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Details | Dramatic Verse | |

the day you flew to Heaven

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

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

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

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

Details | Pantoum | |

Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |


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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Free verse | |

My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die

Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...

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 | Prose Poetry | |

A Kis

A Kis



 Do eye need a kis. Eye need a girl to kis. Eye have a girl that eye can kis. 
Eye have kis her in the rain. Eye have kis her in mye heart. Eye have kis her in 
mye start of every day for years of love. Eye have only to the kis to go to read more 
into kis to find the place she dwells in this old mortal frame of yearning 
dwelling place. The kis is purple bliss of alarm blazing love waking me from 
death like a Snow White Charmed young man a captive smith to Pocahontas 
fame. A dandelion flower lost in the caverns of the depths Ianthe drowning mee 
in sea ward tufts of left and right bouts of beating on the air to keep from sliding 
to the depths of drowning in her arms of love. A leap at faith a death reprieved 
from Grounded Grave a leaping portent making waves of Gragon wings. An 
attitude of love refrained in every tuft of wind again the sound of love the beating 
of the water on the roof of tin the sound of kis inside the wind and rain. A younger 
man and woman would have hardware in the way the nose and yes the nose gay 
and the corners of the vampyrific fangs. The center of the tongue is one the belly 
button too. The snooker table has a cue it’s called the ball extender bridge it's a 
cheater it’s made to let the basest man to reach her in the wind. There is so 
many problems with people the gas is oughta sight at the pumps this country is 
no longer prominent but a third world country going south. The end of time has 
come and arrived the ruthless and worthless rule in the name of god money and 
time. Take a number wait in line what’s your name please fill this out and wait. 
The number of his namme. Have you got a credit card or payment of any kind iff 
you can give me seven dollars for an office visit eye will help you the doctor is inn. 
The man was lighting a candle in front of the computer and the lieberrian asked 
him what do you think you are doing he said eye cannot see the screen. There is 
not very many rich people in all those cars on the highway whizzing by the most of 
them is middle class or less the plastic hose on the back seat is a siphon they 
use it to get gas. Eye had too many problems at home growing up to ever be a 
father. The age factor plus the drug indicator keeps me from trying to further my 
benefactor with fodder or with mudder. The morality of this hurried fable of 
dividing documents is this a kis. 


Details | Couplet | |



    There is a spirit that watches over you
    In the daylight hours, and nightime too.

    You may not think that they are there
     But there is a way to make you aware.

     I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
     Because I was interested and I wanted to know.

     His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
     To learn of his presence once made me fear.

     Because what you do is watched all the day
     The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.

     I guess you think I'm being naive
     Trust your faith, if you believe.

     If you want to know your angel's name
     There is a way to find out which is no game.

     Say a prayer for three days in a row
     And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.

     If you believe in him he will tell you true
     If not, he may be silent to you.

     I know of others who have tried this I can say
     Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.

     When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
     Some, I know, will hear that singular word.

     It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
     But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.

     These spiritual beings are here for us all
     Sometimes they wait just to here us call.

     And when you do wouldn't if be grand
     If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!

     Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
     Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.

     As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
     Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?

     And if you try but do not hear their name
     Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.

     I know many will think I'm crazy with this
     But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.

     So try it yourself and see if in kind
     If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.

     Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
     Even if they never speak again,  you'll know...they're there.

Details | Rhyme | |

Today I Saw A Teardrop

Today I saw a teardrop 
Just resting on my sleeve
He said his name was "Heartache"
And he came to watch me grieve

He showed me many horrible things
This drop of liquid pain
I tried to wipe this tear away
But it turned into a stain

The stain said, "Look a little closer,
And tell me what you see"
The more I looked the more I tried
To rid this stain from me

Another tear ran down my face
And was sitting on my cheek
My sleeve again wiped it away
Then he started to speak

He said his name was "Past Regrets"
"And the things you see are true"
But as I peered inside this tear
All I could see was You

Details | I do not know? | |

Just Call Me Abuse

My name is abuse that is all I need to say
But just for your sake I will go on anyway.
I take pride in putting people in financial bind.
My favorite thing to do is to work on your mind.
I will destroy all you can be and make you believe that you deserve me.
After awhile you have no self-esteem left all you can comprehend
Are only the thoughts of suicide and death?
There is another part of me the physical side.
This something I have to be very cleaver on for this is very hard to hide.
I will take you from drinking soda out of mugs.
To entertainment by sniffing and using all hard-core drugs
I will take a beautiful woman and turn her into a punching bag.
When I am finished she will look like an old washed up hag.
Yes I can do all of this and yes I do mean to brag
I will turn faces all black and blue.
Oh look out I am going to get you too.
Oh no I’m not finished yet.
I can destroy your emotions too do you want to make a bet
I will take a confident man and turn him into a child playing in the sand.
The most pleasure I get is to destroy relationships, they no longer were a 
wedding band.
When I am finished with you nothing will ever be the same.
You will always be keeping your guard up always being in shame.
I will take all your family love
Then turn it into hate to shove.
I love to destroy remember my name is abuse.
What form of pleasure do you want me to use?

Details | Bio | |

The Man With A Brown Hat

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


Details | Pastoral | |

where is the lost

he that walks alone has now created a safe passage for himself, he has caused his life to
be perfect in his sights, he has said in his heart there is no GOD, he has caused pain in 
the lives of others with the thoughts of himself blameless, she has not cried ourt to the 
LORD in truth, but has prostituted the word of GOD, she has used witchcraft in the lives
of others and caused them to go astray without the LORD, he has cheated and lied on the 
people of GOD, she has stood on the corners of life and claimed them unto satan, yet GOD 
has all power, he has charge over the adversary, he has placed the evil one at bay, he 
HIS AWSON LOVE FOR MANKIND, by giveing his only SON as a ransomk for all that come unto 
him we have but to ask, he has asked nothing of us yet he offers so very much,l if we but 
call upon the name that is above all names, and that name is JESUS CHRIST, and bleive
we shall be saved, and live forever, in the kingdom of GOD, it has cost nothing yet the 
LORD looks on our sins in love and so gracefully forgives us, what shall man give that 
can equal the giveing of so great a GOD, can we create any thing from nothing, can we as
man breath life into lifelessness, can we as man create a new heaven, can we as man 
conquire death hell and the grave, can we as man forgive sin do we have a heaven to place 
the saints of GOD in, do we as man sit at the right hand of GOD, where in does our 
understanding begain, shall we forever think of ourselves as our own malkers, are we to 
forever not give GOD the glory, for all glory is his, all praise shall go TOWARDS GOD, we 
should at all times praise GOD with a constant p[raise from our mouths, we shall not be 
moved if we are in CHRIST, for he shall foght all battles that come before us, he shall 
FRIEND, consider who is lost, then consider, where is the lost.

Details | Free verse | |

My Name Is Love

My name is Love
I am the name everyone wants to hear
You pray your whole life just to hear it once
It is a name that can comfort
Bring two people together
Making their lives better, happier
It’s also a name that can frighten
Ruin a relationship if it is used to early
Destroy hope if it is used to late
Four letters, one syllable, one word 
That brought down the walls of Troy
Made Romeo and Juliet legends
Empires were built and destroyed because of me
Two lovers started a new life by just saying my name
My name is Love
Use my name sparingly
Only with an open heart
Only when it is spoken in truth
Will it be the one name spoken
That will heal a broken heart
Bring a smile to a young girls face
Give hope to an innocent child
And keep the world turning as it always should

Details | I do not know? | |


You put your name in a box with a million others not knowing what the prize will be.
A person mixes them around
And your name gets called.

You go onto the stage  and wonder what the prizes will be.
The woman says choose door 1 or door 2.
You  chose door 1 hoping it will be a car or a trip to Hawaii.
Door number 1 opens and you realize it is just a bunch of bikes.

You get down at first but then realize it was worth the risk.
For many people would love to get a chance at winning a prize even if they don’t win.
For  life is about taking risks.
Some go our way and some don’t.
But at least we don’t wonder forever what will happen if we don’t.
For live is too short to wonder about what will happen.
So take the risk and it will be worth while no matter what happens.

Details | I do not know? | |

My Name Is,

My name is life,
I'm what you live.
My name is love,
I'm what you give.
My name is courage,
Through you I flow.
My name is wisdom,
I'm what you know.
My name is patience,
I'm hard to find.
My name is unique,
I am one of a kind.

Details | Free verse | |

Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-

Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...

Details | I do not know? | |


written 10th Aug 2013

I am God's child, first and forever
I am known by many different titles, a daughter
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a grandmother
I am a poet
I am by several ways, known as a sister
I am an acquaintance
I am a loyal friend
I am a stranger
I am a cousin
I am an Auntie
I am a niece
But who is this person, they all call "Denise?"

She is a child to God
She is a niece
She is a cousin
She is a stranger
She is a loyal friend
She is an acquaintance
She is known to many, a sister
She is a poet
She is a grandmother
She is a mother
She is a wife
She is known as a daughter to many
She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be....
She is happier than she ever imagined possible

Details | Free verse | |

The surprise holiday

with central time
worldwide for now
every country rearanging their scheduales to live a different day
the names of their days all different
except for the day with a name of destiny
and eternity

one day these three different days
will be born doing this strategically
waiting for the day
the world has the same day worldwide
surprise holiday to celebrate

by working with your will to do good
world peace is inevitable in this way
the third time the day is the same all over the world
you will be prepared to name that day paradise

one day of the week renamed from paradise
to destiny

one of these words to replace yesterday, today or tomorrow strategically
eventually you will have paradise, destiny, tomorrow
eventually you will realise that the best attempt at this you will call tomorrow
the day that never comes to strive towards as paradise and destiny continue to improve

by respecting death you earn intelligence
by caring for the meaning of life you earn your heart
by understanding your will to do good you earn your courage

the life experience of these three things is your soul

with the devil holding out for a good one
needing help with realising a good thing
this offers you the ability to see through the illusion of fear which is forever disappearing
at this point you dreams can now come true

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Sneha is my name

World encircles the name game
Its upholds an identity for one
Keeping nicknames are no fun
To introduce Sneha is my name...

Love it each time i hear it called
It means pure and intense love
Theming to spread message of dove
Ocassions have my name enthralled

A symbol of my parents commitment 
Holding unsaid promises and duty
Not derived from any famous beauty
It  holds deeply woven sentiments

Whats in name is asked by many
It does tell lot about person’s nature
My name describes my behaviour
Embracing life with love phase be any

My name is a gift from my parents
To make me my own world of truth
It means sweeter like nature’s fruit
 Carries many unsaid expectations

SNEHA-Simply nurturing each human always
Means more than what i can here express
As its not just about a name to impress 
Its fulfilling the unsaid bonds in pain or solace...

Details | Narrative | |

LOVE Conquers All - Scene 3

Scene 3 - Easy Rest Adult Care Fascillity - Harry's Room

     "Do you know this Young man; Harry?" Yes his name is Kenny. "Where did you meet him?" We went to School Together. "What was the name of the School?" It was umm, I don't recall. " You see Mr. Potter he can't place Faces to his past. He may recognize your face but does not know Why or where. Let's go down to the office now, You can sign the intake papers. "NO no! Chef who won the World Series in 2004??" " World Series that's Baseball right, I should know this, was it the Yankees or the Cardinals??" Mr. Potter you told me yourself ; if he doesn't remember the 2004 World Series then he should be committed" " Chef please Think: surely You haven't forgotten "Ma Rock, Barbara Jean, Liz, or YOUR LIFE, Your Existence, Your FOREVER, Your Wife LENORE"
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock Time stands still for no one, but memories of Time, are never buried 
"Ma Rock, finally a Mother that LOVED Me. Barbara Jean Gorelick, the Woman that Holds my Heart, the POETESS that healed my Broken Heart, Liz, my best student in 12 + years
of teaching, She died in a car accident 2 months before Graduation. LENORE my Most Only beLOVEd, soon we shall join as ONE with our GOD. Dr. Mendelsohnn I'm going Home Where I can be With All I LOVE"

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The number the brand

When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child,  chai .

I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met 
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .

Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?

It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History 
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .

The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.

It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing ,  cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .

There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love,  and reunited with the ones they lost .

The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time . 
You could not,  but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see . 
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet,  of the Hostility .

I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish,  chosen Religion.

There as I held her frail , old hand  , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago .   In 1945  , once in our distant, yet Frightening  past . 

We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
                                " Etta Babooshka Kofman  "

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...


(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 | Enclosed Rhyme | |

My Name is Phyllis

Of all the names my mother could have named me
She named me after a radio soap opera show 
One that came on once a week you know
The name of it long forgotten you see

As I went out to search my name
I see it describes me to a "t"
Passive, friendly, easy going nature is me
Loves to be sociable and easy to tame

Likes the pleasant things in life.
The name means a green bough or leaf
Blue is my favorite color and that's no beef
I am generous and hate any strife. 

I do not like friction or tension
That means I avoid some situations
I have a very idealistic imagination
Lack ambition was mentioned.

Confidence seemed to be lacking
But I always take charge you know
Busy as a bee and always on the go
I guess this is telling me I must be slacking.

Another name picked you see
Was, Bubbles , my childhood nickname
Because of my serious nature this was insane
Wonder who picked that special name for me.

It said the name is derived from Greek
Some of it correct, some not in my eyes
Some the truth ,  but some lies
It is the true Phyllis, you must seek.

Details | Couplet | |

His Wonderful Healing Power

His praises are upon my lips and shall forever be

what He has done for me some will never see.

The breath of life He breathed into me

made me His for all eternity.

Life He created and placed on Earth

some have dragged in the dirt.

The raging sea which gave other the cold chill

He commanded by stating, "Peace Be Still!"

the hungry gathering multitude

He fed with five fish and loaves with loving gratitude.

At the wedding of Canaan He turned water into wine

many drank and thought it was just fine.

He walked upon a deep sea with blue water

which some may have tried thereafter.

To the blind He gave their sight

they praised His name and made things right.

Many rushed to touch His garment

for their actions He rendered unto them an achievement.

Those who were lame and unable to walk

He touched and they stood up and talked.

His words were His bond and awakened many people

today His words are heard from buildings with steeples.

His love brought everlasting life unto many

one may even call it the light of an epiphany.

His grace saved the souls of many going astray

being saved by His grace they knelt down and started to pray.

His loving touch felt like a soothing and healing balm

many upon feeling His soft hand their hearts became calm.

He stood still and commanded, "Lazarus Come Forth!"

those who were present witnessed an awesome rebirth.

On the eyes of a blind man He rubbed clay

he received his sight and praised Him all day.

He was and still is the Savior and Miracle Worker

unto many souls He is forever their Caretaker!


© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., 8/8/09
© All Rights Reserved


Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.


Details | Monorhyme | |


to all of you that think facebook is just a game 
posting all your business without any shame 
now dont you think it's just a little strange 
sharing your life with people that only knows you by name  

our profiles has our name and our address too 
now what if someone was actually stalking you 
you really would'nt be that hard to find
and that's a little scary with a world so full of crime

there is always someone out there that just uses this site 
only to find out what you were doing last night
and all this information is available to your kid 
so they can see all that you're doing or did

still you tell all you plan to do 
not realizing everyone who's friends with you 
so next time you post try thinking twice 
do you really want to share everything about your life 

hey you dont have to listen to what i say 
keep posting your life anyway
and we'll just say it was an act of carma 
that you got caught up in this facebook drama

Details | Elegy | |

God Received An Angel

In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie. 
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate, 
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart, 
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift 
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
 I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways 
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws 
But I am wondering is that all.

Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
                     a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,

and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly 
                     sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades 
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry 
                     fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,

Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion 
                     itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so 
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever 
                     careering from caustic career path to another new low,

Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving’s 
                    counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the 
                    fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp 

Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent 
                    with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering 
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond 
                    farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering 

Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and 
                    gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the 
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed 
                    existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a

Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding 
                    gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of 
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels 
                    in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. 

Praise no other; I am poetry.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Puzzle

Tonight I look, But can not find
All I need are 6 letters
And they are running through my mind

These 6 letters are a name in my heart
Who letters embed my paper with art

My mind is quicker than my words
It knows what my tongue may not
I may not be the best at this
Because I have never been taught

But these 6 letters are on their way
Starts with a "B" ends in an "A"

Maybe the rest will come to
Hoping that "I" belongs with "U"
Speaking of "I" that is letter three
Maybe you will, belong to me

Three down, three to go
What letters remain?
Only my heart may know

Of the three I need two four and five
And this name has made me feel so alive

If you can become mine
It will fix every scar
Speaking of which
The second is "R"

This darkness is becoming day
And gets clearer,
As I find out the fourth is "A"

So now with only one letter left to show
I hope this is a memorable way of letting you know
That you have brought me joy
And I hope this is not a heartfelt ploy

As I finish drawing ink out of my pen
My heart tells me the fifth is "N"
So now that your name is told
I sit here and wait for the pieces to unfold

So with this name
I smile and say
I am growing to like you
In every way

Details | Free verse | |

Being Depressed Is My Way of Living

If it’s that easy to lose you… then go
People always leave, trust no one even yourself
I love myself for losing you
You can’t deny the fatal truth.. I don’t love you
I’ll never regret the decision to lose you
My soul won’t rest until I forget you
The longer I live the lesser my heart beats for you
You’ve decided to leave me, I’ve decided to hate you
People pretend to love you, turn your back
They wish you to disappear
In my life I trust no one, cause this life is based on lying
I never thought that I would cry when you leave
My heart was strong when you were around
But since you left it weakens by the moment
You made my world rain with sadness
What’s the meaning of friendship if eventually they’ll leave?
I live in a world full of sadness, so why should I be happy??
I’d wish to die than seeing you leaving
I’d wish to die than living like this
I wish to be hopeless, cause I suffer when I hope that you’ll come back
I’d wish to be blind than seeing you leaving 
I’d wish to be deaf than hearing you cry
I wish I had no tongue to taste the bitterness of loneliness
My middle name is misery 
My first name is hopeless
My last name is treachery
I thought it was a dream come true meeting you
But no it’s not a dream, it’s my personal hell
My blood is cold, my heart is stone 
My veins are crumpled, my soul is crushed 
My life is gone with you
I can’t eat, I can’t drink
I can’t see, I can’t hear 
I can’t talk, I can’t walk
I can’t live my miserable life
I see another girl, I feel nothing for her
Where are my feelings? They’re gone with you
I’m just like a rolling stone
You were my twilight, now darkness followed your absence
And everything is dark
I'm lost, I can’t find my way
I'm lost in this place, and this place is my life
Just save me from my misery 
Just let me fade away
My breath is taken
And my heart stopped beating
My heart is cut in splits
No wonder why its so cold
Cause your still here
I'm running out of choices 
I'm running out of clues 
There’s nothing I can do to make this go away
You are like a scar in my heart, that’s tearing me apart

Details | I do not know? | |

This is the TRUE Story of Six Sisters Part 3 The Guestbook

The Guestbook
I signed the guestbook, hoping that _____, Jenny’s mom would get my message and get in 
contact with me. In the mean time, every person who signed it, I got updates about.
Then, one Saturday, I got this e-mail saying someone had signed the guest book, so right 
away, I read it. It was someone named ________, from Ohio…and that she was Jenny’s 
biological sister, and she left a phone number. Now…I know this name…because my birth 
father’s mother had told me that name when I met her in January. So, I nervously picked up 
the telephone and dialed the number. Thank goodness the machine picked up, LOL…I said 
hello, my name is Melissa Powell, I am in Indiana. Jenny was my biological sister, by the 
same birth father, and I think that you and I may be sisters too. Give me a call when you 
can. Two hours later…the phone rang…it was ______…confirming we were indeed sisters! 
Then she dropped a bomb on me…I had another sister _____! Wow…I lost one sister 2 
weeks ago…and today, I find out I have two more sisters! What a blessing! So in the mean 
time, ____, _____ and I are getting to know each other, and our families. So we get to 
talking about possibly looking for other siblings because out birth grandmother has told us 
there are indeed more of us out there. So we look on Facebook with the names. ________ I 
wrote to about 20 _______ Even though when I saw her picture when I wrote her…I knew 
she was my sister…we could be identical twins! So a few weeks go by…then on April 3, I get 
home from Good Friday Church services and there is a e-mail from ______…Call me, I found 
_______… Not only did we find _______…we found _____!

So with the tragic death of our beautiful sister Jenny…it brought all of all us together!
Now we have the rest of our lives to be sisters and get to know one another. God works in 
mysterious ways, and we all believe that he brought us together using Jenny as our northern 
star. And there are even more of us out there! Current count…Six girls and we are told we 
may even have some brothers somewhere!

Details | Free verse | |

We Are Tomorrow

Whether life or death coexist in us
Nothing changes the ability to change a fraction of this life itself
Nowhere is safe as they say
But into a cataclysm of this magnitude 
Might other intelligent aspects of life itself be deceived
Nothing in our hands is concrete for the lands we step upon
And besides a book we will not find the right answers to our life’s
We can die ignorant to the realms of this new age
Like a door to the end of time
Nowhere is safe
For it is easy to die but much harder to live on
We will never reach eternity in flesh
But only our name remains in this same world it was created before our eyes
Nothing is for granted as we know
But have someone dared to go against all odds and make something new?
Come on and use the only things that kept alive our ancestors
Descend and ascend to the art of alchemy
Where only eternity coexisted in a flesh capsule we name it as body
We are the key to the future
Because of us and those new rising up we are making straight lines into this atmosphere
Crushed and cursed by lies and greed
The envy running through the veins of those in failure
Making war and then for humanity to take revenge 
That only links to the wrath between our hands and the leads of our desires to destroy
No one is here for free
Sure a payment is not needed to be born except pain and some despair
But we can change the future coming ahead
Where have the originality gone too?
Inside the vial in our minds
Making straight lines to desecrate over ashes of tomorrow
Instead of using that will to fight for the good cause inside our minds
Thinking in big great masses
Move and fight for the dreams in you
No other world have been there before
No dove will deliver a message to the lord
For he can see what you do and are
Inside each one of use there are plenty of fights and contradictions
Altered ego between the pride that leads an army of emotions inside of us all
Become what you wish for
Between good and evil cause
We are the hands of faith
Creating tomorrows empire
Don’t a dream fall before the throne with no king at ease
I believe in this way of thinking
I have hope for todays youth still

Details | Free verse | |

wanna come thank me for getting bin laden shot america

or do you want to tell the person whose first name is sang by sinead o connor
middle name is sang by fred durst
and last name is mentioned by fred durst

do you want to tell me, the person you just spent 13 years mad at
singing and dancing to my misfortune
and rubbing your happiness in my face as you exclude me from sex

do you want to tell that person whose name you plastered all over your war
that he had nothing to do with surviving it
do you want to tell that man
Troy Jeremy Nelson
who just lost everything 17 times
to start over
that he was not your allie
in whatever that was?

let me put your name alll over a war
and then wait for your enemy to show up
and ask you
what does that guy got that i don't?

everything now
you murdered my grandpa
you murdered my friends
you murdered my sex life

and you sang and danced to my misfortune to the tune of your lies
pretending i was your friend called an alibi
you didnt bother to even try to keep alive

do you want to come telll
Troy Jeremy Nelson
that your country just did that too
that thats not what happened?

Im not sure how long your going to live that lie
the thousands of people concerned and involved in that persons endless
and i mean endless nightmare
might just come tell you what has been making them cry.....

Happy Halloween tho

oh and p.s.
next time you put somebody else in the middle of your war
to play the victom of that person's nightmare
you caused
take notes to pass into the future
as to what is about to occur
to you
may be a life lesson
to history

Thank you for not caring (sarcasm)
thank you for not answering my letters (sarcasm)
thanks for going the wrong way, in the wrong direction, to do the wrong thing
that whole time i kept pointing out a drug ring blackmarket, you people didnt care 
about (sarcasm)

thanks for calling me a liar as to what has taken place in my life(sarcasm)

so whenever you are free to hand me a bunch of things with your smiling face, and 
names all over them
to make me feel better for the way you treated me
singing and dancing to the sound of getting away with murder
for the miracles youve stolen

my big brother doesn't like to dance around and play house, pretending to be 
someone hes not
in a singing competition, racing against his sense of fear
do you want to come tell the man just tortured by malpractice
with his name on your war in your music,
he had nothing to do with winning it?

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 | Quatrain | |

Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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 | Alliteration | |


What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why are we here left in fear shedding all these tears
starring at this demond in this mirrior
blinded by everything I see so clear
where am i going after this life? and is it near?
unanswered questions 
people always always saying swagga shut up stupid clowns 
I see all you frowning behind that fake smile 
I can help all im spreading the word around my town 
to make you turn that frown upside down
they have you in the palm of there hands cant you see it?
If it wasnt for them we wouldnt be asking all these bulls*** questions
and not to mention who are you to be asking me who im reppin
you should get hit in the mouth but
before all that idiotic violence let me talk to you.....
they got you all so corrupt but yall dont know so you dont give a f*** 
they have you like a trout with a kook caught in its mouth some slip and get
away there the lucky ones who can actually say
I have truly been saved
I have to be brave and put up a fight till the end of my days
they say im headed in the wrong direction but thats the governement 
there just like a nasy infection 
theyll always be here picking at your brain saying all the answers are in this certain section
always saying dont use Jesus's name in vain but every king has his rain 
all loss through out years to come its people like me that will put your name to shame
am i satanic NO these are just my devilsh thoughts
theres turning back im self sustained put in this hell knowing very well that i shall rise above all these brainless people that are stuck in this hell get out of that brainwashed shell 
to escape this long life lasting jail not knowing you are rotting in this cell
I really do care about my people
the government they dont there the true definition of evil 
they work for lucifer so they do what they have to, to get thier share 
piece the puzzle and you will find it
Jesus Christ is luccifer he has all you misguided he himself and his dominions where all behind it.

Details | Couplet | |



I have a general philosophical  precept
Life is in general a bowl of cherries except 
When someone stabs me in the back who didn’t oughta
From a completely unexpected quarter
I mean it’s ok if some dude whom I don’t like or trust
Has a go at me and feels he must
But if my wife tells me I continually bug her with my fidgets 
And then she  runs off with a team of one-legged circus midgets
Or my kids sell their hand-bound volumes of my poems
To buy a ton of horse manure to mix with the garden loams
And even the cat turns down my offer of warm milk
To go next door and sleep on sheets of silk
Or if a poetry contest excludes me simply because my name 
Is unacceptable, maybe because I am black, or lacking in fame, 
Or because I’m Methodist, and  gay, and Republican, and from  East Lansing,
Then I say to myself, well  here’s the thing:
If, along with my poem entry, I’ve  slipped in fifty bucks,
Well then  how can I be excluded?  I mean shucks  -
Rules is rules but when I’ve already paid to be in the winners’ list
I feel I have the right,  and  I just gotta insist,  
Cos midgets and fidgets don’t amount to squat
And sheets of silk or loads of horse manure is a lot
But  my name’s my pride and joy and I am proud to add it
(But I fear to do it again in this contest or I’ve had it),
So in this contest I will remain anonymous
Though I guess the details writ here are just about synonymous 
With a name  I do not dare speak  - at risk of exclusion
But I’m pretty sure this extra fifty bucks will lessen the confusion.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Written  - with great affection -  for
Nancy Jones's   Contest 	"This is how life feels when you get to be my age..."

Details | Ballad | |

Powder Monkey

The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can

Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows

For the young pressed into service have two labors
Cabin boy or powder monkey are their favors

A fair share for those who survived
Though not to many lived to enjoy the ride

Mostly master gunners would employ the young ones
For the task of loader and powder runs

A grizzly sight to any mother of today
Blood spattered, powder covered, limbs severed portray 

I dare say I met one intact and conscious 
He was rude and quite audacious 

No name had he just an X above the knee
His mark given by Captain of the Breeze

A sloop of war in Caribbean was this
Massacred whole crews drunk as piss

The boys attitude so moved my heart
That I had to set him free from his part

Before I saw him he was the only one left to be hanged
Port Royals mob clawed and fanged 

I set to watch when I saw how young he was
I had to do something for his cause

I bid the court give me custody immediately 
They awaited the response from the Admiralty

The response was yes almost to late
For the executioner just removed the safety plank

He kicked and cried for a moment then released
With the knife of the kings lease

A bruise found its way around his neck as a reminder
For a life against the grinder

I sailed him back to London to learn a trade 
And go to school for a decade

I later named him after my name kidd
Later to be known as William Kidd

Details | Concrete | |

My Charming Introduction

Poetic Charmer
My faithful introduction  
My name is Mike, who am I to you?   
If you always prayed 
For a smile on your face 
I will give you eternal joy and laughter
If you always prayed I
For a single drop of water from the waters of life 
To heal your broken   and betrayed soul 
I will be your personal ocean of spring waters; of life
I will kiss away your   and nurse your broken heart
I will baptize you in the name of love, tender   care
And I will give you new meanings to appreciate life

If you always prayed 
To see a paragon of beauty, inside-out
Then look in the mirror and see 
Why you take away my breath every time I see you   
If you always prayed 
To taste a fruit form the Garden of Eden and Third heaven
That Adam and Eve never succeeded to taste
I will introduce you to my sweet lips and tongue 
 Which were made by the same fruit and honey

If you always prayed 
To experience a perfect kiss 
No matter how many times you kissed 
You never a perfect kiss 
Until you face the burning passion in my eyes
And let those lips embrace these lips 
And be swept off your feet with 
My wild   gentle kiss  
If you always prayed   
To experience a perfect love passion session 
Though love making is not a perfection
I will make art to your body like poetry 
And make you compose a love song 
resulting from your satisfaction 

And mostly, lf you always prayed     
Not to feel lonely and alone 
just close your eyes and reach deep in your soul
I will be your strength, I will be your friend 
Lien on me I will comfort you, I will appreciate you 
I will complete you 
If you always prayed  
To find eternal love and destiny 
Then I was   to love you 
By: Mike Michael Maimane ©

Details | Bio | |

My Bio

First Name Monica

Mother, Friend, Lover, Grand-daughter

Sister of Raymond

Lover of Art, Long Drives,  Rainy Days

Who Feels Pain, Passion and Longing

Who Fears Losing Love, Regret, Heights

Who would like to see His face again, Greece and Italy

Resident of Newport News, VA

 Last Name Evette

Details | Free verse | |


Her name is Lucinda, a mere child, just turned fourteen
This hapless woman child, born of the blood of many lands
Conceived of youthful passion, in a moment of youthful lust  
She arrived unplanned, unwanted and unloved, as no child ever should
Like you and I she has her hopes, her dreams, her needs and her plans
Here before us stands, this lovely child on the cusp of a blossoming womanhood
Abandoned by those who should care but who are oblivious to
Her wants, her needs, her dreams
Cast to the hands of fate to drift alone upon these savage streets, alone to face the night
You know they found her early Sunday morning, at early morning light
Lying silently in the crimson blood, the blood that once had held her precious life
Her name was Lucinda, a mere child, a lovely child, just turned fourteen
Cry a tear for her, SCREAM.

Details | Free verse | |

New Age Chemical Warfare

Memory, oh sweet memory, 
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.

Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart palpations, and more, begin slowly.
From whence comes your sweet deception?
My bones ache and I cannot breath in life's memory.
Lost in my own fantasy with dizziness.
Imagining a chemical warfare against the masses.
Common folks like you and me but subjugated peons.
Mushy brains found among the young and innocent thin.
Excite my brain with your pondering, my muse.
To you, I owe this mysterious inkling.
A powerful infiltration, a plan concocted by the enemy.
Chemical warfare on the home front, disguised as pleasure.
Marketed among the unsuspecting –

Aspertine is thy name oh great deceiver
In the name of sweetness, mental acuity dies.
Freely given to the soldiers in Desert Storm, diet soda! 
The Plan: Conquer a great nation from within.
Infiltrate every aspect of life in a well-laid plan.
Thus, food and drink may lead to a nation's folly.
Slowly slipping away our freedom to be US. 
Quietly.  Unobtrusively.  Ingeniously.  Irreversibly!
Joyfulness, visit me; remove this pain for it is great.

Chemical warfare kills.
Sometimes, we close our eyes.
But we must not.
Lest it becomes lethal to our free nation –

© March 17, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Et cetera Free Poetry 
Sponsor:  Debbie Guzzi


Details | Quatrain | |


Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

Details | Rhyme | |

Mrs Hemorrhoid

You messed around 
and married a real 
"pain-in-the butt" man 

known throughout the land 
for ripping
completely deserting 
then leaving 
women hurting

his only claim to fame 
is over reacting 
and lacking class
a self-proclaimed pain in the ass
a crook with line 
and hook to cast 

things will never be the same
trade away your maiden name 
to Mrs. Hemorrhoid 
and wear his name with class.

Details | Free verse | |

Heathers Spans

The heathers spans the great Isles
Homeland to many souls 
Souls whose offsprings on the tides rolled

These souls who hath spareness
Spareness which sharpens haste
To harnesses path across the great waters

Seraphs thens protected their path
To a new land to live life but differently

Heathers spans
Hath sparenesses
Sharpens haste
Harnesses path
Seraphs thens 

These are anagrams for the name that I was born with 
given to me by my biological parents..When my mother died
and I was adopted at 18 months, my last name was 
changed....The name on my first birth certificate was:Sarah

Details | Free verse | |

My name has a meaning

My name, Bojosi
Is a fire which started
In my mother
And consumed 
Her inside
When she delivered 
Me to this world

She says
“ When I was imprisoned
   in a maternity ward
   at the hospital
   at the time of your birth
   I was alone, none
   of them 
   I call my relatives
   I call my friends
   visited me 
   when I needed
   their love most
   and when they asked
   me, the nurses in white
   what name I give to you
    I called you Bojosi ”

my name, Bojosi
short as it is
is a poem
that my mother
when joy and pain
of giving birth
prevailed in her life

my name has a meaning…..

Bojosi is translated loneliness

**10th place winner on the contest " April Poem" sponsored by Destroyer Poet**

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Generation XXX

Generation XXX
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)

Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste, 
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!

Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!

Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!

Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX

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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 .

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John Merrick
Freak show fascination 
Machine trauma exhumation 
Have you found it? 
Yes, (An awful morbid operation) 
Did you see it?  No. 
One of the curious 
Pay for a peek 
Life is full of surprise's 
Consider the fate 
Consider the life 
Torture as a spectacle 
Deformed and mutated beyond reform 
Rescued by sympathy 
A man of faith  Ugly as sin 
A freak is never safe 
Difference never wins 


(inspired by the David Lynch film of the same title)

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The unforgettable rant from a drunk Lady contest

It is five minutes to two
I don’t know what to do
It looks like I'm the last person this evening before you close
But can I have another, and possibly a minute to expose
You must get this often you’re really sweet
Cute as a button, to bad I don’t cheat
You see I am procrastinating to get back to my house
I live with a man; no he is not my spouse
Five long years, do you care that I share
Oh hun, watch out a flies in your hair
But seriously, it’s bad; we fight all the time
I haven’t the courage to tell him I am sick of his kind
Do you have a woman? oh you must you’re so cute
So what do you think should I give him the boot?
Oh and work is getting to me, my boss in always on my case
Sir what’s your name again? you have a mighty fine face
Can I get one more? that will be all
Good thing I live down the block in case I trip and fall
Can I give you some advice; you should finish your degree
You don’t belong here at this hour serving me
Last year I went away, when I got back I caught him cheating
I gave this guy one serious beating
Oh look it is raining
Am I complaining?
I know it’s time to move on
But it’s hard when someone is finally gone
Do you work every night?
Could you lower the lights?
I am getting a headache
Last night I went to a wake
It was my Coworkers sons, girlfriends, Aunt,
I am sorry did I just go on a rant?
What are you doing after work?
You must think I am a jerk
OH NO here come the tears!!!
Sir, it’s been so many painful years,
Why can’t I just leave him?
What is wrong with me?
can I get just one more, my glass is empty,
Wait, what are you doing?
Is that coffee I smell brewing?
Are you shutting the bar down?
I see no one is around in this town,
OH no I just dropped the glass on the ground
Boy!!! that made a really loud sound
Let me pick that up
I’ll buy you a new cup
That’s all I seem to do, clean and cook,
I deserve better right? I read it in Dr.Phil's new book,
Sir, where are you going?
Did you tell me your name?
OH I don’t feel well, can I puke in your drain?
Much better, oops sorry, I made a mess
This was a new dress,
Thanks for listening,
Did I tell you you’re cute?
I bet you make a tone of loot
My man has no job
and he wonders why I'm a bitter snob
Ok Im leaving, its late my new friend,
what did you say your name was again?
I want your number, Let me get a pen
Oh no my purse fell all over the floor
Sir Sir, did you just slam the door?

“I am not a sir, I am a Woman, and you need to Go the hell Home!!! ”

wriiten 10/21/11

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Jello For The Neighbors

Take my name
deface it
make it taboo
break every letter in half
my last name too.
grab my middle name
laugh at it
throw it down stream!
make the alphabet forget
how it arranged to spell me.
my name is not me!
it does not explain my person
it labels me for labeling
and defines me by the surface.
a more simple version
would be
knowing each other by emotions.
but we left our shores
and started wars
lost compassion in the ocean.

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SPILLINGWILLIE: Two heads indeed better than one

I flipped through the pages of my brain
Hoping the words would spill out from the notes.
Although I didn’t know the letters to play
But once it pops up, I would surely know.

Ideas started dropping in dribs and drabs
But none could wet the ground of my desire.
Its sound I should know with a few playbacks.
 All I heard shocked me, till I was tired

So I sought an extra head which I found
Full and small hence so light for my neck
Ideas now flowed ceaselessly as we ploughed
We came so close but could not get there yet

Finally out the blue now appeared
Spillingwillie, the name my blog now bears

A poem dedicated to my friend Onuh Dorcas without whom the name wouldn’t exist.. Hope you love it

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A New Beginning


When I think of the time
      Called January 2011
I think about the people
Who had gone to Heaven?
      Just before Me
To greet the Father and the
         Holy Son
With full disclosure
    Of the Spirit
With a total dispensation
       From God
They left this World
They left for a new start
Leaving me behind
In the hands' of the Lord

Fore the Saviors' Kingdom
Where Restoration was part
Only due to the restoration
Restoration of the Heart....
In memory they must leave
The life and all of their love
That which was there....
In the Name of GOD
In the hands of loved one's
Many of whom...WHICH
I didn't understand
Gone to be with Jesus'
Who is waiting there?
Where we shall all meet
And we all shall be there
And when it is time....
The time for Judgement 
    Hath come'
Then it is time for Judgement
        At the 'Cross Roads'
Where Life first begun..
And let Thy Will be done
In the name of the Father
        And the Son
And the Holy Ghost....


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On the ocean waves contest

Late one night while sailing on the ocean waves
You invited me to come out of my boat 
telling me you were the only one who saves,
With cat like eyes,  that mesmerized,  what was I to do
I gently got into the water and started walking humbly to you,
But suddenly I looked away and panic struck my heart,
For me a mere man, who could not understand, quickly fell apart
I screamed your name in utter shame
To come and salvage me,
The water raged above my head I no longer could see thee
But then I felt your sold hand reach for me from under
And heard a roar that sounded like an endless crash of thunder
Silence filled the ocean floor
Something I’d never seen before
The stillness of the sea that night
Changed my darkness into light
 Now when waves try to crash on me
I remember the name that set me free
I’ll never fear the storms of this life again
Since now I know I have a dear sweet friend
That hears me before I even call
And has the power to rescue me anytime I fall
I’ll keep sailing on the ocean waves
For that was the night I met the one saves.

written: 7-29-12

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Prostitution is not ok

The only thing she knows is fast money,Sharing the honey of her tarnished hive, she has to survive. Man after man, digs in her crying land and leaves money at the end of the bed, the man was a stranger,during intercourse nothing was said. He leaves fast like the rest. She showers and gets dressed, another stranger is next. Behind the curtain she is really hurting, but she still entertains. She give so much of her,little remains. She has one kid with cancer and another kid is lame the other four needs attention the same. She loves them the same,to provide for them all, she works with out shame. Her stage name is candy her real name is many and she has a boy friend, who secretly takes her money, to sniff cocaine, his name is randy. She struggles to feed her kids, so every night she feeds eighteen men. Bright red lip stick on face, desperate for attention, see through clothes, I will not describe or further mention,heels click to alert.Perfume pleading for men. She takes any hand she can get,sadly enough that's not true. I hope one day the lord she will pursue. I pray he will provide and show her another way, to provide a meal for the day. I see her every day, what am I to say? I hope she will be ok ,prostitution is not ok.

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I Breathe

My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
I breathe…
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.

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,


until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,

I shall continue to say,


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)

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Rough Cuts

Peel back my skin & you will find bone. 
Bone so white that it drarwfs the paper I scribble on now. 
Just like your my bone. 
Just like his bone. 
Just like the bones of all of those who are black, yellow, red, purple & polka dotted, 
my bones are nothing more than branches rooted deep in an idea. 
An idea of a man filled with ideas. 
Ideas which are seeds, seeds that when planted, grow when watered by heavenly droplets. 
And when the rain falls, it will wash the dirt into the gutters & we will pretend that it was never even there. 
Just like the innocent bloodshed of invisible African children. 
Bloodshed in the name of love? 
Heh, no. 
Bloodshed because men try too hard to be gods forgetting that when everyone at their feet are dead, 
the only praises left will be of the voices left remaining inside of their own heads. 
And yet we will do nothing about it, because far too many of us only believe life. 
But in order to believe life 
you must first live. 
And living only exist on a dying man's bucket list. 
So go ahead, jump out of airplanes in the name of your mother's fathers. 
Look at your girlfriend guys. 
Let her for once keep her clothes on. 
Remember that she is somebody's daughter. 
Tell that man or woman how you really feel. 
Hold the door for someone you don't even know. 
Tell somebody a secret that will let their heart grow; 
Grow so large that it burst from them as a shout of joy! 
And them let them catch fire and call it the spirit. 
What spirit you ask? I know mine. 
Not dad, but Father. 
And my heart and mind when with You, even if your spirit aint mine, that alone I find is true love. 
So go ahead. If you're a brother 
be my brother. If you're a sister be my sister. 
Cause what the world needs now is lots of smiling faces, 
Open arms, 
Very giving people 
And every single one of us putting together the pieces of the puzzle called peace. 
So peace my brothers. 
Peace my sisters. 
Tonight, let these rough cuts 
make us into love wishers. 

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Teddy is my name;
Everyday I write poetry
Describing my day to day life, and
Decisions that I critically make, to make my
Yesterday a history worth remembrance.

By: Teddy Kimathi

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...

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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...

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              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson

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The Sounds of Summer

The Sounds of Summer

I was trying to hear the sounds of Summer,

Which often comes with heat and dust like a hammer,

Suddenly I saw, lots of clouds hanging in the air,

They were covering the Sun, as if some mystery was there.

How amazing and mysterious are the summer clouds,

How beautifully the Sun is trying to peep out,  

How lovely is the breeze, blowing all around me,

Intoxicating my mind, with its ravishing beauty. 

How beautifully the birds are singing and chattering,

While flying in the air with their soul mates, touching the clouds,

How enchanting is the fragrance coming out from summer breeze,

How lovely is the bunch of yellow flowers, calling me there,

While hanging on the tree of Amaltash,* and embracing it completely,

Oh yellow Amaltash, 

Why you bloom, so enchantingly in summer only.

How gently the Sunbeams have touched their smiling faces,

How softly the lotus is opening its petals,

And the Roses are spreading it charms in the air,

Should I remain here or should I go there?

After those alluring summer charms, which call me from here to there,

Or should I stand still to understand and to determine, 

What is the mystery of life? Which fascinates me every where,

How really blessed is human life to enjoy such blessings,

Which we often miss in our life by just overlooking,

Since we are accustomed to hear,  the usual sound of heat & dust only.


Kanpur India. 14th May 2010

Written for Laura Mckenzie’s Sound of Summer Contest

* Amaltash.             Common Name    Amaltas 
                              Scientific Name Cassia fistula (linn). In summer it has more 
                              yellow flowers, every where on the tree and hardly any leaves. 

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Widow's Peak

Her name is now a legend 
Before her name was feared
The lady Henrietta 
Lean close and lend an ear

They say her status started
One night long time ago
She found her husband cheating
With the girl she knew next door

Her mind did snap
Her heart grew cold
With a knife she stole their souls
Cut the beating heart away 
Ate flesh when cold

Within her veins flowed the blood
Of the one who done her wrong
Gave her everlasting life
Her age in death was old

But one small thing that should be said
About the spell she cast
That beauty would always be her guide
In death she looked her best

Word spread quickly through the town
Where Henrietta lived
About the spell she cast the night
Her husband committed sin

Women came to ask for help 
To change their husband’s ways
For they had also messed around
Now love for them had strayed

With each one she gave the spell
Steps to end their grief
Now in the town such beauty found
In women who’s husbands cheat

With new found beauty each started life
Fresh and young again
And if the man they loved did cheat
Revenge was sweet again

Many many years went by
And soon the town was gone
Towards the end all that was left
Were women who were scorned

But in woods outside the town
In a placed called Widow’s Peak
You find plots of all the ones
Whose death came from a cheat

So this story lives today 
If you doubt then ask around
For the one you love and share a life
Could be a widow from that town

All men beware all women ask
Before you start your cheating
In every city and every town
A Widow’s Peak is forming

Believe me if you will or not
In the end you’ll heed the warning
Just let the one you love find out
To Widow’s Peak you’re going

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I love you more

What can I render to the Lord for all His gifts to me
His love
His Grace 
His forgiveness
His sacrifice
His faithfulness
His Joy
He who took MY SINS
His abounding Mercy
His fathomless love
His total commitment to my salvation
To my wholeness
To my welfare
To my emotional stability
To giving me eternal life
He gave a pure white robe to cover me with HIS RIGHTEOUSNESS

Because of Jesus-I now know Him as an adoring Father. 
A Brother who will always walk so close I feel His presence and who always watches over me.
A mother whose words and affections surround me daily with care like a Mother hen

What can I render to the Lord who took my pain
Who in His own body was wounded and bore the sorrows and my grief I was to going through and the mistakes and the sin ready at every moment to try and trick me out through my life-time- 
He sent His WORD- His LIGHT to enlighten my darkness and show me clearly the road I should take-(Proverbs: chapters 1to 9)

Yes YOU were always ready to defend me, a helpless orphan- for without YOU as my Dad and as my mother- I was abandoned to this world-
But Now I can cry with all my heart- ABBA FATHER I love you - But YOU say
     LOVE  Y  MORE 

What can I render to the LORD- MY God- whose precious pure blood was spilt to bear the sins of all our humanity- I will take ‘the cup’ of Your salvation and honor your name with my life- For only your pure blood is worthy to pay for all sin-I will confess your name before the world for which you died to save -and I will call upon your HOLY name - for your name alone is WORTHY- JESUS.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th  January 2012 

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Loyal Bride

Ignorance must be stitch inside
Because I've believed every word lied
The price of a loyal bride

On the outward I now hide
Pain crumbling my heart inside
The price of a loyal bride

Rumors spread, but I put them to mute
Saving your name while you covered it with soot
Until blindness wore off my then dimmed sight
And I was shockingly aware they were right

You whisper her name in your dreams at night
I wanna tell you I know, but I don't wanna fight
Afraid you'll leave the commitment we made
For someone whom's body you've layed 

Though truth is no longer denied
I'll still hold to you while you backslide
The price of a loyal bride 

And to my vows I will abide
No matter sleepless nights I've cried
The price of a loyal bride

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His Name Is Richard

His name is Richard and he walks the land
Plastic bags and umbrella in hand
I've passed him by a thousand times
He'd always wave with hand held high

Long haired curls of peppered gray
A bearded face and aging frame
Years of miles beneath his feet
I wondered where he keeps his seat

He's always walking, on the go
From where to where I do not know
He's like the trees along the way
He's like the deer I saw today

His image is emblazoned on
The country roads and neighbors lawns
You might see him in the morn
Just wave your hand and blow your horn

Or maybe 'neath the twilight sky
When driving home, you'll pass him by
But lately there's a different air
I've not, so often, seen him there

Until today when I left home
To go to town to shop and roam
I passed him with his thumb held high
Instead of hand, I wondered why

So I turned around and headed back
I had to know. I had to ask
I let him in and gave him ride
And that was when he did confide

He'd had a stroke five months ago
But he was getting better though
He said he lived with friends who care
And helped him heal while he was there

He spoke of how he loved to walk
To breathe the air and stop to talk
To count the posts of neighbors fence
Watch birds and bees do natures dance

If thunder rolled, then let it be
It's just another pleseantry
I listened as we rode along
His tale was almost like a song

And when we reached our destiny
Before he left, he said to me
"My name's Richard. Thanks my friend"
He smiled and he shook my hand

He then stepped out and closed the door
And headed off into the store
As I returned along my way
I pondered what I learned that day

How people can seem common place
Until you put their name to face
A stranger then becomes a friend
Where journeys start and journeys end

Rockman  :-)

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A Few Famous Men Named Robert

At birth, “Robert” was the name I was given.
It was the same in the case of my father.
It was also the name of my great-grandfather.
I was too young to do anything about it then.

There have been many famous men given that name.
It is one of the most common names on the earth.
Many of those males have proven their worth.
Lots of them have gone on to fortune and fame.

I will have to give you readers something to read.
Please don’t ask me how the name came to be.
Here are a few Roberts famous in history.
I will give you some examples if that’s what you need.

Robert the Bruce lived in the fourteenth century.
The nation of Scotland would be his realm.
He proved to be a powerful king at the helm;
until he was laid to rest at Dumfermline Abbey.

This famous writer also came from Scotland.
Robert Louis Stevenson lived in the nineteenth century.
He was a prolific author of novels and poetry.
Among his works are “Kidnapped” and “Treasure Island”.

A famous general led the armies of the Confederacy.
In a losing cause, he was a hero of the war.
To describe this West Point graduate, need I say more?
This legendary warrior was named Robert E. Lee.

Here’s a contemporary name many of you should know.
In “The Godfather Part II”, he played young Vito Corleone.
“Raging Bull” would be another great movie.
This fine actor’s name is Robert DeNiro.

Well, that is about all I have to say.
Are those a few good examples I gave here?
I hope I have made my wording quite clear.
I think that is enough for all of you today.

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Poems about Allah
In The Name Of Allah
I seek Allah’s protection
Praise be to Allah
The lord of the world
The beneficent, the merciful.
The master of the Day of Judgment,
You do we worship and thine aid we seek,
Guide us to the straight path.
The path of those you have favored,
And not of those against whom you are wrathful,
Nor of those who have gone astray.
His relation with creatures
Many of his creatures are creative.

Known and unknown of varies
In different continent and undiscovered continent
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Special of his creatures on earth
Man feeling healthy and happy all time 
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Special creatures with special talents
Creating and inventing new things
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Was saying in cradle
 I dear not worship thee and dear not,
I dear not satisfy thee and I also dear not
Bunch of lies at a stage. 
Praise be to thee, thy Lord.

Creator looked and warned
Special creatures then shivered,
Echo of shouting and screaming
Then forgiveness was given
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Creature said, Marvelous, thy Lord is Perfect
And all praises and worship are due to him.

There is no god but He, the living,
The everlasting, slumber touches Him not, nor sleep.
To him belongs all that is in the heavens and on
The earth. Who is there to intercede with Him,
Save by his permission. He knows that before and after them,
And they comprehend nothing of His knowledge,

Save by such as he wishes.
His throne comprises the heavens and the earth.
The preserving of them oppresses Him not.
He is the Most High, the supreme (in glory)
Let there be no compulsion in religion:
Truth stands out clear from error:
Whoever rejects evil and believes in Allah has
Gasped the most trustworthy handhold, that
Never breaks. And Allah heareth and knoweth all things.
Allah is the protector of those who have faith: 
From the depths of darkness He will lead them forth into light.
Of those who reject faith the patrons are the evil ones:
From light they will lead them forth into depths of darkness. 

They will be companions of the fire to dwell therein (forever).
All praise is due to Him, who has bestowed upon me, 
Behold, my Sustainer hears indeed all prayer.
Your Duties to Him 
My passionate to him is to worship him
There is no partner or a competitor
I feel my life is to him
My life feels I should be to him, the able
Worship and gives him all he is due to:
And praises his name all the time
Mighty in all his names:
He the beneficent, pray

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Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Harvest is done this eve of this seasons end. I rest for this short period before the bitter cold. Playing my flute for you, my music I do send. I may be sad though my heart is gratefully filled. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. Winters strength comes soon, elders’ bones are chilled. Weak with age though their memories brisk to be told. Stories rich with truth, understanding natures mold. Within the wilderness, my soul captured by insight, Good night full autumn moon shining so bold. I shall await the next day’s prudence, our tribes fight. As the moons shadows come out, though I never see, I play for natures delight, praising all things we never hold. My name is Len which means flute from the tribe of Hopi. Good night full autumn moon shining so bold
written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ Contest Name Tell HIS Story~~

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Free Base Fable

My baby brother had the face of an angel;
One proud young lion all supple grace and golden hair
Shamelessly evocative against the backdrop of life.
My baby brother...untutored gigelo from birth. 
His eyes: sapphire blue and beautiful
And he could shame a whore back into innocence
If he chose that part.
One lazy smile like a laser beam through the heart..  
One inexpensive smile to melt raw anger to a shrug,
Or a return for our rage,
However well and truly earned.
Enticed us all to willing hugs for any sin,

And so, as always, forgiveness came
Because there were so many hate filled things uncounted.
He seemed intent on the tally of invisible wounds...
Useless transgressions turned expensive through the years.
They festered behind those beautiful eyes
And a cracked glass pipe;
Using that deadly grin to blind those who loved him still...
But still....we saw the danger, denied a name in deference
To us all - who could not - would not act.
And he wasted all that love he so loudly demanded;
Shrill and greedy, emotional baby brother.
Pouring love into him like molten gold
Hot and bright and blinding
Into an empty vessel that never seemed to fill.

My pure bred lion turned alley cat;
Turned indolent, arrogant, dangerous and dirty.
This magnificent human turned crazy,
Investing his money - and ours - into the art of throwing his life away
With vengeance and malice aforethought.
My baby brother:
Proud owner of his own self destruct button
And a .38 revolver,
Well hidden, until recently...
Until junkie fantasies gobbled up the truth
And the veneer of his sanity.

Oh Mark, where have you gone..?
Sweetheart, where are you now...?
What White Mountain have you climbed this time
Dealing yourself madness and death in a locked room...
And blaming everybody but yourself
Witih a torch made of nightmares and hate...
Hot enough to crack the glass.

Crying for a Father - long dead - to come and "save" you..
Come and get you....
Crying for a man you would not love in life.
Punish him still, lost and ugly child.
Hideous child grown and almost lost forever...
Perhaps he remains just one more demon
In some toxic level memory
Shoving hard for elbow room
Among all the other monsters shrieking in your head.
Oh Mark, where are you now..?

Baby brothers don't grow on trees, you know.
What will we do if you are really lost
And long gone beyond the medicines of love and speech..
And human tears...all wasted.

My baby brother, no baby any more;
Psychotic fallen angel
Who never grew to manhood by any man's side...
Who will not climb out of the stygean darkness by himself,
Even though we all share your guilt if not the crimes.

My baby brother:
Obscene imitation of some one especially loved;
Living proof of a bad attitude gone beserk.

Your life in the real world begins
When you lose your name at the tip of your tongue;
The moment we finally call you junkie loser...
Junkie liar...junkie weapon...out loud,
And you agree.

One split second after you know it is true...
The day - that moment - when you reach out and say,..."Help me...
Oh my beautiful Mark,
Where are you now...

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Her Name Is Brittney

Brave hearted, an ambitious soul

Raving beauty, tip of the knoll

Intellectually tops the poll

Thoughtful friend, able to console

Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll

New adventures in her life stroll

Exceptional, she has big goals 

Yearns for actions that make her whole

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True Love of a False Lover

Disturbed in daily thoughts
Thinking U all the way through
Longing for our old memories to flash.

Impressed by YOUR possessiveness
Also impressing U by my care
Trying to keep U with me alone.

Love which occurred strangely
Caused holding U tightly - when
U said I never leave u forsaken

Intending to make U close – though
Knowing that U’va been stolen by another HEART,
In U I fell in TruE LOVE for the first time.

Pretended to kiss, hug and embrace
Made my mind set to co-operate with UR actions
Made to forget UR first Love.

Chanceless Loving WORDS from UR mouth – which
Guided to share my incompleteness
Thereby aroused a pinch of Lust.

Hardened to control my Emotions
I SURRENDERED myself unto U
Been excited and ejaculated with UR hot touch

Altering my valued hours to spend conversing with U
Never expected such things would happen
Dragging UR presence all where and at all-time in my mind.

Nature’s call of age bonded us elastically
But its not our faults – it’s the situation that made improper future ideas
Still finding the reason – why U’va started avoiding suddenly ?¿
Still finding the reason – for what
Purpose U proposed even though having another girl’s heart in UR mind
Still finding the reason for our New Love
Its now impossible for me to return back to my old attitude
Where have my concentration went?
Where have my devoted feelings went?
Will I get back to it or not?
My mind is not under my control
Please don't see back my love
I don have another Heart to loose.

Daring new courageous behavior in my day-to-day life
U are the only reason beyond many things
My future is (?) with OUT UR hands holded
These are not just a stanzas which can be erased easily~
Its my lovable and unforgettable PERIODS – which
Makes to remember UR name and bitter sweet thoughts
Only few or no one can understand the hidden message in these lines. It is – *!!! THIS REVEALS UR NAME IN 
I’ve learnt how to live my forthcoming days.
Really THANK U love for the creation of certain Best characters in me.
I’ll never forget U till my last breath
May U have a wonderful and peaceful Married Life further.
For the first time I feel reality more strange than imagination
In fact it seems to be a TrUe LOVE of a FALSE Lover. It covers-
  A poetic story from	         Your’S & Only YOURS,
				         - Hannah (with tears° ° °) 

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Thoughtless Act

I lay in my hospital bed
knowing in a day or two I’ll be dead
because that’s what the doctor said
my body crushed from toe to head
in the auto accident the other day

you see I drank too many drinks
before I drove home
now I lay here all alone
thinking of the life 
that I’ll never live
and the love to my wife
and children I’ll never give

I’m still a young man only 33
I had so much life ahead of me
now never to walk in the park again
never to talk and have fun with my friends again
my work was just taking shape 
and all the money I’ll never spend
now that my life has come to a sudden end

how will my family survive
I won’t be here to see my children grow
or ever hear them say again
daddy I love you so

all because of my thoughtless act
to drink and drive

the doctors told me about an hour ago
you also killed a lady in the accident
if I meet her on the other side  what will I say
I’m sorry that when we met you died
and left behind a husband and a child 
who also needed you so I don’t know

the very thought of my thoughtless act
is killing me as well
I know my destiny is hell
as death stands patiently at the foot of my bed
to take me away the moment I’m dead

my name is not to be known
because my name could be your own

I have only one last thought to leave before I die
for God's sake and one ones you leave behind 
please don't drink and drive

this poem was written by me a long time ago
my hope is that this poem will stop and make people 
think about drinking and driving
actually this poem came to me one day while I was 
driving on the San Bernardino Freeway in West Covina Ca.
it was so powerful and over whelming that I had no choice but to write it down
the next day a story appearded in the news paper about a 
young man who died in the West Covina Hospital because of
a drinking and driving auto accident

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They look for a patsy or a dweeb without orientation
Pointing their finger at the little guy
Try to make fun of him and cause much distress
They say:


And the name sticks around in your lifetime
Thinking to yourself:


It is easy to make sport of the half-pints without size
Put him down a peg would make their ego feel a hell of lot better
Ever since junior high and Senior
I would be called that and any other name in the book


So I have never had "that Pleasure"
Love is more important than just "Grabbing" for kicks and moans
I want my eyes to see more into this life than frills
It is a social condition outside ourselves:
The hungry,the poor,and the needy,
Orphaned children,
Plight of the destitute nations around us

I'm okay to be gay
There is a lot more important issues
around here,any way!!

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Glimpse of an Angel

In deep long nights I quietly reminisce
How different worlds came to collide
A simple hi-hello to capture me
And the rest just found its place

The large space is significant
Yet the structures are not even noticeable
Within those pillars lie a companion with a soul
And as the ink blots, see how even more beautiful it has grown

Through the rising and setting of the sun and moon
Someone makes me feel I’m one in a million
The secrets shared and the not-so-secrets unraveled
The laughter and the tears, the memories of a beautiful friendship

And in this bittersweet life of mine
I had a glimpse of an angel
An angel who started sharing life with me
An angel holding my hand through this journey

Her sweet name paints a smile
It gently tickles my young heart
You need not ask me who
For the angel’s name is YOU.

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I am looking for dream interpreters.
My name is Goodluck
Don’t swear yet please, don’t “****”
I am no president or “less”
Neither am I clueless
Parents christened me Goodluck
So if there be name sake as me
Well, that is bad luck

Like I said,
I am looking for dream interpreters.
I had a dream last night
I saw ancestors.
Breathing fire like dynamite
Asked me if I am insensitive
Or just clueless
Out of respect for ancestors, I asked them
‘Insensitive to or in what?’
“Insensitive to or in what???”
Was their angered response
“Even in this, you are still clueless”?
Their lead speaker asked

“Okay, fine! Mr. clueless” he continued
Under your watchful eyes
The plane you are saddled with,
Cries out for a pilot
For the auto-pilot can’t land it
And you are a clueless pilot
The ship you are saddled with
Cries out for a captain
For you have broken the compass
And an inevitable sink might come to pass”.

“Mr. clueless” he continued again
The streets of Jos,
Blood has become a river.
Have you seen the butchered women…
Have you seen the opened bowels…
Slain infants.
Religious insurgencies on the instant
United Nations office and police headquarters
All crashed landed with a bang…bomb

Churches are smashed, even mosques
The blood rivers of Jos has flowed beyond us
Now, it’s a national flood above us
Yet your greed is on the oil well
You have weakness for debt accumulation

Your greatest height of insensitivity
What happened to profits of yester years?
Same old promise of good roads,
Good education, a better tomorrow
Yet, forty billion, a former house of reps
Single handedly stole it.
Are you leeches never ever tired of loots?
Or fear of insurgence of the deprived youths?

The people raped by empty promises of bandits
If you are in all these things clueless
Then our dreams for the country is hopeless
All leaders before you
Have creatively out done you
Hate has come to the surface
And you have lost your grace”.

Then from the dream, I woke up!
Somebody help!!!
I need dream interpreters.


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Dressed for death act two -Great Physician's durable clothing

Because sin death entered in is for sure a marry heart does good like a cure  											Good news for men like a new leaf fallen from a tree now a dying spirit a fading leaf  										the Glorious cross a promise kept from the time Eve wept 													He is our life from Adam to the One healing enter in the only begotten Son 												dwelling in the Light only He is He was and is to come 														The only wise true Living God conquerer of all evil the Amen													It is done "The first and the last, which was dead, and is alive"													Heals by believing He forgiveth all your sins heals all you diseases                                                                                                                                                                  		His grace keeps us from plagues those written and those not 													 as far as east to west the Lamb of God the Lamb without spot													has taking away our sins with the shedding of His blood														Writes His laws on upon our hearts our sins remembering not													The sins of all He bore upon the tree causing are sins to return unto thee                                									 Rose again on third day the Justified doing away with our body of sin and death											all points as we yet He is without sin pleading to the sinners enter in												the Day spring on High the True Prophet Priest and King														Here is wisdom Honor Jesus Lord of lords King of kings the Lord our God King 											Garments of praise alpha and omega the first the Last the same													Granting repentance forgiveness of your sins in Your name 													The Lord Jesus The name above all names our all in all                                                                                                                                                                               		our sins separated us from Him that giveth Life to all   														Now by faith we have been grafted in Jesus the tree of life          												           	Us with His own self  He adorned clothing us in righteousness and salvation 												Lambs wife married none other than Jesus our great physician

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of unspoken women


They are known by many names - prostitute
Hookers, ladies of the night, escort services, call girls
But what’s in a name ! it’s a trade name like electrician
Carpenter, plumber, doctor.

First and foremost she is a daughter - has a mother
And may even be a mother.
You may not accept her as a sister, a cousin , or an aunt
But she is still blood.
her ways of thinking and living 
May be different from you
But do not criticize unless you’ve walked
A mile in her shoes.

She may open her legs to all and any man
But there is one thing you must understand.
She is a woman with many needs
And on this men do feed.

She puts to use what GOD has given
And that’s how she earns her living.
She knows that these are her tools 
For her to survive - and it’s one of a kind.

Her tools can be used in so many different ways
Whether she stands , sits, or even lays.
She does the same things that all women do
She even has dreams just like you.

There are many who use their income
From day to day - then there are the ones
Who use a lay- a-way.
They’re the ones who think ahead
And 30% goes into the bank instead.

So when their bodies tell them it’s time to quit
And to enjoy life
By then they’ve accumulated a nice slice.

Now I decided to figure it out
What their lives are all about.
Using a very low figure, even thou
It can be much bigger.

If they have ten johns at twenty dollars a pop
Each day for a five day week .
10x 20 = 200 a day times 5 days =1000.00
A week times 4 weeks is 4000.00
At 30% being banked is 1200.00 per month
Times 12 months is $14,400 a year for 20 years
Is $ 288.000 dollars.

This is a low figure, and how many of us can
Retire in twenty years and have saved this amount?

So with this in mind- who are we to criticize.

© L . RAMS

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Say queen what's your name?
in a moments delay, i caught a glimpse of your smile, looked in your eyes and saw someone i knew. someone i loved. a face of she that completed the entity of me holistically. I'm sorry your name is..
the spirit beckoned for my presence, i listened but in hesitation i declined the conversation. i remembered the moment my heart shattered into pieces with ends that would no longer be proportionate to any puzzle. the moment my breath became my suffocation, the more i swallowed i saw cloudy pictures i lost sight. i thought i was dying, no one to resuscitate me. she left me in that space hopeless.
speak again, what's your name?
the eyes delivered my trance, thoughts spinning, emotions flipping, i was turning into a ball of confusion, i heard the name but the familiarity was expelling too much energy, i couldn't find the rhythm of me lost in my memory, it's good to remember her, in fear i ran to the the lowest hole but climbed the highest and still didn't reach ground level. i still need her.
you asked my name...
the voice of my sanity, it rang like anita baker angel on a sunny sunday stunning sun rays beaming of the beams of my forehead, tingling the roots to the follicles of my tendrils. speak to me spiritually because verbally i submerge in blue hues with purple colored canvas i become a lush of words. speak to me emotionally with your hands covering mine, feel my pores into yours, drowning in love. whisper slowly in the pits of my being, i need your words to linger this moment may not happen again...
your name  happines huddled around ampled eager evident total tenacity heighten humility eventually enmeshed rhythm rupture.

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In the beginning there was a word
and all things came from that word
for if it wasn't for the word
a name couldn't be
and without a name you would starve
cause if you want something
you would have to name it
now the words name everything
so everything is wanted
but not all could be gained
a word that named an urge
a feeling
a desire to obtain
a word if said repeatedly
would sound closely to the mechanism
that was used to awaken Frankenstein's monster
the course of electricity trying to power up a machine
it will give life


a pulsating rhythm

when it was realized
that not all wants could be had
more words gave names to feelings
the feelings of not being able to get what you want





along with not being able to get the things that we wanted
there were still the moments when we did gain our wants
and if it wasn't for the moments of not being able
we probably couldn't name so simply
on the receptiveness of when we did




more words were given to name
a want that was given up on or seemed impossible to reach
were gained by a thriving sensation
an urge to hold
a desire to not stop





but then
another realization occurred
there were those that noticed
even if some of the wants were not gained
it wasn't as important
or filling
when someone would rest
wake up and feel refreshed
relieving the pain
that came from our bellies
and dizziness from our heads
feeling most satisfied when done
when a great sadness came upon
and nothing could be done for it
and the only thing that would come out was a liquid
a salty substance
which expelled from our eyes


when over



in the moment the word was going to be uttered



a great want swept over

to look at another person
to touch another person
to use one's mouth on a others mouth


a build up of heat that asks for a connection

and that's when confusion spoke

if this is only in the category of want..
why is it so
a requirement
a necessity


truly not fully understood
the difference between want and need
when it comes to that fast paced heartbeat
rush of blood to vessels
that rise and throb..
the twitch of fingers trying to grab
the constant contact of dilated depths

want want want want

the machine is at high voltage

want want want want

a power meter full

and the monster comes to life


could you live only full on wants?

oh the monster

it's alive

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I’m so afraid to hope, so afraid to care, not wanting you near
I try all my old tricks to sabotage this, my heart always pounding with fear
If you get too close you will leave, if I keep pushing you, you’ll do the same
History will repeat itself and in the end all you will be is another name
A name to add to the source of my pain, an excuse to keep my heart stone
Leading my emotions to tear me apart, my soul ripped to the bone
You tell me you’re a runner, never stay too long
You just wait for the sign, the one thing that’s wrong
So why in God’s name do I stay?
Why don’t I just walk away?
I’m my own nemesis, for ever searching just to feel alive
Maybe I need pain, uncertainty and turmoil in order to survive
A sick masochist, doomed to hell
I’m a fallen actress, can’t you tell?
Faking to have it all under control, trying to fool all of you
Fool you into thinking I’m okay, that I have a clue
My chest aches from my pounding heart, sucking the breath out of me
I wish I did have a clue, a clue to how my ending will be

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The Light of a Child

There was a child born to man, who made every body smile.
Born at night but fair of heart, she made the morning rise.
She sprinkled the magical light of stardust where ever she appeared.

Her laughter filled the hearts of those who came close enough to hear.
Her sparkling eyes full of wonder filled every heart with cheer.
Her generosity dispelled the gloom and made the flowers grow.
Her fair contingence spoke of treasures, still as yet untold.
Her antics opened up the world, bringing vibrancy alive.
Her head would bow with prayers, which opened every mind.

Thru her came a radiance that chased away the clouds.
Thru her contentment came a peace that showered all around.
Thru her actions came a beauty that strengthened every soul.
Thru her love she filled every heart, till they over flowed.
Thru her came a wealth for all, through heart, mind, and soul.
Thru her came a restful peace which everyone proclaimed.

She really was a beautiful child, who was greatly admired.
And what would you name such a wonderful child?
I would name her Hope, wherever she is born.
I know you might have thought I was describing someone else…
But she was a precious token left to us, a much needed gift… 
From God and our Beloved Christ above, for our benefit.

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Cecil-- Whats in a Name

I was named after my grandfather on maternal side.
Cecil is my name, though at first I hated it so.
Teased I was, when I was younger, you need to know.
A cartoon there was, Beanie and Cecil show, I confide.

Few may remember though many will never forget.
Cecil was a sea sick sea serpent, which swam so fast.
Always helping Beanie, get out of trouble till the last,
“Help me Cecil” would be his cry, on every television set.

Cecil has always been a misleading name, to many who heard.
Thinking they did, I was a female, then surprised next.
This never hurt me, even happens, when they read my text.
Even now, when some read this verse, may say, “oh my word”,

Cecil also supposed to mean, “Blind” not sure of this meaning.
There is not much more to say, about my first name you see.
Though now that I am older, I do not dislike it, I am just me.
When people make fun of my name, I don’t find it demeaning.

I am even really proud of it, since there are not many with my name.
Though I have run into one or two, in many different places,
I even find it fun, to see expressions, on some of their faces.
They seem happy, as I am to hear, another person called the same

written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "WHAT'S IN A NAME?" 

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Rick For Short

Rick For Short By Rick Rucker There were two Richards in my class, One of us had to change his name, As Rick Nelson had risen to fame, I changed mine to Rick, it might win me a lass! I didn’t know what Richard meant Or I might not have so quickly let my name depart, For it means “The Lion Heart,” When I was young, Courage would have been Heaven sent! When very young, I was ultra short, The saving grace was that I ran fast, So, for running games, I wasn’t chosen last, But for basketball, I was made fun of, just for sport, Nature intervened late in life, A sudden growth spurt let me get to nearer normal height, Now I was too big to fight, Others didn’t want to engage me in strife, Suddenly, I wasn’t “Rick for short,” Since I wasn’t focused on what I no longer lacked, I used my brain, my nerves were no longer racked, I became THE student to help you with a report, So, in an odd way, you could say, That most of my goals I have met, To being a poet, author, and artist, on the internet, That I likely owe my name for what I have done, up to this day! Sometimes we arrive at a decision quick, That may change our life forever, Us, from our old life it can sever, I’m so glad I changed my name to Rick!

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His Name is Jeremy

Justice his goal, his words polite

Eager to help friends with their plight

Relies on small things for delight

Expressive in what he does write

Mighty in love, peaceful and quite

Yields to actions that are forthright

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Gone Too Far

That’s not my elephant, officer, though she is pink.
She is right in front of your vehicle sir, I think.
Not too big, but not too small, her name is Ella.
I would say she likes to carry her pink umbrella.
I bet those second graders can see her just fine.
Yes, officer, I bet that they never drank any wine.
So to say, she is not there, will start some fights.
So remember that my faith is in the bill of rights.
She dances so fine around, around over the lot.
Upon tips of her toes, she cannot smoke pot.
However, she can eat spaghetti, with meatballs hot,
She loves to slurp, and swing the noodles in trot.
Don’t you see her now, over on top of that car?
Well, sir, you’re under arrest, you’ve gone too far.

Written for

Sponsor Matt Caliri 
Contest Name That's Not My Elephant 

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He Strengthens Me

When no one is around he wears his crown to pick me up when I'm down
When I'm lonely with now where to go nowhere to grow he is there never letting me go
When my dreams are foggy when I'm uncertain losing my sight I see his bright light

When I need a hug a kiss a word of encouragement he is there to find to give it
When moments are dark and, I have fallen he is there he walks right up to catch me
When I have lost everything he restores my faith in him 

Where would I be without him my life my heart I owe to him 
for his name sake I praise for my life he gave me my life I 
owe him I know him I adore him I worship his name higher

Than any other I'm safe now in his loving arms.


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Click, click

Click click, that's the name of the game
Click click, you're going insane
Click click, is it nice outside?
Click click, should I even try?
Click click, it's the name of our generation
Click click, hypnotic masturbation
Click click, researching nonsense
Click click, losing my conscience
Click click, puppies and kittens
Click click, more statuses written
Click click, everyone has a voice
Click click, everyone has a choice
Click click, donate to causes
Click click, without hidden clauses
Click click, the world is becoming transparent
Click click, it's all so inherent
Click click, this is public domain
Click click, but please don't restrain
Click click, an abundance of trolls
Click click, did I just get rick rolled?

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Some folks live in a box
a box of their own making
get comfortable there like the old woman in a shoe.
Boxes can be great protection
from the weather, from strange things
an occurrences but life was not meant to be lived
in a small box … man was given the world.

Some folks swear, they know the name of God.
[In olden times, no mere human would think …
of uttering the name of God > even if they did know it.]
And yet.. now a days [At least since men, gathered and sorted
picked and pared the writing of the ancients..]
men have gone out shouting the name of Jesus
[Letting Him out-of- the-box … so to speak,
the box of man’s mind and heart.]

Now God [The one with the capital G] 
never did like being called…
So be very, very, careful
when you let Jesus out of the box
that you don’t put your words in His mouth.
I’d say Jesus has been out of the box
since the stone rolled away from the crypt 
[Lucky for some of us, unlucky for others.]

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I feel my heart is beating…
So so fast like the storming wind…
Each time I remember you are gone…
each time I remember you don’t belong...
Neither in my arms nor in my life…
I feel I am stuck in a storm…
My heart beat so fast that I can even imagine...
I wanted to write your name in my heart...
Every second, ever minute, every hour and day…
So I live my life with you everyday….
I know I am pretending…taking my little courage…
To forget this pain my way…
Who will I be with out your memories…?
How will I count my days…
When your name have been erased….
I don’t dream about another day…
Because I know my dream will always fall...
I know it is head for me to go my way…
Because I always lived your way…
Now I am lost in my way…
To live my life my own way…
Excuse me I request...
Will you please show me to my way??

Dilupa Wijegunasekara

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MLK - 1929 - 1968

(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)

they shot you down
all those years ago


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

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
we shall overcome

(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)

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When I awaken in the morning And I do not feel a pain, When my coffee pot is gurgling I feel happiness again. When I check with all my loved ones And they’re just as well as I, When my friends who have been ailing, Say they’re better, my oh my! I’m happy! When my to-do list's checked off And I still am feeling fine, When I look for contest winners And the first name there is mine! I’m happy! When none of the bloggers worry About what has been said or not When the box I thought was empty Has a chocolate I forgot, I’m happy! When my kitties are both healthy And my cupboard isn’t bare, When I read obituaries And my own name isn’t there, I’m happy! Sitting by my blazing fire With more fuel in the hod, Searching deep in soul to find I am quite alright with God. I’m happy! Won a second in Carol's contest

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~ (~) ~ (Four Part-s-Part #2) Dedicated in Love to My Little Sister ~ Tina Marie Haynes ~ (~) ~

She reminded me of my Sister Tina... She had been adopted by a Christian Minister and her family, as we all eventually were, each separately adopted... who lived life to the fullest of faith. As they adopted so many children that had their own particular needs for love, and had had their struggle themselves with their own desire for it... Tina had a rare lung disorder, a form of Emphysema, and passed away at 6 1/2 years of age... But was as grateful for life as I feel a person could aspire to be... Every time she was asked "Tina" How are you feeling today?" She would fight, and I mean with all of her love for life to say... "I am just fine today, and how are you yourself today?" And she would talk with them for a time. She could barely even speak most of the time, and was in a wheel chair and on oxygen for the majority of her life, but she wanted people to know still that her life was wonderful... and was still concerned about another's day... She new that with God, she was well taken care of, and wanted the world to know this too... "I have always found this to be the most precious and endearing thing, among the very many things about her... and so the kitten that my daughter brought home for us could barely meow, and welcomed life and struggled to embrace it even though hers was distraught at the time... We kept her, and loved her greatly, and intently for this one reason... and every time someone was not feeling well, she would lay by their side or on there chest, upon their heart, and would stay there purring until they were well... A peculiar side note about her... My wife read the bible every day, and left it on our bed... and every time Precious was in labor, she would lay on that bible, and "I believe" Be praying to God for us and her new kittens that were on the way... That their life would bring a new life of this kind to another's, and so I find that she reminded me of my Sister Tina... in so many ways... because she was always grateful for life, and another's life, loved God, and moved to show it in all her ways, and I always found that the name that we gave her "Precious". Was the most fitting and adoring and endearing name that we could have given her... Because this is what she, like my little Sister, was to all of us, and to everyone she came in contact with, and who came in contact with her... .

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Every single person
Is a daughter or a son.
That’s the way we enter
When our lives have just begun.

Some of us are sisters, brothers,
Cousins, uncles, aunts,
But we have no control of that – 
It’s purely circumstance.

Other titles we select – 
As husband or as wife
And dad or mom if sperm and egg
Create a brand-new life.

But once again, from that point on
We do not have a voice,
For if our children wed
Or procreate, it’s not our choice.

Yet those who in the Nana/Grandpa
Area have scored
Know factors out of our control
Have granted this reward.

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deliver me, deliver us

I have found my voice

at humanity’s eleventh hour

I have found my voice because

I called upon humanity’s wisdom

and asked if I can help to deliver

to you

some units of joy

and lessons of love

so I ask you to hear humanity's inevitable lovesong




And deliver me

deliver us

deliver me 

on the days Jefferson spoke of inalienable rights

deliver us into that night of human liberation

when czars were overthrown and utopia envisioned

deliver me on the day Martin had his dream
deliver us on the day Paris’ commune became community

deliver me

deliver us

I say deliver me

And deliver us

Because without the us 

there is no me

And without the me 

There is no us

humanity’s struggle

constant argument between




The me and the us

Were at 

Lexington Concord


St. Petersburg


Omaha beach

Paris, Prague, and Mexico in 1968

Tianenmen Square in 1989

And Occupy Wall Street 

The me and the us

Are at kitchen table

Deciding whose childhood is spared

The me and the us are at

Parliaments all over the world

Deciding whose life is worthwhile

The me and the us are at the UN

Deciding which nations are worthwhile

The me and the us

History has been about the me and the us

History’s first experiment in liberation

Stalin and world interrupted, still insisting on the me

so I ask you, humanity

I implore you

In the name of so many terrified faces

In the name of so many torture chamber places

I ask you here and now

At humanity’s eleventh hour

brink of armaggedon's world war


Deliver me 

And deliver us

Deliver us from humanity's dark night

let the children and future generations breathe

freedom's air

Deliver me

Deliver us

Deliver me

Deliver us.

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In your name...

I’m sorry I’m letting go 
We’re both drowning below 
Deep into an abyss of confusion 
We’ve enjoyed every moment, but merely an illusion 
Please, my one, please, baby understand 
I will always be the one to hold your hand
Even if you’ll turn your back as doubt prevails
I will always see beyond your anger and wails
Forgive me, but I have to let go 
The reason is of this we might never know
Baby, in your name 
A martyr I became
Without regret or gain
I’m letting go, immersed in pain 
Baby, in your name 
I extinguish my flame 
My heart will shatter forever
But your happiness I won’t sever
On this path you have to travel
Make me proud and my agony will unravel

True as always, I say “baby, I love you,  
And, adieu, my one and only, adieu” 

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I Am Me

I Am Me

During my life I have had so many names
Each one unique and yet the same
My personality changed with each name
I do not know there were so many changes
Maybe it was an after effect of maturing?
Maybe the old me was tired and worn from life
I know that I was born again when I changed
A new name brought new challenges
Every name was something that I was
It was me being the best that I could be
With all the time before me and all the time behind me
I know now that the changes were not from a name
The changes came from within my mind and my soul
In the end I am me and that is who I will always be.

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Appreciation in full

So much you have been to me and for me. when there was the concept of lost love you 
brought with you the meaning of true love. At times when I felt that I suffered alone,your 
tears told me that my miseries were also yours. When trouble came pouring down, you were 
my shelter. Even when everything seemed to be going wrong your touch let me know it 
would be alright. As confusion surrounded me and I lay on the brink of insanity, youbrought 
me peace of mind. In the darkness when I was lost and searched for friends, you came as 
the light by being my truest friend. In this world where there is said to be no garauntees 
youve proven to be my only garauntee...How do i show my appreciation in full?

Maybe if I were able to have the planets rotate around you, or reach into the sky and gather 
the stars to put at your door step to forever light the path you walk on...That would be 
appreciation in full.
To shed tears until the deserts of the world are no longer dry but instead blossom with roses 
that match the complexion of your skin, or to have a single drop of your own tears be the 
secret of the fountain of youth...That would be appreciation in full.
Having the angels of heaven proclaim you as Gods most precious angel on earth and the 
priest of the world know the love your name brings as its own religion...That would be 
appreciation in full.
Directing the bees from every continent to bring their honey only to you as a representation 
of how sweet your touch is, or a million butterflies to explain to you what my stomach feels 
like when i am in your presence...That would be appreciation in full.
To go back in time to the begining of my life and be born for the purpose of being with you 
and only you,or to make the blessings of your first and second child becreated from my 
seed...That would be appeciation in full.
Having the waves of the ocean spell out your name within every ripple of motion or to make 
love to you under the stars in the middle of that same ocean while lying on the waves...That 
would be appreciation in full.
Spending my life in prayer thanking God for having you, while looking into the sky seing 
your face in the clouds or hearing your voice within every breeze of wind, feeling your touch 
within the suns warm rays...That would be appreciation in full.
My pride in life is having you and for that I trust solely in us, you are my love, my life, my 
wife...How do I show my appreciation in full?

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Poems about Allah
In The Name Of Allah
I seek Allah’s protection
Praise be to Allah
The lord of the world
The beneficent, the merciful.
The master of the Day of Judgment,
You do we worship and thine aid we seek,
Guide us to the straight path.
The path of those you have favored,
And not of those against whom you are wrathful,
Nor of those who have gone astray.
His relation with creatures
Many of his creatures are creative.

Known and unknown of varies
In different continent and undiscovered continent
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Special of his creatures on earth
Man feeling healthy and happy all time 
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Special creatures with special talents
Creating and inventing new things
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Was saying in cradle
 I dear not worship thee and dear not,
I dear not satisfy thee and I also dear not
Bunch of lies at a stage. 
Praise be to thee, thy Lord.

Creator looked and warned
Special creatures then shivered,
Echo of shouting and screaming
Then forgiveness was given
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Creature said, Marvelous, thy Lord is Perfect
And all praises and worship are due to him.

There is no god but He, the living,
The everlasting, slumber touches Him not, nor sleep.
To him belongs all that is in the heavens and on
The earth. Who is there to intercede with Him,
Save by his permission. He knows that before and after them,
And they comprehend nothing of His knowledge,

Save by such as he wishes.
His throne comprises the heavens and the earth.
The preserving of them oppresses Him not.
He is the Most High, the supreme (in glory)
Let there be no compulsion in religion:
Truth stands out clear from error:
Whoever rejects evil and believes in Allah has
Gasped the most trustworthy handhold, that
Never breaks. And Allah heareth and knoweth all things.
Allah is the protector of those who have faith: 
From the depths of darkness He will lead them forth into light.
Of those who reject faith the patrons are the evil ones:
From light they will lead them forth into depths of darkness. 

They will be companions of the fire to dwell therein (forever).
All praise is due to Him, who has bestowed upon me, 
Behold, my Sustainer hears indeed all prayer.
Your Duties to Him 
My passionate to him is to worship him
There is no partner or a competitor
I feel my life is to him
My life feels I should be to him, the able
Worship and gives him all he is due to:
And praises his name all the time
Mighty in all his names:
He the beneficent, pray

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Looking the around  earth,  the churches,  the cities, the  nations and humanities;
Heat of making it and perish  is on a  constant motion.
Heat of politics; like a rushing  rock waters, hitting  hard  on mighty nations 
Lives are on fast lane to riches and power, given souls the  choice of  hell,
What a world of heat we lived?
The youths and the adults; picks up heat upon themselves, 
Just to make a name and die without leaving a name behind.
 Heat of sudden riches and famous has let down bloods  on our streets;
Men are  on the fast lane to make it and say goodbye;  women are on the fast lane of love   to having society  wedding and  later embrace divorce.
Putting countries into economic meltdown, single mothers  jubilating, smiling at free money. What a world of heat that we lived?

On  televisions and churches , heat of  forcing seed of faith out of the  hands of the poor  has opened doors  for many into hell. 
Our foolish actions that  heat up our destinies  to making it;
resulted into  singled  mothers life, blood flow, starvations, unrest, and various epidemics. 
In our society,  famous is another heat in the mind of  leaders; spilling the  blood of innocents.
Heat  up the  family with unnecessary demands; men becomes mad, confused and promiscuous. 
Heat  the family; things will fall apart. Heat up power seat; heads will rolls. 
Heat the churches with prosperities, you have bigger congregation.
What a world of heat we lived?

Heat of hunger everywhere, heat of bail out and heat of  returning to power; sending fear into minds.
Heat  of prosperity crusade in churches is a trademark of eloquent preachers.
Heat of scandals has suddenly become  body cream that stars applied on their bodies,
Heat of  signing gay gospel  bill  into law by nations; and  say goodbye to cultures, values and integrities; forcing fears of Christ returns into weak minds.
The heat of hell, no longer  scare evil men, 
Heat is heat; either in hell or on earth.
Waving my hands of goodbye to all form of heats of this world; 
My peace returns.
-	Pastor Emmanuel Alfred .B     

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She doesn’t remember what
she loved about me
so i hold her in my elbows
as if she needed someone to save her
and i hate that i’ve always believed in
things i couldn’t touch

tree house ladder i climbed you
with the weight you swung into me
told the sky
glow heartbeat
glow strong
glow window pane
hold me tight with your seatbelt arms
i am hammock swing
stardust cough
xylophone fingers
bruise easy rock swing
the meaning of yes
the language of whales
she doesn’t remember what we felt like together
she pauses like maybe i won’t see myself in hers
bones i shift
and the city deserts me deep
and indigo sky knuckle down nosebleed
i resorted to creating new memories with you
by looking at old photographs
and pretending i had been in them
glove compartment hawk heart i pulled
sky captain kite punch like
you name me adventure
name me skip trunk keys scrape
name me stranger
like elevator kiss
like storm clouds
like hummingbird heartbeat
i said i like who i am as a person
and you pulled away
as if my skeleton wasn’t big enough to hold both of us
you wore apple core lips
like i should never be sad
that i spent all this time kissing someone who
didn’t want to be kissing me
as if i tasted like relief
like you wanted to cut me into your esophagus
and hush
like quiet city
like loves becoming a plea bargain
like spit me out as a watermelon seed
you say lets get married and name all of our children ribcage
i pull through her thumb locked
and aware of all the times she said apologizing would
just sound empty
and i whisper i hope if i’m getting old
it’s because you make time nonexistent
do not cantaloupe smile
do not flashlight heart
do not risk what you cannot promise on me
do not wear me like we are the same size
i’m building life with slice wounds on the bottom of me feet
deep enough to hide hopes in
so i can wear them into the ground
how to reach from my heart
so you don’t apple adam promises that
sound like
i never lied to you
i want you to teach me
to glow heartbeat
glow strong
glow windowpane
with blood in your
mouth like you thought climbing trees
could teach us to fight distance
remember to hold me
like you know how to shake
remember to keep everything at arms length
remember to palm scoop crayfish
remember to break me
like you know what you cared for about me
these are my confessions on a street corner
bent shattered and proud
I promise to never use words like always 
refer to you and I in the future tense 
or reveal wishes before they come true 
because every person I’ve ever loved 
has said I was the best thing 
that ever happened to them when they left me.

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Retreat at Trinity

What a wonderful day this will be
as we travel together to Trinity.
On this day, as the darkness of night
gives way to a brilliant new days light.
A lady enters my life in a very special way,
like crystal, she reflects the radiance of the day.
I become a moon in orbit around her
and her name is Mary.  She is like no other,
such a simple name for the sun.
A simple name but a profound one.
In a room full of old friends, I drift quietly apart,
unaware of her affect, as she touches my heart.
She is the sun for this one wonderful day.
Its, as if, God in all his love, would say,
"Bill, your life is too dull, too dreary, a bore.
I'm going to send a lovely flower to your door.
She brightens lonely days with her vibrance.
This is a special flower.  A single glance,
will turn night to day or a  gloomy day bright,
lift your spirit high, or, just make you feel right."
I said, "Lord, does this flower have a name?"  And
He said, "Yes!  Her name is friend."

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Who Would Resist?

The telephone rang, it was early dawn
The birds were unusually silent
Words came through like lightning bolts
‘Swallow me earth!  My pitiful plea
Scorched heart set afire!
Inconsolable, I lay upon the floor
With just one wish – to die!
I should have known you’d be going home soon
Your task here completed
He called you by name and who would resist?

My incessant prayers I thought were heard
If I had known I would have stayed near
Now this hole in my heart will not heal
I yearn to feel your soft warm hands gentle upon my face
Massage your tired achy feet after long hours of teaching
How I miss you Mama!  The times we shared
Even when our wills would clash
Your quiet obedient spirit against mine-quiet but  so stubborn
Yet you loved me in spite of all wrongs
Mama, he called you by name and who would resist?

Of the seven roses given to your care, two, He had already reclaimed 
Roland, your love of thirty-eight years had waited for you long enough
The five roses left were in full bloom with new buds soon to bloom
I can only imagine His voice filled with love
As He softly whispered your name
Tired eyes, tears filled overflowed as peace flooded your being
 He beckoned you with gentle words 
Like a Mother’s arms they embraced you
His eyes said it all-you belonged to Him
He called you by name and who would resist?

All pain dissolved as tears fell away
Through vision dim His luminous face engaged
“Is it truly you?” You may have asked and to which came His reply
"I am the hungry child you fed, the prisoner you visited
The homeless to which you gave shelter
The sick you comforted, the young man you prayed for
The neighbor you treated with respect..."
This one is for you Mama, for now I understand
Wrapped in His arms no mortal would choose to escape
He called you by name and who would resist?

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Out of depth, I have cried for you, In all my breath, I speak of you, My soul waits, my soul mourns, As I wait for morning, I wait for redemption, Am clothed in shame, yet I await the crown, Am made of boils, yet am waiting for your anointment oil, My heart is divided like the red sea, The stars have refused to shine, Yet I praise you, my frame brought to you, In your book am written, The days fashioned for me, Search me, Try me, and know me, Deliver me from these men, In you I take refuge, Don’t leave my soul destitute I raise my voice, Take down the point, Am your portion on the land of the living, Bring my soul out of this prison, They have persecuted my soul, Help my spirit not to fail, I lift my soul to you, I spread my hands to you, Am a thirsty land? My heart within me is distressed, Am like a breath, My life is a shadow of death, Come down from your heavens, Let me touch your mountains, Stretch your hands from above, Show me of your undying love, My heart speaks lying words, My heartbroken wounds never binds, I long for your precepts, Revive me in your rectitude, I hope in your ordinances, I will contemplate on your statutes, I have thought of my ways, I have decided to turn to you without any delay, This is not a forged lie, Am coming back home, Melt the fat in my heart, Extract the part that hurt, I pray, tame me not to stray, I would have perished in my affliction, But you settled my life in your heaven, Your name is my meditation, I have seen the consumption of all perfection, Your word is a lamp to my feet, Your name is the light of my heart, You are so inclined in my heart, that we can never part, I hope in your word, you’re my hiding place, Unto you I lay my life, Rub off the rivers running from my eyes, Give me understanding and I shall live, I cry wholeheartedly to cling to you, I rejoice in you my great treasure, I rest my life to you, Cling to my fragile heart please do so Christ, Never let me go, because I need you so.

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Boom And Boom Go Out

     Boom And Boom Go Out

Not a person place or thing
Not a sight or touch or odor
More like a sound
And a perception
When Boom comes out
Place two in a room together
Turn off the lights 
In the dark they sound the same
Booms sound alike
If you hear a sizzle or movement
Remove the fuses
They don’t like the sun
But with some coaxing and persuasion 
They will go out

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The Man of my dreams

The man of my dreams is 6 foot tall, The man of my dreams has a round head like a ball.
The man of my dreams is a gentile man The man of my dreams has a really nice tan. The man
of my dreams has no hair at all. The man of my dreams oh did I say he is tall. The man of
my dreams fights for freedom all right, The man of my dreams would put yours out of sight.
The man of my dreams his name Rob, The man in my dreams is not compared to a slob. The man
in my life he like to play games the man in my life his name is James!

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Whiskey Christmas

It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide.
Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside.
Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies,
Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes.
Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears,
Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers.
No presents or joy in this household upon this night.
Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight.
Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink.
No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think.
Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more,
No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score.
Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared,
Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired.
She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away.
While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay.
Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light.
Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright.
Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys.
Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys 
I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first.
Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst,
Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try,
This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry.
Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy.
My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy.
Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes.
I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries.

User Name  Cecil Hickman

Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever 

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         A SPECIAL NAME 

My mom never had much thought about my name.
So when it came time for me to be born.
Into this world short,fat and hair the color of corn.
But my dad said"he wouldn't be the blame".

The first name my mom thought of was Teresa.
I was named after no aunts or granny's or any other.
Not even named after my mother.
But my dad really liked the name Lisa.

The doctor looked at me and said"oh what a face".
I wasn't named after an angel or a saint.
I  was so big she almost had to faint
and all dad could do was pace.

I love the name my mama gave me.
Middle name is Ann after my granny Ann.
Mama says I look like her side of the clan.
Her love made me be what I should be.
                     Teresa Skyles

Entered in Linda-Marie's"what's in a name"contest

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Just Praising

I'm praising the Lord, will you come and join me,
Praising His name all through the day.
I'm praising the Lord, will you come and join me,
And we will be blessed along the way.

Singing praise to Him just makes me happy,
Iknow that my prayers He will fulfill.
He is my Father and He loves me,
So I shall always do His will.

Praising the name of the One who loves me,
Jesus, He came to set me free,
I was a sinner on lifes highway,
He was the One who showed the way.

Let your praise reach up to heaven,
There it will please the Heavenly Host.
Honest prayer is sure to please Them,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

© Dave Timperley 2012
Sung to the tune of High on a hill stood a lonely goatherd or the Yodel song from The Sound of music.

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The Doctor delivered the news
like a Court Judge
in a final death sentence verdict
"You are HIV positive!"
A the clinic corridor
the Nurses had gathered
Like Eagles converging on carcasses
they fed fat on my 'pitiable' frame
muterring and whispering in low voices
"that's the lady"
"the new member of the club"
At home, in the living room
the family gathered in dead silence
mother wept, as if mourning my death
"all my efforts down  the drain", she wailed and wailed
father gazed at me
like a psychiatric home returnee
"what a terrible end!", he lamented
At work, in the open office
my table enjoyed expanse of space
"Hi!", they would wave at me from afar
To call my name was like catching the virus
they would rather die than shake my hands
In our street
people peep behind the windows blinds
"don't you ever go near!"
parents warned their children and wards
many fingers pointed at me wherever i turn
"see the results of promiscuity"
they'd say to themselves
in the local shop
i need not to queue
"just come over here awhile, my dear"
the shopowner would cajole
giving me special treatment, i never got before
everywhere i turn and go
i have a name tag
and see huge price tag
of being an unfortunate victim of HIV/AIDS

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Success born

5th january2012.

Before you read the poem please put together the first alphabet of each line to understand the theme…success personified (acrostic style with rhyme)

Seeds sown at the child’s birth, Understand that to be born in sin, there is no dearth. Cease to reason why the mother her name is always betrayal, Come on we all know her best girl friends are struggle, heartache, disappointment and denial. Ease into the child ears soft strain of lullabies of hardship,sorrow,grief and of people on trial. Sure we are that the father his name is sufferings, his buddies are tragedy and despair, Sweet child of the unholy union can be the one to get the electric chair, ……………………………… But is known as SUCCESS if given tender loving care, Oh its roots are always never too rich, that of multimillionaire. Rise from the crowd below and climb the steps of glory, Now on is the only aim for him so that in his memoir he can write a fine story….

Details | I do not know? | |

do you?

i ran from all my troubles i ran to hide all my fears
i ran to be rid of this anger i ran to shed my tears 
bottled up inside me the hate for all my foes 
locked up inside this small dark room where  only the anger grows 
crucified by society on jesus's  i am the thorn 
i didnt ask for this way of life i didnt ask to be born
"our father who art in heaven hallow be thy name " 
i prayed to you for forgiveness but what did i gain 
have i found someone to love me have i found someone to care 
i prayed to god in my time of need but our lord wasnt there 
and so i walk these streets at night i walk down by the dock
lost inside these thoughts of mine i fall over a rock 
i curse the name of everyone its everone i hate 
to end up a lonley bitter man seems to be my fate 
to walk the path of many men to throw my life away
hello depression my old friend are you here to stay ?
isolate myself from the world ignoring all my phone calls 
no one understands my pain no one but these four walls 
so my friends whos reads  this do the best in all you do 
cos no one likes to be second best
no one does DO YOU?

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Sarah Kendricks

Sarah a name that means a princess in noble birth,
Along with biblical experiences of religious worth,
Reading her work one can tell of her tenderness.
A real poetess that has such natural cleverness,
Here and now I dedicate this for her gentleness.

Kindness she has shared with all so generous.
Each word I write without ever meeting her.
Never speaking to her, I know many concur.
Dedicating a sonnet is more then she expects.
Reality is, this will never show what she reflects.
I saw her sonnet was waiting to be written true.
Carefully I read her words, to get honest clue.
Kindness, blessed imagination her poetry thru,
Sincerely, I hope she enjoys this poetry I do.

written for
Sponsor Brian Strand 
Contest Name 1-14 any theme /form max 14 LINES  

Dedicated to Sara Kendrick

sorry somehow my writing software changed your name and I did not notice until after I wrote it in an Acrostic Sonnet poem as well....

Details | I do not know? | |

Your Name Is Misery

Your name is misery
here to haunt me in my dreams
In my waking hours and in my sleep
Nightmares and worst fears 
of course you can make them come true

Your Name Is Misery

You are the demon 
That called himself a dad
You are my illness, my shame, guilt and pain
I cannot shake you 
I try to run but you always catch me
I try to hide and you find me

Your Name Is Misery

You are the cause of my pain
I used to blame myself 
But lately I have found I am not the one to blame
I was a child
Innocent and helpless
when you took my dignity, my life my sanity

Your Name Is Misery

You have presented yourself in many forms
The school counselor who tried to violate me
The Father figure who molested me
The strangers who forced themselves on me
A gang paid to rape me
A Fiance who beat me 
And killed the child inside me
The voices that torment me

Your Name Is Misery

You have so many faces 
It would take my whole life to paint a picture of you
And quite frankly 
I don't want to waste my time on you
I just want to forget you

Your Name Is Misery

I wish I could get away from you
Break away from your grasp
Take away the control you have over me
I hate being under your spell
I hate the pain you constantly cause me 
I hate crying because of you
I hate the darkness you bring with you
Most of all 
I hate you

Your Name is Misery

That is no lie
There is no mistake 
You bring havoc, drama, and chaos 
All the things I despise 
I don't want you near me
I don't even want to look you in the eye

Your Name is Misery 

I am afraid of you 
I can't stand you 
most of all 
I am mad at you 
for you have made my life a living hell
But no more 
I am cutting you out 
I have never wanted you around
It is high time 
I got rid of you 
It's time to stand my ground
I am going to take you down
I don't need you
I never want to see you 
Get out of my life 
For I am not going to let you bring me down
You are not welcome here 

Your Name Is Misery

By: Jean Shular

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When You Fall For The Wrong One

I guess I always knew
That it was too good to be true
That I never really had you in my hand
Just a filler, a time killer
Just a soft place you could land
Not the girl that you’d imagined or had planned
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
As crazy as it sounds, I still wouldn’t change a thing
I wouldn’t take a moment back from us
I don’t regret the moments
When you told me everything
Won’t forget the side of you
That only I know
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
It’ll hurt one day, mark my words
One day when everything falls apart
When she breaks your heart
One day you’ll reach for me
You’ll see me in your dreams
But I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
But I’ll be gone…
I’ll be gone…

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The Importance of Your Identity

Your names your identity
it's what marks you out
you've got that particular name
it's only yours without a doubt

When your parents named you
it was especially for you alone
no one else was in their thoughts
you were theirs all flesh and bone

In the years since your birth
your name many times spoken
some in praise others critical
and even when some were joking

But a name lives as long as you do
it goes to the grave with you
then like you it'll be no more
only memories left that are true

So be sure you value your name
it's your identity of what you are
for aftyer you've gone from this life
nothing else is left by far

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I Wasn't Born In Lincoln

I wasn’t born in Lincoln
But my mama named me so
My name is Lincoln Tatum
It’s a name you ought to know

I can’t read or write or spell
I can’t even speak or add
But I’m really quite charming
And I got that from my dad

That’s how he wooed my mama
Won her heart, her love so dear
He charmed her right to heaven
And that’s just how I got here

I wasn’t born in Lincoln
But my mama named me so
My name is Lincoln Tatum
It’s a name that you now know

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He was renowned for farming 
ploughing lands as large as atlantic  
but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea
beyond the sea all he got

Down here, his roof leaks
his town roads untared
they make use of his wealth
to paint their town more white

he thinks his wealth is safe 
but the value they use
promising him security and secrecy
to shut their mouth from his people

his pots occupied
by cockroach and rats
as had been aboandoned by his wife
his children grow everyday
developing big belly and head

He goes back to use ibeleju as lamp
but he claims to be rich
his children goes fishing to pay their fees
the school fees he has refused to pay

they built a school for their wards
and beg them to look inside papers
nobody pays a penny
those are the people beyond the sea

his wealth is intact
but had been used
times without number for their anuual budget
they beyond the seas

Worms leak his intestine
and his offsprings from six to two
he took their looks to the people
the people beyond the sea

they gave him a name "Malaria"
Malaria took them all
contented he came
carring no less for his kwashiokor wards

His bicycle like buried iron
yet he appears before his kinsmen
to speak in language that tingles
they smirk at him

though the gods let him live
his expliots and wealth
managed and utilized by the people
the people beyond the sea

he claims to be learned
while they have brain washed him
he trusted them
and left our heritage

the gods forbide
our black heritage
that our fathers died to protect
like our brotherly love

Our heritage
that forbade greed
he forgot our maxim
that of Unison

him that our fathers gave the "Ofor"
the Ofor that represents power
power to protect our interest
our black interest

the gods bear us witness
witness of our unquenched suffering
starving in front of plenty
plenty at the so called bank

banks beyond the sea banks
the name for their civilised theft
theft because they use the value
the value of your wealth
to reinforce themselve

the Ofor has fallen
from his hands
the gods has departed  from him
but he will not believe

our chambers now lagoons
lagoons from the light shawers
our tables now canoes
and soup spoons paddle

mosquitoes now our pets
nursing our children
our working age amended
starting from 6  to sleep

our heads now bald
not from age
but from fetching water
water from the eden 

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The Final Shout

A hundred times I mention her name in loneliness,
a thousand times I shout her name into the wilderness.
In my wildest dreams and tormenting nightmares I have cried for her,
at life’s every twist and turn I have reached for her.
In the prison’s dark alleys I have searched for her,
in my mother’s womb I must have craved for her.
She is more the image I seek than who she probably can be.

She is someone about whom I have an archive of unwritten poetry…
Though a dream she wakes me with hope;
with twinkling eyes and soothing lips.
She is she and much much more,
her beauty glows as she ages.

When the rope turns its final coil to squeeze that last drop of draining blood,
I’ll smile at the mirage of her vision in full entity and shout her name with all the 
Lo, I shall shout “Freedom!”

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The Boatman's Song 19/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                                                     19/Many 

He asked her in a very natural tone
“Who you are, and why you are telling me those things
About which, I know nothing?”

Urveshi revealed her identity

Urveshi knew, how this warrior like Youngman would react,
And told, “I am Urveshi* the Apsara from heaven,
I came here Youngman to hear those beautiful melodies
Which you were singing from earth, but its echoes were
Ringing even in heaven”,

Your songs and melodies have brought me, here on earth 
And I am happy to be here, to find that you are not only a singer, 
But, in actual a warrior and scholar, with extra ordinary va lour,
In your body and arms 
Gifted with the sharpness of mind, that too with a noble loving heart
It’s time O Chandragupta*, you should help your love
I know you don’t want to let your name be called before anyone
Till you are in seclusion and exile, due to your differences with the kingdom
But there is no one here to know, what I tell you as a sincere friend
You have to save your love the Princess, 
From the poisonous jaw of her Uncle’s clutches  

Urveshi exclaimed! Put strength of va lour in your arms, Youngman 
And polish your fighting techniques
So that you may end the vicious circle engulfing your love
By killing those treacherous men in black in her kingdom

I know you are alone, without men to fight with you
But you are the same, who can even fight with an army alone
And you have given a pledge to your Guru* Chanakya* 
To save your land from King like DhanaNanda* 

Even Alexander* the Great, was in praise of your va lour
As no man ever had shown to him, such a courage
To face and fight his men,  as you were alone 
And made them wounded in few moments
And escaped using your mind’s alertness
Like a lightening appears and vanishes during rains

Your destiny is going to change, the future of this land
And you are going to rule on the entire Aryavarta*
As no one has done ever, in the history of this land 

Ravindra					19/Many   to continue……

Kanpur   India 21st January 2010

      * Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
      * Guru Hindi word means teacher 
* Aryavarta. Ancient name for northern and central India
      * Chandragupta.  Name of the Boatman. His full name was Chandragupta       
   Maurya, Born in 340 BC
     * Chanakya. The name of the great teacher of Chandragupta & a great politician
     * Dhana Nanda. The wicked King Dhana Nanda dethroned by Chandragupta

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Shakespearean tragedy me

path of least resistance
the souls do choose
and thus we have a soul mate
what better way for a god
or demi god to rid themselves of one not to be
me the shakespearean tragedy
living in a world
far from fair
my gut tells me i shouldnt be here
and love needs to be spared
plan to fail
plan to fail
sorry love
i must turn you away
away in disgust
become everything i truly dislike about myself
and hold it to the extreme

the one left loving me
the one left there by my side
the one who stands tall with me as i plan to fall
is my murderer to be
my soul mate
the one the gods have cursed
alas they have cursed me

the path of least resistance
is it in your life?
when the tough gets going do you get tough?
or do you do what you can while you can
in the name of beauty and love
and show the gods what they shoulda woulda could of

a war in the name of using love as a weapon

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Jesus Your Name I Will Cherish

Jesus, Your Name I Will Cherish!

Jesus...  Your name I will 
always cherish.
Without you.  I would 
certainly perish.

Knowing you has been a delight!
You are with me,
Each day and night!

YOU are my best friend! 
 God's precious son.
My daily provider!.  
The all sufficient one.

You loved me!
When I was lonely and sad.
I have joy and happiness,
 I once never had.

You are my savior and best friend!.
That's why I fall in love with you
 all over again.

Your life, for mine,
 is what you provided!
Living for you, 
Is what I decided!!

By Jim Pemberton

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What Must I Do

What does it take?
To find what we search for,
and, even harder, to keep it?
What must we do?

I seek no endless glory,
I do not desire that my name be sung
down through the ages
or even remembered by more than a few.

I seek no greater affluence,
I do not desire that my name be known
as a merchant's, a rich man's,
hopefully just comfortably well-off.

I seek no pile of women,
I do not desire that my name be screamed
in the throes of passion
by ones who shall forget it thereafter.

I seek no store of power,
I do not desire that my name be heralded
as one of influence on others,
on anything much more than my own life.

The one thing I seek is companionship;
I do desire that my name be shared
with one to talk to and be near,
one to walk the winding ways of this world with me.

What does that take?
To find happiness with my other,
and to keep the fire alive?
What must I do?

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The evils of war

Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter

Then they go to school 
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one

Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power

Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend

Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity

Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies

I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way

Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function

Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi

North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere

The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass

Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem 
I can’t help it but shed a tear

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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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buttons at your feet

Buttons  buttons  everywhere
Just you stop and consider
No elastic in the olden days
And zips not in use either

Lets start at your feet

We have buttons on your shoes
A button hook was useful
Your panties had no elastic
So was buttons that kept you modest
From there we go to your bodice
Where you will find buttons by the score
A lady’s maid was employed
To sort them  could take an hour
Then it is your skirt buttons
So many buttons some doing work
Others for decoration only
Making you feel and look good
Your blouse wont be outdone
With buttons on the sleeves
And tiny tiny ones down the front
When opened what  a relief

Can you imagine the frustration
Of those buttons when on heat
No wonder in the fiction books
Clothes were ripped off 
Landing at your feet


Continuing welsh lesson

In Wales the name for button is botwm            (butoom)
But if you say botymau  It means button hole.     (but  er maw)
As a child my name for button was oompna  lol  think it’s harder than botwm


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IT WAS MY RESURRECTION TOO: (part 2) just sit on it

Mary Magdeline and Mary the mother of Jesus the Christ
went to the tomb was Jesus was laid after the sacrifice
it was a risky venture but they felt a powerful need
to go forth to give Jesus a proper burial with God-speed

the Roman soldiers were standing about to guard the grave site
so that none could steal the body of Jesus in the still of the night
but when both Marys reached the tomb they saw that the stone had been rolled away
and sitting upon it was an Angel of the Lord and to them It did say
wearing raiment white as snow It said to them "to have no fear"
for the One you seek has arisen and His body is no longer here

no longer was Jesus in that tomb which was His enemies' place of defeat
no stone blocking the entrance that would have made His destruction complete
Jesus would not be shut in nor His people to be shut out
an Angel of the Lord sitting on that stone which had cried out

in order to demonstrate dominion over anything in this life
you need to just sit on it and then claim it in the name of Christ
to eradicate the pain, to exterminate the anger, to eliminate the bitterness
to extinguish the hate we need to sit on it in the name of righteousness
so put all those negative things in life under your feet
dominion over all of it the next phase to go out and meet

it was my resurrection too on that day when Jesus arose
it was my resurrection too on that day it was Him I chose
His resurrection power now resides inside of me
His resurrection power has secured my destiny
arisen from the dead and now sitting at the right hand of God
dominion over everything with a righteousness of heart

God rolling away the stones in my life that have tried to hinder and defeat
God rolling away the obstacles in preparation for my journey to be complete
it was my resurrection too, a new life I have been given
it was my resurrection too and by the power of His blood I'm now driven
God rolling away the stones and all those negative things in my life
just sitting on them with dominion and the blessings of my Lord Jesus Christ

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Be precious my man by doing good to all
My name is nothing  and his name  is too
My palace and his hut will go in to deep
His wife and my son will become old 
They will die and be buried on a day
In between what for all these
We are the end of the globe
The skies and seas are immortal  as our poverty and death
My face and his hair will be shrunk 
As air less balloon  at our end
Mountains will be a pit and pits will raise as peak
Waste will go to the peak and a
Precious will be in a bin 
Though they were at peak and bin
Waste is waste and precious is precious
Be precious my man by doing good to all

Details | Pastoral | |

The Journey

The Journey:

This journey has many obstacles, and bumps along the way.
Many prayers to God above we often have to say. 
Our minds lead us in some directions that are not true, 
But God is always there and loves me and you. 

God will direct our paths along the way, 
If, we will just listen to His word and what it has to say.
We are only human and sin many times will sneak in,
And times we must kneel and pray to God again. 

When you met the Lord, and allowed Him into your life,
He promised to help us through, and all our troubles and strife.
You must believe that you’re never alone walking with God, 
And keeping your feet planted strongly upon the sod. 

Life has a way of troubling us, and letting in a small time of fear, 
But don’t forget to call upon God – and He can wipe away the tears.
Nothing is to big, or small for our wonderful God above, 
He even laid His life down for us – all because of love. 

So when life seems to crash, and darkness is all around, 
Call upon our Lords name and stand upon your ground. 
He can wipe away all the tears, and calm our every fear, 
For when you call upon His name He will always listen, He will always hear. 

You’re never alone – when you walk with God and prayer to Him each day, 
For all our debts in sin, He has taken care of – and with His life did pay.
So matter what things may look like, and how hard they may be, 
God will take care of us – and love for you and me. 

Do not be discouraged; do not let your storm settle in your heart, 
For God has promised to walk, and run the race in each and every part.
He lights our path, and directs our lives from the word we read, 
And our prayers we grow each day as though a planting of the seed.

So when life seems to crash and darkness is all around, 
Call upon our Lords name and stand upon your ground. 
He can wipe away all the tears, and calm our every fear, 
For when you call upon His name He will always listen, He will always hear. 

By: Wendell L Mays 

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My Name

  My Name

Everyday it’s just the same,
Someone yelling out my name,
In a conversation, a letter, a call,
With the intent of driving me up a wall.
Jeff said this, Jeff said that,
My name is smeared in no time flat.
Some days I think, I’ll just change my name,
Hide out on some distant plain.
Answer only when spoken to,
Yeah, I think what’s what I’ll do.
But on the other hand, would that really work?
When the people yelling will constantly lurk,
I guess I’m doomed to this life of fame,
Just a player in the management game.
I guess my name will continue to be used,
Will continue to be abused.
I should smile and bear it like I should,
Like any good employer would.

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A Night Of Demons -inceptum-

(Note: This is the introduction of a poem story I'm writing. This serves as the introduction to the key characters. The picture is hazy right now, but as time progresses, the characters will change from blurry images to distinct portraits. Will they live? Will they die? Only time will tell....)

A Night Of Demons -inceptum- 1 A little child looks up at the sky, And sees the moon. A buzzing fills the air, So she pulls out her cell phone. A message awaits: You are going to die. She's an innocent girl in a world full of demons. Her name is Alice, and she's afraid. 2 The bus makes its last stop on the corner of Brambleton. A tired young man stands up, and almost falls. He notices words etched into the seat: You are going to die. He's just a simple man in a world full of demons. His name is Hank, and he's afraid. 3 The last of the dishes are put away, and she collapses to the floor. Her back is acting up once more. She notices a flash card, and there is something written: You are going to die. She's just a motherly housewife in a world full of demons. Her name is Ashley, and she's afraid. 4 Music blares in a pair of headphones, and a boy rides a skateboard across a busy intersection. He narrowly avoids getting hit. As he falls, a billboard catches his eye. He notices large yellow words: You are going to die. He's just a high school student in a world full of demons. His name is Darnell, and he's afraid. 5 The final boss in a long Japanese RPG awaits, and at long last he'll finish off the 100 hour game. If only he could avoid the instant death magic, maybe he wouldn't get a Game Over. But he can't, and the game flashes the following message: You are going to die. He's just a video gamer in a world full of demons. His name is Jack, and he's afraid. 6 The world is slowly falling apart Most simply do not notice a shadow watching the night. A foul wind whispers in the Shadow's ear the message of a demon: They are going to die. It's just a sinister shadow in a world full of demons. It goes by Joker, and it's not afraid.

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Ode of Rain and Veil

She’s the princess of the world of silence.
Existing outside our normal human touch,
She sees every good, bad, deed we do.
She passes no judgment, just perseverance.
Realizing this world has choice, as such.
Caring not what we decide, or even a clue.
Her soul was guided by plain experience.
Her mind unrivaled, and new very much,
Her name, Rain; with eyes of light blue,
Lips that glimmered, true, effervescence,
Her name was given from her first touch.
Upon the day she was born, it came anew.
Christening with name in natures balance,
Her destiny preordained in gentle touch.
Who would win her heart, capturing dew?
Dew, one of her two faithful acquaintances,
They chatted in a language, Double Dutch.
Mist, the second, now you know of the two.
Stallions, white twins, with no ambivalence,
Only she could speak, hear, revealing crutch.
No other could tell differences in her crew.
One to be her prince in adoring excellence,
Must win confidence of dew in his touch,
No mistake, no second chance for woo.
Many have tried to no avail in adolescence.
Only one pauper’s son left to offer such.
One chance to know, to choose right skew,
His mind, unconsciously knew adherence.
When he prepared his choice, a quick clutch,
His choices correct, all others they bid adieu.
Her companion was chosen, forever attendance.
He rode mist, she road dew, in blissful touch
His heart and soul was, sincere, more than true
Princess and pauper together, rode into silence.
Peace prevailed in their land, never violence.
Princess Rain, now Prince Veil road in balance.

Written for

Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Rain, The Story 
Written by cecil Hickman

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Our Kids

I notice you like detective stories

He says yes I do
I find the interest of the chase
and the conclusion of the clue
I enjoy the twist and turns
and the turmoil of the hero
and if he get his winnings or-

Shoosh, I tell him
I already got the point
I was just thinking of a name
to give our future little boy

He stares at me and smiles
O ja?
And what does me liking detective stories
have to do with naming our future son?

Cause I would like to get something that you like
and put it into something that you'll love

as long that it's not sherlock or holmes
I think it'll do just fine

I laugh and told him don't be silly
You know I'm not that smart
I thought it would be nice
If first be it may a boy
First name Case
middle name Irwin
And...we have to do something about your last name

He gives a smirk
and pulls on my shirt
well what about a girl name?

And don't even bother
Mister future father
but her name has already been given

O ja? he says

O ja indeed
Her name will be Jazzlyn middle name Youth
...and your last name I'm sure won't be given...
O another thing Case will be spelled with a K
so his abbreviated name will be K.I.D!

He pummels me down
and I laugh without sound
and says to me:
Whatever name you give them
I'm sure that we'll love our kids!

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Sleeping Angel

I lay my head down on my pillows, I’m fussy, I have four just for comfort,
Three hours later and it’s four o’clock, again I’m unable to sleep,
I look at my partner and see her in slumber so sweet,
Then I have an idea.

I stare at her and smile for I never noticed the way her eyes twitch,
I’m intrigued to know more about this creature of utmost beauty and perfection,
So I listen to her dreams, she mumbles the name of another man,
But I don’t worry for I know of this man, it’s a name we have discussed
In previous times, the name I would give to my Son if ever I am blessed
With such a gift, But this also brings great sadness to me as well for I know
That this is a gift she is not able to bless me with.
I watch as the tears role down her face, I hold  her in my embrace,
Then as I lick the tears from her cheeks, I softly kiss her eyes, 
As she smiles a smile of Angels she reaches out and holds me tight,
I feel her warm breath on my neck and as she breaths heavily in my ear
I feel the chills run down my spine and again I watch her sleep.

She’s running, not from but to, to what I do not know, I slip into the 
Image of her mind and I find peace and pain, I want to help, to tell her how much
I love her but all I can do is watch for interference is not an option,
I see her scream and cry as she witnesses the death and loss of a person
Who she holds dearer in her heart than even myself, and with great reason,
I cry as I watch her struggle through life with the absents of love, 
And as I see the use and abuse she has suffered, I fall to my knees and think,
After all of this how can I possibly make a difference in her life now?
And I cry streams of endless tears.

I watch her as she opens her eyes, she knows not of what has a been saw this night,
I try to talk as I wipe the tears from my eyes, to say words, to comfort her in some way,
She looks towards me and asks  the reason for my tears, I tell her not for she has already
Endured pain this night, I tell her I had a bad dream, then she gives me a hug,
Gently kisses me on the lips an says with the voice of an Angel,
“I love you”.

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life time

There is a life time.
A life time to be here.
there is a life time,
to come forward.
It is important to come forward.
who do you think?
going to take your place.
you know!
I have no name!
I have nothing to prove!
I don't have a name.
My name is nothing.
There are no name.
a name meaning nothing,
I don't want,
I don't care!
I don't have a life.
I have nothing!
But something deep in me,
it cannot be taken.
there are no meaning.

My life come to nothing.
What is the most important?
who do you think?
why is my life not good?
is it something?
what is the most?
where am I?
i don't know!
because they don't care about me.

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Can anyone or should they say anything about loves effect.
Only one issue I feel is important, that they are both adults.
Undeniably love knows no bounds, or even any sect.
Granted in the bible, they chose younger women with respect.
Age is just a factor, when it comes to loves depth of realism.
Reason, whether be older men or women, having no schism.

Each day that passes unhappiness rages, in relationships of close age.
Forever love is in the heart and soul; it really has no classic cage.
Forever love is even rarer these days, than ever before.
Every soul has a soul mate, this I do believe with Heavens score.
Craving the closeness and touching of spirits bound, with true tenderness.
Taking to name this the cougar effect, is lending thoughts that are lecherous.

written by

Cecil Hickman

written for

Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta 
Contest Name Cougar Effect 

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Mr. Caine

Mr. Caine is a name that everyone knows,
He really doesn't care if you're young or old.
Your discriminatory actions don't apply.
All I know is that he will get you high!
They say that one is too many and a thousand is not enough.
Mr. Caine has broken down the toughest of the tough!!
So when you see Mr. Caine, stay out of his way.
There aren't too many that have and were left here to stay.
First name Co, last name Caine.
There are many that know him, yet only few remain!!

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The Lovely Name of Jesus

The Lovely Name Of Jesus!

There’s a lovely name of Jesus that I know!
It brings strength and healing to my soul!

There’s a wonderful love that’s expressed!
Because of Jesus, I am graciously blessed!

There’s a peace that I cannot find elsewhere!
It’s in Jesus name!  His presence is everywhere!

There’s grace and mercy that Jesus extends!
It has brought hope and peace deep within!

This same Jesus can do the same for YOU!
Whatever you face!  Or what you’re
 going through!

Why not reach out and call on his name?
Right now…  Your life can be
 100% changed!

Jesus’ name can change you throughout!
He is God!  And this is what he’s all about!

By Jim Pemberton

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Waiting for a coffee

I look at my watch and sigh
Want the time to go quickly by
Want to get up out of my bed
Tired of lying here instead

Been awake since half past three
Played some games had a read
Wishing i was at home
To the kitchen i would roam

Kettle on, coffee made
Maybe some toast and marmalade
Paper and pen at the ready
Another poem to write today?

Instead  am visiting, so i stay
In my bedroom more games to play
Listening for the rattle of a cup
Thats the signal to get up.

I smile and say "good morning all"
Did  i hear my name you call
Was waiting for the "breakfast "shout
Then I will dress and go out

To the shops. I must go
Buy something to halt the thirst
Of early morning wake ups 
A bedside kettle tray is first

Then something nice that they collect
Some pottery will do
The name i know they particularly like
Is anything by Lladro

So back i go with presents wrapped
To where I love to stay
They loved the  Lladro
Myself the breakfast tray

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The Passionate Souper to the Soup

Come load that page just one more time,
and let me read just one more rhyme
Take me to worlds unfamiliar,
the land of peace, the land of cougars
Let me savor the soup longer,
then I’ll shut down my computer
but then again before I do that,
let me read that post by S K A T
Inspire me again to write
through your contests, let me see light
I promise you I will not fret
if an HM I won’t get
But do put me in that hot list,
or my screen shall meet my fist
that would hurt, please do believe me
just ask the ER—stitches: twenty

** June 1, 2010--inspired by Dr. Ram's Parody contest--but I was too late to enter it
:(--anyhow, I hope dear S K A T doesn't mind that I used her name here, hers was the
perfect name to rhyme with "that" :) thanks!!

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my comfortable fear

welcome my son I've known you so long
your bright morning peace theology song
I've know you in birth, in hope of a  year
i held you a child and old in your fear
welcome, invite your innocent pain
let me seduce the love of your vein
my child my son no earth could reduce
your peace, it from, untangle youth
I've know you so long, in this i have pride
always mine, your invincible side
for me it was food when you were so weak
my words were the years waiting to speak   
breath my child, breath, let me taste
the spirit of life, and life of the haste
welcome, endure what i will contain
a meaningful birth and thoughts of the rain
my son, my heart, i knew you so well
death is my name and life is the spell
welcome my pardon, sleep in the dead
peaceful the night we lay in my bed
when all that is thought,  pondered upon
becomes what you are,  solid a song
to sing for a moment, it must be so right
darkness of morning, morning of night
then, my son, you limited breath
your ripe and conceive the flower of death
my name and soul, i wish you the same
cold in your flesh , peace,  i  contain
no skin, though a point, famous in name
for passion witch I  live and will claim
regard me as not, elusive, a dream
I am a truth, as hope is a scheme  
touch me and feel the power of day
skates and school, red marmalade 
I'm  life,  death,  all in the same
I bring you forth, in memory's fame
so resist, fuss, turn in your grave
deny me the fuel to jest and behave
as I must, my son, my dear
simply entrust, my comfortable fear.

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I remember being a young girl 
Wanting to fit in 
Thinking pounds of makeup would make me pretty
So unsure of myself
With no self-esteem 
I had no clue 
That just being me 
Was more than enough
It was 


Wanting so bad to fit in 
I let myself believe that going by a different name
Would make me pretty
And make people want to be around me
So first I went by Gina, 
Then I changed the spelling to Gena 
Then to Jeanna 
Not realizing that no one really cares how it is spelled
And no matter what 
My real name is enough 
It is 

As I grew up 
I began to learn 
Isn’t about quantity
It’s more about quality
It was a lesson I had to learn on my own
Through a lot of abuse 
Being used most of the time
Yet among the users and abusers 
Without realizing it there was a few 
Who were true 
With them though it wasn’t about the makeup
The hair or the name 
It was about me 
The real me 
And from them and my family 
I learned that 
Just being my self is 


So Gina, Gena and Jeanna well they are gone
It’s Jean now 
And I am proud of that 
I am proud of who I am 
And even if I don’t have an army of friends 
The ones I do have 
I am happy to have because for the first time 
I can honestly say 
They are true friends 
Who like me for me
And that right there 
Is more than good it is


So now the makeup is minimal 
Just enough to enhance the beauty that is already there
I wear my hair however I like 
I don’t worry about fitting in 
I believe that if it is meant to be then 
It will be because I am being me
Not the person I used to think everyone wanted me to be
Now I know that 
While the fake me yeah she was pretty
Where the real me is more 
Because I am 


By: Jean Bonella Shular

Here is to being who you are and loving it. Not letting anyone tell you who you 
should be. Here is to being Beautiful.

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The drunkenpen reality

We are equal in blood and fleshed
Equal like sun and moon,like may or june
We are equal like hands connected in the sky
equally fly in the sky equal birds fly by in the infinite equal painted image, on canvas,we are the same,no one has a higher or supreme name only the blood of jesus can bare that name so tell me your name or tell me again, why do your think different  in our equal flesh  who are you to judge the fence standing tall or short who are you to judge a  color black or white,ok and if sooo then tell me your judgement of day and night and then tell me the difrence of black and white I bet you would tell me: OH ok  I appoligze yourr wright were equal were equal humans walking separated paths don't judge me yet untill the lord judges us we are equal inflesh and blood

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People around the world
Are smoking marijuana
Just like a coconut tree
Is god’s gift to nature?

But some men with power
They gone and make it illegal
When every one knows
The real problem is alcohol

Since the beginning of time
The tribes would come together
And they smoke the hemp
To make peace with one another

It’s a gift to mankind
Just Like the grass in your yard
Now they arrest you for this?
I think the world has gone mad

For some smoking marijuana
Does help focus on they studies
And its use by doctors, lawyers
And professors in universities

If you get arrest with marijuana
You will get a record for life
But some can walk in a store
Buy alcohol and drink and drive

It has so many different verities
Of alcohols in the store
But still they say we can’t 
Pick an herb and smoke no more

The tree of life grows by the river
Says the book of revelations
And the leaves of the tree 
Is the healing of the nations?

Marijuana cures much illness
It’s a healing remedy
But some use it to get stone
And that’s not the way it should be

These people are crazy today
They even abuse regular medication
So you can’t class them with others
Who use it for healing and meditation?

It has a name for the stoners
And its simple they’re abusers
And the name of others
Well they’re the real users

People are getting obese
By the fast foods of today
Yet it’s completely legal
To sit down and eat you life away

Cigarette is very dangerous
But the powerful like to smoke
When every day you see on TV
It cause cancer and leads to stroke

So if I want to smoke a joint
In the private comfort of my home
Then you should make it legal
And just leave me to hell alone

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Untitled number:64

He stands Army strong in his big combat boots.

He's makin a name and defending his roots.

To set him off would be your regret.

An enemies name he won't forget.

Gentle with a woman and strong with his words.

He won't back down until he knows he's been heard.

For a good cause he stands firm and tall.

Loyal to his friends...he's the guy to call.

To him man...

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My Name

My name may not be special, and it may be very plain,
It may be John or Mary, it may be Mike or Jane.
But I know a name that’s sweeter than any name on earth,
And this is that great season we celebrate His birth.
One day a special angel named Gabriel came to say
Unto a virgin woman, “You’ll have a son some day,
And you will call Him Jesus, for He will come this way
To save all of His people from sin and sad dismay.”
That night there in a stable this precious child was born,
And now we celebrate it on every Christmas morn.
His name is far more precious than any name before
For unto you was born then the Savior, Christ, the Lord.
One day He died on Calvary His blood to shed for me,
To give mankind salvation abundant and so free.
I bowed in prayer to trust Him, forgive me from my sin,
He wrote my name in heaven, a new life did begin.
So now this Savior Jesus is the sweetest name I know,
He knows my name in heaven where some day I will go.
If YOU don’t know this Savior, He calls from heaven above,
“Trust My name for salvation, receive My gift of love.”
And when you do, He’ll give you eternal life so free,
And write YOUR name in heaven, forever there to be!

Written for our children's Christmas program at church, 2011

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Drowning with Imagery

The one holding me in comfort
is the one that isn't there.
the one passing by me
couldn't give a damn.
I have felt someone in me,
but is only the ghost of the mind.
the figure of reality
that no one will see in me.

I have no need for these tricks.
What ever happens to me,
please take the heart of mine.

Beaten down to the core,
holding the treasure of the soul.
I have reached so far with you in hand,
as my knight with nothing viable,
but a picture cradled with care.

The pain I have felt of being alone,
wasn't always felt right here.
the shadows pass right by me,
and I don't care.
The man that held my hand,
is the haunting that I need.
the person with a voice.

I give name to a man,
farthest away from me.
You are one that holds me
(heart with hand).

With the thought of this,
haven't I just fought life alone?
Or have I just hid behind ?
my spiritual soldier that has a name,
a name without any meaning.

You are the god, you are the sin.
you are my guard within.
as I fall into my fate of reliance
I have nothing but hated independence.
If you all take this man away,
will I see the light on the other side?
Or that image of faith will be left behind.
Where is my heart and hand now?

Has my life been lived under the rocks,
will this feeling ever stop?
May I have a knight,
with that name tonight?
Has my thoughts been swallowed up
by the visage of you?
As will I get up and walk the path alone
maybe stay here and fall alone.

As now I have been found,
I have drowned in with you,
with the framed picture next to me.

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The Masters Hand

My creditors surround me like a sea, the wave’s crash upon me so fierce I can hardly 
breathe. I feel so a lone, I know that it is my flesh that speaks. For I know in God alone that 
he supplies all my needs. He becomes all things to me.  No matter how rough the path may 
be, my strength is in the Master‘s hand that He has lent to me. 
 For as it was once said so long ago…. The Lord is my shepherd; my provider and strength. I 
shall not want; nor lack for need. He maketh me to lie in green pastures; He gives a pleasant 
place to call my home. He leadeth me beside still waters, as He guides me peacefully, 
through this journey of life alone. He restoreth my soul; as He brings me back each day 
renew. He leadeth me in the path of righteousness for His name sake; as He drives me forth 
in the right path, His name becomes engraved in the every essence of my being. Though I 
walk through the valley of the shadow of death; I will fear no evil, even though my life may 
be carry to the brink of death, For you Oh God, is with me. Thy rod and thy staff they 
comfort me; Your scepter is my authority; your staff is my support, my peace in you I find. 
Thou prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You Oh Lord places a 
strong hold over the attacks that come against me You spreads it out on a table arrayed in 
Victories.  You oh Lord anointest my head with oil as my cup runneth over; as you place me 
in time and satisfy my soul with a rich fragrance and beauty unknown. Surely goodness and 
mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; from the mountain top to the valley through the 
good times and bad, My path will He light, with His favor and kindness of His love.  I will dwell 
in the house of the Lord forever, and, forever in the Masters hands.

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Jesus is Trump

What you need in your life you will find at Jesus tomb
There you will find the stone has been removed
He did not have to move the stone so that He could get out
But so that we could see inside the tomb and look about

They supposed He was the gardener that Easter morning
They looked and saw the stone removed, in their mourning
Why do you seek for the living in a tomb among the dead?
He is not here as you suppose, He is risen, just like He said

Why do you search among the dead and expect to find life
As if you expect to find light in the darkness of night
You won’t find life in drugs, jobs, sex, or in your looks
By attending church on Sundays or in self help books

See your life as a game of cards, and you have a bad hand
Use the empty tomb as your wild card, and you’ll understand
Jesus name is I AM your hope: I AM your trump over sin
I AM the truth and the life: I AM all that you need to win

Why do you search for what gives you life among the dead
Christ is your life, your living water and your daily bread
In Jesus name loose yourself from every death tie that binds
And give your life to Him as water and He will make it wine

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Please understand what I have to say,
for I would give all to be as Homer;
my writing become part of a great over-lay
for some Peisistratus to later recover.
Yes, in those imagined, far-future ages,
my name would have long-since been lost;
but, to think, my words amongst those pages;
my perceptions would have escaped Fate's cost!
My God, my observations being templated
amongst the gathered truths of our time,
even after my ashes have deteriorated,
they'll continue as part of an eternal rhyme.
I'm now willing to give it up and embrace it,
since my life's spent chasing my own doom,
I accept that, like no one, meager candle lit
can forever light the fullness of, even, one room;
no one, single poet's work can hope to truly
enlighten the beauty of any entire era.
I yearn my gift be set in the stars, a wedding tiara;
no longer desiring the twin role of mother and father
to my own impossibly virtuous daughter;
I'm made to think of Keats, and I remember,
his final wish was his name be writ in water.

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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

That was the year that Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with  no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed or even talked

And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly.

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.

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The Journey

The Journey:

This journey has many obstacles, and bumps along the way.
Many prayers to God above we often have to say. 
Our minds lead us in some directions that are not true, 
But God is always there and loves me and you. 

God will direct our paths along the way, 
If, we will just listen to His word and what it has to say.
We are only human and sin many times will sneak in,
And times we must kneel and pray to God again. 

When you met the Lord, and allowed Him into your life,
He promised to help us through, and all our troubles and strife.
You must believe that you’re never alone walking with God, 
And keeping your feet planted strongly upon the sod. 

Life has a way of troubling us, and letting in a small time of fear, 
But don’t forget to call upon God – and He can wipe away the tears.
Nothing is to big, or small for our wonderful God above, 
He even laid His life down for us – all because of love. 

So when life seems to crash, and darkness is all around, 
Call upon our Lords name and stand upon your ground. 
He can wipe away all the tears, and calm our every fear, 
For when you call upon His name He will always listen, He will always hear. 

You’re never alone – when you walk with God and prayer to Him each day, 
For all our debts in sin, He has taken care of – and with His life did pay.
So matter what things may look like, and how hard they may be, 
God will take care of us – and love for you and me. 

Do not be discouraged; do not let your storm settle in your heart, 
For God has promised to walk, and run the race in each and every part.
He lights our path, and directs our lives from the word we read, 
And our prayers we grow each day as though a planting of the seed.

So when life seems to crash and darkness is all around, 
Call upon our Lords name and stand upon your ground. 
He can wipe away all the tears, and calm our every fear, 
For when you call upon His name He will always listen, He will always hear. 

By: Wendell L Mays 

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The theme is quite difficult,
might be time to catapult
but wait...

Every noun has its day
High-heeled or feng-shui
Athletic, prosthetic, flip-floppy

Misty, my darling
your toenails a-sparkling
rise up, dodge that train, walk away.


My name is Nancy
The name of the contest is "In the Afterglow"

thanks, nette, for the inspiration!

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Humanities Mark

A person named Jeannie she is angry at the world.
All her life each day, all she done was quarreled.
Another one I met, all she does is sit and bets.
Spending all her time and money, which she gets,

I watch all human movements, varied are they?
Some twirl their hands, some shake leg in dismay.
I know a man so afraid, that he tells the same stories.
Thinking he won’t be liked, without daily allegories.

Another man speaks of conquests of women of life.
However, he never talks about ever having any wife.
Then there is this scared woman, who I know is abused.
Hiding her fear, furtive bruises seen, she keeps all amused.

I see daughters picking boyfriends, same as abusive dad.
Just to look normal, they allow them in, to share a pad.
Then, assertive ones who think they can destroy any mobs.
But in reality, they are disorderly; homes are kept like slobs.

I have also noticed if a mom is disorderly, mildly unclean.
Their daughters are immaculate, there’s no dirt to be seen.
There may be some who have dyslexia, though not so un-smart.
Can learn much greatness with patience, never challenging start,

Prissy women who look to be wealthy and have a great style,
This is usually only a show; they drink much, secretly for a while.
Macho men, parading about as if they have it made and have it all,
Are only masquerading for themselves, others know what is saw.

A man or woman who is confident in who they are, what to show.
Stands back and watches, earns name quiet, shy, but they really know.
Do they really know or have they been put down, stomped on, so bad.
Throughout life, accepting all changes, playing only game they’ve had.

Written for

Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Not As it Seems 

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Alas for the sun which kisses my hand upon bended knee, 
Today he blesses me and 
Whispers my chosen name.


Who among the common knew that ice could burn so brightly.
Or that water could fit so very nicely with
Today I am the world, its contents my game.


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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.

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Brotherhood of the Blank

Hi, how are you, my name is blank to your sight just another passer-bye,
Nice to meet you, others of your gentle gender call me Mr. Blank,
Since to you all my name matters not nor the tears I cry,
Apparently an odor insidious I exude therefore I must conclude by my tumultuous stank ,

Forgive us, those of the blank kind, as we shuffle along,
Our self-imposed martyrdom seeming only by this the attention we might receive,
Your kith and kin's secondary stare, giving us that look all are wrong,
Thanks for the pretense of a moment thought we finally in her we could believe,

Empty were our blank hands, to your kind we reached out to,
With your venomous dejection our fodder the callous rejection and dismay,
Our shoes sullied, the laces untied, the wounds uncovered, introduced to agonies anew,
Farcical the hopes fraying the breaking ropes with one empty hand you returned 
back to us two blank again the dullest day,

Our blank desires that us you would want more than just in what our wallets contained,
The mistakes turned our once hopeful hearts blank back to the game of waiting for not,
Nothing and none perhaps if ourselves perfect we could clone an Adonis with no blemish or 
Hair so thick, muscles of flexion a perfect complexion easy on the eyes for all you gold 
diggers a worthy price bought,

To the blank left turn we thought could escape your promises broken,
Your happiness thought we could obtain by sacrifice and time,
You first before us of the Brotherhood of the Blank only requirement to join is upon 
rejection's tears in which your dreams destroyed and stolen,
Us the slime you all have, are, and will be making us feel no vindication possible  
or paroles release from this cultural crime,

Either right, straight, up or down did the blank ones leave,
Trod they tried a history they could no longer defy back to the shadow's grave,
Metaphorical and deplorable this Brotherhood none may find any reprieve,
The power of pain and the agony of shame no Mrs. for this Mr. Blank to hold from life's 
languid game she desires not him to save.

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Every line not just the bus the cafeteria at least in the lesser smaller rules would 
have a line and must produce the TICKET to get the product eye can sense it 
does not matter now ewe eye has glazed and interest has wandered back to the 
television or the window even oh please ewe pay attention. A stub of counterfit 
will not benifit the lame or halt or worried for there gender there they must have 
the goods in hand the concrete tender the dough rey mee the stuff that makes 
mens greed the money. After carefull consideration of the facts it takes the 
monkey on his back to make the money that he needs to carry greed to pinnacle 
mountains on his overactive garden of imagination he is ON the MARK he is 
Standing Toe to Toe with JOE and active in his quest and merciless at rest he 
makes his way down the line with TICKET in his hand no matter if its milk or 
meat or love or final resting place. Who is that on that cactus patch does it rally 
matter MOE his name was JOE they ALL was JOE he could have went on down 
the road but stayed to die in cactus OH what was his name it never matters to a 
martyer his spirit fled when they killed his body his name is JOE. He had his 
ticket in his hand a purple flower clutched so hard he bled. He hollard out her 
name he called her Violet and then he came to knoe his GOD again this time in 
person he has his TICKET in his hand but what is left is NOT man just another 
NUMBER on the list just another burial to be placed he had his TICKET in his 
hand a violet flower he is now a man at rest. 

Jesus Freak Homeless 

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into a world of sorrow and pain it's good too know god's love will away's rain!earh,air fire and rain give life in his great name know now that this be i ask this jesus set it free and let it give life for all to see,this i ask in his great name knowing love will always rain!

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Contributing toThe Story

when I was a child I played on a baseball  team
and my name on my jersey to me was my greatest dream
but as an adult I have now come to realize
that my name on anything is to God not a prize
your name is not that important when it comes to true glory
what is important is have you contributed to God's story?

at the house of Simon the Leaper a woman of little means
made a contribution to Jesus for Him she did a good thing
however in the story it never mentions her name
but her act of kindness in the Bible will forever remain

so what have you done to in your life to be remembered ?
what have you contributed as a card carrying Christian member ?
don't be like Michael Vick who won't be remembered for his football fame
nor Eliot Spitzer a former governor where scandal is now attached to their names
what have you done to edify our Savior the Lord Jesus Christ ?
what to His Story have you contributed in your life ?

she anointed Jesus with an expensive flask of fragrant nard
an unselfish gesture towards the One she held in highest regards
the crowd became indignant with her expressive display
until Jesus instructed them to let her alone that day
a contribution to The Story she had done
a noble act towards God's only begotten Son

what have you done to contribute to Jesus' story ?
what have you done to give Him honor and glory ?
to go beyond yourself and to give back to Christ
to make a significant and important sacrifice
she anointed Him with oil in preparation for the time
when we would no longer have Jesus, the root of life's vine
she gave all she had she blessed Him with that costly nard
she gave all she had and she gave it from the heart
she contributed to The Story for in Him she truly believed
and her act of kindness will forever be received

so what have you done to give God glory ?
what have you done to add to The Story ?
have you made any gestures to help your fellow man ?
a random act of kindness or lent a helping hand
have you gone out of your way to lift up anyone ?
what  for the greater good of mankind have you done ?
have you ever reach out and pulled someone along ?
have you ever tried to make right a wrong ?
have you ever made an unselfish gesture, deed or act ?
have you ever prayed for those under spiritual attack ?
what have you contributed to God's continuous story ?
what have you done to give Him honor and glory ?
as only what you do for Christ will last and endure
what have you done to be remembered forevermore ?

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I Am Trebor

Who am I?
My name is Robert
It was given to me
I didn't choose it
It is a common name
Too common
No true identity of its own
There are a thousand thousand who share it with me
If my name were different
Not as common
Would I be different?
Could another name make me smarter
More creative?
Or better looking?
I never had the chance to find out
I was named after another
He named me after him
Hoping that maybe I would be like him
I was not like him
I could not be like him
It was always as if I saw things differently
My world was not his black and white
I observed
I questioned
I saw colors, words and rhythm in everything
I was the opposite of him
Maybe he should have named me Trebor?
Then my life, my vision, my name
Would never be shared with anyone

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My Saddest Song

In this I tale to all my tale
of the life that I’ve been through 
And if I write this tale of life
Then the tale I write be true
And if found false beyond reasonable dought
may all my name be cursed
For I tell this tale with all my word
and what left my word be worth
In truth I write in sincerest hopes 
that of it you may read
Though I pray you hold no sorrow dew
for no sorrow is due to me
The time has past that alas
my heart be lost at sea
For the tide at last has freed me of my past
my selfishness and greed
And all it left is a broken glass
that reflects my sorrow and grief 
As the fall does turn the trees to bare
upon the fall of the final leaf 
A vacant field of smoldering ash
from the casualties former flame
Is all that’s left to gaze upon
upon the battle plane
And as I lift my eyes to gaze 
and reflect on the lands fall
The coldest grievance echoes through my head
saying I could’ve stopped it all
The distant words of an old negro spiritual
begin to recite inside of me
Oh what peace we often forfeit
oh what needless things we meet
And should be should scapegoat
on what alter may our faults bare
For all this do for we do not take
everything to god in prayer
Though always I hold these words in my heart
and of them I do believe
My faith bareith not enough to trust
for my faith be incomplete
Though complete enough to sustain in you that I do believe
that you know the level of my faith therefore you won’t deliver me
And in this I bare my deepest woe
for in you my last hope lies
For the angels that were all once hear to stay
have to all my grievance died
And name the murderer who sins
name the committer of these deeds
And in that name my heart doth break
for the murderer is me
So now as I stare at the dead war grounds
of what use to be my home 
I hum the tune of the beast Jawloon 
for it be my SADDEST SONG

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Scorn Love Letter

All the years of my life you damaged me
You fail me and let me down 

I have begged to know how you truly felt
Now after what you have put me through
This far I don’t believe there’s a good side to you 
People in and out of my life spoke your name to me
The sound of it was so sweet, but I see it now
None of them should ever be allowed to release or speak of you again  

Love, I think your name has truly lost its meaning 
I witnessed all sides of you, all the highs and lows
The comforts and neglects, the pain and torture from your abuse 
The worst sounds of you 
That scorn touch that you carry 
That leaves us feeling lost 
Buried in your humiliation
Love I’ve grown to hate and despise you
I should have realized there was another side to you; 
In all your lies I found the truth
I don’t believe I kept having faith in you
Disgusted by all the pain you made me 
Suffer though I began hating to deal with day to day life at the hands of you

Ridiculed by the spite in your fight, my blistered heart runs now
Hoping I’m never caught in the sight of you  

I’m done feeling sick and lost cause of you
So over the headaches I’m storming the
Pains of you

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So much is said and done
In the name of God
For good, for evil
To give credit or blame

Who are we to use 
The name of the Holy One
God Most High
To explain our own actions
Which may be righteous
Or on the contrary
Only a deception 
Of what is truly
The will of God

Care must be taken
To avoid misrepresenting
The Creator
Judgment for idle words
Abusing one another
And God’s name
His character defamed

Lies believed brings destruction upon many
Ignorance rules in the heart of
The unredeemed, the unrenewed
Even the knowledgeable
Often lack sound judgment
But in the end
God will not be mocked 
And His truth 
Will be evident to all


Details | I do not know? | |

My Name Today and Tomorrow

My real name is Leah;
Yesterday my name was writing lyrics,
Today my name is record a CD,
Tomorrow my name will be best singer ever,
In my dreams my name is Kelly Clarkson.

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Jack Of Hearts

(This is my god damn card
Fucking sbullshit
This shit is good and shit
But fuck this.
I never, I fuck
Fuck. )

I love to grace your pages swiftly
Driving out the things that need be
Sparking thoughts of love and passion
But, jumping for the stars often ends in earth
And the flight, treasured by few
I often open my eyes in the sky and cry the morning dew
Looking at everything, Everything looking back at me
I cry the morning dew, waiting for the earth

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My Name Tag Says...

“Hello, my name is bisexual”. “What’s your name”?
Annoying name tags! 
Who do I wear this name tag for?
When throughout the day can I just snatch it off?

Never because it’s tattooed to the right side of my chest.
the way I choose my life to be isn’t the best,
Some say it’s a “sin”!
Some say it’s “selfish”!
Some say it’s “super-fresh”! 
Either way I can look forward to some good rest tonight.
How about you?

“Don’t like the same sex, 
You’re going to be marked by this the for remainder of your life…
Wait, what’s bisexual again”?

Why must I specify, what I do in my private time?
Do you know what that word means?
Cause I don’t know anymore.

“I’m tired of people not saying what they really are”!

Excuse me for keeping the conversation on the “up and up”.
As I said before, my sexuality only makes up 5% of my personality.
Did you know that I was a good person?
A law abiding citizen, 
I don’t do drugs,
And I try never to hurt anyone unless I absolutely have to...

Okay, I sound like the average serial killer.
But how many half-a fag mass murderers do you know?

I’m trying to be polite,
But it has never been that black & white!

A label,
Enabling you to feel better about being around me.

It helps you tolerate me and my sexuality,
Why 4, I’m not fornicating with you!

So what I’m unsure, (I use condoms and dental dam.)
This country has done nothing for me to yield to such rules.

You can’t even serve in the armed forces, without looking over your shoulders.
So what are you really saying to me?

Our land we love, don’t we?
Paying “F.I.C.A” is as patriotic as your going to get me to be.

Hell I’m paying for the labeling,
So you can feel comfortable.
I’m a human.
When has that ever been just black & white? 

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I sure wish that I had a tail.
High-boned cheeks and wide eyes would pale
if  I'd a wagger.

You may think me awfully vain.
Forgive me, but I'm just sayin'
looks seem to matter.


My name is Nancy Jones
The name of the contest is Tail-Rhyme Contest

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Wanting back with the only family she has known all her life. 
Wanting to go back to that night at the yogurt shop. With all the gummy bears.
New family and friends. It is alot to take in.
Two hours away from her real life with her mom.
Hopping all of it is just a big bad dream. 
All she has left is her name carter.

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Teen's Court in Section

Entered the court hall at 8:30 a.m.
Sit and Sit and nothing began.
Every name called as I patiently waited.
I was beginning to wander was his name on the slate.
He was finally called at 11:15 a.m.
The judge acknowledged mom and the charges were read.
Nathaniel tried hard to plead his case.
The judge listen closely but would not break.
“I’ve given you chances time after time.
Am I crazy or are you so blind?”
You’re going to school and not learning a thing.
Disturbing others and causing a scene.”
The public defender tried to speak up for him.
Wanted the charges drop so he could remain free.
The judge stood his ground and would not bend.
Looked at the mom and said, What should I do?
Mom help me out, I need to hear from you.
Mom spoke up -He did break the rules.
He made a mistake with the choices he made.
I can not uphold him in the wrong that he done.
He must learn from his mistakes although they were wrong.
I will agree with you Judge with the decision you made.
Nathaniel dropped his head to the ground.
He needs to learn this is his wake up call.
He will be detained thirty days in juvenile hall.
He will go to school there and bring up his grades.
Learn to make wise choices was what the judge said.

 11-30-07 took the papers back to court. Nathaniel thought he was going to come
home…Wrong….He did the he must do the time. Tough Love..It hurts but he must
learn from his mistakes.

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What if-

What if…
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

In the Garden of Eden, Adam lived while life was wrought. 
He knew God's work was taking place beyond that garden wall.
Together, he and Jehovah walked; everything was taught.
God brought first creatures formed on earth and gave Adam a call.
“Please help me.  Name each one,” said God.  That was before man's fall.

Adam, in the garden's light said, “Sure, there's so much time.”
I'll help you, Lord; I'll name them all, from over sized to small.
With this new work, his thoughts were full; and naming things was fine.
The eons passed, new creatures formed, all before man's fall.
One by one, he named them all as his light shone straight and tall.

At last our Earth was interlinked, all creatures and the man.
As soon as all that work was done, there was some time for fun.
But idle Adam all alone forgot God's greatest plan.
Although, God came, Adam was sad, creation all but done.
Jehovah did not hesitate.  None found?  Should He clone one?

God and Adam, best of friends, had both worked tirelessly?
But time had come to be a man; so God made Eve, woman.
We cannot tell how long those two lived romping, happily.
Or when God gave that first command to test immortal man. 
But as we know, the story goes; they ate and then were banned.

There are some questions one must ask and answers to invite.
If, Eve perchance had skipped the fruit, then, where would we all be?
Would we be watching earnestly with hopes that Eve would bite?
We unborn spirits that God knew, all waiting patiently?
The winners of all heaven's war who won God's fight for right?

And why did Adam, knowing God, decide to join in sin?
Did he prefer a mortal life in place of lonely days?
And if he chose the other way, then, what would be our end?
Should he have spared another rib and sent Eve on her way?
Can we say, he loved her much.  So, he choose to join sin's fray?

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What Shall He Be Called, the Bastard Who Innocently Lies Wit

Not every woman’s dream 
 	of procreation 

can be fulfilled;

not every woman dreams
	of procreation, 

her body thrilled.

But loved and lovers’ inclinations – 
not 	re-creation – 
cannot, will not be stilled.


one day

bypassed her – 

she –  unplanned –  filled
her womb with him – 

left herself swelled, ahh – 
swooned with him
inside her womb within

where unnamed seed
a named existence: But what?
	for example
from L’Engle’s Wrinkle?
	DAVID for a King
or Copper field?
	JOHN for having been begotten
DON, but not forgotten?
	BILL, for Will that Shakespeare geek?
or anything from A      to        ZEKE?

AHHH, “But what’s in a name,”
said Juliet to her Romeo, 
as they wooed before they wed, 
then lived too fast, a mortal blow
by Fate, so Willy said.

But HE and SHE should have a say,
together name the child
meaningful – not wild –
a name for life
from birth through final day.

SHE lay alone by night
		and more alone by day
			since “Daddy” went away;
		she wouldn’t play
his childish show of might

as in: Stay?  I might!
Good Night!

He left with stormy words
and even louder silence
whose echoes shake the very walls
within where 
is growing
no one knowing
what to call him yet.
No names are set.

Twelve weeks are gone
and Baby what’s-his-name
still asking (in his silent way)
“What’s my name, Mommy?
Don’t you have a clue?
  I need a name, my Mommy, dear.
It’s up to me and you 
since Daddy’s gone, I hear,”

	She  heard his voice 
through pumping 
of his little heart
with hers
offering his private choice
a conversation of love
two ways instead of three,
the father gone 
and he inside, said she.

The trochee beat, TRO chee, TRO chee
kept repeating
kept repeating
kept repeating
till the trochee names appeared
by all the saints with Michael in the lead,
her father smiling, his name upon her seed.

Today she lies contemplative
no heartbeat more than hers – inside – 
no breath than hers to breathe the same – 
not since the night the child died
before the coming of the morn – 
the dawn of day he should be born – 
and none on whom to cast the blame.

A quiet muse just pens the words
the rhythm of the tone that girds
the spirit of sweet Michael’s name.
In life or death he is the same:
before he lived, his life was done
though lives he still, her darling son,
for evermore in memory
in poetry eternally.

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new baby

this is a true story just so everyone knows hes my nephew from doris.

           he was born in saint joe's hospital.
             he was born at 2:10 am.
           born march 25 2008 wich seems to be the day im writing this poem.
          he weighs 8 pounds and 1 ounce.
         he is very cute.
        he's got some big feet but his feet are cute.
         he is doris lee's nephew.

i wrote this poem becaouse i just went to see him just got home an hour ago so i 
thought i would right a poem about him becouse im onley nine and he's my 
nephew i just love him so much i would write in this poem his name but i dont 
really no how becouse his name has different ways to spelling his name.

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Writing on the bathroom walls

    Writing on the bathroom
     Their names scribbled 
      A thousands of times
   Cause these girls want  
     to give up their treasure
      For some quick pleasure
    But don't think the girls won't talk
        Cause they will 
      Being here 
    Sitting in this room
   Being a part of the girls who talk
     Makes me feel mixed up 
    Cause their is nothing wrong
      With sex or giving it up
      It's your choice
     But have some respect
       for yourself
       One two many guys
   and it starts to have a different 
        Look,smell,and name  
       Before it  was just about giving it up
         to the guy she loved 
         Now she's giving it up
           to his friends and strangers
             Come on girls 
         Your name is all over the walls
             and you could care less
               You know girls are gonna talk
                At least be discreet about ya S.H.I.T
              You wanna get it on 
              Don't let anyone else catch on 
                It's your Porrogative
                Be a closet freak
                Don't open the closet
                So everyone can see? 
                Cause I truly don't like 
              to be the girl to talk about you
                It's just when you display it 
                  like a concert that everyone can get tickets for
                  What do you expect? 
                   Clean bathroom walls and stalls  
                      Come on?  

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Another pointless thought

People say they are here to help
People say they dont judge
People say they not here for fame
but people lie
look around it's all a lie
how much help you get 
depend on the color of your skin
where you from
or what languge you speak
they judge you with the way you look 
the way you dress 
the way you talk
Fame is everywhere you go
people kill just to get fame
so someone can know their name 
people sang 
so they can leave their mark
people dance 
so there is something to fight over 
which move is better 
people come up with the most dumb stuff they can do that can hurt them or take they life
like jumping off a building with a skateboard 
just so someone can know their name 
what is really the point 
because everyone get their 30 sec of fame
that not enough
but you dont see you get it even if you not trying to
its call life or death 
just some pointless thought

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sweet diseption

i see a smile on ur face but i kno whats really there 
only sorrow and pain that fills the air 
you breath in the pain suck it deep inside yourself 
but you choke on what you taste the sweet diseption of hate
the pain inside it seeps into my vains threatening my every breath
 weakening my every step 
far and far and far away i see what you dont see 
my god yes i hear the voices calling me 
screaming name calling out for me reaching scratching 
at what i only wish you could see
sweet diseption calling my name sweet diseseption its all but a game

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Your name is in my heart now
Engraved with steely blood.

No way you'll be forgotten
Unless life takes me away.

But then we'll be together
And your name will be said aloud.

To make me happy
Instead of sad.

I can talk to you
Instead of about you.

I can give you a hug
Instead of wishing I could.

I can tell you I love you
Instead of praying it to you.

That simple name in my heart
It will take me places.

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Insanity of the Dale Kind

I awoke to the smell of blood, Wondering what he got me into, This time around, After what he did to my parents, I could never forgive him. Couldn't believe my parents are dead, The fire took it all, And he was the one that did it, With that menacing smile, Painted across his face, Like a big stupid red grin. I'm not sure why he appeared, But I always knew he was close by, I guess I forgot to mention, The name of my psychotic friend, His name is Dale. I started to believe that I was him, But ever since that day I was locked away, He became more real by the day, As my sanity was draining, His personality changed, And now I'm in the middle of nowhere, Covered in blood. How did I escape from the asylum?, What atrocities did Dale commit?, Whose blood stains my clothes?, And where has he ran off to? Only questions run through my head, And no Dale around to answer them, I look around and see bodies, Laying face up in a pool of blood, More victims of Dale. It seems his strength is growing, And he is aware of me being weak, He could take over at anytime, And I'm not strong enough to stop him. As I move my eyes towards the hills, I see his menacing smile, And what appears to be a chainsaw, That dangles from his hand, I run over to him, Staring into those empty eyes, Hating him for what he is, Wanting him to just go away forever, But I never make it. There is an explosive pain in my leg, As I slam to the ground, Feeling my body going into shock, As the light goes black. I awaken sometime later, White hot pain coursing through my leg, Rubbing my head, And pushing myself to the mirror, Noticing a patch of hair missing. Upon my scalp are stitches, It seems they have cut out the sickness, Dale is no more, I'm finally free to be sane again. But then I see him standing by the door, "No it can't be, Your gone; they cut out the sickness, You don't exist anymore" I cry lunging at him with a knife concealed in my pocket. The blade pierces his flesh, Blood squirts out onto my hands, As I stare into his face, But there is no smile this time, The not his! I watch as the woman's eyes grow cold, As her body begins to jerk, Tears pouring out of her eyes, And the last thing I feel, Is the prick on my neck. Sometime later I open my eyes, And there he is, Sitting before me with that smile, Opening his mouth he speaks, "looks like we're roommates again" He cackles madly.

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For God so loved the world that He gave as the atoning sacrifice for sin His one and only Son
There is no other name given under heaven by which we can be reconciled to God He is the 
Jesus said, He was the way, the truth, and the life, no one could come to the Father but by 
Neither is there salvation in any other, He is the only Savior who can forgive and wash away 

He is the one who God spoke of, the seed of the woman that would crush the head of the 
He came to seek and save the lost, giving His life a ransom for many He calls sinners to 
Those who believe and put their trust in Him, find forgiveness for sin by the blood of the 
He has revealed Himself as Savior, Lord, and God, His children know Him as the great I AM.

He is the mediator that makes the way to God accessible because He became the sin offering
He is the forerunner entering into God’s presence and for us he is now praying and 
He understands human weakness because He became one of us but He never committed 
any sin  
He faced everything we will face and overcame it all and now He is the way for us to enter in.

He makes God’s throne accessible to all who come in faith believing offering mercy and grace
He gives His righteousness to all who trust in him so we are accepted by God into the holy 
To everyone who receives Him, to them He gives the right to be called one of God’s children
For everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord will be saved and receive forgiveness of 
All authority has been given to Him by God the Father He is the sovereign ruler over all 
He is the only Savior and Redeemer, who can change you and give your life a total 
He is coming back one day for His own to take us to heaven where forever His praises will 
be heard
He alone possesses the wisdom and power to perform all He has promised He would do in 
His word.


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What tune does youth most play
when future's biding ?
                               Today !
What wisdom does age convey
when time is passing ?
                                Today !

An eliot is an epigram form I labelled in honour of George Eliot the English novelist/poet, 
inspired by an example in Chap 8 of her book Daniel Deronda.Here is her epigram should you 
wish to try one for yourself

What name doth Joy most borrow
when life is fair ?
                          Tomorrow !
What name does best fit sorrow
In young despair?
                           Tomorrow !

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The Boy Who Ran

There is a story of a boy who 
became a man or at least some 
A boy who went through his life 
never got his emotions caught
So this boy  ran
Ran fast as he can
All the way until he became a 
Ran so  fast he name only 
lasted moments in the sand
From which he step
Taken  every stride like it was 
his last breath
Felt he be this way all the  way 
till his death
This man if many knew him a 
coward they would say
For he never had the courage 
to stay
Stay for no more than a 
moments  worth
For he felt his life was as 
valuable as his father did of his  
Ashamed that his name was 
Since when it's ever mentioned  
he hurts
So he runs deep in the jungles 
of his own mind
He runs as if  there is a 
happiest to find
He runs and runs till his feet 
soil in the  dirt
He runs because staying in one 
place only makes him hurt
This boy became a man in such 
an unfortunate way
For his kept on running till he 
was buried in his grave.

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For Unto Us

"For unto us a child is born, 
Unto us a son is given: 
And the government shall
Be upon his shoulder: 
And his name shall,
Be called Wonderful, 
Counseller, The mighty,
God, The everlasting Father, 
The Prince of Peace."
He came to save us
From what lies beneath.
He was born to a virgin,
In a manger long ago,
And died for us when 
He was only 33 years old.
He had a mission to
Save all souls via his
Death, so that we could
Be united with the Father
Again, because we were
Disconnected from early
Sin. So when you shop 
This weekend, think 
Don't be so concerned
About spending money
To be in debt for the rest
Of your life. Give the 
Gift of Christ. 

wrote 12-15-10

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his 
shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The 
everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace."  Isaiah 9:6 

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Owner Of My Heart

When I wake up and see you,
I cant help but to smile from ear to ear.
When we sit up and talk,
It feels like I've known you forever not only a few years.

When you take me by the hand,
I cant help but to love you more.
Even though I don’t think that is possible,
I already love you right down to the core.

When you see me down you give me a hug,
You are my life my glimmer of hope.
With you standing beside me I can do anything,
With you in my life with anything I can cope.

When you lean in and give me a kiss,
My heart aches even if it’s not a kiss goodbye.
When you tell me I love you or call me best friend,
My eyes fill with tears of happiness to cry.

When you call out my name Momma, my heart flutters,
For that name you are the only one allowed to say.
I could never of wished or dreamed,
Of anyone or thing I could ever treasure more than Jori May.

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Seasonal Melody

My middle name is Winter
My wise wife’s name is Summer
We both tried to Spring ahead
But had a big Fall instead

Russell Sivey

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The Boatman's Song 24/ Many

The Boatman’s Song  					24/Many 

The Princess was briefing the Boatman about the guards
Of her Uncle and she continued ..

There are two hundred soldiers, in side the fort and Palace [repeated line from 21/..]
And rest outside the fort, who live in the army camps
Scattered here and there,
Apart from main fighters, who have gone on a battle
Evoked by a notorious neighbor, 

That traitor keeps always nearly twenty persons around his chamber
And some around King’s chamber, to keep a watch so that no one can meet the King
As he fears that some loyal army men, may go with the King
And his silent designs may get foiled and his efforts may go in vain 
Especially when the Chief of Army has gone for a battle and is quite away

Now, it is up to you to make the next strategy
To finish all the vicious men and their chief
To protect my father and this Kingdom
I will see you now, O my dear love, 
Around midnight in my mother’s chamber

She showed the boatman the secret door, leading to the 
Chamber of her Mother the Queen
The Princess left the boatman and his small army of men
And very silently she vanished from the Temple,
Before anyone could have noticed anything

The Boatman waited for the midnight to come
And took the same route, as was shown by his love the Princess
He reached the chamber of the Queen along with his ten men 
And found the Princess was waiting for him, with her mother the Queen
She introduced him to her mother and briefed
That he has come to help her to get rid of,  
The treacheries of that man, whom I call my Uncle

The Queen spoke very slowly, “My dear Youngman,
I see only darkness all around me and every where,
This is a trial of your sincerity and bravery,
After meeting you I can say that you will 
Come out as a Savior, on whom, the King and
The Kingdom would be proud of”

Chandragupta* greeted the Queen of Malla* and said, 
“You keep trust on me and on your daughter’s courage
By tomorrow only, you will find a complete elimination 
Of your enemies”
“I will see you next only tomorrow morning, O mother like Queen
And now would like to take leave with my team,
Without wasting even a moment’s time”

Ravindra					to continue on  25/…………..

Kanpur India  23 January 2010   

      * Chandragupta.  Name of the Boatman. His full name was Chandragupta       
   Maurya, Born in 340 BC
      * Malla. A name of the Republic of ancient India of  400BC
      * Chanakya. Name of the great teacher of Chandragupta & a great politician

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Adieu To Unheard Melodies 26

The Boatman’s Song 					26 Last on PS
							Rest would be 
concluded in the book

This story of the Boatman’s Song is taking a break/stop here,
As enough of its Episodes I have already placed,
On this wonderful sight which we call and know as PoutrySoup. 
The love and appreciation which I got from you all 
Would linger and glow like a lamp light in my heart

Stories come and stories go
Poems also come flashes on board, illuminate us and one day go
Sometimes they leave an impression on our mind and heart
But often they vanishes like a Tarang*(wave)
Which after rising high and very high
Just mingles in the sea of life, leaving no impressions
As if we never saw them high or low

This is the beauty of life
Which keep on moving without ever stopping
Playing, singing, loving or hating, smiling or laughing
Reading or writing or singing a melody touching our hearts
Or get busy in life without wasting a minutes time
Or waiting and waiting for something to happen
Which sometimes takes place 
And often keep us only waiting 
But this is how the life moves on?


Note: What happens in the ceremony celebrations on Vasant* at the Kingdom of Malla*
And what happens to the Princess and Urveshi  who were in love with the Boatman,  who 
was actually the young Chandragupta Maurya,* of the Ancient India who ruled between 321 
BC to 298 BC under the guidance of his Guru Chanakya*, whose role was the base of 
establishing largest ever a kingdom in India and how he married the daughter of Seleucus* 
the Greek warrior whom Alexander* had appointed after he left India. Chandragupta  
expanded the boundaries of his kingdom up to Iran in West, while coving all most the whole 
of current India. He established a Great kingdom and his period is known as the golden 
period of India History. 

These & many more interesting characters would be things to be covered in the book I am 
writing as an epic. The book would also be coving what happens to Urveshi* who was waiting 
for the Boatman and how long she stays on earth to see more of his love the Boatman.

      * Chandragupta Maurya Boatman’s actual name in the ancient History
      * Chanakya. Name of the great teacher of Chandragupta. He met Alexander in      
          326/325 B.C
     * Vasant.  The season of spring  
     * Malla.    Name of a Republic of ancient India
     * Tarang  Means wave. Here a nymph 
     * Alexander.   Alexander the Great, the Macedonian king remembered as one of the   
        most successful military commanders of the ancient world

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The thoughts of the abandoned - A message of hope for us all

He looked up at the skies as if he saw the heavens open as his heart bled

seeing the clouds engulf the face of the earth

reluctantly, he was glad he was living

a lifeless soul, but still breathing

the mysterious misery of his daily life left him stranded and soaked in his worldly desires

drenched in the tears of his abominable fears

he lived outside in the cold, the last place he preferred

he lost his job, couldn't pay his rent

he went around begging, humiliated

this thought continually recurred in his head "How do I start all over again"

He lay outside in the cold for over  two months

shivering in tears, gnashing for hope

feeling abandoned

to him all hope was lost

Good news!

a letter of appointment had arrived at his former residence

the present occupant read the name on it

to his amazement, it was addressed to his current residence and had the name of the former

the man in the paper who had taken his life by slashing his wrists

Please don't give up

your time will come

here is a message of hope for us all.

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A Tear Upon My Cheek

A tear may press upon my cheek
But no one sees it fall,
A face and name of nothingness
Hide the glory of it all,

But I just a girl stand beside a wall
Just to be protected by the shade?
And yet instead I remain the same
Hidden by others I slowly fade,

But what confidence is given to me
To hear my own subtle cry,
To leave me later wondering
Was it you or was it I?

Now I stand, right here today
With a heart complicated like a web,
That no one ever understands
Why its mind it there was led,

To then try and bring mere happiness
Another obstacle is formed,
To try and be someone like me
A life would be transformed,

But to hear from someone
That your whole life seems devoted to,
Could make you feel like they just today
Were sometime thinking about you,

So I sit and wait for those
To watch and see my smile,
But no one ever looks towards me
They think that I’m not worthwhile,

And if I step outside this shadow
Wrapped around myself,
Will I be called out upon?
Or tossed aside upon a shelf?

If I sit and cry to think
That I am not doing well,
Will anyone ever stop and ask
‘I wonder if she needs help?’

Yet if no one really ever cares
If you are feeling depressed,
And there’s other things inside there life
More important to be stressed,

So a face and name of nothingness
Hide the glory of it all,
And still tomorrow a tear will press upon my cheek
But no one will ever see it fall.

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In the Name of Jesus

In your life's journey you must be willing to submit
Be humble forget your pride and embrace the Holy Spirit
God can't move in your life If you can't set you pride aside
Let him protect you from all those things in life from which you want to hide

In the name of Jesus relinquish to God control
obtain His grace and mercy, increase your faith and become bold
Come unto Christ and to Him you must beseech 
In the name of Jesus let the spirit in  you be reached

Let The Lord guide you and lead you by His way
Heal your mind and body, make you whole this day
In the name of Jesus let His blood give you the power
to face the adversary at any given hour

In the name of Jesus, The Lord Jesus Christ
as He did for you, for Him make the sacrifice
Stand up and shout, sing songs of praise
In the name of Jesus let your voice be forever raised

Know that The Lord God will always be there for you
In the name of Jesus He will give you the victory too
Just continue toward your destiny and do as God attests
for in His Son, Jesus' name, It is you He has blessed

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Boondocks Or Sticks

I went to visit Elroy, Emma, my nephew and niece
In a town where all residents are missing some teeth
The name of the town is Boondocks or Sticks
I finally arrive and am greeted by my nephew and niece, their names are Hominy 
and Grits
Boondocks falls in the state of Georgia and Sticks falls in the state of South 
The residents could not decide which name would be finer
The annual vote always ends in a split
I believe it will always be Boondocks or Sticks
This town has a single chair barbershop
The peppermint pole uses too many kilowatts
Last time it was used
It blew the transformer, the town was left with no power, dazed and confused
There are new rumors going around
A Dollar General is coming to this town
I wonder if I turned on the peppermint pole would the town\'s lights begin to flick
There is no other town like Boondocks or Sticks

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Spread Your Wings, Little Angel

Don’t be afraid of your destiny…
Stand tall and look forward into the future

Yes I know that there maybe times
When you feel like pulling yourself away
Withdrawing back into your shell
Thinking you can’t do anything
Contrary to what you believe
You are capable of pushing yourself
You are intelligent and powerful enough
So raise up your head and believe
Don’t let others get inside your head
For only you have the power…
Let your emotions be your guide
As you go and make a name for yourself

Go and spread your wings, little angel
Soar high and don’t let anyone stop you
You have a gift that you have yet to discover
That will save us all and this I believe!
Don’t be afraid of your destiny
Stand tall and look forward into the future!

Happiness… Sadness… Anger and… Passion
Let these emotions flow

Trials that stand in your way
Would be overcome once you believe
You’d be amazed at what you can do
Because you could before
Open your eyes and don’t be afraid
You can’t keep cowering everyday
I can feel something inside of you
Waiting to be unleashed
Remember these words that I say
For they may be the key you need
Listen to my word and get up
For you’ve yet to know the truth

Go and spread your wings, little angel
Let those wings of yours shine bright
Nothing will pull you down if you have faith
So you must raise your head and believe!
Don’t run away from what’s before you
Stand tall and peer deep into the future!

Don’t let others get inside your head
For only you have the power…
Let your emotions be your guide
As you go and make a name for yourself

Go and spread your wings, little angel
Soar high and don’t let anyone stop you
You have a gift that you have yet to discover
That will save us all and this I believe!
Don’t be afraid of your destiny
Stand tall and look forward into the future!

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The Boatman's Song 20/ Many

The Boatman’s Song  					20/ Many

The world would come to know one day
The real strength of your arms and the balance of your mind
And your love would be,  the inspiration of your life
Making you,  an extra ordinary King of this land
Who would rule the hearts of its people and not the  land

The boatman heard and grasped every word
He looked at Urveshi* and thanked her, from his heart
“I am so much grateful, O Princess of Heaven,
It’s a dream or a reality, I do not know
But I am going to save my love, from those traitors
Who are trying to capture her kingdom

I have taken the training of fighting and warrior hood
From my Guru Chanakya,*  the most worthy of all teachers at Takshila*
And I will finish those traitors,  of the kingdom of Malla*
In no time only, I can make a small army of my own"

He looked at Urveshi* with a look full of friendly love
And thanked her by saying,
“I shall always remain indebted, for what you have done for me,
From You only I have come to know, where and how my love is”

Same day  the boatman gathered,  his ten  trained young men, 
Whom he had trained silently, as the men of his army 
And all of them were the men of great strength, courage and dedication
Ready to sacrifice their lives, on just one call of the boatmen, 
Always willing to go any where 
That day they were ready to give, their first test of warrior hood
Along with their Chief, who knew the art of making an army
Even without a kingdom, 
And that he had learnt from his Guru*  Chankya*
Who was a man of Great learning

Same day,  the boatman with his ten men of mussels
Reached a place, near the fort Palace of the Malla* Kingdom
And he found out many things, about the Princess and came to know, 
She visits a nearby Temple everyday
The boatman and all his men, separately waited 
In the premises of that Temple, waiting for the princess to come

The time came and the Princess along with some of her friends
Came to make her daily prayer
And went inside the Temple, where only the Princess could go
The boatman waited for the Princess to come
The time came and the Princess arrived, like the Moon appears
On a dark lonely night, and travels alone the sky 

She came and made her payer to her deity

Ravindra 					20/….	to continue….

Kanpur India 22nd January 2010

      * Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
      * Guru Hindi word means teacher 
      * Malla. A name of the Republic of ancient India of 400BC
      * Chanakya. Name of the great teacher of Chandragupta & a great politician

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Valley of Life--Walking within Jesus Christ

In Life each step we take
Given by Our Lord
For the moments we make
For our choices.. to do God's Will
Walk in Truth.. Steps to Fulfill

If we do step away
Then we find trouble in the day
Tis ever so True..
Always Walk in the Love God

If we get off track
God always brings us back
Closer unto Him
Closer Walk within Christ.. again

His Love is Far.. far more
Then we could ever imagine
Praise Our Lord.. for His Blessing
Each day.. Each Breathe we take

God has given each of us.. our path
Following days.. within Jesus
Tis Like Valley of Life

Yea tho we walk though the Valley of the Shadow of death
We Shall Fear No Evil.. for the Lord thy God is With Thee
Thy Rod and Staff comfort me..
On this earth tis a Valley of death

But.. Behold Jesus.. within your heart
Once You are Born-again
Then within my eyes.. within my heart
Tis the Valley of Life.. 
For within me.. tis Living Jesus Christ

I shall Fear No evil.. For God is With me
Wherever I may go.. He Will take care of me
This I do know.. For He Loves me
For Everything I do.. or to be done
Is always in the Name of Our Father’s Son
Tis In the Name of Jesus Christ
Walk always Closer to Jesus
Then each step in the path you take
Forever walking in Love
Faith Hope and Love..
And the Greatest of the Three tis Love
Then Peace is given.. among the Living

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8 Planets

Vast and giant objects cast onto a canvas of black,
amidst them sprinkled dust and ash reminiscent of a fiery past.
Gas and energy burning, light,
a sight fit for man and gods alike.
In this particular family dwell,
eight celestial bodies to tell.
Each unique, this Milky Way,
does man and life alike partake.
So let us, a trip, embark upon,
through stars, and heavens, and things beyond.
In line before all does Mercury fall,
composed of iron covered in mantle and crust, this ball.
Romans of old saw it move swiftly,
and named it for him with wings on his feet.

Sometimes called sister by our dear earth,
the unforgiving atmosphere blisters and burns.
Venus, thy name though fair,
could not sustain life with poison for air.

Earth, man's Eden, of blue and green,
in it's protection we live and breathe.
Four seasons rich, I will only ask this,
please take care of this wonderful gift.
Of all the planets, this one's reputation,
captured hearts, and sparked imaginations.
-Though alien beings might escape us thus far,
no soul will deny, there's life there on Mars.

The giant of gas with a red eyed storm,
could hold every planet within it's large form.
Jupiter, on its axis, so fast,
less then 10 hours a d ay there would last.

Saturn, the name has quite a ring,
and a density that won't allow it to sink.
Rock and ice particles comprise its belt,
for a spec in our galaxy, it sure stands out well.

Uranus it seems you are always relaxing,
you lean on your side with a tilt of your axis.
Named for the god of the sky by the Greeks,
you even have rings, my aren't you unique!

The one body predicted before being discovered,
is Neptune, behold, it's name fits its color.
The winds howl at speeds much uncanny,
distant, unassisted, your existence,  man can't see.

Thus ends our 8 planets, unfolded of late,
now what else can you find in our Milky Way?

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i know the world enough to where i can walk through forests &
dodge each blade of grass, defy the likes of definition & let my breath
just pass. magic is meaningless, tricks & illusions based upon the
trick of the eye, the human factor, the inevitable blink. magic transformed
upon awakening, realized itself contradictory & sulked back onto the
shelf. the need for entertainment has (at last) been relinquished. adults
have had their skulls picked apart by the young, each undesirable portion
tossed away. there goes [war&worry&work&waste] in the name of 
simplicity, in the name of Taste. 

it's humorous how you rely on the movement of picture frames from one
corner to the next, doing the same things, saying the same things, 
never leaving anything to question. ignorance is bliss, little miss-
i took Their dirtynailed hand & let Them lead me, sure They'd know 
where exactly it was i was supposed to go. despite growing weary
under the weight of hesitancy, still the hand pulled me on, dragged
my breaking body as it cracked with each step. 

this is maturity, this is guidance, this is something i you we all go 
through-- & if i don't? --then you'd be one lost lost little girl, wouldn't
you? i know my god never said that freedom is a sin, that choice is
wrong. his words are lyrics that formed the every alternative, yet you're
reflexive refusal is drowning out his song. no wonder the innocents
have ceased to dance, have remained seated in silent penance for a 
deed they can't recall. 

it was something offhand in the beginning, without logic, almost but
not quite insanity- this continuous idea/phrase/thought that was said
by accident. (do you remember how words really sound?) bombarded
by the repitition, hammer on the head, death without dead- (watch the
welt rise & turn red). i'll just say i understand, even though i don't.

elevate each bone in the skeleton until each one points up, focus
on the relinquishment of order as you spread your eyes wide open.
the lids roll down the kneecaps, & fall back to the dark side of the
skull, exposing the body in its most gruesome beauty. the pupils 
fuse to one & dilate to envelop the heart. exercize the foreign 
concept of patience & go through this pain to achieve this pleasure.
upon acceptance of self-noself, nirvana is grasped.

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and welcome their efforts to belong to a group
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so leave your comment
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So here's the first click
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and go forth with a brigade of saving or condemning the human race
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A Life in a Day

A Life in a Day

Alarms pull me from my sleeping
The demand of their incessant routine undermining
The peaceful thoughtless dreaming
Where for a time I had forgotten

And like a vulture perched upon my pillow
Squawks all the separate memories to peck with their reminders
To myself of me
And while the daybreak has hardly broken
And while the dark room still conceals them
They invade my blood and bones
To return me to their isolation
As I lay there trying hard to think of something else

Still no one sleeps beside me
Their is no one to hear the resignation of my sigh
As my fathers name upon my lips
Is spat to a distance I can forget
And shoved closed the door and close my mind

So from the water risen and from the mirror no recognition
And from televised news no compassion
While I whisper some conversation to a girlfriend I once new
And think the stupid bitch still does not have a clue
No mercy for the human condition
As daybreak is about to be broken
For the support of mere flesh and entertainment
I frequent the hours I sell for money in return

Then as I stretch beneath my sheet 
And my children’s faces swim through my head
All the lost years that lay between them
All the moments we never had
Return me once again to my isolation 

From the darkness of a lovers hair
From the soft contours of her breasts
In the urgent and breathless moan
All the girls that I have had and known
This sweetness of togetherness becomes an acid made honey
Another broken back on which to sleep
Another collected offense for me to keep
In the silence of the questions they never asked themselves 

Still no one sleeps beside me
Their is no one to hear the resignation of my sigh
As my fathers name upon my lips
Is spat to a distance I can forget
And shoved closed the door and close my mind

How this will end is not clear to me
The day has just begun
And the existence of  the remains of life in a continuum 
I have not yet lifted my head
Not bathed the sleep from my eyes
The blink of dawn has yet to offer me its usual compromise
In the comfort and the certainty of isolations open arms

And isolation has its charms

Alarms pull me from my sleeping
The demand of their incessant routine undermining
The peaceful thoughtless dreaming
Where for a time I had forgotten

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Randy Andy

Yesterday I had a beer 
In a place that was near 
Soft light and music filled 
The sight of you left me thrilled 

Your name I did not know 
But oh I loved your body so
Thick but lean, muscled and tanned 
What a fine specimen of a man 

I sat and sipped and watched all night 
At lips that promised sheer delight 
Of arms that could capture me 
Unbridled passion now set free 

Your eyes blue grey with such depth 
Languid lust that silently crept
Arousal concealed under shadow of lash 
Upon Love's shore I yearned to crash 

Someone said your name aloud 
I heard it float through the crowd 
Andrew they said your name to be 
Randy Andy I hoped to me 

Randy Andy with hair so fair 
Magnetism that caused all to stare 
A body made for hands to explore 
Leaving me yearning and needing more 

I decided to try and attract you 
So up beside you to give you a view 
For such was the ache inside off me 
Begging loudly for you to set it free 

You turned your head and found my eyes 
As if you suddenly heard my cries 
Reaching out you touched my hand 
Lust's fire burned and did so expand 

I was so focused on your sexy lips 
As you gently moved your fingertips 
Lost I was in your touch 
I wanted you so very much 

So imagine my shock when you spoke 
In that high pitched little girl croak 
I shook my head, I didn't believe 
Your voice did so absolutely deceive 

My beautiful sexy dream of a man 
Had a voice as scratchy as a old tin can 
Lust took off and went straight to bed 
Reality quickly raced through my head 

If that wasn't bad enough you see 
Your breath stunk and your IQ was three 
Within a minute I knew you were a Neanderthal 
Clearly visible even through all the alcohol 

It shook me from my dreamy reverie 
What had I been thinking anyway 
To fall for someone from afar 
Is like wishing on a blessed star 

For wishes rarely turn out to be 
What you thought you wanted to see 
So now I know the right thing to do 
Look past the looks to the inside and true 

Ah Randy Andy I thought you were the one
In you I saw the rising sun 
But once it shone, I found the glare 
Way to harsh to sit and stare 

So now my search begins anew
To find love within my view 
But I will always look deeper within 
For someone to spend my years in sin

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Vasava - An Untold Story 9/Many

Vasava –An Untold story                                                          9/Many

Lots and lots of people of Patilputra* and of Magadh
Were assembling in the beautiful court of Magadh

A group of singers were singing a chorus song
Be in life like Bharata* the brother of Rama
Who never tried to establish him as a king, although 
Rama gave him his entire kingdom for fourteen years, but Bharata*
Ruled in Ram’s absence, without using any royal powers for his own 

Over joyed by the feelings and happiness of the day
All the citizens of Magadh were singing 
And playing the musical instruments and drums
While denouncing Ravana  as a tyrant and demon king
Who had committed atrocities on the people of Bharat*

The presence of king Udiyan* in the ceremony
Had made the occasion more charming and attractive
To see only this handsome king of Ujjain’s kingdom
Lots and lots of citizens of Patilputra* and Magadh*
Were assembling in the beautiful court of Magadh

Candles were burning in colored chandeliers and glass lamps
Spreading their beautiful lights in the darkness of night
In the shaking flames of the burning candles
Happiness was showering on the Palace of Magadh
But a rare light was also spreading from the beauty of Vasava

Ravindra                                                                  to continue in 10

Copy writes protection as per Poetry Soup automatic Copy write provisions also.

Kanpur   India   20th March 2010 

*Lord Rama*	                Lord Rama is one of the most commonly adored gods of 
                                                Hindus and is known as an ideal man and hero of the epic 
*Bharata                                   Bharata  is a legendary king of Aryan tribes in Hindu 
                                                mythology. He was the first to conquer all of Greater India, 
                                                uniting it into a single entity which was named after him as 
                                                Bharatavarsa or India

*   Patilputra    .                         The old name of Patna - a city of India in Bihar state

*   Magadh                                The Kingdom of Magadh was located in the current
                                                State of Bihar and other adjoining states of India.

* Bharat                                    Short old name of Bharatavarsa or India

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Your Name

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed away.
I wrote your name in my heart, 
and forever it will stay.

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Flash Mod With Black-Eyed Peas

Black-eye peas
Name for a group
Not some kind of luncheon soup
Had hit go to the top

The name of it is
"I Got A Feeling" stop
Oprah had them on today
For an audience of 20,000

Off the stage
Hired 20 professional
Dancers , see ,who trained
800 more to dance for free

They preformed a routine
Called A flash mod
Largest group in history
To do such a task

This sight made my day
Really usually don't care
For this very much but
This revered my motor up

(Oprah Winfrey's opening today featured this group on stage outdoors in Chicago.  They led 
20,000 people in a dance routine which I don't know what it was called or if it had a name 
but what happened is called a Flash Mod, if I understood correctly. It was uplifting.)

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Sweet Jesus Sweet Jesus

Sweet Jesus sweet Jesus, 
the most precious name I know; 
His love and mercy follows me, 
where ever in life I go. 
I feel his hand of love, 
I sense his guiding grace; 
I found the meaning my life needs, 
in his sacred place. 
This sacred place I speak of, 
you enter in through prayer; 
When ever in life you need the Lord, 
he is always there! 
As a friend who loves and cares, 
so very much for you; 
And he truly understands, 
all you are going through. 
He understands the sorrows, 
that pleauge your life today; 
He knows the trials and temptations, 
that are in your way. 
He knows the desires of the flesh, 
for the pleasures of sin; 
He knows the desires of the heart, 
to want to live for him. 
The answers to the problems, 
in life you face today; 
Is to live for Jesus Christ, 
and walk his holy way. 
You can do this by coming before, 
Gods holy sacred place; 
Just bow your head, open your heart, 
and receive Gods holy grace. 
Then you will sing these words with me, 
as on through life you go; 
Sweet Jesus sweet Jesus, 
the most precious name I know!

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My name

I see the long rays and coming of every moon
I see the sun up there at every noon
Never a change of day not thesame
on everyday i have laid claim

Soonest to come is a day not to complete
Soonest i turn my name is delete ...
That my name is face without a face
But some letters, a word and the words i lace ...

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One thing in common

One thing in common

There are different factions
In every nation
Fighting wars to get a reaction
 Only bringing us pain and dissatisfaction

No one cares about the children
Who they claim to be fighting for
And nobody wants to talk about it
So peace can thru the door

 And the only thing they have in common
Some of them like the same songs
So I got an idea to try to stop the fighting
If I can get them all to do sing along

In the name of the john~ let’s give peace a chance
In the name of George ~ we can work it out
In the name Paul ~ let's live together in harmony
In the name of ring ~ put down the guns lets twist and shout

So many different religions
But there’s only one god
And each wants the other 
To die by the sword

And all claim to be working for the lord
But how can you go to heaven
God can pick out the false prophets
And all the blasphemes hadean

How many children must die?
For they to begin to care
How many mothers must cry?
In pain and despair

But if they really love the children
Then I come up with a plan
To break down in sections 
So they all can understand

In the name of Jesus ~ let the children go
In the name of Muhammad ~ set the children free
In the name of Rama ~ let the children grow
In the name of Krishna ~ let the children be

Let’s see what happens 
Only the future can tell
Bet many who say they work for god
Surely will end up in hell

It’s funny how man can go to the moon
In ships of metal fuel,and glass
And right here on earth
They can make peace last

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let Him order your steps

take a step out on faith
let nothing hold you back
let God order your steps
follow in His son's tracks
step into the water
and in His name be baptized
come unto Jesus Christ
and let His Father give you the prize

step with the spirit 
step into the Light
step up to the plate
and fight the good fight
be willing to trust in Him
let your faith be increased
take Him at His word
for It will never cease
submit yourselt to Jesus
relinquish all to He
let Him order your steps
walk as He wants you to be
be a servant to the Lord
be a child in Christ
glorify the Living God
and in His name sacrifice

Jesus, the son of God
was His Father's earthly rep
let Him guide you in life
let Him order your steps
He will always love you
as His very own
He will always protect you 
and guard your home
He will give you joy 
and happiness too
come to Christ with a heart
that is contrite and true

step up to God 
His arms are open wide
He will never leave you
he''ll be forever by your side
give all to the Lord
and increase your spiritual depth
walk in the ways of Christ
and let Him order your steps

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Forever I’ve longed for this feeling
But got confused by the way that it felt
You cured me with your emotional healing
Your tender sweet words made me melt

Wishing to feel your touch
Or at least a slight breeze of your subtle lips
Words are not even enough
To express these feelings I cannot resist

Wanting to tell you how I feel
But my shy words run and hide
Knowing that your feelings are real
Mine still sit and waits on the inside

Sits and waits to be finally released
To tell you how much I really do care
With my trust I hope that you’re pleased
Don’t ever think that my love isn’t there

I had never tasted love before.
Well at least until the day I spoke your name
Every time your name caresses my lips
I think, “Oh, how sweet the taste”

I savored the delicate texture of your name on the edge of my lips, on the tip of my 
I wait for the moment to inhale the heavenly aroma of your warm loving scent.

Be patient with me 
Be gentle with my love
Take care of my heart

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The Afrikan Diaspora

The Afrikan Diaspora

Includes all of humanity

One great big extended family

Sharing a single commonality

To form one global community

Though throughout our collective history

There has been atrocity after atrocity

Committed with hubris and hypocrisy

Sometimes in the name of democracy

Or in the name of a theocracy

Which ignored the Commandment

Of honor thy father and mother 

So that your days may longer

Instead they neglected their mama

Because of a deep psychic trauma

That created the Whiteman’s burden

Which was a guilt-ridden conscience

That came from committing injustice

Out of compounded ignorance

Just like the Arabs in the Sudan

Killing fellow Muslims because of black skin

And this is what they’ve historically done

‘Cause to them a slave is an Afrikan

And one just can’t blame the president

Rather blame those that run our government

For it’s no longer for, of, and by the People

And has it ever really lived up to its credo

When big money multi-nationals call all the shots

For the haves and have-mores, but not the have-nots

They purchase legislation and executive orders 

To further their control to dominate others

They write foreign policy to benefit themselves

While the World’s poor majorities live in the hells 

That the elite have created out of greed and stupidity

And even causes our selves to forget our humanity

And this goes beyond labels like Christianity

For all belief systems when looked at objectively

Is adoration to God from Her creation 

And no group or individual can show justification

For attacking or discrediting another’s belief system 

As long as it’s equitable and is consistent

With the natural laws the Creator established 

To keep us in check and maintain the balance


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Prayer For Family Blessings at Christmas

Heavenly Father,
In this season many are in need
Send Your angels to comfort and lead
Robotics is taking over and jobs are lost
Employment downsizing is a mighty cost
Companies are moving south of the border
Families are frustrated with sleep disorder

Gracious Father,
Help those struggling for an anchor
Save their homes from the mean bankers
Preserve their cars for the family and work
Bless their finances and allow them some perks
Many are trying and the obstacles won’t go away
Open new doors for them as a sign to a new day

Merciful Father,
Look upon the management at their work sites
Teach bosses how to lead and manage in Your light
Transform the hearts of those who are discontented
Preserve those who are about to be railroaded
There is enough prosperity in Your world for all
There is no earthly reason why a family should fall

Almighty Father,
Touch the heart of those in power
Show that by each and every hour
That Your love and grace will preserve
Even the little people who deserve
The blessings of life in their hearts
Your love and mercy will never depart

Dear Father,
In Your name we pray
Bless each heart today
In the precious name of Your Son
I know that the battle is won
This is Your season of grace
Keep them in Your embrace


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The Boatman's Song 22/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                                               22/Many

After the Boatman left for the Palace of Malla
To rescue his love, on the advise of Urveshi*
There was no one to witness and see
The throbbing and weeping heart of Urveshi*

She knew that her liking for the Boatman 
Was getting more and more deep
Although, she was aware that it was not the Boatman’s fault
That her liking was changing gradually into love

Tarang* knew that Urveshi* was in deep thoughts
And also that in her mind, a conflict was still going on,
To leave the Boatman and the earth, and go to heaven or 
To stay a little more here on earth
So that she may at least hear, few more songs of her serene love 
If not for ever, at least for some times more
Such was the powerful attraction of earth
That it became difficult for Urveshi,* to leave its alluring charms

Tarang* reading her mind intervened and said
My dear Princess charming, I know what you are thinking
But remember one thing Urveshi,* that now it would be very difficult
Even for the boatman, to keep on singing those songs and melodies
As his hidden quality of warrior like man, has come–up
Leaving behind, his heart felt songs and melodies
This man is an extra ordinary human, and for the sake of his motherland
He can sacrifice any thing including his love
Such is the beauty of this land Urveshi, which has given birth,
To a gem like Chandragupta,* whom we know as the Boatman*
And his life is going to change completely,
And you would find it very soon
Perhaps then, it would not be possible for him,
To sing those melodies, even if he want to give you a song

And such is the fate of human heart Urveshi*, where poetry flows only
When the mind and heart both, overflows with powerful feelings
Emerging from the depths of one’s soul,
And from every nook and core of human heart 

Urveshi’s* heart still wanted to preserve, the memories of these moments
Which she wanted to keep with her for ever 
To bloom like a fragrant flower, in her loving heart
Spreading the fragrance of love, throughout her future life
As that was going to be, a treasure for her in heaven,
For ever and for ever

It was a difficult time for Urveshi* to control her deep emotions

Ravindra						to continue on    23/………

Kanpur   India 24th January 2010 
      * Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
      * Chandragupta.  Name of the Boatman. His full name was Chandragupta       
   Maurya, Born in 340 BC
     * Tarang (A nymph) A name. Tarang is a Hindi word means waves 

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The Boatman's Song 23/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                                                                     23/Many

She found that love was such a wonderful feeling
Which change the human hearts, so intensely and so completely
She remembered, what Tarang* was telling 
“That once in true love, the human heart becomes Godly”

Tarang* intervened here and tried to reassured Urveshi*
You can wait a little more, for the Boatman to return
And then Urveshi* take leave from him,
And make this love a most beautiful feeling of your heart,
And your entire self 
So that it may cherish with you in your heart, like an evergreen tree
Unlike the physical pleasures & charms,  
Which shines very bright till the youth remains
But quickly dilutes and often vanishes soon, with the passing of time

Make your love for the Boatman and his songs Urveshi,* immortal in your heart, 
And your love will shine like a Moon and Star, 
So long as the Sun shines last
And then you will find that even in heaven,
You would continue to hear all his melodies, which you have heard here
And even those, which remain to be heard and are his unheard songs

Urveshi decided

After realizing that what Tarang was telling,
Was the reality of her love for the Boatman and his songs, she decided
To go back to heaven, after seeing the fate of the Boatman’s love 
For which she would stay here some more days,
To finally say a good bye to her first love, the Boatman and his songs

But she had never imagined that these few days of waiting
For that man, whose songs had already stolen her heart,
Would be like waiting since centuries, when the time too 
Would forgot its speed and would be crawling like a limp 

Perhaps, she had never and never thought that one day, 
Urveshi,* would be waiting for someone on earth
As earlier in heaven, only others use to wait for Urveshi*
And she never waited for any one, even for any Gods 
Such was the beauty of Urveshi in heaven,
And to find what she has become on earth, 
Urveshi* even could not recognized herself and she asked to herself? 
“Am I the same Urveshi*? Or it’s a shadow of someone else”?

Ravindra						to continue on    24/………

Kanpur   India 24th January 2010 
      * Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
      * Chandragupta.  Name of the Boatman. His full name was Chandragupta       
   Maurya, Born in 340 BC
     * Tarang (A nymph) A name. Tarang is a Hindi word means waves

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The time has come

The Time Has Come

The time has come but not too soon
To cast aside this failing cloak
Then don the robes of silver moon
And dwell in the peace of which He spoke.

My work is done and breath is spent
No name have I in history’s book
My name to inventions I have not lent
Nor discoveries made or journeys took

I have hurt none, helped when I could
None were turned from my door when in need
I have worked for what was right and good
And to evil took no heed

To Him I have given my life and love
His teachings formed my life
Blessings were many from above
Children grown stand with my wife

I pray my choices in life were right
And my soul free from worldly trials
So when I travel towards the light
I’ll be met with heavenly smiles.

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Contributing To The Story (part 2): Enhancing God's Glory

we have a tendency to develop a foolish pride when we see our name on anything
be it an award, certificate, team jersey or a championship ring
we think we need titles to feel important in life
but none of that contributes to the story that is Jesus the Christ
your name on a jersey won't make you play better
a title after your name won't change the content of a letter
your name on a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame
doesn't guarantee you a life of happiness without some pain
so what have you contributed to God's story?
what have you done to enhance His glory?

In the Scriptures there's this woman who anointed Jesus with an expensive oil
yet only one person is referred to in the text and that's by his negative foil
he was denoted by his affliction, his disease was brought to attention
he then had the nerve to criticize that woman for her unselfish deed
until Jesus told him to "leave her alone" because for Me she fulfilled a need
that man seemed to be more worried about the oil's cost
and couldn't perceive that the life of Jesus was about to be lost
he acted like he was so concerned about the ever-present poor
but Jesus saw through the hypocracy that he tried to implore
that woman was spiritually motivated when she made that sacrifice
she contributed all she had to the story that is Jesus the Christ
God only desires that you do the best that you can
when wholly subscribing to His righteous plans

yet that woman with the alabaster jar her name is never mentioned
but her contribution to the Biblical story has gotten everlasting attention
in the scheme of life your name is not that important and a title won't make you great
as it's only what you've contributed to the story or done to enhance the faith

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Why Curse His Name?

You curse his name out loud.
Do you think it makes him proud?
He`s helped you through so much pain.
Why must you say his name in vain?
He`s felt so much more pain than you ever felt.
What would you have done if his cards were the ones you were delt?
Why must you curse his name?
Why must you leave him with some of the blame?
You say he does nothing right and that he doesn`t care,
but just because you can`t see him,doesn`t mean he isn`t there.
So please don`t curse his name and think before you say what you want said,
for the lord Jesus is always there and has never been dead.

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Grave on the Hill(revised)

Grave on the hill, no name applied
Just a simple pile of rocks

Disturbed by a fallen tree.
Over time moss has grown
Giving the rocks a grey sheen
Someone must have loved the man

Taking much time to find the rocks
and neatly arrange them on the grave.

At the foot there is a small child sized grave
with just a simple long, rounded, rock marker 
at the head and foot.
I often wonder what happened to this family...
I sense great sadness and troubles in these lives.

to be continued...

Grave on the hill, no name applied
Just a simple pile of rock
Marks the ending of a life full
Of sadness and loss of children

Toil and work the rocky ground
to feed your family, land is the life blood 
for survival, for food, for shelter
To the land you have returned beneath the red clay and rock grave.

Grave on the hill, no name applied.

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The deep, sharp ringing fills the field
as blades clash against that of their enemies.
Clear air was sliced by precision arrows
as they were drawn from the bow,
moving over the raging masses,
past the colored banners raised high,
and into the marked opponent’s heart.

Green grass was no longer green.
What could be seen beneath the bodies,
those both feuding and cold,
was worn ground, stained crimson
a result of the loss of that ultimate life-sustaining liquid.
Another falls, adding to the growing stain,
his name and existence already forgotten.
The silence of his death overpowered by clanging metal.
His scarlet life seeping through failed armor.

But yet there was no end to the battle in sight.
Shields slammed together in an effort of defense;
sharpened blades parried attacks;
hardened warriors strive to live.
But their life is to die.
Both sides fight and live and die for the same:
in the name of their King.

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Forever Alive...

The sparkle in your eyes is like a knife,
A knife filled with love and magic,
And when you look at me
I feel the stab right through my heart,

When I met you my life changed
It became like a magical world,
I saw the angels in the purple horizon,
I saw the rainbow that colored my day,
I heard voices whispering your name in the dark,
And every time I cried, my tears changed into smiles when I thought of you,
But now, you're gone, forever...

I miss you,
I need you
I can't live without you
Come back
My heart is bleeding
My tears are filled with pain
your absence makes me die every single day
My soul was yours,
And when  you left, my life turned into hell...
I carve your name under my skin
I bleed myself to see you again,
In my dreams I see your soul above the sky
And in my heart there'll always be place for you all the time
I'll keep a part of you with me forever,

Until the day I die...

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A Best Achivement

IRA; a strong idealogic and separatists,
At last surrender to the democratic values,
Over decades, after a long fight to achieve,
Thousand innocents blood on their name.

When a religion has a fight against a religion,
What a person can achieve in this invisibility,
He can kill himself on the name of a religion,
With a belief God will honour him in heaven.

But God never honoured to anyone,
When Lord Jesus was fighting for justice,
Tarrents hanged him innocently until death,
A miracle was disappeared to punish cruelity.

Lord Mohammad was fighting for justice,
To deliver a better service on the name of God,
But no power came to save innocents,
They were martyred as Hassan and Hussain.

Lord Krishna pretends that a man borns,
For his duty, he has to do that as he did,
Million people were killed in a battle,
As respect for a lady is a story of Mahabharta.

Lord Rama has a fight for his honour,
To defeat King Rawana who was seeking justice,
For his sister she was insulted to cut her nose,
Is Rama respects for ladies as Sita was banished?

Guru Govind Singh when declared a Khalsa,
Society killed his innocent family to stop him,
To establish a religion in a religion’s boundary,
And killed thousands innocently who followed him.

At last they admit that religion can’t survive,
Without a state power and a state power,
Can’t deliver peace without a belief in God,
They also surrender at last to democratic values.

Democracy where a person can enjoy his liberty,
Thousands lost their innocent lives to replace,
A better system to remove dictatorship,
As Iraqi nation is fighting for democracy.

Democracy is a best from for governments,
If they know how to respect and honour a law,
Law is superb in democracy, law fails there,
A system is corrupted, nation has no respect.

All likes peace because peace is only a tool,
That provides sources to develop personality,
To understand a cause of birth to identify him.
Who achieves a best achievement of nature?

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brief note to joey ratzinger

us humans
“groping in the darkness,”
we pleasure ourselves,
we pleasure each other &
we do this not in the name of your “god.”

we abide not in the name of the impending horror that you try &
we take no place beside you or your catholic cult
we find no place to be within the realm of christian hypocrisy & in this
we do not find your fictional character anymore enlightening than a can of spam or
perhaps a floating piece of fecal matter that will not flush away.

we will not take a seat next to 
all the priests found to be fondling & sodomizing children
behind the guise of something “holy” &
we do not take responsibility for those burnt in the past 
for having different beliefs than yourself or
an absence of belief altogether.

we have watched your power slowly crumble & subside, 
and as it continues, we will not mourn for all the illusions
that kept everything in check, 
just the way you liked it 
(wishing it would always be) &
the cronies before you liked it
(wishing it would always be).

for there is no compassion that comes from
attempting to scare the masses into marching behind you
by telling them that the world is getting worse &
that we humans have gone further into the “darkness”---
knowing the unfortunate weight that your words hold 
for so many still brainwashed & terrified,
you choose to work at further separating the species in order to
tribalize & provide a disconnect
in order to fulfill your own cult’s coffers &
further divide us all.

but when you step up to the mic &
do nothing but feebly attempt a continuation of the fear mongering 
upon which your whole life & the life of your lies are contingent,
you make for us a transparent wall,
one in which those who really want to feel better about themselves
will not settle for,
when they get right up close to it,
finally able to see through to the other side.

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The Memorial

Fingers gently graze each letter
Carved into the stone.
In death and for eternity,
No name will stand alone.

The friends and families gather;
The reflecting pools reflect.
Pretty soon there will be strangers
Come to offer their respect.

Everyone who lost a loved one
Has been shattered and bereft,
But each name is made of memories,
Which is all that they have left.

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10 years later: part II

bin laden is dead.  

his dream, however, is very much alive &  
what he wanted was to force america to bleed,
fighting endless wars in the middle east---
and with the invasions of iraq & afghanistan costing
6,000 or so american (& ally) soldiers to be killed,
a $4 trillion dollar bill & not to mention the
7.8 million refugees &
“very conservative” estimate of 137,000 civilians killed
in these two wars, as well as in neighboring
in this, he has been quite successful,
albeit posthumously so.
at home,
the citizens of the US have been forced into a state of permanent 
paranoia & stress
wherein, the protection of the property within these borders is of utmost priority,
creating 1,200+ government organizations dealing with homeland security &
2,000 private companies as well---
all in the name of keeping the empire strong.

money that could be spent on our crumbling education system, 
giving our citizens universal health care,
or bringing us out of 
increasing & intensifying
all has been used instead on the attempt at annihilating 
an enemy abroad whose number cannot be estimated
whose face cannot be seen &
whose base is not stagnant & therefore cannot be accurately identified,
all in the name of revenge.

though the american populace is supposed to believe that the intent of
iraq’s obliteration was to
“bring democracy” instead of
squeezing the country like a sponge to suck off 
every last drop of its oil,
the government that presently exists there under al-maliki 
does not consider its relationship with the US a friendly one &
sees its relations with iran as being full of more

42 attacks a day is said to be the going rate of 
al-qaeda’s vengeance upon the people of iraq & when 
the US is pretending that it will leave soon,
the world is watching a powder keg
ready to explode.

so in retrospect,
if you are a citizen of the US, 
how exactly do you feel about what has occurred since that horrible 
if you are a citizen of the world outside the borders of the empire
how exactly do you feel about what has happened since the
punch was thrown & 

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             Journeying into the unknown
             Journeying into a deep soil
             Into a trunk, which has been uprooted and stripped of its branches
             Removed from its natural soil and thrust in cold and bitter climate
             Of an unknown land

             We have come
             We have survived
             We have come to embrace our motherland
             Forgive me if I don’t understand
             Nor speak my mother tongue
             For we have been away for too long
             Forgive me if I don’t answer when you hail at my name

             For the name mista smith gave me 
             Has a different tone, an unfamiliar beat
             To the name you persistently call me with
             Like a frightened mother who screams for her lost child
             And only to hear the echoes of her own voice

           We were stolen
           Captured like hunted antelopes
           Only this hunter had no love
           We were herded of onto a boat 
           And shipped of to an unknown destination
           A land that had no sunshine
           A climate that was so cold it cracked my soft skin
           And offered no shea butter to grease my cracked wounds

           Forgive us if we do not bear our tribal marks
           Forgive me if my hips do not move ceremoniously to the drumbeat
           For I’m of mixed breed
           Part British and Part Spanish

           I am a descendant of a slave girl
           A property that mista smith could enjoy a t his own convenience
           A property that he could explore
           Benefits of hips, and my upright breast
           And the rhythmic of my waist-beads

           I heard you cry out
           I cried back

           I was your untouched child
           But I became part of mista smith property
           Part of his wealth and livestock
           And a property cannot be raped

           Hush, do not weep
           For we have survived, we have journeyed home

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Stop your stressing 
Look at this life is worst than the great depression 
Ma looks at the gun 
Yeah I got a pistol but I'm not the only one
You got to realize I’m not just your son
I’m the gutter son
And this pistol is among many ma
Because the gutter got so many sons 
And for me not to carry 
It would be scary 
Because homie down the street said it was no need 
Now remember ma yesterday old dude was buried
School is not going to educate you 
To watch your back 
Get money fast enough to feed you today 
Protect your life and save your life before tomorrow
I can’t borrow from the textbooks, money 
I need to eat I need shoes on my feet 
Now stop your stressing ma 
Yell I be out there with my daddy
You know his name the streets 
Though it’s not a person it’s the only thing that reaches me 
The Conner block sign should have been my last name 
Because I stay posted and I state claim 
So stop your stressing ma 
I’m being a man, I’m not afraid 
This life is testing 
And I’m going to pass it today 
Now listen to everything you say
Because in reality it’s not the gutter way
So stop your stressing ma
Yeah your son carrying a gun 
You got to understand this one is among so many ma

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The Angel of Hatred and Death

I hated who I was before
And I hated my previous life
I was too weak 
And very passive
I was not fit to be in this world…
So I was thrown into Hell
Swallowed by the Lake of Fire
And the end result
Was my rebirth
And now I’m back to correct my mistake

Hatred and anger fuel my body
I arise from the dead better than I was before
People that took advantage of me
Will now suffer the consequences of their actions!

Ooohhh…Look at what you brought upon yourselves
Ooohhh…The chaos that I cause will be the beginning
Ooohhh…No longer is my name the same, but the Angel of Death!

Now my heart has changed
It is black and hard like a diamond
Never again
Will I open my heart
To anyone for they take advantage…
Pray to God for forgiveness
For I won’t be so forgiving
Because once they’re done
I will silence them
And wipe them off the face of the earth!

With the Sword of Destruction in my right hand
I will slash the earth, purifying it
Chaos, death, and doom will be brought by me
And so the earth shall be reborn, forming a new Genesis!

Ooohhh…There will be fire falling down like the rain
Ooohhh…Not a single soul will be spared by me
Ooohhh…The world will come to know me as the Angel of Hatred!

Fear me and hide for that is they can do
Hate me and mock me for it won’t last too long
Say goodbye to your loved ones, for you won’t see them again
By the time that they are dead, they won’t see Heaven or Hell!

Ooohhh…Look at what you brought upon yourselves
Ooohhh…The chaos that I cause will be the beginning
Ooohhh…No longer is my name the same, but the Angel of Death!
Ooohhh…There will be fire falling down like the rain
Ooohhh…Not a single soul will be spared by me
Ooohhh…The world will come to know me as the Angel of Hatred!
Ooohhh…Now they know the pain that I had to go through
Ooohhh…There will be no mercy given by me
Ooohhh…The Angel of Hatred and Death has spoken!!!

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Sweet Dreams And Good Night


                   I gently whisper your name in the breeze
	And it echoes quickly through the trees
	In my soul you answer me
	For that's where your spirit is bonded with me
	Separated in this time are we
	Yet joined in soul for eternity
	Though I will never fell the touch of your hand
	Or walk with you upon this land
	Yet I know you are here
	And I can always feel you near
	So I whisper you name on this night
	To wish you sweet dreams and good night

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Just Jesus

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, the sweetest name I know.
I'll spread the word of His goodness, and tell it everywhere I go.
Oh, my Saviour Jesus, how majestic is thy name,
Without your love and presence, my life would ne'er be the same.
Oh, that great name Jesus, such wonders to perform,
 I have that blessed assurance while I'm safe in His loving arm.
Oh, my precious Jesus, who died to set me free,
The cross is such a comfort to be nearer my God to Thee.
Just speak the name of Jesus, the name I truly love,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, the Son of God above.

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My Father's pen

The ink flows in my veins, it drips as I cry
I figured life was joy
I was wrong, for there is much evil walking in our streets
Lies upon lies, death herself points at me
Who am I to pretend of joy, when I break inside
I bleed, I shall not bare any seed
O' how I desire to be a father yet I weep I may not see the day
Cast unto me your burden as I drown in tears already half dead and all I have is my name
Why must I deny to be poor, to be worth nothing
As I, who am I
Father embrace me as I break
In the eyes of the inocent I see myself being judged beyond content
And I fall to my knees as I know death will swallow my dreams
She will sit on my hopes to be
Will I too go down as nothing in history
Let the pages be blank, write in my name as I love my name
It marked me when I was born and the first ray of light and sin crept into my eyes
I see not tomorrow
I can't peek into the sunset for I am consumed by sorrow
Plea, O' Father I plea to Your name
Deliver me from this heart ache
Free me so that I may at last find peace
I drown lower in strife and and I grow weak
Will You strengthen the ones who shall see me pass and love me?
I beg, to my humble view Father I trust in You
The clouds spit onto me, as I
Eduardo is the name you gave me and I shall embrace it for You my God are my all
Age sit on me, and I grow in time seeing twenty-one years of life I cry out
For my future, as I am to be what?
I sing, and I weep to my pain
Will tomorrow bring me back, or will I still fear the rain
I love my name, Eduardo, Father I am your pen
Allow not the ink that flows in my vains to dry
Surely You know that if it does I will die
Father in your keep I leave my life as You gave it me, only You can take it

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I'm not afraid of the devil you made
Because you made me the devil
I must confess, something's grown in my chest
It hasn't made me a rebel
Make my hell into something you can sell
But something no one can ever love
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Though you may have blinded some

Me, a name I call myself
But not my real name
Just a disease you've passed onto me
To stay the same

You are afraid of the reasons you stayed
Because you stayed for the fear
Be glad you can choose which limb you lose
Whenever life isn't quite so dear
If you suggest we die like the rest
I'll leave you here to rot alone
But if you force me to carry misery
I'll come to find all my life is gone

Me, a name I call myself
But not my real name
Just a disease you've passed onto me
To stay the same

I wish I was an only son
Death is my sister, my brother is a gun
I wish I was an only son
Your name is one
To me, it's none

Me, a name I call myself
But not my real name
Just a disease you've passed onto me
To stay the same

Just a disease
Just a disease
Just a disease
To play the game

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In the advent season we celebrate the new born king
the Son who was sent as a gift, a promise everlasting
and in spite of the darkness, our misery, and of our strife
our disillusion, disassociation and disenfranchisement with life
God made us a promise and a child was sent to us
and we only need to say His name it's Christ Jesus

If you try the Spirit, then go by the Spirit you will always find
that the power of God is omnipotent and omnipresent for all time
and whenever God gives you a word consider the situation done
for His word will always determine the final and ultimate outcome
it's the reason for the season, the birth of Our Savior
the Prince of Peace who was sent to modify our sinful behavior
so full of righteousness, mercy, grace and trust
and all you need to do is say the name Christ Jesus

Yet the one thing that mankind can't seem to comprehend
is that God operates on kyros time and not the chronos time of men
He's aware of all the troubles that we are going through
He knows that the adversary is always trying to tempt you
He sees all the darts and arrows that life at us has thrown
He desires that we learn we cannot do it all alone
for to wait is the pace that leads to God's grace

Our God is not a god who reigns from afar
He came in the flesh and His sign was a star
He reduced Himself and came to earth as a lowly servant
Emanuel was His name and His manner was most observant
God is now here and He dwells among us
just say His name it's Christ Jesus

There's power in that name when you shout it out
and whenever you call on Him, He will remove all of your doubts
He will lift you up whenever you're feeling down
He will place you on sacred and higher ground
His name will give you the power to be blessed
just say the name whenever you're feeling stressed
just say the name the name Jesus Christ
and allow the Holy Spirit into your life

Jehovah Jireh my provider, Jehovah Nissi my battle fighter
Jehovah Shalom my giver of peace, Jehovah Rophe my everlasting relief

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Life and Death

Fragile weak and feeble
Body aching with pain from head to toe
Barely remembering my name half the time
Never knowing when it’s my time to “go”

Unable to fully care for myself
The simplest tasks seem so far out of reach
Feeding, grooming and bathing on my own
Appear to have become obsolete

Hitting my golden retirement years
Many plans and much traveling to do
Working a life-time in the business world
Hopes and dreams I now have time to pursue

My family is finally complete now 
My oldest still attending high-school
Financially stable and secure at last
Providing my children with independent tools

Struggling feverishly on a daily basis
Just trying to make ends meet
Beginning a new career and family
Never having a moment to take a seat

Finished with college and searching
For a soul mate until the end of time
That one special person in the universe
As we’re well within our prime

Immature and co-dependent
Still holding on tightly to mom and dad
Caring about nothing than friends and partying
And how many things you can actually do bad

Hitting puberty and awkward
An emotional basket case at best
Making your new friends in Jr. High
Hoping that time will fill in the rest

Sweet innocent and perky 
Bursting with unbelievable energy galore
Running ramped through your childhood
Never realizing there would be so much more

A beautiful child is born today
Perfect complexion body and face
One happy perfect baby
The entire world at your fingertips to embrace

Unable to care alone for itself
Very tiny fragile and weak
Tasks as feeding and bathing
Are tasks that are to become so bleak

Barely remembering its name half the time
Its body aching from head to toe
So you see birth and death are quite similar
Strolling through life’s many difficult plateaus 

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It Is It Can

It's just a feeling that's always there
I feel shaken up like a soda's fizz
It's something that I always will bear
I know inside what it is

It can take over me
It can take over you
From it you can never be free
I can tell you the name and the name is true

It can rule your life 
Though it's not visible like new spring dew
It can cause much strife
You know what it is you feel it too

It can cause pain
But causes no lesions
It leaves no stains
It is confusion

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A Tightening in the throat, 
a shifting in the sand. 
A movement: 
 near my heart ------------------when. 
I hear ewe name or see ewe name on the letterhead. 
A snail mail letter or just an email too. 
Anything at all from ewe causes me to change 
the way I sit the way I move the way I seem to be. 
Completely at ewe mercy is how i want to stay, 
i love ewe i love ewe i love ewe 
a broken record stuck in a groove 
words of love and time to tell ewe 
there would be no end to days of love 
theres only one thing left to say 

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Hello, my name is Gossip.
I am nobody's friend.

I pick and choose the people I feed.
Once I tarnish a reputation, it's never the same.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.

My victims are helpless.

I flourish at every level of society.
To track me down is impossible.

The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
No one can protect themselves against me.
I can disguise my face.

The more I am quoted the more I am believed.

I topple government.
I wreck marriages.

I maim without killing.
I break hearts. I ruin lives.

I am cunning and malicious.
I gather strength with age.
I have no respect for justice.

My name is Gossip.

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I am...

I am Gabrielle Owen
you know my name 
you don't know me
so quick to judge
trying to break me
think twice
I walk waiting, contemplating
I sit contemplating, waiting
you laugh because I'm different
I laugh because your all the same
too hard for most to understand
lyrically superior to your immature thinkings
get out of my head 
making me nauseous
you will never know me 
what a shame
can not get passed the black
won't even try
you see me there 
all alone
feeling so sorry
gossip to your friends
ever wonder why I'm alone?
in reality all you have are your possesions
what i have is not worldly
what i have is a mind of my own
quite hard to find
My name is Gabrielle Owen 
and you will never know me.

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My Name

My first name is ‘Disconnected’
Middle name is ‘Lazy’
Last name ‘Daydreamer’

I live in the state of ‘Constant Want’
Near the city of ‘Desperation’
My house is located on ‘Barely Making it Avenue’

My main desire has been ‘Living my own Life’
Yet my actions in obtaining it are ‘Freddy the Freeloader’
Please Lord, change me!  Make me who You meant for me to be

Give me the strength to stand up, courage to take a chance 
Fill me with Your love and Spirit that I not fear failure
That I may be a blessing to others and glorify You

Forgive me for living as my name states
I know they are not the name that You gave me
Yet they are the ones I took upon myself

Now with You, Lord … My first name is ‘Joyful Singing’
Middle name ‘Thankful Spirit’,  last name ‘Saved by Grace’.
I am a child of God, living in Your Care!

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I hope
You are safe
From your desire
From the tatoes
you drawn on me
From the name you gave me
From the name i gave you.

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Bespoke The Name Unknown

Surf the clutch of drifting hair, 
The breeze of perfume caught the aspect, 
Her face poised to kiss the world 
And lip-synch my sullen ego. 
This and that and everything 
Bespoke the name unknown.

Claws the benediction near 
With Venus lines in every respect 
To blend my palmistry into clones 
And bless my longing eyes. 
This and that and everything 
Bespoke the name unknown.

Divulge the guarded secret wish 
That dared to dream and in reflect 
Did drive my tentative advance 
And blow my dust away. 
This and that and everything 
Bespoke the name unknown.

Brush the arc of dipping moon, 
The night bird cry of freeborn reflex, 
Of moral fibre in the instinct 
And hold her beauty tight. 
This and that and everything 
Bespoke the name unknown.

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A Mother Pleas

A Mother Pleas
A True Story
He was only seven when she lost him. Her name is Francis eye did not get his 
name but he is 23 now and if you can read this poem boy your mother is in 
Tucson alive and riding on the bus. My name is not important and eye look for no 
reward just contact pleas your mother for she is aPARENTly annoyed at missing 
you at last and wanting love. What is a life real life worth at least a poem and a 
hope. A love eye heard her speak so calm about you she is never given up.

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I had a dream the other night,
I woke up scared so full of fright.

Our Savior stood up on a hill,
This dream I dreamed it seemed so real.

Reading from a book these special names
I stood there and watched as the people came.

The names He read were His chosen ones,
But my name was not called, what have I done.

As their name was called I stood and watched them disappear,
And He looked at me like I was not even there.

Father I pleaded what had I done that was so very wrong,
You’re filled with bitterness is why you do not belong.

The pain I felt had tore me apart,
Unforgiveness had filled and darkened my heart.

This evil thing had claimed my place,
And stole from me my Saviors grace.

I watched and cried as they left that day,
I wished this dream would go away.

As I sat up on the edge of my bed,
Filed with shame as I hung my head.

Help me Father to overcome this hate filled spirit don’t let it win,
I turn to You, help me to make this bitterness end.

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Showing Off

We're not showing off
And we won't put it off-
We're just praising the name of Jesus
But if we're showing off
Still we won't put it off-
We'll keep praising the name of Jesus   (Chorus)

There are those who think the Lord requires a solemn face
And there are those who quench His Spirit in this place
But there are those who sing and shout with hands and hearts to raise
And they are those who're free to give God all their praise

And if we're getting on your nerve-
And if we don't fit your format-
Well we've got a God to serve-
And we know it's going to take all that
He's pleased with that-	  (Bridge)


There are those who feel they know just how much it takes
And there are those who say we're going through a phase
So there are those who clap and dance with hands and hearts to raise
And they are those who're free to give God all their praise

(Bridge)    (Chorus)

Praise Him for his goodness, praise Him for his love
Praise Him with your voices, praise Him all ye lands
Praise Him with the timbrel and all your instruments
Praise Him with a loud noise, sing and clap your hands  (Repeat)

(Bridge)  (Chorus)

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On Bended Knees

Though my transgressions are many,
though my virtues are few,
though at times I’d forgotten You,
You did not give up on me.

On bended knees to You I pray,
on bended knees your name I say,
bless this soul that come to Thee,
teach me, Lord, your way.

In this life of pain and sorrow,
hope is so hard to find.
I know You’re there watching over me,
shaping my life night and day.

You have been so kind to me, Lord,
You’ve been a friend all along,
many a time I had doubted You,
now at last I see the light.

Let me give back what I have taken,
let me atone for my sins,
hear this prayer that I pray to Thee,
I’ll praise your name till the end.

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Thinking Of You

Part of growing up is learning to forgive, I made mistakes but I never forget the 
beautiful things you did, when you talk it may seem like I’m not listening to a word 
you say, but if you tell me your problems I’ll try my best to kiss them all away, my 
heart is fragile and can be broken easily, they say love is blind but I can see you 
clearly, when I hear your name I can’t go wrong, the name came from a beautiful 
mom, you are a person that is nice and kind, and when I think of gorgeous you 
come to my mind, it’s just like the saying never say never, you and me are for life 
but our love is forever.

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The Earth's soul, sun, refutes thy space
because without thee, I stand open with no face
to call thy name the way I cry,
and lift some rigid temple that implies
my will is not of God and thee,
but only second try,
and lastly gain reply ~

I want to call thy name as I,
without the wind repeating in my eye.

For only thy revere, not reasons why!

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My Aunt in California, she called to tell me good morning.
Her name is Tu, it's true and she's a gem of an Auntie too.

From Vietnam she came, in the year past my mother's flame.
With her eyes she looked at me, in her smile, my mother I see.
Her voice a reminder to me, that my family is near.
Dear to my heart  while far apart, her words wash away my fear.

A charm of broken accent, her words are heaven sent.
"You smaaa and much to gib, big heaaar and li to lib"

You're smart she says, with much to give, a big heart you have.
There's life to  live!  A charm of broken accent, her words so pure
when sent.  

Deciphering is what I did, through my life the words they gave.
Through the times of love and pain, charm of the broken...
whisper my name.

"I go to America schoo, wor tree job to do"
"I come here at forty fi, go to schoo when I forty.Ni"
"I cry, becau no one know my nam"

I love my Auntie True.  Her name my friend, is Tu.

She came at 45, went to med school at 49, 
learning English at the same time.

Now as I sit in rhyme... 
I find courage in broken chimes.

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Do You Know The Way?


I knew this man who's life was tormented with pain.
   And every other word out of the mans mouth was the Lords name in vain.
He said just look what God has done to me.
   He's cripled my body, He's to blame don't you see.
I don't suppose the drugs or the booze could have caused any thing.
   Or the life that you led, could this be the name of the song that you sing.
Have you ever repented, or accepted Jesus as your Savior?
   I really didn't think so, not with this behavior.
Friend I tell you this as was told to me.
   Jesus is the answer He holds the key.
He's the one you turn to in your hour of need.
   Not to the bottle, or that little bag of weed.
He's the one that can deliver and give eternal peace.
   And through His power all your demons He will 
release.                                                                            But you must seek forgiveness 
for the things which you have done.
   He died for you, and he forgave your sins each and every one.
Nailed to that cross was God's only Son.
   If you don't reach out to Jesus, then the old devil has won.
So give the devil his dues and let Christ be your way.
   Trust in our Lord, Friend please do it today.

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On The Shores Of An Unnamed Sea

On the shores of an unnamed sea
I profess my hidden honesty
On the coast I recall
The memories of my sunken ship
A hundred lives lost in the name of one
And so I name this body of wasteful water
The sea of disoriented dreams and lost lives

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People from my past

    I hate seeing people from my past and I know it may sound bad to say that but you were apart 
of me like a glove; you stole a piece of my heart from the first glance. I hate it when they mention 
your name especially because it makes my heart skip a beat. It never fails in my mind I just 
count the seconds until they enter your name into the conversation. You were truly magnificent 
and people will always talk about you but that doesn't mean I want to hear it. Even though I can't 
help but smile whenever I hear about you I get upset whenever the news isn't good. I can't help 
being stuck on you like glue... I want you but your miles away and I can't reach. A confused look 
comes across my face everytime I get back to feeling like a 13 year old. You were in my day 
dreams and in my head whenever my forehead hit the pillow I was thinking about you. So why 
now I mean how after all this time could I still want you to be mines? I am constantly confused 
and I am constantly upset that what I want I can never get.

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HIV they say that's your name 
So who's the blame 
Who created this awful name 
Your weak to me can't you see 
You'll never be apart of me 
I have a voice to make a choice 
To protect myself from someone else 
Condoms are free for you and me 
Don't be a victim of society 
Make the choice and be the voice 
And protect yourself from someone else 
Be wise in what you do 
So HIV won't enter you 

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In the end ill have questions was i realy in love with "men" who's smile could 
brighten up whole america. in the end ill have questions was my last name 
realy "Trotter" the name every body under the god for saken sun questiond was i 
realy me my soul myself. in the end ill  ask was i realy myself was i realy who i 
thought i was or was i somethig i wasnt at the begining of 1988 the 11 day of july 
in the end ill ask a question and hopeing for you to answere it and not to see you 
pause on one single question "IN THE END ILL  A QUESTION "May i Can i ask a 

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One Man's Fridays

This stool is so comfortable at the end of the bar
Never needing to look up, the barkeep knows my request
With the bills sprayed out before me, the drinks keep coming

Quietly, I would sit at Jake’s bar each Friday evening
Minding my own business, until this killer of a woman
Came through the door and took the stool next to me
Her name was Adelaide, an old-fashioned name
And so appropriate, as she drank her old-fashioneds
She was stunning, from head to toe, adorned in the best
One would think she was the richest in the world
One would be wrong.

She got to talking one evening with me and I could see
She wasn’t at all what she appeared to be or tried to portray
She had a need to be there at this bar, as I
Her life was rough, abusive father, mother died young.
She lived with and aunt who tried her best,
But it came a little too late in life.
She had her share of abusive relationships 
and needed to forget them, the past.

My name? 
Well it is of no importance as I am just a prop within the story
She said I had a great ear and seeing me each week brought joy
I cannot lie, I started to enjoy our time together each week
Each Thursday evening I would get my attire ready for the next day
Thinking, possibly, for one moment, it would please her
Each Friday, like clockwork, she arrived, she sat, we talked
We, for a brief moment in the span of a lifetime, shared something

Fridays come each week and months have passed since her last visit
I read in the paper some time ago about an untimely accitdent
Between a New York City taxi and a pedestrian
Her name was mentioned once
Listed as not having any next of kin, sad
It didn’t even make the front page, just a blurb on a latter page
She was definitely more than that, to me anyway

This stool is so comfortable at the end of the bar
Never needing to look up, the barkeep knows my request
With the bills sprayed out before me, the drinks keep coming