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Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

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


Details | Free verse | |

Devoured

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | 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 | Narrative | |

The Wisdom of a Simple Man

I remember eating dinner in the glow of the burning lamps.
We all dipped our bread into a common bowl of oil.
A little bread, a little cheese, some salt, an apple, a little wine.
But for the salt all the fruits of our own labors. And Gods.
The enjoyment of fellowship and family at table and fireside.
Laughter and the soft sounds of evening chores and talk.
Discussing the work to be done tomorrow and next week.
Telling the old tales,  the good ones, and the family stories.
Children learn who they are from this and will remember.
Maybe a song or two, all voices raised, some sweet, some not.
Childrens prayers before bed, every night, from this comes faith.
A cuddle and a kiss with your wife, to let her know she's beautiful.
A snuggle with her beneath the warm blankets, face on a cool pillow,
And a whispered prayer of thanksgiving before sleep takes you.
God gave every man a brain, two hands and a heart.
With these tools we can build all of these things.
With all of these gifts, who needs more?


Details | Free verse | |

Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013


Details | Free verse | |

A Winter's Tear


A Winters Tear

Latent waves of shimmering vibrations disturb the world,
tossing leaves and forcing grass and trees to weep a lament.
My winters breath is snatched away decimated and lost.
The hidden sun glides the horizon silhouetting the mountains,
grey bubbling clouds smother the raised land with their weight.
Man and beast march head bowed in slow laboured steps,
As if to pass unnoticed like pall-bearers, to the seasons gone.
Passing familiar places they ignore my shuffling gait.
I walk this path of memories each and every day,
sometimes sitting beneath the lonely bridge of dreams.
A winter’s tear blurs my vision, as memories stir my soul,
Visions like scattered diamonds spread out to relive. 
Only to trudge on to journeys end and there to rest for awhile,
Where the warmth of my family will shelter and heat my bones.



Seosamh de Burca 21/11/13


Details | I do not know? | |

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


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

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

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

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

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

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

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


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


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


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


Details | Free verse | |

Jesus, Please Take Over Me

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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Bipolar Realization

If I skip sleep or refuse to take my
med's against my doctor's warning, I hear
radio voices at night in my ear;
the voices unhinge me as no one's nearby 
when I'm bipolar as I fail to comply
with doctors' orders. It's common, I fear--
I am committed two or three times a year.
It puts my whole life on total standby!
Life with my disorder is difficult;
but it also makes life a real challenge,
a test to surmount--a thing to exult
in when I face it and no longer cringe
from my disease as some evil result
of fate that grimly has me on the fringe.




Details | Haiku | |

WHITE COLOR PUMPKIN

                                         White color pumpkin
                                   tastes in seeds and softy skin  
                                            England's novelty

                                              American dish
                                  pumpkin pie thanksgiving wish 
                                        World's people love too 






    For Contest: Sponsored by Carol Brown
    Written by: bldevnath
    31st Oct.2011


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 | |

Dear God: I Can Never Thank-you Enough...

Dear God: I Can Never Thank-You Enough...


Life is Challenging for most Our Days,
We Focus only On our Struggles – Don’t We?
Well Today I Endeavour to Thank-you for Your Ways,
I Hope this will Inspire Others to Join Me !

Oh Give Thanks for the Gift of the Poetry Line,
The Invention of the Ball Point Pen to Create,
Abilities to Share these Heart-felt Thoughts of Mine,
Oh May these Thoughts in my Fellow Man Stimulate.

Creation Alone is Enough for Us to Magnify your Fame,
Stars at Night in all Their Glory with Shapes to Delight,
Flowers I am Thankful for with Unique Beauty of which I cannot Name,
Mountains so High and Valleys so Low everything in Balance just Right.

How about my Vision the Ability to See Alone such a Wonder,
Or with Ears to Hear Rushing Water and Birds Singing,
My Nose to Smell ALL the Treats so Many Kitchens have to Ponder,
Easter Christmas Thanksgiving to Name a Few Good Tidings Bringing.

How do you Write and Finish a Poem of Thankfulness at All ?
With a Mind so Simple Finite and Common Such as Mine…
The Answer is We Don’t this is a Beginning to an Eternal Wall,
Oh God I am So Sorry that I Rarely Ever Give You Time !


Written by William Arthur Tell

Lu 6:35  But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and 
your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto 
the unthankful and to the evil.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bridged Breach

A demised man without
Jesus is dead.
So also living soul without
Jesus.
Jesus manifested
for purposes,
What purposes?
The hopeless.                 
to receive hope,
To set the captives free,
Destroying forces 
Of darkness.
With thirty pieces;he
Manifested.
Dark forces defeated.
Our sins forgiven,sure
Access to the father.
Breach in Adamic time,
Put in oblivion by lasting
Bridge-
access granted.
His love is lasting.
The death of Jesus!
Lo He has resurrected!
He lives!


Details | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


Details | I do not know? | |

Homo Sapiens

"I stabbed a faggot 
in the knees", he whispered.

I wanted him
for bait

To catch some
bigger faggots,
from a pile of

Growing stubble heads
and high-heeled masculinity

They twist,
so I unhook them
to sea [see].


Details | Rhyme | |

His Warm Embrace

The dark of night is mine alone
To spend in silent reverie,
In solo, introspective thought
and not brooding melancholy.

The battle is not mine, but God's.
He's not intended me to fight.
I'm purposed, seems, for something odd;
To witness to His pow'r and might.

I've drifted oft' so far away.
Seems I am that roaming gnome.
Rememb'ring prayer is not my strength
Until the end of day is gloam.

All thanksgiving to the One
Who seasons life with grace.
To taste and see that He is good
Leads to His warm embrace.


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This Thanksgiving Day


During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton


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Giving Thanks This Thanksgiving Day


During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton


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I Am Thankful For

Mom, Grandma, Nancy, Stephen, June
Laughing, talking, cooking past noon

Clean, fresh vanilla candle smell
Messy house means all is well

Christopher, David, Penny, Jan
My dog Short Stack; my biggest fan

Sweet caramel Hershey kiss
Sour lemon Lipton iced tea; Brisk

Melanie, Ashley, little James, Sebastian
Cousins sharing stories with great passion

Sincere talk with my lovely niece
Rough tug a war with my Maltese

Frank, Barb, Allen, Deby, Steve, Debi, husband, wife
All couples with true love in their life

Icy Crytsal Geyser water; cold
Steamy green bean casserole

Myself, Allen, Steph, Rob, Tami, Ron
Texas hold ‘em, reminiscing about Don

Innocent ones filled with love and hope
Raw feelings, finding strength to cope

Alicia, Terry, Frances, Marea, Gayle, Beth, Danielle
Close friends who about anything, I can tell

Together on opinions about men
Apart in our attractions to them

Icy chill in the air forcing others to touch
Friends and relatives we don’t see enough

Hot red bonfire, eggnog with brandy
Cold blue lips, children with candy

Missing my dad, wishing he was here
Taking comfort that others are near

Quiet glances, whiff of cigar smoke
Loud voices, sip of Bacardi and coke

This day is a day I will always remember
Memories to hold until next November

Hate how time slips away too fast
Love this day and want it to last

Here’s a toast to Thanksgiving Day 2010
Until next year when we celebrate again











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A Time For Thanksgiving


During this time, of our way of living… We take a day that we call; “Thanksgiving.” The early pilgrims took time, to thank the Lord. Though there wasn’t much, they could “afford.” They wanted to thank God, for all he gave them! This was their way to really thank him! Over the years, and how this country’s leaning. It seems like we’ve lost it’s true meaning! We’ve so much pleasures and entertainment. I think we’re becoming “complacent.” As many are proud of they’ve “achieved.” Giving thanks to God is seldom received… It’s more than serving a turkey and dinner meal. Isn’t it time to thank God? Who made this all real! As we approach this time of the season… Let’s be thankful to God! And for good reason! He’s given everything we call as “our own.” He’s given our health and our home! It’s no secret what God’s done for you… Be thankful to him in everything you do! He makes it possible for you to be here! Let’s honor him! As Thanksgiving draws near! By Jim Pemberton


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Thanksgiving Day

Getting up from the table, thanksgiving day,
I realized that I will never be happy.  
There is a stare, a stare if you dare,
For the changing of my body, I don’t care if you stare
Because you don’t know what’s going on inside. 

I am nothing but a thread in the carpet,
A stain on the wall that you forgot to wash.
I am nothing but a crumb on your plate
Left behind for the dishwasher
Or the hunger of a dog, after a game of fetch.
i am a cushion on your chair,
you don’t even realize it’s there.
I am the pixel on your tv, computer, cell phone.
Missing one, doesn’t require replacement or tears
Missing all requires all, and that’s all I got.  

I will not become like them!
I will not abstain!
I will permit the raping of my soul,
I will permit the crushing of my brain
I will undo the good training 
And turn it into fears.
I will not undo the evil stares of all those who pretend to care
I will not end up caring for my incomplete indignity.
I wish I could be MORE mean, but I can’t seem to fight it!
Gentleness, as if it could, somehow, contains a greater power in it than force
And gentleness, unfortunately, comes naturally to me.

I don’t know what it means to be happy,
I’ve never been happy.  Why can’t anyone tell!
Because I am also an unrecruited actress, one whom the theater never caught,
Thankfully, those frauds!  I Act out the play, if it’s ok,
I play with words and social skills, as if I had any.  
I’d play with friends if I had any.  There is a healing for the sick


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IN MEMORIAM

  The end of May is coming . . .
  When  the nation celebrates Memorial Day.
  Schools and offices are closed . . .
  It's the summer's first holiday.

  Do we remember why we celebrate today . . .
  Or what the "Stars and Stripes" mean?
  Do we ever remind our children . . .
  Of where our flag has been.

  From Bunker Hill to Yorktown . . .
  And Tripoli to New Orleans.
  From the Halls of Montezuma . . .
  It has waved up in the breeze.

  From Chateau Thierry to the Argonne . . .
  Pearl Harbor, Guadalcanal, Tarawa, and Iwo Jima too.
  From the Cassarein Pass to Messina . . .
  From Anzio, Omaha Beach, Saint-Lo, and Bastogne she flew.

  From Pusan to Inchon . . .
  From Hue, Tan Son Nhut, and places with stranger names.
  From the Mideast Gulf to Bagdad . . .
  And then back home, again.

  Are these just names in our history books?
  I say, "Not at All!"
  They are the reminders of the resting places . . .
  For those who answered the call.

  For Men carried the flag of our country . . .
  Through shot and shell and murderous fire.
  Some of them have never returned . . .
  To their homes and heart's desire.

  Look at the field at Arlington . . .
  The Punch Bowl in Hawaii or the land in southern France.
  Where white crosses grow in the countryside . . .
  For those who did not get another chance.

  And what of those who did come home . . .
  Do we ever really think of them?
  They too, gave a full measure of devotion . . .
  They too, had our liberty to defend.

  So on this day when we grill our burgers . . .
  Or are giving the ballgame a view.
  Take a moment to say a prayer of thanksgiving . . .
  For those whose sacrifice made it possible for you.

THANKS TO ALL THE VETERANS WHO HAVE SERVED OUR COUNTRY . . .  

          GOD BLESS AMERICA!!


Details | Free verse | |

A Charge

There is a charge for the naming of the stars
A week long trip to mars, and a cup of creamed coffee
Alongside a crumb-filled plate.  
There is a fare, a fare, if you dare,
Take a swim in the Delaware
Take a swim in mid-winter.
There is a fate to this loneliness
If you care to see it.
There is time, time to write poems if you’ll give yourself the time,
Time to aspire to your demise,
I no longer despise thoughts of suicide,
They’ve grown to comfort me
And these words, written in solace
Beneath the black ink of the pen 
And the wet salt of my face,
Beneath many thoughts and tears that I can’t describe.
Don’t touch my shoulder, 
My shoulder doesn’t exist.  
Don’t look at my face, I am not a pretty girl. 
Look with the look of a thief, you try to steal my soul,
Give my soul back to me!  
I no longer exist!  
I exist as the beat of hummingbird’s wings and I don’t know what to say about that
Every place belongs to it a different feeling, a different charge
A large charge, a very large charge for the hearing of my fate,
Most ears are plugged to it.
They are plugged to the sound of my decline, 
They choose to hear whatever their ear finds devine,
And I fall, into the dark, unto the candlelight
Which gives me more life than a mother,
A brother, a sister, a timeless friend that I knew,
Grew with, another time
There is a time to grow a time to fall a time to decline.
It’s thanksgiving day and the afternoon and I don’t want to be hear.
I don’t mind hearing the voices from afar, its just when I see your expression 
matching with your face and I feel the meaninglessness of this place and I hear 
the uselessness
Of these sounds, they penetrate my body with a sting,
A sting so sharp it kills my social skills
And solitude has been knocking a long time now 
So I may as well heed his calls.  

Suicide has also been knocking, and I’d like to heed his calls.  
I hate the holidays, they make me so sad. 
I like to look at guns, though I hate violence.  
I like thinking about the day I will shoot myself, 
Though no one can see through me, 
No one knows I have these thoughts,
Though dangerous, that is the way that I like it.


Details | Ode | |

I came upon a THANKSGIVING night





                                                 I came upon a Thanksgiving night
                                               With a GOBBLE of presents in my hand
                                                Even though it is not yet SANTA
                                               November 23 is fine to celebrate both at one time
                                               The gift of Sharing is indeed mine to hand nice
                                               Before we say grace and have Turkey & rice
                                               Mother is here,cooking up the sauce
                                               Father,nearly ready..to cut that delicious Meat
                                               The World upon a Thanksgiving Meal
                                                Wandering but Wondering..When will the
                                               homeless receive their fair share,a deal
                                               They are strangers yet are part of our family
                                              To cherish as honest and bright
                                               Come into our home on this Thanksgiving delight