each node and blunder, busses
Screeching breaks on lakes
Of concrete. meat sickles
Tickle the fancy of Metro
Nancy’s claiming amnesty
From male mannerisms

As aneurisms claim hardy
Workaholic espresso toting
Suits late for some meeting.

Welcome to Pleasure Island

Were your wildest dreams 
Are you, making love to 
Models, crack dealing to stay
Away from the hustle, bustle, bubble

Muscle-man tan left sleeve down world.
Colors brilliantly hue the rising
Set down let down, it all really is
A biz of romance looking askance

At boom box beats from street
Thugs in Timberland boots
That choose to use time
As a crime enterprise

Of lies. But you aren’t there
You’re there in bikini underwear
On the water in your Caribbean
You picture frame from a last

Trip that wasn’t drug induced :)


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Where have you Gone America Newly Revised

This a revised and updated edition of a poem I recently wrote and posted.  I'm interested in your comments, especially if your read the previous version.  Thank you for reading and providing your honest opinion(s).   

Where have you gone America, where have you been?
Where are the places I used to roam
Long ago with family and friends?
Where are your steeples and spires pointing 
Upward, skyward bound?  Are they still there
Where I last left them 
Back in my home town?  God fearing people 
And places, filled with traces of 
Humanities hopes and dreams; 
Sky scrapers, chance takers, 
Sweet Land of Liberty.   
And I hope you haven’t lost the grandeur
Of the Rocky Mountain Range; 
The Blue Ridge, Black Hills, Sierra Nevada, 
And Northern Cascades.
Are your wonderfully winding rivers still running
And forest trees growing tall
Like the pioneer days   
Before the Pilgrims came to call? 
Do your hearts still yearn 
For what might be earned 
Through the sweat of the brow and tears?
Do people still sing and dance by the moon
Because freedom’s still free so I here?  Some fear 
You may be falling
From the crow’s nest where you’ve been 
While the waves are growing stronger
And you’re losing too many old friends.   
While I still wave “Old Glory”
In these hurricane like gales, 
‘Cause I’ve seen other places 
And many sad faces  
Where everybody fails.  
Where life is pathetic, miserable, vile;
Without freedom of expressing 
Barely a thought worthwhile.     
Not that you don’t have a few
Stones in need of shining;
You’ve made some mistakes 
But it’s still not too late; 
Changing course is a matter of timing.  I believe
In you America, you’re
The cradle, bosom and grave 
Of all that I am and will ever be
In you, my heart still craves.  
Though some may vehemently disagree 
The right to do so sets them free
Paid for by the last full measure
Of friends and lovers, sons and daughters,
Fathers, Brothers in Arms,   
Souls unraveled from earthly travels, America
You’re a long, long way from gone.  
From my view and this direction
This reflection from the glass;
Half full instead of empty,
Troubles always pass.  Sooner or later
Come what may the pendulum always shifts;
Left and right, day and night, America,
You’re still the world’s greatest gift.  

 


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If You Were

If you were a penny, I’d keep you in my front pocket every day.
I’d shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away.
If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you’d stay.
I’d shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray.

If you were a novel, I’d place you at the very front of the shelf,
I’d tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself.
If you were as free as a butterfly, I’d cup you within my hands.
I’d whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands.

If you were a painting, I’d pose you directly over so all could see,
I’d dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me.
If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined.
I’d scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find.

If you were a flower, I’d pluck the petals of bane from your life,
I’d water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife.
If you were an eagle, I’d admire your rare beauty from above,
I’d watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you,
my heart, my soul and love.


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Poetic Shoes Blues

Sometimes we need a kind ear bent.
So all our troubles, we can vent.
Our hearts get heavy in this life.
It's kind of you to share the strife.

I hope you bear this cross in mind.
Your kind regards, I hope to find.


For Judy Konos contest Put yourself in the readers shoes.


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My FAVORITE Classic TV Show


My Favorite Classic T.V. Show A classic t.v. show that I thought was fun and silly. Was one I watched as a child: “The Beverly Hillbillies.” There was Jed. Granny. Jethro and Elly May too. You just didn’t know what these folks were going to do! Granny would offer possum pie or some “vittles.” There was no tellin’ what she was fixin’ in her griddle! This family would “dance a jig.” Or even “sing a song. And then they would all gather around “the cement pond.” It didn’t seem to matter what was served on the dinner plate. Ole Jethro would never get full. No matter how much he ate! Elly loved to have her many animals in the home. No matter where she went. She was never alone! This Clampett family brought joy through our t.v. I still watch this show. But just occasionally. This classic show is from a time in the past. But it still brings good memories that will always last! By Jim Pemberton "The Beverly Hillbillies"


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I'm so Thankful For My Father

Lord…  I’m Thankful For My Dad!

Lord, during this special day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!

He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!

I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”

As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!

I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life 
was looking “awful!”

He was there to give support
 the best he could.
Trying to help the best way
 he understood.

I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!

“My father is one in a million.”
 Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
 I have received!

May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!

Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
 and blessed!

By Jim Pemberton


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Stuck In The Struggle

Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle
And I forget that this life is real,
Full of real love,
Full of real people,
Full of real strength,
Full of real faith.
Look around
Because this is real.
Welcome to reality;
This is God's amazing life!


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Dialogue Between the Little Miss and the Angel Prince

The Little Miss:

kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above

The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:

"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world

"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...


"...to love and hold each other above"

Written by Elaine and Armando


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life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


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A Box of Hope and Dreams

I keep my dreams and aspirations,
stored away neatly in this box.
Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon,
secured tightly with key and lock.

And every time I feel like a failure,
I open it, so I can again feel alive.
Arms of dreams tightly surround me,
giving me strength I need to survive.

I’ve hidden this box in a secret place,
where I’m the only who can see.
A beautiful box of hopes and dreams,
finely sewn with love at the seams.

This box is opened quite frequently,
especially when we’re apart –
this rhetorical box of memories,
in perfect synch with each beat of my heart


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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Money Hungry

People label others "money hungry"
when they demand what they have worked
for, unsavory characters have a way of turning
earned salaries into an ugly metaphor,

Money Hungry is best described when one
has a penchant to consume dollar bills,
for nutritional values or thrills,

The rich can be misconstrued as being
money hungry, for each deal they conduct
it requires money deliveries,

They only do philanthropic work for free,
and they too still demand a salary,
Therefore, if one is not craving money
for dietary requirements, then to call
them "money hungry" is pure nonsense.


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Chance

Chance

By BJ Welsh

With life and living we take our chance
Nodding in agreement to a furtive glance
Waking up each day is a chance we take
That life will deliver us for Heaven’s sake
We awake each sunrise with a hope reborn
Chance seeing an other suffer and torn

It’s one other’s life you see at a glance
Hoping for approval, it’s but a chance
The life you witness as others pass
The pain inside may subside, alas
Hoping to see one as you
The chance you take to find two

Running out of time the clock is ticking
Chance there are others whose lives aren’t clicking
Great as that may be, the chance you’re all alone rises
Furtive glances from beneath disguises
Chance that hiding the pain and hurt won’t last
The agony you feel will not be fast

Chance you soon become discovered
In your waking hours its’ uncovered
You’ve lived a life of hurt and pain
 The chance you’ve taken may have been in vain 




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A New Year Reflection

Partys for couples new lovers and just friends.
Music to fill the night the streets of New york 
breath life to old flames keeping even jaded souls warm.

The lonley gather round the TV.
sharing a glimpse at something we all yern to have.
And from the up high the streets seem magic tonight.

the soudtrack of the night will echo
into are hungover minds with a painful yet happy reminder 
of last nights celebration.

Late night lovers will smile and go there awkward ways.
So many acts in so many different plays.
creeping back to are corners in lastnights suit and tie.
Tight little black dress kiss worn lips 
acting happier than two kids ragged in need of a shave
you with hair in a mess.

And for friends that gather to relive not so real 
past glory.
The pages are left to the writter.
To add to lastnights not so original story.

As the barflys gather to battle another unsober day.
I watch this first new day anew.
Take a sip from my flask and thank the lord 
for one more year with you.

And tonight I say to you all raise that glass.
kiss that stranger you know so well.
Laugh love and live.
And thank whomever ya choose weve made it through another
year to tell.


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The suicidal girl and the mean guy

Why tell people in advance?
Do you want them to feel guilt?
For not loving you, listening to you?
Why hurt them? Revenge?
Yes, the world has hurt you,
It can be cold and mean.
So you do have the power
to make a lot of people feel guilt.
You want to leave the world, hurting people?

So you weren’t loved as a child, 
a lot of us weren’t. When you grow up
you learn it is not about others loving us,
it is about the love we give others.
You cant make the world love you, 
but you can bring love into the world. 
That’s why you have a heart. 

Every major religion agrees suicide is bad for the soul
In the west, we call it purgatory,
you sit alone, in a dark place, and feel,
you feel guilt, shame, hurt, and loss.
God isn’t there, the angels aren’t there
It’s more alone than you are now,
feeling 1000 times worst,
and the only thing you can do is feel it,
go into the emotions and purge them
until you are capable of loving again,
giving love to others, that is.
Only, then can you even be near an angel or god.
A soul with no love, cannot even be in God’s presence.
That is why purgatory exists, to purify a soul of its selfishness

Here is your cure, 
Go help some people worse off than you.
Look into their eyes, feel their suffering,
share theirs with them, listen to their pain,
radiate love to them, be quiet and listen
As you give to them, you heal.....

Write poems of how you feel, 
your life experiences, stop writing suicide stuff...
Take your pain and put it into the art,
go deep, make yourself cry. 
If the poem doesn’t hurt you, it’s not deep enough. 
Write some on beauty that make you feel it..

Pray for the planet and all the people in pain
Imagine your heart glowing love, healing it all.

Forgive everyone that has hurt you.
Anger will burn a hole in your heart. 

Face your fears, go out in the world
heal it, make it a better place

This is your mission here..............


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Let Love Fly

Let love fly
-
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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City Bus (Cinquain)

This bus
Carries mixed thoughts
The thinking zone on wheels
No talking, only wild thoughts
That’s us

© Jonathan, 4/6/08


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I've Found Everything I Need In Jesus


I’ve found a satisfaction in Jesus, I could never find!
His love has brought strength
and healing to my mind!

I’ve found a peace in knowing Jesus
 I never had before!
He’s taken away all of my burdens
 and so much more!

I’ve found a friend in Jesus, I didn’t think could exist!
Wherever I am or go….  
His presence is in my midst!

I’ve found in Jesus, a wonderful grace and sweetness!
His spirit has brought to my life
total completeness!

I’ve found a love in Jesus,
 that is truly worth sharing!
He is so patient and merciful
 and always caring!

I’ve found power in the words he’s spoken to me!
He’s removed the chains of bondage.  I am set free!

I hope that you’ll find this same Jesus that I know!
He brings everlasting love, that’ll 
minster to your soul!

I give you Jesus!  The precious son of God is he!
He invites you to be with him for all eternity!

I bless his name! And give him a heart
 of thanksgiving!
In him, I’ve found a brand
 new way of living!

By Jim Pemberton


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Ode to A Healthy Prisoner

Just breathe in the clarity
Clarity of the whole
Whole or negativity
Negativity eating your soul

Head for tomorrow
Tomorrow always waits
Waits for enlightenment
Enlightenment heals mistakes

You are where you’ve put yourself
Your “SELF” now reminds you of shame
Shame brought on by acting out thoughts
Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain

Give yourself an apology
An Apology you deserve to have
Have some faith in your timing
Timing bleeds wisdom in man 

Bless your self and live righteous
Righteous spirits rise above 
Above all if you are kind
Kind souls conquer hate with love

Poetry brings torment to a halt
Halt all your never-ending thoughts
Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding
Hiding light inside divine spots

So please write down your own deep thoughts
Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap
Trap your life up in your cell  all alone
Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~



please don't be offended by the last line~ 
I felt it was necessary to get my point across~


Details | Dizain | |

One Kind Word

.


Scattered seeds of a thoughtful word Though the sowing may seem in vain When fearing kindness goes unheard With no condition left to gain Gentle words may fall like the rain Upon a vacant lot they grow Will they bloom? We may never know… Yet worth pure gold, if given chance To grow strong roots, to spread, to hold To change the world, on passing glance
.................................


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No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


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A MISTAKE IS A LEARNING EXPERIENCE

Today many foolish folks walk and talk perfectly
as famous movie stars,
and their speech must sound like the gentry;
refined manners count as a distinctive flair, 
to them error is not permitted...
it's unthinkable and unacceptable!
But only humble people admit,
 " A mistake is a learning experience! "


What's wrong in admitting your guilt and regret?
Besides God...who's impeccable?
Find one like Him! Admit error as I have...
not once, twice but many times!
Can the flawless ones, 
who have never missed a step,
be considered a pillar of strength 
anyone can truly lean on?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Graver Wound At North's Wall

I've buried fifty hearts,
my tears within
...become the flood
to drown me.

Epitaph of the graves of north's wall,
calling the scent of past and true,
felling my smile, once and for all;
as  a walking tomb of compassion
with a crumbled pall.

The wind is biting,
the carrying of flood
and waters blessed with tears,
I feel my heart cease beating
and the weeping in my ears.

The cage has burst it's plumbing,
the pain of sorrow overwhelm,
the sun has ceased it's shining
and I weep beneath the helm.

The betrayal of humanity, the death
dismay and poverty,
the screams of utter empathy
and the burden left to bare;
I can't hide it anywhere.

Thus I drown beneath my sixth,
my sixth and final heart,
I drink my tears in such a mug
as never before been drought;
the bitter taste is eerie
and the flood of tears comes raw,
lest I wake to cease my breathing
and drown inside the pond.

The wound is ten times bigger,
the wound that dissolves my form,
the wound is ten times graver
and fatality becomes the norm.

Let me pray for safety,
for all of you out there,
I do not need your pity,
I'm already dead and bare.

I'll pray for your happiness
and health and much, much more,
I'll carry all your burdens within me evermore.

The wound of north's wall calls me
and tells me it is time,
for me to part this living realm
and leave my woes behind.

...But I will keep them always,
fore there are stories left to tell
and I await an audience,
...with curiosity, to whom I can instill;

...your hearts and dreams.


Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Time

It’s that time of year again,
When families reunite;
We sit together and reminisce,
About everything in sight;

We laugh and joke and carry on, 
Like no time has passed;
Reliving those old memories, 
That get dredged up from our past;

Playing games and hanging, 
With our family and friends;
Hoping beyond hope, 
That this night will have no end;

Cause Christmas time is like that, 
It brings us all in close,
From the beginning of the evening,
'Til the time we say Adios!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Rambling of a Faith Poet

Sometimes it is hard to know what to write or when to write when you have just about every
thought possible flowing through your head. I wonder, "Should I please the public with
how "poetic" I am or should I please You? I know what the answer is but at times I'm 
worried about being liked or whether people get me. Is my belief in Your Son too far
above their heads or will they get it? Should I even worry about public opinion? Of
course I know as a follower of Christ, sharing my testimony and telling them about the
Lord is what I'm supposed to do. On the other hand, have I become to preachy and
dull? Am I shoving my beliefs down their throats? Then I realize, didn't Jesus make
himself of no reputation? Everybody thought that He was weird, blasphemous and not
qualified to tell them anything when it came to how they were living. I'm only here to do
what He wants me to do, nothing more, nothing less. If I do my part, the right people will
hear it, love it and appreciate it. All I should do, is write the word and leave all my
"rambling worries" to Him.


Details | Free verse | |

Pure Denial

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Free verse | |

I Have The Evil of You

I have the evil of you
Caught in my hands, entangled
Like the arabesques of Eden's vines
Just like paradise, but why should shame remain
Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno
These reddish-purple chains convolute myself
as the grapples shoot out from the clouds
both below, above me
The self-lovelust propelling 
You did this - these plagues
You drag me down - to your cage
Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave



Details | Ballade | |

The archers bow

Archers Bow.

Words may fly like arrows
From the deadly archers bow
They have a lot of power
‘Depends which way they go.
I’ve seen them make a whole crowd cry
{They could cause some poor soul to die}
Guard them well, let them spread joy
Just let them heal
But not destroy.

Oh go you easy writing friends
Be very careful, words offend!
For some folk, they be sensitive
My friends be careful what you give.
Responsibility be yours
For the arrows from your bow
So watch thee well the words you choose
For with them love must flow.

Oh, let your words be arrows
All dipped in harmony
Then left to seep in happiness
And the juice of liberty.
Then bend your bow, and let it go
These arrows be your song…
So let your arrows aim to heal
Then love may carry on.


Details | Rhyme | |

Let Down Your Net


Let Down Your Net... Jesus told his disciples; "let down your net." They were amazed how many fish they would get. What happened? They couldn't explain. So many fish.were caught. They were hard to contain. Peter was astonished, and fell on his knees. Asking Jesus; "Forgive me now... please!" Peter, James and John... Left everything behind. Following Jesus was what they had in mind. Perhaps your "net" is empty. Jesus says; "Let it down." There's a great harvest for you. Waiting to be found. Be a fisher for Jesus. A fisher of men. So that others may be saved from their sin. "Come follow me." The master is calling for you. Each step you take toward him... He'll take TWO! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

a flood of swollen words

I've seen a picture of a book
caught in a flood from the past
and marveled at what the view
revealed to me, the reader

The book, arced and curved to
its center, like a ship's bow
darkened with abandonment, and 
white crystals grown from pages' edge

Words crystalized from every
line written, touchable thoughts 
crystallization of the author's soul
the original, unreadable, unknown

The wish to witness at pad and pen
as soul pours ink to paper page
tonguing salty thoughts may be what 
imprinted from the writer to me

© Goode Guy 2012-03-03

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/multimedia/photos/139705383.html


Details | Free verse | |

Sonnet to Society

Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation, 
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.

WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

sober

                                            s o b e r...
The fuse burns the skin; 'till years disappear in the sear. Those scars allow us to be who we are - - - urging us to bleed truth- - -  so we can speed through the blues----- fueling us with the go, the giddy up to show, with each blow we grow,---and we Leggo our Ego -------just so the doubters we encounter shout louder and louder--- tho' they ain't got a clue as to who... or what we're about, or the journey of pain ballooning our veins with insane clout-------- and we wish upon a trouble free time to be near, yet it's far...- - - like the stars in the sky----...---sobering the view...while we drink the abuse------Still, the lit fuse burns the years till our fears cry.-____so hopefully, we learn from the scars when our tears dry.


Details | Acrostic | |

RUST

R emember how all things were once shiny and new,

U nderneath them all a corrosive subterfuge grew.

S ilently oxidating from the outside or in,

T reasures’ life should exclude are always made of skin!



For the RUST contest because “RUST NEVER SLEEPS!”


Details | Rhyme | |

Through LIfe's Trials And Hardships


Through Life’s Trials And Hardships… I’ve been through trials and difficult situations. Many times it happens with no explanation! Whatever I’ve had or have taken with me. I’ve been there when everyone has left me! The uncertainties I’ve had and struggles I face. Have brought me to my knees in a “quiet” place. The journeys I’ve traveled and the storms ahead. Have brought worry and stress in the words I said. Whatever trials I’ve faced... To Jesus I cried! A comfort and strength . He did provide! I know a truth that’s important and most certain. Jesus can take away any hardship or burden! If there were no trials... How could I trust him? Because of what he’s done How much I love him! If I had no hardships or trials, I’d probably “forget him.” Giving him my whole life? I don’t think I’d let him! He’s proven beyond any doubt how much he loves me! He reached down from heaven and touched me! He’s my comfort and joy and enduring friend! He’ll be there with me… Till the very end! This Jesus I know. I recommend him to you! He is God! Our provider! This is so true! Won’t you give him a chance in your life today! He can bring hope and take the dark clouds away! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Humans

Simple faces complex feelings
Smiling eyes hiding intentions dangerous
A dagger in one hand, the other extended in greeting
These are a few traits of this race

Slithering towards it's victims with effortless ease
Ambushing skills could put a rattler to shame
Will devour every living thing, will never cease
In the quest for supremacy, everything is fair game

All living beings  are pawns in this game of chess
Sacrificing even Gods at the altar of individual gains
Making Krishna fight Buddha, Allah with Jesus
Holy wars giving the right to kill and maim

The streets transformed into rivers of blood
Screams silenced by the booming of guns
Rejoicing when their own kin is dead
And this race calls themselves humans


Details | Rhyme | |

The Lord's Blessings I Am Receiving


The Blessings Of Christ, I Am Receiving! Since the day I accepted Christ and started believing… Blessings from him, I’ve been receiving! Since the time I knelt down, and invited him in! I have joy unspeakable! From deep within! Since that day that I gave Christ an invitation. I’ve been blessed with his mercy and salvation! Since the time Christ came and took my sins away… He’s given me hope and peace each day! From the moment I allowed him to direct me… His love and Holy Spirit have greatly touched me! From this moment until the day I‘ll see him face to face… I’m going to keep receiving his wonderful grace! From this moment until the time for my departure… I’ll meet him down here, or meet him in the rapture! From moment to moment, with each passing year. I’m going to love and keep his word ever so near! From this day on… Won’t you do the same! And receive eternal life… In his name! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I Noticed the Words Jesus Loves You above Your Door

I Noticed; “Jesus Loves You,” Above Your Door!

I noticed a sign, “Jesus Loves You,”
 above your front door.
I want to know about him!
I want to know more!

Could you tell me without 
any hesitation...
About Jesus and his plan 
of salvation?

Could you tell me about
 being born again?
And share with me how
 much you love him?

What is it like to become
a Christian?
And to serve Christ,
 As a daily mission?

I want to know how God 
has changed you!
I don't really know whom else to turn to.

Are you one that I can
 really depend?
I assume that Jesus is 
your best friend?

Please listen to what 
I have to say...
And spend some of your time
 with me today!.

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Lyric | |

WHAT I IMAGINE

What I imagine is beyond my years, 
An equilent  stare 
And an equilent ear.
 A sombre mind 
Is what one ought to have, but I foresee 
What plays in my head 
Is a movie 
Of such great distress, 
I see a young girl, 
A good girl, 
And the other side 
Of the mirror 
Is a different 
Sort of girl. 
More like the one before 
In the image the mirror gives off. 
If one would say the mirror lies, 
Then that one would realise
The only thing that stands between these two girls is the thin membrane called glass.
Yet with the absence of such, they are merged into one. And when they come out to play
A tiny piece of each stands out like the small glow of the paraffin lamp my grandmother used to forbid us to use 
Their memories of each other 
Are like the memories 
Of one individual person, 
Yet seeing them 
Side by side 
Would greatly outline 
Their stalk differences
But in world of fear
You can only love one
And their tears are the only thing that mimics their distress.
 


Details | Rhyme | |

I am me

Written on 29th and 30th April 2012.
BY: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian) 

Father time always has lessons to open heartedly preach, Of late have understood few of them, which was for a long time out my thoughts reach. Now life seems to me as a sandy bank of a long desolate beach, Where we trudge life’s sandy path in a hurry without an end the shores of success to reach. But I often ask myself, what lessons, life to us, does preach? Need to with all 5 senses deem or else we will end up filled with remorse and impeach. People tell me about change, And ways to my life rearrange. But my heart and mind vehemently hum to me to be real sure, And ensure that the changes don’t take my life on an offbeat detour. Far away from people who on me shower their love and care, Is that what you desire I ask myself? Stop think, mull and be minutely aware. Life’s Moments pass us like flowing water of a the sea or stream, Linger on, Sweet memories of some wonderful people who touched us like waves, come to mind or in our dreams. In our quests to succeed and get on in life we strive to move ahead to the success shore, And those cherished moments keep flashing in our dreams and in our thoughts more & more.
But
We trudge each day life’s sandy path in a hurry the shores of success to reach. Need to with all 5 senses deem or else we will end up filled with remorse and impeach. Life’s Moments pass us like flowing water of a the sea or stream, Linger on, Sweet memories of some wonderful people who touched us like waves, come to mind or in our dreams.
So
I often mull and ask my mind, Mostly about me but also about thoughts that often in mind and they themselves grind. Must I, my beliefs, ideology and principles change? To improve my life and it’s relations and my entire life rearrange?????
Now
I long to be my original me As an original is worth more than a copy, as the world conceives and all see, I am my original me. I am me I am Me………….


Details | Haiku | |

The Knowledge of Nothing

The path looms ahead
Naïve, my feet press forward
Now I know nothing.


Details | Crystalline | |

Acknowledgement

.


                      My words no longer rattle empty

                       when landing on a friendly ear



..................................................................
For Brian Strand's Contest "What You Will"


Details | Rhyme | |

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer

God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer!

God told me, in order for my prayer to be effective.
That I should not choose to be so “selective.”

I asked him: “what do you mean by this question?”
I wasn’t quite prepared for the reception!

God said; “You’ve chosen to be selective in how you live.”
“There’s only so much, to me, that you want to give!”

“You said that I’m your Lord, by your way of living.”
“But a life of holiness, is what you’re not giving.”

“You want the prayer answered,
 but have nothing to show for it.”
“You claim to accept my grace,
 but aren’t willing to share it.”

“How can I answer your prayer,
 when it’s only convenient?”
“Haven’t I been patient with you?”
“And most lenient?”

“Give up all that you have, and give it to the poor!”
“Then you’ll know what prayer life is really meant for!”

“Give me your heart!”  “And take time to really listen!”
“There’s so much more of me, that you’ve been missin’!”

“Obey my words and experience the life I have given!”
“Know what it means to be cleansed and forgiven!”

“Than your life will change, and your prayer time too!”
“I will give you the strength to make it through!”

“You will know what it means to spend time with me!”
“And your prayers will impact you for eternity!”

By Jim Pemberton   10/21/13


Details | Free verse | |

death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept


Details | Rhyme | |

I Think of a Time When I Was Young


I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun! 
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things 
that as young man…
 I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles…  And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids!  With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him!  Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

Im Still Here

Friends one with whom I shared a drink.
Are now ghosts  who haunt my heart dear.
Most left to find that which in life they did thirst.

But with seasons  I did remain like some old pillar unable to 
move.
Feet planted  tears caressing a bitter face hiding 
the fact that  goodbye had come all to soon.

Cards underneath my door.
Unfamilar faces make me question do I exist anymore.

Old passions destroy new flames.
Nights alone cast shadows.
You find more comfort in dreams   

The whiskey that burns is all that reminds.
You haunt this body  like a vacant building  
most seem to ignore  as  they pass its once warm  
structure.

My soul knows midnight my heart emersed in the 
agony of truth.
We yern for warmth in the comfort of pain.

Memories are like scars  a prison of the mind.
Greetings from outskirts.
For I am the at home with the left behind.

Like a character in a novle ment to entertain  im 
lost in the back pages of life.
But if you ever question  just turn back in reflection.
For they may have fled but im sill here. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Gold Star

Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always 
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night

I wake up fighting a
constant battle,
I feel like I am in a circus
having to jump through hoops
my parents hold
to earn their admiration and 
approval

Earning their gold star
for the day
I was a rebel since day one
not trying to conform
dancing to the beat of a 
different drummer

Wishing to be accepted 
for who I want to be
and how I seek to spend my hours
nothing I ever do, seems to be good
enough

They talk about "emotional deposits"
i.e. spending time with them
but they spend too much time
picking and proving
reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions
they push me away, each day
'further and further I go
as soon as I make enough money
I'm gone

They act as if my artistic mind 
couldn't make money
like my dreams are distant relatives
of which I will never meet
but I strive to prove them wrong

Its bad enough being
one person versus the world
but when the army you fight
is led by your family, your blood
it's twice as hard to get up
in the morning, when the suns
rays dance on my closed
eyelids 

I try my best to be the kind
of person I want to be
despite their efforts to kill off
my individualistic soul
I have given up trying
to belong to which I 
was born unto
I'm simply playing the game

Hoping to win, one day
the chance to be myself
as I feel emulates me,
and regardless
have a proud
Mommy and Daddy
I do pray, I shall be
 free to be 
Heather Rose Marie


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 | Rhyme | |

There Was Some Excitement At Church


There Was Some “Excitement” At Church…

There was some “excitement” at church.  I wasn’t invited!
The type of entertainment they had.  
Had already been decided!

They wanted something that would
 “stir up” the newest fashion.
They wanted to do this with a “compelling passion.”

They wanted to include loud instruments and a guitar.
They figured this would bring in people from afar!

Of course they also wanted to charge for “admission.”
Why not?  This would “fulfill” their mission!

This seems to be the way many churches are going…
The power of God they seem to be “avoiding.”

Rather than seeking God’s holiness 
and forgiveness of sins…
They look to what can “self-gratify” within!

I’m not here to seek a worldly kind of “entertainment.”
I’m here to seek the presence of God this very moment!

It comes from spending time in seeking HIM in prayer.
Wherever I am…  He is God!  
And is always there!

If it’s “excitement” you give.  I’m in the “wrong place!”
I’m simply here as a sinner saved by God’s grace!

My “thrill” is in Jesus Christ.  And him alone!
He brings peace and joy to me and my home!

Jesus brings to me what money cannot afford!
He’s my provider!  My comforter!  And my Lord!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Limerick | |

New Years Resolution

Resolutions fruitful tricks on mind,
Some reality, some so unkind,
They are just promises.
Other compromises,
They often suspend and rob one blind.

Though we keep on making them each year,
Sometimes bringing smiles or single tear,
No, matter what they are.
Ordinary or bizarre,
We take new steps, staying all old fear.

My resolution, be more funny.
Stir my funny bone for my honey.
To bring her more laughter,
Sharing smiles thereafter,
We need, joy, happiness, not money.


Written for

Sponsor Carolyn Devonshire 
Contest Name New Year's Resolutions 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Shots Fired, The Aftermath(Footles)

Gun Shots
Call Cops

Few More
Hit Floor

Lights Off
Dry Cough

Dark Fears
Soft Tears

Phone Fails
Bite Nails

Some thing
Drove Me

Open
Curtain

Soft Cries
Inside

Broke Down
On Ground

Draw Near
Over Here

Father Please
Help Me

Late Night
Such Fright

Can't Sleep
Anxiety







Details | Lyric | |

A Tangled Curse

Sightless visions of this world
Collapsing reason, the rising scared
Disillusion breaking bonds
The gravity of this collective song

The undeterred replacing truth
Teach detachment to the youth
Complexity and blinding games
Reattaching trauma’s shame

Cold perception blaming loss
Upon reflections in the frost
Banished hearts creating schemes
Against ourselves; this broken theme

The self-receptive caught within
The fear of self within their skin
It’s in this place we choose our worth
While people fight upon the earth

The gravity that passes by
We’re falling down, or into the sky
No more places left to hide
We forgive the past, or our future dies

This illusion breaking fast
We fight against the spells we cast
Between the earth and universe
We must dissolve this tangled curse


Details | Blank verse | |

Rain

Take in everything
Forget
Take in everything
Forget

Sweat

Salt taste's good
In a very dry mouth

But

It's sickening

It teases with a start of reassurance

But then
It trails down
With less tiles to run on
It's starts tip-toeing moisture out
In the middle of your tongue
It dehydrates the rest of the setting
It causes a calibration to be joined
For a message to be made

That

I
Am
Thirsty

But

The problem with one cloud
Another could form
                                                              And another
And another
                        And Another

And if they join together
A storm could come

I am thirsty

Thirsty?

Thirsty for what?

Water
Clear    Odorless   Tasteless    Neutral     Liquid
Sufficient isn't it?
That's all you need?
That all you want?

And if they join together
A storm could come

Thirsty

I've been oh so thirsty

And that's when invisible hands start to open doors
Unlocking every category

What's Behind door number one?
Childhood memories; only child; key home kid; first friend

And door number two?
Liking boys; liking girls?; not liking girls. Crushes; first boyfriend

And door number three?
Losing work; bills to pay; break ups; single
                                                                                                                 Lonely
Lonely
            
                             Lonely
     
                                                                     Lonely

A storm could form
And if it does

It rains...


Details | I do not know? | |

Made Brand New ?

Holy be ?
You desire this of me…
Is this possible am I able ?

Consecration, dedication towards the goal !
Ultimate sanctification for any soul…

Purity, virtue and piety…
Just some names of a few,
Made brand new.


Written by: William Arthur Tell

1Pe 1:16  Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Paid the Sacrifice

Jesus Paid The Sacrifice! Jesus sacrificed his life for you and me! So we can be with him for all eternity! His life for ours… a ransom was paid IN FULL, This is why I I love HIM so! Upon his head were placed the crown of thorns, Enduring so much shame and scorn. The blood from his body as it began to flow! The pain inside his body, Began to grow! The nails placed in his feet and hands, The pain he went through is hard to understand. His life for ours, is what he gave! His life for ours… Is what he did trade! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

PITY THE PIRANHA

 
                      “All cruelty springs from weakness.” 
                                                  - Seneca

            _______________________________


Piranha cannot help
            being piranha

Savagery, mindlessness,
the sharp art of butchery 
were inflicted 
           upon them

Denied soul,
but granted a talent
to destroy 
              without prejudice 

Cold, mercilessly cold,
feasting on the vulnerable
working malice, deboning victims like
             blood-let machines

Pity razor teeth
             pity those loops of hunger
        
Pity most of all their cursed nature,
psychotic, relentless, 
heartless

            and inherently obscene  




             


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Beautiful Apparition

It is not hard to fall in love with a beautiful apparition. You don’t know them, but are easily 
entranced by their chemistry. Your brain ignites a myriad of sensual wishes. Carnal exploration 
and fantasies played out in seconds, heating your heart like an oven. They disappear as quickly, 
a wisp of smoke, but you miss them immensely. A hallow feeling leaves you weak, sad, and 
alone stretching for minutes, days, or years till the next one steals your heart. Man or woman, 
boy or girl can manifest and escape around corners and be gone, but in the moment you had 
them for eternity. The Petrarchan romance you read lives in their dance and laughter. No one 
goes without this fictitious ache; it follows you as your shadow does, comes to life as often.

Looking serene a placid lake reveals a reverse world where everything is as real as the earth 
you tread, as vivid as those memories you hang on walls. Veiled in disbelief as a mere image 
those waters taunt you with their likeness. The ghosts you long for are down there, but there 
they know you as the beautiful apparition


Details | Rhyme | |

At the Wheel

Duty calls to us to react
Against such hatred
As -
A man who simply wants to build
Is killed -     
In sandy far off hills.
Peace knows it’s time to concentrate
On hate -
And how to compensate.

What says the noble men of old?
Who’s stories, now are never told.
Instead,   
A bed,
Of constant dread -
We sleep with guns beneath our heads;
And slumber to the merry news
Streaming through a TV tube,
So rude -
They never tell the truth,
And cover it with glory’s loot.
So toot -  
Your horns and guzzle gas,
And give The Man your hard earned cash.

Where’s Liberty, when madmen rule?
Now Justice’s just a letting pool
Of blood -
Where war is now the key,
To lift a sad economy.
Where hero’s die for corporate deals -
Our lives depend on hands that steal!

We’ve let the bad guys
take the wheel.




Details | I do not know? | |

My culture

Ignore my friend, ignore
work, work, work, hard,
40 hours to the corp,
20 hours to the family
and 40 to the drugs
you house is so nice
your car is better

40 to the corp
ignore the abuse,
slave labor in another country....
the blood, sweat, and tears....
You didnt do it, its the CEO
who makes those decisions.
Lobbyists supporting the war
wow, the profits, bonus for all..
Evil, abuse, pollution, war.
Make that check and run home.

20 to the family
Oh my beautiful children,
that hate me, but at least their fed well.
They dont value me, such stupid children
I work so hard for them,
My wife who doesnt like sex,
does that mean she doesnt love me?
I like it when we pretend, 
we actually get along then,
please pretend some more,
that we love each other, please.

40 to the drugs
Television, Sports, video games, high fructose corn syrup,
chlorinated, flouridated water tastes so nice.
Caffiene, sugar, alcohol, nicotine
I still can't cope, anybody got some dope?
Damnit where is that rope?
The pharmacy can cure your pain,
and if not we can shock your brain.

This is my culture. I am sad for it, but am addicted to it.


Details | Ballade | |

Shroud of Lace

To watch them pass on by
So pensive, grave, with winter in the lace
That shrouds each year that time cannot deny
A springtime switched to autumn graces
Has furrowed in their seasoned faces 
And covers gray of silken hair
While all the world strolls by in haste
With a sense of reverence in the air

She lifts her languid eye
A wrinkled brow portrayed
Where lines of time and experience lie
Where every movement displays
The falling leaves of yesterday
Before the tears of sweet despair
Were spread upon the April day
With a sense of reverence in the air

Composed they stroll, arm in arm, thigh to thigh
Some say their worth has spent its day
She holds her self in calm reply
His world once used him by swift pace
Wisdom disregards the youthful chase
They walk to buy some flowers fair
Their youth is put to rest today
With a sense of reverence in the air

No tear should trickle from your eyes
No need to mourn for yesteryear
For sagely knowing what never dies
With sense of reverence in the air




______________________________________________________________
Inspired by Catie's contest Ballade Boomba


Details | Free verse | |

HIT ME


HIT ME ONCE YOU'LL HIT ME TWICE:
THIS MENTALITY WAS DISCOVERED ON DATE 
NUMBER TWO ATTEMPTING TO HIDE BEHIND
YOUR WORDS OF FLATTERY LAYING A SNEAR
FOR MY FEET AND THE BEAUTIFUL WORDS
OF POETRY........
YOU TRIED TO INTOXICATE ME WITH THE IMAGRY
OF WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE YOU AND I OPERATINING
IN MINISTRY

HIT ME ONCE YOU'LL HIT ME TWICE: YOU ALLOWED
THAT UNCONTROLLABLE BEAST TO PUNCH ME
HERE AND PUNCH ME THERE  YOU DID NOT CARE
DISPLACEMENT ANGER FLYING EVERYWHERE

HIT ME ONCE HIT ME TWICE:I RECOGNIZED THE WARNING
SIGNS OF POTENTIAL DOMESTIC ABUSE ENCOURAGING
YOU TO UTILIZE COPING SKILLS NOT FOR THRILLS BUT
TO HEAL THE INTRICATE PIECES OF YOUR MIND
THAT STRUGGLE TO FUNCTION DUE TO TRAUMA AND
ABUSE FROM THE MULTI-DYSFUNCTIONAL RELATIONSHIPS

HIT ME ONCE YOU'LL HIT ME TWICE:EXHIBITING SIGNS OF
BIPOLAR DISORDER BORDER LINE SCHIZOPHRENIA
TEMPORARY INSANE YOU'VE CAUSED ME SOO MUCH PAIN

HIT ME ONCE YOU'LL HIT ME TWICE:WALKING ON 
EGGSHELL IM TIRED OF THIS HELL WELL I MUST
TERMINATE THIS UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP........
PLEASE GET SOME HELP

HIT ME ONCE YOU'LL HIT ME TWICE STOP MAKING
EXCUSES FOR THE ABUSES OF THOSE YOU'VE
PSYCHOLOGICALLY INFLICTED......

HIT ME ONCE YOU'LL HIT ME TWICE:EMOTIONAL
MENTAL AND PHYSICAL PAIN MUST BE DEPLETED
OF IT'S NEGATIVE ENERGIES......

HIT ME ONCE YOU'LL HIT ME TWICE:
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE MUST END.....

PLEASE DON'T HIT ME................ 


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love


Details | I do not know? | |

He's Our Joy

“He’s Our Joy”
He talks funny
But his disposition is sunny
Even though his tongue is too long
He’s not a loss
Just because his eyes are crossed
He’s never going to earn a degree
To his parents he’ll always cleave
He may have Downs
But he’s a joy to have around
The public might shame him
But they don’t see what makes us love him
He’s our precious joy
Our very own Mongoloid.


Details | Senryu | |

' Ask Yourself ... ' 72nd Senryu

‘Ask Yourself … ’  72nd   Senryu


 Have You Ask Yourself ? …
Just What If It’s Really True ...
GOD … His Son … and You ?


Details | I do not know? | |

Unashamed Self-Promotion

:-)


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:

http://afzalmoolla.wordpress.com/ 

Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


:-)





Details | Rhyme | |

AC-BC-DC- ---- Peace

When things seem to lose all proportion
And disagreements become the notion
Misunderstandings, (“He said,…she said”)
Differences, righteousness,  (Oh, dread!)
It helps to use some D-C…perhaps a friendly motion
To head off the flack, (as Damage Control)
It may seem absurd, a need to play the role
But, the mediator, the even keel, 
A level head, has great appeal

In case of attack, (whatever it be)
When some are offended…by facts they can’t see
Or if some feel the right, when they strongly disagree
With what others think, or what others may believe,
To bash them or harass them, 
Let us turn on A-C !
To cool down the heat, and clear the air free!

Not to say, we don’t have the right,
To B-C our news....
Just as long as we broadcast without such abuse

We were born with a B-C…written to claim
Signed by our parents, and given our name.
It gives us the right, to live in this land
To worship our own God, to live hand in hand
Whatever our faith, or what we decree
I hope we can be proud, on the day we take leave
When our D-C is printed, declaring desceased…
Let us hope we have honored, a life filled with peace


__________________________________________________________________
DC = damage control
AC = air conditioning
BC = broadcast
BC = birth certificate
DC = death certificate


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Geometry To Me ... '

You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves

You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math

You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus

You Are The Extra
To My Average
You Are The Multiply
To My Nothing Added

You Are Autonomy
To My Anatomy
You Are The Fractal
In My Infinity

You Are Geometry To Me:

You Are Steep Mountains
To My Mounds and Valley
You Are Raindrops In The Forest
To My Snow-Ballet

You Are Hot Desert Sands
To My Cold Ocean Waves
You Are The Mirage man
To My Love-Slave

You Are Dimension-Diamonds
To My Parallel-Pearls
You Are The Universe
To My World

You Are The Prism
To My Beam Of Light
and You Are The Days
Resting Upon My Nights …

And You Are Geometry To  Me …


Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure)
is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, 
and relative position of figures and with properties of space.
(uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships;
(countable) A type of geometry with particular properties;
Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...


Details | Rhyme | |

Without Holiness No Man Shall See God


Without Holiness… No Man Shall See God! I know of someone with a degree in divinity. He can tell you all about God and the trinity. He memorized much scripture from God’s word. A message each Sunday from him, can be heard. While he has so much theology in his head. A message of holiness from his lips won’t be said. He thinks preaching on holiness is “judgemental..” His position in church wouldn’t be “instrumental.” God has caled his followers to life of holiness! Without this, your life is filled with emptiness! Think about Job who was called a righteous man. He sought Godly living over his house and land! Are you seeking a life of holiness from within? So your life won’t be burdened down with sin? Perhaps living 100% for God seems “old fashioned.” We need to seek God’s holiness as a daily passion! “Come out from the world and be separate!” God commands! This is a truth from his word many don’t understand. All of the theology in this world can’t save your soul. If the things of this world, you refuse to let go! A victorious life in Christ is what you can achieve! Simply surrender your life to him…. And BELIEVE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Embrace the Self

Natural love is worth living for
Lets get back to time we were one
I wish to retrace to that pure
Embrace the basics and relearn

Principles we made but forgot
Running in the mad race every time
Lost self and truth in thought
Lets go back to those sublime

Equality of all we do proclaim
Though we ourselves do wrong
Then smartly play blame game
Leaving all which was along

No more of fights among each
Lets embrace love not gains
High time to give up bad deeds
No longer cause harm and pain

No walls of differences ahead
Be it caste, color or the wealth
Wish to be now a bond of thread
As we are pals with humane felt


Details | Free verse | |

Bipolar

What’s big to me may be small for you
But when you hurt I hurt too
So many different phases I’ve been through
Withdrawal & self-indulgence just to name a few
I dodge sleep to note this nonsense to both me and you
My desperate attempt at understanding 
Has only led to more questions
I remember when medication numbed me well enough to stay quiet
Nonchalant 
A zombie!
All last night I cried and cried
And
You slept while I died all the more inside
I don’t have all the answers
One thing I know is
Dreaming and fantasizing 
In these worlds I find solace 
Seeing and realizing
It hurts…
It hurts…
People have been so unfair –
But then again 
What is fair?
So many questions…
Once upon a time,
I’ve put down my pen 
And 
Followed doctors and drugs
Their drugs, my drugs
Just stop judging me and fix me!
I’ve put down the drugs
Picked up a pen
And this is the reason other people say I’m doing well?
What’s real?
I can’t tell
Is it what you tell me or what I tell me?
Drugs have concealed me
Silenced me…
Taught me that I don’t have to feel just see
And shake my head
Now I can both feel 
And
Shake my head
I can verbalize 
Sure
But I’d rather not talk just write
I can write and write just to get it out on paper
But
It’s still in my mind
I’m not fixed
Still I cry and cry
While you sleep
So which am I supposed to choose?
Solace or the truth?


Details | Free verse | |

A Consciousness Of Self-Confidence

Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.


Details | Tanka | |

A Secular Battle Cry

all is relative.
all should like to be a part
of this family.
absolutes just exist in
the mind of the creator.


Details | Senryu | |

' The Pied Piper and The Tiger ... ' 67th Senryu

‘ The Pied Piper and The Tiger … ’  67th  Senryu



 Both:  The Pied Piper
The Lady Or The Tiger …
Readers Picks … Either …


Details | Free verse | |

The Evil Elixir

He's up in the morning at 7 a.m.
Black coffee and paper. Toast and jam
His hair is perfection. His tie is secure
He's ready to take on the day

From home to the office, a 90 minute trip
Dumbass drivers and cell phone quips
Thoughts for the job that race through his head
To help earn himself better pay

A tiger by nine, he's doing just fine
Then noon brings a lunch that's followed by wine
From one until five he then starts to morph
When it's off to the bar for some more

A couple of shots with a beer back to boot
Three hours later he's got a full snoot
An illegal drive from the bar to his home
Now he can really tie one on

The morning sun shines on the man he should be
The evening brings a change by degree
The evil elixir turns man to a monster
With all sense of sanity gone


Rockman


For the "Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde" contest by Yasmin Khan

7th place winner.


Details | Rhyme | |

Self Made Demise

Is it really hard to understand 
I am just looking for a man
One that sees the world like me
Offers his heart humblely
I will cherish and protect 
Give back to him what I get
Hoping its not just me
Drifting in this lonely sea
Been floating out here for years and years
Fighting not to drown in my own tears
This ocean I find myself drifting in 
Was created from unintentional sin
My eyes cried this reflecting pool
Due to all the times I played the fool
Will I ever feel the ground again 
Or does a boat come pull me in
Save me from my self made demise
See the sun through cloudy skies
May the warmth come cure my pain 
Stop these eyes that pour like rain


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

GREATNESS

Why do we presume to be so great
When we hasten so to tempt our fate
Are our souls so in need of danger
Starting thus while in the manger
Bullet proof and over ten feet tall
Flying way before we can crawl
Drawn always to a brilliant light
Oblivious to our perilous plight
We run and rage on every page
Never heeding the advice of sage
Charging headlong into the wind
Pausing briefly only to append
If this thing I could understand
Maybe my life I could amend
This longing for freedom perchance
Could this cause such a dance
Maybe we can truly be this great
If we can only redirect out fate.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Over The Hill Footle

what you will
    when over that hill

    well your feet will swell
               and body might smell 
 
                           your hair will grey 
                                  want to be lazy all day

                                         tummy will sag
                                             eyes will bag

                                                    get bunions too
                                                          on heels how shrew

                                                                     lose some teeth
                                                                               OMG good grief

                                                                                         so if you will
                                                                                               take it slowly up that hill


Entry For Brian Strand's 
What You Will Contest

I chose Footle

                                                              

                                                                                                       


Details | Free verse | |

We are the monsters

Innocence
Never twisted guilt
Soberness, simple minded 
Heartfelt
Young eyes blinked, bashfulness 
No such things as monsters

Sleep tight
Sleep tight
No such things as monsters

Years dawned on
Mascara dripped
Troubled eyes
Losing hope now
Childhood days, fade away
They take me into darkness

Turn on the lights
Turn on the lights
Haunting nightmares

I looked under my bed 
There was a monster
Staring right back at me
I jumped on my bed
Below my covers
I was scared as can be
Shaking at the image of what I have become
There's a monster in my bedroom
Yet I'm all alone

What is happening?
Life is changing
Life is changing
 
We are the monsters
We are the monsters
 
There was a mirror underneath my bed
Your eyes can't deny your reflection, it replays in your head
When we all grow up we become the monsters underneath our bed
 
Don't be scared
Don't be scared
 
We are the monsters
We are the monsters

We all grow up to be monsters in the end.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Racial Prejudice Inside Me

Matthew chapter 7
1  Do not judge, or you too will be judged.  2  For in the same way you
judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will
be measured to you.


During my entire life
I stayed glued to my TV
Deep in a low alpha state
Hypnotized into becoming "me"
I jumped when they told me to
They taught me how to be tough
And my eyes would sometimes water
If the acting was good enough

Yet after this virtual lifetime
Not one instance is coming to me
Of Arabs portrayed as human beings
On my blessed and holy TV
Always, always, always
It told me how to think
And if I even heard the word "Arab"
I judged exactly as I had seen

So this brings me to my point
TV is not the creator of truth
And I judged an entire people
Simply because I was told to
I hope they will understand
And even turn the other cheek
Because I based all of my judgments
On an electronic TV screen



[For my friend and coworker, Nasser.  A first generation American
of Palestinian descent.  Truly a generous, loving and passionate soul, who
who showed me what I've been told about middle eastern people is
truly ridiculous.]


Details | Free verse | |

My Frienemy

You claimed to be a friend to me but it seems you are a frienemy
A frienemy is a friend slash enemy
In others words you envy me
I hate it I see it but I love it a lot
The hate motivates me to go straight to the top
If I should fall or if I should drop
Your purpose is served due to the fact you love me and hate me a lot
My friend slash enemy


Details | Free verse | |

Painted People

I know of a man, a normal man.
He has hair and eyes
and wears clothes and shoes.
He walks, he breathes, he blinks.
He bathes, he sleeps, he eats.

I think I love this normal man
for I, too, have hair and eyes
and I wear clothes and shoes.
I walk, I breathe, I blink.
I bathe, I sleep, I eat.

We are perfect for each other
how could we not be?
We grin, we frown, we laugh.
We have fingers and toes
and hearts and brains.

I know of a man, an ordinary man
whose body is clean and clear
like an empty canvas with perfect lines and shapes
steadily painted on to form an elegant horizon
and hung for all to admire.

I think I love this ordinary man
for his colors are soothing and dull
with perfect portions of hues painted throughout.
He is smooth and light
weighing only as much as his frame.

We are perfect for each other
how could we not be?
He is perfection; a piece of art
and I, an admirer of art,
could not disregard his perfect eloquence.

I know of a man, a handsome man
whose body is a canvas painted purple by scars and bruises
with watercolor eyes, a pastel smile
and a backdrop smothered in charcoal,
and is hung in the rain to dry.

I think I love this handsome man
for I am an admirer of art.
Rugged edges take place of an invisible frame that shapes him.
His paint is slathered on
causing disfigurement in the crooked horizon of his design.

We are perfect for each other
but how could we be?
He is perfection; pieces of art
hung out for the world to analyze.
And I, a mere admirer of art, stand at a distance in reverence. 

I know a man, a handsome man
who is normal and different and strange.
He has hair and eyes
and wears clothes and shoes.
He grins, he frowns, he laughs.

I fell in love with this handsome man
for he has something no one else has:
My intrigued focus, which admires his blotches of heavy paint
splashed onto his flooded canvas.
He has depth, prominence, and ambiguity.

We are perfect for each other
how could we not be?
He is neither a beach nor sunset,
but a sweet disarray of shapes and lines
frantically scattered about in space.

And I, myself, an empty star,
am frantically searching 
for something in space.
And I am drawn to his darkness
for it shields my light.

And in this art show of a world
we are painted people, hung out to be bought and sold
admired and analyzed.
And I bought the dark, battered canvas
with no expression or poise

For I fell in love with this beautiful art,
and on my wall,
placed near the fire,
it will always hang to dry.


Details | Quatrain | |

I Smile

The tables have turned
A new chapter in my book
I was giving up hope
But risked a second look

Strolling into my life
With speckled shoulders and toothy smile
Saves me from it all
Tells me holding on could be worthwhile

A raging, fast current
Leaves me head over heels
Changing souls into fire
Rather than rusting steel

In a look there was love
That had never been spoken
Mending and healing
The things that should never be broken

Life and love just keeps growing
And I’ve stopped biting my tongue
I’m collapsed in a heap of smiles
And I feel fresh air replete my lungs

My heart thumping felicity
Through my once hollow veins
Accepting all of life
And cleaning out the stains

Dancing on my toes
Eager for your lips
That have shown me what’s real
Replaced old life’s script



Details | Rhyme | |

What Do We Expect As We Seek to Remove God

What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God’s removal… It’s like anything from him, we’ve given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There’s so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We’ve built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we’ve often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get “warmer!” The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You’ll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You’ll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It’s the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Close Enough to Know

Some people find the path to where they need to go.
Some people ask the question, and the answers always no.
Their place in line is at the end to go and see the show.
They never seem to make it in, they're just close enough to know.

The knots just seem to slip right through their hands upon the rope.
They're hanging on with all they're might and every ounce of hope.
They spend every dime they've got to try and understand.
They practice every note they know, but never join the band.

The simple pleasures of the world, for them are never known.
They plant their seeds to feed their souls, but nothings ever grown.
You ask yourself just what it is that keeps them at arms length.
Is it that their hearts are broken and their spirits have lost strength?

I think that maybe that is true, their mourning never stops.
They try to find what they have lost, but the bubble, it just pops.
The grave is calling out their name from hope that they have lost.
They see the goal they want to reach, but can't afford the cost.


Details | Rhyme | |

Communal Tyranny

Attempts at alteration of 
My right to fully express
My own ideas and views
My liberty to address

Declarations and ideas
I happen to find crude
Imposing upon my spirit 
And all too often rude

Formulation of my thoughts
On many different things
Echoes of imagination
Remnants of my being

Clear my views do remain
Unscathed by opposition
I firmly and relentlessly
Defend my true position

I do believe in liberty
To share what one believes
For a spirit and its speech
Forever should be free

~Camille Rose Castillo 2010


Details | Rhyme | |

Parted Paths

We started off friends 

There was something more

We knew better then to open that door

Came so close just a breath away

We knew if it was meant it would happen 

Just not that day

And now you live so far away

O the ways we used to play

Makes me miss the good ol days

But the good days are now not then

We can hardly remember when

You love her and I love him

Will we ever commit that sin

Taste each others salty skin

Will the temptation ever win

Back then was a trying time

Both in your life and in mine

Our paths seperated on a dime

We kept on living knowing we would be fine

Now questions come up and get me thinking

Since we parted are we sinking

If we met up now after years gone by

Would we still tingle deep inside

Could you then look me in the eyes

Even though she is to be your bride

Will there be feelings we must deny

Cause I too am with another guy

I cant help but wonder why

So many things in life can make you cry

All I can do is look to the sky 

And ask my questions till the day I die


Details | Free verse | |

a casual stare

I strayed beyond 
a casual stare
as the children danced in 
corrugated cloth,
to the erstwhile rhythms of 
sexual apprehension,  
played upon a 
ha’penny harp,

the Delphic truth 
of first bled lust 
lay wistfully amused,
callously cosseted by 
phallic throngs of
vulgar hair and undue vanity,

I surveyed their fervent lips;
each without a valid tongue, 


Details | Rhyme | |

I May Change, But Jesus Remains the Same

I May Change, But Jesus Remains the Same!

Jesus remains the same! 
 Even when I’m burdened!
He loves you and me! 
 This is most certain!

He’s the same yesterday, today and the future!
Because of him, my life is a “bright picture!”

He’s committed to do what he’s promised to do!
It was he, that bled and died, 
for me and YOU!

He remains the same!  No matter
 how many fail me!
How many have let you down? 
 Can you tell me?

I’m so thankful for his blessings
 that come my way!
Words of encourage and hope,
 are what he has to say!

He’s the lover and redeemer,
 of my weary soul!
He cleansed my sins!
 And made me whole!

I’m so thankful for him!
 And all that he does!
He reigns with God the father,
 in heaven above!

Glory to Jesus in the highest! 
 Peace toward all men!
He will always be the same! 
 Hallelujah and AMEN!

By Jim Pemberton   


Details | Narrative | |

The Indian Ocean Tsunami

My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.

It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.

Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.

In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.

Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.

However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.

I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.

I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.

Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.

It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.


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Three Souls

One was a child 
so sweet and mild
Voice of a bell 
to ward off hell

One was a bell
with a crystal chime
To comfort the cat
and make the earth shine
 
Two was a cat
With a mysterious past
A dark view of the world
And a horrible wrath

Two was a mind
as dark as night
To protect the doll
That could not see the light

Three was a doll
With a broken soul
A shattered heart
With eyes a black hole

Three was a rose
Of pure white
Covered in thorns
As black as night


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The Emptyness Of My Night

 
Nights move  like a forgotten  ghost unwanted by all.     
A vision  unseen to all but one.

Down damp streets he haunts the same path every night just befor the dawn.
The empty hearts gather to drown togther in the sea. 

Togther feeling so very alone. 
Can we cast shadows in the darkness project happiness in such gloom to return the   same 
old haunts again and again.
A wheel  rolling  without question.
On into the emptyness of my night. 

Waitting for a return that  never will be.
Cursing the problem never understanding it was her and me.
As the dream turn to the drunk.

The painter paints no longer sunsets but
Nights and his thoughts of blue to gray.

Warmth in the darker corners gives a view to 
the young and  the still hopefull.
Tiping my half empty glass I wish them to never know pain.

Finding a home with other empty hearts caught.
In dirty sheets im haunted by the ghost of my
former self.

A puddle stepped in cast waves of reflected neon light.
As we play a roll unknown to all  
At typewritter  I sit.
Listening to To the bar and bottles clatter men and women's
laughter and soon forgotten fight.
Yerning to be free so is the emptyness of my night.


Details | Ballad | |

Election day

Election Day

Last week was our election
It’s been going on for weeks
From the space where I was standing
It all looked kind of bleak
The chance of labor leaders
Getting the ruling hand
There’d been some inside fighting
They weren’t looking too grand.

But when I thought about it
It didn’t really matter
All these fools, it seems to me
Are only noisy chatter
They promise this, they promise that
And then what do they do?
Nothing, absolutely naught
They say is ever true?

So anyway I was lucky
What by accident, I done
Was muck up on the valet sheet
I failed on every one
Of those boring little boxes
That were staring up at me
But I really did not want to vote
So it was meant to be.

11 September 2013@1720hrs.



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Yen yang laugh cry

                                                  
Keeping up with people and their emotions are increasingly more difficult these days.
A couple days ago I thought about the coming day that now has come and went;
I was disheartened by the whole manner of ramifications of it all.
Just two weeks ago I was planning to live yet another twenty five years;
But today practicality and common sense have created a large hole in all that.
And yes the odds are unfavorable but no it’s not impossible.
       Last week I swore I was not going to let certain people hurt me anymore;
       Today a soft touch or a kind word and here I am right back on the same mount;
       Riding head on at full gallop wearing heart on sleeve  and pen in hand.
       And yes I have been a warrior and battled on night and day;
       Today I weary and desire change but to some I am as I were and always will be
       But surrender I will not so maybe they're right about me 
      	


Details | Personification | |

Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee


Details | Couplet | |

Our secret pact

 Written on 7th may 2012

The three of us, I don’t recall the time,
when we first met I shared all secrets of mine.

One of them I realized began to befriend me about an eon ago,
the other one I recall was with me since puberty, constantly seeking a glow.

The three of us made a pact for me to move on
but now it is only me and the two of them gone…………..

One was the inner me
and the other was the man in my mirror I envied to be.

But now it is three woven into one
and it is the new me.

As we draw our pact now and here
Would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.

Would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
And give the people around me nothing but the best.

Would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.

Would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
And take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.

Would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
To my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.

Would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
And spend more time in loving.

Would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
And speak only the truth and for that be courageous.


Would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
And cover them all with feelings that are friendly.

Would love to learn to be sensitive,
And towards others be open and receptive.

Would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
And be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.

Would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
And focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.

Would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
And  work to help out for carbon emission decrease.

Would love to learn to be forgiving,
And be more tolerant and caring.

Would love to right some of my wrongs,
And be true to myself and hum joyous songs.

And finally, would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
And to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.






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What path would Love now have me start to tread?

What path would Love now have me start to tread?
Your words spur; let my feet follow your lead.
The world, it groans; God’s love needs to be spread.

Yet once again, I find a thing thought dead.
The loneliness; is this what truth can breed?
What path would Love now have me start to tread?

My words, my time, my soul, my love, my head
I give you. Please give these to those in need.
The world, it groans; God’s love needs to be spread.

For hope I pray, and yet, my hope is wed
With fear--The Way is littered with a weed!
What path would Love now have me start to tread?

For change I pray. "This day my daily bread"
Cannot be heard by men consumed with greed.
The world, it groans; God's love needs to be spread.

For love I pray. These two raise me from bed:
When Earth's destroyed and men cry to be freed.
What path would Love now have me start to tread?

For them I pray. For souls and bleeding hearts
The only food is Your inspiring Love.
The world, it groans; God's love needs to be spread.
What path would Love now have me start to tread?


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Regrets

Once, love dreamed of,
I used to write her name
by mine, in hope she’d notice
Over and over, again, again, again.

She’d look with radiant smile
I’d do same
Would pass me by
Repeatedly, again, again, again.

Two doves we were,
both tender hearts so tame
Shy to speak
In dreams I’d call (your name) again, again, again.

So it came to be
There was no lover’s lane
As we lived our lives alone
Memories recalled – regrets, again, again, again.


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Holding Back

Nothing here is wrong because nothing ever could.
It has been so long,
A time that just never would!

Nothing here was ever lost because nothing was ever found.
It has been a toss,
A time that simply counted down!
Holding back the tears,
Puddles of many lost years!
Holding back my time,
I’m a prisoner with no crime.

There’s nothing here to hold because there never was.
It has been so cold,
A time for just because!
Holding back the pain,
My chronic death inside!
I have nothing to lose because there’s nothing to gain.
Holding back the strength of all my earned pride,
I’m just a moment gained with a will that eventually dies inside!


®Registered: 1997  Ann Rich 


Details | Free verse | |

The Purity of the Human Soul

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and temperate"
                                          - William Shakespeare

His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun

For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise

O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun

Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck 
Purifying the light touching your skin

" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul

Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
   For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades


Details | Free verse | |

How Selfishness, The Self Did Betray

How faithfully I gave you priority 
I even built you a Queenly home
As the centerpiece of my Life.

How reverent I was to your desires
I even built you a sacred temple
Where like a star your interests shone, 
As I looked at you; 
Bowed - with glittering eyes.

How every thought I would dedicate to you
Reserving you a special table -
In the Galla where Life's events are held

I even made a status-bearing label
And hung it on your thronely chair.
It simply read 'Honorary Human', 
But around it I inhaled its majestic air

Oh How I did my best to serve you; 
Oh how I always served you first.
How eagerly I took your orders
How promptly I'd respond.
But oh how I failed you self
How I served you 
But did not serve you well.

Self serving was my great expense; 
My intention was to give to you.
Yet nothing was all I bought
For selfishness is worth naught. 


Details | Free verse | |

Room with a View

Room with a View
     by Amy Swanson   12/2008

~ Written for someone dear to me ~



She sits alone
     this quiet room
            feels so empty

echoes her quiet scream.


She barely catches 
     just a glimpse
          of one lonely tree branch

it seems to mock her;


Saying, see,
     I am alone
          but I am free

and you are not.


Why did life
     turn out this way?
            Why is it so difficult

just to live?


Hot tears fall down;
      she silently prays
            that God will somehow rescue her

from this place.


The hours go by;
     days and minutes
               all turn into months

and years -


At times it seems unbearable
      where did the time go?
              Where did life go?

joys exchanged for fears


She sighs so deep
      within her spirit
               just another day -

they are all the same.


But she is resigned
      to this hollow existence
             weary silence

in this room with a view.


Details | Concrete | |

The Shapes of Me

                                            My life has  many  shapes
                                            I can be such a...  square
                                            no need to be somewhere
                                            no exciting story to  share
                                            off in space I simply stare
                                                          
                                                          but..
                                                       at times
                                                 I do get out there
                                          try to be a diamond if I dare
                                                curse that wild hair!
                                                   To shine is rare
                                                         not fair
                                                          then..
                                                           
                                                            my
                                                      life is much
                                                   like a circle that
                                                  goes round about
                                                    predictable  no
                                                       doubt  and
                                                        centered
                                                        
                                                           
   

                                              
                                                          
                                                            
                                                     


                                                                     
                                                            
                                                         
      
 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Female Santa clause

She wakes this morning
Got along day ahead
She’s making sandwiches 
Hot soup and garlic bread

She love to feed the homeless
She sees on the street
She will drive around the city
To give them something to eat

She goes to the hospital
She love to helps the elderly
She always volunteers 
To keep them company

And to save the animals
She campaigns tirelessly
And she will never stop
Till they are all free

She goes to the orphanage
She love to make the children smile
She runs for cancer charity
In the New York 10 k mile

She protest to stop the wars
And to free Palestine
She doesn't like religions
To control people minds 

They cutting down the rain forest
She would love to stop it now
She goes to the Amazon
And stand in front of the plow

She would loves to stop genocide
She loves to give donations
She would love to stop poverty
From every nations

She fights for the hopeless
To end their misery
And against all the oil spills
That kills fishes in the sea

She stands for human rights
Against so many countries 
She loves to save humanity
And to spread equality

And she love to tell me 
Of all the wonderful things she does
She is just an angel
And a female Santa clause 

And I love to hear her talk
Of all she would love to do
And I know she wouldn't stop
Till they all come true


Details | Senryu | |

' More Will Rise ...' 71st Senryu

‘ More Will Rise … ’  71st  Senryu


  They Shoot Messengers
They Cannot Kill The Message
   More Rise, To Tell It ! …


Details | Limerick | |

The Last Laugh?

Democracy now that is a laugh
When the voting is all stacked with graft
And I will give you a plug
If you punch out that lug
If you believe me you’re really daft!

You say you’re poor and you’re not real able
To put food and some bucks on the table
Just right say the rich
Starve and don’t *itch
Or drop by and muck out my stable!

Grad’s from Vassar and Yale all abhor
Those in Appalachia with dirt floors
But they own the coal mines
And their wealth is refined
They won’t mess up their minds keeping score.

You can’t get a real education
In this righteous American nation
Well go read a book
Or go shoot a crook
Rise to your appropriate station!



Details | Epic | |

The Messenger

The bard’s tale begins here, without remedy,
This telling of here is, there is, and tomorrow is,
Predestined works of meticulous perception,  
A prophetic hunter searching inside the anecdotal,
Over uncountable eons for his vague lucidity,

An eremitic nomad perceiving his journeys path,
Being sculpted and painted upon times medium,
Recurrently seduced by the thirst of obligation,
Into the pinnacle of death’s unabated progression,   

Quintessential holy man distorted by august lunacy,
Avant-garde purpose and innate coolness,
A prophet of constant deviating certainty,
An amalgam of the inevitable impetus of here and then,

Derived from the presage of opportunity,
Distinguished by fate to eternally struggle,
As a combatant upon the fields of our history,
Revered triumphancy amongst pain ridden turmoil,

Swathed in esteem and overwhelming omnipotence,
The divine sojourner moves ever forward to eternity,
Polished in the ineffable glow of foresight,
He continues down the pathway to do his biddings


Details | Rhyme | |

I Rejoice In Knowing God

I Rejoice In Knowing God!

I will cry out to God with my voice!
I take safety in him and rejoice!
I shall seek him in the day of trouble!
He’ll pick me up, when I stumble!
I know that he listens, and is always there!
I shall seek each day, alone in prayer!
I shall remember the Lord’s faithful deeds!
He gives me strength, and meets my needs!
I meditate on his words, and wonders performed!
He picks me up, when I feel defeated and scorned!
He is God and shines with an awesome brightness!
He brings everlasting love, peace and kindness!
Behold!  He is God!  His power is demonstrated!
His beauty among the heavens, has been demonstrated!
He is God!  And shall forever reign supreme!
He is my God!  My righteousness and everything!

By Jim Pemberton   09/09/13


Details | Blank verse | |

Ink and Paper History

Black and white photographs
Ink and paper history
Of  faces and places unknown to me
Images faded, edges tattered and worn
Stored in the small wooden box where dolls once lived
Retrieved from the closet when relatives come
Together they  laugh and remember 
The car, the house, the dog, the war
The friends who have since passed on
Promising that some day 
They will note the names and the places - 
But each time the box is retrieved 
The memories fade 
Like the names and the faces
Of the friends who are now gone.


Details | Rhyme | |

May We Seek Godly Wisdom


“The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.”
This is an important part
 of God’s kingdom!

Seeking Godly wisdom is what we must do…
If we’re going to live how God wants us to!

God’s wisdom is filled with love and purity!
Man’s “wisdom” is but 
“meaningless vanity!”

Fearing the Lord and seeking his ways…
Will strengthen us and brighten our days!

God is wise and gives the best choices…
We must listen to HIM.  Not other voices!

His wisdom brings hope when all seems lost!
We must lay our worries at the foot of the cross!

Obeying his instructions is very smart and wise!
It helps us not to do what seems good to our eyes!

God’s wisdom brings comfort and much gladness!
It will guard your life with his true happiness!

Won’t you seek his wisdom
 in all you endeavor?
His blessings will follow you
 today and forever!

By Jim Pemberton 


Details | Rhyme | |

How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?

How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ?


Daisies are Stubby,
Daffodills have a Spout,
Watch out for Cupid,
For He's Sure to be Out.

Poppies are Red,
Forget-Me-Nots are Blue,
Be Sure to get Flowers,
For your Little Missy-Sue.

Marigolds are Short,
While Sunflowers are High,
Chocolates are Sweet,
Prepare for your Cutie-pie.

Pink Pansies with Petals so Soft,
Lily of the Valleys that Smell so Sweet,
This Time and Day you Must Share,
Dinner on the Town will Be a Nice Treat.

Some Flowers like to Climb,
While many Others Seem to Crawl,
A Smile - Tight Hug with a Gentle Kiss,
Realizing your Efforts were Worth it ALL !


Written by William Arthur Tell

Lu 12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto 
you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.


Details | Rhyme | |

a stones throw from hell

a stones throw from hell
around the corner from jail
big city of dreams
and small schemes for mail
we touch and go in the 'hood
and it don't look good
young brotha at the park
the little engine that could
the wrong side of the tracks
ya little puffs of smoke
aint from the weed
it's 'cause you don't got a coat
a lifetime of abuse
the nieghborhood is a noose
gettin' tighter everyday so
what the hell is the use
they might call it the game
but to me it's insane
can't deal with the pain
i pray to God for a change


Details | Limerick | |

Quit Calling Me

<                                          good tarnations  .......  to this darn nation

                                            economic woes   .......  our money goes

                                                      all we are is .....   numbers

                                                      to good ole ....... Uncle Sam

                                             
                                             don't you just hate being called ....... sometimes







Entry For
John Freeman's Contest
Citizen Or Subject
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Ocean of Emotion

There’s an ocean of emotion, floating though my mind, and I’m drawing on the last things said. The more I think about it, the more I want to cry, and the past four days I’ve remained in my bed. My brain is ignoring my conscious state. Life around me seems of Twisted fate. The hour is that of getting late, which Seems as though it’s working against me. It’s been days since I last ate. My stomach contorted and aches. I keep popping these aspirin like there candy, my hair so dirty it’s sandy. Next I’ll be asking if you got a liver handy. I’m in need of my best mate If nothing else to clear my mind scape That’s seems great, but I haven’t talked to him as of late, and I’m not sure that it’s healthy, using him as an emotional escape My reality, a myopic view Thoughts so deep, this is where my image machine stews Pointing out all the things I’ve done wrong O dear god How long must I go on


Details | Alliteration | |

Kerckhoff

Caresses and Kisses

Pockets and Playfulness

Bras, Beauty and Belt loops


Details | I do not know? | |

THE MONKEY IS A PRIMATE

                                



                   

Did the monkey learned to speak, through the passing of the years;
And is the jackal still there laughing while the dove does cry its tears.
     It's said our axle is off balance, as we spin out of control
     And the elements are angry but the monkey doesn't know.
Collecting his bananas; does the primate suits his needs
while the eagle watches from above as he feeds on excess greed.
      The beings of the universe have argued from the start
       they say the monkey of the planet will break the makers heart.
They call the planet mother but tit seems the infant suckled not
And does the monkey lack convictions; and his collections soon may rot.
         Is it we who like the monkey, that takes so little care
         with no thought for tomorrow, will we leave the planet bare.
It all seems but relativity where what is now may someday be
imploded back into its self but like the monkey we don't see.


Details | Free verse | |

Done For Good

Her look that day,
Should have told me everything she could not say.
Unprepared, I stared.
She walked away.
As she tossed our ring,
I felt the sting.

If I’d known then
How I feel today,
I'd heal the abscess and my heart’s decay,
Before her affection left me there that day.

JS Lambert


Details | Rhyme | |

ASPIRE TO INSPIRE

Some people dream about being a star,
a gorgeous vacation, a house or a car.
Some dream of making that game-winning play.
Others may dream of a place far away.

For many it’s simply acceptance they seek,
courage, that they should no longer feel weak.
Some are consumed with making a name,
a quest for great riches, fortune, and fame.

For me, it’s quite simple, my one true desire,
is help people find their passion and fire.
What is it inside that tears at their soul?
What is their cause, their purpose, their goal?

I’ve found that if I inspire others to find,
the talent that’s buried somewhere in their mind,
then I too will somehow accomplish it seems,
the thrill of observing them capture their dreams.

So, let me ask you, because you have asked;
Do you have a dream you have taken to task?
And if it has no body laughing at all,
know that your dream is likely too small.


Details | I do not know? | |

Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


Details | Nonet | |

Spinning Round In Passage

Spying on occupants of interplanetary Earth,
All hands aboard, their watching us now,
And have been since the planets very disrupting birth.

Moving closely now and hide being their sun,
Catching how we hold away their gun,
And study how it circles around every thing,
About it and how it works.
 
Wide open now we're nearly done,
I just want to show them the quirks,
Stuff we have done and how we've been having fun,
Scooting round our dirt, Finding out the sum,
So we can see past our sun I want to show them the perks.

Like how we hold them closer now but can see clearly past,
where they have traveled and really how hard they have worked. 
We see clearly now and no one understands how but now we see how Their system lurks and their almost past us now, thats really fast,
How they travel I can't believe we've intertwined and I am grieving down, 
Because I don't know how but we've watched them now,
And they go on by, I guess our planet Earth succeeds us now,
And it's as if God has put us formerly to work.
 
  Chain letters


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


Details | Narrative | |

What's on the Cover

What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson


"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.

Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.

She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.

She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.

She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.

She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.

Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.

Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.

Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings

of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.

She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize

she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.

She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.

This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.

If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.


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Honestly

Honestly I wish I was braver, 
taller,
my nose smaller, 
my fingers longer,
hair blonder, teeth whiter, 
my thighs firmer 
I wish I woke up earlier, 
wasn't so late, 
Read more, 
Cared more, 
Loved more,
Danced more, 
I wish I tried harder,
wasn't so negative,
smiled longer, 
stood straighter,

Honestly...I wish people weren't so Honest.


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15 Minutes Of Quatrain Fame Oxymoron

no matter how many
media are used
just a few will know
what's unique about you.


Details | Acrostic | |

You Snooze You Loose

<                                        Artist searching for a muse
                                          Creativity is the key
                                          Recant those memories 
                                          Open your heart and soul
                                          Start spreading the news
                                          There's poetry to be found
                                          Inside each and everyone of us
                                          Can't you hear the music

                                          To the beaten drum
                                          Whistle while you work
                                          Or you'll snooze and lose




Entry For
Jared Pickett's Contest
Acrostic 2
G.L. All


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Lady Justice

Revered Lady Justice
Balance truth and fairness
Restore to crime victims
Tranquility, peace, calmness

In all objectivity
Reveal cloaked identity
Omit fear or favor
Moral rightness never waiver

~Camille Rose Castillo 2011



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Softly

I think I’m starting to realize 
How much I took for granted 
As time goes by, and heartache 
I hear your voice softly… 

I didn’t know how to love you 
All I know is that I wanted to 
Now that we’re apart 
The clock ticks on, softly… 

I wish getting over you 
Was easier than this 
Perhaps it’s because you 
Touched my heart softly… 

Parting is such sweet sorrow, 
When the pain comes too soon 
Loving smiles turn into something else 
As time passes none too softly… 

When the skies turn 
like gray, dust inside my mind 
and then the rain comes, 
dripping to the ground, softly… 

Now whenever I see a rose 
Or think of springtime breezes 
I see your eyes in my mind 
The tears fall softly… 


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And the Voice Said-----

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert


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' Guess Who's Coming To Dinner - (1)...' 69th Senryu

‘ Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner – (1) … ’  69th  Senryu


    Just Ask Gomer Pyle ...
' Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner ? '
    Big,  “Surprise, Surprise !”


(Also, One Of My Past Favorite TV Shows)


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' Politics & Religion ... ' 68th Senryu

‘ Politics & Religion … ’  68th  Senryu


People Say Don’t Talk
  Politics or Religion
  Every Topic: Both …




Whether, It's Making Love,
or Making Money, Family, Crime,
Songs, Our Poems, Our Lives, How We Live It
All, Are Defined by and Every Topic Lists It &
Comes Back To:

What We Believe In and ---       Religion
What We Can Achieve and ----- Politics
Who Will Help Us Achieve It ...   Religion or Politics


Details | I do not know? | |

why do people listen

people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then 
just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and 
they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person 
wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out 
there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last 
longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be 
able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of 
you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as 
many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for 
them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if 
you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and 
try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed 
at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be 
popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth 
it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what 
it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that 
i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with 
the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know 
what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would 
just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be 
different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like 
me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear 
and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and 
use it to become a better person and be a happier person.


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Wildness

I felt my thoughts run wild
 Was I really a demon child
 Thoughts tightened my head grew light
 I hoped my expression was on my face right
 
I absorbed your statement surety taking flight
 Your questions growing old
 Your coming across as way to bold
 So this is the child you stole
 
Standing here now I felt guilty as sin
 My emotions had just let little old Peace walk right in
 I was sure that without me the child's future was dim
 So I filled her right up to the rim
 
Without me here she surely would be condemned
 Who would look for me now I live in the brim
 
As I fought the fear
 Of having you here
 It hurt to the bone
 Making her a home
 
So I opened the door
 But her back to where she was before
 Because I love her even more
 I stay here to even the score


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"V~O~V"

"V~O~V"


IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE


COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE MISERY,SO NOW I'M KEPT AT A DISTANCE
ALL I EVER WANTED OUT OF LIFE,WAS TO RECIEVE AS MUCH CARE AS I GIVE
BUT MOOT IS TH' FACT,THEY WANT ME OUT OF MIND N' VIEW
LITTLE IT IS KNOWN,OF TH' AFFLICTIONS I MUST ENDURE...FOR THEM


IF I WROUGHT MIRACLES AT WILL,TH' MEEK WOULD 'DEED RULE
SINS OF TH' SHAMELESS,WOULD ALL BE MADE KNOWN
A SILVER'D SCREEN OF TH' SKIES,WOULD DISPLAY THEIR DESECRATIONS
VICTIMS OF THEIR TRESSPASSES,WOULD DECIDE OF THEIR FATES


FAR FROM BEING PERFECT,I TOO...WOULD BE ASHAMED
BUT FOR SCARLET OF PAST BREACHINGS,I WOULD BEG FOR TH' BLANCHING
NEVER THAN LESS...THEIR WILL WOULD BE DONE
FOR FUTILE IS FORGIVENESS,IF NOT TRULY...


...IT IS WON



~AZAZA~'09


Details | Senryu | |

' A Snake In The Grass ... ' 19th Senryu

‘ A Snake In The Grass … ’    19th Senryu



    A Snake In Tall Grass
Strikes, Bites and Cruelly Laughs …
     ‘ Did It Hurt’  It Asp


Details | Senryu | |

' Movie Reel ... ' 52nd Senryu

‘ Movie Reel … ’      52nd   Senryu


                   Your Movie Life Real ?
                   DVD, Celluloid Wheel
                 ... Or Film For His Will


( Ok, Back To Transformers and G. I. Joe Movies - LOL)


Details | Pantoum | |

My Fantasy Sister

A rewrite of the previous,,after reading it again the one before this,,, I felt it was sending the wrong message,,,,,,at first to me it was what I wanted to say about my make believe sister,,,,,,only that the lines I wrote, could be mis-construed to another meaning.


She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.
Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is not exactly good or even bad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.

Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.
She has no mother, not even a dad.

She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
Impossible you say, this could never be,
She has no mother, not even a dad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.

Impossible you say; this could never be.
Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,

Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
She is not exactly good or even bad.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,
She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.

By Cecil Hickman

Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Pantoum 


Details | Free verse | |

As The Buzzard Flies

Another episode of out on the porch:

It is cold out here
That is compared to the heat 
Of mid-summer forward

One lone buzzard
Glides on the air current
Wonder if he is a scout
Searching for food

Maybe a young bird
Wanting to be free
Or maybe an old bird
Wanting to spread his wings
And float on freedom air

Soar to new heights
Experience new love
Or doing exactly what he wants
When he wants

He's gone _short lived flight
A crow joined him briefly
I guess he didn't want an old crow
Cawing and interrupting his new found freedom
So like life__ old buzzards
Wanting to fly free without an old crow along

Wonder how long it will take for them to realize 
That they have ignored the best that life has to offer


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Day, Was A Holy Day ... '

This Day, Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound

Like An Echo of Joyous Children
Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing
Or Like Angels Were Cheering … 
That’s What … It Was Like Hearing !

And It Poured Like A Pitcher
Cool, and Smooth and Clean
Slanting On My Window
Inspiring Me To Sing:

 - - - - - - -

“  Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Today … Nothing Is The Matter
Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter
Inside, We’re All Together

Washing Away Every Tear
Rinsing Away, Every Fear
Refreshing Every Year … 
… Raindrops, Touched Our Dears “

- - - - - - -

This Day, Water Came In Streams
But No Thunder or Lightning Screams
Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams
And Later, Rainbow Gleams

(And Waiting For Tonight’s Moonbeams) …

Today … Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound …


Details | Didactic | |

The Meaning of Life

Forgive my friend
that I would not repent
but I never felt sorry
and never would I regret
anything I said
for true and honest it was.

Although truth sometimes hurts,
the meaning of life it is.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Meter of Hope

We are as we do and nothing more

A meter of hope
A cry to the wicked

Soldiers march to the heartstrings of war

Madness broken by human will
Human nature broken by the insanity of repetition

Millions die for the sake of statistics

Hungry souls devour what they're given

Politicians speak of equality
Some are shot for the sake of truth... and secrecy

The sorrow of our cycle speaks volumes to the children who live in today

We are as we do and nothing less


(Entered in the conest: Politically Educated, Christopher Stones)


Details | Haiku | |

Questionku 18

I slam the door
Leaving screams behind
Is this the end of us?


10 remaining spots for my Questionku  contest, sharpen those questioning minds. At this rate the contest may be closed within the week. Don't miss out on the one and only Questionku contest. This is your chance to make history my friends!


Details | Rhyme | |

Emaciated Sheep

Powerful people know what weakened sheep want;
an ethically weakened hero with power to flaunt.
They want an easy ideological direction,
not actual common sense or introspection,
an excuse for what they are already doing
a leader to ease their guilt in misconstruing.

For them, feelings are tantamount, not acts.
they've been trained that way over the years..
mind's made up; never mind the facts.
They get efensive when truth nears....
The conscience is morphed and no longer applicable
through various worn out buzz lines,
Truth, God and introspection are despicable.

Powerful people know what weakened sheep want;
an ethically weakened hero with power to flaunt.


Details | Free verse | |

Could I Would I

There could be day when I won’t calculate
Or a moment when I would just be foolish. 
I would forget my pros and cons on the car seat 
And jump into the rabbit hole as I flee. 

There could be an hour when the party lights stay on
And the conversations drown in shallow pools
Or I make mistakes that I regret
And endow a tear drop to my cheek.

There could be a time when I like the mirror – 
A fleeting moment in which I really believe. 
I would stop seeking answers in the stars
And looking for peace in deep oceans.

There could be a second when I am not me
And be unfaithful to control
Or shout praises of the devil from the rooftops
And carelessly sell my soul. 


Details | Quatrain | |

Stowaway

Lack of perspective 
on a burdensome life
leaves us in pieces
near a sharpened, slick knife.

Smashing heads yet again,
to the wall I beat mine,
trying to break through
to our friendship in time.

My appearance lacks 
motivation and heart,
locked away in my mind,
I am falling apart.

I don't treat such a treasure
like one should be loved,
stopped giving time of day to 
my friend from above.

Care too much 
and stow it all away,
making it look like I don't care
whether you leave me or stay.

A painful gut feeling may 
nibble at my gray heart,
but I just fear the truth
and I don't know where to start.


Details | Free verse | |

The People

The people moan
                groan
The people mope
                 dope
The people try
                 cry

~   ~   ~  ~  ~ ~ ~
The people believe the lies
ones that are clear
ones in a disguise
The people oft deny
give many tries
seek not the past
Don't ask 
enough
whys?


Copyright McCuen 2009


Details | Rhyme | |

The Road I took

THE ROAD I TOOK

Mr Frost, I so often ponder upon your words of wisdom.
But, now life's struggle receintly left me homeless and forelorn.
Now, the Office of Veteran's affairs becomes a place of safe refuge.
For this homeless Vietnam veteran, no longer hanging upon a ledge.
 
Oh, woe is me, what happened to me, how did I arrive here? Woe is me.
I can't recall the road I took, I don't know what happened. I just cannot see.
I look back at my last journey and it's all a fog.
It's as if I’m experiencing deep grog.
 
I see something strange, I never saw the road I followed, I must have been blind.
Was this the reason I stumbled along and fell behind?
As I try to recall my adventures, all I see is "The road not taken."
I never saw the road I was on, for all I dreamed about was the road I had forsaken.
 
Injured and lame I cried and wished for the road that forked away, an Air Force career.
Tears roll down into a glass of water that for others might have held steady beer.
For it seems, others have fallen harder than my tumble
For, in retrospect, compared to their state, it only seems a stumble.
 
I no longer dream of the road I did not take.
For now, I see the road I did follow.
I see much learning and wisdom on the path which I did stumble and had much strife.
I wish to now begin to aid others to pick up their lives and return to their road of life.
 
My new purpose and goal now shines bright, now I seek to unravel.
So I can get back on my road of life, and this time, really travel.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Gave Us His Truth But Many Reject It

God Gave Us His Truth, But Many Reject It!

God gave us his truth…  But many reject it!
Many have chosen a lie…  
And accept it!

God gave us his word, so we can live by his rules.
Without God in our lives, many have become “fools.”

Refusing God’s holy truth,
 and accepting a corruptible lie!
They believe whatever untruth can “satisfy.”

For this reason, many have
a very confused mind!
As many look for answers
 of various kinds!

God’s word is the only truth to securely build on!
But many have brought confusion
 to build their lives on!

The principles of God’s word, 
give true freedom to all!
Won’t you “wake up?” 
And heed the master’s call?

God is calling everyone to listen to what he’s saying!
It’s time we seek his truth! 
 In humbleness and praying!

The truth of Jesus Christ is the most important thing!
He has the answer to whatever life may bring!

Please allow his precious truth to touch your life today!
He can remove and take
all doubts away!

The words of Jesus Christ ring loud and very clear!
He’ll bring the sunshine in! 
Any darkness will disappear!

By Jim Pemberton    


Details | Rhyme | |

The Blame Game

You cannot grow if you don’t try
Or change all that which you deny
Nor place blame for all your woes
On all the wrongs that you oppose

In feeling righteous without fault
Ensures the barricade of the vault
That holds the martyr forever bound
Desired freedom is never found

You cannot alter what you don’t accept
Remaining thus forever inept
Crying victim for way too long
Becomes yet another unheard song

Our destinies are ours to mold
In making choices strong and bold
Our actions so predict our journey
In making us winners of the tourney

Only truth to self will set you free
Only you can be what you should be
Only you can choose that which you need
And only you can stay fixed or proceed


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Pied Piper Poem ... '

… Was He A Fiend
Or A Friend ?
Where Did He Take
The Children ?

With Gaiety
He Played !
What Childhood
Dreams-Displayed ?

In Each
Cherry-Cheeked Head …
That Followed
Unafraid

… Only Poor Little
Crippled Tom
Sadly, Got Left Behind
At Home

Whose Honest Parents
Were Only Ones Nice
To Pied Piper
And Willing To Pay Price

… and So, Kindly He
Left Their Son
But Took All
 The Other Ones …

Was He A Fiend
Or A Friend ?
They Should Have Paid
 At First, When …

… But Pied Piper Played
His Payback Tune
And Danced Hamlin’s Hearts
…and Raw-Deal To Doom


Details | Rhyme | |

Main Street USA

Politics consistent 
With moral corruption 
Religion at best 
Breeding dysfunction 

Churches pristine
On every corner
While homeless abound
Where is the honor?

The rich at ease 
Out at play 
The poverty-stricken 
Know only dismay 

The wealthy feast 
Indulge in the finest 
The destitute and poor 
Haven't the slightest 

Crime well known 
On America's streets 
Violence in action 
With every heart beat 

Victims seek justice 
Where has she gone? 
Is she hog-tied 
In somebody's trunk? 

Political correctness 
To drastic extremes 
No longer can one 
Express their beliefs

America, take credit
For progression ingenius
But also acknowledge
The brink of madness

We rightfully know
There is a fine line
Between the two
We just can't deny

It seems we're crossing
Into that dimension
With each passing day
Without apprehension



Camille Rose Castillo 

Note* 

Although I love my country and do acknowledge it can never be perfect, I believe it can be less flawed. 




Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Rhyme | |

I Know of A Brother Who's Lost And Confused


I know of a brother, who’s lost and confused… Many of his relationships, he’s already “abused.” He’s not really sure, which direction he’s going… There’s a lot of wise advice, that he’s ignoring! He’s choosing to ignore the God who loves him. And refuses to acknowledge how much he needs him! He decided to leave his family behind him… Perhaps, one day, they’ll be able to “find him!” I pray for this dear brother! He needs prayer! I know that wherever he goes… God is always there! Please, dear Jesus, touch him with your kindness! Without YOU dear lord… He’s walking in blindness! No matter where he goes… Which path is taken! God will always love him! He’s never forsaken! The words of God, must somehow get his attention! To give him a clear path, and a godly direction! May the love of Christ, get a hold of his heart! Coming to Jesus, is a good place to start! Whatever this brother does, or where he goes… Only the righteousness of God, can make him whole! Dear Lord… Be with my brother! That he may know you! During the journey of life, may he learn to trust you! The path of God’s footsteps, gives one a true meaning! May this brother acknowledge God! And start believing! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne

Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He’s alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won’t you humbly come, and accept what he’s given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond In The Rough

The Diamond in the rough has been lost in the masses of panicked flesh
He looks through the eyes of the unnoticed,
He thinks with the questioning of his being,
He only looks to escape the day

The Diamond in the rough only leaves in the night
bereft of joy he entraps his plight
He makes music alone waiting for pain to escape
he looks in the mirror and cries at his face

the Diamond in the rough he's escaped far away
He's tired of the masses he sticks to like clay
He walks the silk plains and travels alone,he's severed all contact with his past and his home

His potential may be realized and maybe it won't
He writes in his soul what his eyes have absorbed
They hear it and like it but they always want more

His soul's been exchanged by demons in suits
For MTV slots, platinum plaques,drugs,sex, and a bust in a room

The Diamond in the rough,no longer there lies
but he's had enough he's decided to fly

The fame and the fortune has darkened his day
It's tragic, but masses proclaim him cliche'

He knew they would view him as weak,and then scared
Nothing else mattered he was always prepared

He couldn't fear fear any longer inside
Alone in a tower a diamond he died


Details | Free verse | |

Judgemental Fools

"Judge not lest ye be judged yourself" Matthew 7:1

That phrase is appropriate.
I am who I am.
I am WHAT I am. 
I make no bones about it.

I am a poet.
I write when I write.
I write what is in my head.
I write what is in my heart.
Some is fiction, some true.
Some of it is scenarios in my busy head.
Some is a dark. Some light.
Some perverse. Some nice.

I am a friend.
One who stands for what I believe. 
Even if my friend is wrong, I stay

I am a lover.
Not in a physical sense.
But a lover I am just the same.

I am a child of God.
Just because I am NOT
A bible thumping, card carrying
Member of a particular church
DOES NOT make me any less 
A daughter of God.
He knows my heart and 
He loves me just the same.

I am tired of people looking 
Down on me because I do 
NOT live their way!!!
This is my life!!!
God gave it to me.
I refuse to be beaten anymore.
I  refuse to have a husband
To take what is supposed to 
Be a act of love and have it
Whenever and however he likes 
It, no matter the hurt.
I refuse to be punching bag!
I refuse to be the wife that smiles
For all the world to see and pity
Because her husband is off screwing
The cute young woman that batted
Her darling eyelashes at him,

I have tattoos.
So what?
So what if I want to 
Date a younger man?
I am a good person.
Take me as I am.
I am me and for ALL 
Of you that judge, I am 
NOT committing any sins.
The only sin I committed
Was believing I am worthy.
I know I am not.
But just because I am
Unworthy does not mean
That I can not have a life.
I will answer to God
In Heaven when My 
Time comes. 
He is the only one 
EVER allowed to judge me.

"Judge not, lest ye be judged yourself" Matthew 7:1


Details | Rhyme | |

Yet, I Still Thrive

Does my face retrace the anger,
of a once distant love affair?
Do my curves exhaust a notion,
that at one time we kindly cared?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my smile rile your insides,
and shadow a subtle act?
Do my hips which sway in elegance,
bestow this monstrous attack?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my laughter force the cringe,
grimaced upon your face?
Do my fingers not gently guide you,
to a once happy, exotic place?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my spirit not depict beauty,
of a once stunning shore?
Do my lengthy legs not confine you,
in perfect synchronization anymore?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my sensuality no longer appease,
the thirst once quenched within?
Do my eyes announce the sadness,
of forever living in sin?
Yet, I still thrive.

Does my lonely heart sob uncontrollably,
noting a broken bond of hate?
Do my tears not convey the purpose,
of two lost souls with opposite fates?
Yet, I still thrive.



Details | Narrative | |

Suture

It’s 3 am
I’m naked & naive
Undressed by shadows
Jetsam of scuttled me
I can feel their fingers
Howling down my back
Lightning crashes
Whispers
Your window cracked

Pull me in
Cast me out
Bleed the truth
Suture my mouth
If hope is dead
Then grieve with me
Caress their silence
Now we’re free

Do you see my face
Sewn by jagged night
My burdened brow
Scorn’s lurid light
Reaching for perfection
In this world we bend
Am I really
Their means to my end

Pull me in
Cast me out
Bleed the truth
Suture my mouth
If hope is dead
Then grieve with me
Caress their silence
Now we’re free

I have no sword
But my pen is spry
Cut me down
These words will rise
Hold my heartbeat
Breathe my last breath
Are you my savior
Am I your friend

Passion and persuasion
Nothing I hate is
Life is love
Your faith my payment


Details | I do not know? | |

OZYMANDIAS II

A modern herald in an ancient land
Announced to whole world this: "A massive bronze
Hand lies beneath some lofty columns grand;
Nearby, a cracked and spit-drenched head, so huge,
The mustached lips yet primed for stern command,
Cold eyes that espied what passions were unleashed
From now freed hearts years-cooped in vise-like grip
Of this same hand but just a while past raised,
Atop a marble pedestal stripped bare
Of titles. Once his very name, but heard
Made subjects cower, freeze, in utter fear!
Soon will this hollow head be wracked by rust,
So, too, this hand that ruled twin rivers lair,
While toppling slowly hailed the waiting dust."


Details | Prose Poetry | |

letters to Mary

I pull my shirt off to check for the bulls eye Today it’s there so I’ll run and hide but to no avail I’m the pawn in your diabolical tale premeditated and calculated guess I missed the cookie crumb trail no clues are friendship was going stale you stabbed me in the back knowing I'm emotionally frail You blind sided me and so likely is the story that it’s just my luck Now I’m always your excuse when your talking about why you can’t drink it up I hope you chock on those lies you poser You’ll never help people your an emotional bulldozer Maybe one day you’ll suffer from real emotional ills Believe when I tell you It Kills Everyday I take a handful of pills even then their is no guarantee There's are days when negativity and overwhelming pressures consume my very being and the crazy thing is the seeing because it’s believing witnessing me in a blank stare I’m conscious, but no one’s there Just - My - Stare Inside I’m busy with my clipper ship I’ve floated upon your hurricane and every little happy moment we ever had has crying stinging pellets of mad


Details | Free verse | |

Excavating A Pulse

By the sour lemon light
through dusty shafts
and cavernous gulfs of darkness for miles,
she crouched.
Examining the find 
with a paintbrush, not for painting,
but for delicately brushing away debris.
A find such as this coiled shivers 
'round her metal spine.
Shivers of the magnitude of discovery.
Shivers filled with memories of what once was.
Echoes from far off darkness 
bounced off her body, sonar style,
and were sent reeling backwards into the black veins.
She concentrated all of her effort on cleaning the find-
there...
and there...
so much debris;
layers of earth, hard packed,
crevices and minute holes, filled with tongue cracking dust,
and the strangest of all -
what looked like some form of ancient, metaled chain,
imbedded 'round and 'round and sunk in the vessel,
covered in gems perhaps held of some value, somewhere.
She worked tirelessly
until the object emerged, took shape
like a hand, attached to an arm, 
attached to a groaning for life body,
being pulled out of quicksand.
Finally, after hours of solitude
and immensity of detailed labor,
she stood and stretched her back and her legs in a caterpillar arch.
Tandem memories and emotions lined up to meet her 
and she shook hands with them one by one
before again dropping to her knees.
She pulled a neatly folded, white cotton, monogrammed handkerchief
out of her back pocket and wrapped the find with shaking fingers.
When she emerged she had a yellow taste on her tongue
from the depths of the earth and one thought only:
"I wonder what everyone will say, when I tell them I found my heart..."


Details | Sonnet | |

The Only Breed

I smoked my pipe and I found some dreams stuck in a seam.
The ancients lifted me up and I saw through crystallize glass.
As I looked the seams popped and scattered into a great mass.
The dreams were set free from my light of a shiny bright beam.
 
Now I have flashing darts in my eyes that shine as I will deem.
Now I am looking at you and you and you as green as the grass.
But that’s okay because now my eyes can gloss you up as brass.
Eventually, I will find a light inside of you with a sparkly gleam.
 
My visions are set up forth,
Free and clear with a deed.
Look to the Star of the North,
You shall find my only breed.
 
Be this to you or be this to me,
Scattered dreams in you I see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Free verse | |

Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


Details | Senryu | |

' Kept Light On ... ' 46th Senryu

‘ Kept Light On … ’      46th  Senryu


      He Left The Light On …
So, We Could Find Our Way Home
     Look Up, Before Gone …


Details | I do not know? | |

Wonderful Wool Patterns

Wonderful wool patterns
On an old man
So obsessed with numbers
He loves enlightenment
And is gullibly glib
The bruises on his brain
Were well-earned through hard work
This space is lined with books for walls
And the titles which I can barely pronounce
A rigid motion around the room
Utters I’m getting too young for this


Details | Cowboy | |