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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 | Rhyme | |

A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived

A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived




So many things in my life have come and gone
   idle days of fishing and resting in shade
Early morn sight of mother deer and newborn fawn
   so many of the sweet , dear friends made

Holidays with grandparents singing happy tunes
   picnics lakeside in grove of red oak trees
Birthday parties cakes , ice cream and balloons
   disappearing ships sailing upon unknown seas

Loves, far too many in my wild younger days
   beautiful girls waiting for a kiss
So awesomely pretty in their hot sexy ways
   so many more did I foolishly miss

Life flowed on like a flooded raging river
   me with a ship and no winded sails
Too often selfish taker instead of loving giver
   driving hammer without the much needed nails!

Robert L.  05-24-2014

Truth in the telling. A wild life, mistakes galore , escapades on far too many shores!


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, yes-------------- REMINISCING!
Sorry if I repeat the same beat a thousand times....
You see, I sit here everyday thinking this world is mine....
Trying not to forget, who I truly AM.
Every moment there has ever been or ever will be, 
Finally 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 are 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 into old, was not as easy as it sounds."
Please be patient with me... Wait..... I said that already....
Thank you for understanding what I’m going through.
Please just listen, please, 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 right now, the food just isn't the same when fed through a straw.
Besides, have you seen the garments ''they'' have me wearing.
Never thought I'd live to see myself in old fashioned nightgowns.
Time, keeps adding silver to what used to be pretty reddish brown 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 only "ON and OFF" buttons.
Try to understand what I’m going through, my legs never felt this tired before.
I can't seem to keep myself on the same path, 
I lose track of time when navigation issues on my own.

Dear Time, 
Take my hand, lead the way and understand I can't see as before.
Time, please 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


Details | Haiku | |

Detach

Violet tulips
Each petal flips, another
Memory of you

©Drake J. Eszes 


Details | Sonnet | |

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..


Details | Free verse | |

Alzheimer's

In the morning, I gather my thoughts of yesterday
Like the foraging chipmunk, collecting acorns 
And stuffing them miserly in my jowls
The past is sustenance for a somnolent soul 

As age condemns my faculties
I pull, from my once copious jowl
A jewel of sorts
A garnet set in fool’s gold

My memory is manufactured 
Assembled and disassembled
No longer what was or is or will be
But was and is and never has been

Confine my thoughts to winter
Where barren fields and sterile trees
Offer less to recollect 
Empty my jaws of these useless reminiscences


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



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







Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)


Details | Villanelle | |

When I Ruled the World

I remember when I held the world in these hands
Nothing out of reach as I self proclaimed my power
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Yes I lived in a world of deadlines and demands
  A master of time, always early at least half an hour
I remember when I held the world in these hands

Always alert sensing my victory before my stand
Any obstacle or objection I would quickly devour
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Is there anything left of that person, maybe a strand
It’s not from any fear, but indifference that I cower
I remember when I held the world in these hands

For this tragic change I could have never planned
Everything that tasted so sweet is now bitter and sour
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Almost six years later, I still cannot understand
In the late hours of night, I’m left to now scour
I remember when I held the world in these hands
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand



Penned by Wayland Bunch II 12/14/2013 for With These Hands contest
I used image #6 for this poem


Details | Narrative | |

The Empty Tissue Box

My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss


April 14, 2013


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

My Treasure Chest

I have a wooden cedar box
Filled with precious things
Most of no value to you
But joy to me it brings

A copper penny, 1961
The year I was given life
A withered old white rose
From the day I became a wife

Two certified legal documents
That tell me that I am free
A US birth certificate
And a final divorce decree

Golden locks, adorned with ribbon
Clipped from the head of my son
A bag filled with tiny teeth
Exchanged for a dollar one by one

A report card, five A’s  and one B
My sons first year at school
A tattered silken blanket
Still covered with infant drool

A book of poems that I had written
While I was a rebellious teen
Fifty plus love letters
From then, now and in-between

Old yellowed photographs
Of family long since gone
A dozen crayon pictures
That both my kids have drawn

Hospital anklets, pink and blue
That both my children wore
A stupid keep out sign
That I used to hang on my door

Each item within this box
Is a memory that I hold dear
I keep them for a distant time
When my memory won’t be so clear

So if you wish to see inside
To you I have one request
Do not call it just a box
‘Cause to me it’s a “TREASURE CHEST”
 


Details | Free verse | |

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...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

I Sat and Pondered

I sat and pondered the things I’d like to forget.
There have been some bad times -
Lost love, both romantic and familial,
betrayals by a few I considered close friends,
and the inevitable hardships of simply living life
including its numerous moments of sheer embarrassment.
I contemplated which of those many examples of life’s trials
I would choose to completely forget. . . 

Then I thought of my step dad, who passed away -
and not so quietly - those several years ago,
his mind stripped bare of any reasonable thought,
and all his recollections, whether good or bad,
reduced to the fleeting images of childhood’s ghosts.
At the very end, was there even a glimmer for him
of the recognition of anything at all?

I was not there at his bedside, but my mother related to me
the wild fear in his eyes 
as he choked for breath while clinging to life
despite his apparent inability to even grasp
one memory that would give him a reason to survive!
Everything reduced to the blind biological instinct
simply to breathe. . .
All who were there at the end with him
were praying for him just to pass
quietly into the night.

With all memory ripped cruelly away
and still  he fought to live. . . 
So how could I ever declare wanting to forget even an iota
of anything at all in my entire life?


Written 1/18/13 for Frank's Contest


Details | Ballad | |

Silent House

The house stands mute, broken by years...
Windows stare through jagged glass.
Empty as the eyes of death.
Silent void...echoing joy..patient tears,
reach out in memory each time I pass
the gaping door which has no breath.
 
A rusted lamp-post leans toward Earth...
listening for approaching sound,
to light the darkness once more.
Quiet hush...resounding mirth,
touch my step upon the ground,
and beckon me in, to the shattered house.
 
Crushed boards once held dancing feet...
laughter clings to crumbled stones,
and tears strain the silent rooms.
Scattered remnants of life replete,
lie still as whitened desert bones,
and words spoken...here entombed.
 
I gaze upon torn and tattered walls...
Time pauses, and whispers soft to me
of life blossomed rich in moments gone.
Of a woman whose memory recalls
the beauty of love...and eternity...
mirrored in a rose upon the lawn.
 
House so sad, your youth abounds,
neath fallen grace, and buried sounds.
I hear your song in distant night,
and stand before your silent sight.
 


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 | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

An old man's crumbles

An old man's crumbles........ I am an old man and no matter I say or do. But still I am living with my stubbornness heart I have complications with health history and hospitals always welcome me Sometime, my heart beats so hard and my veins are twisting me mad But still I manage to do my work on my own My walking stick is great support for me If not, I would not able to stand on the road Sleep brings me nightmares with forecast scenarios but when I wake up in the morning I feel nothing but freezing body and feet My memory is failing and my soul is falling My head is turning and my life is shortening How do I spent my youthful life all these days? Well, nothing much to tell about it because I am not married either. I really love to recollect my good old days but my memory of tears kept them away Youth become major and old become gold. So they say But sometimes I wonder where do I find my way around Before I go to bed, I keep my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a glass of water and my both eyes on the side table When my sleep overtakes me, I don't hear anything, my teeth don't feel cold and I don't see anything either I get up each morning and reset my bones from my sleepy body Later I pick up the news paper to read world news and sad news these days If my name is missing in the obituary column, thanks God I am not dead So I continue to do my work as usual till the day ends. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @Sept,2010 Ravi Sathasivam


Details | Rhyme | |

Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.

So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.

That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!

I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.

© Dave Timperley 2012.


Details | Free verse | |

Separation

I stare through the rear window as 
the car begins to move away  
With tears running the gamut of my 
Face my body trembling and wet with 
Sweat 
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail 
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me 
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her 
Protector and me the center of her 
Attention 
As the weeks turn to years the years 
To decades
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory  
Nowhere do I find ever saying  
The goodbye word 
To my little sister 
And I cry 



Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1996


Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

Wisps

"Friend,
Mind wandering through misty woods.
You don't understand your purpose.
Friend,
I knew you too little,
Please do not shed your salty emotions,
Not out of anger, not out of sadness.
Friend,
You now lose your way so easily,
You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly.
You weep from frustrations, 
From the guilt of an honest smile,
From pains, that you forget for a moment,
That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss.
I understand, dear friend.
You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out.
Do not fear, dear friend,
Friend follow me, as I once did you.
Friend, now you see?
Yes, you see,
The little wisps in the fog that guide us home."

~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's


Details | Narrative | |

Straying Juvenile

My younger sibling, I brought you painfully up,  you brought me "pain"  fully
I myself struggled through  constant hard times, your constant struggling with yourself, hard timed me
I cleared a pathway through life for you, you clearly thought the pathways were lined with gold 
Today I had to repair,  Mums front door, the door you caused to be kicked down yesterday
I love you and will defend you, even when you are wrong, which as you know, you never are
You lost your parents some way back and now it seems you somehow lost your way




I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid

You cannot mess with men like this, they follow no set rules
Wealth becomes a god to them, they do not suffer fools

I pulled you from a hole today, I pulled you from a hole
The talk was death to stinking thieves, I saved your very soul

You lost your mum and dad so young, is that why you rebel but life is not a one way street, I lost them both as well

You brought me lots of grief tonight, you brought me lots of grief
I brought you up as many things but one was not a thief

I handed back, the things you took, I gave them all right back
The men who stood at mums front door had shot guns in a sack

The offer that they offered me,  was one,  to not refuse
Return the goods the "bastard took"  or read it in the news

If mum and dad were still alive, for this you would pay dear
If mum and dad were still alive, do I make myself clear

I can't believe you did this thing, I can't believe you did
The shame on mum and dad's memory and then you run and hid




Details | Free verse | |

Cold Beers and Voyeuristic Cannibalism

I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my bones back up

off the floor on a daily basis;

ragged, dry, and weary. 

Every fairy tale has a root,

stapled into the hard soil of truth.

They all have a moral,

some sort of clerical error 

born from life’s shadow. 

We watch, hoping to learn 

from the missteps of someone

else’s intrepid imagination,

some 4D revelation singing

lullabies to the young heart

of humanity.  

And they bend to the fickle 

will of greedy creativity, 

making the yoke less bitter

so that we can tongue the purge

of denial without pouting. 

I’d like to pretend that my hands are clean,

that I don’t whisper cold lies into your palms,

watch you drink from the frosted glass

of my sincerity; Hope that you don’t blink,

that you won’t notice the blood bubbling 

up, and over my shiver before you finally

finish this story. 

I just want you to understand.

This isn’t poison.

This is merely me bleeding out,

and hoping you’ll learn to love the 

taste of fire kissed oxymoronic metaphors,

served up with juiced will and the vegan

flesh of my inhibition.  

So that you can see through my eyes,

know where I have been,

and how it felt to be consumed.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | I do not know? | |

RIP Virginity

Dear Sir,my innocence is gone now, no more fear ,
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here.
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen,
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain !
I was crying, i was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened.
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end.
I begged you to stop and I looked into your eyes,
there was a reflection of a cruel world,that what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did,
Nobody knows that you made me bleed.
Dear sir,my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was blind!
having hidden hatred inside,a virgin died.
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories,
time doesn't heal all wounds,that you marked,
yes,you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.


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 | I do not know? | |

South African Freedom Day

freedom day 
(april the 27th 1994)


far too many brave compatriots died

and

flooding rivers of tears were cried

far too many families ripped apart

with

daggers cutting into their heart

the pain is felt still deep today
on this glorious sun-splashed South African Freedom Day

as we pause and remember those who do not remain with us anymore

as we appreciate the fruits that their sacrifice and struggle bore

far too many to count and to name

but we honour them all while we keep burning that eternal flame

...Oliver Reginald Tambo
...Chris Hani
...Solomon Mahlangu
...Prakash Napier
...Yusuf Akhalwaya
...Matthew Goniwe
...Neil Aggett
,,,Ahmed Timol
...Vuyisile Mini
...Hector Peterson
...Babla Saloojee
...Bram Fischer
...Dulcie September
...Sparrow Mkonto

just a few, but so many still nameless

who were brutally cut down
by a racist system that was merciless, and cruelly shameless

we honour you, today
but we remember you each and every day

when we breathe in the air of the freedom that you craved

as we walk the roads of a wounded but healing country that you saved

from itself, for the hate and racism and hushed prejudice of race and gender and religion and sexual persuasion and caste and creed

that you so valiantly fought against, is still with us, as it on fear and ignorance does feed

the odour of racism and hate
of white and black and jew and muslim and hindu and catholic and yellow and brown

is a living parasite that lives and thrives all across this beautiful world, from cities and villages and hamlets, to the smallest rural town

it may become a mark of shame upon us all 

so we have to, today, struggle against and boldly fight

for the sacrifices of the many can never be cheapened, by the polite dinner-table murmurs of hate, try as hard as they might

for if we as a nation, 
a country 
a world 
a people 

one people

are to truly step out of the lashing cold painful rain

we have to continue your struggle

so that your supreme sacrifices may not have been in vain...

and so we say 

'hamba kahle, comrades'

to you who laid your young lives down and slipped away

so that we who remain may in the sunlight and out of the rain live and breathe and stay

in a country, and in a world
where religion and gender and sexual-persuasion and all colourful hues

may mingle and love and laugh and cry together on the sun-filled avenues

so thank you, comrades, for showing us a better path that we must embark on as we shuffle onwards into a brighter tomorrow

away from the hurt of the past, and away from the tears and away from all the sorrow

for the true freedom that we seek now, is the freedom from our own racism, our own prejudices, our own sexism, our own petty hates and bottled-up anger

for therein, lies the fight ahead

for therein, lies the real and growing danger.
Aluta Continua!
Amandla Ngawethu!

The Struggle Continues...


Details | Sestina | |

Darkness

somewhere in the depths of self
pity holds a child tight
mind spills her dreams
on star-filled nights
and reflections of yesterdays
echo through mirrored smiles

through framed glass i trace her smiles
soon realizing child is self
i search memories of yesterdays
but mind's gate seems closed tight
darkened same as rainy nights
tears fall sofly like her dreams

if once i could fulfill her dreams
would my own face reflect smiles?
could mind find piece on sleepless nights
if  answers were released from self?
i seem to keep these memories tight
that robbed me of my yesterdays

not knowing the pain of these yesterdays
i've tucked away most old dreams
blocks of memory hold them tight
under lips bearing mona lisa smiles
and child withdraws within self
as days blend into nights

or dark thoughts blend days and nights
in all of these forgotten yesterdays
i choose not to pity self
just escape in new dreams
cracking occassional smiles
as loved ones hold me tight

yet when my eyes are pressed tight
i find myself fearing nights
quickly losing one of these smiles
to a brief memory of my yesterdays
safely tucking away all my dreams
deep within troubled self

seeking revenge on self with blades pressed tight
i try to hide through dreams from nights
haunted by yesterdays that robbed this child's smiles


Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Rhyme | |

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.


Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me, you owe me that much



Sabrina Niday Hansel
~Niday40873~

(motif) Spiritual


Details | Lyric | |

Beyond The Arc

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





©2014 Honestly JT




Details | Rhyme | |

A Golf lesson

Over fifty years have passed,
Tho’ it seems like just the other day;
My father gave me golf clubs,
“It’s a game you need to learn to play.”

He said, “It’s very difficult, but so is life.
There’s more to learn than grip and swing and rules,
Like honesty and dealing with adversity;
Then, pointing to his head, “… and how to use ALL your tools.

Play the Course… and Mother Nature…
Focus on just one shot at a time;
Try to learn from each of your mistakes;
Then, do your best to leave them behind.

These clubs will teach you more
Than our ‘man to man’ talks.
This you'll learn for yourself,
So you can “walk the walk.”

“Practice makes better, but not perfect.
And always remember what they say:
‘”Golf is not a game that we can win.
It’s just a game we play.’”

His lessons served me very well,
Took them to heart and played the game.
And life is much like a round of golf.
Despite the bad shots, I’m always glad I came.





 









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 | |

If This Hat Could Talk

If this hat could talk, it would tell you many things
Emotions from the heart, and the beginnings of many dreams. 
This hat would reveal about the long drives taken along the open road
Where the summers stayed hot and the winters were cold.
Where love was in bloom and marriage could not come any faster
When a moment stood still, waiting to hear for an answer.
A time for listening to laughter, with children, family and friends
About loss and heartache, when a loved ones life ends.
Oh the stories this hat could tell with recollections to disclose
Like secrets that have been hidden, never to be told.
This hat is special, one of a kind, so you see
Dear to my heart with a lifetime of memories.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

When Winter Comes

When winter comes there's wind, rain, bitter cold
There's white everywhere from frost, ice, and snow
Bare tree limbs are tossed by strong winds that blowww
Close to the hearth tales of yore oft are told
'Twas not so in the spring when all is fresh_ new
When love is on the wing; trees' young leaves green
All is simple at those times of sixteen
So much so now that life is in review

Then summer came crops were ripe for harvest
Young limas were gathered by the bushel
The corn's tassels were now filled with full ears
Then ends that part of life a busy quest
Fall's panty filled now; plans made for bethel
Winter by the fire remembering years

finis'
First attempt at Italian Sonnet
Favored by Emily Dickinson

Contest:A Sonnet In The Wind
Sponsor:Poetess Darkly
Written: September 13-14, 2013


Details | Epitaph | |

Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


Details | Epitaph | |

My Father, My Friend

Thadd Baker,
Friend, Father,
Husband, Mentor,
Brother, Son,

A life cut short...
A family left to grieve...
Gone but not forgotten...
You are always here with us...


Dad my special friend...
A loss so sudden...
your life brought to a sudden end...


Fear not your memory will not be forgotten...
Your memory will never fade...
We will never forget...
Your star shines bright...

So sail on sailor...
Fair winds & Following seas...


Details | Elegy | |

A TEAR FOR DADDY

written 22nd Oct 2013



Even after sixteen years
 still I cry your daughters tears
Every year on this day, will always be sad
 known only as the date, God took my dad

    1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
    
         Allan Thomas Holmes


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 | Ode | |

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Narrative | |

Crazy

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


Details | Narrative | |

Upon A Bed Of Petals

                                                        Upon A Bed of Petals
                                    The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance
                            With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance
                                    The light shines upon the area of which they lay
                               With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay
                                    The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream
                                With motion that reveal emotions with great steam

                                                        Upon A Bed Of Petals
                           Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal
                                   With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal
                             Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life
                                         With occasional choices of passion and strife 
                                   Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value
                                      With another part of each season we stand true

                                                         Upon A Bed Of Petals
                                  The scent of life passes through and makes new
                                With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue
                                   The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust
                          With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust
                                     The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of
                              With two people passion with love rules true and above


Details | Narrative | |

- EMMA -


My Emma I remember so well - an old lady with roses on her cheeks 
Lived in a cozy little white house with a garden so beautiful - flowers, berries and fruit 
Emma was old with a bad back and her feet were weak - but she was never grumpy 
The winter was hard for old Emma - lonely - no husband - no kids - no family 
When spring came - Emma came out to the garden - she loved it 
When neighbors or children came by - she waved and shouted 
  "Come into my garden and pick yourself a big bouquet of flowers" 
When summer came - she waved and shouted 
"Come into my garden and pick yourself some berries - they are red and nice" 
In the autumn the same - "Come into my garden and pick yourself some fruit" 

* Emma died many years ago - but the memories I have cherished in my heart

- * From reality :)






09.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)


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 | Epitaph | |

BABY

written 28th oct 2012

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us 
  an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace  
The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen 
 hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived
For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd 

We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us 
 having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us
It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart
 Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart

God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start
 we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around
But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around
 just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us
 
We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us,
 although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never
You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever...
   the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild....
                                  "Angel" 2012


Details | Sonnet | |

SUNDAY DINNER A hillbilly sonnet

        SUNDAY DINNER  (Hillbilly sonnet)
Ma's cookin now, so come and set a spell
and you can bet we'll have her Sunday best
before the settin sun, and who can tell
what's on her stove--but it will meet the test.

Can't you just smell that fryin chicken now?
And you must know the gravie's fresh and hot
for pourin on them taters--I allow
a little more than I should have--so what?!?

The butter it just melts on bread so light
to compliment the vegetables we grow,
now if you know a life that's half as right
as this, you'd better make it yours to know.

   And I will say the grace, to thank God for
   what He has give--so He will give us more.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Verse | |

Brown Eyes

Brown eyes that matched her hair
Sad and unhappy as she stood there
Waiting for her love to return, maybe yes
maybe never, only time will tell
Such sad brown eyes that matched her hair
Tied from behind in the most romantic way
Head slightly tilted gazing down in despair
Looking, but not looking staring into space
Memories, dancing inside her head
As she spoke silently “He promised to return” 
Talking to herself said… “I had to believe
What am I to do this is just my grief”
Time is just a lie man invented it to be wise
When two lovers are together
It doesn’t need Einstein.
He gave such a wonderful love
Love only known to a lonely heart
For what is life if not with him, I prefer to die.
Fool I am to think he will return
He’s been gone so long maybe minutes
maybe days.


Details | Personification | |

Not Really

How it must hurt you so on days like this,
  Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
   Confused  you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
    I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
    It's not real and  all in your head  is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
    All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you  almost every day,
   Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
   But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
   You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
    What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
    You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
    By listening with your heart your path will be shown.
TAC


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


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 | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Free verse | |

Ridiculous Me

Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> 

I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey 
I sneak behind YOU

You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! 

I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile

You know that mischievous smile of mine? 

Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me

Well...I'm flattered. . . 

We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound

Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!

But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle

Ridiculous me... 
Wouldn't you agree?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Soul Sisters

Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.

He knew i needed you at that exact time

Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me

But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.

From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I

carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the

rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light

when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine

Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps

our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but

I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were

meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze

Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part

so through the many miles and through the long hard road

I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy

to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012


Details | Free verse | |

If Old Men Fought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

The Day My Sister Broke Her Finger

One day my mother, my sister Debbie and I were out in the parking lot at school.
My sister Linda came to the car crying. She had an ice pack on her hand. When we got home,
my dad, who works at the hospital looked at her finger. Then my dad took Linda to the hospital.
When they got home, they told us that her finger was broken. The next day, she got a cast on 
her hand. Four weeks later, my sister got her cast off. I was happy that she was happy.




                                                        THE END







March 23, 1998
©2014 Honestly JT


Details | I do not know? | |

A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...

hope...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)


Details | Ballad | |

TO EVERY SOLDIER THAT THEIR IS

One of the happiest days,
Is  bringing our soldiers home alive,
To where they can be seen,
By their families once again,
To show them we love them,
And care about them,
In the ways we should,
Cause they gave up their time,
And their lives for this country,
For our freedoms we often take for granted,
To protect us from the domestic evils of today,
Whether we see them or not,
We should praise them all,
For all that they have done,
Including those who have fallen,
And can Not walk back through the gates of home,
For they have fallen and given more for this country,
And sacrificed more than we pay attention too,
To save us all for our freedoms,
Which our country will often forget,
With time the fallen one's,
Because we often pay attention to those,
Who are here in front of us and can fight,
One day at a time,
Which is the wrong way to be,
Cause all soldiers are made the same,
And should never be forgotten in anyway,
Day after day cause we have what we have,
To remind us all of all who have sacrificed their lives,
For the freedoms we have to keep us safe,
Each and everyday!


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 | |

You Alone

Look at you, you have found my heart
With love I stare into your eyes
With passion I devise
I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying
With your hands so soft with gentleness
With your smile so beautiful with carefulness
I do notice life with you without sighing

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions
With beautiful roses by your side 
I love you more than twelve times
Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone

So do not walk away 
Please lets talk about things anyway
With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart
Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys
With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories
With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late
I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date

So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone

And you alone

So I raise my hands to embrace you

you alone



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 | |

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 | I do not know? | |

The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






Details | Verse | |

My Treasure Chest

My treasure chest is slowly filling up
Silly letters I wrote to my friends
Not passed on to them, 
Thinking, they know what they mean to me
Maybe I should have, maybe I still will.

First love letter from a lad in school
Saying my eyes attracted him
My smile and my sense of humour
For the life of me his name escapes me.
Love is so  fickle when your young.

Sweet wrapper, cinema tickets,
Tickets to the zoo, I loved that orang utan
Boris was his name. He has since died.
Photos by the dozen, family, friends,
Places I have visited, a small poem describing each place.

My first and last love's photos, letters, memories.
Words written down just in case my memory fails.
Memories of my university days, written down to remember
Graduation as a staff nurse, photos with an enormous smile on my face
Proudly wearing my uniform.

Nowadays, its poetry I put in my treasure chest
my words are where my life is portrayed
One day I will be dewy-eyed in love again
One day I will be a mother, then my treasure chest will be closed
Will have living memories to look at, my life will be fulfilled


Treasure chest - somewhere we store important phases of our lives


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Doors Within My Mind

doors in my mind
all I see is flashes of memory
I wish I could live with what I see
it is just not clear to me
can it be
I just lost my memory 
why can't I see
oh I forgot I had brain surgery
it was because I had a brain tumor
if I try real hard maybe I will see
where they left part of that tumor in me
I know if I see where they left part of that tumor in me 
then I just might keep my mind and not go blind

Patricia Bernard
Brain Cancer/Brain Surgery/Diabetes
age:51
Now I have no pride and no place to hide
You took it all from me when you ask me to reveal all to you
on an appeal
9/13/14


Details | Couplet | |

Dear Rapunzel

It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.

It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.

Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.

Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.

They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.

Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.

Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.


Details | Free verse | |

Daybreak

I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other

So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever

Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday


Details | Sonnet | |

Childhood

There is a world of endless exploration,
The whole of life yet at its blissful berm,
A place of wonder and vast imagination,
With views of this world in its purest form.
A world that all have paid a passing visit,
And drove men mad with longing for another,
Its greatness, not realized whilst they were in it,
For years was cause of unsatisfied hunger. 
For alas, only once can this grand place be seen,
Its innocence can never be regained,
Its borders crushed by an aging world obscene,
And not but precious memories remain.
	From this world there is much that can be learned,
	Though, sadly, there’s no hope of our return.


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Beside me

The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain

You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light

In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Narrative | |

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Details | Narrative | |

My First Time

Gnawed nails dig into worn plastic armrests
Stinging alcohol burns the skin
A sharp point glints in the fluorescent light

Rough hands grip the shoulder
Restraining it against the comfortless chair
He says to relax,
But the tremors intensify.

Deep breath
Lungs release
Cartilage crunches
Blood flows

Shiny metal ring
Rests against the ear
A new opening in the body
Diverging from natural design.


Details | Haiku | |

Bio in Short

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking pot. Stereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.


Details | Free verse | |

The Fountain Garden

Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant,
Amid the stone pathways edged with brick,
Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, 
Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet,
Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims.
Here lie bushes of color to draw me in.
Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon.
And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon.
A fountain that totally greets my senses.
The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone.
I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside.
A bench begs me- “Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound.”
Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and
Drink from the fountains below.
Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed.
Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place.
What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next?
Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest?
I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest.
In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights 
Never to forget.
As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again.
Feel the peace. See what is here.
Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy.
Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby.
I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world.
My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights.
I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses.
A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose.
A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose.
A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again.
Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat,
Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat.
Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave.
Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees.
But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold.
A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds.
Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind.
Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold.
I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to
The Fountain Garden.

CSEastman  


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


Details | Lyric | |

It's Not Over

Don’t say it’s all over (cause it’s not)
“Sorry” won’t cover it…so don’t go on your knees and pray for my forgiveness 
Oh baby…don’t listen to the commotion…I’m done taking cover (it’s all for naught)
I’m plummeting in slow motion…into the remorseful pit…I’m plummeting in my nightmare’s abyss

I want to carry you through the night… 
I’m swimming in the ocean of my tears… 
My sodden wings lost its ability of flight…
You've been swimming in your distress for years… 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

I want to remind you to fight the good fight…
My misery pools are brewing inside of my head…
I’m backing away from the light & exploring the night… 
You’re giving in to sleep and I’m wide awake on my bed 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we’re breaking bit by bit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to discover 

Please don’t tell me…oh, don’t tell me…darling!
You’re giving up today… (I beg you to stay, despite your inner pain) 
I’m scared I might erupt – it could be quite startling!
Someday, things will change for the better… (Don’t turn the wrong lane)
I’m waiting for that day to arrive – perhaps it will wash away our dismay…

I promise you a tranquil reality 
I want to stray with you tonight 
I still have hope that He’ll set us free
I was wondering if you could stay the night
Maybe the Lord could grant us 
Pure, incredible delight 

Shut up! Don’t say it...
Don’t even think of it (don’t even ponder it)
Hey! Don’t say it’s all over…though we've plunged into our own pit 
‘Cause there’s more treasure to gather…


Details | Lyric | |

My Message To You

Before I lay me down tonight,
There's something I'd like to say.
I hope these words come out right,
And my message as bright as day.

I know you really did feel love's light,
And I apologize with this poem I write.

So it's best if I take flight,
Far from your heart and go away.
If I'm unforgiven, it's alright;
I pray you find hope instead of dismay.



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


Details | Tanka | |

Whisper

Stirring my coffee
Staring right in front of me
Thoughts flies like echoes
Reverberating the past
Silence whispered... I'm alive.


Details | Ballad | |

Lost and Found

To imagine after all this time that has gone by,
    I would be talking to the one that once caught my eye.
Out of nowhere one day she just seemed to appear,
   Just so incredibley surprising to me after all of these years.
Sharing all those thoughts and dreams we once had ,
   How we laughed at those days yet it made us a bit sad.
For the feelings I did not know she had for me ,
   It only makes me wonder what our lives would be.
Our hearts now beating as they did back in the days,
   How we are acting like children going out to play.
The love I feel for her has never felt so strong,
   A love that once was I thought was forever gone.
But to my excitement I can honestly & sincerely say ,
   The love that was lost has been found and here to stay.
This thing we have found in this love between you & me ,
   Joy and happiness for the rest of our lives is what I see.
TAC


Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part VII, Finis

                                                                    7.

                                                      On The Road Back

Serious illness instructs its victims
In the miracle of the normal life.
Spend time starting over on things you never think of,
And a new appreciation dawns
For the marvel of Being-in-the-World.

     Crisis finally ended, they move me down
     So I may eat like a human again and gain the strength
     To walk geriatrically about the ward
     Creepingly, yet exulting in my newfound freedom
     From the Sargasso Sea of lines that bound me for so long.
     Soon they would send me home
     To where Gulliver's god asserts his primacy.

There is in every life that question never asked aloud,
Yet waits for its whisper in misfortune's ear:
Why go on?

Why the trouble of going on
When we know all things, after all,
Make an end of themselves?
What purpose served when Summer's light gives way again
To Winter's dark, itself to give way once more 
Before the furious blooms of Spring,
This cycling of changes running blindly 'round
'Til all together, when at last we're called away from being
Will soon enough leave not even faint memory
That ever we, or they, had been?

Why go on,
When all are orphaned in the end,
When in due time Time itself will cease to march
When even God may wonder
To what end He set it all in motion for,
Leaving only an original Mystery
To occupy Forever?

     Yet still all things contrive to persevere, especially ourselves,
     Despite our cursed knowledge of Finality,
     Knowing that none shall escape eclipsion,
     But sensing that the weight
     Of whatever we have made of our lives
     Will add its dram of meaning
     When the sum of it all is balanced together
     In the great equation of existence.

We go on for the honor of going on,
Because there is no road back
And the bridges burn themselves behind us as we go.
The going is its own meaning
Because all moments matter to those they happen to,
Are defined by those they happen to -
And in the happening
Each soul makes its bright flash in the infinite dark,
Illumines itself in silent declaration
That it once was, and dared to be,
Despite the vanishing that follows.

     When all is said and over,
     It's perhaps best we measure ourselves
     Against the blazing stars and wheeling galaxies
     To find that we come out the larger 
     Than they in all their magnificence,
     In our tiny, burning brilliance.


Details | Narrative | |

Dedication to Everyone

I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in PoetrySoup.com 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view


Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part I

                              "Nothing my hide from the hidden."

                                                                   - Japanese Proverb

                                                           1.

                                      Gulliver's God Goes Silent

Sir Johnathan's Lilliputians assumed
Gulliver's watch to be his personal god,
Observing how seldom he took action
Without first consulting it.

Time has come to be the Tyrant God of our frenzied Age;
The One Who Harries
The mass of us from here to there and back again
Crying down to the faithful the terrible slippage
The relentless loss of minutes, hours and days,
Unreclaimable all,
Shouting to us from our wrists, our walls and all things electric
The message of incompletion,
Of things undone and lost
In the unstoppable flood that sweeps us along
Carrying all we think we know
Towards some great, invisible and communal Terminus.

     The acolytes' wishes are served,
     In serving one so like ourselves
     Serving those unsatisfied by any sacrifice.

     The call comes in late September;
     A doctor's voice informs me
     Of a tale mad cells are telling
     As they gather themselves deep within,
     An aimless tide of their lives just beginning
     To flourish sans form or purpose
     Bringing destruction to the  temple they occupy
     Through their sheer abundance.

That was when, for the first time,
My part in the steady move towards the Terminus
Loomed clear and certain in my sight,
And joined the strong knowings of my heart.

A fluid anxiety filled me,
Running shapeless and invincible
And I felt, somehow, like I was drowning.

So it was that as another Summer gathered itself up for its death
I checked into the hospital
To be dropped into chemical oblivion
And laid out like an offering
To the spirits of Blood and  Mystery
Reading my organs through greengloved hands,
Interpreting the language of manic cells.

Skin peeled back like the pages of a book
I lay captive in the sleep of Lethe
As they read the script writ in red within
     Making decisions
     Correcting errata.

          And the god on the wall
          Moved his hands in passing across his face,
          But not for me.


Details | Imagism | |

The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)


Details | I do not know? | |

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


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

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

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

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

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

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

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


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


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


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


Details | Lyric | |

F Bomb

“F Bomb”
By Nate Spears

I got the heart of a man name Malcolm
The visions of Martin Luther
The tongue of Emmett Till
The brains of Medgar Evers

Can I get a window seat
Away from defeat
Can I get park for the kids to play
Next to the spot
Where Rosa refused her seat

Langston in my pen
Proud, young, and free
Handsome and intelligent
The government targets me
First,
In a second
My history is a blessing
The court system in racist
Society shows the traces.


Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Couplet | |

My Memories

My Memories 

I was thinking of buying a new house
So I’m here with my son and his spouse 

Sitting outback looking up to the sky
Hoping to see something go bye  

Wishing for a sign to see
Something from my wife to me

To move into an empty and cold house
I would leave behind memories of my spouse 

I don’t want to leave those memories behind
More memories in the house then in my mind
               
When my kids were small
They would play and mark up a wall

I see memories on every wall
Where my wife painted over marks from a ball

A memory in every room
Some good some with a little gloom 

It’s something that will always be
Even the gloom is a memory to me


Details | Lyric | |

Memories Washed With Tears

I awoke this morning early, 
       an ache within my soul;
 A longing, deep, beat at my heart 
        in waves hard to control.
Weeks have passed since you and I 
         stood together face to face;
I've searched the world around me, 
         yet none can take your place.

You shared a special part 
         of this life of mine;
Together we drank deeply 
         of youth's sparkling wine.
We seldom write a letter; 
          your voice I do not hear;
But many times before me 
          your image will appear.

Our hearts are bound together; 
         our thoughts still intertwine,
Though the distance now is great 
          between your home and mine.
Today I feel your presence 
          though I have not heard one word;
Friendship stretched across the miles, 
          my mem'ries gently stirred.

True friends find birth in God's great heart; 
          their roots grow strong and deep.
Your friendship is mine forever, 
          a treasure I can keep.
Today I'll spend in reverie, 
          a long and sweet review:;
I'll wash our memories with tears 
          and celebrate knowing you.


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Rhyme | |

DO YOU REMEMBER

Age nibbles at life 
Getting older makes you think twice
Strolling down memory lane 
You noticed some things never change
Memory, is more complex; of mute agenda and subtext
Sometimes I can’t think what is next?
In my own imagining, I begin to live.
In my own remembering, all my sins please forgive
A primitive mix, of future thoughts and subtle tricks.
I have a headache too much thinking makes me sick
I have many days of happiness that were much too brief.
There is longer nights of pain and grief.
In the deep pits of my mind
My past is not hard to find
Today will be a memory yesterday is a memory drifting away 
When I reminisce of my past I have nothing to say
What would we be without the power to recall? 
Without our gift of memory we'd be little at all 
Memory of our past and of our future, 
Leaves us with endless wounds to nurture

"Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you 
never want to lose.” 
 Kevin Arnold  









Details | Prose | |

Memories are sweets

each a day a time passes by with things done
smiling to every right ones, with a joy
oh with a joy smiling for every young ones

like gathering an harvest we remain saving
some even snapping rest are just stored away
in time and space where we could never see

oh memories how sweet it wonders to be
age a factor that keeps growing along
truth is still in our air that we breathe

along with our days that we had harvest
for some still a smile hold for some a tear drops
yet oh memories are sweet and forever true

like roses with thorns, we tend to step over pebbles
at times we may stumble at time we may rise
but it doesn't matters we still harvest a memory

Oh my memories are forever sweet 
for I know where I belong, and where I will be
in a new land where there's none to remember

free in his arms smiling joyfully Alas I say
I made it through with my all my memories
set free once and forever in his land I see


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Lyric | |

How Alone Am I

How Alone Am I
How Sad Am I 
You never Know
I never Show

You Smile WIth A Shine
I Smile with Wine
Your Enthralling Eyes
Defines My Style

Missing you is my life
Yes I live, but I strife
Finding you beneath the stars
Misng You my life chars.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tomorrow is Ours



Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that shackle,
no longer the weakened prey of the insatiable jackal,

tomorrow shall be ours,

we shall reclaim our plundered mindspaces,
we shall shed our chains, leaving behind the traces,

of past injustice, of the hurt and pain of our ancestors' sorrows,

we are here, now, alive with hope,


we shall rightfully claim our own tomorrows.





Details | Limerick | |

Where Did It Go

As I sit here and wonder where did it all go,
  Why did I hurry to get here is something I do not know.
My life has pased by so quickly just a blink of the eye,
  Can't remember all the things I've done or the reasons why.
What was the purpose of this it all seems so insane,
   I'm left with nothing but emptiness am I to be the blame .
Where are my friends and family am I the only one left,
   I guess because of what I've done this is what I get.
This isn't what I was looking for not what I imagined at all,
   There is nothing I can say or do and theirs nobody I can call.
Will it ever become clear to me why don't I understand ,
   Is this that wonderful plan was that God has made for man?
The path I chose to follow always seemed to take so long,
   I'm begining to believe that just maybe that I was wrong.
Thinking about all the things in my life that have come to past,
   Down deep I have always known that they were never meant to last.
So this is what it is like to reach this old age of mine ,
   I'm starting to see that it was never really about time.
Waiting seems to be all there is for me to do these days ,
   Untill the time that light shines bright showing me my way.
Feeling much better now that I have come to see,
  That there was a plan and it was made especially for me.
TAC


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Familiarity

What is it to me
that I cannot place you
in the picture painted by the years
the life has already spent?
Do you merely lurk,
and leave at a much later time?
Or, 
maybe
you are staying
because 
    you 
        are 
           meant
                to 
                   stay.

Then,
stay.
If you may.
I pray.
While I find a place (for us)
in the picture of eternities,
the gods must be 
hiding, 
conspiring;
themselves amusing.


Ah, the grand scheme of things -
                            a forgetting.
A familiar spirit we feel -
                            a remembering.     


(Note) This piece was inspiredly written for the beautiful souls - even the 
strangers - I have met along the way and will still come upon in my lifetime. To 
each special one, you have stirred quite a familiar spirit within. A remembrance 
of forgotten past, I suppose. Thank you for letting me peak through your 
soul's window. The veil of forgetfulness has never been thin as now to me. You 
have so given me a gift I shall treasure in the moments I may tend to forget 
who I truly am - a being with a soul.



Details | Couplet | |

It seems I wanted too much

It seems I wanted too much:
or may be just a touch.
May be a little bit more:
happiness with the one I adore.
May be a good morning kiss,
or sweet words: “My honey I miss”.

It seems I wanted too much:
to be happy as such,
to fly in the sky like a bird,
to be understood without a second word,
to listen to the songs of my Lord,
to give a smile and behave like a child.

It seems I wanted too much:
to live without any mistakes,
without any heart breaks.
I wanted my soul not to be cold,
to live without any storms,
to feel your heart warmth.

It seems I wanted too much:
to turn into a dove,
to swim on the waves of love,
to meet with you every dawn,
to have the wings of a swan
and never be alone.

It seems I wanted too much...

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


Details | Epic | |

Acid

I guess on that night I learn and gain strength, 
Until this moment I am in that spot and completely tense. 
Anyone's life can stop in the wink of an eye,
I cant forget that 10 minutes flash that i almost died.

Never had the experience,therefore, never knew how to react.
It was acid in a bottle! That is the plain straight fact.
Could not speak, just had to listen to his convincing crop,
Until he found out he was boring so he got a hold of my chain and just suddenly stop.

A new day over silver I thought was best,
A permanent one room dwelling is not a great place to rest.
I could have stood up and put up a fight, 
But I knew it would have ended in a bloody night. 

There are moments in life that we have to accept defeat,
I rather to be a sheep and enjoy this life which is sweet.
So I guess on the night I learn that life is short, 
Everyday we are open to danger and inattention  is a type of tort.


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


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To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?


Details | Quatrain | |

Memories Beyond The Door

I am sure the verse of fear in writing Extreme sense of sadness lies in my dreams Memories seem to be locked deep inside I cry for the loss of my tender scenes My heartfelt dreams, those of powerful love Are also tucked away beyond any hope Any hope of getting them for feeling Making me try to understand and cope Pain’s so intense that I can’t remember The joys of life are gone with this disease My longtime memories are gone, I hurt I feel real terrible, it brought a tease I’ll never know the sure pleasures of life Like others who can see their past at will They’re lucky, even with bad memories All are hope for the future, loving still
Entered into Constance La France's "Memories Beyond The Door" contest 4/28/2013


Details | Elegy | |

I fear death

I fear death, not quite death but yours, and not yours but mine
I guess I fear my death in being your survivor, but not quite
I fear grief, that it might consume me once more, but not mine
I guess it is your sorrow and despair at death that is drowning my life

I've been here before; I don't know how I survived or what inside me died
I had so many questions that she never answered; they never left, never died
So your gasping breath brings back my sorrow from that walled in stasis
I teeter on the rim of a well that reaches grief's bottom blackness, I lied

It is not your pain I fear, it's mine. I did not survive her deathbed
I never again lived. I died with her though peace I never found
I don't know if it was her death, my loss, hers, or the death cycle
But the air has stayed musty from graves while I pretended not to care

I don't know if I was there for her, or how she felt that last morning.
My memory lapses with that of the child I was then into dreams of gray
I don't know the pain of death, if it is worse to leave or know you are leaving
I don't know if she found peace or her heart broke for me or because of me.

Sorrow swells as the memories fade in, filling that well with blackness
I know that if I don't fall, it will rise up to suffocate me again
If I jump I will lose myself and never find you to say goodbye
My memory lapses, I think I jumped, did I tell her goodbye?

I fear my grief. Grief is all, nothing before or after exists.
I fear that grief will over shadow my mind and I won't be there
I fear that this sorrow will rob me of the words to say I love you
I fear despair will take my soul and this time I'll have nothing left of home.

How do I ask you to share this life with me when I don't know if I'll survive your death?
How do I ask you to live each day and don't let me run when I ran from her?
How do I ask you to believe in me and don't fear when I fear myself?
How do I ask you to comfort me when I'm too afraid to comfort you?


I never asked her to hold me again, to comfort, because she was the one dying.
What right do I have to ask the sick to comfort the healthy, the dead the living?	
And how could I, being the first spirit to die, ask the ones who speak of life still
to comfort the shell I left behind while theirs decays before my eyes? 
There are no comforts to sooth the guilt of living, but forgiveness will birth new life.



Details | I do not know? | |

The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!


Details | Rhyme | |

You Were A Friend

You were a friend,
I couldn’t ask for more,
Now that we’ve reached the end,
You walked out the door.
I know what you don’t,
You have forgotten.
Admit it, (I won’t)
I think about you so often.
I wanted to keep
Memories in a jar,
So when I sleep
Better times wouldn’t be so far.
Our friendship is gone
But the past still lingers,
The Sun’s rise at dawn
Erases times that were better.
You were a friend,
‘That’ I would forget,
Times were different then,
I wish we never met…


Details | Ballad | |

WHO WILL

On solid familiar fertile ground
My humbled set of feet stand
I work diligently avoiding demand

Total Independence, I tried and found
Trials and problems, I did mount
Indeed like a boxer, I pound and been pound
A fight not in ring but on land

There are teardrops in my eyes
There are laughter and smiles you saw
There are shoutouts I said in law
There are memories I leave raw

Who will come to cherish these?
Who will come to pass these?
Who will come and do the same?
Not for money, power or fame

By: 
olive_eloi
12:05 pm
01/13/2014

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 Thank you so much for reading my composition… 
God bless us always….. >> Olive Eloisa ? 


Details | Free verse | |

My Sister's Collage

I found it behind an old tool bench,
water stained and curled on the corners,
looking as forgotten as an out-of-luck beggar. 
But, like in the beggar's eyes, there was a past
that was once full of hope and still warm memories.
The college collage of collective consolations;
hugs from home for the lonely days,
those that come in the "in-between" years
when sometimes we just - want to be a kid again.
There were half unglued photos of home and vacations
and clips of Elvis and Ricky Nelson;
the Beatles, Stones and a peace sign.
Ha, in the corner there was an old photo
of me kissing her on the cheek (Mom said to).
I was seven and she was just six.
Funny, I didn't even think she liked me much...


Details | I do not know? | |

Dusty Memories

amidst my walls
a discolored rose
a wedding photo
a collection of memories
 
a discolored rose
a moment of mourning
as fragile as life
 
a wedding photo
of lovers once parted
united in the beyond
 
a collection of memories
coalesce together
a collage of juncture
 
 
 
 i found this form online and wanted to experiment with it...
 
Trimeric
Trimeric \tri-(meh)-rik\ n: a four stanza poem in which the first stanza has four lines and 
the last three stanzas have three lines each, with the first line of each repeating the 
respective line of the first stanza.  The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.


Details | Sonnet | |

One Soul

Stones crash and shatter
Architecture annihilated 
Atrophy lie their empire
Fated souls separated

Nomadic in pursuit
Forlorn hearts in quest
Amour of absolute
A lifetime possessed

Dimensions of eternity
They cry into space
Dreaming of a fantasy
Fading memory of an embrace

A fated meeting binds them whole
Two halves, of one soul


Details | Quatrain | |

The Royal Crown

What birth pains are these
The kind that bring no peace
It seems no one is pleased
Until someone leaves



©2014 Honestly JT


Details | Personification | |

Drawn in Harmony

The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines. 
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next 
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm. 
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins 
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce 
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore. 

At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's 
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't 
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the 
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost 
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about 
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and 
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking 
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when 
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the 
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man, 
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going. 
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open 
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went 
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration 
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this 
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of 
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures, 
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air. 
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned? 
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.


Details | Ballad | |

William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .


Details | Terza Rima | |

Fading Memories

There are ripples moving along the way Making mini waves flowing on the sea They go down and away from where I sway Brilliant, the moon shows that I am empty Piercing more wavelets as it goes along Until there’s only chaos which leaves me I don’t see the ripples here to prolong Nothing at all but dead space exists there Not a sound carries across the large throng Space is vast holding true to what I dare As I get older the wavelets don’t form Causing this space to go and find despair I can’t think straight now, I’m fogged up inside There’s not a breeze, it is calm here besides
Russell Sivey Form Terza Rima or Diaspora Sonnet Contest: Terza Rima Sonnet Contest Sponsor: craig Cornish 7/10/2013


Details | Couplet | |

November

My old home town, 12 years old and playing in the hay
preparing feed as I waited for sunrise, that fateful day
The suns warm rays broke the dark crispness of my world
Just as if windblown leafs,  the rays of light began to whorl

It nudged life, to wake from sleep, on this November day
Then painted my world in colors, instead of moonlit gray
Thankful to see the sun, tend animals, I didn’t disobey
I cleaned up, caught the bus, to learn at school this day

A simple, wonderful life, in a world that's about to change
As we listened, we learned our ideas aren't so strange
My teacher's and classes are great but, I must confess
we'd see movies, even watch TV, but not to an excess

After lunch I had history, maybe he had a movie to see
But, in class he looked sad as I heard the intercom key
"Our President has been shot, teachers turn on your TV"
As we watched tears flowed, it wasn't a movie we'd see

Learning of fear, uncertainty, hope and prayer I bereave
That life is like a roller coaster, on this day, as we grieve
My world and life changed this day, seeing life so brutal
Was it pointless to live free, an effort seemingly so futile?

I struggled with this many years, then in 1969, I choose
It's better to die free, than live in fear of what you oppose



A fragment of my life.


Started writing this for Broken Wings contest
but, I lost track of time


Details | Free verse | |

ONCE UPON A LIFETIME

ONCE UPON A LIFETIME

I came unaware; a heartbeat 
comfortable in place 
forced onto existence 
on a starry night 
before the light began.

time opened up 
and reality flew by
on a memory tapestry
Interwoven signed and
sealed as a solitary life 

from the beginning
to the end, all was  
destined to be remembered
by thoughts alone
creations of vanity
shared in a connected 
cosmic consciousness 
we can only guess at.

CAK 3-25-2013


 SYNOPSIS

From birth to death
Life is a creation of unknown origin
intertwined and interrelated
with all earthly things.
existing in the end,
only in memory


Details | Narrative | |

L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | I do not know? | |

It's amazing what therapy brings up

The mind is an amazing key
With the right guidance words will trigger memories
From anger and rage to double personalities
Emotions will rise like the oceans tides  

Your muscles will twitch with every cellular connection
Hurt, denial abandonment too
Like a looking glass into the past everything is a reflection of you
And not everything you see will be rosy and clean

Tears and overwhelming fears our bodies remember the slightest infraction
Our habits and beliefs play a major role too
Pain and suffering are a big part of what makes us do the things that we do
Without remorse or a second thought we push things to the back of our minds

But all through our lives we can feel something is just not right
We search for those answers like a child playing hide and seek
Sometimes we will get hints and images to help us remember and think
We’ll catch a glimpse from another life as it rises to the top

Like the coming attractions of new movies your mind plays them through the night 
You’ll see your kids, wife and family but as soon as you zoom in to see you
Everything fades to white and suddenly your heart starts beating faster
All the rage and anger start rising up again

Each memory triggers another memory it’s a never ending process 
And it’s not an easy path however when you consider the alternative
And you look at the life you have so far lead it is kind of like neo in the Matrix
Once you take that pill there is no going back. 

You realize the program you’ve been following has been sabotaging you since birth
It’s a negative dysfunction that only supports your inevitable destruction
Debilitating thoughts that are is still playing from long, long ago
These idea’s became part of your core belief and it’s time to let them go!!..

Abusing yourself no longer serves you its time to learn how to heal
Gently open up your heart and allow people to help you feel
As I read my own words I envision a group of healers circling me with compassion
Each one in the there own way helping me to release these toxic fears

I’ve been poisoned by my own family from generation to generation
And I fought for years to stay positive but their abusive habits still affected me deeply
through their yelling, screaming and verbal attacks that numbed me in my years
I am uncertain what saved me but it could’ve been that angel I’d seen holding me dear


Details | Free verse | |

To a Beautiful Stranger

Id like to think about the time when we first met,
Sometime about a year ago,
The words we said, our first exchange of hello's,
Something about, you know

I saw you just about all the time,
And suddenly because of you I was smiling again,
Though I can't seem to say when
You brought back the sunshine into my life,
unknowingly..accidentally

And though it's hard to define certain things,
Even now it is still confusing,
what am I to you..
but I know what you are to me
And how much I care about you..

But I must hide the love in my heart,
Beneath a laughing face.
And though you think I probably never cared,
I doubt anyone can ever take your place...

I miss you so much..


5.18.11


Details | Rhyme | |

An Amulet of Peace

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An AR16 rifle in my hands….
Seemed like such a paradox,
In the paddies and jungles of Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
A man’s life was in my hands….
That life was not only mine,
While trying to survive in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
Hoping for guidance by God’s hand….
Ignore our sin, keep us alive and safe,
While fighting in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
My duffel bag in my hand….
After 13 months, I was going home,
No more to fight in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace hung ‘round my neck,
An Honorable Discharge in my hand….
Only to be spat upon, called ‘baby killer’,
By ‘peaceniks’ against the war in Vietnam.

An amulet of peace no longer hung ‘round my neck,
The challenge of a new life was at hand….
Found love, happiness and some success,
And tried not to think of Vietnam.

Again, that same amulet of peace hangs ‘round my neck;
And I hope my friends all understand….
I want our courageous young men and women
Out of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Details | Ballad | |

You Had Me From Hello

You live a million miles away
So far across the sea
Still I search the reason why
Fate brought you here to me

I never dreamed I’d feel this way
From just one night with you
And always I’ll be wondering
If you still feel it too

If I could turn the hands of time
Or change the rivers flow
You wouldn’t drift away from me
I wouldn’t let you go

I live a lie of happiness
So no one sees my pain
Because I fear forever more
I won’t see you again

Time will pass and tears will fall
But still I won’t forget
For you’re the one night in my life
I never will regret

Memories and dreams
Are all that’s left to hold on to 
But while I hold the dream 
Someone else is holding you

You were my “Once in a Lifetime”
The moment of truth in my lies
Never will I find again
What I found when I looked in your eyes

My dreams are what keep me going
And I can’t wait to turn out the light
In sleep is when I am with you
And I don’t want to miss you tonight

I'm now just a memory in your past
You'll think of once in a while
But somehow, I know each time you do
My memory will make you smile

I'll always be your Juliet
And you, my Romeo
Always I'll be waiting
Because you had me from hello...


By Raina Hutchins


Details | Bio | |

A Man Stood Part III

 
A Man Stood part III Story/poem A man stood by his window, thinking of what went wrong. He was old and alone. He has two daughters, but they don't get along with him. the one close to him, hasn't talked to him in over two years. He tries to concentrate now on his new found daughter - But she has a life of her own. In nine years since we found him - she has seen him five times. She talked to him on and off on the phone, but not much. I saw him four times. He had changed a lot. He said that he wished that I would live there close to him. I lived over 1000 miles away and to my husband - I was faithful. In 2006 he ask to meet my husband. He wanted to know what, kind of man I had married. I told him, I had married a good man. We had to go up there for my granddaughter's wedding, so we went to see him. My husband also wanted to meet him too. To my surprise, they liked each other. To me that was strange, but then - life is strange. My husband and I came back home. Both of them kepted on talking on the phone. I talked to him too on and off. In November of 2009 Thanksgiving Day, my husband passed away. That was a very hard year for me, since I had heart surgery, earlier in the year. My daughter and I went up North to see the family in 2010. We stopped by to visit with him. He told me then how much he had loved me and how he had made a mistake many years ago. But the past can not be changed. I never saw him again. We all have a date with destiny. He passed away three days after Thanksgiving in 2012. Sometimes he would sit by his window too. This man was the love of my life, but our love could never be. now I will end this chapter of my life. A man won't stand, or sit by his window anymore. The end...
01/2013 written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: All that is written here is true and part of my Life. When you reach a certain age, you have to have a past and a story to tell. The first two chapters I had already written, but I needed to write one more. This was very hard for me to do. I hope you have enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.


Details | Free verse | |

A Collage Of Tears

~

I threw it in the garbage not long ago
It had not changed in many years
A collection of dreams and thoughts
Displayed on a board in calm tranquility
Not really a reflection of my troubled life
I had decorated it with butterflies and flowers
With happy pictures of those I loved
Their smiles did not bring me happiness
But a reminder of what is engraved in stone
Of what I have lost in this journey
A collage once held dear to my heart
Poetry, art, family, adventure, quotes, ideas
All beautifully assembled in groups
It included inspiring clippings and pictures
Things I wanted to accomplish in life
Nothing had changed in years and years
I often said to myself, I really should work on it
I never did and each time I walked by
It only shattered my very soul
One day I torn apart each lost memory and idea


________________________
September 28, 2013


Free Verse


For the contest, A Collage Held Dear, Craig Cornish 






Details | Rhyme | |

Cure Mine of The Dark

You’ll write a beautiful melody,
If it’s truly from the heart.
So first I’ll find the remedy,
To cure mine of the dark.
But holy light and blind eyes,
Are keeping me apart,
From the answers, to the questions,
that are making things so hard.

Find me a sin,
You think that I wouldn’t commit.
And use it to begin,
To make me laugh again. 
Find me a loose end,
I don’t know how to tie.
Sometimes I wish for the truth,
But all I get are lies. 

I don’t need the good life,
I just want a sliver.
You say always go for gold but I,
I’m fine with a lining that’s silver.
I can live with a just a hand to hold,
But who could love a sinner?
Maybe I can hide inside the dark,
So turn the lights down dimmer. 

I said find me a sin,
You think that I wouldn’t commit.
And use it to begin,
To make me laugh again. 
Find me a loose end,
I don’t know how to tie.
Sometimes I wish for the truth,
But all I get are lies. 


Details | Acrostic | |

TALE

T he story of two brothers who fought for their country,

A ll wars did they fight with valour to victory,

L ife did give them honour and ranks,

E nd of the day life gave them only sorrows and regrets.

A~D


Details | Tanka | |

Fishing in Black Sea

Fishing in Black Sea
We found the old emeralds
The tears of lovers
In hope to cover the Earth:
Adorno`s  imperative


Details | Free verse | |

My Living Sister

That place where memories linger
beyond the towering pines

Where a limb held swing 
Once tethered on higher hopes
That stretched the ropes
On laughter that knew no bounds 

That place where memories linger 
Just there beyond the pines

And on that minute past, 
when all of light turn dark alas
And time and weather hungered ever
That wood and rope 
could not last

But out such things did  
a goodness hold
on laughter swung out 
fearless, bold
higher, ever higher!
to time and weather 

That place where memories linger
Just there beyond the pines -


Details | Rhyme | |

One Last Toast

I think that I shall have a drink 
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this life is really for. 

Giving, taking, making, breaking 
lonely hearts club band;
reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching 
blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands.

I think that I shall have a stink
and tell the world before I blink 
that all is well as well can be 
So kiss my glass and bow to me.  

Just below my drunken stem
Connected to my brain, my friend
You know the one that makes you bumble 
and people laugh each time you stumble.

Down upon your royal spot
Licking your wounds with all you've got
Until you get right back up again
With a head that aches & pounds & spins.

And I think that I shall pour another
in honor of my departed mother 
and dad as well who passed away
Here's to where they are today. 


Be they high up in the sky 
Or somewhere quite unfathomed
Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams 
And the completely unimagined.

Where now I reek & no longer speak
from too much of this brew 
where the ice is melting rapidly 
on folks like me and you. 

So one last toast before we're ghosts 
and life was a sweet chardonnay...
Here's to those who brought us here 
And all their love along the way. 


 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





Details | Ballad | |

WHEN I 'M GONE

The dawning of the sun 
And the cry of the ocean 
The blooded-like rays of the sunset 
Full of loneliness and casted by scarlet 

The fall of the leaves 
Someone will soon to leave 
In the midst of the darkest place 
I feel the warmth of an embrace 

I am being used throughout the years 
Now searching for pure love tears 
I can hear now the march of the battalion 
The mark of my ruination 

I am longing to see this paradise 
Where my sun used to rise 
I misses the sweetest scents of the flowers 
While singing the lyrics of the proverbs 

By the love vested by my birth land 
My time comes to its end 
For that butterfly says goodbye 
My loveliest tears for my love before I 'll die


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Rhyme | |

The Old School Building

The old school building from childhood
Changed now ~a nursing home
Laughter echoes "pon the warm breeze
Children some now don't roam

Years separated me from here
The building has improved
The grounds are much the same as then
Gone are see-saws that moved

Gone is the fun merry-go-round
Where accidents happened
Life as a whole has surely changed
Thinking of those actions

Life sometimes goes full circle
This school from years bygone
Ancestors whose offsprings in home
Once lived, learned, and moved on


Details | I do not know? | |

My Life Story - Part 1 - The Early Years

Well I was born a bouncin' baby boy,

On June 23rd in Danville Illinois. ( Ill-i-noy - the s is silent)

 

My mom will never forget that special date,

Back in the year of '68.

 

Another birth in September of '70,

Ending in heart-wrenching tragedy.

 

My sister would've been my friend and pal,

But she didn't make it through the birth canal.

 

I would've been her big brother just two years older,

Mom was heart broken - didn't get to hold her.

 

Trying to write this is making me cry,

I can't stop thinking "Why God? Why?

 

Why did you take this bundle of love?

Did you need another angel above?

 

Well something good happened in August '72,

My mom married the only dad I ever knew.

 

I may not be of his own flesh and blood,

But he still called me "Son" and "Bud".

 

My dad adopted me and gave me the family name.

He treated us all one and the same.

 
- Love you mom ! -

- In loving memory of my sister (08/25/1970) also

- In loving memory of my dad (07/08/1947 - 01/16/2005)

I started this poem with the intentions of making it part of a

My Life Story collection of poetry. I'm not sure if I will continue

on with this intention or not. Should I decide to continue on with

My Life Story, the next stage will be concerning my childhood - and

the problems I went through as a young child.


Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part VI

                                                                   6.

                                                   Miracles and Miseries

The world resolved itself back into focus
As I lay amid the swarm of monitors
Still gulping the sword that brought me breath.

The worst now past
Many small miseries remained,
Chief among them the continuing mystery
Of my flooded, struggling lungs.

Finally I breathe well enough for the sword to be removed,
But the tests go on and on
The birth of each day bearing forth
Its own fresh indignity.

They give up guessing and haul me down again
To be opened anew and read for signs.

On the day this is done
The invisible agents of death outside
Decide to mock their pursuers
By leaving a tarot card at that day's shooting site.

They chose the Death card, of course
Revealing how little those 
Who choose to play God games really know
About the mystical.

Dreaming of omnipotence through dealing death
The unseen assassins miss their own meaning;
For this card signals change, the ending of present things.
They have unwittingly declared their game will soon be over,
Predicting their own demise.

Meanwhile the doctors make their own spread of me
And come up blank again.

     Once more I return to I.C.U.,
     Held together with staples.

     Once more the little agonies ensue:
     The sitting, the turning, the testing.

By night they come for my blood.
By day they come for  tests.
Always, in the background, the quiet moanings
Of we, the damned, condemned to medical Limbo
Roll on with the blind passage of hours and days.

     The English nurse comes, all brightness and bubble
     To heave my fragile self about;
     She's a welcome break in the monotony
     As my sustainers come and go.

Again the busy bedside conferences
And again the final admission
That all their probings have led down blind alleys.

A last-ditch effort is finally proposed:
Direct drainage of the drowning lungs.
To them this seems as a grasping at straws,
But to me it seems the one sensible solution,
And I look forward to it eagerly.
My inner mantra of "This too shall pass"
Is wearing thin.

Like a Christian martyr of old,
They pierce my back with their lance,
And the sea within that is drowning me
Finds its way out.

As the noxious waters within rush out,
Air surges into my grateful lungs.
From this moment, recovery becomes the new reality.

As I recover,
Indiscretion leads to capture 
Of the unseen terrormakers.

To the astonishment of all, 
They prove to be a dignified looking black man
And his enthralled protege' -
No prior convictions, no history of trouble 
Attached to them at all.

This is how our modern Destroyers come calling.
Well dressed, well spoken models of propriety.


Details | Quatrain | |

Voice of the rejected

From the pits of society's regards
I hear a cry.
Subtly breathing into oblivious hearts,
an anonymous sigh.

Singing melodious sorrows,
a still, small voice in the darkness.
A drum of war to whom luxury bestows,
yet a beacon for kindness.

Discarded bones regain their flesh
and the mindless their searches cease,
replaced by justice's harmony fresh
and the laughter of the heartless decrease. 

A cry still ringing
louder and louder to be elected
in the court of hearing,
the voice of the rejected.


Details | Questionku | |

Vanity

Vanity Upon Vanity

Morning arrives...
Evening takes over
Can't the day stops changing?

Mother born you...
You gave birth to us
Where are your ancestors?

Graveyard here calls...
Your family now run
Why do they stop to love?


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries

The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.

Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,

Buddha, 
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
sermons preached,
and a million sins confessed.

Though,

the essence,
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
grandiose edifices,
that serve Religion Inc.

"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
conveniently discarded,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
stings.
stabs,
whispers still,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.

Buddha,
Jesus,
Moses,
Muhammad,
Ram.

The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
persists,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,

for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.


Details | Rhyme | |

Delightful Deceit

Like a withering flower in the fall
The emptiness and sorrow surfaces
Through the winter I shall suffer the ice
Waging war against myself
The memory and essence of her will entice

Death is but in the past
I have long fallen to the shade in black
After the struggles and trials of life
A heart and soul is what I lack

A kiss and a hug is a memory of a fading youth
A simple notch in a bedpost is all I am
Carved by her smile and her grace
The devil has appeared in my life
Represented by her deceiving face

Tossed to the curb like a piece of trash
Even my name ceases to exist
A few lines in a local newspaper
The beating of my heart makes the list

So take these words from me
Because they are all I have left
Ever piece of me has been stolen
She has committed the ultimate theft


Details | Haiku | |

WHITE NIGHT LOVERS

                           WHITE NIGHT LOVERS

                        your shadow calls in moonlight
                        sweet breath of Cedar 
                        Fills me with winter longing

                        sun and moon
                        white night celebrates
                        each embrace


Victoria Anderson-Throop
Valdez, Alaska


Details | I do not know? | |

Ignored Breath

Sweet breath of steaming treats traveled

through the diner, the streets, lingered

and was ignored by all

but one. A lone little girl with dirt

upon her nose. Savory juices ran

down laughing chins, dripping

with the ending rains.

Her trembling fingers flicking

little dots of mold.  Standing beneath

 wondrous sights, dancing stars,

and the full moon's light,

the poor girl ate.  Tricked

by  whispering breath she smiled.

Every swallow savored

she stepped into the night.


Details | I do not know? | |

Forgetfulness x-x

Oh no!! I forgot – I had a plate of dessert In the cool freezer Oh no!! Dad forgot – He left his blue bowl of fruit On the clean counter!


Details | I do not know? | |

My Love

my love...

my love blossoms amidst the thunder

across the oceans and the beyond the seas

my love reaches out and touches

the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees

my love is simple
with profound feelings of yearning desire

my love rages within
the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire

my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge

that in the spring it takes root and it will flower

my love breathes in the light fragrance

of her hair after her warm and delicate shower

my love remembers drowning in her eyes

of those ethereal moments frozen forever more

my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock

each minute apart stabbing at my very core

my love she knows I need her so

for she needs me just as much

my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch

as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow

my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being

my love for her is held onto deep inside

for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation

my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside

my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep

and that is the feeling that I shall cherish

a feeling of love that has settled in me 

a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Knowing me, Knowing you

Another time, another place
Brothers in arms we would be
Battles fought, and battles won
Another song to sing, as we dance away


Details | Suzette Prime | |

Grampy's Stories

beautiful tales of the past
woven lovingly
the beautiful lies
bright fiction spun on imagination's loom
a knee
which I gladly rode from fantasy to doom
beautiful pale blue
behind cloudy eyes I'd find
tales with which to carry on the golden thread that binds
"There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds"*

*The quote from William Chesterton




Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


Details | Rhyme | |

Ear Plug


Details | I do not know? | |

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims

The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.


When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,

ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,

does Allah not recoil in horror,

to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.

Where is the indignation,

the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,

where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,

where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,

where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,

where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.

14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,

her crime?

Advocating the rights of girls to an education.

Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.

Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.

Shame on me,
for my inaction,

Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,

yet are conspicuously silent,

when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,

by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.

Not in my name!

Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,

Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,

Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,

left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,

not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,

not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
to see!

To see,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,

as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.

I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,

yet I fear,

that I shall write more of this,

unless we stand up and say 'no more',

I fear that I shall be writing this again,

until we all,

reclaim the true principles of humaneness,

until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of rage,
of fanatical insanity,

I fear I shall be writing this again,

and,

until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,

NOT IN MY NAME!

Or else I shall have nothing,

but my unending shame.



(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)


Details | Lyric | |

When you felt alone

There was a time you felt alone, 
A time you thought the world had ended and nobody will find you 
A time when the dark cloud had fallen to your head and no light could illuminate your path, 
When the rivers over flowed their banks and ruptured that cute smile of yours and left you wry for a moment 
You prayed for better days with a bitter voice 
Hoping to see light when all that appeared was a blurred void 
For a moment there was silence during your presence 
Your heart stopped from thudding like a gong 
Your tears stuck on replay like a song 
Nobody could see what you where going thru due to failure of realizing a wrong 
Death being your obsession 
You surely felt no happiness for a while in your possession 
As feeling alone was one of your greatest depressions 
'Harsh the pain' your mind could say but your heart couldn't heal from that severe collapse 
You needed someone to give you props 
Someone to caresses u, and someone to wipe your tear drops 
Someone who won't point out at your wrongs, but try to correct your faults 
Someone who would say, 'thru thick and thin I will be there for you till your heartache stops' 
But all you had was a memory 
A memory that linked you to the past 
The past when your world had ended 
How it ended something you never wanted to remember 
A remembrance that made u feel alone 
Alone because of loosing yourself to the world 
The world that brought misery to your life 
A life that was better with no love 


Details | Free verse | |

Within the far off landscapes of a dream

Within the the far off landscapes of a woven dream
where the mind crosses the void of rationality
into surreality
and the imagination flows
bends and winds like a mountain stream
that we sail and journey upon
through the curtain of the unconscious
to release our deepest hopes and desires
that transpire
drawn from the rich tapestry of life.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | ABC | |

Someone Elses Life

I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | I do not know? | |

Memories

Memories are sweet, they remind me
Of how things used to be.
But I don’t know why they make me cry
Maybe because you are not nearby…
I never asked for memories, I only asked for you
To stand by me, to see me through
But maybe I had asked for too much
Maybe there exists no ‘utopia’ as such
But I am not hanging on to the past
I have let it go so fast
Moved on, I really have
Trying to be strong, trying to be brave
I know I will make it through  
But of this aching heart, what do I do?
I don’t blame you, I never have
I guess I was too naive to appreciate what I had
But the void inside me still cries out
But there is no one to even hear me shout
Tears are silent, they say
Yet the make the pain go away
But will I ever let the pain go?

Even when we were together,
There were tears and there was laughter
Told myself you were best for me
Don’t know why I felt lonely in your company
Maybe it’s good that everything’s over
But the memories, I know will last forever
You never even asked if we could be friends
That way maybe I could have made some amends?
I know not, why I still yearn for you
Even though the mask I wear cries out otherwise
From this pain, for me, there’s no reprise
I will always have you in my heart
And love you as much as I did in the start
Wish I could have you in my life too
But all I have are these memories to rue… ?



Details | Senryu | |

The Kids of Divorce

Mom and Dad divorce; the kids are damaged for life; but some are relieved.


Details | Lyric | |

Memories

I'm blinded by this feeling not understanding the meaning of things that life deals us. Why do we go through things that cause pain? With nothing left but memories. 
Scarred hearts yet broken and I'm lost in my good memories.  
Smiling to myself, like I'm crazy.
I'm trying to hold a positive attitude disputing with my feelings.
It’s hard trying to find something to stand for until your dreams are crushed and then your rushed by decisions your will regret.
So hard to forget...
But yet great things come to those waiting in the darkness alone
Protecting this heartbeat at all times, feeling like you only get one chance, and it’s the hardest until thoughts flood your mind. The night of that perfect dance, do you remember?  You were happy for that moment and looking into their eyes.  Maybe it was that touch to the knee from that special someone that made you nervous and yet warm inside. Maybe your moment was felt with a kiss that brought tears to your eyes.  Or that conversation that you never wanted to end, six hours later, lying in bed watching the sunrise.  
Make it last forever because memories that touch the heart never cease.  Freed from the blame games and if it’s all the same I love my happy thoughts without the past of broken hearts and dreams lost.  
Can't you see I'm standing here maybe for the moment.  I'm alone without the tears in my eyes but my soul cried.  Poetry explains it perfectly ...I’m fighting and dealing with so much and I'm not much of a man without pain and happiness.  I've learned the best lessons taught. Yes I'm thankful, brought to my knees because I can share my happy memories. In our lifetime we all hope to shine. Whether it be with the stars in the sky or in someone’s eyes.  Keep your good memories close, along with positive thoughts bringing your hopes for a better future, maybe even making your day worth looking forward too.  No penny thoughts here just my memories that are and forever will be my own peaceful poetic verses giving life to my heart.


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Do Not Delay

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Tattered curtains in the wind
A path you soon rescind
Echoes of silence in the halls
Shadows dance upon the walls
Her door off its frame
Search, call her name
Terror brings you to your knees
Your gut twisting with unease

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Screams burn outside
The attack worldwide
Determined to find her
Afraid of what may occur
Heart breaks at the thought
When nearby a gun is shot
Running wild in the night
Praying it’ll be alright

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray

Words still engraved
Your soul enslaved
Memories on your mind
Apocalypse of mankind
Her love you dearly miss
The unforgettable last kiss
Feeling her last breath
As she welcomed death

Remember that day
Your memory set to replay
Remember that day
When your life was astray
Remember that day 
When she faded away
When you were unable to say
What your heart wish to convey


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Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


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I Hope You Know I'll Always Love You

I am what you call a hopeless 
romantic,
But im also a lost lovers cause, my 
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts 
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love 
me
She holds the heart to another and 
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she 
wants, not even when it comes to 
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy 
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I 
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless 
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast, 
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a 
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the 
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in 
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be 
the same
Finally saying it out loud as tears run 
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked 
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said 
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be 
the same,
No one can seem to bring back that 
flame,
Because a love likes ours comes 
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who 
your with 
I mean I only wrote this as I heard 
exchanging “I love you” flow from 
each of your lips.


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Morning, Apocalypse Now : A Tribute to a Vietnam Veteran

Untitled 5
(My Uncle: Good Morning, Apocalypse Now)

My uncle doesn't speak much
about Vietnam or the stuff
he witnessed when he 
was just a boy. See,
he likes to drive the back roads fast 
and honk at random cars that pass.
His friendly gestures always lead to how
he grew up compared to kids now. 

Jumping and racing trains on the tracks
became dodging bullets and carrying his buddy on his back.
The marshes and dirt valleys here
became the forests and trenches of the military frontier. 

Last year, my sister donned his jacket
a fatigued fatigue that hung in his closet. 
In color and memory darkened,
kept out of sight for fear it would harken
the PTSD he's stuggled to avoid. 

He saw his brothers, young like him
to Vietnam succumb
while on American soil
and he promised he would never speak,
for fear his stomach would coil, 
when remembering rice - a dish he no longer enjoys.
And there's no orange on his clothes to remind him of the agent that destroyed.

When he speaks a calm 
"Good morning", I wonder if he's thinking of Vietnam
or if he knows
that I admire his strength and 
bravery and how 
he continually fights against 
the "Apocalypse Now".


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Live To Be Timeless

They say that life is short

With different lengths for everyone 

Some are gone before they start living

And some before they are done


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


With a path on each side

Motionless at a crossroads

Not knowing which step

Would lessen the load


Do it tomorrow

Leave it til later

Put it off for now

The stalling gets greater


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


How can I live

Without having regret

And be content

On the day I meet death


Tomorrows troubles 

Still far away

Takes away my happiness

And my smiles for today


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


Plans that are large

The height of one's dreams

Could distance you from the now

Then the now can't be seen


The night follows the day

As the day follows the night

Try and live in each

Of the moments in sight


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


I may be taken tomorrow 

My life could disappear

Not afraid of tomorrow

I'll handle it when it's here


But today I'm alive

And I've overcome my fears

And I'll reach for that star

Every day of all my years


Some live for the day, Some live for the month

Some live to be timeless, and second to none


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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


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Wine painted lips

Wine painted lips
Lips the sun had kissed
Left a black mark 
Later became a scar.
It didn’t spoil her beauty
I did what I did this was my duty.
She was my dream
She became my wife, my moonbeam.
We broke many hearts
Not to be apart.
I showed her the way
Just for her to stay.
We drove million miles
Together we smiled.
She is there and I am here
This I didn’t plan
We ended up in tears.


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Body Surfing

Most days I go to the beach.  I like to sit
in the warm sand and watch the waves.

Like a parking lot, the beach is heaving
with day trippers who have come to play.

Mostly I like to watch the body surfers,
as they maneuver and swim out brave.

I have known this rush of speed and foam
crashing over the tops of breaking waves.

But lately I prefer to sit and breathe,
and catch some whiffs of my long lost days.


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A Hospital Stay Part IV

                                                                  4.

                                                        The Slippage

All through the night of the day when the madness began
Fever comes to visit me.
In bed immobile,
Sheets dampen beneath my filthy hair
Shivering/Burning     Shivering/Burning
The night creeps on towards dawn
And no sleep preceeds it.

When at last it comes,
It marks the point at which
     Breathing becomes my sole occupation
     Tests define my days
     I and the medical machines
     Begin to merge.
New lines are attached daily;
Monitors, nutrients, fluids, blood.
In all directions they flow from me
Until my metal caretakers and I are so interconnected
That spongebathing becomes choreography.

     Meanwhile, outside
     Invisible killers roam at will,
     Dealing death and wounds
     Then moving on, like clouds across the sun.
     A seige mentality settles over the entire area
     The shadow of sudden, random death passes over all.

My personal shadow lies upon my lungs,
Quietly, steadily, pressing away my breath.

     The tests go on and on and on
     Blood is drawn 'til veins begin collapsing
     I feel like a prisoner of the Inquisition,
     Sustained solely by the spirit of those
     Good fortune makes my own:
     Wife, Children, Parents, Friends
     - All the best reasons, in short, to live -
     Never fail to help bear me up,
     Feeding me the honor of their concern.

     They fan me when I burn,
     Warm me as I shake with cold,
     Remind me of all the good
     Awaiting my return.

Then at last there fell the evil day
When they moved me back to the higher ward,
The place from which one usually does not return,
Chills washing me like Arctic waters,
Shaking like an epileptic
Fighting the mounting panic
As I gasp shallow breaths
Like a fish hauled aground.

Since that time I've seen it claimed
That suffocation brings the kindest death.

Whoever wrote that 
Had a strange view of kindness.

There followed a hard night of fear and confusion
That passed into a dawn I never saw nor felt.

At some undefined hour they wheel me back to Intensive,
As Gulliver's god slides off the wall ....
And everything comes to full stop.


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RELIVE MY YOUTH

In a cobwebbed dusty corner in a dark attic void of light. Holds the essence of my being thr menories i hold dear. That's brought me where i am today and still nuture my fear.The dolls and movies and magazines the records scarred with age.The tiny five years diary.My private dreams on every page.Mememtoes from vacations packed full of summer fun.Post cards from distant places of trips not yet begun birthday cards and tickets stubs.Treasures dear to only me of value to non but I.There worth prejudged so long ago cherished till the day i die.Every scrap of paper,every letter packed awayholds a very special memory that's with me everyday.And i'll keep that part of my life with me always.Asmy life goes on and years begin to show strain i'll always have a place i can go to relive my youth again.


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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Didactic | |

Stone in your shoe

There’s a stone in your shoe! 
You smile but half smile,
You walk, but feel pain. 
You try to dance, but can’t!
You try to sing, but stammer! 
You try to shake it out, 
But that tiny little stone remains.
A never ending reminder 
That you will never dance with all you heart, 
Or laugh with all you soul, 
Or sing without your stammer. 
You will never relax in conversation 
‘Til you choose to physically remove that stone!
When then and only then...
Could you dance with all your heart, 
Laugh with all your soul, 
And sing without your stammer. 
With only the distant memory of your discomforting pain. 
Only an uncomfortable memory 
From which you can finally find your present peace and comfort.


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Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


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Unbelievable Journey - any subject contest


My mind took the unbelievable  journey
To the reservoir of life
Taking in the mystical  memory
Of the time I walked from strife

Remembering the quadrivial
not sure which track I must avoid
Til i heard the distant voices
Chanting  a pericope in the wind

It was then that I saw it
Lying on the earth
A ligure shining but not brightly
Not showing its worth.



Using the words, : unbelievable, mystical, pericope, ligure, reservoir, quadrivial




Penned 9 July 2013


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Bullets rain tears

Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
 
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
 
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day


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Reflections Of You

When walking a path that you wish to take
A memory of love that never was a mistake
Holding hands with the most of caring person
Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson
Now you share and grow to care for another
And you have created a family with no other
It shows through generations that you have virtue 
Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true
The image of both of you comes to make a new
A new creation of a reflection of you


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part V

                                                                  5.

                                                        The In-Between

     There, in the In-Between,
     No trumpets sound
     No beings clad in gold celestial fire
     Arrive as guides to the heart's desire,
          Only silence falls
     Throughout the velvet deep profound.
     At the In-Between,
          No Savior calls
     For there is naught but nothingness;
     An emptiness entire.

Strangely, I sensed myself suspended
In a nevertime of not-quite-being.

Such was the In-Between, where now I wandered.

As though it had always been,
I felt myself afloat, adrift
Upon some frigid river full of ice
Which had no source and knew no end,
That traveled 'round and 'round and back again upon itself
Rising and falling over distant hills and bearing me with it
- Or rather, what was left of me -
Along in its meaningless, endless circuit.

Nor dark nor light intruded.
Vision compassed only what might be envisioned,
Images forming and fading
Within the little cavern of my skull.

Voices without discernable words.
Murmmerings within the waters.

Something like a sword
Was lodged down my throat.
I gagged upon it, over and over;
Unseen hands would withdraw it, then shove it down again.

The main thought flickering in my head
As I lay in this place
Was of how I seemed to have become some frail remnant
Of whatever I once was.
No longer did I have that sense of flesh
Containing the shape of me,
Nor the feel of muscle, nor the bone beneath.
I felt I had somehow been rendered
Some modern scientific wonder,
A creature flayed alive yet living
In some embryonic form, possessed of such shape as it could claim
By virtue of a remaining mass of nervous tissue;
A minimalist miracle
Preserved in a nutrient bath by the power and will
Of a conclave of white smocked High Priests of medicine.

Strangest of all, perhaps
Was that this perception of my fate
Occasioned in me not horror, 
But rather a regretful sadness.
"What will they tell my wife?" I sighed in my mind.

     Yet, by slow degrees the feel of the outward world
     Stole in upon my little hell of shapelessness.
     The throbbing thing I seemed to have become
     Refleshed itself somehow,
     Though the sword in its throat remained.

Distant voices resolved into speech again,
And as they did I felt myself begin moving again
'Round and 'round as before, still on circuit
But no longer floating on ice.
Now, instead, I seemed lain on some unseen track
Circling through a low-roofed sandstone cavern.

When I passed the band of light 
That marked the faroff entrance of this cave,
I would hear the voice of that Boy Who Would Be Our King
Exhorting the Disunited Nations
To join his crusade to punish his chosen scapegoat
For an evil he had helped loose upon the world.
The long silences that followed his harangues
Revealed the skepticism of his audience.

     I could sense that a long roll call of the dead
     Would soon be scrolling past the world's collective eyes,
     Be his call accepted or no;
     This was for show, decisions had already been made.

I regained perception of how dangerous things were becoming out there,
Out there where I'd lost my way, to stumble into this place,
How long ago I could no longer recall.

I knew this to be its nature, though
And as well that this was where I belonged, Out There
Where the only source of peace or peace of mind
Was the hope we wove between ourselves
With threads of unstoppable possibilities
The human way spins for itself.

I knew where I belonged, and reached out for it.

     I came back to be within
     The folds of all I love
     To seek the mystic shine of life
     Expressed in friends, relations, wife
     Awaiting my return.
     I began to climb Above
     Back to where all hopes begin
     To where desires brightly burn
     Until their ash shines whiter than
     The purer feathers of the dove.


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Last Goodbye

Pages of my life turn by
Pictures in my mind survive
Memories in my heart flow
The chapters with you are closed

Children all grown with children of their own
Houses from small to big to small were home
Living was filled with laughter and tears
Days passed so quickly into years

God Bless the day I first met you
With one look I always knew
You were the one I loved, you were made for me
Now I am left with our precious memories

Those days when bills went unpaid
But somehow we always managed to save
That old Chevy that had to last one more year
Our first home our first child erased all our fears

We had each other and we were strong
Together we thrived, life was our song
I stand by your grave with misty eyes
I close our book with my last goodbye.






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A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more


Details | I do not know? | |

Day is Young

The day is young he said to me
Lead the life you live and be free
So I lived in that day 
The world embraced me with warm and open arms 
That day was young and well lived
Once that day was over
I then asked him
Now that this day is done
 What was I to learn from it
The day is a memory 
He said to me
To hold forever in your heart
You have learned that
In the passing of something great
Though you’ll be saddened by the loss
You will always have the warm memory in your heart
So the day may be young and will be over soon
Make the most of it and don’t regret
There is nothing to loose 


Details | Free verse | |

Healing mountain

Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.

I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
free from
stress and anxiety.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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The Rat Race

As a child, I had much to do
Crushed it, when I tried to grew
Participant of the Rat Race, I am
Suddenly everything was scattered away

Now when I try to think of you
And calculate what went wrong
Where was my mind that day?
Why everything went so wrong?

After endless struggle, when I dream
Those equations , cry and scream
My demand curve went wrong way
And that was the end of everything 

The sweet little Tom & Jerry
still playing with no worries
Then my mind cries and says
those days are so far away

Every-time when I think of it
I think as I'm a liar and cheat
After this endless bargaining 
Life ends here.... Screaming


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Apology Song

I just didn’t think, 
Did not allow my thoughts to sink,
In my troubled head,
It seems I was misled,
By a part of me, I yearned to find,
A part of me, I left behind,

Minutes past 11 and seconds to midnight,
As I wandered in the dark, something wasn’t quite right,
I didn’t stop to sit and think these things through,
I didn’t stop to think how it may affect you.
As I analyse from every angle and every part,
I want you to know, just followed my heart.

I just didn’t know, 
Did not know where I was to go,
In my troubled head, 
That little voice I dread,
Told me to go on and not even turn back,
My wisdom buried and everything turned black.

After one train and hours sitting in the cold,
I finally realize I was feeling quite bold,
I knew those next bus rides would create some fear,
But I kept telling myself that I mustn’t shed a tear, while I’m here.
I had to find her before she took her own life,
But she only wanted mine, as I saw her hold that knife.

I just didn’t say, 
Didn’t say if I was okay,
In your troubled head,
You may have thought me dead,
But that voice murmured,
And told me to come back, I replied with one word,
I did come back, and I kept my word,
I kept my promise and I know that she heard.

I just didn’t think,
Did not allow my thoughts to sink,
In my troubled head, 
It seems I was misled,
By a part of me, I couldn’t see,
A part of me, I found in friends and family.

I did run away, and I know I did wrong,
I did run away, and I know I did wrong,
I did run away, and I know I did wrong.

The reasons why, in my apology song,
Listen to this rhyme, my apology song,
This rhyme’s for you, my apology song.


Details | Classicism | |

The Mystery

The Mystery 

of life ... the mystery, of love

Like thieves of destiny, the diamond in the rough stealing moments of wounded brilliance...

Sailing on uncharted waters after the ruins, Rome falls...

The broken Madonna, crumbles the mystery unfolds, giving birth our inward saviors.. 

In the mystery, we find our way out of the grove of blasted oaks...

We trip forward, to find our feet standing again , growing our wombs of creation..

Touch the Velvet darkness, the mysteries of the hidden , the eternal truth....  the wisdom the sound...

We transmute all the crushing blows with indwelling power of a million suns...

The Mystery of love, the mystery of life decoded..

Like the nobles eternal , the spiral of life, 

We claim back our lives...

We claim back our hearts...

For we are mysteries opulent treasures.


Details | Free verse | |

Time travel

I had lost you,
my only reason for breathing,
so I built a machine,
made with heavy tear drops and a broken heart,
wondering will this really work?
I spent so many years building this machine that might cure my heart,
I only have so little time left.

It was finally built after so many years,
I had no idea the time that had passed,
all the tears that had dripped from my heavy eyes,
the blood pumped through my veins from my warned out heart,
but I shall find you again.

I travel to the past and back to the future,
where are you?
as I wheep my soul dry,
on the edge of giving up like a man ready to jump of a cliff,
I gave one last hope and lost myself in my thoughts,
I travelled forever till I had no time,
last breath I had left,
I closed my eyes and saw your face.

I spent all my life travelling,
for what?
when all I had to do was look into my heart because thats where you always were,
right inside my heart,
I smiled as my life ended and I grabbed your hand and we lifted for eternity.


Details | Rhyme | |

A History In Buttons

In a quiet room on a rough-hewn shelf
there sits a filled up mason jar.
I put it there my very self
and it never did get awfully far.

A history of buttons dwells within:
gems of my life told in bits and pieces.
It's a story of me and where I've been:
what memories that jar releases!

Buttons from this and some from that
from uniforms to satin dresses.
I think there's even one from a hat
and who knows what if I had my guesses!

Think I will keep this jar nearby
with all the buttons it can hold.
At times I'll laugh or maybe I'll cry
about those stories yet untold!



for Black-Eyed Susan's "Buttons" contest


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Rhyme | |

Promises

As she held her pretty little friend
She promised it was not the end
Nine little wounds decorate her wrist
Nine little wounds that want to be kissed
One self hating girl took her last shove
One self hating girl that wants to feel love
The pretty little razor held in her hand
Can decide when this pain will end
The pretty little razor touches her ivory skin
Making her nine little wounds now ten
She cries out in pain with each touch
Only because she hates herself too much
One by one ten turns to twenty
She looks down and thinks she has plenty
She looks in the mirror and still hates what she sees
She looks in the mirror and she sees me
She cries when she sees the fat on her bones
She hates how much she's grown
How much bigger she keeps getting
How nothing seems to be fitting
She just wants to be perfect
She just wants the respect
That every thin girl gets
For having visible hips
She wipes away the tears
She hides all of her fears
She puts on that smile 
That will last her awhile
She tucks away the pretty little razor
She promises it's not the last it will see her
She tucks it away
Just like its another day
The smile she must maintain
To hide her everyday pain


Details | Couplet | |

Memory Or Lack Of

                  ~ Memory Or lack Of
Memories are so important, but I can’t remember mine,
I knew I had some once, once upon a time.

I go up the stairs and then I turn back, 
Was I going up or down, now I’ve lost track.
.
Where did I put it, that thing, you know what,
Oh blast I’ve forgotten what it was, or was not.
.
I look in the fridge and find my teapot,
So where is the milk, oh I know I’ve forgot.

Do I know you stood there, knocking at my door,
Oh yes you’re my son, I knew I’d seen you before,

Why didn’t you walk in, why do you knock?
Oh I locked up son, I’m sorry I forgot.

What are you doing there six foot three tall,
This morning you left you were really quite small.

Is it you or is it me my memory is shot
Oh now I remember it’s me, I forgot.


Details | Rhyme | |

Hopeless Crusade

A summoning I’m trying to forget.                                                                                     There’s too much left between the ashes                     
Life lingers far except with me                    	                         
My screams don’t seem to reach you                       

The warmth it surged right through my essence              
Mine is not the same as yours                               
I want to feel me, can’t you see me?                           
It’s never like it was before.                           

Your voice echoes through me                              
As I go through life this way                                  
I hope you’re not watching me                                                               
Fight this hopeless crusade.                                    

Smoke is drifting				                                                                                       It reminds me of the fog			        
Debris is lifting				        
It reminds me that you’re gone.		        

I remember the infirmary 			        
Giving their apologies			        
I’m crying from the outside			        
I’m locked in from the inside			        
I can’t break free			                                                                                           You’re not coming back to me		        

Your life is missing			        
And now I’m alone			        
I’m reminiscing 			        
My heart beats like a stone.		        

These clouds just never seem to part		        
There’s not enough time to shield my soul	        
It hurts just knowing your touch is gone	        
Why can’t it be just like before?


Details | Free verse | |

Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

The Traveler

Where would you be,
if you could choose?
Would you travel
space… or time?
Would you visit spots
around the globe...
or memories
in your mind?
Would you travel land and sea
to places far and near?
Or transcendental ties that bind,
when you could pick the year?
Seas and shores remain the same,
but your recollections fade…
Be careful what you wish for,
‘cause it might come back in spades…
Copyright © 2010 Cole Banner With this poem, I wanted to contrast physical distance and mental (abstract) distance, which we know as time...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Black In Time

Let`s go black in time
Come with me black to history
Black to the mother land
Where we rightfully belong
Black in time before the Europeans
Tried to whitewash our
Skins and minds
Black to the kingdom and ancestry
Black, way black before slavery

Black am I 
Not just the color of my skin
The pupil of my eyes or the hair on my head
But black at heart, black in my thinking
And black in my thoughts

Black in time
Black my story, every sentence, every line
Black every rhythm and every rhyme
Black the days on their slave ships
Heading across the ocean lines
Black the shackles and the chains
Black the whips that cut our veins
Black the blood that stained the lands
Black the heart of every whiteman
Black the husbands and the wives
Black the circumstances which changed 
our lives
Black the mother and the father
Black the separation from each other

Black, black, black, black
Black the struggles and the fights
Black the system which took away 
our rights
Black the midnights we tried to make 
our run
Black the rope on the tree that hung the ones
Who wished to be free

Black, black, black, black
Let`s go black and turn the world around
Let`s take black our civilization
Every continent and every nation
Let`s take black the white man`s dominion
Let`s take black our rightful rulership
No more subjection under
The whiteman`s dictatorship
Let`s black out the pages 
of the white man`s days
And attribute the praises 
to the black liberal race

Black my eyes and the things they see
Black the visions of those who preceded me
Black Marcus, Selassie and Mandela
Black Obama and the Christ
Black the life I live because of their sacrifice


Details | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

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

now I am free.

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

which sets me free.

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

waste of ashes.

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

across the dinner table.

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

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

defenseless and
white.

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

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

of Spring again!


Details | Romanticism | |

NEARNESS OF YOU

By the nearness of you...
I can say: I might never be blue..
I have someone to embrace and coo..
I have someone not too early; doesn't ask for dues..

In the nearness of you..
My cheeks turns red into flush..
Magical feelings commence to gush..
Like butterflies flying in hues and rush...

By the nearness of you..
I feel a quiet caressing warmth..
Enveloping me with passion affection; not harm..
Inviting me to wish forever; not quick as ramps..

By the nearness of you..
Oh, through the nearness of you..
I feel heaven in a wrath of trials hell..
Yet, it stops me to say and tell..
For I'm confident, I'm safe from any jail..

By: olive_eloi
sept. 6, 2013
1:29am

Dedicated to: all persons who have been so near to someone so dear...


Details | Tanka | |

Thought of First Love 2K13

Much thoughts of you as
praying am I that you may
reserve but a seat
amongst your humbled table,
if only in faded memories.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Monorhyme | |

My Very First Night

With Jethro Tull playing in my ear
On a night whose memory I still hold dear
In my college dorm my Freshman year
Of virginity status I stepped clear

The intent was to study history
Biology, to me, still a mystery
I could sense her scooting close to me
When we got to D-Day there was victory

Our relationship didn’t last too long
My performance that night wasn’t real strong
But the memory still brings a big smile on
Of my very first night in a time long gone


Details | Free verse | |

Empty Without You

It’s me and the four walls again…..

The house is dead silent
without the exhibit
of your infectious excitement,
which made my sunset
brighter, and my breakfast
much more tastier

My heart writhed in pain
when you left in the rain
to pick up a bullet-train,
which even added echoes
of our Love in my mind

These echoes have taken
me to an asylum once,
but not twice

Managing to prove my “sanity”
to my psychiatrist,
I managed to get back into
our old, same house again
and sit at a corner of a room,
rewinding our beautiful moments
that we cherished in my mind
over and over again like a
broken stereo

The four walls are a witness
of my love for you


Details | Rhyme | |

Drinking From Mercy's Cup

Drinking From Mercy's Cup


You knocked me so far down
 laughed at me like a clown
Shot holes in my many sails
 nailed my hands full of nails

Sent dogs so fiercely biting
 then gave more not inviting
Hating my sweet loved ones
 dropping insults by the tons

You turned my life into hell
 cursed me with an evil spell
Took away all my sweetest joy
 my mind you tried to destroy

I managed to withstand it all
 rose up to stand so very tall
Renewed my faith in true love
 pushing back as you shove

My heart found love yet again
 after you bolted with a friend
Life erupted, saw a great rebound
 again heart and spirit were found

A path made away from your hate
 yes, I found it was not too late
I fought to just spring back up
 drink joyfully from mercy's cup

Robert J. Lindley, 08-02-2014


Details | Lyric | |

Stopwatch

Sometimes, I don't
like who I am;
Yeah, I'm that kind
of man.
Who I am is out of
place,
Yet the mojo stays.
My cards I've
cultivated;
Still I'm vexed on
days when
I know I've waited
and waited,
And nothing seems to
happen.
Beauty flies right
by me;
I see the past
behind me.
Some things are
bittersweet,
And remain bad
timing. 

©2014 Honestly JT


Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Cowboy | |

NIGHTMARES & WHISKEY

In a room stark & white 
A nightmare he will ride tonight 
Twisted sheets in a rider's grip 
as he settles in for that fateful trip 
silently he screams & shouts 
This time there'll be no turn out 
The final clash of beast & man 
In the mind's arena plays out again 
Once was a time he was among the best 
Until that Brahma stepped on his chest 
Now he's locked in a ride he can't quit 
as his wife & his family at his bedside sit 
How he longs to be up & out of this bed 
Away from the demons in his head 
But you can't drown a nightmare in morphine 
And every night he rigs up again 

In a room stark & white 
She'll replay the ride tonight 
"Just one more ride & I'm done 
I've got to help raise our son" 
He'd said as he climbed in the chute 
and straddled that Brahma brute 
With a nod & a prayer, he marked out 
His last would be his best, no doubt 
Then, with a sudden twist & a flash of horn 
The cowboy from his seat was torn 
She watched him fall & struggle to rise 
Numb to the crowd's horrified cries 
Now she sits here each night without rest 
Cradling their baby boy close to her chest 
How she longs to have him hold her near 
Later, she reaches for the bottle to chase the fear 
But you can't drown a nightmare in whiskey 
And every night she rigs up again 

Under the arena's bright lights 
He'll dance with a nightmare tonight 
Wearing a greasepaint smile to hide the pain 
He plays out that fateful ride again 
One step out of rhythm & rhyme 
He'd lost the race against Brahma & time 
Word's haunt him still of a Cowboy's last request 
After that Brahma had stomped on his chest "Tell Katie I love her & I'm sorry for this" 
"If I'd listened to her, I'd not be in this mess" 
"You & the boys take care of her & my son" 
"I hear the chopper landing, guess this ride is done" 
How he wishes he could run that race once more 
The memory pushes him hard, it won't be ignored 
But you can't mask a nightmare with greasepaint 
And every night he rigs up again 

A wild Bullrider, loved one or clown 
no matter the poison the memory won't drown 
Nightmares, whiskey, greasepaint or morphine 
Can't kill the demons that ride through your dreams


Details | Lyric | |

Learning Curves: Repost

It's time we had a conversation;
Yes, meaning just you and me.
We've both given into temptation; 
And neither knowing how to be.

It's like you see me and you don't;
Then we fight a losing battle.
Yes, we will and no we won't; 
I could hold you, and say that you matter.

I'd do that, yet with who?
I should wait though I hate to pretend.
I've seen your eyes what's only true;
What you give I can't have until when?





©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Rhyme | |

The Weeping

And so begins the weeping,
The weeping that comes in waves;
Waves that crash in evening tide
To begin the sorrows fade.
And yet in sorrow I sit,
Melancholy under night;
Night whose air reminds me still
That remembrance is the light.
And who shall be the teller,
The meter for this old song?
Sung in whispers meant for none,
Save for those who may belong.
On air and breeze cries carry,
Yet alone they reach the sea.
And I endure their telling 
As the waves crash over me.

C.L.Baker©2013


Details | Free verse | |

The eyes

Never I know,
what is flowing form your eyes to my heart 
I only feel  somthing collapse.
and gradually I finish...


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


Details | ABC | |

Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.


Details | Haiku | |

Hurry Hurry

Memories in dust
stories being left behind
in this fast pace  life


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mirror

Sunshine shoots through the windows and fills the house with grace,
Ricochets around the room and finds my weathered face.

Standing at a mirror I see refracted light
On wrinkles, lines and eyes of mine reflected to my sight.

The youth that once looked back at me
Has gone – I know not where – in vain I search the glass, and find: No … it isn’t there.

Instead I see the wrinkles – they are stress of many years
Produced in times of doubt and my unfounded fears.

My eyes see lines and furrows as they track across my face
Hard times are buried there as my eyes complete the trace.

At the corners of my eyes I see: a pair of old “crows feet”
They’re etched there forever from those times my life was sweet.

A lifetime full of memories comes bouncing off the glass
A memory consumes me - as I feel still more time pass.

In the Winter of a lifetime, my memories come to play
Oh, thank God I have them – pray they never go away.

I turn from my glass mirror – that used to be my friend
As thoughts of those reflections I try to comprehend.

My face - it is my diary of experience I’ve had
And then I tell myself: “You know … those lines …
      they really aren’t so bad.”


Details | Quatern | |

The Taj Mahal Of India

O Marvelous Mahal Abode of love with no equal Though I never saw you for real I can sense your power so surreal O Marvelous Mumtaz Your story life would never erase Your knight has you in eternal memory Such is willed as your glory O great edifice of love Seeing you I wish to be a dove Flying all over your structure As the one to admire each of your feature O life, shall you give me such an epic Shall my story be such a relic I pray to be as eternal as the Taj Mahal Glorified by my knight so in love with my boreal!


Details | Bio | |

ROLE OF AN ARTIST

Artists have great roles.
Correcting what is wrong.
Checking what is false.
And advocating for what is right.
Not instigators of conflicts.
Not as well crafter of falsehoods.
I love you, artist.
Layag Sug!


Details | Free verse | |

Messiah

You’re the shining sun and silver moon, Glowing brightly in my heart, Your words soothe my thoughts, And for once, I don’t worry. Though we couldn’t talk much, It’s like I’ve known you all my life. But I don’t. I want to know more about you, Who you really are, what you look like, I want to know more about you. Unlike others, I’ve been given a messiah, One I could talk to about anything, Guardian angel, are you worried about me? I know I get hurt a lot and I hurt others. I know I’m tainted and cruel, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me? I don’t know what I was thinking. I regret it and I want to take it back. But I can’t… So, as I repent under a perpetual, gray light, Let us enjoy each other’s company, For I know all too well, Good things come to an end. Family, Friendships, Life, Love… So, may we hold hands and share an embrace? Just for a moment, please, Let us share a moment of eternal bliss. May 17,2013


Details | I do not know? | |

MEMORY LANE

"DoWn ThE MeMOrY LAne.......tHEre's "DuSTy KnEEs"...."BrUIsed ELboWS"....& "SwEat".
DoWn THE MeMORY LaNE.......There's "HAPPinESS".
UNAWARE OF THE WORLDLY WAYS .....WHEN THE SOUL WAS SO PURE.
DOWN THE MEMORY LANE WHERE HATE CEASES TO EXIST ONLY LOVE PREVAILED.
DAD WAS THE KING MOM WAS THE QUEEN....UNDER THEIR KINGDOM
I HELD MYSELF AS A LITLE PRINCE.
WHEN THE WORLD BEYOND THE FENCE OF MY HOUSE WAS HARD TO IMAGIINE...
 BIRDS WERE MY BEST FRIENDS AND TOGETHER WE USED TO SING.....
WHEN IN NIGHT COUNTING STARS WAS ONLY HOBBY...
BORED
 WITH IT I USED TO RUN,HOPP AND JUMP THROUGHOUT THE LOBBY.
WHEN LUXURIOUS COUCH WERE NOT THE PLACE FOR ME TO SLEEP..
MY MOTHER'S LAP WAS THE BEST I NEED.
WHEN SITTING ON MY FATHER'S SHOULDER WAS HIGHEST I COULD REACH.
WHEN ALL THE MOUNTAINS FALL SHORT BENEATH.
WHEN MONEY HOLDS NO VALUE....DREAMS WERE EVERYTHING.
WHEN FIGHTING OVER AN EXTRA SCOOP OF ICECREAM OR A PIECE OF CHOCLATE WAS BIGGEST CHAOS I HAVE SEEN.
GOSH THESE MEMORIES FADED AWAY WITH TIME..
MY WORLD HAS CHANGED COMPLETELEY IN JUST FEW YEAR'S TIME.
I STILL MISS THOSE DAYS.....I MISS BEING PRINCE OF MY FATHER'S LITTLE KINGDOM.
DOWN WITH MY DUSTY KNEES,BRUISED ELBOWS  & SWEAT IN THIS WORLDLY RUSH.
DARING TO WIN AN IDENTITY OVER MILLION'S IN THIS GHOSTLY HUSH.

"DoWn ThE MeMOrY LAne.......tHEre's "DuSTy KnEEs"...."BrUIsed ELboWS"....& "SwEat".
DoWn THE MeMORY LaNE.......There's "HAPPinESS".






Details | ABC | |

Memory Lane

Everyone does it time to time in each day
From your careless mistakes to a child at play
Sneaking the babysitter's cigarettes
Having that stray dog follow you home, then asking to keep it as a pet
A trip to the lake on the fourth of July
Then come to realize, thirty plus years have gone by
These type of reflections are kept in a special place
Some result in tears, but most bring a smile to the face
Some regret, some bad, they are related with a degree of disdain
These are all a walk down memory lane
Your bicycle has a flat, your first do it yourself tire repair kit
The shoestring that was used to repair your favorite baseball mitt
Putting playing cards on the spokes of the bike to make it roar
Mom yelling at you for coming in and out of the front door
Summer vacation, kickball until dark
Cutting through neighborhood yards causing the dogs to bark
Losing a baseball down a street drain
Does this take you back to a stroll down memory lane
Selling glass bottles at the store to get a treat
Gong home for supper, disappointed, it's Thursday night, night of the mystery 
meat
Friday a trip to the drive in
Summer is just about over, how depressing, it's school time again


Details | Sonnet | |

Rev My Throttle

As last rose of summer opens wider
Night is drawing nigh, rose cutter in hand
The rose clipped in its best stage; placed in cider
Jar that was used up, cleaned_now it will stand

Jar of cider was enjoyed long ago
Remember that day on our honeymoon
You were so young with raven hair my beau
We found that road side stand that afternoon

Bought that jug of cider that was so cold
Refreshing after long ride around mountain
So eager for life that we would build_hold
Hold each other_life; wanting to obtain

I clip that rose_place in memory bottle
One memory revs my motor throttle


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Buffet

Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.

Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.

Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!


Details | Rhyme | |

Bucket List

So many things to do before I die,
So little time, but I'd take the risk and fly.
Learn how to drive, dance in the rain,
break some bottles and be insane.


Go to the beach & stargaze,
or watch the sunrise & be amaze.
I also wanna do something crazy,
spend the rest of my life happy.


Some solitude & skinny dipping,
spontaneity and a little singing.
Be Inspired to write a Novel,
to feel serendipity & Travel.


I know the big things comes from small things,
And it's my dreams that keeps me going.
Cos life isn't just about the moments,
But the people you meet that leaves us
an unexpected denouement.


And I always want to feel Infinite,
look at the horizon & know there's no limit.
Fall in love with no regrets,
learn, remember & never forget.


Cos' before I die, I'd like to look back,
To know I have passion & know I was on the right track.
So when I meet my creator someday,
I'd tell him about the moments that literally took my breath away.


Details | I do not know? | |

ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH

     ONE DAY ON HOLLYWOOD BEACH
My destination's inner space.
Erasing things not meant to chase.
I'm holding dreams of you, but then,
when I must die, I'll live again.

You were the bait. Your daddy laughed.
Six hundred smiles and I was trapped.
Your photographs got tired of me,
but I still love each one I see.

There was a day I couldn't swim.
I drowned a while, my hope was slim.
At football games as I recall
I drowned one day in early Fall.

My tears are hidden in the sea,
mistakes I made were constantly.
Not being more than how I seem,
The day I died it killed a dream.

I've loved you on the beach down here,
It's Hollywood, in Floridear.
From Canada come all the lame
To live part of my sunshine game.

As seagulls dipped, I saw a girl
her name I cannot breath nor slur,
an rv killed her in her head,
she looks out windows like she's dead.

Now I must cry for her again,
And then I'll cry for you, my friend.
if life has anything to lose,
I'll lose it twice, so what's the use?
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Rhyme | |

Teddy

I got my Teddy on my first Christmas Day,
And ever since then in by my side he would stay,
He would travel with me whilst out in my pram,
And accompany me on both train and on tram,
Off to the shops, or to visit my Nan,
And so our adventure together began.

Together we’ve seen the castles in Wales,
And crossed the sea under square rigger’s sails,
Danced at a céilidh in a Glaswegian Hall,
Passed through the Schwartzwald and seen Berlin’s wall,
Siberian lakes and Moscow’s Red Square,
And wherever I went you’d find Teddy there.

As I grew older my Ted was still there,
And although he no longer would go everywhere,
At the end of the day, when I’d rest my head,
My bear would be waiting for me in my bed,
And together we’d cuddle throughout the long night,
Until we’d be woken by soft morning light.

Now courting a boy with a stuffed toy in toe,
Can become quite the embarrassment, so,
Of Teddy’s existence I chose not to tell,
Until I got to know my boyfriend well,
But when I eventually did choose to share,
I discovered my love had his own Teddy Bear!

Now that twenty eight years have gone by,
His fur has worn through and he’s losing an eye,
But you’ll never believe the things that we’ve seen,
Or all the wonderful places we’ve been,
No other toy on Earth can compare,
With my tatty and tired old bear!


Details | Blank verse | |

Forget Me Not

Fine with thee
Forgetting all of our memories,
As long as thee
Always remember me.


Details | Free verse | |

The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


Details | Couplet | |

I think

I think about death in ways I can’t explain
If I told anyone they would think I’m insane
I think about life in ways I’d like to forget
If I told anyone they would think I live in regret
I think about joy in ways no one would know
If I told anyone they would think I can’t let go
I think about peace in ways no one would guess
If I told anyone they would think I simply repress.

But no one has seen through the eyes I behold
And no one has heard all the lies I’ve been told
But no one has walked down the roads I have walked
And no one has been watched to the extent of being stalked.

I think about stitches in ways no one has seen
If I told anyone they would think I had a bad dream
I think about love in ways no one has felt
If I told anyone they would certainly not melt
I think about heaven in ways no one could bare
If I told anyone they would wish I didn’t share
I think about demons like they’re right here with me
If I told anyone they would think I was melancholy.

But no one has seen through the eyes I behold
And no one has heard all the lies I’ve been told
But no one has walked down the roads I have walked
And no one has been watched to the extent of being stalked.

By: Sabina Nicole





Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | I do not know? | |

Without You



Without you,

worn down, weary,
staggering into tomorrow,
dissolving my todays, grim, dreary,

I crawl, slipping out of my skin,
flinging laughter, joy, contentment,
into the gaping abyss of life's dustbin.

Without you


Details | Lyric | |

Song of the Raped Virgin

Yet…
Life shows you pain before the smiles
Even though youth has cried for innocence:
Outside the soul one bleeds and hides,
Inside the flesh one dies of nonsense.
When turning pages you see humble hopes:
The book of your life is already ended,
The sea you paint is without boats,
The land you plant is thoroughly cursed.
O, that you wish,
Steps away from you are!
The garden you live in is a grave where to be burned;
And dark shades in your eyes made the night of no star-
To fade out is a grace for those scars you have earned!
And perish all alone…
Like the fresh air in the cold,
Like an old tree the day of thirst,
Or a martyr when to burst…
That shame of your birth must be the same when to hold-
Those lies you tell:
As you are not only the first…


Details | I do not know? | |

and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The ghost of love

Some times I can see above the clouds
But I can’t see what’s below
I hear your beautiful voice
But what you say I don’t know

Sometimes the rain falls down on my heard
But I can’t seem to feel the cold
Sometimes I feel I’m better off dead
Than living with out you in this world

And the ghost of love
Remains outside the window of my broken heart
and the pain burns so bright
like a wild fire out of control
and instead of keeping me warm it makes me cold

When two people love each other
both loves must be the same
for when the book of love is written in heaven
there will be one heart with both their names

I love her from the day I meet her
She become my life, my heart, my soul
And all of a sudden happiness was around me
As the loneliness started to lose control

We spend every second together
In the magical kingdom of our love
Then gods curses me and take her back
To his heaven up above

And I am so alone and hurting
And I don’t have an answer or reason
And all around are happy people
Enjoying life and the holiday season

The gifts we bought for each other
Are under the Christmas tree
And the house are dark
With empty bottles surround me

The last cloths she wears still on the bed
The everlasting scent of her perfume
Her make up, her brush with her hair
The pictures of our wedding all over the room

Memories of her everywhere
And I can’t live without her any more
So I went out and buy a gun
Pull the trigger and lay dead on the floor

I hope no one judge me for this
For I have loved her so much
And in dying I found my comfort
Than try to live with out her touch

I leave this cruel lonely world today
Because I couldn’t live with the pain
So the ghost of love
Cant never come to my broken heart again


Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


Details | Verse | |

TIME

                                                               TIME
                                                              run off
                                                        grain by grain 

                                                  birth to death I spend
                                               my life treasure of breaths
                                           leave imprints on grains of sand

                                         “spend life well and cherish yonder’’



By Mohan Chutani on 1.6.2014 
for contest CREATE YOUR PYRAMID 
sponsored by nette onclaud
in the prescribed format


Details | Lyric | |

Away

All you feel is pain,
Self-destruction and sorrow.
Please make it go away,
How do we survive and see tomorrow?
It's hard to stay upbeat,
everyone tries to compete.
I know that I am strong,
But there's somethin inside, that feels a bit wrong.
I cant explain these emotions and thoughts,
I need to know, with myself, what is going on..
All you feel is pain,
Self-destruction and sorrow.
Please make it go away,
How do we survive and see tomorrow?
Trust has come and gone so easily,
And people have taken advantage of me,
and my Hospitality, oh.... please...
Take them, away.. from.. me.
All you feel is pain,
Self-destruction and sorrow.
Please make it go away,
How do we survive and see tomorrow?
All you feel is pain,
Self-destruction and sorrow.
Please, make it... go..... Away...


Details | Free verse | |

The Memory Tree

There were times, long ago,

when the young, preteen me

would intertwine herself

with the age-limp branches

of one of the two odd trees out.

But now, five years later,

the new me has reshaped her story,

gazing back on the memory

of a childhood lost forever.

 

The rough, tangled bark,

painted with decade-old blood

and knifepoint carvings

and skin interlaced in its valleys

where her knees had once tread.

I remember it and her tearless eyes;

where has the fearlessness gone?

 

There was once birdsong there,

mingling with my ignorant laughter.

The occasional scream there sounded, too,

when a prepubescent girl saw eight legs

and two beady eyes:

just as scared of her

as she was of it.

 

Most of these things are gone now,

replaced by year-dried leaves

and tripping roots.

But I have left my mark there,

my own memory at its roots:

a pool of purple tinged wax

and a skunkline of ash

halfway up its trunk;

a mirror to the pain

I felt that day.

Now, when I return,

the smoke is still present,

clinging to the hairs of my nostrils.

 

Although, one scent has always lived there,

even before I arrived,

beaming from the skies:

the smell of dew-coated leaves,

the sunrise,

of a child’s first breath.

Here I can find peace,

lost in the memory of my old life.

How I wish to forget it;

and yet each month, I find myself

crying beneath its love-lost leaves.


Details | Rhyme | |

All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Loss of Appetite

The world shifted a bit when I walked inside,

my resolution blind to the choke of memory.

It wasn't even you, just your little sister..

I still wanted to turn around, and walk right 

back out of the restaurant. Go home.

**** lunch. Hungry for solitude, I fumbled

with the menu and meditated on the restless

scabs of a beer battered soul.

My father watched my jaw clench

and squinted. Mumbled his query,

but didn't push it. I couldn't speak,

bloody tidal waves surging toward

my eyelids, blurred the menu.

Brinzano? Sea Bass with a 

Chipotle sauce on a bed of rice.

Unsure of my palate, my tongue 

slowly shoveled the words out

and I ordered despite my appetite 

for closure. We locked eyes for a

moment, and she smiled. 

I nodded. Stroked my beard,

and looked toward the truck.

Stuck. 

It was probably rude.

A bit pathetic.

It wasn't even you, just your sister.

But a relative of a butcher,

still sometimes smells of blood.

The food, flavorless in the mouth

of bitter reflection wasted.

The wait for the check, ticked

slowly across my spine

and I wondered if you ever 

saw the flesh of my posture

in a crowd; If it stood out?

Made you hungry?

Or if you have forgotten,

the way I've been trying to

for so long.

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.


Details | Light Poetry | |

An old man's crumble

An old man's crumble.... I am an old man and no matter I say or do. But still I am living with my stubbornness heart I have complications with health history and hospitals always welcome me Sometime, my heart beats so hard and my veins are twisting me mad But still I manage to do my work on my own My walking stick is great support for me If not, I would not able to stand on the road Sleep brings me nightmares with forecast scenarios but when I wake up in the morning I feel nothing but freezing body and feet My memory is failing and my soul is falling My head is turning and my life is shortening How do I spent my youthful life all these days? Well, nothing much to tell about it because I am not married either. I really love to recollect my good old days but my memory of tears kept them away Youth become major and old become gold. So they say But sometimes I wonder where do I find my way around Before I go to bed, I keep my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a glass of water and my both eyes on the side table When my sleep overtakes me, I don't hear anything, my teeth don't feel cold and I don't see anything either I get up each morning and reset my bones from my sleepy body Later I pick up the news paper to read world news and sad news these days If my name is missing in the obituary column, thanks God I am not dead So I continue to do my work as usual till the day ends. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka Copyright @Sept,2010 Ravi Sathasivam


Details | Villanelle | |

Ten Villanelles- Last

                                  10

To move forward what would that possibly entail
An idea so strange, that I cannot even conceive
Knowing that I'm lost, still enchanted by your spell

You should consider all this, and consider it well
Maybe one day you'll wake up seeking a reprieve
To move forward what would that possibly entail

In good responsible decisions I hardly ever excel
If I tell you everything once more, will you believe
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell

Somehow I always find a way to make myself fail
Many times it is my very own soul that I deceive
To move forward what would that possibly entail

Without a map leading me, how can I ever set sail
Seeking meaning, but never finding what will relieve
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell

The memories are always a sad never ending tale
For a chance to re-enter life, nothing would I leave
To move forward what would that possible entail
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell


Details | I do not know? | |

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


Details | Epigram | |

FOND MEMORIES


Oh, Cupid,
With your sharpest arrows,
Life’s most fond memories
You have
On 
My heart engraved!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  01 SEPTEMBER 2014


Details | ABC | |

I Can't Believe It's Really Over This Time

I really hate this feeling, sometimes I wish I could stop breathing. I don't wanna try, just leave me here to die. You were the thing that made my life living for, but your no longer mine anymore. I feel so much pain, sometimes I believe I'm going insane. I'm missing what we had, although it was bad. I'm always walking down memory lane, why can't you see my pain? I know people change, &&' things get strange. I guess I gotta face it, she's my new replacment. I can't believe it's really over this time, I feel as if i have commited a crime. I live in a world of sorrow, so I don't ever worry about tomorrow. I didn't even have time to cry, because i had already said bye. I feel like I'm digging a deeper whole, so I'm hoping Jesus will take control. I'm sorry for my dumb mistake, but baby now I'm wide awake.


Details | I do not know? | |

They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Clouds Big And Small

Summer Clouds Big And Small


Summer clouds both big and small
castles in the air I recall
Sweetness in loves dearly missed
Gentleness in lovers softly kissed

So many loves sent to be embraced
too many due to be sadly erased
Yet music brought romance again
gentleness of my lover and friend

Life sent such good times to behold
gifts, riches and such romantic gold
Treasured memories floating around
renewed by the music of era's sound

Castles in the air, loves everywhere
simply sailing forth without a care
Living a young life so romantically wild
flying forth as a lusting, angry child

Summer sent girls so, so very sweet 
love's great banquet set for me to eat
Sky filled with romance and sweet kisses
memories of girls and such sad misses

Good thrills dancing into infinite times
words of love set in memorable rhymes
Music of past glories so very sadly lost
sweet pains recast but at what great costs?

Robert Lindley 07-06-2014


Details | ABC | |

Feeling Down

I'm feeling down, &&' I'm already on the ground. I cant get any lower, my patience is getting slower. I've already hit the floor, &&' I'm becoming sore. I'm not sure where I went wrong, but now I dont belong. I'm like the unknown, all alone. This feeling is unbarable, the pain is unbelievable. I'm ready to walk out the door, I can't take no more. This is why I don't trust, I always get pushed in the dust. Now I got to cover my eyes, &&' ignore all your lies. I've been left in the rain, I've felt the pain. I knew things were wrong, but I stayed along. Now I'm here all alone, waiting for the sound of my phone. I wouldn't wish for my worst enemy to feel this way, that's what I have to say. I didn't really have a choice, now I'm missing the sound of your voice. I made mistakes that wont fade, not even with a blade. My heart isn't bullet proof, &&' that's the truth.


Details | Sonnet | |

Youthful Memories, Treasures Held

 Youthful Memories, Treasures Held

Memories,  treasures waiting for me
pictures frozen in precious vaults
fruits from so many time trees
holding lessons of my many faults

Endlessly endearing emotions store away
stars swept into vast galaxies of fate
on journeys my mind often eagerly stray
seeking relief, praying it is not too late

My heart keeps redial with a quick connect
loves, sorrows, sweet pains of deep remorse
ever ready to serve up for desired effect
with the wanted results given of course

Treasure waiting to be conveniently tapped
Sweet , delicious milk to be silently lapped

Robert J. Lindley  06-22-2014


Details | Free verse | |

Time

If yesterday is gone and tomorrow yet awaits,

then is today just an illusion, 

in time and space my mind creates, 

If all my memories are recalled 

from past and different times, 

is it me that I am thinking of, 

or of someone who occupied my mind, 

If in the future I have plans to fix, 

these obstacles that are in my midst, 

How can I in the here and now, 

when tomorrow does not yet exist, 

If now is everchanging, 

steadily sweeping future into the past, 

then is time just but an illusion, 

and I an actor in it,s cast.


Details | Sonnet | |

Gone Are The Youthful Days

Gone Are The Youthful Days

Gone are the youthful days of being a cat about town
beautiful young wife and family settled this man down
Yes,  memories of wild times , hell raising most nights
the many new loves, sweet makeup loving after fights

Gone are the glory days of wild songs and Rock n' Roll
living too hard, too fast was great fun that took a toll
Chasing the pretty gals and not knowing we had been caught
they set such pretty traps, "we won them" or so we thought

Gone are the many sweet things we foolhardy took for granted
we fought life, the dangerous world , with feet unsoundly planted
Each victory was a celebration of dodging shameful defeat
so many of us would rather fight, gamble and love, than eat

Now that the future has turned such to memories of the past
we must face the cold brutal truth, it all went too damn fast

  06-29-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Within Me


Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.



Details | Free verse | |

heard

 Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more

 A thousand sounds a day I know
Only I can not hear it if they show

 The gaining of quiet stance
Bitter sweet the silence

 I could just not hear you anymore
I understand you sounds to my core

 Found myself straining to listen
Only to hear a blank shot angrily hasten

 When we come to sound out loud 
This is when I can face this crowd 

 Till then---

Sounds to me I'm deaf
Cant hear the murmur any more




Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Finally

 There was a wonderful change in my life today,
A sense of  something good comming my way.
     It's been a long time comming and  it's feeling right ,
I know this because I was able to sleep last nihgt.
     Loving you has always been so easy  for me ,
Holding on to you was  very different you see.
     Finally the clouds and stormy skies have cleared,
We can see it clearly now that it is so near.
     For years we have struggled  with this love we shared,
Only recently have the two of us become so aware.
     Of what we truly feel for each other these days,
Leaving no doubts it was meant to be this way.
     I love her more now then I ever have before ,
To think I was about to walk out that door.
     She loves me I can feel her much closer now ,
The happiness I feel makes me scream aloud.
     Telling everyone I have a wonderful thing,
The love of my Queen who has made me her King.
     We will live our lives making all the memories ,
This love I have for you and  you have for me.
TAC  


Details | Rhyme | |

Lifetime of Work

 No longer at work
 now in retirement
 having worked since school
 many a task I was sent

 Began apprenticeship with electrics
 blew a fuse I'm colour blind
 then work in sweetie store
 before redundancy not too kind

 Worked in many a warehouse
 looking after many a stock
 from food to clothes
 kept busy no time to talk

 Made redundant again last year
 decided to take a rest
 believe it's well earned
 after giving my very best

poetgord@2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


Details | I do not know? | |

MLK - 1929 - 1968

MLK...
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)


they shot you down
all those years ago

but

your dream lives on
and always will

for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
your dream

there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for

and much, much more
to fight for still

so
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge 
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
that
we shall overcome
someday...


(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)


Details | Haiku | |

Glowing Reminiscence

Basking in moonlight,
Old birds remember the nest.
Ruffles my feathers.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Candle

Father sits in easy chair
Remembering the day
His little girl lay in that bed
Until she passed away

It's been a year and six months
Since he stood there by her side
Hand in hand he felt her life
Wane and then subside

With tears awash upon his cheeks
He couldn't turn away
He looked at her eternal sleep
Then bowed his head to pray

Lord, please take this angel on
And hold her in your arms
Let her know of all my love
And let her know no harm

Now it's been a year ago
Since that fateful day
The family made a vigil cake
One candle on display

She never got to live a life
That's how the memory goes
No memory in pictures
Just a single candles glow

Words were said around the cake
To honor her short life
Daddy mumbled something short
Then looked toward his wife

Tears were flowing in the room 
Nobody wanted this
It should be a day of fun 
A day of total bliss

But life has other plans for some
It's not what we expect
We just have to live with it
And give it some respect

That's why her daddy stood there
Just looking at the flame
To blow it out would mean the same
As doing it again 

Rockman  :-(

When I thought about writing this poem, I thought about what it would be like to blow out a candle that was lit in someones memory. It would be like extinguishing that life all over again.


Details | Rhyme | |

Yes

A simple choice of words Decided long ago A seemingly simple choice to make Just a yes or no You asked “can we try again” To this day I am not sure why You decided to ask right out of the blue To give our love another try I almost said “no” but decided on yes Despite my inner fears I needn’t have worried at all Now you’ve been my wife for 25 years How I am so very thankful That so long ago you persisted If I’d said no, my kids and grandchildren Would have never existed To think they wouldn’t be here Their voices never heard To know they owe their very lives On the choice of one three letter word


Details | Free verse | |

Fragment

On through the ripples,
Through the shunts and the brushes,
The flickering chants,
The whispered gloom.
I walked, in a still coldness,
Watching in through the firm, glass panes
Of this pavement I made.
There stood three evil eyes
Perched high with a burning, solemn glare
Clad in black.

I stood with living numbness,
Drowned in the rain;
Exempt from their shelter
But Separate from their cave.

My walk was long,
Soon I saw the clouds part;
I gazed, perhaps glided into the blue depth.
The soulful reflection painted within the bay-shaped sapphire,
 Too long had I ignored myself… 
Depicting a girl, content in her smile
But mirrored by her counterpart.
I suddenly became aware
How rain and sun fall from the same sky.

The hush of the oak branches,
Passing through the park;
Reminded of the ease of empty summers;
Where my eyes couldn't reach the gate.

I turned a corner to the child’s trumpet,
Hollow with smiles
The off and empty notes
Passed right through me.
Was she, blissfully lost to her tune,
Or lost in the dissection of each note?
Lost in the mimicking of each line?
Lost, so that in the process, the bigger meaning faded.

This world holds its breath
In a struggle.
I step alone,
Across stone and soft earth,
Between kindled mirth:
In this summer losing its youth.
This day, this deep
Meander of thought,
Where I looked at the world to find myself.

Then I was laughing at my difference.

 Here is the number to my door,
To The World beyond. 

For Fragment competition
2nd September 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Petite Mal Epilepsy: The Perfect Child

           
I have a disability I’ve had my whole life long.
My memory disappears whenever things go wrong,
My first memory was wondering where and who on earth was I.
And who were all the people that I did espy, 
When we moved to our first house, it struck me yet again.
Thank goodness my brother came along on his bike just then.
My mother came outside, and looked familiar so I followed her within.
I actually thought that I was normal, when I was very small.
They took my hand when I went out, so it mattered not at all.
Ingrained habits kept me in the yard, with my friends, and at their knee.
I was such a quiet thoughtful child, they were happy to let me be.
Who am I and where am I, became my quiet refrain.
But I didn’t worry because they always there to call my name.
My parents never caught on, no not once, never at all…
I actually acted like everyone else when I was very small.
I looked normal to others so alone I had to carry on.
Then I went to ballet class, I studied so very hard… for oh so long.
The day of the recital I lost it all in front all where I wanted to belong.
My mother thought it stage fright, and finally took me from the throng.
What good was it doing, she thought, if I did not want to learn the dance?
And then I realized to live my life I’d have to work hard for every chance.
And if I had an argument with a friend, it was over oh so fast.
For the stress made me forget and my life became recast.
So if they didn’t come around for a while I didn’t really care.
Because I would soon forget they had ever even been there.
Eventually they would come back and my memory would come back. 
Then off we’d go to play again as I studied how to avoid another attack.
When asked what I wanted to play, I’d smile at them you see…
And they’d be happy as I said, “whatever you want is ok with me.”
But do not think to pity me for my stubbornness is truly limitless.
After 12 and ½ years in college… I became for 30 years, a true Chemist.
I raised a son and held my own in a world that couldn’t understand me.
But with all those bouts of confusion the world still became my cup of tea.
Quiet, stubborn, hiding my pain, and with lots of daily notes…
Lots of time spent studying ways around my problems, I would devote…
My family had no pity, just the charge to get out there with mankind.
And here I am successful at 58, now with poetry on my mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Memories

I have sweet memories;memories of you.

Texture of your silk dress reminds me of the first
date that we had together. Scent of your favorite
perfume reminds me of the texture of your skin,
and the flame that we made on the bed. The space
in the house reminds me of how we chased each other
around the living room, and competed to make the best
pancakes in the kitchen. 

Though you are gone,
I have sweet memories; memories of you.


Date: 16/09/2014



Details | I do not know? | |

Hamba Kahle, Comandante Chavez

Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez!

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,
but the torch you lit,
remains ablaze.

You may have passed away from this mortal life, Comandante,
but you have passed on,
your immortal ideals.

Today our hearts are heavy with sorrow, Comandante,
yet you left our hearts so much heavier,
with hopes of a more just tomorrow.

The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante,

but you live!

You live!


Hasta la Victoria Siempre, 

Comandante!


Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias (1955 - 2013)


* - "Hamba Kahle" means "go well" in Zulu


Details | Quatrain | |

All The Way Live

                                       


                                      So we're on the brink of a new weekend;
                                       And I'm ready for the guests to arrive.
                                          Come Friday everything will begin;
                                                  Let's go all the way live.





                                                     ©2014 Honestly JT


Details | Rhyme | |

Dearest and Deepest Reflection

I should like to hold you 
For a little while if I may; 
For nothing more than comfort
On this dismal, dreary day.

Locked within these thoughts that spin
Like spider webs in my brain;
Wishing I might see you walking 
Right out in the rain.  

Step by step no doubt you’d let
My weariness fade fast;
Like blackness chased away from light 
As when morning comes to pass.

I’d give up nearly everything 
To see you eye to eye;
To touch your face as we retrace
Sweet memories, bye and bye.

And if I could say one simple prayer 
Or wish upon a star;
I’d pray that you could find me too 
Knowing immeasurably how far.

I’ve let myself go like winds that blow
With no destination or direction;
My life ring and only song that still sings 
Is remembering you 
Are my Dearest 
                         And
                                 Deepest 
                                               Reflection.  


Details | Blank verse | |

Meadow

I became a deer
in a new meadow,
running from death
and finally resting.

I lay down
among the grasses
and closed my eyes,
weary in spirit.

The skies opened
and darkness fell
but I was safe
in the meadow.

My heart slept
as I recovered
and rain began 
to fade away.

The sun shone
and I awoke,
a fresh heart
beating within.

New peace reigned
as I stood
and left the
meadow of safety.

The world was dark
but light shone
from within the
revived, lively deer.


Details | I do not know? | |

Lens of Time

" A picture captures a thousand words."
Looking through photographic memories of a time I don't recall. Wonder if these people and places even changed at all. History in polaroids develope before my eyes. Ancestors and places that seem so far away come rushing towards the present. I look at my photographs and wonder who will be holding them a hundred years from now, wondering of the stories that  these pictures hold. Cherished are those days that the lens has captured. So magical the present that made these photo's be will soon be passed down and be part of our legacy. Looking through the lens of time we see where we started and where we will be.


Details | Rhyme | |

Country Home Memories


Once I lived
down Ayrshire way
in the countryside
I did stay

Breathe in air so fresh
watching all before my eye
thinking back to these days
makes one think of the sky

Looking above to the clouds
our eyes seem so blind
but to dream of above
bring my youth to my mind

Then life seems so simple
without the struggles of adulthood
fears seemed then so far away
life then was so good

Then we walked across grass
picking up a bramble or two
watching cows and sheep grazing away
there was nothing else to do!

poetgord@2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Parallel Lines

I am lost, and broken,

trapped alone,
in a foggy crevasse,

wedged between sanity | madness | anguish.


I lose, and break,

memories taunting,
my waking thoughts,

stripping me bare | naked | exposed.


I survive, barely breathing,

slipping deeper,
into nothingness,

feeling little | shattered | numb.

I am incomplete, without you,

broken and fatigued,

gnawed by emptiness | desolation | pain.


I persist, each breath futile,

crushed, yet alive,
comforted knowing only,

that you breathe | you live | and you love.




Details | Rhyme | |

A Long Forgotten Memory

A long forgotten memory strolled back into my life today
A botched attempt at making love that got lost along the way
We were ships passing in the night when our nights were still so few
She said, “Joe, even after all these years, I still remember you …
… I still remember you”.

We caught up on the decades passed sharing important things we did
We swapped each other’s new I-phones to look at pictures of our kids
I’ve added pounds and lost all my hair; she has a gray strand or two
But in the eyes we recognized that inexperienced kid we once knew …
… that kid we once knew.

My wife walked in and her husband arrived - introductions all around
As two married couples getting acquainted we could find no common ground
We ended that night with pleasantries then again went on our way
But that long forgotten memory is back in my thoughts to stay …
… back in my thoughts to stay.


Details | Quatrain | |

Inside Stories

Nobody knows your dirty clothes,
Like your best friends do.
The small detail that few know,
Back roads that lead to you.





©2014 Honestly JT


Details | Free verse | |

Good Company

Feelings of nostalgia slide down my throat with the creamer.

Hot and burning,
but love reigns my taste buds.

Dry, mountain air and
long drives to short places.

Let’s have a chat,
Shall we?
Catch up and share our lives since we’ve grown up.

Disbelief is written in our eyes as we count life’s adventures.

Who knew we’d go from watching sunsets on the barn to staring at a starless sky through strange windshields?

Country music and dirt roads
run through my vessels,
stringing together the elapsed with the contemporary.

Change was inescapable,
but why escape the prosperity we’ve run into?

On the yellow line, I’ll lie with what’s ahead
and drink in life until I’m too full of experience to stand.

I’ll find my way home by the smell of the mountain rain, and once again we’ll revive in good company.


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


Details | Free verse | |

please don't take from me

should i make it there to save you
would you still feel the same
live my life by the moments
pleasured in the rain
but with in these memories 
i choose to stay

if i gave into you 
where would that leave me
tomorrow evening
i'm just a drifter 
living the night by shame

death is a writers angst
the older you get 
the less you care 
to be monitored by it

happy new year, baby
this here is my last song
may god bless you 
and keep you strong

if i told you fortune sleeps
where we lay
would you change your mind 
darling
lie with me and my prayers

life is running vastly on its way
feels i'm like we're dying everday
death warrants me forbidden
living lost in tatters unforgiven

kiss me lonely and goodbye
this world may not end 
but you and i 
we're finished baby
you see i got this fever 
running through me 
not color efficient 
but you're paleness 
feeds my suspicion 
so bye bye pretty girl
you're not the only woman 
in this world 


Details | Rhyme | |

Old Man Looking Back

Old Man Looking Back



Lone figure in the distance looking back from a tall hill
Shades of something familiar that gave me a cold chill

A look , a stand , something strangely calm about the man
Even the sky at his back set the stage like an ordered plan

A trancelike state suddenly seized total control of me!
Then that voice I could both hear and so clearly see

Look back old man,  was voiced with such controlling air
Tingles sped up my back and crackled loudly in my hair

Such mellow and measured speaking with a reassuring calm
Raising both hands he showed a big red star on each palm

These are time marks that send me years forward and back
So many thousands of such journeys, I've even lost track

Stare deeply into one in my left palm , you go back to see
Life you lived , the young , very shy youth you used to be

To return just look intently to the red star on the right
Your mind, body and soul will return in the flash of white

Without any hesitation I did as he told me to act and do
Away in a flash of brilliant white light I quickly flew

Back to the boy fishing lazily under familiar Willow tree
Shocked to see the happy little boy was none other than me!

I then remembered that so lucky day, caught a fish so very big
On a cut cane pole so slender and not much bigger than a twig

Next a flash snatched me to another sweeter place and time
At the local store Mary and I bought two cones for a dime

The bright glow of adoration and baby love on her angel face
Brought a stream of joy for that reflection, time and place

Another flash and light sent me into my young married life
Days of contentment , sweet bliss , love of my first wife

She suddenly walked so gracefuly into that large living room
Glowing like the majestic beauty of fair rose in full bloom

Before I could speak to her , my beloved, away I again flew
A clear voice loudly calling out , return now, I mean you!

Back swiftly to the smiling old man, resting on the tall hill
Then I saw his face clearly, O' what a marvelous great thrill

Looking right at me was my smiling so very much older face
Then in a flash it vanished , gone forever without a trace!

Next I found myself looking again at the very distant hilltop
A voice booms out, look forward young man and do not ever stop!

Robert Lindley, 06-09-2014

Was inspired to write this today , a poem I read in early morn 
in a poetry book titled, Songs of the Soil , by Frank L. Stanton
, D. Appleton and CO. 1894..---  gave me this inspiration.

That poem he wrote was titled, A Song In Good Time.


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Mom's Cobbler Pies

Mom slaved over cobbler pies for a dinner-time surprise! Applauded, she sighs...


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Memories

When all the moments have been lived,
and all the days described
When hope is an illusion, you chase in your dreams,
and time a circle of black and white
When faded pictures guard your mind from forgetting,
will a seat be offered from a comforting hand?
To warm your face, so it may smile
And as you gather fallen leaves from your dreams,
to build a fire to protect from winter's cold,
will you sit by frosted windows, starring into luminous stars?
Reliving a solemn rendering of your life

When all my days are shorn in Autumn
And all the years have shrived
When lasting memories are fused, what deems
Is an hourglass of time's remind
Like faded photographs, safe vouch the mind
Will I sit and proffer from a smile
And such as you will I gather token dreams
And build a fire, to keep from winter's bold
Will I sit by mosic windows and turn them into stars
Reliving a solemn promise, to make this slope, my wife


A poem written by Mystic Rose;
and Frederic Parker
I thank her for her input and kindness


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A Past Deceased

Letting winds lead you a way

from everything.

Leaving all that's left behind,

your moving forward now,

your moving forward from the end.


... & now your fragile hands are empty.

Now your love for dreams shall deplete

& shatter among the leave's,

away with winds that lead you a way from...


Letting winds lead you a way

from everything.

Leaving all that's left behind,

your moving forward now,

your moving forward from the end


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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…


…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.

…

The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude


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TRY IF YOU CAN

To have lost someone so dear to you and can't comprehend,
  Trying to make sense of it all so your heart can begin to mend.
The memories that torment you each night tearing you apart,
   Making it harder for you to rest because your afraid of the dark.
Every day begins the same for you with tears that fall like rain,
   You can't make it stop because your heart is filled with so much pain.
Pretending to laugh and faking your smile hiding what's really inside,
   In reality what you really want do is drop to your knees and cry.
So sad and so angry your mixed emotions driving you mad running wild,
   It's all to hard to understand your feeling like a lost and lonely child.
There are moments you want to do nothing but scream out in rage ,
   Just to hold that love one lost one more time is what you really crave.
Deep inside you know that wish will never be and you must go on alone,
   As hard as it may seem you have to learn to face this life on your own.
Remember this if you can my friend and do your best to understand ,
   This is something we all must pass through for this is part of Gods Plan.
TAC


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Abuse

Trapped. No where to hide.You scream at me through the door.Though your words still 
sting me.
I sit on the ground alone.Blood drips down like tears. tears run down like rain.The room's 
spinning.  My heart bursts out of my clothes.We got into a fight.  Why is unclear.
I tried to leave.  You hit me. I fell.I started to cry.  You kicked me.A sharp pain burst out of 
my chest.  I could not breath. I have little energy,I kicked you.  You fell. I ran to our 
bedroom.
I am trapped.  No where to hide.I'm weak. I stumble to your Night stand.I see a gun.You 
break down the door.  I grab the gun.You start to choke me, squeezing my throat like you 
were trying to get some sort of juice out of me.
I pull the trigger.
BANG!Trapped.  No where to hide.Your grip feels looser.   Your face in pain.
You fall down. i fall into darkness.Free.  No need to hide.


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As we stand

the stage was set,
nerves escaped
moments before.
Our eyes connected at
a distance.

Now they're locked,
the audience shifts and 
moans.
As they are blind
behind the door 

your lips burn,
your thighs feel 
of velvet

my hands play 
hide and seek,
reaching the summit and
flying through the valley.

our bodies seperate
our energy one

your love was so 
right

the clueless bar,
if they only knew , 
would sword my soul
to reach you 

but you were mine,
and I was yours


locking passion in a room


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Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?


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making It great in 2008 (part 14)The Legacy Live On: This Do You

the computer is the automobile of post industrial times
that innovative technology that has completely consumed our minds
It's gotten to the point where no one can function without
it's the core of our everyday existence with nary a doubt
we're now in the midst of the Information Age
and the World Wide Web is now all the rage
efficient, productive in it's ability
with super sufficient memory capability

but computer memory capability is not a new fad
but it's remembering the love for us that Jesus the Christ had
He'd always put the needs of His fellow man first
would give up His last drop of water despite His own thirst
willing to sacrifice His life and die for His brothers
unselfish in the love He had for all others
and at His last supper He made a request
that would forever put our memories to the test
"drink this wine and eat this bread in memory of Me"
This Do You as my lasting legacy

to use our spiritual memory for the Lord Jesus the Christ
to partake of the Holy Communion as a part of our Christian life
This do You was the Lord Christ's command
This do You as a part of God's master plans

Paul wrote this letter so the memory of Jesus would be deployed
for the memory and love of Christ is what gives us eternal joy
joy is the thing that will lift you up when you're feeling down
joy in the positive thing that will turn depression around
joy is the love legacy that comes from the heavenly throne
joy is the energy that will keep one going strong
it comes from the Lord God and goes beyond mere human understanding
joy is that seed that the Lord God is always pruning and planting

This Do You in memory of Jesus the Christ
by making the Holy Communion a part of your everyday Christian life
This Do you in remembrance of Him
whose blood was shed to cleanse us of sin
This Do You to the year 2008 
This Do You to make the year great





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What's Your Question

What’s your question?
Do you really have one?
How much longer are you gonna complain?
Cause it’s insane
To keep saying 
The uncouth 
Which is removed
From your tooth
You’re too busy with smoking weed
Instead of firmly planting a seed
Now you got problems 
Created without knowing how to solve them
High and drunk makes you sound foolish
Your actions juvenile and childish
Like a baby with a wet diaper
Always griping 
Not knowing how to wipe it
Cause your blinded by the smell
Of something less than purell
And you can’t even tell
That you’ve created your own hell
Your clenching fists of dissent
With thoughts of resent
But only the kids around you can squeal like pigs 
Before you start to vent
About how movies bore ya
Music’s an excuse to ignore her
Art’s not as interesting
As being arrested
Your truck’s missing payments and parts
When it runs it sounds like it farts
There’s lots of accidents inside and out
Which can be measured by screams and shouts
You wasted time for her and you
She even thought to call you boo
Unfortunately for you
She wised up and gave you the boot.
But I can’t wait forever 
hoping she’d wise up
I’m not made of feathers
Or have the heart of a phoenix so I could rise up
It’s not my job or place 
To let what happened be my disgrace
You couldn’t even say goodbye
Or look me in the eyes
Instead you stayed disguised 
Under your lies and your make up.


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Memory Box

In a little wooden box
deep beneath the ground
is where my memories
are buried safe and sound
beautiful moments faded
like flowers in the snow
now just wisps of memories
where only weeds can grow
so I put them in a willow box
far from my heart and mind
deep within the silent soil
the memories now left behind

Written January 9, 2013


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Summer

Summer

At this point I can barely remember it
It’s mostly random images that flash by like past lovers
But at the time I could feel it fit
After all it was my first summer.

The running and jumping 
The noises and shouting
The rumors were spreading
And circling about me.

The trucks passing by held the coldest delights
The sound of it’s music carrying out in the night
But what is this thing that escapes in the air?
You won’t see it even if you’re standing right there
Hiding my eyes afraid of showing my tell
My heart was uplifted and truly overwhelmed

The hottest of days 
Oh it wakes me still
Daydreaming of nightmares
Not getting my fill

What is this image that’s not like the rest?
This woman I see now in a shadowy black dress.
She haunts my summer 
And raptures my soul
Why is this aching 
Now feeling so cold?

The visage is smeared with traces of powder
All that is seen are empty faces around her
The warmest of summers did not bring me joy
Maybe it did though for the youngest of boys?

I grew up much faster than anticipated
As for the greatest of seasons I must remain waiting
For a pocket of earth
Could never compare
To what the future can carry
Whilst bringing you there.


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Illumined Tapestry

Circled light from angels' faces dawning
traces the darkening way all feet must tread,
reflecting forgotten silhouettes on rain wet streets.

Old city lights beam bright pathways through the gloom,
resplendent pools shimmering luminous enchantment,
mirroring tear washed memories of distant pasts.

Buried beneath regret-slick brick roadways,
specters gather round glowing gas lamps--
modern street lights' ancestral flames--
ghost lovers lingering in shining orbed dreams, remembering . . .
trembling vaporous fingers tracing love across softly illumined faces.

So linked in melancholic splendor, lovers old and new,
ply life's sacred needle, stitching the golden tapestry.

TARNDAI

October 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Find the Puzzle contest
Nette Onclaud, sponsor


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HEARTBLOCK OF DEATH

You are such a beauty that day
Schemes of suns shines in your way
Beholder of everyone on the aisle way
Hoping soon a bright future lay

Your eyes sparks with happiness
Filling all your love ones with gladness
Praying all for love and allegiance
However, life is one beautiful chance

It can be taken unknowingly
It can be stopped instantly
It can be wavered quietly
It can be so painfully sadly

Overall, your husband cried
No one expected that suddenly
Your last breath till you died
All mourn and weep sincerely

So tragic that it gives heart blocks 
So painful that it excruciates & stings
So haunted that anyone it halts
So unexpected that it jolts

By: olive_eloi
7:47pm
01/13/2014

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Goodbye Friend

I have cried and cried till I can cry no more,
My eyes tired , red and really really sore.
   The pain of the sadness I feel deep inside ,
Is what has made me do nothing but cry.
   I will miss my friend now that he is gone ,
We've known each other for so very long.
  The best of buds all through our childhood,
As close as two can get as anybody ever could.
   It will never be the same without him I'm afraid,
But I'll always have the memories of all our days.
   Like a brother there for him and he there for me,
Seems that was the way it was meant to be.
   Soon time will heal all and the pain will fade ,
A distant memory is all there will be of this day.
TAC


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HISTORY IS A SHATTERED PUZZLE

My presence is here
but my consciousness was lost
lots of things happened
and when I turned back
I know what's the caused

Looking back from where am I
makes my mind hassle
for, if you try to sum it up
history is a shattered puzzle


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My Secret Prison

Trapped again!

Maze hidden cheddar eluding 
every twisting turn a doorway 
to the path I’ve already forgotten
a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac.

I cry.

Depression building my will 
crumbling into fatal despair
that rages with a whisper
as quiet as a hurricane.

I sleep.

I scream at one wall 
HA! HA! HA!
hundreds more continue laughing.
Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right!

I succumb.

Cheddar thoughts and running 
water sustain my desire to escape
through walls of scent
filled dreams of freedom.

I laugh.

Test complete. Failure.
Should have smelled for Camembert.


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Memory

When I walked through the door,I could tell something was wrong,
The house was quiet,clothes all packed,everyone was gone.
Me and ole jack daniels sit and talked over the situation,
Thought about the mood I was in and came up with this conclusion.
I need to buy a car,one built for speed,
Something that goes real fast,to outrun you'r memory.
Smoke the tires down two-o-five,headin out of town,
Take it to one hundred and ten,so you'r memory can't run me down.
Traveled the roads from shore to shore,
Just can't outrun you'r memory anymore.
Have to get on home,face my misery,
Go back to an emty house and me.
Need to buy a car,one built for speed.
Need to put the nose in the wind and run back to you'r memory.
Need to grab the gears,mash that peddle to the floor,
Because I wont run from you'r memory anymore.


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Wisdom In Small Doses

Wisdom In Small Doses




Pale is the color of lost hope
  life is often a short rope
Golden is the song joy gives
  deep is love that truly lives
Blue are troubles sadly worn
  lost are hopes never born
White is the color of youth
  bold is the stand of truth
Never rarely ever yields fruits
  clubs are guns that don't shoot
Soon is time waiting for fate
  dead is the heart that hates
Sorry never really repairs
  the heart that it so scares
Later seeks to stop sweet time
  life can turn on a dime
Surrender never ever wins
  lies oft' destroys friends

Robert Lindley, July 12th, 1982

Another old one from long ago, from another life it seems......


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Living Kingdom

A memory coated in blue
Of dire times; a castle of gloom
A basement filled with the buried dead
My throne within, painted in red

My tower gone, I stepped out alone
In to the mist - an attempt to atone
My basement torched, ignited by grief
With monsters dead, I no longer sleep

That kingdom crumbled in youth
The walls I built made enemy of truth
But still I stand, a victim of self
A treasury lost, it was traded for wealth

The silence turned into words
From inner self, out of this world
The mirror’s glass shattered by light
The darkness cleansed, granting me sight

A memory I leave in the past
For what is gone has brought me at last
To a place clear and true
This garden is my kingdom renewed


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In The Morning Wake

In the morning wake
when all's a dark,
the fog outside
shivers down the bark.

In the distance,
under the streetlight,
the morning mist, 
aglows so bright.

Down the road,
fo and fum,
a car engine starts
with a muffled hum.

Past the houses,
so peaceful and quiet.
Soon it will be,
a massive riot.

When the sun rays show,
the town starts to wake.
No longer dead,
it thrives in the make.



1-29-13


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Do you remember

Do you remember when life was simple
You walked instead of drove
You were slimmer and much healthier
You noticed what was around you and above

Do you remember when churches were full
Shops were shut on the Lords day
The collecting trays were full of money
Showing earnest faces when they pray

Do you remember when life was all around you
Children safe to play outside
Rolling marbles in the gutter
Skipping ropes from side to side

No eat by dates or sell by dates
Food never went off kept in a larder within
Fats were stored  in an outside place
In a butter safe and flour in a bin

These are the days my parents spoke of
Life was busy but with not so much stress
Some modern ways are so much better except
sitting at a table as a family has no redress

Conversation was at a premium
Not finger tapping on a phone
Vocabulary was of the old kind
Actually speaking with someone.

In some ways modern ways are better
When your sick medicine is at its prime
Hospitals are full now. People  living longer
80 is the new 69.

Do YOU remember?


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A Good Rule To Follow

Just do what ever you think if you must,
Cause with you there can be no trust.
   Faith and love is what you must learn,
It is  something you must go out and earn.
   Respect and understanding is how you must start,
To keep a love from completely falling apart.
   If Joy and Happiness is what you seek ,
Then be strong and true it will be yours to keep.
   Kindness and compassion is a good rule to follow,
It will bring brighter days for al your tomorrows .
    Love as if it were the last day of your life,
Try caring with open arms and do not fight .
    This life is precious if there is someone to love ,
Try to remember that it is a gift from above.
TAC


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Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Mido Macia was a 27 year old Mozambican man, working in Daveyton near Johannesburg as a taxi-driver, who was found dead in a police cell, after police savagely dragged Mr. Macia whom they had tied to their police van.

The brutal incident of Mr. Macia being dragged was caught on camera and has shocked South Africa.

The 8 police officers involved are facing charges of murder, and have been suspended from the South African Police Service (SAPS).

This poem is an angry poem that I felt had to be written, because as a society, we need to ask ourselves and each other the hardest questions about xenophobia and intolerance and violence.





Mido Macia 1986 - 2013


Death came to Mido Macia,
a savage, brutal, hellish death came to Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
death dressed-up in the colours of authority,
as callous, vile, sadistic policemen murdered Mido Macia.


The video-footage is blood-curdling,
Mido Macia being dragged,
his hands tied behind him,
to a police van.


But death came later to Mido Macia,
death cheered, clapped, and tore into Mido Macia.


Death came to Mido Macia,
in the cells where they murdered Mido Macia.



Death came to Mido Macia,
a fuelled, cheered-on, instigated death came to Mido Macia.


We are all culpable,
every one of us is culpable,


from racist 'jokes' emailed and texted,
to self-righteous comments about the 'foreigners',


from casual dinner-table conversations,

'they take our jobs',
'they are crooks' 
the 'they marry our women' kind of lunch-time chats,


racist, xenophobic, hate-filled talk,


to beating a human-being to death in a police cell,


or on the streets of Cape Town, Johannesburg ,

and in Daveyton,

where death came to Mido Macia.



Mido Macia 1986 - 2013




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Replica

Wielding together artificial meat
No need to conserve this being will keep
Looking through grafted eyes
The creator now smiles
Shamelessly looking at bones made of lies
Once it is born does it speak with a tongue?
Calling out hopefully, am I the one?
It started out walking it skipped all the steps
Its power lacked knowledge deceived by the best
Slaying with anger the others were dust
Running in circles pain filled with must
Confronting the master to find what he was
Hoping to live, but then again who does?


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Women made me

I focus on my attributes in hope to one day compete
With them so called, "players and g's"
A wide skill level, intelligent approach to life
From writing poetry to being the best in a fight

I raise my intellect because girls don't like stupid
Began to learn in order to help cupid
Various knowledge, gained  just to impress
But i kept going, curious as to what i'll learn next

I play piano because i was inspired by movies
Where with a sweet song, you get that girl nice and gooey
She falls for you, and then you have your queen
And all you had to do was flick some keys

I blow that clarinet to use it like a net
Sweeping women off there feet with musical clefs
It feels nice as my fingers fly
Closing the keys and emitting soft sighs

At first i was focused on the women
Never having any i hoped this would attract them 
Now i revel in it, i love the music
And so i have a whole different reason to do it

It was the same with sports, women love the stars
The athletes with chests and abs seen from afar
So i hit the field and began to improve
Proud of the new cuts and grooves

I started poetry with my first love note
Trying a new technique because nothing else worked
I began to enjoy so i continued to write
But my first poem was written because i wanted to be her knight

Without woman i'd of had no motivation
Never would of discovered my talents without inspiration
Besides without a woman i wouldn't be alive
So i have no respect for them rude guys

To all the ladies, i thank you and i hope you remain
Strong in relationships, please stay sane
And remember, not all of us are alike
You probably just overlook the guys that are nice


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Shadow Of The Last Memory -part 3 - last

 
I thought if only you’re here with me now telling this story to our grandchildren, how wonderful it would be…you have always been the classical type. Somehow a woman of the meadows. The lady of the rise and set of the sun. And the lady of my life.
 
But an unexpected turn of the event brought the news upon us. I woke up knowing you’re never to be found near me. I was called you left. In my mind, you left with another man. You left not letting me know. I got to your place and run inside. …… moments later, I was back at my place.
 
There I am, back at my bedroom bed. Staring at nothing but an old picture of you and I. staring at it for hours and hours. Staring at it with your memory at my side. Why Bell? Why?.....you left me without saying goodbye. You left me without knowing the pain you’ve always had. You left, never telling me, you’re having our first baby…but you’re gone…and so is she….
 
Years passed, and all are still clear to me. Here I am now writing this letter as you have always hoped for. A promise I made to you long ago, to bury it that very same place where our dreams were born. And it is where it shall rest….with nothing but our memory and the last thing your father gave me before I left your house…the last thing he said you were holding, ….. the necklace I gave on that day…December 5, 1956….
 
To my Bell, the woman of my life…I shall be with you soon…just wait for me…wait and I’ll  be there…
 
 
 
With all my heart,
 
Jesse…
_________________________________

This is the last part :D. Thank you very much for your time..hope you enjoyed it. God bless


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Who is Prince

Any day like this must be welcome
Not for any one but at least for a history
For death is everywhere.

Though this day is prompted by words
A key attempting to remind me of my arrival
To the mortal world.

The name Abdulhafeez is derived
From one of the ninety-nine 
Names of Allah.

An entwine creation born twins
To the royal family of Oyewole.

A knowledge about Prince
Will be deserving if it is viewed
From the gift of verse
Bestows on him by his Creator.

All things being equal
He is an epitome of lots
A divergent writer. a musical icon,
A gong man to the people,
A versatile boy of great reputation,
And a pen genius of an age.

He is a berry for people
Of his age.
He is a light for the nation
He represent.
A believer of abilities in difficulties.


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UNTITLED

written 30th Nov 2001


Lost and alone
 for she doesn't know where to go
This mother is now stuck
 she weighs up her options
And see's she is fighting against gossips 
 she stops, and takes a look at this world
What have they done, to this lovable little girl
 as she open's her eye's
Only to be faced, with all there lie's
 feeling alone and tired
She walk's on, to only find
 she is saying good-bye..
Taking one last look around
 before she lay's down on the ground
As her eye's completely, silently close
 she whispers, her final prayer to die
Still she walk's on, lost and alone
 but the difference now is quite clear 
For you can see her soul.....just disappeared...


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A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


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The Time Has Come To Tell The Tale

The Time Has Come to Tell the Tale…

As all stories begin; a long, long time ago many years removed from now
My memory recalls events from the age of two, when the bullets took the life
Of a good man, an honest man, and what would this world need with that? 
We’re built on lies from the foundation up and there is no room for an honorable man
Led by the hand we’re all parts in the play, pieces to a puzzle still unbuilt
We take our pain like the victors to the grave, though our silence must be broken
Unspoken words may rhyme, but will it be enough that you can read between the lines
Grasp the meaning to the vagueness as it is spelled in black and white…

The never-ending trauma of past events that have done far more harm than good
No lesson learned, no explanation ever given, no apologies ever offered or accepted
And the pain again returns to haunt me, because I know things would not be the same
And what difference it all makes now is the battle I continue to fight each day
Few chances given, even fewer taken, so many risks I have never run
Where has loyalty ever gotten anyone, in this day and age where deeds die with the day?
Held back by the inhibitions that were inbred into my way of thinking… 



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Static

I'm troubled and puzzled about this life
And why it is this way
Yet I understand sometimes
Why my skies have rain
Why they're partly cloudy
Life gave hurricanes
Not everything about me 
Was the choice of made mistakes


©2014 Honestly JT


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Memories Buried Alive

My mind calls attention to where I've been,
When I was alive in that lion's den.
Summer breeze on a winter's day,
That memory won't fade away.
Yeah, I know these skies are gray;
I pray, we don't press replay.


©2014 Honestly JT


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MEDITATION


Looking back
It is beauty that is carved into
Every moment of our lives
Every moment of our near deaths,
Every moment of our death.

A song reached out to me
In my winter bed,
A simple song of simple love.
Transcending me back eight years
Into that lonely street where I stood
Looking down at every one.
Proud and haughty.
An absolute sense of right.
Self destructive.
Yet like the Phoenix, capable of
Raising one up towards the truth.

It was the brittle line between life and death
I saw it that night.
When my mind split into two.
When time halted.
When death kissed me in.
And then wonder of wonders,
I saw the three dimensions of the 
Most beautiful face on earth,
My angel.
I was over joyed.

In the busy consultation room
Patient after patient buzzing in.
All seem to fragment in front of me.
The drama called life ran figments
I connected with their woes and miseries,
I knew they will all vanish.
I smiled an all knowing smile.
They smiled back half cured of their ailments.
I smiled at Maya.
I couldn’t help smiling.

The people who fought for me,
They made me who I am today.
People who left and who still pray for me,
People far off who have given me a hundred reasons to smile,
People who have bruised and battered me and moulded me into who I am.
Why did God send them to me?
Was it not a mirror He sent through all of them,
A mirror into which I had to see,
With my mind open.

In a painting, Xibalba radiates with such beauty
Such absolute glow and fire,
Transporting me to the after life.

The paradise called peace.
Salaam.
Where all goodness lives and perishes not for eternity.
There I see myself, sitting, meditating,
Looking up.
On the glory that was life,
On the glory that was death,
On the glory of the One.


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Paradise Fallen

I think my brain has scar tissue,
Remembering days of past issues.
Did I forget home values?
Am I somehow consumed?



©2014 Honestly JT


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Red Edges

When he came home that night He could not believe his sight The sharp and red edges That took the life The life of the person he once knew The life of the person he was used to The comfort was taken And this began his breakage He ran outside that night And he had that feeling that he might Run the streets to find a fight That might block the memory of the sight But when he found who he was looking for That person had caused him pain once more He found him with his own sight That person he knew that took the life He looked in the mirror just to see If he could see his memory The memory of what used to be He finally noticed when he said “it was me”.


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Special Days Help Bad Ones Fade

Some memories you can't believe
Your brain just wants to retrieve
The wonderment life sometimes brings
Making your heart dance and sing
With joy that's surrounding you
And special times that pull you through
On days that are really rough
And you think you've had enough
Just remember the good times
That are locked inside your mind
Safely tucked away secure
And released when your not sure
The tough times will never fade
But the happiness you have made
Through certain times will be there
To help you through the hurt and fear
As you start to feel better
You realize there is never
A time so rough you will break
If you go through life and make
As many good and joyful times
That the days will let you find
So they can attack the ones
That make your world come undone


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Forever

Pieces of forever
Cast upon the ground
My hopes and dreams now turned to dust
Never to be found

While looking for a reason
A memory hits my sleave
The memory when you walked away
And I begged you not to leave

As I wipe away the liquid pain
I know our time has passed
Forever's not that long at all
Somehow it doesn't last


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Not On Your Own

Not once in my life have I ever been so low,
   So confused and lost not knowing which way to go.
Trying to pick up the pieces of a wreckage I left behind,
   I often wonder if I have completely lost my mind.
Everything I try no matter how simple it may be,
   Miserably failing seems all that there is for me.
Hoping and praying that soon things will come my way,
   How I have longed for this to happen , soon someday.
Stay postive and be confident that's all I ever hear,
   These struggles I go through has been this way for years.
I feel like a piece of old railroad track tossed to the side,
    Only to spend all my time watching my life pass me by.
Please I would ask could you lend a friend a hand,
    So confused , tired and I just don't  understand.
I'm the missing pieces to a puzzle the pocket with no change,
    Can't figure anything out and things just aren't the same.
Help me to my feet and show the right direction to me,
    If you do this I know I'll get it right this time you'll see.
It doesn't take much to make a man fall down ,
    Much more to get him up when there's nobody around.
There is somerhing I've learn trying to do it all alone,
    Without any help my friend you can't do it on your own.
TAC 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Tears of the Clown


The Tears of the Clown


A veil of smiles,
worn effortlessly.

Tuning out the blurring din,
alone in the cackling throng,

never hoping to belong,
though pining to fit-in.


Peeling off the thin facade,
feeling the pained charade,
melting into the dim parade.


Trickling effortlessly down,
over the strained contours,

of a spurious laugh,

the tears of the clown,

rehearsed, rehashed,

form an unending cold stream,
dissolving the lingering traces,

of this simple boy's dream



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I Still Love You

I still love you
Buried six foot under
Life no more
Risking my heart
Everything, I have ever known!
Letting you go
Eighteen years of panache and tears
‘Loyalty’ because 

‘I Still Love You’

At a cross roads
Changes of initiation
Giving in, risking all
Trading this pain in
Making my heart whole
Know by saying goodbye
And, letting you go
Know, for an eternity

‘I Still Love You’


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True Reality

Why is it
I am always wrong?
Something
I have always done?
Why is it
I am 
Never good enough
In your eyes
In challenging times?

How many times
Do I have to say
“I love You?”
What will it take
To convince
That mind 
And 
Heart 
Of yours?

What can I say
That will ease 
This jealousy
And 
Resentment
You feel towards me
When drinking 
Too much booze
Killing what brain cells
Are left
In that stubborn 
Head of yours!

How long 
Will it take
For you 
To believe in me?
For I know
I am a fool 
Staying here, with you!
Feeling desperate
Lost and lonely
Dreams squashed
Emotionally drained
When ‘we’ need to pull together
In union ship
To make 
This bond strong
Between us!

'Uniting as One’'

'Love Conquering All'

“Well!”
“So, I am told!”

I love you more
Than this
Arguing and fighting!
But 
You refuse to understand
The love I have for you

My head 
Tells me to stay with you
But
My heart knows
I cannot!
For
I have asked you 
To be kind to me
I have asked
You to open up 

Your anger and rage
Continues growing
Out of control
Taking over
Like
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 
Burning bridges
Being ruthless
Always
Out for the kill!

I need to break away!
I need to clear my head!
I need to experience
Love and longevity
True togetherness
With 
The one’s I love!
My heart needs to experience
‘Healthy Love’
My heart deserves the best!
You now
Belong in my past
I am no longer the person
You once knew me, to be

Your insecurities
Your inner demons 
Far bigger
Than any of the love
You choose to acknowledge 
Or 
Feel from me!

You can believe this 
To be true
If nothing else!

“Love thy self”

Share
Without personal gain
Being 
Your Primary Motive!
Know Love 
Be Love, in Action!

Be honest
Have empathy now
As
I cut these cords
Of emotional bondage
That 
Bind us together 
True Love 
No longer 
Our foundation!

I stand on my own
Knowing
I have learnt the lessons
You have come to teach
I now know
What love isn't!
“I thank you”
For showing me this!

My illusions of love
Blinding me
Colouring my experiences
Revealing
Only what 
'I Wanted Us To Be'
Not
‘True Reality’


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epitapht

What can I say as I listen
To slow jazz and ease back in time
What can I say man, i will be missing
Some should a been reunions , that's a crime.

Wish I wasn't writing this epitaph
 you was a good one
Wild at heart and stout like a boot strap.
You gave me a life lesson son

One night after some fun
Letting the eagle swoop the track
Always faster second run
Yea. I was I got laid back

On our way down the mountain
We had a liquor indused shoulder stop.
I got motion sickness.
I was Trying to stop spinning
Sitting on the aluminum guard rail
While the liquor was winning
A class in drinking I failed

Until I got the best of myself
My balance repeatedly let me fall off the rail
Five times You climbed over and put me back on my aluminum sobering shelf.
Always laughing at myself And apologizing each time I fell

We had much in common it seemed
Big in build led by respect with a little  pride.
What did you say to me each time You hopped That beam
That I took from you and kept as ethic and still live by.

What random words could you have said.
That broke past the barrier
of memory not gone with morning bread.
Are blocked from mind cause advice or criticism invokes one to feel inferior.

I may recall this phrase wrong
But I believe this is what You. Told me.
" now that we are friends,  no apologies,  cause as long as I'm around no friends of mine stay on the ground a 
friend on their feet should always help a man off his back "

Ambelished,  maybe a bit
But from then on,
It wasn't easy for many I admit
But to those I called friend
Were always helped if they
Found trouble,  or a mud hole.

From then on,  I only looked
To directions When looking upon men
Right and left no judgment upon them
And excepting no glance if it was looking down on me.

Not all men born live As a man
Not only did you,  but you taught me to.
Phil you changed my life perception
some men are men some are bought.

That night I looked back on
Everytime I wanted to let my pride lead me
Which led to a positive outcome
And help for all close to me

So in conclusion to a poets rambling
I say goodbye with a metaphor
Buddy from were I'm standing
What I took from you is to in dept to be expressed even with most prevelant, and precision written parable.

You changed the world by changing me.
Thank you for standing me up
Until I could walk on my feet
I will keep memory of you on top of the cup
And when I fall,  then again we meet



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Less Than A Day

The touch of your whispers has blown through the air
And the wave of summer disappears in the sand
There’s nothing to stop these memories are gone
Let the playbook now rest for the feelings they’ve stopped
Slowly it turns the small hands on your wrist
The knots in your belly have clenched like a fist
You picture the east and close her eyes
For the dawn’s a coming in all of our lives
The night’s now bleeding forever it tilts
Circling the orbit no rest from the filth
Rivers are flowing and spirits are dim
And the skies from the ocean will always stand still
The pain from the east has moved to the west
These days are numbered just like the rest
Blind in the rivers the hand clears it away
The whole world has changed in less than a day


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Cricket - Haiku

     Cricket - Haiku

missing legs and sound
forest, rainless storm rages
remembers cricket


Details | I do not know? | |

with thanks to Don Henley

with thanks to Don Henley...

...an echo of her laugh

whispers past

a simple joy, a gentle breeze

of quiet reflection that can never last

the fleeting innocence once drifting along

then disappearing into the notes of that Don Henley song

the end, he sang, of the innocence once felt

of days and of nights of serene peace

gone forever now, 

for into the night's void everything must eventually melt

though the memories and the thoughts 

and the echoes of her whispers

settled this gypsy heart, putting it at ease

but that's all long gone now

even though the echoes of her whispers

seem never to cease...


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Land of Sorrow

Come go with me to the land of Sorrow
We'll check in the Heartbreak Hotel
Then, we'll take a stroll through Pain City
Throw a memory in Misery Well
Let's take a swim in Teardrop River
And take a ride on the Lonesome Train
Hike on up to Lover's Leap
No more to walk down Memory Lane


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Boxcar

Your life when but a youngster
A hard and rocky road
At times a covered wagon
Was the place that you called home
But in years as you grew older
You met the man you loved
You married, bore his children
Together served the Lord

Together with your husband
You shared the Gospel truth
In a little town called Belton
The little church rang tried and true
Outside of church your family
Held dearest to your heart 
Welcomed any visit 
From your kids, their kids, and all

Though sick at times no mention
Because your family you adored
That was indeed the blessing 
God had for you in store 

You left us mid October
A beautiful day in fall
Your death though we expected
Was unprepared by all
Lived a life of service 
To God and family
Now your work was finally done
It was time to see your King

As a child you had nickname 
Which bothered you back then
The kids would call you Boxcar
But only to torment
But I would call you Mammaw
That’s who were to me
In loving memory of Carie
Still missed each passing day


*In loving memory of my great-grandmother Carie Leona Duncan Miller (1917-
1988)


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Twisted Bliss

Flying up
Higher, higher

Finger tips brushing
The stars
The clouds.

Soaring down
Lower, lower

Nearly slamming 
Into darkness
Into memories.

One moment
Carefree everything perfect

A single breath later
Left with no air

A drug, so powerful, nearly ecstasy  
So sweetly deliberate
Falling blindly 
In love

When the trip sets in
Twisting wonderful bliss
Sending it all crashing 
To nothing


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Yesterday Once More



It seems like only yesterday I was young and climbing trees Running through the forest Scraping arms and knees Playing tag or hide and seek Hop-scotch or skipping rope Making a bow and arrow Building a periscope Playing ball on the local lot Wishing upon a star Swinging on a hanging vine Stealing from the cookie jar Tossing a ball against a wall Making figures out of clay Raiding the local apple trees Jumping in a pile of hay Playing cowboys and indians Saturday morning cartoons Running around like hooligans Acting like silly baboons Memories all come flooding back As I sit here and reminisce Of halcyon days way back when Filled with pure happiness © Jack Ellison 2012


Details | Ballad | |

Bought and sold

                  Bought and sold

Come listen, come listen to this winds final gasp                                               
As a woman scurries from sight,                                                        
While the tempered glow of a dying flame                                        
Shows the mass of nothing in her cold, dark face                              

Streetlights brighten the silent shadows                                             
Held quiet as dusk approaches,
But hear the sounds of far off voices                                                
Greeting the moons arrival                                                                

For she bares the sin of classic doubt
Of those unnamed in her quiet house,                                                   
And waters wash away the aimless souls
When the lies for tomorrow are bought and sold                            

Into the hour this darkness falls                                                        
In a hush of the cool of the night;
And like thoughts foretold shes holds a dream
Lost in a memory past
 
It dwells not in an instant of time nor place,
Nor deep in her life's encounter,
Nor where a midnight so soundless waits
For a tomorrow that never comes

Leave her to think of lost respect,
When emotion vanishes from thought;
But forever is kept this moment of doubt
With those who are bought and sold

Hold faith forever between hope and desire
Until her dreams subside
Until she trembles to the touch of a hand
And is haunted by those things within

Listen as it ticks upon the wall, a clock
A clock of age and design,
While on busy streets to hidden alleys
She waits for day's arrival

For gone is t he sound of winds final gasp,
Here in the cool morning breeze,
When fate decrees its dark design
To the lies that are bought and sold.


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Rained Filled Clouds

Rain filled clouds are what follow me now ,
No sunshine for me these days and smiles are not aloud.
My sight is blurry now and can't listen to what you say,
It was you who has caused this and why I am feeling this way.
Hold on tightly now It has been the ride of my life ,
But somehow it slipped away like a thief in the night .
How did I not see it so plainly writen on the wall,
Never in a million years did I expect to lose it all.
But here I am standing with my back  turned away,
For I can not face the sadness you brought me this day.
Why has this happened to me and just what will I do,
Shell of a man in a life that was suppose to be spent with you.
It's over now and it's all becuase of you 
I just cant see  theres anything you can do .
 Blinded by the love  for you never a  reason to doubt,
So quickly I learned howI will be going without.
 The warmth of a love you brought to me ,
 Now I will live without what was meant to be .
You were always a a part of the world I've grown to know,
Now that your gone the sadnees in my face will forever show.
These cloudy days bring me nothing but pain,
My life forever will be only me standing in the rain.
TAC


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Babies and Kids Struggles

Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong.
We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song.
When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye.
We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles.
Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size.
It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles.
The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry.
The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered.
They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone.
We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad.
That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad.
The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once.
Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary.
To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle.
They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow.
To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow.
There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts.
They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles.
When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears.
That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears.
Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things.
It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles.
Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are.
Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle. 


Details | Ballad | |

Memory Lane

I’m about to go drink away
Friends lost down memory lane
Some died of age
Others gone by actions of vain

One thing is certain
Their memories shall last
When a man starts drinking
He thinks of the past

Friends of new
And friends of old
Some friends feelings
Have even grown cold

Down memory lane
They shall always be
Down memory lane
The good times is all I see

Yet it hurts so much
For some were stolen
Yet  one still lives
And that friendship was golden

Stolen it was
By a thief in the night
And I did what had to be done
To make things right


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Torn

When dreams seem to be so far
To reach upon a star
I hold a certain point of view
And I start to argue
When your life feels more like a fall
It makes you say words and call
I do not wish to be this way
My life feels like I am faraway
From people who love or care
They stomp on my heart how they dare
I grind my teeth to make a sound
There are shackles on me that bound
These creeps are so harsh to know
I wish to tell or show
How stained they are in all what they do
Never mind I am just me they have no clue
The harsh people that led me here
They don't respect me and they are not clear
I see the image in my brain
It comes up as strong like a crane
Pulling and tugging with no remorse
I just let it take it's coarse
Now their are two pieces of my soul
Two different, but unique goals
Hollow I feel in one and the other so alive
Shaking one takes its toll and it gives me bad vibes
There are such things to make it heal
But that is to hard and its no deal


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Memories

It’s the beauty of the mind;
All you want to remember you can find.
Thinking back about your life gone by;
All that has passed was hopefully never a lie.
You’ve lived your life and filled those memories;
Love, laughter, cried and even made some enemies.
The most loveable memories are fixed in your mind;
The loving people, hearts…. Oh so kind!
Memories are there, there’s nothing to explain;
All your life’s best moments and even the pain.
So recall all your best memories from the past;
Keep then close in your heart and make them last!


Details | I do not know? | |

Open My Eyes

A random day at a random time
it seemed to be all planned,
a time of losing hope,
a time of starting over,
I stood strong although I was weak.
A random moment at a random pace
it seemed to grasp me by the neck,
a person with hope,
a person starting over,
he stood strong although he was weak.
As the days came swiftly,
I learned more and more quickly
of this person I thought to be so tall.
This person was dark,
this person was fake,
this person was self loathing,
this person was a waste.
I have no time for this foolishness,
your magik is rubbish.
I have no patience for this nonscence,
your shadow will swollow you alive.
I fear nothing of your kind!
Such a dissapointment to me.....
a memory of you remains.....
a memory of someone..... 
a memory of a man who thought he was insane.
Go cry a stream of tears,
go tell the world that you were used.
I shake my head,
I close my eyes,
and now i leave you be.
I hope one day I'll open my eyes,
to see you've gotten free.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Joni Mitchell

for joni mitchell...

wistful strands slipping by

of grounded dreams

that i once believed would fly...

strewn around this emptiness

where once there soared,
dreams, not of riches

but of simple happiness...

'both sides now' you sang,
from within

and from a feeling of being without

you moved me so, i cried, i laughed

i wanted to run into the falling rain and shout...

'its life's illusions that i recall' your voice soared and dipped and with life breathed

as every one of those words you sang

tore into me, as my very core seethed...

not with bitterness or loss or with feelings even vaguely sad

your words seethed and burned through me

igniting memories of this life i've shared...

with those who aren't illusions

of those who've embraced me

each time i've slipped and taken yet another fall...

for like you...

'i really don't know life at all'


Details | Sonnet | |

My Darkest Childhood Memory

My void is the darkest penetration of childhood.
No memory at all before age of six so fair.
Thine memories might have been bad or good.
Mine has no glimpses, or comparison to share.
Thou shall say this may be a blessing so sweet.
Though my mind has no distinct recall to meet,
No shape of any kind, only fantasy for retreat.
Whilst I travel onward, I am lost in defeat.
My darkest childhood memory is none at all.
Mystery of things I have missed or recall.
I live on in the shadows that make me whole.
I waver on the balance of what does console.
This mind and soul with a spirit that will seek,
Diligently answers for future, my past is weak.


Written for


Sponsor Walayee Whitlock 
Contest Name My Darkest Childhood Memory 


Details | Rhyme | |

Here In This Home

The house sits still and silent tonight
all that is visible is the down stairs 
that's dim with an amber, glowing light
and the fruit bowl filled with golden pears.

Quietly I sit in the driveway and view
a home with so much love and dreams
like a blooming rose bud that's brand new
so much potential on the new day's schemes.

A warm and safe feeling overwhelms my heart
so many memories have been made in this home
If made to pick one, I wouldn't know where to start
my mind would just through the years roam. 

I feel it's extended arms at the end of the day
offering safety and warmth welcoming me in
another long day's work with such little pay
here in this home, love, life and family begin.


Details | Verse | |

Is There Still Good in You

You beat me down,
Told me not to cry,
Not to show weakness.
You showed me no sign,
Of ever loving me,
Showing no sympathy.
You hit me down again,
and just my luck,
You didn't give a crap,
But I still believed there was good in you.

I let you hit me, 
Thinking it was alright.
You told me not to cry,
And to hold it all inside,
But I let a tear fall,
And then you saw,
Now I fell with it.
But I still believed there was good in you.

Days grew longer,
As life got shorter.
I may have only been eight,
But I still had a great ache.
I didn't understand what was happening,
Why did I keep ending up in the clinic,
With scars on my wrists?
Because you hadn't loved me enough.
You crushed my spirits,
And put a hole in my heart.
There is no good in you.
I don't know what my father saw in you.

Now I'm stuck with a twisted mind,
And can't make sense of any kind.
I cannot find,
Who I really am,
Because you never gave a damn.
So now you see,
How I have come to be.
Just a lost puppy,
This is me.


Details | Verse | |

Pay for

God will never forget what you've done,
God will always remember your faults.
He'll forgive you someday,
No doubts in that, but
For the pain that you caused
You will be paying through life,
Every day, every night, every second,
Every beat of the time
You will pay for the grief that
You brought to my life.


Details | Free verse | |

Once Here Now Dead

Once here
Now dead & gone
“What am I known for, this time round?”
I exist only as a memory now
A memory that fades, over time
“Who will remember me, when I am gone?”

No one knew me
Yet people will say they knew me, so well!
A laugh, how often people think “they are experts”
Yet, really
Know nothing at all!

“How well did you know the inside of me?”
For, if I was to ask...
“What is my favourite colour?”
Or, “what’s my favourite song?”
I listen for answers...none come

“What’s my favourite food to eat?”
Complete silence...
I could hear a pin drop
Round...about...now!
“Do these questions fall upon deaf ears?”
For I ask...

“Who truly knew me?”
“What am I known for?”
“Who will remember me?”
When I am dead & gone


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Nights

Despite my fondness for summer days
And all the fun I've had on the way,
There are some things that can't happen in light;
Hence my sweet memory of summer nights.

The earliest memory I can recall
Was the night of a warm rainfall.
Lightning and thunder clashed in the sky
But I wasn't afraid (I didn't know why)

And of course on the Fourth of July
We watch fireworks adorn evening skies.
Perhaps even with a hot-dog to consume
While watching displays of gold, red, and blue.

The summer nights I probably remember best
Involve a campfire around which to rest,
As well as a supply of sticks and marshmallows
And fireflies flying with tails aglow.

These memories and more, I have in my heart
As well as the people with whom they take part.
And as long as my mind keeps these memories in store,
My fond summer nights will last ever more.


Details | Free verse | |

Fading Breath

I was only ten,
when an illness visited me;
within days, it made me dehydrated
and weak. I had to support myself
to go to the sink to sip some water;
my mouth almost had no saliva!
One night, my parents rushed me to hospital,
for the gates of the afterlife were beginning to open
for me. I couldn't feel the drip needles getting through my skin;
my senses were lost. Visions of a white place I saw; a place my soul
probably stepped foot. My mother was awake beside me, all through the night. Death was much closer to me than I imagined.....


Poem Theme: Near Death Experience


Details | Quatrain | |

Down Memory Lane

 
I took a walk down memory lane,
My heart reliving the scenes
I visited with loved ones now gone
The ones I see in my dreams.
 
Each picture tugged at my heart
Some even brought down a tear
I felt a special kind of glow
For I felt each loved one near.
 
There was my mother alive and well
I felt the warmth of her arms
I knew that I had been loved
And kept safe from all harms.
 
I took a walk down memory lane...
I held my baby girl tight
She was fast asleep on my chest
Unafraid of the dark night.
 
The man of my dreams was there
Back when passion meant fire
I stared at his youthful face
Was once more filled with desire.
 
 Tonight I walked down memory lane
The journey was ever sweet
I saw myself as I had been
Oh, it was such a joyous treat!
 
One day I’ll reach the end of the lane
That lane that is called life
And I’ll look out from a picture
A smiling mother and wife
 
And when she looks at my picture
I hope my daughter will smile
Remembering that she was loved
Which makes life’s journey worthwhile.


Details | Free verse | |

In Difference

The love is the risk-
     It is the love that makes us risk
Beyond sound and reason, all care we tempt
Baiting with hook and tangled lear
Knowing gravely it will end
Yet resistant, resilient, rebellious to force it
To do all we can to coerce it
To prove somehow that we are worth it
Yet it sikes you out, plays tricks with the heart
Makes sense than fails sense and creates doubtless dark
In an instant all faith is lost
Yet over and over again we risk it
Applying danger to that which wisely could have been prevented
     Because we needed to know and feel that we existed
Just once and to someone who seemed different.


Details | Pantoum | |

Her Feet Haven't Danced

Her feet haven't danced across the meadow
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a tattoo
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Memories warm her heart and nights
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a tattoo
Laughter was common in their youth
Memories warm her heart and nights
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
Laughter was common in their youth
Her feet haven't danced across the meadow

Pantoum for the tragedy contest
autobiographical
Missed the contest!!


Details | I do not know? | |

An 02h00 Scribble

a 2:00 AM scribble...

'twas but a lifetime ago
when she floated as if in a dream

when the whistling winds
called out her name

while the truth was revealed
of her love supreme

she walked into the barren landscape of my world

and carved-up an exclusive place

excising the pain as the standard of love fluttered in the breeze once it was unfurled

she walked into the solitary vacuum of a heart rendered mute

instilling in that heart a passion that became impossible to refute

a passion blazing with renewed belief

with solitude consigned to the shadows

and despair shunned into the night like an scurrying thief

her touch was gentle, her manner warm and light

her love an endless sea of possibility

washing up against the shores of my moonless night

and when that burst of colour came through

like a dozen rainbows in the monsoon twilight

her face like a revelation shone

as I silently, in awe, gazed at that miraculous sight

and though a lifetime ago it seems

she regularly dances between the cotton-wool clouds of my dreams

and she infuses my each and evey moment with a love so strong

that effortlessly soothes me knowing that I belong

in the haven of her warm embrace

as I gaze lovingly 
at her wondrous face

and into those eyes that pull me closer into the ocean of desire

while my spirit soars up into the heavens, ever so higher

it takes but a moment with her to know

that these feelings shall prevail

for they diminish not, as they continually grow

spawning a paradisical garden of emotion and love

and being entwined in her arms seems like a gift from above

for here is where I always hope to be

anchored safely by her side, and not adrift in the emptiness of the vast lonesome sea

so allow me to thank thee
for the lifeline you cast as I lay drowning in thought

and for being the treasure trove of love that I have always sought

so stay well, sweet one
and remember me once or twice in a moon of blue

and know forever that these scribbled words

are deeply felt and forever shall be, eternally true...




Details | Free verse | |

five days ride

laying in a five days ride
time concealing more than wishes
"clean like the stains on burgundy dishes"
remember the moment you forgot it all
keeping it september like you remembered it all

we saw the world and lost everything
time is brutal, consider the trust
"irony itself was a weapon of coarse"
but do you remember the moment you forgot it all
keeping it september like you remembered it all

were going no where babe
and tomorrows pretty much the same
sleeping in a bag damaged lullaby's
laying on mercury sheets
trying to make the memory a melody
at a time to be wanted was a felony in hand
and peace resembled a fairytale untold
i'm going to finish this life and head into the next
like a moment rumored for dying head lights
we were just dimming to be precise
i'll see you when you get there
gray and old
young and beautiful
the past is right where it belongs
sincerely,
the last man to put "i love you" in a song

"time exposed us all but we just kept moving on" 


Details | Free verse | |

Socrates

Oh dear heart alive!
Will you free me from this circular prison?
The everlasting soul
Whimpers
In her corner with no hand to hold
All the motions resume
And the virtue of men remain unresolved
Wandering through the poet's art.
Green is still green under the sky's unfaltering blue.
If only her hands were smooth
Then life wouldn't be so cruel.


Details | Free verse | |

faced with this beginning

in its own way
it is many ways
that shine
like your eyes
seem to shine 

only to me

when the threads are lit and burning
when the blaze around your head dies down 
you will see 
that you are free again

the road opening up amid the ashes


Details | Free verse | |

I Will Never Know

I Will Never Know

I am just an old man
Living my life
More memories behind me
Fewer dreams before me
I have done things that seemed right
Things that I would never do again
Making love in forbidden ways
I remember every moment
Taste every flavor
Smell the wide variety of scents
Every sensation
All etched in my thoughts
Still my mind's eye is blind
It cannot see what I remember
Time has passed without mercy
Taking remnants of my life with it
The imagery has long since gone
I go on living without a past
Trying to resurrect a memory
A memory that my life has denied me
Maybe a memory I was not meant remember
My mind's eye is blind
I will never know because it cannot see
Or maybe it will not see
I will never know


Details | Free verse | |

Korean Commas

What am I to say to you dear sweet Jim
You have chased me away and now I am gone
But what about you broken by your promises
To me it's a sad old song, you've been gone for way to long
I doubt you knew, fondly whispered memories- same old song
For me there is and will be nothing left to do
You could never now complete the man I knew
The words were clear I was left in the shadows now with out you
Same old memories same old you I cried untill heavens turned blue
I am not ready for challenge I will not play the game
I am still hurt from the memories, hiding from the pain
Embarrassed becasue I am left standing here this way
Alone because of a man whose arms I have held so long
Caught burying worries and facing all the blame
But what about you, forgive yourself and start again 
You'll be the same old guy to all of them


Details | Rhyme | |

In strength's ageing wane

In strengths aging wane
As joints ache with creaking pain
Lies a heart still and pensive
Beneath hands folded restive
	
And as thought ponders life
Against a calendar of love and strife
The eyes brim up with feelings weary
As vision fades in eyes so teary

But then as memory plays
Sepia thoughts of olden days
The heart smiles ever faintly
On moments blessed and seconds saintly

Of children playing loud
Screaming pleasure laughing shout
In back-yards’ blue splashed pools
Before routine and time and class and schools

But then as the memory embers fade
To grey ash and pre-dusk shade
The warmth of love still remains
The soothe the heart and aches and pains


Details | Free verse | |

Remnants

The house now quiet, the family gone.
She looked down into her hands resting on the table top
There lay the  remnants of her life.
The scars and pains of another time
The mark of the cut made on her palm
from the baby food tin when she was thirty.
Her bitten nails torn and ragged.
She smiled at the little pains and pleasure there.

There on the back of her hand a little blood 
from a careless scratch from her youngest's new dog.
The knuckles swollen  and painful.
from the years Splitting fish at the fish plant.
How many fish had she reduced to food?
Was it now the other side of the ledger, the fish seeking pay.

Hints of psoriasis on the backs of her hands 
The worry of  that, all that, all her life. 
The first diagnosis when she was seven.
the pain and shame of it as a girl and woman.
Oh how she used to cover herself.
How she wanted to be beautiful for him.

The black ink stains from her leaky pen 
on her writing fingers.
They told of all the lists that she had made 
of food and household stuff.
 And, she paused, the poems too 
Her poems, how they pour from her, 
and completed her, filled her
with aches and delights.

she smiled gently then at 
the smell of the gentle cream
 that she put on her hands today
after she had washed her 
oldest daughters newest baby.

The rings that marked her love, 
she heard him in another part of the house.  
The engagement ring received
the day she went to his bed.
the wedding ring she saw 
the day they married. 
Should she have worn white.
That day it rained and rained
and she was so happy.
forty years since those raindrops
and that ring had been made

She looked deeply at her hands
and could not see the tears that had fallen there
Tears for her first baby gone
tears for the worry and fears of a good life

He came into the room 
and walking by He touched her.
never a word said as he went on into another room.
She raised her head and watched him
and smiled deeply at his back.
She was happy.

Paddi march 15 Dec 2013.
#6 visual
Sorry its too long but it wanted to be longer than 22 lines. 
so I expect it to be Disqualified but I wrote it for  your  "with these hands"
So, anyway, thank you for the idea, I am pleased with what your prompt produced.


Details | I do not know? | |

Albert

In memory of Albert the Domino King, a plaque was placed above his seat:- "In six and seventy years not one night did he miss, so let's not forget Albert the Domino King.” In memory of Albert a wake was held. A free drink served to all who came. Glasses were raised, a toast proposed. "Let’s not forget Albert the Domino King.” It is often said that if you sit under that plaque, you will feel a cold chill run down your spine. For it is a ghost watching you. To ensure you don't forget Albert the Domino King.


Details | Lyric | |

Guilty Bye Standers

Well, I thought I loved one;
Turns out, I was wrong.
She was the moon,
Reflecting the sun;
Now, that fire's gone.



©2014 Honestly JT


Details | I do not know? | |

SSRI's and I

SSRI's and I ...


... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking,
like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling,

worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out,
the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout,

dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat,
caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat.


I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude,
feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles,

crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars,
as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...







Details | Rhyme | |

Quietly Like A Dead Flower

 The air was frosty fresh and tasted of rain, silhouettes of people rushing by as I stood a shadow in the storm.
A single firefly  can be seen glowing brighty through the  heavy grey mist, it gleems a lovely colour like amethyst .
I'm shadowed in dark clothes just like everyone else nothing special.... nothing less.....
My phone is dead and I have an overwhelming sense of dread; my nerves feel as thin as a tread.
I stare up high towards the hazey clouds and see rain pouring down 
I feel transparent.....invisbile to the world around like a ghost, haunting the places I walk most.
 
I think of dreams ,ambitions, and desires but they feel burned away like a burned out fire,  I'm dazzled by cars speeding by.....hoping one would hit me so I could finaly die....
 I do wonder if a paradise awaits us after our death or will we just be some memoires and stoires  passed down from our children to their's, but there children will have no psysical remembernce of us to bear.
 
 
So many questions and emotions running through me at any given time my mind is always thinking and trying to sovle a million different problems at the same time, some I find the answer to in the poerty I rhyme.
Life is a game of many different elements and battles with yourself and those around u, its a never ending fight  with everything the world thows at u; one has to be strong like a lion but feminie like a cat in order to win this rat race.
All these thoughts and feelings going on inside my head distacting me from words anyone else has said.
 
I spend about a hour......... just standing around in the rain, like I've lost all power, quietly like a dead flower.......


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain in the City

as the rain falls on the city

all words

seem drenched

running like worthless ink off meaningless paper

yet

the rain falls incessantly on

in sheets of glassy vehemence

tearing my thoughts apart

splintering the fragile truce of this night

words, just worthless words

floating by

wrestling me to the ground

worthless words

devoid of all feeling, and of everything that should be true

disjointed and hollow

as my thoughts in melancholic comfort wallow

wrapping me in a shroud of accepted gloom

a vain cloak of indulgence, 
while revelling in the impending doom

and still the rain keeps pouring

clipping the wings of my dreams

that are no longer intent on soaring

but why do i subject you

to all this idle and quite bitter chatter

for when all is said and done and scribbled

will any of this matter?

so i take leave of you, yet again

as i surrender 

to the lunacy of the sane

and to the whipping

of the cold, biting harrowing rain...


Details | Free verse | |

Memories Of My Life

Ever remembered
Places where the sun still shines
Without my shadow
Oh how I do miss them

These wonderful dear people
Without whom so many special moments
Would never have occurred
Lasting visions frozen in time's echo

Countless tears shed in sorrow
In laughter
And in compassion
Those streams that I have swum

Father's hug so gentle
Yet solid as rock
Mother's caress supremely comforting
Beyond most vivid imagination

So many friends I have made
And some that I have lost
For now
Still soon we will be together

Billions of potential friends
Yet so few ticks of the clock
Siblings so very close
Now so far away

Past loves endlessly lingering
In almost forgotten kiss
Too many things left unsaid
So much I would like to say

Believing that the end
Is my real beginning
And days I have never known
I'll never truly miss

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn





Details | Rhyme | |

Memories

Memories are not meant to Hold,
its the beauty which is to be Shared.

Memories may at times give pain or tear us Apart,
but it always reminds us ,that it plays our life's important Part.
  
Within us every aspect of past seem to be foreseen,
it tells us through what all journey has been.

Memories may be good,sad or unforgettable,
but  the essence  of all this is so thoughtful.

It reminds of those people who left behind,but are with us within our souls,
People who remained with us ,completes us as a Whole.

Memories may Fade with Time,
with the pace of interminable Chime.

Memories spend acts like a Mirror,
which guides us to view life more Clear.


Details | Rhyme | |

May Be

Words isn’t here for me this night
I cannot hear them nor see
So much thoughts searching to hide
Perhaps if I shall but search for a memory

A memory wishing for to serve
To serve for an emptiness from the dark
And of moments unknown of be worth
Yet of moments to risk tearing me apart

If there were words for me
Did I know to spell if not to say?
Yet letters weren’t to be
Have I a passion if I may?

A memory simply to remember
Some life simply to distance afar
When simply a life I wish for a lesser
For a better life I know I cannot par

Was it words that weren’t there?
Yet I cannot hear them nor do I see
When its thoughts I haven’t care
Did I search for a memory?


Details | Free verse | |

Searching the crowd

My life was simple
Until I held the door
For one man, and nothing more
A simple thank you would have been enough
But I turned around 

In a split second
My life turned upside down
For a man I don’t know
And never knew

Pale white skin
Dark brown eyes

I lusted
I sinned
I swore I’d never do it again

You came 
We talked
Blah blah blah
My nerves settled in
Palms sweating, eyes meeting
Talk felt like vomit

A name; all I knew
Then I kept seeing you
We locked eyes and stared
Anxious; you told me to calm

But you had plans,
And I was stuck
Still stuck; this is what I am.

So I made my decision,
To look at you like a stranger
For I knew
What I’d do to a man like you

My looks deceiving
My body hiding secrets
Bearing a child
Covered in scars
Hidden away; a partner patiently waiting

At night I look to the man in the bed,
Never wanting to be myself again
Lusting for a man I never knew

You stopped and stared
Searching the crowd promptly at noon
I looked back, never daring to say a word
For I knew what I would get myself into

My heart aching and beating
Watching and waiting,
While you stood patiently

Ignore you, I could not do
I just glared
And the eyes were returned

But I didn’t stand my ground
I was stuck.
And this I swore not to do to you

While he plans 
And I stay awake, wishing for more talks

Talks we shared, now I can only rehearse
Lying wide awake in my bed
Thinking of a smile and tattoos

Since those days
I have looked for my exit
My way out

And his eyes once more
To be given a second chance
But he is gone

Never to see this man again,
Stuck in my regret,
I am stuck.


Details | Rhyme | |

Katana Blade: Repost

Do you know how much this bugs me,
And how these feelings aren't according to plan?
The things you've done tell me love me,
Though you're dating another man.

It's now we remain in silence,
About small mistakes that were made.
The reason why you and I hide this, 
Carelessness cuts like a Katana blade.





©2014 Honestly JT


Details | I do not know? | |

In the Trenches, In Love


In the Trenches, In Love


Digging deep, entrenched,
barricaded against love's bayonet,
securing the heart,
impregnable, shielded,

but,
love breaches the lines.

The defences crumble,
walls of steel melt away,
shields are lowered, 
minefields disappear,

as,
love overwhelms the night.


Alone now, desolate, exposed,
my embattled heart lies injured,
the fatal blow being dealt by you,

in the trenches, in love.



Details | Free verse | |

Waiting on That Call

If only I could kiss u as many times as I shed a tear last night.
I wish i were older. I wish people would  realize we are just two lonely kids trying to find a way in this world. I hope when the time comes for us to meet again we don't regret a thing. We will work out perfect we won't have to make anyone happy but ourselves. But for now, goodbye. I hope your life is as fun and amazing as you have made my life these past few months. I hope your successful, and I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I do. I hope you are happy in everything you do. Anyone who is yours is really lucky. Just know that when you need me to keep our promise, to find and fall back in love with each other, I'm where I always said I would be, waiting on that call, and on that day my life will be complete.


Details | Free verse | |

Reminiscences

A time for rest,
a time for enjoyment,
in order to keep our mind at peace,
we venture out,
in search for something quite special indeed,
these are known as memories,
in order to keep these memories as lively as possible,
we tend to travel afar,
finding a number of ways to preserve these,
especially the good ones though,
but elaborating on a number of these would exceed the pages indeed,
so keeping in short,
the travel to the Himalayas,
is what I can think of,
the elegance and the beauty of the place , 
keeps on registering in my mind from time to time,
how I wish to spend my time in there,
but a voice calls me back,
for it’s not yet time to rest in here!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Holler If You Here Me

I knew no other way to cry out and release this happening. 
I didn't intend to hurt you, I didn't intend for fantasies to hold truths outside my house yearning!
Passion can’t lift itself from this notepad fast enough and express the light outlining the shadows of my zombies. 
I am here but my mind is where my heart dreams to be. 
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs so that each sound captures its on solo. 
Do you hear me?
Standing in the sands of time the distance reels off mirages of us that could be while quick sand consumes the actuality of us. 
Voids are unavoidable due to the strength of inanimate objects called LOVED OWED!
I can’t make your heart feel something it wont just as I cant make my soul pretend to feel. 
Undress me naked and read the bold prints that define all of me as I am. 
Ink tattooed deep in the canvas of my skin. 
Damn holler if you here me because imma speak softly so I know you are listening. 
This is a one chapter, one page, one word hard shell book. 
Write your adventure with the second chapter, the second page..... The second word!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Deluge

The Deluge.

finally the deluge

skipping in rhythmic heartbeats
the softly sprinkling rain

hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts
the weary evening
 
glistening leaves
on beaming trees
 
blades of grass shimmer
like rough diamonds strewn about
 
and settling in my heart
is the softly lilting touch
of peace
of truth
 
of the rain clearing away
the debris of this passing day
 


Details | Free verse | |

And Even If

Walking into the bookstore with my mind as heavy as a drooping satellite,

I look up at a cafe timeline of the famous thinkers who split mind

and matter apart and onto a piece of paper, and I am granted with the pleasure of 

enjoying my first silent movie. My steps follow forward, and my eyes capture each

author’s life story portrait by portrait. 

And then I bump into her.

It takes me an entire ten seconds to realize it has taken me ten years

to realize what tough love really feels like. I rub my shoulder, look up,

and immediately I forget what time my heart told me it was.

And even if I only stare into your colors for three seconds, and I stand fixated

to the sticky floor since my frappuchino splashed

across my feet, the magic of a planet's rotation, atmosphere, and gravity has set

my satellite on a course to love again. 

And to believe that it is until just now that I remember that I forgot to ask, "How are you?"


Details | ABC | |

callum my voice in heaven


C IS FOR CALLUM,THE NAME GIVEN TO ME      
A IS FOR ALWAYS, LOVING ME UNCONDITIONALLY                                                
L IS FOR LOVE, IKNOW YOU WILL ALWAYS
L IS FOR LIFE , IL BE WITH YOU FOR LIFE , UNTIL END OF YOUR DAYS                             U IS FOR UNDERSTANDING MY MISCHIEVOUS WAYS                                                        M IS FOR MEMORIES, TILL WE MEET AGAIN


Details | I do not know? | |

self-indulgent blues

self-indulgent blues...


my voice is hoarse
from the silence of my relentless screams

my very self rots
in the darkened cave of my misplaced dreams

all of everything that once kept the knotted peace
is now tattered and in pieces

twisting in the howling wind of the futile present

wasting away with each breath that it thirstily seizes

when all is gained yet all seems sour and effortlessly lost

the remnants of each day wind up counting the dreadful cost

of an emptiness embraced and a solitude ushered deep inside

of a lost mind and a wandering soul

aimlessly stumbling for a place to hide

when thirty eight years seems far too late

to clamber out of this worthless state

and when another day seems entangled in the frayed strands of pitiless fate

it reduces the sum of all that has been lived

to a soiled emotionless moment of deadened grace

while the wandering soul drifts further away 

from ports of call into emptier space

where will all this dock if ever at all

the flailing untethered emotions diving as they keel over and fall

down into the crevasse of nothingness in the end

breaking and shattering further 

all that now has become impossible to mend

while the lunatic within refuses to bend

like a wound that festers ever on and on
becoming fruitless to tend

so much effort to churn out such pitiful verse and pathetic rhyme

worth nothing at all
today, tomorrow
or in a month's time

so as this pen is laid down tonight

it is surrendered gladly
for i'm far too fatigued to fight...


Details | I do not know? | |

Night

night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn

so

night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day

as

night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away


Details | I do not know? | |

A Broken Blade of Grass

the broken blade of grass
trampled by random fate
lies shattered on the cold
ground

the oblivious slayer of hearts
saunters away nonchalantly 
to a destination never to be found

where can I stumble to in this crazy beautiful vivid insane ugly real place that once was mine

when all that's left behind 
is the cacophony of merciless
sound and while for silence I achingly pine

but in the end...

it all adds up to nought while that bitter taste persIsts and lingers

while we allow the magical moments to slip through our blistered fingers

until we awake one day from our innured dream that we cling onto while we sleep

finally conceding that beyond mere words, we were hardly ever, that deep

on the contrary, rather shallow we have been as we continue to shovel emptiness into that space so hollow

while lulling ourselves with the promise of the past, and ignoring the freshness of the morrow

a tomorrow filled with peace

a tomorrow once captive, but now on the brink of release

a tomorrow not consumed by the wasted time of the bygone past

but a tomorrow brimming with a gentleness meant to forever last...


Details | Rhyme | |

memories

   memories


Today my mind wanders back to the past
To my first memory and to my last.
Much of my childhood I do not know
Where are the memories, where did they go?

I can see my brother and my dad,
I see my mom and it makes me sad.
I sit here with my mind filled with thoughts,
And my stomach gets all tide up in knots.

The memories I have are both happy and sad,
Some make me laugh and some make me mad.
But are they memories or just stories I have heard,
Has my brain just remembered them word for word?

They all seem real, like they might have been,
And I get this feeling deep within.
I may never know if my memories are real,
But I will always know how moments like this feel..


Written by 
Nancy stoy
Sept 20, 2014


Details | Didactic | |

Antiquity Born

                   Antiquity Born

Formed from chemical reactions on the tongues of infants
Tales with meanings, without letters were born
Hatched under desert rocks with bones in evolution
From grunting cave creatures
Human family members if memory serves 
Records from that time came by word of mouth alone
Tales to tell their stories without words emerged
Evident on stones in color and design
Etched bold enough to hold them throughout time
Old words are thicker than the past told
Through symbols, pictures, codes formed in antiquity 
Tools tell their story without the use of letters 
Ancestors return from history
Brought back to life
In images in form in ancient art


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And it Was Good

I still remember you.

No matter how far I get,
halfway across the world or not;
whether or not it's been two whole years,
two long years where so very much has changed;
doesn't make a lick of difference.
Damn, I still remember us.

Just last week, on a day
when the rain fell on our group
as we examined relics of the past,
a little of my own shone through
as I described to a fellow
our first kiss.

He talked about how he liked rainy days,
because when they came around 
he used to go to his girl
with flowers and watch movies,
and it was great.

This reminded me, gloriously,
of how, on a day much like that,
when the rain made anything possible
and you glowed;
how we went in my front yard to stand beneath it.

And how you hopped, skipped, and danced,
seemingly on the wet air,
laughing lightly as you did -
how, then, I simply had to have a kiss from you,
and it was magic.

Just a few days ago, I examined my life,
and how my parents are proud of me.
They've been for some time, and it's only grown now,
with my job and the distance.

In that, I thought of what my father sacrificed,
for my brothers and me,
part of the reason I've walked the path I have.

This reminded me, wistfully,
of a time when he knew I despaired,
over being suddenly bereft of you -
and he took me for a drive.

He let me vent, let me discuss you;
let me show him with words
some of the memories that to this day
dance behind my eyes.

He let me talk about how down I was,
first discovered my poetry;
half of it, at that time, about you.
He let me go on and on, and gave his advice,
and it was great.

You see, even where I am now,
even though it's been so long;
even though I've been over this for some time -
even though I swore I wouldn't do it again;
I still remember us.

I still feel connected.

It's infinitely different now,
and feels more like an old friend
with some special caveats
and very special memories,
than any yearning for us again.

You and I;
hard to describe.

It was short-lived, but hard-hitting;
like the raging tempest that passes
faster than breath, faster than thought -
awesome.

All I hope is one day, for something so wondrous
to exist once more, for each of us;
whoever it ends up being.

Don't mistake my intentions -
this isn't a letter of longing for a love, a life long lost.
It's just a letter.

A letter remembering what you may or may not,
what I do;
what has passed.

It was good.


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For Dr Martin Luther King Jr

For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
 
You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows
 
they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace
 
and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept
 
you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem
 
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
 
 
 
 


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Remember This Moment 78

The memory remains in my mind like a tattoo,
the way i used to hold you and look at you. 
Your touch was just right and your kiss was perfect,
if i could rewind the hands of time i would do it.

But the memory still remains in my heart,
the way we drew our love like an art.
Your golden blond hair sparkled even in the night,
is was so lovely i maybe even lost my sight. 

The music played with my hands on your hips,
maybe you didn't know how to move that's why i gave you tips.
Than when you understood the beat, you started to flow,
we moved together to the beat so nice and slow.

I can still feel the touch of your hands on my back,
the way you held me and you never looked back.
You are the one and only i told you before,
and i wasn't lying, i made it true into a default. 

Remember when you jumped into my arms at the sight of me, 
i held onto you hoping that, that feeling would never flee. 
We were so you and all so free,
but now i'm a million miles away, so just please remember me. 


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An Unfathomable Fortune

Dust hugged a vague object
That lay deep inside my closet
I shivered as I touched the box's cover
Unaware what I’m about to discover

Gently I placed it on my laps
Suddenly, a bird’s wings flapped
As it was freed from within
It wasn’t a unique bird coming from Berlin
But, the memory that burst deep inside 

Opening the box was so memorable
For childhood crept into my fingers cradle   
Flashbacks pierced my mind
As they flipped so quickly making me blind

The box’s belongings slowly opened their eyes
As light entered gracefully into their thighs
A marble switched on its engine
Beginning to role again

Beneath it was a paper with words scribbled
Indicating the friend that provided 
Me with this lovely structure
Accompanying it with a soft texture
Red, Blue, and Yellow were the three streaks’ colors
Designing its interior

I held it in my hand observing it with punctuality 
Realizing the string that held me so closely
To the moments I shared with its donor
For I knew my friend for a year
Due to her leave to another country

Even though it is a simple marble many could have
Yet, it is a mark that held a memory that was saved
Whenever I hold it in my hand
In fact, it is a treasure I shall never strand
For it held a friendship once shared
Between a child and her friend
With three streaks resembling three important factors;
Friendship, Memories, and Love shared with an acquaintance...


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Old Red

Old Red

Old Red woke the world as blazing sun was about to rise
 he was the world in a young child's tender heart and eyes
Sweet are those memories of Old Red 's many escapades
 his chasing away our loved Tomcat on his many little raids

Each day we needed not any old blaring electric alarm
 for Old Red was there doing such fine duties on our farm
The hens he kept so very safe, free from any great harm
 he was loved for his call, beauty and so very great charm

My Dad gave him , a little chick as a very special gift to me
 a most sweet morning that was, a future great love to be!
Over the next six years both our loves did so happily grow
 Old Red was exceptional and did truly my great love know

Everyday, I doing my chores and I kept him quite well fed
 nightly I journeyed forth to check him before going to bed
Locking up, protecting my Red from predators so very bad
 every morning hearing his blaring call so very, very  glad!

A young boy of eleven woke to a sad and fateful event 
 Old Red was about to find his last earthly hours spent
Dad had seen Old Red's duties were not quite up to par
 time to do his duty send Red to a kitchen not so very far 

Having slept late , quickly did I jump up from my bed
 racing outside to greet my very sweet friend Old Red
Only to see Old Red about to be cut so very, very dead!
 down came the axe and quickly off came my Red's head!

Dad spoke, son you knew this would some day have to come
 that sooner or later Old Red would a family meal become
Then it struck me, all things must eventually go their way
 Old Red, my great friend, was never meant to forever stay!

So long ago , now both my "Reds" are so sadly passed away
 both in my memories are so loved , each in a very special way

Robert Lindley, 06-21-2014

I got "Old Red" when I was only 5 years old , lost him six years 
later at eleven years old. Lost my Dad only four years later. Life is a 
blessing but in it we lose so many things we dearly love.
Losing a mother, father or child , absolutely nothing hurts more!!!
Sadly, I lost my father far too soon and two newborn infants as a 
very young married man.
So very , very blessed to still have my mother!


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Time Heals All Wounds

Today I couldn’t think of anything but you,
Cause your memory lingers in my mind.
It’s painful and makes me blue;
A way out I try to find,
Cause it’s killing me that I cant be with you.

Tonight I won’t be able to sleep,
Cause your voice will keep me awake.
My life your memory will reap;
All that has happened causes heartache,
Cause my feelings for you were truly deep.

Tomorrow my life will go on,
Cause I don't want to live in the past.
A reality now forgone;
This pain will somehow be surpassed,
And my feelings, someday, withdrawn.


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For Maya Angelou

For Dr Maya Angelou


Vanquished by the day one may be,
Beaten down by the barren night.
 
Faltering at times,
at times upright.
 
Still one stands.
One still fights.
 
For though one falls,
One must rise.


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It's All In The Mind

It's all in the mind to be remembered,
Layers in time to be rediscovered.
Memories are vivid colours, either
Good or bad, like shiny specks spread through time,
Permeating and embossing a life.
Pause and consider, it's all in the mind.

Hidden deep and quiet, you can fall 
Through a hole in your own reality,
Seeking to rescue tenuous treasures
From the deep pockets of experience.
These live on in the darkness, though pockets
Age into holes, but it's all in the mind.

The mind is a dark, untidy cupboard
To be sorted out on a rainy day,
Just very gently. Its recesses hold
The memories of a lifetime in trust,
Carefully interleaved with the days 
From the beginning. It's all in the mind.


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This Deserted Street

...walking down this deserted street

on rock-hewn shards tearing into blistered feet


the journey may be arduous and so very long

and the will may falter, the resolve may at times feel less strong


but the journey proceeds ever on

waging battle after minor battle, while the war of attrition rages on, never to be won


the destination, the culmination of the tortured soul's journey may never be attained

yet the spirit is infused with the strength, that from bitter lessons have been gained


thus the walk continues, the ceaseless trudging through this at times meaningless life

in joy, in misery, in the short moments of abundant plenty, and in the cold times of wretched strife


so it may come to pass on some distant, faraway day

when under the ground, in ashes we may lay


what then is the consolation of things accrued and possessions kept

when into this earth we shall return, to sleep like we have never slept


so picking up the pieces from here and there

the good, the bad, each one to share


and then leaving this realm to finally depart

back to the place where the whole saga may once again start


thinking not of morbid thoughts, no, none of this is that way meant

merely grasping the moments left, and in grasping them, to pause and think on how wisely they may be spent


for once the end knocks as it shall inevitably upon the door

and once the theatre of life's curtain drops to the stage floor

the grand truth may be something beyond what these eyes can see
yet the small truths may be the release that eventually set the caged soul free...


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Memories If Remembered

Tonight... I serve to remember
Shall time be of guidance to permit
This night... whence be minuted a never
For a memory is what I seek

Blurred were memories forever to be
Never as detailed as seeing to believe
Yet to remember... what belongs to see?
Won’t you only bother that of achieved?

To remember is a differ to memories
Yet memories need that of remembering
And to be that host of in-hospitalities
Who exactly might you end up favoring?

Don’t it all boils down to a selfless deed?
However broad from whence selfishness is to begin
Haven’t we all had wounds that didn’t bleed?
For haven’t you a pain that came from dreams?

This night... hours were given permit
I chose it for life to remember
A detailed memory is something I need
Yet a blurred vision memoirs forever


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Renaissance

It's interesting how far I've come,
Constantly moving forward.
In times when I feel down or up,
Thus be the life of a poet.

This, it should've been positive,
Then someone finds out I write.
Love, I don't think she wanted it,
But I should move on with my life.






©2014 Honestly JT


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DRAUGHT

Bitter dregs of life's elixir
just enough sweet to bury the bitter
small tastes of what is fine
to keep us going within our time
 
Love is not a convenient thing
when it disappears the heart does sting
though full does it make everything
when gone sorrow and weeping
 
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
though bowed low in you I'll trust
you have torn away my shield
naked before you within your field
 
Oh cherished muse hear my cry
through falls of tears did loved one die
swayed and shaken by what I feel
hills and valleys and waves I reel
 
accursed is the lot of man
death destroys the golden strand
no resistance even strong here land
the mouth of grave does ever expand
 
Though I cherish knowledge of the future
currant cuts and pain beneath the suture
the loss and grief of present time
can make a woman lose her mind
 
All mankind of this chalice drink
It's liquid swallowed on the brink
ingested fluid in each man's hour
against it's draft has no man power
 
Imprisoned in death are family and friends
and some few have met kinder ends
into tombs and crypt and grave descends
and upon it's bed many confess their sins
 
Even those having been reborn
will face the coming of it's storm
our souls descended of this family tree
and you oh Jah will hold our memory
 
Into the dust our lives return
await the future for which we yearn
and sink we do into the maw of death
till times resurrection Son returns our breath
 
Every nation the memorial tombs do field
in it's demise our truths do yield
and to it's rest are all paths sealed
even those who to the truth have kneeled
 
Gen 3:19 Ecc. 9:4-6 Dan 12:2 Rev 20:12-13
Prov. 27:20 Is 28:15-18 Rev 1:18
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


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No More This and That

...no more this and that as
the sweltering pain distills empty chit-chat

in the clarity of the dawn
while blinded lovers fawn

the words that are spoken are mostly broken

meant not in truth but merely as a consolation token

of placating shredded hearts with lie upon lie

while weaving tales high up in the unreachable sky

torn and twisted truths clung onto so tight-fisted

but as the smoke clears the truth sears

through the gurgling blood flowing down the years

and after hour upon hour of salt-drenched tears

while long suppressed fears springs forth and reappears

as feelings shift gears and as it all in a flash disappears

and though yesterday was gentle and the passions elemental

today its all just slipped away

beyond reach of even tomorrow as emotions faltered and began to sway

and so wrath wraps itself in doleful cloth

silently despising all movement yet resenting all weary sloth

wheezing past the denizens of the glorious ivory towers

seated on fences that expose all defences

stripping away the layers of dismembered senses

and in the end the one that breaks is the one that refuses to bend

to yield and lower the mock shield

stamping its bitter verdict inside an emptiness that is within a vacuum sealed

so awaken to the realisation that all that was has been forsaken

while idle moments seem ripe to be taken

through thick and thin and the bluster and the din

of feeling the agony of being kicked in the shin

and cast aside, off from the always treacherous ride

with nowhere left to go

and no place safe to hide...


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Sea of confusion

Have you ever directed your attention to the sea? 
How unassuming she seems to be! 
Gently she laps back and forth, 
Unimaginable is her depth!  

Till! Suddenly! 
She seems to have been angered, 
Some invisible force has caused her, fury! 
She rages, unwilling, unable to be quietened, 
Then, just as suddenly, Silence! 

I would liken us, too, that sea. 
For we are inconsistent, just like she, 
Prone to sudden actions. 
Long spells of calm appreciation,
Under the surface reside, rage and fire.

Till something, we know not what, 
Sparks that fire under the surface. 
Then we rage for a time, unchecked! 
Then rest peacefully, the rage, momentarily quietened. 

We are unassuming, just as she. 
No one on face value would guess our fury. 
A mask of deceit we wear, just as confidently as she. 
A mask of unchecked power! 


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Pondering Life On A Cool Morn

Pondering Life On A Cool Morn 

Sitting here all thoughtful and so quite alone
shadow on the floor, cat is outside on the roam
House is so very quiet, empty and a bit cold
this brief spell was my entire life so long ago

Yet now just a silent temporarily lonely state
because my darling wife leaves early as of late
Our son to babysitter has so early just flown
too soon, too soon , a man then he'll be grown!

I sit in silence pondering such thoughts this morn
how tragic had our beloved son not ever been born
As the cool breeze eases into this large room
memories come calling with a splash and loud boom!

Immediately my heart stirs to take glowing flights
as those coins now give such brilliant new sights
The glow of love and a life now so very at peace
such treasures fill my heart and many joys unleash!

Robert J. Lindley, Feb 18, 2012

Found this write on a paper folded into a coat pocket 
in clothes we are donating to charity. I had simply forgot writing it!
My coat goes but my write stays and into my journal it will 
now be recorded.


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Rambling

Sleepless nights,
Tales from a rambling man,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
To deaf ears,

Long flights,
With both feet on the ground,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
But no one hears a sound,

Give your all to the world,
With intentions of receiving nothing,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
Am I working towards something?

Let my words soothe your soul,
Let my heart give you happiness,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,
Ramble on,


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70s Summer Memories

Oh these lazy hazy days of summer
in sunny Scotland that I remember
where these balmy warm evenings
in the early 70s right through to September

Having just passed my test
drove my first mini car
spent early evenings with a pepsi
in the local wimpy bar

Spent some nights watching soccer
watching young talent of tomorrow
listening to radio that did rock
Beach Boys, Blondie loved it with no sorrow

Well now in my autumn years
looking back with experience of time
seeing through with all my hindsight
these were days of quality prime


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One Year

31,536,000 seconds and we age one year,
Time never to be replaced,
Things we did and did not do,
All the happiness and all the fear.

525,600 minutes and we age one year,
Edging closer to our demise,
Finite things to see and love,
To touch and to hear.

8,760 hours and we age one year,
The choices that we made,
Remaining safe behind our masks,
Or risk shedding a tear.

365 days and we age one year,
Following a narrow path,
Steady and acquiescent did we stay,
Or off the trail did we veer.

52 weeks and we age one year,
Our youth falls far behind,
Activities we much enjoyed,
Now too much to bear.

12 months and we age one year,
The people we have met
The places we have gone
The faces we did wear.

4 seasons and we age one year,
Life now so expeditious,
The future becomes blurred
And the past becomes so dear.

By Warren Wurzburger
June 2011


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Spake

Do say my words
Touch your heart
Uplift your spirits
And stops time
Please love me enough
To stay
Don't turn from me
Don't walk away


Do say I am a beauty 
Of your eye that you
Will love me for a lifetime that those women don't
Have a chance with you
That I truly belong to 
You


Do say that as your wife
When you're sick I take away 
Your strife I mend your pain
I clear your name


You spoke one word:" Yes".
I took your love as kind
It stayed in mind


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To the day when person left or died

We are often feeling 
A sweet memories
Of a people we have meet
And would never forget

Thous days when we were together
Under sunny day
Crying out laughter
And dreams field with flowers
It is like it would be forever

Every human will experience
The feeling of loneliness
They would look behind to their past
To the day when person left or died.

(Think of this poem as a song of life cycle)


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Life's Lessons

Life’s Lessons
By Spidey Williams
Question: How Many Do You Agree With?

I was sitting in an old TRUCK,
thinking back on the days when I was a young BUCK.
Now how I’m still young looking for BUCKS.
I see how many things still have not CHANGE,
because the most important life’s lessons, I have kept the SAME.

As I drifted away now down memory LANE:

1. What you hold dear always keep it NEAR.
2. What you keep near never FEAR.
3. What you dislike always FIGHT.
4. What you decide to let go keep it GONE.
5. Because once it’s gone it’s no point of holding ON.
6. What you don’t know will still HURT.
7. And what doesn’t kill you only makes you STRONGER!

These were some of the first thoughts I ever THOUGHT

As I begin to remember some of the life’s lessons I was TAUGHT.
As I thought about conversations I would’ve had with Jesus on the CROSS.
Thinking about how much love it took to stay up there to save a world that was 
LOST.

As I drifted back down memory LANE

1. Never die for something you don’t even believe IN.
2. Never stand for what you will never fall FOR.
3. Never fall for anything TWICE.
4. Never swing at what you cannot even SEE.
5. Never loose faith because you start to convince yourself, it’ll never BE.
6. Watch your enemies and watch yours friends even CLOSER.
7. And always remember there’s nobody like FAMILY!

Man I’ve learned many things in my twenty-two YEARS.

I decided a while back to be better than the BEST.
I separated myself so I could be unlike the REST.

And unlike the REST,
 I was self motivated and determined,
 people would read my words of life and CHANGE!

As I drifted back down memory LANE

1. The past is the past my present is now and my future will COME.
2. I will make changes now to better my FUTURE.
3. So when my future comes my present will be a direct reflection of my PAST.
4. What you can change, CHANGE.

 I’ve learned many things but the most important two things I’ll always SAY

5. Knock and the door shall be open, seek and you shall FIND!








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Home

Home


Squirming through my skin, 
moulting once again.

Roots flailing like rotting driftwood, 
bashed upon the merciless shore.

Home awaits the weary traveller, 
to comfort and offer solace.
No home awaits me, 
mere bricks and scattered memories.

Lost in the folds of memory, 
a withered identity beyond recall.

Home.

Long misplaced by the wayside, 
forever gone, vanished in time.

Home.

As skin moults with dreary repetition.

No home, no place of solace.

For I left myself in a half-forgotten alley, 

While I forever trawl for the way home.


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Three-Story Pie

Whipped meringue piled high
Underneath the rest of the pie
Layer upon layer pleases the taker
Mother the best pie maker

Underneath the rest of the pie
Vanilla custard soft and yellow lies
Mother the best pie maker
Now the recipe in memory has died

Vanilla custard soft and yellow lie
Layer upon layer please the taker
Now the recipe in memory has died
Whipped meringue--piled high


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domino effect of an obvious rupture

there is an obvious rupture
in the relationship that s/he’s trying to
preserve---
it showed its face when s/he accepted
kindness from someone that s/he secretly
found attractive,
it showed its face when s/he started to 
remember things about him/her 
that s/he really shouldn’t have been 
pondering for so long, had s/he been
truly dedicated to his/her significant other of
choice---
certainly the rupture began to show
when the flirting began,
when the two tossing their heads bag in
laughter,
began to blurt out the name, the memory of
the other faces not present in the moment &
some would say that 
danger
was being invited---
the domino effect echoes,
it stains & forms an imprint on the inside,
even if one doesn’t really think they want it &
when they go home at night & 
they want to ****, but the person they’ve chosen
doesn’t feel like rolling over,
they go to their special place &
masturbate to the memory of this new person in
their life,
with eyes squeezed shut,
with heart beating fast,
wishing that they had done different,
wishing that they had held out alone 
for just a little bit longer,
thinking that all the pieces would’ve fallen
the exact same way---
after the release,
sitting in their own juices,
they long with all their heart to see this new person
again,
knowing that the dominos are still falling,
knowing that it can all be leading towards something,
wondering if it is all worth it to
toss the present stability up into the air,
in order to try 
again.


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A Shinning Star

A shining star a loyal son 
 That smile, that wave you were special to us John 
 We watched you grow as if you were our own 
 And now we face the future all alone 
 You set yourself apart from the family 
Yet you could never escape their tragedy 
We think about what could have been 
 And shake our heads and say what a sin 
 We hoped and prayed they were wrong 
 We are haunted by the memory of that song 
 Forever young you will always be 
And now you’re with John and Bobby 

In Memory of John Kennedy Jr


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Love, Mania, and Verse

Love, Mania, and Verse

The pendulum swings,
while the mania in my head,
strips me bare and yanks me,
into the cauldron of love.

Once again,
never divining the tea leaves,
knowing, always knowing,
the gnawing knots of unease,
that curl into a fist.

My isolation is a shield,
a suit of armour,
tightly clad around my self,
once worn,
then discarded,
taking its place,
on my barren shelf.

Love, mania and verse,
coalesce, beseeching me,
with timeous forewarning,
not to tread into the quicksand,
that slippery bog of promise.

Yet,
in times past,
in moments present,
tis' that very promise,
that I cling to.

At times I lose,
myself in the crowd,
rebelling in the solitude found there,

at times I claw,
my way back to the now,
aching for the pain that stings,

the buried voice that sings,
dirges to forgotten emotions,

scribbled verse that flings,
the toys out of my cot,

while I wait,
for the mania to stop,

knowing,
always knowing,
that it shall be,

merely a matter of time,
before the other shoe,
must, as always, 
drop.


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Words

Words are strong 
Words are deep
They make you think
One simple word
Can change an opinion 
Where did words
get there power 
Why do words 
have so much contro


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ODE TO THE MEMORY MAKERS

Do you want to hear a story, perhaps an anecdote or two . . .
There is a place to do it, when life caves in on you.

There is a group of people who share their lives today . . .
I found them only by happy circumstance, as I was traveling this way.

They get together once a month, to tell tales of their past . . .
Each one in their particular way have stories that will last.

Each one could talk for hours on end, and there would be no lulls . . .
For the times and places they have been, are etched upon their souls.

Their pleasure in remembering is a joy to all who hear . . .
We like to listen to the tales they tell, they give us all a cheer.

The lives they have led, the people they've known, the places they've been to . . .
Are celebrated with us each month, as if we'd been there too.

The moments in time that in our hasty lives, we often will forget . . .
Are cherished now as memories, especially the ones we seem to fret.

Memories, I know, are not for us alone and need to be shared . . .
Even the ones we don't want to think on, the ones that made us scared.

The stories they share with us are not just a reason for rhyme . . .
But I wanted each of them to know, how much I enjoy this time.

Because of them, I have remembered so many things of my own past . . .
Times that I'd forgotten, but have come back to me at last.

The darkest corners of memory are brightened by their chat . . .
I, for one, know I will always be grateful for that.

Our thought are put in new perspective - even the darkest ones we save . . .
But however dark and grim they are, as memories they behave.

To all the MEMORY MAKERS present and past who grace us all this way . . .
This rhyme is for you, "Thank You" for sharing your lives with us, past, present, and today.


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Memory Like a Sieve

Memory like a Sieve

Are you like me and do your friends forgive
The fact you have a memory like a sieve
They tell you things like times to meet
Your always late they stand in the street
	
They think its senility your getting old
Cause you forget no matter how often you’re told
You find yourself daydreaming thinking of nought
Just can’t hold a message just can’t keep a thought

You wake up each morning with something to do
You just about remember to go to loo
You start boiling an egg and then switch on the telly
It burns to the pan my god is it smelly

Just like I did with this rhyme, it was started of yore
I suddenly found it again one day it was lying on the floor
I should have finished it before, but please forgive my blunder
You see I have a memory not like a sieve more like a colander


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The Embrace

I held a memory in my arms
one night, not long ago,
how strong was she,
how weak was I;
the rush of past love
ran through my veins,
the flood of pain
ran through my heart,
this feeling, this confusing feeling
I held tightly with closed eyes.
Suddenly, I wasn't me,
I was him.
Yes, I was him!
A young man, no, a boy,
not knowing how to love,
faking my way through it all,
seeing her face with closed eyes,
feeling the years with closed arms,
I didn't want to let go now,
I never wanted to let go then,
the embrace of a thousand lifetimes,
the tears of a million years,
I had to let go,
I had to unlock my grip,
I needed to open my eyes;
once again, she was gone,
but the person was still there,
she was standing in front of me.
A memory locked away
suddenly spewed forth by another;
A clone? A reincarnation?
Not possible, not likely.
Another who touched deep inside me,
a heart connecting to a soul,
a life giving life back
to a weary traveler in time,
an embrace, a simple human act
gave motion to a body at rest;
that feeling, never ever duplicated
finally awakened from its prison,
the embrace of old in totally new,
the heart of one touching
the broken soul of another,
connecting with that one long embrace.


Details | Ballade | |

Counting time

13 Weeks, 2 Days, 11 Hours & 21 Minuets,
That's how long you've been gone,
and today I thought about you non-stop,
Its like that everyday
So hard to forget all of the things I loved about you, but didn't see
You're life was long & happy, yet I only see your pain
I wish I could see you smiling,
But my memory plays like a broken record since you passed,
Its like I have a broken heart, broken for the first time
An unexplainable heartache, I wish I could see you one last time,
Id tell you I love you - again
Because today I mean it more than ever,
You were like a Mother to me, and I never told you that,
I hope you know how loved you were,
Time is passing slowly, life hurts
Soon I hope to look back with acceptance and look back with pride,
That god needed an angel, and that it was your time,
Your memory is burned within me, and I will never forget
You were more special to me than both of us ever knew
Good night, God Bless darling, I love you
xxxxxx


Details | Rhyme | |

Focused Haze

There are washes of colour
There are sounds that flit across my head
There are tastes of summer
There are winds to guide me from my bed

But now in darkness I sit
I breathe only in memories
Exhaling a new flame unlit
To reignite the old stories

The coarse smoke drifts aside
I pause in reality’s limbo
Inhaling I look inside
To the calm whisper of “right now”

Sunglasses, broken here and there
With deep brown eyes behind
Her harsh smoke begins to fill my air
Though I have no care to mind

The accent now I remember that
Its fragments burst in my ears
A certain warmth to it, in fact.
Shattering the illusion of fears

The wind picks up, the clouds roll in 
The picture fades to grey
Then broken by a brighter light
The midday sky of May

A prize pair with ice cream cones
Sat talking in the sun
With not a care and happy tones
Watching the families and their fun

One with ice cream on his nose
Dressed in full black kit
The other in a hoodie green
Grey jeans to go with it

But the sun wears on, the laughter fades
The clouds now turn to night
It’s well past twelve the vision dims
Now I must find my light

So finally on broken ground
She turned to walk away
We then were weary from our work
So had little else to say 

And through the dark I watched in vain 
as alone, she walked her way
Before I called her name again 
And beckoned her to stay

A warm hug in the cold night,
The final thing we did share
An embrace held in long and tight
To thaw the cruel night air

The vision fades black 
Though now it is somewhat clear
And Pink Floyd rings in my head
“How I wish, how I wish you were here”


Details | I do not know? | |

Rape

 The thought of you makes my skin crawl.  
 The memory of your touch is the likeness of a biblical plague.  
 It was your careless, cruel actions that maimed my body.  
 My mind is forever haunted with the memory of my
 hopeless defensive fight.

 I am alive and by all outside standards I am well. 
 But inside my fear has begun to dwell.  I am so 
 scared to close my eyes but even more frightened
 to leave them open.  I lie in bed each night, wide 
 awake, praying for the nighttime to end.   My ears 
 strain for a sound, any sound.  Chills run up and down 
 my spine.  My heart pumps so fast that it jars my body.
 
 Look what you have created.  Look what you have done. 
 My night of terror has turned into a lifetime sentence of
 horror.  Where does my pain end and yours begin?  I am
 losing myself in my sea of fear, screaming but no one
 is around to hear.


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Coming Back Home - On My Way To You

Dawn: I slipped away, started walking…

I walked alone for a thousand days -

I wandered through crowded cities,

Trudged through untrodden ways.

 

Now every road looks the same to me,

The allure of the unknown has faded.

Every day I lose myself a little more,

Always a cynic, I feel even more jaded.

 

It’s been so long I don’t even remember

What I was looking for when I set out

Leaving everything, everyone behind

With no scruples, no shadow of doubt.

 

Now I crave for things long forgotten;

I long for the times when secretly I knew

That no matter how far I drifted,

I would always find my way back to you.

 

Only you’ve gone someplace I can’t follow;

Not yet. Someday soon  although.

For now, I’m ready to come home and face

Your memories from a million moons ago.


Details | Free verse | |

METRONOME

It ticks , ticks , ticks like a clock
          I am nine and I know
it demands something 
          but what ? am I suppose to rush to do ?
It sits on the piano
     and demands my attention
but my attention has long since gone elsewhere
          at three I would have listened
          my fingers would have danced to its beat
but I'm now nine and the time
         that has demanded my attention
has been filled with distance , distrust
     abuse , and the insistence of law
do this , don't do that , don't talk
     don't run , just walk
absolutely absolutely DON'T TALK
          at three I heard the music
                    at nine music no longer exists
in my life , only for those who could hear it 
in my life the tick tick tick
     means far more than rhythm
it means if I don't get this something 
done RIGHT NOW I can expect something
                   very unpleasant 
Here that tick means time 
          and what must "get" accomplished
no rhythm and it's glorious dance 
          a poetry of tones
          a dance of resonance 
like the clear ripples in a pond
and one note , one stone  , can move
          everything in it's path
But life here is one solid stone wall
          unmovable , cold , stone
nothing I know at this age 
          can transform stone
          into a resonating energy
that can complete the cosmos I live in
          So , yes I had one recital 
and rejected the metronomes influence
          timing may be everything
But I am human
          and I must account for it
                at my own speed

Nov 2014 C Michael Miller
Poetry of Providence


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Wonderful Nana

A gentle whisper
Throughout our hearts,
A memory never lost
A loving woman dear to our hearts.

Her smile would wipe away
The coldest of fears,
Her gentle love would wipe away 
The endless tears.

Even though she has gone away
Her love and memory is always 
Here To Stay!!

We love you Nana with everything 
that we are and we know that you 
are now walking in Glory with God,
and all of our lost loved ones. 
Godspeed Nana


Details | I do not know? | |

life is one day gone

looking back so long ago

those days i was so young

you held my hand and hugged me tight

its so hard to let go

the memories i have i keep inside

i pretend your still here

cause the thought of loosing someone i love

my hart it tears

 

you never know what you have until one day its gone

you can always keep a memory but life its one day gone

love it last for ever, its always in your hart

but life is one day berried, beneath where we walk

you can always keep a memory

but life is one day gone

 

you left so many lessons

yet so much left to learn

looking threw this picture book

there's a tear on every page i turn

birthday party's and Christmas day

vacations at the lake

i miss you so much... i miss you every day

one day im sure we'll meet again

but right now its not the same

 

you never know what you have until one day its gone

you can always keep a memory but life its one day gone

love it last for ever, its always in your hart

but life is one day berried, beneath where we walk

you can always keep a memory

but life is one day gone......life is one day gone


Details | I do not know? | |

Vacuum

Callously discarding,

talismans of heart and soul,

hastily scorching all bridges,

in a supernova burying me whole,

retreating into emptiness,

no salvation to be found,

sins too many to absolve,

drowning, in a freshly
dug hole in the cold ground.

Hollow, empty, barren desolation closes in,

asphyxiating me,

within the walls of my dismal room,

sinking into the abyss,

disappearing, fading, lost forever,

inside an emotionless,

vacuum


Details | I do not know? | |

RIP OG

Your heart was pure 
your love was huge
your kindness could heal any bruise 
you helped us all when we were down
and now your gone and not around 
Our tears are flowing out of control
ravaging all i use to know 
you helped me find the true me 
taught me that being different is a good thing 
that within the darkness there is always a light 
that nothings all bad 
that there’s always hope 
and always time to laugh 
that when life knocks us down
were strong enough to fight
to not fear change because it’s a good thing
that sometimes good can come from bad 
as long as you look on the bright side
that we all have a purpose
and when we fulfill that purpose our time is done.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Clock

This clock ticks. Ticks away at what time I have left. Each second passing as another memory captured by my eyes like pictures embeds itself into the back of my mind. Locked away so deep they can never be recalled again. I once liked it this way, seeing as how they were unwanted. But now, now I wish for them to stay as so many new ones have been created. Many more to come as well. I once hated this clock, thinking it does nothing but tick to remind me it's slowly running out. I hated that time moved so fast, changing everything around me every time I blinked my eyes. Leaving everything I once knew behind. Now, now I welcome each passing second. I finally realized I was always looking at the clock with blind eyes, reading it with sadness and hate. I look at it now with only happiness and faith. Faith that things can do nothing but change for the better. I see these changes i've always searched for, no longer afraid of them. I can hear this clock ticking. Ticking now only to count each memory created, loving every second of it. I enjoy this clock, gratefull that it has opened my eyes to the truth of life.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Letter Life Can Be So Unfair

You tug at my heart strings 
Your memory plays with my mind 
So many tears this brings 
Sorrow i thought would heel over time 

But time has come and gone 
My heart still feels the same 
With each passing dawn 
Your memory still remains

I forever wanted to hold you 
To never let you go 
But no one ever knew 
This would never be so

Holding on to your picture
Wished i kept that lock of hair 
So much sorrow i endure 
Oh how life is so unfair


Never did i know 
That hug would be the last 
It was the day you had to go 
Leaving only memories of are past


I sadly often speak of you 
I have the memories i can share
Always ending with who ever knew 
How life can be so unfair

I hear we all have a day 
That are life here must end 
Until than i will pray
For my heart to mend

Until that day comes for me 
Your memory in rhyme i share
Again it will be you and me 
Speaking on how life can be so unfair










Details | Sonnet | |

A Memory

A memory once so full of life
Has its strength to again revive?
Would have had if not been forged with
The load of sorrow and painful thing
But does that mean an arch of smile
Can be camouflaged with just few brine?
And so a memory once filled with joy
Could not bring cheer as like a child with toy
But the longing and fear hammer hard
Whenever you remind you of pain and stark
And that the happiness is such a weak
Unable to defend a memory!
But a single touch of agony can breathe
For years over the highest peak...?


Details | Verse | |

Just Something

Just something

 

Sparkle of light, 

rush of waterfall,

windy path of a kite,

delighted bounce of a ball,  

blossom of a child,

just something to be happy about. 

 

black and white photos of weddings, 

joy on their faces, 

first time going sledding, 

first time winning a race, 

wonder of a child, 

just something to remember about. 

 

A spark of life, 

the cool summer breeze of the sea, 

the cruelty of winter's sharp-edged knife, 

the intensity of leaves falling from that tree, 

growth of a child, 

just something that's about to change.


Details | I do not know? | |

They Do Not See Me at All

They Do Not See Me at All

they do not see me at all...

as I walk through these desecrated avenues

of soul-deadening frenzy

I see them all rushing past me

and no matter how hard I try to holler and to call

they do not see me at all

it seems at times, that invisible am I

for when I reach out, and shriek out, and when on my knees I crawl

they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I have tried to raise their ire, I have taunted and goaded them, till exhausted and fatigued, to the cold damp ground I fall

still they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

I stand mutely then and wave my hands all around while scribbling verses in my unintelligible scrawl

and yet they rush past me

for they do not see me at all

they rush past me, knocking me over without ever looking back

and then trampling over my fallen form, they look past my limp crumpled shadow, as they whine on in their monotonous drawl

for they do not see me at all

and when at last I see them look my way, and as a flicker of recognition crosses their faces

I wish to crawl back into my nothingness

where they cannot see me at all


Details | I do not know? | |

We Shall Always be Many More

We Shall Always be Many More
(For the dispossessed of this world)
 
we shall always be many more
we who roast in your designer factories
our brows dripping with our salty sweat
we who may forgive but shall never forget
 
we shall always be many more
we who reek of cheap moonshine
we who stagger and often stumble
we whose stomachs never cease to rumble
 
we shall always be many more
we who polish your fine bone china
we whose pay gets docked if one cup is chipped
we who fight your wars, and off to battle get shipped
 
we shall always be many more
we who clean up after your pretty children
we whose kids are hungry, naked and get swept
into the bowels of desolation, as mothers’ tears are wept
 
we shall always be many more
we who do your dirty work each day
we who you treat like vermin, foul and rotten
we whose trampled dignity is always forgotten
 
we shall always be many more
we who will rise up and seize the light of hope
and reclaim what is ours for our daughters and sons
though we will always be in the cross-hairs of your guns
 
we shall always be many more
and there shall be many more of us still to come
to rid you of your smug arrogance and endless greed
for we too have children whom we have to feed
 
we shall always be many more
‘and the meek shall inherit the earth’
or something like that though we no longer care
for we shall rise up one day to demand our rightful share
 
we shall always be many more...


(With thanks to Ken Loach’s movie ‘Land & Freedom’)


Details | I do not know? | |

Why'd You Have To Go?

Why’d you have to go?
This is home,
This is were the heart is,
Where your start is.
And this is where you sat
Everyday
And every night I look
But I can’t stay,
Have to look away,
It’s your memory that haunts me,
You memory that taunts me,
And I have to run away.
I know if I stay
That I’ll just waste away.
I know that I have to go,
I put on a good show
But the fights over,
I can go.
But your memory it haunts me,
Still always taunts me.
And I’m afraid I’ll go down,
And get stuck in that hole in the ground
That leads to hell.
Hope you’re well,
Because rotting in this I won’t be.
In my own house,
Your house,
Hell looks a lot like home.
Why’d you have to go?


Details | Rhyme | |

Memories

Yesterday is where a memory waits
That we can only make today
Time becomes the enemy
That wipes them all away

A memory is a piece of time
Sometimes good or bad
A little piece of history
A moment that we had

Sometimes we're reminded
Of things we can't recall
It doesn't matter how we try
We just can't remember it all

Sometimes we choose to forget
A memory that brings us pain
But tiny pieces of heartache
Somehow still remain

Memories never last forever
Always hold them dear
So smile today and reminice
For tomorrow they disappear






Details | I do not know? | |

Masks

Masks.

Fingers,
clawing at my face,
slipping beneath the facade,

tugging, tearing, flailing,

stripping off the veneer,
exposing the fragmented decay,
cloaked,
under this mask I wear today.

Hands,
groping for another layer,
embroidered on my thin skin,

peeling, rotting, searing,

shaving away the truths,
entwined in a jagged kiss,
revealing,
the vacuum of an emotional abyss.

Fleeing,
from myself yet again,
bound for nothingness,

desolate, cold, empty,

lost on barren pathways,
bruising my heart as I tread,
shuddering,
at the horrors that lie ahead.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dilution of Memory

The Dilution of Memory.


Embers fade,
disappearing into hushed night.

Petals wither,
falling on soft grass.

Words pale,
obscured by anguish within.

Faces blur,
dimmed by galloping years.

Kisses lose,
the urgency of bygone furnaces.

Feelings recede,
lying dormant in shielded vaults.

Love loses,
fatigued after numberless skirmishes.

Pain flees,
seeking new wounds to inflict.


Scars remain,
sentinels against,

the dilution of memory


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Place

do you know the feeling i feel?
that feeling you feel when you feel a feeling you felt before?
that yummy feeling of a delightful memory you will forever charish
that memory that has you smiling and giggling?
a crisp feeling in your belly of happiness?
i feel as if i should let you know im feeling this way 
because its important you feel that very same way
its a feeling you must feel everyday
or else it will just fade away!
like a red kite, flying away, 
a very tragic tale..
but you must keep the kite near the warm ground
keep it close and tight and loved.
lets feel this feeling now, 
so remember a day where nothing was in the way
not a care, not a worry and deffinatly not a quarelle 
feel the breeze, maybe not of wind
but of greatness in you.
feel it for just a moment and return to the world
give it a smile and walk on by.


Details | Bio | |

Abusers You Need To Hear This

What  you  may not  understand is  when a abuser abuses someone. They destroy the trusting mind of the person that is  being abused. 
No matter  what  age  for what ever illness you  have . You  have no right  to  abuse anyone  young or  old  alike  male  or   female  alike.words  do hurt just  like physical abuse. It remains  in  a person's  mind  for years to follow.Not trusting others  due to the fact  of  being abuse  is  very hard there is always  some  doubt.Successful relationships are hard to have.Watching Tv  reading the paper  may click this  memory  that is wished  to  be erased forever. There is  no miracle  medcine or no medical procedure that can take that  memory away.So before you abuse  take this in mind. 
Keep your  mouth and  hands to yourself.Seek help  that  you  so need. 
Noone asks to be sexually or physically or  mentally  abused. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Memories revisited

10:10 PM  26 July
2014

memories revisited
memories retold
of special times
that happened a long
time ago

pie in the early
morn
t shirts marked by
tiny hands worn

flowers planted by
eager hands
now grown before me
stand

wooden swing built
for two
for little girls
with nothing to do

memories so dear to
me
these are my
treasures that only
I can see


Details | Light Poetry | |

Bucket List

Bucket List-
When you really think about it, in depth, what is this thing we call Life? Is it a person living, a soul, a body? 
No. It's the one chance we get to prove ourselves. Some short, some long, and a prayer said for those whom have never truly lived at all. 
Staying within the boundaries of which you were born is not Life, it's settling. Settling with where you are, and limiting yourself to what you know, and the experiences you could have. 
What is it to you to hear someone explain that cool wind brushing across your face while standing on a mountain, in Alaska, where it is 2 am but your staring off into the lit up distance?
Nothing. Because It's only a picture in your head of a memory you'll never have. But why? Why listen to the stories. Why gasp over the pictures of the Grand Canyon, Rome, A Vineyard in Italy, etc. 
Just GO. 
Go...not for me, or for your peers, but for you. 
For you, that somewhere down the road you may look back on those times and know that this Life you have lived is not wasted. Why are the 7 wonders of the world there if you aren't going to experience them? And/or go beyond that. 
Paint a picture in your head of every dream, wonder, and future memory you wish to have. Every one wont come true, but you'll have the memory of trying. One more thing to look back and laugh on. 
Learn. Learn about places you've never heard of, experience things you never would have thought of. Give yourself these opportunities, for you never know in whom you may come in contact with. Their lives may change because of your story. 
Many more people would pass after living a fulfilling life, rather than never seeing outside of this country. 
Not every adventure will prosper, because as nice as it seems, you can't get there on dreams. But every experience will come in due time. It will never come too early, or too late. It will come right when God intended, right when you were suppose to meet the people in which you will come in contact with. So don't be afraid, don't be just a tourist.
travel the world and go where you want, while leaving a mark on every place. Something that's totally you, and if you we're to revisit 100 years from now, it would still be there. 
Impact every person you meet. Whether its giving them a smile while they wear a frown, or helping a person in need. 
This life is a Gift, and you only get one here on earth. So do with it what you will, but take this advice given, Because "everyone is alive, but not everyone is living." And every day, every moment, your time gets a little thinner. So don't wait...Live.


Details | Narrative | |

Another Memory

Summer day and a few minutes to spare
Take a swing around where the old school once stood
Finding only a parking lot and a tear in my eye
Another memory destroyed by progress
Pep rally in the school yard
How she smiled in her innocence
Laughing all the way to the corner store
Pinball's in the back room
Lucky dangling from the corner of your mouth
Two for a nickel to play it cool
Running Scared playing on the juke box
Maybe tonight in the park
Another memory fills my eyes
Dancing in the auditorium
Drifters singing Save The Last Dance For Me
A soft kiss with Goodnight Sweetheart Goodnight
Heart pounds. See you Monday
Walking those halls with her books under your arm
Passing notes in the classroom
Detention again. Oh no! Hitch hiking home.
Back on the bus in the morning. No Smoking!!
Prayer and Pledge. A new day starts
Sadie Hawkins Dance? Yes, I'll see you there
Bobbie socks and pedal pushers
Just another memory.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Sunset Reset

You can watch a melting skyline in a blinding flash of light
And your retina and memory remember it was bright
But the aftermath of colors darkening to purple haze
Is an ever changing picture of the measure of your days
Capturing the moment to imprison it in time
Is a trap that trips the torment of a memory so fine
That words are unessential and the moment is divine
So go and paint your pictures and write ten thousand words
I’m off to see a sunset through the eyes of myriad birds
And later in our lifetime as we count the days of bliss
You can envy us our memories of sunsets you have missed
Of words we left unspoken and looks exchanged as thought
Of promises unbroken and a sharing that we caught
There are times gone unremembered and time for even more
But in the end of twilight there is no-one keeping score
For the clarity of vision in the twilight of the day
Brings a truer hue of color to the memories that stay


Details | Free verse | |

Memories of Maine

I have a memory of those days
In Maine, with crashing coastal waves

When reading was a future right
Mom read, “Blueberries for Sal” at night

And that huge nameless tree in the field
At dark, a dinosaur concealed

Walking a stray black cat with a string
That ran up a tree and could not cling

Mom had to climb that tree, pregnant
And retrieve the remains and remnants

I remember those days, quite well
And the fake Christmas tree smell

The revolving multi colored light 
That lit our fake tree until Twelfth night

In Maine there is snow, whiter than white
And memories that induce me to recite


Details | Blank verse | |

A memory

A memory of sand and wind
of thoughts shared, and others not
a cool night, a blanket...our arms touched.

A memory of confusion and fear
of longings shared, and others not
a cool head, a tingle...our hearts touched.

Laughter and smiles, silence and waves
Late night dreams of what could have been
but never was...a memory.


Details | Free verse | |

ways of living VIII

unbeknownst to even you,
the memory plays tricks to
guard, the memory builds
walls & the memory even
blocks out & when the memory
refuses to let you into what
has happened, these things,
these horrible things (or
things that you might deem
horrible, even if the present
you isn’t away of your making
this designation) disappear,
as if they have never happened
& the healthy you, the one that
you believe is whole, upright &
steadfast, may very well rely on
this ability to provide amnesia
& as long as it all stays silent,
everything seems like it belongs
that way---as long as it all stays
silent, to you, the world makes
sense & all the things that bring
you harm or at least make an 
attempt at doing so in the present,
seem manageable. 


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Remembering the Eighties

Way back in the eighties decade
when the computer wasn't as ace
that was when the pc era began
then we lived at a quieter pace

The first space shuttle came to be
man entering into the great unknown
the cold war came to an end
some peaceful seeds were sowing

The Berlin wall came down
east and west became as one
famine in Africa caused a stir
so live aid caused much to be done

On the movie front much to enjoy
sporting fans loved chariots of fire
Ghandi was a historical classic
watching Driving Miss Daisy no one would tire

Real stars emerged on music scene
Madonna and Whitney were all the rage
Michael J was a real star act
especially when dancing on stage

These were the days of the eighties
we remember with fondest zeal
so many changes since then
but it's still got same appeal


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The Immigrant

The Immigrant


Seeking solace. 
Seeking a home.

The immigrant finds, 

rotten prejudice. 
Fungal anger. 

The immigrant, 

alone, hoping for, 

A solitary chance. 

To belong. 

The immigrant, 
alone, always, 

an outside entity. 
Eternal outcast. 

A viral threat. 
A reeking odour. 


The immigrant, 

ever alone, 
and alone knowing, 
that no place exists, 
but that lost home.


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Listen

Please stop the work, you must prepare,
take time to say "I CARE".
Good words cost nothing,
Grow along with me the best is yet to come.
Happiness is not having what you want,
but what you have.
To friends apart: sweet echo's start when a memory 
plays a tune on the heart.
Love and friendship are the greatest things in life,
Cherish yesterdays dreams of tomorrow and live for today.
Scatter with one hand,
gather with two.
Some have wit and wordley wealth,
but give me the precious gift of love.
When friends meet hearts warm.
Love and friendships bridge all space,
and make the world a better place.
A moment in space and time,
makes a memory of spirit and mind.


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Comfort of nostalgia

The rising, into its holder
All eyes a gaze 
Completed, so Dazzling and oh the owe 
The Christmas tree towers above the rest of the room 
Bringing color to the space it looms 
As you look through your decorations you are reminded
Of Christmas’s in the past 
Oh how the years have wheeled on so fast 
Each ornament has meaning 
Each decoration that was given to you by your Mother
Or passed down from hers   
Their memory held in your hand
As though it was planned 
The scent of pine fragrance lingering in the air 
As you and your loved ones create cheer 
Old holiday music that never gets old 
Its then you’re brought back to your days of innocents 
Those childhood days 
The sheer excitement of preparing for the big day 
You and your siblings wild with anticipation
 Freedom from school and gifts and food 
All in the comforts of nostalgia
All in the memory of 
A mood    


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Kill the Memory Of You

Im going to eat this whole bottle of pills
Hoping that your memory is what it kills
Im going to drink this liquor to find
That the memory of you goes away in time

I wish it were so easy to forget you
I wish it were so easy to be free of you
I wish I could just wish my Love for you away
I wish I could wake up to no more pain
But wishing does nothing
Wishing cant make you Love me
Wishing cant make my Love for you fade
Or make me forget about the pain
So...

Im going to eat this while bottle of pills
Hoping that your memory is what it kills
Im going to drink this liquor to find
That the memory of you goes away in time

I want you to be here to say how much you Love me today
I want you to hold me all night long when you know that somethings wrong
I want you to be here everyday, so your picture of me wont fade
I want you to Love me and me alone
But wanting does nothing
Wanting cant make me forget you
Wanting cant bring you here
Or make your picture of me remain clear
So...

Im going to eat this whole bottle of pills
Hoping that your memory is what it kills
Im going to drink this Liquor to find
That the memory of you goes away in time

Im going to eat this whole bottle of pills
Hoping that its me that it kills
Im going to drink this liquor to find
That inside Im beyond dying


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Passing Through

Sometimes as time slips by as usual
And results are accepted  as usual
I find myself watching myself in despair
Knowing that everything 
Is untouchable as usual back there
Oh to reach back in time
Catch a memory taste the
Sweet sweat salty smell of
Childhood’s bubbled innocence 

Some lives are made of missed moments
Suppressed desires, lost opportunities
Drifting together on unseen sunsets
Until looking back is insufferable
And finally,  late, as usual 
One lives for the moment.
Looking at tomorrow
Expectantly
While making today worthy 
Of memory 


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The White Sheet

Begins.
The cigarette is lit, the face is drawn; pen hovers over the white, white sheet, trembling slightly, whilst seconds pass into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days and weeks and months and ... Do you remember that summer? Warm, languid days that lingered long past their bedtime; dark, sensuous nights that clung passionately, gently fusing into dawns and their choruses...

I.
I don't think there are any summers now; no skies heavy with colour, no more sinking into warm-syrup meadows bubbling with the rising incense of bruised grass beneath spread red-and-white calico, creaking wicker and the smoke of hovering gnats; only manila, matrices, red-and-white and red-eye-read strokes and never Never-Never Land; never, never, ever again Et in Arcadia Ego.

II.
So many ladybirds that year, spinning and sputtering the whirligig breeze, spinning and spattering the sand below the cliffs thrown up like furrows. Out beyond the ship-marked horizon the sky cracked gold, shaking our glass asylum while pearly rain bounced the bull’s-eye panes. We spiralled stone staircases, curses round in our mouths and gazed a cannon's shot across fields and towers, daring those old ghosts to clank and moan in our dreams...

III.
I remember that Emile sang to the hot interior of the car that threaded its speed between the vents of the tunnels far below; my head full of rubber-scent, whale-jaw, malt and tall, tall clocks. Later there was feather-cake and faint lavender, and the final journey through fanfares and down-town lights...

IV.
And she'd always had grey hair. She'd never not been old. He'd been shot or choked or something, maybe, so he'd never bought her the ring. When he died nobody noticed until she bought the ring and his name disappeared for thirty years until one day it came back, I mean right back, and got its feet under the table, I mean right under, but nobody minded because time's-a-great-healer an' all...

Ends.
...exhale smoke, to eddy and curl around and over and above, above and beyond the picture watching from the wall, beneath the mirror reflecting the face above, the room beyond, a lifetime away. A small tear drips unbidden to splash a floret upon the white, white sheet, and the rack of memory tightens another notch...


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Loneliness, So Beautiful-

We go through life thinking of each other
And I can’t help it when I see you…smile
But now that is just a memory in my mind
From time to time, we dream in our sleep
Images of you, seem to cloud…my mind
And I think that my mind is telling me that I miss being with you
I wish I were in a dream…so that I can be with you
I long to stand by your side once more if I could…

But I go my way, you go your own, for eternity
But keep the memory of our last kiss, just for me…
Even though you may have forgotten about me
I know that you still care for me, even though I’m lonely…

I know memories are meant to be remembered
Though some of them, are best…forgotten
Hopefully, I don’t end up being forgotten completely
You may not love me, like you used to
You may not even like me…at all
But even so, it wont take away my feelings for you
I wish I could go back in time…and correct all my mistakes
I want to take back everything wrong that I have done to you…

But life passes us by, people forget, it’s just how it is
Unfair life really is, especially for me…
These tears that I hold back, are beginning to hurt me
But I know that you still care for me, at least barely…
But I go my way, you go your own, for eternity
But keep the memory of our last kiss, just for me…
Even though you may have forgotten about me
I know that you still care for me, even though I’m lonely…


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Hanging By A Moment

hanging by a moment 
one tiny fraction of time 
yet immeasurable
in it's value, incalculable

a moment after a few drinks 
late, grab the keys, out the door 
life flashes before your eyes 
someone dies, just a moment

left hanging 

the moment you said goodbye 
to what would be the love of your life
your dreams reflecting the cost 
decisions, unchangeable

left hanging 

the moment you gave up your dreams 
settled for mediocrity 
where you teetered on the edge 
and slipped into oblivion 

no longer hanging 

all those tiny fractured moments 
that make up our lives 
realizing that every moment matters 
for the sum of the whole defines who we are
and where we are going 

no time is wasted time 
every moment signifies a decision, a choice 
for when the moment is gone 
it quickly becomes a memory 

either a memory left hanging 
to try and forget 
or one to enjoy 
to always remember

hanging by a moment
small but mighty 
one single moment
can change all your moments

forever! 


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Memory

You came to mind a couple days ago,
Memories of you and the various things you said,
All of those things I used to love about you,
The big brown eyes I’d stare at for hours,
That smile that rarely showed up,
Now I can’t honestly remember why I was so enthralled in it all,
You’re just a memory now,
Not wishful thinking,
Heartache,
Or remorse,
Just a memory;

I won’t lie,
There were things I felt that I never had before,
I’m just not sure why I was feeling those things,
Was it because you loved me?
Invested so much time in me?
An obligation I felt I had?
Maybe I was just kidding myself because I wanted to love you;

Some of the things I remember about you make me smile,
Others just make me shake my head in shame,
Why did I ever let myself get involved?
Why did I say the things I did?
Why didn’t I notice how wrong it was?

Thinking back I remember when I used to say I was made for you,
I can’t understand why I thought that,
Someone who was meant for you would have to share your feelings,
At the very least they’d stay true to you;

Occasionally I wonder what life would be like with you,
That thought quickly fades though,
I simply can't see it working,
We were never meant to be;

I don’t hate you by any means,
But sometimes I wonder if I really was that desperate,
Desperate enough to believe that there was love,
Just for the sake of not being alone,
We saw how well that worked,
I still ended up being alone even though we were ‘together’;

Maybe things would have been different if there wasn’t the distance,
Then again I doubt I would have even given you a second glance,
Seeing you around would be enough to let me know what type of person you were,
I would know that I couldn’t be with you;

I now see ‘being’ with you would not be right,
There would be more annoyance in our home than passion,
I surely couldn’t keep telling you I loved you that long,
At some point you’d indefinitely know my feelings were false;

Sometimes I wonder if you still love me,
Or if you ever really did,
Maybe you were playing the same game I was,
Maybe I ‘showed you the light’ so to speak,
I may never know;

I know I changed both of our lives,
I let it all go too far and then stopped it in its tracks,
This is why you’re now just a memory to me,
To save us both from each other,
But even though you’re no longer part of my life,
And I’d rather keep it that way,
Your memory lives on and will stay with me for the rest of my days.


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Looking forward to a past

to live a life honoured
is in a rear-view mirror
a post-mortem
a dissection of a dead life
a life past
but to live a life daily
to grasp every gasp
and to hold it
to hold it in
to savour the flavour
of living a purpose
daily
gaily
going about our business
as the sand slips
through the neck
nothing to grip
irrecoverable
\it’s gone
like a deer in the headlights
-	a glimmer of emerald eyes
as it fleetingly flees
and disappears
like an idea
yet we look forward
not back
in hope,
not lack


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So Sudden

So sudden was the thrusts
So quick the pain fades
That my mind didn't fully comprehend
what it is my body was really doing
I spent hours thinking about this
and i've written countless poems
I always wondered what this would be like
I always wondered what poems I would form
about this specific experience
But now as I sit here devirginized
I couldn't help but feel sad 
The little girl in me has finally been set free
and I feel like i'm in a trance 
I regret nothing and I don't regret this
Cause truly the memory of this one day
will bring a smile to my face once we go
down memory lane
It all happened so sudden
I had come to a decision 
after so much thinking and fear
but the moment came 
and bursts of pleasure flowed through out my body
forming images in my head like fire works 
I experienced pain. The nagging wincing type
the kind of pain you feel when the dentists pulls a tooth
So conscience was this fear of mines
I shivered even just thinking about doing the deed
yet when the time came I got lost in the moment
and I lose my virtue right along with it
For future reference i'm a mixture of sad and happy
My first time couldn't have happened any better than this
I'm proud of myself that I really went through with it
After all the stories i'd heard and the fear that had been instilled
                  I worked it like a soilder
                   and truly I don't regret anything
                      
 
 


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Memory Lane

Come with me, let's remember the days
 when life was easy and free,
  let's turn back the pages of time
   and be young once again.

Can you hear the song playing,
 do you hear its haunting strain?
  do you recall the traces of the music
   coming down memory lane?

My life is so empty, I need to escape,
 those happy days are dead and gone,
  they will never come back again,
   so here I just pretend.

Can you hear the song playing,
 do you hear its haunting strain?
  do you recall the traces of the music
   coming down memory lane?

Yes, it floats down memory lane.


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A Memory, A Word

A memory is transitory
coming, disappearing, and morphing
fickle as a woodland nymph,
and like a moth in the summer
it soon dies.

Humanity’s great citadel was not built
on a bog of quicksand.

A word is a stone
durable and unchangeable
permanent, immortal, and remembered
like a marble bust or a mountain range.

A writer lives forever
his words echo evermore
back and forth across eternity
mingling in a mélange
inside that most magnificent of all
concert halls, the mind.

So change memory to word,
silhouette to sunrise
speak forever
never die.


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Is It Over

 Is it over
Have we lost what we thought would never die
Promises made are broken and lost forever
My heart will still always love you forever
Why I ask has this happened to me
How can the love we had cease to be
I still hope we can find our way
And our paths will join like they did that day
You are the one chosen for me
I know in time this too you will see
Somewhere deep in your heart
There is the memory of me that will never part
When you find that memory 
I pray it will show you we are meant to be


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Early Frost

An early frost came,
  unannounced, uninvited, a carefree assassin,
  some indiscriminate vacuum.
Bejeweled fingers scratched the pane
  and found their way inside;
  a fleeting touch, a brush with fate,
  a young life frozen:
  cryogenesis so cruel, final,
  so cold.

An early frost came,
  it’s intent bore no malice
  as a lightning strike of icicles
  impaled a young heart.
Those who knew and were deeply touched
  cried grief suffused tears:
  sadness so sharp, acute,
  so bleak.

An early frost came,
  a misty shroud of hail,
  born not of unkindness or leprous evil
  but blind pure white neutrality.
And though it bit hard that year,
  it’s hands the thieves of life,
  it’s hoary fingers could not dare
  to claw his memory from our minds:
  memory so vivid, treasured,
  so fond.

An early frost came,
  life removed but not diminished;
  remembrance a warm retreat
  melting glacial pain.
For heat or cold, it matters no more,
  an early frost has come and gone;
  in memory, beyond the veil of sleep,
  a heart and soul lives on


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Reinvent

The cyborg rust more than half a score
Cobwebs entangled round
The monster lurked near at hand
While memory chips stay bound

The monster heaved her heavy roar
Then stroked his plastic heart
A virus unleashed on him
And tore his core apart

Years captive now in dismal time
Too frail to process pain
Hope lingered in hidden RAM
As the monster roared in vein

A lightening storm rolled in one day
Static filled the air
A bolt came forth through firewall
And rendered captive bare

A rift in time, memory surged
The cyborg broke his chains
The monstrous howls are distant now
Cyborg now explores new plains