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Details | Ballad | |

Indian Girl

--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On the day she was born, the wind blew in, 
A blessing ---her soul, fallen from the heavens
A  gorgeous puff of smoke, Miss Virginia Slim

Able to walk the world with an open mind, she twirls
Pocahontas, one of her many names. 
She carves, and climbs on trees, this little Indian Girl, 
Her feathers ride with the wind, against her red titian skin
Daughter of Chief Powhatan, a powerful tribal, red man 
Peace and love with the Indians of her Virginia Lands,

Many myths, many stories, maybe a mad woman, 
A new Christian, living sad poverty, a silent hero, 
Twisted tales, from savage green to ivory white religion
In her eyes, life never was about greed and skin
Her new look, attained an altitude precision
Pocahontas, tricked and captured, 
Set to sail another tribe, lands were taken over, 
Boat sailed out of Virginia Lands

Tribes acclaimed her to be wild and ambitious
"The naughty one," searching for admission
Native American child, before princess, 
Her beautiful soul, a short auspicious beginning
Leaving her world, beautiful and fearless
Forgetting her roots-- From Mother Willow's Vision 
Pocahontas, the Indian Legend from, The Virginia Lands

by;PD


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Insanity or Death

Insanity or Death

Life begins with insanity~~
~Your soul is kicking and screaming, 

Ready to exit with the touch of human hands.
Insanity rides on a gallant stallion ready to pant.
Hides in the mind, mourning its captive soul. 
Ready to breach over holding its breath.
Projecting in and out without a guide.
Bites away at the feast, enchants for freedom.  
From the lips……….....
Taking length against a world of dilemmas, 
Contrasting to a never happy end.
The epidermis cover every wall of insanity.

To live, to eat, and to suffocate it determination without air.
Dramatically hallucination against its will of no wells.
Until it realizes it can drink without water.

No further needs a slumber.
The mind-bends and unfolds to ordinary jolts, 
When left to human consummation.
Insincerely bidding and cutting to die in the sleep.
Is how it pleads!

Graves where dreams have no meaning.
Caves where goodness can be redeemed.
A temple of misguided fortune.
All respect lost to this infection,
The patients’ weight distracted from an antidote.

The madness begins too finds admiration-
That makes catastrophe go on and on.
The psychosis of the mind and mockeries of them will never be gone
Dictating in everything wrong,
Layers of cramped bricks, level the isolation.

Death drags its feet off into this infinite helix world.
A source of light breeding out of darkness.

"Sanity is no friend of mine!"
Insanity is earth herself, 

Where there is life, there is a reason, 
Where there is reason, there is madness,
Where there is madness, there you are,   
Feeling nothing………………...
Lost in darkness................ 

~Your soul is kicking and screaming
Life ends with death~~

by:pd


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Lucila

So I walked into my local supermarket
to buy my weekly shipment of Kit Kat bars,
Cinnamon Toast Crunch,
and Ovaltine powder mix.

As I shake off the snow on my fake Timberland boots,
my skin,
coated in frozen animation,
thaws into warmth’s teardrops from
the supermarket’s 75 degree vents.

This moist sense of happiness was quickly interrupted
when I heard Wilson Phillips, “Hold On”
over the PA system.

Thankfully, the cutlery isle was just to my left. 
So, now, I had plans!

But, before I could commit felony’s song,
I saw her.

A Portuguese goddess
with a strut that can ruin a man’s dignity.

She had Autobahn curves,
dark brown curls of hair & visuals,
and thick flesh meat that even Vegans would envy.

Her face lacked Maybelline coated misapprehension.
Thank God!
Cause I never did like clowns.

After staring longingly at her,
like a crack head with impulsive eyes upon a broken/unlabeled bag of baby powder,
she breezed past my stifled posture and clocked in to work.

She didn’t even get a chance to smell my $500 cologne called “Piece of Me”.

So with new-found urges to grab all my groceries,
like a burglar who really has to pee,
I rush to express checkout. 

There she is.

Her register beeps in coupon lady’s rhapsody,
while my register needs a cleanup on Isle 9.

Now it’s my turn.

With girlish inner-screams of boy-band intensity,
I say, “Hi”.

She scans my apples, while I scan her melons.
The melons that the customer ahead of me didn’t want…
…they were on sale.

Go fig.

As if she read my mind,
she asks,
“Are you feeling warm now?”

“All I want is to be the heat in your moment”,
which I almost said.

But, “Now I am”, is uttered.

As she smiled with seductive demure,
she handed me my receipt
with her phone number on back.

As I left the market,
I began to get cold again.

These winds of change
became gusts of numbness.

I locked myself out of my heart.

I turned around to go back inside.

Only to discover, 
she didn’t have the key.

© Drake J. Eszes


Details | Verse | |

The Tide of Time

Washed
up
on the
shore

broken
by
the
ocean's
roar

waiting
at
the
foot
of
heavens
door

I
touch
her
fading
beauty
with
my
trembling
hand

a
broken
shell
lying
in
the
burning
sand

~~~

Author:  Elaine George


Details | Haiku | |

Enlighten Me

"Haiku of enlightenment"

all explanations 
a perceptive, world of green
mocking the land

summoned bird calls
tantra and morality 
zestful garden-----------------  in waiting 

by;pd


Details | Rhyme | |

The Pirates Life

    He stands upon the salty,slippery deck,
Yelling yaargh matey ,
with a halfhearted pirate drawl.
He's not to impressed with himself,
not an eyepatch or wooden leg,
not even a hooked claw.
The parrot on his shoulder,
is a wannabee,
a sparrow that fell from the Crowsnest, 
from high up above.
It has no quips ,or spikes,
or pirate quotes,
just nesting on his shoulder 
with birdly kind of love.
Aye captain the crew responds,
snapping to their chores.
Tend the wheel ,lash the mainsail,
take the soundings
 less we hit a reef.
The sea going life is not for every man,
walking the plank,storms and rickets.
Crabs in your knickers ,
really give you grief.
Aah but when the wind fills the sails to bursting,
yards of canvas strain to be free.
And the ropes play ,sea going music
of a tension melody.
A song that captures
every young buccaneers heart ,
and soul and fancy.
For the music of the wanderers life,
an endless expanse of blue,
bravehearts and fearless men find,
quite a bit too chancy.
Black Beard,Yellow Beard,
the famous Captain Blood,
were all fearless pirates of their day.
He truly knows that he can be,
a great one too.
If he could ever find that bleeping map,
and escape this landlocked bay.


Details | Limerick | |

Sweet and Salty -LIBRA TALE

      LIBRA  TALE

Sweet and Sour hectic sign
Love me, trust me, the stars align
   Balance of truth and dare
   Good and Evil, full of care 
Blind when it comes to blood line


 
:) PD


Details | Narrative | |

Pride of the Motherland

Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness by his side

Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Guides by my side with packs on their backs
Some paths steep with rocks
Boots slipping below our tired feet
Beautiful birds in unison flight
Moving with terrestrial light
Stunning sunlight summit on the peak

Praying in an Ethiopian Church
Preserved in rocks built by humans’ hands 
Never touched by conquest plans
Protected from the invaders’ footsteps
Queen of Sheba and Solomon’s nest
Touched by Arch of the Covenant
Mary, Joseph, and Jesus once slept

Eating yam, sipping palm wine, and tasting milk
Freshly squeezed by experienced hands
Taste of life in the mosaic grassland
Sustaining and soul refreshing
Cradle of humankind adorning
Invaded for its gold, riches, and human capacity
Birth of life on earth with tenacity

Respecting its living and arduous journey
Essence of life once was and is again to come
Riding a camel across the hot Sahara sand
Once wet now dried, exported gold from Mali…
Treasures from the hearts of once African empires
That which was, is, and shall forever be
Africa the birthing Motherland
We still love and respect thee!

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

Seventh Place Winner
"African's Pride" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Adeleke Adeite
June 30, 2010

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


Details | Narrative | |

Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the banks.
Istanbul is a lady with secrets
She'll lure you with her unrevealed virgin beauty,
Then seduce you with her ancient lovers.

Grilled sardines filled my charger
Fish pulled from the strait just minutes before,
Lay garnished with parsley and mint .
Red pickled turnips and warm flat bread
Are the implements that help feed me 
And scoop up the humus,
Turkish nourishment for my soul.

The empty plates are cleared by a handsome waiter
With dubious intentions I feared,
But I was flattered none the less.
A bowl of yogurt was placed before me,
And my admirer arrived with a comb of honey.
He held it high above the creamy cloud and let the heavy ochre
languidly pour atop the milky whiteness of delight.
After his seduction,he left me alone to my pleasure
As I lapped at the sweet and sour heavenly temptation,
that parted my lips and elevated my being.

As I recovered from my rapture, two eyes caught mine.
The heathen that destroyed my diet approached the table uninvited.
He pulled up a chair and sat down across from me.
In his hands, a cup.
He offered to tell me my future.
White, small, as fragile as an eggshell with the top lopped off.
Within was a dark tea with floating leaves.
In a chivalrous attempt at English conversation,
He handed me the libation and the offer to read the remains.

I, alone in a man's world, unmarried, and of a certain age,
Did not need encouragement and I accepted his offer.
I drained the tea in one gulp and returned it to his hands.
He placed the cup in one palm , then turned it upside down,
Allowing the remaining fluid to drip out around the cup and onto the table.
Once the cup was upright again he studied the leaves, then he spoke.

His voice was soft, at times , unintelligible
His reading was honest, and truthful, and painful.
His prophecy, amusing, and entertaining
His vision and it's accuracy were astounding.

Fifteen years later, the leaves delivered on their promise.
Long fluid lines inside the cup foretold of a marriage,
To a man who  would cross a sea to find me.
Two shorter drippings were the children that now delight me.
The  tea ring that he was able to complete around the cup ,
Was the warmth of a love that would soon envelop me.


Tea, anyone?





Details | Light Poetry | |

BUTTERFLIES

Butterflies

Clouds passing away swiftly.
Like the desert sand.
Laying peaceful on the ground.
Seeing the worlds silent stand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
While my life slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking one last glimpse in my eye.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
Not wanting a reason to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky. 
Fully departed from my body where I lay.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessing all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Who where also carried by butterflies.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep inside the skies.
When your life on earth is done.
You will also be carried by butterflies.

If for some reason you are carried of by bats.
It is your own fault.
You will be put in a dark cave with the rats.
All alone locked in your own vault.

       I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY


Details | Narrative | |

New Road

In a new road,
Rain will fall,
Wind may blow,
Swifting our woe.

The road forever on and on,
Many paths to choose,
Many paths to take,
Home behind,
World ahead...

Through the shadows,
Through the night,
Clouds going by,
There we will lie,
Very deep,
Seeing shivered land,
Seeing the dead seas...

Through the edge,
Miles to go,
Singing by,
Darkness rising,
Vanishing light,
Hollow flourishing,
Going by,
World ahead,
Home behind...

Rain may fall,
Through the nightfall,
Through the twilight,
Through the dusk,
Through the dawn,
Beyond mountains,
Beyond stones,
Standing strong,
Wandering lost,
World ahead,
Home behing,
Paths on and on,
'Till the road comes along...


Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


Details | Rhyme | |

ACTING OUT

.            Acting Out

Standing, lying, falling, crawling, I keep trying, crying, lying, rhyming, love is blinding
I play, obey, eat, -I digest, caress the softness, when I'm blinking, I'm found sinking 
I find myself thinking, walking, talking, mocking, craving, misbehaving, and dreaming
Shake, break, my heart can't take, I smile, in style, small thoughts, are all I got
I'm lazy, hazy, I get crazy, I shout, when in doubt, Acting Out, that's what I'm all about

By:) 


Details | Narrative | |

The Devil's Tide

I looked up at a silver moon 
Peering through a cloud of misty gloom 
As we sailed across the Atlantic Sea 
That fateful night in June 
 
And as I stood upon the bow 
A furrow crossed my troubled brow 
When I saw a dying star fall from the sky 
As the wind out of the north 
Began to cry 
 
'Twas then with fearful heart 
I came at last to realize 
That we were sailing 
On a wave of ill-tidings 
Known as 'The Devil's Tide' 
 
For no omen of the sea 
Brought more fear than thee 
A fallen star -  a silver moon 
Together in the month of June 
If legend true would surely bring us doom 
 
So with no trace of land in sight 
We sailed onward through the night
I -  the Captain 'Louie Lou' 
With my faithful crew 
Aboard the 3 mast schooner 'Angel - of the Blue' 
On canvas wings we flew 
Upon the wailing wind that blew 
 
Then suddenly a hush of malaise 
Crushed the summer night
Filling all the crew with dreadful fright 
As all the stars in heaven lost their light 
And the silver moon dipped completely out of sight 
Leaving us to drift without guidance 
To our unknown plight 
 
An eerie sound began to roll out of the west 
Growing louder and louder as we held our breath 
Until it was upon us and the ship began rise 
As we looked in horror into the Devil's eye 
As the Angel of the Blue began to fly 
Up the Devil's breast she climbed 20 fathoms high 
 
One by one the Angel's wings were torn away 
As she fought to save us from the Devil's rage 
Screams of horror falling from her timber sides 
As the crew fell into the Devil's tide 
 
And I -  tethered to the helm -  watched them die 
As we climbed even higher into the Devil's eye 
And as the Angel's body creaked and cracked
We finally scaled the crest and rode upon the Devil's back
Just before I fainted and my world went black 
 
I woke up in the morning high on a mountain side 
Never knowing just how I had survived 
knowing only that my Angel and my crew had died 
 
~~~ 
 
Many years have come and gone since then 
And I am forever haunted by each and every one of them 
My faithful crew and my mighty 'Angel of the Blue' 
 
I see their faces in my dreams 
As I awaken to their screams 
Wishing, too -  that I had died 
But someone had to live 
To tell the tale of the 'Devil's Tide'.

~~~~~~~~

Author:  Elaine George
Entry for contest:  Legends
Awarded:  First Place





Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My Window

In the middle of my plain white wall
There is a plain white window
And next to my plain white window
Is where I sit in a plain white dress
On a plain white chair
And every morning the sun rises
And every evening the sun sets
I see them all from my window
They are very pretty
With many colors
And then one day
A man stops by my window
He calls to me as I sit
In my plain white dress
On my plain white chair
He calls to me to tell me of the world
That I may come and join him
But I have seen the troubles of the world
All beyond my window
And I say to him I'd rather stay
And sit here by my window
Where troubles cannot reach me
He smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
Though the next day he is back again
And he talks to me of grass
Of green lush grass that is soft enough to walk on barefoot
I tell him of the glass that is hidden among the blades
He just smiles a sweet sad smile as he walks away
And back again he comes
To tell me of the ocean and sandy beaches
With white sand so pure you can lay naked upon it
I shake my head and tell of the pirates
That come to kidnap young and pretty girls
He smiles his sweet sad smile as he walks away
The next day he walks softly to my window
And he tells me of a garden untouched by men
Where flowers are the size of children
And blooms reach to the heavens
He tells me of the grass that hides no glass
Of a sky that is of the brightest blue
And a stream that is so pure you can
Be unwary of drinking from it
He talks of fish and birds of indescribable beauty
All this he tells me is mine
I must only leave my window and I may see it
I shake my head sadly as I tell him
I am afraid the world holds too much danger
For even if there were such a place
What misfortunes may befall me
On my way to this so called garden
He smiles a very sad smile and as he walks away
He says that paradise belongs to those who
Take risks and battle hardships to reach it
These are the words I remember as I watch the sun set
And the next day when he comes
To my plain white window
He will see me missing in my plain white dress
On an empty plain white chair
For I have gone to walk on glass and battle pirates
On my way to paradises garden


Details | Epic | |

The Mountain I Believed to Be Id

Across the valley
Stood the mountain I believed to be id
Two levels and a summit
Made it appear layered
Like first-dynasty pyramids

It would be a long climb
Step, stumble, slip,
Clutch and elevate my entire being

The valley’s simple green plants
Lived in symbiotic coexistence
With bees and ants
Nature nurturing nature
An embryonic journey
Between the Tigres and Euphrates

Such splendor might have caused me to remain
Many do
But I walked on

At the base of the mountain I paused
The summit hidden by a cloud ring
I looked back upon my Mesopotamia
Hailing its verdant simplicity
Questioning the summit’s worth

But uncontrollable curiosity
And unquenchable desire
Edged me forward

I climbed onto rocky soil
I stumbled as stones slipped ‘neath my feet
Reaching out to clutch a bush
I pulled upward

The first plateau ran before me as a brook
I peered into the pool of life
Finding amphibians, reptiles, fish
I waded
Ankles rubbing green algae
Creating eerie sensitivity
Slippery touch

The water cooled me
Thinning air brought calm
A sandy bottom soothed me

Such harmony might have
Caused me to remain
Many do

But above me
Within a mystical Saturnic cloud
Secrets of the summit beckoned
Edging me to elevate

Sweaty palms grasped a wild rose’s stem
Sharp thorns drew blood
My body fatigued, I cursed the climb
What marvels lay above the ring

The second plateau’s diversity thrilled me
Simple moss, brown rabbits
Deer with long, willowy legs
Hundreds of life forms
Gave me entrance
To Thoreau’s untouched paradise

The alluring cloud hung low above me
I questioned my destination
The second plateau’s oasis might have
Caused me to remain
Many do

But irresistible desire
Again edged me to step, stumble
Slip, clutch and elevate

I entered the cloud layer
Feeling hot and cold dancing vapor
The mountain I believed to be id
Swam under my feet

Perplexed, I muddled upward
Above the timber line
No trees, no grass
No plants, no animals
No life

Still I was curious for id
And took the final step

A cold granite peak
Amidst the grey moisture
Self-realization was achieved

I had seen all that was beautiful
But passed it by
The key to paradise was offered
Three times
Yet I had been a martyr to my own desire

I could not see
The valley, brook,
Or paradise of total life

I could see
Only myself
And I cried
For want of something beautiful


Details | Couplet | |

The Dog Days of Summer

We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done

As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”

I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two 
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you

As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in

If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet

The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat 

I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”

At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”

I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you

Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun

We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars

Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows

Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake

Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue

The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know

If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least


Written for john's Summer contest.


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Soul Flight

Line
Rope
Hedges
Holding in
Restraining borders
Boundaries imprison order 
Free me from margins and marginal minds, my soul flies.


Details | Rhyme | |

Old Faithful

No, not a geyser,
Not a woman,
Old faithful sits
Patiently in my kitchen,
Awaiting my need for her

Old faithful is an organ,
Rich velvety tones
Growls when I ask her
Or spits, or even moans...

What a companion
She does make
No need for deception,
No room for fake...

She's gotten me through,
Many a rough time
She asks no questions
She's guilty of no crime

Her teeth, bared...
Ready to rock
She needs no food,
She reads no clock

She takes me away
On many a mystic trip
As we soar together
Joined at the hip

So keep your guitars,
Your trumpets, your bass
This girl is mine,
Smiling toothy face.


Details | Free verse | |

Conciliate

.
                Who says the broken
            won’t still dance in the rain?
      From the sky spills sweet champagne…

                  Arms wide spread 
             Warm drops on your face
                    Laugh out loud …
               and dash the puddles!
       Put on your boots and splash them!
            Like a child, just crash them!

                   Excise the tears….
               embrace the out pour
            Feel the sting on your skin
          (more alive than ever before)

       Gambol in a silver shimmer 
                Fits of giggles in the drizzle

         Misty showers springing flowers
          as the spate will hide the pain
        Guileless merriment like a child
           ingenuous ballet in the rain…

               Prisms of light 
                           shaded pink 
                Glimmers in the water
     Reflecting physiognomies of the past
                 Incandescent spirits
          Luminescent white essence
                Elan Vitals replenish
             Inside of Mother Earth

                In a cycle of recycle

                 Beneath the canopy
                 of celestial powers
             Sway with the 
                                 W
                                  I
                                     N
                                  D

              Undulate with the 
                             T
                               R
                              E
                                E
                               S

                 Hearken…the chime
                  of natures breeze

           Soul enlightened
                       Senses heightened 
                               Anew and brightened

         From the sky falls sweet champagne….
       Embrace your life and just dance in the rain....


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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 | Rhyme | |

Stripping of Star Capes

Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.

~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~

Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.


Details | Rhyme | |

From Pinnacle to Cynical

From Pinnacle to Cynical 

When we were young
We had our dreams
But, in our future we would find
That many times along the way
There were mountains, we must climb
But with the strength  
That comes with youth
We foiled every peril 
And hiked the broadways to the top
Until the path got narrow
Yes, in our way, we reached the top
And then became quite cynical 
For our decline, we could not stop
In descending from that pinnacle 
It matters not, how far we reached
Upon life's twisted routes and bends 
It's knowing that we've seen the summit
And that our journey, must slow, then end
                                                   By JTCurtis


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Art of the heart

Some write to write, others to please their own romance and love
I write to enchant thy heart, and thy imagination, thy vision
To tell yee the truth I write to please my desire, to fulfill a personal mission
For I am to touch the souls of men into the right path with God our lord from above

When yee find thyself in the open pause thy heart and look at your surroundings
Pay audience to nature herself, for she comes alive but by His breath of life that creates
Open thy ear, feel the peace that flows in the open air, hear yee not the wind it sings!
Whom but all poets shall come to open eyes, for their gift is to see and write to appreciate

Walk in thy own path, make thy own life come to life
Thank Him everyday for thy joy, for thy own peace
For sooner than the sun sets for eternity will His return be, and all time will cease
Drink thy wine, live life with joy, and be true to thy wife

For it is promised that yee shall receive no more than thee can bare
As He knows of thy hearts smallest desires, and will provide, if thee seeks Him first
Jump with tears of gratitude, for He promised a Bright tomorrow
Will no one believe, as in the times of Noah? Believeth so for all must end, all sorrow

With each passing sun He nears
Yet the world stands idly by, no one even fears
The heart of the earth finds itself celebrating and ill in fake cheers
Little do they know, that He will arrive in times of sleep and with an army of spears

Hear the message for it is not I that write to thy aid, but our Lord himself for he loves us all
as all men were created equal, and some to speak to hearts
Feel the burden that dwells on my heart, and read on before thy soul departs
Rejoice in my art, as I bring about the art that comes from the heart


Details | Rhyme | |

A Damsel Or A Camel

Why drowning when there's the ability to swim in me? Why sleeping in the cold woods with a match box in my Jacket and an Axe below my head? Why the self condemnation when I'm a billion miles ahead of a billion? What exactly do I see in my inner mirror? Is Life embracing or pointing a finger at me? I see a pretty one of huge significance with effective duties like an Angel. But also, I see the ugly one dust to sand, stone to rock that's just its living sequel. I view a perspective rough but sweet; challenging but interesting which is exactly my gospel. But then, I see them as temptations and tests with no ability to repel. I notice when walking through red coals I never let my tears be my Life's panel but the submission of my adaptation becomes so parallel. I'm mind blowing and noticeable like a newly-sewed apparel. But day and night, I posses a tag with just one label. No matter the task to stay beautiful nothing stops that quest to excel but I see a limitation to just a specific ordered function like the ringing bell. I'm staying elegant and attractive making all long to be part of my counsel but my usefulness, worth and confidence no self awareness to propel. Beginning as crude coming out as a refined Jewel but still, reality seems so cruel. What exactly is my mirror saying? Is my Life that of a Damsel or a Camel? This, I just cannot tell!


Details | Free verse | |

YEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAA!

This thrill? that can kill……
Ride……..
	Feeeellll the WINDddwindddddddddd
WHIP..whip*~~~~~~~
	your skin.
G forces of sensation
	PRIMEprime the PUMPpump* for the 
s e n s oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary ~~~
deprived

Air gasping open gilled
	life near.. yet LIFE’S DEATH**…  the razor’s edged path

This thrill? 
This thrill can kill………
Yet, composure,
	s e n sayyyyyyyyyy tion
		vvvviiiiiibrbaaaaatiiiiiiioon

Die! Why die! FLYYYYYYY
RIP! ROAR! RIDE! RIDE*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
	the wind on this PRETTY UGLY** Harley's skin.
		This heartless surrogate horse
                          without FAIL SAFE**
			R I D E!

* alliteration **oxymorons


Details | Verse | |

The Tide of Time

Washed
up
on the
shore

broken
by
the
ocean's
roar

waiting
at
the
foot
of
heavens
door

I
touch
her
fading
beauty
with
my
trembling
hand

a
broken
shell
lying
in
the
burning
sand


Details | Narrative | |

Everyone Has A Story

The clouds are now fading,
as the rainbow of life breaks through,
once my tears fell heavy,
but now only a trace of misty blue.

Sometimes we have no reason,
answers can't be found,
but we still stand on our Faith,
praying for stable ground.

Many pathways are given,
that's where common sense can't be blind,
for what we choose today,
can push us forward, or leave us behind.

Years are a blessing,
if we learn from where we've been,
but if we never humble our self,
the clouds will come again.

Everyone has a story,
our journey of tears, and smiles,
we are the keepers of the memories,
and all those lifetime miles.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mistake

I’m six feet below the ground; where I sleep
My body stopped moving and I can’t breathe
A little air, I think, is all I need
But I’m trapped underground and I can’t see
It’s so dark and what was that, did someone knock?
No, just someone walking over this place that I rot
I wish I could scream, I wish somebody would talk to me
Was it a mistake to take my life of disbelief?
I just wanted someone to take away the monotony
All the darkness in my life I thought everything was a lie
I tried to show someone how I felt inside
And then I ended it...well at least I tried
But even in death, I just wish I would die…


Details | Rhyme | |

Untitled

Not from a dry throat 
robbed of water
But still a thirst so mighty
that lays unaltered 

The peak of it’s most daring
Of heights unseen
Its cold most wearing
The promise of dreams

Illusions aside
I may try to conjure
A parting of waves
A path from the shore

I’ll lay brick before
Every step of my feet
Create the path I know true
Until my journey complete.


Details | Personification | |

Snowflakes

Mesmerizing flutters and flourishes
gracefully blow on the wind
drifting, creeping  and crawling up and down my back door
I see you hit the  pane
slide a little to the left and kiss another
slipping together as your mass melds - swaying as one
As if on dancing on ice
Together you perform 
Quick-stepping motion
As the crowd thickens
or winds abate
Tired from your escapade together you settle
On the purest white bed
Where tomorrows warmth will warm your juices
Melting you and allowing you to slip away
almost unnoticed you make your exit


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Pins and Needles

Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]


Details | Free verse | |

Forget me-knots

~Without~

He loves me`
He loves me without'

Sometime has passed, 
I'm still without.
A wish~
I forgot to make that night.
Heaven and earth, I cast behind my eyes. 
A beautiful sail, that in time will collide.

A tower, I can't reach.
Without the proxy deepness in your beating, 
life will hold no breach.
Without the intense shine in your eyes.
I'm an exile, In my own home.
I can't find the sweetness it holds.
I run from myself.
In hopes that my future never unfolds.
A cure, I live without.
I bathe under my oak tree.
This bacteria I can't live without.
I'm breathing and lost with out glee.
Injured on this orchid ground.
I crawl without a kissing sound.

I face the golden sun, as the rain pours on me.
Without the feeling of my skin.
I have no reason to be~
Fungus grows in my domain.
I have nothing, YET~ I HAVE IT ALL!
The friction grows and burns blisters all over my wall.
The swelling compels a surface only I feel.
Without the look and voice of your laughter.
I walk a long* long walk. 

A life without, your breath. 
Is no life at all...
Outcropped, from the outside. 
Lacking the perfect boundary.
This world shops for an appearance without surface.

My smile hangs without the beauty found in the word happiness.
In a world full of "be"gotten knots.

:-)


Details | Haiku | |

Misjudged

Standing still head's up
Retrospect greatest pitfalls 
Mass consciousness whim 

Wandering till dawn
Waiting brave for the result
Less breathe heartless beat

Until the mind soar
Now is  inexplicable
Sufferings indeed

People grim anew
For the best of all Juries
Render canny nod

Continued service
Captivated voter's wit
Last laugh never ends.






Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


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The Leader Bunny

All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask?
Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace.
He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits.
He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes.
Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around.
But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown.
So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein.
And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win.

Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race.
The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace…
A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down.
A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown.
Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end.
A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win.
Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail.
And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail.

Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown.
His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown.
When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race…
Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace…
Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last…
It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest.
But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think…
It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…



Details | I do not know? | |

I Am From...

I am from cartoons,
and plain cereal with sugar.
I am from the leaves that fell,
and the wind in which they stir.
I am from the county fair,
with ice cream on a child's nose.
I am from that mystery book,
that can never be closed.
I am from the confusion you get,
when you can't figure it out,
and from that one mysterious boy,
you want to know all about.
I am from the blue tears,
that stroll down your face,
and from broken hearts,
from the boy you chased.
I am from the blue skies and green pastures,
where angels will fly.
The place I dream of every night,
Where no one ever cries.


Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Details | Free verse | |

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



Details | Free verse | |

Brighton Streets

Do I dare look at you when I walk these streets?
Chase your shadow as it crawls under my feet?
For I have walked my way through 
These pleasant, summer nights
Trailing any trace of you in amber
Street lights.
Hearing the laughter of men and women
Drunken behind bars, their obliviousness
Billowing with the smoke of cigars
And once again I begin to wonder
In these thoughts that shatter, asunder
Of how unvoiced these nights have become.

The scent of scones melting in tea
The sugar, the beach, the creamed coffee
How foolish do I ought to be?
How much emotion becomes too much for me?
And the sun that strokes the clouds at sea
And hides its rays amongst them-
I watch… as all this beauty encircles me.

My eyes see not the glamorous dream
That has been haunting the lives of many it seems
The loveliness of love and its glimmering gleam
The word that is only word
That dream that is only dream.

For I have seen it on all these smiley faces, 
Hurried looks, and warm embraces
Can’t you see?
How we all have been entangled in one giant
Web of emotion?

Is there ever a place between Wordsworth’s
Daffodils and Poe’s Raven?
I walk these streets listening to a busker
Play his harmonica-
As I flip a coin into his flipped hat,
I wonder
How different we are, him and me
              Or are we?

Restricted we are to language and time,
Enslaved in memory, engaged in rhyme
How much easier it is to think of you and me
Rather than the misleading amounts of
Separating land and sea –illusory-
I observe and am observed as I walk these 
Streets, and I feel I know nothing of
Neither you nor me.


Details | Free verse | |

Skeleton

The skeleton

On the day you were born
I have bestowed upon you
We will spend together a lifetime
Without me inside you compare to glue
Like the cockroach who always hides
I can only be found deep inside the skin
I am not the one you find in the closet
I am the one in a sack of bones

Created from the dust
While your other half, given life from your ribs
The man always returns to the dirt he is
The women remain in the coffin, she made for us
The Apple Eve shared with Adam
Doomed us to die  from the start
From the snake came nothing good
Just a battle of evil in our hearts
A piece of skeleton from Adams rib
A rib from Adam he made Eve
Eve in form of a skeleton, with a breath 
Our bones will never unite in heaven
That is the price for Eve's deceive
She gave up our human paradise
Hiding in each and every one of us
Until the day we die
Adam will return as dust
While Eve stays to show death comes to us all!

The spirit and soul left us for eternity
As I remain where you last laid, your body rots away
You slowly depart, leaving me behind
You are going to the other world
While I remain in this box
        SKELETON
Never to see each other again

          4-1-10


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Merry Band Of Adventurers Part 1 of 2

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2


Details | Lyric | |

Rhyme XOX

I just want my summertime
To be at a stand still.
Sometimes, when women cross my mind,
I'm not sure just what to feel.

I'd like to call her friend,
And I want us to mean something.
I can find several, yet in the end,
It seems like all I have is nothing.

So where is the evidence
That says I should move forward?
Show me a sign that's heaven sent;
A point I should move toward.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

For One Day

If I had only one day left with you,
I would ask that day be in God's own time,
one day, a lifetime, every moment
an expression of love,
every hour a new adventure.

twenty four hours to slowly pass
with you at my side,
a never-ending dream,
always giving thanks,
one day left with you, 

would be eternity.

 


Details | Narrative | |

The Wedding

Wedding Night in Raqqa

 

 

Cyclonic violet vision

 

Etheral and immortal

 

She swirls her sand baked torso.

 

Evoking the initial collision of primordial seed,

 

Swathed in gossamer purple veils,

 

Writhing to the stomping and clapping

 

Of jeweled ankles

 

And henna stained hands.

 

The tribes have united for my wedding to their son.

 

I ,foreign and naive, swoon to the power

 

Of ancient rhythm and verse,

 

Ripe, fertile gestures,

 

Pregnant with  throbbing pulses

 

And scattered beats of flailing arms,

 

Bleating tongues, spinning robes.

 

A cacophony of incessant chant rose from the dancing women,

 

Growning louder, feverish in their pleasure

 

And the nearness of release.

 

I join in the dancing.

 

They swath me in voiles and lead me to the center

 

I dance, and I succumb to my wedding night in Raqqa.



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

God Answers Aunt Kate-repost

For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick woolen shroud,
              her thoughts thickened by darkening clouds,
                    in an endless tunnel the sides closing in like a narrowing funnel.

She sat, immobile, staring 
      through the window of the house she'd built with such caring.
                
It'd started as a shack by a pond on some land
                           and she'd hammered and built it
                                               with help from no man.

She kept adding on, room after room,
      as if she, too, suffered from the Winchester doom.

Eccentric, they'd call her, if she had any bread,
      but, since she was poor, she was "soft in the head."

A tiny little woman, emaciated, so thin,
      she was not much more than frail bones under skin.
Yes, she was surely a pitiful thing,
      shoulder blades jutting like primordial wings.

Like an old phonograph with its needle stuck,
          she prayed for death, so far with no luck.

Suddenly there came a tremendous din,
         like demons scratching on her roof of old tin.

Startled, heart pounding in her bird-cage chest,
             she was suddenly afraid of a cardiac arrest.

Armed with her twelve gauge she crept to the door,
         a thousand claws scratching, louder than before.

She'd always been brave and her life had been hard,
           so, gun at the ready, she stepped into the yard.

Locked and loaded and aimed at the roof,
        she feared for her life, to tell you the truth.

(Not minutes ago, she was begging for death,
         now she was worried this might be her last breath.)

Then she looked at the roof and let out a gasp,
         the rifle fell heavily from her stunned grasp.

There on the roof and thick in the trees,
          was a sight that made her weak in the knees.

HUNDREDS of VULTURES all eye-balling her,
        clacking their beaks as they seemed to concur.

Aunt Kate started laughing and laughed 'til she cried,
        she hooped and she hollered, holding on to her sides.

The birds, having reasoned she'd make less than a bite,
                  stretched out their wings and took off in flight.

Her depression has lifted and, I heard a rumor,
       that her life had been saved by God's sense of humor. 

********Many thanks to Aunt Kate for this wonderful true story.**************


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The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©


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Solace In Sand

we dance to the offbeat sound
           of daisies in our hair
(freedom comes in many forms)
hot sand on our bare feet 
as we twirl and twirl to sounds
that others just are deaf to
I go here when I can’t breathe
this is the place to come
                when life crushes
when it beats me beneath a boot stomp
of sorrow and invisibility

miles of blue ocean….
              unsolved mystery
and shoreline of tranquility 
warm balmy caresses on tanned cheeks
palm trees sway along with the breeze
seems they hear our song….

I am free here…in this utopia
a nirvana just for little Bri and me
she hears my music….she laughs
(and the sound is like a thousand stars)
and she spins to the notes
floating on the air 
caught on a euphoric wind

I see her blue eyes smiling
(the whole sky shimmers there)
her little wood sprite giggles
fits of them as she chants
“watch me mommy!”
tiny chubby arms out wide
embracing life 

and my heart melts 
as she captures the wind
in baby hands and kisses  it
with innocent girl lips
and lets it flow back out
caught up in the laughter
I forget that life is hard

can you hear our music?
come and play here….
only us three….we would dance

yes….daisies shine in our hair
girlish giggles skip the waves
we are united in our paradise
and  pirouette faster and faster
 in these moments 
the ragged hurt disappears
and the sun shines again

will we see you there?
there is room for you....


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Gone With The Wind

The Earth cracks, the plates slide, and we fall of track.
The sun freezes over, and color is beginning to lack.
We fall back, lay in this wake of destruction,
as apocalyptic thoughts grab us, from every direction.

Our life flashes like the lightening in the sky,
the thunder rumbles, and it rains down, as we begin to cry
Time stops and we're still, as a volcano erupts,
the ashes rain down and form clouds, and all we hope for is luck.

But what is luck? What is it to us, but an empty wish.
It's nothing but something we hope for, and we're hopeless.
But it's a possibility, that feels impossible to me,
but it's a picture that I gotta paint, but canvases aren't free.

So I sit as a tornado forms right in front of my eyes,
and I'm scared, but I stand up, and finally realize,
that I gotta fight. Or I'll forever be denied.
I'll forever be alone, and I'll never get it right.

I see a piece of paper, and I think of an easy solution,
it's crumpled up, and you've gotta open to be able to read it.
But it's a blank page, nothing but a piece a paper.
You watch it float in the wind, you'll write a story on it later.

It's gone, Gone Away With The Wind,
you tried but you're own game beat you, you can't win.
No matter the pen, the ink is your blood, it comes from within,
just don't lose it, cause once you lose it then its Gone With The Wind.


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Giddy Up

The wind herds the brown-paper bag leaves pell-mell along the river of asphalt. Gusts whip bare branches into a frenzy. Mini cyclones scatter street rubble. Flags whack poles with great abandon and cloth lines bang rudderless into the clapboard. Men with tear filled eyes rush toward shelter. The sun still, and silent, lassoed by the herder shines lemon ice upon the day.


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The Wasteland -Part 1-

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity? How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind? I have never been able to solve the mystery— Of myself. . . I wish at times that my life was no more That I could live as another and finally see things right But I am always stuck in this darkness And I cannot see this mind in light There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland Searching for any remaining life And if they are ever found— They are doomed and consumed Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze It is silent here—there are no answers I wish there were answers. . . But maybe there was never a reason No answers. . . Talons extend and clench around my heart They will never seek me out—they left me here It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer I feel the pulse of my dangling life Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth No balm in Gilead! No eyes to see All I know will never be free I don’t need anyone! You are a disgrace—scum of the waste! You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing You are a joke. . . So swallow it all up like the pushover you are Stand your lowest and trudge right through No questions. No answers. Just . You. Or just lie back down into the mush of disease It has already infected you to the core Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence! I hate you Who are you to be glorified? Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright Saturated in what you call light I see right through—even as the reflections shatter All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter… But alive you are the worst there is False savior—edited attention whore I never want to see your face again See, that’s why I hide. . . Desperation. . .desperation. . . I sob and cry kneeling in defeat For once I am right. . .I am right


Details | Kyrielle | |

Dr Rams Words Are Better Than Gold

 
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt
a pondering notion of wisdom is felt 
I take a sip of his lovely red wine,  
Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine
 
susurrus hymns of love at times
or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines 
silently I sit as his words come to life,
Dr. Rams words are better than gold...........simply divine

o' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside
his heritage, his love, his grand design
I fall in dream into his domain of time,
Dr. Rams words are better than gold..........simply divine

a song of one soul
a dance for all, profound 
a story unraveling with pages alive
Dr. Rams words are better than gold.......... simply divine


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' The Moon's Pilgrimage ... '

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray

My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …

My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …

My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze

… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …

… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …


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Summer Scent

Summer scent is the smell of freedom
where we can escape the flavor of boredom
so we plan to have our vacation on the beach
where we can relax and fresh air is within our reach

The warm wind tenderly embraced my spirit
I felt excited on this first visit
on an island where refugees can find paradise
an island where spending time is wise

The dulcet breeze gently kisses lush green trees
and the mirthful sun smiles over the vast seas 
Where surfers play with gigantic waves
and are not certain on what road it paves

The fluffy clouds are smoothly sailing 
the birds are singing and harmoniously dancing
There are butterflies that are colorful in hue
like enchanted fairies changing colors from pink to blue

I need my sun block, it's time for swimming
the tables are full because later we're all eating
Ladies are smiling to many cool surfer dudes
Children are hungry seeing delicious exotic foods

I picked a shell that whispered peacefully in my ears
and we built castles that we fancied over the years
out of the small grains of white sands
and all you need is helping hands

God was really great in creating splendid wonders
that were loved by all especially the nature lovers
There are numerous oceans that are aquamarine
and abundant trees and grasses that are green

The brother sun was slowly hiding
because the sister moon was coming
I guess it was our time to pack
but there will come a time for us to go back

Go back to a place of leisure and freedom
where you'll not taste the flavor of boredom
It would be hard for us to say goodbye
because truly we will come back and say Hi!


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Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


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The Pirate's Life for Me

I starts me life as pirate, 
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.

With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And the Commodore for me pa!
I spends dogwatch near the helmsman,
Nerey missin’ me bonny ma.

Old salts tell their gory tales,
Aye, dogs hanging from the gallows.
Punishments for a man who fails
Floggings or keelhaul; blood bath follows.

Scrimshaw hangin’ ‘round me neck.
A privateer by trade,
Flaunting booty on the deck
We’s the scallywags brigade.

Pirateering is me heartthrob.
I dreams schemes in the crows nest.
‘bout takin’ swag from an unfortunate swab.
I sits watchin’ pa from the crest.

Long nines aimed and ready,
Jolly Roger on the mainmast,
Headway fast and steady,
The enemy’s fate forecast.

One for all and all for one!
Drinkin’ grog an’ eatin’ grub.
Werkin’ on the “Morning Sun”
Me father at the hub.

Davy Jone’s locker, me final plight! 
Death drifting in me beloved sea –
Straightway from the dark of night
The pirate’s life for me!

© July 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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Breathes

Some lives are like a stone quickly skipping over the ponds top, forever tossed.
My life is below the surface trying to reach upward with each breathe lost.
But there is still beauty, deep down here in the great depths below…
For the solitude holds me in its grip as I dwell with what I know.

My occasional trips to the surface leave me vastly wanting more…
Still, my life below the surface doesn’t scare me as it did, once before.
And the breaths will come when given, as my life continues to flow.
True it is dark but beauty lingers, everywhere the currents move below.

At times, the surface reflections seem surreal, as if it’s a place not to go.
Comfort comes more and more to my soul, as the deeper I glide below.
Here I dwell within myself, with words, and thoughts, that carry me along.
Perhaps I have found where I truly belong, as I sing my siren songs.


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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



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Panacea - My Three Lovely Ladies



Tucked
in the corner 
a nice spot
to gaze 
waiting in anticipation 
to see each poetic face 

As each poet arrived 
a group came toward me
three brilliant glowing spirits

Bliss, Love and felicity 

We gazed and marveled 
as gracious words we exchanged
a delightful slice of euphony
as tranquility rang

We sat for what seemed a lifetime
in stories of each poets dream
then before I knew each soul had flown away

 
O how I miss the bliss
of each loving memory
and each precious sunbeam
freely given by felicity

If just one word could describe that dulcet eve. 
the word "Serendipity" would surely have to be

For such a lovely eternal garden I had the pleasure to see
while simply looking for a nice story, an evanescent dream.....
__________________
Contest ~ "A Table Of Four"

Rick Parise
Carolyn Devonshire
Andrea Dietrich
Linda-Marie "Sweetheart" Barianna


Details | Etheree | |

Winding Road (Reverse Etheree)

From New York to the Gulf of Mexico
Travel path provided as you go
Links of network from plane above
Ocean cruiser scenes we love
Chevy gliding in style
Highway going wild
Horns blast in code
Traveling
Winding
Road


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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






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The Maid, the Magpie and the Mirror

Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.

Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.

The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.

The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.

Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.

The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.

The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.





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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 | Light Poetry | |

Birth and Death

The sun and moon conceived a star shooting through time and space born within the ocean delivered upon its waves while Beethoven's sonatas softly played nightly gales whispered those tunes to all the seashells beach sand passed through coral reefs as soles of lovers feet tread buried in beach fires deep begging the earth most humbly to draw a breath but over the cliff the hurricane's wind blew until death from those turbulent ocean waters came a sailor's truth watching a passing ship with broken sails and ghostly crew waiting as death cast it's ending shadow old, yet new sending those born in ocean waves back to the waters blue in birth and death none shall overcome casting us away to where everything was once created in it's hidden depths and there began an understanding between birth and death, a truce
Inspired by: John F. Kennedy." We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came." 9112007


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Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


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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 | Rhyme | |

Rehab

So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!


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Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Details | I do not know? | |

My Escape

No explanation for my imagination
It’s my world, it’s my nation
Don’t ask me why things don’t make sense
It just makes things more intense 
My imagination is my escape
I am me 
And my mind is my cape
Away I fly into creation
It’s my time, 
And my patience.  


Details | Senryu | |

' Raul Moreno, Poet - Sensei ... ' 56th Senryu

‘ Raul Moreno, Poet- Sen•sei … ’   56th  Senryu


   Like Marco Polo
Haiku Master, Moreno
Explores Nature’s Show


From Magnanimous Me (he! he!)  (LOL)
             Love Your Poetry, 
        Your Poet-Pal, MoonBee


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Saving Grace

Introduction: Don’t you quit no matter how hard it is, no matter how much you struggle.
This is called life; this is the test, with its twists and turns. Make the best out if it.
We just have to believe in Almighty’s light, His saving grace and follow the Grande hope
up to the end of the tunnel, until the end of our lives.



When time gets tough, days seem long
As sometimes it does, you feel the song,
When heroes depart, hearts sink below
And most of us smile, as we feel them glow,
When past calls back to remind us of them
Some tears fall down, even out of gem.

When life gets rough, through those tough times
Just don’t give up, on hope we survive,
We wonder how everything’s still here
That’s when we believe, we have Him to share,
Faith is that bird, which reminds us at night
By singing its songs, that calls us to light

Confusions arise, when fear overcomes
Happiness glow dim, as trusts come undone,
Hearts and rules are made to be broken
In order to improve those that’s unspoken,
Some may confound the truth with the lies
That’s why He gave, us these two eyes.

You make your own choice with the dreams you shelter
That seems way uphill, just makes you stronger,
If you fall thousand times, you don’t quit the tour
You succeed one time and you reach your goal,
To some it seems hard, to you it’s the art
Some may just quit but you try and try, till the new start.


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WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN

    WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


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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.


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Don't Disturb The Hive

Run, jump, scream, duck, dodge and leap 
Try to stay on your running feet 
Honey in the hive 
The bees are alive 
Run, jump, scream, don't fall and leap!


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Roll'em

One wake-up away
From the best day of your life.
Life’s just a crapshoot. 


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Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground
 
as delicate as sugar
 
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
 
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
 
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
 
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
 
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
 
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
 
white like the pages I battle with
 
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
 
And when it lands,
 
A blanket of perfection
 
glistening the season to a crisp
 
gently the sun arises
 
"there's no where to go today,
 
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."


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My shoes

The shoes on my feet are old, worn and tattered 
I’ve walked  hundreds of  miles in them 
They have been through a lot and are beaten and battered 
But they are my shoes.

Sometimes they hurt my feet 
And when I step in puddles, 
its not a very nice treat..
But they are my shoes

The soles have started to come loose at the seams
and when I walk I can feel it flap as it  hits the ground 
Maybe a new pair of shoes is what that might deem.
But they are my shoes.

They haven’t been clean since I don’t know when
I could wash them I am sure, 
but some how it would take something away from them.
But they are my shoes 

When I put them on and walk out the door 
they never question where I might go 
they just silently accept it and so much more.
They are my shoes.

They have kept my travels a secret 
took many, many beatings 
and haven’t betrayed me yet 
They are my shoes 

I see people look at my feet all the time
I am sure they wonder why I haven’t tossed them yet 
But to me they are comfortable and fine.
They are my shoes

Don’t judge me because of my worn and tattered shoes 
you haven’t walked where I have walked
or been where they have taken me, trust me I’ve paid my dues 
These are my shoes.

And I will throw them out 
when and how I choose 





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Sky Blue Daydream Of A Distant Life

A firestorm of fleeing grace,
A holy aria from its base,
Its mem'ry will not be erased
From you.

The shifting shards of fate and chance,
The phosphorescent great expanse,
It all together seems to dance
For you.

A dream that stood a hundred years,
That, when it died appeared in tears,
And exiled all your joys and fears
Through you.

And when the dawn shrivels, subsides,
The queen of grievance stays your bride,
Though crying, all the dreaming tides,
They flew.

Augment your misery with gloom,
Let loneliness become your tomb,
Instead of watching flowers bloom
In you.

Now if you think you can and care,
That you will swear, that you will dare,
Then dream and it will take you there,
The mew.

You shall not ever justify,
The reasons we would all deny,
That in your life you'll never fly
It's true.

But love it smiles and beckons you
To strive and smile and linger too,
To bid the shame that flows through you
Adieu.

Who knew
That life could be so...
Sky blue!


Details | I do not know? | |

Togather we Ran

young lovers know that traggic passion blind to failure 
blind to everything that doesnt see them togather.
So in early morning passion just befor light.
they slip off togather dreams and hope taken along 
for the ride.

long brown chessnut colored hair flowing out the window 
along with are dreams.
A fence post marker the road togther holds
a certin magic it seems.

Love made from state to state
the waterfall to which we did race 
skinny dippin togather by that old forgoten place
Your naked  beauty etched within my mind along with
the hapinees reflected from your face.

Broke down in blue springs Missouri.
Now i dont question why your eyes 
were overcast with worry.

Apart the nightmare cant erase thoose nights spent
laying in blissful silence your head apon my chest.
Memories depend apon your view.
I 'll just kiss the that jasmine scented southern
breeze for the rest.

My darlin I ask fingers interlocked 
with time my heart what shall be 
are plan.
A tear touches that vision of a face.
As you recall the memories of when togather we 
ran.   

Inspired by a dream  about the other half of my heart.


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Summer '86

Banana tin yellow
a little dented in on the side
but still perfect for pedaling

Standing against the wind
eight figs in a basket
sticky white at the ends, been picked

Hair in salt strings
and jeans with two holes
with enough wear left for the summer

Two best friends
flying down Heartbreak Hill
at cactus speed, big eyes, no hands...


Details | Couplet | |

Baksheesh

In for a penny, in for a pound
money makes the world go round.

“Baksheesh, pretty lady, Cleopatra eyes?”
foreign intrigue in a bantering guise.

“What do you want, My Queen?”
“Just for you, right here, behind the screen.”

One dollar, five pounds, the world goes round
in for a penny, in for a pound.

“Oh my beauty, please stay, please.
Come, come here, to my shop, stay for tea?”

“No hassle, so honest, nice things abound!”
Money, not love, makes the world go round.



*Baksheesh means a TIP in arabic.




Details | I do not know? | |

A Boy Like Me?

In spite of it all....
Traveling over the Brooklyn Bridge, lights aglow
What a magnificent sight
Crossing the waters unto the city
Upon the dawning of the night....
On his way to New York, a kid from California
Doing the circuit about the East Coast
Still in awe of it all; newness, has yet to fall
From a very big world, in part, he has come to see
New York City~The Empire~The Towers~Times Square
Forty Second and Broadway~The Statue, of "Liberty"....
Dwarfed by the rises, and lost among the, the crowds
The only eyes that know him, smiling, and looking down
I did it all for you ~
Eyes wide, bright lights, colorful sights, skies
Thinking, where is Sachs Fifth Avenue? Broadway, straight ahead....
The collar of his trench coat turned upward, to cover the chill
From about his neck; this kid from California
Three thousand miles away from home
Smiling at everyone, as he passes them by
Exchanging good evenings, good days, and
Glimpses into their precious eyes....
Faces he'll someday remember, perhaps?
As he looks back, upon a moment
A day, a night, a time, in New York City, amid an East Coast journey
For a kid from California, once, upon a life ~
Grab a bite....I think I'll buy that watch
Deeper into the subway....The hands upon the towers clock
"Got a light?"~"Sorry, but I don't smoke" 
So, that's how they sound?
Their voices, with that certain, prominence
"No thanks, I'm fine," don't think, today
I need, to get high!....
Staring down and all around, in awe of it all, once again
All the lights, all the sights, far above...."Above"
I did it all for you ~
Bright eyes, smiling eyes, smiling faces
Beautiful faces, everywhere, he turned...."Stars"
With stories endless, like glitter, poured
The pages of their lives~The story, of "His" mankind.... 
To a kid from California, with  innocence, still, in his eyes ~
Upon the steets of New York City; doing an East Coast circuit
Long ago? Not really~But, once, upon a "Life"
"I did it all, for "You!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Boy Like Me?


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Something Odd Goin' On

What's up?
What's going on?
How come it's 3AM?
And bright as noon?
Have I finally made it
Into a Looney-Tune?

Who left me a hot breakfast,
Then disappeard?
How the hell did I
Overnight grow a green beard?

And that new Lamborgini
In my driveway
Painted purple, black,
and red, each a circle round

Am I a mad old hack?
I see a cab's roof light
On it, like a crown.

The door sign says
$100.00 first quarter mile,
$200.00 each following quarter
So ridiculous I had to smile

Is this someone's idea
Of a joke?
To make of me,
A fool , one to poke?

I grabbed my pants,
To go out to inspect
Golly, gosh darn
This I did not expect...
Every pair had four legs,
you see...
Someone tell me,
How this could be!

Perhaps I'm yet asleep,
And this is but a dream,
Maybe a nightmare brought on
By last night's ice cream
So I dug out the ice cream,
To see the brand and flavor,
Perhaps laced with acid,
By some angry neighbor...

"Trolley Madison" the brand,
The flavor "Mulch"
I start to feel a panic grow,
Turn on the TV to distract me,
You know?
But it does not come on,
The dryer does,
And the radio blasts
A Taliban song,
What the hell is going on?
What part of hell is this?
What did I do so wrong?

Guess I'll go back to bed,
And hope my next awakening
Will be more normal instead,
So I return to my bedroom now,
All I can utter is "Holy Cow!"

For my bedroom is now
A subway station,
Out here in the Kansas plains, to boot!
I better get some whiskey,
I sure could use a toot!

I pour some Southern Comfort,
And out pops corn bread and grits...
I guess I should be grateful,
It wasn't a bowl of horsy sh_ts.

I better call my boss,
Explain I'd be late to work,
But he had never heard of me,
And thought me but a jerk...

And I could hardly
disagree with him,
For when I put down the phone,
The chord was a garden snake
And I was not alone

The cats I don't own,
 the dog I'd dreamed of getting,
All crowded around me,
For food and some petting

In panic, I went out the front door,
Not knowing what to expect
Found myself on the conning tower
bridge,
Of an atomic submarine quite wrecked

Enough!  Enough! Enough!
I cried,
Clenched fist aimed at the sun
Why have you forsaken me?
What wrongful sin have I done?

But the seas did not part,
And the nightmare did restart.
I dove over the side of the submarione,
Ending up next to my bed
On the floor with reality shed.









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The Silver Lining

                                          There is a time we must accept
                                When the road leads where we do not expect

                                          Be willing for a sudden detour
                                   Open your eyes for what you can explore

                                      It will never be the same story told
                                For what you choose, go proudly and be bold


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A Long Cold-Chill

I watched the penguins woddle along,
On cold-hard ice; where they belong.

From water to land, they scurried around,
Flapping their feet on frozen ground.

Herds of them were standing still,
Settling down to a long cold chill.

Mother passes her egg to father carefully;
Knowing he'll care for it, so, naturally.

He'll protect it from the harsh-cold nights,
In a warm snug pouch away from sight.

For mother must find many fish to catch,
While father stays until it is hatched.

Long-dark days of Winter will change to Fall,
Returning mother, with, her familiar call.

Such a sweet sound for father's ear,
Ending another, long-cold Winter year.

Giving father penguin a much needed break,
For their chick is born and fully awake.

With such a huge urge to quickly eat,
Yes, many tasty meals of fresh, fish-meat.


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A walk with me

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy 
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender 
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
 
Climbing an incline, 
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.

I reach a stile, 
entrance to the woods
where a carpet 
of frosted red cyclamen 
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
  
The granite hills,
 soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
 
At the fold of day, 
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night




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Atop The Mountain

 
_ __ ___ Overwhelmed in webs of silken light with crystal dew dripping beneath each hue of azure, emerald and citrine melt amongst the tree's For worry, has now gone, replaced with colored strands surreal breaths of enchantment, as I reach for felicities hand A soul of liberation, a thought to ponder within.... for my poetic song I have abandoned, to fly silent across the land ___ __ _


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I Am Me

I'm a late night beauty and a mid-day singer
Got scars on my heart, a golden ring on my finger.
I follow my intuition, my heart overpowers my mind,
I'm a Pisces, according to the way the stars were aligned.
I'm a dreamer wondering about in a make believe land,
leave a message, I'll call you back as soon as I can.
I'm a midnight sinner, and an early morning poet.
I'm quite the hopeless romantic, but you would never know it!
I can be sweet and shy, or sassy and bold.
I can be a bit of a hand full, so I've been told...
I often feel alone..but I'm not the only one.
We are all unique, don't you see?
You are you. I Am Me.


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the crucible savant

The crucible savant..    by Steven Hudson
(Crucible: A place or situation in which concentrated forces interact to cause or influence  change or development.
  Savant:  a person of learning…)

Through sleepless, hopeless nights
With liquor on breath and dull head
Alone and cold in lay,
We made our passage to manhood,
Many days in suffer and want
Through tears and hardness of heart,
With sorrow for cellmates
In a prison self-made,
Rather hunger and want 
Then submission to those above,
Wild wanderlust thrust us into darkness
Uncertainty of survival, without care,
Knowing no other way,
We strove to understand the deeds done to us in violence,
Shiver, quake, lie awake, as hopelessness covered us like a blanket,
Thieves and murderers as strange bedfellows,
Ladies of the night for use and forgotten,
Laws of the land forsaken, 
In desperate want, Never knowing if we’d  awaken,
Making our way through this world
Boys living as men,
We threw the line, heaved and toiled
In bright sun and fear,
With hands and feet against the frigid snow,
We lived beyond the breaking,
Many before us have sought their manhood,
While others have had it thrust upon them,
Much has been learned, much has been taught
By the flames and the fire, the crucible savant,
It has been our right of passage
Through bloodstained cloth and scars,
The fathers who came before us, live forever in the Arms,
Painted grey, now I see, the path laid out for me,
By the Infinite Son, whose Glory was won,
Making the savant, a reflection of Thee..


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Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.


So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem


Details | Bio | |

IN THE YEAR 2012 contest

2012

Hungry reader, wild sea lover, wordsmith, listener of dreams and lies

Daughter of beloved parents –strong-- longingly and sorely missed

Left Alaska, empty nester, wrote a book and growled through heat of Greece and Crete

Heartbreak through a broken friendship--in a whim went on to Kenya to greet a student      cyber found

Call from Israel , shall I go there? Someone needs my wily ways.

Tangoed madly with malaria , celebrating joys of life

Still Alaskan, North Sea calls me, taunts me worlds and seas away

Victoria, still dancing with life's passions


Details | Villanelle | |

My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


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The Augusts of Summer

How I wish
I could go back
To when I didn't
Have a care in the world.
I wish for the days
I spent running
Barefoot in the grass
Laughing in the summer
And eating icy cold popsicles.
I want to be free again,
To not have to think
To go and do as I please,
Ride a bike
As fast
And as far as I can,
Or swim
In freezing cold waters,
My cheeks turning purple,
My lips tasting salty.
I wish to sit on a hill
With my childhood friends,
And eat cherries by the bag
And draw on the sidewalk
With an ice cube.
How I long to relive my memories,
How I long to be young again
A carefree kid, in the hot Augusts of summer.


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A game of life

Either relate or not 
or give up the lot
So what have you got?
Put your money in the slot
and risk the lot
Cut the string on a kite 
and take flight
Take the toss
of a win or a loss
Roll the dice 
and pay the price
So get on the ride 
of the unknown tide
Coming or going
bear the worse not knowing


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Defiance

 
Defiance
Digging in my heels I’m ready to run, onward I go with my back to the rising sun
Shadow demons be gone pester me not, I’ll run so fast that you’ll soon be forgot
Newly reborn with no sign of a savior, renouncing the old ways desolate behavior
Forged in fathoms of what could have been, not knowing how not knowing when
My legs tighten I take off in the sand, in search of tomorrow in search of new land
Burning back from the sweltering heat, blisters echo my pain in my pounding feet
Relentless I run from my shoes I break free, running as fast as I can to my destiny
Dried out earth slowly turns green, desert skies of red turn a blue and white serene
Grass under foot a new way is found, no longer am I tethered no longer am I bound
Freedom calls to me bellowing from within, where will it end where should it begin
Breaking the summit confident I leap, my dreams my desires these things I will keep
Diving down toward the crystal river, no more regret no more fear not even a sliver
Splashing down into the waters cleanse, my conviction is what my success depends
Swimming to the shore naked to the sun, it’s my time to rebuild my time has begun
Drakavai2013


Details | Free verse | |

A Nepali Dilemma

The swarthy young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.

The lightening stoked the day’s heat, 
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it. 

The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
of impending marriages, political, religious and of the heart;
one woman seldom fit all three requirements.
The wine flowed with the discussion.

Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.


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Living at The Speed of Light

Maybe I want to cry and maybe I want to sigh, and maybe I'm looking for a fight
Feeling I'm invincible, often non-sensible, living at the speed of light
Too much time is wasted brooding over what might have been
Too many days are spent looking at yesterday's sin
I want to stand at the top of a mountain and scream until I can scream no more
I want to hold hands with an angel and walk along a peaceful shore
Hop a freight train in the middle of nowhere and head on down the track
There's too much waiting up ahead to ever start looking back
Live each day from early dawn until the darkness falls at night
Live each day as if there's no tomorrow, living at the speed of light
There are bridges to cross and mountains to climb, another trail to find
Visit places you've never been, leaving the old world behind
Charter a course that's never been sailed. There's a new island in sight
Ride with the wind, reaching for dreams, living at the speed of light
Go where you've never been, where only the valiant can find you
Ride with your heart, never stopping, never looking behind you
Live for the moment, don't stop, no fear of the approaching night
Take it to the limit, going the distance, living at the speed of light.


Details | Ode | |

The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Archeology And The Poet ... '

Dig Down Deep
Carefully Unearth
Artifacts Will Speak
Words of Worth

With Pick and Shovel
And Papyrus
If Block and Rubble,
Gently Brush

Treasures Buried
Deep In Soul
Heart-Stone Quarry
Hold Hidden Scrolls

To Royal Edicts
Read and Call
Hieroglyphics
On High Walls

In Expeditions
To Exposé
Show Gold Emotions
In Glass Display

From Pyramids
In Sealed Mystery
So The Poet Did …
… Archeology

To Preserve Words
of Antiquity
So That You Heard
and Shared, Discovery …


Details | Bio | |

BIO Of A Simple Man Called Me

            BIO Of A Simple Man Called Me

Coming from a normal family
Perhaps not by today’s standards
I had two loving parents who stayed together 
They lived and died together, that was their choice
And molded me to be a humble man of virtue
Most friends and family call me “gullible”
I believe anything you tell me… but only once
My parents named me Earl and wished me luck
Short stories, plays, novels, and sometimes poetry, is my way of life
I have nothing published but I still like to write
No one will pay me for reading books, so I played the game
Giving people subpoenas, travel documents, all in the same day
A travel manager by day, a constable’s officer by night
I’ve led an interesting, sometimes dangerous life
I’ve even had a wife or two and a couple of children along the way 
I love chess and Zelda video games and played for hours
The Beatles are the best of the very best for music pleasure
Kafka, Samuel Beckett and Hesse are still such fun to read
People still call me gullible and lame
But I’m still standing, still playing in the game

      Created on 10/09/14 for BIO Poems -Poetry Contest 


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" I HAVE A DREAM !!!"

I have a dream
That I'll get another,and better job
I have a dream
That I'll have a 5 bedroom house with fireplace
I have a dream 
This house will have 4 1/2 bathrooms
I have a dream
I'll have a fishing pond in the back yard
I have a dream
I'll own lots of fishing equipment
I have a dream
My kids will finish school
I have a dream 
All my kids,and grand kids-dreams will come true
I have a dream
My grand-kids will finish school as well
 I have a dream
That I'll be able to start them all a bank account
I have a dream
To own the vehicle of my dreams a Hummer
I have a dream 
To own a nice pick-up truck
I have a dream
To take at least a week vacation with the love of my life
I have a dream
To make all the love of my life dreams come true
I have a dream
To go to the beach for the very 1st time
I have a dream
To not owe any debts
I have a dream
To be able to pay my tithes,and offering every Sunday
I have a dream
To spend lots of quality time with my mom
I have a dream
To be able to give mom a few thousand dollars
I have a dream
To go to any restaurant I never been to before
I have a dream
That I'll be able to help the homeless,and the poor
I have a dream
To have Uncle John a new water well dugged,better electricity,and trailor
I have a dream
That I'll hit it big with my poetry
I have a dream 
I'll be known world wide because of my poetry
I have a dream
All drugs,alcohol.cigarettes,and diseases will disappear
I have a dream
That all things that are not of God will go away
I have a dream
That every race will get a long
I have a dream
That gas prices will drop quiet a bit
I have a dream
To own some suits to wear to church
I have a dream
To live a long,and happy life
I have a dream
With no surgeries,or medication I will loose 200 lbs
I have a dream
To be all God wants me to be
I have a dream
I'll be able to make donations to charity
I have a dream
To go to my 1st family reunion
I have a dream
To meet my favorite wrestler The Undertaker
I have a dream
To lead songs in a popular choir
I have a dream
To see my Savior face to face
I have a dream
To hear him say well done my good,and faithful servant.


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Memorized Memories

Distantly wandering ~ a meadow-vast lake Refusing to let the consumption of my heart break Icy cold tears frost over my face & cheeks Being lost for weeks and for weeks Broken down ambition ~ too weak to fight Suddenly she appears like an angel in my life Opening the reality of a bond between girls Determined to create a relationship that unfurls Aimlessly waiting for years for her soul And craving the right girl to rock-n-roll Possessing her thoughts, body, and mind I think I found you, baby, this time Exhausted from search and it be nothing but fight Finally found a woman as a possible wife Golden and glowing ~ she inhabits my body With limitless ways to make her happy and naughty Be responsible to care for her ~ now that she's mine It's been an unpleasant search ~ now it is time To live by my side in a big world of us Off the bat we've succeeded our series of trust To hold her naked some days through the night In my head bursting bright sparks of light Kissing her lips and holding her waist Feeling her warmth ~ memorizing her taste Protection from the unworthy who will try and take my place So many memories to create ~ not a second to waste


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The MetaMorphose..Life,Like A Dream

Like A Dream..
Like the days in The Cradle..
Like the tale of Samson's Riddle..
In The Wake of your Fiddle..
Our Waists In Consortium..Like Beaded 
Eroticas Wiggling..

Like A Dream..
Our Stroll Hand-In-Hand By The Beach..
Like Heights We have Reached..
Like The Sweetness Of Depths Unsearched..
Like This Pen I Screech..
Like Those Verses Of Wisdom We Thus 
Preached..

Like A Dream..
Like The Wisdom Of Great King Solomon We 
asked the Father For, In Tones that 
"Beseech"..
With His Divine Wisdom and Grace We 
Revolutionized Souls That Once Thought and 
Acted As Leeches..
The Weight and Comeliness Of These Lines you 
Call Speeches..

Like A Dream..
Like God's Kiss On Our ForeHead..
Like His Comforting Voice In Times Of Sorrow 
and Distress..
Like The Outpour Of His Salient Breathe On 
Our Humble Souls..that Guided Us to The 
Crest,
Like A Dream..Hardwork and Its Little 
Stress..
Like A Dream..In Luxury Prepare to Take Thy 
Rest..
To Listen To The Voices Of My Childrens' 
Playful Shouts and Screams..To Dance This 
Dreamy Waltz What Shall It Take..To Show Our 
Gratitude To The Almighty Please Tell Us
'What Shall We Shake'..

Like A Dream..
Like The Flavour Of These Rhymes..
Like The Heart-Felt Savour Of These Cleverly Structured Lines..
The Happy Ardour Of Such Salient Chimes..
Thus Read..What Joy We Thus Feel In It We Sublime..
Sweet Rhymes Thus Played On Musical Strings Of Time..How Happy..
Thus Life Is But A Dream..See Through.


Details | Haiku | |

Of Autumn Rush

          During Autumn Rush,
Squirrels chase scraps of acorns-
                    On trails to winter.


Details | Free verse | |

Chemistry

The simultaneous effect 
of two glances 
across the last remaining 
distance between them 

Then 
    when first they met 

Now 
    when they are apart 

Each carrying within 
   the beat 
     of the other's heart


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Cry only for those who cannot hear you

The wind did stir the thought in kind wanting - for if she knew my soul, just a spark 
of it, I would be a rich man...

So long this ribbon of love that flows over the rocks of age and distant torment...
The gate keepers sit alone watching, waiting for the violators who dare not call 
mundane theirs...

It is those shackles which bind misguided dreams that which make fertile ground for 
the barkers at the door, for what else does one need to grey the vision and dull 
delight?

You carry the scent of the well-traveled said the withered old man - I too know your 
pain, that which comes from never knowing home - those of us who seek blindly 
that which the world cannot give - home is not a place but a thought in time and 
nothing more than a stop to rest your ambition...

Cry only for only those who cannot hear you, for it is selfish to do otherwise and 
seek home in the gentle embraces of those that know you...

Be kind to those who would bite you, for in doing so it will bring light to a dark path...

AND

Always rejoice in life - it pisses them off and helps them to see the tragic flaw of 
their diluted beliefs...


Details | Ode | |

' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Crossroads- A night flight

I can hear the silence again
I can take back the time to think, to feel, to just 
breathe.
I have held out my hand to slow down time
and I have floated back down to myself
returned to my body for a while, you see;
I am here just on loan.
I dont know if I can lose myself again, 
lose myself to the fear of living, fear of the inevitable, fear of pain inescapable
so I think I'm just gonna ride on out on this illusion wave
and, you know- 
If you find a rock to cling to, and it breaks away suddenly, and you find another 
rock to cling to,
and it also uproots itself as well,
and you feel uneasy without solid ground
you gotta just learn how to be at ease with floating
till you gather the courage to fly away
into the unknown
and pardon my sudden departure.
but the next flight is at 12 sharp
and its already a quarter to midnight


Details | Verse | |

Winds Carry Me


Carry me home The wind through the trees has a name Carry me home Never more will I dare to roam Beauty and pain are not the same Destiny's path, I shall not blame Carry me home Winds carry me sweep me across the deepest sky Winds carry me In a hushed voice, a loving plea Gentle breezes embrace on high Heaven speaks on a whisper nigh Winds carry me
*a rondelet Honorable Mention in No 174 Any Form Any Theme (Brian Strand)


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Waste of time

Waste, time If life is not a total waste of time, perhaps we had a different other line, back and forth a hundred thousand years, with blood n death impaled by spears, sometimes, duty caused the crime, if it's not a total waste of time? resurrection, sometimes, have some faith I’ll bung it in:( oftimes, borne again upon the wind, another chance to help a friend, or waste your life, in worthless sin, but, on you I can depend! Sometimes? Is grey a seeming state of mind, overcast has gray behind, but then the sun comes out... unwind...friend, And suck some life back in! sometimes. Don Johnson 29-aug-11


Details | Ballad | |

purpose

suffering by the sentence made, the pain wave breaks the surface, the whips cut and the slicing blade, the masters bloody purpose.... to be owned by the master, and treated like a curse, resentment burns hereafter, karma is ten times worse, time repays the master, the next life reimbursed, not blest with this life with laughter, so miserable so cursed "Indentured Servant" thanks Antony Nutter great poetry mate.....Don Johnson


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What are your Words of Poetry meant for Oh Sage

I.
The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah

II.
Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah


Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things


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My First Kiss

Today I was thinking
About my first kiss
It’s really hard for me
Because it was so long ago
And to be brutally honest
Drugs 
   Have taken their toll
              On what is left of my memory
It was back in the time
Of building hot rods
                     And cruising Main Street
Which for me was Chester Ave. in Bakersfield, Calif.
I was perhaps 13 
                     Cruising the strip
         With a buddy of mine named Warren
            Though his last name eludes me 
Lost forever in the archives of dust
At 13 I looked 18 which was a good thing
Because the girls we met 
                                 Bordered 18
And I do remember
That I was scared to death
One girl was ok
The other was, “Oh my God”
                                      BEAUTIFUL
And I latched onto her
                   Like a junkyard dog
Does a thief in the middle of the night
And the one girl rode with Warren
               In his car
And I rode with the other
         In her car
And I suggested we drive 
Out to Hart Park
We all sat together
                         Drank some beer
                        Smoked some pot
Then her and I walked 
                     Down by the Kern River
Near the spot where I 
                         Had watched my Mother drown
                              And I told her the story
And there in the moonlight
Lost in the beauty
                        Of her eyes
She ask, “How old are you anyway”
I wanted to say 18 
                       I wanted to lie
But she was so beautiful
                         That all I could say
     Is that I was 13
I expected her to get so mad
But instead
                She asked,
       “Have you ever even kissed a girl”?
The answer was
                    “No”
And as burnt out as my memory is
I will never forget
                     The mischievous look
                                         In those beautiful eyes 
Like a lioness
                About to pounce on her prey
How her lips
                Seemed as soft as a cloud
And her skin
                Was like nothing I had ever touched
And she took me away
                          To a place I had never been
She taught me
                     How to love
                              Far beyond my years
And through all the years
                                Known as the hell of my life
She is the only person
                       I only knew for a minute
                                     That I could never forget


Written for John's Contest.


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Hell and Back

Driving wasn't easy with a blanket of fresh snow
Breathtaking view from the Comfort Stav while
Steve doesn't know how we got the Mercedes
No one is complaining and we drive
Trondheim is pretty this time of year
If we had the time I'd stay
Never got the passport stamped in Hell 
But  we can tell the C. O. we've been to Hell and back
Port Authority, different nations, same brotherhood
Hand shakes and a plan 
They will bring her in
So much to see and 
Bergen is just too far
Move up to the St. Jordal Hotel
Feel the history, quiet beauty
Railway station World War Two vintage
Better not!!   
Are you out of your mind
Not the moose crossing sign           
Damn!!
Snowball fight with the allies
Smiles, laughter and a couple of beers      
Peppe's Pizza
Captain wants to know what our day job is
                                     Day Job?



Details | Free verse | |

Frozen Falls

Onward, tumbling,
graceful and discarding
the mirage of life.
Propagating pinnacles
and particles freed by the
warmth of oceanic wind.
Fixed, frigid, by crisp 
artic breath.
The infinite ascension,
the transformation
torrents of blue porcelain fall.
A glued tongue to the childlike
icicle of Winter.


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'I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!

I've had enough
Yes enough of your childish games
I've had enough
Of your lies.and disappointments
I've had enough
Of headaches,and worries
I've had enough 
Of your disrespect
I've had enough
Of heartaches,and pains
I've had enough
Of wondering if and when you're coming home
I've had enough
Of planning a future that has no hope
I've had enough
Of waking up and finding myself alone
I've had enough
Of wishing you'll change for the better
I've had enough
Of talking,and you're not listening
I've had enough
Of dreaming this dream all alone
I've had enough
Of being the only one trying to make things work
I've had enough
Of treating you like a prince,king,or queen
then in return you treat me like I'm nothing
I've had enough
Of you're not taking me seriously
I've had enough
And I'm sick,and tied of all the drama
I've had enough
Of you falsely accusing me
I've had enough
And I can make it by myself
I'VE HAD ENOUGH 
I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!"


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Rain, Fire, Ice and Breeze '

I Watched A Man, Named, ‘ Rain ‘
Pounding Across The Plains
Running with Cascading Joy
Like a Wet, Happy, Little Boy …

I Found A Man, Named, ‘ Fire ‘
Blaze in Life, A Lightning Desire
His Bold Passion – Consuming Power
Sent Smoke Signals, to My Tower

I Observed A Man, Named, ‘ Ice ‘
Tho’ Frost-Natured, He Did Entice
‘ … Come Hold Me, if You Dare …
And Find Out, if Cold-Can-Care …’

… I Beheld A Man, Named, ‘ Breeze ‘
And Begged Him, ‘Touch Me Please …
Gentle, like a Lover’s Kiss
Whisper to Me, Things I Wished…’

… and Sitting Content, on This Hillside
Listen Now… as I Confide …
‘ Rain and Fire … Ice and Breeze ’
Don’t You Know … You Are All Of These . . .


Details | I do not know? | |

A word From Your Bartender

Listen here, buddy,
I'm in control.
If you don't like it,
Then go for a stroll.

There is more than one exit,
And I can give you directions.
I don't care what you think,
 I don't need your objections.

I can get to be  a b---h,
In two seconds flat.
I can also be a sweetheart,
There's no question of that.

But here's the bottom line,
It always goes my way.
Do what you like,
Just do as I say.


Written for bartenders everywhere. From a bartender whose seen quite a lot. So 
please give your respect to your local bartender. Especially when she only one 
working, and she's bouncing a fight by herself.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hitch Hiker Song on CD

Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
I left my humble abode, with just my thumb on my hand,
I'm sightseeing and free....heading somewhere...
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,

Yea, I'm hitch hiking....thumbing for a ride...
half broke, no home, roaming the countryside..
like a tumbleweed blowing across the USA...
those miles keep growing behind me all the way,

I'm sightseeing and free, headed somewhere,
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,
Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
sometimes the nights get cold, but the sunny days are grand,

I'm a road hiker, gonna hitch a ride,
meeting new faces, across the countryside,
like a tumbleweed blowing in a gentle wind...
with no better place to be...than where I haven't been,

I'm sightseeing and free, in my world of no care,
with no better place to be than going somewhere.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Kind Knight ... '

The Young Knight Stood By The River …
His Reflections, Deep In Thought
Tho’ the Water, Was As A Mirror
His Appearance, Was Not What He Sought

They Said, This Place Was Special
And in Truth, and in Beauty, So  Twas'
And Sturgeon Below the Surface Was Plentiful
But He Was Here, For A Higher Cause

In Truth, He Would Not Hurt A Lamb
Tho’ He Was Bold and Brave and Strong
Twas’ A Year Whence, He Slayed His First Man
And From Thence, He Vowed, He’d Do Nay Wrong

So, He Came Here, To Commune With Nature
And Pledge Penance For The Bloodguilt-Crime
For He Bare The Burden of Censure
And Needed Ease for His Remorseful Mind

And In The Clearing, By The River
Where A Doe and A Hare Did Graze
He Looked O’er His Woolen-Clad Shoulder
And A Soft, Mist Breeze Seemed To Say …

‘ You Are Forgiven, Young Knight
You Are Forgiven Everything
You Have Borne, Your Blame-Plight
And Your Conscious Has Paid Penalty

You Are Forgiven, Young Knight
You Are Forgiven Everything
And This Is How You Will Know, ‘Tis Alright
Whence Innocence, To Thy Side Will Bring … ‘

... And The Doe Came To Nuzzle His Hand
And The Hare,  Hopped and Stayed by His Feet
And The Son of the Man, He had Slain, Ran …
 to him and said, “Sire, Kill The Doe and Hare and Let’s Eat ! …

For You:  James (Jimbo) Marshall Goff,
because I know how you appreciate
my Sense of Humor and said you like
my Knight Tales  (he he he ha ha)

                        MoonBee


Details | Quatrain | |

Butterflies and Silver Seas

Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams filled thick with cider
Nap on webs of candied cotton
strung strong by the sugar spider
Open your eyes under water
Catch up with me high in flight
Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter
as she swims in the moon beams at nights
Sullied clouds fall past the ocean
sleeping on silver tide's arm
Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion
sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm
Imagine the ocean alive
with flutters of wings on the tide
Strip all your preconceived notions
and watch with your eyes open wide
Glisten in green innuendos
Sparkle and shake out your wings
I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight
taking flight on the brink of impossible things...


Details | Ballad | |

Superwoman

I'm sitting here again,
Just waiting for a call
So I can put on my suit
And help someone get up from their fall.
It's not an easy job,
This whole Superwoman thing.
Flying through the sky,
Moving at lightening speed.

As I sit here waiting,
I'm contemplating
Whether or not I should do something,
Because this is getting boring.
The music is on its sixth rotation.
I had every word memorized after the second,
But I know as soon as I start something,
Of course, I'll hear the ring.
It never fails.

When it finally does ring,
I put the "S" on my chest.
I'm there in two seconds
Helping clean someone's mess.

Broken lives and tattered dreams,
This is my reality.
Broken hearts. So many tears
I've wiped from eyes for all these years.
The children are the hardest to behold.
How do I save them from shattered homes?
The "S" on my chest is only a sign.
I'm not God. I can't go back in time.
I can't change the lives given to them.
I'm just here to help their little hearts mend.

When my job is done,
I head back home,
Take the "S" off my chest,
And lay down to rest.
Until the next time I get a call
And put my "S" back on to save someone from their fall.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' El Toro - Rojo '

Como’ Si’ Yama’, Senor’
Como’ Si Yama’, Por Favor’…
… for Below That Embroidered Sombrero’
Shone Eyes Like El Dorado

He Was A Tall and Handsome Hombre’
Like The Range of Sierra Madre’
…Now, He Sat Center The Cantina
Surrounded by Bonita – Senhoritas

He Smiled, “Buenos-Dias Senora’”
Por Favor, Por Que’ El-Hora’ ?...
If So, Have A Seat, Mi- Amiga’
And Mercedes, Bring Over More Cerveza

He Was… Rodrigo Reyes-Pacheco’
Best - of The West, of Vaqueros’
He Came to Compete in The Rodeos
And Win Fame and Fortune in Pesos’

He Came Thru El Paso De’ Tejas
Thru Dusty Rancheros and Mesas
To Ride on El Toro Rojo
Who Has Never Been Ridden Befo’…

La Viva’… Arriva’  … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’ !... Rodrigo

Now, El Toro Rojo, Was Dangerous
For Killing Men, El Rojo, Was Infamous
His Horns Had Pierced Many A Corazon
Ripped Flesh, Like It Was Piñata’ Hung

I Informed All of This To Rodrigo
The Hombre, Was Bent on Being Macho’…
… He Would Ride Toro Rojo, Manyana’
Said “Gracias”… But My Cares Were Por Nada’ !

La Viva’… Arriva’… Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero’
Champion Bull Rider, from Old Mexico
Vaya’… Con Dios’!... Rodrigo

… Now, He Wasn’t Loco in La Cabeza’
I Just Didn’t Comprehende’ … “Que’ Pasa”
But I Saw Rodrigo Atop… El Rojo 
… ! He Rode Like A Latino – Tornado ! …

He Rode El Rojo, To The End…
Then, Turned ‘Round and Rode Him Again…
Rodrigo had Won… Just Like He Planned…
Because El Toro – Rojo …   …  Was Mexican !

La’ Viva’ … Arriva’ … Rodrigo
The Brave and The Bold Caballero
Champion Bull Rider from Old Mexico
Vaya’ … Con Dios ! … Rodrigo….
Vaya’ … Con Dios !... Rodrigo o o o o o


for Ruben Ortellao... 
I Don't Really Know 
What Your Branch of Humanity is... 
(Spanish, French or Other)
But I thought You Might Like 
This Whimsical Poem...  
Oh... And Thank You For Your 
Most Generous Comments... 
(Cause I Know You Are A Fantastic Poet... 
I've Read Several of Yours 
and I Love Them Too...)

 (P.S.  Excuse the Spelling... 
I'm Spanish Illiterate (Smile)
MoonBee


Details | I do not know? | |

A Time, Always To Remember

bedroom's door was left ajar
two wine goblets were on bar
covering yourself, with a stole in red
half-naked,you sat on bed
I stepped out of bathroom
entered the dim-lit bedroom
I sat on edge of the bed
held your chin to turn your head
restless affects, enticed me to lure
you consented,with a graceful demure
desire and love filled up the air
flames of passion paired us to dare
drinking your wine, I kissed your lips
reached out trying, to caress your hips
muted cries of, whimsical lust
surrendered us to instinctive trust
we didn't care about wrong and right
pain and pleasure, saw off the night
time stood still, for a pure girl's plight
bloomed to a woman, on that sacred night

Abbas Kiamiri


Details | Ballad | |

When I Stopped That Day To Pick Death's Rose

I heard a little rumor from
a stranger on the road today;
he wore a heavy veil of dusk
to keep the winter's song at bay.

His face was well concealed; although,
his shriveled hands had drawn my sight;
it seemed like they were withering
and, like the moon, a pallid white.

"A little further down this road,
there lies a curse'd patch of grass
obscured by trees to hide its shame;
for that, I know I am to blame.

The flow of time had left that place,
yet still the living wandered in,
until they saw that wicked plant
whose very growth was deemed a sin."

The frigid notes were ominous,
like most of what the old man said,
and quickly did his coal-coat flee
to leave but silence in his stead.

A trav'ler's prank is what I thought,
but further down the road I saw
an isolated trust of trees
with polished trunks and lively leaves.

Surveying past the tow'ring brown,
I stood in awe at Gaia's gate;
if anything, I had to know
how nature could intimidate.

The grass was like an emerald floor,
a regal rug for royalty,
and aromatic jewels stood proud
amongst the scattered shrubbery.

But then, I sensed a mournful soul
and heard a fright'ning tearful call;
at center grew a single rose,
left weeping within wooden walls.

Its petals were like chimney soot,
but had the most enchanting smell;
its stem and leaves were silver clad,
a gorgeous blossom spawned from hell.

Despite the omens I had heard,
there was a certain beauty here.
If such a flower bred disgust,
I'd shelter it, neglecting fear.

There was no trace of bitter cold,
upon return from curse'd land.
I left that world with fragrant sin
clutched tightly in my mortal hand.



My heart gave forth compassion,
when I stopped that day to pick death's rose.


Details | I do not know? | |

shhh

shhh. I want to hear you.
A noise in the air is true.
Voices I hear in the blue
say shhh. It's Me Sue...

Do I hear you? Is that me
singing through? How?
Many voices inner the side
Many lives onto past rides
Many many gone bye and
by and by I listened...

Passion and compassion,
Care and dare to hear it,
When and where to pair it,
Is a simple question.
I did and dared to ask it.
Pulled apart my life to live it.

shhh. Quiet is the beat
of elegant speak and beauty
yet to be known. The smell
is sweet the colors bright
and a light is always shown.
shhh. It's Me...
and I hear your tOne.

From a well of hertz, a love
is grown.


Details | Bio | |

Taste of Salt

There are times when I sit on my porch
Dreaming of the days when I was young
How I miss the sound of the ocean
And the taste of salt upon my tongue

In the arms of a dark eyed woman
A few miles off the Spanish Coast
Making love in a French Chateau
Then disappearing like a ghost

Gazing at the Southern Cross
I spent some Caribbean nights
Just over the Arctic Circle
I saw the Northern Lights

Spent some time in the city of Cobh
A dream come true no doubt
I'll raise a toast to beautiful Ireland
With a bottle of Guiness Stout

At the Hotel Ayr in Scotland
My orders came and I had to move on
But I didn't take everything with me
You see, a piece of my heart was gone

I flew into Oslo on a mission
I took another flight to Vaernes the same day
Then gazed into the eyes of a Norwegian woman
Who took my breath away

I think of all the years
I spent sailing the seven seas
The taste of salt in my tears
Revives the memories.



Details | Free verse | |

The Race

Racing for the finish line,
looking for that checkered flag,
no, not the caution flag again,
let them race.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Bird In Flight

While the wind blew swiftly.
The bird flew thrifty.
Flapping its wings.
Faster and harder.
Against the wind.
The bird flew like it was blind.
Swirling all around the skyline.
All at once the wind calmed down.
The bird came through town.
Soaring its wings.
As it roared right past me.
To find rest upon a clothes line.


Details | I do not know? | |

Center of Thunder

Yes, see the entry,
Enter the center
and feel eternity.

Somewhere beneath my eyes
Some bare the mark of lives
Sum time past, at last
to remember. After thunder,
that life is divine. Reach...

Yes, see the entry
Enter Center
and feel eternity,
Mystery,
Mysterious history...
Some poetic chemistry,
Some dare love to see.
Sum past to present
and remember...
that Living is the Time
Center.2 Thunder.


Details | I do not know? | |

Begin to Live

I feel the sun's comin' out today
She's pushin' those mean ol' clouds away
So that I can see past these shades of grey
to a real far place, that I'm not yet, today:
 
I've been dreamin' here, so patiently 
but a journey lies ahead of me
a vision, I was born to see
a dream, meant to be reality:
 
I must convince the wind to whisper, "Please"
so to soothe the storm, and thunder ease
Then I can step out from beneath these shadey trees
and chase after harmonious melodies:
 
Be still mighty waters, it's time to part
and leave no path, besides my heart
I hear the first step is the hardest part
so where I now stand, Is where I shall start.


Details | Free verse | |

Only a moment....

I'm always close.....
.......i'm always near
no need to fear,my darling dear
even as I ride on seperate continents
long distance's just a matter of geography
just know...
that the farther apart we may seem to be
more space is now clear for you to feel free
my sacrifice for you to assure safety and peace
hopefully,one day,i'll be rewarded release
but in the mean time,I battle,for your love is true
security for the whole,lady fair,is what we do

A moments passing,only a moment
everlasting will be our delights enchantment.....


Details | Bio | |

The Man With A Brown Hat

I came from the islands in the Far East 
Where the bird of prey will rise 
That’s being prophesied, but I’m sure 
I’m not that One, for I possess not the golden rule 
Though, I searched for years in Lenin’s name 
Instead, I saw an empire fell from fame
Leaving behind my Caucasian brother
Watching his home town turned grey
When the desperate bombed it
By fate, once was a sailor with wan smile
Sailing the deep blue to catch the elusive dreams
Yet, I ended up alone, drinking ouzo 
In the queen city of the Gentiles
Where I found my mortal half
She wrapped me, with her love                                               
Now, I juggle my time from here and 
To the city of lights, to be with my bloods
But my skin betrayed me
One day, when I wanted to see my god
Imprisoning me for hours and les bleus
Were questioning the colour of my skin, but
Thanks to Heaven Above, for I’m still alive
Why do others can easily spoil the beauty?
Of my beloved, and yet, I can’t even glance 
Theirs, nor taste just the smell of their soil
Without being questioned
Or, being stared from head to toe
What if I do the same? 
Non, don’t panic! I will not, for
I've no power to change the name of the game
Maybe some day, but right now
I’ll focus myself to my new found joy 
In the arts of writings
And will keep honing my craft to perfection
Till I free the miseries deep inside…
Since I saw the first dawn thirty nine years ago 
In the beautiful archipelago
Bearing the Spanish name
For she was sealed tight with a fist
People, unite and let’s make peace
Listen to the messenger of these last days
The simple things I really wish….. for all

                   
                                         
                                           
                                     
    
                          
                       


Details | Tanka | |

Imagination Grown Up

Childhood wings kept
hanging behind closet doors
nestled in pockets
in woolen pea coats bright blue
like clear skies meant for flying.


Details | Lyric | |

Ride Em Cowboy

                                my heroes have alway's been cowboys
                                                  so giddyup go 
                                         my ghost riders in the sky
                                              let that whiskey river
                                     flow through luckenback texas
                                     for I'm a rhinestone cowboy 
                                                      the gambler
                                                     running bear
                                         just  a coca cola cowboy
                                               headed for El Paso
                                     strumming my teddy bear song
                                         cross the brazos at wacco
                                        at the 'Y' all come back saloon
                                    just waiting for Poncho and Lefty
                                      bringing that white lightning
                                wild horses and that burning ring of fire
                                           stays gentle on my mind
                               for all my rowdy friends have settled down
                           And it wasn't God who made honkey tonk angels
                               it was the daydreams about night things
                     So mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
                                      For I'll go to my grave lovin you



Tribute To Country's Best
The Lonesome Cowboy


Also Trying a new gig lol
                                      


Details | Free verse | |

Moving

Moving is hard
it's heart wrenching
and miserable
packing is hard
ending a life
and beginning a new one
is confusing and seems to be 
without hope
leaving friends
and sometimes family
feels as if your heart is being torn in two
gone are all familiarities 
and anything 
that ever gave security
taking on the new
turning your back on old 
yet never forgetting it
building new relationships

to those who are moving,
don't blame those who moved you
the cup is half full
not half empty
new people await to greet you
in your "new world"
embrace them
and life will go on



Details | Blank verse | |

yellow dress

if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.


Details | Free verse | |

Caught in the Rain

It came with a flash upon my back
Caught off guard, suspenders hanging
Madly rushing to find a place so safe

From around the bend with a honk
“Hey watch your steps” was a shout
Horn blowing while in passing 
One disgruntled taxi driver glaring
Newspaper umbrella in ruins

Noisy rumbling above from a subway
Heading down the track, clank, clank, clank
Brown dog barking, woof, woof, looking back

Shelter at last, finally found a spot
The rain came down with a heavy shout 
Caught shirtless and without shoes
Now sipping coffee listening the blues 
Feeling brand new tasting some stew


Details | Bio | |

Sometimes

Sometimes when I see
A happy family
It quickly gets to me
The sadness that must be
In this lonely life of just me

For whatever sins I may have done,
I never meant to hurt anyone
And whatever luster I had in life,
Burned away with a cheating wife.

I realize part was my fault
I did not provide something I ought,
But the pain was slow to fade,
In the misery that she made

Now hope has come again to me
In a beauty all can see
Shining from the inside out
Makes me want to shout

And, I know that I am blessed.
And in happiness I am dressed.


Details | Senryu | |

The Mighty Hulk

He is turning green…
Someone just made him real mad—
Keep the man happy!


Details | Rhyme | |

RIVERS

Rivers of life--that's what they are,
They cross our land from near and far,
Helping boats with food go up and down,
Bringing commerce and products to all the land.

Rivers flow-some slow, some fast-
They have brought many inventions from our past,
Fulton's steamboat, the first to be seen--
Started on a river flowing out to the sea.

Now, nuclear energy drives the great ships,
Out on the seas-everyone thinks this is so hip!
But boaters and fishermen still need the rivers,
So as we can see, rivers are still great givers.

Rivers of life-that's what they are-
Carrying trout, bass and other fish near and far,
I love to watch those currents so strong,
Sweeping its loads all night long.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

New Feathers, New Flight

Growing new feathers
stiff bones and frond wisps
Plumes iridescent
Flaming bronze and gold
to snatch ripe currents

Blown on the wind
me and these wings
full of new hope
and soft landings

Take the sky
Test your wings
Fly with me

We'll soar
alive!

Free!

.


Details | Rhyme | |

Walking a Tightrope (2005)

I am walking and you’re holding my hand
Ready to catch me when I land
Holding me steady so I won’t fall 
Not taking your eyes of me at all
Half way through and you let go
I almost trip as I look below
Its ok I can do this and walk across safe and sound
You jerk the rope and then I fall to the ground
On a tightrope you mislead me to believe you’re their
Its my fault I was unaware 


Details | Haiku | |

Full Moon

Eye of the night sky
Wide open with cloud-like brow
Guide me on the path.


Details | Free verse | |

Mrs. Hershey's Garden

In her garden, with the humid scent of every rose
looking over amusement's risk and welcoming desire
I wish to find myself with you.
Singing shoulders, with your hand upon me in the sun
breaking peace like bread at lunch with butterflies
and water sprays springing up in smiles.
Cat tails blowing, laying down to kiss the ground
with sweet nasturtium on their lips in red and coral yellow
while we open our eyes wider.
In her garden, with the herbs she seldom trampled
sneaking shade amongst the trees while rabbit eyes alert
the world to paradise discovered.
In her garden.


Details | Free verse | |

Submerge Me

Leisurely walking towards it,
My heart pounds with excitement 
As I walk into this perpetual
Freedom,  

It tenderly touches my feet, as
Goosebumps begin to
Drench my body…
A shiver in my spine refreshes me, 
As hairs on the back of my neck stand up,

Its arms get closer to me
And embrace my trembling body;
 The scent of surrounding lavender flowers
Increase with the breeze,

I breathe the odor of perfection,
As the sky brightly shimmers
With the gentle light of the sun,

I spread my arms, as if I were
A free bird, a symbol of liberty;
Melodies in the air began to chant,
The harmonious mixture of feelings
Was captivating, 

I continued walking,
As it continued soothing my soul,
With its magical, delightful, wonderful
Harmonies that enchant the mind,

Venturing my life, I walked further,
Knowing how precious it is…
To me,
It’s something called everything…

I walked even further,
Feeling its sympathy…
A-h-h! Sweet empathy; it’s
 A surrounding of everlasting comfort,

Emotions poured from the sky,
Cascading into its waters…
Particles of its smooth sand
Slithered on my skin…

Its waters that reflect the gleaming sunlight,
Its azure sky, its golden sand, and
Every single aspect of it…
Sedates my soul,

“Let your waves hold me for eternity...”
For in its arms,
My sorrow no longer can be.


Details | I do not know? | |

Little Girl On Bended Knees

She’s a little girl abused in so many ways.
She knows for everything theirs a price she pays.
She doesn’t go where other children play.
So much lost.
So much at cost.
She’s berried with in her pleas.
Clothing tore to all degrees.
She runs to the church knowing everything he sees.
Maybe he can set her free.
Little girl on bended knees.

She can’t wash his smell away.
No matter how much she bathes.
Do you really have to love daddy this way.
Day by day she prays.
So many memories will prey.
She wishes they would just fade away.
In the bushes she hides.
Daddy is dead inside.
To god she will confide.

“God who will believe me?
Who will see?
Mom always said it was just me.
Now she has to see.”
Little girl on bended knees.

Her life is so hard in part.
Yet not compared to what she sacrifices in her heart.
He slices it up and rips it apart.
She wants to point blame
But lowers her head in shame.
God taking over this little soles hope 
And his heart is breaking.
There is so much she is staking.

She raises her bloody hands high.
Deep down she wishes she could die.
But she made daddy finally say goodbye.
Six years old murdering daddy to finally be free.
Little girl on bended knees.


Details | I do not know? | |

NO END

RIPPING MEAT
TEARING AT THE BONE
LOST AND CONFUSED
TRYING TO FIND MY WAY HOME
THEY TAUNT AND LAUGH
WITH DEVINE SKILL
ERASING ME PIECE BY PIECE 
DESTROYING MY VERRY WILL
I AM BUT ONLY WHO I AM
I WAS PUT ON THIS EARTH
 TO BE TOURCHERED AND ABUSED
WHILE OTHERS LAUGH
AND ARE AMUSED
THERE IS NOTHING LEFT OF ME NOW
EXCEPT A SINGLE THREAD
THAT BINDS ME TO THIS EARTH
THE PLACE OF BLOODSHED
SO WHILE I SIT HERE
WAITING FOR THE END
ONLY TO FIND OUT
I WILL BE BACK AGAIN
AND WHEN I RETURN
I WILL SEEK MY REVENGE
FOR MY LIFE IS A CIRCLE
THERE IS NO END
by joshua lloyd


Details | Couplet | |

Puzzles

Put on the red coat, put on the mask
Flash dancers wait just to finish the task
To raise up the curtain on all of these acts
I don't know for certain, I don't have the facts
But somebody told me that you were the one
to brighten the moonlight and turn up the sun
to call in the ocean when twilight enfolds
the seashore at sunset when someone beholds
that miracle moment when all thinking ceases
When lovers and losers are equal in pieces
of puzzles in Sanskrit cascading free
If you give me your hand you can take all of me
I haven't a coin nor a deed real or written
I know you aren't sure and you haven't been smitten
but yesterday morning I saw something new 
I think it was me and I know it was you
Riding a rainbow, boy what a blast
Do you think there's a chance for a love that could last?


Details | Narrative | |

Fact and Tale

Between the lines, of fact, and tale,
a persons life, we know not well.
Some insight we have, but not all the truth,
between the lines, read by me, and you.
A release of sort, in our words of rhyme,
our therapy to calm, when we feel like crying.
Days will come, and then they pass,
bringing sunshine, and shadows that last.
Thoughts rekindled from yesterdays mind,
reading the words written from a poet in time.
Miles between, separate our face,
but words of wisdom we daily trace.
Explore the words from everyone here,
although very far, they are always so near.


Details | I do not know? | |

Catching Fire- Poem

This poem is inspired by the second book in The Hunger Games Series. Warning- Contains 
Spoilers!

Sparks aflame
Fire and rage spread
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run!

The capitol want's revenge!
They will do anything to get it.
Back into the arena I am sent
Pitting Peeta and I against each other.

A marriage proposal
never to be fufilled
they tricked us
It will never happen.

I have to go on
a twist in the story
Tick,tock,tick, tock
The arena is a clock

All living tributes 
taken out of the arena
a official is secretly a rebel
wanting to overthrow the capitol

But where is Peeta?
No where to be found
Caputured in the hands of the capitol
I must save him!


Details | Senryu | |

Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Sestina | |

Seeing What

Manifestations in life come from chosen
application of frequent thoughts in one's mind
Reveals and befalls a person's existence
Resource for combustion the fuel is spirit
This one can learn even if they not humble
All acts come into being through the body

Impulsive are the desires of body
Selfish at times be these acts one has chosen
Passion does carry energy for spirit
yet this life adventure is just one existence
There are many more for the creative mind
This should cause all to pause and be humble

Still those deny that there is a co-existence
carrying on with life never be humble
they all follow the dark path they have chosen
allowing uncontrolled thoughts to run the mind
Reluctantly it does comply the spirit
Paid by his holy sacrifice of body

Unlimited is the source of the spirit
becoming aware of this is to humble
knowing there is more than human existence
Serving only as a vessel the body
placed to carry out the deeds that are chosen
Placing utmost importance on state of mind

Considerations to remaining humble
It provides one with a peaceful existence
thoughtful are all of the decisions chosen
Willing compliant must be the spirit
Stable and balanced at all times is the mind
Righteous and just are the acts of the body

Coming to an understanding in one's mind
Relating all things as is to the body
Ever present to assist is the spirit
a faithful and loyal companion chosen
who steadily remain fixed to be humble
There in part lay a eternal existence

Sought after is a chosen
humble coexistence
of mind, body and spirit


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

RUNAWAY TRAIN

    RUNAWAY TRAIN

A runaway train a life full of pain
Running avoiding the hurt
Getting away with lies, dancing in the rain
Treating everyone like dirt
Call me insane 
I am my on freak on my runaway train

Running like the gingerbread man
Running as fast as I can
Catch me now if you can
Abandoning every life  plan
Removing the ones in my life I cannot stand
Finding myself in  Rome
How the Hell  did i end up in another land
Take me French men by the hand
Sent me back with the runaway brand

Trust me it is no joy to feel like a toy
Runaway train has been my only joy
Leaving everything behind
Meting myself as a homeless in every cargo
Runaway train in my on matchbox
Runaway train lighting up the flames
Runaway train my life full of speed
Running avoiding my hearts need
Tracking me down and you'll find me in my own  
( Soul Asylum) lost in a ( Runaway Train)



********A FUN SPROUT 
My runaway train has ended
, everyone joined, jumped in my cargo
My runaway train all the supers   mended 
Waiting on them who joined my Wells Fargo
Thank you  everyone for closing the contest, 
In less than 24 hrs. Did not expect that.
Being my first contest and all,
I looked for one thing i needed to see. 
A different point of view Of what I wrote above

SKAT


Details | Cinquain | |

Dog

                                              Dog
                                         Loyal, brave 
                                Loving, Playing, Gaurding 
                                      Best friend of man
                                                 Pet


Details | Villanelle | |

Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence...” --John F. Kennedy ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Soldiers of our armed forces, Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores, Light the way like liberty blazing torches They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces, urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, Soldiers of our armed forces Now Send home change of addresses, stories, photos, emails, strange places, Light the way like iron cut by torches Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises, brows sweating, under helmet gushes, Soldiers of our armed forces Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches, thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights, Light the way like laser torches Loved ones wear yellow broaches, anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles, Soldiers of our armed forces, Light the way like liberty blazing torches.


Details | Rhyme | |

When The Sun Rises

Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.

I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


Details | Lyric | |

Beyond The Arc

It was like a free throw 
from the three-point line.
I had all kinds of space and time;
It was a bank shot right off the board,
Then through the rim and net;
I scored.





©2014 Honestly JT




Details | Pantoum | |

Fun in the Rain

There’s a young girl that delights in the rain She wants to play, to fool around within There’s not a better place to run again The field that’s wet, fun’s about to begin She wants to play, to fool around within Nature has ways of bringing some beauty The field that’s wet, fun’s about to begin Nothing has more life than the rain you see Nature has ways of bringing some beauty As the shower allows for fun to come Nothing has more life than the rain you see The girl sure has a lot more fun than some As the shower allows for fun to come There’s not a better place to run again The girl sure has a lot more fun than some There’s a young girl that delights in the rain
Russell Sivey


Details | Narrative | |

Paratrooper's Gracious Descent—Mother Earth Below

It was the day I wanted the most
Yet dreaded as the worst,
Seeing the jumpmaster’s eyes
Way up there in the sky,
Waiting for the scream
“This is a paratroopers’ dream
Stand in the door—lean and mean!”
C130 paratrooper’s Jet, 1500 feet above earth
M16 Weapon by my side, ready to hit the dirt 

Knees bent as a dog’s leg on the ledge
Crackling nerves on screeching edge
Cotton dried mouth like a Sahara’s wedge
Soldier before me threw up his lunch
Stomach flipping—fear gripping  
Paratrooper’s static lines scraping, moving
Shinny brand new paratrooper’s boots 
Shivering to a shuffling groove
Trembling to its new roots

Cold palms slippery from sweating
Camouflaged face twitching like electric shocking
Eyes like a road map dredged with red
Boots shuffling towards the elliptical edge
Heard the jumpmaster’s words 
“Go, go, go—jump soldier!”
I felt like a lonely hanging leaf 
Growing from the side of a cliff
Just dangling in the breeze
Like a trapeze with distance in between

The moment of truth arrived
Saw the green paratrooper’s light
Heard the Jumpmaster’s voice—“Go!”
Cannonball leap into the rushing breeze 
Wings of angels—still praying all the more
One thousand…two…three…four…
Parachute opened above—“Puff!”
Then I knew from the Lord
As I descended safely below
I am still His beloved!




Details | Italian Sonnet | |

The Pirate and the Sea

The Pirate and the Sea Come sail to sea with me Let me show ye how it’s done Sailing that is, I’m not the only one Let’s go sailing on the sea Many a storm, thar will be But yer life has just begun Look up and see the shining sun Did you hear that loud boom? Just listen’ ta them thar drums Tonight they be drinking rum As pirates we’ll have a blast Ye’ll be dying whilst yer young Ship’s a sinking fast Life at sea really be such fun


Details | Ode | |

Danger love

subtle it starts, those thoughts of you
so cunning and quick, little I can do
with each pounce unexpected
claws dug in my mind
Love has me infected
no cure to find . . . .

loudly it roars! with every heartbeat
I sense the excitement
a moments defeat
my soul so enlightened
and still my knees weak.

Unable to run, no sense in escape
hooked by those eyes
im caught in a state
immobilised
by the antics of fate.

So here I stand, to you to surrender
you've won the heart
of a vagabond roaming
upon you to ponder,
however still knowing
your truelly a wonder
my smile fondly showing.

companions, companions, together to be
for that is the wish of the lover in me,
you're beauty is your nature
you're nature is free
tamed not by no master
amazing to see.
lets travel together, in search of a place
where we rest assured, our love shows its face.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Perspective on Life

Life is so precious when you’ve got health Good health is much more precious than wealth Be willing to explore what you can Discoveries help to make life grand New opportunities come your way Jump-in quick as they may go away Let the world know you want to join in Put your hand out and make a new friend Live life boldly, learn new things firsthand Take off your shoes and walk in the sand Don’t be timid because something’s new Adventure’s door is open to you There’s new things to learn, around the clock Open the door when you hear a knock You only get this one chance to live Experience what life’s got to give


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


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The Hunting Trip

Daddy went hunting.
Mamma went too.
Daddy got a deer,
but Mamma got two.

Mamma told her story
while Daddy stood by
looking like at any time
he was gonna cry.

We all thought "He's jealous
he only got one."
But, Daddy had a reason
he didn't shoot his gun.

The buck was at his blind.
He seen him at close range.
The path was clear and all at once
Daddy felt something strange.

He knew that she was waiting
over in her stand.
He had bagged so many deer.
Her fate was in his hands.

He tossed a stick to scare the deer.
He sat and watched it run.
He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot
(OR HER HUNTING DAYS WERE DONE!)

He sat patiently waiting 
for the gunshot near her stand.
When he heard her yell "I GOT ONE!"
he finally unclenched his hands.

The deer was his gift to her
although she never knew,
why Daddy only got one deer
and she got two.


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Ants

Silly ants? 
No. Silly humans and maybe silly ants. 
So egotistical and naive to think we are the grand creation. 
We live in a world where there is hope to sell as many people on the idea that they actually have all the answers. 
If they are unable to find an answer nowadays it is assumed that well, 
someone must know it. 
Of course, this person must be wiser if they have the answer in mind. 
Who knows how much cognitive dissonance leaks out of those who assume they could know everything if they wanted to, after all, a grand creation would hold the key. 
What If someone who has not been deemed successful had the answer to their question? 
They are simply not seen as wiser than the one who asks, 
but merely, an uneducated soul. 
They want you to give into your limits. 
They want them to seep through to all who accept them in order to kill learning and thrive their tools to enslave. 
We must have belief of one's self over open belief itself. 
To be imaginative you must let your mind conjure all the possibilities. 
Considering it all, willing to learn, 
and your mind becomes an open feed to the energy of the evolution of thought. 
To continuously learn you must be open to everything that may hold the possibility of truth. 
How do you know that ant isn't your God, spying on you from the throne? 
How can you possibly think you understand the difference between the microscopic to the non-comprehensive? 
We are but an organic spec to the dominance of these barriers,
though they securely hold us to these realms. 
We must soar past it and realize that we are not alone. 
Next time you see someone looking down on those ants with their horrifying sense of might, 
remind them, someone may be looking down on us with a sure tale of remarkable power in it's true form. 
We must diminish our false sense of power and give way to sincerity to one another and allow ourselves to pick at each others brains in the hopes we learn as much as we can from this life to the next test. 
I like to think that you may have started as a simple drop in the ocean and then you were set free into the eye of another. 
And then a plant and then you died and so on until you found yourself here today. 
Finally graduated to a human. 
Perhaps it was the other way around and you have to learn what it feels like to go from the top all the way to the bottom. 
Again and again until you learn what you're suppose to.
And then, you will be allowed to go home.


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The Rotten

Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled

Soundness remains what we will believe 
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief

The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!

Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers

Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride

-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal


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Hunting Buddies

Christmas of my tenth year brought a four-ten shotgun.
No longer a tag-along kid
Assaulting the deep drifts struggling to keep up,
But a real hunting buddy.

First rule was to memorize the ten commandments of gun safety.
I labored with those rules.
Would we ever really go hunting?
We would go to the sand pits for target practice.
I could shoot good.

Then began lessons to drive.
Not really drive, but just as Daddy showed me,
I would, with exaggerated movements, put the car in forward,
Then reverse, and move it back and forth a few feet.
Stretching my spine to its straightest to see over the wheel,
And my toes to their longest to reach the clutch and break.
The makings of very heady stuff for such a little person to control a great monster 
car.
I drove great adventures in those back and forth few feet.

I didn’t really comprehend what he meant
When he told me I might be the only one
To drive for help in case of an accident.
So I learned, and loved the driving too.

It made me more and more my daddy’s boy,
And more and more impatient for the day to come.
The car mastered,
We headed home from the sand pits.

The day was gray and damp and promising snow.
The car heater blasting back the cold.
Cheeks stinging with color,
I would finally, slowly, pull from memory each word of each rule,
Adding a definition in my own ten year old words.

With ear crushed to my bedroom door,
I strained with every fiber to hear Daddy’s muffled tones.
He told Mom he was going hunting in the morning.
Then with breath caught up in lungs so tense they hurt,
Eyes squinted so closed it forced a tear,
Just as if I made it happen, he added,
“I’ll be taking Judy.”


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Crazy

My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick 
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed


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Tesu A Folk Love Story of India 01

 
Prelude Note: The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India. The Tesuwalas* as depicted in the Poem are gradually diminishing with the passing of time and changing life styles. It's a tribute to that great warrior and lover, who sacrificed his life because he had promised. How and when you would come to know shortly..... Hope you would find this wonderful Indian traditional story a thing to remember. With best wishes before the festival of Dewali (Light) ...Ravindra Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part 1 The festival of the splendid lights Of Dewali, is not very far off, The Tesuwalas* would come to wish, You, your dreams and homes, Remain illuminated With happiness and colorful lights. 01 The Tesu* has come, With its pomp & show,* We have come to bless you, “Your dreams may come true” But please, take out some coins, From the far-far corner Of your miser purse, For the little girls and boys of Tesuwalas* Who come only once in a year to greet you. 02 The prevailing darkness,* Would eliminate soon, And all the blackness Of the night too, Would vanish soon, Just light your lamps, In this black dark night, As, only one single lamp Has the powe,r To eliminate any darkness, And you began to feel, The glimpse of light sublime. 03 Ravindra Kanpur India 4th Nov. 2012 To continue …..... Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws. Copying this story without the permission of the writer is strictly prohibited and would be subject to legal remedies taken by the writer. Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem. Pomp & Show* the earthen pot (Handiya) With a symbolic light in it and nicely decorated with a face with big mustache on the earthen pot is the pomp & show of Tesu. Tesuwalas* - Hindi word. The young boys and girls, who carry The decorated earthen pot with holes and a light inside on their head and come Once in a year near Dewali are called ‘Tesuwalas’ prevailing darkness*- A night without Moon/b>/center>


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Like Gold Dust

Pile up treasures; rise and fall.
And want the lake and not the land fall,
Hold the bizarre beast, I wish wife.
My life is abandoned to the Life.

Behold an ideal idol of a wife:
The down fall will soon be late,
Whilst the crescent lake will wait;
This day will emerge another life.

Now bread and butter set on the table,
But miss the compassionate ring of able,
And call for the lonely wandering widower,
This moment can’t afford losing her.

Should I accept the defeat of livelihood,
And immortalize the spirit of widowhood?

My life is given to the Light.
These episodes of testing I can’t face:
I plant prayer for its erase,
And wind for a save and safe alight.


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Gypsy King

Glorious are the days we ride, my love.
You and I riding in the morning light.
Passions racing hearts are thundering.
Sunrise explodes pink and purple streaks across the sky.
You and I smiling, riding together in the first light.

Kindred spirits racing together chasing the morning star.
Intoxicated on the morning air.
Nowhere, but here in this moment.
Glorious is the day we ride.


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Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


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Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Follow the Yellow Brick Road As I was walking Along my chosen path Where each step marks A notch this world hath I caught a glimpse of A Yellow Brick Road Like the one from Oz Once long ago told Now how the glimpse Came my way I chose a path to take On a sunny day Back to work from break Strolling merrily along Head held high with joy Whistling a happy song I jumped over a little crack Just purposely out of my way Being sure to be aware Never matters which day As I came up to my office Tapping a rock with my heel Then the feeling hit me The vision seemed very real A comparison factor in our minds Creating obstacles out of fear Or do we step over them To prove we are there It’s our choice to place sunshine On the path we choose to go Thus creating a happy path To Follow the Yellow Brick Road Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Playing Peek A Boo {Edit}

<                             coniferous tree
                       playing peek a boo .... shuffle                                
                              candid smiles glisten


{ Christmas }






Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All


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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 | Heroic Couplets | |

Errors Made In Knowing

Honestly stubbornly looking forward logically
A loyal humanistic individual does unpredictably
Having determination to stay friendly cemented
One rebels with aloof detachment though group-oriented


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Daddy's Baby Girl

he used to remember when she was in his arm.

he told himself he would protect her from any harm.

she was small and fragile like any other baby.

but now shes matured to a full grown lady.

she graduated high school along with her friends.

she left behind all the drama and the silly trends.

now its her time to continue the next chapter of life.

but the dads pain of seeing her leave is as sharp as a knife.

however she does go away for college.

she will inspire people with her knowledge. 

during her college life she meets new people.

but she also hooks up with the wrong guy who is evil.

he threatens her and gives her bruises.

she is exhausted and feels like she always loses.

so she decides to overdose on a pill.

she even thinks of jumping out the windowsill.

but she knows she is stronger than this.

so she packs her things and goes back to the person she missed.

so the dad gets a surprise visit.

he says, "It's your boyfriend isn't it"?

she replies, "Yes but i wont see him anymore".

the dad replies back, "So come on in what are you waiting for".

deep down he is happy his daughter is there.

but he doesn't want to disappoint her as if he didn't care.  

but during the visit she gets mixed up with gangs and thugs.

during the visit she even starts selling drugs.

but as usual someone ends up in jail.

that's when the dad pays for her bail.

but old habits die hard...

because the dad finds his daughter high in his yard.

fed up with her behavior he says, " No more!"

so he packs her things and exits her out the door.

he is upset but he knows he had to make the choice.

he closes the door and already misses the sound of her voice.

two months pass and there is a knock on the dads door.

it's his daughter severely ill and extremely poor.

she says, "Dad I'm sorry please take me back home".

he tears up replying, "Of course your still my baby girl... even if you are full grown".

 










 


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Hard Headed Women

<                                        she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man 

                                          when they get together
                                          they join hand and hand
                                          for loves be glory
                                          in this fairy tales story

                                        
                                          for she's a hard headed women
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          though shes stubborn as an mule
                                          but can make that man still drool
                                          as he's so shy
                                          but  captured her roving eye


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man


                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man


                                          now don't you just think
                                          romance can start out as a wink
                                          even if it may be a little lie
                                          come on little boy now give it a try


                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft harded man



                                      
                                          
My Next 
Country Western Song   LOL


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Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.


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The Cowboy Way

Watch those buckaroos lose their insides when saddled to a wild one untied it’s fer a sight when they ride . Yiddy –up was the wail when a bull of a devil left his trail some kinda fight on the road to hell.
No wonder I headed for Whiskey Row with some forty drinks down below sure is thunder in your hole will rock your soul as you face the mighty cold.
Strums my guitar and softly singing as the cowboys are around the camp fire ringing as the fire is blazinin another day is hazing. Got the notion for prayin as another cowboy was payin and he was sayin
Lord ya know the deeds I’ve done and in the shadows I have hung I just wanted  to be thankful for meeting me on this fateful day and in  thy range I will forever stay.
Vanita Allgood	


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Urge To Smile

Urge To Smile
By Nate Spears


The morning sun rises
My flesh is set back 
Due to my body needing 
Much needed rest
I wonder 
Does anyone else feel 
the urge to smile?
I know right now 
I'm feeling sour


A grin attached to my face
That lights up the sky
Behind my clouds of joy 
There lies a lie
With everyone wondering how?
How can he smile
with so much going on
Rapidly by the hour
People losing their homes


Some can barely feed their kids
The government is gone
They rather spend our money 
On billion dollar drones
Never the less
We're blessed
We're here to see another day
Being healthy and relevant
Gives me strength
To soar into a new day
With unlimited fight 
Packed up under my wings


Another day 
Another chance
For tomorrow 
Thanks in advance
As long as I'm living
I can better my condition 
It's mandatory to smile
A privilege to be living.


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A Most Amazing Adventure



Was once a shy and retiring sort Never wanted to draw attention to myself Always listened, never offered my thoughts Never felt I had anything interesting to say That was then, this is now Have you heard the expression “Coming out of one's shell” That saying was invented for yours truly From black to white The transition has been astounding Extreme is another good word to describe it Poetry has allowed me to release my inner soul To say things that have always been in my heart But were never uttered for fear of ridicule The heartfelt joy and happiness That I now possess Is beyond description, it has helped me realize I too, have something to offer And the rewards for me Have been so much more than I could have ever imagined I guess every life has lessons to learn Every step of the way We never stop learning till our final day Life is a most amazing adventure! © Jack Ellison 2014


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If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight


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For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest


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Journey

.
  
J  ourney, journey as I travel
O  ver hill and dale through
U  untold many quiet deep waters
R  emembering now hues
N  oted on pages all lifes' stages
E   very detail stored away for ages
Y   earning to retrieve for my sage

Finis'

Combination of Poulter's measure and 
Rhyme


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Take That Special Spark

Unique it is in each individual
It's source remains unknown those who fail to see
Defined is Pauli exclusion principle
It's will dies in you if you just let it be

Learning  nature is required to nurture
It's effect on your will in each decision  
Or it will change into an old world vulture
Enlighten it's will to enhance your vision


Details | Limerick | |

Wonderful Star

                                   There once was a wonderful star 
                                 Who thought she would go very far
                                            Until she fell down
                                         And looked like a clown
                                   She knew she would never go far
                                     She would land near the moon


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Self-Portrait of Life


As I draw my eyes I think about what I have seen, what I have witnessed, what I have turned my eyes away from with but a blind stare, and all those special moments I missed that done passed and gone, but above all I think about what I have yet to see when I die.
 As I draw my face and hair I think about I think about how the "Great One Above" has made me what color skin that I am and how he has shaped my attitude into what my life has become and what society and environment I was placed and grew up in around which culture or cultures I have become or unknowingly integrated.
 As I draw my ears I think about what I have heard, what I am still hearing and what I choose not to hear among the many noises surrounded within ones hearing, but above all I think about what death has sounded like not in just one but many different loud but yet still very silent noises around one.
 As I draw my body I think about what my body has endured, what it has failed to do so many times but also what it has finally conquered and still yet to conquer in a world of complete competition with sports so violent and unforgiving for winning does not forgive losers in a world striving to be winners.
 As I draw my hands I think about how they have created so much but also trying not to think about how much they too have destroyed. I think about how I can easily create bad more than the good like an addiction that cannot be stopped among an addicted world full of fiends waiting to get their fix….but above all as I draw these words of life I think about how the heck I am still here today writing about it…..how I am still here enduring it and how I am still here even to share it…Thank You “Great One Above”…..


Details | Ballad | |

A New Day

I might sparkle in the night but I'm not the only star you might not see them in the sky it depends on where you are Am I the only light in your eyes that makes you smile when you cry if your favorite's what you say don't you blink it might fade away Only when we give everything we're truly ready for better things we invite ourselves off to drift the steam rises and our spirits lift Follow me, into sun sets be brave and strong with no regrets and when the sea takes the light we'll find a new day after the night there's still a new day after the night


Details | Free verse | |

Green Horse Trough

Hot sun on my back, leaning over the horse trough,
scrubbing the green slim off the sides.
The edge burns my hands and arms as I look for a hold,
Finally cooling the rim with water from the pump.

The bouquet from the trough instantly painted a familiar picture
Of hot, still summer lakes,
Sitting under ancient willows,
Fishing for what ever small life would sacrifice itself to a young fisherman.

Water bugs scoot around the tall grasses ringed with green algae.
Teased by a breeze, willow fingers wrap around a daydream.
One of conquering its mighty branches, with tree houses and rope swings,
While crawdads keep stealing the bait.

The water is clean and clear and cool again.
With memories of her own, my horse pays homage to my work
By burying her face in the trough up to her eyes,
And blowing bubbles out of her nose.


(Some warm nostalgia for a cold winter day.)


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Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college


Details | Epic | |

Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

TO MY DEAREST BROTHER

TO MY DEAREST BROTHER

On the quest to look for peace in a peaceful land
We embarked on a journey of no return
Looking for light to lighten our darkness
Tomorrow is way too far away; we left yesterday
The sea of our destiny is a busy road
We alone sail alone to our future; the destination
Strong winds of trials and pirates of adversity not minding their business
Always trying to be the obstacles in reaching our destination.

So many experiences out there to experience in this journey
What is adversity and trials that we cannot stand them? 
So assured and bound to reach our destination as prophesied
God owns our ship; he can’t allow his captains fall prey to sea predators 
Let’s believe in him and believe in ourselves strongly
Never you forget that I’m your co-captain as we will always co-operate
Will always be there with you to ensure that our ship doesn’t sink
 will be too strong for them; not even the storm nor tsunami of life can stop us



										Lordvip
									September, 2013.


Details | Ballad | |

Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Blank verse | |

Yumitripela

whenever I see you
i’m thinking of him

i greet you
you greet me
we talk and
we talk and
we talk
we are silent because
we are thinking of him
we are silent

so long ago it is
almost forgotten
i think it is ten years
you say it is twenty
we both have forgotten
for that is much better
it soon will be thirty
we keep on forgetting

it was on a day
that was much like today
it was grey
it was cloudy
no blue in the skies
but neither did rain fall
and to our surprise we saw
specks of a rainbow
we searched and we found it
the hole in the clouds

i know not the season
because it was cloudy
it felt like the winter
when snow had all melted
but also like summer
when sunshine was missing
and we were together
together with him

i still do recall that
it was on the third
but i know not the month
and i know not the year
or the day of the week
but whenever i see
number three written down
i am thinking of you
i am thinking of him
i still do recall
how that day did begin 
when it all felt exciting
for we were together
together with him

our lives seemed so splendid
our lives seemed so good and
our lives seemed eternal
for you and for me
and especially for him

we three went out strolling
although it was freezing
but it was not raining
so we went out strolling
together with him

one  question keeps nagging us
who is to blame for this
this could be  my fault
or this could be your fault
or this could be his fault
yes this could be his fault
we did it together
yes i did it
you did it
he did it too

they asked us what happened
but we just kept silent
they asked and they asked us
but i just kept silent
and you just kept silent
yes we both kept silent
too long and too guilty
we found not the words
not for me
not for you
not for him

we’re now linked together
forever connected

forever connected
with you and with him

whenever I see you
i’m thinking of him


Details | Verse | |

US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.. 
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US.  
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died. 
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.  
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US. 

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

VISIT US AT; http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Details | Free verse | |

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



Details | Pantoum | |

Summer Memories From The Tree of Life

Summer season was  my childhood’s  greatest fun  time,
We played with toys out of a coconut tree which is a tree of life,
We  built  little houses beautifully and so high as we climbed
Like a flying trapeze  on its leaves,  we swung so high.

We played with toys made of coconut trees, the tree of life,
My playmates joined me in building  little houses using a dull knife,
Out of its leaves and midribs, we made walls, roofs and doors,
Pretended as good cooks with its coconut shells  and fruits.

My playmates joined  me in building little houses using a dull knife
Pretended  to live together as families with husband and wife,
I took the role of an elder sister in our little comfortable house
I combed the hair of a younger sibling with a coco midrib brush.

Pretended to live together as families with a husband and wife
Just like small neighborhood or community along the riverside
We chose one of the eldest playmates to be the group captain,
The leader of  unity and cooperation in building more tents.

Just like small neighborhood or community along the riverside
We helped one another as piles of coco leaves we made as rides,
We made unique toys out of leaves and roots as much as we could
Like trumpets when blown, we covered our ears for its loud sound.

We helped one another as piles of coco leaves we made as a ride
We webbed balls, insects and other toys for a surprise to hide,
When the captain signaled to show who's the most  had a reward
Then ran with our wind vanes to the beach and marched forward.

We webbed  balls, insects and other toys for a surprise to hide
We played with toys out of a coconut tree which is a tree of life,
When the captain signaled us to show  the most  had a reward
A wonderful  summer  memory  from a Tree of Life I've ever had!


Sept. 11,2012

Note: The coconut trees are considered the “Trees of Life”. They can provide almost all the things we need like shelter, clothing, foods and others. So, let us preserve coconut trees! They are very helpful but be careful because they are also  risky during typhoons, LOL.   There are many coconut trees in our backyard especially along the riverside connecting to the beach. These trees had added so much joy on summer time during my  childhood years/graders.


Details | Ballad | |

Star-Gazed Nostalgia

Lets climb up that old tree, 
make the clouds disappear. 
Let’s climb up that old, lemon colored tree, 
make the rain clouds disappear.

Rough wood, and a rickety ladder,
White christmas lights trim the slumping roof
over a few branches 
and we're crawling-
through the doors 
of a star-gazing tree house
 full of nostalgia. 

Sounds of traffic, cross walk conversations 
Trotting past that old jazz bar, 
a mexican family arguing on the stoops, 
funny how an unknown language 
can still make sense on the inside.
the mother gestures her son upstairs to sleep, 

But my world’s only waking. 
There’s a party up ahead. 
and there’s something ‘bout the nights’ breeze
blowing off the cars and into the trees. 
its Got my heart singing about this new love I’ve found.


Details | Narrative | |

Grandma

She measured only five foot tall,
With her stooped shoulders, even shorter.
Towered over by her strapping son,
My mother and each other daughter.
Grandma came from sturdy stock. 
On her own strength, she relied
To raise her five young children,
After my grandpa died.

Mother was only six years old,
She could barely remember when
Her daddy died of consumption.
That’s what they called it then.  
There was no such thing as welfare,
So Grandma was left alone,
To find a way that she could raise 
Her family on her own.

Opportunities for women
Before the First World War
Were almost non-existent.
The wolf was at their door.
So my grandma took in washing, 
Ironing and clothes to mend.
The enormity of her labors,
I can’t even comprehend.

I have pictures of her and her family,
All so neatly dressed
In crisp white dresses and starched shirt,
Attired in their Sunday best.
Did her children know her sacrifice,
How this woman had to strive
To see they were fed and sheltered,
And to keep them all alive?

My memories of my grandma,
Are when she was old and alone.
She was frail and ill but managed 
To face life on her own.
She had her little garden,
And planted by the moon.
She bragged that no one in the town
Was eating fresh peas so soon.

I never heard her grumble
About her difficult life 
Or that she had been a widow
Much longer than a wife.
My grandma had the steely will,
That has made this nation grow.
Without her kind, we wouldn’t have
The ease that we now know.

So when ever the days are rainy
And I’m feeling sorry for myself,
I start to remember Grandma, 
Take her album from the shelf.
Surrounded by life’s luxuries
Of the kind she never knew,
I wonder at my grandma,
And the way she battled through.

She barely knew of radio,
And  would have been enchanted
With television and its wonders,
Which we take so much for granted.
Grandma was a true pioneer.
Her road was long and rough.
Her granddaughter should be ashamed.
To claim she has it tough.

I salute you Grandma and love you.
I was  proud to call you Gram.
And no one needs to tell me that
You were of sterner stuff than I am.



Debbie:  Perhaps we could have another category such as  "Provider"





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Details | Free verse | |

When opportunity knocks

Uncrowned 
kings and queens of madness walk
through halls burning with self confidence. 
Nervous incandescent eyes peer down from rafters 
unsure how their flesh and bone hosts
will survive visibility. 

What do they see
these eyes of ghosts? 
In reference frames 
made so close
to images of what they know 
behind shields of darkness and of doubt.

Drop into the heat 
with the kings and queens of madness;
feel the flames sear your skin
as color once more fills your eyes.
Enjoy your walk in the fire 
below the rafters.

For cold dark dead
with no shine but smell
will paint itself,
perfectly
over you in time.


Details | Limerick | |

Black Friday

<                     ladies ~ gentlemen ~ start those ...... engines
                         miss  ~ Ho ~ down - prices .... would be a sin
                                        best buy - circuit city
                                   black ~ friday .... how pitty
                        5 am ~ now ~ who ~ wears ~ smiling ... grins 





                          k- mart ~ wal - mart ~ target ~ pennys
                              red tag sales of many and plenty
                                 but you must buy in bulks
                        and ~  get ~ guy ~ like ~ the ... hulk
                to ~ push ~ cart ~ while ~ you ~ chat ~ with ... jenny




                         let's ~ all ~  hop ~ on ~ over ~ to ~ I - hop
                         your one stop for christmas breakfast slop
                                sure pancakes sounds yummy
                                     but wait till hits tummy 
                                 be sitting on stool till it plops




Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Commericialized Holiday Humor Contest
Gl All And Happy Holidays
Love Kathy & Jenny


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Soul

Its depth, laid there in dark.
 
The beat of my heart I feel the thump.
 
What is it that we love  so freely?
 
The anger that drives us from inside.

 
That of a passion to which burns through us.
 
That of our skin only flesh but human.
 
It is the emptiness we feel when we are alone.
 
That of no existance do we live but death.
 
That of ourselfs we drown in sweet sorrow.

 
There, my soul lays in darkness.
 
My emotions torn through like that of shredded paper.
 
The thorns it rips with blood drips.
 
My persistance vidal but weak.
 
My signs of no recovery.

 
My death is sure to be near.
 
My love pulled apart from me.
 
The heart, only a single thump.
 
It crys the pain of tears.
 
How do I live?

 
It is only God's grace I survive.
 
But for what?
 
To just live and die,to be hurt inside!
 
It is purpose I strive as I fight.
 
But life that bits as I am taken.

 
As I lay here awake, I am not sleep.
 
My mind wondering where we go wrong?
 
Where did I? Or did I?

 
My love angers out of control.
 
The words are not that of a justify man.
 
But the hurt and feelings hard to deny.
 
I die these days in silence.
 
Alone and in darkness but no remoirse.

 
My soul,void and without love.
 
My life, just that of a man.
 
Dead but with life he gives me to live.
 
I am only what I am.
 
Just a man without cause and dreams.

 
But I am a man of true being.
 
Kill me that I may rise again.
 
Rise, Rise, to my full potential of being!
 
Love in my heart once more that it may be real.
 
But be ever lasting til the days of my end.
 
That there, the soul prevails and the heart beat as one again.


Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Ballad | |

Family First

I cant believe Im going to have my own family, something I never had; 
Its time to step up and be a real dad; 
Now I can remember the things that make me happy and forget the things that make me sad;
 Its time that I start doing good than the bad; 
I want for my child to see me as a role model; 
Its time I break my own chains to that alcoholic bottle; 
I want to be that someone who can be trusted to follow; 
I silently cry at night because the truth is hard to swallow; 
I jus hope I can make that change today not tomorrow; 
I got to change before I end up in an?early hearst; 
My art is my gift and alcohol is my curse, I must break my own alcoholic thirst;
 I must relieve my own selfishness tendencies before they burst; 
I got to stop making alcohol my only because its no longer just about me, because my very own family comes first


Details | Free verse | |

Neverland over Wonderland-- Recited

To the moon, Alice, to one of the many moons… Forget the rabbit hole for once let’s go in a different direction, to lands beyond imagination Take my hand, Alice, hold on to mine, and never let go… Trust me as we leave reality we’ll take that next turn to the right, and race towards sunlight Toss caution to the wind, Alice, live carefree like a child would… Cut off those ropes and hooks that bind you don’t be scared of your own shadow, rather, dance with it like there’s no tomorrow Tap into laughter again, Alice, so that fairies can frolic to its melodies… Remember how good it feels Cheshire cat grins—those come and go, but laughter lives in hearts you know Think not of time, Alice, escape with me where dreams are born… Step off that cliff towards uncertainty just fly away, boosted by happiness, embracing adventure and silliness To the moon, Alice, across and over it, to the land of Never You’ve been to the land of Wonder and learned to grow up, but I have to say, sometimes going back to the start shows the right way… http://www.4shared.com/music/rOkXpaip/nowdrlnd.html? --kindly highlight the link above, then either --right click on it and allow to open in new tab/browser OR --right click, copy and paste onto a new tab/browser Thanks.... ***September 25, 2010*** written for Deborah’s Harvest Moon ;p contest--> "to the moon Alice"


Details | Ballad | |

Im Gone

Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks 
Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white 
Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts 
Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack 
Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks 
Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack 
Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past 
Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back 
I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast 
How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast 
God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask 
I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask
 Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas 
So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it 
The devil trying to get my soul and behold it 
but I know only this one man controls it 
Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it 
So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it 
Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE BETRAYAL

     THE BETRAYAL
 Absconded from the scene, but dying fast,
 to seek a vengeance in a candle flame,
 I whisper names as prayers, a spell is cast,
 and goes about its deed--this is no game.

 The power none believe is really there;
 (or speak of, tongue in cheek, at very best)
 too soon is born and takes me everywhere,
 to ride the devil's beast upon my quest,

 and have no mercy, it will drive you mad,
 as you have done to me within my past,
 and just as soon, you'll lose the mind you've had,
 to whimper in the dark. The spell is cast.

 Breathe slowly now, and know this is your end,
 where once was written, you were safe and sane; 
 that on the day when you betrayed this friend--
 --your life has come to be eternal pain.
          ©  ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)


Details | Blank verse | |

REMEMBERING

REMEMBERING 

Age sedates the imperfections of youth
excuses passions and
accommodates inexperience
Yet we heap glory on the culture
of their newly discovered experiments.  
Often we tremble to see them go astray
biting away at civilized norms.
But when they reflect our dreams
of hedonistic excesses we smile
and wonder how to recapture the fire
that now simmers; a burnt out ember 
of a flaming heart.

C.A.K. 10-1-2012


Details | Lyric | |

Never Fight Alone

I got mad. Didn't know how to use my energy. So I made this song on the piano. I want to sing it with my brother when he's better. I hope he does get better soon. 
Dedicated to David. Just been so angry lately. And so sad. . .

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Verse I: (David) I was alone What can I say? I was lost Couldn't pray I was trapped In their games I regret it Everyday Verse II: (Laura) I was jaded By my sin Never sweated Anything Couldn't sleep Couldn't dream I was scared Of everything Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Verse IV: (David) I'm losing faith Can't find the way Can't erase The things I say I see the world Instant pain! If I'm anything I'm insane Verse V: (Laura) Don't talk that way! Just look at me! You are stronger Then I'll ever be! I pulled you in I pushed you free I was foolish Please come back to me Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand We'll never fight alone Never Fight Alone


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

My Name is Phyllis

Of all the names my mother could have named me
She named me after a radio soap opera show 
One that came on once a week you know
The name of it long forgotten you see

As I went out to search my name
I see it describes me to a "t"
Passive, friendly, easy going nature is me
Loves to be sociable and easy to tame

Likes the pleasant things in life.
The name means a green bough or leaf
Blue is my favorite color and that's no beef
I am generous and hate any strife. 

I do not like friction or tension
That means I avoid some situations
I have a very idealistic imagination
Lack ambition was mentioned.

Confidence seemed to be lacking
But I always take charge you know
Busy as a bee and always on the go
I guess this is telling me I must be slacking.

Another name picked you see
Was, Bubbles , my childhood nickname
Because of my serious nature this was insane
Wonder who picked that special name for me.

It said the name is derived from Greek
Some of it correct, some not in my eyes
Some the truth ,  but some lies
It is the true Phyllis, you must seek.





Details | Ode | |

Life Of The Imagination

        Life Of The Imagination

Imagination has never had a bath or shower
It does not know of soap
Plays with itself for hours
Hanging from a rope
Hopes for handouts
There are no places it can’t go
In dirty crevasses in dark shadows
It takes chances with glass and wire
Wine becomes expired in its mind
Meandering with tigers, gliding off of stars, where parsecs spark 
Falls back into dark matter of inner space
Imagination visits here on Earth for merely seconds
Swings out to a nova blast without its nova cane
And again comes here to the home planet to drink square particles of rain
It named its first 10 children candy
None of them were sweet 
The next 10 he called Mortimer 
Bought them homes by buffer zones near Kansas 
On Christmas it lays Easter eggs on pine needles
Pine trees are used as tooth picks in all seasons
At Thanksgiving it pitches forks
Imagination has no fear of anything accept divorce
It writes the laws in crayon while dancing through the canyons
There are fleeting moments that can never pass beyond its grasp
There are things in space and time that even chance can’t handle
Sometimes Imagination takes me places
I really don’t want to go, without my sandals on
He is my friend but wakes me up at midnight
Places pen and paper in my hand and makes me work
While he just sits there counting sheep and eating candy
Remembering they were his children
None of them were sweet
I wish sometimes imagination would fall right off the Earth
After all, he’s the one who calls it flat
For what that’s worth


Details | Acrostic | |

Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  W-eaned from tender 
age,in noble family of ten.
  H-urt by the demise of 
the tube that brought 
me into this theater of 
struggles and pains.
  O-rdered about by the 
whimps of this 
world,facing the hurdles 
of life daily from 
cradle,never giving up 
hope.
  
  A-fine young man of 28 
I am,who has the 
experience and wisdom 
of the aged.
  M-astering the arts of 
life-learning from lessons 
of life's victims and 
didactic poems 'cos man 
of fame I intend to be for 
I bear the name Bob.

  I-lost my poetic gift at a 
stage but recovered it in 
poetrysoup for invisible 
entities say a 
lesser being I shall be,but 
another encourages me 
to move on,for great is 
one who comes out of 
the shackles of life 
undeterred for this is who 
I am.



Name: Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24-10-2013.


Details | Rhyme | |

Life is a Highway

We are all distant travellers In this world full of strangers, Journeying through valleys and plains Nor taking path on tops or sides of mountains. Each one of us has his own backpack As we follow a trail without turning back, When our feet sore and feel like giving up We will look for a ride that offers us a kind hop. Our journey does continuously go As we anticipate a place where we don’t know, However, this would never be the right thing to do Be certain, take a breath as we go through. If we cross our fingers and focus on our goal We possibly reach the place, the desires of our soul, If checkpoint stops us in any time of the day Smile! Then, we’ll travel smoothly and freely on life’s highway.
Written: Sept. 2,2012 Honorable Mention Contest: Rhyme Poem contest with the theme Life is..... (Title of Choices: Life is a Highway, Life is an Adventure, Life is a Dance) Contest Judged: 9/8/2012 12:00:00 AM Poet Sponsor: Kim Merryman


Details | Limerick | |

Deal Or No Deal

<                             Once was a gal shopped all garage sales
                               Nuts ~ bolts ~ screws ~  all found in one big pail
                               Husband said had nice rack
                               Wife turns ~ gives him.... good smack
                               Loaded - buckshot - and - boy - did - he .... wail 



Written by
Katherine Stella 
9/8/2012                              
                             
Entry For
Skat's
A Poets Garage Sale
GL ALL


Details | Light Poetry | |

Mathematics

The 
Distance 
Between 
Your 
Dreams 
And 
Reality
Is 
Equals
To
Action
Divided
By
Multiple
Passions 
Obstacles
Subtracted 
To
Shape
Up 
Obsessions 
in
Repetition


Details | Monorhyme | |

Journey of a Raindrop

You think your life's so rushed?
You've never been literally flushed,
or frozen and really crushed.
I've been through all a thousand times,
maybe more if you read between the lines.
My names 'Rob' and i'm a raindrop,
how my journey never seems to stop,
for each time I am let go,
as a hailstone or flake of snow,
I seem to know which way to go,
how to find a rivers flow.
From mountaintops up so high,
or sometimes a desert oh so dry,
even occasionally that tear from your eye,
the lives I lead as time goes by.
So much of what you see, depends on me,
and friends of mine, who taste so fine.
Rumours surrounding us are rife,
some say we even birthed life,
binding organic cells like husband and wife,
splicing genes with the creaters knife.
We are as alien as they come,
formed so far away from your sun,
oh the many ways we now run,
being in cocktails is such fun.
A typical journey for me would be,
generally one that begins at sea,
with the warmth and humidity,
thats what lifts and frees me,
and I drift wherever the wind breezes me,
across golden sands to exotic lands,
swelling clouds like poorly glands,
as our molecules hustle, you may hear thunder rustle,
a little flex of muscle, it's a friendly bustle.
But it's hard work to fly so high,
the pull from the ground really does try,
and beg me to drop, it's ever so dry,
like heavenly tears, please, please cry.
So please don't loudly grumble,
if you hear a cloudly rumble,
as raindrops start to tumble,
how would you like to fly 3months non-stop,
when you're so tired, could almost flop,
to hear everyone below say "please don't drop"
It's exhausting work, just being water,
my wifes often dropped, no-ones ever caught'er
But we fall to earth, a new re-birth,
landing upon a hill so tall,
roll down gently, listen for rivers call,
a lucky streak, if you find a creek
waters motorway, no path to seek,
carving through canyons so deep,
diving over waterfalls so steep,
or meandering with a silent creep.
Where the forks do meet we grow, 
into a rushing river with busy flow.
You can watch us for hours, until beckoned,
but it changes every Neutro-Second,
have that thought you ever reckoned?
Maybe we all look the same to you?
Water's water, through and through,
but that rivers' constantly anew,
past you I quickly flew,
as we head back to the sea,
awaiting our next epic journey,
whenever the sky turns cloudy,
the weather seems to be gettin' rowdy,
after the days turned wet and gloomy,
can you see the rainbow through me?
Take a second to think of me,
all the beautiful sights I see,
it's not so bad when it's rainy!


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NOAHS ARK

written 9th June 2013


As all the paired animals, were boarded onto the Ark
 Noah, with his final list, ticked them off as a simple task

No one saw, the two flies go pass
 sneaking aboard under a golden mane, on a horse with class

While the flies were free to roam
 eventually starting their journey on home

When they finally, got to the top of the Ark
 looking for there home, but nothing could be seen in the dark

Since that day, that they were stowaways
 arrogantly, believing humans stole them that day 

And have vowed, since that day as "we are to blame
 humans would have to pay, terrorizing us "even still today

The secret I've heard is they were never even invited onto the ark
 all who were on the list, voted if the flies be added to the task

Not to Noah's surprise, they were a pest and for the "entire time
  not "one vote did they receive, no, not from one single mind

They would never again return back to their homeland
  everyone disappointed, think "wouldn't our summer's be grand



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Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


 


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Our Journey

We have been on a beautiful journey
One I shall never ever forget
The best journey yet

You were with me all the way
each moment of each day
In my heart you will forever stay

We travelled many roads
Through so many emotions
But love shone through for me and you

God put your hand in mine
In universal love to shine
Through space and time


And though I never understood
I always knew I should
Never give up on love

So here we are today
Back home to stay
With one very important thing to say

I love you all


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Dancing Angels

Angels in heaven
Dancing on a small puddle
Always stay afloat


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Mental Rhythm 2008 Version 2

Less stress
More Sex
More Partying
More Laughing!


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Waves of Change

Waves of Change Changes in life descriptionalized In comparison to waves of the ocean Our bodies are made mostly of water A body of water with flowing emotions Now an ocean will flow peacefully Until there is a bit of turbulence Disrupting from a smooth flow With the up and down currents As we walk onto a new path A different kind of feeling steps in New ventures can be scary in thought Of what is left behind when we begin An air of difference can bring on a spin To a funnel effect as does a water spout Sometimes when in the spin motion cycle We are shaded by clouds and cannot see out When actually caught within the spin We do not see the change is there Our sense of direction is lost We become totally unaware If you are the one caught Within that fast paced spin You will not be able to see The shape you are really in That’s the time we need someone To give us a tap on the shoulder It’s not a matter of who knows more Or which one of the other is older You’ll need a friend like Dory was Saying to just keep swimming the sea To never give up your hopes and dreams As changes in life really just happen to be Florence McMillian (Flo)


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The Guest

We had a guest my Gizmo and me,
we met on a midnight walk.

He was small and had a fluffy tail,
so Gizmo went to talk.

Tomato juice and baths til' 3 --
We had a guest, my Gizmo and me.


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Doors

Il vaut mieux- as there was nothing.
None knocks at the door, as I don’t knock more
A horse doer, escaping from the stable
I penetrate a place then dropping from the window
Humming – hawing,
Rushing,
Sighing,
-In a far bench
I count the stumbling words, trailing the weakened tongue

Il vaut mieux- as there will be everything.
I come looking for incision to run away
The scattered papers, I let go
Trying another iron or wooden door
I’m crazy about wall’s hole
Joyful,
Sorrowful,
Lustful,
Our relation is like railway lines
We meet underneath the pressure of changing the course.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Dressed Blues

<                                                 he took the fall
                                                   dressed blues call now
                                                   hearts wall skips beat

 

Written by Katherine Stella 8/7/11



A Than-Bauk, conventionally a witty saying or epigram, is a three line "climbing rhyme" poem of Burmese origin. Each line has four syllables. 

The rhyme is on the fourth syllable of the first line, the third syllable of the second line, and the second syllable of the third line. 

Tribute To U.S Marine Corps
Hu RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH


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My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


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Romancing the Turtle

          Romancing The Turtle

A second or third party of unknown origin
Fragmented theories, partially substantiated as of this hour
Fully disclosed an encounter 
Between a man and a tortoise or turtle
They told a tale to a friend of a friend
Regarding an unnatural act as a fact
Between a turtle and man caught in the act
With a bottle of wine to seal the deal
A relationship not condoned by the church
As the man had no cloths on
And whose name will remain undisclosed
For the moment
Due to the sensitive nature of the accusatory story
We will take a snack break now.  I need energy to continue
There is no reason to doubt this account
Since we can’t discount the sources
Scores of sources from all over town
Maybe one but who knows….maybe less
And the tortoise or turtle for his defense
Speaks no English and therefore it makes no sense
To take this to trial
In Florida as a matter of legal fact and consequence
It is still illegal to sleep with alligators or porcupines
Peculiar I guess in anyone’s mind
Well that’s just fine and justice from behind
But what about the poor other species?  
Who will protect them from naked men? 
And what if PETA finds out? 
As for me, I’m teaching my turtles English
And keeping them safe in the house for good reason


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


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Can't wait to meet the Sea

Rushing down the mountains
It jumps with glee
Can’t wait to meet the sea

Winds through the mountains
Forests, valleys and greens
Fishes and insects sail along
Feeds Animals and Birds with joy

Its color matches the sky
Pure and virgin
Rushes through the land of man
Can’t wait to meet the sea

Man calls it river
Makes it flow like gutter
The sky is polluted
The river matches the sky

Slows down the river
Misused and abused
Where is the sea?

It hits upon a wall
It leaps upon and peeps
The other side, dry and barren
Far away rests the sea

Waits for the walls to open
Feeds the parched lands with bliss
Winds down the offered path
Can it meet the sea?


Details | Couplet | |

Across All Winds

Beneath tapestries of sky and clouds of ivory
In a waltz we dance on bridges and on alleys

Across mosques' minarets, we hear the prayers
Then descend to hear the mirth of avid card players

Upon extending roads, we both speed along
Shining with the city lights, singing its songs

With the freedom of vagabonds, with dusk and day
On the vast waterfront, we accelerate, we sway

Whether it was inner solace, or a touch of rage
On your seat I always, share and assuage

We face fierce gusts, we feel the distant sky
Across all winds, my bike and I...


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A Fairy Tale Day

 A fairy tale day
Of pink mauve and gold high lights
Caressed in purple 


Details | Ode | |

EAGLE ENTANGLEMENTS

                         

                                                   EAGLE ENTANGLEMENTS

                                                            bold beauty
                                                     perilous dance of love
                                                            free-fall mate
                                                         
                                                      part at the moment
                                                        glory before death

                                                           pause to watch

                                                    would you still choose me
                                                       or grab a safe branch




Details | Limerick | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!


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Megan's Hit

        MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!
I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!
    He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
    to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!

                    II.

"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
and then I vowed to get us in the game!
I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!
"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!
   Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
   while I choked up--and readied for a hit!
   
                   III.

All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"
The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!
I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!
   The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
   a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!

                   IV.

The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!
The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be 
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!
The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"
   Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
   and on his heels--I made my promise good!

                V.

We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!
The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!
I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me! 
    Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
    the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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Divinity

Finally..Mr.Whitman, I understand as my journey is symbolic to yours; but, through my poverty-strickened doors. Fighting your human instincts... while learning your internal glow within. Frightening, enlightening, inviting his omnipresence in and as your reward he transforms you into him. Breathing your FIRST breath again. Loving life from the core of the earth to the pull of the moon. Stuck in the middle yet understanding all of the connectivity; because I'm living in a state of Divinity.


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My Mount Everest

I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
 
My lonesome journey was onerous
My arms and legs began to shake
I had to let go of my heavy baggage.
The weight of hate, and bitterness was unfathomable
When I released it, I was freed from the shackles of my past mistakes
Thirsty for nurishment...I took a gulp of compassion 
 I discovered that Love will take you the rest of the way
my tears washed the resin of my sorrow away
 
I laid out on the peak
and watched as the stars nestled themselves within the goose down comforter clouds
and the mist intermingled between my fingertips
That was the moment of truth
Where the world stood still.....I looked upon it like a shepherd watching over her flock 
realzing how lucky I am to recieve this opportunity for change
 
Insight.. these are the moments  are rare, and a blessed gift 
That's when it's just you and the world
and the recognition of your destiny
I have a purpose to spread my love, patience,and non-judgmental characteristics
 
You can conquer your internal demons 
whose firey tongues slither into your ear canals
spreading their lies
fraudulent and self loathing
clawing their way through your psyche and haunting your memories
 keeping you locked up tigher than Alcatraz
 
We all must traverse through our own Mt. Everest's
I wish you well and a safe passage
But when you reach the top.
Plant your flag
In remembrance of the day you took a leap of faith and were brave


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A Kite

A Kite by Weston Gregory 

Gamed and played, swift to flight
a kite outbound disengaged from 
gravity's might
A laughter of sort at least a smile
that by and by we can untangle 
humanity's plight

By swish and swirl and crazy hoops
a kite lighten burden inspires hope on 
journey not new
yet, ever changing when life's wind blew
until all's but distant sight, held by cords 
and glue 

Above horizon daunting for me and you 
but, a cinch for a kite with faith inbrued
a chime to dance the rhythm which 
nature taught true.... 
w. gregory


Details | Alliteration | |

Two Feet In

Clinching my fists together,
I realize an emotion is driven,
How to get through,
The pain that has been given,
The paths are bright,
Only seeing so far into each,
The rest is out of sight,
My choice on which will teach,
Teach me like a young child,
Growing into an adult,
My ways are mild,
The hand says stop; halt,
Is that where you want,
To direct the heart,
Deep thoughts haunt,
The streets start to part.
It’s a decision for now,
In the future we’ll see,
In with two feet; plow,
Plow the other lane-no longer to be.
I chose right,
Wrongs may come across,
Darkness comes every night,
But I stand up like a boss.
I’m the boss of my journey,
Which way to head next,
Points given; attorney,
With two feet I’ll use respects.

Choose which way will benefit-but always know there’s darkness in every path, so stand with TWO feet.


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:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Heaven's Ghetto::::::::::::


slip n' slide white moon space cadets glide in the shine illustrious orb
~JSLaM


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Fallen Trees

To be posted soon


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Rain, The Story 3 of 3

Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~

Rain, The Story  3/3

Her horse Past, wished that she should be with her new love,
So that, Rain may find a new loving companion,
To complete her future journey with a new experience,
In the world of love, happiness, joys and even pains too, but  
Rain should try not to live any more,
In the world of fake happiness and alluring illusions,
Created by her horses Future and Past. 

Her horse Past was happy to see, in the eyes of his friend Rain, 
The seeds of a self made future and hopes to find a new life of love.

Rain looked in the eyes of her other horse Future and
Found the same message, as she had seen on the face of Past,
She knew that if she would look into the eyes of Future,
Horse Future would show, the glimpse of her new love to Rain, with whom
Rain may go ahead further in her life, but,
She made up her mind not to look into,
The enchanting eyes of her horses Past and Future,
Until she can live on herself, for building her new fate for her and a new future.

She was more confident now and looked towards the rising Sun,
As the Sun was inviting her to keep walking,
With confidence and smile to face and make her new destiny.

Rain kissed her best friends Past and Future and told them that,
She would not be asking them to show,  her past or future again,
As she was now full of confidence, to face any situation,
For building her own fortune and future,
However, she would like them to be with her, as her best friends forever.

The charming and lovely Rain,  
Now blessed with a new life of confidence,
Moved ahead with her two beautiful horses,
To face the life,  in its true colors on her own,
Without fearing the risks of the future and 
Caring for the dread of past.

Thus started the new journey of fairy like beautiful Rain, 
In search of her love and adventures…

Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Dec. 2010 

Contest entry:         For this contest only
Contest Name:       Rain, The Story
Sponsored by:        Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by:	       Ravindra K Kapoor


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THE FALL OF BAGHDAD

     THE FALL OF BAGHDAD
What rite of passage, moves one to the light,
and through the healing of all earthly ail,
bestows this breath of life, to make it right,
Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail.

Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky,
nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl

In algebric expression, your unknown,
will show the spirit world we fail to see,
Your recognizing from your flowers grown
In Poppy fields, your highs not meant to be.

We've paid the price, for all to bear your sin
And left you with no peace you have to win.

Each algebric expression drives us mad,
now your unknown is where we have to hide,
it matters not your ending will be sad,
Scheherazade may dance, but she has lied.

The streets of Baghdad--Babylon's decay
Are made to waste, they will not have their day.

No Shamanistic eye can bear your weight,
nor transforms what you've been to other things,
and when you see the truth, it's all in hate
that brings the end, of which all life now sings.

Witch Doctors all have read bones all the same,
It is our end, and Babylon's to blame.
© ron wilson


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | I do not know? | |

i'm so in love with you''

when i met you i diden't know our hearts 
were goinga be one. 
i did not know you was goinga rock my world with just the sight of a glo.
you have made me love again to feel there is light after the darkness .
i know this is love in my heart /and soul because 
when i'm with you i am the most happyest  woman in the whole world 
and i pray deep down in my soul you feel the way i love you 
you always want me here with you too never let me go.

i have found my soulmate the one i'd die for the one i wanna love and live for 
for the rest of my life here on earth i wanna share my life / my love and all my been with you . i just hope you feel my heart as i feel this way for you. i will never part you and never betray you you are my life time soul mate . 
i pray each night you feel my soul as i feel yours if only in  our dreams .
someday i wish to be your wife and too be yours forever . 
and you be mine. 
god willing we will see it through because there's know truer love me me or you .


Details | Rhyme | |

No Regrets

I don’t believe in limits under the sun
Because this life is filled with ineffable fun
Years from now looking back at what I’ve done
To my surprise, I took that run
All the way to the top of that ladder
Killing fears because they don’t matter
I don’t know how far I will I go
But from this point, no regrets shall show


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Blank verse | |

Who I am Today

I got 2 memba who I once was, who I really am, what I really am, and who Im still yet TO BECOME. I got 2 memba where Im from 2 know how I got 2 where Im at 2 know where Im still GOING TO GO/ Despite bein a felon and convict and all the odds against me, I still got all the evens deep within me. Change is like a choice of contradicted concepts of my own convictions. My felonistic, forbidden, fatherless faith is not workin for me no more, actually it never did I just thought it did. I aint got 2 give it up or must give it up, or even have 2 give it up I first got 2 want 2 give it up. But I also must got 2 have 2 want 2 give it up within my own contradicted soul so that I may travel that road less traveled by my own people, not only where Im from but for all those trapped in this American inner racial mixed struggle where race and the color of YOUR SKIN DOES MATTER


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hear Europe Calling

I hear Europe calling- come to me my friend
Wander my streets of chivalry, travel me to my end
I hear Europe calling, gables and goblins grinning
Climb to my peaks, sink to my valleys, find our new-old beginning

I hear Europe calling- what is that you say?
Trains and planes and automobiles, high price for petrol pay!
Wait for me, I'll jump aboard, settle on a train-seat
Watch my life in streaks of landscape, crisp new life I'll greet

I hear Europe calling- serenades unearth'd
I long to find my meaning, hunger to see my worth
In my soul you roil, Europe, never you will flit
In the heart of Oxford, my dreams, my hopes, are writ-


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Free verse | |

The Men Sport of Persevering

The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is 
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.

Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous 
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.

Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.

Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.

The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.

As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes, 
before she is out of sight and out of mind


Details | Alliteration | |

Banana Boat Bob

<                        Banana ~ boat ~ Bob ~ is ~ a ~ slippery..... Boob
                          Thought ~ that ~  this ~ town ~ lost ~ it's .... groove
                          No ~ spice  ~  no ~  life ~ no  .... nothing
                          Little ~ lost ~ boy ~ now ~ looks ~ for ~ his ~ Lucy's ....  ring


                          When ~ where ~ what ~ or ~ even ......  why
                          I'll ~ inquire ~ insist ~ innovate ~ or ~ even  ..... lie
                          His ~ history ~ of ~ having ~ such ~ big ....... hamstrings
                          Maybe ~ even ~ mighty ~ magical ~ musical ~ fruits ~ and .... greens



                         Or ~ having ~ big ~ over-sized ~ onions ~ olives  ~ and ..... Kiwi
                         screw ~ this ~ he's ~ scum  ~ skewered ~ tossed ~ back ~ to ... sea
                         Poor ~ precious ~ pretty ~  Lucy ~  got .......    pranked
                         Cause ~ curious ~ Bob ~ couldn't ~ control ~ love ~ so ~ he ....  sank

              

                        All ~ alone ~ and ~ now ~ very .... angry
                        Drowing ~ deep ~ in ~ own ~ do-do  ~ droppings .... whopie 
                        Luscious ~ Lucy ~ now ~ can ~ look ~ long ~ and ...... hard
                        For ~ another ~ fast ~ floating ~ free ~ salemens ~ not ~ selling.... lard



Entry For
Linda Marie's
Luscious Love Lingers Contest
G.L. All


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Life's struggle and limits

One day our ship will port in a place of peace and wonder.
Abaft facing the wind and sails at rest.
Limp from its journey, tired and sunder. The bolt rope holding it together.
pushing stead course toward its mark breaking every crest.
awaiting to reach its voyage end, brails to pull along the way.
The shore that limits the journey stay.


Details | Imagism | |

CAN YOU IMAGINE

Just imagine yourself feeling at peace with the world and with everything around you 
breathing cool fresh air knowing that this day was somehow going to be wonderful. That 
whatever comes your way you can handle it no matter how big or small. Then just imagine 
being in love and being loved knowing this love is true. If you can imagine all of this then I 
think you’ll know what I imagine in my mind when I think of you.


Details | Monoku | |

Alien-nation

One more alien... an extra terrestrial. Bloody foreigners.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


Details | Free verse | |

Journey to the Middle East

As I watch the rows of houses become smaller and smaller
I say goodbye to the place of my birth.

I say goodbye to the familiar.
To the coffee shops, 
and the university where I was held captive for six years.
To the lake front, 
and to the home of my mother.
To my faithful dog and cat.
Also, my hair straightener—
and even my marriage.

As I say goodbye to it all,
I watch through the window 
perched on the edge of seat 8F.
And wonder
whether I should be up in the aisles dancing,
or crying on the shoulder of the kind stranger beside me.


Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Free verse | |

IN THE LIBRARY OF LIFE

I am a book filled with a lot of pages
Turn me and turn me, each page is filled
There is joy and sadness
There is rage and peace

I am sentences
With each line I command 
I flow in and out of every page
Causing shades of color across the canvas
 
I am words of power
Forming, breaking and giving life
My tongue swirls around in my mouth
Bathing in its pool of seduction
Ready to form its next adventure


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


Details | Free verse | |

Last Bell.....

Man, I remember the thrumming of that last bell of the school year.....
Like a prisoner being furloughed into the warm sun, buzzing of grasshoppers.
Field stickers burrowing into your ankles, joyfully, while you take the wrong way/long way 
back.
The sound of whispering gold as your armplane wings dislodge future assaulters of ankles.
I always liked sighs in the summer.....those sweet drones were the tones of freedom.
In the distance you hear Shirley scream as Brad tells EVERYBODY she likes Ralph...
You knew you should be gettin' home, but, confound it, this one brief moment was yours. 
Eternal.
There was a sound, like a shell to the ear, of all you had learned, escaping as if under 
pressure.
To thwart it was to stop a tsunami with an umbrella.....ineffectual....unnoticed.
But, also vacant, was common sense; probably why I went Jake's way that day....
Oh, he was there, lurking...lying in wait for my almost clock-work arrival.
Many a day I had screamed a million insults at him as he chased me like Satan,
Hoping "today" wasn't the day he caught up with me.
His exhalations never sounded labored, as if he was letting me get ahead.....
But not today!!!!!.....I JUMP......He LUNGES......and his teeth gain purchase on my seat!!!!
However, I escape....My bottom, that much cooler than it was before and will probably be 
later!
........................
.........
.....
...
Home.......... you see mom in the kitchen, drinking sun tea and waiting for you to arrive....
"So, How was school?"..."Uh, fine, I guess."     "What did you learn today?"......."Uh, to never 
underestimate the value of Gym Class!!"......"Well," she says, "if you took home economics, 
you'd be able to fix up your pants before Dad gets home and sees your underwear!!"......

Parents NEVER respect an Adventurer's near-fatal exploits!!!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Details | Alliteration | |

Traversing The Course

Traveler, Trekking, Terrain
Advising, Along, Away
Wanderer, Willful, Witness
Bruised, Battered, Brutalized
Ruins, Reason, Right
Feat, Facing, Fear

Unleashing, Unified, Undertaking
Common, Cause, Consider
Path, Plight, Persists
Failed, Fool's, Footprints
Warfare's, Wretched, Ways

Bold, Bravery, Bequests
Crafty, Creative, Clear-sighted
Recognize, Race, Rat
Course, Correction, Consider
Discover, Different, Destinations


Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Rhyme royal | |

Heart Wood

I lean against the broad expanse of your stalwart form
and know the deep serenity of one who's found a home.
No wondering, no wandering, roots hold me transformed
and as your leaves take flight, I know in Spring you'll bloom.

For now each aged leaf lets go, and on swift currents roam
aloft they frolic playfully as sprightly spirits soar  
before they rest and come back to earth blending with the loam.

I have been lost, not known my place, so now I stand still.. braced
wondering if such peace was worth this stand, these roots, this sky?
Would I have wished to never know the joy of far-off places 
for all the fear that came with growth, would I take roots, not I.

To wander is the greatest gift, to wonder is to try
I love the forest deep and dark but my home's here
within myself my heart, my mind, my spirit..well..it flies.


Details | Free verse | |

Before a rainbow appears there must be a little rain

Before a rainbow appears
there must be a little rain
Before we find true love
we must have a little pain
you might run away from your problems
but your problems still remain
you have to leave the past behind
before you can make a change.

To travel through life successfully
you have to accept life is no bed of roses
and you have to ride the storms
see problems as a challenge
you can learn from
take the bull by the horns.

You can't rely on others
to give you a helping hand
and get on
you may have won a battle
but there maybe a war to overcome.

Life is for living
and serving God up above
to thank him for all he has done
and his love.

Don't put off until tomorrow
what you can do today
or one morning you may wake up
to find it's too late
your old and grey.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Haiku | |

ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"


Details | Epigram | |

The End

The end only comes after having started.


Details | Couplet | |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


Details | Triolet | |

Gunfighter walks


Dark angel of heartbeating pound,
sixth sense of premonition glide,
kin to his ways and scopes to bound,
steel spurs transmit the word around,
the deathwalk starts on dusty ground,
Smith-Wesson guns, tied down his side

Dark angel of heartbeating pound,
sixth sense of premonition glide.

On deathwalk's noon, with light increased,
the shelling slugs will serve the cause,
hands flash and men attend Death's feast,
(gunfighters tho' had ne'er believed,
that once will be 'mid the deceased);
atrocious are, the drawing laws,

On deathwalk's noon with light increased,
the shelling slugs will serve the cause.

Gunfighter walks on dust, midday,
where forty fours will blossom fire,
his eyes traverse the town's details,
a draw of bluff on deathwalk trail,
will have sixes' to beat, twin play,
black coat, gun belt - and dry briar.

Gunfighter walks on dust, midday,
where forty fours will blossom fire.

© G. V. 11/5/2012 All rights reserved
( Ballad - Triolet )


Details | Free verse | |

CHOICE OF LIFE

written 29th June 2013



Recalling that day at school, the teacher set that task..
 what do you want to be? she asked the class..

My answer was simple, so I had thought...
 to be a mum, I'd have six kids and live on a farm

If you would believe, that's exactly what I received
 but it was not made to come with ease

For the fathers I had sadly chose, became prideful and greedy!
 never til now did it cross my mind, my babies would someday not need me 

Leaving me again to think, what do I really want to be
 as faith would have it, as it had been planned so I'd see

For the FIRST! time, direction would finally enter into my life
 poetry writer; was soon to amount of me, after I'd become a wife

Now poems are continuously raging within my head, all wanting to be read
 as I failed English on an epic scale, to believe this dream inside of my head

At 38 years old, I see my life heading back to school
 maybe this time round, I won't play the class fool!


Details | Senryu | |

Liar Liar Pants On Fire

<                              the great ....  deceiver
                                practices artful ....  falsehood  
                                bold .... assumptions


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Free verse | |

Falling In Like

I love it when you hold me close, and always want to play.
How in the morning you message me; on every single day.
When you call me every night, before I close my eyes-
Or always tell the truth; never any lies. 

When I get to see your passion with every story that you tell,
How even when you’re angry, those feelings never dwell. 
I love that you protect me, from everything around;
That even when I’m lost, I know that I’ll get found. 

I love that whenever you start to drive, you make me kiss your cheek.
How my stomach gets butterflies with each sweet word you speak.
That you cuddle me for a moment and then turn on your side,
That all of your accomplishments and family give you pride. 

I love that you support every decision that I make,
That even if you’re embarrassed of things- you’ve never acted fake.
How you always want me to be happy, no matter how I feel.
That even when we make things up- it’s never been more real. 

How you always make these plans, that often tend to change;
When you smile at my senseless jokes, and when I’m acting strange.
That you always say I’m pretty, even when I don’t think that it’s true-
How you think that I’d want anyone else; when all I want is you.


Details | Acrostic | |

ISLAND OF RHODES

Sophisticated city full of blitzkrieg, I am just a visitor interested in your history.
To travel so far, I must enjoy the sights I see.
Riding via the scenic view to capture some photography, 
Easy to relax and just be me.
Elfie and excited, I am pulsated by such beauty.

Living just for the moments of captivity, I send a shout out.
Ialysus is a place to drive.
Got the streetlights in my eyes, relishing the peace inside.
Heights I never figure I would reach.
This came from living right, I guess.
Shimmering sparkles of cava I will drink at my penthouse that sits in view of the   
Aegean Sea.
___________________________________________| VERLENA S. WALKER Scrambled Letters: T A R N D A I FOR FIND THE PUZZLE Contest! PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 29, 2014!


Details | Haiku | |

Awe Man

<                                 life's bare essentials
                                   can become some great assets
                                   in dires time need

                                  predator or prey
                                  endangerment of species
                                  remains that of man 




Entry For John Freeman's 
Haiku/Senryu 
Natural And Beyond Contest 
G.L. All                               


Details | Acrostic | |

Poetry Soup Bowl

<                                    Pallets  profusely pulsating
                                      Over organic originals
                                      Emotions enormously emerge
                                      Through trident times
                                      Relic  rejoice recant
                                      Yes yearn yourself

                                      Solid structure's sanction
                                      Open  optional opinions
                                      Understudy understand unity's
                                      Poetry's passionate's pulse

                                      
                                      Because beauty bestows
                                      Over oversights objection
                                      Widespread whispers wanted
                                      Leaving lasting longevity


Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
Acrostic 
Poetic Picture Of Poetry Soup
G.L. All


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Life

The unrealistic acts we put on to manipulate one another, living and sleeping with active minds. The act of evil smelling over the surrounding, guilt brightly sparkling on our visages without pardon we step on one another. Our beautiful, merry and precious planet loosing its sense of beauty in an inadequate manner but still we cannot see what our lives are seeking for. We need love and understanding we need one another for a better living. Let’s start from a good angle to land on a better scale it’s for our own benefit…The world is our world but does not belong to us, as we are here for a reason to also always have in mind that we all going to depart one day. What’s the hatred for those it worth it? Literately lost and mislead but physically hurt, its see able that we are leading our lives to what we don’t want hurting one another for no basic reason. It’s seen at a certain point that we sometimes wished to know how is it like after life but the reality is death

The ways of life are beyond the sound of the tongue, harder and softer than what is seen and felt. Life took its birth through pain It’s the pain, which gave birth to beautiful  creations. Life is incomplete, without the pain since, the pain teaches to actually accept, the pain with a joy as the longer we deny the existence of pain, love shall not behold. depressing it is, to deny existence of pain as the pain actually gave birth to life. Life, which is in a soul, comes through pain and agony , which is the true meaning of life. What we feel is not what we know and what we know endured to what is to come.

Sad it is that nothing seems right but why? once memories of the past sorrowful invade. When it all retaliated to nightmares and hollow, just then when the sound rhythm to a melody of nausea. Reality, justice, happy living known spoken but not valued. Too much expectation can lead to self-destruction, vandalism, greed and temptations. Life is a lession to be learned, as love implies.

In belief that religion took stand in order to complete missing pieces of all acts towards faith for worship of anything that was considered superior to understand. The belief of a religion consisted of trying to appease and show royalty to the Supreme Being. This resulted in performing rituals and keeping traditions to earn goodness. Such has been maintained to establish courage in result towards self-confidence. Today as we are still on the merge of our great ancestors these has become a chronicle that we have learned to respect and follow throughout our livings. Which moralities appeal the governing of human affairs. We have pledge to its Conscientiousness in order to show respect to its origins. This as well signifies a particular clan that shares one mind towards their belief. Humanity found its stand. 
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Details | Ballad | |

Flow

The river cried-- oh what stones have i carried. All must resolve, all must dissolve, none of my sands may vary.

Have no fear, your waters are clear. Resilience is found in your currents. Let no stones dam your flow. I am the lake. I am your rest , i am the beauty beyond your mistakes.


Details | Rhyme | |

Supernova

Last night I did pray,
Hoping to see your face again.
This prayer was answered, I'd say,
When through the door you walked in.

Earth seemingly starts to vanish,
When I look upon your face.
As if I stand on some other planet,
And you are my world in outer space.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Limerick | |

The Naked Truth

<                                our top story tonight is Lawyers
                                  a pain in the ass and real spoilers
                                  with  fancy cars homes suits
                                  fifteen hundred kaboot
                                  rather hire cowboy wearing just spurs






Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's 
Lawyer Limerick's Contest

GL All
                                  
                                  


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Etheree | |

Gather Around My Children Pentecost {Etheree}

and
when the
day of the
pentecost has
fully come they the
apostles discples
were all with one accord in
one place to hear ingathering
of Peter's Sermon on how christian
pentecost marks beginning church of christ




Entry For Brian Strand's Pentecost Acts 2.1-4



Tribute To Christ Our Lord
    {Amen}


Details | Imagism | |

Perfect Sleep


                                   The world ache
                                 for a perfect sleep
                            The slumber that throws- 
                             trumpets aside in cliffs
                         Some directions are sought-
                                 by a deeper bliss
                         Blissful bliss; in a sleepy world!


Details | Free verse | |

The warrior's tale

Running 
I’ve spent so long running
Fighting and killing
Hardening and solidifying
Now I shed my armor
And embrace the peace I’ve earned
Trade battle fields for rolling hills
If only for one night
Lay in the grass of the home I never see
And stop the world in these moments 
Lay my head down with the setting sun
And thank the stars for the silence they bring
They twinkle new stories I’ve never heard
I’ve never had time to listen
If only for one night
They have my attention alone
I smile with them
Exhaling and letting go
Breathing 


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Lyric | |

The Undisputed

The Undisputed



 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

 when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.


 2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf


Details | Verse | |

One Gray Stone

 

Quietly I wait, thin, round, I hold the perfect shape To be the one chosen, if only to be picked I'll promise you my wanderer you worries I shall fix With thrusting speed and gracious flight a great release I await a simple flick of thy wrist and across the waters' I'll skate I'll sail so free in dancing steps with murmurous whispers I'll sing In flight I'll ease your weary mind then beneath the waters' I'll sink A peaceful day is all I'll leave as rippling dreams float free I am that stone of simple beauty in silence I sit and wait.... _________________________________


Details | Concrete | |

Be Free Within

When improving upon the inner workings of your mind 
and upon the realms within your body, 
be sure not to lose your originality in the process 
for it will become harder and harder to express yourself 
and that in which you've improved upon. 

Pride is a trap. 
Simply be grateful for your attributes that make you amazing. 
People make mistakes, people love and people hate. 
Be free within; and the world will follow. 

And as you find your flowers and swords crossed with others who do not see the beauty and infinite possibilities in you, 
keep driving your soul to the beat of your sincerity. 
Find your way out of the dark. 
Don't ignore it, shed some focus on it, for it tells you all the ways you don't want the world to be. 
There is something to be learned from everyone.
Express and listen with willingness to speak your mind to the death.  
Beauty undefined until you crawl through all the cob webs with certainty. 

Out of the dark; into bliss. 

Peace and love bring us unity. Don't be afraid to hug my soul.

<3


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

My Time

29 November 2010

My Time


Time is laid upon me
To nourish by virtue and unspoiled
Choose from a road – concrete or soiled
Learn the ropes from every tempting epitome

Chasing time or run out of time
Precisely or faulty, I succumbed to pressure
From naïve unsteady step to a walk in paseo of adventure
Hustle and bustle of the big city, daytime ‘til nighttime

I maybe at the halfway of my life, for another part, I pray
For life is ephemeral, newborn will exist, like cycle of seasons
Recurring and invigorating promise, to exist for a reason
Rhythm in time, but in life, we skip and leap to purvey

So I am here, tired and tried
Able to catch up the time, ready to convey succession
Of endless chain of human chronicle collection
In my end time, I may say, I chased life with pride


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Life is Like Baseball final post

Focus means everything!!!....  


                              Effort.                            Courage.       

                                   

In times of our lives we strike out but it is a team sport.    
                      

Think about when you hit that home run!!!!!!!   


It really doesn`t matter at that MOMENT who was there and who wasn`t.

Who applauded and who didn`t.      

      

Moments are all we have, when "time" itself was calculated by the stars and man; 
therefore i fail to believe it truly exists.   

           

Love and The Fight For Survival  continues on............






(Let's play ball!!!!!!!!~incidently my all time favorite sport to play, watch, and 
burn 'em, every chance I get!) 

Spring is here!!!     WoooooooHooooo!!!




Life is just that way. 

Thanks to all for allowing me to openly express myself here at 
this soup, where there is no norm in form, it's just poetryman.
 No right, no wrong... 
Let's shake hands because it sure has been an exciting game that at times I didn't 
realize I was even playing...! 
All in all life is sweet and short. 
May you be blessed in your lives and your creatitity.

                                                   *~THE END~*
Sincerely,  

Lucinda


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Life's Seven Seas

The sails are raised upon the ship "Unknown,"
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
I look upon such things as I am shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.

I now am sailing with a gentle breeze-
to learn of what I can until I'm grown;
so I can handle life with greater ease.
The sails are raised upon the ship Uknown."

There's waves I find in life that have been blown,
upon my ship by other ones decrees.
My skills at sailing these rough waves have grown-
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.

The shores I look upon are laced with trees,
their colors looking like they have been sewn
by angels with embroidery degrees.
I look upon such things that I am shown.

The work I do sometimes I will bemoan,
but with it I have gained such victories!
I seek a light that never has been shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.

Sometimes these oceans seem like they will freeze,
still other nights it seems I sail alone.
It's then I get down on my hands and knees,
To pray to God because He's on the throne.
The sails are raised.


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jennifer Part 3

She has so much pain inside of her,
she doesn't know how to address it.
So she turns the pain into anger,
after she explodes, she becomes quiet.

She goes up to her room, upset.
Why does the world hate her so?
She thinks to herself, “That’s it!”
But in reality, it isn't though.

She lies on her bed,
Pulls out her book and reads.
As she turns the pages, she loses her head,
In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.”

A place to escape the world,
Somewhere she can run.
For it seems everyone hates this girl,
And nothing she does is fun.

She plays her cello 
And loses herself in the music
She does this when she feels low
Then she plays the song of her pick

She listens to the beat she makes,
Trying to make it sound perfect,
But oh, she keeps making mistakes,
She thinks that she will never get it.

She leaves the cello alone
And watches her shows
She then grabs her phone
And tells her best friend the show as it goes.

She leaves the TV on, 
Then she enters her laptop.
She stays on till dawn,
She just can’t seem to stop.

She loves the idea of leaving the real world
And entering an imaginary one.
That’s the story of the girl,
Who is never done.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Soldiers

The soldiers left
The flags did wave,
We’ve got a country
We’ll help to save.

The families stood
Till out of sight,
They knew their soldier
Had war to fight.

They leave families
Who love and wait,
Their off to battle
Don’t know their fate.

So proud of them
To serve with pride,
Their real feelings
They often hide.

It won’t be long
Till they’ll be back,
The time will pass quick
As you keep track.

So say your prayers
Safe they will be,
Returning back home
To you and me.


Details | Blank verse | |

Whispers of an African River - Mana Pools National Park

Ripples of blue and silver dance
impala males jump and prance
In a land where imagination roams to and fro
and the waters of old eb and flows

Dust holds memories from near and far
The sky, escarpment, and water beat out a rhythm of 
The dreams of many, the thoughts of a few,

ZAMBEZI, O MIGHT OF THE SOUTHERN HINTER LANDS OF AFRICA
GIVING AND TAKING. YOUR PRIDE IN LIFE IS LIVED
YOUR COURSE DIRECTED BY THE THINGER OF THE MASTER DESIGNER
FORCE AND STRENGTH  BOW BEFORE HIS MIGHTY HAND

Deep is the current and long is the stride of Him who taught you as a child O ZAMBEZI,
where your banks and streams will go. 
Were you there at the beginning?
To see His plan, hear His words, savor His counsel.
Take heed to give life as He has given you so much life.

The sound of life echoes long and hard through this valley below the falls and the open sea.
Elephants, hippos, and lions create and compose an elegant cacophony.
Animals play on the banks,Birds dance on the wind. 

The escapement sits and watches. Ever still, but never stagnate
Mana Pools, place of meaning. Where water parted mountains a mellinia ago.
Escarpments looking north and south, watching, waiting, guarding.

Life here moves at leisure, no race. 
The life of hustle and bustle has no place.
In a way, even time and space seem pleasantly married together 

So whether you a travel from far or near, they meet you and greet you and treat you. 
Here on the flood plains.
Where a recollection of memories are locked away in the safe of sentimentally. 
To a feast of the soul, spirit, mind, and body. 
Where you can relax and let worry be forgotten. 


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


Details | Tanka | |

Foundation

‘Space is fathomless
O clouds drifting on winds!’
Said the growing shoot:
'For reaching goals unbound
Dig your feet in ground'


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Yin Yang

Yin Yang
Joanna Davis


We make our own demons
create our own gods
our lives are a series of evens and odds
In the ebb and flow of the rockiest tide,
truth is a pearl, we all seek to hide
Success, just failure turned on its head,
The path to victory, is littered with dread
Desire and fear a fraternal twin,
thoughts control if you lose or you win!
A need, a plan, action and grace,
will shield you from all arrows you’ll face
You cannot win, without playing the game,
if nothing is changed, the results are the same
The life you make is all in your mind,
to have tomorrow you must leave yesterday behind.


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Haiku | |

Fantastic Delight

Ballistic travels
Collapsing apprehension
Milky Way of light 



written for
Sponsor ^Rick Parise 
Contest Name Haiku Beyond (Nature Only) 


Details | Free verse | |

The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Perfect Company

A Perfect Company
By: Noel N. Villarosa


They are the big fish in a small pond
They received kudos and power widely
With their bunch of fives used as their wand
They dominate while sitting idly

Been tasked in carrying coals to Newcastle
Never saw them as cool as cucumber
The atmosphere of office is in chronically hassle
Mobility and formative years, they are there to encumber

World-weary, so he indulged into stargazing
That he was working in a peculiar place
Where people work with eternal bliss
Where no one to make shudder and no egotist displaying

Everyone is happy to comply with buoyant spirits
You feel as no stranger but as a longtime friend
Where giving recognition and importance have no limits
Different origins and cultures do blend

There were no rush works and pressures
No deadline to meet and sanction
All work harmoniously with pleasures
And get involved into another function

They were wearing white uniform
No shoes, all are barefooted
No pains to bear and no hurting words thrown
A feeling of living in your own homestead

The place is boundless in its beauty
Where children play with other creatures
No darkness, only eternal light and free from enmity
That you can rest in the placidity of its seashore

Then a meeting was called and everyone gathered in the garden
He was introduced by the man sitting on the throne
He saw the man’s face as magnanimous, charmingly simple and serene
A soothing voice and said, my son there is no contract signing to hold you own
Only love will bind us as one


Written and posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site: 4 January 2010


Details | Narrative | |

Desperate Measures (Complete Version)

"No!!!"-- that was the first thought that popped to mind-
I was in complete denial. 
I honestly thought I would be safe!
I did everything that I possibly could,
I laughed bitterly. But here it was...
Funny how your life can turn around in just a day--
My own personal demon was now mocking me to my face
 and slowly killing me. 

Inexperience made me struggle. Should I go for the kill or not?
 Either option would ultimately result to death by mortification. 
The former to a lesser degree though. 
So I decided to go for it, stepping inside a place where
desolation would meet impending horror.

I was now in familiar territory but my fingers still trembled. 
Touching on porcelain smooth surface, 
goosebumps~ as I saw that red, angry, stranger, giving me the evil eye.
 I was still contemplating on what I was about to do. 
Pain was inevitable but I was willing to sacrifice my comfort.
 Desperate people did this all the time, 
all without a care--why was I so nervous? 
It was now or never...

It didn't belong in this world, and absolutely not in my personal space.
Slowly, I closed in on it and tried to put a hole through its heart--
I started to pump the life out of that repulsive alien.
It was surprising though how silent everything was,
I did meet with some resistance, and it just didn't want to give in to me easily.
It was still mocking me in its own, evil way. But I was determined--
I was mentally willing it to die and my heart raced in a fiery flutter.
I was clenching my teeth, my fingers were turning white,
 and I was silently screaming in pain.
I didn't know I would get hurt this bad. 
I kept the pressure on until finally, it exploded-

Its life juices just splattered everywhere. 

I felt something sticky and warm on my cheek-
so I touched it and looked at my fingers. 
There was blood on it. Oozing blood and pus.

When I was finally able to breathe freely, 
I cleaned myself up and checked the damage. 

There was hardly a nick on my face after all. 
That wasn't too bad...
nothing a little foundation and concealer couldn't fix.  
The important thing was, my pimple was Dead~
and the Drama Queen was going to survive Prom after all.


**1005/June 2009---posted an incomplete version of this for the 
"Leave me Hanging Contest" here's the entire write :)
though did some editing today ;) --submitting this for
Paula's Bedevil contest :)


Details | Light Poetry | |

' 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


Details | Narrative | |

Kindred

~The Healer, I lay…Meditating, The Shaman’s path is inward and up, up, from the bed up, up, my astral body rises. Silence, surrounds … Looking down I see myself in a pit of covers my astral self slips from the window viewing home and hearth from outside and high above… No earth born sounds, awaken me from my flight. NO earthly forest, lush or deep entraps the Shaman she. NO bird calls fills the Predawn light… NO dewdrops distract~ Astral I recedes in time… a Dreaming Back, back, back without knowledge of time, or space like a fallen leaf~ twirling and swirling, letting the current take me, where it will through lifetimes to the womb and beyond . . . ~The Healer, I.. ghosts in space… my home but a speck lit with Chi. Silence, surrounds… Fair astral form of gossamer light, I…thread space on umbilical silk, the healer...reaches, reaches for the light, the He and She……God and Goddess. The Healer, I... reaches the World Tree, Yggdrasil, white crystal roots tendril into the primordial sea of space time, branching upward cradling Heaven. There below the tree in the soft grass an ancient one, a familiar soul, waits. ~Oh I am held by She, ancient Grandmother, and garner the wisdom of ages.~ But, the bodies time is now, and calls and as the clay rests, it calls down, down, down… I go ~Past the jumble-tumble between lifetimes, within the cycling universe of all, The Healer, I, reforms, snaps to the umbilicus of prone body, within the tumbled nest of sheets, in the now plane of existence. ~Arms reach out brushing cheeks, eyes gleam, and sparkle with the joy of sharing, kindred spirits having touched the ancient wisdon of the Light! Silence surrounds.
*revised


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.


Details | Free verse | |

Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


Details | Haiku | |

Bio in Short

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.


Details | Narrative | |

SHIPWRECK OF THE FISHING FLEET

SHIPWRECK OF THE FISHING FLEET                                 11/24/2012


He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

Fishing was the fruit of life
their land bore little green
the joy and danger that it brought
left little in between
and men who braved those waters
better be prepared to die
for reaping nets and filling holds
bows to a fickle sky

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
To tell the lusty tale
      of how north winds had jumped from waves
      to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White-Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in Arctic shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

a putrid glass forced through his teeth-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       prickles kissed his skin
       He found her face beyond his pain, smile that could disarm--
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
       he caught a fish of charm



Details | Limerick | |

Fire In The Hole

<                                        once there was ten devious children
                                          oh how they did a poor little sin
                                          brother had passed some gas
                                          they lit match to his ass
                                          dam dog was even wearing a grin






Entry For
John Freeman's
Giggle Poetry Contest # 2
G.L. All


Details | Monoku | |

One deep Breath

One deep breath, to live like you are dying


Details | Rhyme | |

Some Get Gold


Cowboys on a cattle drive
whiskey, sun and song.
Days are hard,
nights are cards,
the rivers run so strong.
Victor’s spoils,
dark horse fail,
they say dead men
tell no tales.
To persevere
is paramount,
and hidden talent
does not count.
Life’s a game,
you raise or fold -
some get gravel,
some get gold…
Copyright © 2013


Details | Blank verse | |

The Beach

Sun kissed sand, Waves crashing, Seagulls laughing The Beach Feel the heat dancing on your skin, Filtering through you, Penetrating your skin The Beach A contradiction between your senses The cool, cold water lapping you Surrounding you, Taking you in with every crashing wave The Beach There is an island beyond the horizon The clear, blue sea surrounding it The grainy sand behind you Clinging on to you The Beach Close your eyes Let the heat penetrate you, The water envelope you Because slowly Slowly, It’s time to leave


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Sheffield knife

Sheffield knife

We stood across the ship's black painted brim,
forever weak appeared the beacon's light,
the night imperfect seemed; the stars shone dim,
(moon-flash steel's curb and twinge of Sheffield knife).

The birds' were singing in the mauve of dawn,
notes resolution of communion's chrism,
the images back then, became my dome,
and Hades' kingdom glassy rainbow's prism.

Life ornamental was, fast to dissolve,
advancing wilt, recall of distant stare,
for none was this equation to resolve,
a wine's red spill, and stars' marquee of  prayer.

( I'll stay away from Aden's doleful coast
assuming that earth's blooming fields are mine,
upon the wharf a flash and I became a ghost,
a challenging recall and blade's bold shine -

- I do recall our sweetest Sunday feasts,
the teenage dreams and blue noon skies,
our bicycling along the shoreline's mists,
the nightly gatherings, our talks and smiles.)

© 04-29-2011, G.Vevetopoulos
(Iambic Pentameter)


Details | Rhyme | |

Gone Fishing Part One

They launched at dawn, Jim and his mate,
both men unaware of their mutual fate.
The boat was small, the sea was calm,
and neither of them foresaw any harm.

This was something both had done,
at the rising of the sun
on many, many previous days,
they'd sailed out into the haze.

This time it seemed just the same,
the weather was mild, the wind was tame,
though neither of these good friends could know,
just how this trip was destined to go.

Before they left home they checked the weather,
the forecast was fine, and they laughed together,
because today was perfect for their trip,
so they headed down to the launching slip.

At last they were headed out to sea,
for this much anticipated fishing spree,
all bait and tackle at the ready,
their progress out at first was steady.

About six miles out from their home port,
lies a mark from which they had caught,
a lot of fish, over lots of years,
but back on shore there would soon be tears.

At three miles out, suddenly,
a thick mist rolled across the sea,
and rapidly they were so fogbound,
that they feared they would never be found.

Their boat was fine in sight of land,
but lost in fog, they'd never planned,
for such an eventuality,
blind with no compass, miles out at sea.


Details | Ballad | |

Lost and Found

To imagine after all this time that has gone by,
    I would be talking to the one that once caught my eye.
Out of nowhere one day she just seemed to appear,
   Just so incredibley surprising to me after all of these years.
Sharing all those thoughts and dreams we once had ,
   How we laughed at those days yet it made us a bit sad.
For the feelings I did not know she had for me ,
   It only makes me wonder what our lives would be.
Our hearts now beating as they did back in the days,
   How we are acting like children going out to play.
The love I feel for her has never felt so strong,
   A love that once was I thought was forever gone.
But to my excitement I can honestly & sincerely say ,
   The love that was lost has been found and here to stay.
This thing we have found in this love between you & me ,
   Joy and happiness for the rest of our lives is what I see.
TAC


Details | Rhyme | |

Gypsy

If only I could give myself
To the fine wind,
That takes its course
through the chaos of the world,
airy as a feather 
agile as a dust.

Only if I let it bear me,
Sweep me off my feet.

If only I could give myself
to the crested wave
that rolls through the raging sea,
slick as a seal
smooth as silk.

Only if I could borrow myself
To the burning fire
With golden flicks
of flaring arms

Let it 
Light me to ashes.

Only then 
shall I be woken, 
and on my way again..


Details | Free verse | |

paris by night

this morning is falling burning into a sunset an autumn decision you and I will never forget joy by day paris by night i'm there love by the hour Paris is ours evening breeds new life a moment of twilight a horizon of heavenly means I love you like life loves itself joy by day paris by night yes dear i'm there love me by the hour and paris is ours i'm down too often like a child awaiting his scars to soften hopelessly a pedestrian walking a way from traffic it could happen, indefinitely i'll take paris by day and love by night i was there long enough to love you by day and surrender by nightfall "there is joy by day if you can take paris by nightfall"


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

At The Crossroads

I stood once at the crossroads of life
So skeptical and confused to which one is right
It took time for me to choose which path to take
I was in a great dilemma, so I took a deep breath

Time went by so quick… tick, tack, tick, tack- tick
I had to hurry because no more time for me to think
Hurry! Pushing myself but appallingly, I couldn’t do it
It was really difficult to choose which one is the best

There I stood again, but looking far from the distance
Until a brilliant idea suddenly came into my mind
Why don’t I ask other’s opinion and pieces of advice?
Then, laid their presumption next to mine

My conscience suddenly spoke to me and said,
My dear Self, you are you and the only “You”
Who’d be the first to decide which is the best for your life
Rely first on yourself and do excogitate
Write down the pros and cons of things you’re going to take

When I heard myself’s voice, I smiled so bright
She continuously spoke to me and asked,
You can also tell your guardian angel right?
Send her the paper where you wrote the road you chose
She will hand it over to God in heaven
To bless your decision and the desire of your heart for sure

So, I walked down straight through that road 
Sometimes, turning my back once in a while but I need to go on
Carrying on both hands was my tool luggage
Inside of it were faith, love, fortitude, determination, hope and prayers
For I believe, in every chosen road there are always challenges
It’s best to just hold on to those tools on my shoulders and hands as I go ahead
‘Til I'll find the bright end of my taken road which are my goals and contentment


Nov. 1,2012

Sixth Place
Contest: Standing At the Crossroads
Contest Judged: 11/9/2012
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle


Details | Tanka | |

Life

Live Life to the completely—
Seek always new adventures.
Find your destiny . . . 
	 Emphasis the positive . . . 
Always give your best effort!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
Schoeningen, Germany (November 12, 2014)
(Tanka poetic format)


Details | Rhyme | |

The PT 109

The movie called, The PT 109
Portrayed the war, and an uncle of mine.
The film was written, and was true at that
For all his shipmates, he would go to bat.

President Kennedy, was in command
My Uncle Lenny, was his right-hand man.
We were at war, with Japan in the past
Hoping it would end, not long would it last.

For dusk had set in, when their boat was hit
Fire had started, in half the boat split.
They gathered their friends, and swam to a shore
They gave their all, till they could give no more. 

Some shipmates were hurt, and needed to eat
Most didn’t have, any shoes on their feet.
Many days went by, and nobody came
Their moods were dampened, they just weren’t the same.

Scared and frightened, it was so hard to cope
Their rescuers came, before losing hope.
Excited and tired, to camp they went
When they recovered, to war they were sent.


Details | Free verse | |

Fleeting

As to heed from behind the wall
The call of birds in their hidden bed,
that drifts into silence.. 

Catch a light pierce through a cloud
in the night
for a minute.

A sight of a fleeting wind
A running wave
A rolling stone
From a mountain top
That doesn’t wait.

Stay for a moment.

My anxious eyes
want to keep you 
my curious hands 
to refine you
Rubbing you 
as if you are a magic lamp
which you might be.

You leave  trails 
of forgotten seeds
to be picked up 
by the hungry ones,

By the time my mind
has eaten its way, 
I have paused.

Lost.

My feet at your gate
looking at your face,

Stay for a moment.


Details | Pantoum | |

Hey I Want To Play Too

<                                     office assistant she plays the role
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       city county state as her clients
                                       trees animals traffic she responds
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges
                                       trees animals traffic she responds
                                       foremen walk in's to her no matter
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       city county state as her clients
                                       spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges
                                       office assistant she plays the role
                                       
   


Entry For
Frank Herrera's
Sounds And Smells Contest
G.L. All


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Battle Of Resistance, Will And Compromise

Here I am, standing all alone feeling so isolated, depressed and lonely. The serenity around me is void of Life and Hope and vacuum occupied both sides of me. All these condemned me to the feeling of uncertainty. I just walked on without making a decision, and what I see in front is different from my behind like two distinct worlds but having one motive one rejecting me and the other embracing me by all means. The one in front was totally enveloped by total darkness and I was so blind to the point I cannot see myself. All I felt was doom and extinction and this feeling grew stronger the more I stare. Full of fear I turned back to the other world. The elements of Nature were in weird exhibition. The Dark-red Sun, emitting melting fire, and space coloured in a Purple-Orange mixture. Brown Rocks gushed out Silvery water, Large and bottomless Pot Holes as wide as Nations existed and filled the Earth as though the aftermath of the end of age. Different questions and scenarios flooded my mind my complex feelings, combined by all negatives, helplessness and hopelessness already weighing me down and worst of all guilt was making me want to explode. I focused more, down one hole and was raged on a girl been raped, felt intense shame as Divorced Parents neglected their innocent Kids sympathy overtook my being as children die of Poverty. Not taking this anymore, I searched for a better alternative. The second Pit showed no sign of peace, I felt humiliated at the killings and wars, the slavery to Drinking disgusted me, the sexual adventure with Animals insulted me and the rampant dirty Politics embarrassed me. Of course! This is also not a place to be. My mind is now made up to turn back to darkness as I did, an endless Bridge appeared. I walked through it with ease and Pleasure and a force behind me ensured I never turned back. With my destination unknown, I resisted strongly, then I realized the Bridge was closing up from behind. This definitely indicates a Journey never to return and seems to be the road to my slaughter. With my maximum resistant force, I ran back and just at the end point of its closure, I jumped swiftly with my eyes closing in reflex. Opening it, I found myself lying in a Room, very weak and in white clothing surrounded by heavy electronic gadgets and disturbed by computerized simulated sounds. Even with a blurred sight, I tried to figure out where I am then I noticed a woman in white as she screams "She is alive!"


Details | Free verse | |

A Squirrels Tears

How do I describe such distress?
A squirrel sat on a lower limb,
His mother had chased him from the nest.
His heart was broken, in upheaval, a mess.
His home gone. His mother turning her back so new.
Oh what, oh what will he ever do?
Each breath he takes is a mighty gulp,
Then the sound so soulful with every shout.
Cries of pain were so deeply felt, 
That every bout rips my heart inside out.
It renders me tearful to hear the sounds flow…
The need to help him drives me so,
How could his mother yield such a blow?
But he is wild and won’t let me help his woe.
A human I’d hold so warm and tight.
I’d build a nest for him if it were right.
But I know he won’t accept my help, 
As he cries on and on in his plight.
For an hour he tore my heart to shreds…
Then finally a young squirrel came from another tree, instead.
Together they ran off fulfilling his needs…
His cries stopped. He’d found what he wanted with those pleas…
Now if mankind could only help those in need, with such simplicity.


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Beginning

Here’s to new beginnings,
And what this year will bring;
A fun filled year of passion,
And our baby in the spring;

A new life in our arms,
Our prospects look so bright;
Just thinking of our future,
Fills me with delight;

I can not wait to hold him,
And watch the wonder in his eyes;
As each an every second,
Fills him with surprise;

He is the new beginning,
To the life that we’ve begun;
And a happy home in which,
We welcome our new son.


Details | Free verse | |

Ship Ahoy Divorce Style

<                                              Haiku

                                          sea's tranquility
                                   bestows harmonic balance
                                      amidst  tides rising



                                               Limerick



                          aye ye matey walking its own plank
                          let not ye other take thee to bank
                                raise thy anchors set sail
                              give heeve hoe to those failed
                         find ye other sailor's who's yet sank  




                                              Couplet



                    shivery timbers captain bow is about to break
                    toss overboard it's ye baggage holding thee dam weight 




Entry For
{Destroyer { Poet's
Divorce Club
Haiku /Limerick/Couplet Contest
G.L. All


Details | Tanka | |

My Boo

<                          halloween haunting's
                       black shoe polish foundation
                             ruby red lipstick
                       pillow stuffed under big dress
                        red white bandana for hair

                               spatula in hand 
                       eggbeater in dress pocket
                              pillowcase for loot
                       daddy's boots causing blisters 
                          aunt jemima memories 




Entry For
Paula Sweanson's
Halloween Of Tears Past
GL AL


Tribute To Childhood Memories


Details | Narrative | |

So that was how the beautiful piece of heaven they had on earth stopped existing

We live in a world full of anger, hate, mistrust, fear and hypocrisy, but it wasn’t meant that way. Once upon a time, thousands of years ago God created a green, pretty and healthy planet to live in where all the animals could work together and live in peace, but suddenly, all started to change. There was a kind and good-intentioned lion, the king of the world, that always tried to do the best for his planet, taking care of all the animals on earth and maintaining peace all along the different species, but there was also a hyena, his best friend, who was so jealous of the king that he stabbed him on the back. The lion always trusted on his best friend, he told him everything he knew and all his thoughts. He thought he would be there for him whenever he needed him and always sought for his good, but the king started to notice his odd mood and felt like he was loosing his best buddy, he tried to talk to the hyena but he refused. So the king turned to somebody else to ask what was going on with his friend and nobody told him. That was so weird, everybody loved the king, everybody would kiss his ass for free, but not now, everything was different, not just with the king but the mood itself. Everything looked sad, darker, like dead. Then, one afternoon, at the weekly meeting of the Great Council, where everyone was discussing, telling wrongs and rights, the hyena stood and spoke up and turned everybody from the king, he was creating a revolution. With all the king’s ideas, with all the tactics he had, the hyena started to create a new team, he was creating bad people, he created evil. Even though there were still animals in the lion’s side, the evil one was stronger. The king, surprised and devastated by his best friend’s betrayal, he took up arms and started to defend his kingdom, the beautiful world he had. So they all started to fight, there was blood split everywhere, screaming, shouting and violence all around the place, like never before. Nobody stopped until wining or dying, dying was the choice they had to make to live in honor. So that was how the beautiful piece of heaven they had on earth stopped existing.


Details | Rhyme | |

COME, PLUCK A SONG




What makes your smile cold? On springtime colors bold? Hummingbirds croon from afar Wilder than tambourine, Thrilling the night’s gauze sheen. Come, pluck the tangy guitar Dance a belly-go-round, Before grey hairs abound--- Be the chant of life’s bright star! © rights reserved ' ' ' ' '' '' '''' '' ' Show Me for Brian Strand's Contest By: nette onclaud


Details | Couplet | |

Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      Now hold on there Tex !
                                        Let me get     dressed  !


                                        Let me saddle up my horse
                                        To trollop around this Halloween course


                                        Got on my chaps
                                        My spurs and cowboy hat


                                       Replica's of forty five's
                                       Riding on my hips very high


                                       With lasso in my hand
                                       This little cowboy has a plan
                                       

                                  
                                      So all you ghost and goblins
                                      It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing

                              
                                      And I'll be taking  loot for mummy
                                      And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy










                                                  Happy Halloween To All
                                   Especially little tikes who are so cute and small





Entry For 
Skat's 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All
                                      

 
                                      
                                       


                                     

                                     
                                       


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Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Isn't it cool how we have it these days

Isn't cool how we have it these days... You wake up around 7:00 get out of bed, Do you turn on your lights, or open your blinds instead? After you eat brekfast, get dressed and brush your teeth, Do you go outside and soak up that spring morning sun, Or close the windows an turn up the heat? When done with school about 3 or 4, Do you text your friends or do somthing more? Maybe go for a walk, even a jog. Do you look at the sky with your head heald high, Or look at the ground as it passes you by? I wonder if we could survive without lights, cars, or streets, But only nature saying "I'm here can't you see, you were just to busy to notice me" I hope we can all do better in our lives And notice nature trying to strive Isn't it cool how we have it these days?! Just look around, you'll notice the haze.... Feb. 24, 2010


Details | Limerick | |

Oh Snap

<                              amidst afternoon's summer's pose / nap
                                are nana's two little handsome chaps
                                logan and just lucas
                                bonded secured by trust
                                brotherly love now don't make me snap
                                                          
                                                                
                                
                                
                                
                                 
                                 
                                                           
Written By Katherine Stella 5/15/11

Entry For Miranda Lambert's
Brotherly Love Contest
G.L. ALL


Details | Verse | |

When Grandma takes me to the park

When Grandma takes me to the park!
By Kim Mosteiro
I love when my grandma comes and picks me up to go to the park. We ride in
grandmas car to the park; and grandma sometimes stops on the way and we get ice
cream.......
I like sliding down the slide; grandma waits at the bottom and catches me, or
sometimes she will slide down with me. One day I was swinging, and grandma
pushed me way high, I flew as high as the birds do, it was so much fun!
Grandma taught me how to climb a tree, just like she did when she was little, and
climbed her grandma's tree, to pick apricots for her Grandma's pies! Grandma
pushes me real fast on the merry-go-round; I go round and round and round and it
makes my head dizzy, and then I spin around just like the merry-go-round.
One day we saw a butterfly, it was blue and brown; I chased it and tried to catch
it but it got away. Grandma told me that every time I saw a butterfly, it would
mean that she was thinking about me; and she gave me a kiss and said that's what
it would feel like if a butterfly landed on my nose and kissed me!
But there was one day when Grandma took me to the park and I saw a snake, it
was scary when he shook his tail and it rattled. Grandma said I am to never go
near one and try to pick it up because it can hurt me, it's not like a butterfly. A
snake will bite you and make you sick Grandma says, so I will only chase butterfly's
not snakes.
I can't wait to go to the park again and see what new adventure Grandma and I
will go on.
“Dedicated to my Grandchildren: ADAM, ROSIE, SERENA


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Kaleidoscope

I watch my shadows as I walk this earthly path.
Ever changing as the moon follows the sun.

And though I travel far and wide.
I see hands extended in friendship. 

My shadow falls on whispers passing by.
As I walk this Kaleidoscope of highways.

I see you shed a tear, and I wipe it clear.
So the sun can shine for you again.

I see that my world remains beautiful to me.
Even when there are dark clouds around me.

No, I shall not sink to the lowest form.
Moonlight carries me forever forward.

Even with my shadow, part light, part dark.
I'm but a shadow within this earthly realm.




5/ 27/ 2013  9:30pm   Mon.  


Details | Concrete | |

Sleep In Her Soul

It's easy to become lost in the idea that only things in life change you;
rather than you are always changing in your creation. 
When you look at demons in the haze, marvel at the haze. 
Demons are feeling homesick.

Be true to everything you are and thrive on.
We all have demons, it's up to you on what to do with those demons. 
The most dangerous are the ones unknown. 
She is herself. A beautiful demon; not hidden behind a shadow. 

Her magic is infested in my desire.
She is beautiful for I can unravel her thoughts.
She expresses to me the words intertwined with my ambiguity.
Riddled with love; I sleep in her soul.

She is my butterfly in our cosmic cannibalism.


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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!”


Details | Senryu | |

Irish emigrate again

children emigrate

as Ireland’s cubs journey down

old ancestral paths


Details | Haiku | |

Dragons

Dragons are evil
Dragons are very different
Dragons are kings


Details | Lyric | |

Unfinished

It's all the seasons,
All the seasons in my world;
Storming all around.

All these thoughts may fill my mind,
But my time is memories.

It might drive me crazy,
Fulfilling all those needs.
And all the seeds of "maybe"
Won't be planted with my greed. 

And you'll thank me one day.
Three birds, they told me so:
"Learn from the thorns in your side,
Roses always bloom too slow". 

And the room yells "Maybe"!
Surely I'd love to go.
But riding on the winds of maybe,
Surely I'll never know....


Details | Senryu | |

Tombstone - Like The Four Horsemen

they walked along
weathered, carrying their guns;
like the four horsemen…

down to the O.K.
guns blazing, bullets flying;
smoke clears, the strong stand…


Details | Couplet | |

Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams


         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 




Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      

        

         


         
          
          

        
                         

         

         


Details | Limerick | |

All In The Family

<                          once Edith laid her hot iron flat
                            husband Archie called her his dingbat
                            then son-in-law ~ meathead
                            put iron on dam bed
                            boy fire did make Jefferson scat





Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/30/11
Entry For Techno - Limericks Contest 
To Be Co-Judge  G.L. All


Just Gotta Love That Archie LOL

Note Please Never Leave Your Iron On
Can Really Ruin Your Day Yikes


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE CATACOMBS OF PARIS

    THE CATACOMBS OF PARIS
Their skeletoned remains, in disarray,
are numbered more than any count can say
and from their numbers, Paris grew
to be what she has grown into,
each stone's been cut and raised from where it lay.

Down in the dark, beneath each cobblestone
there sleeps a death that no one should have known;
and their remains are dried, to last;
to be reminders of the past,
lest we forget what's raised the cornerstone.

And what has made all Paris so discrete
is every stone they raised up to the street;
and every bone that's stripped and bare
by time that's left them laying there
in their sarcophagus beneath our feet.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Imagism | |

The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)


Details | ABC | |

Path

Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Caramel Apple Cake

<                                 network's challenge I did take
                                   whipped up  an  great cake
                                   dripping caramel on plate
                                   waiting  for big slice
                                   smelling  apple spice
                                   add whip  cream
                                          Y U M !
                                           




Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
Harvest Foods Epulaeryu
G.L. All


Details | Limerick | |

Let's Get Ready For Some Football

<                                   let's get ready for some football .....    Ya !
                                     Eagles   verses    da   .....   Bears   Well ... then  Hey !       
                                     Here's kickoff ~ by     da .......    Bears
                                     Ohhhhhhhh !  fell  off ....  T  .....    Unfair
                                     Second  ..... blocked  .....  Eagles    7 - Nay !


                                                                      
                                     
                                     
                                    

                                    
Entry For 
Linda Marie's 
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All    



Tribute To Football


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Nonet | |

Little Hell Raisers { Nonet}

<                             I'm going on journey ~ back in time
                               When I should of listened to my .... heart
                               But instead just followed ....  head 
                               What a mistake that .... was
                               Let me tell you .... now
                               Poor old ... lady
                               Didn't ... do
                               Noth ~ ing
                               Wrong !



                              Carrying her groceries home from the ... store
                              Me ~ brother ~ sister ~ brother's ... friend
                              Tossing lit~ firecrackers
                              Laughing ... and .... giggling 
                              Looking ~ for ... trouble
                              And here she ... came
                              Four ..... against
                              Just ... one
                              Wow   !



                              Bet poor old women didn't .... expect
                              Handfull of lit .... firecrackers
                              To be tossed in her own .... bags
                              Others ran like .... dickens
                              I stayed and helped   ...  her
                              Picked up her ... stuff
                              And ... carried
                              Them ... all
                              Home !
                           
                           
                           
                           
Entry For
Linda Marie's
A Journey Back In Time
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme royal | |

A getaway Life

It's hard to remember memories of grief, getting away for a little while is a relief. Life is like an art, and everyday you get the chance to start. May not be on others side, But my love for them can never divide. endless tears & promises broken, thoughtless words have been spoken. So I must leave for a while, So I can go back with a huge smile. Let me heal the scars, & fill each of my waking hours. This might be just a getaway life, just to escape suffering & strife. Let me search & find my way, to find words I can truthfully say. It may be selfish, but there's just so many reasons, to heal every emotions. Because this time, I want Happiness, & maybe reach for success. I know I have a guardian & a guide, who is always on my side. In a million ways, He's in disguise, to encourage & give me reasons to Inspire. Some are unimportant as it seems, But slowly, God brings reality to dreams. & like a pilgrim, I'll wander, to this journey that can make me even stronger. I've learned so much that money cannot measure, All of my priceless treasures. This is the unplanned surprise, to make me realize. That I just got to beLIeVE, give room to forgive. because what cannot be found, can just be around. Oh & let me find my romance, Not just by fate, nor by chance. So don't count the days that I'm away, feel it closely, in your heart is where I'll always stay.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Old Plane Graveyard

My husband drives the highway past the old plane graveyard.
Permission to visit once a dream, now his reward.
He drools, as he studies the bounty before him, to take.
First the one that comes closest, but none he will forsake.
He smiles as he watches the sun glint off the metal shapes.
He will climb around slowly with his measuring tapes.
To see in the cockpit he would give his right arm.
But needs it instead to draw the fuselage with all it’s charm.
He grunts and he groans as he crawls upon it’s length.
He’ll count the rivets later, after he takes a drink.
Then back he’ll go to examine some more.
There’re switches and gadgets, and baubles galore.
He’s never been happier as he stares at the planes.
To disturb him now would truly be a shame.
He lithely runs between each and every plane.
And he spouts about symbols and phrases hard to explain.
He imagines them flying, as only he could.
Piloting the planes would be better than good.
Occasionally his head pops up as he does research by the ton.
He looks like a gopher as he searches hither and yon.
Finally exhausted he will pack up his gear.
Now he’ll do research on the computer to make it more clear.
He’ll know each it’s history. It’s date and it’s year.
Even whoever commanded it, plus their bombardiers.
The faces he’ll research to go with the names.
And emblems he’ll find that once adorned this old plane.
His friends from his club will go oh and then ah.
Then they’ll ask him to share with modelers, one and all.
By computer the details will spread the world before dark.
It will travel to people in every terrain, no matter how stark.
And modelers will smile as they build a new plane.
With details, and beauty, and history explained.
Now officially remembered with a new life for the old.
People now made happy will remember stories so bold.
I end my refrain with a history newly rediscovered.
An old plane’s life brought back, now on a modelers’ magazine cover.

Contest: Impress Me III
Motif: Historical.  Carol Eastman and Hubby


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Vacation Work in Florida

We are going on vacation today.
Leaving for nine days to play,
At least one of us is, I say.
Me, I have to do list on display.

I don’t mind it at all, you see.
To help someone out in degree,
I love to fix everything that is me.
A workaholic is really my plea.

I get to see stepdaughter that I adore.
While we go to many places, I am sure.
New sights, faces, visiting galore,
Different choices, scenes, are my cure.

Vacations are always way to short.
I would never be happy at a resort.
I enjoy giving by gallon or quart.
Fixing things will never be distort.

I never enjoyed vacations ever at all.
But to be with my loved ones, is a ball.
My working on vacation is a call.
Rest for me will be after my fall.


Details | Terzanelle | |

A Gypsy Moon

Of Roma blood, gypsy, am I, black of skin and eye
fair Dooriya named for the sea which calls to me.
For tribe and clan I live, or die, to God alone, I cry.

The road is home and children are my destiny, 
as night descends a campfire burns and my man sings.
Fair Dooriya named for the sea which calls to me.

We are tinkers, tramps, thieves and wild wanderers who bring
the wheel of life, your karma's get, comes on dancing feet,
as night descends a campfire burns and my man sings.

"Kaska san," I say to you "Whose are you?" I greet.
do you belong "Kas zhanes," "Who do you know?" 
the wheel of life, your karma's get, comes on dancing feet.
 
No claim hold we to earth or sky although,
we own our own with laws which often bite.
Do you belong "Kas zhanes," "Who do you know?"

If no known answers comes there's oft a fight,  
of Roma blood, gypsy, am I black of skin and eye
and under fair or stormy skies, we will unite
for tribe and clan I live, or die, to God alone, I cry.


the crystal ball
gleams by camp fire light
will the moon bring the wolf?



Details | Acrostic | |

Lost In Thought

Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....


Details | Didactic | |

A VICTORY FOR A VISIONARY

Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their father's affection for him and his gift from God
they couldn't understand the nature of his calling nor the compassion he had in his heart

not many people get it when they meet a person who possesses a godly perception
many are somewhat envious while other tend to take an exception
but to be a dreamer to be anointed with that special gift 
with the ability to help others spirits to be lift
to dream during the good times as well as the bad
to dream no matter the situation be you happy or sad
to dream as an encouragement to others even when you're down and low
to dream to let that gift from God in you continue to flow

most dreamers are visionaries who have experienced some sadness in life
most dreamers are able to see beyond humanity and into the heart of Christ
and even when they've been cast down they will lift their eyes to the hills
and no matter the circumstances they know to trust in the Lord God's will

a victory for a visionary, a victory from God's righteous plans
the providential mercy and grace which come from His omnipotent hands
from the pit to the palace, from the ravine to righteousness
Joseph sought no revenge nor displayed any bitterness
Joseph had an opportunity to ruin his brothers but he understood his role
he was a gifted dreamer entrusted with a godly perception entrenched in his soul

so no matter what folks put you through God can turn the tide
for vengeance is the Lord's so put your grievances to the side
Joseph forgave his brothers' betrayal and he lived to tell the tale
and despite all the hardships he suffered his life turned out quite well

so if you find yourself in a pit situation or you're feeling pitiful about your life
know there's a victory for a visionary if you follow the teachings of Christ


Details | Limerick | |

Quit Your Growling

<          once there was old woman on the prowl
            found younger man and begun to howl
            under silvery moon
            fead him with baby spoon
            now stomach does goo goo gah gah grawls



Written By Katherine Stella


Entry For Dr. Ram's Cougar Effect Contest 
G.L. All                                                                


Details | Bio | |

Living for Something and Dying for Nothing

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of lasting freedom you know what I mean.


Details | Sonnet | |

More Than Just Words: Repost

                                        I'm tired of you becoming just words,
                                         On every page when I write at night.
                                           I saw you as a pretty face at first;
                                         I wouldn't mind if my ink pen dried.

                                       I say it because you're a human being;
                                           These situations are not my type.
                                       I want "I love you" to mean something,
                                             And you stay right by my side.

                                              Honestly, when I write poetry,
                              The feeling is unconfirmed, undecided, undefined.
                                               You are worth more to me
                                     Than words written down on every line.

                                          I'd prefer to have you in my arms;
                                        Paper and pen will not tear us apart.


                                                

                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT
                               For P.D.' s "Any Poem Goes #6" Poetry Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Vessels Journey

Born a soul into a vessel of life
Innocent and pure a spirit riding its ship
The maiden voyage launches without major strife
Where will it guide ones wondrous trip?

The path of night or path of day?
Traveling along every twist and turn
Is it the path where all its dreams lay?
For what end destiny does the heart yearn?

Guiding forces often push one down unintended trail
Heavy burdens carried on vessel’s back
Guideposts and lurking shadows do not avail
Waiting weather and hidden beasts do attack

Sherpas help keep vessels moving along
Opening canopy signals the right way
Guiding vessel toward the summit where it does belong
Vistas become available with the light of day

All senses absorb the astounding view
Site, sound and touch are at their peak
Framed portraits both old and new
While embracing the ultimate destination you seek


By: Richard J. Long 
December 2011


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

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

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

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

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

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

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

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART THREE

Imagine a king who has many
Servants staying at his palace
It would make no sense at all if those
Servants do not fulfill their purpose


Those servants were ordered to work
And to respect that king at all times
While the king gives them a place to stay
They should always make his palace shine


Any slave who does not work may
Eventually be kicked out soon
Any slave who works improperly
May likewise end up without a room


That king has a right to command
His slaves to sing lovely songs of him
To choose the number of times to wash
A staircase, because he is 'king'


That king has a right to command his
Slaves to do well to his family
To treat his close friends with respect
And welcome his guests cheerfully


To tell them not to touch this and that
To disallow them from certain rooms
To do what he commands them to do
As he is the owner who rules


So when Allah gives a command
A command that must be obeyed
You must obey Allah's Commandments
Or else you might get yourself astray


So if Allah commands you to pray
To Him, five prayers everyday
Don't ask 'why? ' Don't ask 'why five salahs? '
Just listen to God, and obey


God lets you walk on the earth He made
God gives you fresh air for you to breathe
God keeps the clouds above you floating
And gives you drink and food to eat


God gave you a brain with which to think
And still you ask 'why should you pray? '
We pray to Allah, the Mighty King
Who lets us live each night and day


When you're awake, when you're asleep
The air you breathe each night and day
What you inhale and what you exhale
Are some things from God which you don't pay


The ability to taste is a
Gift from God which many just ignore
Imagine if you could not taste the
Food you eat, eating would be a bore


You eat fruits and vegetables that God
Created, from plants that Allah made
You drink water which belongs to God
And yet you ask 'why must we pray? '

--->PART FOUR


Details | Free verse | |

A Memory, the lasting perfume

A Festival celebrations holidays were on
And a pleasure to go swimming every morn
With friends to the open Arabian sea.
Noticed a war-ship anchored onto the sea.

Hey, buddy, let’s go up to the ship there
Touch and go,  who comes first to the shore.
As we were about to approach the ship 
Saw some soldiers pointing guns at us.

Fled like a frightened fish seeking the shore
Forgetting who reached first and who the last.
A word went round the town as of caution
As it was the time of the Second World War.

Nothing happened for the next few days
And the ship had gone one fine morning.
But we learnt the lesson of how to swim 
Against the tide and also with the tide.

I carry about with me this diary as a treasure
As the lasting perfume, not as a past pleasure


==============================

The poem is an account of my childhood days

Dr. Ram Mehta

Sixth Place win:
In Give me your best shot by John Freeman


Details | Ghazal | |

God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








Details | Verse | |

Satan's Friend

Satan released my mind from it's cage
i sold my soul for a beautiful fox named Amy
Satan showed me some love gave me a 
tricked out ride Amy was driving Satan seating 
shotgun we were at the club drinking and 
dancing the night away we went for a drive 
Satan had a wicked smile he said trust me
let's drive like hell i felt i was flying and on top 
of the world nothing could go wrong we 
stopped for 6 hit the gas got it real fast
Amy got a text dropped her phone she looked down
crashed and smashed the under taker gave me
a dirt bath now i am in Hell Satan wisdom
fooled me what the hell alarm clock went 
off i was awakened it was only a dream
Please Don;t Scream


Details | Rhyme | |

A Prayer for the "Sailing Family"

Dear friends, I really don’t know you at all. In that vast wide ocean, you may feel very small. But when you sail, know just one thing, He’s with you always, many joys He will bring. So take in the beauty, and all of His Gifts, The water, his creatures and all in your midst. Even if you did not consciously bring Him, He’s always beside you, and there when you need Him. I know of a lady, she’s one of your girls. She mentioned that you would be traveling the world. So, though I don’t know you, I wish you the best! Safe, happy travels…knowing He’ll do the rest! Take in every moment, sun rises and sets. It sounds as though it’s as good as it gets! My prayer is this, that your Travels be well. So bring back some memories and stories to tell! Michelle D. 7/14/10


Details | I do not know? | |

My Dream Car

I found this old car
Kinda beat up, but it’ll do
With a little love and care
It’ll be shining like new

I take a ride down a deserted highway
It’s long, alone, and narrow
It’s pointing me in some direction
Like a dark asphalt arrow

I look in my rearview mirror
And I see laughter and tears 
I’ve survived a lot 
Through the last twenty years

In the shine of my headlights 
I see what’s coming
Whether I like it or not 
There’s no point in running 

Inside I hear the radio
Revealing different melodies
And I sit there and I sing
My words soon to become memories 

The road curves and winds
There’s just one last bend
My “Dream Car” is my life 
And I’ll ride it out til the end


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !


                                     Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
                                     Polinatators that bite me
                                     Gift biogenic amines
                                     How you make me swell

                                     Yellow belly tarnations
                                     Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
                                     Cursing swating and shooing
                                     To sting destroyer



  * Story:    A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course 
                        I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol



Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest 
G.L. All

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Determined To Use

The ambition that was given for mission
Methodically apply message from sky
A hard worker know they need no permission
They remain practical as time flies by

Arising at times their is pessimism
So cautiously they vie for self discipline
While still relying on expressionism
Patience from them is like the drug insulin


Details | Pantoum | |

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
                                  


Details | Light Poetry | |

Kiss And Tell

<        Heart skips beat
               From boy I meet

                    Palms did sweat
                         Forehead wet

                               Caught me under tree
                                   Lips were placed on thee

                                                    Tomboy no more
                                                           Dresses galore

                                                                        
                                                                 Him 12 and me just 11
                                                                     Match made from Heaven


                                                                           Something went wrong
                                                                                With our love song


                                                                                     Denny O'Neil 
                                                                                       Did like to squeal  

Just Hate It 
When They 
Kiss And Tell 
LMAO


Story is this was my first love intrest
When we moved into our new house
instead of me wanting to beat him up
we instead played football and other sports 
along with his other 4 brothers I always had 
to be the quarterback tho because I had the 
strongest throwing arm of the block


Details | Narrative | |

God IS Real Miracles Happen

God Is Real/Miracles Happen
By Nate Spears


God is real, and miracles happen
Despite of his struggles 
The middle class poet kept on writing his chapters 
Times were tough 
But he didn’t give up
Unpaid rent 
Eviction notes 
His bills were overdue  
No water, no power 
He used GOD as his source; and  
kept on writing his chapters
Then came a knock 
He opened his door, but no one was there 
There was a note left behind, along with a white feather on his mat 
A rent paid receipt 
Plus full payment of his utilities
He closed the door quickly, and went back in the house to his desk
The pages in his book was flipped 
to a ending page he couldn’t miss
A inspirational piece was left behind that he didn’t write
It read this: 


For your time and effort given 
to lead and inspire, this is the final chapter in your book that I so desire.

I restored your power, to give you energy to write.

I gave you water again, for the tears shed on your writes.

I provided funding for your rent, for the priceless messages your poems present. 

Those sheets of paper have inspired many lives in need to vent.


I read the final chapter, and started to cry
I glanced out the window at a river of joy nearby
A rainbow appeared in the sky
Under covering my darkness  
There lies a ray of light 
No matter how deep life pounds
No matter how hard things get 
If you believe you can overcome
Just keep up the fight 
The battle is already won
Just believe.


Details | Blank verse | |

Goodbye for Now

large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks                                                       
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up                                                                            till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand                                                  
parked together like defenseless tadpoles, 
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,                                            
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.                                                   
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history                                                        
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky                                                         
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats                                                                  
who love the companionship                                           
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics                                                          
and assorted beasts of the mind                                                         
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority                                                   
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.                                                
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something                                      
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!                                                       
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.


Details | Free verse | |

How I Met You

First, a sequence of footsteps disguised as coincidence.
A smile to hook at eleven, a line to sink at twelve
A style, all the while, caught leaning in the background.
Words, flowing like they’ve been there all along
Dropping us, down another level in their elevator 
Further down the rabbit hole.
I become your mechanism
Heeding your every nerve,
Every tiny rhythmic stir. 
You sing as I tune you.

At last, the bottom falls out and we’re flying, passing
Between each open idea, dipping
Inside your emotional crevices, tracing
Each curve in your wings- 
Color spiraling outward,
Out of control

We crash land by the ocean
Peeking from the rubble. 

Though our eyes are all that is left- seeds
Aligned and blooming toward the sun.
Time slows.

And the clock waits outside
As our sandcastle, balanced perfectly on this single fleeting moment
Breaks against the morning tide.
And the night disappears back into footsteps
Just to age in a museum of art never captured.


Details | Couplet | |

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


Details | Senryu | |

Menacing Moms

<                                     just look at my son ...
                                 down to size of thirty two
                                 ....    fencing hackling




                                      meat and potatoes ...
                                   leftovers from my mother
                                 ...  well isn't that special



                                     eat sleep and ... running
                                     thats all I will ever see
                                   ...  glad father isn't here




Written by Katherine Stella
For Dr Rams IN-LAWS Contest
Gl All





Details | Epic | |

The potter and the blacksmith

The Potter and the Blacksmith..

I can hear the distant muted sounds,
Sounds that are clouded in mystery and memory,
Hammer steel, scree,
Clank,
Clank,
Clank, metal on metal
Brazen and hard the un-pliable steel,
Forged by sweat and blood,
I can feel it, feel it in my bones,
Turning, banging, pulling, forming
The Master bending and clanging upon His proud work-in-progress,
For some are like the clay upon the potters wheel,
Easily pliable, soft and fragile, made for a specific purpose,
While others are hard like the steel whom the blacksmith
Heats and beats into a formidable weapon,
The work is more laborious and strained,
And the trials and tribulations we face at times unbearable,
But oh the lethal force wielded in hand.
The steel and clay did not choose its own design or composition,
It can only relent to being used for that which it was made.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The color of love

Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve, 
i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty
and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start

My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way.
Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all

Many times I’ve dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears,
As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways,
I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true,
How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do.

I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along “My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind".

 If again such a love should come my way, I’d break free of those dark days I’d confess my true heart and reject the rest and  break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.


Details | Shape | |

Dad's Gone Fishing

<                                        Well Lets See
                                          If This ~  Will 
                                          Work Out For
                                          All Wonderful              W
                                       Dads Here At Soup        E   F
                                           I                H          N    I
                                          W                A        E       S
                                           I                 P      C         H     
                                           S                P     I            I
                                           H  You All A Y    N             N
                                           F                H  A               G
                                           A                E                    P
                                           T                R                    O
                                           H                E                     L
                                           E                 I                     E T O  CATCH
                                           R                S                      F                   S
                                           S  D  A Y   So                        I  S   H   E  M  O


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Mother Of All Planets

<                             




    
                                           the             universe                    has
                                         physical                                      matter
                                        concentric           sphers                      with
                                       many         planets                                 stars
                                       and                   galaxies                             for
                                      o   b    s     e   r    v  a      t    i      o                 n
                                      text    ual               v     i      e                         w
                                      to             see                   big                      bang
                                      but                    t  o                   me            o u   r
                                      mother                                    e a r t                 h
                                      c     o      u     n    t   s      the      m    o      s        t

                                       f      o            r          i      t '    s           w h  a    t

                                        m                   a                   n                        y  
                                                    
                                         d            o                     c       a       l           l

                                            h
                                                                                                 e
                                                     o                    
                                                                         m
                                                    
Though this is a shape poem
it is written in diminished hexaverse lol


Details | Free verse | |

Journey Towards Greatness

Oh, seek you so freely after greatness
Amidst the lands of thought and realties;
Dare you with cupped hands, drink deeply of wisdom’s waters, 
That the brain not be found inebriated by false ideologies…
Thinking, from within the vast Pied-à-terre of your brow,
Discovering, self ingenuously endowed.
Mind over matter vs. matter over mind,
Explore now the winds of fact and fiction, 
Let your spirit soar and true knowledge you shall find.
Speaking with candor and clear articulations
living not for want of foolish desires;
yet, for the wondrous joys of learning -- aspire.
Think beyond the box that once pained the mind, being set free. 
Stand firmly in silence, hear and embrace knowledge 
within a continuity of will, filled by hopes, strengthened by certainty. ~ Believe
O’ acumen’s root liken to the growth of the tiny mustard seed 
Which fostered properly spreads into the strongest of trees.
Open the eyes of your heart‘s being, freely gifted by this love 
Continually enduring throughout the generations
Accepting in truth receive of the Empowered One 
Then may you find, the greatness you seek…


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Stop Look And Listen

<                                               Look !
                                  Look deep into my eyes
                                 You are getting sleepy ~ sleepy
                                 By the Ring Of The Bell 
                                 You'll get up and Light The Candle
                                 Ring    ~~~~~~~~~~      Ring
                                 Now walk walk towards the sound of my voice
                                 Now kneel Kneel down by this stone fireplace
                                 Now wrap wrap those loving arms around me
                                 Now kiss kiss me on this waiting neck
                                 Now Don't Don't stop until I Close The Book


Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/21/11


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Narrative | |

Soccer Crazy

Soccer was the thing for all young men to play.
And my little love wanted to join desperately in the game.
So he got to be the goalie… to wear that special crown.
He was so excited as he was sent in front of that net.
And we were so very proud of what this honor surely meant.
I told every one he was my son and we couldn’t be prouder of him, than that.
But it didn’t take long for him to feel lost as his friends went running in the game.
So alone, he started kicking at dirt clods and looking for bugs with which to play.
Then he spun in circles and showed off for some girls in every way…
So the girls were sent to help keep his eye on the ball… as best they could.
For he had been paying attention to them, as the first goal went sailing through…
At this point I said oops and boys will be boys… as I smiled, though in doubt…
But it got better as he suddenly started exploring the net, and I heard a shout…
He’d decided to play spider man as he ran and threw himself at the net.
He tried to cling up higher with every jump he brilliantly took.
As I was waving my hands back and forth while trying to tell him to cut it out…
I was getting really frantic, trying to tell him that the ball was coming close…
But he was half way up the net as the next goal came sailing past to score.
Now my head was in my hands for the team kids were looking kinda sore....
For now they had to run their hearts out… to try to win the game and score.
I began to wonder if the team would ever forgive him if they lost?
The coach made two more visits to try to get his attention at any cost…
He really was quite kind as he said in no uncertain terms to leave the net alone…
And so, my son paid attention for another moment or more, you know…
But while everyone was running and scoring at the other end…
I turned to see him hanging upside down, his foot caught in the net, up in the air.
Everyone ran out to save him with me… or was it to save the net?
When we got back to sit down the coach was looking a little strained.
And I was contemplating hiding under the bleachers as the other team scored, again.
At half time, my little goalie seemed happy relegated to the bench with all his friends.
But I was worried he might be… kicked off the team… I was in terror, my friend…
At this point, several turned to assure me every thing would be all right...
After all, last year it had been their kid’s turn for… hanging upside down...


Details | Free verse | |

Safe Travels

I walk dark
Mid night camouflage my face
Provide sanctuary against
Malicious souls and deadly spirits 
Who seek to pick my life to insanity
Who offer my body up as road kill
A decade ago, five years ago, yesterday, tomorrow;

Smiles bright as the sun in mid sky
 Grins at dusk 
Sneers at twilight
Mocks mid night;

Flesh pick from 
Blue black brown bodies 
Peel back by hot coal 
Set to noose five hundred years of dreams;

I slide through the darkness
Naked
For safety
Mid night camouflage my likeness
Blinds malicious souls and deadly spirits to my breath;

I watch
Listen
As siblings dressed in multi-colored joys
Are picked insanely from life 
Torn from the fabric of their mid day lies
By truth of white fire
Rope 
Tar
Blood. 


Details | Senryu | |

---blasted cherries

blasted cherries
splatter the pavement bird dropping…
bloody tell trails


Details | Quatrain | |

Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.


Details | Free verse | |

The Pirate's Cove (Anaphora)

I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters
I like seeing the waves rising and feeling the splash
I like sights of jolly pirates swinging across the decks
I like sounds of parrots whispering beautiful words
I like scenic episodes that are challenging to the soul
I like seasonal ventures deep into the mystery of love
I like serious drama of swash buckling and bottled rum
I like shabby old treasure chests of gold and rubies
I like silence when the sea is calm and all is at rest
I like starting it again, splashing high sea adventures
I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters!



Comments:    Anaphora is the repetition of at the same word (or group of words) 
at the beginning of successive phrases, clauses, sentences, or lines.  This 
anaphora poem is all about the pirates experiencing a high sea adventure.


Details | Sonnet | |

Kiss This

<                              master of disguise menacing havoc
                                I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
                                but one illuminates from presents sight
                                tis I carries master key whom ends plight


                               brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
                               for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss 
                               poke and probe away with your woven schemes
                               tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems 


                               your inferno fire from gates of hell
                               diminished by just one shake from this bell
                               so bring on your barriers and good grief's
                               tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep 


                               sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
                               but turning check telling to kiss thy ass




Entry For
Thvia Shetley's
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Resurrection

                                            How can I say what I should,
                                        To let you know that I feel this way.
                                            I just need to be understood,
                                          And prove that love is on display.

                                               I'm really the type of guy 
                                            That has a desire to be there.
                                       Another woman has caught my eye,
                                        And I think she knows that I care.




                                                    ©2013 Honestly JT
                                     
                                                          


Details | Rhyme | |

Nothing More Or Less

Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less

My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Dead
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less

I cringed for originality 
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED 
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less

Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark 
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less


Details | Rhyme | |

A Walk along the Sand

Walking along the beach
you see a shell in the sand
the sun shines in your face
your shadow shows it by your hand

You hand picks up the shell
but below it you see glass
that shines in the sun
what is this you ask

When you dig out the sand
a bottle is before your eyes
what inside may I find
nothing or a glorious prize

So nothing was what was found
except a dimple in the sand
a bottle with a dimple
oh I do feel so grand

poetgord@2013


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?


Details | Free verse | |

Once upon a time

-Once upon a time-

In the faraway cloud
Where listening lies,
Where river smiles,
When words speak
And meant to be,
Where wants and needs
Aren’t misconstrue,
Where lizards and gizzards
Wet, calm, hunt and meet and prey.
Tis by this extreme realm
That this goal is set.

One dream
One night
In all nights
Is what’s in need,
That the mission 
And vision
World awaits
Will emerge.

Sacred, odd
And silence
Are night themes.
This one night
Comes a fright-
Fire outbreaks,
Catches homes 
And fences.
And the news
Reaches the Mighty helm.
“I’m your lord
And is my duty 
To protect,
While your right 
Is to serve, me- lord”.

This leader leads
The fire extinguishers
To bring an end
To the inferno-
Where canopies
Are eating
And where sapiens
Are sentenced to death
By abrupt blaze.
Canon night meets morning
When the darkness runs
And leaves the heavens
With puffs of smoke
And burn- to-ash
Artifacts
In the arena 
Of both half and fully
Baked human skins
And open skulls
And myriad of 
Closed facial identities.

The King sobs, 
For the Kingdom.
Calming by his chiefs
And calmly walk 
To the palace;
Where his ancestors 
Roam and home.
And there
He speaks and pleads
With his ancestors
On the causal of this
Unforgotten night visitor.
Then and there they
Weep while saying
For this they do not know.

Silence the king,
Paces and shivers.
At this moment
His ancestors 
Turn phantoms
And stay hidden
Behind the walls.

His mother, 
Thanks destiny,
Is alive-
Hale and healthy
“Do see my mother 
To my Chamber now”.
For his mother 
She comes and
The mother he tells.
Her one reply is
"For this, my son
I honestly don't know"……

4/2/2014



Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Free verse | |

Power of Your Love

To a Bride and Groom

You have the power
over my love
to make my day rain or shine
it all began the day you asked me
"to be mine" and I wrote my name
in blood, on your hearts
dotted line
the power of my love
to fuel what feeds within me
pounce on me as a tiger
humble me as a mouse
your strength envelopes me
as if standing in an unbreakable
glass house
you have the power
over my stare, as you glare
into my inner spirits soul
those who dare to try to divide
I heed them to beware
the power you have over my love
leaves me content, without a care
floating together, we share, in
true loves enchanting bliss
what started years ago, with a friendly
hug, is reincarnated within every
new days kiss




Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Lunar Madness

              LUNAR MADNESS
His thought; desire; that driving dream he knew;
so real within his heart and living soul;
the thing he took and fed until it grew,
into the part of life that made him whole;
by doing things that people seldom do
to make it real, and reach his cherished goal!
   For who but fools, whose minds are now in tune,
   would take a thought, and bounce it off the moon?
                                                 
If given wings; by one who's gone insane
with lunar madness, loose in universe;
his wish for life would search each hidden plane,
and seek more levels where he might immerse
in pools of knowledge, cleansing every stain,
bleached on his mind by times eternal curse!
   And damp with truth, before his mind can rust,
   he dries in clouds of flowing cosmic dust!

His world is silent, everywhere he goes,
and dreams he holds so dear, stare silently,
at passersby, who greet him, but he shows,
no recognition to the ones who'd be
some of the ones to take the truth he knows,
and bring him back from where he's flying free!
   But don't know how to reach this paranoid,
   nor find the things that make his feelings void.
                        
It's plain for them to see, he's not all there,
but lunar  madness doesn't cross their minds,
and ships of soul, don't take them anywhere;
perhaps too busy with their daily grinds
to think of flying free form any care,
and seeking many worlds of other kinds!
   That he has found by leaving body still,
   protected by his knowing mind, and will.
                                                            
He'll watch the pouring rain, and snowflakes fall,
and bolts that light the sky, in summer storm,
to see the wisdom theree within them all,
as puzzles come together and to form
a tool to shatter down his prison wall,
that's kept him from a life that's soft and warm!
   But as he sees the things before his eyes,
   the other part of him still seeks, and flies

so free of chains that bind him far below;
the part behind, that's waiting for the end;
or waiting for the wisdom he will know,
return of one, his kind and loving friend;
that once set free, would only come and go,
far from the one who let it first ascend!
   Not knowing once he set their powers free,
   that lunar madness plagues him, constantly.
                       © ron wilson


Details | Lyric | |

Dream on

 DREAM ON 
 
I dream on, from my dome to my chest
to my toes and to the tips of my palms. 
We dream on, in the land of the free,  
but where freedom comes at a cost and 
sacrifice for others the achieve their dream. 
  
I dream on, flying over an icy mountain top,  
To the sweat taste of lemon drops,  
To the cool relief of mist burning over a  
desert black top as I brain storm lessening 
to heart beat of my favorite song.
  
We dream on, from the top of 
lonely tropical island hill top  
to the sit and the smell of a breath
taking Forrest and to a falling
sun afflicting a shining sea
that is the best part of the day 
I rather spend ending enjoying with a beautiful
woman... the sit and the breeze. 
 
Poetry by Keith K. Relf


Details | Free verse | |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Harmonic Spirits

Harmonic Spirits In a time of past; so far away just beyond where night meets the day two little children were born and raised in the deepest part of the forest, a mystery their father never saw their innocent faces Ancient spirits of woodland graves they became royalty of trolls, and trees the only two whom were human beings they lived out life happily some say they could even hear them singing in perfect harmony They ruled and were protected, by nymphs, fairies, elves, and of creatures of life and grave the trees fulfilled all of their needs The forest and it's wonder a family they became Mother Nature in loving ways came with the birds and bees She lifted them up hugging them, giving immortality in a world with so much pain yet they knew only harmony all of their days the legend of the forest royalty they became healing the creatures that go unseen saying hello and goodbye for many years the little boy and girl left beside an old oak tree one dark February harmonic spirits they are now, running wild and free...
About my children who are passed


Details | Couplet | |

Writer's Block

You know what I hate about writer’s block,
How my creativity is hidden behind a lock;

Time ticks away as I stare at my screen,
My heart beating faster from the strain of caffeine;

The cursor flashing lulls me to doze,
Til a fly lands smack on the tip of my nose;

I swing at the fly and glance at the clock,
How did 10 AM turn into 5 O’clock;

I stand and I stretch and then walk away,
And say goodbye to another wasted day;

Maybe tomorrow will inspire my brain,
Or I could be slowly going insane…


Details | Limerick | |

This Path we Walk

As we walk like children holding hands , swinging our arms together as we walked slowly through the blanket of the Autumn leaves. The path we walk is as it were never ending .The tall forest trees that lined each side , appeared to funnel off to the distant open sky . Sun now setting leaving a Orange sky that blended with the leaves all about us . That cool evening breeze upon our glowing faces . The whisper of the trees as they swayed in the wind , but the loudest sound of it all was the beating of our hearts . No it was not just the chill of the wind that made our faces glow , it was the love in our hearts that showed. Yes we were children for that moment , full of innocents of a love so pure at heart, a love so true , nothing could tear it apart . A love that memories are made of  and dreams that come true .There is nothing so good as the love you have for me and I for you.
  The path we walk that seemed to go on forever , was actually our love through out our lives ,as we travel together through it.
TAC


Details | Haiku | |

Johnny Come Blow Your Horn

pillar of trumpets
are no match in a garden
for the hummingbird


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

BRITZ'S GIRLFRIENDS PAST

BRITZ’S GIRLFRIENDS PAST…LAST EPISODE”


He is young, handsome and got all it takes
To get involved with him, girls get tied to the stakes
Early in his age he set it off with one in a relationship
The love was fierce; both were wolves and none the sheep
Quarrel today and settle today; the relationship seem not to last
Sincerity danced to the lime-light; someone will surely get hurt at last
He ignorantly made her jealous and she sought a pay-back
She left him for his best friend but later sought to come back
Marriage and family ties got deep in line; too late to get back
The first girlfriend in his past.

So heartbroken and sad; he refused to show concern
The latest girl was so pretty and that calls for concern
She was his childhood friend he shared kisses with
Another relationship in line; amidst tares he took out the best wheat
It all started off so well, he broke the heart of her cousin
They were too close; the girl was close to his cousin
Childhood friendship an advantage thought this one will last
Unfortunately, the happy relationship came to end so fast
They lost it all: love, compatibility, friendship and in themselves a taste
The second girlfriend in his past.

Tired of relationships, he dived into friends with benefits
It was so sweet an adventure; to every girl, he got a benefit
He became so free and there was no love seen to be found
Nothing to loose as its just sex and the girls were always around
Tasting all juicy like Solomon’s pear; Complications in line he got scared
Frightened out his shoes; friends with benefit? He was no longer prepared
In the midst of storm; just like Jonah , he remembered there is someone so dear
The safest adventure is a relationship with her and there will be nothing else to fear
Difficult as of the beginning but she later came to terms and vowed to always be there
The third girl; presently in his present…


																…Lordvip…
D' Poetic Beast
						























Details | Free verse | |

The Grateful Guilt of Greatness

I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.


Details | Free verse | |

On bended knee

On bended knee
I hope you know
Of how much I feel
my heart bestow

For now I offer
my hand my love
a golden band 
and pure white doves

Perhaps you'll arrive
in princess carriage
what ever you want 
the perfect marriage

Through happiness
and sickness too
I've one true love
and that is you

So if you'll say yes
and marry me
through all my days
I'll cherish thee


Details | Tanka | |

Hush Now { Tanka X Three }

<     falls bright foliage
reflects own mirrored images 
       off motionless lake
clusters of billowing white
filter from chimmeny's home stacks

                                                                                                                                      
red gold brown and green
illuminating snapshots
etched in minds own eye
transferred to painting canvass
under moon's and stars dance theme



the winds of gallows
taunt not the sleeping forest
with your shivery 
hush hush this one silent night
don't wake the sleeping giant 



Entry For 
Amy Green's
Enchantment Of Fall's
Tanka A Moment
G.L. All


Details | Didactic | |

Realm of Reality

Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The
journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the
time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best,
your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you
came to life to solve and to believe in.
Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him.




Right now I am, thinking what to write
Holding my pen, it’s almost midnight,
I’m truly out of words, to express my whole life,
It’s so absurd, cut all pain through a knife
And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul
I know that You know, what I am going through
And I’m not sure I believe, unless I really feel
But I know when You’re not there, so I pray to feel You near

Now I can see, what this life is about
Now I do know, I’m too lost without,
Diamond in the rough, that’s what I was
But now I’m reborn by the shower of Your bliss
I’d die to satisfy, I’d do everything I can,
No matter how tough, after all I’m a man
I won’t fall apart, You’re always in my heart
I’d swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend

This undying grace of Your creation,
Time and space, more than perfection
You’ve opened my eyes and showed me the truth
You’ve blessed peace to my soul; I know what’s my role
I see two key coins, one black and one white
And all I have to join, the one with your light
Life is as it is, we make it our own
Hard or easy, full or alone

Everything grows, as they all involve
With the rose you put down, to show us what’s love
I wake up early, to see Your beauty,
Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done,
I drive all the way and see my problems solved,
By Your love from above, I stand still so firm
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Just Can Not Win

There was a day, oh so clear… I took my newly trained dog for a walk.
Just as I left the house… a rabbit came by, and yes, we were off.
My dog took off quite fast… as he ran the rabbit under a car.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… but I’m still alive, so far…

Then a squirrel crossed the street… for in a tree, to hide.
Clearly we had to follow… as cars swerved to miss us in their ride
I was very grateful that day… to find every thing still intact.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win…as a friend, helped us from a limb, well cracked.

Next the mailman rounded the bend… in his small-motorized truck
I sure am glad he got away… but again, me… not so much.
I can attest to my dog’s health… As we ran a mile in record time…
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as a fire truck came roaring by.

Now don’t you worry so very much… we survived, yet, again?
And as all settled down, I was so glad… till the rain came rumbling in.
Since lightening and thunder scare him so… we made it home, in record time.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as from under the door I climbed.

The dinner table had been set… as I hurried from the door.
Dinner will be late; I have to explain… as I now cleared it from the floor.
A walk always develops an appetite… I mused, as I began to explain doggy house laws.
Yep, you guessed it… I just can’t win…  as the turkey lay between his paws.

The trainer assured me my dog’s well trained… though with a small attention span
Training’s gone well, he said, again… though he looked like a crazed stuntman.
Yep, you guessed it… He couldn’t win…as he gave me, my money back 
A little chagrinned… he sent me on my way, with several tons of luck.

There’ll probably be another moment or two… with my beloved Great Dane.
But that’s to be expected… from a 100 lb puppy that’s almost potty trained
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win... But Don’t Worry, we’re doing well… 
OOOPS, the doorbell rang… here we go again, for another time…

But know, eventually he will grow up… and by then we’ll be just fine…


Details | Limerick | |

Who Let The Dogs Out ? { The DogGone Dog Contest}

<                              tell me now   Who ! Who ! ~  Let The Dogs Out ?
                                bet Carolyn pulling them by snouts ......
                                fleas ...  ticks....  she started to itch /////
                                screaming  sons of  a  ....... b .i...t...c....h
                                poor neighbor's dog now takes different route
                               
                                
                                
                                
Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
The DogGone Dog Contest
G.L. All


Details | Monoku | |

Heartbeat Is A Love Beat { Broken Monku }

<                 seventh grade third hour spelling teacher
             

                                    heartbeat is just a silly love beat








Tribute To
Teenage Crushes
On Teacher's LOL


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | I do not know? | |

poems

poems of love 
poems of hate 
closing doors
 and clicking gates 

Gates of white 
Gates of blue
 all beg for something new
 
something new
  something old
 something saying lets be bold 

i  know you
 and i know something you 
would like to do 

 so take my hand 
and lets leave behind the seas
 and the sand
 
 fly to a new beginning 
leave all these people we watch 
sinning
 


Details | Lyric | |

Abjectly Blind Even With The Perfect Sight

Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.


Details | Free verse | |

Run Into Love

You make me smile even when the sad songs come on.
You make me laugh with every chance you get.
You don't even have to be here for me to fall for you.
I've played the backseat for too long.
Maybe now it's time to run;
Time to run into love.
What do we have to lost?
This is only life once.
We are only young once.
And I believe I am starting to fall for you.
What do we have to lose?
Let's dive in together,
Holding hands,
Into the unknown.


Details | Cowboy | |

' 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 | Haiku | |

first class nature

passive high sun shade flawless predatory eyes a happy hour dive!


Details | Sonnet | |

Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws


                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry


                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney



                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today


Details | Haiku | |

Stint five

...in this land, we lived 
to see pharaoh and stars
in their origin...


Details | Lanterne | |

Boats

Boats
Sail by
Leaving me
Waving goodbye
Off


Details | Rhyme | |

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. 


Details | Free verse | |

Chicken

<                                          No Guts !

                                            No Glory !

                                      C  H  I  C  K  E  N !!!



My Unique Line By   K.S.

Chicken   


I Will Try Anything Once
Esp When Comes To 
Daredevil Adventures

Skydiving
Skiing
Hot Air Balloon


Entry For P.D. Contest
The Most Impressive Line


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


Details | Limerick | |

Super Bowl Sunday

Statistical Sunday that starts fights
Along with bringing many delights
One simple cowhide ball
So called centralized thrall
Bringing outward competitive rights


Written for

Sponsor Royal Trevino 
Contest Name SUPER BOWL SUNDAY! **LIMERICK** or **HAIKU** 


Details | Free verse | |

IT'S NOT GOOD-BYE

This is not goodbye
It is see you soon
This is not goodbye
We still got lots to share
This is not goodbye
Because no matter how far we are
We are forever near
This is not goodbye
We will be together again
This is not goodbye
How can I have fun 
Without you near?
I’m not going to cry
I’m going to seized my tears
Though I’m staid
And my heart is crying out
Like a waterfall
Because this is not goodbye
I know you’re sedate
I know you’re pensive
We all are
But I am going to be defy
Because this is not goodbye
It is see you soon


Details | Free verse | |

Scarf of Winter's Dawning

Laughter on a lilting wind
Crush and crumple, sneeze and fall
Do you hear the wild geese
The trumpet sounds for summer

Take the rake and pile them high
These gifts of lingering light
Born on breeze of apple crisp
And smashed pumpkin premonitions
Bury yourself in the core of autumn
peek out like a nestling true

Or ride the hay bales high a scratchin’
Underneath a howler’s moon
Purple abalone face of night aglow
Dew the jaded remnants of summer gone
Wrap the joyful child of man
Within the muffled scarf of winter’s dawning.





Details | Verse | |

How The West Was Won

<                         O ye how the west has gone won
                           now wipe those trails of tears my son
                           dance the ring of fire for fun
                           speak and learn native ways
                           learn not to speak with riffles gun
                           rustle bacon beans  Hey !






Written By Katherine Stella 7/3/11


Entry For Dr Ram's 
Rime Couee's Contest
G.L. All


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Let's Have A Party

<                                       wedding's party together
                                         leave space missing attendents
                                         brides grooms best man maids honor
                                         forget not thy rings

                                                                                  
                                         
                                         petals strewn on red carpet 
                                         notable winks for moms dads
                                         confetti strewn high in air
                                         board open carriage



Entry For 
Dr's Ram Mehta's 
Wedding Rehearsal
Dodoitsu Contest  
GL All


Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011


Details | Light Poetry | |

' An Aura Of Light, So Bright ! ... '

I Gathered The Aura Of Light Around Me
The Aura Of Light, Softly Surrounds Me
An Aura Of Light, So Bright
I Closed Eyes To View Sight …

Caress and Coalescence
Coexistent … Luminescent

by The Force of A Million-Billion, Rushing Beams !
… and Just As Many, Soft, Sweet-Dreams

… GOD’s Gifts, Are So Supreme !!
My Sweet, Silver Sanctum Gleams !

… in The Aura Of Light Around Me …


Details | Rhyme | |

Enthusiastic

All is in my sight but the limits that I can’t see
Why was last place an option
When first is where I’m supposed to be
While I’m still moving forward 
I see no one else ahead of me
The sky is the limit 
And hard work is the only fee
I know one day
My fears are going to be scared of me
With God on my side 
He’ll always have my fidelity
I believe that I will make it
I don’t care about the celerity
Because when my sun… sets
I know my goals are there to bury me. 


Details | Free verse | |

Wedding Night Bliss

With a sleepy smile she whispered
“I said I do today”
Spoken words with heart and mind
Lust and desire made clear
“Boy, how you grind my gears
and still arouse such wantom awakening
to parts of my body previously only stirred…”
My mind turns to the number of times
we have all but made love with our clothes on
Innocently touching, holding, wanting
Preserving something so very special
ready for the day that I can take you
Knowing you are my bride, belong to me,
are part of me, for now we are one
Together every breath, movement, thought
melds together in heated entangled embrace
My hands search for the warmth of your touch
the silky softness of your satin smooth skin
Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor
as I slowly admire your naked womanly form
for first time 
watching waiting wondering
yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile
I scoop you into my arms,
lie you on our bed
Slowly we make our way into Paradise,
lost to ourselves
Found in our desires for one another
Destination – satisfaction
We arrive as husband and wife


Details | Senryu | |

Holiday Frolics

Holiday Frolics
Shoppers walk to tunes;
Mall’s cacophony rings loud,
Santa listens well.


Details | Free verse | |

A Day in My Life

Waking to the call to prayer near a Turkish mosque 
Blowing “bonjour” to passersby in chic, classy France 
Nibbling cheese on a snow-capped mountaintop in Switzerland 
Printing footsteps across the linen snow in Siberia 

Singing with the birds on the Mongolian grasslands 
Gathering simple smiles along a street in Indonesia 
Strutting past all the windows down Fifth Avenue 
Dancing with the pouring rain in the Amazon 

Inhaling the love swirling in the Darling Harbour breeze 
Planting kisses on the sparkling gems of Angola 
Tasting the spice-laced air in a crowded market of Morocco 
Leading a weary camel through the desert of Arabia 

Then near the end of the day I 
Wade across the Red Sea to catch 
The sunset on the golden Egyptian sand and 
Lay back to count the stars 
With my head against a date palm tree 
Somewhere in the silent darkness of Afghanistan.


Details | Nonet | |

Beyond me

D. Guzzi CT USA lost off 
Fiji lifeboat beached atoll sharks
Spared rescued by islanders
Contact son San Fran CA
Love, takes ashes home
Beautiful trip
Live long and 
Prosper
Ma.


Details | Lyric | |

Understanding Of The End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem
Im not sure that i really understand
What do you want from me, Is it me?
What do i do, Do I need to take your hand?
Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?,
Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end
Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand.
What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you?
Are they prophecy, are they the glue
to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Granny Tipping

My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll would fall asleep, as my son claimed his dessert, so devout.

But wearing out a Troll, is not such an easy thing, so many a night, a Troll got his.
What a shame! But as a resourceful college man, at devising plans he was a whiz.
He offered them a Fun Filled Tip, yes, a way to get others, to do their daily chores.
The cost to each individual Troll, was their sweet dessert, that night, nothing more.

He was doing great, as he ran thru many a Troll, but then our suspicions did unfold.
You see, this bred unrest, as a number of fights started, amongst our beloved Trolls.
Scheming isn’t sharing, so Grandpa Troll had a TALK, life changing, or so it’s told.
But Boys are boys, and desserts were to be had, so he made a new plan, quite bold.

You might say he invented Granny Tipping, yes, now it was MY dessert, on the line.
Now this would be quite simple, for at my age, I can easily, become tiredly inclined.
But the one thing he’d forgot: is how crafty age had made this old one, in her efforts. 
As dinner wound down, I cued Grandpa Troll, to help deliver, those delicious desserts.

I told my son, that they were made to be his favorite, simply in honor, of his behalf.
Then I pretended to fall asleep, and he quickly took my dessert, with a joyous laugh.
Then suddenly his eyes grew big! And I awoke, looking him quite clearly, in the eye.
I lied that, I added laxatives and terrible cod liver oil, to my dessert nightly, yes, so sly. 

Making them easier to swallow, but if he wanted more dessert, he only had to ASK.
He quickly sped away, to wash that terrible taste, out of his mouth, a daunting task!
And we all had our chance to laugh at him… as the joke was finally on him, at last.
I call this, Bad Behavior Tipping, and from that day to this, he asks for more, at last!

The game seemed to lose its luster that day, yes, manners did a BIG, comeback.
The moral is to politely ask… Playing clever little games… is NEVER for the best!


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Abandoned Theme Park

When we first met here, it didn’t have such a dead feeling like it does now. This place used to have a soul, it used to be alive. Now it stands alone like a nameless grave. Forgotten and empty. Isn’t it funny? A place that once made me so happy, now feels like I’m walking into an angry cellmate’s prison cell, waiting to get shanked in the heart repeatedly. I walk past what used to be our favorite wooden roller coaster which is now rundown and rusty. It’s in shambles; parts of it are not even intact. The broken half of the wooden roller coaster looks as if it’s trying to reach out to the other piece that has fallen apart to become connected and complete again, but the overgrown vines keep them apart. I finally stop walking to look up to admire what has become of this thing that now reminds me of a torture device from a scene from the movie Saw. Just as I thought, looks worse than it did before and each day it begins to look more and more like an old woman who needs help standing up.  As I stand here my mind begins to play tricks on me. My focus is now shifted from the wooden roller coaster to ground level of the vacant theme park.  From a distance I see him and I laughing together, looking at each other as if that was exactly where we wanted to be and nowhere else. Then my mind starts to flicker the scene on and off like a light bulb, kind of teasing me saying “now you see it, now you don’t.” When my mind does this, I know what’s going to happen next. This scene that I’m watching from afar will soon be put into my imaginary basement of haunting memories for me to save for another dreary walk in our now least favorite theme park.


Details | Blank verse | |

Give To Receive

The cost be a benefit to charity I speak of
A bid for mercy a reward from He thee Almighty One
All who have fallen give in faith, so that they receive
Unseen is this present, only in spirit they understand
Selfish desires lost through forgiveness He has answered
Foolish to many the choice that was made obviously right
Turning of a page frees the once monetized slave
His life was the price but still there be strife humbling to most
A ghost now made Holy given to them headed down
This frown now turned to a smile that last for an eternity 


Details | Free verse | |

Crops

Crops are grown
I am among them
Playing hide and seek
Scarecrow's scare is scarce
As I run along the branches
Shouting with joy

I feel the wind and the rain
Cold at times yet comforting
Shielded by the crops not knowing
What's out there in the horizon

Crippling the crops, I can't run fast
Blinding they are, I yearn for the open space
Then the ocean and the horizon comes
I see everything but nothing to see

I am going back to the crops
That is my home
But I am scared of the Scarecrow
Because crops can not shield me


Details | Free verse | |

Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


Details | Free verse | |

When all of nature weeps

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign

Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs

All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish

What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced

Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather


Details | Dodoitsu | |

One Is An Lonely Number

<                                      one is an lonely number
                                        but the night is still yet young
                                        so I will pray to moon's God
                                        to send me an prince

                                       an knight and shining armor
                                       to protect his ones princess
                                       against the darkness evil
                                       beneath stars blanket

                                       as the midnight embers burn
                                       in our loves conjoinment dance
                                       the autumn's wind blows and howls
                                       I awake from dream


Entry For Tracie's 
Dodoitsu's Contest 
Gl All
                                       


Details | Sonnet | |

One Soul

Stones crash and shatter
Architecture annihilated 
Atrophy lie their empire
Fated souls separated

Nomadic in pursuit
Forlorn hearts in quest
Amour of absolute
A lifetime possessed

Dimensions of eternity
They cry into space
Dreaming of a fantasy
Fading memory of an embrace

A fated meeting binds them whole
Two halves, of one soul


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Terzanelle | |

A Flame Once Burned

The  flame that  once burned in that mortal shell
through life and love  that sparked many  emotions
  It was now  gone forever, its fire quelled

 It had burned  through many storms upon life's ocean
In tears and laughter,  it  would   continue to burn
Through life and love that sparked many  emotions

 When the flame dimmed and flickered, it  caused  some  concern
 would  it   blaze  back and  resume its dance?
In tears and laughter it  would continue  to burn

Time had stolen  much  of its radiance
 The time of its end  had finally  come
 would  it   blaze  back and resume its dance?

 But this once great flame  did finally succumb
 had flickered  awhile  before going out 
 The time of its end had finally  come

Of its end there was no doubt
The flame that once burned in that mortal shell
had flickered awhile  before going out
It was now  gone forever,  its fire quelled






 


Details | Rhyme | |

On that dark alley

On that dark alley, the wind whispered Listen, it said, I am the bringer of news Goosebumps on my arms, I stood and heard This creepy voice and looked for signs of cues None came except this cold voice, so angered! That dark night, I shook with fright Yet obedient, I gave the wind my audience I am sick, it said, sick of this birthright You humans, have taken to abhorrence Look at the plight of this providence! Pollution, everywhere and anywhere Nowhere, can I flow as free as air Nor can I breathe purity Nor can I sense chastity What has happened to humanity? As the wind lamented, my fright disappeared It shook and pity overwhelmed my heart But the wind talked once more, as I feared I shall bring forth destruction and down shall be those smart Those who think the world is made up of their sole part! Be prepared, it continued, be prepared for the havoc The world should be cleaned in each block I shall do so via a shock The time shall come with the clock Be prepared for the rejuvenation! On that dark alley, my blood turned cold And my heart for my likes become hard Even if with love and care it is mould I pray for the coming of the Bard The one to cure the world of this negativity!
Placed 3rd in the contest.... :)


Details | Tanka | |

Blood Calls in Autumn

the bloom of death glows
crimson colorings mimic…
rise on angel wings
exhilaration’s free flow
new beginnings lofting high

brilliant dancers
tweak the nose of fickle fate…
candied lawn of morn
nonpareil the brown earth
apple crisp the skittish wind

rainbow of phoenix 
rebirth the celestial… 
crumbled sweetness melt heart’s fire
fear not beyond the beyond
hear Gabriel’s horn





Details | Lyric | |

Path of Life

You always wished you could do things right maybe you still do you always wished you would never stray upon the path of life You always tried to do things perfect but the secret, there is none that you can never go wrong upon the path of life Each step you take every move you make builds you closer to the end But then again there is none, There is no end upon the path of life
Oct. 15, 2009


Details | Ballad | |

whacked

The tree of life feels the woodsmans axe, and thinks such is life when the timber cracks, and consciousness is free, departing from this tree, not dead the spirit see, the tree of life is whacked, let the buggers be! re: " Hammer In Hand" Debbie Duncan by Don


Details | Limerick | |

Pay Up

<                    hes my banker and my heads horseman
                      calling bounty on anothers land
                      hark the herald angels
                      I think this game is swell
                      now thimble owes me sixty five grand







Written by Katherine Stella

Entry For Judy Konos's
Monopoly The Game Of Life Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Fancy That

Have you ever woke up one morning, and wondered what ever have you done?
Well that is exactly what happened to the troll this story is based upon.

One night he went out a partying with some dear old friends he knew.
Hanging out with best friends, listening to music, is what he meant to do.
But somewhere alone the way, with a lot excess in all he drank…
It seems he sallied forth to meet a female, as he now felt very swank.

Now trolls, really aren’t very pretty, in almost any way at all…
But he was feeling great as the beers added up, leading to his fall.
With time he spied the greatest beauty, in which he had ever seen.
Immediately, he waxed poetic toward her, as he began to preen.

Unfortunately what he thought so great: was actually as annoying as can be.
And that great beauty was a witch with a nose wart, plain for all to see…
And she thought he was making fun of her, as the night began to unfold…
She decided to give him a present, something everyone else could behold.

So she turned his ugly, listless, hair into a curling pile of blue ribbons, oh so fair.
Surprisingly, he loved it and told her quite sincerely and with much great flair…
The next day she came around to check what despair she’d wonderfully wrought…
But again he was happy, with every thing she told him she, to him, had brought.

Apparently, he might be ugly, but his sense of humor was really great.
They soon married as that humorous spark, made them happy with their fate.
Have you ever woke up one morning, and wondered what ever have you done?
I hope it made you as happy as The Troll With The Blue Ribbon Hair has become.


Details | Pantoum | |

Gobble Gobble

<                                           cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             waiting looking  for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             dim lit streets she turns her head for another
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             liars cheaters she don't care
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             dim lit streets she  turns her head for another
                                             cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             


Details | Ballad | |

Corpse Bride

The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear
Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne
I've wroot my song of skreighs
He tore the lyf out of me
In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me
Wistful - I am no bride to be
Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs

I cede to thee, deathly colleen 
Though remains - façades of humanity 
Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams
Casted by the lote of she
Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er!
Caught with twain
W'ie or swain

Angel dearest so fair - love does not share
Seemed a crux, when eath is lone
I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me
Or was this not meant to be
Eros's deceit 
So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be


Details | Light Poetry | |

' My Shield, My Sentinel ... '

My Shield, My Sentinel
Savior Of My Soul
Guards My Path Well
… and My Footholds …

My Shield, My Sentinel
Lifting Up My Light
Even If I Fell
He Keeps Me In Sight

No Chicanery, No Treachery
Can Succeed In Stopping Me
Nor Can Lasting-Harm Me
Nor Forever Hunt Me

My Mortal-Soul’s Safety
Held In His Hands, Safely
Protector Of My Eternity
My Sentinel, My Shield Is Mighty

My Shield, My Sentinel
 Sentry Against Spells
Warrior Against Hell
My Guardian Angel

Pushing Far Apart
The Shadowed Veils
Floating Towards My Heart
Like Shipwreck Sails …

… and as Wind and Water Wail
And Rings A Warning Bell
And Thunder Truth-To-Tell
I Saw The Shield … Of My Sentinel


Details | Lyric | |

Painful Blessings

God's child and only his.
He's been teaching me lessons since..
before my teenage years. 
I learn things quickly, a genius...maybe.
He has yet to expose his gift to me.
He has yet to begin revealing my destiny.
So I wait...wait for my world to shake.
Wait for my heart to ache. 
With every storm comes sunshine. 
An inner glow given from the divine. 
A new found sense of control. 
Thank you for allowing me to learn lessons.
That's why I call them painful blessings.


Details | Free verse | |

Phoenix immortal

Mass of red and gold plumage
blood of supreme incessant immortality flows within
Only I alone can reign stronger
a fortiori
than the army of any man or beast
Symbolic of Christ, ressurection, afterlife
In death redeemed
consumed by fire
only to be born again of ashes
I will rise up again!

Injured from mortals wars 
I simply ameliorate and regenerate
I am fire and divinty
Continually watching the irresolute
ever changing, dynamic world around me
In despair I scrutinize and contemplate 
as all things moral 
are taken from me periodically and adinfinitum
lost ever and again

Armys of mortals have chased my blood for an age
in want of my immortality
Whilst they wrangle with continual want
and I would content for less
I have met no immortal contender
my glorification to you either unobtainable 
or a terrible curse
As a deity I serve this planet in all my supremacy
for I will foresee you all




Authors note

This piece was originally written as a two part collaborative effort with poet Kathleen C. 
Mannon, otherwise known by pen name kkatie55 . The prompt we were given to write to for 
contest was Mortal vs. Immortal in September of 2007, a month after I first started writing I 
believe. To begin with we both took our ideas and wrote individually then bringing our ideas 
together and changing slightly to fit from there… I tried to write so this would stand alone 
too, and have only just decided to bring it out to share for opinion. To see the write with the 
omitted verses written by the other poet, please feel free to go view at this link where each 
poet has initialled over their respective stanzas/verses. 
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3404940
Thankyou for your trouble in reading this explanation, but I do not wish to discredit its 
original intention nor take anything away from the other poet by placing this half here. I 
hope you shall be excited about reading it in full…


Details | Senryu | |

' King David's 23rd Psalm ... ' (Classical - Tribute) 61st Senryu

‘ King David’s 23rd Psalm … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  61st  Senryu



The Brave Should Know Song:
King David’s ‘ 23rd Psalms ’
Makes Warriors Stay Strong


Details | Tetractys | |

A White Canvas Awaits

Poet ~ Rick Parise _______________ Woes falling mirth within peaceful drowning a place I search for time and time again If only to pry each word from my mind a poetic masterpiece in grace shine ________________ Contest ~ "Where Your Poetry Comes From"


Details | Rhyme royal | |

RAVEN'S RETURN

                                            RAVEN RETURNS



                                  Raven wraps me  in sleek black

                                  Swoops me skyborne on power's wings

                                  Glides through winter cloud-made tracks

                                  Head a-cock while snow-moon  sings--

                                  Taunts the choppy arctic sea

                                  Wing sweep breaks through weeping mist 

                                  Greets the dawn through barren trees--

                                  Fog still hides shapeshifter's kiss.


Victoria Anderson-Throop  2013


Details | Couplet | |

bucket list of wants

Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don’t want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Serenity Path

A woodland path in the dappled sun hushed and quiet,
Delivers the spirit to a place so sublime and sweet,
Drives the soul to eagerly await an angelic meet,
Allowing for moment in time, preciously private,
Upon the woodland path there is a special climate.
As you watch and adore all the animals you meet.
You know in your heart you’ll remember this retreat.
Especially since your movements are on auto pilot.

A woodland path excursion has made smiles appear.
Your soul is at peace now with nature’s serenity.
Thinking has been freed, clouded webs are now clear.
At the end of the woodland path, lies a new amenity.
Though if heartaches should return, a path is near.
Just follow your memories to woodland paths heredity.


written by
Cecil Hickman ©  ®


written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name A Woodland Path ~ 


written 6/12/2011


Details | Free verse | |

First star to your empty Night

I want a love that
fills my veins like
liquid fireworks
sweet like sugar and 
cinnamon
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a 
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme

I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
street drummer

I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...

I want a love
that encompasses
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
leaving me
rejuvenated and refreshed

A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight

I speak these words into the 
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious 
mystical journey unknown


Details | Free verse | |

We Are All In This Together

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
Remember,
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!
Amen!


Details | Rhyme | |

Drenched in Silence

Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help

Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...

I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere 
sensing a load of terrorized fear

Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past

This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness

Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter 

For now,  I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber 
Until God, My  Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens 

                                                                                         
                            

	


Details | Ballad | |

I know You Cape Breton

Hey, how are you

	Have you heard this one?
	Where there’s a midnight sun

		Listen to me now,
		Listen up young one
		One day I left someone

	Where did you say
	you were going?
	She looked so sad
	with her tears showing

		showing her a map of you,
		around the world to you,
		flying so fast at you,
		I left my Papua New Guinea,
		my home sweet home for you.

			So... like déjàvu, 
			You look so...
			Do I know you?
			No, don't say no...
			I know you!
			you were in my dreams

	You know that moment, 
	when you see her, 
	smile,
	the light,
	that shines, 
	that lifts you high 
	into outer space so high

oh how I longed for you,
Just you and me,
your seasons, my wonder..
I wonder when thunders,
remind my mind, 
my sleeping child,
suddenly awake,
But Nova's away..

	They say people say,
	you'd miss home, 
	you'll miss POM..
	you said no,
	No, No, No
	you'll be home
	From winter to Autumn
	Just you and I
	you'll be fine

		So when the leaves fall,
		Or when snow falls,
		Remember me,
		Remember us,
		Our time, may be dying,
		Maybe someday I'll find,
		My child no child,
		and the sun so fine,
		I'll be home bound,
			To my Ocean playground..



					
			



Details | Epic | |

The Settlement of the Four Ligures

The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God
Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe
The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere
And pathways revealed their footholds 

The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history
So that one day the future settlement of the second 
Would be moved by the last—by the past
Suffering much it stayed
Manifesting in incandescent words
Thrusting evanescence upon the weak
Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest
Would move the unmovable

The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians
Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray
They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone  
The very reflection of their creator was evident
Upon their unremitting glimmers
Unafraid to stare the others down
Motivated and construed by the glower of death
Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast

The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs 
The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable
For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy
They never were part of the battle—they merely watched
Always seeing truth
But they never quite absorbed
Like a rock hitting the water
The inevitable fate was to fly and sink

The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself
Even the very heart of the devil is marked
Though rebellion embarked  
The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom
He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him
He merely despised it
But wished not to lose it
For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound

In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone 
And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe
The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate 
And only He can re-move these ligures

-July 20, 2013-
-For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest-
-Thanks for the inspiration-


Details | Epic | |

Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.


Details | Romanticism | |

Together Again

A girl whom he'd forgotten
At his door, showed up the other day
The one he'd always wanted
Just knew not what to say

The boy she longed to hold
She caught his eyes once again
Of her love, to him, she never told
But this time, all her love, she will send

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again

She greets him with a smile
A sparkle in her eyes
For his love, she'd run for miles
To try this thing called love, just one time

Gazing at her beauty, he feels her in heart
Remembering those nights, with her, in his dreams
And how he felt at this whole love's start
Where they'd be one forever, to him, oh how it seemed

Well this girl's name was Katie, and his Steve
And oh how tears were shed, by them both, when they were forced to leave
But in the past that was, so now he holds her hand
Two angels together, forever they'll stand

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again

An old couple now, a lifetime of love
They've conquered all, risen together, above
Together, all the years, oh how they've spent
And to each other, all their love they have sent

Feeling each others hearts beating every morning
Through all the decades, all the happy years
Steve's heart though, one of these days, stopped without warning
And Katie's wrinkled face, moistened with tears

How could Katie live now, without her beloved by her side
Knowing that beside her, his heart slowly died?
She dreams every night now, just as he did before, of heaven
Where they'll be Together Again

Once in a lifetime, and not one time more
Fate takes hold, luck is lent
From out of the blue, a miracle occurs
Hearts reunite, Together Again


Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | I do not know? | |

When I hold your hand

When I hold your hand
I know its true
your love for me
has truly grew
from a hill to a 
mountain
your the only one
I can count on
to be there when times
are lonely
in all your sweet
kisses and hugs, you
have shown me
your love is my treasure
and we can stand strong
through any weather
as turtle doves,
we fly together forever
when I hold your hand


Details | Lyric | |

UNFOLD

The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross


Details | Limerick | |

Trader Joe

<                           once there was a man named trader Joe
                             could do nothing with hair so let grow
                             under big coonskin hat
                             fleas tick and his pet rat
                             mercantile's just say Oh Hell No


                            once there was saloon name lucky spur
                            where traders brought in their hunted furs
                            in walks old trader Joe
                            miss Molly said let's go
                            now both itch scratch from leftover burrs


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Ballad | |

NotBroken

introduction: We have two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet but one soul.
We came to this world for many purposes, for many tests. And among all the tests, we are
here to find our perfect companion to make our lives actually complete and start a new
expedition. Two tracks merged into one that can never be separated. And to make the ground
not get cracked, we need to be that strong enough…no matter how many earthquake drives by.



When the glowing sun will shine,
I’ll start my quest to seek my fate
The moment when you will be mine,
You will know why you’re so great

Now, I’ve tried so hard to make you realize
You really don’t have to be afraid,
Of all the things you feel alive
Your soul is as elegant as a pure jade

When time comes we all have to go,
Because life never stays all frozen
And when the night falls upon your door,
I need you to be Notbroken.

When I’m gone, you be strong
I need you to wipe your tears and believe,
No matter how far away, I’m always here with you
As you’re my truth, my fate, my everything... 


Details | Quatrain | |

Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."


Details | Haiku | |

Mountain Climbing

I’m climbing  
Above the canyon…the sun
Hits  		the 		rocks

I ascend
As 	I 	take 	risk 	after 	risk
UP I GO!

I’m climbing
I 	rely 	on 	my 	own 	strength
I’m doing FINE!

I descend
While	 I 	urgently 	hold 	on
For dear life…


Details | Free verse | |

Winds Of Change

So the leaves are falling now, and in color, are turning
While young hearts, from summer, still burning
Running through life, love's wings, oh how they're earning
They are growing, and life's lessons, they're learning

And so now a new day is dawning
Where things won't be the same
For in my heart, passion's spawning
Here come the Winds of Change...

Now something new awaits us
Just across the summer horizon
Taking over now, just fate's lust
Oh how the Winds are Changin'...

Loving more and more each and every day
Where hearts are running free, and never slowing
Will this feeling, just for awhile stay?
The Winds of Change are blowing...

Now the Winds of Change are storming
From across the sparkling western sea
New outlooks on life and love, they're forming
In a couple years, where will love be?

But what is it now that I'm feeling?
It's something pretty strange
My world is shaking now, and reeling
Thanks to the Winds of Change


Details | Kimo | |

The Moment Of Truth: Burning Or Refining

As exemplary as a High Priest and consecrated as a Temple's Inner Chamber. Respected amongst his colleagues, reverenced by His subordinates, distinguished, honorable and set apart. Then came the moment of Truth like the refining fire which may burn or may purify. A Golden Opportunity never to be seen again, but a situation to break or to make him. This is Crude Diamond Ore from a glance already anticipating to do it at once creating an allabi with occurrence in France and covering all traces in utmost Brilliance Not minding his activated self-repugnance certainly it will give birth to wealth and public acceptance. If Life gave him more options, he'd freelance. But with this one opportunity, he'd like to dance. Having no qualms; even if he disappoints his fans. He isn't to be blamed if Life is not a balance and success among all has no concomittance. This is the start to his enjoyment galore but can be forever hunted by the Law. The heaped pressure pressing more and more, but what the Hell! It's just one flaw. With a blessing so raw, attached with bountiful Harvest he never saw. Thinking of his glory and celebration and already holding his blessing like a woman in lactation yet a part of him suppresses his whole in castigation making him feel so useless like a man facing castration forcefully taking his freedom and peace in extortion Just about to make the decisive move, he resisted the push and forgot about the groove having in mind, something to prove he signed the blank cheque without adding another "0"


Details | Lyric | |

me, myself and no one else

i think you should know 
that i've been me 
for a long while now 

and i think you should know 
that i'll be me again 
here today, oh so down

yea i've been down for while now

but i think you should know 
that i'm trying a little harder 
to not be me in such a way 
it offends you, yea

i wonder if i could wake up and not worry about a thing
take your responsibilities and do away with structure
time and all, i envy the luxury

i kind of like to think
i'd like to be a record player
static and bristles is all i'd have to worry about 
to got out and play

and i could be compact or i could be a thumb tact
and i could make you smiling happy or i could make you hurt, yea
but then i would just be the same 
and that's just what i want to change

i just want to change
and be someone somewhere new 
if i could change you
i'd only ask you to help me change my
tired thoughts

i think you should know 
that i've been me 
for a long while now 

and i think you should know 
that i'll be me again 
here today, oh so down

yea i've been down for while now

"would you if you could"


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Short Ladder Takes You No Where

The bitter taste of efforts and the hot coal of inputs are needed to sit on the throne of success even the short cuts end up more expensive and stressful and a short ladder is no where near the roof. Climbing such, needs less fire the lyrics of hard work, they may rhyme the steps of victory, they may mime but sooner or later, their methods will suck like the lice bringing down the gatherings, no matter the size. Learn from the masters, they are the enzyme follow the right path and make a dime let discipline be your instructor and see it rise embrace the phase and its taste, which is similar to lime cos when its over, a new will present itself nice, fresh and full of rewards. Making good use of the time is an attribute of the wise doing otherwise is a crime, not nice and the bargain is inevitable- paying the price. Choose correctly the ladder and be strong enough to climb, reach the top and make it all yours.


Details | Free verse | |

Night Riser

Lunette, i was named at birth and it perfectly suited me
cuz i was always up at night, observing it with scrutiny
i had a little secret, only Abhi knew and trusted me
he was my best friend ever, he believed in my destiny

i loved the moon and had a song
the song gave me answers in my heart
i didn't know how i knew that song
but it helped me seperate the right and wrong

The project i had in college was huge
Yen was arranging for Mr. Fiddle, but he refused
Mr. Fiddle was an astronaut, famous and renowned
But asking for his help, only left him frowned

"Lune, do you know him?" Yen asked me one day
"Why?" I asked confused, "He likes you!" Yen was about to say
"I don't know him!" i said to Yen, the joker
All he would do is fool around and play poker

"Fiddle said he'd meet us, only if you come along"
Was Yen telling the truth? Only one way to find right from wrong
at night i sung my song, asking moon for its help
i called Fiddle on his number, i knew that voice from somewhere

We set ready to meet him, Abhi, Yen, Marsella and me
Marsella and I were bff's once, but now I ignored her completely
After formal meetings at Fiddle's house, the others left me with him
all i wanted now is truth and only truth from him

"You're not a human Lune, Night Riser's, we are
I am your grandpa Lune, i've searched for you, wide and far"
He was kidding, i thought, i was not an alien
But then he sung my moon song, how did he know about it?

he started his story and involuntarily i sat still
i wanted to know the truth, no matter what will
"Pikshtra invaded our planet, Prisma" grandpa started to tell
"a bad person he was, he used explosives there"

"he bought me and my wife on earth for some research
a top secret thing it was, but for us, scientific torture
electric shocks and huge machines, made us unhealthy
in return all it did to him was make him wealthy"

"We tried to escape and managed at once
for a few years we got rid of him
We had a son, who was married by then
and two beautiful granddaughters was our gift"

"Pikshtra found us, on the birth day of my granddaughters
we ran in different direction, getting seperated
i lost my wife and others as well
But found both my grand daughters..."

"Where is my sister then?" i asked
"You know her" Fiddle said
"Marsella it is" he added along
it was too much to digest, i wanted to sing my song...

**for the entire story visit:
http://fictionworldbyap.blogspot.in/2012/07/night-riser.html





Details | Than-Bauk | |

My Inner BOSS

Take my hand and walk with me, 
ill show you side of a world that you never seen. 
Ill show you where its ends meat and where gangsters meet,
this is where all the goons come out to play and steal the street. 

No one goes into my hood,
we done really care for you angry mood.
Music will blare everywhere around out street,
it's always dark and you cant see anything but peoples feet.

Your eyes open up so wide and a smile appears on your face,
you tell me you love this part of my village, and your heart stands no chance.
You ask me if you can stay with me and i answer, "ill need some more protection for you,
and make it seem like i had nothing to do.

It is my hood, don't get me wrong, i protect what i love with all my heart,
even if it means to kill one of my own demons for you, and put you as the start.
You walk me out to the streets where every one is dancing to the blaring music, to give me another chance,
we walk out onto the floor and begin to move your body in a way i never seen before, than you lean to me and ask, "would you like to dance"?



Dedicated to: Esther Baleva! 
PS: My one and only Angel. I Love Her!


Details | Lyric | |

all these things that nobody wants

staring at the night sky
as i lie awake
They don't know 
what i've been through

All these things 
that i must do
They don't know 
what i've been through

over my head 
in wanted guilt
the streets 
give away my filth
still living off the charity 
of an opened hand

I really thought you knew
I sat there and told you 
the sky's were blue
Whispered unto you 
what you undrew

if innocence were to perish
and in this form of life 
I became a bit too weary
like coffee I'm available 
only when I'm unwarm 
I still miss you dearly

staring at the night sky
as i lie awake
they don't know 
what i've been through

All these things 
That i must do
They don't know 
what i been through

"if life were a vending machine i'd check out with a card"


Details | Senryu | |

The Steak Out!

Track prints in the snow
Venison treats on their minds
Deer watching hunters


Details | Monorhyme | |

As I Lay At The Streets...

I closed my eyes and slipped into the world.
Where the valley was green and the sun rays gold.
As I walked the grass my feet felt cold;
My heart felt a warmth unseen, untold.

I walked to the stream and wondered why,
The real world was uglier, as i watched the birds fly.
Why a murderer would kill, why a lover betray?
Why a soldier joined battles, but his family would stay?

Why a man could discriminate black and white?
Why the world could never overcome the selfish-tide?
Why could I find pleasure in only my dream place?
Why contentment touched, only the ocean's surface?

I turned exhausted and began to gasp for air,
I could feel the darkness come, which was never there.
I knew from within that this world would be gone;
When I am back awake, my clothes will still be torn...


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


Details | Epic | |

The Pirate and the Princess

Alas morning has come, 
the treacherous storm has passed
Anticipation heightens my senses as the wind swirls past, 
The essence of musk engulfs me;
Replacing the aroma of sea salt that once filled the misty air
I am assured that my beloved pirate is homeward bound

Perched upon my lighted tower
I gaze out across the horizon, waiting, hoping 
For that first glimpse of the storm tattered sails 
That adorn the vessel that had denied me that which makes me whole

Although the competition that vies for the heart of the Pirate may be grandiose,
There can be only one victor!

I cachinnate at your feeble attempt
To match wits with my poetic prose
Step aside Oh witch of the sea
And wipe the gull crap from your nose

Tis my beauty and grace that will prevail
I am the picture in his mind
You are just a barnacle
Hideous and unrefined

I pity you and your reckless dreams
Of captivating the Pirates heart
For no wretched wench of the sea
Could ever keep us apart

A Pirate does not long for
Raunchy harlots dressed in rags
Courtesans with damaged goods
Or withered old sea hags

Nor is it a rotund woman 
Paunchy and robust
That titillates his senses 
Filling his loin with lust

It is I dressed in fine linen
Pink orchids in my hair
The scent of passion I emanate
Will be more than he can bear

So step aside young peasant girls
Watch and whimper in despair
As he chooses the lovely Princess
Both voluptuous and fair

Your songs are inchoate and crude
Like the Sirens fatal call
I sing my celestial serenade
Your harm it will forestall

(Song of the Princess)

For I am your ardent Mariner
Manning the beacon that lights your way
Pacing the gallery day and night
From my post I will not stray

Time has yet to diminish
The taste you left behind
That gentle kiss that bid farewell
Remains within my mind

The vacuity induced by your absence
Has been replaced with a burning desire
To settle myself upon your manly hood
And extinguish the sensual fire 

I touch my fingers to my lips
Then place them at my heart
A tear descends down my cheek
Creating the waters that keep us apart

In desperation I call to Poseidon
Great God of the sea
Hear my prayers, feel my pain
Bring my pirate back to me 

Please hurry home sweet Captain 
Oh pirate of the sea
Hurry home to the one you love
Well all know that ‘s me!

To all the strumpets that compete
It's time that we retrench
Save your hearts and walk away
He’ll chose the Princess not the wench


Details | Sonnet | |

from slopes to brines


She waited on the skyline, bloom and thorn
accordment of their oaths and thoughts at night
annealed recited entity - vows sworn
- the brave ascended to the Halls of light.

War-bullet traveled through the frozen air
companion loved - his stare embraced the ferns
- the laurel and the sage ascribed his fair
the stalwart chose the path of moon and ernes.

Dim lantern's flame her thought - on peaks beseech
ornate the winds surpass the granite plate
denounced the corteges and oaths to breach,
her highness steps, adorned demise, third fate.

And in the mists when winds bemoan in pines
their solemn words will fly from slopes to brines.

© G.V. 06-05-2013


Details | Rhyme | |

adjust

something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust


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 | Epic | |

Ocean Sky book in progress

Flying airships battling in the open sky,
 the sailors trying to save their own lives, 
and all the panoplies of war revealed in broad daylight
 unto the human psyche.

The cosmos composed wholly of oceans with no dry soil in sight
 contains many micro planetary islands that glide
 in the sky's atmosphere where men created their different ways of life. 
Herdsmen hunted on the island's green fields and forests.
Soldiers worked in their iron workshops.Crystalline lakes displayed nature's beauty. Many a gorgeous a creature of nature they captured in their nets.

Stratigos,a hunter, also loved to fish in the clear streams abundant with eels. His dear friends followed him throughout the biome, witnessing many wonderful sights
such as tigers,trees,eagles and pollinating bees, the lioness giving suckle to her young,and many a mythical creature that defies explanation."
Raised he was in a quaint village,in whose verdant plains he played with all his pals.His female friends gathered many rainbow-colored flowers by whose sight and smell were made ecstatic.

Upon a certain day,a flying chimera snatched his friend Mike with its aquiline talons that tear apart its prey.The lion-like chimera with an eagle head concealed him in his cavern hideout,unseen by human eyes.
He analyzed his body and psyche to see what was worthy to eat. In despair Mike's cries for help resounded through the cavern walls.He heard his own echo.

From afar his friends were dashing to his aid through the dense vegetation with thorns drawing upon their blood. Red it was, stained upon their drapery.
They complained not at their pain for their aim was to aid their endangered friend.

Stratigos exclaimed;
With Mike in danger,
surely we must not fail him,
For friendly fidelity
Faces us with the task
of his salvation.

Alina replied
Through the mud and sun that scorches our way
We must pick a path and dash as fast as trotting stallions
for our cause is noble and pure,
so Therefore let us not be wasteful with our pace.

And they arrived upon a green moss covered road that drove Them to a grotto surrounding the creature's cavern.


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 | Bio | |

A New Beginning




      ------

When I think of the time
      Called January 2011
I think about the people
Who had gone to Heaven?
      Just before Me
To greet the Father and the
         Holy Son
       ---------
With full disclosure
    Of the Spirit
With a total dispensation
       From God
      --------
They left this World
They left for a new start
Leaving me behind
In the hands' of the Lord

      ------
Fore the Saviors' Kingdom
Where Restoration was part
Only due to the restoration
Restoration of the Heart....
       ------
In memory they must leave
The life and all of their love
That which was there....
In the Name of GOD
In the hands of loved one's
Many of whom...WHICH
I didn't understand
     ....Why?
      ------
Gone to be with Jesus'
Who is waiting there?
Where we shall all meet
      Some-where
And we all shall be there
And when it is time....
The time for Judgement 
    Hath come'
Then it is time for Judgement
        At the 'Cross Roads'
Where Life first begun..
And let Thy Will be done
In the name of the Father
        And the Son
And the Holy Ghost....
          Amen


                 GF


Details | Rhyme | |

Festive Times

Woke up with the sounds of the neighbor’s dogs barking
Normally it would end after a few times
But Today wasn’t any morning
It was the morning of festive lines
Children running in joy 
Innocent smiles and laughs
As Satisfaction of a pirate chanting ahoy
Spotting shore after enduring miles
Girls are Cheerful and ecstatic
Chasing each other all the way to the attic
No shouting or sneering
Today all the anger and stress was ceasing
The Firework will light the sky 
And Moon and the stars will pry 
They wonder all the sudden alleviation
Upon a race that losses hope, faith and sanity by the slightest temptation
The scene of a perfect entrée
Ballerinas twirling dancing fouetté 

But good times pass and people forget
Sinking in their busy lives 


Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Wisdom of Angels

Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun. Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you’ll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day. Bask in the goodness their presence imposes; just listen for signs, until the day closes. Savor the people, the places and things, and all of God’s creatures, whatever He brings. For unto your path that you walk, you’ll soon see, God’s message unfolding for what you’re to be. If you feel a slight tug, just follow their guide. Your actions of goodness will come from inside. The wisdom of Angels is here in our lives. They’re constantly working to relieve our strife. Soft and furious the candlewick dances. Our lives are filled with second chances. Believe that Angels are caring for you, especially when you’re feeling blue. Whatever your worries, whatever your fright, just meditate lovingly, on the candles dancing light. Then let your eyes wander to God’s beauty outside; and know that your Angels will be your guide. Ask them to stay with you throughout your day, when you are working and even at play. Moments of silence renews our souls! Carry this goodness and watch what unfolds. We all are so busy, but if we take time, we’ll come to the place where we’ll feel sublime. Breathe it, allow it, feel it, dream it, know in your heart and then you will see it. The wisdom of Angels is a present from God. He sends them to you with a wink and a nod. It’s a playful and kind and loving thing, to be touched by an Angel, will make your heart sing! B E L I E V E !!!!! Michelle D. ©4/28/2011


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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


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Twelve Seconds

<                    Once was a bartender named Louie
                      Thought my tales story was quite screwy                                     
                      Asked how many seconds
                      Was in year he reckons
                      Twelve shouted out by cousin dewey







Entry For
Confession To A Bartender


                                  


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Ode to a Fortunetelling, Daily 32

32: Ode to a Fortunetelling
I.
The land was never to rest
The princess locked in a tower
The Tarot card laid on the chest
Her feelings began to sour
The teller made an impression.

The reading made her afraid
Causing her land to shake
No longer an innocent maid
Her future unlocked a black quake
Regretting this fortunetelling session.


II.
With bad news outlined and decked,
The princess’ plans become questions.
Is my future so hopelessly wrecked?
Could all these cards offer suggestions
On how to avoid certain death?

Now the tellers is free from the prison
The girl’s dread grows to an unheard of height
He leaves the poor princess in derision
Lamenting  her bad luck and plight
It is hard to capture her breath.

III.
Are you leaving me with no way fight this?
She calls after him furious and contrite
He replies that no one can avoid the abyss
Her thoughts reel with contempt and spite
How is she supposed to digest this mess?

The foreseer just shrugs his shoulders
Lets the door lock on it own
She tears the armor from its holders
I guess I am battling this one alone
Never again to wear a pink silken dress.


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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.


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We Visitors

Dogs bark
as we are strangers on this block
the night
is not used to intruders like us
the crickets
don't even trust our footsteps

just past eleven
and the windows have eyes
curious
of our unfamiliar presence

and I can't hardly blame them

we don't spell trouble
but the cicadas 
and their fellow creature's trust
has worn thin

a dark cat 
(I'm betting is black)
is tiptoeing this way
he's been sent to take a closer look
the watchman of their darkness
whose intentions are
that we might possibly see him
and feel the need to go away

but the night is a puppy
and we're not going anywhere
it will take a much bigger spook
than a (black?) feline
to scare us away

we've got tiger's blood
and the dogs
cats 
crickets
cicadas 
creatures
and neighbors
all know it
we called their bluff

and it's getting late 
for them
but its damn early 
for us

grab me something cold to drink
it's going to be a long night alright!



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The Paparazzi Quinzaine

<                                   paparazzi candid shots
                                     privacy act ruined ?
                                     big nuisance ?
                                     
                                     


Details | Senryu | |

Challenge Thrown Down

decides to answer
physically challenged dancer 
self pity’s cancer


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Beauty in the Beast

Behind the shadows of one of my dark nights,
I could always hear your damning scream.
So destructive you are and most definitely the principle to my pleasure with this pain.
In the still of one of my Moonlit nights,
Entire shadows went completely insane.
It cursed me until finally I gave in and I came.
Standing behind despairing shadows, they seemed so supreme.
That beast is much too hollow for the depth I declare to redeem.
That beast has such an untimely yet, climatic recognition.
And he is much too wicked for my most harsh extremes.
All at once these moments brought forth my own conviction.
He calls out to me begging me by my God-given Earthly name.

My, my how he opens my constricted eyes in an upright direction.
To the true nature of a man living in a wondrous cloth so plain!
That beast is more than I could've ever dared to imagine him to be.
My Dearest God I do say to my one and only admirable Thee,
I love that Heavenly King, thy Holy One and no more can I add.
His depth I feel even when I am not what I seem.
Yet, I hold a masters key to that beauty in the beast.

Forever and always, you shall reign an Earthly king so enjoy your feast.
Even when the whole wide world thinks that I have gone completely mad,
Yet, I am perfectly holding the only hope even when they are all insane.

To God Almighty and to you earthly kings,
I give to you my right hand delivering priceless love blessed by my name,
Because I was the only one through sickness of my own weakness,
So now their courage shall bleed with every bit of their gambled pain.
I say to you, the beauty in the beast has finally earned his rightful name.
Albeit, I also say to you that victory shall forever rise above his reign.



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The FIsherman

The sun's rays come calling
Foreclosing on winter's frost
The sounds of life awaken
With the return of a season lost

Water lapping upon the shore
Shrouded by a misty fog
Nightcrawlers peeking out
From beneath a dew drenched log

Cloaked by dense green tules
In a boat solely manned
I am the stealthy fisherman
My rod and reel in hand

I can feel you gently biting
Nibbling my tasty treat
You strike with such accuracy
Then wisely you retreat

Hunger over powers caution
Snap! secured upon my hook
Let the scrimmage begin
Penance for the bait you took

Twisting, flopping. fighting
As I draw you to the shore
Your tenacity exudes maturity
You’ve played this game before

A desperate attempt at freedom
From your watery den you bound
Good lord I’ve caught Old Bassy
Your reputation is renowned

Fret not my aquatic friend
Your legacy is safe with me
A quick snip of  my line
I most graciously set you free

Surely I will tell this story
But much to my dismay
They’ll call it a fishermans tale
About the one that got away


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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?


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Plight Or Divined Flight

This is confusion at its best
One's will has been put to the test
This concerns the crossing of line
Events all do play out just fine
Consider this before you whisk
The reward is more than the risk
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
The condition of heart and mind 
They really put us in a bind
Yes, true life is all about change
Though we try not to rearrange
Sometimes we try do what is right
Knowing it is well beyond sight
Whenever you feel the wind blow
Try to understand this and know
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
Baby eagle steps off the cliff
Spread your wings sweet baby for lift
Soar the heavens way up above
Along side his heavenly dove
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken
Remember the climb of trunk slow
For those of you whom in the know
Again the spreading of wings
Sailing upon wind as though sings
No matter how we scream and shout
Lacking faith always carries doubt
Feelings of love never taken
From those who have felt forsaken


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Moonstruck Mystere

Battling the waves
of an ocean that sways
to and fro in ever search
of a place of mirth.

And those who dare
face her moonstruck mystere
Will know the price
it takes to reach paradise.

Their spirit will be aglow
By the life they've come to know
They no longer fear death
for they breathe the heavens' breath.

Life is like an ocean
in constant motion
As we brave her character
We will inherit the earth.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.24.11


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Poetry: For The Words, Are All Around Me

The secret syllables
and words
surround me
in a morning fog
I absorb them through
the places I wonder
ideas I ponder
they flow into my blood
veins
as they spill from my rose
lips
like shameless water
they sweep into me
like the wind behind my bare knees
they whisper into my ears
within the summers breeze
they creep u on me
like a bottle feeling
emerged from being
cloaked deep within
the search for a pen
and paper, feverishly
begins
into the depths of my soul
the intensity
is hard to control
like a wave, the words
tumble over me
overwhelmingly
grainy sands distort
my messages vision
as I struggle to write
how I remembered the piece
would begin
it feels like a rush
of electric
creativity
lightning bolts of
wisdom
jolt through my body
shooting from me
stories of grief, and struggles
things I share to help
others
not to repeat
of loss and love
like a bottled sermon
thrown from above
the words hit me


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THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








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Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!


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One Life Story

All my life is

is a story.

And I get to tell it.

What more grace could one be blessed with?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days when life doesn't suck feel different than days when it does (do do do do-di-do do)... dontcha know?


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'Debbie-Do

Debbie
secluded but immersed in living and giving
proud eldest sister of Janet, Kurt, Miriam, Alex and Aaron
lover of light and all the places where it peeks, a comforter in the dark
full of wonder at the world’s endless possibilities
fearing only pain and painful endings
wishing upon every star for equity and loss of universal greed
living in Monroe, CT named for the fifth US President James Monroe
Guzzi 


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Hero

Double Tanka   


A man of prestige      
a night in shining armor 
with one arm he lifts....
his gallant attire brushed pure-
heart aflutter, she submits....

With pink skies distant 
upon the mighty horse, one....
into the sunset
a beauty and her hero,
together, endless her dreams....


_________
This is a story of how my brother in-law proposed to my sister(upon horseback)she 
was elated. Her hero for life, and also mine for protecting my sis and loving her through eternity. 


_________
Contest





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Just Wait Until I Get Home

<                        once popped cork on bottle of red wine
                          hit brother in eye oh how it did shine
                          seen him go pick up bat
                          boy did I ever scat
                          right to canadian's boarder line

                          feeling like her dansel in-distress
                          along came three county mounties best
                          asked if nipping bottle
                          at fast paces throttle
                          answered yes now did I pass your test


                           tossed in pokie for now twenty days
                           poor ole missy now won't and get laid
                           darn brother wins again
                           wearing smitten hugh grin
                           wait until that welt begins to fade  




Written 6/20/11

Entry For Francine Robert's
Bottle Of Wine
Limericks Only Contest
G.L. All


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


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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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Forever Rider

Bleached bones of a fallen beast, Casting a shadow that points To the east, A cowboy rides out With a noose round his neck, Travelling north on a Perilous trek. The noose is a reminder That his life is not his, Not that he needs it To tell him the truth, He's atoning for sins Committed by him And the noose is just there For some proof. His horse pointing northwards, His spurs jab its flanks, It jumps on a journey It knows not to where, He has been advised If he gets where he must That he must handle all things With great care. Long weeks follow days, He ne'er stops for food, He feels neither hunger, Nor thirst or fatigue, His Horse is the same, Feeling neither hunger or pain, Though they travel on league After league. He stops on the brow Of a mountainous peak, To gain the bearings He felt he had lost. His eyes sweep the plains He travels in vain, Without ever revealing The cost. His life had been shortened For the most part by death, He had suffered For what he had done, His actions alone Had been the sole cause Of the loss of his wife And his son. And so for his torment He had been given a task, That he knew he must Always repeat, There was no respite And no task to be done And his journey would be Never complete. And so he rides on O'er the endless red plain, Destined as ever to Be all alone, And maybe one day His skull will be seen By another as abandoned Bleached bone....


Details | Senryu | |

I Don't Give A Hoot

<                             beneath swollen moon
                               silhouttes conjoinment dance
                               hooting escalates  







Entry For
Sensuous Senryus


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Life's Wild Side

standing midnight watch on the quarter deck
shipyard worker reported cries for help
Officer of the Deck sent me to check
on the portside sounded like a dog’s yelp

I knew of the barges on the portside
from port sponson saw man in the water
I tried pulling him out each time he’d slide
ship yard worker came and brought some order

a boat came to take us back to the pier
my white Dixie hat was pretty muddy
I later found out the man snuck out for beer
one week later my best friend was bloody

saved a life and loss a life in one week
I’m just thankful it wasn’t any streak





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TALE

T he story of two brothers who fought for their country,

A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory,

L ife did give them honour and ranks,

E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets.

A~D


Details | Abecedarian | |

TRIBUTE TO WAG

Always and forever
Beyond what I could ask or think
Compassion that was selfless
Dared to live life on the brink
Every time I'd call out
Friend, you came running to me
Grateful to be needed
Heaven's gift you served humbly 

I never could have imagined
Just in the nick of time
Kindness would take over
Love was on your mind
Mary's condition was terminal
Needs complex, we were in despair
Overwhelmed we're desperate for you 
Poof! You appeared out of thin air

Question me if you really must, but
Resist the urge to doubt
Serendipity had shined on us
Treasure that was furry and shout
Understand the legend is true
Valid in its scope and scale
Wag is real and came to assist
Xerox of hope with a dancing tail

Years from now he'll be caring still
Zenith of peace and my Mary's thrill

*Inspired by Shadow's poem on Wag

Contest: Shadow's "Abecedarian Poem"
Date: 8-31-14


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The Valley of Bones - Chitake Springs

Lives passing by like a mirage
Stick images move through haze
The view is hard on your gaze

Footprints embedded in the ground
Echoes of the a time when life had a sound 
Rolling in on hooves like thunder
Water draws the wildlife, like flies to a corpse in this valley of dry bones.

Chitake Springs, land of valleys, ridges, ravens, and dust.
Baobabs, sunsets, and elephant bulls in must.
Feelings come in with rain and are blown away with the wind. 

Water draws life to its brim.
Life without it is pretty grim.
The river creates curved contours in the land 
Painted in browns, yellows, and muddy blues in the sand.
Its colors melt together, soothing, and brewing.

Windy days and water bubbling
deep down in the belly of the earth.
As the heat sets in and the dust clouds grow.
The conflict of the titans comes to blows.

Brought with tension and strife, 
Like distance thunder and rumbles,
tell of animals in strength of numbers.

As buffalo climb clumsily down the cliffs and valleys into the watery grave,
Eyes of predators peer from the bush as their prey 
Strides to the sweet cool relief of the water
Little do they know that they are like sheep heading for the slaughter

As the heads of weary animals go down to drink, 
tough though their determination be to savor every drop.
A presence they can’t escape is luring 
Nerves on edge and fear brewing

The paws of death stalk with lighting precision
Until the animals are in clear vision
With an almighty dash of speed the chase is on
The game of life and death has just begun

Chitake Springs, drama is never far
Spoken of with a breath of excitement and terror
No one is ever quite sure of what to expect
Life is a balance of chance; this is the secret that is well kept


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A New Beginning

Dear self-conscious, read this or not
To inspire your life, this is all I’ve got
You’ve got one life to live, so blow it up, freezing hot
You miss 100 percent when don’t take a shot
Fresh new beginnings, because the end must rot

Dear to my fear, I’m afraid to die
Best quote in life that’s cheap to buy
You’re only a failure if you choose not to try
As you look up, you’ll see the limit is sky
The new beginning is a bird and ye must fly

Dear to self, lets open me ears
Forget the years in life, remember the life in years
Is all that matter because all that’s real
Not taking chances so you can run out of them, panic
Amateurs built the ark, pros built the Titanic 
Horrible endings you appear to be winning
Never thou shalt we lose a new beginning 





Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





Details | Free verse | |

Spy versus spy versus spy

If looks and money are what your about
your not getting very far with me
If you believe we use sattelites in space to watch television
you have to be kidding me

One happy victom
center of attention of the brand new dance
teaching his mentors the set up
and allowing them to practice
unbeknownst to the hardcore satanists
we have been watching them all along
practicing our own genre of miracle play
and plotting to trump the hole in their plot

Now they believe in magic
as the media strings them along
i am soo easy to get to
since i am the blind leading the blind
practicing the perfect act
to get away with the perfect crime
this is the leash around your neck
and suddenly it has become mine

Center stage of a plot
where they carry out the joke of me
never understanding my subtle warnings
never fully knowing
there is a hole in the plan
for the world does not revolve around you
and your twisted desires
we did what was right
and will continue to fight fire with fire
Act 1 scene 1 practice makes perfect
act 1 scene 2 an act of our own
act 1 scene 3 deadlocked and now you know

The life around me, fitting me like a glove
a practiced routine
waiting to be noticed so we can play our trump
Spy versus spy versus spy
and in the middle the blind leading the blind
the story of a century you cant afford not to pay attention to
but miss out on it all the time

We told you it was a group effort
to do your bidding mr. powerful renegade
this choke chain around my neck should remind you something
something we have in common
but you didn't know i was refraining from pulling the chain
it's getting harder to breath this unbreathable air
it's getting more difficult to handle the constant lies and drama
I will be fine
just pull this chain
choke you back
we will switch shoes
and welcome to my cult classic

Spy versus spy versus spy
soo many people playing yet too many oblivious for their own good
i could keep this up for your best interest
but thats not suiting me anymore
so we watch you practice your routine
wait for the hole in your plan
and prove it
we are deadlocked
deadlocked
no way out for all involved
I step to the side
you get whats coming to you
i get to move on


Details | I do not know? | |

The Busy Bees Life

The busy bee carried the nector
From one flower to another
Moved her exhausted wings, struggled like Hector
She fall, but she shall die but not serve the Queen mother

But today was so bizarre
She was the only one working hard
She saw a bee sitting on a flower smoking a cigar
And a servant bee, in a Jaguar car

"What is going on?" she said
Many questions were in her head
When she returned home, all bees were in bed
"Oh, no one is working" she said

Bees were not eating honey but bread
"I am going to tell the Queen" she said
She went to the Queen's room, with a heavy head
"Oh" the Queen was with a servant bee in bed

"What do you want , you idiot bee?"
"Busy bees I can no longer see"
"Are you dump? Today is free"
"A vocation, can't you see?"

The bee woke up with a heavy head
"Oh, what a nightmare" she sadly said


Details | Verse | |

Carnival contest

Wild rides,
Bright costumes allure,
Like Broadway,
In hard times,
Distorted laughter echoes, 
A cheap treat for all.

Gaudy lights,
Masks with painted smiles,
Festivals
In the dark,
A house of many faces,
Screams of sheer delight.

By sabina
written 8/15/11
contest: Carnival


Details | Senryu | |

His Majesty

<                                                symbolic ~ icon
                                     representing .... Red ~ White ~ Blue
                                         the ~ Great    ~       Bald .....  Eagle










Tribute To
The Bald Eagle


Details | Sonnet | |

Summer Love

Strolling along the hot beach
Your hand is there for my reach,
Our feet are covered with sand
As we’re walking hand in hand.

Sitting by the warm fire
Our hearts are filled with desire,
As we are sipping our wine
You send shivers down my spine.

As music plays through the night
There is no one else in sight,
We make steamy summer love
Under the black sky above.

This dream I hope will come true
I’d only share it with you!


Details | Lyric | |

How Do I Love You So

In this wretched and dark place,
it's the only world I can show my face.
Ashamed of my love,
A past full of disgrace.
And yet all I want is to see your face.
But it's something I've longed to
erase.
Why do I love you so? 
These crazy feelings they need to go.
You have my heart racing like i need to show,
my love for you but I just really don't know 
how I love you so.
It's been a long wild trip,
but this I must rip.
And thats you from my heart
Yea that'd be a better start.
But here comes that thing again 
you make me want to sing and then
You see right through me
do you know what you do to me
All these things I've done you see
Fueling my insanity.
Make me want to fall apart,
Spill knowledge from this broken heart.
All I ever wanted was to be set free,
Can you really not see all of what you've done to me?


Details | Free verse | |

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 al