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Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds

THERE HE WAS HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.

My voice=
God, can I hold your hand and go with you?

Gods voice~
My sweet child, it is I who will walk with you now! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across the earth... Your love and devotion is what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You always ran up to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles of tribulations. We could not speak, but it was my light that would not allow you to get weak.

My voice=
Is this that dream of beauty? The one in the book my preacher spoke of. 
Yes! I remember it now it is called paradise. I felt this company once before, Lord.
Many times, I have forsaken this light, and still it never left my door.
I felt it the day I was born, and the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it some more? 
Lord pleases clarify that day I fell down to my knees and accepted Jesus as my savior? 
Every day since, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my own failures’.  Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

Gods voice~  
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. My child you were not searching for the right answers.

My voice= 
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray right?

Gods voice~ 
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself, which left questions for someone else.  
At times how could I answer when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your souls disguises.

My voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand.
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence days. 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

Gods voice~  
Getting right with me has brought you here!

My voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father.
Can I see her?  I meant, could I see them? My Daughter, Mother's and Sisters~

by;PD


Details | Lyric | |

WHEN I STOP AND PRAY

When the storm clouds boil around me, 
And the lightning splits the sky--. 
When the howling wind assails me,
And life's sea is rolling high--
When my heart is filled with terror,
And my fears, I can't allay--
Then I find sweet peace and comfort, 
When I simply stop and pray.

When the things of life confound me,
And my faith is ebbing low--
When my trusted friends betray me,
And my heart is aching so--
When the night seems black and endless,
And I long for light of day--
Then I find a silver dawning,
When I simply stop and pray.

There are things beyond the heavens
I can't begin to understand,
But I know that God is living,
And I know He holds my hand.
Yes, I know He watches o'er me
All the night and all the day--
And He's always there to hear me
When I simply stop and pray.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Man's Tale

A man’s tale 

With mind control there he was,
A man for sale…
Hearing the vocal sound from this wordsmith, 
A man in his own tale…
Currently he was sitting and calling upon the earth.
Prior rumors about his love for the Queen.
Yet to come would be a bard singing for Her Majesty-

A fool wrapped in a cowardly way.
Flowers and scars sat on his floor.
A torn heart, making its way out the door.
He caresses the image of her in his mind.
This man, this bard, sang a song for the blind.

Releasing a soft note, she turns towards the sun.
Forgetting the ferocious rage of the king.
The man kneels with the light flashing in his face.
He drinks with his eyes, one moment of glee.
His head lands under the moon's winter space.

Never again, will he spend his days thinking.
Never again, will he feel the shivers when calling upon the earth and her beauty. 
Never will he know, he was the tune that eased her thirst.

A man’s tale always ends under a woman’s spell. 

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 | Free verse | |

Brush Stroke to Uniqueness

If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red? 
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration, 
and the song on the radio at the time of connection...
I keep coming back to sea green, 
or the blue of underwater murals at 3ft tall of childhood,
eyes wide in fickle, transient hazel
absorbing each moment, be it safe or unstable
categorizing each scent and each color
each love and each valor
each crisp Autumn, Summer
in vats of brain paint to be later unlidded
and splashed with insignias
of every person and place and event
that ever touched corneas innocent, bent
on absorption.
If my mind be painted, I think it be green
like the moment I'm lucid before I dip dreams
and hang them to dry in the gallery
"Mind's Eye"
and push to wake up to connect, signify
every sensory path that I've traveled before
to traipse them again and still come back for more.
I'm a stickler for art and with your canvas blank
my sweet innocent dear, with each word that you hear
you will brush stroke your way to uniqueness.


Details | Acrostic | |

Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 




©  2011  ~JSLaM    

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* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011

* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011 

* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
                 
   


Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Details | Concrete | |

BrokenHeart

..................   L  I                                  L  O
                Y            F                       Y             V                         
           M         H        E                M        G           E                
       F   O   R   E  V  E  R             E   T   E   R  N    A   L                    
     L     E    N    O    R    E          L     E    N    O    R     E
  E   N   T   W   I   N   E   D       E   N   T   W   I  N   E   D
 Always  with  my HearT  I         Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE        ALWAYS with Emotions
My  Love grows like an oak        My  Heart beats for YOU
Mighty  and E v e r l a s t I n g       MY  TEARS  are  Real 
 YOU  are  M Y  STRENGTH         Yet My Heart still Aches
  FOR YOU LIVE in  ME            Though You live with GOD
   ETERNAL  B L I S S        YOU wear the gown of Angels
     INFINITE  P U R E        YOU carry my Heart in Yours
       You grow in my heart     EACH  and   EVERY   Day 
         The LOVE grows and   I am at  Peace KNOWING
            As  LOVE  Grows          In my  BROKEN Heart 
              Constantly Knitting        cracks and Fissures
                My  Dearest Beloved    Tenderly  Mended
                    Repairing Loneliness   My Wife Lenore
                       Angelically Smiles   Eternally Loved
                          MY Only Most        B E L O V E D
                              L  I  F  E        L  E  N  O  R  E
                                  Always      F O R E V E R
                                      YOU    My  Heartbeat
                                          Are   My   S O U L
                                              MY      W I F E
                                                One  Breath
                                                    N e v e r
                                                      Alone
                                                      YOU
                                                       And
                                                          I


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 | Quatrain | |

No Greater Love

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out. It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man. Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.


Details | Sonnet | |

A Painter's Pine

The void calls through gossamer veils and widow's peak. Shifty-eyed now of necessity I lie, bone-wrapped in rosaries black as my rheumy eyes, death speaks. Uncomforted by down or velvet, role trapped corseted, board stiff with age like calf skin vellum peeled and bloodied by the dual edged knife of man. The scene is set and I shall not whimper, as do some, or call to God, or blame the fates of those whose clans remain earth-bound, when I have left this mortal glade. Pigment on canvass, linseed loosed, stretchers taut, displayed, all of this, I've had a plenty, and been royally paid. My life was art, and it was art that fanned my life's flame. So, stretch me on the pine boards and lay my edges down; monochrome me in umber, drench me in shades of brown.
Self Portrait See About the Poem


Details | Quatrain | |

Another Day

A torch carried on forever, indeed,
for the aggressive rhymer in me,
is alive again, unshackled and freed,
rising to challenge another day, I see.

As I found myself lost deep in Tolkien,
with epic Star Wars, never ending,
surrounded in a geek paradise, serene,
optical illusions before me, suspending.

Life's songs on guitar strings strummed,
an epiphany unlike they've ever heard,
euphoric dreams in my visions hummed,
as I pen archaic word after archaic word.

Artistry is born only to be my brother,
encircled this star, a pentagram made,
my day is done, I have conquered another,
as the sun slowly brings down the shade.






A Word Collage For Chan Hurst



(Cyndi MacMillan's contest)


Details | Couplet | |

My Pen Collection

As the waves forever kiss the shore
One shot leaves you wanting more
My heart and soul, strong and true
With all the love they hold for you
Sometimes my life leaves me bored
Like a swordsman with no sword
These are the times that I write
Memories can be hard to fight
I write out my heart and soul
Controlling my mind is my goal
Each new word released by my pen
Is another spiritual battle I win
The war rages on day by day
Through the poem prayers I pray
It's a war that I will forever win
Long as there is ink up in my pen
In prison I had quite a collection
Each one held it's own reflection
I saved them after they ran dry
Baptized with the tears I cry
I just couldn't seem to let them go
Little memories of my heart and soul
Sometimes I like to take them out
Little memories of what I'm about
What I'm about angel on my shoulder
Making this world a little less colder


Details | Free verse | |

Center Stage

Center Stage

It's hard to know exactly where to start. 
It's even harder not to think too hard or tear yourself apart. 
Life's not supposed to be easy, but it's not supposed to be living, waking hell. 
It's supposed to get better but the path is just too hard to tell.
It's moments like these that are close to anyone's heart. 

There's a light there, at the end of it all. 
No more distance, no more brick walls.
No more heart-wrenching realities or cold hard truths. 
You are the living proof. 
It's not about what you want or what you think you need. 

Chances are it's nothing like what you dreamed. 
Chances are it's the nightmare you never expected to meet. 
It's the neighbor next door or the strange familiar on the side of the street. 
Don't get too curious and don't get too close. 
That's when the unexpected happens the most. 

It's the one thing you never thought would be enough.
It will be your strength when you have none left. 
It will be where your endless hope and joy are kept. 
It will be the reservoir that holds every tear you ever wept. 
The one and only thing you must accept. 

It's a new paradigm this time. 
It's a new way. 
It won't ever be the same each day.

Some days you'll feel like you're more than alive and others you'll feel 
as if you're about to fade away.
Sometimes, it's simply hard to stay on that ever increasing oceanic wave.

There will always be the memory of who you are and where you were. 
There will always be more days to learn from one's mistakes.

You don't need a beyond perfect score. 
You just need to do all you possibly can. Remember where 
you've walked and when you ran. Forget about the tiny 
details and leave the rest. 

It will always be a search for a different quest. 
It will always turn out for the better and then the best. 

It will always be what you never thought you could find. 
It will be the very best of the very best kind.
It will be that incredibly fine line you can't believe you had all this time. 

It's a lesson to forever save.
It will teach you how to play your part when you can't find your heart. 
It will be that moment when you bow your head and pray. 

No where to begin. 
No where to end. 
The words in your heart will be the words you say. 

Maybe now, you'll understand how to begin and where to start.
It's not about being perfect, being smart, or tearing the pieces of yourself apart. 
It's about finding and being close to your own heart. 


Details | Couplet | |

A Bag of Popcorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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



Details | Prose Poetry | |

When the Time is Right

For nearly 45 years I never spoke of  that day; the emotional pain was too great.
I simply hid it in the lining of my soul, knowing in my heart you didn’t stand
a chance with me as I stood in the rubble of my life and let you go, wrapped
in my heart with a wish and a prayer- all I had to give. And for 45 years, 
I dreamed of you and me playing in fields of daisies under blue skies as
I cried inside, wondering where you where, and if there was a part of you  
that somehow would remember me- would remember the bond we made 
in that single moment we shared together, when the nurse held you up to the
nursery window for me to see as I  stood on wobbly legs, with my trembling 
hands holding unto a pole with a dripping IV?

I prayed. Lord! How I prayed that someday, by the grace of  God, 
you’d come back to me when the time was right. 

So I lived my life. Got back up and crawled out of the rubble that was me, 
and lived with half a heart that somehow still managed to beat.

With the passing of  time, I bloomed; sometimes red, sometimes blue when I thought of all the years we could have shared as I sat and listened to family and friends 
tell me of the joyful times they shared with their children, grandchildren 
and great-grandchildren as, I  smiled and  cried inside and dreamed of you, 
and all the years of your life I  missed and, all the years I would never know. 
It was then I realized I was a very lonely soul. So, I wrote and wrote and
wrote, never suspecting for a moment that  nearly 45 years later,
you would find me through a poem I wrote for you.

I know I can never replace the mother and father who raised you, for the bonds
of time shared  are  much stronger than blood. Yet knowing what a wonderful 
women you turned out to be, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate  
and now with a daughter  of your own, is enough for me, and someday  
when the time is right for you, I hope and pray , we will meet again.

                                               ~~~~~~

                                                 Elaine George 


This is a true story.  It was through this forum ( poetrysoup ) my birth daughter found me. 



Details | Sestina | |

The Potter's Wheel

Pulling with hands soft and smooth as glazed clay,
Her foot prods the pedal, turning the wheel.  
She basks in the bliss of a beautiful mess.
 
She's learned art is born from that carefree mess.
Moulding with hands caked in layers of clay, 
She makes artwork dance on that spinning wheel.
 
Her bones creak along with the aging wheel,
Silver hair spattered by flecks of sweet mess.
She glazes with hands rough and cracked as dried clay.
 
Beyond clay and wheel, life spins a fine mess.  

*Form: Tritina


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

God Gave You a Second Chance

God Gave You a Second Chance
 Not ready to leave this world with unfinished business determining the souls color; you’re on borrowed time! Prayers to heaven and words spoken from the heart brought perspective to what time remained. Fear and regret knowing this may be the end brought us closer than before. Always by your side loving, giving freely would now perhaps help spare your life adding color to your heart and soul.
The soul colored with Hope, Faith, and Love, the greatest being Love! I wonder have you given God what was expected for a second chance at life to color your heart and soul. Color determines the hearts purity and the soul’s condition. 
Souls are empty without love in the purest form; if you do not receive and give without fear, shame, or doubt!  From the outside looking in many colors of love surround your soul. I pray the love I give you understand the colors surrounding my heart and soul.
Love was holding you when death looked you in the face and love put death on hold! God and I give you Love. How do you face life and death now, with a heart and soul of vivid colors nourished by our love? God blessed us and we know what matters most. You now live your bucket list, God’s too.
Your list will end, mine too. Sharing with a loved one brings special meaning, understanding, and allows comfort taking away fear, pain, and panic. With unconditional love all’s shared. Colors of the soul glow, angels gather, and God gently lifts one unto himself. The guardian angels exit; slowly colors fade, a feeling passes the one left behind as the end has come. I imagine the colors of love in the heart and soul.
                                                                                                                                                             Debbie Knapp
		


Details | Narrative | |

---And the Angel Looked On

"I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write" - Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

"Remember..."
that was the last word he whispered before his eyes closed forever...
"Remember..."

I close my own eyes, bite my lower lip, 'til I taste tin, stone angel crying with me...
The wind sends chills through me, as the heavens threatened to weep
brown leaves skittering between my feet, seeking for shelter.
How I related to those leaves: dry...brittle...dead.

I look at the Angel that watches over him,imploring for answers, 
begging this Guardian to take pity on me, help me remember. 
She only looks at me, with tears in her eyes, her beautiful face
always looked enigmatic to me, for she was smiling...
and yet those tears hinted at sadness, 
seemingly reprimanding me with her look.
I bow my head in shame, and reach for her hands, 
but I only feel cold, hard stone...not unlike my heart

My throat catches, I can hardly breathe--
I loosen my grip, feeling it might burn this time
...from guilt, for forgetting...

I glance at her magnificent wings, and wished I had them, too,
if only to fly away, but my feet are stuck on the ground, 
with a heart buried in regret.

I whisper one word: "Sorry":spoken so softly, I think I only said it in my heart;
I say it louder, my body wracked with sobs, my heart bleeding crimson tears of anguish. 
I look at the Angel and notice something on her sash--
One pristine white feather lay there-a stark contrast to the moss covered stone.
I take the feather, notice wordings etched on the sash--and scraped off moss, 
Tennyson's words go straight to my heart...
" 'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."

The memories come back like a flash flood, assaulting me, bringing me back to that day.
He told me he had an angel carved to be with him at his grave, 
since I, his angel, couldn't always be there for him. And that he understood, 
that it was okay. I shrugged it off, told him I love him forever.
I still do, that's why it shamed me that I also love another now.

Seeing those words, I felt such a sense of peace, like he was embracing me, 
smoothing out my hair like he used to, telling me it was all right. 
I blink back tears, and say "Thank you" this time...I hug the Angel and I felt warm.
Drizzle and sunlight bounced off each other as I walked away. 
I turn my head around to his grave
--and the Angel looked on with a smile.


Constance's Angels in Cemeteries contest
 June 18, 2011


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...


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Frail Paper Etched With Words

Whether poets, showmen or philosophers,
Or mere cowboys who follow herds—
They all want to leave behind a lasting mark—
More than frail paper etched with words.

But the cold, hard truth still lies in the doing
And all but a blessed few will fail—
But on we go like bison over the cliff—
Hoping our wings sprout and we sail.

And like restless sleepwalkers we do wander
From one thing and then to the next—
Till we find what it is that will then save us
To put life in proper context.

So on we scribble and strive for the right phrase—
Catch meaning and life in birds—
Put emotions and feelings we briefly hold
On this frail paper etched with words. 


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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


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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:) 


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Lantern on the Water


Place my mind into a boat
doused with kerosene.

Create a lantern on the water:
light the boat a-flame
and push it out to sea.

Then my heart will be more free.






04.06.2013




+/-


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My First Child

A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart She smiles! My heart races, leaping! And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, It dips among new blossoms Like a sweet melody playing softly in the cool of the evening, I soar! My baby, my first, like an angel sleeps Soft, warm and brown I stare in awe of this most perfect gift from God! Tiny almond-shaped eyes, sparkle- searching Nothing as beautiful have I ever seen! She cries and her teardrops like crystal daggers Pierce, my joyful heart! And like a wounded sparrow it plummets Free-falling, and I am left puzzled...confused Nervous, I gently hold her close to my breast I am sure she can feel my heart beating.. Suddenly our faces brush... she turns- Our eyes lock, and smiles ripple! My first born--all is well in my world.
© 1992 ~*~


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Triumph of the Soul

As I wandered alone without a task
All around me wild flowers sprang forth
My face a sad contorted mask

Of emotionless strife since birth
My eyelids closed against the day
Enjoying the fall of darkness on my Earth

The sun tried to spread its ray
The sweet smelling fruit kissed my head
As beneath the mighty mango tree I lay

The deep red scars on my heart fled
When a strange melody on my fancy grew
And the balm of stillness on my limbs spread

An unknown peace I soon knew
When the leaves danced with the breeze
The shadows of my life I threw

The butterflies and the bees
On me did comfort heap
That amazingly I found under this tree

My shallow life and forgotten sleep
This wilderness made new
With pleasure my heart started to weep

The grave cares now seemed so few
My life found a new definition
And into the azure sky my soul flew


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A Depiction Of One Artist And His Starry Night



Vincent Van Gogh~Starry Night __________________________ a precarious world of indecision a dark pallet of light this brilliant depiction , it does scream , it cries out blues and yellows swirl in a maze of defeat a crescent moon suspended in a blissful evening , hangs lone in agony I rest within this small town of hope my eyes are saddened , my mind relentless in delight You are mine , my asylum , my starry night a dimension of light under this wrenching canopy of demise oh Vincent... __________________________


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Rains

It’s raining outside
I can see on my window panes
Rain droplets slide
Inside seemingly dry eyes something triggers rains

Memories are cruel
They don’t spare
O agonizing thoughts! Do not fuel the flame
And waste the gems rare

The storm has been building for ages I know
The despair left no trace of hope’s glow
I wore a smiling face just for show
O unwelcome guest! I bid you to go

Why should I remember the haunting moments?
Why should I recollect the heart wrenching times?
Where are the images that heart enchants?
Where is the melody with rhythm and rhymes?

Go, go, go O clouds of despair
With your deafening noise of lightning and thunder
Lend me your ears and let me declare
I fight aggression, I do not surrender

I can see on my window panes rain droplets glide
Alone in this dreary night and no one by my side
The thundering clouds with menacing deafening pride
O my restless soul the worldly rules abide
               Karachi, Dec. 27, 2012


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Mama Swore It'd Be Alright

 I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
 Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
 Daddy was in the back room chasin' skirts
 Mama was in the parking lot dancin' with Mary Jane just to mask the hurt

 I've spent my life walkin' around in a cloudy haze
 I'm taunted by the memory of my early days

 Daddy spent alot of time drivng an eighteen wheeler
 Each night Mama brought home a new "sexual healer"
 I didn't usually get a chance to catch his name
 But it almost always ended the same

 I heard her scream as glass would break
 My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
 Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
 As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
 She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
 
 Both my brothers had thier own bed in the federal pen
 Cancer took Granny's last breath right about then
 My sisters and I weren't strangers to rape
 As we grew older we each seeked our o0wn escape

 I guess I chose the hardest road
 Somehow I thought drugs and men could ease my burdened load
 While hiding from myself I lived a life of crime
 I earned a reputation and did my time

 I heard her scream as glass would break
 My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
 Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
 As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
 She forgot to mention that it'd happen again


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A seed of poetry

Like water that flows in a river
Time will not stop and wait
It comes and then it goes
And now will soon be late
The sun will not rise
And forget to set
Today will not stay here forever

Time was born and passed away
While I was chasing dreams
I never dreamt of
Dreaming of things that were 
Not for me to dream about

I didn’t know at first 
That in my inside
There is a seed germinating
Deep in the roots of my heart 
Where veins and arteries
Carry blood in and out

The eyes of my eyes
Could not see
The ears of my ears
Could not hear
The tongue of my tongue
Could not taste
The nose of my nose 
Could not smell
The mind of my mind 
Was uncounscious
As this seed
Was patiently growing

It was watered by tears
That couldn’t fall off my eyes
When I cried
It was fertilized by my deep thoughts
That denied me time to rest
The pain I felt within
Was manure to it

And now it has grown
It has grown into a tree
it has grown into a green looking tree
A tree that sprouts colorful flowers
And I am hopeful
Hopeful to reap tasty fruits
Of this seed of poetry
Sown in me by God


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The Concealed Anguish

Take my letter to her, O Messenger!
Yes, totally washed are its words and phrases 
A deed of my flooding eyes I couldn’t deter
The tornado of tears accumulated for ages

The storm of anguish concealed in heart
Washed all urges of soul that flowed from pen
The torrents rumbling from the start 
Once started couldn’t be stopped there and then

Her perception will be triggered, I am sure
This blank sheet will reveal all that I meant to say 
The power of love will her instincts conjure
My feelings, my urges won’t go astray

Tell her, that the lustrous mansion of pride and ego
Is falling to pieces like the house of cards
The dark alleys of life that lost their glow
In a state of disrepair, description beyond words

The King of Diamond has lost the game 
A player is lucky to hold the three A’s
Lost is all the glory and fame
Built in years and lost in days
 
His eyes craving for your enchanting face
The candles of his eyes weep in the desolate nights 
Lost is all peace and tranquility’s trace
Your charming features his heart ignites

A few breaths are left in the dying tree of life
With fallen leaves and barren branches entwined
Resuscitate and free it from torments and strife
Be a glow of the dimmed eyes that brilliantly shined

Tell her, the writer awaits your reply 
With burning heart and soul alight
Before torments enhance and wounds multiply 
And the bird of life takes to wing of flight





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Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your lies will cease to hurt me
You think that you have finally won
But don't think I'll let you burn me

I'll sit and smile and make you think
I know nothing of what you do
But secretly I'll make you see
The last laugh will be on you

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your decet will hurt no more
You won't see me cry a singel tear
As I watch you walk out that door

Don't think that you can go astray
And plan on coming back
I don't believe in forgiveness 
I'd rather have a heart attack

My love for you has slowly died
I buried it today
I built a wall around my heart
To keep all men away

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can break much more
They can take your heart and leave the pieces
Shattered all over the floor


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My Crush On You

My life is so complicated and frustrating 
sometimes I just feel the need to scream
I hate this life that I live
Someday I wish I could wake up and it would all be a dream
Not a second goes by that I am not thinking of you in some way
When I look into your eyes 
I get butterflies
I never know just what to say

I am so afraid to be myself
I am afraid you won’t like the real me
So I try to be someone else

Without you in my heart
I feel incomplete
Without you I am falling apart
Your dark long wavy hair
As it blows in the wind 
You stand there
It makes my heart mend
From all the past heart breaks

You helped me see that not all guys are mean
You’re so sweet 
You are the boy of my dreams
Someday we’ll meet


 


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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.


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Created By Choices

Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son

A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need

When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair

Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again

I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave

Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat

Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me

She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole

Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices

My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created

Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes


Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".


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A Heart Ajar

A heart ajar
a dream half seen
in a chest
whose lid was 
quickly fastened. 

A heart ajar
a smile half 
delineated 
upon a flake 
of snow
which in 
no time melts.

A heart ajar
a long beautiful sentence
whose verb 
never dared 
to come out 
in the light.

A heart ajar
a poem half read
before you reach 
its climax
and touch 
its heaven.

A heart ajar 
a love 
drawing near
like a ray of sun
you try to catch
but will
always flee.

Love 
and it may
open, 
though. 


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Our single soul

As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul

Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about

Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed

Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend

As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place

Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey

I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth

When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost

Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain

Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away

Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it

Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away

I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?

I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need

The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail

So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears

Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you

And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul

A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above


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The Box of Stuff

I heard him close shut the attic door,
I snuck in and saw him on the floor.

He found the box that I stored away,
As I turned to leave I heard him say.

“Mom, could you come here for a few,
Whose badge is this and what does this do?”

Placing the hat on top of his head,
Come close my son I softly said.

With a saddened tone I lowly spoke,
Pushing words over the lump in my throat.

That box of stuff belonged to a man,
Who left one night with his keys in hand.

He heard his pager go off late one night,
He jumped in that suit and dashed out of sight.

To answer a call, not knowing for sure,
The dangers his heart would have to endure.

He’d always been brave right from the start,
And was a good man with a courageous heart.

He wasn’t a man like typical dads,
That was mainly because the job that he had.

That box of stuff is his way to pave,
The bright good man you’ll be someday.

Because in that box that you delved into,
Belonged to a man who looked like you.

If you can understand I’ve never known why,
Before you were born that man had to die.

I cannot imagine what he went through,
To save a stranger he never knew.

He faced a danger he didn’t deserve,
He gave his life to protect and to serve.

He wasn’t respected most of the time,
But still he laid his life down on the line.

With all this that I share this day,
There’s a few final words I’d like to say.

All the stuff that’s within that box,
I want you to know belonged to a cop.

There’s a lot of things he never saw,
He lost his life defending the law.

And one of those things that he didn’t see,
Was watching you become what you came to be.

You’re brave like him in the things you pursue,
I know he’d be proud of the life you ensue.

It’s been along time that my heart has cried,
I still remember the night that he died.

Much has happened since the night he was slain,
I think you should know that you bear his name.

Yes there are times that I still get sad;
But I want you to know that man was your dad.

So put the box up my little snooper,
Now that you know your dad was a trooper.


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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


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Sweet Nothings

I miss when I could just curl up and cry within your arms,
I have someone else who I can do that with now,
But still I miss when your arms felt right around me,
My heart still crys, at whats broken and missing,
There once was this connection, this bond between us two,
I dont know what happened to it, why this feels so different, do you?
And though I love this other, my heart still loves you too,
Dont ask me who I love more, because my answer might not be true,
I love you both, with all my heart, you've just hurt me more,
But still the dreams sometimes seep in between the cracks of our closed door,
And still I see myself, again within your arms, 
Only this time, I would be there, forever and ever more,
Love, can you tell me, what happened to us then? 
Why is it that when I touch you, you feel like less even then a friend,
My heart says yes, it wants you, but my body rejects yours like a plague,
My lips dont whisper sweet nothings with yours~ within the years hidden in the days,..


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Sweet Nothings

I miss when I could just curl up and cry within your arms,
I have someone else who I can do that with now,
But still I miss when your arms felt right around me,
My heart still crys, at whats broken and missing,
There once was this connection, this bond between us two,
I dont know what happened to it, why this feels so different, do you?
And though I love this other, my heart still loves you too,
Dont ask me who I love more, because my answer might not be true,
I love you both, with all my heart, you've just hurt me more,
But still the dreams sometimes seep in between the cracks of our closed door,
And still I see myself, again within your arms, 
Only this time, I would be there, forever and ever more,
Love, can you tell me, what happened to us then? 
Why is it that when I touch you, you feel like less even then a friend,
My heart says yes, it wants you, but my body rejects yours like a plague,
My lips dont whisper sweet nothings with yours~ within the years hidden in the days,..


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Those Glory Days, Long Gone

Those Glory Days, Long Gone


Those glory days resting so far bygone
I trek ahead, sad and so all alone
Treasures left upon lofty mountain tops
Rushing ever foward, no time for stops

Days, we resting under a shading oak
loving in vows that we forever spoke
Coolest mornings, breezing days easing minds
days of joy in all the many new finds

Those views of life sing forever above
crystal dreams set in our undying love
Nights of magic in epic love unbound
blisses in every kiss our wet lips found

Memories of days and nights now alone
holding memories of life so long gone!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-07-2014


Poem Syllable Counter Results

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  100 

Did it , hit exactly one hundred words + ten syllables
 per line and great rhyme.. A solid sonnet according to 
my own personal standards. Wrote it and had to minor 
correct only three lines..


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The Tumid River of Acheron

The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part 1

Dark the tumid, rushing waters flow
where man most wisely fears to go
Liquid blackness sings of epic pain
torture, misery and cries of insane
Echoes of evil Eperius in the West
shadow realm where evil never rests

Black ship of Kharon eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell
Land those lost , family and friend
exists for all wicked women and men
Black abyss where Apollo never walks
lost souls ripped by screeching hawks

Forever filled by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then
cursing future torments for all men
Seething waters set to ever separate
those lost into future tortured Fate

Father of evil waters from which sprang
the Styx of which man's curses rang
Flowing stream holding back evil foul 
where tortured spirits scream and howl
Acheron, into a lake of scorching heat
where demons play with souls they eat

Delivered shadows fall on prayers cast
vanity briefly soothes, forever lasts
Prayers sinking like river cast stones
dreams birthed from dead skin and bones
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, the dark Lord at the helm

Gushing forth from the bowels of rock
mighty blackened waters rise to shock
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison so lethal no mortal man may drink
Kharon, the ferryman awaits at the oars
to deliver the lost upon evil's shores

Far below the path of Mariandyni coast
the Acheron ferries victims to its host
Loaded with spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans
From the south shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be

Many are the tales of Acheron's fame
its victims steeped in sin and shame
Anguish rises as dark waters deliver
the wretched lost to painfully quiver
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
those embracing lustful sin into evil fell

Robert J. Lindley, 09-13-2014

note:  This is part one. The journey into HAIDES 
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is 
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus. 

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling).. 
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be 
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do 
something dark and move away from all my love, romance 
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my 
imagination...


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You are special

You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
no one can replace the radiance within you. People tell you that you are not cool,
smart, talkative, real.....making you to feel like a douche bag,
being punched right in your heart. Believe me, I've been where you were;
hurt, frustrated, and craving the gates of the afterlife. I looked 
like a person from a rehab. I also felt like a tourist in a place I was born.
As seasons passed, I realized that it was I, with the key to joy. "Rivers don't ask
for permission to replenish themselves; the Sun doesn't 
ask for permission to shine;
an eagle doesn't ask for permission to soar into the sky...." are words from a Zen
book, that woke up my inner fire. I started to dream positive things about me once more, and starting each day with a smile; this also changed the way 
people looked at me.
You are the Evening Star glowing in the night sky;
life being the sky. Never forget that!
 


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Dear Me

Dear Me,

I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid

swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts

Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity

Be better,love more, hold on.

Dear Me,

Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die

Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away


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Sorrow

She sits alone 
She draws her knees up to her shoulders, hugging them tightly
She shivers in the icy wind 
Her teeth chatter and the stream of tears from her eyes, sting her cheeks 
As she lifts her head towards the heavens, 
Her eyes burn with pain and her piercing scream, barely human, expresses her Excruciating 
suffering and anguish

She is gripped by immense sorrow, the most powerful and destructive emotion
It roughly envelopes her, throwing her into a pit of darkness, filled with evil shadows
The shadows claw at her, ripping into her flesh like daggers
She shakes violently, tasting blood as she bites down hard on her bottom lip
But she feels no pain, her body is numb, numbed by the demons of sorrow, who, 
Are slowly overpowering her, devouring her heart 
And locking her in an eternal web of pain

She is engulfed by fear as the intense sorrow surrounding her, compresses her
She gasps for air as the merciless hands of sorrow close around her throat
She fights in her lonely vacuum, with everything she has
She reaches for her only comfort, her fingers coil around the blade
As she stretches her arms out in front of her, her void eyes gaze upon her pale skin
Her skin is etched with scars
Her scars an eternal, entwined, tattoo of her excruciating suffering
As she runs the jagged blade over her skin, its cold feel calms her
The compressing sorrow surrenders
This is her saviour, the one who can release her from this life of pure hell
Her skin begins to open, the river of blood flowing strong
Her pain is flung into the open, through her wounds, 
Leaving a sense of tranquility in her distraught heart

Her red stained fingertips caress her raw wounds
She is mesmorised by the life force flowing from her, as it paints 
Her tragic story on her body
Painful tears bleed from her eyes as regret shudders through her
She rocks backwards and forwards, lulling herself into a sense of peace
Her body is drained
As she lies back she becomes limp
Her eyes close and her whispered prayers fill the open air,
Creating the painful melody her heart sings
As she slips away

Thunder roars and the starry heavens open 
As God’s tears rain over His beloved daughter, 
Healing her wounds and piecing her broken soul back together
As the sun rises above her, 
It illuminates her peaceful expression
Her earthly father collapses besides her
His silent tears wash over her beautiful, pale face
As he lifts his dead child in his arms, 
Vicious sorrow rips his heart apart, 
Creating wounds which will never heal


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If Loving You Were Easy

If loving you were easy
I'd love you like I should.
I've opened up my heart to you
and tried as best I could.
I don't expect reassurance.
I know some think I'm cold.
I needed your love when I was young.
But now I'm just too old.
I've lived without your guidance.
I've lived without your hugs.
I'm sure you don't remember
a time without your drugs.
You chose the life you're living.
I wished you all the best.
Now it's time to say goodbye
and lay this thing to rest.
If loving you were easy,
I'd love you like I should.
I've opened up my heart to you
and tried as best I could.


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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


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33 rpm


because so it is,
he says

ashtray's empty
and
Dolly Parton
cries
for
Jolene
spinning dizzy
in the
corner
 
in my mind
all words
leave the
paper
 
love laid to rest,
I can
recognize
the 
smell.


© Gry W Christensen


(My take on "Relationships". My entry in the "Relationships" contest, ending Aug.  25. )


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…


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Daily Thoughts

Everyone thinks they can relate to me
but nobody really understands,
they lie just so you feels as if your not the only one with problems.
the only people that feel as if you do
are the ones that have experienced
what you have.

have you ever felt suicide flowing 
through your veins?
or the sickness thats in your blood
it just drips out of your scars
and spreads to your fellow friends.

have you ever had a kiss of venom
from someone you cant have?
or the touch of someone who wants you 
so much that they have killed
your heart all together.

not understanding yourself so you
go to your friends to council you,
then you just close your eyes
and forget all your feelings?

did you ever hold your tears in so hard
that your eyes start to burn?
or make out as if your smiles are
pretend?
it is easier than answering everyones 
questions over and over.

what about when you see your desire
and your hands start to tremble and
tears fall like nothing before?
you try to imagine what life is like
but when you start it kills you
instantly.

your hell is my heaven
but im just an illusion of your god
and a prediction of the devil.
have you looked so hard that the star
has burnt a symbol in you?

no one cares about your life just whats 
in it.
the talk can lead your head to desicions
you dont want to make.
but like you make your own thoughts 
and everyone disagrees anyway.

if i could stop everyone 
for just a second or a half
i would hate it to tell the truth
but for me to stop my own life
would be a pleasure.

they say listen to your heart but for me
its too late,
because my heart has already stopped.


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The Boatman's Song 6/ Many

The Boatman’s Song 6/Many

Indra again tried to convince Urveshi

But, here in heaven, Urveshi
Even the flowers are born, never to fade and die 
Unlike the humans on earth, who hardly gets a
Chance to bloom fully and smile

One day on earth, you would find Urveshi, 
You no longer remain the same
And there would be no time for you, to repent then
But today, you have all the time to think and rethink on it 

I am giving you sometime, Urveshi
As you are my most dear and beloved 
Among all the Apsaras of heaven
You dwell in my mind and soul, like the most precious
Among all, my own bodies heart
You think and rethink on your desire
To go or not to go to earth  
To listen the songs of the boatman 
Whom you are missing so much 

Urveshi, you are the most beautiful 
And the most charming Apsara of heaven
Gifted with extraordinary heavenly powers 
But your visit to earth 
May diminish or even finish your heavenly powers

If you ever go close and touch the boatman
Even for a moment to praise his songs
This would end your blessings of heaven and
You may not be able to come back to heaven

Inner Conflict of Urveshi

Cautioned by Indra, Urveshi pondered and pondered
To which way she should go?
Should she hear the voice of her heart
Or follow the instructions of her mind
Her heart was crying to meet the unseen boatman
And her ears were longing to listen 
The heart stolen melodies of the boatman
Floating in the air on earth and echoing even in heaven

She felt that her very existence was incomplete
Without the songs of the boatman 
And without meeting that unseen dweller of her heart 


Perhaps her beauty was formed 
By the blessings of God
So that, one day she may find the other half of her part

But then her mind intervened, while she was 
Listening the voice of her heart
And asked her, can she afford to bear the loss
Of the glory of her name and fame
Which has brought her laurels, crowns and applauses
Can she forgo that she rule the hearts of everyone in heaven
And above all,  the heaven has given her the sublime gift of 
Evergreen Youth

Ravindra                                                 to continue…

Kanpur   India 9th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)
* Jungle (Forest)


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A Different Kind of Love

~By chance we found each other ~
~Two hearts many miles apart~
~Linked together in cyberspace~

We talked for hours that first day
We never ran out of things to say
I feel I’ve known you for a long time
You’ve always been a friend of mine

Your heart has touched me here
I wish I could hold you near
Knowing that you are yearning 
For love your heart is burning

So I will instant message you
Tell you not to ever be blue
Share my joy and my fears
Not be afraid to show my tears

You can love me if you choose
My heart you will never loose
I can’t give the love you desire
The kind to set your heart a fire

Let me love you in my own way
As a friend with you every day
In your heart and on your mind
A truer love you’ll never find


Details | I do not know? | |

Psyched Out

He stares at her picture, 
the night dark in his room,
his hands are shaking, 
hes phyced out, unsure what to do,
he thinks, what if he looses her,
and looses that adoring, happy look on her face,
his heart stops, he cant loose her embrace,
the tears fall from his fragile eyes,
they wont stop no matter how he tries,
they splatter on the memories,
she's in his heart, like words carved in emory...

she breathes his smell in through cloth,
his jacket held to her face, pressed over her heart,
her mind slips into the night,
the dancing thoughts have a nasty bite,
what will she do, if he goes away,
if she looses him, the thought makes her sway,
the tears spill down her cheeks,
shes crying so hard she cant even speak,
the thoughts in her mind remain so haunting,
shes phyced out, theres no way she can stop,
with every tear that falls her heart unlocks,
he's in her heart, like words carved in rock...


Details | Quatrain | |

The Lonely Poet

Paste on your passion smile
Crisp all your words
as you settle yourself 
to be self-consumed, heard
Whisper sweet nothings
which only you know
Don't stop the banter,
the words or the flow
You've reached the summit
of the loneliest point
You're king of the vacancy
best in the joint
Write all your poems
on the back of your hand
and read them at supper
of cream pie and sand
Your siblings will stand up
and whisper applause
You've felt all emotion
and ridden all stars
They bid you good-bye
for you're out of their league
and to think you just wanted
to be heard, succeed...


Details | Light Poetry | |

fun positivity


watch the rain flow

watch a rainbow glow

like an amazing show

be an amazing person to know

so steady your throw

steady your row

steady as you go as you grow

just make sure you can always touch your toes




Details | Grook | |

Worte-wie-blumen

This wind is not alone because it stays on the height,
And waits for golden dawns that follow after night;
It crossed many tempests, islands and an ocean dark,
It met the fairies and hobbits and the joyous lark.

While flattening blond fields, it thought a paradox 
How Little Prince was taught on Friendship by a Fox:
While playing with the grass, and with the yellow maze,
While caressing the flowers’ feet, it heard a poet`s case…

This poet is like the hottest wind that lives on height:
Suddenly, his “light poetry” is seen as “poetry of light”.


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Drift

Many distant sea shores 
Watch me silently
As I am drifting through the sea

There is no fear of drowning
Uncertainty shakes me though

To find the shore of happiness 
That's the thought I hold

When this journey ends?
The wait feels in vain

Drowning is the easiest way
Probably to eternal peace
Pain won't exist and me neither

Drifting through the sea
My body gets sore
And I travel from one Poem to another
Without reaching the sea shore


Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel



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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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- Your Beautiful Heart -



                                    A fragile element in our body
                                               It teaches you
                                                   To love
                                                Endure pain
                                                Forgiveness
                                                     Cry
                                                    Laugh
                                    Courage is required to use heart
                                       The people are so vulnerable
                                               Dreams of love
                                           can easily be broken
                                        Dare you use your heart
                                       Learn to feel the pleasure
                                         small and large events
                                                    Passion
                                        Unaided mind completely
                                      Wrapped in a sheath of love
                                                  Love is pure
                                      cleaner than the purest gold






15.09.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


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Dedicated to the one I didn't write this for

And I love you
Like a dog’s first date
With a fire hydrant

No, that’s not right.

I worship you
As if you were a wine collection owned by Jesus
Minus the prerequisites

Better.

Wait, it’s you again, my yesterday.
Why are your eyes seducing my stanzas?

You linger in my mist
Equivalent to a bipolar lighthouse

Blinking rapidly for hope to notice your sadness
While your light bulb remains cracked

Go away!

Ok, back to it.

No longer do I need careless whispers.

I just want to hold your hand
Swinging life away from skeletons’ demeanor

Be my sun, as I rise
I’ll be your sun, as we set

Damn it, I smell your unwashed lyric again!

Why do your illiterate, colored eyes remain atop my mountain?!

I tossed your heart off my peak
That humidified night in June
When God’s tornado told me to stay away from your fallacy!

You’ve become a rejected stranger, stranger.

Sigh, ok, one last try.

You want me to be your diamond
On platinum band

But, I just want to be an “I miss you”, tomorrow.
I can ask no more than this. 

To be a chorus in your daily songs,
I request

ENOUGH!!!

You continue glazing my thoughts
Hang gliding your way through my handsome vernacular

You were an exclamation point
Turned into closure’s period

Now, my fortitude shall delete your dialect
With whimsical laughter compiled
From shattered dreams of old

…

An illuminated solstice
Waving goodbye 
To onyx, cotton puffs in my Ionosphere

Please
Return
Nevermore

My Angel, I’m sorry I drifted against my sea of distant memories.

Love does not frighten me.
But, it tries.

I can only be certain of today.

I will sacrifice my pride
To become a pauper in your royal presence
If it means our eyes can become a correlated breath

I implore,
Be my tomorrow
These stanzas were only ever gifted for you

Be my tomorrow
For I’ve dishonorably discharged my yesterdays

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







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Dementia

He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia


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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]


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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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CANDLE 1st in Spanish then scroll down for english trans

VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English)
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser  siempre parte de ti.

Por toda la eternidad,
y as¡ ha sido y ser  siempre, 
y cuando deje este mundo,
aquello vendr  conmigo
en la luz de una vela.
Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche,
y de la oscuridad a la luz,
ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga.

Yo ser‚ para ti.
Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti
como una c lida brisa de verano
entre los  rboles para ti.
En el brillo de una vela,
todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser 
por toda la eternidad,
tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre.
Yo ser‚ para ti.  

					
					Traducci¢n: Emilio J. Saavedra M.     CANDLE	
I will be for you.
All my life that is left, I will live for you,
and when time has run out,
I will die for you.
I will speak your name
in each candle that I light, I will breath your name.
I will whisper you,
every prayer I ever say will be part of you.

For eternity,
and forever it has been, and will always be,
and when I leave this world,
it will go with me.
In a candle light
all the world keeps on turning, making day and night,
and from dark to light,
you'll be part of every prayer that ever comes from me.

I will be for you.
Like a cool mountain spring that overflows for you
like a warm summer breeze 
through the trees for you.
In a candle glow,
everything I've ever been or will ever be
for eternity,
you'll be part of everything I ever do.
I will be for you.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Quatrain | |

The Madness In My Mind

Walking through the darkness
of the madness in my mind
I stumble on the pieces
of the twisted thoughts I find
I think about the way I am
and what I'll never be
as I sort through the wreckage
of what once was known as me
Searching for the sunshine
I am drowning in the rain
submerged in black emotion
I'm infused with all it's pain
There is no way I can escape
this hell inside my head
and though I am still breathing
I've become the living dead
In my heart I'm grieving
for a life I'll never know
I'm begging for my freedom
as I feel my madness grow
I am praying for redemption
as I choke on bitter tears
but I cannot find forgiveness
as I'm swallowed by my fears

I wonder if they see it
when they look into my eyes
I'm torn apart and weakened
as in silence my heart cries
and all the feelings that I hold
are suffocating me
as they cut and claw my mind
until they're all I see
Time is rushing by me
I am tired, growing old
the winds of change are blowing
and their bite is harsh and cold
I keep fighting for my freedom
but my freedom I won't find
as long as I am living
in the madness of my mind
Living with my madness
is the only life I know
and so much time is wasted
as my useless teardrops flow
I don't need to see tomorrow
should it be just like today
while I'm living in my madness
I'm not living anyway





Note: This was written after a bout with my depression and all is well!  To quote a dear, 
beloved friend, I am “Making lemonade”!  Love, Robin


Details | Diamante | |

A Poet Never Faultiers

I drank my words from the cup of evil lately not holy water
Like many I sit in my dungeon of doom on earth trying not to my addictions faultier
I'm sitting knee deep in the shitted down reservation sewer street water 
Im looking for wisdom daily with sinners with calls that I shouldn't be trying to call her
I know I be looking for a life filled with silver and gold when I know Im living in copper
I know I got a crazy  coming my way so I best get on trying to stop her
I remember the first time I was in love with lust when I first saw her
I know without the water in my life I would scream silent as I would quietly holler 
I know I been like a bunny moving around in life that sometimes people call me a hopper
I know I been kicking it in the field so much that people tell me I should start playing soccer
I should be more of an actor of actions and less more of a talkitive talker
I know I got what I got so I will be a poet that will never ever faulteir


Details | Choka | |

Not Merely the Eye

Billowing, foamy currents

     Lofty, turquoise drifts
 
          Undulate as waves

               Rage through the calm of heaven

                    As the golden stalks

                         Bend in fields below

                               Like hungry fire consuming

                                    All life in its path 

                                         Seemingly engulfed

                                              The cypresses are the same;
   
                                                   Ensnared in the grip

                                                        Of restless fury

                                                             By the skyward, emerald flame

                                       Would Vincent approve

                                            Of his brilliant work

                                                 Being perceived violently?

                                                      I am oft' amazed

                                                           How a piece of art

                                                                Takes on a life of its own 

                                                                     Interpretation

                                                                          Lives within the heart

                                                                               And soul of the beholder

                                                                                    Not merely the eye
 







Vincent Van Gogh's painting, "Yellow Wheat and Cypresses" was my inspiration.

For submission in Abe Lopez' contest, "Van Gogh's Van Goghs".


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rhythm of One

Love is not love if only in books and songs
In romantic movies and poems it belongs
It is life itself; an experience we share
A personal history of concern, commitment and care

Love is a voice that will soothe and caress
A heart that is uneasy, a mind in distress
It is a look that says, "I'm here, I know life isn't fair.
 Pour out your troubles, I'll listen, I'll always be there."

Love is a smile, on both the lips and the eye
A suggestive twinkle and a warm good-bye
It is a message that needs no gesture or voice
Yet, in that twinkle it says, "In your company, I rejoice."

Love is the soft touch of one hand in the other
The gentle massage of one heart by another
That occurs when those fingers do gently squeeze
And say, "As long as we are together, life will be a breeze."

Love is not love if only in an expensive jewel or gift
Can it offer us comforts, our flagging spirits lift
Love is life itself, the acts that are done
When two hearts celebrate with the rhythm of one.


Details | Ballad | |

INSIDE YOUR EYES

You stumble over words
feeling insecure
So much you want to say
but still unsure
You worry what I think
tears trickle down your cheek
want to unzip your heart
but silent.. cannot speak

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Girl, I love you so
ya make me wanna shout
But we can take it slow
ya never need to doubt
Yeah, I am into you
climb mountains, sail seas
Until our kingdom comes
and you're united with me

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Date: 8-6-14



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 | |

Love in a Beauty Fair - A 'Kawaali'

Love in a Beauty Fair

My Poem in the format of a Kawaali – in English 

Male Singer 01 	/ Group of singers


I  hear that we are in a fair,           of  Husno-Adda* and  beauty,
Still,       I am,  in search of a heart,                         full of Love,


Female Singer 01 / Group of singers:


This  is a gathering of Beauty and graceful ones,      not a crowd  of lovers,
The one who is ready, to sacrifice       everything, may possess the beauty.



Male Singer 02   / Group of singers:


Take a test of our Love my dear,           or come close to test my love, 
Still if your beauty is not satisfied,     just try the love at-least for ones,



Female Singer 02 / Group of singers:

O what you are crying as Love & Love me,        is not that simple my   dear,
There are lovers who sacrifice even their life,       still they do not  get  love,


Male Singer 03/ Group of singers:


You are narrating  a  story,      because you have not,         yet seen     love,
When your Beauty would relish love,   you would be searching love everywhere.


Female Singer 03 / Group of singers:


This is what you say my dear,      it  is only first time that we  have met here,
Let me see your splendors of love,  or it is just a way of yours,  to mold me,



Male Singer 04 / Group of singers:


After witnessing the splendors of love, you may find you cannot live without it, anymore,
Feeling the extreme agonies,  you may repent,  but then you won’t find the love
anywhere, 


Female Singer 04 / Group of singers:


O,  if it is like that, let    me    the    see,       the      splendors of  your Love,
You say that I shall be dying on that love,  O, let me die to witness, what you say,



Male Singer 05 / Group of singers:


We are wasting these precious moments of love, talking about living or dying,
Let us live these lovely moments in love,        instead of talking to live or die.


Female Singer 05  / Group of singers:


O,  I can sacrifice  even my life,                on this molding art of yours, my love,
Perhaps beauty is  hidden in love      but             Love is nothing without beauty.


Together they sing 06 /Group of singers:


It is not a thing of dying or living,        nor   a  fight     between   beauty   and love,

It is only,    the art of  living  and       loving,        which  creates only cheerfulness.



Ravindra
Kanpur India   22nd Oct 2010
Clarifications
* Husno-Adda.  The graceful art of showing the beauty of women.


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Tension Waiting

The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.

And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.

But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,

As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.

And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, 
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.


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woman

I am the daughter of eve ,with the strength to create or destroy the world,but you nasty people
Judge and say me as a simple weak being.
Was born to be beautiful being but you made me suffer my whole life.
 During childhood,I loved playing with dolls  and with friends,
But you wanted me to do the chores so brother can enjoy.
He enjoyed all the pleasures and had all the fun,while I was in the
Hot sun,doing the work like a nun.
I worked like a donkey,but he had the turkey.
As he was the son, and I was none.
He had to read the books and I had the food to cook.
And there came a new man in life ,for whom I was wife.
He earned money and I was honey.
he had the authority and I was in poverty.
He was the ruler and I was the bearer.
All I wanted was the love ,but he gave me the stove.
The  days passed and the seasons changed,but my life hadn’t.
Designation changed from wife to  mother,nursing all the time .
Was split into  two by husband and kids,but the heart always 
Desired something else.
Kids grew and flew to new destinations. 
the heart does crave and yearn for love as it is stupid,as it doesn’t 
have mind to think,and it is  there only to feel.
I want to learn, read ,play and relive those moments which were 
Mine  but were snatched away as I was a girl.
But it is us, who make this world beautiful,peaceful and happy.
We are mothers, daughters, sisters above all we are human beings.
Treat us like fellow humans but not like slaves,then you will see
The more beauty of the world.


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..Psalm ~ `The Beauty of The Lord` ~ 27..

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh
My enemies and foes, they stumbled and fell.
Though an army may encamp against me, my heart shall not fear
Though war may rise against me, in this I will be confident.
One thing I have desired of the Lord, that will I seek
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life
To behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in His temple.
For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion
In the secret place of His tabernacle He shall hide me
He shall set me high upon a rock ~
And now my head shall be lifted up above my enemies all around me
Therefore I will offer sacrifices of joy in His tabernacle
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord.
Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my voice! Have mercy also upon me, and answer me.
When You said, “Seek My face,” my heart said to You, “Your face, Lord, I will seek.”
Do not hide Your face from me; do not turn Your servant away in anger
You have been my help; do not leave me nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.
When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.
Teach me Your way, O Lord, and lead me in a smooth path, because of my enemies.
Do not deliver me to the will of my advesaries
For false witnesses have risen against me, and such as breathe out violence.
I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness....
Of the Lord, in the land of the living ~
Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....“Wait, I say, on the Lord!”


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Come Away With Me My Love


Come away with me into the night
Lets race each other through the moonlight,
Let’s leave the world so there's just us
All of our love, care and trust.
 
Heaven has brought you down to me
I know in my heart that we were meant to be,
Let’s leave this place and all its troubles
And we can build a new life from the rubbles.

I have your heart and you have mine
As long as we have each other there’s nothing on the line,
Let’s runaway together and never be apart!
I wanna be with you you’re always in my heart.

I love you so much it affects my soul!
Though we may age this feeling will never grow old
be my lover as well as my best friend
And lets create a love that will never end.

We'll hold each other when we shed tears
We'll share our hopes as well as our fears, 
Even when we fade and both of us has passed
Our love will live on and always last.  


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Nothing Remains

My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing but dust
sloughed off, then piled up into dusty corners, forgotten.
Minuteness discarded, a  lover’s crumbling skeleton.

A noise barrage invades my soul’s silence,
an onslaught of thought and reason—
A wailing, pounding, desert squall that drowns me, 
shattering the dam of tranquility.

I plunge back into this abyss of loneliness.
Of course nobody’s there. 
They have all been long gone.
And here I am, with only this vast void as my company.
It whispers, it screams
and echoes into my mind, 
what they’ve all been saying all along,
that I brought this upon myself.

Maybe I did. Of course I did.
Of course I did. Maybe I did.

Back and forth, back forth it goes...

I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that my sea of loneliness
becomes a sea of ecstatic happiness...
I seek sanctuary in dreams,
for it is only there that I am welcome.

Touch me Not! Noli me tangere.
Wake me not...

Silence has blocked your ears.

The shattering of my heart was unperceived,
so I am left alone to take extreme care of these countless shards.
I can’t afford to hurt anymore, as I have done to the others. 
With my words. With my long-winding, droning and ever-boring words.
The death-inducing kind of boring.
And only nothing cared to remain. 

I am left with no choice but to be one with this nothingness,
flow along its waves, imbibe it and become it. Nix.
Let me evaporate, let me join that cycle of seeming nothingness.
That nothing, that stark quiet before the storm.

Breathe deep into that void.
Inhale nothing. 
Hear nothing. See nothing.  Say nothing.

Then wait...

Can you feel me now?

As nothing touches you.








*** This was inspired from Catie’s “Nothing Remains”. In choosing this, in no 
way am I saying that her poem needs improvement. It is brilliant as it is. I chose this poem of hers because it moved me and spoke to me.  Thank you, Catie.


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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


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Flinging Poems Into Wind

We seine them up
like dust
in pollen-stained hands,
briefly weight them,
balancing them in minds,
determining worth,
profundity. 

And like those before,
we toss them absently
into wind—
winnowing maple seeds—
whirling them from us—
as we shape lives,
change destinies.

Now, 
they seem to flit
to nothingness,
like us—
pale night insects
pestering
opal moons,
infestations of night
thickly settling
on the liquid glass
of our tongues.



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Secret Cries

My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see. Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness. My heart hinders to collapse and deflates. Completely of decay, secretly lessen for the amounts of importance. Shedding everyday by natural process, my cries are easier to hide. Hidden behind my diluted mask of faulty smiles, I portray when you are around. As I wear with grace, deceiving you with an illusion of happiness. I die a little more inside. A cast away of pain, a cavity is what I became. Over dosing the quantity heartbreak, so overwhelmed my heartaches. Now begin causing the feeling of great sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrows. My secret cries of agony, a thought to die is where my truth lies. Memories are influencing misery, emotionally and physically. What hides behind my smile is vulnerability. My cries vocalize, overflowing with tears burns my insides. My heart is a furnace that burns for cremating my flesh of lies. Keeps me feeling, as thou I am no longer alive. Always walking through the crowd with my head up high, fore these feelings no one will ever find. My secret cries therefore shall die when I die. Then there will be no longer any secret cries to hide. Nevertheless, until the day I leave this earth, my cries shall stay buried alive.


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I'm Your King

A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.


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when

if i wanted to kiss you
would you stand still
if i wanted to be with you
could we both time kill
if i held your hand
would you understand
or carress your cheek
would you be meek
if i whispered in your ear
would you hear
if i look into your eyes 
would they lie
and tell me something else
that my heart is saying
if i wanted to love you
with all my heart
would that be smart
if i made you my reason to live
would it be worth everything i give
and if i said i love you
would you hold those words above you
forsaking all others as the preacher said
being mine and to no others lead
then my heart belongs to you
remember, to no other will i be true
with this poem i make this pact 
and with my hopes i hope you act
fill in all the love that i lack
and as for doubts
we could fill up the cracks


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Initials on a Tree

I sign your initials on an old tree And surround it with a heart of desire I want the world out there to come and see The world needs to see our heart completely That’s been put on this tree with love and fire I sign your initials on an old tree People want to view this tree tenderly It’s not like the tree sits on any mire I want the world out there to come and see Heart is formed with love eventually The tree should never be placed on a pyre I sign your initials on an old tree Formed are letters of our names perfectly All the letters put on smoothly not dire I want the world out there to come and see The world can see our kind heart lovingly Our love together shall never expire I sign your initials on an old tree I want the world out there to come and see
Russell Sivey Entered into Anne Currin's "Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)" contest 3/24/2013


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Michael

A Poet , a dreamer , a man named Michael.
Named after my father and also a saint.
Drifting through time with my pen I paint.
Just a soul gliding in and out of God's cycle.

My name is known as the Godfather's last son.
Also a star who wore a little white glove.
But mostly just me who writes from love.
An Angel I'm not , but there's no harm in my fun.

Though I'm not Michael the second.
I tried to fill my dad's big shoes.
We coached together whether win or lose.
Such times imbedded in my heart as his son.

Now my own man and later in life poet.
I share my life in words to those who can't see me.
I hope to touch a few of those who read and feel me.
Each new write is another way for me to show it.

Now you have a clearer view of Michael your friend.
A confused life at times but now has found his sight.
With Rosanna by my side all is good, and life is just right.
I'm stronger for it all and never will this heart bend.



"What's In a Name Contest" by The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup


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A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


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The Battle Within

A constant battle rages between my heart and mind.
The stress of my decision the devil himself must have assigned.
"Your health and sanity are in jeopardy" screams my brain.
"Don't dare let him go" shrieks my heart in agonizing pain.  

My heart says:
"He's the one for you, you never felt this way before
You ache when away from him, he's the one that you adore.
Be patient with him for in time he will change his ways
Just remember the good times and how he sets your senses ablaze."

My brain says:
"In the years that you have known him, you haven't seen a change.
He's still insecure and jealous, doesn't that seem a little strange.
He believes what he wants to believe and thinks you are a liar.
You let your self become a target and he does not hesitate to fire." 

My heart says: 
"He's been through a lot, just show him the strength of your love.
One day he realize you stood by him when push came to shove.
What if he is my soul-mate.......is that not worth the fight?
Just follow me, 'your heart' and everything will be all right."

My brain says:
"There should be no shoving, insane questioning and childish games.
He would never hurt you and make you cry if he loves you like he claims.
No matter how much you reassure him, he can't seem to get past his issues
He acts like your judge and jury, you'll be forever crying in wad of tissues. 
 
My heart says:
"But don't you see, I'll be crying anyway, I will be broken and beyond repair.
I promised him that I would never let him go, to give up on love seems so unfair.
People search all their lives for that one special person, I truly believe he's mine!
If we can get beyond this madness I know we can once again be on cloud nine."

My brain says:
"Then buck up, stop your tears and for my sanity don't take any more crap.
You're too damn soft hearted, stop letting yourself fall into a turbulent emotional trap.
Life is too short to be unhappy even for a day, I know on this point we both agree.
Just continue to give your all and try your best......... what will be, will be!


"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead." ~Adele~


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Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
My Poetry on PoetrySoup

Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ 
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ 
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.  

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.


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Truth Be Told

"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"


Precious and so innocent the heart of a young child.
The heart produces feelings of warmth and love so 
hard to explain.
As one reaches their teenage years these feelings
become more noticeable to them.
The mind says one thing and the heart says another.

We are left wondering which feeling to follow those
of the heart or those of the mind.
I chose to follow my mind and not my heart and I 
wonder to this day...
What would have been had I not been scared and 
followed my heart instead of my mind.
Truth be told maybe I am better off not knowing.

For P.D.'s "Truth Or Dare Contest"
Written by: Carol Brown
Written on: 02/28/2012
5th Place Winner


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Knowing Kelly

The name Kelly means "bright-headed",
according to the internet.
A fine attribute that doesn't quite describe me yet
because, you see, I could not go to college
and be properly taught.
I came from a poor background
where a good education could not be bought.
So, I have no choice but to write from the heart,
it's not perfect, but it is my form of art.

My first name is Irish, though my ancestry is German.
Just to make sure, I looked it up on Wikipedia.
I am shy, so you're not likely to find me
on any form of social media.
I am very careful when I choose a friend,
they have to be someone who I can trust and depend.
My friends know that I'm loyal, and when I listen, I hear.
I will always be there for them, 
through every smile and tear.

When I'm not writing my hobby is photography,
which inspires new words from the beauty I see.
Often you will find me reading alone in my room
with classic rock music turned up on high volume,
or watching an old movie filmed in black and white
whether it be a comedy or a thrilling, silent fright.

I am no one's wife and no child's mother,
and I never had anyone to call a sister or a brother.
I was a lonely, only child, and I am still,
an empty shell that only poetry or love can fill.
I work at a factory job on the graveyard shift,
being a true night owl causes my mind to dream and drift.

My middle name is Robin, which means "bright-fame"
though, I am not here just to play the fortune game.
I am known to be sweet in the comments that I write,
yet, my poems can be sad and as dark as the night.
I guess this makes me a mystery to many of you
but, really read me and you will discover the clue.







Written by: Kelly Deschler
SKAT's Keep It Real Contest




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Rebirth

Ignite,
The missing light,
Forget,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

'Cause,
The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

'Cause,
Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

So,
Don't judge,
For what you see,
Judge,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

And,
Listen,
To your heart,
'Cause,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

So,
Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

Remember,
That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...


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Your pain

Your pain Why do I feel your pain still When I left of my own free will My mind is heavy with the burdens you build Yet my heart is still tender And vulnerable to your every will When you’re hurting and making bad choices Your voice still touches my every emotion How is it that I still feel your pain Even when I have nothing left to gain Yes, I love you still But be with you, I never, ever will. You had my heart from the very start And slowly our love began to part Two became one, until one was none Off in separate ways for more than 365 days So how is it that to this day Your pain still finds its way Into my life and in my heart where it stays Lay


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Harry

Subject:  Harry  
From:  Mandy Tams The Golden Girl  
Message: 
To my new brother Harry 
I send these words to you 
We haven’t had long together 
But you know these words are true. 

We shared experiences as children 
Even though an ocean apart 
My love I send as a sister 
The love from a sister’s heart. 

Your heart you gave many years ago 
To your sweet and lovely Lenore 
I pray that she is waiting 
And you get your dreams and more. 

You touched a piece of me 
That I thought was well hid 
With the story of your life 
And to the mire you felt you slid 

But you have loving friends 
That are there to give you love 
And from my heart I thank them 
And I will pray to the heavens above. 

That you will receive what you seek 
All you felt you missed in life 
That you will finally be together 
You and Lenore, your beautiful wife. 
© 20/01/2013 Mandy 

Thank-YOU, so very much. HUGS and Kisses
YOUR Brother...Harry

This POEM was written to me by
Mandy Tams the Golden Girl
        MY SISTER

 
 



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The Nose

 
                                                           
                                                            Though 
                                                          My 
                                                       Nose,
                                                    Small
                                                And
                                              Not
                                          Well 
                                        Formed,
                                     Still
                                  I like it
                               For I 
                           Can
                        Smell
                     You,
                  Very 
               Lovely
            Scent-
            Your
             Poetry, 
                 Perfume
                      For my soul!


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Sometimes I Feel Beautiful

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful
Driving along thinking about what I’m about to do brings a smile to my face. Without a doubt my hair and nails make a big difference in the way I feel about myself! When I look pretty; I feel pretty.
Today my nails will be done in pink and white, oh yes, perfect they shall be. Nothing short of looking delicate and refined I tell myself. I am so excited; the anticipation brings joy into my heart and laughter to my lips! 
My hair appointment is closing in. High lights and shaping adds a playful and fun demeanor. Beautiful is how it’s going to look and beautiful is how I’ll feel. I almost need to pinch myself for I wonder is this really happening to me! Tears sting my eyes and giggles flow forth. Yes; this is my life and this is happening to me!
Thinking of my new makeup and how youthful I’m going to look brings joy into this heart of mine. I can hardly wait to put it on as the excitement builds; I dance around and giggle. I feel so beautiful thinking how perfect I’ll look with everything finished.
At times I tell myself, “I know he loves me, I can tell”. The glowing in his eyes seems to sparkle with love and passion. My Heart beats a little faster as excitement and wonder fills my entire being! Yes, this is how it should always be, a life filled with joy and laughter.
Finding ways to look beautiful helps me feel beautiful. It’s this that causes me to giggle and dance about. The unbridled excitement loosened, flowing through my veins fills me with love and wanting. Tomorrow just maybe this joy will add new meaning and direction causing me to continue feeling beautiful..
                                                                                           Debbie Knapp


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Regrets

love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure 
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created 
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living 
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure 
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day... until that day
yet i have never stoped loving you
with all my power
i cannot pause my affection 
for one single hour
mine is to suffer endlessly
and to never forget your name
from this day forward 
I'll always feel the same
i'll always take you back 
no matter what you do
it's a given fact
that i'll always love you
no matter what you are to me
you'll always have my heart
no matter what you do to me 
you'll always own a part
so with this wounded heart
i still give my life to you
with a foolish heart
i swear my love to you


Details | Free verse | |

Within The Clouds

it stormed again in her heart last night
     wild slashing rain
driving hard against the walls
     battering the beat
     and riding the heat
shattering wailing zephyrs
this tempest bemoans her

it stormed again in her heart last night
      hard pulsing thunder
and raw rhythms that quake
and she alone to feel the pain
stark and dark Kentucky rain
tearing past her guard
to lay blasted and bleeding

it stormed again in her heart last night
where daffodils should bloom
where the sun light is cast aside
and tulips weaken and fold
     cherries lose their hold
lightening has shadowed eyes
willow boughs must always weep

it stormed again in her heart last night
as she alone watched the sun die
fragile hands, and hollow cheeks
    torn and worn, the shattered
in the red and blue that mattered
in a dark lake beneath the crying moon
     that is where the tears go


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Forever Lusting

As I take my right hand and gently lay it across my chest, I begin to take a long deep breath. With my eyes shut tight every heart beat genuinely whispering cries I belong to you. Visualizing moving heaven and earth I thirst to touch you. Your love I lust…I yearn for you to wipe my tears if I shall ever cry. Your arms to hold me tight, your promised remarks of everything will be alright. Implying you’re here till the end of time. I lust to see your smile up close, to feel your heart beat as you hold me close. Lusting to be your wife, as God made water into wine I will make sure your forever mines. I lust to see you cry on our wedding day to be consumed with desire for my love you craved. Therefor never feeling like you’re less of a man. You know it’s you I cherish, our love so devoted. I will never judge you, my love is so true. I shall forever love you. Yearning for everything from you, lusting I adore you. As I hunger for your touch, so envious waiting. Impatient for your intimate kisses, I’m desperately seeking your intense lusting sexual attention. Your love is my weakness...My body itches to be your apprentice. I relinquish my body to you as a lifetime licorice. Craving your licking loving the closeness, my body quenches. My lips quiver as your tongue leaves its signature. Long strokes below my waist line, I vocalize for your appetite. As I lust into your eyes my passion erupting. I get greedy and needy craving your energy. Anticipation is all over me. Butterflies in my belly burn with intimacy, orgy devoted to our overindulgence fling….Forever Lusting


Details | Villanelle | |

Her Tears of Sorrow

Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Tenderly I stroke her hair in my fingers Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong She hurts by the world’s events and its throng The pain she holds seems to always linger Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along I offer her my shoulder for to cry on This thing in her life sure presents a zinger Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong I hate to see crying, I hold her hours long I’m always here for her, she’s a real ringer Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along In my heart each tear surely collects upon Her soul comes out for she is the bringer Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong If you think we’re not meant to be, you're wrong Our love is two harmonious believers Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong
Russell Sivey


Details | Rhyme | |

My Grandfathers Bilum

Bilum is a type of woven bag in Papua New Guinea (PNG)
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How grandfather’s bilum, which
Across my father’s bare chest,
In a loving embrace slung.
Like the Leleki baskets’ blest
How while so pregnant swung.

How dwelleth he my father in its rich
Splendour till handing-over of its rest,
Then over my clothed chest again sways.
O this old bilum! like all other blest
No longer is laden with in my days.

For its treasures I search in earnest,
That I may grandfather’s mind know.
O this bilum is no longer pregnant!
Along the way, maybe some time ago,
How many treasures fade; this instant

Till my sleep, I’ll summon eagerness
To my modern soul strengthened to seek.
Grandfather’s treasures may be hidden;
Yet through a new eye must I ever peek
For glimpses my days have forbidden.

By: Jeffrey Febi        25 Oct 2010


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THE PROTECTOR OF THE UNAWARE

THE PROTECTOR OF THE UNAWARE

In the great hall walls sung with gold
Silk threads reflect the free fed fires
Stoked high to chase the brutal cold
From listeners as they crowded round

The winter nights wrapped round the thoughts
Of  raging bold and  timid weak
For in the starkness dark has bought
There is a time for Truth tho bleak

When hearts lie fallow with the fields
Awaiting musty earth's spring call
Tis time for dwelling in the past
And staunchly facing life's downfalls

Sometimes there stands a heartless man
Who forced a virgin maid astray
Fails to regret felonious act
That crushed her blooming life that day

But in the dead of winter's nights
When sleep flies shattered with the storm
The man without a conscience bite
Is grabbed as terrors round him swarm

Face of the lovely soiled—beguiled--
Sways not his faithless heart of stone
But fear that swallows light from stars
Swirls horror-- brands him man alone

No faithless heart cares where it cuts
No brutal lies attempt a balm
But vengeance blows upon the winds
To right the path of careless wrong

Sweet treasured is proud Nature’s prize
She guards the simple hearts born pure
Tragic to her when anguish cries
Sees evil treats them as obscure


Sweet are the innocent of earth
Fragile their hearts and tragic cares
They have a champion, though unknown--
Protector of the unaware



Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
1/1/13


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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 | Free verse | |

POE IN TREE

I have dropped my pains on pages of poems,
the ink in my pen treasures my groans,the 
quill is my sword, with edges sharp enough
to sculpt the perfect picture, the quill is the
only thing you got when those devils try to 
get ya, the only warmth when those men or
women forget ya, I bet ya a million bucks 
and yes it sucks, but poetry is more than
just writing, its healing, remedy of feeling, 
dealing with the worst of you,  quenched the
thirst of you, a doctor or a nurse to you, 
sometimes you  get delusions and think it
gave birth to you, as it pours on its immensity
of worth on you, that's what enchanting words
will do.



One day I gave poe to a dying tree 
now it has grown it looks fine to me, boy oh 
boy the tree said to me, if it wasn't for your 
poe in tree  another day I wouldn't have seen,
but now I have STRONG roots running below
city's a million  feet strong and a billion feet 
long and I can stand to bear the blues jay on 
my branches, with songs all day long, I wrote his 
song it went like this poe in tree poe in tree gave
ETERNAL bliss to thee, oh by the way, I am
the tree saved by poe in tree poetry poetry


Details | Free verse | |

My Midnight Grace

As I lay me 
down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to take
if I shall die
before I wake
please watch me God
all through the night
and wake me and my loved
ones
at morning light
please help me 
become successful
with the endeavors I seek
please send me a soul mate
in which I can keep
everlasting love
passionate heat
please grant me the serenity
to know right from wrong
and be able to lead
by example
strive to overcome
any downfall
please keep my spirit strong
through the issues
that toil in my soul
I aspire for diamonds in life lord
and all around me 
I see coal
I aspire to turn things around
for I feel my wishes have fallen
upon deaf ground
my heart has no voice
they struggle to hear my sound
I pray to be taken
away from my daily
battles, that humble
although compared to others
in the world
its not much trouble
to me, I feel
my spirit is caged
and yearns to be free
King of all Kings
in your image, you 
made me
you already know
each single step
my individual thought
you divinely bound me
in mothers womb
my existence you sought
bless me with the
chance to be
the person in which
you hoped for me
to soar like an eagle
dipping my talons of success
in life's sea
grant me an optimistic attitude
for that is the key
Amen to Thee



Details | ABC | |

Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



Details | Ballad | |

Stone by Stone

I have a wall you cannot see
Because it's deep inside of me.
It blocks my heart on every side.
And helps emotions there to hide.
You can't reach in,
You can't reach out,
You wonder what it's all about.

The wall I built that you can't see
Results from insecurity.
Each time my tender heart was hurt
The scars grew worse and worse.
So stone by stone,
I built a wall,
That's so thick it will not fall.

Please understand that it's not you-
Continue trying to break through.
I want so much to show myself
And love from you will really help.
So bit by bit,
Chip at my wall,
Till stone by stone it starts to fall.

I know the process will be slow-
It's never easy to let go.
Of hurts and failures long ingrained,
Upon one's heart from years of pain.
I'm so afraid,
To let you in,
I know I might get hurt again.

I try so hard to break the wall,
But seem to get nowhere at all.
For stone upon each stone I've stacked,
And left between them not a crack.
The only way,
To make it fall,
Is imperfections in the wall.

I did the best I could to build
A perfect wall, but there are still
A few small flaws, which are key
Please use each flaw,
To use a crack,
To knock a stone off the stack.

For just as stone by stone was laid,
With every hurt and every pain.
So stone by stone the wall will break,
As love replaces everyone.
Please be the one,
Who shares enough,
To find the flaws, no matter what.


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? - Finding True Love - ?

True love - In him was the breath of life given, now the Creator Greatest creation (man)
asorb's the life of a human being.  Being, from the image of an Omnipotent (GOD) from above.
Real passion - Let there be light, now the Creator begin's an unfallable phase of power
and passion.  He-he spoke into existence the foundation of his world, he take's dark-
ness and maketh day and then he say's the firmament that shall be the water of the earth 
he loved it so, that he place fish and whale's and all the creature's for the ocean, and it
gave him "Satisfaction".
Unity - In him (Adam) was there True Love bestowe unto him (Eve) and God (The Creator)
test their commitment to him by the will of obesience.  They fail, mankind is seperated
from the Unity of the Creator (GOD) plan's and Sin that even challenge's the explorata-
tion of an Omnipotent Order as it enter the temptation of man.  Adam as intelligent as
he is. The creator who hates sin so much. Has to come full force (In his own order) with the
"lust of the flesh", of his creation.  But he who is the All-Mighty his thoughts is above
mankind best thought's. He employ's Noah for a mission of Unity.  And if you never
have experience true love in your life. "Read About It", (Bible) I quarantee you'll find
answer's to question's that has put a bitter taste of confusion in your Boarder. (limitation)
(E)verlasting love - Many of us think love is found lying on our back's.  Many think that
little piece of meat hanging between our leg's (Men's) is the source of true love.
But by the time one figure's out the "True Meaning of Love".  Year's come and go, and
the sun will have shine upon your morning's over a thousand times.  Everlasting Love -
that Adam & Eve overlooked because of unbridle feeling's, that told them differently and
this manifested love, when it is found will smile upon you knowingly and with possitive
meaning.  Ressurrected love onto Heaven(and from the grave) can be seen in the beauty    
of a Dove. "Finding True Love".
  


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It's Time to Change

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


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why lie

Lies hurt the love and especially all the trust people put in you. 
Everyday You wake up saying to yourself,  It's ok to lie. 
No one's going to find out or bring it out in the open. 
I can hold on to a heart full of love and trust for another day.
Knowing it would cause pain and the all the love and trust they 
have would disapear instantly.

So why keep lying and filling her head and heart full of dreams 
that You know will never come true.  Only leaving her with nothing
Just the lies You told.

In the end is it really worth trying to hold on to her love. Being bound by 
the lies you told.  Now leaving her to deal with a broken heart.  And
watching her world crumble into pieces.  As the tears of pain slide down
her face.  

As you walk away. While saying nothing but I'm sorry.  I never meant to 
hurt you. Over and Over again.  Trying to figure out how to make a peaceful
exit out of her life.  

Your left thinking was it worth losing an angel's heart by lying. Now she's gone.


Details | Ghazal | |

My Love for You Remained

My Love for You Remained

What torment is there greater than love so feigned?
For despite great pain, my love for you remained.

Thy passions, ignoring dreams, lust sought and claimed.
Crying, all the while, my love for you remained.

Dry promises, from your lips, enslaved my brain.
My heart clung to hope; my love for you remained.

Although thoughts void of hope endured great pain.
As joys slipped away, my love for you remained.

Secret lovers revealed that our love lie stained.
Contrived excuses, my love for you remained.

Friends told me that believing you was inane.
But without complaint, my love for you remained.

Lust, like a lion flaunting his mane… ingrained.
Wishes not yet won, my love for you remained.

Mockery, criticism and anger reigned.
Desertion came; and my love for you remained.

Adoration ended as my heart maintained.  
Defeat proclaimed.  But my love for you remained.



© Name withheld for the Contest
January 29, 2010

Poetic form: Ghazal


Details | I do not know? | |

REVELATION

     
     
      Like a rose by autumn broken,
      losing charm of wound in the frost,
      so with a tear in me 
      your heart -my heart hurts.
      And I'm not care not color nor bird,
      no feel sorry for this tiny drass,
      in each image and star I found
      see a shadow of your trail not once,
      captured by the visual fraud,
      fly like free butterfly in your sections 
      and search and call, but you're not
      your are not a bird nor a blade,you are
      just a piece of my heart and breath....


     
                                   
                                                   /"REVELATION" -Natalia Georgieva/


Details | Narrative | |

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!


Details | Etheree | |

For Constance ~ a Rambling Poet ~

Rambling along the constant turns of that 
path she was born to tread, a poet 
sees nature’s  beauty unfolding
before her. As she absorbs
its song, her soul becomes
a soft implement.
She is painting
the story 
of her
life.


For a Constance ,Rambling Poet,
"Poems Have Wings" Contest


Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


Details | Quatrain | |

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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the truth about masterpieces

drifting beyond the lightest cloud
(pastel clowns in post mortem rain parade)
cascading in the cold moon dust
to shed this latest mascarade

wounded memories hang from the mind
(autumn berries quivering three quarters past prime)
when did "mediocre" pock the virgin tree,
when devils told us," painting by numbers
was just mindless barb and babble"
not a feathered masterpiece?

your very first epiphany,
an evening frost pon tender leaf
even that...nothing really unique...
they should have stated the slate cold truth
as soon as we could breathe.





Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Heart Bleeds Tears

My Heart Bleeds Tears 
By Jim Campbell


My heart bleeds tears
For the voices 
I can no longer hear
For the hands I can
No longer hold
My eyes cry
Like a river
That tears through
The land
Never ending
Never ceding
Washing away my heart
I watch as your essence  
flows away
The memories 
The joys
In my mind still stay
Yet the thoughts
Of never seeing you
Come washing in
As do the fears
That are always here
And then 
My heart bleeds tears….. 


Details | Free verse | |

THE REBEL

The Hollywood hills still echoes with his 
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
Generation.
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic twist of fate, James Dean's
Name became immortalized as an epic tragedy,
Of youthful hearts seeking to be wild and free,
Without any consequences.
A teen idol who went out in a blaze of glory, 
Revving His engine hell bound for destiny's,
Rock-n-roll Hall of Fame.
A nation wept in despair mourning for the
Loss of one so young and full of life.
Sorrows children cried in disbelief laying roses,
At his final resting place.
The jukeboxes remained silent with respects,
Reverence, and bikers gave him a rebel send off.
A generation whom believed they were bullet proof,
Realized how human life could be extinguished, 
Within the flash point of on coming head lights.
James Dean's ashes were swept away swallowed,
Whole by time itself.
Now he's nothing but a tarnished star in histories,
Memorabilia case on display for all to see,
And remember, this the first easy rider. 
JFK dream vision illusion of Camelot has faded to gray,
And Elvis now sings in a more heavenly chorus,
In the great beyond.
But before these man took the center stage, another
Walked the thin line of immortality's rebel fighting,
For a cause.
One lone figure rides into the night across freedoms,
Highway, and his name was James Dean.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







Details | Free verse | |

Let this go

Let this go... 

I keep telling myself the same old things. 
I want to feed my feelings red bull so they can finally fly away 
and leave me be. 
Cause red bull is suppose to give you wings. Right?  

Let this go...

Leave me sane for once.
I've spent too much time drying
wet eyes from tears that shouldn't be falling.

Let this go... 
I wish I could defy my heart.
Go a different direction than the one it wants to go.
Choose someone it doesn't want to know. 

Let this go... 
Leave temptation behind. 
Occupy my mind and heart with something good. 
Let situations be like they should. How they would have been.
Don't you want to escape the misery that your living in? 

Let this go... 
Be happy. 
Be free. 
Jump out the screen.
Be 3D like the movies. 
Leave old habits at the door. 
Leave hurt feelings on the floor. 
JUST LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND.

Let this go... 
It's what I tell my mind everyday. 
If only my heart would listen. 
It won't let it go.... 
 


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In Her Fathers Arms

The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky. A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye. She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime. She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time” She opens the window, and climbs outside, Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide. Its glow shows the sides of the street. She’s afraid for what the light will meet Bodies piled everywhere she turns, She wants to go home, and never return. What brought this fate upon her town? All her emotions are stripped and torn down. A frightening sound explodes in her ear. Shadows in the road now appear. She run and hides behind a broken wall Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall. Footsteps coming closer to her She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur She backs away further so not to be seen in light, Quieting her heart pounding from fright. Gun shots and screams fill the air, All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear. A slight whimper slips from her lips, And over the broken stone she trips. The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear, She wishes they would just disappear. They pass by her; she fills with delight, She just wants to see her dad tonight. She shines the light, to show her place, And to the shine comes a familiar face. She doesn’t understand who’s to blame Because on the tag shows her father’s name. She holds in her tears and refrains from crying. She falls to the ground where her dad was lying. She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest. She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest. The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see, How close the end for her would be. They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire. Being with her dad is her only desire. The night had ended causing a little girl harm But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.


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we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!


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The Story of Joshua Bell

They don't speak
those walls
only absorb
scraps of life
the stench of urine
lucky pennies
desperate art
and a ringing clamber of voices
that move with every rush of air
down winding subway tunnels
 
here life collides 
in status
and in thunders
those walls
bear witness 
to many miseries
and many wonders 
 
on this day
the subway walls
mesmerised by a sight
never seen before
lamented 
the death of beauty
as it passed thousands
gracefully 
and ignored
 
rushing
skirts, pants, collars, cologne
rushing
fingers, slender, darting in a blur
hollow 
minds, tempers, hellos and goodbyes
hollow 
music, echoing, not a soul does it stir
lost
man to the intricate beauty of pattern
lost
eyes of passerbys to the empty roundabouts of life
fickle
strings snapping with the stress of exertion
fickle 
ambition, love, expectation and strife
 
they were all mixed together
in a bowl of concrete walls
they whirled
six of Bach's greatest works
a handcrafted violin
from 1713
played by one of the greatest
violinists
in the world
 
he played incognito
only six people stopped
20 gave him money
and then continued 
to walk
 
a three year old boy
was drawn 
to the sound
his mother let him 
listen
his eyes wide
and astound
but watches soon tick
and they tick too loud
and they drive 
the crowd forward
as if stopping
is not allowed
 
Joshua Bell
let his bow fall limp
as the last of his music
was swallowed 
by the whitenoise
of life
and screeching 
metro trains
the only sound 
of applaud
soon stolen
by a new rush of air 
 
the subway walls
silent
reflect
people would find peace
in the thick of life
if only
they would
connect. 


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Juxtaposition

Meeting you, Baby, began pain's departure.
Changing each raindrop to kisses and sunshine. 
Can you hear my heart beat each time you are near me?
Can you feel our rhythm in sweet modulation?
Yeah!  Seeing you, Baby, sends my spirit high-rising.
Fills up my daydreams with sweetness enchanting.

Refrain:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ... Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
I can feel me changing, my life rearranging. 
I love this transition, you juxtaposition!
Life is a passage; so let's go to heaven.
You and me, Baby, forever and ever.
Ah, ah!  Ah, ah!  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.

I love this transition, you juxtaposition!
Living out daydreams with you is exciting.
Dark clouds lost, forever sending sunshine in rain,
Enchanting me, Baby, I feel your love so fine.
Can you feel my heart beat each time you embrace me?
Can you feel our rhythm in sweet modulation?

Refrain:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ... Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
I can feel me changing, my life rearranging. 
I love this transition, you juxtaposition!
Life is a passage; so let's go to heaven.
You and me, Baby, forever and ever.
Ah, ah!  Ah, ah!  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.

Loving you, Baby, dark clouds gone, forever
Changing each sorrow to kisses with your flame. 
I can feel your heart beat when you embrace me?
I can feel your rhythm when we are juxtaposition!
Loving you, Baby, sends my soul to the sky.
Reality knows that for you I would die.

Refrain:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ... Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
I can feel me changing, my life rearranging. 
I love this transition, you juxtaposition!
Life is a passage; so let's go to heaven.
You and me, Baby, forever and ever.
Ah, ah!  Ah, ah!  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.

Repeat Refrain
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ... Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
I can feel me changing, my life rearranging. 
I love this transition, you juxtaposition!
Life is a passage; so let's go to heaven.
You and me, Baby, forever and ever.
Ah, ah!  Ah, ah!  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.


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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


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EULOGY FOR THE ELDON GALLERY, WATERLOO


Once a place that sold cultivated pigment, the shop has become a catacomb,
Windows entombed by cardboard boxes, deprived of the merest hint of life and
I wonder if the gallery owner had intended a display of irony or focused rage. 

Gone, the watercolour weeping chartreuse, its soft backdrop of midnight blue,
And the oil on wood with knife strokes applied so thickly, it almost moved, 
Charcoal sketches of thunderstorms hitting the shores of Port Elgin, greys loud. 

Dark now the halls that had sheltered dreamscapes, art of all disciplines and sizes,
Squeezing themselves into corners and elbowing each other for my attention.
I ache for that one perfect dove that called to me from an azure sky, the one who 

knew my name, but I did not have the funds to take him home to my little cage.
He deserved a rectory or a view that would at least provide a kind of sanctuary.
Oh, how his wings had beat against pulse points and one of his feathers tickled

out a memory of a robin that had flown towards a cloudless sky, but instead had 
collided with a picture window; the contact point marred by a red, sickle shaped 
smear, and my grandmother had carefully wrapped the corpse in yesterday’s news.

I had trudged out to the garbage can, unseen, found the poor thing in its shroud, 
Snuck out to the garden and buried it amongst tall phlox and florid snap dragons,
I’d succumbed to tears, wrenched by a world where beauty is fragile and disposable.

Today people walk along the street, wearing blinders, holding devices that fail to
signal that something living and real slowly starved to death, atrophied, and I watch
a happy child point to a puddle, but her mother fails to see the large coin it holds.

I recall a portrait that had enraptured like a sun shower, reminiscent of light and rain, 
A girl traipsing waves, almost overtaken, her footsteps disappearing under foam…
And I silently apologize to those artists unmet, the ones who continue to meet panes. 







*Please click on the About my Poem link to see a picture of what inspired this poem... It has been closed for a while, but today, I walked past it and remembered the lovely art that I had once appreciated, yet was never able to afford. 


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Nevermore

With the weather cold and dry
My mind wanders far and wide
Within the future things in store
Negative thoughts, nevermore

Of course the mind can think of horrible thoughts
The pain that left the memory, not forgot
Until one day, it returns to life
To fear it with your heart, nevermore

This stone inside is your sanctuary
Not to be broken or to make one wary
Demons from the past surround your love
Let these Legion win, nevermore

Alas, true lovers can fight them off
Not lie, bicker, hate or scoff
Predict the weather tomorrow pleasant
Allow the rain to come, nevermore

You cannot allow this darkness to thrive
To swarm your soul like a hornets’ hive
Beware of those who intend to kill
Let them take your heart, nevermore

Titles are a trivial thing
Would phones or your heart start to ring?
When your darling returns home in your arms
Let the outside in, nevermore

For you and our love are all that matter
My heart and soul come together in patter
For my weakness is your voice
Allow us to be apart, nevermore


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Fill It With Him (Mid Swap)


There is no love, without our God; 
Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~
I cannot stay if He’s not there,
A sense of loss would fill the air. 

Fill this house with truer faith
Let, our hearts hope in Him always --
He‘ll heal spiritual beggars,
His glory abounds forever…

Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~
There is no love without our God.

Enter, for the kingdom is nigh,
Reach in and ask He’ll not deny.
There are blessings awaiting you,
Hope in Him, and He’ll see you through…

Open your heart, for it is home
Remember God is on the throne ~
When despair strikes – Give it to God, 
Search your heart and home it’s not hard ~

Adell Foster©2009 Adell1



Comments: Mid Swap: Created by Jenny Buzzard from England. This is a strict structure that 
repeats the first and last line as a center couplet. A syllable count of eight per line with 
rhyme scheme as follows:

A1abb
ccdd
A4A1
eeff
ggaA4 


Details | Elegy | |

My LENORE

How Blessed is she, to be with Thee
My only Prayer, she waits for me
With clouds in the sky, I sit and Cry
Why so young, did she have to die?
My Broken Heart has LOVE denied

I remember her kiss, A Heavenly Bliss
The love in her eyes, I intensely miss
I reminisce of Forever LOVE, so pure
Her Heart of gold, shall always endure
A Broken Heart, Her LOVE is the cure

Softly singing, are the Bagpipes and Fife
In Honor of my Dearest Most Beloved Wife
Living the joyful fulfillment of Eternal Life
FOREVER and ALWAYS I whisper my LOVE
Until We Entwine again , in HEAVEN Above

Inspired By Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest : " ELegy "
Dedicated in Memory of Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson


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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


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Is This : " LOVE ? "

My Life : FOREVER
 My LOVE : ETERNAL
My Tears :  BLESSINGS
My LOVE : IMMORTAL
My Fears : RELINQUISHED
My HEART : YOURS

My Eyes : See YOU
My Ears : Hear YOU
My Lips : Taste YOU
My Hands : Caress YOU
My Breath : Inhales YOU
My HEART : YOURS

    ( CONTINUED )

Author’s Note :  This is a Birthday POEM
To “ LENORE ELLEN ( Adams ) JOHNSON “
           MY LOVE , FOREVER
              November 4 , 1951


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No more tears

When you first left I could not cry
I never shed a tear
I found myself so all alone
taken over by the fear

I went for days my heart enslaved
it was more than I could bare
So hard for me to finally see
my love you would not share

Why is it when our hearts are broken
we try so hard to find a token
Just some little thing to hold on to
a remembrance of a love once true

I found a poem you wrote for me
its purpose was so plain to see
You spoke of love and life a new
It made me want to cherish you

I read it several times within
and then again out loud
It was then my heart did wither so
as if covered by a shroud

I remember falling to my knees
and calling out your name
I knew right then my life would change
and never be the same

I pulled myself up off the floor
and ventured to the door
and as I walked outside to breathe
my tears began to pour

I cried all day and into night
I had no will I could not fight
I cried so long and hard it seemed
an endless flow of tears did stream

Inside myself I went that day
contented less yet doomed to stay
I have not cried out loud since then
I have no tears left here to spend

Perhaps the day will come once more
when I may venture out that door
And lift this pain upon my heart
Reach out and give new love a start...


Contest:   Tear           Sponsored by Paula Swanson


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


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ONLY IN A DREAM

--------------

dreams of nothing
what more can i say

SKAT


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Pisces

I am love, 
more than lost. 
I am more artist, than living person.
I will not give you the look in my eye,
Nor the eye of the storm. 
Or any other mechanical thought 
That beams from the corners of my 
mouth.

It is the world, 
Changing like the weather
Weaving storms into words 
And my voice into clarity.
It pools just like this:
Furious and deep, 
behind the rumination of my eyes. 

I am half fish in this world, 
more lost in the sea, 
than whole in your arms. 
Your sideways glance
Into the well, 
Reminds me of distances I swim
to be heard. 



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Life is a Highway

I've found the road through most of life has potholes well disguised.
Some are there and are so big they trumpet your demise.
So as you travel carefully to miss the ones you see,
You veer into the hidden ones so inadvertently.
That puppy love that stole your heart so many years ago.
Your first real love and moonlight kiss that left your heart aglow.
A mom, a dad, a friend, an aunt, were there and now they're gone.
A pet, a home, a special dream you cherished for so long.
All that God hath given you can quickly fade away,
And nothing can console your heart on that fateful day
Except the hugs and warmth and love of all around who care,
For nothing else can mend a heart but those who love and share.


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.  


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Tried & Tested - into the sunset

I am so far out of my element
It almost seems unreal
When in truth, which I always seek to find
Pretence is all that I feel
In this, my second language
I aim to express the glistening skin
That hides the shallow graves of conscience
Trapped so deep within
The pottery I shape in craft
Though pedistilled and on display
A camouflage that’s merely drafted
words of wisdom most portray
And in the spirit of fairness
As a virtue which we all possess
Accept my resignation
For this sport has had its best 
I’m off to party hard and waste
My life as best as I know how
The animal within this chest
Needs freedom to survive for now
The playing game of words
is but a winding road that’s filled with stone
I’m parched in parts unheeded
As my cluttered soul heads home


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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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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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Choose to be

Written on: 4th and 5th April 2012.
by : sashi.prabhu

The beaten path seems sinewy lean but somnolently long, In my life’s journey, forgot to whiff sweet fragrance flowers beside these paths as I walked along. But I have reconciled and solemnly pledge not to ever repent, nor Cry or weep over my life’s time aimlessly spent Will strive tirelessly to work on creative pursuits, To those conniving rascals standing beside my life’s pathway care two hoots. On my gifts talents and skills focus and resolve, My heart and mind deeply involve and take myself to the next level and I profoundly evolve. Life it has begun to seem to me now very much brighter, My body, mind and heart they all feel joyous nimble and lighter. Have changed myself like the astute breeze, Harmoniously and with simplicity have begun to live my life with ease. Now, I seek inward courage to emphatically say, Looking into their mind’s eyes “please make way”. I have got stuff to do and keep life’s somber and sepulchral processes at bay, My desire now to change is ever firmer than my wish the same to stay. Now I have made up my mind to let them know the truth, I really would not bother if I shatter their “illusions” and sound terribly uncouth…………. I am not what happens to me I am what I choose to be… I am me……… M FOR ME
By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)


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Goodbye

My life is torn between two worlds
Of now and used to be
But all I ever wanted 
Was the world of you and me
Memories of the only love 
That I have ever known
It’s hard to hold them in my heart
But hard to let them go
At times I wonder who I am
Where did I go wrong 
Why am I so lonely 
In a life I don’t belong
I know my heart will never heal
While feeling so much pain
I’ll never find the sunshine 
While I’m following the rain
Too late now for miracles
They wouldn’t change a thing
For someone else’s finger
Now wears your wedding ring
But though our song has ended
You still want us to dance
And though I’m still in love with you
My heart can't take the chance
Forever I will miss you
And forever I will cry, but
To find myself again
I know I have to say goodbye..

By Raina Hutchins


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Letter to a '" Gentle Man " ( Repost )

He was quiet, and so very shy
His Loving " Poetry " , caught my eye

I felt his Tender Heart, flutter for me
I saw his Loving Heart ; Pen POETRY

Beautiful POETRY, and " I "  “The wonder of his words”
My Heart entwines with his, Everlasting LOVE : Endures

Throughout the Eons of Forever I have watched his sadness
My Beloved, Your Eternal Love Always brings my Heart Gladness

You sit beside me, at the Never ending banqueting  tables of Heaven
Alas : do not waste Your Love, waiting to be with me in Eden’s Garden

I see in the window of Your Heart, the mirror of Your Soul
The image in Your eyes, " Barbara Jean " and YOU Picnic on a California Knoll

The fond memories of Your breath, caressing my breast,  are now Hers
My Spirit smiles at Your happiness : Love Her as You do me
My Heart elated to see You Love again , long lost Emotions stir :
Barbara Jean , Take care of and Love  this “Gentle Man” for all Eternity
Bring Joy to his Life again , and to me Satisfaction that He "is" LOVED again

Inspired by Nathan Dilts’ Contest “ The Opposite Sex”
Dedicated to  " Barbara Jean " ; By " Lenore Ellen "
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A PORTRAIT BY HELEN KELLER

Yellow feels like a warm cat in a lap, A soft purr against a cupped hand, Black smells like soil on the grave, White chills the glass of tea, Voice wears a friend’s smile*, Laugh wakes the heart, Song moves feet, Art is ... Love.
By Cyndi MacMillan, For Linda Marie's "Poetic Art" Contest *Helen Keller became deaf and blind after a short but severe illness in her early childhood. She learned to read lips through touch. Helen was highly intelligent and earned a Bachelor of Arts degree at 24. She also wrote several books, one which became the framework for the movie, The Miracle Worker, the story of her early years and her triumph to communicate. She became a political activist and a feminist pioneer. Click on the about this poem link if you can to see Helen listening to Elenaor Roosevelt.


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A Journey

As we travel along with a heart full of song,
We've a dream that hangs on a rope;
Like a lantern of light, shining at night,
She shines on the fair dwelling called hope.

The arms of time roll round as we climb,
And our youth fades fast with the years;
With a soul grown numb, with sorrows we come,
Back to the valley of tears.

Still forward we press with faults to confess,
With hearts that need much repair;
Where glistening gleams on soft sunbeams,
Shines on a world of despair.

All lives need change but the heart can estrange,
A soul from the Father above;
And reviling the rod administered by God,
Brings chastening He calls Love.


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Loved

I love you, did I tell you enough?
I know life has been very tough.

My heart belongs to you.. 
Back to that day I said I do...

Do we have a future together?
Or does it end now and forever?

I love you, these words are heartfelt.
I wanted you to know how I really felt.

I am glad that we are still united as one.
I want our lives and our love to carry on.

I love you, from my heart and my soul.
I want you in my arms to have and to hold.

Today you have to catch your plane.
Starting a new job I couldn't get it arranged.

I have a fear in my heart that it might crash.
Reassuring me, you say you'll be back in a flash.

That night, I got a knock at the front door.
I went numb at the news I heard forsure.

On my telephone, was your voice one last time.
"I love you"...and that ended the line.

On my knees, with my face in my hands.
I lost my only love I did not understand.

My life without my love is tormenting.
Everyday, every night and every morning.

I love you I hope to see you soon one day.
Hoping to have that chance I cry and I pray.


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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.


Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


Details | Narrative | |

At the End of Dr Ram s Words

Yesterday I caught the drift of a word
Almost at the end of Dr. Ram?s words
That I had it all, three in one, with music and no regrets
Stirred my mind and made me think
What regret really means

I suppose Regret is the truant of history
Often sneaking out of the schoolroom of the past to torment present time
...seeking a meek heart to mess with
But time has taught me to be wise
Hence I now know how to turn Regret into a good child
The secret is in offering him the candy of time

The present is just what it means
A present to be justly cherished
If I share it?s gift with the regrets of the past 
Sure, Regret will turn into a good child
And Regret?s deeds will fill my heart with pride

The power is in time
Each a new opportunity eager to be of service 
As soon as yesterday bids bye, today arises to take its place in haste
And it brings in its wake 
...the promise of forgiveness, reconciliation and reconstruction
In each day I find a newer canvas to repaint my dreams
And since yesterday I tried another style and failed
Today I?m that bit wiser
So I will try again with better skill...
To redraw the masterpiece of a life I dream in colours so beautifully vivid

So yes Dr. Ram,
Thanks-a-ram for reminding me how lucky I am
I owe it all to time
For teaching me how to turn Regret into a better child
Filled with lessons which I study 
Tomorrow in my life there?ll be less like his kind

Hey Doc! Thanx-an-awesome-lot 4 the kind words u post of my poems! 
This is especially 4 u!


Details | Ballad | |

Boy and Girl

I feel my mind go wondering back
And let the years unfold
To when I first met you
When we were only twelve years old

So innocent and young we were
Just holding hands together
When we shared our first kiss
I thought you’d stay with me forever

But then as we grew up
I left behind my school girl days
It broke my heart to turn our backs
And go our separate ways

And as the years passed by
I tried to put you from my mind
For I had family ties now
Leaving memories far behind

But you and I had something
That forever would be there
A love that grew from innocence
That no one else could share

And though I tried forgetting
In my heart you did remain
For deep inside I knew one day 
Our paths would cross again

We couldn’t hide our feelings
Though we both knew it was wrong
For we were man and woman now
The boy and girl had gone

But deep inside we’d always known
That 'we' could never be
While you were tied to someone else
I had my family

So once again you walk away
But never will you know
The sadness and the pain inside
The tears I'll never show

The heartache that will stay with me
Until the day I die
For you will always be the love I lost
Who said goodbye...


By Raina Hutchins 
(written for my friend)


Details | Imagism | |

SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE

   SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...

And you'll believe her.

Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.

She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.

But you will KNOW.
You will know.

That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.

That's when you will die.
   
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Feel

What can I say that I haven’t said before
What can I recite to tell how much more
You mean to my world
How that I’ve never felt this with any other girl
Is it simply that I love you
Is it simply that I need you to

Smile again
Smiles take away all the pain
The hurt
That first time I saw you I knew
That first time I held you my heart flew
To these July 8th  cloud nines
And you smell divine
And you make me complete

When your eyes haunt my dreams
And when I hold you it seems 
That time stops
And my heart beat drops 
To zero and I can’t help feeling lost
In your essence 
And your presence in my heart
Clears all the ache and doubt
And sorrow 
I’m in love with our every tomorrow

But these words read so inadequate
Our lives spell out fates 
Intertwined minds in sync 
Praying that I never blink
To never miss these moments 
Can’t miss these signs and omens 
Our love is written in scribes on walls
In heart caves like hieroglyphs 
Sang in ancient songs 
And Greek-God myths 

Sealed in celestial bonds 
You know, it’s written in the stars
Spelled out in cherubic musical bars 
Constellations drawn about our post sun-sets
Capricorn and Scorpio met
In heaven’s playground
I would’ve undoubtedly found an angel

But not till I fell
To earth and got tossed about
In life’s stormy surf caught
Chasing colourless rainbows
Praying for suicidal tomorrows
Losing all hope
Teetering on the edge this cliff
Holding onto the frayed end
Of a tattered rope

Not till my life was empty
Not till this life left me broken
Not till my soul was numb
Not till I was sure I’d never find the one
The other half of my poetic soul
Not till I fell upon your splendour 
When your smiles did their all to render
Me helpless we would fit no less than that
Perfect sunset on a perfect July 8th 
I’d finally be able to feel.


Details | Couplet | |

My Testimony In Verse

I thought one day that I would surely die,
But that was before Jesus, heard my despairing cry.
I knew that only He would have the answer,
For that dread disease we know as cancer.

I fell down at His feet and started praying,
Knowing He would hear what I was saying.
I said dear Lord, a sinner I have been,
And something happened in my life just then.

I prayed from a broken heart that I wouldn't leave life lost,
That He would save my soul regardless of the cost.
He cleansed my heart making it white as snow,
Now ever onward in His name I'll go.

He healed my body making it good as new,
Because He had a job for me to do.
The job He gave for me to do that day,
Was to witness to the lost along life's way.

He took the tongue that I so long abused,
And gave me in its place a tongue unused.
He placed sweet peace and joy within my sinful heart,
Causing me to wish I'd known Him from the start.


Details | Chant Royal | |

You take all of me

Take all of Me

	I always wanted to know why I felt so empty when you went away. I never understood. Why or how can someone 
make me feel this way? My heart is beating, my mind is racing, my hands are shaking. I try to catch my breath, I am lost!! 
I try to hold back my tears. I try to retrace my footsteps and rethink those thoughts. My heart is black, my mind is 
fogged....my lips are sealed. I cant find  all the answers, but I came up with this, “You take all fo me.”


Details | Blank verse | |

Romeo Improv Un-Recorded

Thou lay'st like a rose on deaths pillow
Silent and still, unsoothed by lifes request
Asleep the dawns and days of all and all
Eternity. My lovely Juliet
Wherefore art thou companions company?
Dost thou mockest life? "O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty"
Knows't not you of these intense tears that grow
Onto your soil a river of a kind
Thou body blooms, unscarr'd from cheek to bone
Thus trees and rivers art jealous of thine scent
But be it may thy mouth will ne'er move
Upon itself to echoe, Romeo!
Nay life will ne'er become a friend in hand
And I to life a friend, nay, I think not
The sun and moon shalln't make for watching eyes
To view me with life and not with thee, my love

Thyself I say art bandy with thyself
Yet man of all, I'm troubled at thy race
'Twas not the serpent that reward Eve bale?
And God created man, and bale is man
For in our families doth men collide
To often foredo every innocent thing
With swords where-in great morning and lights night
Tis fineless feuds our families perform
What bravery to birth our tragedy!
I balk that flesh is where abodements lay

O wife, I canst o'er-crow life in thine distance
May I afront death as thy hath approach'd?
Perchance I die with drink. Ay, there's the rub!
No time to fettle, ay, at once death come
Into my life as I drink thee in full
Slowly thy soul escapes. Thou art foredone
Soon to bewray thyself with waiting wife

Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is love
7-8-11


Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes I Wonder: Verse 1

Sometimes I wonder,

 About your faith,

  About your honesty,

   About your fictions,

     Sometimes I wonder,

   About your beauty,

  About your deception,

 About you in general,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About my life,

  About our life together,

   About how it began,

     Sometimes I wonder,

   About our life,

  About our truths,

 About our lies,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the stars,

  About the earth,

   About the sun,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the skin,

  About the blood,

 About the scars,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the rain,

  About the wind,

   About the thunder,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the lightning,

  About the clouds,

 About the storm,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the attraction,

  About the enticement,

   About the addictions,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the razor,

  About the misery,

 About the pain,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the grass,

  About the trees,

   About the ocean,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the rivers,

  About the ice-bergs,

 About the water,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the taunting,

  About the symbolicism,

   About the intimidation,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the tears,

  About the hurt,

 About the hate,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the emotion,

  About the empathy,

   About the pride,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the passion,

  About the humor,

 About the apathy,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the fashion,

  About the design,

   About the vision,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the independence,

  About the creativity,

 About the impression,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the ideal,

  About the standard,

   About the hypnotism,

    Sometimes I wonder,

   About the challenges,

  About the experience,

 About the success,

Sometimes I wonder,

 About the drugs,

  About the enstrangement,
   
   About the pressure,
    
    Sometimes I wonder,
   
   About the alienation,
  
  About the mentality,

 About the corruption,

Sometimes I wonder...


Details | Rhyme | |

Entwinement

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

That First

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Defender of the Wastes

What makes a speech out of words,
I have just washed the tombs of lords.
Oh, what’s my knot?
What’s my knot?

You can judge the theme not.
Words, trickle of the destructed thoughts
Shaped in a dim light.
No matter what you say, I am right.

Denouement, is that what you’re looking for
Or the numb world of an alienated whore?!
Are you still seizing the time?
Or I am just trying to impose the rhyme?
Is music the tool for beauty?
Or you want to distort the confusion for purity?
Have you read the book “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”?
Oh…that’s really a great one!
But it’s just the business of the dumb!

Oh Masters of the waste land
Are you still counting the seasons?

Circulation, is that the word
You are searching to play?

Or a good reason for pastorals
To make a pile of hay?

Listen to the land and say:
“When the sunshines and things are done
I find myself alone and my mistress is gone!”
It might be the nauseous feeling of an outcast,
Or the graveyard style in mourning the time past,

I have no aim, are we determined?
Or pessimistically trying to blow it through the wind?

From deform and artificial essence
I am not that much interested hence,
Why being entrapped in metamorphosis?!
Whoever dares to have zeal for catharsis?!

Oh my wing, my wing
My straw-like string 
I am writing to you and sing
The notes of nonsense fling

In the world of the posts
When all the ways are done utmost
All the forms, all those repetitious gross,
Everything seems notorious

Still do I obey the stupid legends of the olds
In defending and dressing the stupid codes…
Who is the postal outsider?
The one within the theme when it comes
Or the mere watcher outside?!

Theme is crumpled.
Oh…someone has just blown his nose in it.

Oh purity: Shall I compare thee to a green stuff
Or the unreadable inky words?

Conscious or unconscious
No matter where the stream goes
The concept is coming!
Oh wing, why don’t you say ever a word?

Oh…I have forgotten,
You have been disillusioned!

I want to ask:
Can’t you come when you are disillusioned?
Wing: “Yes, why not…!”

It seems I am rejecting myself
Who am I defending so!?

Rhyme is fading
May be it has just experienced the climax,
So it comes through the tempo again
Don’t worry…

They say the word never dies
Wing, you are an invisible character
How the hell you take part
Without even one word from your mouth?

Oh I have forgotten you are
Rejecting some rules.
That should be postsomethingsim.
To what extent shall I sing
These false lines?


Details | Lyric | |

Jesus' Great Love Has Unfettered Chains

"Jesus, Jesus there is  just something about that name"*
Jesus
He is my friend and shephard
His great love has unfettered
Chains, I'm free
Now as if "devil never even lived"
Jesus' great love has unfettered chains
My life has been bettered
"Difficulties in life are intended to make us better, not bitter"*
In this wonderful country of USA
"Thanking" God, "understanding" his love, "granting" forgiveness, "enchanting" is his name, Jesus I'm "chanting"
For Jesus is my friend
And there Is "Something About That Name"*
Emmanuel, Christ, Good Shephard, King of Kings
Lamb, Messiah, Redeemer, Savior
Jesus, Redeemer
When I look upon His Face and see those loving eyes, happy my heart will be
For my heart now runs on empty
Sometimes feeling condemned,now let
There be today "something in clouds anew"*


*Quote or indirect quote: First line is a quote or indirect quote from a song
*Quote: Dan Reeves
*Song Title: "Something About That Name"
*Quote: From My Poem "Sees Anew"

Contest: Mish-Mash
Sponsor: Tracie~*~Indigo Dreamweaver


Details | Free verse | |

Grieving Goodbye

One step I go back, and
I see you holding my hands...
With a smile, walking down the lanes.
Yesterday I acquainted me in you
When your hands grabbed mine in your fears
With such reliance, allaying down the pains.
And Today when I stood still
I saw myself lost in despair
When my hands sorely waved you goodbye.

Another step I go back, and
I see you resting on my shoulder
With an ease, breathing  out all your whimseys.
Yesterday I held myself in you
When you hugged me in your tenderness
With such peace, grieving away all the hearsays.
And Today when I fastened myself
I felt I betrayed your trust
When my arms direly opened to free your life.

Further I stepped to go back, and
I see you lying up on me abreast
With an intimacy, desiring all your fondness.
Yesterday I mellowed my soul in yours'
When you lusted me in your reverences
With such warmth, melting down all the iciness.
And Today when I lie down
I realized I burnt my essence
When my deity hollered out to coffined my soul.

Yet I wanted to go back, and
I see my shadow fading out slowly under the daylight
With such isolation, deafing all those mirthful moments.
Yesterday I was in a state of solitude
Till I acquainted with your heart and soul
With such reliance, peace and warmth, gratifying all forbearance.
And Today I am back, where I was
I raged as it was hard to believe
When my heart panicked to say you GOOD-BYE.


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond My Mind

Blue or green? The color of the sea, Going up and down the waves, To be my unexpected mood, Sweet or sour the feeling of me. The question of my mind hitting it through the divine, The passion of art inside a deep mind, With full of imaginations, Hitting me through left and right. Perspective comes along with me, Seeing it in my mind, Looking at the blank paper, My emotions run down the pages, Forgetting my visions along, Looking down on paper, Loosing my focus , Is getting hard to draw. Speaking with my wild heart wide open, Thinking of the world we live in today, Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say, Hearing the music flowing into my ears, Beating myself inside these walls of hate, Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears, Hating to be on this earth, Seeing people fade away, Sinking through lies in my face, Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most, Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes, Anger comes my way, Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head, Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God, Deep inside my heart is burning with poison, Is breaking me apart like glass, At peace without a path in mind, Falling down somewhere here that I never belong, I'm not perfect yet, I like to lead not to follow others. Life is like a tree that grows inside me, Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life, Taking the road of life, Things can change in a minute, When I look away, My goals would fade away, Going back letting noting stand on my way, Trying harder to focus on my goals, Looking around with a smile on, Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.


Details | Ode | |

If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see

If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see?
would I see a portrait of a person who walks in truth and honesty?

In order to paint a picture of me loving God 
I would have to access all the experiences that to me life did impart
did I have a good relationship with my mom and my dad?
was it loving and supportive or distant and sad?
did I get along with my siblings? did we look out for each other?
did we play and love each other like true sisters and brothers?
were my needs being meet? did I ever learn to trust and believe?
am I balanced enough to cope according to the lessons in life I've received?

Multi-generational, familial or systemic social receptions
all of this has played a part in my life perceptions
we all have distortions in every aspect of our living
we now must deal with the reality at this time we've been given

was my life exactly as I remember? or are there things that I've repressed?
are there issues that are buried inside me that now make me depressed?
deep-seated anxiety, personal pain and high expectations
feelings of inadequacy, destructive criticism and bouts of frustration
we all have issues that we now need to bring out and discuss
in order to have authentic relationships we need to have real trust
we all have some brokenness that needs to be healed 
so that our full love for the Lord God can one day be revealed

God is not distant like a CEO in the corporate tower
God is not pressuring us with His omnipotent power
God does not keep score He just watches over our souls
God is fair and just and doesn't set for us high goals
God is all embracing He nurtures, instructs and forgives
He's kind, patient and loving in this life to us He did give  

So if I had to paint a picture of what it looks like for me to love God
it would be a colorful canvas of emotions, perceptions and reflections from my heart


Details | Free verse | |

Awakened to Dream

I stand alone in a black and white city As the smog blends with the picture I imagine colorful, plentiful sustenance And look upon filth… And when the speeding cars honked those relentless horns I awoke, in a flourishing dream My eyes opened It was bright and dazzling There was joyous birdsong Yet there, on the rooftops Who crafted these birds? Do you laugh at the bard Who wakes up hopeful in dreams? Out of my dreams, I live of misery for life’s sake Of a lost, unattainable love Of eager waiting and longing Of sadness and waste And when the speeding cars honked those relentless horns My mind and heart awoke Now I stand here with him And ponder on our once blissful love I widen my eyes to stay in the dream And my heart beats tenderly When will the birds flutter into my city on earth? When shall I kiss your lips again?


Details | Rhyme | |

Guardian Angel

Guardian angel of sky’s door
I’m waiting for a call
My heart lies against a wall
A secret that I will tell no more

Avoid my tear in the sand
May cause a ocean from my crying
Will tell me to live with no dying
But in my feet I will not stand

Guardian, demons don´t talk
Send an angel to regret living
To rescue that life´s singing
I´m not alone to stand and walk 

Forever in life I will be
Repeating the sound after me
Jogging in the sand of time
Flying alone across the sky

Guardian angel who cries on the walls
I grow live waiting a call
Forever is a long time to stare
Demons don´t need to be aware

Don´t cry in the clouds
Your crying may flood an ocean
In the heart that lauds
Long time for devotion

Guardian angel, the horses are black
They live free in my fantasy
Showing the way in my destiny
Demons are never back

So forever in life I will be
Repeating the sound after me
Jogging in the sand of time
Flying alone across the sky

Guardian angel who cries on the walls
Flying back to sky who cares
Watching how the rain falls
Demons cry in the night that scares


Details | Free verse | |

Restless

Bump bump bump goes my heart 
I wanna pop into your arms like I'm fresh from the toaster 
but in reality I watch as you 
live your life with others I'm like a poster
hanging on your walls always there
but plastered up I can't reach you
 
Life isn't fair but If I could do anything I'd wish
that we could leave the fantasy world
behind because my feelings are far 
from pretend. 

My friends they should become preachers
because their always trying to preach 
they tell me to show you my heart 
and to through away the stupid key.

I'm afraid that if I say what I really
want you will remove me from your walls
for good. But isn't that what love is about 
risking it all to be where we should? 

I would do anything to find a cure 
but the brain is from venus 
and the heart is from mars  
when they try to communicate 
the signal often gets lost or 
batteries forget to be charged. 
But for now I'll just toss and turn
in my bed because it's the only way 
I know. 

I have no idea where I will go, 
But I know that if you let love be it can travel
through light, rain or snow. 
without you I feel like my personal economy
is low but we must go, we must go, we must go. 
We must face the unknown.


Details | Free verse | |

Inherent Temperament

Don't be so tortured, passion.

Don't be so metal rimmed in servitude
to all that's over the top and brimming with enigma's breath
Don't be the pump of blood adrenaline
on all the days one might have called
the moon out on her day of death.

Don't be so riddled, passion.

Don't be so all elusively inclined
to all that want a taste of you with grasping hands
Don't be the hide to seek tonight
in all this dark when even stars
grow quaint in the ignite of their demands.

Don't be so waning, passion.

Don't whisk the room in tenderness
past all the sense of first encounter's countenance
Don't rinse the obligated sigh
in love's delight and broken breath
when all we want is permanence.

Don't be so quiet, passion.

Don't leave us here with metal lips
to kiss desire in last good bye's and marriage vows
Don't rinse your hands of us tonight
as we live on adrenaline 
and bated tongues immerse you even now...


Details | Rhyme | |

Unrequited Love

While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. 

Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? 

Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.

My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.

Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.

Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.

Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatman's Song 5/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                                      5/Many

Where one very rarely finds love, hopes and joy in life
Sometimes, even the noblest souls on earth
Have suffered tortures and pains
Even some have sacrificed their lives in agonies and pains
So that others may see that beam of light

Think again Urveshi think
The ecstasies of the joys and thrills
You have witnessed in the pleasures of
Your dance, music and dwellings 
Which no humans can even think of 
Would be lost for ever and for ever
And you will also miss the most 
Prominent among all
The blessings of heaven to keep you young
And beautiful, without aging for ever and for ever

The charms of youth which you are enjoying here
Would no longer be there on earth
Aging and wrinkles, sorrows and worries would 
Evaporate slowly, the glow of your skin and charms
Time would also erode slowly the heart capturing 
Beauty of your enchanting eyes and the youthful beauty
Of your rising and falling bosoms
Slowly very slowly your dance steps would miss
The youthful rhythms of your legs
And more slowly your songs will miss 
The melody of your tongue and voice

You would also see that your fans here and there 
And dear ones too would fly 
With the passing of time on earth
Leaving you alone without any one to adore 
And no one to praise and to throw even a 
Lovely glance on a beauty on decline

The glory of your name and fame
Would get lost with the passing of time
And even the most close to your heart too 
Would not stand to console and support you
In the hours of your need and time

Can you imagine Urveshi, such a life?
And such an end of your rejuvenating beauty
And an end of your glorious 
Youthful performances of heaven
In the hands of time and mortality on earth,

Here in Heaven you are the queen of
Everyone’s heart
Your ravishing beauty and heavenly youth
And the melody of your songs and dance
Would remain young and evergreen
For ever and for ever
Without ever experiencing, what is an old age
Pains, sufferings and the agonies of departing
From your most dear, near and beloved ones
Which often kills the human hearts
Making them weeping and rolling in tears

Ravindra 
				to continue ....			
				
Kanpur   India 8th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)


Details | Free verse | |

Like Glass

Shatter....crashing glass...
the sound of a heart breaking...

      Echoes of longing...
    memories swarm me
like a thousand bees buzzing

How can a heart hurt like this
       (and still survive)

I live always on a possiblity
Holding on to a lost hope....

Hiding inside my shell
   broken and stinging
from the wounds punctured
   on my tender skin

you break me
        shred me
             tear me
    and hurt my soul

       So, on I go
for I have survived with nothing
     picked up the pieces
     (becoming stronger)

These tears are burning me
Salt stains on hot cheeks
but forgetting is letting go
       so on i go

To never love is to never live

Shatter....can you hear my heart splatter?

I bet you never knew you had that power...

So who is the fool here?
Me or you?

         So on I go...


Details | Free verse | |

Searching for Michelangelo

I told him we were broken, the way
horses can be, and he galloped through 
the sentence like a cowboy, less a
heart.  I loosed the biggest word I could 
think of – so enormous I felt everything
in me squeeze back as it passed by
and nearly choked as it pushed 
its way into the outer world -
and he brushed it aside like 
errant dandelion snow. 
By then, there were at least
four voices within me, ranting,
and the image of myself throwing 
buckets of paint against a wall 
was blinking repeatedly in my head.
And still he was talking – 
with his hands gesturing, gesturing -
talking about places he’d been
talking about what he thinks himself
passionate about
talking about what he learned
in counseling
and talking
talking, 
talking
about 

nothing.


When he got to Italy, I stopped him
at Michelangelo, thinking, “here! – 
here finally is a scaffold we can 
throw ourselves off of”.  Thinking 
if Einstein’s wardrobe wasn’t enough, 
if a scrawny white boy singing 
the blues wasn’t either and if the 
most interesting thing I said that night 
was that I never ever set a clock 
to an uneven time (and I hadn’t even 
said that yet)… maybe the image of 
an artist suspended in air with 
his heart pointed to heaven 
and the myriad of thoughts 
that must have run 
like a river through him as he
stood there, arm outstretched,
might trigger something.
But, he had no idea that 
Buonarroti was a poet 
or that he honestly expected 
Moses to speak 
to him once freed 
from the confines 
of stone and of
artist himself,
he said

nothing.

Apparently, he was more 
Moses than Michelangelo, and
it was all I could do 
not to take 
a hammer
to his 
knee.


Details | ABC | |

What Fear Fed On

Fear
The venom that rains
Got you
Drowning
In the desert
And a spirit
Weak in brevity
Strong but unbelieving
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

Society cuts
Flying wings
As to drain
The courageous soul
Of its hope
And then
People die
Rich with power
Power they never used
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

I see plain pain
In your eyes
Hurt laughing at you
You’re afraid
To ever love again
Because your past
Caused you wounds
So you walk agape
Running
In a cold escape
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

I see your dried tears
Inscribed
On your broken face
But a determination
You’ve been robbed of
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

So will you
Forever sulk
Forever your conscience bulk
In a pessimist bask?

Or will you
Your mantle take
And fear forever shake
For you live dead
When fear drives your head

That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you


Details | Verse | |

Pruning

 To awake the spiritual eyes in me,
I must die to myself, though unnatural it be.
 Wake up soul, and see with new eyes,
how something lives why'll something dies.

 Prune now my heart from bitter thorns.
Blow the trumpet, sound the horns!
 Death to my will, my heart I give,
to the one who died so that I might live.


Details | Free verse | |

My son Eli

You came to me before I was ready
I cried when I heard of your existence
Over night my youth was gone
Worried sick that I wouldn’t be good enough for you
Clueless on what expect for the future
Carrying you under my heart for 9 months long
I knew that I love you
I just never knew how much
Then I saw your face
Those beautiful brown eyes staring straight into mine
My heart melted 
And I asked myself how can a person love someone so much that they just met
But I did
I love you more than life it’s self
In that instant I knew my purpose on this earth was to protect you from all evil
I would give my last breath to you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
The little keeper of my heart
My ray of sunshine during a thunder storm
So much joy have you given to me
My life is meaningless without you
I taught you how to walk and how to talk 
You taught me that life’s most precious gift is the love of a child
Your smile gets me through tough times
Your laugh is a symphony of music to my ears
I dedicate my entire life to you
I make I lot of promises that I can not keep but the absolute promise to love you till Lord stops my beating heart is one that is forever 
I was young and clueless
Wondering around the word deaf and dumb
Until the almighty sent you to me
I am now wiser and understanding
Selfless, patient and gentle
You, my wonderful son, are the reason for this
You changed me
You saved me
I am forever grateful for you 
My little pitcher
My soldier
My kung fu ninja
My super hero
The joy of my salvation
Life makes so much more sense when I’m looking at you
Where I go, you will go
I will starve so that you can eat
Go without so that you can have
Sleepless nights and empty bank accounts is all worth seeing you happy
Many will disappoint you, leave you, hurt you, and scar you
But remember momma will forever be right here for you
You are the number one most important thing in my life
You will never come second to nothing or no one
No matter how big you grow you will forever remain my little baby boy
My heart and my soul
My beginning and my ending 
My tiny angel without wings 
My meaning, my reasoning, my inspiration and my motivation
My one and my only Elijah William Tippett


Details | Light Poetry | |

If Someone Loves You

A cover’s no way to judge a book
The first few words is all it took
To open up the memory chest
Of a dark past so long suppressed.

Like a dog let off its lead
The words are sticks I must retrieve
To read of someone else’s pain
The threats, the violence and the shame.

Lying curled up in a ball
Drunken menace in the hall
Racing heart cannot prevent
Looming shadow, no consent.

Calloused hands move from neck to arms
Leave no bruise or signs of harm
“I didn’t hurt you, you are mine
Say no again, I will next time”.

Each leaf turned brings back a time
When this memoir echoed mine
Tale unfolds upon each page
Tells of horrors, threats and rage.

I can’t take this anymore
Throw the book down on the floor
Sitting reading will not stop
All the heart ache and the rot.

If someone loves you, they won’t do
All these dreadful things to you
No person should endure this hell
Stop it now, it’s time to tell.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Colors of Love

Love can give the warmth and glow
of a golden sunny day,
the joy and laughter
of a heart at play.

With love comes 
the bright red of fire,
when one is consumed
with passions desire.

Loves gentle beauty and grace
can leave on your face
a soft petal rose
when loves fire recedes to repose.

When love is errant and untrue
filled with hurt and pain
it can turn ones life
to sad and blue.

When love is threatened
from dark forces 
seen or unseen
the color of love
quickly turns to green.

If love is lost
or just gone away
it can turn life dull
and the color of gray.

Love in view all around
but none for you to be found
makes the world seem
ugly and brown.

Now with an eye you do espy
a chance for love anew
on comes the white light
of hope for you.

Love once again bright and new
gives an orange and gold tint
to the wonderful future
now in view.

The embers of love's fire
dances with life once again
as it begins it's life anew.

So on goes the rainbow of love
with varying color and hue.


Details | Free verse | |

Origami


delicately folded lines...

a song within her mind...

in a room of 
muted paper and
bamboo lattice silence
she softly
closes the shoji door
to find a place of freedom
With legs crossed upon
the tightly woven tatami
she sits in an imaginary world
beyond the twilight canopy 
she floats through stardust light

she folds an empty paper...

a dream of endless flight...


_____________________________

Contest ~ "Anything Handmade"

Poet ~ Rick Parise


Details | Free verse | |

Red Ribbons

Carved this stone a breath in life 
Then opened wide these pure made eyes
Where tempered hues paved roads their gray
...Yesterday, washed away of blue.


Details | Free verse | |

Untwisted

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



Details | Rhyme | |

Shine On

You sit there crying, feeling hopeless
consumed by tears that fall like rain
Deep inside you look for something
to help you find yourself again
Amidst the state of your confusion
just don't know what you should do
Listen close for the voice is calling
that lives deep inside of you

With a soul wide open
let yourself shine 
with a heart so free
Keep your eyes to the heavens
and know you can be 
all you can be
shine on 


When you release that glow you keep hidden
you'll dance with the moon, ride on the beam
Stand up with the power within you
take hold of your life and live out your dream
No more worries about tomorrow
and forgetting about yesterday
You take the here and now and call it your own
and shine your heart away

shine on


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Romanticism | |

life Changing Day

Her heart has just said that
It has found the one
That it wants to settle with.
So in anticipation of the day
She will have to hang about
In a life that she would
To a certain extent do without.

For the existence that she previously knew
And dipped her toes into 
Would only make the birth
Of courtship she now desires 
End up in a swell of sand.

She knows that it would take years
For her soul companion
To comprehend that her
Life in now fixed Just for him
And in the closing stages he may not
Agree with the amount of
Selflessness for such an individual,
Thus may even end up walking away
From such a surprising scene.

In her heart she also knows
That the life that she
Lives on this life altering hours
Will never make him even
Imagine of staying, for he has such morals
That just makes her seem to be a stray.

So to that new life that she is going
To set on herself today
She shall at slightest have
The smallest amount of chances
to be in his hands until the end of instant.

This now gives her everlasting hope
To live until that last day.


Details | I do not know? | |

Psalms 16

Keep me safe O God,
For in you I take refuge
I said to the Lord:-
“You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing,”
My God, in you my heart rejoices,
You are the life or freedom my soul seeks,
In you O Lord, I find truth, peace, love and life.
Eternity is the air you breathe,
Goodness is what you see.

Lord, in you a life is made whole.
And I lay my life in you 
O Lord God of all creation,
You made me to live 
But yet you let me live in this world.
Where I am tried and tested with misery,
People turn to their stubborn hearts.
They follow a road that leads to fire
In their own ways they judge others
In ways lit with sin and darkness.
They speak of death as though it were life
And say, “this then is how life should be.”

My heart O Lord is made weary,
For there is so much I lack in this life. 
I see a universe of life enveloped in me,
An infinite life beating in the heart of my soul. 
With all my senses I can see the error of this life.
It is a lie disguised in a body of flesh and bone.
Whoever listens to this life shall hear,
the dreadful horrors it lays to the soul.

O Lord my God,
You have delighted in me,
You lead and guide me in your ways,
In ways that lead to life everlasting.

I praise you O Lord,
In this life I will praise you,
I will give you all the Glory
For you are the One and Only
True one to speak to me.
You Lord are Eternal,
You are real,
Your Word is true and eternal,
And I have resolved with my mouth
With my heart and with soul.
That you are my God and Savior
You are the life I seek.
Forever I will look up to you,
For you are the Way of life.


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Free verse | |

Suicidal(a reason to live)

I am standing on the edge 
please pull me back
I have a lack of interest in life
the thrills are gone
the happiness has dried up
the color red looks like rust
my sign reads to heaven or bust
the color blue is every where I look
and pops like a whore's lip gloss
I have returned all that was given to me
I have no joy or glee
from this life I want to flee
but I say to you hold on one more day
I say to you there is always a rainbow after the rain
I say to you there is a sunrise after midnight
you shall suffer this plight
you live on everyday til the sun burns up
so chin up
here comes tomorrow

If you feel suicidal hold on one more day


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.


Details | Free verse | |

Healing a bleeding rose

A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
 I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. 
These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal a bleeding rose. 
These napkin like words I pray can wipe your tears and snotty nose.
 I was young and naive,I cherished my pride instead of your heart . 
There the coldest winter did start. 
If it makes you happy I disposed of the mistress. 
Who faded in long lost memory of shadowed kisses.
 No,no,no I am sorry for writing that,
its a poets bold habit of honesty,
but in writing this I thought i should be honest and honest I shall be.I apologize for leaving your emotions suppressed,unknown and ostracized. 
Yes, I know the ocean swollen with your tears,the angels descended on a bloody battle field to  hear your cry.I hope you can summons them again and reconsider the report to the almighty farther. 
If I could write this apology in the eye of the sky I would,for my remorse to be seen , a once foolish human being .Your heart I didn't mean to decay. I apologize for the lies, cries,for making you eat sadly all those ice creams and soggy apple pies,from absorbing tears fallen from yours eyes. Left to wonder in the vastness of the universe alone. I am sorry also sorry for the smudged ink and some of the lines. I cried along with them, imaging your painful times.


Yours truly Elliott Bowe 
To:Simone Descartes


Details | Free verse | |

Paint Your Dreams On a Canvas

Paint your biggest dreams on a canvas
Lift it high for all to see
Lift it with strength and humility

Soon, many shall see your works
And fulfill your dreams
Filling themselves up with their own insight
Delighted by your brilliant light!


Details | Sonnet | |

Two Hearts

Two Hearts

Two hearts set forth upon the road one day
Braving the perilous plights of life's path
And by cleaving together onward, they
Transcended and eclipsed the laws of math
For what good is a wing without its pair?
Alone it weeps and never hopes to fly
But when met with another, both can dare
And blaze uncharted trails across the sky
So, too, the heart is meant for something more
Enclosed within, yet still designed for flight
Together two can make the spirit soar
And set the tinderbox of love alight
As the flames fly, it cannot be undone
When it comes to love, one and one makes one.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hidden Sadness Behind Her Eyes

From a distance she looks at peace, having fun doing her thing. But objects don't 
always appear the same from afar, if you take a deep look into someone's eyes it 
tells the story.

Her eyes once filled with hopes and dreams for the future full of happiness and 
joy. Her eyes now sit only filled with the tears and sorrows of her life fading, like 
the now dim twinkle that once shone so bright in her eyes.

If you look deep into her eyes, you notice the pain and torture she tries so hard to 
cover up. If you ever have the chance to see pass that shield that tries to cover up 
the pain in her eyes, you will see that her eyes are now empty.

Her eyes seem lifeless but in her mind she is being held a prisoner. Not 
knowing if things will get better. For every time she thinks she is at her lowest 
she finds out it is bottomless, like her cold, dark, empty, lifeless eyes.

She often wondered if it was really worth sticking it out, for if it wasn't to get better 
what was the point.

She stands in front of the mirror. Tears running from her eyes down her cheek to 
end at her heart. Her heart which is cold and frosted over.

She misses the happiness and joy she once felt, now she is numb and her heart 
beats no more. She looks deep into her own cold eyes with anger, knowing it is 
all her own fault why her sorry excuse of a life is this way.

She is tired of it all, she just wants it all to stop. She feels like her brain is about 
to explode. She just wants silence and to be free of this pain and torture.

She takes one last look into that mirror, deep into those empty eyes. She closes 
her eyes, her last tear rolls down her cheek. Her body trembles with anger.

She opens her eyes to notice them filled with anger and hate. She hated that 
person in the mirror more than anyone could imagine. Her fist clenched with 
furry, she smashed the mirror.

She looked at herself in the mirror on the floor. She was broken in a million 
pieces and knew she could never be put back together. She picked up the piece 
of glass that her eyes were upon. She then fell to the floor and lied in the 
shattered glass that was her life.

Her eyes are open. The pain and suffering is gone. She is released from the 
torturing hell that was her life. She is free now and the twinkle now forever back in 
her eyes.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatmans Song 2

The Boatman’s Song        2/ Many

Urvashi’s heart was aching to hear and to see the elegance  
Of the boatman, while he sing those melodies on earth 
A great longing started sprouting in her bosom  
To visit the earth and to listen those heart touching songs 
Which like a powerful magnet were pulling her towards earth
Where flows the Ganges and lives her unseen love 

To control her ever increasing desire of hearing those songs 
And to see that unique boatman, who lives on earth 
Urveshi tried to engage her more and more 
In the courtly dances and engagements for Indra
But the more she wanted to escape, more she became enchanted
By the echoes of boatman’s songs 
Which were tearing her heart and 
Making her mind almost intoxicated,  
By the melodies of those heavenly songs

The pleasures and comforts of heaven began to pinch her 
Like the piercing thorns 
Even the dance and music, which were her pride and passion
Became dull and charm less in the wake of those songs
For which she was hailed 
As the best among all the Apsaras in the entire universe  

Heaven seems to bring no joy and rejoicing for her any more
Her dancing steps, which were the symbols of perfection and beauty
Even started betraying her 
As her own heart was no longer in her possession any more
And she found that her mind and heart
Were swept away by that unseen boatman
Sailing his boat somewhere on earth

Apsara Urveshi after finishing her dance that day 
Told the God of heaven, Indra
That she perhaps can no longer perform any dance
Owing to agonies of her heart and restlessness of her mind
And her legs were not in tune with her mind to perform
A flawless dance and song by which she had captured the 
Hearts of all Gods and Goddess, what to say of humans on earth

She thought and thought and found that she can only normalize
If she can hear the songs of the boatman 
Singing in full throated ease on earth 
The echo’s of which were hovering in her mind like clouds
And twisting her heart to see that singer sublime


Ravindra 

Kanpur India 5th January 2010 
* Apsara   =   A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology 
* Indra      =   The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi  =   One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati = Goddess of knowledge, music & arts
* Jungle      =  Forest


Details | Couplet | |

Into Eternity

If I were but a stone and you were a peach
Would you stay on your branch totally out of reach?

If I were a dandelion and you were the wind 
Would you help me spread my seeds, be my dearest friend?

If I were but a seedling struggling for life in the snow
Would you be the winter sun and shine to help me grow?

Babe when I was so stoned I was totally out of reach
You offered me your heart, the sweetness of the peach

Babe when I was an evil man spreading seeds in the wind
You saw the good in me and became my dearest friend

Babe when my soul was black as night my heart as cold as snow
You opened up my heart and soul then taught them how to grow

And now just look and you and I the couple that we are
Just a couple of happy quasars shining like a single star 

So never think in your life that I would ever go away
I will be right at your side until we reach our dying day

If I had but a single wish sweetheart that wish would be
Let us be in each other’s arms as we step into eternity


Details | Rhyme | |

Sexy

   Sexy is the way 

    her lips move on his ear. 

     Never touching 

      always whispering 

       things I'll never hear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Clear Thinking On A Cloudy Day

Memories like you dont always shine true.
Nor do old places hold that magic.
In a life so short.
That seems so traggic.

Im thinking of forever  while slowley fading  away.
Oh such clear thinking  on a cloudy day.

A summer ago is when we met.
So far now it seems.
Yet the still my heart holds no regret.

The poetry you inspired apon this very page.
Is ment to complment a love without age.

Early morning memories that you've lent.
Is simpley a dream of time well spent.

A dark sky hides the sunlights ray.
Such is the clear thinking on such 
a cloudy day.

Im not blind yet for years   
hope has went unseen.
Sometimes age can taint a sweet dream.

Turning bitter the once colorful
fruit.
Killing wonder straight at the root.

A love like our's has kept with change.
And grown in definance.
Like a silly game.
We formed this this passion swept Alliance.

First with love you must blindly fall.
Then you must try to run when you
can bareley crawl.

To outlast the storms is to stand against the wind.
To ignor friends and to put trust in 
a stranger and depend.

Many thoughts run through my head.
In the early morning as she lay against me
in bed.

A heart has many rivers a soul is a endless sea.
As we apart we are caged.
While togather we are free.

From this loves eternal bliss  my heart should never 
stray.
As i sit clear is my thinking on such a  cloudy day.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Cory Decker

His love is deep and desperate.
He's crying out her name.
She once showed him affection, 
but now she causes all his pain. 

A broken heart never mended, 
and promises never kept, 
his mind grew painful and insane
as he laid silently and wept.

You can't pour out your whole heart
into a love based on a lie.
You're simply running in a circle, 
if you're the only one who tries.

"We're here for you, call any time."
said all loved ones of his.
But no one else could ease his pain, 
this girl he strongly missed.

He tied the rope around his neck
and reached out for her love, 
but she rejected once again, 
and fate gave him a shove.

Was death really his intention?
Or did it go too far?
No one on this painful earth
will see into his heart.

But he leaves behind a legacy, 
a shining little girl.
May she be blessed with a heart that’s pure
in this cruel and painful world.





*Note*
Cory Decker, My man's best friend, and my best friends man, passed away on May 24, 
2008, suicide, something none of us ever saw coming! He was a great friend, and a loving 
father to his daughter, Jaden, only 5 months old at the time, who is now a happy smiling, 
almost 2 year old Princess!


Details | Couplet | |

I'm Sorry Part 2

I'm sorry for the ways I fight,
I'm sorry that I dim your light.

I'm sorry I'm so negative,
That I am so competative.

I'm sorry that I'm so outrageous,
I'm sorry my hurt's so contagious.

I don't want to see your heart eache,
Cuz when I do my heart it breaks.

I'm sorry that I'm not so strong,
But you inspire my hearts song.

I'm not alone cuz now I see,
Your light that's shining just for me.

I'm sorry that I'm up and down,
But, Dear, You win the patience crown.

My love for you's so strong, please see,
A fire burns for you in in me.

I know that It's hard to believe,
But God will help us, just you see.


Details | Free verse | |

Any Ideas?

Well what should I write about tonight?

Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?

Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.

I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.

I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.

There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.

I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.

Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?

I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?

Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.


Details | Rhyme | |

When God Sends A Miracle

When God sends us a miracle Do you bow your head and pray For He reached down and touched that need And provided you a way He hears and knows your deepest thought And listens when you call Oh when God sends a miracle You know he's given all! He sends His miracles every day In the seasons of this earth The dead and dying winter sleeps But in spring He gives new birth! The birds that sing the flowers that bloom All miracles come from Him Gifts He gives us every day To see new life begin Each breath we breathe each beating heart is a miracle from our King For without Him there is no hope Every day new gifts He brings We watch a dear one pass from Life And beg their soul to spare For we need them close here by our side Letting go we can not bear But our precious loving God above Knows the miracle that they need Is a life and body made brand new And their spirit He sets free He gave the greatest Miracle of all So many years ago When He sent His son to Calvary His blood, that cross did flow Oh when God sends us a Miracle There's no question it’s from Him For Jesus paid the price for all To free this world from sin Let us thank Him for the Miracles now that comes from heaven above Oh turn you heart to Him today Accept His endless Love For God will give you the greatest gift If you'll only run to Him He'll touch your life and make it new Oh let the miracle begin! I thank you Lord for Miracles You send to us each day Thank you Lord for your great Love and Blessings along the way I praise you Lord for what you gave to set me free from sin The Miracle of Love's greatest gift my heart holds deep within!


Details | Free verse | |

Thy Divine Mercy

Thou art merciful
in so that you doust
the flames of loathsome torment
that grows in thy heart
Being this said be mine
be mine and we will dispel
winters veiling gaze of discontentment
we are masters of stars 
envied by lordships and peasants alike
fatal star destined lovers 
brought forth to the world
from the loins of two foes
but destined to love till death
consumes us like a veil
while we sleep away the rest of our eternal
lives we wait to be reborn to love again


Details | Rhyme | |

Lamentable You

Hell seemed to encompass the land As I watched him holding your hand For a moment I was happy for you And then my shameful heart gave way Earth longed to suck me in its waters Above fellow demons and their hollers We rue the day we ever existed Longing for the touch of human flesh We were trained to eat at your souls To fill your poor deprived holes With filth and emaciated sin Slithering within…bellowing within… And when I look at him I know he’s yours I should have seen it coming of course You never wanted a nothing like me And someone is to blame I see The voices in your head made you cower You once were awed by my power But now the beauty of love has destroyed us I am nothing, and he is yours Take her you bastard of a fool! I don’t need anyone, for I will rule I will rule over her vessel And mark me, she will detest you! Remarkable as she is you will leave her While I in the darkness keep her But for now I’ll lie in wait For the perfect time to ensnare Let go of his hands And allow this heart a chance Let the man lose his compass Only to stumble upon a new woman Oh, lamentable you! I force your love to be true Kiss me, my hate—my love, you fool! He’s never coming back for you! Because you are not special You belong to nobody—nothing! And you shall find That you were always… MINE.


Details | Free verse | |

STRONG BOND

Thy love for me is sure,Knoweth I,
right from genesis,my heart goeth to thee,
ours had the permission of Cupid and holy saints,
Thou knoweth my strength and my weakness,
No dame like thee,my diamond!my moon!,
we -two were paired by the heavens,
whether thou goeth I go,just like Siamese twins,
The perfume of thy body filleth my nostrils,
Thy blinking eyelids beacon for affection
with twilight of hope and passion without caution,
I`m enthused,bemused and amused,O`! thou angel,
Thou art my golden crown;precious jewel!.

But now,thou jewel! Thou art being tarnished,
Sickness and ailment override thy being,
Thy blinking eyes are darker than scarlet;
Thy succulent lips drier than tanned horse skin,
Joy of motherhood turns to sorrow of departure;
O`death!,coward!,where lieth thy face?,
Our bond is stronger than thee,
Stretcheth forth thy hands, but thou hold her not,
For my hands standeth in-betwixt like a rock,
Summon all thy tools,we shall reigneth supreme,
O`,mother nature!closeth not thy eyes,
help us to fight this eater eating into her blood;
O` eater!,for thou to be a victor;
Prepareth to eat two meals at a time,
for our vow remains sacred and true;
"In death,we are one" and
"In death , we have won".


*Eater--cancer of the blood

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Details | I do not know? | |

Alone I Stand

In frozen ivory towers and burning dungeons
The inescapable truth is that in the darkness
Even your shadow leaves you
Stare at the abyss and the void fills you
Your mind trapped as you hide your black-hole heart
Shadows lurking out of sight
Manifestations surround you
the journey of the hopeless soul
Is it a lesson that must be endured
To make the heart steady
So that when you reach the end
You truly appreciate how bad it could have been
And what you’re capable of
So that you know that you all need
Is your beating heart and nothing else
Just you
Believing in a dream..
Something that
The darkness
Can’t touch.


Details | Free verse | |

Darkness

Complete darkness
No sound at all
This is where you live
No one to talk to
The blackness, engulfing
Smothering the air out of you
In this vast void with lack of light
You are forced to believe
That you see a speck
A tiny green light
Way off in the distance
This blot of light brings so much hope
So many desires
You can hardly breath
Suddenly the light grows larger
You feel elated
Then FLASH
Complete darkness
No sound at all
Things are back
To the way they will always be


Details | Romanticism | |

Your Embrace

There are no words to express how I feel inside; I put my love in our embrace.
There's not a minute, hour or day that I don't love you; I put my love in your embrace.
Your love is like a refreshing rain that falls before the morning sun; I put my love in 
your embrace.
You drown me in the depths of your love; I put my love in your embrace.
I use to think I knew love but now I know I loved to please someone else's love; I put 
my love in your embrace.
You anchor my heart and soul in the gentleness of your love; I put my love in your 
embrace.
My world was incomplete until your constant love made me whole; I put my love in your 
embrace.
You love me for me, You love the person inside; I put my love in your embrace.
You accept me with all my fults; I put my love in your embrace.
You are my rock remaining faithful and true; I put my love in your embrace.
I soar with wings of love because I'm spellbound by your affection; I put my love in our 
embrace.
I lay down my love to only you and I put my love in your embrace.


Details | Free verse | |

Death comes to an Old Man

An old man, worn and wearied by the toils of life, 
stood alone in a darkened hallway, 
each wall hung with brightly lit paintings. 
He walked by the Mona Lisa, and as he passed 
he knew the reason for her smile. 
He paused before Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, 
and the air seemed to be sweetly scented with the heavy perfume of roses, which pulled at his soul with soft, wraithlike arms.
He stopped.
The world seemed to shrink away from him,
dissolving into nothingness.
Before him was Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
Its yellow paint looked wet, vivid.
The blue rippled as the colours swirled
together, hypnotizing; the old man transfixed
by their mesmerizing beauty 
as he was swept up into their whirling splendor,
leaving the blue-shadowed hallway silent and empty,
as the pale stars wavered on in cold brilliance


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts

Oft do I feel I should censor my mind,
Spill the ink on the cloth that my words lay,
Snatched by the Raven 'fore I finish my thoughts,
Mistaken by others that read as a foray,
Naught do I mean to cause an attack,
My emotions doth escape without thought,
Unhappiness apparent they will say,
Though the truth is adverse to what they sought.


Details | Free verse | |

Spill It

Spill it all out
Where is the light to guide these words?
Everything feels gone 
Empty again 
So spilling it out is impossible?
Yet words still flow through it all
Thoughts still run rampant
Broken pipework spraying all over the place
Rust collecting on the spurting silver
Losing very inch of pride
Unable to control these lines
Pinch it all out
Squeeze it like the last bits of toothpaste in a tube
Roll it up and twist the remains
Pressure is building
Tension is steadily, stiffly waiting
To be released
Let it all go!
There is no point anymore
Stop building on disaster!
Let the words flow
Spill the damn mess out
And don't clean up
Let me pick up the pieces
Hand me the mop
Because when it is finally all out
The emptiness will leave 
You'll know exactly what to express
It will all be clear


4-20-13


Details | Free verse | |

Something from the heart

something from the heart..
where do i start?
relationships have never been my thing...
so i just look foward to that day i give her a ring...
thats a while away...
in another universe...another day....
all i do is hope and pray...
im too afraid of rejection...
so i miss out on connections...
god gives us all a gift....
so what gift did he give to me?
im searching but i still dont see...
no gift in sight...
but i search all night....
my feelings dont change...
for years they have been the same...
throughtout this life i have felt pain...
its true girls will come and go...
but i want that one that will never go away....
maybe im just dreaming....
i close my eyes and its darkness...
i open my eyes and im heartless...
im no stranger to heartbroken...
why did it have to be that friend....
i guess thats what i get for my heart being open...

Still there is more to say...
more on my heart that i want to say...
at this point in life its stressful...
so how can i be successful?
so many things on my brain...
i want to lock them all away in a box with a chain...
its just so hard to explain...
when it comes to girls there is pain...
i feel like an outsider...
like everyone else is a butterfly or lady bug...
and i am a spider...
sure i really like her and she makes my day...
but im not really sure if she feels the same way...
she says things but it sounds like she dosent care....
my feelings for her make me feel like i can fight a bear...
or do some other kind of stupid dare...
her and poetry are like an escape...
but they are like a dream and you have to awake...
after a while  she fades away...
and its just another day...
notebook open with a pen...
what do i say?
its always the same...
"i like you but lets stay friends"...
to me thats like the end....
so now i start again...
and my focus is not a girl...
but the one who created this world...
i will look to him for guidance...
i'll try to do my best...
and leave the devil in scilence...
too young to understand love...
so i give up...
left here thinking "what the ****?"...
holes in my heart as if lightning just struck...
longing to leave this planet and find a new home...
but sadly im stuck...
so i will make the best of what i have in this life..
and never think twice...


Details | Couplet | |

Brewing Darkness

Beguiling placidity of luring hiss
Upon the oblivion of a venomous kiss

Like the grasping toxin of a viper’s sting
Amidst a violet lullaby the night-sky would sing,

Sable sky, O reflection of debility
Clutching the soul into peaceful futility

With your visage so pallid, and O so white
 Shining above clouds ashen as the night,

Brewing darkness, dwelling with might
Tearing the sun as your opaqueness ignites

Approaching you emerge with eternal power
All orbs fade as dreams devour…


Details | Elegy | |

Time Consumes Life

Just one more time, 
just one more breath,
 just one more moment to remember the past, 
lull in thy memories, 
breathe in thy essence, 
to look upon thy face,
 to know you still care,
 to know what we had was special, 
to be preserved in preferred memories. 

Where I am going I know naught.
 Floating as if in limpid water currents, 
languor reaching but finding not,
 solitary enraged soul longing for one more kiss, 
one kiss whence naught. 
Malformed monsters feast 
upon the vermin ravishing mine soul, 
my tender heart loathing sunset’s rays enfold, 
nighttime beseech me, broken heart unfold. 
Another night shine through tears, 
summoned by memories a hundredfold,
 putrid time consumes life; 
Cruel Life Sleeps.


Details | Ballade | |

Silver Thumb

She’s  the girl, the girl with the tender touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold thumb
Beckons you to enter her web of sin
But don't go in

colorful  words she will pour in your ear
But her  lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome  man beware of her heart of silver
This heart is cold

Silver words she will pour in your ear
But her lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome man  beware of her  heart of silver
her  heart is cold

She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves silver
She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves Silver


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatman's Song 4/ Many

Indra knew this very well that 
What ever may be the immense charms of heaven
Hidden in it’s never ending joys, songs and pleasures  
There was no match with that of the earthly happiness
Which is found like a blooming Rose bud
Opening its charms and joyful petals of fragrance and beauty
Surrounded all around with thrones like 
Pains, sufferings and sorrows of life
But once you possess it, facing the piercing thorns
You bloom in a rare heavenly joy and pleasure
Which even can not be dreamed of by those
Who dwells in the never ending and fading joys of heaven 

Indra found that there was no way to stop
The throbbing heart of Urveshi for that boatman
And for his heart touching melodies, 
Floating both on earth and heaven

Finding no way out, He thought to put a condition
So that Urveshi may not go finding out 
That a visit to earth could end her permanent stay in heaven
For ever and for ever without any returning 

Indra cautioned Urveshi 
That if she is determined to go to earth
She may go to listen the melodies of that boatman
But she should not go close to that boatman 
And should not touch his body 
Or else, she would not be able to return to heaven
As her single touch to any human would make her 
An Earthly body, which would be subject to
Life and death and mortality 

He again tried to convince Urveshi
Your love for the boatman and his earthly body
Can bring an end of your tenure in heaven
Still, if you decide to be a part of that life
I will not stop you to visit the earth, But
You will miss for ever and for ever, your heavenly abode
And your, never ending joys and pleasures of heaven
The moment you will adopt the earthly pleasure
You will be doomed for a normal life and death
As it is availed by humans living on earth

Think Urveshi think again
Can you dare to miss the heavenly comforts?
Its  non-ending joys, songs, mirth and pleasures
Where pains and sufferings are not even known
Can you really afford to live on earth, like a normal human?

Where one faces only pains and sufferings 
Throughout his life and ends one day in spite of all strife’s


Ravindra 
	                               to continue......			
				
Kanpur   India 7th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven in the court of Indra as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts)
* Jungle (Forest)


Details | Couplet | |

Like No Other

Before the future and after the past
We have found each other’s souls at last

In the beat of a heart I was able to see
The rest of my life belonged to thee

When our eyes met it wasn’t a glance
Locked together in a forbidden trance 

For we had each given up on love
And being forgiven by Lord above

We were forever lost and on the run
Burying our pain by having our fun

Children scattered from here to there
As we stayed so high we didn’t care

We each knew when you come down
You lose your mask and face the clown

And that was something we couldn’t do
Until the day you met me and I met you

Unplugging the phone we locked the doors
I told you my sins and you told me yours

The people in our life just couldn’t believe
We found in each other the strength to leave

To change our fate was quite the chore
But there was noting we each wanted more

My children love you and yours love me
Because we have melted into one family

I wrote this poem because I want you to know
You beat with my heart and live in my soul

You have always been way more than my lover
You’re the friend I found who is like no other


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Love of an Angel

Without you, my life just merely exists. 
Because without you all my hopes and dreams are just that.
For you have put something wonderful in my world.
It is there your words I love to hear.
The one's that let me know how much you care.
It is without you that my eyes are blind with no sight to see.
For you have brought marvelous beauty to what didn't exist.
It is there in my heart that is a dark and lonely feeling.
One to which now you fill with joy and happiness.
For without you, the music was just something to ease the hurt.
But now it is something more as I hear each key on the piano play.
It is our time we spend though far away.
It is your smile I see when I close my eyes to pray.
It's your heart I feel as I lay down at night.
As I think of what it would be like with you by my side.
It is there my days grow long as I wait the day of us to be.
I hear David Nevue as he plays, Watching the Clock.
As I count the minutes slowly passing by.
For it is without you my soul desires to love.
As my pain turns into tears from the love I have for you.
Like a Cry of the Sea, I hear my waves crash the inside of my being.
As like the sea, it looks for some place the water can escape its volume.
It is there I am expose to all that God has given.
As I find myself loving you in every way.
But it is your persistent that keeps me fighting to survive.
As you have given me great hopes of true love.
Because without you, I never would of love.
As you are my angel of sweet and pure godly love.
But it is there I love you the most.
As my heart feel you tugging hard.
But it is there I am not without.
Because you complete me forever as my heart belongs to you.
With great expectations of my wildest dream.
It is without you I would just merely exist.
But because of you that I have found my love for life.
That of the spirit of my soul I'm down on bending knee.
As I pray for us never to part this existing of it's being.
But forever love one another with all our heart and my life I give to thee.


Details | Ballad | |

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 | I do not know? | |

The Battle of My Heart

Run, run, run, run
As far as the wind would bring
Away from the battlefield i run
To the destiny and fate i would cling

So it seems I could go on no more
So it seems i couldn't take another step
In my heart, this feeling can no longer be ignored
This heart vowed a promise that can't be kept

Someone save this tormented heart
Save me from the hell of this world
Nay, stay away, keep us apart
I don't understand why to me you're cruel

With my within i'm battling
But it seems strength i'm lacking
Even if by my side warriors are standing
I still kept on running...

I raise my open palms
I pray to the Supreme Lord
Grant me strength and make me calm
Defeat the enemy i fought

Now I have a strength anew
My warning he did not abide
Now, the world say goodbye to you
Restoring instantly my limping pride

So now my enemy has fallen
I rise into power once again
My heart is now strengthen
No longer it endure the pain.


Details | Villanelle | |

Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







Details | I do not know? | |

Little Doe's Farewell

Gone  are the days when we were young
Gone is the time when we were one
Through centuries and space I’ve waited for you
And kept my heart true to only you
I may not look the same I you know
But look into my eyes, yes it’s Little Doe
I prayed you’d remember and somehow see
But alas I see you no longer know
The maiden from so long ago
My heart is sad for I know it must be
That once again together we will not be
My heart and soul will go on you see
In my heart you will always be
For someday I will belong again indeed
To Running Wolf, brave warrior of the Cherokee


Details | Quatrain | |

One Life to Live

My heart yearns to be reciprocated
Every good heart deserves to be loved

The passion is still strong yet dimly lit
Keeping the faith as the fate is growing
I’m feeling faint and falling to my knees
Loss of breath, depth, and height

I'm losing my firm grip slowly letting go
My palms are sweaty, my spirit is frail
Disconnected from the rest of my being
I’m weak, limber...fluctuating high and low

I am invisible, silent like dead flies
Falling from the night's sky like a tear drop
In mine eye, a red river is flowing
You can see lonesome shadows of despair

Hearing cries of help during the midnight breeze
Pain and agony, hurt and betrayal
Blank slate is naive too soon to prevail
Escaped from reality and plumeth...

Buried six feet under with soil and dirt
Ashes to dust like crumbling particles
My soul evaporates into thin air...
Was my identity lost or stolen?

You have one life to live so live it
To the fullest as if it were your last


Details | Rhyme | |

a gift

                                       (5/25/12)

So many different things that we don’t understand
So many different things that are in gods plan
A touch, a look, a place ,a face, a sound, a word
All of these things we have seen or heard.

What I treasure most are those moments that I spend with you
Cause I know exactly what you want me to do.
when I hold you in my arms , I feel your heart begin to race
It beats so fast that I can’t join the pace.

I feel you quiver to my every touch
And I know I need you twice as much.
Falling in love with you was no surprise
I knew it when I looked in your eyes.

My heart was taken and molded into you
To a point I didn’t know what to do.
You used my heart like molding clay
And with you is where I want to stay.

This was a gift that GOD sent to me
And in your arms I will always be.
Holding you , caressing you
making love to you
my whole life through.

A gift of love is more precious than 
any diamonds or pearls , or emeralds and rings.
A value amount can not be put on love
For it is given from GOD above.

Love and life go hand in hand
This is something we must understand.
If there is no love, than no one would care 
If we lived or died and not one shed tear
Would any one cry.
 there would only be negativity and hate
And never feel or know about religious faith.
We would then be called the living dead
That is something that I dread.

So this gift which was given to me
I’ll treasure the rest of my days
For there is no better way.


Details | Rhyme | |

a heart once lost

As I lay awake in the twilight, lost in thought.
All my past demons awaken I once fought.
The sorrow takes over me so strong and deep.
My inner soul continues to weep.
Where all my woeful feelings I do keep.
My tears pour like a summer's rain.
This beautiful heart is torn apart by all this pain.
My saddened heart bleeds from my inner soul
What now is just a crumbled mess which once was whole.
As I watch my past life flash before me,
My tear stained eyes slowly close so I don't have to see.
The life I thought was once complete is nothing but a distant memory.
Pieces of my broken heart are left behind.
A shattered woman is what you will find.
I can't be that person anymore.
I need to feel what I once felt before.
It's time to open my heart's closed door.
Love brings with it joy,happiness, and sorrow.
In order for me to live again, I have to love again like there maybe no tomorrow.
My heart cries to be once truly loved.
So I call upon my faith and God above.
Take away from my heart this melancholy place.
Fill it with all the love I can give in it's space.
Give me the courage to fight the demons I must face.
Life is short and if we dwell on mistakes of yesterday.
It's impossible to let love find it's own way.
I ask for the inner courage to give my heart away.
Let all the bad memories remain secluded in the past.
Open this bruised and closed heart to a love that will last.


Details | Light Poetry | |

If he only knew

                       I still love you but I don't know why?
                      It just get's so hard for me to say goodbye
                     Iguess it's because when it comes to love I only 
                     loved that one guy,The same one that would lie
                    and lie and the one that made me cry and cry.
                                          We been threw thick and thin 
                   the only diffrence now he don't love me like he
                    did back then.I use to talk to him everyday and night
                  these feelings I have for him are so hard to fight, I just
                   want him to hold me again and say everything will be alright.
                                          He said the way he is now is because of you
                   and I know in my heart that is true now I'm left not knowing
                 what to do,He breaks my heart everyday were apart if he only
                really knew.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatman's Song 7/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                       7/Many

Inner Conflict of Urveshi

While her mind was cautioning her to retain
The comforts and luxuries of heaven
And not to go to earth, which can take form her
The blessings to live in heaven
Her heart again tried to murmur in her mind
Was she really happy? In the heaven sublime
Was not she tired of living in comforts and 
Was not she fed-up with the non ending joys?

What was this life without anything to sacrifice
Without the joys of pains and pleasures after sufferings
Where everyone meets, but no one departs
Where everyone sings, but no heart rejoice
Where everything is gained, without ever any loss
Where seasons remain same, without any change
And never the heart moves, to sing a sad song
Where no Koyal* sings, its melodies in spring
Where no flower fades and always remains the same
Where no one feels tired and no one ever retires
Where no one fails and no one wins

Urveshi’s mind felt fed-up with these never ending comforts
Her heart exclaimed in utmost uneasiness and pain
Even these non ending comforts are useless 
Without love, loss and gain 

Urveshi’s decision

She made-up her mind to at least go to earth
To listen the songs of the boatman first 
Songs of the boatman, for which she has fought
So much so, with her mind and heart 

Lord Indra’s reaction

When Indra came to know
The decision of the heart of Urveshi
He was stunned for a moment
As the decision was beyond his imagination
His mind could not conceive 
That someone can think like this
And can take such a dooming decision
It was beyond his mind and imagination 
That Urveshi can decide to leave the heaven
Which is her most prideful possession
And a place for which every one prays
And waits and waits to find such an abode of 
Their hearts longings and wishes

Indra knew that without Urveshi
Even the heaven would loose its luster and shine
As its prime beauty would no longer be inspiring to smile
Or would no longer be dancing 
To enjoy the songs of Urveshi

Urveshi’s Visit to Earth 

While on way to the earth from heaven
Urveshi was still thinking and trying to find a way
How to go close to that boatman’s voice
Whose song echoes had already 
Captured her mind and heart so tightly

Ravindra				to continue….
Kanpur   India 10th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang  (A name
*Koyal ( A singing bird of India like Nightingale


Details | Rhyme | |

Time Beats On

Cut your bleeding heart out,
And place it on the ground,
For all those to look,
Deceiving those around,

Lock your bleeding heart in a box,
And give it to those in need,
Hold back all of the tears,
Block out all of the debree,

But does your bleeding heart deserve to be protected?
Given and taken from the wrong,
The wrong notes and words,
That now make up your love song,

Shatter your dreams with your bleeding heart,
Prove the innocent of their hate,
Fall to your knees and expire,
As hopelessness always indicates,

Stay up late with your bleeding heart,
And discover the truths of your veins,
The blood is soon to run dry,
Bringing back all of your pains,

Your bleeding heart cries for my blood,
But you’ve already given it all away,
Wasted it all of the wrong,
Causing panic and then decay,

You begin to hate your bleeding heart,
The innocent can’t renew your soil,
It’s Your veins, Your soul,
That are running out of oil,

Cut your bleeding heart out,
And lock it in a box,
Listen to every single beat,
With it, you’ll never be lost


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatman's Song 10/ Many

The boatman’s Song				10/Many

The beauty of that black horse got doubled
With the glittering beauty of the princess on the horse 
Who was elegantly riding that black horse beauty 
While coming towards the boatman with a speed 
He had never seen earlier, when a lady was on a horse 

Her shining long black hairs and few locks on her face, were
Blending with the ravishing beauty of her charming face
Which even the sunbeams were trying to penetrate
To kiss her rosy lips and her glowing lovely face
And with each gush of morning beams
A blush came on her lovely face
On which hundreds and thousands can live and die
And can wait for a whole life to see that face

Her body was glittering like a gem
Because of her teenage and beauty excelling her age
And her youth over sprouting from her bosoms
From her princes sly top and riding trousers
She was dazzling the eyes of the boatman
As there was no one else 
Who could dare to behold her beauty and grandeur
Which was par excellent, any where on earth

She stepped down from the horse back 
With a beautiful sharp jump on the sand
And stood beside the heavenly beautiful horse
She saw the boatman was standing near his boat
And was singing a melody unaware of her gaze

The moment the princess heard that voice
Her heart jumped from her chest
Which had just calmed from thrills
As she had stepped by jumping from the horseback
And her body had calmed only few seconds back

Enchanted and allured by the beauty and heaviness of voice
And totally stunned to see his manliness, so warrior like tight
She forgets her princes sly pride and got lost in adoring
His song and his enchanting voice
Coming from the depths of that singers heart
Suddenly she found herself standing before the boatman
Lost in his heart capturing eyes

There was no one else except these two
And the boatman could not believe
Whether it was a dream or a reality come true
He too was lost in the charms of her eyes
And even forgot to finish the song he was singing
And felt only that someone was penetrating 
In his heart and mind, deep some where very deep


Ravindra				              to continue….
Kanpur   India 12th January 2010  

* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Tai-Ana at Age Ten and Far Away

			1

Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn
thine absence half a decade spent in vain
to break the bonds that tie, that fett’ring chain
that holds me from embracing  thee, thyself  in turn.

Thine all enchanting smile, piercing eyes–
thy flailing arms, the limbs, with rhythmic stroke – 
responses soundless to the silent words I spoke
to thee before from thee Fate forced me from thy cries.

I watched thee grow through temp’rate times of yore – 
remembering the gall’ry of my mind.

‘Twas all I had.
			
			2

Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still ache
thy presence all too far in distant land
where careless arms push thee with calloused hand
away from mine where once I swore thee none could take.

Thine eyes with tears I shared I shed alone
so thou might never feel the agony
the anguish, loss of my identity,
thy father, thee my offspring, daughter, dearest one.

I watched thee grow through chilling times, and more – 
remembering thy portrait in my mind.

‘Twas all I had.

.			3

Oh, gentle child, how doth my soul yet yearn
those many hours oft upon my breast
thy head thou laid safe harbor for thy rest,
thy questions,  mind alert, thy hungering to learn.

Thy voice I hear through dreams and zephyr breeze,
thou lark by morn by eve the nightingale,
as Dawn and Dusk, Aurora without fail,
thou hast my heart and soul kept warm with ease.

I watch thee grow, and will,  forever more – 
remembering thy sculpture in my mind.

‘Tis all I have.

		4

Until we are as one renewed
some future date somewhere awaits
when thou her servant dare to flee 
that which with thee so long accrued
where here I love and there she hates
that wily witch who bindeth thee. 

Break loose those  prison bars that bind
thy tired wings that flap in vain – 
Renew thy pledge at length to find
thy youthful freedom once again.
Then shalt thy flags fly high aloft
while eagles scream thy freedom song,
while robins chirp with redbreast, soft – 
all a capella – pure and long.

Then both our souls shall share their peace,
a father and his daughter, found
to spend their lives on borrowed lease
to live and die on hallowed ground.

Thus, take, Tai-Ana, this, my prayer
that fathers and their children hear
of this solemnity
that children here and everywhere
ne’er shed a sad though soulful tear
for all eternity.

[Finis]


Details | I do not know? | |

Wants and Needs

Why is life so difficult?
All the time I wonder, 
Why I stand against lightening 
But I cower from the thunder.

Lightening is life. 
It’s what causes me to make a choice. 
The sweet yet forceful sound 
Of thunder is the sound of your voice.  

When I cry my endless tears, 
Why does my heart forcefully bleeds?
Why am I constantly torn
Between my wants and my needs?

I have only one want
But my needs are what I need to do. 
If my needs help hold a better 
Than I want to need you. 

My heart says it can 
Take any blow she will throw, 
But can I really trust my heart?
I don’t know.

I want the sweeter things in life 
But I need the bitter. 
If my wants lead me to death 
Then I need to be with her.  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

'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 | Couplet | |

Matters Of The Heart

We've come a long way
I can honestly say
As I look to the past
I never thought we'd last
But look where we are
We've come so far
We've given and we've taken
We've done things forsaken
We've laughed and we've cried
Sometimes we've even lied
I've hurt you and you've hurt me
But our love feels like it was meant to be
My heart is yours and your heart is mine
It is rare to find a love so divine
Our love is strong and it will come to grow
Forever together is a long time you know
By your side, I will always be
I love you and you love me
We'll stay together and never part
As long as our love comes from the heart


Copyright © 2002   Shari E Davis


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatman's Song 8/ Many

The Boatman’s Song 8/Many

Urveshi finding no way out 
Remembered her nymph friend Tarang*
She knew that Tarang can help her to find a way
To go close to that boatman, whom she has started loving so much
For hearing those heart touching melodies 
Which had changed her life like a magic in heaven

The moment Urveshi remembered her friend Tarang*
The airy Tarang* heard her hearts voice and 
Immediately came near her friend Urveshi
She murmured in her ears,
“O Yes, my darling crown princess of heaven,
I am here with you to help you, O immortal beauty divine,
Whose glance only can kill even the bravest of brave kings,
In heaven or on earth, even without a drop of Hemlock wine

The moment Urveshi heard the voice of her nymph friend Tarang*
Smile returned on her face with a blush, which brightens the 
Beauty of a woman, irrespective whether she is on earth or in heaven
Urveshi briefed her friend Tarang* 
About the longings of her heart for the boatman and his songs
And told her that, she finds no pleasure now in heaven
Ever since she has heard the echoes of the boatman’s songs

Nymph Tarang after listening the story of Urveshi
Told her to wait there only, till she returns after seeing the boatman

Invisible Tarang took leave from Urveshi 
And vanished from their on her wings 
To see and meet the boatman on earth
Tarang using her extraordinary powers
Located the boatman’s boat,  near the bank of river Ganges
She came near the boat, where the boatman was waiting
Looking at the sand dunes, as if he was waiting for something
His face was grim and his eyes were trying to find someone

Tarang got charmed by seeing this wonderful & handsome Youngman
Although till then, she had not heard even a word of his voice
About which her friend got so much enchanted and charmed
That she even left her permanent dwelling place like heaven, 
To see him and to hear his songs, on a place like earth

Tarang decided to wait till the boatman moves his boat
So that she may gets a chance to hear those wonderful enchanting
The thing which was left, was reading the boatman’s mind 
For which Tarang decided to wait for a while 

Ravindra                                                          to continue

Kanpur   India 11th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves


Details | I do not know? | |

The Feelings Deep Within Me

I wonder if I can ever find the words 
Those that are in my heart and long to say
 I've tried so many times to start to write them
Yet they never sound the right way
 Do I say too little or too much
 Dare I say what's in my heart and how I long for his touch
 Just the sound of his voice would brighten my day
 To look in his eyes and know that there is all the words he can not say
To take his hand and hold it close to me
To stand beside him knowing it's where I will always want to be
 And so I sit and wonder of things that could be
For these words and feelings will always be with me


Details | I do not know? | |

The Warrior

The Warrior

My pencil is my sword
My eraser is my shield
And when I go to war
My paper is my battlefield 
When life is to much
This is how I express the way I feel
And so I write such words
As murder, stab, kill
When people read these words
Misunderstanding they think I’m insane
But this is just how I vent
All my anger, frustration and pain
People that don’t know me
Think I look like a bad man
The people that say they do know me
Think I live the life of a madman
All of these things
Circling in my head
Sometimes I have to wonder
Would I be better off dead
I used to be a somebody
And my reputation would reflect
That I used to be a person
To look up to and respect
But now you can see
By the trembling in my hands
That all I am these days
Is a tired, broken man


Details | Rhyme | |

Before Her Heart Stopped Beating

Before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things to say
Things that just can't wait

This pain she's lived with
Has made her push people away
She thought she wasn't worth it
So they weren't allowed to stay

But before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things she must say
Things that can no longer wait

To her parents,
She's sorry she couldn't hold on
As she lays there while
Her lasts breaths are being drawn

To her family,
Everyone who showed her love
She's sorry she couldn't stay
She had too many things she couldn't get rid of

To her friends,
She's sorry, too
It wasn't their fault
They did everything they could do 

To the guy she left
Waiting for an answer to his question, "Why?"
She's sorry, but she knew
It would be a hard goodbye 

To anyone else
She may've left out
She promises to remember you
When she gets to the end of her route

But before her heart stopped beating
She spoke the words that could no longer wait
Even though her words would reach us 
Too late


Details | Free verse | |

The Scar

      
     
           
 They told me..forget it..! 
 They confused me.. 
 They ordered me... 
 "Control your thoughts.."  

 Whenever I see flowers...
 My heart leaps with joy..
 But when I reach near... 
 They wither.............  

 Whenever I see babies... 
 My heart leaps with joy.. 
 But when I reach near... 
 They cry....... 
 
Whenever I look in mirror, 
It frightens me......... 
 THE SCAR ! 
  


Details | I do not know? | |

Undoubted Deception

Now my doubts are clear
The thing i fear have arrived
Though my sadness is contented in a silent tear
I just wonder how i might survive

Now that my heart feels pain
And mixed emotions i tried to contain
The solution to this seems so faint
What should i do when i meet split lanes?

I am afraid to make any decisions
Nor would i want to believe my perception
Am i going to face any deception?
That is my heart frequent question

I, suddenly feel so small
Hiding myself under my veil
I ignore my heart frequent calls 
I get love to no avail

I want to give him a chance
But it seems that it will lead to deception
He won't realize it until everything is done
He won't realize that this girl is one in a million

Let it be what it has to be
Though i know my heart needs to be free
I am hurt by the future i am supposed to see
I regretted ignoring my heart recent pleas....


Details | Blank verse | |

the rotting edge of hope & abandon pt. I

when the world falls,
will you be my figurehead queen?
dark regent, of my secret heart & broken-glass dreams
drip waterfall lies from full pink lips
& bleed out your truth(s) to me?
come silently in the night
over plush & supple fields of carpet
into the halls of my half-waking 
& reach for me through the illusions 
& shadows of my own doubt,
so strong, it wraps me up, 
myself all contained & tainted, 
tainting only myself.
be the beautiful & shining falsehood
that brings me back into a world of
the likewise
leaving the torn pieces of the true falsity, the true reality
hanging shreded in the doorway
rotting on the edge of
what was & what could be
be my perfected failure,
my self-less
& self-serving love
my heart is yours;
it never beats the same way twice


Details | I do not know? | |

The Day My Daddy Died

to my daddy, Walter M. McGlothin (Aug. 2, 2005)... going home!!!

When someone you love is taken away
There is never enough time
No matter if its
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Eons...

~

The heart can't seem to handle an absence
That is the beginning of its existence

~~

My daddy died today...
And eighty-six years of living, still
Did not prepare our hearts for God's will
Forty-nine years of knowing him
Still did not brace me as his life dims

~~

My daddy died today...
And yesterday I prayed
That his suffering be stayed
Yet I wasn't ready to accept
His calm face as he eternally slept
In the hospital bed in desperate escape
Wearing a diaper that made my heart ache
Needing a tell-tale sign that life just slowed
Not stilled; finding none, the blood no longer flowed
I was not ready to let him go...

~~




My daddy died today...
Surrounded by a family's dismay
Seeing his strength slipping away 
Before our eyes each day
A strong, proud man
Never in need of a helping hand
Riding a bike at age eighty-plus
Able to out talk the lot of us
Dwindling as sifting sand 
To a small fragile man
A diminishing strength behind the pain
He steadfastly refused to claim…

~~

My daddy died today…
And we left to mourn his passing
Know within our hearts that everlasting
The originator of our field of flowers
Is resting with the omnipotent powers
In serenity of death the pain belied 
He endured during his living decried

~~

The warmth of his hand 
As I for the last time
Touched my father’s soul casing
A memory that will forever be mine

~~

My daddy died today…
And in the faces of my sisters, brothers
Nieces, nephews and my mother
I saw the blessing his life had given
I saw the strength we inherited even
When we didn’t see it during his living

~~

I saw the love of a family that will miss
The essence of my daddy’s character
And mourn the passing of his spirit
From here to the forever after

~~

My daddy died today…
And now I know why God granted me
The many days we sat on his porch together
As he told me about the life of a man
I didn’t know even though he was my father

Now I can see the dark cloud blessings
Seeing his strength weaken to a point of realizing
That God has indeed blessed him to live
To understand the one thing only God can give

~~

Life
This one granted abundantly
Through the blessings of a loving
Overflowing, caring family
Our riches and wealth realized
Magnified
And deeply
Exemplified... 

On the day my daddy died





Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Boatman's Song 9/ Many

The Boatman’s Song       9/Many

After taking some passenger, the boatman moved his boat
And while oaring the boat he started his singing 
Tarang felt as if, someone was pouring honey in her ears
While her heart and mind got enchanted by the song of the boatman
It was a rare pleasure for a nymph, to hear such a voice on earth
For a very long time she could not know, how much time passed away
She found the boatman was about to reach the other bank’s end 

The Boatman was lost in his own world of thoughts
Tarang* thought to find more from his mind
As she was capable to enter in a human minds to know its 
Past, present and even future designs
She took a dive deep into his busy mind and 
Traced all that she wanted to find, within no time

But to her surprise, there were many things
Totally different than what she was expecting to find
The boatman was a prince in exile, escaped to save his life
From those who were trying to kill him
To rule his fathers kingdom and he was living in disguise

From seeing his body Tarang had felt herself
That this man is not an ordinary Youngman
Having all the qualities of a true warrior like body 
But what shocked Tarang was the knowledge 
Of the boatman’s love affair with a princess 
For whom he was looking at those sand dunes
And for her only he used to sing those heart touching songs

Tarang* knew that this truth would be devastating for Urveshi*
Who has come to earth, all along from heaven
As she is deeply in love with this extra ordinary man
Who is so appealingly charming and handsomely bold
In spite of his just crossed teenage, he looks like chief of an army
Only his soldiers appears to be missing or at rest 
Such was the real beauty of that boatman
Whose entire life was open before Tarang* like a book
And she could see even his future so bright
But Tarang* was sad to know all that 
As her friend Urveshi* was going to affected badly
When she would know that the boatman was 
Already in love with a princess of alluring beauty 

Boatman’s love story

Tarang traced the love story of the boatman
Which began one day, when he was waiting in his boat
For some passengers to come to move the boat 
From the river bank side
Suddenly he saw someone coming on a horseback
The riders black horse was shining
In that white sand spread all around, he could see that side


Ravindra				              to continue….
Kanpur   India 12th January 2010  

* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Lonely Grave

1

I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.

A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away.

I called out your name and shed many a tear.

And hoped in my heart that you would appear.

2

God took you from us that fine sunny morning.

Our lives now shattered without any warning.

Your work here on earth has finished this year.

Your books and teachings you spread  far and near.

3

It was a pleasure to know you for sixty odd years.

And when my time comes I will have no fears.

You will be waiting to greet me as oft times before.

When I call to your house and knock on the door.

4

Each night when I lay my head down to sleep.

I will ask the lord your soul to keep.

And if you find any time away from your books.

Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.


Details | Narrative | |

Dear Friend

From my heart to yours,
you are a precious man,
from the very first time,
I read your work,
it was not hard to understand.
The trials you endured,
the pain, and the tears,
locked away,
you found your Saviour so near.
Let no man or woman,
who dwells on this earth,
spit on a heart so sweet,
all I can say,
is they have the nerve.
Walk tall my friend,
may the wind,
always push you forward,
and pray for the lost,
and the foolish cowards.
I don't know what was said,
or who is to blame,
forgive them dear friend,
and ask for the same.
We as a people,
have a journey of our own,
each, and everyone,
should know right from wrong.
Continue on your path,
you have much to do,
and remember the devil,
will use a few.
I call you friend,
as many here do,
and from my heart to yours,
I wish only the best for you.

Michael Jordan, you are a special kind of man.
One that I am proud to call my friend.......
One if ever needed would not turn his back...
I have never met you, but I can say,
actions speak very strong...for you are willing
to reach out, and help...to me, you have what it takes
to be a lighthouse for others....


Details | Couplet | |

Become a Poet

I know nothing of meters and such
Never was one to read poetry much

Spent most of my life in the dark
A lost soul trying to make his mark

To free myself of my own plight
Picked up a pen and started to write

No idea what I would write about
I opened my soul let it all pour out

Lost in the plight of father time
I wrote out rhyme after rhyme

Through my poems it occurred to me
I’m no longer bound my mind is free

And with-in that freedom what I found
Every beating heart has its own sound

Many years later and free of the dope
I found in the Lord a brand new hope

Straight from my heart I hope I show it
It was truly my fate to become a poet


Details | Free verse | |

If He Only Knew

She thinks about him constantly
Sometimes, more than she wants to
Her thoughts get carried away
A life that only exists in her dreams
Memories of times they once shared
Days when they talked for hours on end
Through good times and bad
She longs for those times again
Distance has made life difficult
They both have tried to move on
He seems to have found someone new
But for her, no one compares
Her heart aches when hope fails
Times passes without a word
The days seem longer now
Sometimes, she can’t even sleep
She doesn’t understand 
Where is this man she once knew?
She fell in love with him long ago
Their fate seems twisted by distance
Each day brings renewed hope
Her heart still open to love
Hoping her pain will lessen
Destiny still in her dreams
If only he knew

Copyright © 2006   Shari E Davis


Details | Pastoral | |

Space

I need someplace better to go. 
Like a poverty-stricken township. 
In a city made of gold. 
Where people trust and love each other. 
Where I would loose control. 
And scream my happy heart out. 
Like fallen warriors of old. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
I'll bide my time and set my pace. 
To loose this spoiled human race. 
And let my free heart roam. 

And I've seen someplace better to hold. 
Like an Amazon rain forest. 
In a land that unfolds. 
And shows its povertized people. 
With hearts made of gold. 
Like people of few having a lot and most nothing. 
Not people like you smoking rock and still huffing. 
If it only meant something. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
To find a sign and then embrace. 
All the people there. 
Who call this space their own. 

So music makes your soul rollover. 
And it's something you can share. 
With a world that ran out of luck. 
Or that girl that doesn't care. 
Like a feeling locked inside a page. 
Of love, or life, or even rage. 
This music is despair. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
Of waterfalls and open space. 
And leaving here without a trace. 
To help these people home. 

And Now I'll cry and release my soul. 
Over a glass of wine. 
For this music man who's simply slowly dyin’. 
And this man of rhytmatic drums. 
Lay in bed and slowly hums. 
A song of simple glowing suns. 
That draws him into them. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
Entering my saving grace. 
A simple sacred holy place. 
And die inside my home.


Details | Lyric | |

The Escapist's Plea,

I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away


Details | Rhyme | |

"Illusive Heart"

"Illusive Heart" 

I feel lonely, and yet you are here.
You hold me close; but, your heart isn't sincere.

You utter bittersweet promises that all will come true.
My heart doesn't believe anything; that is said, from you.

Your just fooling yourself if you think I wouldn't know.
All the covered up lies, that you have did; or ever told.

I came to you that night and stated we were through.
Leaving begging promises, my feelings; you left askew.

Munipulator of words you try another hand..
What part of "we're through" do you not understand?

I ultimately packed my heart and walked out forever.
Finally feeling free, as much as I could endeavor.


Details | Pastoral | |

My Heart And My Soul

My heart feels lonely and I am blue
I dont know what I can do, for I wonder
if I'll see the Son of God looking at me 
and if he dose will he be pleased or say 
this day go from me, Oh how I do want to
see heaven, I've been saved sence I was seven
my heart cries out from the deaths of my
soul save me God from this day on Dose he 
hear me Yes or No this lonely feeling is 
haunting my soul Please dear God make it
stop and help me see heaven in Loves pure
light.


Details | Sonnet | |

Aphrodite Night

    APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


Details | Rhyme | |

soul and sorrrow

silent spirit,
screaming out,
eyes flood,
shed your doubt,
washing hearts,
to keep them clean,
always hidden,
love unseen,
bluest eyes,
oh so clear,
i give in,
to what i fear,
falling now,
into the sky,
have no time,
to wonder why.
 
 
love and glitter



Details | I do not know? | |

This isnt Love

These emotions i can no longer hide
Getting so tired of being put aside
Getting put second to everything in you life
From the money your baby mother even your ride
You know this isnt love 
And you know this isnt right
Yet you expect me to smile and act like everything alright
I cant do this anymore
I cant even sleep at night
My eyes are all cried out 
My heart has shaddered from the pain
My mind is tired of wondering 
And my voice is gone from speaking out on this thing we call a realationship
I wanna love you
But i can no longer try
I'm tired of wonderin why 
why do i love someone who is and my never be mine
Some one who love money more than life itself
Someone who'd give me up in a heart beat in order to gain a little wealth
This isnt love and this isnt right
this is the last time i'll have a sleepless night



Details | Ballad | |

I am

I am a child learning many new things,
I am into dimmonds and beautiful things,
I am loved,
I am cared for 
I am an adult,
I am recoving from abuse,and physical assult,
I am trusting,
I am gental,
I am mending in my heart,
I am helped by freinds,
I am making a new start.....
Thats just begining.....


Details | I do not know? | |

Eyes of Fire and Heart of Stone

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

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

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

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


Details | Imagism | |

dignity

across rooms gust strong winds
emptiness without formed cracks

shook narrow confines
from the darkness within

indeff,rent,rent songs
nostalalqiques dreams
attentive inhumane screams
desire to belong

to accept dignity
speak sweet
accept defeat and
smile throu tormented peace.


Details | Free verse | |

Jesus You Know His Heart

Once soft meadows so full of life,
now hold shadows, blocking the light.
Words unheard, and dreams untouched,
once your eyes laughed so much.
Distant sounds, still call your name,
within a body silenced by the game.
Love can't touch, and tears can't clean,
that part we know as self esteem.
Yesterdays of you, bring me joy,
recalling back when you were a boy.
Shiny blonde hair, and smiling blue eyes,
my heart forever hypnotized.
As tomorrow comes, and life goes on,
somewhere happiness must belong.
My prayer for you I humbly ask,
may light surround you within God's grasp.
A blessing for me, when you were born,
but somehow evil has sent this storm.
Jesus You know him, but he has lost his way,
hold him tight, don't let him stray.
Bring him safely to me once more,
as the waves get higher on unknown shores.
Lost is lonely, and screaming for help,
but I can't save him all by myself.
I give him to You, as I sit and cry,
a mother in pain, I cannot lie.
Your mother watched, as you died on a cross,
a mother in pain, for her son she had lost.
You gave her comfort, You called her name,
now I give You mine, my heart feels the same.
Bring him safely back into the flock,
as You guide a lost vessel from hidden rocks.
Let him know joy, let him feel rain,
as Your Love gently brings, my son home again.





Details | Free verse | |

Jaded

Someone to hold me tight,
To laugh all through the night,
That’s what I want most in my life,
To be a mother, best friend, and wife.

I want to know
That someone’s always there for me.
I want it to show;
Our love will live forever, unconditionally.

Sometimes I think it was not meant to be,
I was never supposed to be truly happy.
Because everyone I love just walks away;
No one in my life decides to stay.

My heart is full with love to give,
Just waiting for the one.
I want to sing, I want to live,
To dance out in the sun.

I lost a part of me a while ago;
That part stays hidden, I do not show.
I don’t open up so easily, 
It takes some time to get to know me.

I’m afraid of getting close
Then getting my heart broken.
This is not the life I chose,
I leave things bottled in.

Sometimes so sad and I don’t know why;
All I want to do is cry.
I can’t forgive those that hurt me,
I just wish that they could only see.

The damage they have done to a child,
So innocent and pure.
Now heartbroken and emotions running wild,
So jaded and insecure.


Details | Rhyme | |

Pillow Your Heart.

There is an angel for all of us,
I know this to be true,
You know when things get really bad?
And there is nothing left for you,

When your heart is down and that golden crown,
Once worn in a life you knew?
Has slipped aside as the tears you cry,
Make you feel that your life is through,

To see this angel then step aside,
Don’t look at yourself or your broken pride,
Just seek a person worse off than you,
And offer your help for your heart to renew!

And then your life and all it is,
Will be touched with an angel’s gift to give,
For to cry for yourself, then nothing to gain,
And always in tears your heart will remain,

But to give to another when you are down.
Then always you will wear a crown,
And the angel beside you will pillow your heart,
And then, 
Only then! 
Can you make a new start!


Details | I do not know? | |

If

If I loved you I would wait forever 
If I loved you I would leave you never 
 If my life ended today 
 Somehow I would come back to you someway 
If you left me and made me cry 
 I would still be here and not ask why 
You hold in you hands a heart that cherishes you 
My spirit and soul belongs to only you 
 If I loved you and you did not 
I would carry this secret forever deep in my heart 


Details | Couplet | |

God's Concrete Poetry/Art

Man is an excellent work of God---
His visual poetry or art, out of mud.

Being one of God’s many creations;
Man must not forget his obligations.

Thou, man know God’s everywhere;
And yet, he does not bother to care.

Either man lives by God’s command,
Or, he will not live in a promise land.  

Man must take this into consideration,
If indeed his heart craves for salvation.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Heart Broken

How many times can a heart be broken?and still show love and trust.                
Why do we feel lost and alone,when its about to bust.
Ive studied this many times, but still im at a lost.
To know why we feel this way, i only know it cost.

You see i have a daughter,who has just turned fourteen , and wants to live her 
own life no matter how it seems.
She has broken my heart and caused lots of worry and pain,
But everything we do or say,to her its just that we are mean.

We show her love, buy her things, make sure she is safe from harm,
But because there are rules to follow,she rebells and says we are to firm.
So rather then lose her love,or see her run away,
We compermise and give in, just to have her stay.

We look to other for advice to get her life turned around,
But all she wants is to live her life and be out on the town.
School is not an option,to her thats a waste of time,
But to see her live her life this way, to us thats a crime.




Details | ABC | |

Distorted

                              Distorted

My face is distorted
Is my real face even showing?
I don't know if I'm experiencing my true feelings
My love is true is yours?
I demand you and you shut the door in my face repeatedly 
We have many years together and yet we have nothing

Our children see the real you 
The real person I  have seen since day one
I can't believe you let your love for society get in the way of my innocents
How dare you? 
I have to be everything to them and it's not fair to them 
They will grow up knowing I was the only consistency in their wee lives

Where is the outline for me?
Do you hear my screams? What about the silent ones?
I go without so much because my wee little ones need more than I 
What do you go without?

I look in the mirror at myself
Who is looking back at me?
Is this really me? Is this really my life? 

I stood by you through so much
The things you did the things you said to me
You have hurt me like no other has and yet I'm still here are you?
Emotionally I'm not here, My heart stays here, But I can't figure out where my mind is
Or where it all belongs? 
I'm so torn, so broken, so numb 
I guess I'm just going to be distorted for the rest of my time with you
I promised I would love you through everything and I have but where is the outline?

I don't see the real me and haven't in a long time thanks to you
I don't even do my hobbies anymore I just sit and watch the world as I call life pass by
Why do you want our wee little innocents to see this? what would posses you to?
If I broke my promise would I be submitted to the pits for enternity? 
I gained so much and yet I lost more much 
You hurt me with life itself and nothing but fear 
Can you honestly tell me what have you lost you entire life?

It feels like a band-aid  that I just can't take off no matter how I rip it off
Do I wear a mask over me? Does anyone see the real me anymore?
I hurt so much with you but yet I loved you for so long 
I can't accept your I'm sorry pity excuses anymore 
Is my face nothing to you? Does it mean nothing to you?

My heart feels so much anger, depression, emotions of not being wanted
Do you or have you ever felt this way?
I don't know what to believe in anymore
I feel like paper and I'm being torn into a million pieces 
Or what if you are putting me through a paper shredder?
Is the real me even showing?
I'm distorted


Details | Narrative | |

Masterpiece

Wonders of nature,
captured in time,
a blend so perfect,
as the rarest of wines.

A creation so beautiful,
a breathtaking view,
the inspiration of many artist,
as only they knew.

Each masterpiece different,
no two eyes see the same,
as the canvas comes to life,
and long live their names.


Details | Free verse | |

* Foot prints on the heart

A day comes when you know
the many people that have come
and gone have left you with
many foot prints on your heart.

The foot print treads imprinted
deep on the heart of one looking
at life differently through eyes,
open now wide taking everything in.

Eyes, once dark, lost, empty seeing
nothing but the ugliness life once held.
Escaping through the boarded up,
windows sealed with black paint.

Seeing the beauty all around embracing,
all that is seen, soaking it in like a sponge,
when wet holds all that it has soaked in.
releasing only when squeezed out.

The foot prints of the many people who,
have come and gone are the sponges
within her heart, squeezing out only the,
ones which held her captive for so long.

Others, she keeps tucked away within,
remembering all of them who have passed.
Their foot prints impacted on the heart of,
the one now with eyes wide open.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

when the heart is not right

when the heart has gone bad and there's no blood moving about
the main organ that sustains us which we can't live without
the heart is the core and essence of each and everything
be It the church, the community, relationships or whatever life brings

Jeremiah had come along to preach about the Book of Laws
for mankind can't function in a system that has flaws
but the law is one thing and the heart is another
It's the thing that motivates our fellow sisters and brothers

If the heart is not right everything else will fall apart
so accept only those things that come from the Lord God
the heart is the one thing that the devil can't get
It's under God's control and contains the Holy Spirit
so don't put your trust in those things that are temporal
rely on the promises of God, plain and simple

when the heart is not right there's not much that you can say
all you can do is turn to Father God and then start to pray
pray that He will bless and anoint you with His mercy and grace
pray that His righteous hand will fall on you perfect in place
pray that whatever motivates your fellow Christians
comes from their heart, the essence that's within

If the heart is not right, It's time to seek The Lord
and hope everything in your life will be in accord
don't put your faith and trust in the hands of mere men
for mankind will let you down again, again and again
and whatever motivates you, let It come from your heart
allow your thoughts and actions to be spiritually smart
and be It the heart of the church, the community or your own concerns
may It be a heart of purity and goodness with the spirit to discern

lead us not oh Lord, to our own understanding
let our hearts be full of that which You are commanding
for You have given us love, power and a sound mind
so let our hearts be full of the knowledge and wisdom of God's kind






Details | Rhyme | |

"IF YOU WERE MY VALENTINE!!!"

If you were my Valentine
That would mean you're completely mine
I'll tell you how beautiful you are as my 1st line
Then I'll order some nice and smooth wine
A wonderful meal we'll dine
I'll shower you with gifts that shows true love
Then instantly you're know it's straight from above
I'll be the perfect gentleman
By treating you like a real woman
Making sure you know just how special you are to me
And this isn't just words,from my heart here's the master key
As the night unfold
I'll try hard not to be bold
If you want me to go further I won't turn you down
Proving I'm the best man in town
As you began to make faces,mourn,and frown
I'll know I gave my best,my all,and  a job well done
As you whisper in my ear yes daddy you're the only one.


Details | Free verse | |

a-mused at 5:37 pm pst

flits on fairy green wings
sits atop my river of dreams
sings & enchants me
tearing torn flesh from my seams
feeding this flood
a unique pattern to rhythm
a blood-fed schism
quenched
by low breaths in the lightess morning


Details | Rhyme | |

In Thy Heart, Thou Will Always Be.

I love him, and he loves me.
This world above, can not be!

The fate that is destind, is far
more than what can be seen.

In thy heart I will always have 
thou to be.

This endless love, might never
ceas to fail, but if it shall, I will
always love thou art. 

Indeed!! 
To the death of us, shall we part!

In thy heart I will always
hath thou to be.

My love for thee, is greater than
this earth shall ever be to me.

I love thou art, 
Indeed!

In thy heart, I say to thee,
Thou art shall always be!

I wrote this For my Friend Mallory Rees and Her beloved Tim Simpson.


Details | Free verse | |

Dreams upon the Bay

At the beginning of the pier as I gaze outward,
My path appears narrow, straight also so definite.
Cascading light, showed far away shadows, un-brightly.
Precious clouds portray, a show, remembering the night.
Shallows, which shimmer on each side of my walking pier,
Have such images, bringing darkness, pressing upward.
Mocking my memories, discoloring forward thrust,
I slowly walk closer the images grow bolder.
The faded beauty, which I first saw before me, quakes,
Its’ reflections, at first reaching the pier of my life,
The light begins to concave as I go closer, end.
Broadening outward, beckoning me to follow, now,
Both beauty and darkness haunting me, this moonlit night,
As good and evil, being opposites, thus challenge.
Equally, our night dreams must survive upon the bay.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pray For Me

I'm here coming to the Lord for the things
 
That I have done for the sins that I made 

And done I am getting on my knees for yah
 
Lord tell yah to pray for me sometime I
 
Feel lost trying to make it to the top I

Tell yah lord come pray for me.

Sometimes I can't sleep telling myself

What life got to do with me

Tell yah lord come pray for me

My moms always tell me to get 

Some sleep but 

I'm always dreaming about 

people dieing on me 

I wouldn't know what to 

Do if someone I loved die

On Me 

Telling yah lord come pray for me

My life would crumble in front of me 

I wouldn't be able to complete the 

Goals set our for me

I'll be praying to the Lord like 

Why she died on me

Telling yah Lord to pray for me


Details | Lyric | |

To late not to fall

Laying here in bed at night
Pulling the covers around me so tight
Watching the candlelight fire dancing
Playing wildly on my ceiling
Inching down my walls
And I think it's about time to give it my all

It's too late not to fall
You've pulled me in, heart and all
Maybe it's the wrong thing to do
Wanting to spend my life with you
May be the wrong move to make, the wrong shots to call
But now it's too late not to fall

I quietly listen to the sound of my breathing
The love struck pound of my heart beating
Like a soft secret whispering 
Of mysteries between you and me

No more than this sounds through the night
But in the void of the dark there is still a light
And your love feels me with a soothing lullaby
A hypmotizing song of you and me
Engulfs me in a suductive love sea

While lying here with this all surrounding me
Past hurts I just can't remember to see
I only let go and dream
Of your promises of good things yet to come
and I anxiously wait for each and every one

It's too late not to fall
You've pulled me in, heart and all
Maybe it's the wrong thing to do
Wanting to spend my life with you
May be the wrong move to make, the wrong shots to call
But now it's too late not to fall.....


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Turning from God

Exuberant with an abundance of new youth,
A heart so fresh, so full of light,
Grows dark and begins to write,
It sees through the lies it knows the truth.

Its soul loves God; with him it confides, breaks bread,
The soul keeps its heart and continues to pray,
Until the day the heart converted the soul to grey,
Pain unfolded, for the human they held, was now dead.


Details | Free verse | |

The NeverEnding Flame

The candle, which sets my heart aflame
The fire, which scorches my soul with your name
One question I ask of you, the truth if you please
Why’d you reject my light, when I’ve begged on my knees
Begged for your love, pleaded for you to me
Pleaded that on your mind, my heart would be
Did not thou see, the gifts I had in store
In order to spoil thy body and spirit galore
For now, that opportune has passed, for another is mine
This unfortunate heart forever loves at the wrong time
This new found torch, so angelically sweet
She warms my soul with her soothing heat
Her hues calming, her fumes embracing
A torch not planned for replacing
Although, with that said
Visions of an old flame roam the boundaries of my head
A flame never proclaimed dead, for loving you still I do
The candle, the fire, the NeverEnding Flame that burns for you


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 | I do not know? | |

Lost Love

When I was young I lost my love ,
When I looked to the sky I saw a dove .

Waiting and watching to see what was next, 
I saw the fish and heart and thought i was blessed.

The love that was lost is trying to find, 
A place in my heart and in my mind.

The Fish stood for Life that I knew was gone,
The Heart stood for love that I had for so long.

The Dove stood for peace and I knew right away ,
That the love that I lost was the love that would stay.


Details | Free verse | |

Afflatus

Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound 
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.

So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Measurements.
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil. 

Measurements of love.


Details | Sonnet | |

A Sonnet for My Heart

For you’re my heart and my life’s chosen muse.
Without you, my life would be so confused.
    You’re the one my heart chose on that sweet day,
    You’re the one who brightened my lonely life.
    When you looked at me in that charming way,
    I knew then, I had to make you my wife.
The way you walk and the way you move, girl.
Gives my body goose-bumps the size of pearls.
    You set my life free from its loneliness,
    Alongside you is my best company.
    You filled my cup; there’s no more emptiness,
    And you are my muse to write poetry.
I say we’ve had the loveliest embark,
That’s why I wrote a sonnet for my heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflection in the Mirror

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Is the reflection I observe really coming from me?
My eyes are sunk in and my body looks frail, 
I see this reflection and my heart wants to wail.

I sometimes wonder why God put me here, 
I search and I ponder, but His will is unclear.
“Life is hard, but God is good,” a friend said to me,
But this little phrase doesn’t set my mind free.

Pains in my heart no one can restore,
The only solution is to open the door,
To let Christ in my heart and do His work,
To rid my soul of the demons that lurk.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Is the reflection I observe really coming from me?
My eyes are shining and my body looks strong,
This is the me I have been wanting for so long.


Details | Free verse | |

MidNight Condensation

I am elevated to high most unseen
the view of the heavens peaceful and serene

however I am but a man flawed in many ways
my soul battered bruised and frayed

I do but seek shelter from the heat of my own damnation
the moisture building up inside me like condensation

every waking moment is a mix of pain and pleasure
the little complexities of life that we once liken to treasure

all of me is all that is left, and is all that I despise
I see but no wisdom in my own eyes

I see no light hovering above my head
just the moist dank dark, the horror and dread

my spoils have left nothing but traces of dew
I run over to what's left to savor all that's left what little few

I am but again victim to my own demise and damnation
a fool to drown in his own midnight condensation 


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Falling apart

I'm fulling apart my heart is full of smoke I swear I dont joke
my heart is beating full confusion and I have no solution because
I'm falling apart inside I feel like I'm dieing inside because
of all the lieing my mind and heart are racen Im tracen my step 
because am falling apart


Details | Free verse | |

Thy Heart Go's Out to Thee

Thy heart go's 
out, out to thee.

For thy will still be here,
even when thou is not for me.

I want thee to know, 
That thine will loveist thou 
with all thy heart and soul.

Thy heart go's out to thee.


Details | Free verse | |

Father Time

Tick, tock goes the clock
The hands go ‘round
And never stop
Time does fly
So says the wise
The children always
Ask them why
For when still young
Time passes slow
Why this is
I just don’t know
But as we age
And by now we see
That time speeds dramatically;

The months pass like days
The years I’ll forever fear
For as each one passes
I know the end is ever near
I’m not afraid of dying
I know God will take me Home
I’m not afraid of flying
That will be left up to my soul
But what I am afraid of
And what it is that scares me so
Is the thought of losing those I love
And thought of growing old
But time does pass for all alive
There’s just no cheating 
Father Time


Details | Quatrain | |

Jeremiah is his name

An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath
A change he saw in the playful mirror, he had a different face

A broken heart powered his spirit, a spirit that had lost all sense of direction
Fake, selfish to the heart he crawled into his path
All along yearning for his fathers attention
A feeling that he never met, for he was truly lost in the yearning of affection

Anger flowed in his heart
Hope was locked up, it wasn't free always it had a bail
He never truly mean to harm anyone, yet the ones closest to him felt it all, saw his spirit fail
Alas all was lost, his family, his dreams slapped him awake, awake to his reality in part

All alone, at the bottom of the pit
His heart was bleeding and not a soul around to aid him, he fell to his knees
With his heart in his hand, reaching for the sky, he asked Jesus to take his heart and dwell in it
An ugly howl of the mind with the spirit and soul all at one, gasping for air, for life he said "please"

Shattered, his all, he was nothing but dirt with dirt
His eyes blinded by the endless tears could not see the sky, a beautiful night it was
He asked with all his mind, heart and spirit to be forgiven for his past, for his fault for his flaws
At point zero he blacked out, he died

In his death he saw a light, brighter that the sun itself, it blinded the heart 
A presence he had never felt before came over him, yet there was no fear
Pleaing to his understanding, he knew it was good, and that shortly he would awake from his sleep
Wrong, for the light drew closer and it even spoke, at the words that vented into him, he did weep

A sense of security, of purity overwhelmed his body
Afraid he was not, for His Lord was the light
In the beginning, from the very start He was there to guide him into life herself, teaching him how to fight
Darkpoet died that night, but a new being was born! In the name of Jesus Christ, he was called Jeremiah

-God, father I have been seeking you all my life,
Here I am Lord to serve You, My King.
Jeremiah I shall be, to write for You Father.

Jeremiah Eduardo Orozco 


Details | I do not know? | |

Still Love You

The way I feel for you,
I felt it all my life,
When I see you my heart stops,
As soon as I see those perfect eyes,
Your smile makes me love you even more,
I feel like I'm floating two feet off the floor,
You mean the world to me,
I'll see you only through my eyes,
I know you might not feel the same way I do,
but it doesn't change the fact that I will still love you,
 I wish that one day you can see me for my love,
Not someone who is there just to bug,
I'll give you my heart,
I'll show you my love is real,
I love you so much,
Just give my heart a little of your touch,
Give me a chance,
To share my love with you,
I'll show you how happy you can be,
If you accept to be with me,
Whatever you choose to do,
Will be ok with me,
I just wanted to tell you how I really felt,
Either way you choose I'll still love you,
No matter what


Details | Romanticism | |

As Long As I'm Stil With You

As Long As I'm Still With You
We had the ups and downs
Sometimes it felt or I made
it seem that I just didn't wont to be with you
Nothing could ever take your place
Within my heart to yours
Nobody could set my heart free like you did

As Long As I'm Still With You
There are so many things we shared
The love we packed inside for each other
Nobody could ever take it away but God
Without him we couldn't make it though the storms
Nothing is so beautiful as the blue sky

As Long As I'm Still With You
When I got the message 
That our love was going to vanish away
I broke down in tears
When I first heard I was breaking piece by piece
Nohting anymore can go wrong
Because when things get rough again
Lets put it in God hands

As Long As I'm Still With You
No one can change the way 
I feel about you 
Things came by hard as the days went by
We worked our way through them
But this one gave us a hard time
Because there was a decision to be made
A very important one
Do I really need you in my life

As Long As Im Still With You
Life would be a wreck
If I ain't go you
I don't want to go to the door no more
I used to run to it when I always think it was you
The phone rings
But I don't even want to get up no more
With you no more worries 
You was there for me when things came by so hard

As Long As I'm Still With You
But as one we came along with out love
Nothing is better than being with you
As Long As I'm Still With You


Details | I do not know? | |

With a love lost , a heart broke

I found something that was true 
So now why am I so blue?
I found something that made me happy
So why am I now lonely?
Why am I crying at night
Tears overwhelming my sight
When not too very long ago 
There was no tear to show?
In times such as these 
No matter what anyone believes 
It was something real to me
Something I thought wouldn't happen to me
Yet I fell and I fell hard
And now my heart is left scarred
It may not last forever it may be gone soon
Only time will heal my pain as I hide in my cacoon
Hoping for the day I fly once again to you
To be embraced in your arms ,just to be with you 
What I wouldn't give at this moment in time
To be able to say you were once again mine
Yet I can't hold on if you are letting go
And I hope you come back some day and I hope you know
That there isn't anyone that will replace you in my heart 
Since I let down my guards at our relationship's start
I have trusted you completely
And loved you humbly
Without the expectation of you loving me
The crazy thing is love comes free
You dont have buy it 
or even trade for it
Love comes softly like a night mist
Too many times in life love is overlooked and missed
I don't wanna be the fool that looks back in regret
To a love I overlooked or threw away and now can't get
I don't wanna be the person who says they were never 
cared for or loved because of fear
I wanna be the person you want to be with 
Not the person you accidently ran adrift
Once I say "I love you"
how could I forget you?
How can I forget the words you have spoke
or the love my heart once soaked?
How can I forget making love to you?
My lips against yours, embraced by you
How could anyone forget the one person who brought 
them to life and showed them the love they sought
How do I walk away and not hold hope 
How am I going to cope
With a love lost , a heart broke


Details | Romanticism | |

I"ll stop Loving you when

I’ll stop loving you, 
When I stop, 
Breathing.
 
When the heart of the 
Moon and sun 
Starts beating.
 
When the rains 
No longer need 
The clouds.
 
When the sidewalks 
Are empty 
Of crowds.
 
I’ll stop loving you 
When the day 
Needs no light.
 
When the stars 
Are no more 
At night.
 
When the blood 
Seizes to run 
Through my veins. 

When I can 
No longer 
Feel the pain.
 
When my heart 
Cannot 
Go on beating.
 
I’ll stop loving you
When I stop 
Breathing.



Details | Rhyme | |

Run and Live

Tender torrent, week long moment
while the skies fill dark and crimson
Back lit lightning, lovely, frightening
while my heart trips over itself
Call the whisper, brother, sister
sweep the sky with your liquid eyes
Tin the rooftops, as the heart stops
waiting for thunder to stomp the air
Birds stop singing, ears are ringing
as the clomping rain pools up
Trees kiss soil, burnt turmoil
while the wind lets loose her breath
Run for cover, father, mother
beg the sky to lift you high
If you listen, brother, sister
you will hear the sound of death.


Details | Etheree | |

An Ode to Beauty

Hyacinth and juniper
adorned in midmorning dew
alight the fields and meadow fair
as the dawn shimmers from you

Nature weeps with boundless joy
as the sun greets you with its morn
for you are as beautiful as the morning sky
from God's good grace you had to be born

No twinkling star up in heaven cries
as much for you as do I
to be near you would be such bliss
that angels would shudder and sigh

O' of all the gifts that are thrust upon this world
none so pure and delicate can be 
as such pure and delicate as she
for you are my light and my world


Details | Free verse | |

Her Crush

She turned to see the look in his eyes
Then bowed her head and turned to cry.
For she knew in her heart he would never be hers
Her feelings could not be put into words.
All she felt was the urge to die,
But there she stood and wondered why.
Why couldn't he feel the same way? 
Could she make it through another day?
She never felt a feeling so strong
But then her friends had proved her wrong.
They reminded her of all the guys
Who in the past had made her cry.
But she had so easily got over them,
Why couldn't she get over HIM?
Was it his smile,
Or his everlasting gaze,
That made her heart become ablaze?
AS the weeks slowly passed
Anther guy's heart she grasped.
Yet she did not feel the same way,
That phrase 'i love you' seemed so cliche.
So she never said it back,
And her love for him forever lacked.
So in this circle that never ends,
Another door opens
And passion begins.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Reals

HEAL MY SWOLEN HEART YOU HOLDER OF ITS PAINFULL BEAT,
REPEATING STRONG SENSATIONS WHICH DEVOUR ME,
NO LONGER STRONG ENOUGH ALONE,
MY SOLITUDE SHOWS MOMENTS THAT I'VE TRIED TO HIDE,
SUDDENLY THE ANGUISH FROM INSIDE BECOMES ALIVE,
AROUND HERE THERE IS EMPTYNESS WHERE ONCE THERE LIED A HUG,
IT SEEMS THAT NOW HUGS AINT ENOUGH TO REASURE ME YOU STILL CARE,
LIFES NOT UNFAIR IF UNDERSTOOD RIGHT,
YET CAN HARDLY GRASP IT,
CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THOSE SMILES DAMN IT,
ALL IS WELL BELOW SURFACE,
AND STILL I FEEL SO WORTHLESS,
SEARCH FOR PURPOSE IN THIS MESS,
DOING THE BEST TO GET THROUGH BEING WITHOUT ANSWERS TO MY 
QUESTIONS,
WHICH IS WHEN WILL TIME HEAL ME,
NOT TO FORGET THE HURT YOUR FEELING,
TRYING TO SEAL WHATS CALLED THE PAST,
OH HOLDER OF THIS PAINFUL BEAT MY HEART IS FEELING,
DRILLING SORROWS THROUGH MY SOUL,
FILLING WITH SOMETHING NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW BUT US,
TO HAVE A YEARNING SO PROFOUND TUGGING AT US,
MUST HAVE BEEN WRECKLESSLY IN LOVE RIGHT,
BUT I'LL FEEL THIS PAIN FOR LIFE TIMES,
REFUSING TO GO AWAY,
I WOULDN'T HAVE IT OTHER WAYS,
PREFER TO STAY AS CLOSE AS POSSIBLE,
THROUGH EVERY PASS I GO,
THINKING OF US MAKES MY HEART SWOLEN,
LIKE A LOVE THATS PASSED ME BY,
AND EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP TEARDROPS SLIPP OUT OF EYES THAT 
WANT SO MUCH TO CATCH THE SIGHT OF YOU,
THE UNDERSTANDING SIDE OF YOU,
CREATING SOMETHING GREATER THAN I'VE DEALT WITH,
NONE WILL EVER MEVER MEASURE UP TO YOU,
PLACED THE SCALE HIGH WITH ONE KISS,
IT SEEMS I'VE MISSED YOU FOR A DECADE AND THREE WEEKS,
NOW IT'S SO HARD FOR ME TO EVEN SPEAK,


Details | I do not know? | |

Kiss of Life

A humble man stumble into my life
so long ago in the land of white nights
Carrying the world of sadness without hope

Trying to hold on to some sanity and dignity
Trying to exist on little vodka and cigarette

As never ending sunset move to the west,
he left me with the kiss of life to remember
He put all of his heart and affections
to just one kiss alone
The first and the last

Just before his heart quit beating
He gave me the kiss of life to remember


Details | Free verse | |

My Love for Thee


My Love for thee will always be.
For your love is what sets me free,
you were so sweet you swept me
off my feet.
My heart went pitter patter and the
beat became such a treat.

My love for thee will always be.
First love the kind that dazes and
crazes the emotions and mind.
Pinch me please make sure you
find it is me inside and not just 
someone blind.

My love for thee will always be.
For you are all that my heart and eyes can see.
First love that engaged you and me.
The certain look in each other’s eyes.
Exasperated moments of lows and highs,
your love has me always in a sigh.

Pinch please and you will see,
my love for you will always be.
It will always be you for me.
Love is blind but my heart is not.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Letters to Theo

In the course of years, Vincent wrote out his heart. Capturing his thoughts, Around his life and art. Sunflowers were his muse, As he painted through the rain. He beautified the canvas, While adding hints of pain. His heart, mind, and soul, Were his artistic trio. He chronicled his life of art. In his letters to Theo. ________________________________ *Note: Inspired by Vincent Van Gogh's Letters to his brother Theodore describing, his art, pain, and inspirations...


Details | Lyric | |

Let's Write A Poem

Here’s my plea: Let’s write a poem for the world to read;
And in it is a message that all can relate or heed;

Encourage others to pick a pen instead of a gun;
With this poem let people be taught to bond 

all spirits, whether in distress or in joy with a smile;
This poem we write be a reminder that life is fragile;

That peace is at hand, only if we want to achieve;
People will learn to greet enemies and they shall be received;

All of us can write, whether you’re white, black, or brown;
Just believe in what you can do; and not to aspire the crown

Of hate, if you dare tomorrow comes without tears,
Nor will there be worries of living in fears;

With this poem, people will burst not
In paroxysm of rage, but, be inspired to share a lot

Such as love, hope, or maybe, just give a friendly kiss;
You know, it’s easy to write a poem, than writing peace.


Details | Free verse | |

Echoes

Echoes


Every morning a man is seen to climb upon a hill

His mission there to bare witness 
To the suns flooding as she rises 
Her painted fires airbrushed dawning through the skies
He stands alone upon the grassy barrow 
Gathering every thought and fibre 
Every nuance of the unknown marrow 
His bodies longings for his lover

The colours of the sunrise splash his passion 
Peaches suffuse azure washing blues
When the dawning orb breaks its tethered anchor
In her flaming pinks and fiery hues
Lifting his spirit from the ground 
All his soul he has encompassed
To an echoes welling plume of sound
From his throat and from his heart felt
And from a smile bathed in saddened tears
It issues from his lips all his happiness and his pain
He stands alone upon the hilltop
Brought there by the echoes 
Which always sound the same
With one lasting supplicant breath
And calls out to forever
Echoes every syllable of
Her name

Shouted out for a life he once new
Called to a life he never lived
Turned this echo to a sorrow
By a curious cuckoos tourniquet of fate
He turns to watch his shadow
And carry on his day
Descends again to the waiting meadow
But in the niche of every hour
And in the edge of all his smiles
Lays a sadness to vague to remember
Dormant in the corners of his eyes

Yes the day is filled with loving
In the patience of his hands
And his heart is given over
For living while he can
But in the shadows of the evening
The dusky moon upon the rise
A distant voice is calling
Sees the reflection of her eyes
When his heart is turned to ponder a quietly burning flame
Hearing how the echoes upon their returning
Are whispering 
His name

While the forgetful night is passing
In reincarnates senses dreaming
His breathing then beseeches
The pillow of his prayers
And as the day comes on a dusting
Airbrushed dawn of coloured peaches
Washes the flaming azure of her eyes
All those words return upon their longing
Baring witness to the dawning skies
Brought there by the echoes
Which always sound the same
And written in his calling to the new sunrise
Echoes there forever
Every syllable of 
Her name






 


Details | Free verse | |

Intrepidly through her eyes

Though my eyes my have dark circles
And my hands have become hardened and blotchy from life
My worth is valued
I have seen the discarded past of war and men 
Progress accelerated through fields of gold 
But at heart I am not old 
I may sit by the window dressed in holiday attire 
And my legs have become thin as wire 
Amongst the fragrant lilies my family gave me to watch
I smell the dreaded aroma of mossback clothes 
Fermenting old pudding idle and stale left in the bowl 
But at heart I am not old  
I hear the cries of sadness weeping into the afternoon 
Have they cursed themselves for their inability to roam?
Helplessly strapped into a existence alone 
Time passes with the speed of molasses 
Lying beside the bed are the old mans glasses   
But at heart I am not old 
Human suffering lost floating in their room 
In need to rest for this weary soul entombed 
I can still remember parts of my younger days 
My husband and the children we raised
Though I struggle to stand tall
I won’t fall 
But at heart I am not old 



Details | Free verse | |

Divine

Awakening,   cocooning
The air with tenderness,   breathing,
As it waters arid grounds,   speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul, 
It makes one
Thank God…

Nature’s divinity,   as 
It enraptures me,   liberating 
My soul from earth’s dimness and
Opaqueness…

In its arms I am,  and 
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…








Details | Blank verse | |

Prisoner Of The Past

As the earth crumbles beneath my feet
Air is heavy with indecision
A heart kept in isolation, sinks without inspiration
Living with a measure of uncertainty, anxiety, fear

Hanging on my mind, the edge
Words, I have written, consumed by flames
Unanswered questions notice; never answered
A prisoner of the past
Wishing will not make it true

Feeling like a fool, as this is my life
You gave my secrets to everyone who would laugh,
Made words lie, what i have witnessed,
Turned my pen into a sword, thrust it through my heart
Have you known remorse?

Follow me into the rain,
Taste the pain and suffering, fills my heart with sorrow
As my thoughts float away on the breeze
Time has no more meaning; everyone I cared for is gone
There is nothing left to lose

Settling over the landscape, Dissolving, in the moonlight
like a tree falling in the forest

I knew it would end this way, I cannot escape destiny

You, will all be remembered


Details | Verse | |

Poetess

In breathing her scent, her decorous compliment,
Through words that arouse and inspire thought,
A sensual lament, her rhymes circumvent 
Mediocre, and genius is wrought.

In feeling her mind, her beauty so defined
By sentiments incisive and fabulously clear,
A sculpted design of promises divine
Aspects attract and endear.

In drinking her sight, her visual delight,
In gulps that sink fathoms and cry out for more,
A vision in flight, aesthetic and bright,
Artistry formed to adore.

In touching her dream, her breathtaking scheme,
At instants both vital and blindingly fresh,
A beauteous gleam in a subconscious stream,
A feminine poem made flesh. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Convicted

This situation seems quite dense
But don't make half the sense
But it happened two times in cadence
I'll try to shorten it so I won't trespass on your patience
So here's the deal
It's becoming hard to express how I feel
On the real
An unread love letter that remains unsealed
As cliche as "looks can kill"
You heard it before so you know its real
Anyway, this is how it goes
The unbearable love that nobody knows
It numbs the pain of your heart piercing the soul
With a high on poetic flow
So sick your eyes stay low
You'll be on straight lean mode
You know
My thoughts are paced
Til faith illuminates
The pain it takes
To repair a heart that's easy to break
Here to keep
Through ideas incomplete
His kisses bleed
To a place too deep
Even love couldn't reach
Where fear consumed me entirely
Fear of what?
Well, fear of you
And what your body can do
And I can't shake the feeling that you think so too
And I realize love is a choice that affects time
And to give in to it is matter over mind
Such seductive memories left behind
Guilty and convicted by a 3-word line
Now it's my time
As I mortify this rhyme
To pass up something so kind
Or maybe sublime
Cuz his time's out of love and my love's out of time


Details | I do not know? | |

I am confused

you ripped my heart out and threw it on the floor
I don't know how to feel anymore
You twisted me into your lies and deception
I know I'm stronger then this,But i cant seem to get away
your touch is so unforgettable but regrettable 
your kisses are breath taking but destructive 
I love the things you say to me, even though its all a lie
some things feel so real, i don't know if i should believe you or leave you
And for some reason I'm stuck
you hurt me so much, but i keep coming back to you
And i don't know why i cant ever seem to get you off my mind
Your like a drug that i cant get off of
Everyone tells me to get away from you, but i can't 
You got me bound to your heart and your heart only,
I don't get why it cant be that way with you
You tell me you love me, 
but i wonder do you tell the others the same
My hearts tied in a knot,
restricting me from feeling anything but numb
I don't know what i want, the confusions growing deeper
Digging its nails into my skin
I sit and watch my tears fall to the floor,
As i wonder if you hurt the same
I need you, but i want to get rid or you
I want you, but i don"t
I love you, but i hate you
I am confused


Details | I do not know? | |

Poetry I Am

I am a sparkle of human truth,like to much knowledge that throbs like a wisdom 
tooth.
I give my heart that is to valuable to be bought,I give my true feelings as well as 
my thoughts,and Poetry I Am, to a woman's heart where true love is caught.
I am between light and dark ,where ever are you to be.
Poetry I am, what others look to find but can not reach.
I listen while dying as I struggle to hear,the pain of other relationships are what 
two lovers fear.  
Poetry I Am ,that can't be split,bent or broken.Roots of steel and hearts to heal 
like branches of an oak ,finding lost love by the gift of words I spoke ,lifting spirits 
and souls of smoke.
Poetry I Am, happiness itself breathing in air so quite it's not even a breath.
Poetry I Am, copperhead and assassins before the tomb,like dust in empty 
spaces of sunlight that fills a lonely room,true love that dims the night like the 
moon.
Love is like a sheet of paper to write all that the heart can say,secrets hide in the 
dark and truth shines in the day,till love is fold up and filed away.
Poetry I Am, when love is broken and trust is jammed,you are reading my 
heartfelt words of silent tears from deep within ,cause Poetry I Am !!!


Details | I do not know? | |

I HAD A DREAM YOU STOLE MY HEART

The December chill creeps around my bones 
My joints feel like crushed up stones 
I walk through the bittier cold night 
I really should not call you, but I just might 
 
My mind knows your poison, but my heart does not care
Life is full of pain, and you have given me my fair share
The walk is to get you out of my troubled head 
But you creep like the cold even when I’m alone in bed 
 
Sick and delusional that you’re my cure 
My mind won’t accept you don’t love me anymore 
So alone I walk, I walk until I fall 
The pain is so crippling and I will soon crawl 
 
An inch away from death is a million miles from home 
Now I only have this dessert sand I roam.  
I know I loved you to much 
 But your hold on my heart is such a strong clutch 
  Squeeze if you will until the blood won’t go through 
 
Do not stop until my heart stops 
I am so tired of loving you 



Details | I do not know? | |

I Love You

It's been two months since you came in my life
It's been two months since I've felt any strife
You gave me back my smile
The smile I hadnt had in a while so I give you my thanks
When I'm down I lean on you
When your not around I fein for you
Your aroma, your kiss, your touch, even the tone of your voice
It had beed a long time since ive felt this way 
It had been a long time since I could say i was comfortable
Im susceptible
Im completely vulnerable to you
I want to take this futher Possibly pursue a future with you
These are feelings I can no longer hide 
When people look at me they can see it in my face in my eyes
When I talk about you people can hear it in my voice
Its a weakness
Your my weakness
I need you, I want you
I guess what im trying to say is I Love You
I know it my be soon but I know what it is
I see it when I look at you and I feel it it even more when I hold you 
The warm feelings inside me, its my heart healing inside me
I found love again True Love
The only thing I see and want to see in my future is you
No more rainy days
No more cold nights
I want to spend the rest of my days with you by my side
And hopefully  one day I can be blessed with being your wife
As for now I Love You
So heres my heart I have no choice but to give it all to you  


Details | Light Poetry | |

i found a friend who's love is forever

I found a friend a friend indeed
Who knew everything about me He knew
my weakness and my troubles He knew
my heart and my sorrows He knew all
the things i've ever done The things
that kept me on the run He listened as i try'ed to explain
the things i had done in my life thus far
He listened to how I felt in my heart and
He knew what it was all about as i cried out
to Him with a shout not once did He interrupt me
or tell me I was wrong while I was going on an on 
He understood what I was going through and promised 
He would see me through and take the
pain I've known away He said forever
is what i would gain then He told me of
His love and He gave me a gift more precious then gold 
the gift of love to my soul it was enternal life in heaven 
were friendships remain forever and ever and my friend 
can be yours too if only you would ask him to


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? | |

Poetry In Black

This a reunion of the human
choosing Love this a movement
What Is Black
Beauty to Behold
Poetry Expressions
Reason for the soul to flourish
Blessings know indeed
True to Ourselves
As we Live amoungst equal beings
no sequel seeings this is No time
For Judgements This Hyprocital System
Is Living a bidding Life Give Thanks
Riddin strife Givin Life as we Breathe
Live IT Light The LIfe thay we Lead
Prayers and Blessings And Well HEalth


Details | I do not know? | |

Remain True

Letters fall into place of words,
Comes naturally by grace,
Gifted in the penmanship.
A poet is born for such a time as this.
Bushy eyes fight the limited opening,
Reading on.
Mind invites the heart.
When the spirit flows,
The reader is one with the ink master,
Loyally is established.
Beginning of all what the poet may travel.
Between the publishers & the critics?
Believe not.
Faithfulness dwells in two,
Not so much the reader.
The uncommonly one,
Poetess.
Soul travel is a must of never-ending walk on Poetic Earth.
Heart indeed to see beyond one's point of view,
Yet remain true.
Spirit into the flight,
Rubbing fingertips with the Foundation of the Blessed Untouched.
Homestead in one place,
Homeless the poet will find in the final hours.
Loyally of the readers?
I do believe relationships goes two ways...
Clever new magical words,
Casting spells only last a season.
Sweet nothing into the ears,
Treated like a woman who has heard it all.
The mist to an end.
Fame simply dies,
And the readers move on...


Details | I do not know? | |

Know How It Feels

The ache in me cries out your name 
I long to see your face again 
A love for you in my heart glows 
Yet you hurt me so why I don’t know 
I must go on I know this to be true 
 I must learn to live without you 
But in the empty corners of my heart 
 Your memory’s there ripping me apart 
I feel my spirit and soul have died 
 Yet I know that’s not true for I still cry 
 Cry for a love that still burns 
 Cry for the painful lesson I have learned 
 You could never care for me 
You proved it by the way you hurt me 
I trusted you and called you friend 
 I see I was wrong again 
I hope you find a love someday 
And she walks from you in this someway 
 And the pain it leaves you and the despair you feel 
 Know you did it to me and know how it feels. 










Details | Free verse | |

OPinions

   I am me
Do U like what U see? 
   Honestly
I wish some secrets could be washed away
     Just tell me 
I heard from so and so that i'm pretty
  But I've never heard it directly
    Family and friends don't count
         They would never call me ugly
             The mirror tells one story
            I hear so many different opinions
               When I look in the mirror I feel confused
                 I know exactly the reaction I will receive when I leave
                   I know what pants will get attention 
                       and what hairstyles will get compliments
                         Yet I walk out the door and I'm still confused  
                             Cause the only opinion that matters is you
                                  Will U like this shirt?
                                Will U notice me today?
                                   I am me 
                                    It shouldn't matter what U see 
                                        But it does 
                                          Cause my heart is a dictator
                                          My brain is caged 
                                           So when my heart says something
                                              My brain says what does he think? 
                                                  That makes me afraid 


Details | Free verse | |

Sins from within

   They say follow your heart 
    Yet if I follow it I will sin
     I want him so much
     I would snatch him just like
          I could a gucci bag
          But my conscience goes 
           So I flow and I flow
           All the while wondering 
             If I should abide by these laws
              They say don't drink
               People praise the lord 
                Yet still get tipsy
              It makes no sense to me 
                 He notices everything
                Does he notice 
               That I've been bruised deep inside 
                   Sometimes the cut hurts so badly
                     I cannot hide it
                        They say always be real
                          But if I relinquish my facade
                          I doubt anyone would be there
                              To see the real me 
                                The one who wore her bleeding 
                                    Heart right in the open for everyone to see 
                                       I seal it up nice and neatly
                                        Put a band aid were it's leaking
                                            I'm a good girl at heart
                                          But my gushing heart 
                                            Is depleating 
                                            I don't want to release the sins within me
                                                   It's becoming harder as the years go by
                                                         To sit by and pretend that I am not dark
                                                          It's just no one ever see's that part
                                                              Let's hope the band aid is made of crazy glue 


Details | I do not know? | |

Live Today

Calling to me
Saying its ok
Be free cares will leave
On the table full of life it awaits

Eyes spot the bottle
Brown liquid as pretty as Gold
Grabbing my heart and soul
Best friend won't let me down

Alone bleeding heart drips
Telling my friend please stay
Don't leave so not alone and lost
Hand reaches out pours new life

Mouth opens bottle is dry
My friend has left
In sorrow here I sit
Drifting away mind goes blank

Awakend sick shaken mind racing
Lying in a pool of cold sweat
Deamons dancing in my head
Chasing tormenting death is near

Running racing fear in the air
Knowing the last breath leaves
Empty drained falling to the ground
Begging for forgiveness tears pour down

Top of the hill in sight
Climbing pacing each step made
Not looking behind so don't stumble down
Eyes focused missing distractions on the ground

Soul comes to life 
New breath taken
Fullfilled set free
No pain in line for me

Taking my time to reach a goal
Staying sober not saying NO!
Having arrived sanity reached
Live for today just for today


Details | I do not know? | |

If I Died Today

If I died today,
Would your heart fade away?
If I died today,
Would your heart die with me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you be able to move on?
If I died today,
Who would go to my funeral?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would you see me in everything?
If I died today,
Would anyone even care?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today,
Would anyone cry for me?
If I died today,
How would you grieve for me?

If I died today,
Would you regret
Never telling me
How you really felt?

If I died today......


Details | Rhyme | |

In the Spire to Be Inspired

It's the taste of clouds
the purr of words
the whisk of wind
we thought we heard
It's everything
rolled up and sent
a package filled
with sugar mint
It's now and then
it's years gone by
It's every thought
which makes you cry
It's passionate
It's salt and stone
It's the moment I leave
and you're alone
It's "Call me now!"
It's "Leave me be!"
It's all of you 
and some of me
It's hands to hold
and songs to sing
It's our first kiss
It's everything


Details | I do not know? | |

Unlovable

There’s a realm that lives inside of me,
And I call it secret heart valley. 
There the sun is always shining,
Though in this world I am pining.
There the flowers always bloom,
Whilst the real world swirls with gloom.
This place exists I tell you true, 
And there the sky is always blue.
Path ways of the whitest marble,
You really should visit; it’s quite a marvel.
Trees awaken fresh and new,
Dripping with the morning dew.
Waves lap gently at lake shores,
And here my heart, it aches no more.
Here I wander happy and free,
Released from the real world’s misery.
I run through the hills so very thrilling,
I bathe in the rivers fast and chilling.
I rest by a warm fireside at night,
And in the creatures of the forest gain much delight.
It’s the ultimate getaway for one,
It costs not a cent; it’s just for fun.
If your life in this world has made you down trodden and blue,
You can visit secret heart valley too.
Fore you’ll have to create one of your own,
My special place is not for loan.
You’ll find this sweet garden on no map or chart,
The key is located within your own heart.
Take some time to enjoy and create,
And your worldly cares will temporarily abate. 


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty Reposed

From her perspective,
everything's looming,
pastel and vibrant
and kissing the sky
She has a way
of expressing opinions
in still lifes, 
in softness becoming an art
She paints with fingers
small versions of mine
and she wonders when
she will be an adult
In her perspective
the beauty's amusing
She writes me love notes
passed under the door
Her voice is crackling
and sweet in the morning
She's always asking 
for gum and for treats
From her perspective,
I'm wise for admiring
the simple delights 
soaked in beauty reposed.


Details | I do not know? | |

I've Fallen Victim

She stole my heart with silent words
She stabbed me fiercely with her mind
She gave to me that which I thirst
For there, her love was mine to find

Oh blessed soul, with heart divine
Your words and love, they flow like wine

She offers hope through given words
Her heart is wide and shared with all
Her passion rises as high as the birds
Her name, I speak, in my lovers call

Oh blessed soul, with love to give
Without your love I’d never live


Details | Free verse | |

Afraid

      These words that I've never spoken. I cant find the meaning of how I feel. I don't want to say 
it's love but it feels that way and I don't know What's making me stay but it's the same thing that 
makes me want to go. The way he makes me feel sometimes I can't comprehend. People keep 
telling me to just let go but in my heart I know I never can. It hurts everyday to have to look into 
his face and not show him how I really feel cause i'm afraid. This feeling that I have within 
makes me want to just embrace it but I know that if I do it's Going to mean a lot of pain and a lot 
of heartache. I don't know if I'm ready to fall beneath the cracks. I don't know if I would ever be 
able to come back if I let myself. Which scares me. Whenever i'm near him I get chills. He's all I 
think about knowing it won't work out isn't a good enough reason to keep me chained down and 
convinced. Cause I always have some stupid leap of faith. I always reanalyze the things that he 
says and it may mean nothing or it may mean everything in the world but please don't let it mean 
love. That's one thing i'm afraid of. He broke my heart shouldn't I just give it up? Shouldn't I just 
reached out to the land of plenty of other opportunities and just be free, fall all over again... 
cause it could happen that easily. So many want my hand. But I only want his hand. I only want 
his heart. Oh what is this it's tearing me apart. Is it love that beats me up late at night when I 
don't reveal what is really going on? Is it love that makes me want him like I do? Is it love that 
makes me bored my friends with endless conversations about him? I'm not sure... and that's 
why i'm afraid. Afraid of where this feeling will take me. Cause right now it seems hopeless. I 
should just stop my heart in it's tracks. Tell it to go fall in love for someone else. I wish it was 
that easy. I wish I could just forget. But I can't... My heart just won't understand that i'm pushing 
myself deeper into loneliness and at what price? Cause I care about him?


Details | Lyric | |

The Art of Poetry

A simple rhyme with my pen release demons from within
A God given gift that lifts my sin through the tip of my pen
Cleansing the mind
Leaving guilt and concealed feelings behind

Thoughts struck!………with lightning
Produce loose writing
Less sleep
Thoughts Too deep!

Expressing one’s Soul on paper
Hoping to sow the goodness of life 
Later reaping blessing 
by walking in Gods sight

Understanding a poet’s flow is more than what you know
Its hidden wisdom 
imprisoned by the soul 
Fabricated and best translated 
By ten percent of the mind
Searching Deep!……to find 
The meaning of one’s being
On earth
Up till now from birth
Giving a peace of mind 
Forever marked as mine
For what its worth

Poetry’s more than a hobby
Its what makes Us!…… as poets feel whole 
In this temporarily occupied body


Details | Quatrain | |

Still Life Imperfect

Bitten fruit in still life oils
shined by light internal
shows there is no sweet perfection
immortalized eternal
Portraits crunched, pureed and such
by hands dissolved, ungifted
wipe the paint from canvas skin
until the stains are lifted
Soak the sky with thoughts of art
Speak like a simpleton speaks
Scour the ground for a speck of emotion
to hoard in your hollows for weeks
Reconcile to read a book
Bury your heart in it's sleeve
At the moment you feel like a still life imperfect
you humbly ask and receive...


Details | I do not know? | |

Broken memories

Memories seep into his mind
He searched for love
She was all he would find
She wasn't everything he thought she would be
Instead a girl with a complicated mind
She broke his heart
He broke hers
They vowed to forgive and forget
Make a new start
The memories still lingered in his broken mind
All that could heal them was time
She realized that she may have lost her only one
He was supposed to be her solace
Her stars and her sun
He was her sweet guidance through the rough times
He was supposed to be the one
She loved him with a love that was never so true
She broke his heart in ways he only knew
He made a promise to never say goodbye
Now he wasn't sure
Shes left with her tears to cry
A promise that might be stolen
A heart that is still broken




Details | Romanticism | |

Loving You

If I covered your eyes would you know it was me, if I wrote you something 
beautiful would you open your heart so I can see, with you by my side my heart 
never feels lonely, it takes one look at your life to know what you’ve been through, 
but it’s a girl like you that makes my life worth living for, I don’t know how to say 
beautiful things, because it’s hard to find an angel like you with wings, I want you 
to take me to the top of the world, so I can give you a kiss and tell you I only have 
eyes for one girl, because even though the grass is green and the sky is blue, I 
only have eyes for nobody but you, a poem is a poem a song is a song, and with 
a girl like you my life can never go wrong.


Details | Rhyme | |

SOUL MATE

SOUL  MATE

For you I will change my life.
Someday I will become more than just a wife.
Not every passerby means something.
Around you, my heart will jump and sing.
I will always be around, like an air balloon.
While your air blows away the gloom.
Even when we are mad, or the times I made you yell.
My heart is lock behind your midnight jail.
Despite the times, life does not go well.
I will always be your soul mate.
Our love is entwining with the best heart rate.

Your soul and my soul will entangle together.
Creating a tangle, that makes things better.
I will reach you in every level of your weather.
I need you to feel me in this poem or letter.
The fascinated kisses where meant to last forever. 

My heart is torn with the thought, I am not suppose let go.
My fate was drawn out to meet you down by the "RIVER POE."
Where we connected fast with my pink and green flow.
With you I will dance around the fire "NAK*I*D!"
With no bad intentions that are wicked.
Store the innocence of them eyes for safekeeping.
I do not care about all those dots, which have you tripping
Down in Mandalay, where you are in a world of sleeping.

I will clone our dreams to retrace the smiles on my face.
The one dimension that collides us in to that special place.
I want to reach you when you are low.
Reaching farther than I could ever can go.
There for you’re my one true soul.

I will always be there for you with open arms.
A reality that does not come with harm.

We are each other’s destiny.
We will have a life pass eternity.
With you, our numbers exceed beyond infinity.

You are my one true soul mate.
No matter how long we both have to wait.

Our journey will never end.
I can choose to be just your friend.
However, you are the key to my empty space of lost faith.
Moreover, everything in me tells me you are my SOUL MATE!

By; P.D. 
For; N.D.


Details | Narrative | |

Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away


Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


____________________________________________________________
Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Details | Salaam | |

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Details | Free verse | |

Her True Love (Palindrome)

Her
love
so true
it brings a smile
makes the heart sings
softly
kisses 
her charming
kisses
softly
makes the heart sings
it brings a smile
so true
love
Her

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Author's Comment: Palindrome, also known as the Mirrored Poem, reads forwards and 
backwards.   It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, 
meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back 
again. The concept of the “mirrored images” reflects an “image mirrored,” which includes a 
word in the center of the poem as a reversal point for the sentence or even the poem.  
There is no set number of stanzas or any rules for construction.

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Details | Sonnet | |

Teacher, shall I write a sonnet

Teacher, shall I write a sonnet? Must I?
When I’m not so sure of my poetry…
Shall I write a poem of fourteen lines?
In iambic pentameter –by me?

What shall I write about? What can I say?
In this sonnet which I must jot down now?
My sonnet should be about what today?
To write a great sonnet I’m not sure how…

Teacher, can I write this sonnet later
For I’m not sure of what to write about?
The teacher then takes my simple paper
And “you already did.” my teacher shouts.

‘Detention’ my teacher says, ‘for lying,’
‘But thank you,’ she adds, ‘for at least trying.’

 © Mariam Mababaya.


Details | Free verse | |

All is not fair in love and war

People say that love never fails,
That all is fair in love and war,
But really, how do you know,
What love can or can not do?
And if all is fair in love and war, then
Why does someone always end up getting hurt?
I know my love will never fail,
Because I love you with all my heart and soul,
Because I would give my life for you,
And everything I am or have just to be with you.
However, I can not be fair to all
Because all is not fair in love and war.
I wish to hurt no one, so I don't,
But by doing so, I hurt myself.
My heart wants to be with you so much
And yet I wish to hurt no one.
So I don't, I don't confess my love for you,
I keep it locked inside,
And as a friend I stay by your side.
My love for you remains forever pure and unchanged.
I love you, Yes, I do, with all my heart and soul,
With all that I am and hope to be just for you.
My heart untamed and wild, dreaming of what if,
But it's cut in half by the love I feel for both.
My heart belongs to you but only half,
Because I gave the other half away to him.
Now I suffer for my love, for both are great,
But only one, I wish I could be with forever.
All is not fair in love and war,
So I love you both and suffer much,
Because my heart is wounded, torn in half.
I can not speak of my deep love for you,
I can not confess my feelings to you.
So I go on with my life pretending nothing's wrong.
Why must I go on without your love?
It's faith, I guess, that I suffer so.
It's destiny to love you so.


Details | Romanticism | |

You Touched My Heart

Oh how sweet and beautiful are the words
that you say to me, they stick to my soul
like honey to a bee.  They move me,
they soothe me, they let me live, for
it is you that I need and my heart
I will give.

You touched me like I never have
felt before, you start my heart breathing
so fast until I can hardly let go.
I feel your words like sand on a beach
they are still in my head and will never
decease.  Your words are so brand
new and alive, for they are the only
thing that is helping me to survive.

You touched my heart like no other I have
known, the way in which you love me
I wil never do you no harm.  Your words
is like an ocean running free, all I want
them to do is pour all over me.

You touched my heart like a child playing
with a toy, he love it so much because
it brings him so much joy. That is how 
you touch my heart, giving and bringing
me so much joy, it makes me feel like
a child with his new toy.

You touched my heart every day of my
life, that is why I do not care about all
the sacrifice. I wil do everything to make
you happy just as long as I know I am
the apple of your eye and that you will
do or say nothing to make me
cry.

You touched my heart from this day
forward, there can never be another
you because you are what I need and
it is me for you and you for me that
is the only way it is going to be.
you touched my heart.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

White

It`s peace in the forest, this night…
All stars gathered in the same breath;
The frost`s wolf chatters his white teeth;                                                   
 Mourning old trees are all covered by light;
The wind increased his obsessive white;
Neighbors: the snowmen and a glass stag 
When night is finally waving its white flag,
Dreams are hanged by luminous white of the height.

Winter buried its face in frozen white lands,       
Long Snow drifts grew like glass clouds above       
And covered the village and half of the church;    
Sun seems a squeezed lemon by white hands.                                                 
Milk dawns, glass blower speaks slowly of love;     
White field sounds with crows near one silver birch.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Out Of My Mind

    Oh so well I know these feelings of despair ,
Theres something wrong and we shoud beware.
    Things are a changing  and folks just aren't the same ,
How quick they are to deny and to point the blame .
    Not a strong foundation built from deceit and lies ,
Sad a love is wasted as the tears well up in my eyes.
     My heart and soul have been broken and its taken its toll,
Will I ever recover from this is something I just do not know.
     Missing you and missing all the things you use to do ,
Theres something wrong with me being without you .
     Im out of my mind  going insane now it's all changed ,
Night after night its torement always the same .
     I feel the pain day after day its just this way ,
The emptiness and lonliness has come filled my days.
     Can't start over again or back to where I've been,
All I can do is go forward put my heart on the mend.
Tac


Details | Rhyme | |

Finding Love Again

Your heart feels old and tired
it’s cried a river...a flood
bedraggled, hurt and weary
stomped and dragged through mud

It’s seen the ebb and flow of life
and watched as you grew strong
step by step rebuilding
a life where you belong

Budding new relationships
built on solid ground
people who believe in you
and the new life you have found

Your heart is strong and growing
new worlds to explore
you’ll know your heart is ready
when finding love once more

You’re wiser and more careful
still smiling through the scars
a journey just beginning
finding love amongst the stars.

For Karin, finding love again...

Trudy Diane Rider
1-9-10


Details | Narrative | |

Please don't judge me

Please don't judge me based on my religious preference, my hair, what I wear, or how I speak. I can promise you, I'm different than what you'd expect. I don't expect much, though that's still too much. I'm not sure if I like myself as of now, but I'm working on it. If I don't care, you shouldn't either. So you can keep knocking, but won’t knock me down, no love lost, no love found. When you so good, that you can’t say it cuz it isn’t even cool for you to sound cocky anymore,
I am myself nothing more, nothing less.
I wouldn't exactly classify myself as "normal". I can careless what you think of me. I don't like associating with drama queens, troublemakers and just stupid people.
I'm not perfect. To be factual, I'm very far from it. My point of view on things are different than most. I have values. I have a brain; some of you kids should certainly invest in one. I will treat everyone with respect, if they treat me the same in return.
                                         Here is the reply
sometimes people only gain self gratification by making other people seem bad when all they are doing is verbalizing their own shortcomings and pointing them in someone else's direction, they think by redirecting there self image will make others not see who they really are. But if you have brains you can see it and they will not to play into it, then eventually it will all crash down on them :) leaving you shining.


Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Sonnet | |

Greater Art Thou!

"Poetry is a way of 
               taking life by the throat."
                   --Robert-Frost

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Heart broken torn apart like scrambl’d eggs;
As the weak link snapp’d momentum slow’d—stopp’d
Love wherest art thou? Torment’d now begs,
This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill’d—now mopp’d.

Et tu Brute? Whisper’d from Caesar’s lips;
Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov’d,
Like Macbeth’s witches brew—don’t drink nor sip:
Fate or faith shatter’d, vulture pick’d bones—cross’d.

Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love,
Open Heaven’s gate with thy purest light;
Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove!
Remove these shadows of darkness and strife:

Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth,
Creator of creation giveth now birth!

© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved


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Honorable Mentioned Finalist Certificate
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Jan 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Details | Ballad | |

My crazy cousin

My crazy Cousin.

My cousin calls me crazy poet
Cause I don’t think like others
I’ve not seen her since she was three
A Flower girl to us lovers
When we got wed in sixty five
But now we write and all
Oh lord, we two are so alike
It’s just remarkable.

In eight weeks time, she’s coming here
To good old western Oz
I know we’re going to get on well
I do, and that’s because
That girl is crazy just like me
And she likes a good old laugh
She seems to be a grand old bird
I’ll say on her behalf.

She’ll bring her man, and son with her
They’re all creative folk
She can paint and write as well
And boy, it is no joke
The kind of talent that they have
It will be a joy to me
To meet up with forgotten kin
I can’t wait for this to be.

11 August 2013 @ 1813hrs.


Details | Couplet | |

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Rhyme | |

DAWN OF AUBADE IN MY HEART

We have talked together
But never about love!
We have walked together
But never as couple!

We have laughed together
But never with shy!
But you locked me alone
And never let me out of you heart !!!

You made wonders for me!
Your words frozen even the sea
and made my life spangled,
Though my inner heart tangled .

But we rarely see now
and we hardly speak about love
I am now a pale dove
who is not worried for all above!

Only my tears knew my love,
because they stay with me like hand in glove!
Though people come to chat with me,
I stay with arid smile like a deserted Christmas tree…

I heart often repeats your name
But you search only for fame
And turning our love lame!
Please throw me, but not my love in shame!!!




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 | Personification | |

And Nature Spoke to Me

I pulled my aching body
Outside to get Vitamin D
The beauty of my back yard
Filled me with jubilee

And as I turned up my face
To soak up each golden ray
I heard strange sweet voices
That added joy to my day

And the sun spoke to me
As he blazed down from the sky…
“Like me you must be strong
And warm those who pass by”

And the wind spoke to me
As it played with my hair…
“Like the Holy Spirit of God
I’m here and everywhere.”

And the birds spoke to me
With their blissful little tweets…
“Open your heart to friends
They will give you many treats”

And the blossoms spoke to me
In fuchsia garments of spring…
“See the thorns by our sides?
Be prepared for all life brings.”

And the grass spoke to me
As it lay yellow on the ground
“Let love water your soul
So new life in you may be found.”

And the sky spoke to me
In azure tones of love…
“I’m endless as you can see
Free to fly is the peace dove.”

And the clouds spoke to me
As they sailed up in the sky…
“Let the worries that you have
Like us just drift on by”

And the pine trees spoke to me
As their scent filled the air…
“Stand tall like us and know
Gods help is always there.”

Today, all nature spoke to me
In a mother’s tone so kind
My heart heard every word
And I found my peace of mind.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Free verse | |

All seeing eyes

Paint, the blood of an artist's hand
with words as wealth to understand;
and music pure to feed the soul
with sounds of song and joy.

Chalk and charcoal scratch as nails
across the fabric of the sails
of things as seen by open minds;
embroidered stitches made in time.

Through each and every tapestry 
of all the woven life they see.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Shunned

Breaking down in the heart and mind.
With all regrets that are truly not kind.
Shocked at people are, so painful to see.
Abused with hated and ecstasy.
Violated and directed with torments
Lost of words or comments.
Hatred gushing out of life long experience.
Reminding yourself to become absence.
Coward and scared to even breathe.
Like the feeling of knives unsheathe.
Sharp but not enough to cut.
Enough to scare like a door that immediately shut.
The hand raised to help you is a lie.
It is a hand that slaps you so you can die.
Rough around the edges.
Crawling in your dreams in ledges.
Powered to stay alive.
You feel people want you to take a dive.
Just stop, and fall down.
Hoping to break your mental crown.
Hiding a feeling that never feels real.
Like shaking hands with demons for a deal.
Blocked out, out of your own story.
Thinking that people are stealing your glory.
Ashamed with fear.
With eyes that are full of tear.
Lost in such hidden romance.
Luck has it seems to be a dance.
Moving around in your head.
With scary thoughts and dread.
Feels like you never leave.
So you feel so many that grieve.
In your mind that is lost.
Full of drama that holds you down in cost.
Keeping in the shadow.
You watch people so shallow.
Gut instinct says that life with them is a muse.
When your just standing your accuse.
Society is just so lame.
Like all the people that are in it your to blame.
Soloing life is a brief.
Walking away is some what a relief.
I dreamed of many things.
With beautiful sorrows of wings.
Wavered in a direction that leads no where.
Escaping everything by a hair.
Pointing into the sky.
And asking yourself why.
The cage is so big.
Just enough to put on a huge rig.
Moving back and fourth.
It feels that your life does not have a worth.
Caned by laws of laughter to deceive.
Shackled up to be bent to your will to receive.
When you hope to hope.
A person can just show you the rope.
They have such friendly hands.
Like the deserts of sands.
Dangerous it is to just keep walking in it.
Lost cannot find your way even a little bit.
Just seem like your heart feels dry.
Then you give up and give a sigh.
That moment that you do is just all a dream.
You are really in a ward you will scream.
Thrust upon you because you could not protect.
So what cost you is this effect.
Warping in to your mind to leave this place.
You feel full of disgrace.
With nothing to drink.
Causing your true self to think.
Grief is such a pain with sorrow to gain.
Looking out in your own rain.




Details | Free verse | |

My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Dark Ice

Shadows and murky darkness deep
Describe the depths of lonely hearts
That lie in wait and icy chill
For fiery love to burst in flames;
That empty chests may be refilled
And taste sweet love again!


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...


Details | Narrative | |

The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


Details | Pantoum | |

My Passionate Heart

My heart is full of sweet, sweet emotion Simply I have love flowing in my head We hold together a great devotion To bring the best feelings that’s being said Simply I have love flowing in my head Peace in the heart, and great tranquility To bring the best feelings that’s being said My passionate heart will get you surely Peace in the heart, and great tranquility I open myself to your love that’s true My passionate heart will get you surely I accept you as you are, I trust you I open myself to your love that’s true We will forever be one, united I accept you as you are, I trust you My love for you is real, I’m delighted We will forever be one, united We hold together a great devotion My love for you is real, I'm delighted My heart is full of sweet, sweet emotion
Russell Sivey


Details | Sonnet | |

Crystal Dove

I rode upon a crystal dove
Straight into the arms of love
Offered up my heart and soul
Every man should have a goal

I have found honor in my life
I respect and adore my wife
For her these words are true
I am the thing’s I say and do

To open the lock turn the key
Take a look up inside of me
For I have nothing left to hide
Love has helped me find pride

As for my life these words are true
I’m proud my heart belongs to you



Brian suggested I should try a
Free Form Sonnet - Written for
my wife Antoinette - Her love
transformed me into the man
I am today - I'm very proud
and very lucky to hold her heart


Details | Diamante | |

Mind Over Body

The human body is a remarkable machine
So complex in its structure 
But simple enough to produce blatant messages in the form of dreams
History's greatest physician guiding us through the flesh 
But what lies inside 
Is not always what it seems
The body is like the universe 
All dimensions can be explained
We're all bread from ignorance
As far as knowledge
What's to be gained
it's Mind over body 
But what's stronger 
Your heart or your brain


Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Details | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


Details | Ballade | |

BALLADE TO MATURE BEAUTY

Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.


Details | Epic | |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Details | Ballad | |

Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!


Details | Concrete | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Daddy

As I try to put my thoughts into words 
I find only a long stream steady of tears. 
An anger burns deep in my veins 
pumping through my arteries 
seeping into my blood. 

My flesh screams in agitation and frustration 
at the fact that it has been condemned
to constantly remind me,
it was made from a piece of you.
How I long to return that piece, 
to burry it, to decimate it, destroy it, 
or just forget it.
but no. 
I can not so easily let you slip through my enraged mind, 
the way you forget me in your selfish one.

I am left with seven oceans of tear filled pain,
each one funded by no one other than you.
I only could dream to be as blind as you,
so ignorant and distant.
Endlessly I ponder a way to forgive you,
my heart has yet to learn to heal.

When you pass will I mourn?
And if I do will it be for you,
or the you I never had?
Will I remember you for all your bad,
othe good I dreamt to compensate
for such a sorry excuse of a man?
Will my memories remain in their true forms,
or will they mix with the ones I fabricated
because the truth killed me.

Will I ever be proud to be a piece of you,
or will this shame live forever?
This love I seek, is it real,
or am I still just a child, living in a fantasy?
To me you are just but a shell,
a hallow empty form of what I call my father.
Inside you there is no redeeming substinance,
all there is to find is bitterness and cold heart
with no lust for life or compassion.

I have finally found the words to descibe
what has been eating at my heart since birth...
But like you, I am a coward,
and so my voice will never carry to your ears,
But unlike you my words will not break you,
the Anger in my viens will never strike you,
and my bitterness for you will not taint the life I live.
I will not let you keep me weak
and at your feet begging for my love.
I will simply wait as always...
for the day you finally decide to be my father.
 

-Zerina Ramirez


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Narrative | |

The Artist

The Artist
 


Once described as an intense artist
He now sits comfortably
Patiently being interviewed 
By a reporter
Half his age
He begins
When I was a younger
I would come home from school
To an empty apartment
To keep myself occupied 
Until my mother came home 
I would spend hours 
Drawing random sketches 
And imaginary shapes in a notebook
That I kept hidden behind a couch
My mind was full of images
I was young
I was vulnerable
It wasn’t until
I got much older
That I decided to study art.

Speaking softly, he continues
People respect art and imagination
But recognition for an artist has a life of its own 
An artist must push himself to do 
What he hasn’t done before
But art is complicated 
What often comes with it 
Is all extraneous stuff
Which you try to control 
Before it consumes you.

The interview
And the questions ended hours ago
Returning home
The artist gazes out his bedroom window
Outside 
The Greek Orthodox   
Dome of St. George 
Maintains a stoic vigil
Over the East Village
Facing upward
Toward the dusky sky
Light from an open window 
Highlights his forehead
Drifting down to his lips
Gradually disappearing
Near his open collar
Only to resurface
In the middle of his shirt
Hands, calloused and strong,
Are down by his side
The left touching his thigh
The right hand dangling in freedom
Deep lines furrow his face
Shadows under his eyes
Mark a life spent
Perfecting his craft.

In the silence
He takes a deep breathe
Grateful
That the Roman in his heart  
Always unwavering
Prideful and defiant
Never surrendered
A day of his life.


Details | Personification | |

Music Child

I hear the music calling me
From the smooth and shiny rows of keys
The ebony and ivory
And all the melodies between
‘Come!’ it says, ‘And play a song
Upon your fingertips I’ll canter along.
Befriend the scales—arpeggios
Follow the tune wherever it goes
Let your heart become the notes
Let your soul become the pitch
Let your life become the piece
Together we shall play.’

I hear the music calling me
From brazen gold and silver strings
Between burnished frets I have seen
The beginnings of a reverie
‘Come!’ it says ‘And pick a poesy,
Fast and furious, young and rosy.
Strum my chords, tickled with rhythm
Call and coax the magic within them
Let your mind roam free and far
Let your voice capture the stars
Let your soul be one with mine
Together we shall play.’

I hear the music calling me
From silver, circular woodwind keys
The trilled and tranquil fairy fifes
Will slice the silence like a knife
‘Come!’ it says, ‘And toot a tune
And learn the lore of lustrous flutes.
Dance upon the bars and staffs
Our mystery within your grasp
Know the sharps, the flats, crescendos
Staccatos and diminuendos
Since your birth you’ve known it’s so
This is knowledge you should know
Lay your life upon these keys
Tune your heart to match my beat
Sing and dance your destiny
Together we shall play.’


Details | Sestina | |

Raven's Love and Hope Kept Alive

Part II



“I walk a decrepit graveyard alone, in mists stirred by contrast winds
As a storm brews, I am grateful that I know in my heart he's alive 
Skies bream with promise of torrent rain and shelter must be found
It appears; I’ve lost my shawl, and feel the cold chill even as I dream
I’m convinced it’s due to the storm; not because I walk amidst the dead
Further, I see through clammy mist a mausoleum, looms in the silence 

As I near those rusty iron gates, leaves rustle loud in the silence 
And I picture armed vagrants once here, perhaps chased by the winds
Now I rest assured, I am alone as I search this place of the dead
Painful moans erupt from within; my heart leaps; could it be, he's alive?
‘Who are you?’ My hear raced fiercely, convinced, this concludes my dream 
Intermittent moonlight cast upon the floor, My Ross, at last is found!”


In a tomb her Ross laid in the silence; by love and hope kept alive
Calling upon soft summer winds; manifested in persistent dreams 
Which resounded that among the dead, her beloved would be found

~*~
By Annalise Brigham
For: A Rambling Poet’s “Among the Dead” Contest


Details | Free verse | |

The Wall, The Wall

The Wall, The Wall

I
the world fades from my fingertips
like blood oozing from an open wound
the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder
and my eyes are twisted in pain

shut the door and lock me within
the light is buzzing and flickering
something is about to explode
or maybe thats just my soul

softly touch the wall and it corrodes
the white paint peels and turns black
and cracks appear on the surface
a garbage touch that ruins it all

for years the signs of ruin were there
building up behind fragile white walls
and now i sit here with an open chest
my heart nailed to the damned wall

and as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood from an open wound
the sky outside is bloody and tormented
and i cant begin to see my own reality

II
im so afraid that if i get up ill fall again
damned by the ghosts of the past
the flashing glare of reality looms larger
closing in on me and slapping me

if only someone could open the door
and let me out of this foreboding room
perhaps i could see more than whats inside
instead of slicing myself in half

remember it was your verse that ended me
slicing off my fingers one by one
it was when my heart was nailed to the wall
that i truly forgot how to feel

my sickening screams echo loudly
throughout the confines of my own mind
reverberating down my spine
and leaving me in a shivering fit

as the world fades from my fingertips
like blood pouring from an open wound
the sky outside has faded to a deep black
and i cant begin to see my own reality


Details | List | |

Words

Christmas
Tree
Christ 
Spirit
Celebrate
Season
Angel
Manger
Manger
North Star
Sheperds


Details | Ballad | |

A true friend

A Friend.

Associates, I’ve had so many
But let us speak of friends.
It be a term so often used
But I’m the worst of men
When it comes to picking holes in things
And a true authentic friend
He be as rare as rocking horse poo.
On a friend you can depend.

A friend would be there to the end
He’d take naught for himself
Oh yes a friend be wonderful
And adds to life much wealth
You know that when the chips are down
And the whole wide world looks grim
That friend will always be with you
His light will never dim.

This be as rare as hens teeth
But when the day does come
That you find this special friend
Your life will cheer up some
She’ll always soothe and comfort you 
And make you feel real great
A friend is someone sent to you
By the tender hand of fate

Cherish him or her so much
Cause when some-one your heart does touch
There ain’t no treasure on this Earth
There nothing that could have the worth
Of the one who loves and listens to
And gives support always to you
A true friend he till forever
He will not betray you, never!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




Details | Rhyme | |

An Occasional Chance Encounter

An occasional chance encounter
With a stranger on the street 
Can change life like a tidal wave
And lift us off our feet.
The mystery of wakefulness
Like the dance of rolling dice,
Is filled with rhythm, love and hate
Virtue, darkness, light. 
Bending ‘round from sky to ground,
Heaven, hell and in between;
An occasional chance encounter 
Can turn a whore into a queen.
Who may have been lost in paradise,
Trampled, beaten, bruised;
The slut you spit on yesterday 
Might well have been just you.
Or the skid-row drunk whose soul has sunk
So low you can’t relate, 
To the pain he knows each time it snows 
And the cold winds won’t abate.
Unless, until somebody fills
His heart with dreams again;
An occasional chance encounter
Might mean the world to him.
A word or two of hopefulness,
From nightmares all day long;
A helping hand, one measured stand 
Turns sorrow into song.
And now and then when nothing’s wrong 
And everything feels fine;
No dark cloud storms or feeling worn
Cast clouds upon the mind.
When all feels well and quite routine 
And there’s nothing much to say,
An occasional chance encounter
Can change us all in many ways.
A look in the eye and words that fly
Out of one’s tongue and mouth;
Before we know it love starts to show it 
And the heart starts heading down south.
Running away like a child at play
As if never before set free;
Wild in the wind as one begins 
To open up eyes and see.
That blindness isn’t limited 
To those that have no sight 
But affects us all the weak and small 
Every day and every night. 
As now and then like a Zephyr wind
A stranger comes a’ calling; 
Before we know we’re all a glow
In love and freely falling.
Like a coin toss out of nowhere,
Probabilities, unimaginable; 
An occasional chance encounter
May render life numinous, unfathomable.
Trust me when I tell you that 
There are riches deep inside;
Every soul that ever lived,  
Struggled, loved and died.
As it is written in the book of life
And inscribed inside our heads; 
An occasional chance encounter 
Can find beauty in the beast within
And love where hatred led.  


 
 

 


Details | Verse | |

The tales of throng

Thy songs oh throng, 
Scattered as litters on the floor:
Thy message without language, 
Shattered by the wind, faint and poor.

Thy voice, thy choice 
Of words is slaughtered by impediments; 
Thou nurse audible noise,
Often heard but stirs sour sentiments.

Thy picture and structure 
I can’t figure out by nature,
But I’ve got a conviction that’s strong
-You sing a sincere song oh throng


Details | Acrostic | |

Mother's Death

M  y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O  h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T  o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H  ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E  each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R  easons I will never know in this life though
S  atan did his work in destroying family

D  evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E  aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A  ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T  o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H  ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven


Details | Ballade | |

A never ending story

A never ending story

It’s a never ending story
This story of our love
A story of an angel
Who was sent from up above
To love me and to nurture me
And make my life complete
It’s a never ending story
So perfect and so sweet.

That I’ll love you forever
This be wrote within the stars
I could not meet a sweeter girl
And just the way you are
To me this be perfection
You have so much allure
And everything about you
Is wonderful and pure.

This never ending story
Is the tale of love so grand
A story filled with magic
That I can’t understand
But I need it and I want it
To go on till forever
This never ending story
Of the two of us together.


Details | Personification | |

My Avocado

My fruit from the tree of love/ 
Branches of sweetness with no bravado our future’s fragrance is bravo/ 
I have no words without your rubbery skin and smooth lips/ 
I dished up smiles before your visit with no limits/ 
Though you grew in the woods/ 

Allow me to welcome you in my hood/
Life is drying up and dying rough/
Hunters peel any moving dressed up skins it’s no bluff/  
Ship from your town to my township and that’s a tip/
Your fleshy vivid body sparkles predictable smiles and love from a distance trip/ 

Your body I would climb if you let me/ 
Your brunches I would massage if you let me/ 
I dream to seed your womb with vigorous multiple fruits till eternity/ 
I dream to rescue you from discarded cuddles and refrigerators/ 
Your cold days will be warm in my arms/ 

My avocado this is my shameless affectionate avow/
My heart holds no snakes, monkeys, scratchy cats, lizards or mythical wizards/ 
My tongue your shower/ 
My lips your perfume/ 
Your tears I will screen clean till they’re embittered no more/
And that’s a promise with a sexy salad/


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Acrostic | |

'Yoga'

Y earning for spiritual insight and tranquility
O verall control of body, mind and soul
G athering my thoughts to a central point
A lignment my ultimate goal




27/04/2011


Contest: Yoga
10th Place


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

WET DREAMS

        WET DREAMS
I know not why your love's evading me
nor what to do, so that your heart can see,
my passion grows no matter what I do
and makes my heart to keep on loving you
though all it's brought is pure insanity;

in dreams I've wept, but kept on loving you
and tears, they flow, no matter what I do,
I tried to take my burning love in hand
but it's a thing my heart can't understand,
and sleep won't tell what love is coming to;

if I could dream the dream both night and day
I'd spend my life just sleeping where I lay
and waking from the dream in burning sweat,
I lie content, and feel my hand is wet
from love you've given me, in your own way.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Confession

Confession


A mind filled with mazes
A heart to cold it shivers at warmth.
Has seen the good
The bad of the world.
To distant from life from others
To understand another feelings,
To torn to speak more then three words.
But for you I look with kindly eyes
And a soften smile.
To you I make this confession.
I be dark but you shine a light
With a gaze.
My heart is cold and nearly brittle  away
But with one touch from you ,
Keeps it in tact with two.
Every memory of my past
Disappear when I gaze into your eyes.
I feel like our conversation could go on for hour,
Mountains  of useless words and pointless subjects.
I tell you this
This is a confession, I send to you.
Even though you left me alone,
So many years ago.
This is the love confession that was always meant for you.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHO AM I BY NAME ALONE

written 10th Aug 2013



I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible
SHE IS "DENISE"


Details | Personification | |

The Transformation of Word

Letters turn into words.....While words turn into understanding with meaning,some 
you've never heard....
Sentences turn into stories....As stories fill our hearts and mind...slowly...
 seducing thoughts letter by letter, word by word, line by line...
Words floating around in my head it's like they just won't quit...
I find meaning in everything,  from the very first letter that any word has in it....
So for me writing is like my souls transformation into words... 
Into a personal sense of freedom and levels of self expression in ways yet to be 
heard....
It's so beautiful to me...That when I open my eyes I am able to see....
That life forms all type of letters into words into sentences into stories into my mind 
into my being into my heart into me...    
Chapters of love, pain, passion, lose ,success,pleasure, deceit, and envy....
The effects are astonishing and I've been blessed to see, The world's soul 
transformed into words into life into POETRY....


Details | Rhyme | |

Life Doesn't Have To Be So Bad

I can still hear the strumming of your mesmerizing guitar
And your soft, angelic voice captures me afar
I miss the times we used to dance around on the balcony in joy
As you would laugh and talk about every hot middle school boy
I remember the night you despondently sang me a song
In the pouring rain, the pulse of your spirit flew till the break of dawn 
Your guitar still rings alive…then my heart feels dead
And I know that it’s just the sickening voices inside my head
When we were younger I would marvel at your unremitting beauty
We’d play our little games; I’d make you laugh when I had the opportunity
Ronnie would come storming in and we’d get all upset
Taking our Bratz dolls to “deer world” Haha…that I’ll never forget

And now you’ve come back to me after all these tears and fears
Maybe we’ll start over and catch up on all the dissipated years
Maybe you’ll play the guitar and bring back the beat of your beatific spirit
To sew back this heart of mine—heh, you’ve always had the knack to cure it
Though we never lost contact, I felt so freaking alone
Without your music, without your spirit, in the darkness I would roam
I love you very much and you know I always will
After all, you were my first friend…you know the drill
Though I never really expressed how much I appreciate everything we had
Though you’ve been through some crap, life doesn’t have to be so bad
Because I have you and I know your sun will always shine through
Because I was the moon, and your rays and strums kept me out of the blue


Details | ABC | |

Beast



Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night, 
from an evil source that I fear to strike. 
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices 
that when I found my stallion horses. 
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide, 
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide. 
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep 
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat 
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast. 
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.

by Keith Relf


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The next isle over

There I was.

Inside a crowded Toys R Us
On a mid-Winter’s evening

Abrasively loud 5 year olds
And depressed fathers
Ready to throw their “angelic” brethren
Into life-size Nerf basketball hoop
(Because it was on Clearance)
To embrace sanity’s madness

I was simply here to search for a porcelain doll
For my darling 8 year old angel
To match her serene complexion

But, toddler stomps & red-faced pouts
Equivalent to octaves of Hell’s 5th circle
Could not stop the strut that suddenly coated my foggy nerd glasses

There she was.

Her 5 foot, 10 inch majestic walk
Performing exorcisms on corrupted tile floors
With each
New
Step

My ear canals
Swimming in the serenity of
Her olive-coated curves
And violet-auburn shaded, shoulder-length curly locks

Left
Right
Left

Sensual witchcraft was placed upon my resilience
Chipped away by her Hazel ribboning pupils

My heart’s atrium, flat lining, with laughing hyena smile
Frozen by igloo’s revenge upon madness

“Excuse me, sir”, she vehemently moaned

(At least, in my head)

“Hi”, I expressed with pre-pubescent coarseness.

“I’m looking for a porcelain doll.
But, I’m a tad lost in this maze. 
Could you help me find my way?”, she whispered with demure smile

With my tongue pressed against seconds’ icy arm,
Locked for dear life,
I inhaled with Olympic stature

“It’s 9 isles this way. May I show you?”, I confidently declared on sanity’s edge.

With constellations aligned by blue moon signatures,
“Yes, please”.
 
As crux of evening’s audible stresses
Faded into final curtain’s epileptic sunset,
The winds of Yahweh curtailed all foggy affirmations
Into palms of bliss

Because
On this night
I proudly took the long route

Slow dancing with magnificent silence
To the isle
That was only 2 steps to our left

I believe we both discovered our porcelain dolls on this night.

©Drake J. Eszes


Details | Rhyme | |

Tropical Rainforest

As the first man alive to be king of a tropical rainforest

I can guarantee this reign will be far from the shortest

What I'm trying to say is my heart is the forest

The trees are the veins, the animals are the cells, the river is my blood, and my girl is
the tourist

When we are on good terms all the little birdies chirp

On the phone at night, I'm relaxed like a bear when he burps

Kissing slowly like a sloth when he shimmy across a tree

Sucking on her islands like pollen being sucked by a bee

Not all rainforests have life full of bliss

A bolt of lightning nearly hit the Tree of Heaven but it missed

Great

Now I see a stratus cloud coming, that's what I really hate

Now all of a sudden, birds quickly scatter away

Like feelings of my girl thinking go or stay

Floods drowning all life as the land animals die

It rains it pours like the tears falling free from my eyes

Trading saliva when we kiss wetter than a waterfall

Lions, tigers, kangaroos, giraffs, it is a free-for-all

I'm swinging on her heart, like a monkey swings on a tree, I pray we both don't fall

She bit me, now love is in my blood, like a mosquito carries malaria

The storm ends and the sky opens up from happiness because I can marry her

Down the aisle I will carry her

Like a cheetah carries her young

Not cold in the heart because here the snowfall never begun

Attack those hunters who dare carry a gun

Like haters because love...they don't get none

In the forest animals have fun

In a relationship couples become one

My heart is a tropical rainforest

Locked in her embrace, she's warmer than porridge

I got her now, I have it all, and my heart and feelings are no longer in storage


Details | Romanticism | |

Darling Dear

Edwardian memoirs breathe relief
rippled tides on yonder reefs
Infinity arrays most precious jewel
silence my heart yet heart does rule
petaled through Eternal bliss
challenged thy lips with an holy kiss
Draw nearer to lull my sacred pool
reel in mine heart as thy tulle
herald triumphant for windily praise
Shadowed followed a loving gaze  
Draw thee water from Jacobs well
Carefully tenderly my being is frail
A single glance launched my soul
Edwardian memoirs yet untold
Comforted love that cast away fear
Love me entreat me Darling Dear


Details | Rhyme | |

Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken


Details | Rhyme | |

Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.


Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.


Details | Ode | |

An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Death Of Marie Antoinette

 THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
 (MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE)
Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.

But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.

I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?

These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?

I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.

O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.

And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


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HE Brings JOY to the World

“Joy to the World : The LORD has Come”
I dance upon the clouds, racing to Glory
I look upon my life and smile ; Thank-YOU
Dear GOD , with utmost Joy I receive YOUR Grace
The Beauty of YOUR Creation, grasps the Heart
I can see Eternity; Everlasting, Forever and Always

“Joy to the World : The LORD has Come”
I climb the Stars to Heaven., my Savior : YOU
Jesus my Lord, Everlasting, FOREVER and Always
I Waltz upon YOUR forgiving Rainbow of Glory
Knowing Each Prayer Request, from a True Heart :
Joyously, HE answers ; with the Joy of HIS Grace

Do YOU see the Joy in the Smile of a Broken Heart?
Is the Everlasting Ballroom dance, a Dance to Glory :
To entwine in the Joyful, fulfillment of HIS Grace
I can see Eternity; Everlasting, Forever and Always
I look upon my life and smile ; Thank-YOU
“Joy to the World  : the LORD has Come”

Do You see the Joy , YOU  will receive in Glory?
When YOU  Entwine , in His Everlasting Love : Always
Knowing, that the path of Life, is the Joy of his Supreme Grace
Knowing He is the Joyful beat of a forlorn and lonely Heart
His LOVE and Salvation, the Love of  “Jesus”  :He offers YOU
“Joy to the World : the LORD has Come”

I  Pirouette : Toe to Heel , a joyful  path ; I dance to be with YOU
Knowing the Joy, of the Saviors’ Blood, knowing His Eternal Grace
How Joyously, I come to Thee  ; YOUR Liege , FOREVER : ALWAYS
Will this Dark Soul, this Blacken Heart , Forever know YOUR Glory?
“Joy to the World : the LORD has Come”
Almighty God has given me the LOVE and Joy of a Heavenly Heart

I can see , Eternity : EVERLASTING, FOREVER, and ALWAYS
“Joy to the World : The LORD has Come “
In the clouds, the Rainbows, the Stars to Heaven : all Life; HIS Glory
How Blessed, am I to know GOD’S Joyfulness of Infinite GRACE
I look upon my Life and Smile : Thank-YOU
The Joy of LIFE , in Sunshine ; in Shadows, Dances in my Heart

YOUR GRACE ; FOREVER and ALWAYS, Entwines my Soul
My HEART : FOREVER and Always beats as one with YOU
I Come Joyously to frolic In an ETERNITY of GLORY with YOU

Inspired By the Contest "JoY to the World" Sponsored By LIGHT and LOVE :
                                       " Deborah Guzzi "

Dedicated to my " GOD " and his Only Begotten Son : My Savior : Jesus



 







 


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Happiness

Happiness (acrostic)
Happiness is found within not in people and things

Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing

Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us

Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly

Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face

Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set

Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay

Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being

Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward.  Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)


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Premise of Joy

Joy cannot be raised as though it ride the back of a song.
It is a gift and for that we should laud the giver with praise.
The heart races into overdrive as the mind fills with wonder.
Our physical and vocal constraints suddenly are unbound.
The mind and senses suddenly to a higher plane are lifted
and our reactions no longer seem to need a leap of faith.

When we walk the aisle to say “I do”, we do consider faith.
I seem to recall such feelings of humility, my body in song,
in tune with the lilt of the moment and the suppressed lift,
of the shout building within me.  I offer ever lasting praise,
of the promise of one walking to me, to He whom I am bound.
As, in unison, all who watched us say I do, approve in wonder.

They remember their own vows, their own time of wonder.
I remember standing before the observation room in faith,
promising Him that if only this little babe not yet bound 
to me, already powerfully making my heart burst to song, 
were only normal, I would raise him to give Him all praise.
I loved the smell of baby powder, as the blanket was lifted. 

Days at our beach house, a respite which always was a lift,
from the day to day routine of work, was always wonderful.
To be able to walk on the beach and stand in awe and praise,
knowing that the sun would rise and tide would fall in faith,
as the sand dabs hid and the seagulls surround them in song,
the power is in Him Who made the earth and to Him is bound.

One cannot be a true southerner and not be honor bound,
to explore the beauty of the Blue Ridge; to smell the lift
of air rising from the basin gently through long leaf singing,
on the outcrop above, as the eagle circles in wonderment.
Exploring Chimney Rock and crawling through with faith,
the Devil’s Kitchen, giving such surroundings due praise.

How could one possibly contain and not express praise,
for such intricate beauty, surely every man is duty bound
to seek out and enjoy beautiful things which speak of faith,
those simple vibrant things which give life a joyous lift.
We need those things which fill us with so much wonder,
we feel our nerves tingle, our skin crawl, and heart sing.

A Life devoid of giving praise, never feels the spirit lift.
If threads of doubt are bound, life can be filled of wonder.
Life can produce such faith, our being delights in song.

My words are:  sing,  praise,  wonder,  bound,  lift,  faith
© 26 Nov 2010 For Deb's "Joy to the World"contest


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In The House Of My Dear Father

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How lovely is Your tabernacle, O Lord of host! My soul longs, yes, even faints for

The courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God *

Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where

She may lay her young----even Your alters, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.

Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; they will still be praising You. Selah ~

Blessed is the one whose strength is in You, whose heart is set on pilgrimage.

As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a spring; the rain also

Covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength; each one appears before

God in Zion. O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah *

O God, behold our shield, and look upon the face of Your anointed. For a day

In Your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of

My God, then to dwell in the tents of wickedness. For the Lord God is a sun and shield

The Lord will give grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from those

Who walk uprightly. O Lord of hosts, blessed are they whom trust in You *

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....“Psalm 84 * `O My Soul`” ~


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LOVE

love is the first point of HAPPY.
love is the first step to HEAVEN.
love is the first line of the HEART GARDEN.
love is the first day of the PEACE.
love is the first relation of OURSELVES.
love is the first person of our LIFE.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.....
ITS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING.
spread the LOVE. at last,
love will be the last point of your FAMILY.
that is LOVE.
LOVE the LOVE.
LIFE WILL BE GREAT.
LOVELY.....


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Angel

Angel looks at angelic reflection
Much to her surprise heavenly being
Exact copy of Angel with pinion
Timely moment spiritually freeing

Beauty opens door for supernatural
Soft glow of light as the spirit reveals
This cherub's role in life is natural
Angel has to be a jewel who feels

Her wings will lift her up to ideal
Just as Water Lilies have own beauty
Her allure reflects love that will appeal
Unlike Hydrangea her pure heart of duty

Her purest heart will give her wings in time
Angel will transport to realms so divine

Contest:Reflection
Contest's sponsor:Constance La France

Written by: Sara Kendrick


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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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Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



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Rose Wine

Your strong hand 
beneath my head
my Love in your Blood
turned from friendship
did spread
into More
the first time you
took my Hand
and traveled every
line, of my Flesh land
the way you reflect your soul
Into my Eyes, 
makes me forget my small stature
shape, size
in this world
I wish to carry your 
future child
be it boy or girl
be them strong of spirit
Smarts of street and class
leaders of Eminence
Sweet mixed with Sass
I see this future
as I fall head first, spilling
into your secure embrace
like a single bottle of Rose Wine
Down to the last Taste




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The Breakup

Waiting. The minutes groan arduously.
Somehow, perhaps – my heart fails to beat
with the rush of your momentary attention.
Perched precariously on spikes
Flesh colored, yet artificial – 
Manikin fingers, fidgeting.
Mournfully drenched in factious apology.
Our eyes meet briefly, then dart with bashfulness,
Choreographed precisely. 
Words uttered repetitively from wine stained lips 
Fill the tortuous silence – hesitantly.  
Your hollow ghost memory, porous and unsubstantial.

'We can work at this, ' you finally choke
An unfamiliar innocence, grasping -
Your voice childlike in its simplicity.
And for a second, I recognized that old stranger. 
I muster a skeptical nod – and smile limply, dismissively 
Fingering the rim of my glass. 
'And deceive ourselves with promises made before?'
I winced with audacity – impatient of your feeling,
As the words ripped your heart out clean.
You clear your throat in an effort to speak -
Those words never did surface...
My acid tongue, an all too familiar indulgence.

I raise hesitantly, your gaze fixated as I shrink.
A tormenting embrace, clothing saturated in your scent
Sodden with tears unshed.
Humoring your touch with finality – 
An unspoken understanding sneered behind the mask.
Face taunt with incomprehension, as sorrow squeezed out the substance.
I avoid the depths of my black dying heart, defiantly.
Anemic with reluctance – I usher the door
A smiling parody of phantom reminisce -
Poisonous and seductive. 
An enormous tear got away,
As you lay fragile and broken – bereft.


I’m sorry.


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The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...


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New Stars Are Formed

Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait 
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate

The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes

The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend

A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done


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Habits at dawn - Catie Lindsey

Habits at Dawn   (Collaboration Contest)

by~ Catie Lindsey

Everything eventually dies
in long hours of neglect
and what remains is not what you think
nor what you suspect.
Guarded safely forty fathoms below
where little white lies and evil intent
cannot swim the bustling tide
of the things strong men invent.
Cruelty in a place
where honor was thrown to the wind
where loyalty meets with lashing out
crushing bones into pulp
shading the flowers bloom
stripping the heart of any hope
that goodness will come soon.
It is safer not to feel
and hearts can't always mend
from fabrication of intent
to swallow you whole
spit you out and then
walk away.
Funny how strong men invent
new means of weakness
casting shadows and pounding dents
into the body of the soul.
The heart stands no chance
with liars who get bored
and concoct evil intent.


by~ Poet Destroyer

As life rebirth the surface
Everything abandon will soon gain custody.
For every lie I will leave you wordless,
and subside your pleasure of gluttony.
You think I will drown with God on my side
All the things you men invent, 
are nothing but lies, your evil excuses under disguise.
One day you will be held in content 
Honor in what?
The way you think you can slip away.
Loyalty was the shortest subject you ever took.
Turning every wrong page in my book.
You men can strip our heart,
And give us the will of no hope.
I said Nope!
Along will come God, 
who will flip my boat again to float.
I will see the goodness!
And feel stronger than I was before.
Mend my heart with new habits to explore.
Swallow the whole world complete.
You will be the one beneath my feet.
Weakness you will find in your own shadow,
once I walk away from your deceit.
Lashing out to bring me near
Never will you hurt me, 
or set my heart in tears.
New habits are easy as one two three.

A collaboration with* Catie Lindsey


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2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person. 
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before.  After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy…Hi
Girl…Hi 
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious. 
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Boy…what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations 
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams. 

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like. 
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend…  ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner. 
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.    
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him.  Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim. 
 Now they know each other and they love each other a lot.  She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves. 
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.


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My Buddy

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
When I think of life without you,
It makes me cry. It makes me cry.

Oh, so many moments we've shared together,
From romping mischief and tummy rubs to those pesky fleas;
And nothing’s better than my puppy’s kiss;
You always try your very best to please.

You always curl up with me on the bed.
You always meet me at the door.
You run and jump and bark with such excitement.
Yes, Buddy, I know you couldn’t love me more.

And when all others fail me, Buddy,
My best friend is always there.
Through my very worst of times,
Your eyes and your attention said,  “I care”.

Five to seven years for every one of mine
Is so little time... it’s hardly fair.
It must be God’s way of saying,
“Love them now… and well.  
There’s precious little time to spare”.

But, if I should go before you, Buddy,
Love your new master without reserve;
And they will love you as you love them. 
It’s what a great pup like you deserves.  

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye. 


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Clock

Clock!
You sculpt the clay of my life
With your rigid hands,
Shouting your high commands through morning alarms. 
Accusations fly
As you collect your daily payment of attention.

When I find myself savoring life’s sweetness,
You sprint behind my back.
And when pain drops my heart from my chest,
You linger, rubbernecking from the wall.

You enclose the whole of my life
In that circular frame,
Ever spinning in your infinite math,
Drunk with power!

Clock!
I can take no more of your tyranny!
I can afford no more of your triple A battery lunches-
I am afraid you’ve run out of time.
So keep your hands out of my business, I’m sleeping in today.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/05/2013


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Are you the one

Are you the one?

In time gone by we where as one
As my lonely heart does cry
For understanding what has changed I can only try
The days together in the sun
Now alas, is it all undone?
It’s only you I will stand by
As my faults you do decry
Yet the heart stays fast, not to run


What’s past is dead and gone my love
It’s forward we should move
The future is bright as shining snow
Let it take flight as the mourning dove
I pray you’ll never disapprove
Of the love I’m trying to bestow 


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I cry for you

The tears I shed are not tears of pain but of grief for you my love. As life would have it or fait at least; you lost at what could have been. Really what should have been!
I know what you truly deserve and it's not me or the poor background of which I've come from. Your friends have managed to find wives with wealth and retirement. While all you can do is carry the load as you always do.
Do not think for an instant my heart isn't hurting; knowing I'm not good enough, never have been, and never will be. I can never catch up in life and will never be an equal. At no time is this far from my mind.
I used to think love was all that mattered but now I have grown up and realize how much more there is to life. A fine line drawn in the sand from the beginning has set us apart and down separate paths. Together yet not as one; this was never to be for our lives were directed by poverty and riches.
Was I selfish to want you? I did not understand then as I do now. Now knowing what I know, I cry for you my love. You could have carried on finding that special one to share all of you with. No lines drawn, no poverty or riches to separate. No tears shed or grief knowing ones' not good enough!
What's ahead as each day passes I wait to see. God has a plan, everything happens for a reason. A new job with more money, yet not even this erases the line. Not for my life of such little means even this can't bind a heart set on a different path?
Debbie Knapp


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Conscience

My conscience looks through the curtain
And I see humanity's plight;
Our lives seem so uncertain
There is little that’s alright.
Yet out of confusion comes groping
To see world clothed in bloom
My heart is created for hoping
It finds no comfort in gloom.

We see from boundary to border
That humanity wars with each race;
With rebellion and irate disorder
We exist in a shameful place.
But I think as the sun is setting
I could embrace peace without strife;
For my mind needs a way of forgetting
All except the beauty of life.

I knew from childhood's beginning
We live in a season of woe;
With suffering, sadness and sinning
For my conscience told me so.
The truth of it all is so tragic
I wept for all that was wrong;
Then by the art of sweet magic
My heart found a new song.

The years keep coming and going
A jumble of pleasure and pain;
But the sadness I feel is showing
That evil is on the gain.
My heart should now be grieving
For there's no comforting;
But I always keep on believing
Life is a miraculous thing.


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Be The Man

So much yelling all around me. How much more can I take?
I can act like nothing's wrong, but then my actions are fake.

I always try to be the man and just look the other way.
Their's no one to turn to, so I kneel down and pray.

Thank the lord for the good things and the strength for the bad.
Thank the lord for my blessings and all the good times I've had.

All my worries then stop. Long enough just to see...
Stop worrying about other lives, and start thinking about me.

So, I lift up my head. Wipe the tears from my eyes.
Hope to forget all the screams and try to look past the lies.

Dress up my best. It's time to show em, I can.
No more drama. No more games. This time I'll be the man.


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

To a Dead Man

You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Acrostic | |

What's in a Name

R eady to give a hug and be caring to others
U nderneathe my heart I’m a true romantic
S imply adorable I am, many people have said
S o heartfelt are my feelings of compassion
E very beat of my heart brings a certain peace
L ovely words do I say to everyone I know
L ong will I remain truthful and loving to all

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Poet Destroyer A's "a poem' about you... it can be an ode' a self ballad, any poem about you.. THE POET" contest

2/24/2013


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

SOMETHING FOR TODAY

     SOMETHING FOR TODAY
The morning lights and to another day
a pirate's chest you've found but will not stay
for longer than the blinking of your eye
from troubled sleep to wake wherein you die

through every ticking second where you are
as dense and far away as any star
you sit and let your life and time run out
and have become what others talk about

from time to time you'll always hear a clue
between each word that's meant for only you
coincidental to what you have seen
you take it in as what each word must mean

and this will guide you through the whole day long
as certain as the hearing of Our Song
just at the proper timing of your need
and then your thought will soar, it has been freed

you cling to it and make it what must be
the fabric of your life and prophesy
and it will carry you from here to there
into another day that goes no where.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Details | Free verse | |

Mother and son

I cherish you,
If you cherish me.

You brought me to life,
We began to meet through time,
Even though,
Sometimes you don't comprehend me,
Sometimes you don't understand me,
That sometimes time isn't enough,
That sometimes instincts get uncontrolled...,
But still,
You were designated for my life,
And you profile my living...
We share lives...

Although,
Time brings maturity,
And time doesn't last forever,
As well as we don't last forever...

There is no such thing,
As total perfection,
Even though,
Thank you...


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 | |

Thirsting Heart Beats

Thirsting Heart Beats
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

 	
During a moment in your deepest desires
do I ever cross your thoughts in mind 
for rehire,
while you’re clutching on your sheets of fire
cold and lonely
wanting to hold me
throughout the night
awaking into several dreams of a separation
without me 
in your life
 
This is bought to a reality
by a lack of understanding
of a heart given in entirety 
my love, my compassion, my good times
you insisted it was all a lie
 
I never claimed a proclamation of perfect
I’m wrapped in your bundle of hurting and burdens 
from opposed late love
bad decisions
hoping and wishing
that all is not lost 
in the cause of two wrongs
that were never made right
giving no guarantees
so what we adore 
is always subject to a slip,
beneath our feet and on the way down
we reach a thirsting heart 
that beats loneliness.


Details | Rhyme | |

Longing for Peace

What is this weight, upon my chest I feel?
Is it worries trapped inside my mind, or is it real

I gasp for air, but feel that there is nothing left for me
The weight I feel upon my chest I can not touch or see

It feels of heavy burden, painful loss and memories
As if I’m sitting in a boat alone in darkened seas

Surrounded by the darkness, and the air is thick and tight
I feel as if I’m standing still, though I row with all my might

I pray for God to clear the air, and show me that there’s light
But this prayer, has gone unheard, and my heart is full of fright

What do I do, where do I turn, there is no help for me
This is something I must endure, be brave until I’m free

The pain I feel, it just gets worse, and I feel I can not stand
What should I do, I try to move, but it’s as if I’m in quick sand

My mind has lost all reason; it’s as if there’s nothing there
My heart feels all the pressure, and it’s more than it can bear

I’m trapped inside a darkened space, that’s full of worry and despair
I’m weighed down with all my thoughts, and I don’t really want to share

I know that this is something that I will get through one day
But until then I’m trapped inside this mind so far away.


Details | Ode | |

SIMPLE JOY OF ART

                                           THE SIMPLE JOY OF ART



When eyes delight upon a work of Michelangelo—gut grinding art-- Creation by a mere man, from his enchanted hands explode results of David –perhaps a heavenly message to impart To the earthbound, scattered world flung far in lands mountain wrapped, plain dirt plains or seabound rocky shores. Vagabonds, they come to marvel by foot or cart. In awe they stand before the stone made man. Walking through the door, drawn to David’s splendid daunting beauty—his far gaze imparts to the viewer-- in that instant, in this life there is nothing more of beauty needed to be seen. Years pass, nights will follow days yet thoughts of this wondrous creature never waiver, never fade but haunt delightedly like a nightlight in the darkness. What manner is there to praise the artist for a gift so long lasting? Repeated thoughts played reflecting David's beauty --and played again—durable throughout the years, Clarified and Magnified in time, not diminished--when mind is disarrayed suddenly a glimpse will flash—through grief’s unbidden tears David will stand in mind’s eye, unchanged , ever manly strong-- beauty possible by stone conscience unblemished by dreadful acts or craven fears. Thus it is --creation of a man who does no wrong. Perhaps it is the reason Heaven's blessed the world with Art which reaches all-- both rich and poor--announces to the throngs-- Look to men of stone to find the rare and pure of heart.
Victoria Anderson-Throop © 11/28/12


Details | Light Poetry | |

Treasure Chest of Memories

Treasure Chest of Memories
Cleaning out my closet a chore this is sure to be.  A day at best to dig through this stuff packed and stacked to the ceiling.  Now, where to start and what to keep! Might as well start here at the top and get moving.
What on earth was I thinking to bring this home, out it goes? This looks like a keeper; it goes over here. This is cute I think I’ll keep it too. When did I get this; I don’t even remember it must not be too important, it can go too.
Now for my treasure chest filled with special things. A breathless moment as I open the lid and spot things; treasures from my past. Oh so many beautiful memories packed in here and tucked safely away in my heart as well. Time slows down as I savor each moment in time each of these treasures brings back to me.
I can’t believe this, it’s still so beautiful. Oh my God just look at this; it was my baby girls! I will always have her in my heart and treasure chest too. This is perfect, I remember this too! I had hoped this day would never end. This was the most special thing ever given to me; I remember crying in secret with pure joy.
This cut through my heart and left such a scar, I knew life would never be the same! I can’t believe at times I survived my very own life. Tears now stinging, no falling down my face; partly joy, partly sadness! This treasure chest holds so many memories; none of which I can part with. 
I know these will always be with me buried inside my heart and tucked inside this chest. My mind will always remember each one of these, some sad, some happy but all are mine to remember! 
                                                                                  Debbie Knapp.


Details | Free verse | |

Thinking Of You

I remember happiness,
No more,
No less,
Only true love.

I imagined,
You beside me...

I remember your eyes,
I remember your lips,
I feel your love,
I know your life...


Details | Free verse | |

My Prayer on Xmas Day

My Prayer on Xmas Day 


You came as a beam of Light, for the suffering humanity,
To remove, cruelties of Life  and to spread Love and forgiveness,
And became,  a symbol   of a new dawn,
Ending the dread of the darkness by your sublime Love, Light  & forgiveness,


Simplicity,  and the teachings of forgiveness  and Love for all,
Was the name of your great causes, and your divine   appearance, O’ Jesus,
Your heart melts to heal,  every suffering human,  
And the light of your love, filled a new life to awaken the souls of those, 
Who were in miseries and pains  and  were in great sufferings, 


Humanity would always remain indebted,  for showing everyone,
A path of Love, forgiveness and living a life of truthful non-voilence,
My humble   prayer to You,   on the great day of Xmas would be,           
To show a path of Love in the hearts of those, who are living in hatred,
To throw a light of kindness and Love, on those, who are in great distress,


Instead of revenge and violence, which is slowly engulfing the entire world,
Fill the heart of every human being, irrespective  of,
Places, beliefs and religions,  with the Light of Your divine Love  & benevolence,
And bless them, so that they may know the joy of living with Peace and Love,
And may adopt a better way of life, of living with love and kindness for all others.

Ravindra


Kanpur India 19th Dec. 2010

GREETINGS  FOR ALL

With Greetings for all my friends anywhere in the world, for a Merry Christmas and a very
Happy and Prosperous New Year 2011.
 


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 | Narrative | |

Even the Hurricane has a Heart

Violent, disastrous, ruthless, merciless
Such words come to mind when one thinks of a hurricane
Destroying anything and everything on its way
Paying no care to the efforts and time invested in that reality
Paying no care to the pain and adversity it leaves behind
Intent to proclaim its superiority at the highest possible cost

...But even a hurricane in all its angered fury
	...has a heart
...and a hurricane’s heart is usually so calm 
...unperturbed by what is going on around it
While its fury whirls around violently destroying
...right in the middle of it, the heart is calm and peaceful

Times will certainly come as rain is bound to drop
...when you will be faced by many challenges
...and it will be like a hurricane has descended on you
In such times, seek the heart of the hurricane
...be at the very centre of it, and you will be fine
...for even a hurricane obeys time
Soon it will exhaust its rage
...and it will be reduced to a mere breeze
	...incapable of harming even a twig

All troubles are seasonal
They may come with storms and thunder
...but soon they’ll be gone
...they’ll be reduced to mere references in the past

Don’t take troubles as personal
Just take them as the experiences of life from which you learn
Each of us must pass through that class
Question is... will you fail or will you pass the exams
The key to passing is tolerance, patience, and understanding

The greatest blessing in life is the MIND
The heart is always weak and irrational
...thus it cannot be trusted to bring happiness that lasts
Empower your mind and use it when in need
When trouble persists, there is only one place to exist
...Ahead in your dreams
Always think of tomorrow when it’ll all be gone
And you’ll own as many happy feelings as your heart will want
Never let your emotions tackle your problems
Always call onto the three minds that govern all life
Your Conscious Mind with which you think
Your Subconscious Mind which turns your thoughts and dreams into reality
And the Super Infinite Mind (God) that has no troubles of its own,
...and is always willing to help you triumph over yours
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dedication to my dear friend Andrea
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | Blank verse | |

No Love Lost No Love Found

I like being the guy no one can have. I’m strong for not only myself but for those who I surround myself with. I will not put up with people who try to push me around and tell me what to do. I’m my own person, I can handle things myself. If you’re in my life you’re in it for a reason. Those who were left in my past were left there on purpose. I don't need you to live my life. I love many, but trust few. best friends are those for a reason, they are there for you when you need someone to talk too, someone to hug, someone to keep you company, and someone to stick by you and be strong for you even when you can't be strong for yourself. I live my life for myself, and for no one else. I will do whatever it takes to reach my dreams no matter how hard or how long it will take to get there. I am young, I am wild, & I am free.


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 | Ballade | |

Life's been good

LIfe's been good

Life has been good to me
I have no real complaints
Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs
I have never been a saint
But I have sampled many things
And I have lived them all
I've been a hero in some ways
And I have been a fool.

Adventurer I've never been
I've mainly read or wrote
But I have strived to be myself
Not a book somebody wrote
Though life has kicked me once or twice
It's been a jolly ride
And I have learned with each new day
To take life in its sride

And I rejoice, I do
At all thats been and done
They've all brought me home to this
This new born, rising sun
And I don't know what God is
Or whatever there might be
All I know is some strange power
It really must love me.

22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.                                             


Details | Limerick | |

Secret

I search for happiness
But never found it again
Though it will be pursued
It will never be attain

I got lost a long time ago
And I give my heart away
It’s been broken to badly
It didn't mend up till today

She left me alone in the dark
Didn't wait to see if I was alive
alone i suffered everyday waiting
For peace of mind to arrive

And it never did came
I would lookout the window
Asking god to please help me
And just make my misery go

But the goodness in life
Has turns his back on me
And left me stuck in a time
To suffer for eternity

Why she walk out the hospital
Why couldn't she see my pain? 
Didn't she care that she might?
Never see me alive again

Now I’m scared for forever
Domed to face the world alone
Never will find a resting heart
And for ever my soul will roam

My heart is empty 
But fill with love to give
But who is going to love me
A man who’s badly defective

So the long road of life
I must travel without love
I know my mother loves me
That the only love, I’m sure off

I wish to find love again
But afraid to get rejected
Then my heart will be broken
And die when it gets infected

Right now I love some one
And keep it secret
And talk to her everyday
But will never reveal it

Will always keep her in my heart
But can never have her in my life
And I know one day I will die
If she becomes another one’s wife

And through this lonely journey
Will have lots of obstacles
Some times when I get tired
I have an ice cream Popsicle


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Free verse | |

On A Lonely Bench

Sitting on a lonely bench,

Memories got me blenched,

Your heart I tried to clench,

Though, the rains got me drenched,

From hearts I needed to entrench...

 

Your words not retrenched,

From things I wanted to bent,

While you often tended to bend,

Without letting me mend...

 

You, I tried to fend,

You borrowed and erased te times I used to lend,

Manipulated and used by you,

Pretending to be a friend...

 

From hallows I scended

From errors you descended,

My life wished to be attended.

Even though, you got me expended,

My hands were still extended,

Even though, you got me offended...

 

The times I misspended,

You still condescended me,

Though, the changes were about to be impended,

I was still amended,

And I was still intended...

 

But, I was not comprehended,

Even though, you were condemned and untamed,

While I was aimed to be blamed,

Still, more thing you wanted to borrow and gain...

 

Although, this is the end,

The ways, I will paint,

For the pains to get unbended,

As I contemplate nature and life,

With memories that swayed and portended,

As my soul slowly transcended,

While sitting on a lonely bench...


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 | Italian Sonnet | |

Exploded Revere

Each and every heart has lost its way
Xanadu is just fictitious, this you know.
Pain flows with love, as the wind doe s blow.
Love can be pretty or just as ugly any day.
One heart beats so different, in every way.
Dear lonely heart, listen to your spirit glow.
Each passing moment will tell the way to row.
Dream your desires, but live in reality today.

Revelations shall take your heart for a little ride.
Explosions build and fall, love has crescendos.
Veer carefully in passions lost, before you decide.
Eventual truth will guide you; out of these woes.
Respect your soul, don’t let your heart be the only guide
Every love shows, grows, though not without repose.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fighting Temptations

The temptation is almost overwhelming
And the will is almost losing
For the body is almost winning
It is on the verge of doing
What the heart had promised to stop doing
 

They say where there is a will there is a way
But what happens when the will is weak anyway?
When your heart says lets go this way
And your brains say it is not the right way


When you know what course to take
Yet the course you are taking is fake
And knows that you will end deep in the lake
And still that course you take
As though bewitched.


Somehow deep within
You find strength therein
That you soak all the temptations in
Leaving you drained after fightin'
But with the sweet smell of victory.


Details | Shape | |

Sun Has Gone Down

The Sun
             has gone down
                                     The light
                                                   engulfed by dark
                                                                            could not warm me
                                          The last hand wanting
  stayed lingered in the air
I
 stayed sitting lonely
                                Watching the first wave goodbye
                                                                              that is
when my heart decided:
                                         Decisions shouldn't own me
I stayed there transparent
                                        and let the blackness shade me
                                                                                       
Sitting on a revisited shoulder
                                       there new life contemplates me
washing eyes in night air
                                       The Moon shall serenade leads
                                   but
will I follow is the answer
                                    I am stuck in hold me
Shallow and full of concentrated sighs
                                              in the mist of night
            my head could only sees
The Sun
           has gone down
                                and my heart still only bleeds


Details | Rhyme | |

Hope

When I look through the curtain
 I see humanity's plight;
Our lives seem so uncertain
There’s little that is alright.
Yet out of confusion I come groping
To see a world dressed in bloom;
With my heart created for hoping
I find no comfort in gloom.

We see from boundary to border
That humanity wars with each race;
With rebellion and irate disorder
We exist in a shameful place.
But I think as the sun is setting
I could embrace peace without strife;
For my mind needs a way of forgetting
All except the beauty of life.

I knew from childhood's beginning
We live in a season of woe;
With suffering, sadness and sinning
For my conscience told me so.
The truth of it all is so tragic
I wept for all that was wrong;
Then by the art of sweet magic
My heart found a new song.

The years keep coming and going
A jumble of pleasure and pain;
But the sadness I feel is showing
That evil is on the gain.
My heart should now be grieving
For I find there is no comforting;
But I always keep believing
Life is a miraculous thing.


Details | Sonnet | |

At the end of the day

I needed a little book to have
Something to write my heart desires
So burning, my heart stopped being quiet
This was enough for my pen to start.

In less than two hours I poured it all out
Things I saw but I could not yet touch
Just on point, I had no second thought
Then decided to seal the book’s mouth

Assured, I waited on him that fails not
Him alone, all desires he can meet
But waiting is now longer than once thought
Some are still there that I may never reach

Staring at the book, as if it is now strange
Makes me wonder at the end of the day


Details | Free verse | |

Beautify

                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…
  

 


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Ghazal for you, my reader

I hold the rainbow and an arrow, for you, my reader;
The thrill of good  tomorrow for you, my reader;

The butterfly of happiness will fly from our book
To find a reason and a certitude, for you, my reader;

You don`t remember this verse I took 
In the hand of light, for you, my reader

It was at very beginning a word, for you, my reader
And wonders made by Lord, for you, my reader

Temptation of good , to see the truth ,this festival 
of hope with favorable look, for you, my reader

And here, YOUR NAME I put, while writing a Ghazal:
A nosegay of perfumes, a tender touch for you, my reader


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CUT SO DEEPLY

CUT SO DEEPLY
BY: THERESA SANFORD
2/22/2012

THE PAIN IN MY HEART HAS THE DEEPEST HOLE: THE DAGGER SO HUGE MADE THE BIGGEST GROOVE. TO BEGIN TO REFILL HAS THIS UNKNOWN TIMELINE, TO REPAIR ALL THE ABRASION WILL TAKE THE LONGEST TIME.
THROUGHOUT MY LIFE STARTING FROM A VERY YOUNG AGE, BEING A VICTIM OF THIS CRIME WHICH WEIGHS HEAVY ON MY BRAIN. NOT KNOWING WHO TO TURN TO FOR THE COMFORT AND PROTECTION. NOT BEING TAUGHT IN THE BEGINNING TO SPEAK UP IN THIS LIFE.
DURING MY TEENS IT HAPPENED AGAIN BUT TO BE HELD DOWN AND HELPLESS WAS THE SCARIEST THING. IN MY HEAD I SEEN FUNNELS, SPINNING AND SPINNING BECAUSE MY HEART IS ONCE AGAIN BROKEN. 
TO HAPPEN TO ME NOT ONCE BUT TWICE, TO BE THREATENED NOT TO SPEAK A WORD OF IT WASN’T SO NICE. TO KEEP THE SILENCE FROM A PERSON YOU LOVE SO DEARLY, NOT KNOWING THEIR REACTION HAD ME KEEPING IT AWAY COMPLETELY. AT FIRST, FROM A BOY AND THEN FROM A MAN, BECOMES THIS DISTURBANCE NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.
WITH THAT BEING SAID, IT’LL FOREVER BE EMBEDDED IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD. TO CARRY SOMETHING SO HEAVY; AND SO PAINFUL CAN DAMAGE YOU IN SO MANY WAYS. TO FEEL THE SORROW IN YOUR HEART THAT FOLLOWS YOU THROUGHOUT YOUR ADULT LIFE. BUT, WHAT BECOMES OF THE ADULT THAT CARRIES SO MUCH HURT AND SORROW. SHE HANDS IT OVER TO THE LORD AND PRAYS FOR EVERYONE’S FORGIVENESS.


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Cherry Red

She sat on the Bart
the subway whooshed on
swaying like a fine woman’s hips,
a picture of perfection,
her bike chipped and cherry red 
as her fingernails.

Peaches and cream 
her cheeks blushed, her dress draped,
falling between two elegant knees,
a fiery-red, curtain of cloth
scattered with white polka-dots.

She made an impression,
a work of walking art and kindness
leaked from her every pore. 

I, a fish out of water in her stream,
asked the way, the stop.
Her hand shifted atop the trash-bag
covered seat of her bike, as she braced the frame
against the seat stanchion
with an elegant hand 
wrapped in fingerless, red, wool gloves.

"I’ll watch for you” she said...
“It’s hard to see and too much noise to hear.”

Glancing down, my matronly sneakers
beside her caramel cowboy boots, 
feeling a bit lost but safe...
her Pacific-blue eyes reassuring 
beneath her honey colored bangs.
A vision of unkempt loveliness,
nameless aid to wandering mothers.
The train stopped and with a point,
she shooshed me off the East Bay train. 


Details | Ruba'i | |

I Believe

I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay

I believe in a second chance
I believe in a life long romance
I believe there is life after death
And standing up to a life of mess

I believe in love at first sight
I believe that revenge isn’t right
I believe that first impressions last
And there is nothing better then a good laugh

I believe that dreams do come true
I believe there's destiny for me and you
I believe that good things come to those who wait
I believe love never arrives too late

I believe something good comes from something bad
I believe that for tears of happiness there are tears of sad
I believe everyone has a guardian angel
And the good you do will be rewarded well

I believe sometimes there is no explanation
I believe money can't buy people's affection
I believe you don't know what you've got until it's gone
I believe a new day arrives with every dawn

I believe a smile can be contagious
I believe in being very outrageous
I believe in living with no regrets
I believe that life is as good as it gets

I believe that God watches over us
I believe the little things are worth the fuss
I believe you have each friend for a reason
I believe you will get punished for treason

I believe that what comes first is family
I believe we should all live in harmony
I believe in making the most of a beautiful day
And it's not the end until everything's okay

I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder
I believe you will lose if you sit and wonder
I believe every experience teaches you a lesson
And nothing cures better then a drinking session

I believe everyone has one true love
I believe sometimes we need a little shove
I believe the whole world is a stage 
I believe we only get better with age

I believe that to learn you have to live
I believe that to love someone you have to give
I believe one moment can change your life
And there's still help when you’re in strife

I believe everyone has one true friend
I believe love helps a broken heart mend
I believe in the power of a song
And things will change before too long

I believe living is the best experience
I believe in not laughing at other people’s expense
I believe it’s hard to watch a lover leave
And when they’re gone all you can do is breath

I believe to always look on the bright side
I believe that life is just one big ride
I believe when I die people will grieve
But it’s ok because I believe 


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Poetic Robbery

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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TO: Vienna Bombardieri YoUrs TrulY thE DruKeN PoEt

You are~
The queen of hive~keeping a universe of sweetness alive.
The richness of air~ more richness than a gem or bank can bare.
The float of a boat~the ink of a love note.
The warmth of a coat~the warmth of prevailing hope.

With a billion brilliantly buffed  stars you shine~a shine in the night of my mind.
You are the eloquence of glistening and glamorous Fiji waters~beauteous waves of mind.
A Unhurried dulcet substance steaming ahead~honey flowing through your veins.
I can visualize your golden veins,coiling on the
bars of heavens divine gates ~ your soul the key to heaven.
I'm  sure a blind man can see you, I'm sure women would love to be you~ I'm sure though I haven't seen you.

Perhaps I seen you in
the rose I smelled yesterday
the sun of today
the mystical formation of
comely clouds. 
perhaps I seen you girdled in 
trees of fortitude,may be you
are the the fortifier of it all,the
beautifier of all roses standing tall.

You are the first steps of a baby
that once use to crawl,supportive
to all.You are the benign tender of
a baby's BIRTH~


So go ahead ask me what your WORTH,
and yes baby people like you is the 
restoration of EARTH.


So go ahead ask me what your WORTH,
And i'll say YOUR  WORTH MORE THAN EARTH!!!

Your birth chained heaven to earth~
A visible but invisible cord the doctors couldn't Cut,

BUT guess what these words came from the heaven in my GUT!!!


Written BY: Elliott Bowe

TO: Vienna Bombardieri
YoUrs TrulY thE DruKeN PoEt
 


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Bravery

It's not a lesson to be taught
Or a skill to be acquired
It's the nudge to move forward
Open when the time is right
It's the spirit inside
God leading on the way
On the journey to discover
He is all you need
It's the courage to let go
Say yes instead of no
Reveal what you've been holding back
As Jesus takes the wheel
It's the realization that it doesn't matter
What others think of you
God leads you where you're meant to be
Just allow you to be you
It's the standing up to fear
Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!"
The battle has been fought too long
Time to let the stalemate end
It's the inspiration you've been holding
For others and for yourself
The light we've been dimming
Rather than shining on His behalf
It's the spontaneity in the decision
To follow His call all the way
Discovering peace in being you
Wide open as the perfect creation you are
The world out there is brutal
But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand
His bravery now is all we have
But His bravery of love is all we need
May God bless you!


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Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


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Glittery Story

Tell me this tale of the sun flash
Across your face, too hot, harsh,
Your candid stories like fairy tales;
To ears harrass our illumined faces,
Indeed. I learn laughter's lofty gales.

I will stare at your straight visage-
Water and steel of similar, sly page,
Smooth, flawless in its frank portrayal
Of myself. I should know how rumpled
Water grow into ripples of a storied age.

Yet you Mirror, is yet so smooth;
A worthy canvas, a brushes' tooth,
Fluffy. You narrate my falls and glory
In solemn reflective manner, yours only.
I'm humbled by your simlple, arcane story.


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Where lies the future of music

A question was asked to me by a Yahoo Music lover, ‘where lies the future of music?’
My answer is here in the form a Poem.


Where lies the future of music?


The future of Music lies in the mind and heart of the people of this earth,

The future of Music lies in the mind and heart of the people of this earth,
So long as the Nature is there with all its beauty and charms, and
Love exists with all its loveliness of youth, joys and warmth’s, and
The longings of heart and cries for love are there and 
The agonies of life and pains capture everyone.

So long as there are chattering of birds and singing of Koyal,*and
The sound of music flows in every particle of nature,
Music will continue to enchant everyone and 
It would flourish to exist on earth forever.

So long as, we can hear the laughing of a child and 
A mother sings a lullaby for its hearts dearest smile, and 
So long as Poetry and Love would flow in our heart and soul,
Music will continue to exist in many forms and shapes,
Irrespective of languages, regions, places, instruments and songs.

However only that Music will exist, 
Which would touch and move the heart and soul of its listeners, and
Of those who cannot live without Music anymore.

In what shape it would bloom in future?
Would be decided by the new crop of listeners,
It may leave its old appearances to take a rebirth,
Like a the human soul, which is permanent and only,
Keep changing the body, as we change our old clothes,
And wears a new, when the old one is torn and exhausted.

Change and the Music are the only things permanent in this universe,
Having God's blessing the Music would exists always,
But it would keep changing
Its instruments, voices, melodies and effects.

New songs would come and new poets and singers would allure our hearts
New instruments would replace the melodies, 
Which charms to day and rule our body mind and hearts.

The only thing which is certain and permanent forever and for ever
The Music will continue to exist, until the end of civilization and earth.

Ravindra 
Kanpur India  8th Oct 2010
*Koyal A melody singing bird of India like a nightingale


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It's The Simple Things

I remember the days they were born
Both in March, cold and rainy yet we were warm
Me a new dad and my love a new mom
Not knowing what to expect, trying to be calm

Jarret was the first, it was March 25th
Time seemed to linger, our long wait was no myth
But when he decided to take his first look
We both cried at our miracle, as if from a book
It’s the simple things, oh… the simple things

The next time we were old hands, but still a little scared
Wondering how it would turn out, our strength shared
The doctor and nurse seem to show no worry
When that heart monitor slowed down in a hurry
But then Anna came so quick on that March 29th 
Our surprised little doc, still had her sweater on tight
It’s the simple things, oh… yeah, the simple things

The years go by fast, as everyone says
Somehow you don’t pay attention until, there it is
The first time he and I walked to our fishing hole
My buddy and me, him carrying his little pole
Jabbering away about the big one he’d catch
Me hanging on his every word, knowing this moment would be hard to match 
It’s the little things, man I mean the little things

She was a cute little bug, always holding a kitty, puppy or such
She with her happy heart, I love her so much
The first to make friends with whomever she met,
Her big brown doe eyes are hard to forget

The next thing I knew he’s taller than me 
With a voice as deep as the old man in the sea
His single word answers to questions left me craving more
It’s tough on a loving dad, but I know the score

She sings, oh.. how she sings wherever she goes
Our happy heart may someday star in the show
Later I pick her up and hear how the game went
Just listening to her joy, me ever so content
It’s the little things, those simple little things

I’m sitting in the car, waiting for school to abstain
‘Cause I don’t want him to have to walk home in the rain
He jumps in, looks at me and says, thanks pop
You know I love you, and that’s non-stop

It’s life’s little things…just these little things
It’s life’s little things…just enjoy the little things..


Details | Shape | |

Keep n' It Real

                             Don't Loose Sight;        it might pass by!
                                          Blink Once,          Blink Twice,
                                                            Did You, 
                                                              See It? 
                                                         Just Keep n' It Real! 
                                       " Life Can Flash by, like A Bat of an eye."
                                                                       very Quickly....
                                                                          So,
                                                                   Don't Lo
                                                                            ose
                                                                         sight, 
                                                                      of 
                                                              what's truly
                                                        there.             "My 
                                                                       FACE."


Details | I do not know? | |

Titanic

Great stature, 
enormous strength; 
huge, colossal
the way my heart exploded 
so many different ways to express it
Does anyone hear the sound a heart 
Makes when it breaks
Even continents away
Did she hear it?
The only one that mattered
It seemed like four days ago
We were so in love 
Frolicking in the opulence,
Luxury of our acquaintance
Our love compared to the strength of the greek gods
Basking in the afterglow,
Proposing a toast,
With reason to believe it will not collapse
Without knowing our pride would lead to our demise.
And leave us cold, destitute, shocked beyond our mortal
Comprehension
Sobering to the thought this is the end
And the heat we once shared can’t take this chill away
Blistering,
I had to leave my body as the frost was setting in. . . 
In                      d i s b e l i e f
This is just a tip of the iceberg
How could “us” the greatest love story
Go down in history as a shame
Will we be known as the world's greatest love tragedy?
Sinking down to the oceans living room
Look at me soaking in all my tears of sorrow
Cubit measurements of the ocean amounting 
To the number of shed tears
Poisedon, nowhere to be found
Must have won the fight with the Titans
Was I the Titan,
And you Poisedon
Was our love destined to fail before it started
Who is to blame
This seems like a case for a wrongful death suit
Never to regain
Nor to recover
Just a titanic mockery
Be forewarned before you sign on
It may look good,
But we didn’t see what was lurking underneath
So much planning for our debut
A year in the making
Big lights
Cameras, the fame
So much for what we thought we knew 
Versus
What we didn’t see coming!


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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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Adoration (FOR The Palindrome Contest Sponsored by: Jared Pickett)

Love -
Treasures forever.
Hopes perpetually.
Beckons tenderly.
Delights trust; honors everlastingly.
Devotes faithfully heart soaring elating. 
Life cascading while sharing, 
Dreams embracing life enjoy.
Caressing faithfully souls serving,
 -Adoring –
Serving souls faithfully caressing,
Enjoy life, embracing dreams.
Sharing while cascading life,
Elating soaring heart faithfully devotes.
Everlastingly honors; trust delights.
Tenderly beckons.
Perpetually hopes
Forever treasures.
Love -

© July 10, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

A Few Interesting Palindrome Links:
Research Sites:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palindrome
http://www.fun-with-words.com/palin_example.html
http://www.rinkworks.com/words/palindromes.shtml
http://shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html


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Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.




















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My Little Girl

Your smiling face, brings me joy
Like that of heavens voice
You make each and everyday better than the one before.

You give my life meaning that no one can deny
You make my life so full
And my soul soar so high.

My little girl so beautiful, so full of life
The sun shines brightly as you wake
Wishing you such happiness and a life devoid of strife.

Go outside and play today
Make believe is always fun
Pretend the trees can carry you away to a land with a candy sun.

Please don’t let this cruel world get you down
Or fill you with its troubles
Keep your heart pure and true and never let them see you frown.

My little girl, so special to me
Make your life as happy as can be
And keep your heart so happy and free.


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spilled ink on a perfect verse

This isn't the time to run away

Nor is it the time to hide

they say "use your whole heart

and take a dive"

 

I forgot the past  while I  lay in your arms

you partially held me

became my blanket for the meantime

I swam in you and you in I

threw caution to the wind

I didn't think that eventually I'd cry

well I knew I would eventually cry but my brain

and my heart hadn't made it that far yet.

 

I forgot about the boundaries

and entered unchartered territory

I went places that I shouldn't have gone

because I desired you more than anything

you occupied places in my heart that

should have been left alone

but I unlocked the door for you

and here you'll stay forever

 

I still get shivers when I hear your voice

And your energy makes me feel like I'm a boss

you see the thing that attracted me the most

is that you picked me up when I was lost.

I fell into you even though I knew the cost.

Now my heart will always be thirsty for you.

Like damaged hair it became porous.

 

I don't blame you though. And surprisingly

enough I don't even blame me.

We saw a chance to steal a goal

but ended up stealing things we couldn't keep.

For a moment I owned the property,

even if in secret. But the bank took you back

and put foreclosure on my feelings.

 

Now I'm left scrambling here and there.

I gotta roll my sleeves down and brush off

these lingering feelings. This isn't going to be easy because

 I will still be me and you will still be you. Its like trying to get

away from a walking advertisement as big as the ones in times

sqaure advertising someone whose perfect for you.

 

But that reality is unreal so I put one foot in frount of  me

and slowly start to move.....




Details | Personification | |

His Special Ability

Experiencing many different emotions, it is shocking to my soul.  Such an intense attraction drawing me in, surprising I am complete as a whole.

Finally full and complete within, a satisfation I've never experienced before. Finally someone able to find the hidden key, the only key that can unlock my safty door.

Gratified in every way possible, he has broken through the barrier I've been hiding behind for years.  Complete in life and in love, finally able to let go of all my fears.

With a smile on my face and happiness in my heart, my dream has come true.  He is my definition of perfect, from day one, my heart and head just knew.

He leads me through many exciting adventures, packed full of pleasant surprises.  Everyday he gives me something new, the intensity level constantly rises.

As the relationship continues, the emotions get more intense.  Surprising me every chance he gets, my suspense level balances on the fence.

It hit me like a tons of bricks, how fast I needed what he had to offer.  His eyes, his touch, his love and charm, made me a little softer.

Everyday I look forward to where this will lead, but I am excited as a couple what we have become.  Enjoying every moment as it's our very first, my heart constantly beats like a drum.

We have been through many trials and tribulations, with every memory I keep on replay.  DeShane, you are the one meant for me, in my mind, in my heart and in my soul, is where I want you to stay!


Details | Ballad | |

BREATH OF LIFE

This soul was dying and crashing,
But she gave me a breath of life.
She whispered beautiful words of life,
That rejuvenated the strength within.
I started to feel the life within me rise,
And made me feel alive again.

With the breath of life I rose again,
And the petals of my life blossomed.
Once more I felt the warmth of love,
Melting down my once cold heart,
Into a warm heart that can hold love.
It is a good feeling of happiness,
That makes this heart make a beat.

In the shadow of my own loneliness, 
Life was as dark as a dark night is. 
The sun in my life had never set,
And the moonlight was never bright,
To light up the world around me,
Until she gave me a breath of life,
That filled my heart with love.

She is coming from the far horizon,
But I can smell the smell of her perfume.
With her majestic move I hear her steps,
And my heart is beating in expectancy,
With every step she makes closer.
My hands are widening up for her,
Ready to hold her in my arms of love.


Details | Verse | |

Scorn

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THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT HAD TO BE IN THE POEM 

Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle

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I was a woman scorn 
Unknowingly  cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended 
because I was accepting a me that depended
on him
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and  I prayed 
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would 
prove to be a path of doom


Details | Ballade | |

In the twilight hours

In the twilight hours

In the twilight hours
We walk the streets alone
Bear and I in the inky darkness
I like to be on my own
On these precious morning hours
When I sink within my soul
It's in the wondrous morning times
When me, I feel so whole.

Then when the walk is over
I do my best to write
A lovely song for you alone
It gives me such delight
To write you words of love, and bliss
For you're my precious one
And I have need to do this thing
Way before the day's begun.

I guess that I'll be writing thus
Until the day I die
I am a wordsmith naught much else
And within my heart there lies
Two ton of love, sweet, tender love
And all of it for you
I am the troubadour of love
So what else can I do?

15 October 2013 @ 0552hrs.


Details | Couplet | |

Letters To Her Car

Letters To Her Car

I used to get up in the mid of winter before she would leave for work
And there on the frost laced windows of her car, is where I would leave my mark

I’d tell her about the day I had planned, or just a simple reminder
That no matter what this life had in store, in my heart is where I could find her



She was a beautiful thing. An angel bequeathed to us, placed here by a mightier hand
Though mine for only a little while tis but the blink of an eye for one that’s eternal

We all know that were here for a time, our minutes borrowed from the hour glass sand
Our hearts though two, were twined as one, as if born from something fraternal



And though her touch in this world, l will not feel again, I can remember that this life is 
fleeting
And sometime soon, as the immortal would count it, once again I’ll feel her heart beating

When the sand in Chronos’s glass runs its course for my life and Lachesis can cut her line
Ill No longer be held by the flesh of this world, and I’ll be unfettered by this thing called time



But for now I keep searching for destinies book, a different canvas to pen my hearts meaning
For that thing in the driveway that she once drove is now useless to put forth my word

What I want for now is a window to heaven to speed to her the thoughts I’ve been keeping 
That I found you once, and though it cost me my life to find you again that price I will afford


Details | Narrative | |

Spirit and Faith

Spirit and Faith
I never walk alone no matter where I go. My thoughts never go unheard nor do my 
whispers fall on deaf ears. Always by my side waiting to hear my every thought and 
holding me close at all times. 
The things I whisper the wind carries as if to tell all the world there is a secret 
stirring in the breeze. You see my thoughts and whispers are set free. No I am 
never alone.

I have a warm feeling that surrounds and fills me with beautiful thoughts. I see 
exciting things everywhere I look and know they are to remind me of what is known 
within my heart and saved deep inside my mind. Somehow I know something more 
spectacular is to come.

Together we travel this life and hold each other to light the path and guide the way. 
Comfort comes from knowing, feeling, and sensing these things not shared with 
others. Instinct I say, “Just a gut feeling”, but beside me, although those around me 
are unaware ~ I never walk alone! 

Soaring with love bound by heaven bringing intuition, wisdom and passion keeping 
us connected stronger than any imagined emotion or dream. I know and feel life 
lessons from sensing, acquiring and accumulating knowledge given gently as you 
are forever influencing there beside me. Walk with me and keep me safe as you 
open my window of curiosity with insight, reassuring with a peek of what’s on the 
other side. Every beat of my heart and color of my soul follows a journey filled with 
open-mindedness and love. 

Knowing your there holding my dreams and safeguarding my heart with love gives 
me the strength to follow unknown paths. Courage is being gently guided over 
stepping stones with Intuition and held up as you walk by my side.   

                                                                                                     Debbie Knapp.


Details | Bio | |

I will always have faith in you

 Light my world with fantisies
For there shall be a day in a life 
Where the stars smile so bright 
cause I see your smile 
and I know my day will be all right 

cause your right there next to me 
as I go on my first day of school 
it may not be as easy as I thought it would be but 
I know your right there next to me 
And I smile at the thought of you smiling as I sing this song to you
I've always knew just what to do 

Someday I will be a superstar 
I will give us the life we never had
we will be a happy little family
no matter what I do I will always try 
cause I am not giving up on the lady who gave me life 

Cause your right there next to  me 
As  as I go off to high school 
 It may of got a little better since you been away 
I smile at thought of you looking down at me and saying "im proud of you, im proud of who you became, my sweet little angel 
is growing up" 

I am not letting go of what I used to have 
I am just being happier cuz I know its what you would want for me 

So look back at all we have been threw 
Its your time to shine and give that girl what she derves 
I have grown but she is still so young 
I will be there soon enough 
I only got a few years to go 

So while I am away
Make sure her happiness is still with you 
She  will love you forever just like I do
Cause I see your smile a thousand miles away 
I know we will meet again 
So for now I will remember 
that smile on tuesday night 
tucking me in and telling me "goodnight" 

cause your right there next to me 
as I am coming home
I have my own little family now 
We are coming to visit and say hello to you my dear 
I see that smile as I am driving home 
its been a long time since ive seen your beautiful smile

So dont forget that I love you 
I have always been here to help you understand how a kids heart 
can change so fast whens they have been threw a lot 
Someday they will tell you thank you 
I have a learned alot from you 
I dont know what or who I would be 

So I want you to understand that you dont have to be here for me 
I trust in you 
Like you can never see 
I can hear you saying "I love you" 
I have always had faith in you 
I hope you know you will always be in my heart


Details | Free verse | |

I'VE CROSSED THAT BRIDGE BEFORE

Planning on crossing over
where footprints of night
are ne'er seen...
There fish are spawning
in clear blue stream ~
Surrounded by verdant green;
Nature begins speaking to me.
An antiquated chine-wood bridge
gracefully arches it back
with sturdy braids makes a path ~
That I may cross  to a place serene
Where nightingales and crickets sing
It's a place where I do my thinking
Unafraid to shed my skin ~
by dusk as honey bear I may roam,
by dawn take flight as an eagle
I may be found soaring toward home.
Upon opening mine eyes
I come to realize the colors of the skies
Yes, I've crossed that bridge before


Details | Free verse | |

The River Of Life

They walked together side by side -
the old man and the boy
on the bridge across the river
They could have walked thus 
across the river of life
with its eternal flow
I watched them
and thoughts filled my mind
of the un-bridged gap
between their lives

The old man -
with faltering step
he moves slowly on
His life has  been lived
and his house is in order
as he patiently awaits
the call of his maker
What are his thoughts 
at this moment 
as he moves on?

Are they thoughts of pain and sorrow
over some incident in the past
so difficult to bear
that after all these years
the wound is not yet healed?

Are they of someone he loved as a youth
but lost through folly?
Was she beautiful?
Did her eyes sparkle 
like the sunlight 
on the water below?
He looks at the water
sighing deeply
and nods his head

Or is he thinking of the young one at his side
so innocent
so pure
soon to be plunged into a world 
where life rushes madly on?
How shall he fare?
Who will warn him of the pitfalls?

These thoughts plague the old man's mind
and hurt his noble heart
But then he smiles as he remembers
that in his younger days
his eager spirit wanted to taste and feel
the sting of life's joys and sorrows 
by itself

There is no substitute for experience
for though we know we may be hurt
in love or life
yet we walk on toward the very thing
that may hurt us so


Details | Rhyme | |

I am not SAD

I am not sad!


While most of my poems may be SAD
They reflect the experiences that I’ve HAD
I promise you I am not MAD
In fact most days I feel GLAD

Whenever I do feel DOWN
Or sadness is AROUND
When pain and fear are ABOUND
I write to release my inner FROWN

My writing is the skeleton KEY
To all things that make me - ME
It opens the door and sets me FREE
To document my life’s JOURNEY

I write today to tell you SO
Just in case you did not KNOW
My memories are clear and PLAIN
On my journey there’s both joy and PAIN

SOME OF IT I JUST CAN’T EXPLAIN
SOME ANSWERS I MAY NEVER ASSERTAIN


Happy memories are all I SEE
When I reflect on my girls and ME
They fill my heart with such JUBILEE
And now my life has UNITY 

Alaya and Saen adore me SO
I love them and this they KNOW
They repaired my heart and helped it GROW
In their eyes I see love’s GLOW

A love like theirs is INCOMPARABLE
This makes the pain of my past - BEARABLE
They fill my spirit with joy and GLEE
They are the reason I was meant to BE

Each and every day I PRAY
I look in the mirror and I SAY
Thank you lord for this DAY
Watch over my children as they PLAY
And please show me the WAY
To be a better person - TODAY

This eases the sadness in ME
So I can live and be HAPPY!

Lay


Details | Lyric | |

Same Ol' Song

Girl, I'm gonna miss you when you're gone,
Everything right done went so wrong,
I guess it's over now, so...so long,
and it's time to be movin' on,

Yes, I'm gonna miss you when you're gone,
I'm really sorry things went wrong,
I wasn't where my heart belonged,
I quess it's over..now..I'll be movin' on,

We all hear the same ol' song,
Boose 'n' beer and things go wrong,
I held her near where you belonged,
Oh my dear!...I done did you wrong!

And I'm gonna miss you when you're gone,
I wasn't where my heart belonged,
Everything right done went so wrong,
and I'm gonna miss you when you're gone,
Yea, I'm gonna miss you when you're gone.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Home

I leave my heart secreted far away,
In my home, my sanctum, my hidey-hole.
Each day I leave, but every night I stay.
My heart in it's home, always safe and whole.

Where ever I wander, my heart always
Calls me home, to my family and friends.
To a nice warm bed. To a fire ablaze:
We huddle close to chat and warm our hands.

My heart, my hope, my soul, all dwell right here.
The roots of my life, trapped in a building.
Within my reach is all that I hold dear.
Memories here, carved into the molding

Yet are not people more important than
The place? I will enjoy it while I can.


Details | Free verse | |

A Bottle of Wisdom

    "A Bottle of Wisdom"



treasure Life as a precious gift from God
embrace each moment, tenderly, with love
pursue dreams in a land of freedom for all
never lose sight of goals to achieve successfully
share this poignant message with others
who are deemed special in Life for this...
a bottle of wisdom contains the keys to happiness.

absorb the brilliance of Nature's vibrant domain
preserve the environment and creatures who dwell
within the forest greenery ... inhale majestic beauty
observe the pride of Earth's Planet
although attacks have beenwaged to destroy
the fibers and fabric of a lovely tapestry
victory reigns in the human heart and spirit
a bottle of wisdom endows one with power to survive.

cradle your children with hearty hugs and kisses
every moment in Time so they lest forget the
intensity of love ... shower them with deep affection
too much abuse has already been ravaged on those
less fortunate .. left orphaned by War ..
cherish your companion, counterpart, significant other
husband, wife or friend .. they remain the strong foundation
to enjoy abundant living,

all I have written and offered to you who discover
this priceless jewel from the ocean I share in love
always remember love makes the World go round so
hold this motto in your heart ... Love Conquers Life

fall in love with love.


*For Catie Lindsey's Message in a Bottle Contest.  


Details | Rhyme | |

She is Everything I Need to Know

She is my life and love and everything I need to know.
She is my strength and health whenever I am sick and slow.
her light sticks to my heart all day long: she shuns my shadow.
Comfort springs from her arms: she is my pleasant pillow.

A lovely lady, so bright, bold and beautiful.
A priceless princess, so cute, cool and colorful.
She is the sweetest song in my mouth, I can’t stop to sing.
She is my dearest dream, a courteous queen for a kind king!

She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She soothes my soul and spirit with her cheerful charms.
She takes me to a wonderful world whenever I’m in her arms.

A darling dame whose sensual smiles rock my ribs.
She tames my heart and head …with her tender tease.
Her fine face and figure takes me to a sensual space;
She has got a pleasant picture that old age can never deface.

She is the smile I need to make me go the extra mile;
the unsinkable ship that can sail me safely on the Nile.
She is my hope  whenever it seems my life is wearing away
She is a home-maker with a radiant role to perfectly play.

She is an immortal image, a perfect painting…an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is a passionate poet, with terrific theme, thrust and tone.
She has got rhymes and rhapsodies that thrill me on my throne!

She is a dazzling damsel: a sweet angel sent from above.
She is the reason I am singing this song of life and love.
She is a trailblazing tale, only a wise man can truly tell;
She is that flawless flower for whom I finally fell!

She is my sun at noon and the shining star in my sky at night.
She is in every picture I see, whenever I look left and right.
She is a sweet story without end because words are not enough...
cool, calm and careful but sometimes she appears to be tough.

She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is lovely, lively and laudable; faithful and full of fun.
She is every thing I need to know, … ‘Is she the one?’

(c) Adeleke Adeite


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Confused

Confused

If there were thing's I couldn't understand,you was one of them.
Going back and forth with one another,like the wind and does in the howls 
of winter.You'd follow me to escape your own reality,only not knowing your shattering mine.You tell me to be me there was a time when I was me and you couldn't stand it like it was looking into the eye's of a demon.How should I respond? Running away only brings more then I can offer.
Now I'm drifting and everything left me,I'll suffer the venom of past and the reoccurring pains.
From the tell's of literature to the mounts of the great wars have I been able to tell just from their looks what they thought that very moment but as I look into your eye's does it not only confuse me it refuses to tell me the truth,why am I looking into my own eyes?
Let me touch your face.Let me look into your eye's.Let me see the truth which is clouded and locked away.Let me see your feelings fall from your eye's.
Burned. Chain. Shackled. Scared. Tortured. Entangled with lies.and yet harbors no hate toward anyone then yourself.How much do you loathe yourself? To the point your a sacrificial  offering of your own whim's?
As I search for the truth,I see the many heartbreaks and the lies been told to help but nothing prevails. Yet you look at me looking for the same thing.
We're both confused? We're both in agony? We're the same? 
This isn't right.This is a lie.I don't wish to see anymore.
I won't lose to this,nor bow down and be your toy.Yet when I'm close to you,it never cold.
Hold my hand as I fight with myself. Never mind hold me closer until neither of us is cold.Don't lie to me with those pleading eye's,that are like dark's as coal and beautiful as an onyx.
Let's be ourselves.Let's shut ourselves away from this world.Let's search for our own truth.But if there only fear in your mouth,then there's lies.I shall grab your heart and I will hold it like it was the last gem on earth.So scream,hate,and be gently.
I'm confused.Your confused.I will listen,if you will talk.
Have you ever heard these words before? I never have but I will say them to you,you who has the same pleading eye's as me.When we're so much alike yet so different to the point it confusing.


Details | Free verse | |

God Bless The Garbage Man

Though this is written like a poem it is
more of a thank you letter.

God answers prayers in so many ways
he brings us people to help keep the faith
he gave to me a sweet, sweet man
who helped me truly understand
when i was low and ready to give up
see i was broke 
Without a job, no money, no food, no gas in the car
My husband needed to go and find work
To help his family stay a float
We saw the garbage man outside
We feared he'd come to take our garbage can
So we rushed out side to ask him not too
He said he wasn't there too
He just came to empty our can
'Cause the regular garbage man had passed us up
Now here is were God steps in
My husband and the garbage man talk outside for quit awhile
Tears fill my heart when I think of what comes next
My husband leaves and comes right back
He tells me that the garbage man has put $23 of gas in our van
My heart must of skipped a beat, I could not believe his generosity
Though it does not stop there
Apparently the garbage man has also given us $40 in cash
His only wish is was that it was not spent on cigarettes or booze 
This money was for my family to get food
So often we forget how God lends a helping hand
God does not promise to make us rich, or grant us all we wish
He simply says just ask of me and all you NEED will be given to thee

Today I send out a special prayer, "God, Please bless The Garbage Man that 
gave my family a helping hand. Amen"


Details | I do not know? | |

Battle of the two Giants

High noon announced the duel of the giants

Poetry and Hip Hop gunslinging the date was set

One accused the other of raping the verbal world

As poetry sighted the words of Poe, hip hop did hurl

"Cant you rock these lame %$# words in slow

That dumb %&# Raven needs to be defeathered bro"

Poetry stood back and shook his hands down low

Reaching for his quilt using hip hop as ink he wrote

"The sound of silence is gold when you release your soul,

I need to feel the heartbeat of man so go!"

Hip hop now breakdancing on the floor

Laughed at this poor attempt to show poetrys gold

"You call that soul? I see it as a blind man,

Using fancy words to hide your fears so grand"

As poetry began to write another line

12:00 o clock came up as the sun did shine

Both stood back to back drawing their weapons

As the countdown to the duel approached like a new son

3 steps forward both rhymers turned about face

Two bangs later the smoke cleared both were embraced

The two giants knelt to ground their hearts did bleed

This time not of words but of blood so clean

At the same time both died as they killed each other

Why not write about how we are killing one another

Black vs White, hip hop vs poetry

Same old siht but this time its affecting me


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

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 | Prose Poetry | |

Gertrude -- Gertie -- Gertrude Stein

-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude.What Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what
thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse?Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then in Godiva seated. Looming.Enormous.
Looming enormous.Unsinister presence. Certain presence.Definite.Definitely not sinister.  Positively looming;enormous in brown.Brown,in brown corduroy,driving Paris.
In Paris,through Paris.Looming high in Paris in Godiva.With Alice, quiet beside her.
Quiet; always, Alice.Alice always. And zipping, about -- coming to Rue de Fleurus 27.
Zipping to Rue de Fleurus.To 27. And Alice so able.Able Alice, each a.m. transcribing.Able Alice typing.Automatic Gertrude.Typing Gertrude.Great Gertrude.GeniusGertrude.Talking Gertrude.Genius talking.Great brown Gertrude;Gertie to Alice.
Absorbing, talking, buying art --- buying Matisse.Absorbing Matisse.Showing Matisse.Banishing Matisse.Selling Matisse,collecting Picasso.Great Gertrude -- genius Gertrude at court, holding court at Rue de Fleurus 27.And Leo.Gone Leo.No Leo at Rue de
Fleurus.Not at 27 After Leo, after Mr. Stein, after brother Leo.But there was Alice.Alice
was there Among Braques.And Cezanne.(Not Matisse.)No longer Matisse, but Picasso.And Picassos, Picassos, Picassos!And Alice; alongside, was Alice.Next to, was Alice.Alice
next Gertrude,Gertie, G. --- Gertrude, Miss Stein. Genius Gertrude Stein Quiet Alice
always.And a great Gertrude.A great brown Gertrude.A leviathan. A passing ship; a
great leviathan.Gertie, a genius.A hugeness.A shibboleth.But to Alice, just Gertie.


Details | Haiku | |

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Heaven's Ghetto::::::::::::


slip n' slide white moon space cadets glide in the shine illustrious orb
~JSLaM


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 | Ballad | |

DANCE DANCE

I have been running to the meadows..
I tried to chase the rear shadows...
Wanting to valiantly join the show..
Magnifying beauty in a dance flow..

Melancholic is the chosen first beat..
I sway my body following my feet..
I stand; crawl and sometimes sit..
Unaware of the beginning felt heat..

When finish, all seem to marvel..
Awed and entertained applause fell..
Suddenly, there's the ringing of a bell..
Symbolizing start of another music roaring well..

Dancing dancing...
hands holding..
hips swinging..
arms bending..

dance...
dance..
dance..

by: olive_eloi
5:01pm
11/12/2013
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Details | Free verse | |

To The Beat of Jazz Poetry

From bebop, swing to hip-hops thing
True poets had it best
For there is a rhythm in the soul, 
Which they all just had to express

Some could not control
This powerful thing 
 Was so often put to the test

It began to dawn coming on strong
Within the birth of a thing 
Called the Harlem Renaissance 

That jazz, that poetic-jazz, of intense birth 
Possessing syncopated rhythms 
And chronic expression of surreal tunes 

That perfected blend of jazz-poetry 
Developed into what it is today. 
Thanks to poets like Carl Dunbar and Langston Hughes 

That jazz, that jazz, that wonderful poetic-jazz
Being bred of pride, lyrical form and grace
Transcended cultural barriers 
Readily accepted in the 1950’s by the humane race 

Therefore, the mantra had begun to be 
So freely expressed within poetic lyrics 
To syncopated beats moving on through the 60’s and 70’s
By way of beat poets like Amiri Baraka

Returning strong throughout the 70’s and 80’s 
Thanks to artist like Gil Scott-Heron
Oh, snap he was one of the founding fathers 
Of spoken word poetry known to youngsters 

Borne to free-styling or hitting the beats 
On stage or in the streets
Yes, you’ve guessed it, most def its rap
 
Re-educating the poet in me, thanks to that thing 
In which made many a heart sing 
As these icons did their thing

Starting with something called modern day jazz-poetry…
Born during the Harlem renaissance and still going strong


Comments: I hope that you have enjoyed this free verse
tribute to some of the greatest modern day
founders of what is known as Jazz-Poetry.



Details | Shape | |

O h i o

*OHIO*     O     O     OHIO     *OHIO*
 H     H      H     H         !         H     H
 I      I       I---- I         !          I      I
*OHIO*    O     O      OHIO    *OHIO*


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Everyday

Everyday

I am trapped in a dimension
Where only repetition exists,
That reoccurs the colour theme of black. 

But the windows are very visible from the doom,
Delineating bright sunlight and pavement colour of the moon. 
Best of all, I can see the birds flapping their mighty wings.

I unfold my arms with barely any strength, 
And reach for them, 
Hoping to become one of them.
Again.

Every night and morning when the outside of the windows,
Is beautifully shaded with calming grey that mellows.

And when it is painted in soft blended colour of thick orange and light yellow,
Birds fly between South and North through the colour of fallow. 

I can tell very easily without effort, 
Each of them holds great stories
Because I was like them once, 
Who also held great stories. 

Yes, I was one of those birds, 
With pride and strength, 
That glided through the treasure sites, 
And enjoyed when the warm breeze kissed my cheeks
Over golden sparkling oceans.

But now my wings are broken,
Memories and valuables torn apart in ashes,
In to pieces that cannot be glued back. 

So I always whisper to myself,
With solemn remorse,
I sure do miss those days. 


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 .


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The Puzzle

Tonight I look, But can not find
All I need are 6 letters
And they are running through my mind

These 6 letters are a name in my heart
Who letters embed my paper with art

My mind is quicker than my words
It knows what my tongue may not
I may not be the best at this
Because I have never been taught

But these 6 letters are on their way
Starts with a "B" ends in an "A"

Maybe the rest will come to
Hoping that "I" belongs with "U"
Speaking of "I" that is letter three
Maybe you will, belong to me

Three down, three to go
What letters remain?
Only my heart may know

Of the three I need two four and five
And this name has made me feel so alive

If you can become mine
It will fix every scar
Speaking of which
The second is "R"

This darkness is becoming day
And gets clearer,
As I find out the fourth is "A"

So now with only one letter left to show
I hope this is a memorable way of letting you know
That you have brought me joy
And I hope this is not a heartfelt ploy

As I finish drawing ink out of my pen
My heart tells me the fifth is "N"
So now that your name is told
I sit here and wait for the pieces to unfold

So with this name
I smile and say
I am growing to like you
In every way


Details | I do not know? | |

Destiny

What is my destiny to be? 
What is the ultimate choice for me? 
Would i walk with all certainties? 
Or would i be lost for all eternity? 

Ohhh Hold my hand and show me the way, 
Cradle my heart and tell me it's gonna be okay, 
Guide me along, both night and day, 
Tell me, i gotta listen to what you say. 

Tell me, i'd meet victory right at the end, 
Tell me, my heart i could really mend, 
Tell me, there is always a helping hand, 
To guide me through and take my stand. 

Upon all fate and destiny, 
could this really be reality, 
or is this merely fantasy, 
of a soul filled with misery? 

This could really be a journey, 
on a path to fulfill a fated destiny, 
Ohh i'll tell what i really forsee, 
A wonderful end it shall be. 

So i'll let fate drive me through, 
and I'll let destiny choose it's course, 
Ohh dear heart i am trusting you, 
Guide me through the trembling wars. 

All i shall say is you got to believe, 
And you got to have the trust, 
remember God and you'll find relieve, 
and all your problems will turn to dust. 


Details | Sestina | |

"Reflections of the Season's Tomorrows"

Reflections of the Season’s Tomorrows

Wondering how long before tomorrow.
Watching the door every time someone passed.
Trembling hands reached out for a moments joy. 
Her rosy cheeks and eyes were now faded.
Weeping, sitting in her room, she looked around.
Her aged heart had been for children waiting.

Ever since they left, she had been waiting.  
Promising, they said, “We’ll come tomorrow.”  
Reflections of the seasons shone around.  
But in her heart lived pain as each day passed.  
Her memories and delights, now, somehow faded.  
As youngsters they had been her only joy.  

Too much time gone; she could not feel their joy.  
So many of her days spent hoping, waiting. 
Her utmost fear was that their love had faded. 
She thought that there would not be a tomorrow. 
The sparkles in her eyes had all but passed.  
She spent each lonesome day dazed, looking around. 

Suddenly, they were there, children all around!
For the first time in years, she regained her joy –
One by one, she hugged them; loving glimpses passed.  
The time had come for which she had been waiting.  
Her dream arrived; at last it was tomorrow.  
Pain that she had felt forgivingly faded. 

Thankfully, love for them had not faded.  
Her gleaming eyes sent adoration around.  
All thanked God above for this new tomorrow.  
Grandchildren bounced balloons squealing with joy.  
It happened on a day she wasn’t waiting.  
One by one, the children kissed her as they passed.  

Each caring look joined reality; time passed.  
Her fragile squeeze showed them love had not faded 
Although she had been tirelessly waiting, 
There is happiness with family around. 
She knew, for the first time in some years, joy!  
Reflected gleams sparkled on her tomorrow.  

Too fast, the moments passed; holiday lights faded
There was no more waiting; loved ones came around.
Love redeemed joy, each today and tomorrow.



©  November 19, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen 



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Heart in Two Worlds

Who will be the voice in the wilderness?
Have all the prophets disapeared?
Are miracles a thing of the past?
Are we doomed to walk this life alone?

I reach to the sky.
Scream out my prayer.
Warmth envelopes my body.
I feel His heavenly hug.
My loneliness flys away.
Doubt has no more room.
My heart is filled to overflowing.
Tears run down my cheeks.
These are not of sadness but of joy.

Where will His Love Take me?
Am I willing to go?
What will I be required to sacrifice?

I stubbornly hold on to the remnants of my life.
The things that never brought me joy.
I wish to do God's will and yet my heart straddles two worlds.
If this is my sin I am thankful His blood washes it away.


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life

Life is worth it
When I live for you
It’s how I know that this is love proven true
But there you fly now in the sky
Showing me that differences and flaws
Is coexistence in each other
Celebrate them don’t use them as a weakness
Because in doing that you show weakness in yourself
Show some respect to them 
For they are to be cared for 
Then why is it no one ever does
Do they not see the pain? 
With every dying cuss 
So let the pain engulf me 
Teach my eyes to see
Let a fallen angel come to curse me
Let my cuts come to bleed 
Evil engulfing my broken heart yet falling deep in love 
When everything turns to turmoil 
I turn to my angel from above 
Let my heart come to boil
In the ashes of my innocence 
Letting myself go until I fully reach out to fellow brethren s 
Praying with no feeling I can feel myself slip away
I’m falling yet falling apart 
 Without the slightest of delays 
Birth was a mistake and yet I cannot come to die
Was it true that I am meant to live?  
A man who only knows to cry 
I cannot give
The light has forsaken my cold and darkened heart
For who am I to live 
Cold and fruitless moon why have you forsaken me
Does it bring you joy to see that you are breaking me
Listen to the cold and broken winds 
Nothing can ever beat it
Nor can I defend


Details | I do not know? | |

As a lamb

As a lamb going for rather cutting, 
She was dragging him with a chain, 
Bitter than a gall and deeply suffering, 
His soul was lying in a groove pain. 

He - being patient in silence and deeply sad, 
She - with a yoke, comprising his empty soul, 
He – accusing the pain in his body and head, 

She – discovering that for him it was only a role. 

But he didn` t want, his prejudice could not agree 
To see the failure of his house as a loneliness` tree 
And he couldn`t become again that young man free, 
Though, with money, he couldn`t buy his soul serenity, 
The dreams and the life from his heart eternity, 

And… he couldn`t save… his freedom dignity. 

As a lamb going for rather cutting than living, 
He - day by day was feeling as a loneliness` being, 
But his partner was not observing his heart empting, 
Being blinded by possessions, fortune achieving, 
And, selfish, with obstinacy, his life was dragging, 

And finally…. he couldn`t live anymore without dreaming. 

As some lambs going for only cutting, 
So many ephemera couples live together, 
A painful life and their feelings` fighting, 
Though fate didn`t ask to be as one for ever. 

But they have money, fortune and power – increasingly, 
Lies, compromises, pains and sorrows - eternally.


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Being Depressed Is My Way of Living

If it’s that easy to lose you… then go
People always leave, trust no one even yourself
I love myself for losing you
You can’t deny the fatal truth.. I don’t love you
I’ll never regret the decision to lose you
My soul won’t rest until I forget you
The longer I live the lesser my heart beats for you
You’ve decided to leave me, I’ve decided to hate you
People pretend to love you, turn your back
They wish you to disappear
In my life I trust no one, cause this life is based on lying
I never thought that I would cry when you leave
My heart was strong when you were around
But since you left it weakens by the moment
You made my world rain with sadness
What’s the meaning of friendship if eventually they’ll leave?
I live in a world full of sadness, so why should I be happy??
I’d wish to die than seeing you leaving
I’d wish to die than living like this
I wish to be hopeless, cause I suffer when I hope that you’ll come back
I’d wish to be blind than seeing you leaving 
I’d wish to be deaf than hearing you cry
I wish I had no tongue to taste the bitterness of loneliness
My middle name is misery 
My first name is hopeless
My last name is treachery
I thought it was a dream come true meeting you
But no it’s not a dream, it’s my personal hell
My blood is cold, my heart is stone 
My veins are crumpled, my soul is crushed 
My life is gone with you
I can’t eat, I can’t drink
I can’t see, I can’t hear 
I can’t talk, I can’t walk
I can’t live my miserable life
I see another girl, I feel nothing for her
Where are my feelings? They’re gone with you
I’m just like a rolling stone
You were my twilight, now darkness followed your absence
And everything is dark
I'm lost, I can’t find my way
I'm lost in this place, and this place is my life
Just save me from my misery 
Just let me fade away
My breath is taken
And my heart stopped beating
My heart is cut in splits
No wonder why its so cold
Cause your still here
I'm running out of choices 
I'm running out of clues 
There’s nothing I can do to make this go away
You are like a scar in my heart, that’s tearing me apart


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Friends

They help us,
When we are down.
They make us stand up,
And go on...

They make us smile,
They bring us hope,
They give us comprehension,
Worth to trust...

They give us a reason,
They make us forget our darkness,
They enlighten us in harsh moments...

They are designated for our lives,
They profile our living,
They bring us to life...


Details | I do not know? | |

The struggle within

The Struggle Within
A lonely heart sits and waits
Seconds tick and time abates
Each day passes in s blink
All i do is sit and think
Of all the things i could have done
Away from life i tried to run
Knowing there is sunshine around the bend
Waiting for my soul to mend
Never giving up the hope
Fighting against the slippery slope
My footing stumbles
The mountain crumbles
Trying to knock me down
Each step i take toward the top
Something my path does block
Struggling to push on
Knowing that my heart is strong
I see the light up ahead
Less struggle to get out of bed
Faith around the corner lies
A new tomorrow, brighter skies
The goal i seek is now insight
Push the sadness from my mind
Dropping now the ties that bind
My heart is lighter
Inside my soul sparks a fire
Leaving behind the words of a liar
My life is my own
I’ve fought long and hard
Finally time for my journey to start


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Overheard - A Heavenly Conversation - Part 2

Well, Father, he is a bit like ; Like Thomas, Yet he’s not even sure of his Doubt
For more than once, he’s called us out, but in his rage, the benefit of his Doubt
His Heart longs to know, how long SHE will Glow, if he must walk the road “Below”
To his Eternal World of Pain, hate, Sorrow, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow; he will go
His Heart is here, with US, his LOVE is True and Just , the doubt in his Heart, shall Die
His LOVE is real, for still he calls to YOU , Through ME His LOVE Eternal his Wife LENORE
                      Lives with us, She too is Lonely for his LOVE

                                        To be Continued


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Finis

'an empty verse' and empty hands ~understand~ The glass in hand can drown out ten- thousand and ten; Hearts, ~emptiness~ ' ' looking for ? a f l o w e r '' '' ' ' ' " " , ', ', (Oh, Holy Nights) on bend-ed knee enlightened to see, Ten Drops from the Glass < << < << < << < I ponder great love and then I let it go (Boomerang) Hands, (the) Masters Hand * * * * * * * * * A parade o'er ParodieS "'atop'" "the Table" Inspired by a reply to comment: 3/6/2012 ~ "Slowly Ascending The Steps Unto Once Upon A Times Familar Front Door~ Seems As Though But Yesterday When It's Newness Held Such Vibrancy, Colours & Laughter~ Love Filled The Hallways Leading Into Many Different Rooms; Some Were Hidden~ A Vacancy Sign Now Posted Upon The Curtainless Window; Inside My Heart~ Sppring Melting These The Last Winters Remnants Of Snow Left Amid The Blizzard~ Winds Whispering Through The Trees; Flowers Bending In This Their Wake~ With A Single Rose Sitting Atop An Empty Table Beyond The Glass, Aside A Note~ Time, Beckoning From The Street; Leaving A Bottle Of Champagne At The Threshold~ Wrapped With A Red Bow And Turning To Make My Way; Beyound The Rainbows." Love John!:)


Details | I do not know? | |

i'll never

My heart weighs heavy with out you here. I try to hide it, but pain is all I 
feel, and the loneliness breaks in. With every tear I'm so alone with out
you here. I wish this pain I didn't have to feel. My heart will never heal, 
cause my life they had to steal. All the happiness I use to feel they 
robbed from me. They stole my life, then laughed at me. They took my 
dreams and threw them away. Everyday I feel more of you slip away.
I'll never get back the life they took away. I'll never have your smile to 
bring me cheer. I'll never have your laughter to hear, never have you right 
here, never gaze upon your beautiful face, never hold your hand as we 
walk some place, never hold you in my arms, kiss your tears away. Never
watch you sit an play. Never smile when I see you run up and say mom I 
love you, I missed you so much while I was at school today. Never listen 
to you sing and play. Never listen to every word you say. Never watch you 
grow up and move away. Never sing with you like we did that day. Never
watch you dance while the music played. Never watch you sleep while 
you dream away.


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"MYRA MY BEAUTIFUL AND SEXY WIFE!!!"

Myra my beautiful and sexy wife
You're a very special part of my life
And you mean all of the world to me
To my heart you have the master key
And I want to world to see
7 long years we been together that's how much we love each other so
And our love just continues to grow
I hope together we'll have alot more
I never dream of having a love like this before
Just want to say that I'll always love you
And in my heart this is true.


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Dripping Pages

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Haiku | |

Life

Black canvas, curved space
Yellow sun of evolved grace
Living strokes of light


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

to possess a servant's heart

we've all been given a life be it short or long 
and we're all here because to Father God we do belong
we all have a purpose for being, a task and or a job
and we're all here to serve each other and to serve the Lord God

but our service to each other has an affect in part
for to be a true servant you must possess a servant's heart
to be willing to step out on faith and endure hard times
to be willing to make any sacrifice with God foremost on your mind
as it's not about your title, your position or even your task
it's about having the heart to do any and all that God does ask
even if it means leaving your family and your friends
even if it means giving your life in the end

to sacrifice, to serve and to acquiesce
to do whatever God desires and in turn to be blessed
to be like Jesus the Christ who possessed the heart of a true servant
to have been beaten and crucified in a manner most undeserving
to have stayed the spiritual course and never to walk away
to stand on the promises of God even knowing that He'd be betrayed

to be humble, to be patient and possess a positive attitude
uplifting, unselfish and definitely not rude
to understand that we're all a part of God's master plans
to be steadfast in your commitment while hold to God's unchanging hands
to teach, to preach and to reach out to one another
to be a positive influence and not a hindrance to your brother
to possess a servant's heart you must give unconditionally
to be like the Savior Jesus the Christ who died for you and for me


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Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


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 | 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



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A Key For My Heart

You have the key that opens my heart,
It was locked deep within not to depart.

I gave this key for you to look and see;
Your choice was to open it and set me free.

With this key you will be able see,
We have a special place you and me.

Your heart and my heart in our nest,
Makes what we have the very best.

Wherever I go you are always with me,
From nightly dreams to the mighty sea.

Every morning when I awake,
I look to your eyes for a keepsake.

My love for you is forever true,
I just want to say "I Love You"

Edward J Ebbs - Summer 2008


Details | Rhyme | |

God, I Need Your Forgiveness


God, I Need Your Forgiveness! God, I need your forgiveness, for things I’ve done! I need to be washed through the blood of your son! Please take away the heartache and pain! Help me to trust you, when I call on your name! May t take each day to really get to know you! And just take the time to say that I LOVE YOU! May my heart be humbled and broken within! And daily trust Jesus as my savior and friend! I’ll always need someone that I can lean on to! I don’t know what I’d do, if I didn’t have you! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Acrostic | |

Thanksgiving

T houghtfully open heart in thankfulness
H onoring God for graciousness, unlimited access

A nd remeber all things in appreciativeness
N ot forgetting air we breath, blue sky we have in excess

K nights and princesses; children of the Living God
S ing a joyful song praising Him don't put on grand facade

G ive of yourself in thanks and rejoice in His love
I nvite the Holy Spirit to dwell within your heart dove

V ictory can be yours each step of the way my friend
I f time in God's presence in praise and worship daily spend

N ow is the time in His presence and purpose to remain
G ratitude said for all of life's pleasures even life's pain.


S tillness and quiet each day spend time thank God for each and everyone

This is a combination Acrostic and couplets..
My understanding that Acrostics do not rhyme but mine is actually couplets written in poulter's measure..A person who sold eggs would sometimes give a dozen eggs for a price and sometimes if the hens were laying extra good a person would get 14 eggs of the same price..Lucky them..So 12/14 in rhyming couplets..

Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Count Your Blessings
Date Written: Monday, November 19, 2012

Finis


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Please Don't Asked For My Decision On Anything

Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
The difference between, the Concord or a Jet Plane
The Republican or the Democrats, 
White lies or some faker boldfaces fibbers 
 The donkey audible or the gold $$$ signs
Each of them has his or hers agenda to threaten small businesses
Like our MA & Pa's Country Stores
What is next to give city contract to street whores?


You stole from poor and you gave to the rich
how unfortunate:
investing billions of dollars into useless political funds 
let wait and see which canidiate is going to get the job done

To send a man to the moon is costly 
taking care of a homeless shelter is leisure: and tax deductible
However, giving millions dollars companies a hefty tax break:
                                                                       not so sensible. 


Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
How is the weather outside, it is raining? Sunny or simply gloomy
Because I guarantee one day someone is going to sue me.
Either for libel or slander

 Or just for being a party pooper: Like our famous America future 
Sarah P
Please don’t anybody ask me to decide anything.
 because my views on world politics is shilly-shally.


Details | Haiku | |

Alarm cat

                              


matty meows with
  a rooster at  6 a.m.
       but, no snooze button


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