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Details | Narrative | |

The Clouds

"THERE HE WAS HOLDING HIS HAND OUT"

=voice=
God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"Gods voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! 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 earth. Your love and devotion are 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 ran 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 and tribulations. We could not speak, it was my light that kept you from going weak.

=voice=
God, are you a dream of beauty? The holy book.
My preacher spoke of the afterlife, calling it paradise. 
I remember now, I felt this company once before, this light.
Many times, I forsake the light and still you never left my door.
I felt it on the day I was born, 
the day I became baptized in your holy name. 
I felt this light before, can you explain it once more? 
Lord pleases clarify the day I fell down to my knees, accepted Jesus as my savior? 
On that day, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my  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.

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

"Gods voice"
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself,  
I always answered even when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your soul's disguises.

=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-- 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

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

=voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father
Can I see My Daughter, Mothers, Sisters, family, and friends?

<3

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

Details | Romanticism | |

ONLY EVER WITH YOU

O N L Y E V E R W I T H Y O U Only ever with you, I love to have and hold into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold; into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold; only ever with you, I yearn to grow old... Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush Only ever with you my being wants to attach as first step already taken to our primrose path Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point Stars and moon may leave the dark skies yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes day and night, I see the rising sunrise. Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity. Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity. Mindless to whatever is there in humanity Only ever with you... _______________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- February 27, 2015 ©O. E. Guillermo 5:32 pm, February 26, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

Lonely Dreams

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

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

I THINK THEREFORE I AM

I THINK THEREFORE I AM "An ounce of hypocrisy is worth a pound of ambition" --Michael Korda Liberty... This everyone's want-- stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery I got mites and bugs living in my head-- infesting my mind. They... daring a chance to worm my guts and electrify my peace. They adulterate seeking ways to emerge from claws of doubts to grains of trust. My veil of grace they bite and bite devouring me 'til I set to pursue my act. Should I repulse... then spread my wings to fly? or should I be a little puppet-- controlled, slave to strings attached to me? or I'd rather choose a mask-- my gamble to earn sympathy or popularity; my weapon sheltering my luck; my fall or my win? Cogito ergo sum. I think, therefore I am. The mites and bugs in my skull blown from shocks infused by my firing drive. My cavalry of Modesty, brave to rise face the furnace of battlegrounds. Insincerity. Malingering. Pretension are artillaries luring hypocrisy but love, honesty and bravery: the bombs I defy to conquer the trades. If God is with me, who can be against me? Standing like a Molave rooted evergreen, ever strong. My face bulletproof to those who I believe wrong. A standing soldier ready to offer her life to fraud and tyranny. I refuse to be fed on standing lies. The harpoons of verity, I battling dart, raining towards the barbaric boxes as they... They are my lioness roar, my freedom and my soar piercing the pumping heart of those who eat innocence, I... dauntless! _________________________________________________ ** I think therefore I am is said by Rene Descartes Romans 8:31-- If God is with us, who can be against us? O. E. Guillermo 10:43 pm, April 18, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The Ladybug's Whisper

And the ladybug placed a caressing whisper into dragonfly’s ear,
“I want to fly again. I crave to flap my tiny wings towards sunset’s crux. 
I want to breathe again. I want to be held like winds within canyon’s dialect.”

“But, first, I just need to scream.”

…

Let me be your breeze.

In
One
Fell
Swoop

…

The power to swim!
The power to grin!
The desire to never, ever fall again!

Let us embrace conundrum’s waterfall to be its resolution!
Let us allow joy to be our bedtime lullabies!
Let us let love IN without full moon’s dependency!

Ride on this impeccable jet stream towards animosity’s downfall!

Look in the face of your beautiful enemies
Daring it to stand above pedestal’s fallacy
Let your radiance be their final intimacy!

Take incipient steps,
Upon mended asphalt wishes

Let them tremble at the sight of your beautifully embattled smile
Knowing they will never reciprocate

Where desert winds kneel in our reflections
For we are an oasis
Forged of blood diamonds; sacrificial memories

Breezes become gusts
Gusts become worshipped exhales

All that I am!
All that you are!
All that they hope to be!

Our Yin & Yang
Will release proverbial boomerangs
Breaking vicious circles upon this genesis

We sway above greener pastures.

Gusts become breezes.

One
Fell
Swoop

Breaking enigmatic mirrors to see your true colors
With a scream to paint your new canvas

…

The time is now,
Let your two feet become one.

Rise, my ladybug!
Rise

Say goodbye
To detrimental trials

And caress newfound trust
Within a gentle

S				E
       M		 L
                 I

©Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

POVERTY DEFINES TRUE WEALTH

written 25th Oct 2013


I don't know if human's will ever see
 every soul born, is right where it's meant to be
For the rich to become the richest
 there has to be a place for the poorest

The entire world is built up from the same level of dirt
 each soul is born without knowledge to cause hurt
Humanity teaches us what a human's life is worth, by money and glory
 I am to believe "all lives are priceless, every soul fit's to tell Earth's story

The luckiest to be born, is that of a poor man
 he learn's the treasures, of "everything he can
Those born into all riches, have no true understanding of "richness
 seeing us not as human's, but those living in poverty "as an illness

Love start's from the soul, and from there, it is taught to grow
 the rich find another kind of love, one only brought with dough
Love, trust, compassion and grace, defining the difference in richest and wealth
 t'is the beggar off the street, who climbs the toughest road to earn his wealth 

He is the most blessed man, he is rewarded with the most valuable key
 for his wealth, is humanly "uncountable, for only God know's the value of he...


Award winning this poem made it to the top 100 in 2015 enjoy and leave me a smile to know that you were here. 

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Language Barrier

I couldn’t understand the language she spoke,

at least not all of it,

but the emotion pouring past her lips, 

the tears in her eyes, her clenched and shaking fists

enunciated more clearly,

than any piece of English Poetry I had ever read,

and grabbed me, held me still.

                   …In that moment, her soul was in my arms.

In that finite, tender breath of our lives,

she was my mother, my best friend…

but I could not console her. 

I didn’t have the words;

and my heart sank into the 

concrete between us,

wet with the pain of God’s rain

and her tears. 

                  …Were my tears

So, I simply opened my palms

toward her crouched form and 

spoke the only words I could 

fathom, that would be accepted

by a stranger on a dangerous street. 

"I am sorry, It will be okay. God will bless you."

I knew she did not understand…

"Lo siento" 

                  “que va a estar bien”    

                            “Dios te bendecira’ “ 

the words were as messy as the overturned

duffle bag at her feet…and fumbled, slowly

from my lips, as my knees hit the street.

Two strangers, cried in the rain,

knowing nothing of each other’s suffering,

and yet we shared the weight,

together, for those few moments;

the barrier of language was broken.

Love spoke for us.  

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

…Love transcends any language

               

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Letter

"Dear Time"
Thank you for being patient, 
Thank you for understanding I'm human, after all.
Forgive me for all the mischievous prank calls. 
Much of what I said and done, was out of fun.
Now, I sit on this rocking chair getting old.
Reminiscing over the beauty and honor it has been 
   Passing this land we call "EARTH."
Reminiscing over the beauty and honor, ----- REMINISCING!
Sorry, if I repeat the same beat a thousand times....
You see, I sit here every day thinking this world is mine....
Trying to remember, who I AM.
Every moment there has ever been or ever will be, 
Is taking a toll on every single feeling and memory.
Time, Yes------------------ TIME!
The wrinkles on my face will never describe 
how many birthdays I celebrate.
The wrinkles on my face 
Tell stories reminding my readers,
 Where I've been and come from
How consistent, and fortunate I've been, 
Babbling about my past, present, and future; 
The only advantage of the word "TIME."
-- It helps fade hurting moments away--
You see, time is the essence of memories.
 
Dear Time,
"Growing from young to old, was not as easy as it sounds."
Please be patient with_____ Wait! I said that already....
Thank you for understanding what I’m going through.
Please listen, be patient with what's burning deep down inside.
It's almost dinner time -- once again, I mention the word "TIME!"
I'm not hungry, food just isn't the same when fed through a straw.
Besides, have you seen the garments ''they'' make me wear?
Never thought I'd live to see myself in old-fashioned nightgowns
Time keeps adding silver to what used to be pretty brownish red hair
Time what have you done to me?
Please excuse if I can't work a remote or function the TV properly.
What has happened to simple technology, 
   When everything came with "ON and OFF" buttons.
Time understand what I go through, my legs never felt this tired 
I can't seem to keep myself on the same path, 
I lose track of time when navigating my toes

Dear Time, 
Take my hand, lead the way and understand I can't see more
Time,  allow the joy to take its time when my end is near.
Thank you, Time, for all the loving moments we shared
Thank you, Time and please be kind and end my life with love.
End my life with love-----
End my life with love-----
Wait..... I said that already....

Dear Time, 
Thanks for having patience.

Sincerely Yours 
The Little Old Lady Across the Street

by: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

DREAMS OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY

DREAMS OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY Leaves falling during autumns years they bless my ribbon memories of how it was childhood shadows brown like withered grass for now am old and soon shall breathe my last.. I sit quiet to travel on bygone days, on the streets before, I have ropes to play blend of dolls and bubbles also made me gay but the child in me still yearns to pass these ways. From curves of mountains to nations across the sea, to journey more, I ask God to direct where I'll be... I passed a plant its leaves swaying with the breeze, years fold, the same plant is now a fruit-bearing tree. I view the puffy-feathered skies and its blue, I smile each breaking dawn for it's silvery new. I tackle each task fast and through but before I knew, hours gone and done, I finished some-- I missed a few. When evenings globes of wordless speech shine allowing me to run, run into garden of dreams, of childhood once supreme but they shoot away in flutter flash on life's fluctuating stream. I hugged my knees to stop my tears a while remembering decades when my body is still a child. I keep the tears to my chest as I go by, if only, good times replay... I want them again. Each bulging grin that rise unto east horizon, Each satellite, modelling slow on her turning points in stellar of green, and her clouds of powder white, I quench my thirst drinking the beaming tides. Down earth, I linger to verdure adorned of rosy blush even from the arch where the gentle winds is seen to dwarf liquid curls that roll near the shore, I dreamt yesterday and still am dreaming today... Twenty years ago, blooms and fruits hang on vines so fragrant, so fragrant were those days of mine Now no more; their traces I could not find; Today, I need to make more golden memories etched to time as later, I'll be leaving them behind And if someday, one wanders in my lifes forest despite blowing winds and thunderstorms, like the tiny plant, may I be that fruit-bearing tree. ___________________________________________________________ Open Poetry Contest - Poetry Contest Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot ~~~3rd place~~~ OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO 9:15 pm, July 11, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Well of Souls

How many souls live on the edge,
Between the gutter and the ledge?

A hopeless fear crawls in their gut,
Each day, another endless rut.

The moments pass profoundly slow
Sad, bitter winds are all that blow.

A man lay huddled near the bin
Hoping death will take him in.

Frozen tears, on wrinkled cheeks
Frostbitten ears, and shoes that leak.

His mind forgets the games of tag,
Old Crockett's hill, where down they'd slide.

A summer rain, the puddles deep
Out catchin' toads, to tame and keep.

His life began with dimpled cheeks,
Red tousled hair, and hide 'n seek.

A tough old Dad who tricked and teased
A pretty Mom who smiled with ease.

They had a farm with fields of hay
A few old hogs, and bills to pay.

One summer day, the sky turned black.
A howling wind brought down their shack.

Dad sold the hogs, and cut the hay.
The farm was lost, we drove away.

The next two years were grim and lean.
Dad broke his back, to feed us beans.

When winter came our food ran out.
We found old Dad hung by a rope.

Without poor Dad, no food or fire;
Mom took my hand, the day was dire.

The Sister's face looked mean and sour.
I thought of Mom most every hour.

They scrubbed my back until it bled.
cut off my hair, then I got fed.

'Twas many years before I left,
My Mom had died a tragic death.

Now all alone, I lived and slept.
I begged for food, and sometimes wept.

A life of days and endless woe,
Now time is dead, and death too slow.

As you walk by those 'homeless freaks'
Remember me, with dimpled cheeks.




Copyright © Kimberly Shaw | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS

TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS Have I met trouble when I met your ocean eyes for beneath that steady gaze, I reach the highest sky? Slothful moon turned grey, so the stars: tired and pale when I behold your white angelic grace. . . Distant and unfamiliar you may seem, I wasn't afraid to run, run and catch your gleam without a guarantee of us becoming one, still, I pursue to behold you, my woman. I am no Romeo nor you are not Juliet but allow me to prove, I love immaculate... Hundred miles and hundred days we may separate, yonder, seasons change, my heart to you, I dedicate. Overseas, each time the ship reach the shore, immediately like thunder, I trip to the door for me to send my love letter or find a phone excited I am, the opportunity, I don't postpone! Pity at that time, no internet or cellphones yet so the instant a signal peeps, it's you, I first check. My ears blush and so I am in fever love each time our exchange of thoughts began. Then again while we talk, sometimes, the signal fret, or without proper warning our chats end to wreck. Coins gone and so time on shore is done, again I want to dial My sunshine smile not turning to the river Nile... My heart on somersaults when they hand me your letter like a little boy with his favorite toy, I keep it near my chest awhile I am on reversed cardiac arrest, I confess. Winter feeling I have blown and within is a summer weather, ten months or a year in the middle of the sea with only your letters and photo I kiss, I, in jubilee! Years passed, I came home and I search your address, my intentions of wanting to marry you, I will express. Your parents, unsure of me, they probe too much. How many women I touched-- I gone to bed with for am a sailor, they thought to any girl I resort, I was stunned but I remain calm and quiet as I know myself, loyal to you and no one else. I tried to woo them and prove, my only love is you. God must have blessed us-- as their stone heart melt, a year later, my dream of being your husband came true. _____________________________________________________________ ©O. E. Guillermo 07:42 pm, January 19, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

Justice in the Quest For Love

I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle dream,
My heart an embodiment of wonder to all that dared to behold it
Closing my eyes, I would find myself knowing something new would shine my way
Had I known what was coming, the dawn would seem far less appealing...

As all journeys begin, a darkness began to veer its head
The plot of reality melted in dissonant chords... 
Dark blue fogs of doubt caked my mind and heart 
Though the longing for love never left... 
And had it left, no dawn would await me 

I saw there were rules setting a foundation for my intensely embarked mark 
I knew if I were to feel any twinge of fire, 
I must first be rid of the fog...or at the very least find my way through it 
How it stung as it hit my virgin skin, not like gentle clouds talking me through it, 
Caressing, surrounding and seducing. . . 
No, like a poison, the bleak thickness of the doubt choking me 
Reducing me to child's tears...I toiled through its torments, 
I rested upon rough rocks of rhetorics 
Admiring their vitality and honesty... 
At one point in time I had convinced myself that I was one of them 
A rock- cold, rough... hardened and overlooked...destined to crumble 
Though more demands surfaced on this quest for love's Justice 

Weakened by the blue fogs blackening,
 I cried out in the pit of my heart, surrendering before me 
Words...kept so long inside... 
I freed them from the strongholds of my darkest nights 
And soon there was a deep, hypnotizing reply... 

Justice, tall and proud, said from above the sinking pit, 
"True, I have seen you before, 
A token of adoration you have become, 
Crying night after night in melodious black, 
With little to take, and everything to give... 
My demands are simple, as your longing is profound, 
You, yes, you! Take my hand so I may hold you tightly..." 

My mouth agape, I stretched out my hand to meet the vines of his fingers 
Clutching in sparks, he breathed into me life... and promise of love 

"Surrender your heart to the hope of love 
When you find you are not alone, as none of you are, 
When you praise with your singsong words that passion has altered, 
Giving all to a soul you have yet to see, 
You shall feel my hand lift you as I do now... 
Soon once more, you shall learn- the dawn will always be dawn 
And the night will always be your velvet pathway to Beyond." 

This, Justice proclaimed in the voice of a thousand cries of birth 
The overtones spilling out in rainbows of rapture 

It was soon after his visit, I knew I must perform... 
Surrender, faith, and action Three keys to the same door... 
And they, golden and alight, were in my hands to use 

The time came when my heart grew roses, thorns and all 
And hearts smashed their way through, though I cherished the burn... 
Fogs still lingered in the alleyway of fear 
And now I knew not to inch my way near 

For the punishment he had whispered like darts in my ear, 
"If you, now seeing the truth, dismember your heart, 
I will crush your petals into black abyss, 
I will reduce you to dust, leaving the thorns, 
I am animal in the face of failure, 
My tolerance for hate is shorter than an ant beholding a mountain 
And if you so much as reject my call, 
Hate is exactly what I will allow, 
And it will destroy you, oh singing heart..." 

This I ask of Justice, on the day of my calling, and yet still today... - 
"Tell me, oh spirit, 
Phantom of Epiphany, 
When the love I so long for locks tightly upon me, 
Becoming me, 
Shall it be as I dreamed, 
Or shall I be wholly disappointed, 
Left in the agony of reality, 
Where roses grow, thorns and all... 
Only to wither...and die... 
?" 

He was so gentle...that he merely smiled and left me... 

It was right away, soon after his departure, 
That I felt he never would fully leave... 
He allowed me to weave my own dreams, 
Finding out for myself if reality was truly as magical as they write 
And as for an answer, as dull as this may sound... it is... 

I, like many tearful martyrs before me, 
Continue to long for a love that will fulfill me 
Often reality teases me, and I know not if she is demon or angel 
Though one day, I will see reality is on my side, ugly or not 
The play of my flitting heart still beating its rhythmic drums 
The rainbows of overtones lulling me into ecstasy, 
As I see words of wisdom thriving in the hands that save 

This, though little, I know- 
Love is justice of reward beyond our wildest dreams 
He sings to us every night, never making promises... 
He just smiles and allows us to live it 
He allows us to discover, and in turn give... 
To enlighten others still trapped in the ruts of fog 
Once we feel it, there is no turning back 
Please do not let him crush those roses you have made... 
Even their foundations were meant to reach the skies 
Touching the brightest dawn...and Beyond..

 -For Justin Bordner's "Love Justice" Contest 
Love you loads, and thank you immensely for inspiring me! 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sijo | |

Burning Flame Of Life

Arise and fall; the cycle of life; birth and death are human plight. A life is lit and it burns short; when matches struck bring in discord. Flames burn dim or bright; many deny, their own bright light.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

THE ART OF LIFE

His poems created melodies
     Of angel's wings and restless seas,
          Of crisp blue mornings and cloudless skies,
               And pearls of wisdom that help souls rise.

This all was written from the heart;
     No less pure than Raphael's art.
          He stroked the canvas of our mind,
               And helped the searching soul to find;

That we can learn life's melodies,
     And fly above the restless seas;
          Into the cloudless morning skies,
               Until at last we realize.

We all are artist in a way.
     We mold our lives with heaven's clay.
          Though many brushes stroke our mind;
             The final picture, we've designed.

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Sea In Life

It’s a wonderful feeling as you gladly air your sweet melody The canticle of your ebbs is heard from your sweet glee Children shriek with laughter as they feast in haste Adults lay down to feel your scent and enjoy the rest. The blue sky is the reflection of your innate beauty The Mighty Creator had laid you down there for everybody Your smiles spark in different hue of blue and green But at snap of fingers, your splendor has been stolen The clear blue sky draws its huge curtain on your sight As the spilled oil tinges and oozes its ominous color of the night The sun sets in the middle of the day, does he go and ask for help? Scream is heard when you’re left alone in yelp The dawn has to come; yet, you’re still down there and helpless But waves rise up collecting your strength which scattered into pieces Your calmness echoes in hope as you keep yourself in prayer That someone will take you out from an odious nightmare Soon you’ve a glimpse of light from afar, just out there The sun’s vigilant call lighting up the hearts of every scavenger Shining brightly once more as they work on amelioration in short range You realize that sadness and pains are transient in this world of change The sun finally opens the curtain for a clearer and brighter sky The scavengers work hand-in-hand, in starvation they’re afraid to die Waves move towards the shore shaking their ears like cute puppies Taking care of sea creatures and throwing all unwanted wastes. The Mighty Creator is so good, He always let the sun shines again, Through prayers and strong faith, hope will be strengthen And when humans, the stewards work with nature in perfect harmony A brighter tomorrow comes in His Divine Mercy. April 26, 2013 Second Place Contest: Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony Judged: 4/29/2013 Sponsor: Russell Sivey

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Dandilion

In Your Youth..... Watch this girl... she has her eyes on a rising dandelion sprouted in high grass, a pensive girl, weaving her way through the fields, looking past weeds to her future, making her way through a maze of thistle solitude, on Saturday afternoons, down hallways and classes on Tuesday, teacher and stranger and parent expectation, she approaches a destination beyond home, clutching the flower to her budding breasts Older.... Keep your eyes on her... she is residue of the mute child, now entrusted with a knowing mind and well worn shoes, still clutching the flower to her breast... She peers through pages of old photos, scratching through scraps of half-heard conversation, seeking some color and clarity with a dim vision of the girl that held a prickly spine of a spent dandelion with compromise and resignation Wiser Unable to mouth a sound, I wish to warn each teacher, each mentor, each censor of the flame... I want to shout: "Watch this girl... who held a weightless flame of windswept dream in her eyes, making her way, mediating between her reality and every longing she ever had... Look back to this girl who has always maintained an unblinking gaze on the white star of dandelion in her hand" _____________________________________________

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Masnavi | |

Crystal Bowl

Crystal Bowl

A gold fish swimming round and round.
	His world of glass is all surround.
Round and round, day and night
        every round, reunite.
Day after day, night after night,
	Everywhere he looked, always the same sight.	
Outside of his bowl, there was a window.
	in the horizon something full of glow.
It looked like a pond, further than beyond.
	When he called that pond, there was no respond.
Love first taste is sweet, it makes you complete.
	But if you mistreat, pain always repeat.
Dreaming day and night, of that golden sight,
	Cool and clear night was filled with golden light.
Broken heart will cry is not satisfied.
	The meaning of the ” love” is always mystified.
Outside of the house a narrow twisted creek
	having conversation, with a language of mystique.
Calling up our fish, knew about his wish.
	Telling him” love” is, painful and foolish.
Telling him that life is a stream that flows;
	hoping for the rain, wishing for rainbows.
Gold fish heard the stream, which destroyed his dream.
	In order to redeem, did something too extreme.
Jumped out of his bowl, thinking of his goal;
	The golden pond became his body and his soul.
He landed on the ground; the dirt was all around,
	The meaning of the “love”, for him got so profound.
He started to scream, his voice was just steam.
	What if there is no dream? Death will be supreme!
He twisted, flipped and flipped, by luck in water he tripped.
	His breathing came along, in water he was equipped.
He swam in back and forth, he twisted south and north
	He cried in water cold, of what the” love” is worth.
He passed through his teens; his youth flew like dreams;
	The autumn came and gone, his winter had no greens.
He reached the golden place; the place was filled with grace;
	His life began to shine, the sadness showed no trace.
Swim and swim in wine, makes your soul refine.
	If you swim in “ love”, love will let you shine.	
A fisherman cruel and old; with eyes reddish and cold
	He cast his net so wide, for fish the truth unfold. 
Our fish cried and cried, his world got cold and dried.
	His life was passed him by, he gave up and complied.
The next day for our fish, was filled with tarnish;
        Once more crystal bowl is fraught with anguish.
This time golden pond, that was far beyond;
	Called our golden fish, he got no respond.
Love first taste is sweet, it makes you complete.
	But if you mistreat, pain always repeat.
Remember our fish with his golden wish;
	If you fall in love, get wild and foolish.


Haloo

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The Way

I'm often in conflict with childlike creatures They'd prefer to receive The Truth in a nicely decorated package embroidered with flattering designs presented sweetly to their ears Perhaps I'll be liked more that way... I'm always in search of The Way to be true to oneself in the face of judging souls They'd easily accept the appearance of things based on their own needs and wants discarding the ones which displease them a screening process that builds up to Hate... Perhaps I'll never be my True self as I wade the murky water of unknown territory shivers running through my core blinking under the cold emotionless stare slowly crushing under Expectations from all sides I may no longer Be Myself ......as in Life's Journey people only expects you to be the Image of their own needs

Copyright © Angeline Haikutwinkle | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Father's Advice On Being A Man - For Adult Contest

Father's Advice On Being A Man
("For Adult Contest")

Father said to son never be ashamed to be a man,
should you get married, live your life with a plan.
Not too harsh or rigid, else failure you will see,
be a good decent man, the one you admire in me.

Life can be so very cruel, the world can be too,
live deeply as you love, loving family as we do.
You see, it is the responsibility to be as good
as your life will permit and you know you should.

Never be ashamed for the world to see you cry,
cry for joy, as life does go on even after you die.
Write your core principles deep into solid stone,  
for there are no overs after we are passed on.

Know that love is truly the great tie that binds,
watch whom you embrace, the world has all kinds.
Mothers are to be held in a very special embrace,
with love in your heart and a smile on your face.

If life ever gives you far more than you can bear
ask family to help, just you remember to share.
Remember the love coming from Mother and I,
walk a good path in this world and know the why.

April 25, 2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

When They Tire, Give Them A Songbird's Sweetest Glee

When They Tire, Give Them A Songbird's Sweetest Glee

Cried critics to a sad poet- " Write us happy poems now!
This day while the western sky sails in blue give us gold
Sad poet pondered the forceful request wondering how
Now that his ink had dried and his muse was so damn old.

The poet thought in sadness for many long, long hours
Then this new thought raced into his aching head
Give colors, rainbows glistening upon pretty flowers
Silken canopy over earth's most beautiful princess's bed.

When they tire, give them a songbird's sweetest glee
golden soft feathers that sing as they quickly beat
With honey splashed in deep in their cool green tea,
give them red-hot and fantastic meals to eat.

His mission accomplished the poet asked to leave
the critics cried , "Hell no slave, you must stay!
Then he knew, tis dangerous to such beauty weave
for his crime, his freedom he must forever pay!

Robert Lindley
Sept 23, 1987

Old Note(1987)- Way of the world, too much is still never enough.... 

New note today(2016)-  Way of the world, too much is still never enough....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC | |

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

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

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Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode | |

Just a Girl

Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor,
I can see her in this window, but I see no door
Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain,
Has every intention never to feel it again
I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost
All I know is this shell, for it's myself...my core...my all I have lost

From the start I new this fight could only last so long,
I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong
Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt
At a moment with no warning, without any clue
I was losing my strength...my energy...all the will I once knew

For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint,
There is no pretty picture left for me to paint
This girl on the floor, in this empty room
Was this girl condemned for a life of doom

My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there
Dried up with my soul, the time is clear
Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes
To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies

Then, out of nowhere, I found the door
I wanted to save the girl on the floor
As I neared and inched to her close
She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost

As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise
I heard the laughter of girls and of boys
With that came a voice of peace and of grace
She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face

I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain
She was the broken me, but now I am strong again

Copyright © Katee Surface | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

WHAT I HAVE IS THE BEST GIFT


What is the best gift you ever have?
Who gave it to you?
When did you last receive a gift?
What have you done after receiving that gift?

Did you use?
Did you keep?
Did you brag about it?
Did you exercise that gift?
Did you share them?
Did you say thank you to the giver?
Did you do something as an exchange for that gift?

Our Father God is so good 
that everyday He is daily giving us a gift.
Each day we are given a gift--- life...
Walk around and see how the world around breathes
The blue clouds drawing some bear, dog or even a human.
The trees that swing left to right with the wind hum.
The flowers that exhales fragrances tripping on air.
The birds that chirps and the running water soothing lyre...
then stand infront of a mirror and see the best gift you can give.

YOU, yourself is a gift to someone.

Your smile.
Your friendship.
Your time.
Your kind words.
Your simple act of kindness.
Your selfless service.
Your loyalty.
Your understanding.
Your presence.
Your effort: participation.
Your generosity.
Your talent.
Your abilities.
Your forgiveness.
Your encouragement.
Your unfailing love.

Are these not gifts if done with sincerity?
_______________________________

©O. E. Guillermo
 07:37 pm, February 22, 2015







Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

You Made The Stars Hush

You Made the Stars Hush A simple man was he, one child of ten who lived and worked the farm with family. But stardust fell on him…time and again he hid away to read his books to see what life could offer him and he give back, if he would leave the farm to chase his star with talents, that would keep his dreams on track. And so he left to raise his future’s bar. Concerned for family for what he’d done; one son of three now gone, and only two remained to work the land beneath the sun. But still he followed stardust trails anew. No school beyond eighth grade, he still pursued production of the tube-based radio, in nineteen-thirty, when its parts were crude yet intricate…and he became a pro. The stardust led him to a higher plane whereby in time he owned a factory; employed so many workers who would gain good living in a time of poverty. Oh, Dad, you hushed the stars…you did not fail. With inner strength, you followed their bright glow, to choose this path, that led you to prevail and help so many people live and grow. This gift of courage you have offered me to follow and make use of dreams to share; to let our stardust paths lead on to free the will to seek the best on our life’s stair. Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place~ Contest: Tell Us About Your Dad Sponsor: Judy Konos Judged:01/05/2016 ~1st Place~ Contest: Screwed 11 Sponsor: Rob Carmack Judged: 04/15/2015 ~Honorable Mention~ Contest: How You Make the Stars Hush Sponsor: Justin Bordner Judged: 03/13/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE

LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole. Behold, this sky high pole of bright crayon colors, they speak slowly about life in quite a number. . . Sturdy wooden pole standing high and tall is like a man endowed with wit and strength The lengthy colored ribbons children install are the shifting, rolling faces of life's events Black as night sometimes dawn in life, one maybe blue but not long, instead do stand and chase rainbows on green belt bend. Being a tickled pink to explore, never strife! See, how the color red blush as it dance in the wind so must we as we share love along kinship line we aren't all born with a green finger yet, each kindness touch, grin lingers! Shed that yellow-bellied skin to mingle without any charign. Our life is given by God in silver plate. Hence, let our daily goal be a red-letter day! If we do, earth and sky may wed of rapport like the ribbons together pulled and blend by hands of dancing children that mend... Raising the Maypole aloft with ribbon pour so is a lived life despite black and blues decor. As the threads slide smoothly in span of minutes we, humans, must climb to reach our full limits. The intertwining colors that fused, all roar salad differences of man can be sorted, united to be one. Screaming colors tickle lowly spirits' to fire daring man to live before his body will retire. . . Living life to the fullest before each setting sun! _____________________________________________________________ ©O.E. Guillermo 11:23 pm-- February 02, 2015 Sponsor: Seren Roberts Contest Name: Life is like a Maypole Placed 1st

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

The Planting

The Planting

Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
 so oft intertwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon , so very soon we turn to dust

Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys fruits of earthen harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost

Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is the calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
when we seek ease oft great sorrow we get instead

We plant our own seeds to dream to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!

Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014


note: Inspired by this morn's reading of Debbie Guzzi's 
super fine poem , a great sonnet -- The Sowing
I give thanks for this inspiration and the joy in reading 
both her sonnets this great morn. Certainly brought me
out of a slump and crazy haze these last few days..
Amazing how sometimes another poet can blow one away and change
 another's  entire attitude.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Senryu | |

'Grow fainter'

our doubts fade away when our focal point becomes positivity
©142011082013

Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2013