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Details | I do not know? | |

Skin Deep

     I love you just the way you are
(after they buff that awful scar)
and laser the tattoos over your heart
I'm sure we're destined never to part
     Remember to tuck up that cute
double chin
     and put those buttocks back where
they'd been
     Do ask about Lypo and
wax that moustache
and while you are at it get those teeth
that flash
     A beautiful smile in no time they say
it Looks great and it seems such a small
price to pay
     For love such as ours that
withstands any crisis
     so while you are there just look
into the prices
     of permanent lashes and
green contacts honey
     and buy some new clothes
for it's well worth the money
a wig or a dye job will top
off the look
     and get those new nails that
we saw in that book
     I love you for you
but it's so plain to see
There's really a much better you
you can be
     So call me next year
after all transformations
(I'm sure you'll exceed all of
my expectations)
     Just fax me a photo
I'll show it with pride
But remember I love you
for the you that's inside!


Details | Lyric | |

Code Red: Army of Gods

She was intelligent enough not to tell the gentleman of
The access card to her madness of heart
He played strong suits in case his suitcase didn't make
The pursuit in hand soon cut to the chase
 
But this is business at its finest
When we promised we wouldn't try this 'cause
It's an -ism that isn't auto
Like the condition in my blood flow
Don't you know oh
You didn't know
 
And now it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby an arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
 
I fight emotionless
Since in my soul there's less
We're in suit
But you get the credit while they edit out the sects
Oh it's enough
Baby the -ism's from above
 
So it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby the arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
 
And she's in my arms
Like a victim of love
Yes in my arms
My victim from above


Details | Rhyme | |

A Pirates Tale

A Pirate's Tale

Fishers fish and merchants drift
But pirates search and seek and sift
They show their wealth with coins they spit   
While honest men give honest gifts 

A fletcher rises with the day 
His arrows up and sailed away 
The hunters come, and simply say 
There's cheaper arrows at pirate-bay

The fletcher fletched to get the price 
To fetch a necklace for his wife 
But all those jewels were laid to rest
Beneath the dirt in pirate chests...

A pirate brings them back to air 
And gives them to a maiden fair 
He drinks, and thinks, and learns with time
Her necklace will not ever shine 


By Kyle Ezra Kriticos


Details | Rhyme | |

You Were The Best Mother,




Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Acrostic | |

Love came down at Christmas

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

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

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

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


Details | Alliteration | |

Banana Boat Bob

<                        Banana ~ boat ~ Bob ~ is ~ a ~ slippery..... Boob
                          Thought ~ that ~  this ~ town ~ lost ~ it's .... groove
                          No ~ spice  ~  no ~  life ~ no  .... nothing
                          Little ~ lost ~ boy ~ now ~ looks ~ for ~ his ~ Lucy's ....  ring


                          When ~ where ~ what ~ or ~ even ......  why
                          I'll ~ inquire ~ insist ~ innovate ~ or ~ even  ..... lie
                          His ~ history ~ of ~ having ~ such ~ big ....... hamstrings
                          Maybe ~ even ~ mighty ~ magical ~ musical ~ fruits ~ and .... greens



                         Or ~ having ~ big ~ over-sized ~ onions ~ olives  ~ and ..... Kiwi
                         screw ~ this ~ he's ~ scum  ~ skewered ~ tossed ~ back ~ to ... sea
                         Poor ~ precious ~ pretty ~  Lucy ~  got .......    pranked
                         Cause ~ curious ~ Bob ~ couldn't ~ control ~ love ~ so ~ he ....  sank

              

                        All ~ alone ~ and ~ now ~ very .... angry
                        Drowing ~ deep ~ in ~ own ~ do-do  ~ droppings .... whopie 
                        Luscious ~ Lucy ~ now ~ can ~ look ~ long ~ and ...... hard
                        For ~ another ~ fast ~ floating ~ free ~ salemens ~ not ~ selling.... lard



Entry For
Linda Marie's
Luscious Love Lingers Contest
G.L. All


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

Debit My Heart, Credit Accounts Miserable

Every time I see you,
You make my day.

Has anyone ever made you feel that way?

Every time I see you working diligently
I stop and distract you for a while

We practice some small talk,
I try not to smile

I awkwardly then leave,
Grin and wave.
I tell you "Good Luck!", "Goodbye!" and "Behave!"

When you ask me questions,
I ramble on for days
Because I get so nervous 
And only want to stay.

But what I'm really interested in is you.
How you feel and what you're up to

You're the only person in the world
That can make me look forward to accounting
Whenever I walk into class
My heart is pounding.

Just hoping that I can maybe catch your eye

Most of the times I don't 
Because you are glued to your book
But all I'm asking for is a simple look.

Not a wink, a wave, a smile, or a "hello"
Just a little thing to let me know

That perhaps I can make it into your mind.


Details | Free verse | |

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Free verse | |

Porno

She walked towards me 
And felt my skin.

Without touching me.

She undressed
Her texture bare
But why should I care.

She doesn’t love me.

I don’t love her.

We only act 
When the script is written
When the stage is set
While the camera’s rolling.

A fake desire
A fabricated connection
A counterfeit romance.

A pretended love.

This is strictly business 
This is professional.

This is sick.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Let's Have A Party

<                                       wedding's party together
                                         leave space missing attendents
                                         brides grooms best man maids honor
                                         forget not thy rings

                                                                                  
                                         
                                         petals strewn on red carpet 
                                         notable winks for moms dads
                                         confetti strewn high in air
                                         board open carriage



Entry For 
Dr's Ram Mehta's 
Wedding Rehearsal
Dodoitsu Contest  
GL All


Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

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

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

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

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


The Present:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Diamante | |

Outshine

Money practical, coveted buying, selling, owning cash, fund, generosity, trust hoping, feeling, sharing pure, honest Love


Details | Lyric | |

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


Details | Ballade | |

Velvet maiden

For my very special lady who inspires me to write

Velvet Maiden

Velvet maiden of the dawn
You graceful butterfly
You touch my heart with all of you
And me, I’ll not deny
That I be mesmerized by you
Your anthem plays within
I look at you; a symphony begins…

I see you there my Aphrodite
My rose of tenderness
And something deep within me stirs
And does my heart caress
As heartstrings start off one by one
A symphony of love
And makes the heavens resonate, above.

A long, long time ago, my love
You crashed into my life
You married me, you nurtured me
I caused you so much strife
For you my heart is flowing deeply
With love so very true
I love you babe, I’ll tell the world “I do”

Rose of love, how I love you
How I breath your essence daily
You’re a sweet and tender butterfly
And I would say to thee
My velvet maiden, I be yours
Oh, I be yours forever
Yes, I’ll be yours until the twelfth of never




Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Words From My Thoughts

I spent the days looking at the ground
I thought the world had clipped my wings
I spent the hours saying I felt down
I had no strength. I felt entangled in things
And then I hear you called me (Godson)
I set my face into the breeze
I lift my head. I spread my wings and I am free
My heart was heavy in the valley down below
My soul was empty, void of love

My sight was cloud by the dust the world blows
So I set my mind on earth not things above
But now your lifts me up 
From the sick bed in which i lie groaning
I will not be conquered, I am destined for your love
Courage is three letter words
Real courage is saying YES to life
Not backing down when faced with adversity
courage is acting with fear, not without it
Angel! I really love you deep down my heart.

Life is filled with challenges and opportunities
Mountains to be climbed conquered with others to follow
When you are no longer interested in climbing mountains
to see other mountains to climbed, life is over
Vision sees the invisible
Believes the incredible
And then receives the impossible
This makes the blood never to run cold
Because loves for the path of the future lives
A mind that makes Success my QUEEN


Details | Burlesque | |

What is next

I have been looking for my dream car, 1971 Chevelle. Carrying out dreams and goals are not bad things at all. There is a positive on this. I have a very vivid mind and it goes to work from time to time. Thats a feeling. It is hard for Ek to remember things. How i Feel. Song. Everyone thinks people are there to help them but everyone is out for themselves not trying to help each other out. It is all a dream she would have done this and she would have done that but she did not reply. Where did the girls go was the questions asked by all the guys and then discussed by the girls as they drive off. You were drunk, rambling, and you ran them away. Pure 3-2718space240Dash Bravo. What is this you ask? You can put pure in front of anything and sell It.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | Rhyme | |

MANIPULATION INTENTION

preying on the weak,
lingering on moments of threats.
malignant with conditions;
troubled impositions,
impossible corrections,
dire solutions.
hidden web of agendas,
more than a fast pace phase.
lying behind masks,
random rat race.
morbid and cruel;
with vague and serious intent,
never really content,
collaborating underhandedness,
with no elaborate weakness,
creeping shiftiness,
just to make a statement,
some sort of scandalous entertainment.
like a ploy of trained murder,
hot to the very extent of malice!


Details | Romanticism | |

Trust is Stronger than Silver and Gold

Oh he who walks out on a beautiful maiden,
shall lose everything near and dear to his heart,
for he were true,
he'd leave all the silver and gold to be with his woman.
Love is true,
and truth is courage that tests a gentleman's faith.

Oh love be with me, but without trust,
what is love then without trust.
Living life in a panic and worry,
is not a true life to live.
Truth be told, a true gentleman
shall see his own to be faithful and he shall shower his love
with passion and trust.

Love is trust and trust is love,
be true and love till no time is left on Earth.
be truthful to your love,
and be truthful to yourself.
Love is beautiful,
do not waste such a passionate gift.

.12.19.2013.


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Another Day In Paridice

don't shake the ground, 
don't shake the ground from beneath my feet cause it might crumble from the sound. 
The sound of music the sound of your voice, 
give me your hand and ill make you pick a choice. 

The choice you never had to make and realize you were in a song,
you and I were together so happy and so in love and for so long. 
Now we apart and i still feel something for you and it's not going good, 
I live my life to the fullest right now and commit it to the hood. 

And now life has fallen has fallen to its hands,
we all go out playing with our big ass bands. 
I love you and i love us both, 
that's what we do and we make this life life last like an oath.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Free verse | |

freedom

some ****ed in the mouth, put blades
He was not absurd
to give us words.
we have given ourselves
to appear more beautiful
to love otherwise
criminals 
to be perfect
we do not feel alone
+ need to explain
why and how, etc.. 
all are funny
and finally I do not understand 
Where is He in all of this!?

look
Can it and shout:
Oh, my God!
but I must take care
to pray
not be afraid
to forget all the words
me to stay away
because some of they make a love of this things
just for them.


Details | Free verse | |

Dead City

Calculations of grief take stock in the supermarket pavement
midnight streets first impression to the concrete placement
black recycled oil stains painting with wires tired and lazy
contained by the curves a labyrinth never ceasing to amaze me
lights like traffic dividing and conquering political geometry
Swamping gutters that clutter to find thicker narrow cholesterol flow
her chambers revolving inconsistent choking the pollution control
grinding and teething on the construction houses like shallow holes
where the ghost engage in masquerades of timeless music searching for a soul
I once was a member of the census proudly standing above the cellars below
now I cringe hidden in the chimneys  industrial disaster of the acid bath
Our hearts no longer echo off the gravity now rusted by the aftermath
tomorrow I know how sad ill look back at the present auctioned  to the past
I could of done better had I convinced my heart sooner than last
But like lovers who waited too long in the snow I over endulged arrogantly masked
Defeated and broken by the machines of the cold driven under by the murderous frost
In a dead city buried alive haunting  progress unforgiven like always and completely lost


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FIRST GLANCE EMBRACE

                                              
                                               FIRST GLANCE EMBRACE

  (HER STORY)

                                                      She grabbed his voice
                                                     Though conference din
                                                     Sought to win his gaze--
                                              But crowds of gabbers tottered in...
                                        He missed the sexy nod she sent his way--
                                      Distracted by a phone call--faded from his day.

                                                         But oh, that face....
                                                      Would not be gone....
                                                                 wild
                                                      bony visage--home
                                                          of passion's eyes--
                                                       Fate teased in him
                                                           her Paradise--

                                                                   an 
                                                            Upward Man
                                                   Brash Upward Plans--
                                    Of course, his heart must be attached--

                                                       Her stubborn mind
                                                    holds fast to dreams,
                                                         bows to Fate--
                                                   but loathe to schemes....

                                                        In sultry dreams
                                                       The night is theirs
                                                          Palm to Palm--
                                                    All answered Prayers.

                                                            Eyes exult
                                                      Besieged by bliss--
                                                     becalmed threshold
                                                          of moonlit kiss

                                                       she Owns his Face
                                                 sweet charmed caressing
                                                     that leaves no trace
                                                       but silent blessing


                                                               (His Story)
                                                              

                                                           Over a shoulder
                                                             behind a pole
                                                            he saw a face
                                                     that grabbed his soul
                                                           wild hair so red
                                                       his heart caught fire
                                                          hands of grace
                                                      could capture choirs

                                                          Laugh of bells
                                                       tolled 'cross the hall
                                                        just as he moved
                                                            he had a call--
                                          stepped out in search of quiet space,
                                                           cut short his call
                                                          yet lost her face--

                                                           She was gone...
                                                            Another man?
                                                            Abysmal sight....
                                                            a f_cking awful
                                                           maddening plight.

                                                         He's lost his chance,
                                                          in town One Night.

                                                         Her essence brands,
                                                         Flays bare his heart--

                                                          But business swirls
                                                        Worlds...seas apart--

                                                                 Mellifluous
                                                            tho' hard to place
                                                     She is a tune he can't erase


                                                            the Dreamers tryst
                                                            shake clouds above
                                                               Moon Shadows
                                                                      Glow--
                                                              She nuzzles love
                                                            and slips o-er him
                                                              in  Passion's Glove.

V. Anderson-Throop


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Stress

I am giving up
The stress is past the point of throwing up
Every day the same routine
The repetition has become obscene
My hands are blistered, sore and torn
While my face looks old a worn
If my nerves are bent any more
I will snap at the middle and break at the core
Just a little break
To relieve me from more than  can take
A rest for the weary is all I ask
A little relief from this stressful task


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The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Love Lost it's Value

Wait, or not it is only going to bring us tragedy or happiness
Gentle yes is wisdom's way to say please listen i cry out this one man is one for you
When u Was struggling with the spirit of loneliness he lifted away and brushed it off you
He showered you with love but never mentioned much about the word
Foolish men they say love is this love is that just to flatter you
But now visualize an ice burg hear the ice crack
Its breaking their words now I give love its life back
Crushed diamonds jump out these lines here
They blow up because they ate bombs coming out in lightyears
Love no dirty  words at all have no itching ears for it is lust disguised there
Sure I come just in time like i who am i I be damned no man has ever decided 
so I had job God gave me an assignment
Look at the title Love Is.... what? Love is a Palace. I was like okay go ahead and try me copy my style duplicate me if you think you can outbox me. I'm like damn this is inspiring I have the greatest love for the pilot of a fighter plane. So just sit there and take it I change guns and you become the target of my Missels. I open bottom door drop out an atomic bomb. Call the president up and say sir its my pleasure to tell you" press the red button"
Now here comes the nuclear missel
Oh my God I just killed us all.
Now ain't Love a touchy subject.


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Lovers, Strangers

I was the steely clang of morning’s haste

that thrashed its way into your lucidity.

You were the hungover smile that I 

flashed by, grabbing still muddy work boots 

for another 2 week rotation on a 

lonely patch of blood and sweat. 

I was the long phone call,

and the expensive day dream.

You were the haggard photograph,

kept on every bedside hotel room table. 

Lovers,

Strangers,

Lovers,

…Strangers

The phone calls grew shorter.

The rotations home,

felt less like

                   …home

I was the steely clang in your

search for normalcy

and your smile

                    …hungover

began to rust in the sweat 

I brought home,

even in my oil stained hands.

We grew apart,

ripped the tether

that bound suburbia 

to the rig floor where

I worked to keep that smile

hungover until I could 

bring home a coffee grin.

But you were tired of waiting. 

I can’t blame you, for that. 

But even here, 

now…

I miss the smell of vodka

and cherry lip balm. 

I miss your tired eyes,

winking goodbye at 4 a.m;

and the way they 

shined when I flew

back home.

The steely clang of morning is 

here, once again. 

But this time, I’m in no rush.

I grab my boots, now clean and shined,

and wonder if you’re just as hungover…

as I am. 

-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.


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It's all your fault

I want to talk,
Talk it through,
Talk about me,
And talk about you.

Lately it's been hard,
All of your work,
And around the kids,
You're such a jerk.

Well it's not my fault,
You're the one who chose,
A bakers dozen,
Of kids, yes those.

How can i know,
The future Shane,
You haven't been,
Through the blood and the pain.

Hey, I've been working hard,
To keep our home,
We're nearly bankrupt,
And you know that dome,

That you bought for our dog,
I mean come on honey,
I work and i work,
But you spend all the money.

I don't care for this rubbish,
I care not for you,
Get out of my house,
And i'm keeping Lulu!


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Reminders of the King

Oh vain man who casts his will
do not you know that all plans laid
with hope to control the flow of spill
molded the breath who universe has made
 
Know you not that time and chance
the one who has formed your clay
can be changed upon his glance
has allowed you to have your way
 
Bright hope is man with Plan
and like scroll his plan is written down
but He can spoil what thinks in hand
and take away thy hoped for crown
 
One hopes for toil to earn it's pay
with justice the scales to be fair
but grasping men seem to get their way
and have penciled more than is their share
 
In a book so written by a king
the vanity of man within is written down
in thought did he examine everything
and for all the resting place is ground
 
That to undertake a task you do with soul
and take joy within the charms of wife
to keep his law with heart thats whole
for this the vanity of your life
 
Ecclesiastes

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Subtle threads




                                    Threads of
     
                                    Infinite length 

                                Subtle and colourful

                                  Getting entwined




                                        Rainbow

                                   Brilliant colours

                             As threads of rain lengthen

                                     Blissful delight



                                        Vibrant 

                                  Hues of passion

                               Set heart strings into rhythm

                                    Sweet song in air !






Written on 18/4/14 by
Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Sponsor- Nette onclaud
Contest name- threads of syllables
Syllable - 2/4/6/4


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ADVISE FOR GUYS BOUND FOR PATHMARK

I'm pushing this heavy cart 
without any strenght left,
and through isles swarming with shoppers  
I'm confused by the above signs;
I rush to the one I missed dismaying onlookers.
How can I be so forgetful...
shouldn't I have a list of all items
I use thoughout the week?
I admit that guys are different from gals
with their minds focus on household things!


Yes, we guys aren't as patient as they are,
looking for bargains is a thriftiness that bugs us;
and down those isles we go..not reading labels,
not comparing prices...just filling up our shopping cart
with food we don't really need!  And who will be embarassed
when the cashier tells us annoyingly that the credit card
has been declined! Oh, good grief...we don't carry enough cash,
to avoid blushing in the publice eye while the the line gets longer!  


My advice to you guys: before you venture out shopping, stash your wallet
with enough cash, or check the balance on your credit or debit card;
it's another way of being smart! And besides being admired, you may also find romance
while you are in line and a pretty girl smiles, trying to start an intelligent conversation...
leading to a date or even marriage! Do you get it? Look sharp, flash lots of money
and really get lucky! If you fellas do what I have suggested, 
you'll have broads flocking to you and your buddies will envy you for your luck!


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


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I'm Not in Love?

I'm Not in Love? Or I'm Not in Love? Or I'm Not in Love? 
(A very sweet song, do you remember it from the late 1970s 10CC?)
It appears that we can never distinguish between
'The Beat' and 'The Beast'
'Love' and 'Lust'
'Love' and 'SEX' or 
Venus? and Mars?…
I must say, 'Ambiance' I prefer to 'The Beat' 
Most times 
But lack of 'Ambiance' leads to 
'Lust' for 'The Beat'; or 'Beast' 
Or both?
Abstinence my friend would put the music business out of action!
For example, I abstained from listening to Roxy – 
Did they sing 'Come on Eileen'?
Or were they the backing group for Bryan Ferry?…
Anyway, they disappeared –
…too many people were abstaining to buy!? 
Yeah?
Yeah.
But really – what are Love Songs?
Anyway…
Hey you, I need a Friend', 
But don't bend, cos, we both are bro, u, u, thers
Looks to me like what some call the evolution of the species 
(homosexuality - it's on its second round!)
…is really not good (oh oh, oh oh,)
For males; cos females have both genitalia in the embryonic state 
and via the process of evolution will turn into 
Androgynous beings…
Oh dear, where would the music business be then? –
Eh, eh, 
Full of Androgynous clones?
Or
Erogenous zone, oh ohnes…
Or Bowie 'Comin out' he/s clo oh onez (David was the only he/she I know who 
went from 'he/s' to 'he' rather than 'she'?) I love him so very much!
Oh yeah...
If you turn this page on its side, the lines resemble an electronic lie detector or 
an electronic heart beat monitor printout? I can't distinguish between neither of 
these either. You should 'Go Ask Alice'.


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Sorry, Miss 700th poem

I love the silkiness of your long raven hair, as the sweet scent of your perfume permeates the air. Your eyes sparkle so brightly in your beautiful face, with brilliance of diamonds in a jewelry store case. Your attractive body is what I long to caress, as I could imagine it under your scanty dress. Mature form of sugar and spice and everything nice. However, my key in your lock comes at a high price! When I pass you each night, I can’t help looking at you; as so many others on Pacific Avenue. You possess nectar that so many men want to taste. What you’re doing with it all is a terrible waste!


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The Ebay Auction

He watches the ebay auction
with greed acrossed his face.
I try to get his attention
but he's staring into space.

He just keeps on "refreshing"
the screen with patient care.
It worries me to see him
when he's got that wicked stare.

It's addictive and I know it.
It pulls you in a spell.
You try to get away from it...
but...is it doing well??

Will we reach the reserve?
Does it look just right?
No, I can't come to bed right now...
My auction ends tonight!!


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I Am Contented Ill Make You Immortal In My Lines

I am contented I’ll make you—
Immortal in my lines.
Ardent learners shall raise questions
 In college-classes
And eagerly inquire of us;
And young lovers derive their inspiration.
But, still I desire!
If I grow as a millionaire.
 We have multimillion annual income
From import-export, or in foreign savings,
And or a business in food.
Starting from a mini-amount
As that Indian lady—
Gorgeous and rich,
Had begun just from few thousand rupees
And taken a room on rent.
And we would tour every new year
A new land.
You would wear that long white gown,
A maid would carry its hem
While descending the palace’s stairs,
Attending the dancing singing beggars.
And I would imagine ideas n’wer and h’gher,
In a lonely cottage as my office.
With an honest on-the-go youngman as my assistant,
And a witty widow
To serve us hot teas with buttered bread.


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Pardon Me

Though I am taking food from you and
Though I am living among you
I did nothing to you and 
I cared only to my selfish needs

What a man i am and 
What a soul is mine
I have not wept for the others pains and
I have not shared others grieving

What for I am living here and
What is the use to my society
Though I am living as a man
I did nothing for them

All the lives except me
Are showing their gratis to the society
Even a little fly gave it's life to us
What is the use of my life

Forgive me and pardon me
To spent your valuable wealth
And call me to work for you
I want to repay my debt right now

Sakthi ravichandran 
An Indian English poet


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Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes


the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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The Rich, Poor Woman

You see her from afar
And know her well
She’s that old lady
With the cigarette and unwashed smell
She sits on the floor
A cardboard sheet for her body
Deep-set bags under her blue eyes
Her clothes now grey and shoddy

You turn up your nose
As the stench draws near
She claws at her diseased skin
She was once beautiful and fair
Her hair is now white and matted
Her wide smile disappeared,
Her belongings have been stolen,
But this woman is revered

For with the simplistic natural eye,
You see that she is a no one
The lowest form in society
As all her loved ones have gone
Yet with the Spiritual eye
She is pure royalty, a noble
Yes she is homeless,
But daily she goes before His throne

She is a child of the Most High
Yet people who pass may not see
The business people and children ignore her,
But she is kneeling before His feet
She prays to her Saviour
He hears her soft-spoken prayer
Those who pass make up stories about her, 
Their noses in the air

So before you judge this woman,
On the street homeless and poor,
She already has answered to Jesus
Yet He’s still knocking at your door…

Knock, knock
Who’s there?…





N.B. Just a general poem about the homeless and how you do not know their 
story; where they have been and maybe who they once were and that despite 
their image, they may not be what you expect. But this is based on the 
juxtaposition of a homeless saint versus money-mad business persons.


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Economy of the gift

The fabric of transactions
We know today
Creates tremendous volume
As capital flows everywhere
You cannot argue
Wealth and efficiency

There is a gap
Across the networks
The real meaning is ascribed
The reason for being alive

Coded by indigenous economies
The marvel of giving gifts
And no possession of property

Bedrock socieities
Retain their transparency
Built of reciprocity 

In the land
Of money and honey
What is overlooked
The bonding
Of Love and Economy


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a innocent man

Listen to me,
                         See reality for what it be,at times a mans mind need to be set free
giving the fact,their's so much on his back,that's why a good woman is needed
to keep him on track, no matter how hard he fight, destiny don't seem to do him 
right,but still he keeps on hoping, praying, fighting to stay strong,if he's granted 
one wish, send him where he belongs, not to be exiled and left along, as God 
is my witness, I will move on, for what they charged me with is wrong,  
I offered my friendship not my home, woman hurt me in the past, but they all are 
gone, what is left is a innocent man who needs not to be alone.


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a innocent man

Listen to me,
                         See reality for what it be,at times a mans mind need to be set free
giving the fact,their's so much on his back,that's why a good woman is needed
to keep him on track, no matter how hard he fight, destiny don't seem to do him 
right,but still he keeps on hoping, praying, fighting to stay strong,if he's granted 
one wish, send him where he belongs, not to be exiled and left along, as God 
is my witness, I will move on, for what they charged me with is wrong,  
I offered my friendship not my home, woman hurt me in the past, but they all are 
gone, what is left is a innocent man who needs not to be alone.


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Lips Service

Forging through
 Destiny will befall a crimson head
 Wrapped in silver tongue
 
 
 
Slanted, the gift jury rigs
 A court appointment dusting
 Off today's wig
 
 
 
A jester posed as unsketched
 Captures an ear briefly
 Searching the discount rack


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Zaphnathpaaneah (Part I)

(Potiphar's Wife's Flattery)

Come lie with me,
For the goodman of the house is not at home;
He is gone on a long journey:
He hath taken a bag of money with him,
And will not come home until the day appointed.
Come lie with me,
For I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry,
With carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.
I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon.
Let us solace ourselves with loves.
Come lie with me,
For thou art goodly and well favored.
Lie thy body nest to mine and be close to me.
No one will know of the stolen waters we drink,
Nor of the secret bread we eat.
So, hold me; taste the sweetness of my lips,
And see that my mouth is smoother than oil.
Take my peace offering;
Come lie with me.

(Joseph's Wisdom)

Behold, my master hath committed all that he hath to my hand,
And there is none in this house greater than I;
Neither doth he care what is with me in the house.
He hath kept nothing from me but thee,
Because thou art his wife:
How can I sin against God?
Or why would I be ravished with a strange woman,
And embrace the bosom of a stranger?
Can a  man take fire in his bosom,
And his clothes not be burned?
Can one go upon hot coals,
And his feet not be burned?
How then can I do this great wickedness?
How can I sin against God?
For shall I be as an ox to the slaughter?
Or as a fool to the correction of the stocks;
Till a dart strike through my liver;
Or as a bird that hasteth tot he snare
And knoweth not that it is for his life?
A wound and constant disgrace most assuredly I would get,
And my reproach would not be wiped away.
For jealousy is the rage of a man:
Therefore, he will not regard any ransom;
Neither will he rest content, though I give many gifts.
How then can I do this great wickedness?
How can I sin against God?


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Remove Tension

How much you can eat?
Over eating is a defeat,
You can’t work for long,
Your tommy is as a bowl.

How much you can smoke?
Lungs can’t pay hard walk,
Do you want to live in dirt?
Why is your mind so blurt?

How much you can drink?
Normality can looses its link,
What do you want to learn?
If alcohol has reversing burn.

Eat it what do you want?
Keep fit to climb a mount,
Life isn’t so easy to live,
All is short if you have.

Use it what do you want to use?
Keep distance if you can’t refuse,
Dirty things has a painful lesson,
A life can’t wear all fashion.

If a mistake is a cost of Life,
Before to admit ask your wife,
You and she has a share,
Find a way what is fair?

How long a man can carry?
Overload has much worry,
Do you want to remove tension?
Use your mind that a lesson.


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$weet Lady

Three years She grew In Rainbow and
Shower then Nature said A lovelier flower On Earth was
Never sown this moment I to myself will take She shall
Be mine and I will make a sweet Lady of my own myself
Will to my darling be both law and impulse:and With
Me the Girl In my World of Stars In time and Heaven
In Wind and there shall feel an overseeing power to kindle
Or restrain She shall be poetic as the fawn that wild with glee
Across the lawn or up the Mountain Springs; and Hers Shall be
The beautiful balm, And Hers the silence and the calm of poetry insensate
Things the floating Clouds their state shall lend to Her for
Her the willow bend nor shall She fail to look even
In the motions of thee art grace that shall mold the Moon of Midnight
Many a secret Palace where rivulets dance their wayward round and beauty
Born a Poet.


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A House Wife

Naturally, a human has anger and loving nature,
Sometimes, abusive behaviour seems discarded furniture.
Argument is normal in our living life,
When two person lives as a partner or wife.

After ten years relationship, when he has blamed,
He only runs home, she is house wife, shamed.
When she left him and went to her mother,
House was cleaned and has decorative feather.

No white rings, scratches, burns and dents,
No grease marks, chips and ink on pants.
Cats, dogs and birds she has knitting her hands,
Cutting, stitching and finishing she has skill grand’s.

Cross over and jardinière net curtains she made,
I am sorry about simple and dropped nets afraid.
I never seen so dirt in her presence in kitchen,
I ran after her to bring back a quality motion.


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Look

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I maintain Daily In Night goodlight
Rainbow Sky anear this Wind
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Alot heard a poem amam poetic said are place
We pray Naming Outside, features flowerness
Heel and soil that feeling loveness sent
Correctly I'll surely spell going Home
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Fine looks like precisely Me
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Left then rightousness a Star contains
Astrology luminous statuary conventional


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Do What You Love

If "play is the work of a child"
Then never grow up,
Except in understanding.
And in learning what you love, 
Search and find it in reality
And do it with enjoyment.

Live out your childhood.

But if work is the stress of life
As an adult, then
Execute strategic planning
"Like a small beginning
to a mighty end". It's your play!
Be happy with your employment.

Make moves for your good.


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Truckers

There is something about eighteen wheelers,
For most of us can only wonder.
A trucker is respected to the up most,
From the east to west coast.
Oh demand to get to their destination,
Wist no hesation.
Only the strong will go the long haul,
They have no time to stall.
The endurance they have to keep on going,
In order to maintain what their hauling.
Keeping the peddle to the metal,
Across plains, bypasses, and meadows.
The sparkle you can see in their eyes,
Trucking is what they enjoy in their lives.
Meeting new people on the road,
While hauling that heavy load.
Oh what stories they have to tell,
And do it so very well.
For what I say, is what I have seen,
Becuase my husband is one of these.
A wife who knows the truth in their heart,
Someone that's been there from the start.
Never to tell how alone and scared I maybe,
Trucking is what they love and desire that's plain to see.
So for all those truckers out there,
Stay alert and aware.
Theres someone special waiting at home,
Calmly waiting by the phone.
Families who love and cares for all of you,
And ask the Lord to be with you too.


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Addicted

   My lips tremble thinking about what you said last night.

   I close my eyes and dreamed of a place you couldn't make me cry.

   But your always in my dreams, Bitting, fighting to be seen.

   I don't want to see you, but you make it some how and torture me my soul cries at 
   night to survive.

   I didn't want this to be how it is. You made me laugh occassionally so that's what 
   love is?

   I cuddled, you screamed some how love is far away from what you said it was.

   I soaked in the bathtub for hours and still I can smell you on me.

   Don't you know how that feels crying I walked out on the porch.

   You made me feel so helpless and down and now that your gone I crave for your blood.

   I want you I need you, no one else beats me like you.

   But then again I guess i'm just addicted to lies and abuse you wanted me to like it 
   didn't you?