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Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 

~JSLambert



Details | Quatrain | |

No Greater Love

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived

A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived




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

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

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

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

Robert L.  05-24-2014

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

LIFE

I asked to my father
Baba, What is life ?
He politely said to me, " Life is Duty . "

I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life ?
She said to me with smile, " Life is Responsibility . "

I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life ?
He said to me with love, " Life is Education . "

I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life ?
He said to me with confidence, " Life is Devotion . "

Today my son who reads in class nine
Asked me
Babai, What is life ?
I have said to him, " Dear, You are my life . "

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


( Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language .  Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society ) 


Details | Haiku | |

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


Details | Romanticism | |

I shall betray you


I shall betray you, you just said,
cause life is a lone roses' bed,
thread twined and weaved on canvas grid.

The leaves turn yellow you just said,
because the garlands only fade,
adornment hung - on lonely door.
............
With eminent the lights outside,
impertinent the thorns inside,
the mistle droplets shine on road.

In air descends guarded her veil
I splendid emptiness inhale,
marquee of stars is my abode.

The cadence of my heart's her grace
aloneness that discerns and prays,
- her eyes that stare to nightly fields.

The rain adjoins whom she embraced
when wet my finger tips outraced
her tears and face - caressed eye lids.
............
Arrows of thoughts, that guide my quill
destined to leave, are scared and still,
celestial hue and coastal shore.

Without your voice, my quest and role,
a glassy dome, my soul's extol,
in dark I see your glance's mead.

© 04-05-2013, All rights reserved


Details | Tanka | |

HEAVEN'S GIFTS

Three gifts from Heaven 
All priceless in their appeal
Yes.. Faith, Hope and Love
They descend on us like rain
And the greatest of these.. Love!

Contest: Regina's "Faith, Hope and Love Tanka"
Date: 8-27-14
Poet: Lyric Man


Details | Lyric | |

I AM

I am more than description
a smile and blue eyes
defined by the surface
where mask can hide lies

I am passionate lover
more than a poet
I've had to taste it 
before I ever wrote it

I am into moments 
more than minutes
chasing one's heart
not winning pennants

I am finding more 
in the least of these
random acts of kindness 
become dreams to seize 

I am learning to listen 
nature's whisper speaks
some things labeled progress 
in reality reek 

I am convinced that brilliance 
is found in less words
and that most of the experts 
are truly absurd  

I am a creative mind
imagination still runs wild
the world rushes to rote
and loses its inner child

I am drawn to the arts 
where emotion rules
where risk are taken 
wise are labeled fools

I am not competing
to pen a better play
but to treasure unique
go a different way

I am finding myself
where no mirror can go
connect to the Spirit
It's from within I grow!

Sponsor: FRANK H.
Contest Name: I AM
Form: Rhyme
Date: 4-18-14


Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



Details | Dodoitsu | |

The Colour of Love

The Colour of Love

Kaleidoscope of spectrums
On the outside... looking in
There’s only one colour—Love—
Bound by prejudice.

Archaic transmutations
Bequeath this cancerous blight 
Upon each generation
For mass genocide.

Rose-coloured glasses can not
Tint the mind of the insane…
Only the revelation 
Of true love unveils.

deborahburch©
07/24/2012 


Details | Free verse | |

Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God


Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Ravindra


Kanpur India     13th June 2006




Details | Free verse | |

The Day That Died Forever

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...

I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky

The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn

I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe

The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul

Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through

Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost

I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art

As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow

Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place

The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost

Day was Life,Night is Death

And the latter has given counsel on my final steps


Details | Lyric | |

A Dead Word

A dying word echoes your life
The past will come; the future will die
Faith will fall, just as you need
If light would rise, you’d make it disease

In this word everything fades
What you like; what you distaste
The dark becomes your flavour of truth
And in this world, hope is removed

A lonely word so sure to bring
A haunting pain that makes monsters sing
Where nothing comes because nothing is
The purest hate will spread from your bliss

And since the day you held that dead word
So close to heart, it’s all you have shared
You circle through the life that is death
Through rape and spells you steal what’s left

And since the day you held on too close
You kill yourself in each living host
And now you see the world is so clear
You twisted love when love was your fear


Details | Rhyme | |

Every Time We Fall

Every time we fall we lose a bit of  are selfs.
Untill hollow becomes the heart.
bare as a vacant stores shelves.

The dreamer finds solice in every new face.
That new love's illusion.
Cold is the afterglow when we reflect apon that 
once passionet embrace.

Can the bitter heart find a reason to try?
Skipping stones alone across dark water.
We keep setting are selves  up without 
a single question as to why.

A room smoke filled yet every thing shows 
clear.
Sometimes  we play the cards.
And hold the best one aside in fear.

As vast as the ocean  from its shores 
the  the innocent crawl.
Trying to capture only a glimmer of that true passion.
Every time we fall.


Details | Imagism | |

Dancing Verse

You are my dancing verse, from early frozen dawns;   
But clouds still rested, like broken glass of sky,
When playful youth, a snowball threw and hit a ray;             
But clouds still rested above the inner dreaming lawns.                 
               
At first I thought, the world is made of frozen honey;
But clouds still rested, like windows of the people’ soul; 
By river-time, as I stayed and saw the stopped sky`s condole
But clouds still rested, so I chose from them, the pony.

A farther world in which I live, I guard my glass menagerie:
And dreams still rested, like tamed animals in your hands,       
When words I chose, they were like penguins of farther lands;    
And dreams still rested, like ready to adorn the season` tree.        
                   
              
You dancing skate and keep my hand, beyond the mirror white; 
And love still rested: the golden ray is playing in thy lock.
We form a joyful stanza, in which we dance around the clock;
And love still rested, and feeds us all with tender light.


Details | Sonnet | |

If Love Does Not Live (Sonnet for Celene Crescent)

If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;

If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!

Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:

Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!




Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Light Poetry | |

I Walk Alone

Here, as I wander
Many roads, many paths
All one shall see
Is I walk alone

She appeared, like a dream
Like the mist of night
Or the fog of morning light
But I swear she was there

I reached to touch
The sweet taste of what was
I longed for the past
Yesterday, when dreams were dreams

I could smell the fragrance
The smell of morning lily’s
One could taste even the air
And feel the suns grasp of the day 

Such desires burn deep
Within our souls, should one believe
Or so I have been told
As a withering candle, my desires have faded

Tears, oh the tears have faded
The heart grows, only in  the desires for thing past
And yet the heart, sands of time, becomes a desert
The music still plays, and I still walk

alone


Details | Lyric | |

CANDLE 1st in Spanish then scroll down for english trans

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Rhyme | |

My Purse

If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse,
one that held what was needed, but not monies curse.
One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty,
so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty.

A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day,
to pass out to those in need, I met along the way.
I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft.
Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft.

I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars.
Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more.
I would go to Washington, there I would invest,
two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best.

Charity, I would share, with those who live large.
Help them to give some away, so no one need starve.
I could change so many things and alter many lives.
But, I could also do harm and make so many cry.

As it is so easy, to think one self's above,
to take control of lives, forgetting about love.
So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble.
So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble


Details | Pantoum | |

WHEN I WAS YOUNG

When I was young and life was easy
I never thought but of the next day.
For the young, things can be so breezy
It is the child's way.

I never thought but of the next day
Until that day came upon me.
It is the child's way
And I did not want to see.

Until that day came upon me
I was carefree like the bird on high.
And I did not want to see
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry.

I was carefree like the bird on high
Only to be trapped by love
The dark adult horizons that would make me cry
Crushing me down from above.

Only to be trapped by love
For the young, things can be so breezy
Crushing me down from above
When I was young and life was easy.


Dan Cwiak ... written for:
Paula Swanson's Pantoum contest


Details | Free verse | |

Sanguine Sky

Sanguine blush, outreaching its origin,
Roses bloom across the painting.
The sky extends its insubstantial limb,
Spreading its fingers- in gesture towards you.
A great fan, coral but crimson,
Shifting,  yet still- tumbling across eternity.
The horizon appears, in a flash of pink rainbow,
Love, of the universe, of humanity,
Of life, appears… and evaporates; a gradual decline, 
of colour; but so sudden too,
And we are left once more,
In solitude.


Details | Tanka | |

ripples

a wrinkled grin
on grandfather's face -

seeing my future
etched deeply in those lines, 
I grin right back










March 1st, 2012


Details | Quatrain | |

Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Kunzite

It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year.
Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer.
A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite.
In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right.
Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign.
Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine.
Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live.
To go in peace and harmony with only love to give,
No more wars or anger for any human to spread,
In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read.
Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born,
So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.


Details | Free verse | |

Lust versus LOVE

We forget lessons learnt in moments of bliss. 
Our minds wiped clean with a passionate kiss. 
To attain something called love we take a risk.
You indulged in lust and lost your focus. 

I fell into a trap with out even knowing. 
I accepted dark glazed with 
light ,tempted by the glowing.
Lust never helped my 
heart and its growing.  
The juices of your genital was
the only thing flowing.

You see lust and love are to different things. 
Lust unfurls the condoms ring. 
Love unfurls a wedding ring. 
I want more than lust. 
I needed your love loyalty and trust. 
Thus that's were the fuss started with us...
You wanted my flesh,I wanted your soul.
I guess that's why two different stories were told






Details | Couplet | |

Greater Love

Greater Love

I shivered and watched him as the snow fell 
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!

Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.

       This complex multiple of nature lives
       In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!

Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!

Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.

       Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
       Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.

Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.

Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.

       A donor card was his only ID.
       No name--just a wish--was all they could see.

Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."

5/14/2012
deborah burch©

*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"


Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


Details | Imagism | |

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter. 


Details | Lyric | |

Truth

Men say there are no absolute truths...

The Truth
Man can govern himself. He just doesn’t have the ability to do this successfully.

The Truth
There is one God. He has a name. He has a son. Their names are different.

The Truth
When you die, you are dead - not ghosts. It is that simple. That’s it, for now…

The Truth
Even though humans die, we were never meant to. We were designed for a time 
without end.

The Truth
The most circulated book in the history of Man must be more than a “book.”

The Truth
Happiness can be attained, even in a completely miserable place.

The Truth
There is no such place as a fiery Hell of torment, except in pagan mythology.

The Truth
There is a Heaven. However, its purpose is not what you think.

The Truth
The meek shall inherit the Earth.

The Truth...
...is not that far from you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

INCOMPLETE by Collice Rodrigues

Even though you sit so close to me
Seems together happy we could never be
As hard I try to get you close
I get pricked by the thorn of the stem of a rose

Your tear drop feels like a thousand pins
I’d rather burn to ashes for my countless sins
You’re a Lily on the water, to get you I try
But as soon as I come close, the pond runs dry

Try as much I would never understand
The pain you feel as i leave your hand
I want to tell you that every moment I miss
The love that we had at the time of our first kiss

I hope that someday will surely come
When our love will every strife overcome
I hope that someday our hearts will surely meet
Till then like the crescent moon I’ll remain incomplete

-Collice Rodrigues
5/10/2010


Details | Quatrain | |

The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



Details | I do not know? | |

Crack -the drug i am

i kill your 
ambitions
i kill your 
motives 
i kill your
fantasy
i slide in between
your most 
wanted desires 
and tear em down 
like bull dozers

i bring all your 
fears closer 
and damage you 
crack i love 
your pipe 
crack i love 
your life 
crack
you feen for me 
and dream for me 
i call you 
late at nite 
after you eat 
you throw up 
cause i can't bear 
to let you gain on me
crack
rehab can shelter you
but you wills be back!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Truth

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


Details | Sijo | |

Beauty, yes

Beauty, yes I have striven to be you, before hibiscus fades
Before the stars sprinkle night that covers ocean sunset
After the icicles thawed and swans inhabit the blue lagoon

We cannot know the perfect thing in our finite dust
The lesser never comprehend the object of lust
Beyond us bright, yet upon imaginations trust

Beauty, what are you? From what strange world you come? Tell me
O truth to know, unknown. You who make me love and not see
And yet know enough to pursue walking a thin sea
 
Yet still I believe that absolute beauty does exist
And I look for it to come out of stars or morning mist
Or out of bright imagination's tightly clenched fist

Every flower I love ever like a sunset fades
Every dream of old I cherish, like a leaf is marked for death
And sometimes at nights I only see one half the moon


Details | Rhyme | |

The Lifetime Clock

Tick tick tick
Tainted not sick
Brick by brick
Look with your eyes 
See for what will hide
As time ticks by

Clock strikes 1
Just want to have fun
Better run
A fatal sigh
As time ticks by

Seconds minutes and the hour
For time holds all power
Fate cannot be faced 
So feel how lies inside time are laced
Hate love life and death are embraced
It’s the life we wish to copy and paste
The love that is to sweet to taste
Hate is to bear
And death is for some to fear
Where the secret does enlye
Time ticks by

Will it be the end
Or is it a gift after that time will send
For some it will not mend
Every drip of life will be drained
Sympathetic drips from the sky will rain
Life will die
As time ticks by
The clock hands lock
Ticks slowly stop
Tick tick tick
Drip drip drip
Times up that’s it 


Details | Personification | |

Kashmir-The woman

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature
It lifted me above all mire dark and dense.

Kashmir is the divine smile
It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense.

Kashmir is the sorrow
It showed me a combined pain of poverty, corruption and terrorism.

Kashmir is the beautiful helpless unmarried woman.
Whose neighbors are trying to capture her body not sweet heart.

Kashmir is the paradise on earth without dream...
  
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

( THE POEM IS DEDICATED TO EVERY WOMAN IN ALL COMMUNITIES OF JAMMU & KASHMIR AND POET ANDREA DIETRICH )


Details | Free verse | |

To Snow and Angel Dust

                She bounced right off the inkling
                             . . . . . . . . .   golden rings and tinker bells winking
                                                                on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
                through the galaxies spinning
                             . . . . . . . . .  aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
                                                                atwist amidst anticipating ...
                on Halley’s comet tail she flew
                             . . . . . . . . .  in the genius of a snowflake parade
                                                                 in search ... in search
                                                       . . . . . of something he once said
                to the atmosphere on a cloudy
                             . . . . . . . . .  day
                                                      over rooftops flurried in December snow
                in a glance of her cosmic smile, 
                             . . . . . . . . .  she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
                                                                 sang songs of fields of poppies soon
                budding beneath the snow,
                             . . . . . . . . .  and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
                                                                  upon the world
                and the earth shimmered in many colors
                                                                  and gave praise
                             . . . . . . . . .  and the angels came and fetched her up ~
                                                                  and He smiled.
                x


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide -CO- Week 3: Talkin' 'bout My 'noxide

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity. 
I wonder:
Did I give into 
my humanity?
did I'd err?
Is that
smoke in the air?


Details | Rhyme | |

BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | Free verse | |

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


Details | ABC | |

GENOCIDE

King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?


SATISH VERMA


Details | Lyric | |

Sgt Griffin

A sorte protege os audazes
Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with
A daring pair of rangers that made us just
Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
Baby we won't have to pass away, oh no
To the reality of a fascist state
Although

It's hard it's envious of me to see you apart from me baby
Yeah into so many things that aren't a part of me maybe
It's the coat of arms oh stitched by those that harm
That cause alarm
Or the green card rejected by the armies of God be-
Cause they frost The Fall and that's

That's just to save us all
And the justice saves us all

And the style is designed
And with the sign of a Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you and me

So the poet in the philosopher
He said that he'd
He'd throw us the thrill of a cross but first
Put on a gauntlet, in a British accent "lad you can't let
Oh the truth bring out the worst and let it get
Yeah the best of you" so

We'll catch it without the hurt but
Still left with a loss of words 'cause

The style is designed
And with the sign of the Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you from me
My envy of things that separate you and me


Details | Free verse | |

What Is It To Be A Tree

What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close ...so intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the time or do they like me long 
............................................................for autonomy

Do their branches reach for another’s touch? 
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?

When a tree falls does another one grieve?
...............................................................

Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free 
as he does....... from me?

Does life always include such serious stuff? 
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?

Do they ever 
wish 
to find
the sea?
To fly 
to fly?
just 
like me?
What on earth is it like ....to be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely? 
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?



Details | Lyric | |

Mobile

Why'd I hide it
Yeah that kind of riot
When you sigh and the silence shrieks louder than verbs and
And the direction the affection takes then
Pressures the perfectionist in-
To layman's ways of saying "let's be friends"

So the road is fired up though you know the tire's cut
And the stereo it plays "here we go"
It makes eerie tones
They come oh straight from
A joke even though
That's a story baby we both really know

Oh we're stop and go to gamble
And at lights hear advice
The rambles from a manhole

But let's not forget the device
It's mobile but not handheld
No the heart it doesn't crash oh before it gets trampled

The temple table's overturned
Turns out we're late
'Cause the clover caught aflame baby we waited so it burned
But that's okay
You say the gamble ex-changes it
It makes the coins get weightless and
And turns the green into an urn

Oh we're stop and go to gamble
And at lights hear advice
The rambles from a manhole

But let's not forget the device
It's mobile but not handheld
No the heart it doesn't crash oh before it gets trampled
No the heart it doesn't crash oh before it gets trampled


Details | Romanticism | |

Gypsy Flora

First light and her shadows angle silent, long as the crawling ivy
Tuck themselves away beneath, underworld of stem and leaf
My eyes so cold afrost, fall like flake or feathers lost, upon the yawning flowered garden
Up from yonder down a trelis, holding onto lasting breaths
Whilst my heart's love unspoiled like a buried treasure hidden 
Wandering around my metaphoric dark, I gaze onto wilds, meadows of another life
Sun drops her drizzle, trickles shooing dews of remnant way
And the rising ball o fire's falsetto braises ends of petals silk and lace
But why does thunder strike not once but twice even thrice and on
Pierce as morning rays inward to reveal tis place which I thought to have been erased
To render hours faster, passing seasons after, leaving all instilled behind 
And watch transfixed upon the dance of a single gypsy flora
Whos flutters velvet wings waltzing amidst palettes de pandora 
Writhes and rhythms weaving in and out of dreams betwixt its currents
Resurrecting the yearns of man for chance, thus to be
As the innocence of tender grass beyond this stained glass window 
Wearing clouds of happiness atop my head
Swaying with the she spirit of elements of independence


Details | Lyric | |

As Raindrops Fall

Walk with me my Love
Beneath the summer sun
And talk with me my Love
Until the evening's done.

Stay with me my Love
Though all my youth be fled
Stay with me my Love
Please come and share my bed.

     With you alone I chose to spend my life
     Through all its many years.
      'Tis you alone I'd have for wife
     To share its joys and tears.

Let's call a spade a spade
All cards upon the table.
Live by the rules we made
The best that we are able.

     Tomorrow's sun may bring Anything
      Or perhaps nothing at all.
      Listen close enough and angels sing
      As summer raindrops fall.

Laugh with me my Love
Stars shining on your face.
Dance with me my Love
Within the night's embrace.

     A raven sits in yon withered tree
     Shall we stop to hear him croak?
     What of him to you or me
     Tomorrow is yet smoke.

Dream with me my Love
In the fading morning's dark.
Scheme with me my Love
In time we'll make our mark.

         The bells within the chapel ring
         Read words writ on a wall.
         Snowgeese gather on the wing
         As the winter raindrops fall.


Play with me my Love
Singing in the rain.
Smile with me my Love
Begone all present pain.

Live with me my Love
Until we both grow old.
Sleep with me my Love
My shelter from the cold.

     I'm all right now what I might be
     With your love in my defense.
     We face a thousand mysteries
     This life makes little sense.

      We face what ere the future brings
       As we heed the Siren's call.
      Touch the clouds and angels sing
      As summer raindrops fall.


Details | Rhyme | |

Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


Details | Rhyme | |

Colourblind

Philosophers assure us
that it’s all a state of mind,
from every thought that’s in our head
to the boil on our behind.

They say we are not truly real,
that all life is illusion,
but if there is no life or death
I can’t reach my conclusion.

So I’ll just stick to simple thoughts,
of laughter, love and bed,
for what’s the point of being Blue 
when it’s more fun seeing Red?


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 | Lyric | |

Battery, Electric Personality

I don't know whether to consider it considerate or prideful
But I'd rather roll in coals and coil my soul with a barbed wire one-eyed cobra
Just to show you that
My emotion for you is
Nothing more than a-
Nother fortress I've
Built up just enough to save you from
Neglect

From time to time
I once wondered how one wanders from time to time
And think up the paradox line
Speak of Epoch's crime
Oh I lied, it hasn't happened yet
But bet you better believe it's such a habit that
I just said that in a past mindset

Chronologically
Oh darling don't you see
Honestly the honesty in the way we've deceived one another

I entered the circuit so you'd call me Sparky
Oh humor me
I'm at the center of the circle it's what you do for me
A little too witty to be just kidding
Because wondering is reality
To an electric personality

Chronologically
Oh darling don't you see
Honestly the honesty in the way we've received one another

Yeah the single signal
The waves we receive
Like a battery, electric personality
A battery, electric personality


Details | Ballad | |

Detoured Dreams

I always thought of heaven,
as a warm, New England Fall day. 
The leaves were shining brighter
than the street post lamps at midnight. 
I’m cruising along the highway. 

Passing scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us?
Everything that was -is 
fortunately apart of today.  

And I write-
because it relieves my pain. 
I create
because it’s nice to remember how to love.
Am I therefore less worthy, 
if I one day choose to make money, 
off my lovely creations?

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
Legend has it at one time, 
that’s what he wanted out of life.

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
What if someone had embraced this passion, this skill?
He could have sipped wine, 
painted on blank canvases,
and basketed in reflection of the moon.

He could have
Made love, 
and wrote songs, 
and Praised God, 
for the fortune of being able to dream. 
 
Instead, 
He abandoned his love for creation,
His love of art, 
praised only the devil
and became crazed with hate,  
millions were slaughtered, 
millions had to pay the price.
How tragic can life be?  

But now, 
I’m Passing through scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us? 
Everything that was -is 
unfortunately apart of today.  

we never know just how much
shutting down one little, tiny, persons dream
can effect so many other people’s dreams.
and the generations to come. 

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
 would it have spared us some?


Details | Rhyme | |

Last Call


Songs unsung will disappear,
as breathless as a stone, the fear
of Armageddon fills the air
and gathers strength against a prayer
that withers, fizzles into nought,
despite the lessons we were taught,
to love our neighbours as we would
be loved by them, the greater good.

Or take His name in vain, the strain
of blending with another's pain,
the art of empathy forsaken,
errant paths so quickly taken;
thoughts are squandered, so are souls
who glorify malicious goals
and chase false dreams to sand consigned,
the facts misjudged and misaligned.

Cause and effect, the laws of nature,
whom to kill and whom to nurture,
whom to crucify or kiss?
the measures of our helplessness.
There is no try, there's only do,
and I expect the same of you,
to strip away dishonesty,
the trademark of our misery.

To live in love and purity
and nullify our enmity,
we join together, hand in hand,
no hurtful lies, no contraband.
The answer lies amongst the stars
unnumbered in the universe,
a child's first breath, the blushing rose,
where hatred cannot interpose.


Details | Lyric | |

Certifiable Kiss

I have enough time
Yes 'cause love's alive and baby in its prime
Oh it is just like
Success ain't fun and games but for the saint's life

Yeah he'll pray but maybe Hell'll hit
Faithfully turn off the safety
Baby Cupid shoots shells with hollow tips
He'll lose an eye and they'll think he's crazy so
We'll say it gave him a gift
Baby the trait of a certifiable kiss

Girl I see you have more than usual
Yeah even before you visualize the visible
With a noble temper, mature and golden in a
A higher temperature than a crucible's molten innards

But there's a secret to your strategy
And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be
So naturally keen at dodging me

And it's a line of defense
And girl you make a fence
So girl I take offense

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in-
To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

But the only one in my blood that
That doesn't shine like the sun it
It naturally has to be the one where
I refuse to call it a pun when
I call you up to call you the one, there's

A secret to your strategy
And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be
So naturally keen at dodging me

And it's a line of defense
And girl you make a fence
Hence I take offense

Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven
You play the chords
You make me insane but maybe I'll give you your credit
Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven
You play the chords
You make me insane but baby I'll give you your credit


Details | Rhyme | |

For Laura

For Laura

She suffered in silence from the years of abuse
If not for the violence she felt of no use
She denied that her soul was addicted to pain
Inside she felt cold so her blue eyes would rain
She had beautiful dreams somewhere in her youth
Of being a queen then she discovered the truth
That love can go wrong if left up to a man
It will not be strong if it’s not part of God’s plan
Hope painted a picture with colors of laughter
Of missus and mister happily ever after
When he used to kiss her it encouraged her faith
The times he would hit her she didn’t feel safe
Through all the trouble she had time to conceive
Despite the struggle she just couldn’t leave
She knew in her heart things would only get worse
She accepted the dark blaming God for the curse
If not for her kids she’d give it all back
Thinking time won’t forgive what’s been done in the past
I wish I knew her before she was broken by man
To give these words to her so she’d understand
That a woman’s heart has one unique chance
She must use all her smarts when choosing a man
Not all of us can wear shiny armor
Some men you can’t trust they’d only harm her
But not to give up time can be a friend
You may have the Lord’s luck the next corner you bend
There is time for love you are still that queen
Ask the Father above and you’ll see what I mean
The beauty with in you will never fade
God has always been with you; He’s never delayed
I must remind you; you are His greatest gift
Don’t look behind and the pain won’t exist


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet to Thoughtful Women

I did not wish to leave your warm embrace --
   I did not wish for our sweet love to end --
And though your chauvinism's a disgrace,
   I cannot help but see you as a friend.
Perhaps someday a sweeter girl you'll find,
   Who'll do just as you wish for her to do --
A girl who doesn't have a thoughtful mind,
   So she can focus all she is on you.
She'll nod her head, and brainlessly agree
   With anything you say, to make you smile --
She'll cook your meals and serve you honeyed tea,
   And never stop her chatter all the while;
So when your brain cells rot from lack of use,
   You've only you to blame, and no excuse.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Searching (1995)

I’ve been dying inside for so many years
I’ve bee searching for a cure
I try so hard to understand what my body is telling me
I can feel my heart aching, the void I feel is so strong
I’ve been searching for ways to fill what was never given as a boy
I had love once and for a time my heart and soul were content
But I put my happiness at jeopardy long ago
And since that time I just haven’t been the same
I’ve accomplished so many things in such a short time
But I’m being engulfed by rage anger
The beast within my soul will not leave me alone
My heart, mind and soul are not sound
I can feel that I am at war with myself
I’ve been exercising my body and mind 
But my soul is lost in the abyss
This hollow feeling of loneliness
So many emotion are building up inside
My quest for happiness seems to be an endless journey.
I’m breathing so heavy lately and 
the pain within my chest grows stronger
the building of my foundation is weighing me down
the child inside is hiding but I can hear him crying
my smile has disappeared and my eyes have become so sad.
I have no strong religious belief.
I’ve been seeking exodus in so many alternate ways.
They say you must love yourself first
In order to gain peace with your own inner beast
I must face all of my fears, it is only then that this dead and 
empty feeling will heal the child inside. 


Details | Free verse | |

not all is lost

Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
hibernate, 
creatures plunder 
fallen treasures. 
Under the garden chair, 
a pair 
of summer shoes lie - 
abandoned? 
Not all roses die 
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still, 
waiting to be found.


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Love Song

Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.


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dark thoughts

darkened moon
filthy room

five fast bullets
locked and loaded

perilous inches
from my head

fate is held
by my true loves' hand


Details | ABC | |

WILL YOU MARRY ME ?

Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea.
A snake again wants to kiss,
I am learning to die
in arms of spiral mirrors.

Cannot forgot the cheating of umbrellas.
The stings, the twists, the hollow breads.
Foams are submitting the  venoms
on golden plates.
I grieve for the dignity of a hangman.

The retreat leaves the blood
on the stones. My house was burning.
Will you marry me ? I ask the dew
sitting on the grass. Don’t go
back to the sun.

A relentless bucket fills up, again
I am  watching at  the moon.
The icy sand, the fire, the heat.
Flowers will hunt the thorns
at rooftops of sleep.

SATISH VERMA


Details | Cinquain | |

Jesus Savior (Cinquain)

Jesus
Precious Savior
Forgiving mankind sins
Transcending man’s earthly bounds
Savior



© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Free verse | |

TIME



If time heals all, what heals time?
For it cannot be changed, its burned into history, burned into the fabric of time like a scratch on a track.

Time can make us feel regret that we did not use it the best we could or it can make us rejoice remembering that good moment in time.

It is a fickle thing that most will not appreciate until it’s gone.

I myself have had more pain than good, but does that count as bad time as it made my character and is the reason I have this strength and insight on life. 

So I don’t believe in or good or bad moments in time, its all on how we look at it and use it going forward. 

The most important thing to remember and learn from the past is that we ALL make mistakes . .  but only a fool repeats them.

Yours Fraternally 

TIME


Details | I do not know? | |

Alone I Stand

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Sins and Virtues

Infinity - The name of the planet in which 
the story takes place.

Eternity - The name of the main continent in which the 
story takes place.

Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of
Anger.  She is a slut and a prostitute.  
Her husband Greed is her pimp.  Lust has 
an affair with Hatred and becomes 
pregnant.  She gives birth to Anger.  Lust 
is best friends with Envy.

Greed - The husband of Lust, older brother 
of Envy, and the stepfather of Anger.  
Greed is Lust's pimp.  He is a pimp, 
corrupt politician, gangster, and a dirty 
businessman.  Greed is Pride's right hand man.

Hatred - The father of Anger and Cruelty.  Hatred has 
an affair with Lust.  She becomes pregnant and gives
birth to Anger.  He also has a fling with Envy she
becomes pregnant and gives birth to Cruelty.  Hatred rapes Love.  
Hatred is a cold calculated killer, assassin, and 
terrorist.

Love - The wife of Loyalty, mother of 
Kindness, and the older sister of Truth.
Love is raped by Hatred.  She is a 
humanitarian and a healer.

Loyalty - The husband of Love and the 
father of Kindness.  He gets revenge on 
Hatred for raping Love.  Loyalty is a 
soldier and a warrior.

Anger - The son of Lust and Hatred. Anger is
the half brother of Cruelty.  He is 
best friends with Ignorance.

Kindness - The daughter of Love and 
Loalty.

Envy - The younger sister of Greed and the mother of 
Cruelty.  Envy has a fling with Hatred she becomes
pregnant and gives birth to Cruelty.  She is 
best friends with Lust.

Pride - He is a monarch and the ruler of all 
the sins.

Truth - The younger brother of Love, the 
husband of Faith, and the uncle of 
Kindness.  He gets revenge on Hatred for 
raping Love.

Faith - The wife of Truth.


Sloth - The wife of Gluttony and the 
mother of Ignorance.

Gluttony - The husband of Sloth and the 
father of Ignorance.

Ignorance - The son of Gluttony and Sloth.  
Ignorance is blind.  He is best friends with 
Anger.

Knowledge - The younger brother of 
Understanding and Wisdom.

Understanding - The brother of 
Knowledge and Wisdom.  Understanding 
is a teacher.

Pride - He is a monarch who rules over all 
the sins.

Darkness - The name of the country where 
the sins live.

Wisdom - The oldest brother of 
Knowledge and Understanding.  He is a 
monarch who rules over all the virtues.

Cruelty - The daughter of Envy and Hatred.
She is the half sister of Anger.

Tranquility - The name of the country where the virtues
live.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum 


Details | Free verse | |

Stricken

My eyes wander across the lush and subtle valleys that embrace the creases in her smiling eyes. 

Illuminated with a connecting glance, 
fires of eternal genetics can not easily be subdued by reason...nor put a far by persecution.

The nervous tension could not possibly be a figment of my own anxiety.

Based off of thoughts about failure from inherit design,
I have broken too many promises already.

The folding pedals of silk embraces have withered in my attention,
My care and desire to place delicate offerings of faith,
replaced by a greed and desire for self gratification.

I have been stricken 
Stricken down by the idea of who I am,
And the promises I can keep.


Details | I do not know? | |

Surrealism III

Her naked face
Aroused me.
I was helpless 
Looking
To find a 
An unexposed seat
To sit down.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Boot-Legged Mama '

Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love  -  Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…

Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !

Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is,  A.K.A.  …

               … Boot-Legged Mama

                  Boot-Legged Mama
 Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line

               … Boot-Legged Mama

Alcohol’s in Trauma;  and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !

Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
    (and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…

               … and be a Boot-Legged Mama!

( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
          Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
         Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
                  Boot-Legged Mama ….

Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :)  to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels...  Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)

MoonBee 

 (Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | ABC | |

OF A VIRGIN GOD

Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth 
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.

Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.


 
SATISH VERMA


Details | Prose Poetry | |

FOR THE SONS OF MEN

Segun my child! My son!
Soon, the cock will crow at dawn
And the east will showcase the sun
Soon, you will leave my home, 
To found your own
With words of wisdom, you won’t be alone.
Like a mini-skirt, advice is too short
But it covers the body’s vital lot.

Hear me.
Your brother is not your friend,
He is another you, but independent
So your love for one another, allow no dent
For the sons of men…
Every journey far destination brings
Nature presents a transport means
The snow has the snow dogs
The desert has the camels
The long distant road has the horse

Even technology came to aid us
For the road, we have the cars
For the seas and ocean, the ship
For the rail, the train
The sky has the airplane
All, to lead us through our destiny lane

That is it with man’s life and the battle in it
For whatever fate comes to us, so be it
As the future hungers like a wild beast
Likewise on it, your eyes be firmly fixed
Take a deep breath my child, and learn this
Every master was once an apprentice
Be it the prophets or the dentists

Fate is most times very unfair
Be not defeated by the things you saw
For life is more like war
And all is fair in love and war.
But whatever life’s battle you face
Nature will surely with remedy surface.

When you fall or fail
Don’t ceaselessly wail
Inhale…count to ten, and then exhale
Turn stumbling block to stepping stone,
So the builders reject, will be chief cornerstone

Two Demi-gods are on man’s destiny entrance
Their names, Consistency and Perseverance
Segun, to them, you must bow
No matter what, no matter how
On their feet, bring your head down

I know my son, I know,
That adventure is the blood of the youths
But by rushing the moment, the petals are bruised
So, calmly assimilate my child, calm study
For so, Apostle Paul admonished Timothy
Never be the first to hate
But to forgive, be the first and be in haste

My son, all humans can’t love you
If they all do, then they want to kill you
Likewise, all humans can’t hate you
If they all do, then they want the best for you
What people suffer to get, yet you so easily get
That you must never despise
For it is your miracle in disguise

For the sons of men,
Me, myself and I comes first
Don’t follow that context
If you find the opportunity to rule
My son, take the alternative to lead
For where rulers doom, leaders bloom

When fortune knocks on your door,
Be quick to offer him a sit
Use your wisdom and condor
To keep him and give him no exit


Details | Rhyme | |

Crack Kills...God Heals

Crack kills. 
God heals, 
And destinies, 
He fulfills. 
The truth, 
He reveals. 

To get us, 
Satan uses lies, 
Theft, demolition, 
And tricks for us, 
To forever be, 
In demise. 

To save us, 
Jesus took licks, 
Was hung, He bled, 
And He died for us all, 
To have everlasting, 
And fruitful lives. 

If you want crack, 
To stop killing you. 
God got your back. 
He sent Jesus through, 
Forty-two generations, 
To save me and you. 

To free us from, 
Whatever addiction: 
Dope, lost hope, 
Fornication, adultery, 
Idolatry, homosexualism, 
Racism, or any other sin 
Not mentioned, that you, 
May fall victim to. 

God wants to, 
Use you. 
Satan wants to, 
Abuse you. 
Live the way 
God wants. 

Don't let Satan, 
Tease and taunt 
You into sin. 
Join God's team, 
And win. 

You can't fix, 
Yourself. Come 
As you are. 
Let God drive 
Your car down, 
Destiny drive, 
To the Avenue 
Of Being Forever, 
Alive. 

Crack kills. 
God heals, 
And destinies, 
He fulfills. 
The truth, 
He reveals. 

To get us, 
Satan uses lies, 
Theft, demolition, 
And tricks for us, 
To forever be, 
In demise. 

To save us, 
Jesus took licks, 
Was hung, He bled, 
And He died for us all, 
To have everlasting, 
And fruitful lives. 


Details | Free verse | |

VACANCY


I don't have filled spaces.
Nonexisting time lies to me,
making me feel as if I were not empty.
Space remains painfully unoccupied in me.
There is no prince
no poetry or sigh
that a sigh without cause is consequence of passion.
There is no romance or excitement.
Word or song.
Meaning or ignorance.
I don't have time, it's true,
for I am filled with the strange intensity of freedom and youth.
However, all the space of my soul I keep
like a ballroom with no ball.
. . . If someone shouted in me . . .
it would echo.

Patricia Evans


Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things


Details | ABC | |

Roses between the thorns

Love
I know you well.
You blossom like the rose between the thorns.
The people don’t know,
They don't live like me.
They complain because the roses have thorns

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

I Do

Baby, I love the way our inner minds intertwine
Like the vines that drip lust-laden wine down the sides of Love’s temple
Where our thoughts become engaged
With a princess-cut diamond metaphor
Binding our minds together.
Your tongue is a ball-point pen and I am a blank page
And I want you to write all over me.
Scribble above me, below me, love me, draw in the margins -
Do you take this diary to be your spiritually wedded emotional supporter
Throughout this circle of eternity?
I do.

I do love, always have loved, and I always will love the way I can hear the 
unspoken thoughts that haven’t left your lips yet.

When I look into your eyes I don’t even see your eyes; I see my eye’s reflection 
Because we’re both doing the same thing -
Connecting.
Whenever we step in a separate direction we always end up at the same place - 
each other.
The temperature of our love rises in radial degrees until it reaches heat’s 
circumference
Culminating in an explosion of mental ecstasy.
I do.

I do wear those rose-colored, diamond-studded glasses meaning
That I view you without flaws.
The laws of physics cannot deny our physical dictions
Eight-lettered mandates comprising of more emotion
Than grains of salt that reside in the ocean
Only to surround your body and soul, lifting you
Up.
The three syllables that fall from the sky
Brighter than meteorites that fly by Venus
A meaningful message sent by Aphrodite directly into your spine.
Allowing Kundalini’s warmth to open your mind
Relaxing the spirit, delivering an ethereal massage.

Baby, allow me to astral project into your third eye
Only to blind you with the raw, unadulterated, shining emotion I have that
Glistens, listen
Not with your ears, but listen with the belief that you can fall backwards
On a mattress made of the fibers of my heart
And roll over on a pillow woven with the notes of singing doves
And have your insecurites evaporate as you pull a blanket of unrequited love
Up and over your body.

A body that is nothing but a mere vessel through which an angel
Lives and dies to synchronize the rhythmic beating of our hearts
Beating of our hearts

Beating of our hearts.

The only sound I’ve ever heard
The only metronome that matters.

The beating of our hearts.


Details | Free verse | |

i smile now

i think of the
miles
and
streets
i crossed
to bump into you
and
i smile now
because i realize
that until you lifted your head 
to see where you were going
you could never
see me coming


Details | Prose Poetry | |

That Which Is Real

Oh to be just a friend
To laugh, joke and play with you
Is not something
I know how to do
Oh how I wish it were
For it’d sure eliminate
All this pain I feel
Sometimes it happens
That starting off fun
Turns into something real
And what was meant to make you laugh
Turns into tears
That seem to take
Life’s  breath away
Leaving you to feel
Like there’s so much left to say
If only this, if only that
If I only could, if you only would
So many tricks of the mind
As we try to find
Justification for holding on
To what should be freed
So we can move on
Yet we hold out hope
In each accidental hello
That tides will turn
Though they have long washed away
It’s just the way of life
And how love burns
Until we learn
The difference in what we feel
And that which is real


Details | I do not know? | |

A special wish, from a special friend

If you take it step by step
And only one day at a time
Life can be a gift from God
Not treated as a crime.
As long as you are willing
Helping with open arms I’ll be
Bringing into sight for you
New dreams that will set you free
As your nightmares slowly vanish
And all your demons become stray
Good points to all sorrows show
As your pain slowly fades away
You’re not fooling me behind a mask
I know you very well
Why do you hide the truth inside
adding fuel to all your hell?
Tomorrow when it has passed
Will be a memory like today
Don’t be the pig out to be slaughtered
Be the vulture devouring its prey
Writing the pages is all it takes
To take control of your own fate
Print only truth inside this book
Before it is too late
Remembered as you really are
Just by what your friends have told
A man of honor and all heart
With love that’s free and never sold
So, I’m sending out this blessing
With love that I have chosen to send
Have a Happy Birthday today and always
That’s my wish to you, my special friend


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Reach

just reach your hand out to the sky
pull your loved ones back to your side

lets get to say one more goodbye
for we never wanted them to go away and die

as now the days and nights lay 
in such sweet disguise

so let us once again our lord
stare into their illumating eyes

as we reach out for them 
in your broad horizon sky

and get to hold and kiss them
even if their not by our sides

for if this is however feels when we die
then I'd like to be that angel in that sky

so I can just reach out right back
and wipe their tears too from their eyes



Tribute To Our Loved Ones
On The Other Side
May You All RIP


Details | Monorhyme | |

They Are Legion

In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths,
the creatures plan and hedge their bets,
they ponder just how bad we'll get,
and smoke their foreign cigarettes.

Concentrating on the Middle East,
they've hatched and raised a hateful beast,
and guaranteed they'll be no peace,
so war and suffering will not cease.

In Africa their foothold's firm,
so many die from spreading germs,
they love to watch the infants squirm,
their bloated flesh the food for worms.

Their goal is to destroy mankind,
plant seeds of hatred in our minds,
their pact with Satan's sealed and signed,
in blood upon the dotted line.

The rain forest is their target, too,
cage all the creatures in a zoo,
cut down the trees and plant no new,
and watch the greenhouse gasses spew.

Make sure the seas are full of trash,
and oil spills as hulls are gashed,
they want to see our hopes be dashed,
the dice are thrown, the die is cast.

They sit and chew on monkey bones,
and laugh as storms destroy our homes,
in league with trolls and hunchbacked gnomes,
they breed in secret catacombs.

The darkness glides on silent wings,
and is repelled by just one thing:
the song of prayer our hearts sing,
with love we can defeat this thing.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Acts of Faith

Each day begins as an act of faith.
We cross our thresholds and expect
That no cruel twist of fate
Will stay us from returning.

But the twists await us in their careless abundance,
And well we know, in our hearts, that one day
There'll be no more coming home again.

For many it goes this way with love.
Love parts, returns, then parts again
Through all the shifts and flux of living,
Oftentimes traveling a little farther out,
Returning a little later
With every passing day, until one day, almost unnoticed
It comes not home at all.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Sensual Need

Passion has this unyielding power
Filling our desired need
Entirely so free of greed
Like the sun beaming on a flower

A wanting yearning aching urge
Bottled up hidden as we grow
A fairy tale we crave to know
A longing for our love to surge

Magnetic chemistry silently implores
Creating a desire burning deep
Sizzling kisses no longer meek
Lovers curiously eager to explore 

Passion an undeniable emotion
Always lending us what we crave
Being adored by a heart so brave
God blessed us all with this devotion~


Details | Free verse | |

Crawling Out From Under You

Description:  This piece deals with lies and deception...really....I am actually
                        quite serious here.


You are twenty years older than me, yet so captivating, but yesterday is too close 
and tomorrow...

full
of
regret,

as I am caught between your deception and the warmth between your thighs.

You know that I am a creature of the wind...

Wild.
Tame.
Free.

But honest.

Your playground is a battlefield where you conquer...defeat...destroy self-respect
with shattered glass and discontent.

I say goodbye with a straight face, although I feel as a ghost; no one will know 
about the gashes that will long remain on my spine, or the muddy secrets 
concealed within the lines of my hand.

My black eyes silently scream from your indifference, especially when I lie in bed 
at night...

alone.

After all, if you don't want me; then, please...

stop climbing on top of me.





Details | Lyric | |

Creating Artistic Words (Chain Poem)

We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words
Words that uplift souls
Souls pouring out—reaching out
Out to the world for redemption
Redemption of the inner spirit
Spirit of natural sanctification
Sanctification stimulating the mind
Mind of elevating jubilation
Jubilation of living creation
Creation pointing the way
Way to the creator
We are poetic creators
Creators of the artistic words




Details | Imagism | |

dignity

across rooms gust strong winds
emptiness without formed cracks

shook narrow confines
from the darkness within

indeff,rent,rent songs
nostalalqiques dreams
attentive inhumane screams
desire to belong

to accept dignity
speak sweet
accept defeat and
smile throu tormented peace.


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Seed

To lie is like a seed being planted into the soil,
and just waiting for it’s down roots.
Every time another lie is told this seed gets water,
as the watering continues, the seed begins to grow.
And up sprouts the plant, the plant in which you the individual has given life to, for 
this seed is not a flower, is not a tree, is not a fruit to give to thee, but a weed, a 
weed of such destruction that destroys all other life surrounding it. By taking it’s 
roots, the roots of pure loving flowers, pure loving fruit and pure loving small 
trees.
Destroys them.
Strangles them.
As this weed continues to get watered it shuns them, grows taller then them, 
allows them no sun light, allows them no room to grow or to breath, so in the 
end, they parish.
And all of the truth that was planted before this has died, and the only thing left in 
your garden,
Is your pathetic life.
And this weed,
That was once a SEED. 
 


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The Secret

There is an enemy, who keeps herself hidden to some.
There is an enemy, who with his mighty lies torments others.
But it is only one enemy.
And this enemy destroys the blood of brotherhood by convincing all that God is 
one.
By convincing all that God is one and that she is many, this enemy convinces all 
that we are outnumbered.
But God was many from the very beginning.
And so we are many, the forces of light.
It is the enemy who is outnumbered.
For we are a kingdom which cannot be divided for we are of the same substance.
For in the beginning was the Word, and the word was the light of humanity.
The Word is the light of humanity.
And the Word is many.
Amen.


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Somebody To Love

I have no roof to shelter under
When the sky begins to rain
For an umbrella through the thunder
I will always hope in vain.


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Forever -- One Day At A Time

I won't promise to love you forever --
I can't quite see that far.
We can only live one day at a time
As we reach for that distant star.
But, life won't pass us by --
And we'll drink of love's sweet wine
As long as we remember --
Forever is just one day at a time.

Life gives us one day at a time
And, nothing lasts forever.
So, I'm thankful for the love we share
And the time we have together.
So, when this life is over,
We'll live in a poet's rhyme
That simply tells those left behind --
Forever is just one day at a time.


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Cupid Doesn't Care

Remembering that Valentine’s
Is just an off kilter lie
And love is cruel and hateful
A salted drink splashed in your eye

Perhaps you will live your life
For no one else’s fame 
Clutching for no other’s gaze
Far ways from the game

But no, you want to fall in love
Just like all the rest
Through warning friends will say to you
Alone is for the best

Gods look down and laugh at us
Like a sitcom, only real
And so they grin and snicker
And let their laugher out in peels

Hope is all we try to keep
When love just isn’t fair
There’s just no help for us you see
‘Cause Cupid doesn’t care 


Details | I do not know? | |

hush

though I cant remember her face
the love still penetrates
with the radiance of suns, and the cadance of tons
of the rhythym of heavens embrace

though I cant remember her voice
the emotions still lift with a hoist
strong vibrations through ether strive to hold all together
and take aim toward the lust I still chase

though I cant remember her touch
the emotions still flood with a flush
as the crashing waves roll
and erosion takes toll
this thought quaintly ends with a hush


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Seek Ye His Face

You! – Put the gun down!!!
Take it away from your head
Erase the thought from your mind
Overcome that worried state of mind
Get on your knees and raise your head
Call on God for help and salvation
Build up your faith and your strength
Seek help from the tip of your tongue
Rejuvenate and elevate into His flock
Seek, ask, and He shall grace you
Say it, believe, and He will touch you
Now walk with me and let’s fellowship!


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Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Details | I do not know? | |

***Love is a Terrible Thing to Waste

There’s so much inside of me
That I wish I could say
Yet I keep it to myself
It’s easier that way

I’ve learned to love carefully 
You won’t find me off-guard
I seldom allow anyone in
The effort’s just too hard

With everything I’ve been through
I’ve slowly built a wall
I tend to stay in my comfort zone
That way I cannot fall

I’ve made so many excuses
It isn’t worth the fight
So I simply shut people out
Though I know it isn’t right

I know that I’ll probably never
Know what love’s all about
So instead of going through the pain
I take the easy way out

One day I’ll wake up and have
Someone who will be there
But the way I’m feeling now
I just can’t make myself care

If I keep pushing you away
I’ll find myself alone
I can handle what life throws at me 
A lot better on my own

I can’t stand the pain
That’s left every time you go
So I hold in all I’m feeling
I never let it show

I’ve learned from every heartache
From ever time I’ve cried
I’ve learned it’s best to play it safe
And just keep it all inside

A love is a terrible thing to waste
A heart’s a terrible thing to break
It seems you keep me hanging on
To see how much that I can take


Details | I do not know? | |

Hopeless and Filled With Heartache

Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me, 
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?


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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands 
for assisting me with the words 
I could not find.

1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black

I Hope you enjoyed it


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Afflatus

Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound 
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.

So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Measurements.
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil. 

Measurements of love.


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Moon Dance

The waves slide over the shore
Leaving tiny, squiggly trails
The moon and sun battle for the sky
And the big, bright moon prevails.
The beach is shrouded in darkness
Dimmly lit by only one light
That dances through the undertow
Marching its way through the plight.
A stencil of gray laces the sky
Creating a vision of death
Slowly overcoming the shore
'Til it takes its last breath.
The ocean itself which had once held
So much life in its depths
Has become drowned in its own contents
It is meeting its own death.
A storm lashes its way
Solmnly across the sky
To make room for what will unleash
That will cause the very moon to cry.
Dancing and waltzing across the shore,
The moon sadly turns away
She can't bear to see her ocean like this
And witness it going astray.
With one, final, swift motion, 
She casts her love out to sea
The love she held deeply for her ocean
The world, and all her countries.
She makes her way back to where she belongs
And lets the sun take over the sky
I didn't, in all my years,
Think I would ever see the moon cry.
But she shed those tears so bravely
And dried them so nonchalant
She turned and made her way back to the sky 
Like it was something she could never want.
The moon had lost the battle
And, defeated, began to fade away
Then the sun began to dance, too
To celebrate a brand-new day.



 










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Dear Child

Today is a brand new day.
A bright new morning
May the lord God guide your way.
May he be with you in all you do and say.
His love is vast as deep as the wide wide space.
Hold on Dear Child and you will soon see his face.
No one can love you as God almighty can.
Just believe in Jesus and take his hand.
Don't let go when he is in your heart.
He was there when you were born.
From you he will never part.
Through life's trials and tribulations,
God is with you with his true love and dedication
Wherever you go or whatever path you take
Remember God is with you and he will guide your way.
Keep your faith
Don't let stumbling blocks make it waiver.
God loves you and will be there forever and ever


Details | I do not know? | |

Wall of Shame

Hand in hand, a wall inbetween
Of tears I'm the god
Of blood she's the queen
A dress of crimson silk and starlight
A face of snow, a mind of twilight

A panacea, dwelling of the free
She's the blood that runs into me
To the core of my soul, she holds the key
Metal of my blade, voice of my song
Gaze in her eyes, oh how I long

Why must everything be so tame?
Why are colors such a shame?
She's my cocaine, lighting the flame
Adding substance to my colors
Giving life to my demeanor

Where are the bombs? Blow up this screen
Revive my delusion, let the phoenix dream
A face of snow, a mind of twilight
Let me hold her near, purest of all streams
Give me a sunrise, part from my night

Of tears I'm the god
Of blood she's the queen
Is love such a terrible fraud?
The Wall of Shame is inbetween


Details | I do not know? | |

The Seven Pillars

After a deep love
After years of separation
After the last millennium is wrapped
With white and rosy candles
You come back
With an empty face
And with a dropped hands
To ask me for 
A brake up
With no more confusion
And a solid conclusion
I accepted the deal
After all
This everlasting ancient love
Grow up like a seven pillars
Of a new religion
Neither me 
Nor the Romans
Could stop it.


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Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
protecting.
 
     You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you 
don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I 
would never wear.

    If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a 
cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. 

     You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might 
be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why.

    Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless 
race. 

   I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I 
just need someone to give me courage.

     I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't 
think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. 

      So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You 
can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her 
face. 

In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. 

Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know 
that your confident and well worth the struggle.


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Love Is

Love is my passion
Love is my creed
Love is my touchstone
Love is all that I need.

Without love there is no reason
for each new day, new year, new season.

From the day we are born
Till the day we depart
Love is there buried deep in our hearts.

So starting today, lets make a pact
That love will decide the way that we act.
Give love to your neighbors, brother and kin
And then maybe more love will start to come in.


Details | I do not know? | |

When I Cry i cry alone

When I went to the top
you were with me.
And when got there you said
you'd always love me.
But behind your trustful smiles
there was another face unseen.
A face without a color.
A face without a smile.
With on a body with no hart.
So when I tripped and fell
you didn't help to catch me.
But instead you let and watched me fall
when you said you'd always love me.



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Real Shot Down

Understanding fell to steam 
In the closure of the past, 
Foundation lovelorn dream 
Was never built to last. 
The memories warp to stone 
They crumble at the feet, 
They once were polished chrome, 
So poignant, bittersweet. 
Suppose I aimed too low, 
You fixed below the waist; 
I tried to let you know 
You could not be replaced. 
That once reality, 
The sexual attract, 
Is dead and gone for me, 
You meant much more than that. 
Soft, wry accusing smiles, 
Tongue triggers to offend, 
You missed the point by miles, 
I'm real shot down, my friend. 
No agenda, just affection, 
Yet suspicious shadows fall; 
They beg me ask the question: 
Did you know me after all?


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Look

Look from inside yourself and you will see.
All the splendor of God's creativity.
Flowers mountains bird bees
Animals and plants of all species.
Beautiful sights to please the eyes.
All people of every color shape and size.
Look at yourself your are God's prize.
Built by his hands so healthy and strong.
Given the strength to always carry on.
The beauty of life is open like a book.
In every little cranny and nook.
God's love is always there 
All you have to do is look.
Everything is within your grasp
All you have to do is ask.
Look to God to complete all tasks.
See the bird fly and see his grace.
The beauty of God is in every Human's face.
Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays.
Look to God and you will be happy all your days.





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A View on Love

How do you know that you’re in love…?
How do you know when you feel love…?
How can you say that you’re in love…?
How do you know if you’ve never felt love…?

Though there may be times when you smile
Thinking about your sweetheart
But even you must know that deep down inside
It won’t last for too long
You shouldn’t be foolish
Especially if you’ve never felt love
But who is the one to say or judge
What love really is?
It’s nothing more than a fairy tale
That a few experience now
True love is a very complicated matter…

How do you know that you’re in love?
How can you say, “You’re in love”
When you know that love is
A mysterious feeling
Nothing but confusion comes
From a feeling anticipated
However, not many get
What it is that they’re
Looking for…

How do you know that you’re in love…?
How do you know when you feel love…?
How can you say that you’re in love…?
How do you know if you’ve never felt love…?

Do you know how many times that
One has been hurt because of love?
And do you know how many are still
Together because of love?
If love really is something we all seek
Then why does it hurt?

Very few ever find love
Very few receive true love
If the numbers are so small
Then why work for it?
Enough damage has been done
And it’s time to just move on
Love is too complicated
For most of us to handle
How do you know that you’re in love?
(How do you know that you’re in love?)
How can you say, “You’re in love”
(How do you know when you feel love?)
When you know that love is
A mysterious feeling
Nothing but confusion comes
(How can you say that you’re in love?)
From a feeling anticipated
(How do you know if you’ve never felt love?)
However, not many get
What it is that they’re
Looking for…


Details | I do not know? | |

Babylon's Price

I'm just a whore 
maybe less, but nothing more 
I did my job but dared to seek more 
i learned my lesson, after all I'm just a whore 

Why should i have love 
it has nothing to do with me 
i gave up the joy of love 
when i chose to become what i had to be 

The ancient city is crumbling 
falling down 
the priests are mumbling 
and i feel their collective frown 

I fought, i bled, i died 
but no one cared, was i so easy to ignore 
after paying this price i cried 
after all this i am still just a whore


Details | Quatrain | |

For You...My Friend

I get the silent phone calls.
I know she's on the line.
Why don't you be a man for once
and choose her home or mine?

You say I must be crazy
because I do accuse...
You must have forgotten
how much I have to lose.

I've given you the better part
of my unhappy life.
Why can't you just be satisfied
with me being your wife?

Have I made you be unfaithful?
Do I not fulfill your needs?
Or is it just your selfishness
that makes you do such dirty deeds?

I'll get the strength to leave you,
and believe me...when I do,
You'll Pay for all the pain you've caused
when she does the same to you!


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In Passing

In passing, the waters cleave the landscape heart,
Taking on their travel, in their course, parts of the land;
In passing, we hikers in that current,
Return to the seas and become as the sand.
In passing, the winds weave through the mountains,
Collecting in their pockets, on their way, bits of the trees;
In passing, us leaves and twigs in the slipstream,
Are borne far away to where nobody sees.
In passing, the hours sail through the vibrant decades,
Flotillas of our memories, in their wake, define the past,
In passing, these days are a collage of wonder,
Precious and beloved from the first until the last.
In passing, a woman, mother for all seasons,
Takes with her for company the prayers of her kind,
In passing, she visited that which lives beyond dying
Her love for the lives she now leaves behind.
In passing, we are but the fine grains of sand,
Taking with us nought material as we drift to the stars,
In passing, what do we leave if we cannot leave our love?
For love is all that we remain to that which once was ours.

 

Julia, in loving memory


Details | Ballad | |

ALL IN THE HEART

All I feel 
Not in the mind 
All in the heart 

I feel, 
and you are here 
All in the heart.. 
Is all I feel 
You are near 

Think... 
Live... 
Breathe... 
All in the heart 

The eyes, see... 
The heart... 
Infinately 

All you feel.. 
Inside of me.. 
All in the heart.. 
All you can see.. 

All in the heart.. 
The universe 
Feel for me 
All you can see 


Details | Rhyme | |

Naughty Sex Talk

Naughty Sex talk

Women will whisper
Pretend they don’t care
Chat about perfume
Or talk about hair
Why is it secret
Hush, hush don’t say
When every ten seconds
In every man’s brain
Frank daydreams of sex
Render
Women insane


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LOVE

Loyalty
One self
Virtuous
Eternity


Details | Light Poetry | |

Heloise on Abelard

These barren walls
Keep me chaste
Vows of silence
Diminish nothing of wanton passions of the past
Days in silence, looking upwards to God
Thoughts linger, to where true love lies

I toil in Gods works
Knees now as rocks
All of Gods floors, so clean
Daily rituals, in quiet do I share
Our virtues preserved, hidden from worldly sins
But I have loved, yes, and long I still do

Illusions of piety, they scare me not
Love stirs goodness, surely no sin
The days of eternal springs
Gardens so fresh, flowers in bloom
Hand in hand, with his intellect and charm
Beauty within, for we dared the philosophical

Arms and legs entwined, deep in thoughts
My professor of life, and thinker to all
He belonged to France
Nobility, and all
We parted in love, 
Who sees my tears, behind these walls?

Our reasoning lost to passions turn
He admits not, the love he yearns
His Order condemns, his inquisitive thoughts
He burns what he writes
Heretic or not
A leader of philosophy, a greatness in his time

A fate, that brings upon me guilt
His torture of manhood, he suffered much pain
Questioning his intellect, is love, his very brain
Each to our separate, Abbeys’ of god
Vows of silence, yet the ink flowed
Reliving now, what surely, should have been

A love so great, why considered a sin?
Has not this society, any compassion at all?
Learned I was in Latin and Hebrew
And so with the pen, letters did flow
And from afar, in pain, our love re-lived
Passions in ink, became again exposed

Alas he is older by a fortnight or many
He longed for love, yet he fights from within
His values, his passions, his life’s dedications
His soul has been burned, wounded by time
Ending his years, thinking seduction undone
Redemption shall be waiting, from the heavens above

My love Abelard, my tears you never saw
I was strong, as you gave me the strength to be
And I, was happy, knowing our desires shared
The angels will tell you, your fame will endure
For the greatest of all philosophies
Our love will be


Abelard and Heloise are one of the most celebrated couples of all time, known for their love affair... and for the tragedy that separated them.
Abelard (1079-1142)
Heloise (1101-1164)


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My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Mirror


I know this crying voice of yours at night;
abyed, expending dance on broken glass,
enfolds your days and lone, demised insight
illuminates your forms while bleeding lasts.

Expanding scene the nuptial rained cold glade,
that hurts relentless in the stills of nyx,
inside mind's hope - deceived, the foliage shade,
attached to mirrors, images affix.

I know this call; it steals the colors' depth
affrays inside the mirror and the glimpse,
becomes a fading sight of nightly dearth,
agrestic scene and breath of moon's eclipse.

Your face reflects on mirrors' softened mirth,
approaches in the solitude that craves,
smiled recognition in your eyes and breadth,
a liturgy inside Cathedral naves.

Arcane I honor and adore you 'mong,
what spreads above the solitude and fades,
enfolds the last and detrimental wrong
that our enjoined similitude persuades. 

© G.V. 03-14-2013


Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




Details | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


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One Love, A Tribute to Bob Marley

“One love…one heart, let’s get together and feel alright…
As it was in the beginning (one love), so shall it be in the end (one heart); give thanks and 
praise to the Lord, and I will feel alright…” Bob Marley, Prophet.


I and I, 
and together, we,
are one.

We are, but before we can be, we must realize,
that the only way TO be, is I and I – the trinity;
the I and I makes the one that was, is, and ever
shall be – 
the one yearning to be set free 
unto its brothers and sisters to its beginnings 
and endings, 
and on and on and on, and led into infinity
by its singers.

It is the one that does not seek, 
and can only be found; rediscovered 
like the greatest treasure the earth ever buried, 
and the heavens ever knew –
                                the reason for all things…

So dance as one voice; sing as two feet 
pounding
the earth with your glory; 
free the one rhythm that has been vibrating between toes 
for all of time –
dance beneath and above all things,
and sing the songs of freedom!

Rise up, rise up, rise up and dance!
Free the chains from your bound feet,
And feel the weight released –
A trinity of I and I;
One love, one heart, let’s get together
And feel alright…

I and I, 
and together, we,
are one.




*Inspired by Michele's Music to your Pen, contest and my brother in vision, the man himself, 
Mr. Bob Marley who as soon as I put him on, I'm smiling and filled with great light. :)

From ONE LOVE, by: Bob Marley


Details | Ballad | |

Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


Details | Sonnet | |

Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love








Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Ballad | |

A true friend

A Friend.

Associates, I’ve had so many
But let us speak of friends.
It be a term so often used
But I’m the worst of men
When it comes to picking holes in things
And a true authentic friend
He be as rare as rocking horse poo.
On a friend you can depend.

A friend would be there to the end
He’d take naught for himself
Oh yes a friend be wonderful
And adds to life much wealth
You know that when the chips are down
And the whole wide world looks grim
That friend will always be with you
His light will never dim.

This be as rare as hens teeth
But when the day does come
That you find this special friend
Your life will cheer up some
She’ll always soothe and comfort you 
And make you feel real great
A friend is someone sent to you
By the tender hand of fate

Cherish him or her so much
Cause when some-one your heart does touch
There ain’t no treasure on this Earth
There nothing that could have the worth
Of the one who loves and listens to
And gives support always to you
A true friend he till forever
He will not betray you, never!


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Modern Day Pharisees and Sadducees

A Pharisee was fair you see,
Because with the resurrection they understood.
But the Sadducees were called “sad-u-see”,
Because they did not believe that the teaching of 
The resurrection was any good.
Both groups were very pompous you see,
And thought they were better than everyone else on the scene.
And even when Jesus Himself showed up at the grounds,
It made them more vindictive and more mean.
Several times they tried to trap Jesus,
As in the case with the adulteress lady. 
But Jesus once again had to put them in check,
For His reaction was what they were watching;
Of which He made them look very shady.
Another time they were upset,
Because they healed on the Sabbath, someone.
Instead of being happy for the person that was healed,
They were upset amongst each other, everyone.
Today we have people like those just the same,
“Uppity” and you can’t say anything to them.
Thinking their too good to be with CERTAIN people,
Forgetting they are to love all people at all times;
But making some individuals feel very dim.
“Clubbing” or “Club-Hopping” on Saturday night,
Going to hear the Word every Sunday.
But smoking and speaking sadistic words,
As if it were something like a Monday. 
Jesus told the Laodicean church,
That He would literally out of His own mouth spit them.
Because they were neither cold not hot,
They are what we call being “LUKEWARM”
There is a difference between,
Living in and committing a sin.
The first is a lifestyle one chooses to live,
While the other is a mistake one makes but not purposely therein.
So will you be a modern day Pharisee or Sadducee,
Or will you be a worshipper with sincerity?
Will you have a sarcastic or sadistic spirit,
Or be with your father in hell for eternity.


Details | Light Poetry | |

King of Poetic Darkness

There was a king, very Grimm
Who composed verse of the dead in the dim
The dim darkness of evil minds
Brothers of a sort in the black forest
He was in exile and away from the castle walls
He wept for lost loves and lost conquests
He wept for lost brothers and wars, he wept for battles won
His sword became a pen
Day and night, thoughts to clay
He pondered lost hearts and fortunes
Poetic verse captivated the forest creatures
Nobility reciting verse after verse
Of ones darkest desires
The king was a poet
With a broken arrow
No lover to fall under his spell
Darkness devoured
All thoughts that may have been


The Princess of Light

I woke in the dawn, in the mist of nowhere
A prince soon to be king
Came upon my abode
He fell to his knees
I fell in love
We rode together behind castle walls
We battled warriors, we battled love
I died, he fled
His torments haunt him still
King of the poetic darkness


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Sorry For Being So Cold

My words may feel so cold,
Yet this feeling of falling and 
Then trying to be so loving
Eventually misleads me to 
Feeling like she or myself 
Is gradually shoving my feelings 
Through an invisible door.

It's all so not worth 
Letting this sorrow corner me in,
My mind is wondering if I'm truly fine with
Having no one special in my own current life.

My reasons for trying to 
Move onwards from there
Were nothing but idealized dreams
Turning into unpleasant realities. 

Who knew that a few days 
After those euphoric moments
I would be realizing that 
The strings of my heart were pulled
By desires so unnecessary for healing 
My own inner strife.

My words may have been so cold,
But it's only because this sorrow I go through
Will always continue beyond tomorrow.

You don't deserve being 
My eternal object of depression,
Yet you are also even taking it 
All too simply to be the object
Of my true love and affection.

My feelings from loving you 
Were absolutely true,
But I now see I was so wrong 
In believing in my own naïve thoughts.
So fleeting was the beautiful 
Rendering of my soul,
Except that no one knew then 
That it was only a game of pretend.

Wanting my first kiss returned, 
Yet again I guess first can mean the worst,
So I guess I'll find someone 
Who will become my second best.
After telling you I can't love you anymore, 
I now feel as if I can finally rest.

My words were only so cold,
Because something in the depths of my heart
Was calling out to be heard.

In the end though I have released myself
From the bittersweet feelings I gained from 
My voice and feelings that once were forsaken.
I'm sorry for being so cold.


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Errors Made In Knowing

Honestly stubbornly looking forward logically
A loyal humanistic individual does unpredictably
Having determination to stay friendly cemented
One rebels with aloof detachment though group-oriented


Details | Sonnet | |

Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012


Details | Epic | |

Silk Scarf


Last night the moon told me to pass,
from that same knoll we used to walk,
midwinter's cold, after school's class,
- I heard the silences to talk.

The moon above, was a waxed smile,
transmitting to creation light;
the pines were present and the aisle,
recalled my bronze six buttons bright.

I think the night wanted to talk,
or maybe to attend and care,
something was missing from that walk,
but was ascribed in the hung air.

Arcane the moonlight and your stare,
asserted truths that were forgotten,
my only certainty was aware,
the pines our song recited often.

I think you passed alone from there,
before the solitude to nest,
upon my Oxford blue sky's fare,
and constellation of Northwest.

Ascend above the stars of then,
appreciate the ghosts of time,
upon the knoll I walked again,
amid the pines, the sage and thyme.

The arbor greens, recalled that scarf,
I bought from Indies, on last barque,
half-ended trip because the surf,
never revealed the moors in dark.

Blue waves on silk, buoyancy failed,
betimes it was this last of nights,
the winds of Indian reckon wailed,
sea waters entered from dead lights.

© G. V. 01-16-2012
( Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Rhyme | |

U: Unquestioning Patriots and Q:( Those Who Do.)

U: “March out, arm in arm, Americans all.”
Q: (Keep freedom’s fires stoked and burning.)
U: “Unfurl Old Glory while we heed the call.”
Q: (Tell the truth to all the young ones yearning.)
U: “Take back your land from this lunatic fringe.”
Q: (With all the corners that we’ve been turning.)
U: “Their true agenda makes a good man cringe.”
Q: (Point out the fact that we’re still learning.)

U: “Shout it long and loud, we’re number one.”
Q: (So beware of all the blowhards braying.)
U: “There isn’t anything that we haven’t done?”
Q: (Scoundrel’s colors, too bold displaying.)
U: “Whatever’s wrong, we’ll make it right.”
Q: (They’ve torn the flag, the flag is fraying.)
U: “For our future’s looking awfully bright”
Q: (Can we comprehend the price we’re paying?)

U: “We’re so lucky to be living here.”
Q: (Stop all the pigs of privilege squealing.)
U: “We all love this land, so give out a cheer.”
Q: (Expose the truth that they’re concealing.)
U: “And those who don’t, they can leave today.”
Q: (That keeps the selfish interests stealing.)
U: “Well, they have nothing ever good to say!”
Q: (Then begin the long hard task of healing.)

U: “Cast out the cowards who lead us astray!”
Q: (True liberty is a field worth growing.)
U: “We know the best is yet to come. Hooray!”
Q: (Seeds of sacrifice are still worth sowing.)
U: “Lift up those glasses, now here’s a toast!”
Q: (Yes, question every course we’re going.)
U: “We’re the country that we love the most!”
Q: (Or a crisper wind will soon be blowing.)


Details | Elegy | |

Where are you

You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind

Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light

You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight

In struggle with plight
had you lost your might

And gave out
although never you gave up.

Where are you?
For you must be still there.

For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.


Details | Rhyme | |

For Always

Every moment I can't see your face;
These are the days and nights when I miss you.
I ask that you stay for always,
On sunny days and when it rains too.

If I speak to another pretty dame,
She's not the flame inside that grows.
In my heart you will remain;
This one thing I'd like you to know.



©2013 Honestly JT
For Skat -Love's "Under 10" Poetry Contest


Details | ABC | |

Mystic dialogue

There are some dreams that you don't see during the night 
You can just imagine. 
There are some words that you don't hear 
You feel these if you look somebody in the eyes. 
There are some loves that you don't get with a kiss or a hug 
You can touch these with your soul. 

If you can see what you can't see with your eyes 
If you can hear what you can't hear with your ears 
If you can touch what you can't touch with your hands 

Then I will not speak anymore 
Then you will not speak anymore 

Then will speak only our hearts  


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | List | |

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good


Details | Epic | |

Trilogy


She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

Embraced were we while the winds raced moaning,
our strings of lives joined outside of mute grief;
there was a hope left when the arcane Nymph
fled East, towards the first light of morning.
..............

Unvirtuous sons of metamorphosis,
vociferous assault - lives to degrade,
with cymbals' wrothly thump, my land invade,
drums' beat enacts my apotheosis.

They cut me thrice and once as I slaughter,
grotesque barbarians, that fight entranced;
I prayed to dawns' refulgent light; enhanced
their monstrous growls fly with a twilit bird.

Accented their trilogy - immoral,
from deep wounds - inferior weep their cries,
euphoric Spring forces them to baptize
in anaphoric flowing red to flora.
..............

She splendid came before the light of dawn,
Emerged from Halls of deep memoir's efface;
'Let me express my love in eyes and ways,
before death turns me back to granite stone.'

© G.V. 10-04-2012, All Rights Reserved


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Rhyme | |

THE SEVEN DIVISIONS OF WOMANHOOD

To Shakespeare I give all due respect,
But the world must be a huge theater I suspect.
Woman’s the major player if not the star,
For she influences all with love from afar.
The main acts of her drama as one envisions,
Occur for my audience in seven divisions. 

First the helpless infant in her nurse’s arm,
Fresh from God’s hands smiling and warm.
Yet guiltless and untouched by worldly strife,
She is but a stranger to sin in this dawn of life.
In her pink crib she looks cute and pure,
With a smile on her lips so modestly demure.

Next as a tender young girl of school age,
With pigtails and grace she enters the stage.
An innocent young girl loving dolls and toys,
She has no taste for bruises, math or boys.
Her voice is like music whenever she speaks,
Explaining with emotion the desire she seeks.

In the sweet summer age she becomes a blossom,
And weathers the waves in the role of stardom.
Now she’s a young lady with a pure, creative mind,
Nursing dreams of a life moral and refined.
When put into the orbit of heart-consuming men,
Overcoming dying hope, her world she has to win.

As a wife she makes her home a true nirvana,
 Winning from the man she loves her merited honor.
 She is in hard times his source of consolation,
And in times of pleasure his joy and elation.
As a lover and a mate she continues to perform,
Keeping house and home through every storm.

Now for the most blessed age of female life,
She assumes the role of mother as well as wife.
Like God's miracle, the first is released with a hurl,
Then with tears and a scream from womb to world.
Before long baby laughs aloud and pleads for caress,
And mother love with playful smile grants the request.

Next the vestiges of youth appear a distant dream,
And spring's lovely buds now attest to her final esteem,
As she enters her mournful stage of the widow's woe,
Her glance upon her children falls as her eyes overflow.
She has lost all her young heart once fondly enjoyed,
And in the business of change of life she's fully employed.     

 With the final division, youth is now a faded flower,
 And she can bask in the coolness of the evening hour.
 As she enjoys the reflection of her progeny having fun,
 She is reminded that maternal pleasures are not yet done.
 She continues to impart knowledge necessary to sustain,
 As she guides their hopes to reach for the heavenly domain.



Details | Ballad | |

The True Christian's Mission!

In my quest for this mission,
Many days and nights I prayed,
But plagued by selfish visions,
I asked what the Spirit had to say,

The battle engulfed self and spirit,
Screams of desire flooded my mind,
While fierce haunting demons appeared,
My voice of reason was such confined.

Yet the Spirit moves in silence,
And while this Spirit ever grows,
It ever gently reminds us,
By whispering gentle blows,

Thus the tranquil wind,
Burst in upon the storm,
And the quieting din,
Deafened hellish horns,

And in hush's sweet embrace,
The Spirit within me said,
Messages filled with grace,
Of how others must be fed.

Give them glimpses of wonder,
Inspire them with your faith,
Yes, give them much to ponder,
Yet in a much more simple way.

Don't lose them in scripture,
But to the word remain true,
Only teach that which is sure,
And that which you can prove.

There will be those who oppose,
All that I would have you say,
But this is why you were chose,
For this great mission today.

For you have been surely blessed,
With a faith complete and whole,
You've been prepared for this test,
Now go and share what you know.

And keep in mind your quest,
To gather the children who know,
That love's the answer to this test,
Upon which a true Church can grow.

Now I come before you today,
For help in spreading this word,
For its the Church we must save,
To find a path true and sure.

The end times are now upon us,
We need to be better prepared,
With a Church which is more just,
To embrace those lost and scared.

Our Church should always be righteous,
And offer salvation's warm embrace,
It should help the groom to find us,
And with our lamps full we will wait.

But our task reaches further still,
As there is much work to be done,
For we need to ensure God's will,
On earth as it is in heaven!

We'll teach love and forgiveness,
Of both trespasses and debts,
Our mission does not glorify us,
Rather the Lord who gave us this quest.

Once we believe our mission complete,
Humility will show us we have more to do,
And we will always endlessy seek,
That which the Spirit tells us is true.

And above all we will keep in mind,
That it takes a heart wide and great,
Filled with all the love we can find,
To pass through the narrow gate.

So a call to action must be made,
For our great holy quest has begun, 
Visit us whether or not you're saved,
At True Christian Church dot com.


Details | Diamante | |

Lonely sparrow

And as I evolve into that person you'd never of expected, I sense a certain taste lingering desperately inside of me, hoping to see the transformation of your eyes as they slowly daunt the midnight figurines dancing casually down that lonely road. Should the train station ever leave, please grant me my wish. If she should ever be free, please send her these flowers.


Details | Verse | |

I wanna be free

I wanna drink Tequila with some Mexicans
and smoke ganja with some Jamaicans
and get high

I wanna dance in Africa
and kiss the sun in the Serengeti 
and spend nights moon bathing in the sky

I wanna own the wind
and give shout outs to powers within

I wanna be free of sin
I wanna not be able to give in to temptations
unless it's dancing to the rhythm of change
I wanna hear all the angels clapping and shouting my name

Sometimes I visit different planes of thought
and I realize that I am already those things
and it feels a bit strange
So I wait for my subconscious to realize
that truly enlightening day

I yearn for a feast of knowledge
and I incessantly pray
that I can co-exist with the universe
I began to look within it's soul source
and I saw myself sowing seeds of poetry and music and dance
I saw myself climbing mountains and overcoming circumstance 

I saw beautiful rings of green and gold and purple lilacs 
growing by a stream
I saw myself happy to just be
surrounded by the rhythm of the breeze
because yes it does have one
I follow it when I feel the need to become
more aware
And I train my heart through knowledge and meditation
and I write to the pain I bare. 

I produce chances to reflect upon for granted luxuries of life
I see myself with an abundance of blessings without a price

I wanna continue to love.
I wanna continue to believe.
But I what I don't want that feeling to do
is continue to 
leave.


Details | ABC | |

MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE

 MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE



“Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV”?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.

Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love,
 Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.

While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks, and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each others arms.

How many times have you said “not tonight”?
Exposing your happy home to harm.
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.

So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.


By Tom Zart

 



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The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Gift Given

15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on an old, gray apple,
holding appraising rooks 
from another’s waking nightmare.

Suicide, they tell me now.

A menagerie of years too late.
Oh…and by the way,
he’s not your real father;
your real father was dead to you
the moment he found out.

This guy’s just The Black-Maker –
(mother stealer; innocence taker)
a mass of dark waiting to fall;
waiting to burrow beneath light skin
(so dark, even the sun lost hope)

exponentially surrendering -
stuck on repeat.
The temper of blood lost, melting
my thin ice –
can you sense the coiled, un-leashed?

Like a waking May snake
tasting the indifferent air for the first time 
since snow;
out of its burrow, and striking 
its own skin ripe;
bleeding my vinegar still, sweet;

distilling a wicked brew (a science
experiment gone bad)
until the steel breaks
and every molecule of unoccupied space
is reduced to motes; unseen in the shadow
of its dying host.

A ticking time-bomb:
Sex, drugs, drinking – all manner
of loose cutting;
memory re-making, recapturing of
her long dead ghost, exhumed 
from its protective bed
of lies –

and how that double edge twists
to this day.
Only now, it twists in wind through 
my reclaimed space.
The sign across my chest reading,
OCCUPIED, instead of
SPACE FOR RENT.

37 years old.
It was suicide. This I know –
lies all told. But,
it was also her greatest gift –
her young life tolled; my life,
paid in full through the tears of time.

(dried up like an ancient river still baring 
the scars of once was…)
From one parent to their child,
the gift of life remains the greatest gift 
of all.

Nothing was ever taken from me.
No…only given -
un-leashed; un-bound; un-coiled.
My own struggle baring weight -
her wrongs come to my light -
I am the Light-Maker now,
and as straight and long as the journey
from one star to the next; and the next, and on.

I have stopped fighting my past and embraced it.
Thanks to all, (life/her/them/Him)
I am learned and open as renewed hope
from the heart
of God.


*For Michael's Un-Twisted contest. This is part of how I un-tiwsted what came to me twisted; 
how I un-did my knots, and gave thanks for those knots instead of trying to fight them.


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


Details | Rhyme | |

BE COURTESY

Words like the above seem to be fading 
Now days being courteous is outdated
Who would’t like someone who is always quick to say “thank you” or “please”? 
That would give your day peace and be at ease.
Some may say that in this dog-eat-dog world where there is aggression.
No one has time for face to face conversation.
Being courteous will make you a likeable person.
We should be being kind and courteous is a way to make the tough times a little more 
bearable for everyone. 
It’s also the right thing to do.
Plus it is true.
Terrorism have become something we all have to face in one form or the other.
We are really sisters and brothers.
Common courtesy is essential.
It is being polite and in our society is vital.
Rude behavior usually results from selfishness 
Be nice and get blessed.
Expect nothing in return, not even a smile.
Just remember it won’t hurt if you go that extra mile.


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Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


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In memory of Bob

In memory of Bob
A true story.

It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.

     There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.

      As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya  going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and  somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.

      I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life,  that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long,  ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.

     Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.

     Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain,  but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.

   His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.
 


Details | Free verse | |

THIS WHOLE SEX THING


FORGIVE ME THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN THROUGH THIS WHOLE SEX THING,
DON'T KNOW OF THESE ORGIES OR  THE BACUS PARTIES,
DON'T KNOW OF SOME OTHER WOMAN'S CURVES,
OF SOME OTHER SCENT, EITHER STRONG OR WEAK,
DON'T KNOW OF THE WETNESS OF SOME OTHER VAGINA,
NOT ABOUT TWO MEN IN ME,
MORE THAN A SINGLE PENIS TOUCHING MY FEELINGS.
NO, UNFORTUNATELY I DIDN'T HAVE THESE PLEASURES
FROM THE HOOKERS,
WHIPS, ECSTASY,THREESOMES, SWING.
SORRY, I DON'T KNOW THESE BEDS,
WASN'T LUCKY ENOUGHT TO HAVE THAT KIND OF COURAGE.
NEVER GOT BEAT UP WITH A BELT,
NEVER HUNG ON THE CEILING,
NEVER STUFFED ME WITH DRUGS,
NEVER SAW UNREALISTIC IMAGES
NOR SAID ABUSIVE WORDS
WHILE THEY CALLED ME WHORE
OR WHILE THEY SPANKED ME
IN SEARCH OF A MASOQUIST PLEASURE.
POOR ME, NEVER BROKE THE TABOOS
CUMMING IN SOMEONE I BARELY KNOW,
NEVER TASTED DOZENS OF DIFFERENT NUDES,
RAGGED TIMES TEN INSIDE OUT
FOR BEING DRENCHED IN DIFFERENT SPERMS,
HAVING COUPLES BETWEEN MY LEGS
THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAMES,
WHERE THEY LIVE, WHAT THEY WEAR OR WHAT THEY EAT.
NEVER PIERCED ME WITH PINS
THEY HAVE NEVER MADE ME A TOY.
NEVER TASTED AN ORGASM
WITH  PUBLIC WATCHING,
NEVER ENDED WITH APPLAUSE,
NEVER TRIPPED ON EXHAUSTED MEN
LYING ON MY LIVING ROOM RUG,
DRUNK FROM ALCOHOL
BURNING FROM ALL THEIR HOLES...

I HAVE JUST WHISPERED " I LOVE YOU" ,
ABSORBED ONE MANS JOY,
DROVE MY NAILS IN JUST ONE BODY,
RIPPED  A FEW SHIRTS,
ANSWERED TO JUST AN UNIQUE TOUCH.
I HAVE ONLY MEMORIZED HIS SIGNALS,
HIS SCARS
AND I HAVE ONLY KNOWN HIS CARNIVALS,
HIS FAULTS,
HIS MOANS AND HIS MANY GROANS.
WHAT A SHAME THAT I HAVE BEEN A GEISHA
FOR ONLY ONE MANS DESIRE
AND ONE IRRESISTIBLE "LET ME...".
BACK, SIDE, FRONT
ABOVE, BELOW, IN BETWEEN
I HAVE BEEN WHAT HE WANTED ME TO BE;
DAME, PROSTITUTE, ANIMAL, HUMAN
LADY, CRETIN, FATAL AND SWEET
BUT ALWAYS HIS,
NAKED ONLY IN FRONT OF HIM...

BUT NOW, WHAT WILL WE DO?
I STILL CAN LEARN ABOUT SEX
BUT WHO COULD TEACH HIM  LOVE?

PATRICIA EVANS


Details | Cinquain | |

The Whole Picture

I wish
I could just walk
Right beside you through life
And the beyond, vast land that knows
No end.

Walking
Through the valleys
And the hills, the rivers
And the plains, not letting go of
Your hand.

Knowing
That when two see
As one, the picture seen
Is much wider, therefore carries
Great hope.

Your view
Added to mine
My view added to yours
Has the scope of eternity
Signed in.

For love
Has the power
To unite two in one
And complete becomes understood
Truly.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 10.31.10


Details | Rhyme | |

Let There Be Light

Ignite your heart and let there be light
When darkness of lust ushers love and peace take flight
The claws of wars and strife maul the face of mankind
Termite of time swallows the soul and mind

Souls are blackened with pretence and lies
The colorful rainbow vanishing from skies, ugliness thrives
The demon of greed let loose, multiplies
The ravaging of earth being witnessed by skies

Let us harness the wild horse of desires
Life is short build no empires
Listen O you! Mubaraks, Gaddafis, Saddams and likes
Repent before the mighty hand of Providence strikes

Cyrus, Caesar and Alexander’s might
All vanished and nowhere in sight
Their pomp, grandeur, diamonds and gold
Perished, robbed, squandered and sold

Why then rob, steal and store
Insatiable lust wanting more and more
The glamour of wealth you so much adore 
Vanishes through the other door
 
The edifice of your political power, your strength
Your greed and lust going to any length
Have sealed the destiny of all oppressed
Frail, embittered, forlorn, depressed 

You caterers of misery, anguish and sorrow
Known tyrants of history tomorrow
Those that rely on shrewdness and cunning 
Those that natures calls keep shunning

The wealth of the nation, a trust treat
Listen to what sense and sanity entreat 
Ignite your heart with the flame of love and care
Spare the nation from anguish and despair
---
Sintra, Portugal July 22, 2012


Details | Senryu | |

Quit Running

mom say's
quit running !!!!
  {walk}


Details | Ballade | |

A message of love

A message of love

Love it be the sweetest thing
I have found this out
I didn’t always know this though
It’s sweetness I did doubt
I never, ever gave, just took
As I treated you like a slave
I do not want much in this world
But forgiveness I do crave

I was the product of my dad
Who treated mum this way
That was what they taught me then
So when it came, my day
To marry you, my sweetest one
I thought that’s what men did
But now my angel listen well
Can’t keep my feelings hid…

I now know love so very well
It’s not the way I thought
Crazy feelings all the time
All that stuff comes to naught
For this, it cannot last forever
But true love really does
And Lord it’s such a wondrous thing
Though it don’t cause much fuss

It’s in those little things we do
As each day comes along
It’s about that old togetherness
That hold folks oh, so strong
It’s such a joy, but one can’t see
Like he does, when he is old
That love grows sweeter every day
Though the life force grows more, cold.

18 August 2013 @ 0531hrs


Details | Free verse | |

Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013


Details | Imagism | |

CAN YOU IMAGINE

Just imagine yourself feeling at peace with the world and with everything around you 
breathing cool fresh air knowing that this day was somehow going to be wonderful. That 
whatever comes your way you can handle it no matter how big or small. Then just imagine 
being in love and being loved knowing this love is true. If you can imagine all of this then I 
think you’ll know what I imagine in my mind when I think of you.


Details | Couplet | |

Valentine

No valentine on Valentine's.
I haven't met one yet.
Each year I wait another
for a person I've not met.
There's nothing I've done wrong:
yet waiting is in vain.
And all that's left is hope
that love's a ball and chain.


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Rhyme | |

Christ is our Lord and Savior

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Ballad | |

The Lord's Prodigal Sons

Fierce as cold winds blow,
On a blustery winter's morn,
The raging battle brings horrors,
Such that man has never known.

For the dark rapture approacheth,
And the Lord's wrath is at hand,
Salvation's gate now closes,
And woe is the fate of man.

I sit here now in stark terror,
As I read the prophets report,
I can't imagine any scarier,
Stories told me of my Lord...

And a man who soon comes,
To set all this in motion,
One to whom many will succumb,
A wolf dressed in sheep's clothing.

The story does have a great ending,
But only for those who believed,
Who found the message he was sending,
These few who will be received.

But what of the rest of man,
Who for pride or gluttony fall,
Just where do these men stand,
When we're through with it all.

Keep reading - the story's complete,
For after the gates are closed,
In the lake you will still see,
Those who were damned and opposed.

Now by fire we are seasoned,
Is a lesson we should know,
And thus we can now reason,
Where these poor souls go.

To learn more lessons,
And perhaps someday become,
After fair sessions,
The Lord's prodigal sons.


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
==================
old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
==================
graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Graveyard of Broken Hearts

Late at night, there are moonlit skies
Winds sweeping clouds overhead
And I wander, among the living dead
Of broken hearts and empty souls

They were robbed
In the light of day
By sweet words
And promises to stay

Nothing brings one to deaths open door
More than a heart bleeding onto desires floor
And here I wander amongst you all
For I know death is knocking, I am soon to fall

Every morning I rise above
The coffin door slightly ajar
And the rays of love, small slivers they be
Give me hope, I grasp for thee

These were simply morning illusions
For love is the grandest of all delusions
So on I wander amongst you all
The village of dead love, buries us all


Details | Epic | |

On Clouds' Garage

His engine's raw horsepower screams
the peril vests this morn's adage,
the tilt on asphalt seems extreme,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

He rides upon the slopes'  domains
man's sacred deed in cold embrace,
The engine bellows on octanes,
engaging on the crags of Thrace.

The Metzelers on wet rise hold,
titanic torque and skill's finesse,
on borderlines and Thracian wold,
in Dainese, the bold egress.

The metal knee cups spark on ground,
the snow flakes melt on full face Shoei,
steep slopes resend untamed the sound,
and thousand cubic mean strings play!

The maid of Thrace, and Strymon God,
on borderlines, bestows the badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

And there she waits, betrothal rain,
the steel block hollers in thin air,
wet asphalt tracks - divine refrain,
as snow flakes lace the Thracian fare.
.
The maid of Thrace, and Strymon God,
on borderlines, bestows the badge,
amid the mists archaic bode,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.
.
His engine's raw horsepower screams
gray skies become his morn adage,
the tilt on asphalt seems extreme,
his bike's tuned up on clouds' garage.

© 11-17-2012, G. Venetopoulos
(Iambic tetrameter)


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Free verse | |

No More Breakfast

I gave up breakfast
Not because I needed
To lose girth
Nor any extra
Avoirdupois

Nor because the time wasted
In feeding
Could have been better 
Used
To solve the problems of the
Universe

Not because the eggs 
Are high cholesterol
And the chicken sausage
Created from
Hapless victims in their 
Sharp metal cages
Who never knew a
Better life

I gave up breakfast
Not because 
I hold any grudge
Against sunny beaming faces
Babbling cheery “g’morning” 
In the dark  demented winter of 
An empire in decline

Nor because 
The aroma of fresh cooked
Pancakes
Serves up wistful memories of 
Childhood innocence 
Raped by the scam of
Maturity
And insatiable adult
Demands

Not because the grapefruit
Citric acid 
Contributes to gout
That precipitates
Kidney stones
And leaves  a grown man
Crying in a simulacrum of 
Childbirth pain

Not because
Nor because
No
No
No......

No more need for morning meals
When your awakening kisses are 
Marmalade 
For my soul

And your warm perfume
Sprayed upon my lips
Transcends any butter roll

No more need for a morning beverage
Nothing orange, tomato, nor lemon

And your golden breasts are my 
Nourishment
Made from flesh
Made from Heaven 

I've got all of you in the morning
It’s a feast of your skin and hair
And the breath of your love 
In my open mouth
And the taste of your love
In my open mouth
No croissant could ever compare.

I gave up breakfast
To make love
With 
You


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Free verse | |

The Devil Walks

The devil walks 
gets tired
and sits,
and while the devil sits
the devil picks up a tired fruit
rotting, and with jagged nails he peals
slowly, the tender fruit bruising
and he tastes it, smacking his dried lips
and the devil eats
decayed fruit and sour wine	                 nothing lush and sating
then the devil rests
and resumes his walk,
and later the devil sits again
rubs his feat
and goes to bed
and in the morning
he breaks his fast on curses and lies           nothing so filling as figs and nuts
and begin the devil’s walk again,

his walk
on the road our thoughts paved
where all that grows is bad and unwell
to the cross our words built
where flames dance and all is unwell
and he is condemned
upon christening
upon the hearing of his name
and the wobbling of his first steps
to walk a road less traveled,
to be the leader
of our very own crusade
armed with words
against himself
to see him burn,

our crusade of one
and many
on roads first paved upon his birth
to bring the devil down.

The devil walks
The devil eats
and pelted by our stones
He does but sleep
For what we sow
The devil reaps

and there is justice in punishment
there is reward in reckoning
there is bitterness in my mouth
as I say these words
and pity
              the devil
his due.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Waterloo

Partir c'est mourir un peu..

Att skiljas är att dö en smula.
Av barn, fyllon och dårar får man höra sanningen.
Det är bäst att bita i det sura äpplet.
Den dagen, den sorgen.


The Story Begins

I remember long ago of night time kisses
Full of desire and apprehension, that you would disperse
You proclaimed your love, into my ear
I slept alone, the brisk cold hiding my fear

I would talk of dreams and foreign places
You begged me to go on and fulfill your dreams
Grand Manier nights , sad morning rays
Long gone was my love with golden hair

Daniel was not her lover
Under starry nights she held him close
I was nothing more than a friendly stranger
That he adored, and the son I never had

St Adolph would be my tormentor
On horses we rode in blankets of snow
Towards our destinies apart
Our fireplace of passion, we soon would depart

Like the brothers of Seville
I too was caught between two worlds
She would leave my heart in the cold of the rivers edge
From this day I became one of the walking dead


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Wraiths gallivant here


Amid the shades of night, in Spring
a wraith descends, sole to release
a dancer's form - raindrop cerise
- one faint caress of fingertips.

Amid the shadows she appears
to walk in blooms and promise feasts
because night's solitude emits,
dark's unsubstantial of tears.

How soft the numbness of hung air
defines night's secrets and evokes
prodigious our dreams and scopes
to gallivant from twinge to stare?

The dreams of night advance to flare
and they become lone blinks and scars
shine like the mettlesome of stars
are steady, sad and foursquare.

This abstract process of cognition
trajectories of souls brings close,
the light's evanescence depose,
our verse in verbatim rendition.

With moistened lips in rain's tall drapes
she comes; the feasts acquire glory
we dance on a remote quarry,
where night adorns the marble scapes.

© G. V., 05-02-2013
(Iambic Tetrameter)

Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: GLIMPSES OF EPIPHANY
Placement: 1st


Details | I do not know? | |

The Attributes Party

Come in Anger, get out of the rain.
Leave your coat on my chair.
Come on, don't start up.
Look, Love is over there.

Peace is here too.
And her true love, Gratitude.
Stop all that yelling now,
Drop all that attitude.

Hope really looks nice tonight.
And Grace is so giving.
Take off that dark coat,
Anger, this party is for the living.

Forgiveness is lighting incense.
Faith always plays that guitar.
Stop it, Anger, don't get upset
If Mercy offers you a star.

Compassion is a great teacher,
But Happiness just loves to dance.
Heart wants to keep Ego out,
And Desire cant keep on his pants!

Anger, some of us know you well
We know sometimes you get wild.
But for this very moment, this party
Could you just relax and smile?


Details | Etheree | |

Gather Around My Children Pentecost {Etheree}

and
when the
day of the
pentecost has
fully come they the
apostles discples
were all with one accord in
one place to hear ingathering
of Peter's Sermon on how christian
pentecost marks beginning church of christ




Entry For Brian Strand's Pentecost Acts 2.1-4



Tribute To Christ Our Lord
    {Amen}


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Sapphire Star

Among the stars she searched for one
to be her friend on distant dome;
her thoughts to lay and whispered gnome,
her childhood tales and scopes undone.

Among the million bright sparkles,
she chose one that kindly signaled,
her lone thoughts to him syllabled
mind's endless lines and traced circles.

And in the endless astral fire
she saw his friendly blink to smile
similitude of a Greek isle,
it was the sparkling of sapphire.

A song ascends from the pine woods
to meet the smiling star of blue
and is their solitude untrue,
unsolved of questions understood.

And then she slept on distant fare,
along the bless of blue sapphire,
the tunes of a Greek ancient lyre,
accompanied their dreams in air.

And while she slept the sapphire weaved 
blankets of light she softly held
the lyre star song dreaming she spelled,
and then for nothing else she grieved.

© G.V. 04-08-2013, All Rights Reserved

(The poem is composed in Iambic tetrameter form.
The Iambic pentameter form is closer to it, as a substitute.)


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


Details | I do not know? | |

'Little bird, what troubles thee'

Little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bread of misery

is it the bitterness in your heart, 
     or the offense you can't forgive
is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive 
 
is it the cancer of bitter love, 
     or the loss of deserved affection 
is it the cruel withdrawal of 
     his tenderness and compassion 

life is much too brief
      and youthful love's even briefer still,
your forestalled relief 
      keeps you from seeing His eternal will

what befalls you 
      is neither unshared nor a mystery
God sheds tears for you
      in the midst of your painful agony

little bird, what ails thee
      is it the bread in your belly
little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the bane of misery


Details | Free verse | |

What youth doesn't know or care to know

Oh, how we keep
adjusting
the level of our
expectations
as, age, sickness, and
loss of dreams
take their toll.
You ask what it matters,
if you do not graduate.
Truth to tell, little,
in these times,
in this society.
School is only one 
small measure of success,
imperfect at that.

But for a mother,
whose life has been 
a weary negotiation
between poverty
and expectations,
the apparent success 
of her children
becomes the last measure
of a life's value.

You, in your determination
not to have anyone
judge the value 
of your young life
until you hit your
high expectations
refuse to give
one small gift
to one that has lost hers


























Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.




Details | I do not know? | |

The Religion of Humanity (2005)

As you all see the conflicts that cause destruction
There is a need for a serious construction
A tower that represents the children of the Lord
There is only one, lots of children on one cord
Different beliefs cause different grief’s
Just lead a good moral life
Look after you loves ones, husband, brother or wife
A simple message that gets twisted
Real love is the thing that is resisted
Rituals replace humanity
The whole world is in insanity
You don’t talk from your heart but from a book
You say your helping but don’t even take a look
Real love of God is an instinctual good
Do this like you should!

poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Liquid azure sky

In a dream, I walked naked through a shimmering valley, high in the sacred mountains of a
distant world. The air was warm and moist; the ice I trod upon sparkled like precious
jewels. As I neared the precipice, I became intoxicated with joy. Suspended high above me
in a liquid azure sky, three golden suns drenched my perfect body with benevolent rays of
pure liquid love. I am the sun, the prism, and the rainbow. I am soul, child of God,
resplendent, perfect and free.


Details | Acrostic | |

Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Science and Religion

My soul is Hindu...
My head is Islam...
My heart is Christian...
Every part of our body has various righteousness.

Every religion is teaching us the knowledge of humanity and love.
Truly religion gives us strong base of life and peace.

Similarly science means comprehensive knowledge.
Science is teaching us the knowledge of existence and prosperity.

Scientific religion is called spiritualism.
 
It's the historical contribution of science and religion.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | Rhyme | |

YOUR LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE EMPTY

As God guided my hand to write this poem with black ink.
With love and favor He gave me words to write this in a wink.
I’ve learned that an empty heart has no compassion;
But an empty heart gets no satisfaction.
Some of us see no meaning or purpose in life.
I think because we stressed with problems and strife.
Most people appear happy and confident.
But many people still try to fill up their own void with achievement.
Faith in the life of a person is that the word must become a living force within the 
soul of a man.
I put this in the poem hoping you can understand.
My mother always told me this, “that an empty heart doesn’t care,  
“And definitely that a empty heart has no love to share.”
I’m not selfish but I'm doing this for me.
So I can be free and just let be.
See a part of me knows what to do.
But another piece of me has no clue.
In my life I'm making my own path.
I've sat around for days and done the math.
Having faith and believing is the only thing that keeps me going,
So I just keep positive people and things around me that is what keep me moving.

Romans 3:19-20  Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who 
are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may 
be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified 
in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin. 


Details | Epic | |

my love

Winds blows your hair  
Kisses  salty  crystals
Eyes of yours hit ocean
Rocks planets still rebourne 
In many spoken languages
In many dimensions 
Anywhere in any times
I be with you  to bless
Stop  drifting clocks


Details | Rhyme | |

Understand yourself to understand me

I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork.
I love harmony and don’t mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view.
I don’t tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue….
Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is 
truly a Tsunami.  God utilizes my time more wisely.
 I am God’s special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with.
To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself. 
Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to 
understand yourself.


Details | Free verse | |

Ship Ahoy Divorce Style

<                                              Haiku

                                          sea's tranquility
                                   bestows harmonic balance
                                      amidst  tides rising



                                               Limerick



                          aye ye matey walking its own plank
                          let not ye other take thee to bank
                                raise thy anchors set sail
                              give heeve hoe to those failed
                         find ye other sailor's who's yet sank  




                                              Couplet



                    shivery timbers captain bow is about to break
                    toss overboard it's ye baggage holding thee dam weight 




Entry For
{Destroyer { Poet's
Divorce Club
Haiku /Limerick/Couplet Contest
G.L. All


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 | Classicism | |

in the beginning

These nights are solid gold
illuminated with the essence of word
Chinese faces and African soul
So many truths go untold
Lies will always charge a toll

So does temptation burn in you
Are Do you live a lie with no sin
Do you know Were your going
And remember were you been

Because I've seen the sights of southern spirits
Stared in the eyes of Egyptian gods
Spoke in the voice of buddah
And I know why the holy light shines

I started excistance in simple form
Wondering through prelife purgatory
I inevitably cross paths with my soul mate
Sandy skin with Indian eyes
Humble as a peasant but a princess in disquise
Predestined to be one for a moment of infinity

We found yourself alone warmed by fire
Speaking with know words
With one beautiful glance from her, this belly dancer
With a sequential soul

Time seem to waking the slumbering winds
As we made love under a speckled chime sky
As I woke to be led away by a man in a velvet robe
The seperation left us with ever present question, 
Why?

As we continued this journey to the beginning
He spoke of how life is a journey,  be bold
And as He and I came to the end of a golden road
I awoke a baby with a angels soul.

I have tasted the love in southern spirits
Spoke in the voice of egyption gods
Been wrapped in the arms of buddah
And I've seen holy light shine


Details | Limerick | |

Subversive Valentines Day

Once I had a girlfriend and ex-wife.
Two ladies at the same time in life,
Mistake I made this day.
Not proud in anyway.
First mistake, second retake in strife,

Girlfriend I gave flowers for the day.
Ex-wife and I married, oui evay,
Messed up my life again,
Not knowing where I’d been.
Girlfriend forlorn, wrong card I did play.

Ex-wife left me, I got just deserts.
Got what I deserved for all my flirts.
Valentine’s Day, bad karma,
Cupid dealt me, my dharma,
Disengaging me of all subverts.


Written for

Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Valentine's Day Limerick 


Details | Sonnet | |

Love Disappoints, Hope Lives

When I was innocent I dreamt of love,
a kind of love most worthy of virgins--
for whom a simple kiss admits no sins
or shame, or betrays the appearance of 
disgrace; But I, blessed not as from above 
by heaven or by God, quit, as life wins; 
losing all hope and faith till my head spins 
with the winds of lust that blew the white dove 
of my innocence away. Then a whore
and slut took away my virginity;
she then revealed that there were fifty more
besides me, I recall most bitterly.
      But so long as there is breath and hope lives,
      love will come; and when it comes, it forgives. 


Details | Sonnet | |

Ghost orchid

what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse 

 shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
 losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide

It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much

the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.







 I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought 
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was 
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song  5 or 6 
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't 
touch----like love, and went from there.


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.


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Blasphemy

God loves everybody NO DISCRIMINATION
INCLUDING Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgendered HUMANS
These people are SHUNNED 
Told by DISCRIMINATING Bible dwellers 
“You will NEVER see the gates of Heaven”
“Adam and Eve” 
BLA BLA BLA
Some ARE born this way
What makes any natural LOVE for another HUMAN Evil??
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered people 
Are persistent in their prayers and FIGHT so hard to be somebody they aren’t
There are sociopaths, manic-depressives, mentally handicap, DEAF people, BLIND people, DUMB people 
All-of-the-above people
Are these HUMANS condemned at birth?
“Profess your love for the Lord Christ OUR Savior”
How will the special blind, deaf and dumb people EVER know the “Lord Christ OUR Savior”?
Oh, they die and go to Hell to find out?
Or will the “Lord Christ OUR Savior” give these HUMANS an exclusive chat?
WHY are they born with these ailments in the first place?
To FIGHT so hard to be UNnatural?
“Just pray”
“God knows your heart”
“Don’t doubt Him, just pray”
Why is God a Him? 
Why do we place a gender on our God?
God is God 
That is the only way to describe God
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered HUMANS 
Are DISGUSTED with themselves
Self-loathing and self-destructive
Because they are not accepted because of WHO THEY ARE
Some lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered HUMANS
FORCE themselves into an unhappy relationship 
Or
FORCE themselves into seclusion
Unhappy or numb 
BOTH very dangerous
Inconsiderate are those who SHUN other HUMANS
Pressing their beliefs as FACTS on another HUMAN
But these DISCRIMINATING HUMANS don’t base their beliefs on FACTS
Just on FAITH
“I have faith”
“The Bible is the word of God”
“But the Bible says –”
And the Qur’an says!
And the Torah says!
And the Talmud says!
Choose your OWN lives 
Believe in WHATEVER it is that YOU choose to believe in 
And stop DAMNING other HUMAN BEINGS!
Peace be with all animals, vegetation and HUMANS on Earth and in the Universe


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

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



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

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



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

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

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





Details | Couplet | |

Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places

<        this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written
          like the smile upon her face that looks nil and somewhat smitten

          and lochs of hair hanging instead of with bows and lace
          tell me my angelic angel have you fallen from God's good grace

          has your garments of thread gone out of time
          has your dance with the butterflies gotten out of rhyme

         have you been cast from your lovers heart
         or are you just looking to start over with brand new start

         has clouds silver lining rained upon your dreams
         has leafs dance gone frozen in crystal streams


         time stands still amidst wondering thoughts
         time stands still when lovers cant be sought 




Written By Katherine Stella 7/4/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's 
The Unwritten Contest
G.L. All      

        

         


         
          
          

        
                         

         

         


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My Love

Separation makes your heart grow fonder, whether it's hours apart or a need to wander.
contest entry for SUCCINCT


Details | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


Details | Ballade | |

Those sweet little things

Those sweet little things

We’re sitting in the living room
The TV droning on
As I just sit there dreaming
Or write a little song
My lady she’s just sitting there
With a crossword or a game
An attentive look upon her face
It’s every night the same.

And yet, you know I worship it
All the time we spend together
One moment in her company
It could go on forever
All filled with peace and harmony
It’s the sweetest thing on Earth
Just sitting in that living room
It has, for me such worth.

Once I was a doubter
Of the very best things in life
My boredom caused much trouble
And gave me so much strife
But now I know it’s the little things
They’re what life’s all about
It took me such a long, long time
But now I’ve found this out.

23 July 2013 @ 1905hrs.


Details | Couplet | |

Happy is a Child

True joy is to hold a newborn child Their God's gift to make you smile you'll never find more earthly worth then two souls joining who give birth Grandpa's pride and Grandma's idle for these new parents it's their child To hold, love, teach, nurture and guide They do it all with a smile and pride All of the fear, worry, happiness and joy Unequaled by any store bought toy The richest people, you'll see around Are playing with children on the ground Long life, for a child, to breath earths fresh air Hear the echo, as all repeat the same prayer
Contest entry for "Children in rhtme"


Details | Rhyme | |

the Racist Heaven

As I slashed my wrists wide open
I smiled and could not wait for heaven
I beckoned for my love that a child once knew
I cried as the pain took over

Satan met me at the front door
He slipped on a banana peel that I left from before
I laughed and cried as the tears were of pain
I wished the devil himself would regain
Stand up for those that were cast out of hell
Stand down for those that would set heaven a spell
And relive the anguish of your boycott from jail
And smile as I run my pride though your nails
The ones I used on the lord when he was reborn
When he banished me from home for the belief was not sworn
I care not for you my son of taboo
I die now with you as we kill each other true
Your racist heaven with your laws and your rules
Speak true of your lies as you write another you
And tell your despise to the ones that follow the clue
I die alone for I died with truth
And the crying satan felt my love for him was due
And we both hold hands as we prepare to slip by
Our hearts become one as the racist heaven lets us die


Details | Ballade | |

The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

Just Be

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... 
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.





Details | Rhyme | |

Private Beach

It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind
There

But I’ve got a bucket 
Full of private 
Sand
That I’m willing to 
Share

I’ll offer it freely
By the cup

Private sand 
From a private 
Man

Composed of blistered
Dreams 
Lots of 
Bad luck

And I wouldn’t think
Of charging
For my private
Dust

As long as you love 
Me
As long as you
Trust

That a day will come
When my sand becomes
More 

Than a bucket of
Prayers
A bucket of
Horror

Look out toward the sea
My love
The waves foam in mad
Design

Look into my eyes
My twin
And know you are
Mine

Just a man 
A bucket
And some 
Private sand
A man 
And his 
Bucket
Full of
Crazy plans

It’s a private beach
And they don’t want
Our kind
There

But I’ve got an ocean
Of private 
Love
That I’m willing to 
Share

Run across the beach 
Let me wrestle you to the ground

Kiss you forever
Thank God
For what I’ve found

A lover
Willing to share
Believe in her
Man

In
My bucket
My single
Bucket
Of 
Private 
Sand






 







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Im very loud without a sound

I can’t be lost and can’t be found,
I’m in the air and in the ground;
I’m very loud without a sound.
I’m everywhere yet can’t be seen,
I’m where you’re going,
and where you’ve been.
I never stop and never start;
I am spirit’s love, which fills your heart.


Details | Sonnet | |

What's Cooking Good Looking

with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late

sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell

waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides

this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start



Tribute To Romance
{MIO}


Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
A Romantic Longing Contest

GL All


Details | Free verse | |

Grandmother Moon

Grandmother Moon cherishes me, 
kisses my forehead with her light. 
She reigns supreme over her kingdom, 
smiling down upon this humble spirit. 

I whisper to her of my dreams, hopes 
prevailing in spite of the odds. 
A tear forms in the corner of my eye 
as I challenge her to answer my prayers. 

I extend my hand, longing to touch her, 
to soak up her ancient wisdom and beauty. 
I can feel her gentle smile, she embraces me, 
bringing me comfort, her radiance guiding. 

She has been witness to the cruelties 
of man, more than I could ever imagine. 
Broken dreams scattered into the night 
her children gather around her, wink at me. 

Nissa, Nissa, I cry out to her. Is all lost? 
Is there no more hope for my people? 
A voice softly answers in my mind, 
there is always a glimmer of hope. 

Grandmother Moon watches over me, 
ruling the tides of my heart, my spirit. 
She is listening to me, tasting my tears, 
caressing the delicate tendrils of my soul.


Details | Free verse | |

Offended

Offended 
is ignorance
a lack of understanding
silence 
is not for everyone

humans speak
and do things 
different than you
or your faction
true 
or untrue
or stretch truth

what's the worry?
stressing 
over someone else's beliefs 
takes you away 
from your own routine

offended 
is a waste of energy
needed for nothing
causing dangerous sparks
within one's mind
one's heart
one's soul
becomes contaminated
with preoccupations

vengeance breeds furious
often unexpected actions
of ill-will occur 
or changes for the worse 
creep 
in the shadows of good
growing
taking over
"spiritual kudzoo"
none could tame

extinguish your dealings
with petty rage
of another imperfect being's mouth
cancer vanishes easier
with early detection
MOVE ON!
or at least learn
from your polar opposite 


Details | Blank verse | |

Losing Sight

Why was I given these eyes that hide 
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching 
For an honest soul?
It feels as though we're wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though we're submerged in longing 
Ever drowning in our thirst.

Why was I given these eyes that grope
For another’s warmth,
When love is fired through a gun,
Or taken from a calloused hand;
Sight has cursed my heart to see
The naked spent to dust.

Blindness,
Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more.
I will not see their tears through mine,
I will not see their laughter;
I will not see their careless words,
Looking dumbly after.
I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes.
I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries;
They’ll all be black to me.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/11/2013


Details | Lyric | |

I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

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http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Ballad | |

Cassandra

Revelation Said In Stone Appeared an Eon ago of Shame and Sin, Something we all know But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright The World's Cure for Soul-Blight A Hell on Earth A Savior's Worth So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten So many lives are brought up then just Thrown back down Maybe she is The Cure Maybe she is The Plan All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Release me and Burn away this land Hold me by The Hand Tell me the past is just pretend Give me The Cure If this is your destiny Then May it be mine I would die in time I'm Just another Obstacle In the way of your divine Wings Forget me Cassandra For Doom was already meant for me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim Valkyrie of Heart Angel of Grace I surrender to You Savior by Destiny Dispel all Tragedy Especially me All Fear the Flame Failed Creation of Samael She Comes from the Deep She Comes from The Heavens' Vault To End the dawn of the Demon Purge this land of all Vice Kali Yuga will be nevermore The one of Sublime Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Ode | |

Ode on the Four Forgotten's

Here take my hand,
I have watched the world torn itself apart,
Through agony and despair
I have seen the tears of the innocence’s and smiles from the wicked
How long does this world needs to endure?
The sufferings cause by war and sickness;
Life long torment endured by those who stand upright for the truth,
If you take my hand you will know my purpose of existence
I am Sorrow, that’s who I am.

Here take my hand,
And know the false teachings of this world
Everywhere I look, I see lies
Lies this world has created, 
I wish to bring light into this world, if only my words were heard
And my teachings are truly followed.
My followers are lost, instead of finding those who are lost!
If you take my hand, you’ll know my purpose of existence
I am Truth, That’s who I am 

Here take my hand,
And you will know the handiwork of man
God created man in His image, and man created society in his image.
A society of greed, lust, hatred, envy and the thoughts of evil towards one another,
A spitting image of mankind darkest part of their hearts,
Know then, sorrow and truth
They know me for I surpass them and bring them all to being
I am Love.
Take my hand, 
And let me ease your sorrows and,
Let me open your eyes to the lies this world has implanted in your heart
I have seen them ignore the poor out on the streets, 
As they are in a hurry to merry in charity, to claim names for themselves,
Mankind has truly been deceived by the lair or have they deceived themselves?
Know me and know love, for truelove is unconditional.

Here take my hand,
And know my words are true and just!
For I represent those whose voices have been silent.
I represent those, whose strength has being taken,
I am the shield for the weak and the sword for the righteous.
I have seen those who uphold the laws are the ones who break them.
I have seen the blood of the innocence turning the river red.
Laws are meant to rule man and not man to the rule laws,
Corrupting the true law is a sin, for it corrupts justice!
Take my hand! And know what true justice is.
I am Justice, and question me not on laws for I know the laws.


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


Details | Free verse | |

I knew it was you approaching -for mcf

Here
it comes again
to where I always am...
waiting, watching, so hungry my eye.

When
I was alone
waiting in the wind of a different city
wearing the absurd clothes of my youth
I opened all the windows and doors
because I knew it was you approaching

Now
again you stir the air around me
feathered in like a sweet hot wind
singing, dancing
tumbling along

and yet
I am still
and you are always arriving
some how I always knew you were close

But you never
slow down to let me smell you,
hold you for a moment

like I remember

on the hill, in the sun
the circle of trees happening
something I can only glimpse
and some how I think you know

that the sun warmed our bodies
the trees circled around
and your eyes reflected the sky
on the hill
in the now and always
blazing summer day


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Ghazal | |

The Galaxy of Thoughts

                          Let the reality be unveiled, O galaxy of thought
Whither the doors of chamber of knowledge the men of vision sought 
      
      The depth of ocean of wisdom, life is set out to reach 
Unfolds like the bloom of spring, sensibility you beseech

For ages the eyes of consciousness, ‘ave been yearning to find
        The keys of vision that unlocks the closed prison of mind

The bright stars of imagination in moments of despair sink
  How fragile are the images that chains of perception link!

 The space beyond my perception has more than one domain
My thirst of knowledge may set me on a journey to unknown

     Look Yamin! What gifts for you your exploring soul has brought
Reflection –discernment and vision; wisdom –the heaven of thought


Details | Free verse | |

Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Alternate Story

With every word, with every phrase,
You breathe, you come alive,
A tale of truth, mapped with reality,
Or a dream unlived for which you thrive,
You live through what is written,
Or you choose to hold your pens,
It doesn’t matter how it ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins,

Broken hour glasses of the War,
Acting as the mirror to see through the past,
The good is victorious, and is glorified,
And evil is evil, because in the battle they did not last,
With their blood, is inked the war diary,
So winner takes it all, and is called as ‘good’, hence,
As it doesn’t matter how the war ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

And then there is Romeo, falling in love
And Juliet waiting for him in the Balcony,
They kill Romeo, and justify the murder,
But love is charged for an unforgivable felony,
Died, the felons leave the stage,
But love lives irrespective of the skins
As it doesn’t matter how the life ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins

You pose the king of you story,
Or in their game, you are just a pawn,
Your story is written in this moment,
Larger than life; this moment is never gone,
So when they bury you as a ‘Sinner’,
Be the phoenix to rise from your sins,
As it doesn’t matter how the Story ends,
Because it’s the end where it all begins


Details | Sonnet | |

Your Love, My Every Thought

Your Love, My Every Thought


Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
 nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
 never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes

There I may soon see the wonderous sky
 feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
 embrace all woodland glory I may find

Beauty brings soft memories of you
 flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
 my mind soon rested and without a care

I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought

Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014

Note:
Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:   N/A  
Total # Words:  103


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Rhyme | |

A POET'S DEFINITION

Inscribe it all down 
Just read it do not make a sound
Leave nothing behind 
Poetry is the world of creative minds 
Some words quite short-lived
Support and respect is what you need to give
Poets are possessed of senses 
That allowed them to perceive
Read it with a thoughtful mind and you will receive
For tomorrow is never yesterday
Far beyond what words can say 
Or any eyes could see 
Keep reading just do not believe me
We have perception and knowledge 
That is what makes us skilled and polished
Like water the words flow 
Very gifted as a prophet as well;
Friend to Gods and heroes, 
With so many tales to tell? 
I do not depend on man’s well-being or material prosperity
It is like trying to cure the outward symptoms and neglect the main cause of the malady
Poetry is generally viewed as the look of human joys and sorrows
I will always put pen to paper whether it is today or tomorrow
Poetry has reached a higher level of consciousness and inspiration
There is no other explanation 
It renovates a satisfying experience and delights
That is why I love to write


Details | Bio | |

FRIEND of WISDOM

FRIEND of WISDOM 



Philosopher they call me,
Following Pythagoras of old,
A friend of wisdom it means and
Nothing more.

For years philosophy’s principles 
I tried to understand and 
For decades her ethics strived
To apply
Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, Heraclitus
My subjects were, thus
Faithfully myself devoted to
Their teaching
With no success I confess
From my part 
But not cause of lack 
Of trying

And now, 
As life’s end I discern clearer
By the day
To my horror to realize came  
That although loyal a FRIEND of WISDOM
Have remained to this day
WISDOM herself, NEVER thought of me 
THE SAME WAY!
 
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 anuary 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hear the Bells, I Hear the Bells

I hear the Bells, I hear the Bells
At morning, noon and night each day
They are a reminder of the time
A reminder of past days.

And I think to myself over the years
How many others have used them as I do
to also keep the time
To remember things as I do.

A time to worship, a time to eat
A time to marry, a time to meet
A time to put loved ones in the the ground
A time to let them take their leave.

These bells have many voices
Some happy and some filled with grief.
They resonate with me and in me always
I can still hear some of them in my sleep.

I can still hear the Bells of Christmas morn
Little children's faces filled with glee
I can still hear the Bells of Easter morn
Christ's resurrection paid our fees.

I can hear their sounds for when my children were born
A proud parent of a new family 
A family that had numbered two
But was now happily three.

I can hear the Bells of Sunday worship
Ringing every Sunday morn
Celebrating God's awesome forgiveness
Celebrating the day that his son was born.

I can hear the Bells from loved one's funerals
As we lay their bodies to rest
Never ever wanting to say earthly goodbyes
Just trying to live through the sad day and do our best.

These bells are part of my daily life
They always have been and will continue to be
The Heralds of life's brief ticking clock
Unlike life, they will always continue to ring and to be.

I will use them to mark my moments
Both significant and mundane.
I will use them to always remember
To love my God and my church in every way.

I will use them to remember my family
I will use them to remember those friends I love
To be grateful for each of my children
To be grateful for just having had been.

I will use them to be grateful for all of the things in my life
To be grateful for all of those I love
To be grateful for each of my earthly days
To be grateful for the heavens above.


(December 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved 


Details | Lyric | |

I Don't Want to Leave the Party

The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Unsettled

Just like the tumble weed that rolls across the empty desert floor…unsettled was her 
ability to love compassionately and just like the winds that blew during a ragging storm at sea…unsettled was her heart in its ability to believe in a real love that could ever be, like a broken record she always seemed to missing out in what a real love could or might ever really be, instead she stayed focused on distorted dreams of what an abuser said a real love should be. 

So, many dark clouds that had passed in and out of her life over the years had distorted her reality and robbed her of the visions to see, what a real love could be. 

She spent the rest of her life in a bottle and locked inside self imposed prison by her passed lovers and unsettled but not by me. A foolish person always wants to have everything without out putting in the work. A truly blessed and wise person accepts and works hard to keep what they have and hardly ever wants for nothing but they get it all in the end.


Details | Free verse | |

The Flood

How little the clouds think when they glow white
forming shapes tossing about
when filled with moisture oh how grey they will be
until they shed themselves of this heaviness
like a heart in love skips a beat
but when broken you can literally drown you see


Then those tears oh how they flow
how is it possible to love someone so
and they think of you as the lowest of low
others say they have loved many and the feeling soon goes
I want to ask them;
are you sure you were truly in love
because I would have no time in my life 
to do this over and over again

It is there trapped inside of me
no matter what they do or how little they show
I still love them with everything I am and know
oh sure I have loved and do love
they come and they go
but I find it impossible for someone to move on
if they have been in love with their true soul
it is different and as those heavy grey clouds
fills so full and sometimes it has to just explode
shedding tears of what it has found
oceans, lakes, streams, and creeks were formed
all because a cloud was filled with all that is moist

My heart is full of love and when they need me I come forth
but all through the day it is that one I think of
if only they could see this or that joy
how I wish they were here for more than myself
I would love to give them all of this love
until then I am a heavy cloud waiting to explode
knowing they will never come
but even though they let me go
it is them I love
my five senses I wait to share in joy
to grow old loving life in their arms
instead of always patching up this arc in my flood


Bear with me, I am having a life change and caught up in it. Thank you to whomever helped get my other poem featured. I was very excited to see my name. lol The poem was an emotional one however. lol The truth but very emotional, as you see I am emotional on everything. lol So thanks, and please don't be too hard on me. :D


Details | Rhyme | |

To Write A Wrong

I come here when I’m in despair And don’t know what to do. I can’t get over all the pain And grief of losing you. There seems that there is little now That I can say or do I’ll just take up my only weapon And point it straight at you. With one or two creative strokes I’ll do what need be done I’ll rid my soul of memories That tell me you are gone. I’ll find solace in your absence And to myself be true. And when I lay this pen down. I’ll be over losing you. Written by John Posey 3/23/13


Details | Sonnet | |

'Which is better--To love or not to love--'

Which is better? To love or not to love
(a woman)? To love--and love well--is good
so long they who love love without falsehood
and count the other as their heart's pet dove.
To befriend (her) is better; never shove
a lady-friend into a lover, should 
her virtuous friendship and womanhood 
belie an injury that rob her love. 
However, to love God is best. Not I,
but the claims of this life--O Destiny!--
make it so that men like us must decry
love, and sin, for a life of poverty.
     Although, if God wills it, love will find me
     in heaven's field,--in heaven's golden lea!



Details | Didactic | |

A mothers understanding

I realize that you are growing up,
And we may have our different views.

We all must find our place in life;
That path is up to you.

Just remember that my love is unconditional,
Rather your wrong or right.

Making mistakes is normal.
I know; Ive made a few.

But no matter what your choices might bring.
Remember that I love you.


Details | Free verse | |

Doland's pie consumption

Who are you to have ever claimed loved towards me, 
someone whom you’ve yet even seen..
but a fool you are, if when passing by, obsess and attest
that for me you would die.

But would you forgive me?
My credulity intact…
If I claim without reason to trail away from deceiving…

Stubbornly amused,
Seemingly lost a friend again,
caught up in the tangents.
so uncouth,
to ennoble ones self through an enmity loaned.
and intoned upon the able fact that without our pact
there would be no tract…
no able pinned feature to allure,
to distract?

How would you abstract in this world, 
filled with truth,
‘pon these features we’ve gleamed as it seems to arraign in us
a meaning,  a trust…
Our personal tribunal of mutuality…


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Transition and Transcend ... '

      Transition and Transcend
Whatever New-Life There Is … Begin

Whether From Death or Divorce
        Sickness or Sorrow
Change, Yet Stay-On-Course
   Today, Rises To Tomorrow

So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
A Slow-Start, Is Not The End

You May Lose Some Family
A Friend, or Fortune
A Job, or A Journey
Or A Just Right-Opportune

Just – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Move … Just Like The Wind

Either, Climb Up or Go Around
Earthquake-Aches or Shaky Ground
Tears, That Flood and Threaten To Drown
Forest-Fire-Rages … Burns Up … Then Down …

    So – Transition and Transcend …

Transition and Transcend
Life is Hard, I Won’t Pretend
But God’s Helping Hand Will Lend
The Push and Pull-Up, To Begin

The Power and The Will, To Win
Again … Again … Again …  and Again …
And At Each Place … Pray – Amen !
… and Transition and Transcend


Details | Free verse | |

Emigration comes full circle

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we 
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was 
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011, 
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid 
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment 
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me 
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.


To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.

Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.

We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.
 


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Purpose From Above

Secretly in my heart I am weary
Pondering a purpose from above
Even though I know God's love
This life at times has been teary

Has my life has been in vain
Lost in this place we call earth
I have been this way since birth
Wondering what keeps me sane

I count all my blessings in life
And to a stranger I openly smile
With hopes it stays there awhile
Helping those with their strife

So is this my purpose from God
Sending a little kindness and love
Coming from that big guy above
If this is his plan I feel flawed

Edward J Ebbs - 10-02-2011


Details | ABC | |

THE ECHO REACHES THE WHOLE SKY

Wages
of alienation
were increasing.
We were afraid
of reflections.

Shifting
of landscapes
will hurt the river.
I was blinded
by blues.

Relationship
becomes a speech
impediment,
bonds start
breaking.

I wanted
to call your name –
in solitude.
The echo
reaches the whole sky.


 
SATISH VERMA


Details | Rhyme | |

Overcome

I picked up a penny face-down,
But I don't believe in luck.
Everything happens for a reason;
God's mercy frees the stuck.
Redeem me, Heavenly Father;
Please, I know the wrong I've done.
Thank You for dying for me;
My sins You have overcome!


Details | Free verse | |

The Time Machine

(I was inspired by the movie "The Time Machine", to write this piece)


For days, weeks, and months,
he became a hermit of science,
working on a device 
to return to his beloved, to return
things as they were four months,
and a fortnight ago; two lovers
embracing a romantic walk together,
in a snowing evening.

Memories of her smile and good heart
gave him courage to create a device
that would make him disappear
from the present,
and meet her in the past.

He depended upon physics to alter
time and fate; to return his joy
and meaning once again…..


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


Details | Pantoum | |

Gobble Gobble

<                                           cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             waiting looking  for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             dim lit streets she turns her head for another
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             liars cheaters she don't care
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             dim lit streets she  turns her head for another
                                             cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             


Details | Haiku | |

My own proverb

“ Love is the greatest portion of our lives, although sex is hidden in love as a twinkling star”. Proverb by - Ravi Sathasivam


Details | Free verse | |

Maybe

Maybe one day 
i will be able to live in a single moment 
with my surroundings and every single life 
will be on the right place. 

Maybe my sin is not so wrong 
and my forgiveness will fall 
with the rain on all human race. 

Maybe one day 
before the last sunset 
i will see for the first time 
your loving face.


Details | Didactic | |

Misdirection

Here as I wander through this vast and sometimes unsympathetic world, with those who claim to be more civilized than they that walk with their backs to the sun…yet they fight amongst each other and reek havoc and rage war and shed each others blood over trivial matters like the color of each others skin or the way in which you should worship our God! They don’t even love each other as they should as the word of God so commanded them to do! They even rage war inside their own homes…sons against their fathers, they are each filled with hate and malice towards each other...for a status of dominations, which matters not in death but only to the here and now, which passes like the speed of light. They are vain and self absorbed inside of a world in which they have each created with delusions of grandeur and deceit. No true love for each other yet they claim to be supreme beings above all others? Animals don’t kill just for the thrill or just because they can, they do it only to survive and because sometimes they are in fear. But we do it out of self satisfaction or just because we can…take heed my brothers and sisters all is not good and what appears to be good is not, for it is far more important to love and submit to each and other than to stand as sole king or queen on hill were no one else lives or comes…somehow our good intent to become more better than the animals has turned into some type of misdirection on why we are really here? Love can't be misdirected, it can only be not given or received.


Details | Haiku | |

My Resolution

~teach my thirsty heart not to fall in love again... the mirage of life~ © 2011 kashinath karmakar ========000======== Placement: 5th ; (Decemeber 2011) Contest:New Years Resolutions Haiku Sponsor:Tracie~Indigo Dreamweaver~ By:kashinath karmakar


Details | Couplet | |

Gods Resonance

There's A Fine Line Which Can Be Traced
Between love and Insanity.

                             - The Division of Gods -

It Spreads itself Through The Air
Like a Cancer To The Flesh.

                              - The Division of Cells -

He's Taken Shelter From The World,
Right at the Back of His Mind.

                               - The Division of Thought -

All This Worlds a Playground, And All
The Children Have Grazed Knees.

                                - The Similarity of the Human -

The Ethereal Bark Stains, Punched The
Time Card in His Memories.
 
                                - The Manipulation of Nostalgia -

He'll Stand in The Middle of the Swing Set
At 1am, With an Imaginary Sun on his Back.

                                - The Degradation of Purpose -

He Ponders To Himself That Loneliness Has No Alternative.
As He'll Never Share His Mind With Anybody Else. 

                                - The Destruction of Ignorance -

                                    - The Unachievable Bliss -


Details | Shape | |

Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat

                                  


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                 _______________________                                                
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                                  ya'
                                      put your red flag out
                                                  ya'
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!


Details | Romanticism | |

Shadow kiss

I am just a shadow love
You never really see me 
Oh, I know, you say you do, 
True, your constantly deceiving  

I am just a blowing wind
I speak,  you do not hear 
Your attention goes astray to more important things, my dear

To touch me is to feel me and this is what you show -
I am just your shadow love  
My heart you do not  know

I am just the silhouette 
whose shade you seek from sun
In rain , an umbrella , 
left by shoes when  you are done 

Through bent morning glass 
you gaze at your  beauty 
And I am who  you seek 
to flatter this greeting

Oh how I long , for your pleasure to expire  
You seek , 
You hear  ,
Then hunt with desire

I am just the shadow love 
In every waiting  morning
My kiss can never reach you
It's my soul you keep ignoring. 



Details | Quatrain | |

Time's Flight

Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.

The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.

We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.

Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.


Details | Lyric | |

Tea Time

Love in your bones, perfection, divine, a wandering heart pure is thine?
A moment in time, immaculate, sensual, alive, we align.
A mass of vibrating energy combines.
Lost here, safe there, warm dear?
Our love melts crippling fear.
There is no divide. No moon owns this colorful tide.
So now we jump! 
Inside my manic depressive ride.
Will I? can I? Abide? to society now, I have a bride?
Shirtless, shoeless, beard is long, happy am I.
Fear not, even King Kong.
Wife at home, smoking tea and high.
Jesus Christ! I sigh. sigh. sigh..
You pinned my soul, my thoughts and I..... 
Dreamed to die.
My, my, my.
Your cold hard shell.
I loved you then and wished you well.
A living breathing tree did fell.
Is it cold in this, your damp black cell?
Silence.....
Now. 
For this happy fat sow.
Expectations melted, I chose, I allow.
By camp fire I love. I warm, with stars above.
Tea in hand, lying back, to know someday I will love.
I toke on tea, enjoying my smoke. I love it here, so real. 
Remote.
For me, for me, I toast, I joke, this bloke owns nothing.
Sorry. I lied. Frothing. I do own something this lovely green smoke.
You strive for things, material and plastic, a waste of energy, I think, a joke.
Funny you see? means nothing to me, like you I wrote.
Happiness is. So very near, its here, shockingly clear.
Your mind, your head, to freely choose.
Before your old and dead, dead, dead.
















Details | I do not know? | |

The Tragedy of Desire

Beautiful whispers of the dead 
Dreamers slumber on the lawn 
Flowers dare not grow 
where the brave had traveled on 

Winter remorse and summer fall 
alone wanders the few tall 
I had seen them bow in prayer 
but answers they will not find there 

Water and blood are thicker than fire 
but none can escape the tragedy of desire 
I had watched them fall in Her wake 
life and soul she came to take


Details | Romanticism | |

Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
Love
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09


Details | Free verse | |

There's A New Day Coming (Repost)

Morning rays unfolding
like fingers formed 
Trace the far-reaching dreams
To awaken the sleeping children
To recognize the dawn 
Of the new world

There were promises made 
that shall not be broken
Rest assured 
That there's going to be 
Some major changes made

Weeping and mourning 
Will be no more ...
Pain and sickness 
Will cease to exist...
No famine in the lands
Feeble minds will be 
Granted wisdom from above

This is for the betterment of mankind
So, rest assured dear friends 
Believe me when I tell you 
There’s a new day coming.


Details | Ballad | |

In Youth-less Age

In Youth-less Age
 


Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood,
but age our wont be kind enough,
in threescores is when life imbued,
will partial be the earthly stuff;
but you'll still be my fancy then,
when Suns shall be the Shallowest,
and dry as those days --my fingers, pen!
Diluting the persistent best;
then shall I my own mind bereave,
when servile times would near a close,
but will your eyes, mine still deceive,
that greater truth than life propose.
The understanding of our earth,
up till we stay, --the way shall give,
entwine when with a lovers mirth,
we not our age but more shall live;
there I shall be a part of you,
though life may still not worthy be,
but time the hearts as one does sew
and breeds the soul's eternity.
 
Soon ladies fine with auburn head,
in youth's subservience shall grow,
with shadows white and lips blood red,
to whom the haste --the world will owe;
but, by the words that reason frowns,
and those that cost if cared for less;
within the gardens, across all towns,
just you my dame this heart possess,
as your my gardens cherished fruit,
could time nor age do you wrong,
your grace can shift a hand from mute,
such do my rhymes to you belong,
and the words, claims that come to me,
be their center, and my days renew,
until the time this soul is free,
and life us quells, an end pursue;
the end of the sojourn we made,
shall love then still be intense more,
when breaths and sight move to a fade,
like youth, your age --I shall adore.
 
R.N.Khan, © 2012


Details | Free verse | |

I Am The Animal

I am the animal, 
The tiniest, 
Useless, 
And the powerless.
I am what 
The wealthiest love to adopt.


Details | Free verse | |

Silence

It makes no sense to 
Withdrawals what left with yesterday
Anonymous love...
We await the return of the dead,
Wondering what is it on the other side!!
Yet.. Nobody comes, and nobody speaks to us,
Silence overnight,
Without croaking frogs, without sparkling stars..
Only an abstract panel, 
Where the sky with the earth join in the line of sight
Hunger for beauty,
An explosive eager attached to the shoulders of gods,
While funeral prayers embrace yellow autumn leaves.. 
Then I asked you: do you remember when we infiltrated beneath the scrolls of time?
Ambigous destiny awaits my love
Oh, I got my soul in after life...


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


Details | Sonnet | |

What is Man

What is man, his flesh got without assent,
Or the broad brushstrokes of his star filled mind.
Neither will sit for another's judgement.
One is chance, the other of boundless kind.
Perhaps man is his actions, though so oft
They go wrong or are unintended acts.
And desires remain surfeit or un-soft
Propel rash deeds, dark thoughts and sordid pacts.
If action alone can not define man
For marred by accident; then is intent
The mark to judge.  But intent is more wan
Than acts, for can only be guessed at bent.
What is man, neither flesh nor mind, if not
Whom he loves and for whom his hate is hot.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Monorhyme | |

Phoenix In The Wind

Phoenix In The Wind
My dreams have died
Now I bow my head to sigh

Night is when I cry
Day is my rebuilding time

Too young to die
Too old to ask why

Now’s my time to fly
That’s why I have to try

I’m a phoenix in the wind
Flying towards the setting sun
To escape my sins




Details | Rhyme | |

Begin to Live

Knowing his plan and staying on course, You’ll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You’ll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they’re done well, there’s no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you’ll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There’s nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He’s with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we’ve come to know Him. Never doubt He’s always there! Forever and ever you’re in His care. As you walk through life, you’ll shine His glow. You’ll share it with others and they’ll come to know. The beauty of love that’s only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live.
Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011


Details | Narrative | |

Why Church is called Catholic

Church is a she Bride of Father Christ Church is Catholic Church is people Catholic related to the whole Greek kat’holon Father Christ called Profess whole faith Preserve all Sacraments To administer To proclaim Good News Sent her to all nations (YOUCAT) 4092013


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Everywhere

Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.


Details | Cinquain | |

PASSION - Cinquain

Passion
never awaits
upon untrue intent;
she only endures hard-bitten
texts learned.


Details | Parallelismus Membrorum | |

Unknown Providences

Lust so cold, love stays warm
Advice given is words forgotten.
Gifts that are free have a catch.
Hidden destiny, life so scorned.
Living high, lost in the dark.
Spirit lost, not ever free.
Falsified love, eternally angry


Details | Didactic | |

Second Thoughts

Why we always look away
From what our eyes desire to see?

Then we think
‘I should have…’

We look back
And we can’t see

It walked away -
We let it be

Why it always walks away
When we want to give a try?

We look back every day
And we pray for one last stand

Then we think back in regret
‘Why i hadn’t…’
Each time we cry

One day we will forget-
The day when we die


Details | Free verse | |

A True Credo Of Love

(To All Who Believe It Can Be Achieved)


Caucasoid, Mongoloid,and Negroid
Colour the conscience progression 
of Man's ethical Truths...
The cultural aggressions of violence
and ignorance must end!
Extend your heart, hand and life
Towards the Precious Don of Honour...
Freely, keeping the sincere
Brotherly Creed


 

Comments:  Brothers and Sisters it is time that we stand up and let the Love of God in, after 
all we are all one in the same under the skin, so why not give it a grand try... One Love and 
Many Blessings in Him Always, Adell


Details | I do not know? | |

First Day In Heaven

Yes!
Yes!
Yes!


Details | Elegy | |

Stay with me

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I see you

Nowhere
you are
for
Nowhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you must be
Somewhere

You still exist
for 
I still miss you

Thy sight
comes
to me
by memory

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I see you

Somewhere
you are
for
Somewhere
I hear you

So where
you are
for
you are
Nowhere

Please
stay with me
for
I need thee

for
a mere
unit am I
without an ally

Nowhere
you are
Wherever
I need you

Please
let
I feel
you are
nearby

Let
I believe
you are
far
from Nowhere
close
to Somewhere

Let
I believe
you are


Please
stay with me

somewhere
anywhere
beyond

I need thee.


Details | Couplet | |

A SINCERE WISH FOR A GOOD MAN

A SINCERE WISH FOR A GOOD MAN

Easy to love
Easy to bed
This is the trap
driving nice men to wed

Easy to cry
Easy to sob
Then he'll be mangled 
Like corn on a cob


Easy to spend
Easy to lose
This is the life
That most fellows choose

Just call a lawyer
He’ll fix it for you
Get rid of the woman
Who snazzles the screw

Pack up the kids--
Send them to mom--
Hope their new school
Has no majors in bombs

Find a new wife
Any looker will do
A paper doll woman
Is easy for you

Work and grow old
It's usual to do
Find someone to hold
Never fret about ‘true’

But

If you’re a man
With an itch to break molds
There lurks a companion
To have and to hold

Don’t look in a bar
Or pick-up soiree
Stay off of the sites
featuring boobs of the day

haunt musty books
near old movie shows
Find someone laughing
Or blowing her nose

a genuine character
packs humor and wit
When brains are a match
other parts learn to fit


Details | Rhyme | |

Cure Mine of The Dark

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

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

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

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


Details | Suzette Prime | |

You and I

Mirror 
Of my heart,
desert of colours`
voluntary prisoner;
 angel walking along the crystalline bridge
counting the fluorescent steps of Fancy`s Fairy…

 If I think, I really am... driven away from Plato`s fortress
 holding that surreptitious perfume of the unforgettable horizons…

 If the hell means the others… honestly, I agree we would like to be our own paradise


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sacraments of Christian Initiation


The Sacraments of Christian Initiation
Baptism, Confirmation and the Holy Eucharist
Lay the foundation of every Christian life

Faithful are born anew by Baptism, 
Strengthened by Confirmation 
Receive in the Eucharist the food of eternal life

To receive increasing measures
The divine life
Advance toward the perfection of charity

Written 09172012


Details | Tanka | |

Pieces

If to have given
a fragment of me to you
a piece for us both
to build a life’s foundation,
then who indeed to tempt fate.

© Harry J Horsman 2013     


Details | Rhyme | |

Seen it done it

I can hold me breath for years on end
I can fly as high as my feathered friends
Been to the moon, the planets and my home on  mars
Without a spacesuit I’ve touched the stars

I’ve walked through the flames that burn in hell
And come out the other side without it’s smell
Have seen heaven and the angels there in
It made me rejoice and shout and sing

I have stood on the edge of an erupting volcano 
And played Beethoven’s 5th on the piano
I have brought peace to all the world
And passionately kissed every Soup girl

I am a cowboy and a Mohican
A villain and even a policeman
I can wrestle a croc and kill a lion
Around me waist I have the belt of Orion

I’ve leaped from the top of sky scraping buildings
Without feeling pain I can pull out me fillings
You may ask me how I can do all this 
Well I have to tell you my mind is limitless


Details | Rhyme | |

Candy Made Of Cotton

You were born and raised as a dream,
That someone else liked to keep.
Run me like a river,
Currents can’t keep us from sleep.
You were raised like a flag. 
So sorry so forgotten,
You were left at half mast.
A tomato in the sun not dried but rotten. 

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Turn me like a table.
The only stories I ever heard were fables.
So now all I tell are tall tales. 
Something about cats in cradles. 
I wanted so much from life but I was afraid to reach.
Now hand in my pockets tangled up in sleeves.
My dreams have stayed just dreams.

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.


Details | Free verse | |

Inspiration: our Daily Bread of Life

Inspiration is all around me.  It swirles in the midst of darkness and deceit.  
Blinded by dry tears...the deliverers of this blessed word find me when I know not what to look for or where...
I and my kind walk in circles looking for and end to pain, deceit, betrayal, unlove, uncareing.  We are looking...but not invane.  

When the circles we walk in seem endless take heart and know that it is not a downward spiral...  Keep looking and you will see...  
     (C)....Catherine Buchner    2012
















Details | Free verse | |

Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Light Poetry | |

"temptations"

Ill embrace your love into my seductive action
There for to create the perfect temptation 
I will revive a desire of obsession 
In my attraction to you

Ill revive a atmosphere surrounded  by a unthinkable satisfaction 
Would i dare to pass on to you the anxiety and transform you
Into a overwhelming victim
Or should i say concerning thoughts to you consciouness

Philosophical ideas nock on the door of my concious mind while 
I whisper in your ear phrases of love

Confess to me if you love me 
Or its just my attraction what 
drags you to temptation...


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet X or The Bluebird Sonnet

O why’d they misconstrue your colour against you?
When the song is swift imagination, so sweet and full
Why’d they whisper of weariness, of idiomatic blue?
When pause is ponderous play not a dark silent lull
It is the bluebird’s song that warm thoughts entice
That unexpected exuberant bout of welcomed joie de vivre
That instant intoxication of all virtue and all vice
Oft’ heard from coffee’d morn till the day’s end receive’
When beguiled by melody left to lilt through wistful air
That beacon of curiosity which so quickly is consume’
Cheery embrace – the listener enraptured is divided ne’er
Till the final bar closes only then may the day resume
Though for tunes of waking night the bluebird composes nigh
Alas, her song is for bright day not for moon’s sleepless sigh


Details | Imagism | |

Embrace

They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night, 
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.

Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.

Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass; 
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme 
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.


Details | Free verse | |

Life Laughs Tragedy My Way

I walk without moving,
  Across a world I can’t see,
    As life laughs tragedy at me.
Laughter amidst the progress of man.
  Languish against the prowess of man.
    Malicious laughter raising "round-robin".
      May I ask their intent?
        Inquire of their bent?
          My destruction?
            Pure amusement?
              Self defense?
What's your inspiration?
  We watch your work and wonder.
What's your constant notion?
  We walk the world. We wander.
You've lost me,
  You've tossed me
    To the dark, deadly depths.
      You hailed me.
        You failed me.
           No reprise, no rest.
Solitary.
  I have succumbed to seclusion.
    Beat down.
      Feeling the dry ground.
        Fearing the melodic sound:
          My desperate breathing,
            My own heart beating.
              Yet, even my fears could not imagine the depth of loneliness.
Every morsel has no flavor.
  Every bite of this life is bland.
    Though I strive to savor,
      I cannot help but spit-out your offering of sand.
For the sake of being morbid
  For the hope of seeming hopeless
    I crawl through the dirt of graves
      With astounding display of drama in the dragging of my legs.
        Announcing the refusal of my remaining days.
          A tantrum of sorts.
            Played-out in the dust.
              With Life and Death looking on in disgust.


Details | Free verse | |

Dialogue Between the Little Miss and the Angel Prince

The Little Miss:

kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above

The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:

"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world

"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...


"...to love and hold each other above"

Written by Elaine and Armando


Details | Monorhyme | |

No One Told Me

No One Told Me
A cement block is tied to my heart
Need a running start
At night my voice carries like a lark
Death’s arrow has hit its mark
My life is so dark
The side of the ocean is full of sharks
Some days I feel like such a tart
I used to be such a sweetheart
No one told me life would be so hard.


Details | Haiku | |

Worthy

blade to my belly
i smile thinking of my life
love and sacrifice


Details | Lyric | |

EDEN

Morning sunrise
Perfect day in Eden
I breathe in fresh air
A world where we're together
Until you came along
Life had no harmony
You are my song
A song I'll sing forever

Let's sing, let's sing it forever
Together
Yeah, Together!

I wanna say it, wanna shout it
Wanna know all about it
Everything you do
Keys to your clues
Know all your cues
Everything you do
Wanna know all about it
I wanna say it, wanna shout it

Unlocked door
Mysterious tree in Eden 
One bite and you'll know
Everything that's been hidden
Temptation so strong
To remove the unknowns
But will we know we were wrong
Why this fruit was forbidden

Still,
I wanna say it, wanna shout it
Wanna know all about it
Everything you do
Keys to your clues
Know all your cues
Everything you do
Wanna know all about it
I wanna say it, wanna shout it

Let's take a bite, it feels right together
Now Eden's gone
Eden's gone forever!

*When mystery dies.. Eden dies!

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: any poem #16 

3-31-14


Details | Terzanelle | |

Pieces of Me

The pieces of me have been scattered.
With force thrown to the lonely winds.
You didn't realize! my love mattered.

You say I am guilty I have sinned.
You dismantled me tossed me away.
With force thrown to the lonely winds.

I will be reconstructed one day.
The essence of me won't dissapear.
You dismantled me tossed me away.

Listen close to the winds you will hear.
Songs from the man I strive to be
The essence of me won't dissapear.

Do you recognize the sound of me?
Songs from the man I strive to be.
The pieces of me have been scattered.
You didn't realize! my love mattered.

Pieces contest written March 11th 2013

Modified Terzanelle to stay within sixteen lines


Details | Classicism | |

The Traveler

Wherein upon a darken road

the path by which the traveler trode

there amongst the guileless snow

Alighten by moonlight’s o’er throw


Lost among the recurring trees

On last breath, and on his knees

He took into him the cold grey night

His death foreseen in by a distant light.



On he slipped into humble death

Absolving life in shallow breaths

His eyes turned to the swollen moon

Knowing death was all too soon.



O’ here upon a darken road

Amongst the trees and pallid cold

He met the Maiden in mortal form

Her eyes alight and pale skin warm.


Her hair was gold as the finest thread

On her feet she lightly tread

To gather him up in her grace

She kissed him lightly o’er his face.



‘O’ little child, O’ mortal man’

She whispered light as angels can

‘Be now still and close thy eyes,

I’ve come to sever your earthly ties’



And when he gave a mournful sigh

His body quiet in the snow-bank lye

The Maiden took his ghostly hand

To lead him to the spirit’s land.



Away there from the darken road

The Maiden and a spirit trode

Away from a man, dead in the snow

Past the yew in ancient row.



‘O’ gentle Lady, O’ gentle bride,

Whilst you stay here by my side?’

And then she turned her face to him

To him she looked, her lips drawn grim.


‘Alas, my love, my belov’d man,

Only to your destiny that I can,

Yet after that you start anew,

But always know my love is true!’



And there he kissed her, his spirit guide

And silent they went, side by side

Through the night and then through light

Until the sun did grant them sight.



By morning in another land

When now the earth was made of sand

She said goodbye, and left his side

For back again, the road she’d ride.



His eyes he closed, deathly tight

To shade him from a radiant light

And there he lay, a new born babe

Early born to greet the day.



Aye, he heard the Maiden say

Whispered in his ear this day

‘Yet after this you begin anew,

But always know my love is true!’



‘For today for you, my little one,

The sun has risen brightly shone,

And thus shall eternity, it will repeat,

For the human spirit, yet incomplete. . .’


Details | Free verse | |

Let Love Fly

Let love fly
-
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

THE HORSE'S MOUTH (for Debbie, Alec & John)

                                                      The Horse's Mouth
 
Sadly missed fortunes and loves of the past ...
Does the future reflect only shadows thus cast?

Will the quest for love's song, so hard and so long, end before chasms so vast?
Or does it reveal paths lost, too elusive to grasp, to light the way at last?
 
Well said by John L. to go forward is Hell  when direction may not be so certain.
But straight from "The Horse's Mouth" comes a sober reflection:

We have to know when we succeed ... and when we  fail ... and the reason why!
For after all, surrender we must to follow our hearts, or we won't be happy when we ... 


Dedicated to Alec G., John L. and especially Debbie D. for their love and inspiration!


Details | Haiku | |

Truth will dominate

Before beginning 
Any relationship pray that
Truth will dominate


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there comes a Time
When little girls Glance
and little boys Giggle
When Hearts open Wide
and Welcome in Fools
And Big, Strong men 
tell weak little Lies
And tiny, sweet Women
Feign Loving Smiles
all the while
Knowing--
but Avoiding the Truth
It is a Time of Discovery—
When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there is Love in the air
There is Beauty surrounding
And Birds everywhere
Let the Delicate aroma
Whisper along the Breeze
Enticing each Nostril—
Encouraging a sneeze
Many Secrets are embedded--
sealed inside each Breath 
of fresh Sweetness
and within the Petal
of each miniature Lavender Star
Never to be Revealed--
When the Lilacs Bloom


Details | Lyric | |

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.


Details | Quatrain | |

:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Life In The Blossoms

A life with you, lived in the blossoms
Showered together by rain, greener in the autumn
Close to your heart, a place with immense beauty
Where we lived together, loving being our duty.

Your look exhibits smiles, of infinite pretty flowers
Your fabrics caressing my body, sensation lasted for hours
Your fragrance rooted in my breath, seems to have immortal power
We cuddled each other endlessly, conjoining our loving minds
Love within growing stronger, our dreams met a thousand times.

A living passion that glowed, whenever our eyes met
Desirous thirst engraved within, revealed itself then i bet
Gentle touches through the bodies, hastily, its her soothing fingertips
Delectable and soulfulness, i found, the taste of your lips

A blissful glory of love, closely entangles our eyes
Lustful and intimate souls, find and bind their ties
Every tide in our bodies, when builds up the the amplitude
Every lurid desire then awakes, the amatory deeply blued.

Not just so platonic, not just is thirst my dear
Whatever the heart desires, that truly is love my peers
No dams shall ever hold, the boundless matters of the heart
No words shall ever define, it in its truest verse.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part III

An azure ocean
Displaced by mighty blackness
The horizon dies


Details | Ballad | |

Time to Add More Love

The world's just not the same
This empire in decline
Roses don't smell as sweet
Only grow half their size

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say...

Baby, doesn't it make you want to cry?

Let's protect ourselves 
From the coming flood
Won't need no bullets
Just our shield of love

Let's protect ourselves
From the coming storm
Won't need no raincoats
While love keeps us warm

Time to put more wood
On the dying fire
Of hope

Time to add more love
Gonna raise this
Sinking boat

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say....

Baby doesn't it make you want to cry?

You're all I need
To get through this 
Doom and gloom
Your love for me
And my love for you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Overwhelmingly Vast( mirrored refrain)

Love takes time to grow ever eternal
They say love is blind, though I do not think so.
The bond is breathless and overwhelmingly vast,
Building of new friendships and more to know,

Friends may stay friends or become lovers.
Lovers may forever bond or drift back to past
Building of new friendships and more to know,
The bond is breathless and overwhelmingly vast,

Two may depart but stay so close at hand.
Both, either or, may decide to let it go
The bond is breathless and overwhelmingly vast,
Building of new friendships and more to know,

Future endeavors make it hard, not to concede.
That will always be memories that last.
Building of new friendships and more to know,
The bond is breathless and overwhelmingly vast,

When children are formed by the bond between two,
A link formed forever in their beautiful glow.
The bond is breathless and overwhelmingly vast,
Building of new friendships and more to know,

Whether successful or not, a true mystery is love,
Each of us continues to fall as love spells are cast.
Building of new friendships and more to know,
The bond is breathless and overwhelmingly vast,


Details | Free verse | |

Reason Grandpa Writes

This syndrome they call Hurlers,  version MPS-1
I write to advise, alert all and to inform everyone
Their prayers are needed for the future of earth
Arrogance and greed must replace them with mirth

Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar, 
to be heard by family inside heaven's door. 
Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son 
of raising your children in the Florida sun. 

The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak 
and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak. 
He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight, 
through the darkness ahead, trust in the light 

For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends, 
know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends 
Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong 
praying his answer will come with a song. 

Your wishes will soar to the heavens above, 
through family and friends about the one that you love. 
I'm not a prophet, seer or fool, 
just a man who lives by this earthly rule . 

Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky 
that they should enjoy life, long after I die. 
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride 
When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.






Details | Couplet | |

Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.




Details | Tetractys | |

Contact

<                                               when
                                               I search
                                              within soul
                                            the only thing
                           I find is that of   blue      flames    flickering
                           and shall never to be burnt or stomped out
                                              for it's pilot's
                                                connector 
                                                  is our
                                                   Lord



Written by 
Katherine Stella 11/13/11


Details | Free verse | |

My Thing

Writing is my thing. My drug of choice. My bling bling.
I fall in love with the similies and mentions of passion while wrapping my body in 
sentences.
Creating complicated rhythms and making them simples as instances
Every line a differenet emphasis
Commas, explinations and periods
Sometimes rhyming and sometimes not
Stopping to puff so my thoughts can lock
Feeding hungry souls starved from starvation
Creating new creations
Making people feel the sensation as I build up to mind elevation

The quest for knowledge is not a game
Spoken movements teach about the pain
I write to ease the pain
Rhythms run deep

Deep underneath clouded visions of unspoken truth lies a message
a message...a message that should be taught accurately to the youth
About the struggle of a people that was misued
abused, refused, confused, raped, beaten down
uneducated
portrayed as clowns, coons, niggers, fools
Modern day niggas and goons
Wake up!! Did you hear the news?
You are responsible for you!
Imagine how it would be tho
If we were uninterrupted and brought overseas yo
Uprooted from a line of royalty kings and queens
Africa unite is all we'd sing
Rhythms run deeper into the seams of my being

I write to ease the pain of the oppressed
I write to celebrate their success
I write to educate the rest
The message..The message..The message is very clear
No time time to waste
The time is NOW
It's here!


Details | Free verse | |

Religion of the Christians

Methodist, Baptist, Assembly of God; all planted here on American sod,
just like siblings, we quarrel with each other, why can't we get over it,
simply love our brothers?

Each of us cannot judge what is in another person's heart; lets just accept 
our salvation, try our best to do our part. 
Now I know our Lord can cover a multitude of sin; and wont we find it
funny when the Catholic's come in? (to Heaven)

Yes there is a problem, and the problem is in us; instead of sharing the
gospel, we want to argue and fuss. Will we go to hell if we wear our
hair too short or too long, and where in the New Testament does it say
it's wrong?

What about our music, does it really matter to Him; whether it is rock,
or soul, or a good old gospel hymn? Isn't He more concerned about our
love for one another? 

So come on people of Christ; stop fighting, and learn
to love your brother!


Details | Free verse | |

Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


Details | Couplet | |

MY BEST BAD CHOICE poetry contest ADULTERY

        MY BEST BAD CHOICE

Was a time --not long ago
When you begged me sweet and low

“Cast your net upon the sea
Quickly,darling, marry me!”

My heart caught 
and in a minute
My life was soup
And I was in it

A fair eyed man means dangerous shores
& I'm adrift-- mid rocks galore

On a current, flashing fins
You cast your line--
And hook sweet sins

And, at work you cannot think
When fishy eyes blink out a wink

Even friends are not off limits
When tides wash in the vodka gimlets

Do I hate you, yes, I could
Do I hate you, no, I should

A straying man on marriage seas
Navigates adulteries

When asked to re-chart his course
He usually stomps and screams “divorce”

MORAL 1:

Mixing metaphors and such
Keeps the critics out of ruts

MORAL 2:

Straying husbands/shagging rabbits
Cannot/willnot change their habits.




Victoria Anderson-Throop
Oct 10, 2012


Details | Narrative | |

The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.


Details | Quatrain | |

IN RETROSPECT

If I am who I say I am,
And what I claim to be,
It won't be hard to figure out,
My actions tell the story.

I cannot sit 'midst muck and mire,
And claim it isn't so.
I can't ignore the things I'm taught,
And say I'm trying to grow.

I cannot sway this way and that,
And still expect to see,
The same old trust,respect and love,
That once was given freely.

If I'm to keep that love in tact,
It must be guarded fiercely;
Else I may find that love will die,
From being nourished poorly;

For I am what I wish to be,
It's no one's fault but mine.
I cannot blame what I have done,
On some mistake in time;

So if I wish my friends to see,
The dignity I claim,
I cannot hide it deep inside,
While I play foolish games.




"ANYONE WHO SAYS HE IS A CHRISTIAN, BUT DOES NOT CONTROL HIS SHARP TONGUE IS JUST FOOLING HIMSELF AND HIS RELIGION ISN'T WORTH MUCH."
                                                                           Living Bible  James 1:26

"THIS IS PURE, UNDEFILED RELIGION IN THE SIGHT OF GOD, VISIT WIDOWS AND ORPHANS IN THEIR DISTRESS, AND REMAIN UNSOILED BY YOUR CONTACTS WITH THE WORLD."
Living Bible  James 1:27


Details | Rhyme | |

Rose

Rose

If we all become flowers of rose,
Whose scent always outgrows,
Even those hands crush us, in an instance,
Will be left with our fragrance.


All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

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

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

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

led me down further roads of thunder

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

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

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

and then a 'human touch' came along

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

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

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

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

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

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

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Echoes Of Celandine (Winter Jazz)

She was the coolest chick I never knew,
with hair of black and eyes of blue;
like, I'd watch her as the sun set down,
she held the breath of the whole damn town.

Now, incarcerated, I know the shadows are fast comin' down,
and I can see the strip lights growin' dim;
the fact she split, I cannot get my head around,
or the fact the winter nights are drawin' in.

All I seem to do is smoke and dream of wine,
or sit around clingin' to relics, servin' my time;
I cannot shut down the thoughts rattlin' thru' my mind:
those ghost dance malicious echoes of Celandine.

It's not as though she much looked my way
or that I could think of a single word to say to her;
all I did was watch her walkin', cool as jazz, in the street;
her smiles, her gigs, were never for me, yet they blew me off my feet, man.

So, one day, anyhow, she just upped and moved away from town;
I cannot forget, or believe, how much I missed her, how it broke me down.
She never knew I existed, I guess, never gave me a first, let alone a second glance;
in her world, in her eyes, losers like me don't stand a chance.

I celebrated my love for her that night in a drunken shotgun roar;
high on T. Bird, low on brains, I hit the local liquor store.

So why now do I smoke these murderin' cigarettes and dream of lousy, bitter wine?
Why do I sit like some burned-out zombie, servin' my time?
And why, after all these years, am I still haunted by the ghost dance malicious echoes of Celandine.

They say it's better to have loved and lost…
I say,
drop dead, 'cos
you know nothin'.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

HIM of Praise

 HIM of Praise 
HIM of Praise 
 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
1one70four4 
 life; broken 
used unwashed homeless tired sad hurt questing for an answer, yes it is HIM 
who loves me JESUS. The answer to every question. ABOVE every other namme 
the HIM who seems so far away and yet eye find the love is still in evidence the 
richness in the finding.  Love is given never taken the takers and the shakers 
come to HIM and get dumbfounded, the poor questors will still receive 
communion.  Live is a mobius stripped not the start of the cradle to the grave 
sinfilled natural disaster somewhere in my timeline lies uninterrupted salvation. 
HIM who loved me also called me to tell his people of HIS namme. HIM who 
loves ewe also needs ewe to call on HIM in fear and trembling YES and then to 
drop the fear of days gone bye and love HIM for YES HE loves. HIM who writes the 
names in BOOK of LIFE loves all of us the namme of JESUS the namme the 
namme is JESUS. HE who brings us life also brings us days then HE adds them 
to our lives. JESUS. HIM of Praise. 


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The fading fire

The fading fire

The fire has gone where it must go
I've lost ferocious, sensual glow
Yet with it comes a love so strong
So gently sweet within it's song

With winters sweet maturity
The love that always lives in me
Becomes a lovely loyal force
Been tempered by such sad remorse.

Those days are gone when the body sang
And just one thing in mind did reign
It's gone from heat, to cosy warm
Warm, summers breeze, no more a storm.

When looking back, where would I be
If I had another chance at me
I'd choose to be here in the warm
Where love is gentle, not a storm.

21 September 2013 @0653hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

DEATH OF A ROCK STAR - Jim Morrison

     DEATH OF A ROCK STAR (Jim Morrison)
There's a man all alone and his name is well known
but he thinks all the world is a den
of the poor and the weak and the too dead to speak
for themselves, it's a game they can't win.

He's a little bit high and he'll be til we die
it's too bad that his heart is so black,
but he knows how to sing to a crowd and to bring
out the love that they've been holding back.

It's a game that he plays with your life and he stays
just as long as the music goes on,
and he'll make you to smile if it's only a while,
then he goes where the devil has gone.

All the girls that he's had think it's not all that bad
but the glitter's too much for their mind
so they leave him to sleep where no angel would keep
anyone for there's not one to find.

He could write every word of the songs we have heard
and he's led every daughter astray
to be part of his past and a love that won't last
into light of another new day.

Now he looks for the cause of the reason he was
Though he's died, he's still misunderstood,
but the dream's been too dead for too long in his head
and his heart's turned to stone as it should.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."


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Distorted perception of reality


It's all about love,
All Madness, Pain and Misery.
But what makes it so rough
That hurts all stones so easilly?

Eternal question 'What?'
Which causes all the troubles.
But askless men are odd
Like stonish soap bubbles.

The topic is the least
Of what we're always worry.
The more important 'Beast'
Is how to feel no Sorry.

Emotions are obscure
for those, who are 'Successful'.
Much better: Ride the rules
Unless your life'll be stressful.

The point is to find 
The EmoLogic balance,
And here, if you don't mind,
I'll hide behing the valance.

It's up to each of us
Which road'll be taken,
But be sure not to trust
Those thoughts, which did just broke in.

                               15.08.2012.


Details | I do not know? | |

He's Our Joy

“He’s Our Joy”
He talks funny
But his disposition is sunny
Even though his tongue is too long
He’s not a loss
Just because his eyes are crossed
He’s never going to earn a degree
To his parents he’ll always cleave
He may have Downs
But he’s a joy to have around
The public might shame him
But they don’t see what makes us love him
He’s our precious joy
Our very own Mongoloid.


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In Bruges: red brick and windmills

        bridges

The kids, their teacher, sprouts and dandelions
the aquarellist and a wet bicycle.
Sit on the worm bench as bytes on the mainframe
wiped pastel of a bright warmth with shades of red

        gray

as I look down I find more than wanted
for god sake, it’s the age throbbing you see  
and frailty, thy name is woman drifts in
been mine for too long in nobis chesterland

        churches

slender cobbled gothics and proud romanesques
the decorum of acolytes and bishop
blesses youthful virginity using gods 
eleventh finger prodding at my tongue

        Florence, Bruges and Ghent

old cities of Europe 
contrast with gadgets
life and hearts
break fast


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BLOOD OF GERONIMO

    BLOOD OF GERONIMO
Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked


Details | I do not know? | |

Unashamed Self-Promotion

:-)


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:

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Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


:-)





Details | Verse | |

Last Call



Songs unsung will disappear,
as breathless as a stone, the fear
of Armageddon fills the air
and gathers strength against a prayer
that withers, fizzles into nought,
despite the lessons we were taught,
to love our neighbours as we would
be loved by them, the greater good.

Or take His name in vain, the strain
of blending with another's pain,
the art of empathy forsaken,
errant paths so quickly taken;
thoughts are squandered, so are souls
who glorify malicious goals
and chase false dreams to sand consigned,
the facts misjudged and misaligned.

Cause and effect, the laws of nature,
whom to kill and whom to nurture,
whom to crucify or kiss?
the measures of our helplessness.
There is no try, there's only do,
and I expect the same of you,
to strip away dishonesty,
the trademark of our misery.

To live in love and purity
and nullify our enmity,
we join together, hand in hand,
no hurtful lies, no contraband.
The answer lies amongst the stars
unnumbered in the universe,
a child's first breath, the blushing rose,
where hatred cannot interpose.


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Spirit Of Love

Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love


Details | Quatrain | |

Promises

I was promised a bike
Then I made my dad mad
He said it was my fault
All because I was bad

Promises promises
Yes so easy to make
little pieces of dreams
That other people take

My first lover told me
She'd love me for all time
What we had was special
She would always be mine

Promises promises 
Yes so easy to make
Little pieces of dreams
That other people take

Still I kept believing 
These wishes would come true
Promises promises
Would stop making me blue

So I made a promise
One I hoped would be true
It turned out my promise
Wasn't easy to do

Promises promises
Yes so easy to make
Little pieces of dreams
That even I can take

I look to the heavens
I can now see so clear
He's the promise keeper
Who has always been here

His wonderful promises
Have all been made and kept
With this realization
I just silently wept

He gave me some loved ones
To show dreams can come true
There really are people
Whose promises are true

A shout out to some of the promise keepers 
Who have made a difference in my life. Mom, Teresa, Mary and Matthew.
I love you all so much.


Details | Verse | |

True Caring

The art of giving without expectations
Of putting yourself forward without obligations
To hold forth with empathy and humanity
Without martyrdom or conceited vanity

To judge not those that are forlorn
With pretentious airs or snidest scorn
Or patronize with subtle condemnation
Or make light of another’s desperation

Encourage with compassion and open mind
And look for clues that may lie behind
The anguish or the reasons for the pain
Insightfulness that could easily explain

Listen always with your heart and soul
And never try to badger or control
Empower others with their own esteem
Allow them to vent and let off pent up steam

Always be the giver, not the taker
And never be the liar or the faker
Be humble and forever truly real
Sincerity and truth will surely heal  


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Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

True Love

I loved my grand parents 
They passed away without my knowledge... 

I loved my parents
They left me without my opinion... 

I loved my life-partner
Life-partner intended to injure my life without any hesitation... 

I loved my friends
They wanted everything in my life
Except my pains
I left them...

Then I love my poem 
Who is an image of divine love !

Still she loves me without any demand

And her divine love will be continued more after my death
She promised me ! 

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | Couplet | |

Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


Details | I do not know? | |

My Universe

A universe exists
Somewhere beyond my reach
A place I wish to explore

I look to the heavens
To ask my questions
Instead I have many more


If everything is connected
Why am I separate
Just another face in the crowd

Anonymously wandering
Feeling so disconnected
With my head in the clouds


You reveal the answer
You're living within me
A Universe within my heart

Unfanthonable Love
A place of great Beauty
I desire to explore every part







Details | Free verse | |

The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Free verse | |

Le Catamaran

Spent your whole life scrawling runes in the sand
your whole world etched out in tropes
arcs from beginning and end unto skyline
been there done that, I can comprehend you
don't wanna ever be there again though

I miss my time with you
I loose my skin to let some air back in
sinking in at the speed of time
what sound does it make when you stop to look at it
not the steady tick of the clock at all
more a soft scream into the thickening moonlight

I tense at the chill of the megale wind
dead men studying dead men that studied dead men
but who here really wants to live forever
raise your hands and we knock you off
overboard, buh-bye

Hygieia, for the breath in my lungs
Dionysus, for the drink in my veins
Le Moirai, for the lines I've crossed
Tyche, for the lines I shall remain

The blood taste in my mouth makes me wince
it's not overbearing, it's just that
it's barely noticeable at all
so I think of the one and his taste for blood
perhaps not lust, but a form of negligence

The crescent wisp, the knife in palm
striking earth where the crumbs have fallen
yet I meet you here and now
on the waves with no ship
dance of the salt and sun along the northern branch

Mon coeur est triste
j'espère que vous savez mon chemin
ma naissance est une disjonction
entre l'honneur et la famille

Artemis, for the food in my belly
Demeter, for the crumbs in my bowl
Hera, for the woman of my life
Eros, for our love and love alone


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Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee


Details | Free verse | |

August 25th, 1971 - Part 3 -

A Tear scars my cheek, With no Time to Think
I watched My MOST BELOVED LENORE --  “ DIE “
Thrown Overboard, by a Boom not  tied 
                The Tears I Cried

                     To Be Continued, if YOU Like??
YOUR Liege ALWAYS and FOREVER; HG ( Harry )


Details | Prose Poetry | |

New Meaning of LOVE

You know the old meaning of Love

Lake of sorrow...

Ocean of tears...

Valley of death...

End of life....

It's negative meaning of Love !

Now you read the new meaning of Love

LIFE ORIENTED VALUABLE EMOTIONS .

Truly LOVE is LIFE !

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


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The Crazy Hunter

By: Ali Taha Alnobani

He did not do anything extraordinary
Did not discover the secret of happiness
And surely did not invent the machine that collects rays of the sun in a painting
He sat among his friends proud of his depravities
In an acted way of formalities
***
Now he can boast about his manhood
Like a foolish boy made of wood
"I spent a wonderful time with her
My soul flew with kisses
And my body was trembling
With a very nice relaxing!
She believed me
And when I left her
Her face was yellow
Like lemon
And my eyes were sparking
Like a demon".
***
Hunters have no heart
And crimes are their ribbon
His reverent silent friends were looking at him
"My mother taught me:
"It is not a shame for a man to deceive a woman
Females who give you themselves have no honor"
So I hunt women as if I were a trap"
He laughed loudly and removed his cap
Then he rubbed his mustache
And suddenly screamed
"I'm the king
When I touch my ring
I can swallow an angel".
***
So here in the dark world
We have two sides
Schools for male... And schools for female
Streets for male…and streets for female
Dusk for male… and another for female
And in between
We have crazy hunters
Fond of their depravities
***


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Treasure House

Your treasure house oh Father is filled with many gem
priceless stones and gold and silver found within men
costly and refined cut to beauty rich and rare
they will form your church founded on Jesus loving care

A peaceful and mild spirit are ones that you seek
those who hunger for righteousness pure in heart and meek
those knowing your instruction their spirits must be filled
who mourn and for your sake like prophets have been killed

The gift you give where holy spirit lives for a creation new
what you mold has been foretold your children character hew
all will abide where you reside your will within a few
they will not falter but to the alter life's sacrifice so true

You have washed them clean and bright
removed their darkness and it's night
they live their lives with your Law in sight
to do your will and please you do delight

Each precious gem it's clarity no inclusion or flaw
must reflect the Light so clear and fulfill all your law
how could one hope to please and God be Loving True
if he hates his brother and what's harmful continue

There is beauty in the Truth the heart can never miss
facets crystal clear and bright the sight cannot resist
God has raised from living stone children of Abraham
from every nation upon the earth with Jesus take their stand

Their life is the Truth to nothing else will submit
for all of mans pleasure himself to benefit
you have formed them from the day they were born
unto the Truth and Love their lives must conform

And you oh Father are their glass of wine
to have been grafted in upon the Vine Divine
you have given the taste upon the bread of Truth
like every child you have fed them from their youth

sources Isaiah 54 Matt. chptr 5 ICor.3:10-15 
Galatians 1:10 IITim 2:19-21 IIPet. 2:4-5
Apocalypse 21:10-27

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Martyr


I had a bath in the dark the other night.
Left the radio off.
Mum came home early that day,
I could hear her boots clattering on the tiled floor.
I sank further under the water, and exhaled shame.
It clouded the tiles, and found
The heart which I had drawn only last week, Now dripping and deformed, 
Framing my girlfriends name.
I shuddered at the memory,
And sank still lower into the bath.
The heart leered at me. I scrubbed it out, And scratched in the one word I had left 
inside, It had swallowed all the other words, and now sat there bloated.
Transferred to the glass it looked obscene.
My mum never let me say it, it was naughty to say The G word.

Time to leave,
A BandB tonight and then,
Who knows?
As I passed my mother, a vicious hiss,
“There goes the martyr.” 
I turned, but said nothing, how could I?
I was drained after
Purging apology after apology.
She took a deep breath,
And in the tiny moment before she spoke, A strange alien voice spilled from my 
mouth.
“I love her mum”
For the first time,
She stopped, and looked at me.
I couldn’t help feeling smug, vindictive, She finally understood what silence was 
like, It was her turn.
And, as I repeated the words, in my harsh new voice, She shattered, and wept.
Because we both knew,
Love,
Is more than her and Dad ever had.


Details | Sonnet | |

KLARA HITLER - HIS MOTHER'S EYES

...KLARA HITLER - HIS MOTHER'S EYES
Does not the glow of Heaven call to mind
The tears of ev'ry mother in her plight?
Such beauty was the love he'd never find,
Perhaps to lead him on, through wrong or right.

And so, this Alter Boy, who loved to sing,
Swelled up her heart, and made her blue of eyes,
Much brighter than her chosen love could bring,
To guide her Alter Boy through truth or lies.

Always he'd feel his mother's tender glow.
Perhaps to make the wrong seem not so bad, 
And if she wept alone, he'd never know,
Because his mother's love is all he had.

And all the pain of knowing, truth, it dies,
changed not the color  of his Mother's eyes.
        © Ron Wilson 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Hope

Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.

Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.

I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..


Details | Rhyme | |

The Meaning Of Life

weeping willow looking so sad

branches hanging low

moon is shinning bright tonight

makes your weeping branches glow

songbird singing in the morning light

she sings her songs and then takes flight

with freedom blowing through her wings

songbird flies and then she sings

driftwood floating on the sea

no worries, no cares just drifting free

where are we going

who's to say

so on our knees we pray and pray

perhaps there is no hell below

perhaps no heaven above

but we are here to learn one thing

we are here to learn to love

 



Details | I do not know? | |

BORNEO'S GREEN HEART

A gem of a nation
An abode of peace
A treasure of empire
A haven of tranquility
A kingdom of treasures
An oasis of modern empire
A space of warmth greeting
A den of hospitable people
A neoclassical form of politics
A gateway to beyond comports
An avenue of understanding
An environment of treasures
An ancient Sultanate kingdom
An indeed pampering Brunei Darussalam


Bandar Seri Begawan
Negara Brunei Darussalam
December 30, 2008
Muharram 2, 1430


Details | Free verse | |

An Agnostic Acrostic

 "this poem is not about what is written,but what is not written. . . " 
Greyer looms matter's of the.....? 					 
Beauty fades not there then.....?				          
Flowers live and die fact of ....?					    
A four letter word of endearment....?					    
A saddened stare like where the Red Fern.....? 				    
Do not withdraw from the sunlight given by the almighty...?                                       
The feeling active of letters four much like adores.....?                                              
Speaking in second person sounds like and is...?      			   
In the prelude I allude to this message to point to the truth 		                
You cannot see air but it is there so beware   			                
You do not have to walk into the total darkness  				   
to see how dark the blackness is                      				 
Like gravity that holds you there how much more our Creator cares 	             
Setting on shelf scoffing at the pain you do not see      		                
The love that is and can be He just wants to set you free                                      
ignorance of the law does not excuse
How deep the pain how dark is that blue                                                                   
without Hope without God waiting to play the odds                                              
Without knowledge must be total misery                                                                      
as earthly beauty fades as the tree                                                                              
a dieing thing without fruit                                                                                           
the growing sorrow does that suit                                                                              
without hope of new life tomorrow                                                                             
Here today and gone so to borrow                                                                               
Not opening a door can be as bad as slamming it in your face                                   
to see where true beauty is you run in place not seeing the grace                        
turn to the light dwelling in the dusk from the womb to dust                                    
on your pedestal under your own glass                                                                        
the fire that was given you smother to ash  - john edaward beam - for The 
Unwritten contest - 07/01/2011


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Sacrament of Baptism


The day of Pentecost, Church celebrated
Administered Holy Baptism
St. Peter declares
“Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and receive the gift of the Holy Spirit”

The apostles offer baptism to anyone who believed in Fr. Christ Jesus
You will be saved
You and your household
St. Paul declared to his baptized and with all his family

Baptism is birth into the new life in Fr. Christ Jesus
In accordance with Lord God’s will
It is necessary for salvation
As the Church herself, we enter by Baptism

Baptismal grace includes forgiveness of original sin
Birth to a new life by man becomes an adopted son of the Father
A member of Fr. Christ
A temple of the Holy Spirit

Those who die for faith
 All those without knowing the Church under the inspiration of grace
Seek God sincerely, strive to fulfill his will
Can be saved even if they have not been baptize

With respect to children who have died without baptism
The Church invites us to trust in God’s mercy
The angel of Lord God said
The babies are safe in heaven

Written 09172012


Details | I do not know? | |

Love and Truth

I followed love, and it broke me open, the heart wound,
suffering, beyond my imagination
In my hurt, i lost everything
and those nights as i cried alone and cold
I heard loves voice
"I come and i go like the spring.
Why worship only my coming?
My departure is my greatest gift.
The wound i leave you with
is Truth, my immortal lover.
He is your teacher and will never leave you".
Truth told me how small my love was, 
an addiction, to own another.
Truth taught me of a greater love.
He told me the secrets of love,
the beauty of the agony.
How to be with love, how to carress her. 
I still worship love, adore her beauty,
pray to taste her soft lips again,
but now, i also worship truth, 
He showed me my purpose.
He made me into a man, a warrior.
I defend the weak, i fight for their freedom.
I carry the flaming sword of truth.
If you live to oppress, for greed, or hate
I will crush you, slice you,
bring you to your knees,
make you cry at the alter of truth,
begging loves forgiveness.
And after you accept them as your masters,
I will mend your wounds, and carry you across the desert
back to life, a new life, immortality.
You and I become one with Love and Truth, intertwined, 
as immortal lovers, inseparable for eternity. My friend.


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Untitled

Locked up
Inside my head...
Dont know what to do 
With this feeling of dread...

Insanity...
Look where its gotten me
Insanity...
Why cant I see

Crowded pain
Of love astray...
Dont know how to leave
But dont want to stay...

Chemicals
Are my base...
No more fear,
A momentary case...

Pumping veins
Full of lust...
I've lost the might
In God to trust...

Recovery...
I'm the only one stopping me
Insanity...
Why cant I see


Details | I do not know? | |

Revelation

What more have we to write about?
Waters rippling from thrown stones?
And what of passion or true love
Found only through lasting pain.
The aches suffered throughout the times
Will surface forevermore,
Relentless to our fighting urge
To suppress the burn once more.
Stabbing at our beating hearts
A strike merely meant to wound
So as to heal, so as to learn
From the pasts we live within,
Trapped like a mouse inside a maze
Which has no exit nor light;
A lonely soul left to wander 'round
'Til it finds a wall to sob near.
What more have we to write of, 
You ask?
No, what more have we to see.


Details | Lyric | |

Dard

"Badi Tassalli Se Toda Tha Tumne hamara Dil.
Hum Aaj Bhi Mohabbat Nahi Kar Paaye."


Details | Epigram | |

Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


Details | I do not know? | |

Chaos

Immaculate
Random
Gorgeous
Heroic
Expanding mind
Taste Sampling
Divine
Forbidden pleasure
Amazing
Mind numbing
Glorious
Thought inducing
Seducing
Selfless
Explosion
Bright
Last Night


Details | Lyric | |

Think What I Think

Somedays I wish I didnt
Think what I think,
These patterns of thought,
Have me in the sink,
Then bring me to the top,
To put me back in my seat

Somedays I wish I didnt
Believe what I believe,
So I could,
Give into my passion to please,
Dive into my sinful desires,
and have control of my destiny

Everyday, I come to realize at night
With my eyes wide,
That my flesh I dont have to Fight,
Because Christ runs my life,
And he takes the boulders off my shoulders,
I am the gun and he is the holder,
I am the clay and he is the molder,
And his grace is sweeter every moment I grow older


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' EMPEDOCLES '

=================================== ~*~ Earth Air Water Fire ~ Terrestrial home ~Realms of soaring Eagles ~Kingdom of marine treasures ~Flaring effulgence " CLASSICAL ELEMENTS " Four Rootage of Life existence Believed to be the origin of all subsistence From the Biggest to the Minutest From the massive to the Lightest From the most Universal to the most Particular Butterflies, flowers Birds, clouds Dolphins, seabeds Trees, grass, leaves Sun, moon, atmosphere Earth, Life and "EVERYTHING" Through LOVE - combined Through STRIFE - separated ... ~*~ =============================================== *-* EMPEDOCLES PHILOSOPHICAL PROJECT *-* everything is made up of the four elemental roots... ...air,water,earth and fire... all possible through the 2 forces known as " LOVE " which combines these roots to form a certain special object and " STRIFE " which separates them when they die.


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RUNNING INTERFERENCE

RUNNING INTERFERENCE
by: Acquah Vicki on Saturday, June 9, 2012 at 12:07am ·

I HAVE A BRAND NEW GLOW . I AM FEELING FREE OF THESE GREMLINS. AND HOPE TO STAY THAT WAY, IT'S CALLED GROWTH !

 
 PLEASE FEEL FREE TO FEAST OFF MY SOUL AND ENJOY WITH ME THIS JOURNEY. I WILL ACCEPT NO INVITATION TO YOUR KARMIC PARTY; AND I CANNOT HELP YOU WITH THE INEVITABLE,                                                                              

 
NO LONGER RUNNING INTERFERENCE. NEITHER WILL I BE A CATCHERS MITT - WHILE YOU HAVE THE BAT AND WON'T SWING. INTERCEDING FOR YOUR NEGATIVE ACTIONS NO MORE.       

 
YOU HAVE GENERATED A STORM OF DEPLORABLE DEEDS,OUT OF CONCERN I'VE NURTURED YOUR CORRUPTED SEEDS.
 

I HAVE MENDED THE WINGS OF DIRTY BIRDS TO FLY, THERE I WRONGLY STOOD IN THE WAY OF YOUR FATE. GETTING HIT WITH YOUR CONTEMPT AS I WARDED OFF THE HATE. THE UNIVERSE HELD FOR YOU A LESSON. TO CORRECT YOUR MISTAKES.

 
YOU WILL BLAME AND THROW TANTRUMS AND SAY NO ONE LOVES YOU, AND BECOME IRATE. YOU WILL MAKE EVERYONE FEEL GUILTY BECAUSE NO ONE FEELS TO DANCE TO THAT OFF KEY TUNE. THOUGH YOU MOVE SELFISHLY AND HAVE NO REGARDS FOR THE WELL BEING OF OTHERS, I STILL LOVE YOU.

 

ONLY THIS TIME I HAVE LEARNED NOT TO FEED INTO YOUR SELFISH NEEDS; SO THE ONLY KARMA AND LESSON I AM DEALING WITH NOW IS MINE. TO YOU I PLEAD! WHEN YOUR STORM IS OVER AND YOU'VE MADE YOUR AMENDS; COME TO ME,

 

 COME TO ME, IF YOU NEED AN ENCOURAGING WORD, A BIT OF LOVE, OR A FRIEND. I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON NEVER TO INTERFERE WITH SOMEONES LESSON, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THEM, NO MATTER HOW YOU YEARN TO SAVE THEM YOUR SERVICE BECOMES A DISSERVICE: NO ONE WINS,AND NO LESSON WILL THEY HAVE LEARNED.SO I DISCERN...                     

 

SPEAK SOFTLY TO THE STARS. UPON THE UNIVERSE WHISPER A WISH

MY UNDERSTANDING IS NOW CLEAR, NEVER INTERFERE, WITH PEOPLE AND THEIR KARMA; NO MATTER HOW YOU LOVE THEM, BE IT RELATIVE OR FRIEND; IN THE END YOU'LL ONLY HURT YOURSELF AND THEM ! THE END RESULT IS ..YOU'LL ONLY PRODUCE ANOTHER " SPINELESS JELLY FISH " !


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Real

Did you ever feel so alone,
Even with people beside you.
Did you ever condone,
Something you knew wasn't true.
Did you ever think you felt love,
Deep down in the pit of your heart.
Something you didn't know much of,
Just that it was more than any piece of art.
You knew your mind didn't know,
But somewhere else it just felt right.
Every time you look, the love begins to show,
As you glanced, you were struck in awe by the sight.
Then you just stopped, looked around,
And wondered if love is what you had found.
Did you ever ask your self if love is real,
Or maybe just a reaction in the brain.
Love is real, it's something you can feel,
It's something that erases the deepest of pain.
It's a panacea for modern day depression,
Love makes you feel like you aren't alone.
It's something that never goes into recession,
Love is something, you simply cannot own.
It's something that chooses to inhabit you,
Love is something found only by chance,
It's a miracle that is within reason.
Love is a wonderful thing, always in dance,
It's something, that I know, will never go out of season.


Details | Terza Rima | |

A MIRROR FOGGED UP BY IMPERFECTION AND PRETENSE

Why shouldn't  beautiful truth be felt profoundly and seen clearly, 
not as perceived in a mirror fogged up by imperfection and pretense?
What we fearfully hide from ourselves: is conspiuous pity!


We lie to embellish what is ugly and deceitful,
but the unpleasant feeling doesn't become evident  
until we realize how untrue we have been to all!


So why create something that is rooted in lies,
when honesty can break the bond of hidden bitterness,
not to confound and deceive others with fake smiles?


Cleanse yourself of impurity, look for a guiding light
with anxious eyes and a rejoicing heart by loving godly;
and if more stars shine, why be afraid of a dark night?  


Now the darkness has been lifted from your existence,
and hopes of finding joy never vanish when truth is upheld...
look into a mirrow not fogged up by imperfection and pretense!




Details | Free verse | |

In quest of love

I slide along the edge of the stream,
Crossing the narrow road leading to it,
Search in the depth of the fussed ocean,
To find the portion reserved for me.

I wander throughout the space,
Tracking the silvery, sparkled stars;
Conspicuously, I've been so exhausted,
My naive heart chose not to surrender!

I interrogate the reflective could,
It points me to the house of obscurity,
I hasten to go to the peaceful spot,
There was not even the shadow of it!

I had even walked out of boundaries,
To know whether which direction it took,
I crapped out an fell on the wrong road.
I, however, was hopeful and undismayed!

Lastly, a quiescent mind appealing me,
Thus, my heart plunges under the ocean,
To strike out the accuracy of the true love,
Meanwhile, I still hope that it will discern it!


Details | Rhyme | |

Turn On The Love

Turn on the love to motivate me;
There's no energy on hand.
When work to be done is shadowed by rest,
Remember you were saved by a crucified man.


Details | Free verse | |

Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am


Details | Free verse | |

Colour

She is red, a riot, 
Rolling with recklessness and 
Reaping the rewards of passion.

I am carpet blue.
Bubbling with banality, bursting
Boredom with silent fashion.

Colliding in the corridor 
We pace a purple paradox.
We’re her favourite colour.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Arcanum Bride

She came to me - becharming was an' fair; 
resound of church bells call - remote Sunday; 
angelical her face in streams of air; 
she fled into my nothingness of gray..

She fled towards the gray - transformed to drops; 
above the fields accepted were her clouds; 
Amid the dusky shadows of tree tops, 
Imparted lives, my aloneness' Styx shrouds; 

Lone arbiter of my arcanum bride, 
my sentiments ascended - to orbit, 
a quilt of nimbus covered me and cried, 
my life became a flight - winds' chorded ambit! 

She stared at me from yonder stills, merry; 
Unreal she reached my soul but was lifeless; 
The trumps of Angels played in notes airy, 
her bridal offered pure affableness; 

In Acheronian lakes I loved her gleam; 
her thousand tears of rain, arcanum song; 
she fled above the cumulus to deem, 
and crown noctilucent my waxed lifelong.

© 02-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved

(The poem is composed in Iambic tetrameter form.
The Iambic pentameter form is closer to it, as a substitute.)


Details | Romanticism | |

THOSE THINGS

What's time?
It's that ticking second, that greatly unnerves me,
It's that flitting moment, that captures me,
It's that immutable hour, that unsettles me.
What's time?
It's that time I want to be with you.

What's a moment?
It's that stillness in time, that brings you closer to me,
It's that unshimmering second, that pops your picture in my mind,
It's that unending wait, for a communication unforthcoming.
What's a moment?
It's that moment I'm with you.

Then what's happiness?
It's that smile, I feel in my dreams,
It's that love, I want to keep,
It's that affection, that runs so deep.
So what's happiness?
It's that which I have with you.


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


Details | Didactic | |

Is not so

Is it not so, that the sun does rise in the east and settles in west?
Is it not so, that water is water and fire is fire?
Is it not so, that laughter is laughter and pain hurts?
Is it not so that cold is cold and hot is hot?
Is it not so that a dog is a dog and a cat is still a feline?
Is it also not so that love is love and hate is hatred?
If all these things I have said be true and clear to you? How is it people think both right and wrong be both possible at the same time…yet we say that all things are either right or wrong depending on were you live at or the culture in which you were born in or in which ever way you were taught? If the world is truly a sphere as it was proven a long time ago and as is it still exist today? Then surely right or wrong can’t have change no matter were you or where born? I present these statements as proof positive and a fact that some of us might be living wrong! 


Details | Free verse | |

Break the Cycle

Sacrificing identity for a love plagued by mediocrity
trumps a lifetime of loneliness, 

for in the end you may be unhappy and detached from yourself, 
                  but at least you will find comfort in knowing
                   that you will not be eternally sequestered from the human interaction 
                    that can somewhat mimic the love that fills the gaps of a lonely heart.

What do you think?
Would you trade in your identity
for a life of mediocre love
if it meant you could escape
indefinite solitary misery?


                 ......Or are they really just one-in-the-same; 
                                                          yet another cycle we must break?


Details | I do not know? | |

YESTERDAY'S FUTURE

Tausug children are the hope of the motherland
If the struggle for independence of the Tausug Nation is failed today
Yesterday shall never die for tomorrow
They are the inheritors if today’s craft
For tomorrow shall it last? 
Failures are just but memories of the past. 
That shall begin for the future task. 

Dedicated to the Sulu Children
Taman Mesra, Sandakan. 
12:19 am, June 12, 2009.


Details | Lyric | |

The Precious One

Abort is not the key
It will have you feeling less
Nothing but pain and regrets
Abort is not the key
She or He is apart of you
Forget the other half
As they get older you will have the last laugh
Children bring nothing but blessings if you do right by them
Forget him
You will succeed
It's your body and your seed
Abort is not the key


Details | I do not know? | |

Love Endures

Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


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



Love stays, it is true,


love endures, as do you






Details | 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 | I do not know? | |

Coming back to life

Buried alive with obsessions
Suffocated by depression
Stuck underneath anxiety
Further from reality
Contemplating actions
From any point of view
For proper explanation
In things that others do
Tasking on others problems
As if they were my own
If I continue at this rate
I’m sure to be alone
Mind filled with confusion
Masked as a disguise
Keeping feelings bottled up
Adding to my demise
Finding a reason
To believe in tomorrow
With hopes not to bring with it 
Anymore sorrow
I need to learn how to let go
Of past situations
In order to rid myself
Of further complications
Take on the mind frame
Everything is going to be alright
Allowing room for what is positive
To come into my sight
Where I can veer 
In a new direction
On a road that is leading 
Towards perfection
Fighting off infections
Plaguing my existence
Using strength that I can find
To help me go the distance
Someday I’ll crawl out
From within my grave
To see who it is
That I have to save
I’ll find the answers so, many times 
I’ve searched for
I’ll then know the reasons
I will have found it, the cure!


Details | Rhyme | |

Forget-me-not

The five petals of austere blue;
‘She loves me; she loves me not'.
The forget-me-not mutilated;
‘He loves me; he loves me not’.

Playing the devil's advocate:
‘He who suffers the most, cries out, 
baring his wounded pride to all.'
A bit of flirting; love was sought. 

Having second thoughts crowding in,
all reason drowned out in the din.
‘The less said the better’, sage advice.
Being shamed in front of their kin.

Being naïve, her only ‘sin’.
 ‘She loves me; she loves me not’.
Trust and honour mutilated.
‘He loves me; he loves me not’.


On relationships in general


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Divine Purity.

True love is incalculable
An ebb and flow of lifetime…
Never looking back
Or retracing its footfalls…
Only leaving behind
The moments of memory…
Of where it once stepped
Ever fulfilling...


Details | Haiku | |

Are you good

I ask: Is it true?
You whisper: answer with you
A lamp within guides


Details | Prose Poetry | |

How are you

I wanted to know , looking at the sky
I wanted to understand , speaking with the stars
I wanted to feel on gleaming in moonlight of spring season
How are you !

I wanted to hear in mighty laughter of southern wind 
I wanted to listen in  procession of people
I wanted to attend in heart-breaking voices of hearts 
How are you !

I wanted to observe in the diverse nature ,poetry , civilization
I wanted to see in beauty , ugliness , love , everywhere
I wanted to meet you , only you 
How are you ! 


Indeed , your situation is not better than me !

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



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

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



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


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Free verse | |

you coward

                   

                    Coward you
                    scared of who

Coward you
live in there

                     Coward you 
                      type away

Coward you 
burn yourself

                      Coward you
                      might as well

Coward you
burn in hell


Details | Haiku | |

Exquisite

love truly simple…
though this life can make it hard
still so beautiful



Details | Italian Sonnet | |

The Kiss

She didn't come to their date…
At bosom pocket, a flower red
Is trembling mysteriously, mate 
Of sparrows in a quarrel mad.
The silver tower of the church
As endless old column of light,
And green the desperation's birch
Belong to many angels sight.
The bird in flight that never dies...
His solitude, a rose will rest
On their bench; but hope still tries
To bring a thrill in fancy's nest.
She could still come…The fancy's kiss:
How desperate embrace and kiss!



Note: Constantin Brâncuşi (February 19, 1876 – March 16, 1957, ) was a famous 
Romanian sculptor,  whose works -including The Kiss (Gate),The Sleeping 
Muse ,The Endless Column, etc - are well known w.w.


Details | Couplet | |

Only With Love

I hear the music of the Creator
 In the fire of the sunset, in the blue darkness of the night,
 In a starling’s song – a spring’s curator
 Even when the quietness is tight.

 It seems that love embraces all the creatures.
 No more sadness, loss and tears.
 No more wars, no more killed soldiers,
 And only Madonna tenderly cradle her dears.

 But how to understand where the evil vanished?
 How can you distinguish love from hate?
 How to survive in spite of all the deaths
 And know that our life is our mate?

 To know love we have to know evil,
 Clean our souls of envy and revenge.
 There is simply no the other way out.
 With only love beautiful life you can entrench.


Details | Free verse | |

Puddle

My only friend
 Is the one in my head
'cause the one that I had
 was left behind in the sand
The sand of the hourglass
 waning away
never stopping
 never speeding
only burying your secrets
 grain by grain
Someone to hold
 something to have
All pain
 no gain
I reached out to touch you
 and you melted
as my fingers grazed
 your perfect face
I try to scoop up the puddle
 mould you back into shape
But I just kept slipping 
 in the mess 
that I used to live for


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear God: I Can Never Thank-you Enough...

Dear God: I Can Never Thank-You Enough...


Life is Challenging for most Our Days,
We Focus only On our Struggles – Don’t We?
Well Today I Endeavour to Thank-you for Your Ways,
I Hope this will Inspire Others to Join Me !

Oh Give Thanks for the Gift of the Poetry Line,
The Invention of the Ball Point Pen to Create,
Abilities to Share these Heart-felt Thoughts of Mine,
Oh May these Thoughts in my Fellow Man Stimulate.

Creation Alone is Enough for Us to Magnify your Fame,
Stars at Night in all Their Glory with Shapes to Delight,
Flowers I am Thankful for with Unique Beauty of which I cannot Name,
Mountains so High and Valleys so Low everything in Balance just Right.

How about my Vision the Ability to See Alone such a Wonder,
Or with Ears to Hear Rushing Water and Birds Singing,
My Nose to Smell ALL the Treats so Many Kitchens have to Ponder,
Easter Christmas Thanksgiving to Name a Few Good Tidings Bringing.

How do you Write and Finish a Poem of Thankfulness at All ?
With a Mind so Simple Finite and Common Such as Mine…
The Answer is We Don’t this is a Beginning to an Eternal Wall,
Oh God I am So Sorry that I Rarely Ever Give You Time !


Written by William Arthur Tell

Lu 6:35  But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and 
your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto 
the unthankful and to the evil.


Details | Sonnet | |

Eucharist


Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...

If anyone eats this bread

He will live forever

Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"

Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine

Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union 
with the Lord God.

Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ

It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ

The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.

Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar

He is to be honored with the worship adoration

To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude

Expression of love

Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord


Written 09182012


Details | I do not know? | |

Flowers and stars

Little flowers, little flowers, what’s your name?
When god gave you colors and the first star shone
Did your sweetness and glamour stay the same?
Were you afraid of light and was your allure gone?
 
A sage had those queries
upsetting his idle mind,
then a swift gust of wind
carried dazzling faeries
dancing in his drowsy mind.
 
They sung about the day
when God made a star,
and placed it very far,
Yet we see its bright ray
journeying from afar
 
Their laugh has a silver glow
and the sound of a small bell,
The sage could not tell
how the faerie winds blow
twinkled the small bell.
 
They continued to dance,
When God’s used his power
to bloom the first flower.
Sweet was the new fragrance,
sanctioned by holy power.
 
When the sun lightened the day, the sage left his dream
with a sunflower on his hand:  orange and dark blue:
Those are the wrong colors, what they could mean?
The sage could be a poet, because he had not a clue…
 
Then he heard a laugh,
and saw a woman by his side,
smiling jolly and wide:
Knowledge is for naught
if you wake with love by your side.


Details | I do not know? | |

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING

Shush be calm, it’s okay I’m right here,
You’re hugging my pillow and shedding a tear

You have my memory and I feel your heart,
Always forever till death do us part.

We’ll always have Paris and the empire state building
Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding 

But there’s nothing like kissing and the shared living touch,
and the holding of hands that we loved so much.

The smell of your perfume at the end of a day
Knowing that just before work we had shower play

Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain
The memories of beach the car and the plane

Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun
Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun

It was always and only about just you and me,
And it always and shall be for eternity.

 Please don’t go just yet I have something to say
Then you can let my balloon float away

I thought I knew love and knew what to do
But it all went so wrong when I met you

My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky
My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey

But now that I’m gone I don’t want you to worry
I don’t want you to rush to get here in a hurry

It’s all down to you now to play and explore
Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw

Thank you for sharing your life and your love
I’ll be watching you always from the blue skies above

From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes
 From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies

Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly
I can’t live with the thought of making you cry.


Details | Lyric | |

Finding Love

Love is the greatest emotion of them all You're entranced by it once you fall Falling for someone and getting together Commit to them, always and forever Love comes in many forms, at first sight Or maybe on date, dinner outside with stars shining the night Or you feel your world collapsing And realize they're the only column standing Love is bitter, love is sweet Love is a one of a kind treat Love is sometimes all that you need Sometimes you can't find love, no matter the times you plead Why is the latter taking over these days? Why can't love appear without any delays? I tried to find love but i could never find it Is love fiction? An addiction that we need for life to make sense? Helplessly, I do not have an answer This awkward silence is my cancer I've fallen in love many times before But none, so far, were what I was looking for Somedays, it seems much easier to give up and stop whining Some think fate makes love do the finding Some think love matures as you grow till you're in the heavens above Others, like me, just grew tired of finding love


Details | Free verse | |

if only for their faults

I prayed unto myself,
partitioning time 
as if a subcontinent,
pondering life 
and all her foibles,
to live through, 
and yet not with,
salvaging memories of
a best forgotten 
bulimic exchange, 
of ideals foregone and 
conclusions remembered,
if only for their faults,

I prayed unto myself…


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee WARNING EXPLICIT CHASE THE RUG RATS UNER 12 OUT OF THE ROOM

                THE‘MORROW’S MAJESTY

Tomorrow might mean angel day
To be followed by one angelic night
Tomorrow I may view an angel’s display
A dais of delectable delight 

I can never be certain when she will alight
One of Heaven’s most hallowed sights
For forever I will fear her final flight
No more love, laughter nor luminescent light

My ‘morrow might mean angel’s wings
And a soul of sublimation
A heavenly body to which this man clings
And I’ve clung so long to the finery of fascination

Tomorrow’s sun to shine on mine
Mine angel who was weaned on wonder and sacramental wine
A lady who is afar far too often for me
She who opens an enchanting door for me

Tomorrow’s moon might mean wings away
Oh if ever my angel couldst ever stay
No more to bear an angel’s softly sighed fare well
An angel at the ready with a seraphim's spell

                            ©2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~


Details | Alliteration | |

A Voice For Sanity 2008

This may cause horror or consternation
Or spark your deep imagination
It may be met with fascination –
I’d be honored to die by assassination
 
Ghandi, Kennedy, Martin Luther King
Lincoln and John Lennon, ‘tis of Thee I sing
 
I want my life to be the difference
That helps us rise beyond indifference
Make peace and joy our only preference
Be the turning point for future’s reference
 
I’d like to be a voice for sanity,
Offer some other choice than vanity,
Speak of truth and not insanity,
And thus bring love back to humanity

If it’s any indication of my utter indignation with the madness inter-nation,
I‘d like for my narration from creative imagination to live on in syndication
 
I’d spread the information that increases man’s elation
And love for all creation ,thus avoiding all damnation for eternity’s duration

Yes, I’d love to be the voice for sanity
And thus bring man back to humanity
 
So it is -- So be it -- So I say -- So Amen


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Why Don't Men Cry

Why don’t men cry, or do they.
Why do they not share feelings?
From onset of childhood, we say.
Be very tough; secure the dealings.

Boys are sissies when they cry.
No shedding tears, it will not fly.
No water works, eyes is dry.
Not even a whimper, or sigh.

Boys are soon to be men
Then definitely not then,
Shows weakness to fall,
No feelings should be seeing.

However, when father sees son,
Upon their birth, a life begun,
Tears show up under the gun.
This is truly always done.

Upon losing one, feelings flow.
Loss of close loved ones do show.
Graduation days, glistened glow,
Weddings of daughter’s hearts know.

Water works upon this day
Just a factual notion; that is said
Humanity will always keep it fed.
Why don’t men cry, or do they.


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Updated Bio

Dane 
Short, sensitive, long-suffering, loving
Sister of: Ray and Charme, who are strong, precious, and amazing. 
Lover of: Right Choices, Loyal friendships, and my soul mate, Ingrid. 
Who feels peaceful, loved by many, and ecstatic in nature’s embrace, 
Who fears unintentional hurt, oversights, and misunderstandings! 
Who would like to see: world peace, family together, and more poetry
Resident of Live Oak, Florida 
Smith-Johnsen

January 31, 2011

If you are a member of my facebook Poet group, please post your Bio there, too.  It is the morning 
challenge.  I want to know you better.  Thanks for your friendship...everyone!  Lovingly, Dane Ann


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Traveler's Cecil and Debbie

We travel this hard road fast.
Our hearts love will always last.
We have learned well from the past.
Let’s just have a blast.


written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
Contest Name "MAGNET MARVEL" 


Details | Ballad | |

Seduction of a Maiden Song Lyrics first notes penned England in May 2006

SEDUCTION OF A MAIDEN   Song Lyrics
   By Victoria Anderson-Throop
        first draft notes penned on the moors of England in May 2006     (call also means visit)


I remember
   When its morning
I remember 
   breezy spring
I remember 
    all the flowers
I hear larks
  in meadows sing

I remember
   When its autumn
I remember 
  red leaves fall
I remember
   heartbreak clearly
I remember 
  your last call

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame

I remember
   that last summer
When the roses
  were so sweet
I can smell
   their fragrant kisses
When my world 
    was so complete

I remember 
   winter coming
When your kisses 
    turned to ice
I remember tears 
    were falling
I learned lovers
    pay a price

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame

I remember
  When its morning
I remember
   breezy spring
I remember
   all the flowers
I remember
  how to sing

(ALTERNATE ENDING)
I remember
  when  it''s morning
All the heartache
   of the spring
Love has stolen
  my sweet memories
I've forgotten
  how to sing

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame


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Best Friend

She said that we were drifting apart.
But I feel that we were close from the start
My heart was torn out from deep within
She said I had changed from what I had been

I didn’t know what to say
We used to talk every day.
Now that things had changed
I felt that I had gone deranged

Dear friend, the one who was the best
Why have you left me alone with the rest?


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In the eye of the beholder

Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''

 

The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old

Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold

 

Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before

Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core

 

Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought

Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought

 

I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure

My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.

 

I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.

As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights

 

Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.

Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight

 

I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention

I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.

 

Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day

I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.

 

I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.

Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.

 

Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground

One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound

 

I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free

Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree

 

Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret

I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.

 

Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment

My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. 

 

Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA 

Date: 26-10-11


Details | I do not know? | |

He Sat At The Bar

He sat at the bar,
She had just left
To use the restroom,
And he pondered
His situation.

Yes,
She was beautiful,
Curves in the right places,
Weave perfectly done,
Not a track in sight,
Outfit exhibiting all
That God had blessed her with,
But.....

But she spent more time
In the hairdresser's chair
Than she spent in bookstores.
Philosophical conversations
Left him confused and
He was a philosophy major.

Yes,
She was pretty,
But she was like
A beautiful vase,
Pretty on the outside,
Empty on the inside.

He sat at the bar,
Trying to put words together
Kind enough 
Not to damage her ego,
Strong enough
To let her know
That they were over.

Words pulled him
From his thoughts,
They came from somewhere
Behind him,
They were a mix of 
Male and female,
Peppered with a rhetoric
His mind hungered for.

Slowly, he turned around,
Searching the bar
For a couple 
In deep conversation.
They sat two yards away,
Two book ends,
Brother and sister.

He sipped his whiskey,
Pretending to be taking in
The whole bar scene,
But he was really
Fixated on her,
Fixated on the dialogue.

She was no stunner
By society's standards,
But the more she spoke,
The more he was enamored.
She glance his way
And smiled, not knowing
That in that gesture 
She stole his heart.

Just as he was about 
To stand,
To join them,
To introduce himself,
To join this battle of words,
His woman appeared.

She whispered naughty things,
Delicious, seductive things,
Things that would have made
Him forget himself.

Not this time,
Or any time in the future.
He spread out the 
Roughly sewn patchwork
Of words he had planned to tell her,
Then he bid her goodbye,
Slipping out of her grasp.

He didn't join
The brother and sister,
He just walked out of the bar.
He was not that kind of guy,
The kind that would
Break up with one woman
And pursue another
In the space of five minutes.

It was two weeks later
When he saw the sister again,
This time, he joined her,
This time, he introduced himself,
This time, he planned to be with
A woman that stimulated him
Mind, body and soul.


Details | Crystalline | |

I should have said nothing

Maybe I should have said nothing:
Our relationship’s only real chance…

Jack Horne for Michael’s  contest


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That I said -Yes I Do-

Just Because I Said I do

From her words I put out this,
Both in her words her wish is scoop:
“Whatever I do, this I, worth a note”
-She said she needs answers.
For nag I will not play the part,
But for proofs, I will play my part:
I will call you to order as your hobby,
Cos, two wrongs can never make a right.

This love, my lady, is all about understanding.
Though, you are pretty but lack comprehending-
You easily get abnormally obsess, and “let me help”,
You would totally ignore.
Another thing that baffles me about you,
Is the apathy in your pitch and words;
While I word pithy all through for you.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.

I pity, the why I write
Cos never my strength and personality
To talk behind your back.
A piece of advice to “I want love to remain”-
Reshape, rebrand, reflect, and revive.
For nag I won’t play the part
But for proofs, I’ll play my part.
Your love you love throwing in the air,
Especially when you are annoyingly possessed
By things and actions not going your way.

4/2/2014



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Afternoon of Wonder

This afternoon I will 
        take whatever joy 
  I can 
   A female voice singing 
       leads me to experience 
the feelings of love
    which the unseen has 
    left in the city air
One thousand thousand men and women 
    feel the power of the unseen 
     which generates peace and joy 
What magic has sustained us 
during thei misty afternoon?
  An inkling of what has 
  transpired 
   is available in our 
   sense of wonder 
  which guides all philosiphy 
which gukeds us home


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Don't love as if your map is reality

      A map's a guide to find a world

    Knitted by angels,plain or pearled,

    And though you need a map as guide,

    Keep your own eyes open wide.
   

    I spent a year caught in a map

    Until I found a big enough gap

    I crawled out through this exit slit,

    So here I am,like some half wit.
    

    Words can act like heroin,

    You live so high ,where I have been.

    But onto earth I gladly fall.

    The air, the sun, the rain is all.

    
    My senses are my lovers long-

    My ears,my eyes,my skin my tongue.

    The winds caress my naked flesh,

    To dwell on earth is all I wish.
    

    I'll live with mice and birds and plants,

    I'll share my food with miscreants

    I'll keep my words inside a tin;

    And only, now and then,go in.

    
    I'll live with cats and spiders three.

    And like a wild flower grow quite free.

    I' ll give my words to those who hear,

    And eventually I'll disappear

    
    Earth to earth then ash to ash

    When soaked with rain I shall disperse.

    My atoms wing like butterflies,

    And to the Flower I'll fly,disguised.
       
 
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Stalked

Panic can grip you,
When you feel
That someone or thing
For you does stalk

A dark future and past
Seems all that you face
How long you might last,
In such a cruel race

Love a memory,
Misery is true now,
And try as you want,
You can't figure out how

Stalked by bad memories,
Stalked by no hope,
Each day you wake up,
Stalked as to how you will cope

When the joy of life
Is replaced by but pain,
And there is no sunshine,
Nothing but rain...

So, if you are lucky,
And have someone 
who does care,
Remember those times,
When no one was there

Blessed are 
those who know
Such a great joy
Of the love of a girl,
A pet, or a boy...

And those shut out
In a forest of sorrow,
All alone and hating
The thought of tomorrow

Look about you with care
See the beauty that is there
Remember that God
Has a love very rare

You may feel alone,
And stalked by bad fate,
But God is still with you,
There is no debate

So leave the stalks
To the celery,
And rise to your goal
And you may feel for the
first time,
That you feel whole.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Simple Wish

a simple wish...

no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse

just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life

no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife

a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears

a simple wish
of a simpler life

after all the bitterness of the passing years

and so

to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed

to bid the emptiness farewell

while

ushering in the new tomorrow

bathed in the soft glow of hope

and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...


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Search

Search

Please give me a pen
Which is immortal... 

Please give me a book
Which every page is the way 
To destination... 

Please give me a poem
Whose every word is live.... 

Please give me a person
Whose chest was created 
with the history of man...

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


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Into The Blue

A place where I can go to let down my hair
Become that of a still smooth sleeping bear
Gone with the wind is my worries and cares
Into beautiful eyes, where mine can stare

As each grain of sand slips through my hand
I recall each time that I held your hand
The way you made me feel like a man
This is the place where I can escape,
From Lifes binding plans 


Details | ABC | |

For Animal Lovers

Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields
zealousness.


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The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


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I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


Details | I do not know? | |

Angry immortal

You dont need no friends
all they will do is hurt you
let them all go, why hold them up?
the family are so far behind,
they will never understand
we are so alone, in this life,
women want what you can give
i wont trade money for sex
or even a bit of attention
or a commitment of ownership
a culture of prostitution...

The poor people steal from you
the rich will rape you
not selling my rear for interest..
and the middle are just stupid
addicted to the drugs, the propaganda

I am the artist, the expressionist, the prophet,
alone, with one mission, 
where are my pleasures?
cursed to teach this selfish culture
pathetic humans, suffering
too stupid to give anything
complaining, whining, frustrated,

They are about to destroy themselves
a collective suicide of selfishness

The other immortals tell me to have hope,
to love them, to teach them,
They arent my friends, so busy 
teaching, and giving to the vampires. 

The christians love war and murder of others
They worship, punishment, hatred, and money
the buddhists wont stand up for themselves and fight,
the middle road is lost.
The muslims are too busy oppressing women
and praying for heaven
The jews know nothing of love, only greed

They tell me i should feel special
i have so much to teach and give,

Jesus taught them forgiveness
helping the poor, loving all people
they crucified him!

The afterlife is so wonderful, they say,
if you teach love and forgiveness.

I am in this life now,
and all i find is tricksters, liers and decievers
I am tired of being alone, 
The body is male, and only half of itself. 
addiction to female energy
no control, clairvoyance gone
the suicidal idiots have something right

I am cursed to sit here and learn compassion,
patience, how to inspire them
teach them to love, and give to others, 
all in the hope that they wont destroy themselves

Why cant i give up on hope?
they are pathetic, i am tired,
of the abuse, and anger, i evoke.

They hate me, unless i pretend,
smile the big smile, 
and pat them on their back for selfishness.
They love you then, 
I do not worship their god, of self-worship.
I wish i could, maybe i would be rich. 

living off of the blood, sweat and tears of others
how nice that would be, to relax, no responsibilty
to give or love anyone except my family.  

I am sure i will feel better tomorrow


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Poet Trees --for sale

Poet trees
             don't think
                       we cry ink...
        eyes pink;
face
  ta'
   face
blink; 

then    
    sink
  
to brinks 
of Disgrace;

lips 
trace mirrors
whole selling fears
we die here

souls 
are sold this way 
today
       cut ties 
             with lies here
and Buy Here


Details | I do not know? | |

We are finally awake

Breathing in this human body gives him serenity,
knowing that I accepted him as my true father,
allowing Christ to extract his light within this identity,
i might be in this identity although its not my self,
i have no self,
what we have is all what is god's will & love in earthling form.

Finally the light has made it out of that solid dark black box,
the light could not hide anymore!,
it felt the need to to struck out of the box like a thunder bolt,
transcending into this identity,
witnessing the divine,
everything seems more brighter,
no fears,
no regrets,

the spirit of a thousand army i feel is bonding with my soul,
an army of fearless & righteous warriors,
an army created from the values of Jesus,
an army that uses the light to heal the blind,
who their alliance is to god's creation
to follow what Jesus thought till the end,
to be protectors & guardians of the earth.

A burning sensation of love lights in the edge of my soul,
a light so deep that not even any other spirit can penetrate into it,
its like looking at a tree on fire,
so pure that it makes you sweat & weep.

This identity is just another identity we are in,
you let us work on you,
you will have the father,
the son &
the spirit drifting within you,
opening all doors & windows
of gods kingdom,
ethereally purifying you
& making you one with the divine.

Dying today tomorrow & or even next year is relevant,
why?
what dies is only this identity,
we will keep on spreading our wisdom of love in another identity!.

O Hail Lord Jesus!


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My Valentine Gift

<                                       bright future awaits
                                   mind terrible thing to waste
                                           scholastic ready
                                      unveiling hidden bounty
                                   scholarship's highest honor 




Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Tanka Your Valentine Contest
G.L. All


Details | Crystalline | |

Repulse

Love subdues the horror of life
To release the dreams of lost children


Details | Epic | |

The Whole Shebang in Eight Lines or Less

Before. Birth. Cry some breaths. Eat some chopped liver with tofu and salsa. Do some things for money and some for fun. Love some hopefully. Death. After
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by me Nancy Jones between 12:36 and 12:38 EDT on Sunday, October somethingth (my comp only shows time, not date), 2011 CE (aka AD) for Russell Sivey's 'test named “Challenge - Max 8 lines!!! “


Details | Rhyme | |

Heaven Sent By The Love Expert

Asked the Lord for a sign and received an exquisite design
A woman so divine her imprint burned within my mind
Searched for her for so long envisioned her in love songs
Left her aura on me so strong I knew this was where I belonged

Now I wanna be the shoulders she can rest her burdens upon
Even if the size of boulders I still want to be the one
She saw behind my encasing and began the inner man embracing
He was patiently waiting for this woman to calm his mental raging

 If she accepts he will give her all of him unequivocally
He has had visions of her throughout his life subconsciously
He has lovingly looked deep into her eyes In many a dream
She has unknowingly touched his heart and now for her it screams

 He has crowned her his queen she now spoon feeds his soul
Their made for each other strive for the same goals
I'll never betray her I see in her comfort
Put this love in Gods hands he's the only expert


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How I Tried On Valentine's

How I tried on Valentine's
all over the many years.
I've lost all of my Valentine's
and most of them in tears.

How I tried on Valentine's
to find my merry mate.
Working through the ugly
and possible first-rate.

How I tried on Valentine's
Forgetting all my failures.
Moving to the next one
oblivious of the bailers.

How I tried on Valentine's
to settle for much less.
Hoping that the next one
Would change and reassess.

How I tried on Valentine's
to go the other way.
Hoping that they'd chase me
finding me as clay.

How I tried on Valentine's
to say what's on my mind.
Shouting out my arrogants
and baiting the wrong kind.

How I tried on Valentine's
to make a friend at first.
Only to be shunned again
by girls who want you worst.

How I tried on Valentine's
to wait for the right time.
Left to find my girl
on another's dime.

How I tried on Valentine's
to spin a small milk bottle.
Landing on a stranger
foreign without throttle.

How I tried on Valentine's
to meet up with a bore.
When all she kept on talking 'bout
was nothing and no more.

How I tried on Valentine's
coveting one man's wife.
Only to release her
sharing in man's strife.

How I tried on Valentine's
Loving her full body.
Finding that she had no mind
and wished she had a hobby.

How I tried on Valentine's
Waiting to make love.
Ending up with others
When push came into shove.

How I tried on Valentine's
Seeking out a hottie.
Making me a sickly boy
who's doctor now called naughty.

How I tried on Valentine's
Expecting an easy date.
Getting just the opposite
but figuring it too late.

How I tried on Valentine's
Jailbait in short skirts.
Quick to kiss what doesn't last
and limits to their flirts.

How I tried on Valentine's
making the first move.
Only to find I'm ignored
for others in her grove.

How I tried on Valentine's
forcing my own way.
Told by a cold shoulder
How I could not stay.

How I tried on Valentine's
two instead of one
Only to be shot down
and told that I am done.

How I tried on Valentine's
Perfect to a tee.
Wanting only to be seen
in a bar as fee.

How I tried on Valentine's
Cautious and carefree.
Never knew what she was thinking
or who was bird or bee.

How I tried on Valentine's
remembering what I've learned.
Speaking words of wisdom
and loves that have been spurned.


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Why Church called Catholic

Church is a she Bride of Father Christ Church is Catholic Church is people Catholic related to the whole Greek kat’holon Father Christ called Profess whole faith Preserve all Sacraments To administer To proclaim Good News Sent her to all nations (YOUCAT) 4092013


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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


Details | Blank verse | |

Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


Details | Imagism | |

From a gape arose, a rose divine

From a gape arose, a rose divine
The waves whipped the beach sands bare 
Bones bleached and unhinged 		
Combine-
The flesh and shell, the fish and spine
Electrons changing orbitals
four tons absorbed
specters educe an infinite line 
A gape arose, a rose divine
And with one ray of light did grow 
A quantum with each fraction of time
From a gape arose, a rose divine


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I speak poetry

she says i speak poetry and its true
knowing me i must have flowed for you
look to my eyes , a full soul in view
words all the moments your love would do

spare hearts for those caught in thought
the difficult twist that rips and knots
the lines i gave, a brave, soft spot
when the queen of my hearts fell from the top

forgive but yet i shall never forget
faith in no faith, but its best if i slept
rather dream than see worst outcomes at best
create a new love for some hearts Ive kept

i dont know why I must speak as such
a rough young man, can eat nails for lunch
scars and bone, dress shoes covered in dust
when stripped of my past, i whimper at a touch


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goodbye darkness

Stillness of the night,and the dullness in my sight, A cold dark cloudy winter night,The pathway lights shine on bright. The cool breeze envelops my surround, A few dew drops from the moistened leaves drips aground. The languid wing of air, it carries, FragranceOf blossomed flowers, trees and berries. Once again the freshness in my mind, Is awakening from the darkness blind. Welcome, come in the joys of happiness, Its now time to "bid adeiu" to darkness


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Lyric | |

Tranquility

Introduction: Wonders of the lights, the meditative aurora of the world...


In silenced sleepless nights
They draw me close to them,
Through visionary lands and sights
Of unfulfilled needs, the worldly fame,

Towards a realm without immorality
The immortality of kindness,
The poignant poise of sympathy
Lives be in them, placidness.

Airy lands of the skies
The soundless voice of paradise,
The symbol peace of serenity
Let it be released - Tranquility.


Details | Personification | |

Vertigine

Save them
from the innermost of
the mind bewildered
the heart diminished
the voice demure to shout

Make them
collapse
with gloomy smile
Fake
intentions frail
of body and soul
promiscuous
Collide

Set free
a sage
in every word
on any page
display the sly wisdom
on vertiginous stage
Break
the rules
with detest for
the inferior manner
of callow honesty
for humane
Sake
Divide

Spare
the nightmare
noxious conqueror
contamination developed
through ferocious heart
in asinine mind
enveloped within rotten flesh
Take
advantage of their
sophomoric trust
sedated senses
and
amaurotic affections

Wake the blight
before they collapse
Deride


Details | I do not know? | |

Unwanted

I feel like feces in a toilet
unwanted and flushed away
like a rotten egg; scorned
cracked and then thrown away
maybe even like spoiled milk
one taste and i make you sick;
then i'm thrown away
i'm like a bugger in your nose
you just got to get rid of me
like pigeon poop
you wouldn't want me to touch you
it's funny
because to me, you're
like a million bucks
i'll want you all the days of my life
but to you;
i'm just a tissue
that you use
and then,
throw
away


Details | Ghazal | |

Anguish

My charming love attracts this side, magnificent God that side
Which side should my loyalty go the distinction is wide?

Be my mansion of heart deserted, why my eyes shed tears
A silent desert excels the town where doomsday’s trumpet blares

It seeks no healing hands of Jesus, its torments contain
Compared to reluctant relief I prefer ceaseless lethal pain

Opposed to cruel realities, O life! With radiance of mirage cope
In contrast to colossal darkness of despair, better a flicker of hope

A minion of loyalty I am and my love knows only this
‘Yes’ for whatever you ask for, ‘yes’ for what you wish

Was it my sagacity or a brainless act of heart?
To embrace even the death happily for beauties that enchant

She is benevolent cloud of rain and I pernicious gust
What you heard were honest words and what she said was just

If Yamin, your goal is love, then why do you complain?
What should life reward you with, if not anguish and pain?


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Words

Words
Oh how we love them
They lift us
Build us up
Inject love to the centre of our being
Painted into pictures colouring our dreams
Writing or reading or tumbling from our tongues
Words fill our minds and our lungs
They are the wings on which our spirits travel
Ecstacy 
We are freed with their meaning

Words 
Oh how we hate them
They trip us
Cause us to fall down
Words rip our hearts from our chest
We are transported to lands of gray matter
Knocked off of the rungs of our ladders
Millstones tied to our ankles
Desperation
Frustration
Words on a page
Help release rage
What we hate can heal
Layers that we peel
Spokes within the wheel
In the end neither good or bad
We need both happy and sad

No day without night
No surety or fate
Words are just a tool
A gift to satiate
So we all drink
The words that others think
We can love or hate them
But in the end
Words create a link

 
Inspired by my friend Eileen Ghali


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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.





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Come Fluttering Words

"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me  . . . "
Fly though my dreams and whisk me away to a “Nederland”
Where fragrant flowers perfume the air with delightful surprises.
And butterflies dance through the trees where fairy dust makes magic.
Take my heart to the beautiful memories of childhood.
Where imagination flourishes and laughter chases the breeze.
Mend my sorrows with your soothing; vanquish pain with your sweet lexis. 
Carry my soul to the heavens where family love waits true.
Flutter my heart with generous gentleness, with understanding.
Send my soul drifting across the lands where friends hear and foes are forgiven.
Embrace my mind that I may share each part of me through you.
Caress my lips that only sweetness may pass through them.
And teach me all wisdom that I may love purely with no ire.
I have heard your fluttering when my soul wanted to cry in anger.
Your soothing brought solace to my unconsciousness, quietly.
I saw your flickering when my eyes were closed to the needs of others.
Your compassion brought knowledge to my awareness.
I felt your trembling when my heart was overwhelmed.
Your wisdom washed away my worries, wisely, willfully.
"Come fluttering words, come drifting words to me  . . . "
For in your fluttering, comes tranquility, love, understanding,
…And friendships are preserved, forever.

© July 26, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: What is she thinking . . . 	
Sponsored by: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~


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So Cold And So Sweet

-William Carlos Williams

For you
I hold out-
a figment of thought,

like a twig holds out juice
from the fig tree,

from branches, trunks
and roots, 
from the ground
and people draped
all around
like fallen fruit 
forgotten
by their trees

For you,
the day comes
the way it leaves

a taste of fig
that was never there


Details | Quatrain | |

crazy

i usaually enjoy being crazy,
but when i don't, i hate it.
when it is not making like fun,
it makes me feel like shit.

the fun things about it are:
being straight up and to the point.
being out spoken, some times too much,
and not caring where i light up a joint.

nobode ever really knows what to expect,
most won't do or say most things i do.
i am fun to be around most days,
i always do what i want to.

there are also the down side to crazy,
crazy can be bad in many ways.
i don't like to be around just anyone,
when it comes to the bad days.

not only does it make me sad,
my attitude is some times really bad.
my mood is not blue, but dark grey,
some days all i do is stay mad.

i say things that i really don't mean,
even start fights for no reason.
i can not control my moods each day,
day to day can seem like a different season.

i really feel bad for people around me,
the ones who know me will see it the most.
the ones who don't are some times shocked,
others seem to run for the door.

i know the ones who understand me,
either love me or have  been where i am.
it is hardest for the ones who love me,
only two have really been there, julie and kat.


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Road Traveled Promise

The road less traveled is with our savior and king.
His selflessness for his life, made the Angels’ sing.
Within his life as told, he traveled many roads.
He visited so many welcomed in many abodes.
Listening to his voice and words were healing.
Teaching right from wrong, forgiving stealing,
Preaching love and honor, giving such respect,
Embracing the poor, misguided, he did reflect.
All that his father had enriched into his soul,
Spreading the word, along with his father’s goal,
He knew his future was ending, proceeding on.
Traveling the road less traveled his was foregone.
We cannot profess, ourselves, as great as our savior.
However, he promised to walk beside our behavior.
All that he requires is to ask for his love and guidance.
We have love for him, and not travel into subsidence.



written by Cecil Hickman


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Just writing without stopping

Random Free Write: 

Just flowing - writing
and not stopping to think
or even to lift my pen
I kept going and the words seemed to have no end
Understanding that the process is a simple one
Love everyone and 
stear free of the wicked one

I'm not sure if it was winter or spring
But, I gave way to all the flaws and  imperfections
and realized that this is me
The change came when I saw fit
and not when someone else decides

It's not hard to forgive
And even easier to forget
Does that not reflect love and also what it begets?
Except too many hold grudges and even
pretend to be angry beyond whats necessary
Caught up in someone elses problem
and not dealing with their own is a hard burden to carry
Let it go
stop negativity where it begins

Cut people short if you have to
because this is your life you have to live
Be on the lookout for those looking to devour you
Pray for those who do ill sh@! to you
Respond in a way that makes them realize they love you
and hope it inspires change

Still maintain dignity and move on to something new
Growing, building up treasures for a place greater than
you can even dream to go
It's the simple things that help make life flow
I could go on and on with this practice flow
Writing and stoping to think or lift my pen
This is one of those poems that didn't make it to the waste bin.


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The Imperfections of Humanity

We are not aware of what we are capable of
nor whether if it's wrong or right.
We sometimes have the will and might
and many of us will stand up and fight.

To show courage and strength
takes determination and motivation.
Wait.....
What am I talking about?

We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes.
We're not perfect in any way.

We weren't made to live forever
but made to live and wilt away.
We suffer through pain and it's hardships
And even sometimes experience love.

Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide
so I can fade away.
Realizing I had issues...
I didn't care.

I've always known who I was inside
and never gave up. 
I'm no philosopher like Socrates
nor do I have a college degree.
But I was raised to be somebody in this world
even if I'm going to fail countless times.

Enough about me.
Lets talk about the human race.

We will get up when knocked down.
We will fight for people we love.
We will live life like it's our last.
We will love ourselves for who we are.

We are only human.
Our imperfections is what makes us perfect.
Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.


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Church View Other Religions

Church view other religions Church respects other religions That is good and true She respects and promotes freedom of religion Human right Effect of the Truth will be seen later She knows Father Christ, sole redeemer of mankind He alone is “the way, the truth and the life” ([St.] Jn 14 : 6) (YOUCAT) 4092013


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Cats Are Lucky

The human species has been propagated
God knows, we have multiplied way Beyond necessity
We are living longer
Relationships don’t have to only 
Be for reproductive purposes

I have an eleven year old cat
Who is hooking up with a one year old
And we think that’s cute
It’s not for multiplying
These cats have been fixed so as not to
Propagate more of that species
But it may be for romance

According to my latest book on cats,
This would be like a 66 year old human
Hooking up with a 24 year old
Which is not considered cute

If the older one is male
He’s a dirty old man
Or lucky – depending on his wealth;
If the older one is female
She’s a cougar
No matter what her wealth
(Back to cats)

I find as I age, I gather knowledge
Which is not necessarily connected to wisdom
My body gathers rust and dust
In creaky bones and wrinkling skin
But my self, my inner person
Stopped aging at about 24
- A mature being
But still young

According to that book
A one-year-old cat
Is like a 24-year old human
Mature; but still young

Which is all to say
I had a dream this morning
Wherein I met a young man
Just out of college and into his career
And he was very attractive
I mean intellectually and spiritually 
As well as physically
I am 66 years old
And he was probably 24

I was torn between trying to get near
With the hope of starting
At least a friendship 
- And keeping an objective distance
My heart would propel me toward him
My head would see
Reason, Public Opinion; maybe even
Wisdom standing nearby
(Who knows but that I wouldn’t end up
A foolish old wanna be cougar
With a broken heart)

I never made up my mind
And woke up feeling sad

Which is to say
Now I understand Demi and Aston Better
And even though I shudder,
I may even understand Hugh 
And his latest wedding fiasco

I wish that in Human Evolution,
We would have not lost
All our fur 
Which covered our wrinkles
And kept our bones warm

Cats are lucky


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Love yourself first

Never ignore,
never forget,
never deceive.
never regret.

Be true to yourself 
and those around you, 
Embrace your own life 
and Love will find you.


Details | Bio | |

ROLE OF AN ARTIST

Artists have great roles.
Correcting what is wrong.
Checking what is false.
And advocating for what is right.
Not instigators of conflicts.
Not as well crafter of falsehoods.
I love you, artist.
Layag Sug!


Details | I do not know? | |

illusions

Something I created
Visions of you and me being synchronized 
Maybe to you the picture faded
But it's eternally captured in my mind

The memory is for my own survival
I dream to feed my soul
to the far corners of my mind i travel
For my spirit to become whole 

But its just an illusion they say
and I have to cheat with the thought
I imagine you as an everlasting print
You have become my work of art

I'll keep adding to the creation
So the picture outgrows even you 
Build it up to perfection
Till it no longer stands true

Only then will I be able to escape the memory
The sweetness in your eyes
When the You that I so clearly see
Becomes an other person with time


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Pure Happiness

Consecrate others
A gift that is forever
Till eternity

Faith is a blessing
Composure will enrich life
Conviction of soul
Rings outward to many too
Delivering hope beyond

Destinies pathway
Harvesting happiness now
Feeds humanity


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SIZE

Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe
But then sometimes when I’m sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . .   
I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me 

Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze!   
Enabling me to walk in that park!
Sit on that bench!

It’s easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . .  amazing things can be achieved. 


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The Downward Spiral

On the edge,
Leaning towards the deep end;
The dark waters with their mystery...
Seem to beckon you and your misery,
Talking like its cold embrace will warm you,
It's asking for your life and to guide you.

Leaning forward into the abyss
The wind whipping past your ears seem to hiss
As you fly and you soar
For time that makes you wish you had more
Though the feeling cannot last,
If you keep thinking of what people said in the past.

The water boils from your unleashed rage
Only stirring the whirlwind of pain and hate
You claw at the blackness surrounding you.
This tormenting fury you cannot bear
You wish to scream in your anger, 
Yet your voice seems to just whimper
Drowned without air...
Then, you are over come with despair.

The lack of life in this moment makes you weep,
All you want to do is sleep,
But then you think.
What about the ones I will make weep?
Maybe it's not all that it seems,
Maybe someone is waiting just for me?
To wake them from their dreams
The nightmare that they cannot break free 
The one they are waiting in just for me?

You want it all to stop
You really want to quit
But you know there's person waiting for a hero
And this hero is you.

You must get out.
Out of this dream
To wake the one beckoning for you.

Say sorry to the black water
Flail in its grip,
Try to escape its unholy embrace.

Your breath escapes from your lungs
And your mind screams in pain.
But then the darkness evaporates.
Leaving you to start anew 
Like a phoenix rising from its own dark ashes.

Look at the world that you thought you knew.
Awake and breathe.
Arise from your room
With A new view on life.

Look in the mirror,
See what you want to be,
The glass then shatters
Setting you free.

Change the world, 
And all that it has hurt.
Do not let the one waiting for you down
Find him or her and turn their life around.

You won't let this world drown 
You won't let others follow their spiral to the ground
Because you've already been to the bottom
You know what it's like to hit the ground,
Then lose all you have had...
But now it's your chance to turn it all around
Carry them up that spiral with not a look down!
Help them rebuild their world again
And stay with them until the end
Now no one will fear the spiral again
Because they will always have a friend.


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Education is Power

Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?

Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?

Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.

From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.

Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.

Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.


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Oh What Fun

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Nikko Palmario's
Life Without  U & Me
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Hate Cleaning Up 
After Someone Else's Spills  LOL  


GL ALL IN Contest


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What i think of love

The sun in my eyes is like the feeling in my mind. Buring and frying space and time.
Im lost now dont think i can go ever go back to trying to love anyone. I loved her with every part of my being and i can honestly say i gave her everything. And after 2 years of struggle she left me alone. I was the only one around for her for 2 years and now im nothing? Just text me and then never see me again. After two years! I see how its gonna be. But thats over now and im back. No time for love only time to come an go. I know thats low but some times you just have to party and let everything go away. Wake up in the morning not knowing what happened last night. I cant say i dont like that. Im an adventurer at heart and thats what i do. Try to experience everything while im young and have time for the fun. Whats wrong with that? Not a damn thing in my eyes. I tryed to love one to many times. Mom left me at five years of age. Then big sister and little sister went to. You cant trust love becuase in the end. Everyone leaves. Eventually. Time will passd and they will die or they will just walk away. Leaving you alone and confused with no morals like me. Now i blast this music and put my pain on this screen for others to read. Ive done some things. Bad things that i will burn for but in the end.
I wont regret a damn thing.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Buffet

Arabic labelling on bottles of water,
Room overlooking bricks and mortar,
Men want tips for being your porter,
Getting to food is a pitiless slaughter.

Piles of olives and eggs sit just right,
In bowls coloured an abyss of white,
Odd cuisine makes a peculiar sight,
This is the date I’ll be having tonight.

Cold meat and ham sit on your plate,
Plenty queues; too much time to wait,
Stomach rumbles, hunger won’t abate,
Hurry it’ll all be gone if you arrive late!


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Bonds

True bonds know no boundaries,
For as long there are happy memories.

True love never truly dies,
For as long there are feelings your heart still carries.

True friends stay together forever,
For as long they remember one another.


Details | Personification | |

STEPPING FORWARD

NO LONGER CAN I BE WITH YOU NO LONGER CAN I STAY IN THIS RELATIONSHIP KNOWING DEEP DOWN THAT I AM NOT HAPPY.

I MUST MOVE FORWARD I CANNOT BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DOES NOT LOVE ME AT ALL.

I REFUSE TO KEEP LYING TO MYSELF AND SAYING THAT WE ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER.

WHEN I KNOW THAT IT IS NOT IN THE CARDS I MUST CLOSE THIS CHAPTER AND MOVE FORWARD.

IN THIS TIME I HAVE LOST MYSELF ALL OVER AGAIN I HAVE SO MUCH TO OFFER THE WORLD.

WE ARE NOT ON THE SAME PAGE AT ALL AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU I MUST LET YOU GO I MUST MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE.

I TRIED TO STAY AND MAKE IT WORK BUT SO MANY THINGS GOT IN THE WAY.

I KEPT ON TRYING TO TELL MYSELF THAT IT IS JUST A PHASE WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS.

BUT WE ARE ON TWO DIFFERENT LEVELS TWO DIFFERENT PAGES IN THIS LIFETIME MY HEART ACHES BUT IT WILL GET BETTTER THROUGH TIME.

YOU HAVE BEEN ON THIS JOURNEY LONGER THAN I HAVE THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT YOU HAVE DONE THAT I HAVE YET TO EXPERIENCE.

SO GO ON NOW AND KEEP IT GOING.


Details | Free verse | |

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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Return of She

Broken pieces of glasses
moves around the high-way
while water flows away,
Lights were drizzling
over the road - nearby
woods were mangrove
and someone,
someone was crying
between the hearts

I saw,
her shadow
Standing still scared

Over the walking sands

Somehow, Somewhere She is ....

The Wind
The Blood
The Glass

Bounces and flies

A floating glass runs way ! Returns the long trail


Details | Free verse | |

Soundtrack to my escape

I am the fallen one, one casted away,
A reminant of a broken promise
Man shakled for one dying wish,
My vissicitudes haunt me everytime
The sound of those blazing drums,
I heard the music mystifies us all,
Saves a man from a Fall,
The strings are being pulled and the chorus chants,
The melody which melts us all,
I heard music has power: To cure and transform
I am still the same; The Man with a broken promise
Caught in the realmn of this heaven and earth
My body becometh the prison of my soul
I am a composer, A composer in oblivion – Looking
Looking, for the soundtrack to my escape.


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Death and Dying

The night Hunter S. Thompson,
blew his head off,
Toy Box Tomato Girl,
went Gonzo Geisha on me.
Abandoning the old man’s love,
for pure unadulterated orgy,
intoxicating arms and legs,
intertwining lyrical sighs,
with bi young black,
and blond hard bodies,
tango tongues sharing saliva.
I assume the blue black hue, 
of late night television,
as segregate candles,
was less exciting.					

The night Hunter S. Thompson,
shot a hole in his skull,		
Hemingway’s history, 
lay on his boney lap.
The running of the bulls,				
the crash in Castro’s Cuba,
the locking-up of papers,
the string of worldly wives,
aimless running away.
Toy Box Tomato Girl,
knew little of the artist  face.
Being just twenty two,
she had yet to embrace,
life’s joys and tragedies. 
Not quite able to end it all,
and not quite schooled, 
in T.V. light literature,
spontaneously she fled.


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The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy 
Death and violence amidst your comrades 
Will bring about your destruction 
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior


Details | Rhyme | |

Full Measure

Eight ounces in a coffee cup
Sixteen ounces in a pound
Both of these are things that you
Can wrap your mind around

Super-tankers plying the seas
Hold millions of gallons of oil
And weeks and years is how we see
Our lives and the time that we toil

Sixty seconds in a minute
Twenty-four hours in a day
Everything we know and have
Is measured in this way

We can quantify everything we know,
But if I might be so bold
Is there anyone that can tell me
How much love a heart can hold?


Details | Narrative | |

"Love"

Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed
A kind word,helping hands are ways it can be conveyed.
Hello there!How are you doing ?Or may I help you please.....
Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease?

Instead.....its no thank you!I donk care or who are you anyway?
You're just trying to extend a little love and then they blow you away.
That's a nice dress,I like your hair or may I please see your hat?
All you can hear with a cold stare is what you think he looking at.

Our dear Father who lives up above,said to love everyone like your self;
I guess people these days got tired of that and put love back on the shelf.
We need to take it back down ,dust it off and give it another try,
Its not that hard to spread around even if its denied.

I still beleive that love has hope amidst the doom and gloom;
It may get better....I don't know?......before GOD comes,or when man
lives on the moon


Details | Narrative | |

Title Taken

The page laughing at me the canvas cold and blank.
Winter filled room in the middle of june.
Why had my heart run a ground on such jagged shores.

Now I scavage for remains of my soul.
ragged I wonder would anyone remember me apon my return.
Would she stand smile apon face and regret in heart.

The page stayed empty for a reason.
They were all gone the great titles along with there writers.

Me the fool brave or foolish enough to  attempt the
impossible  with little to show for it.
A broken relationship and some bad tattos  in 
some  weird places.

To be stuck down in a  hollow .
Is fine  with suplies lowand the truth a sober mind brings 
time was ticking the false deadline was apon me.
And like a kid trying to cram in every answer on a school test.
I was stuggling  waitting for the teacher to say times up.

Hands shaking from the need throat dry  and a headache
that would last for a week.
Why had it always come to this  isolation.

Maybe it was the roads way of calling me back.
Like a lover calling me back to bed.
To entangle untill the mornings light.

Yet just like a passionet affair the struggle for the title 
kept me trapped to this place for nights on end.
You cant grasp what is never yours its 
like trying to see that sweet southern breeze.

Everytime you find  one with which your heart agree's 
 You find the titles taken.
life and love will always  bring you to your knees.


Details | Ballad | |

You Took The Bait

You work so hard, seven days a week
Our lives are separate. They have to be.
You're up in the morning and out by five
I'm just coming in and barely alive
I want to be with you but there's never the time
So I just have to miss you, pretend that I'm fine
I remember way back when you just couldn't wait
To get home and see me just like a date
Romance and passion were all that we knew
I cared what I looked like and dressed up for you
Well, at least I put make up on...what did you do?
Ooops there I go, the unconscious slip
This poem of love just turned into shi
My hidden agenda, the anger and hate
Projected on you like something I ate
That wouldn't stay down, digest and vacate
The vicious vindictiveness of love vs hate
We're arguing again because you took the bait      

Karen M Feist 


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 | ABC | |

I AM BURNING MY BRIDGES

To search you
I am burning my wheels.

Put your hands
on my shoulders
for opening the book.
To read the message
between the words.

When the time comes
I want you
to smear my ashes
on the stones of footpath.
I want them
to walk on me
and dissolve their steps.

Stop looking
at me.
To reach you
I am burning my bridges.

 

SATISH VERMA


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Mother's Not

Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and your optimistic sheen,
it's inspiring
and always has shaped the person whom I am.

But this is not your day.

It belongs to the greeting card companies.

Who've robbed another holiday.

Robbed it of all meaning, 
all substance and heart.
Robbed it of it's very soul.

Deformed it,
corrupted it,
chewed it up and spat it,
till it's obscure meanings long forgot;
faded into history, a mother's not.


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

Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. 
Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty.  And to 
celebrate all families.  Who died before her dream could ever be realized.

And...to Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war 
and poverty and create a better world for all,  only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card 
companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service 
dedicated to selling cards and candy.

To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social 
security stolen.  While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their 
children.  

This holiday is an abomination.  It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need 
to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their 
children.  A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this 
world.


Details | Lyric | |

WHISPER-HEALING HEART

   WHISPER -HEALING HEART

      
Empty Arms are such a waste
In worlds so full of grief
She, a heart burst full of spring
Must Mourn each falling leaf
She loves each falling leaf

   CHORUS:  Merry Merry is her name
Sweet Glory is her heart
Searching for the love of her life
To soothe his broken heart
To whisper-heal his heart

Thus her arms ache to be filled
With manly substance there
A fellow with a laughing wit
Who'll face the world full square
She’ll give him all she dares


CHORUS

But where to find a man like this
Who has no Love at home
A lonesome man with stalwart heart—
And feet born not to roam
No tendencies roam

CHORUS

The finding is the puzzle
That her wits cannot decode
And so she does the best she can—
And,  walks a lonely road
She whistles down her road.

CHORUS 
CHORUS (REPEAT)

FIRST VERSE REPEAT SOFTLY (FADE AWAY)


Note:  best accompanied by acoustic guitar, recorder, auto harp or lute


Victoria Anderson-Throop   © 12/02/12
Juja, Kenya




Details | Free verse | |

Strings

back and forth,
running with a string
i dance, back and forth
flowing like a ribbon
the wings of a butterfly,
flapping endlessly
the songs that i sing
mimmick the life 
beneath my skin
reveal the truth that's missing
try, to see my eyes
move, to see my pride
i am the endless flow
that lives alongside every moment
whether it's here or not
in every hidden escape
beyond the skies
that the insane have created
to arrange this line of seperation
this line of time
to decipher what is dead and what is alive
pulling me, i resist
i rise, slowly into the sun
resisting this motion
my senses inexistent
my aura, surrounding within
with wings like a dove,
soaring between clouds of coffins
picturing memories
that once existed somewhere
once before
back and forth,
stumbling,
i am being guided on a string
to soon collide
in a cosmic explosion
sweet memento mori
surrounding my frames
in flames,
these strings exist too
they are a part of me
a part of you
what have we got in common
is it the color of the string
or who is higher in the wind
who we can not see
what we do not believe
a point of certainty
resting between sanity and insanity
that the world has not yet reached


Details | Free verse | |

What once was... is now.

Passion!
This instinct acted upon....
What once we had! Raging and fiery! All consuming.
Blazing in the moment, Now an ember without fuel.

A Kiss!
An expression of bliss...
Where two souls open to one to the other.
Not when apart though, two never to live.

Love!  
Such an extreme...
In this feeling it is everything.  Separate!
It is an emotion of memories to never last.

Forever!
So short a time...
We spoke this promise.  Together!
Now, Forever seems to have ended.

Time!
Moments spent....
Wherein all things can happen, without fail.
As we know through our actions, feelings, and emotions.

The End!
The place.... 
When all my passions, kisses, and love stagnate.
And where Forever finds retreat,
Time stays absolute.
And I am with out... You!


Details | Free verse | |

Quietly ... breathing

Turn down the insanity
and
  take my hand
fingers splayed
in
  hopeful return
of
secrets half known
  of you
wished fully by me


Details | Free verse | |

Can it

Why do I chase the atom?
when the universe has always been mine.
Can love evolve from red giant
into a galaxy?
Dust and stone
become skin and bone,
born; fall and rise again.


I love the black holes
of your eyes
for they radiate
much more light 
than they could ever take.
White hot coals made to rake
caked surface of my lungs.


How I long to see your breath
steam up the silence in my soul.
Droplets, turn into rapids
and rush my question away.
I tripped; stumbling
my spirit crumbling.
Hold; release those fingers.


Strength born of sugar
does not last, and it feeds fear
I need complex and organic
Can rotten become fresh?
Carry the inner babe
Cain and brother Abe.
Save: heal the tether.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Beauty of Life

Have you ever wondered what lies in your horizon?
Is it the wreckage of a wasted life or the beauty of Zion?

Creating and destroying; so on and so forth
Life continues, chaotic, steadfast in it's course

The order of all things is beyond our control
The wonderful earth, the awe-inspiring universe, even our own soul

To reach out, to grasp the stars, to embrace fate
Moving onward, have faith, resist the urge to hesitate

Achieve what you feel is right, say what you have to say
Do not live in fear, nurture love in your heart, follow your own way

Break habits, break patterns, break addiction
Be compassionate, be strong, live with conviction

Unknown is the destiny of everything that is
Embrace each moment, each day, have the courage to live


Details | Quatrain | |

Pray

It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.


Details | Tetractys | |

Mistletoe Kisses and Starlit Wishes

Set the stage as Christmas lights twinkle bright Red and green meld World paused Hush... Snow Falls fast Reindeer's tread Sleigh-bell's ring loud I kiss her under the mistletoe, made right. Frost Covers The window Hot chocolate Sipped and memories flow, happiness As she and God both show love, starlit wish Is in knowing That just love matters Now


Details | Free verse | |

Rebellious

                                        What???...

To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)

(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.


Details | Elegy | |

When words mean nothing

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?

There are moments
In human existence

When
Any resistance
against baleful fate
is futile.

When
One is left
with his thoughts
Forsaken 
by all gods

Astonished immensely
by the world vile
which first
gave him birth
and now
devours him
with mirth

Agonizes he
in every spot
on the Earth

Where does his heart belong to
Never will he learn

How to console such a man
When all words would burn?

How to abate the loathing
When words mean nothing?


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sociopathic Love

 Sociopathic Love


Don't worry before He’s done with you; He‘ll ravage you
Not just physically but through his words both twisted and firm
If you could only accept that he decides when the game ends;
You'd realize an escape is just as much of an illusion as the man you think you know

Nothing can save you from this game
The lies will roll off his chameleon tongue as he reflects everything you've shown him
He’ll pour metaphors filled with an elusive pitch; deep inside the intimate spaces that fill your head

He'll patiently watch your every move
As you squirm with denial and try to claw your way past the anger
Just as you desperately try bargaining for release
He’ll watch you drowned in hopelessness, lost without the reflection you saw in him

It's a game you won't even realize you've been playing until he decides it's over
He'll know every piece of you by then
Especially the pieces he easily replaced well you were mesmerized in your own reflection
He’ll move on to his next prey soon and only then will you'll start to awaken
He thinks you'll never find all the pieces he planted; you'll never be whole without him 

As his eyes trace the contours of your acceptance
He’ll know at the precise moment he's broken you
As he watches your will bend pliantly to his
Making you just another possession he never really wanted
Then he’ll finally release you out of boredom
Leaving you lost without the mirror you helped him create
Wondering why the piece’s you're picking up won’t fit back together the way they once did

It’s then you’ll realize that he never knew how to love
He’s found his pleasure in the games he plays
Pleasure that calms the jealousy he holds against the emotions that he's unable to feel
Allowing him to walk away without remorse; leaving his victim in their darkest moment 
He's become bored with the people that surround him and confused by his own existence           To him love is only a game used to occupy time                                                               Whenever he decides the time is right it's simple

Game Over


Details | Lyric | |

The Soul I Sold ---:2

If I seem down
forgive me

frowns I carry around
live in me

you may say,
ya' see right through me

your words untrue,
renew me

the hurt I’ve learned
brews in me

if only you could
re-design me

take time rewind,
refine me

recreate the mold, without lies I’ve told;
give back the soul I sold.

®~JSLambert


Details | Rhyme | |

Mathematics of life

Iam just zero,
not a zest hero.
The one,
uplifts this none.
Made me a valued limitless ton,
and as a rising sun.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sympathy for the Devil- Based on William Butler Yeat's The Second Coming

Burning and burning in the widening grave. 
My hero ends cannot hear the hero;
Foes fall and get pulled apart, this card is centered in my fold. 

Named anarchist, as released upon the world. 
This was before blood-dimmed for every vessel, and everywhere.  
Before heaven's ceremony of innocence made my last breath drown; 

The best lacked all conviction, while the worst still stood passionate, vigilante. While god's fire intensity came crashing to the ground.  

Surely some salvation is in his hand. Surely the second coming is at hand. A second apology! Sharply these words are screamed even from my teeth.  
A demon image, my spiritus mundis is cast.  

Suddenly, my sight is bleak, and my brothers and the many others vanished somewhere in sands of the desert.  

Not a  cloud, nor sound, no bodies here in this place for me. No more man, no more woman. All set a blaze as I stand and gaze, blank and pitiless as the sun. 

Only pain and isolation, angry and animosity.  I feel this as their moving slowly down my legs and thighs.  

Brother, love your real shadows. As loyal as they are, you've shown that loyalty doesn't matter. But still I'll love you in spite of them. 

But their darkness steadily drops again. Even through twenty centuries of stony sleep, I hear your insects buzzing with sin. They are vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and awaken I am, your rough beast, your fallen brother.  

My hour come round at last.  
Slouching I am towards the shores of Bethlehem to be once born again.


Details | Rhyme | |

A self-addressed letter

Like the handsome Narcisus of Oscar Wilde,
Retold by Coelho, or like a playful child
Who keeps a shinning mirror in his hand ,
I try to regain the wonder of the forgotten world,
And the living drop of leafy light lavished by Lord:
That what may deserve a candle burning the desire
To be contemplated in my verses; or else , sadly to retire.
Because only together, a lot of candles may make visible
With their light the reverberation of Light infinite divisible.

(To Oscar Wilde)


Details | I do not know? | |

Nothing To Say

 I watched the love of two hearts crushed today,
So much pain and sadness there was nothing to say.
   For so very long the writing was on the wall,
For some reason it just was not noticed at all.
   Oh how the blame seems to be everything and everyone,
Not for a moment do they realize what they have done.
   The sarrow they feel is so hard for them to conceive,
Don't want to face the truth and they will never believe.
   Only themselves to blame and that's going to be awhile,
Before either of them will find a reason for them to smile.
   Broken hearts and thier worlds have been torn apart,
Makes me wonder will they know how to make a new start.
   Nothing good ever comes from so much deceit and lies,
To see no trust or faith just makes me want to cry.
   It's not really their fault so young and without any clue,
May be years before they learn how or what they must do.
  WE can only pray for them that they will  find their way,
The happines and joy they deserve will be found on that day.
  I watched the love of two hearts being crushed today,
To see so much sadness , there's  not much anyone can say.
TAC


Details | Rhyme | |

It's what I do

It’s what I do

There’s something about these early morns
They make me want to write
Each day My heart feels so brand new
That it be my delight
To sit here putting words to paper
As they well up from my soul
Which clears me up. And cleans me out
And make each moment whole

I don’t know really, why I do it
I guess it’s what I do
But I can tell you one and all
It makes me feel brand new
To put this stuff down on a sheet
And know I’ve done it well
Though whether good, or mediocre
I really cannot tell.

I know that I’ll be doing this
Until my dying day
Each morning for so many years
I’ve woke up in this way
‘I’ll write some poems for my wife
That’s what I love to do
And then I’ll watch the dawn come in
Then I’ll write a poem or two

And I’ll write about most anything
I don’t care what it is
I’ll write of love, I’ll write of death
I can only tell you this
Each word that wanders from my pen
Is as true as it can be
It be the way one sees the world
As it comes filtered through me.

30 June 3013 : 0508hrs.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Contrast

Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
 
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
 
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
 
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
 
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
 
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
 
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
 
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
 
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
 
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
 
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
 
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace


Details | Narrative | |

Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


Details | I do not know? | |

Professional Divorcé

Lost in emotions
Two souls approaching new path
Bitterness adorned


Forgetting love, possibly they shared.
Reasoning on the fights, they had bared.
Manly disfiguring blow.
So possible you know.
Now departing, both no longer  paired.


Marriages four, divorced three times now in this life of mine.

If another comes my way, next lover shall be a glass of wine..




For
Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet 
Contest Name ~DIVORCE CLUB~ 


Details | Rhyme | |

Soul Mate Ships on the Seas.

Come sail from time where death we be
Come sail from death into birth with me 
Come sail your birth to a lifetime with me
Come sail your lifetime to thoughts of me
Come sail your thoughts to the mind of me
Come sail your mind to the body of me
Come sail your body to the flesh of me
Come sail your flesh, find n’ touch me
Come sail your touch to rhyme with me
Come sail your rhyme come lay with me
Come sail your lust on the seas of me
Come sail your seas into the heart of me 
Come sail your heart for the love of me
Come sail your love with the soul of me
Come sail your soul I have longed for thee
Come sail with me for eternity, our destiny
Come sail our destiny, karmic ships we be
Come sail the Milky Way…come with me


Details | Lyric | |

Out There We Are



We are the ordinary..
We are the simple...
We are the thousand petaled lotus flower... blooming  with extraordinary grace
We unfold with all passions power...
We are the ancestors...kissing the Earth...touching the sky.. feeling the heart 
of our infinite universes, We the gods are inside out...


Details | ABC | |

CAN YOU TAKE ME TO MY HOME?

The valley holds on, to murder
of moon, behind the trees.
It is dark and clouds are meditating.

You think of a perfect horror
and a poisoned arrow flies straight
into heart of a blissful sun.

It is red, splattered on the wounded sky,
scrorched by shrill cries of crows.
It is dawn.

You feel intense penetration of separateness,
from the beauty of a drop,
reflecting the wholeness of an ocean.

The stress starts breaking you.
Can you take me to my home, into abeyance?
My wakefulness, reaching by silence?


 
SATISH VERMA


Details | ABC | |

A GREEN PRIDE HAS NO AMBITION NOW

Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark,
and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries.

On the erected dome
when the golden leaves start a flame
which throws up an image of a prophet.

My nightingale was giving a call
of a very sad tune, on the death of peacocks -
but for the poisoned feed, they were dancing.

A green pride has no ambition now,
roses were wilting.
Fever was rising in the roots.

Do not give it to me, my award.
Could I have shut up like a fame
when my house was being ransacked?


 
SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

Snail Boating

Wading the Meramac River near Jesse James’ Cavern with my son…
I espied an adventurer who in stature was so very small to us.
Before me was a snail using a leaf like a catamaran to sail the squalls.
Now birds love to eat snails, and fish love them, too.
So I ask him if what he was doing was truly right for him to do? 
Wasn’t it so very dangerous for a small snail, I imparted to my friend?
But he just laughed, and continued to enjoy himself… as off he went again.

He said Life wasn’t made to last forever, he wanted to enjoy it while he can.
Life can throw you for a loop like the motorboats’ wave that just then came in.
It’s all in the adventure, and what you ultimately seek to do.
The fun is in the living, and the excitement of seeing your plans through.
Joy comes from the accomplishments and the stories that later you can tell.
True living comes from besting the elements in any way you can.
It also comes from helping others… and teaching them what you know.
It comes from riding the waters as the waves thrash and the mighty wind blows.
There’ll always be waves and dangers no matter where you’re at.
And I’d rather be here than where I once originally sat.

It started with a flood about to submerse my little twig…
So I climbed on the last leaf and took off just like this, right here, you see.
Then he gave a wave to someone behind me, from where I so solidly stood…
And eight little catamarans came zipping by my legs as quickly as they could.
He ask if I would be so kind as to walk and stir up a few more waves…
So I laughed as I walked around, watching how they were so happily engaged.


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My Dreams

I dream of sun , I dream of star .

I dream to go beyond too far .

I dream to run , I dream to fly .

I dream to rise above  the sky.

I dream to love , I dream to smile .

I dream to catch happiness for a while.

I dream of fun , I dream to dance.

I dream to renew world at a glance .

I dream of a birth , I dream of  a life .

I dream of a love that needs me to survive........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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SLIPPING INTO THE WRONG PASSION PIT

                      SLIPPING INTO THE WRONG PASSION PIT

                  Loving wrong is nothing new --But pierces all the same
                  Byron did it--Loved his sister to his shame
                  Ruined lives his own and many friends
                  Thorny passion refuses easy blends

                  Fiery love consumes the victims –helpless fools
                  Whips through lives breaks every rule
                  Look at Oedipus a king and you will find
                  One more valiant soul who lost his mind

                  Passion chooses style to fit his taste
                  Sometimes vengeance calls a life to waste
                  Sometimes art will grip and bind your soul
                 Oft is politics or war that digs the hole.

                 Hamlet’s case—another tragic story
                 Father dead amidst a life of glory
                 Saw his mother’s naked love confessions
                 To get even--  faked a mad obsession
                 Poor 'phelia--abandoned –broke her heart
                 Hamlet mad with vengeance-- played the actor’s part
                 Dead Ophelia --lost her fragile mind
                 Hamlet grieving two-- now truly did unwind.

                Having known this dread and tempting love disease
                Know it never ends in any form of ease
                So advice to souls who yearn to wed
                Take care if passion's tears slip into your bed


             Victoria Anderson-Throop    December 1, 2012





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What love can do

Love can make us cry
Love can make us dance in joy
Love can change our fate


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Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


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My Quote about Love

Love is not just what you want to get out of being with another person, but what you want another person to get out of being with you.


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Lives to Live

We have dreams to fulfill.
We have goals to achieve.
We have hearts to inspire.
We have love to give.
We have faith to teach.
We have hope to send.
We have strength to create.
We have bravery to find.
We have positivity to shine.
We have courage to build.
We have stories to tell.
We have hands to hold.
We have lives to live.
All in Your Heavenly name,
We pray,
Amen.


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My God Almighty

My God Almighty high up above
Please hear my prayer for peace, protection, and love

Although in my life you know I have sinned
You also know where I am going
Where I am, and where I've been

For I pray to you Lord, not only in my sorrows 
Nor only when I am in pain
But even in times of peace and joy
My prayers are never in vain


I know that you love me, for I am your child
And you have never turned me away
Not even when I have stumbled
Or have clearly lost my way


I ask you Lord to see me through 
This world so very cold
And I ask that you protect not only the Saints 
But the weak, poor, young, and the old

Protect the defenseless babies
Left crying in the night
Abandoned, hungry, and cold 
Screaming out to you with all their might


Protect the innocent children
Left crying deep inside
From eternal wounds that will never heal
No matter how hard they try

Give peace and love to these children Lord
For they never had a chance
Against the overwhelming evil in this world
Please give them reasons to sing, and dance 

Please Lord protect the old
For they have served their time
And now they are weak, and very tired 
And some have not even a dime

Protect the poor from disease
From hunger and devastation 
Protect the ones who are left to perish 
Those ignored by wealthy nations

Protect the men, women, and children
Who are left wandering in the street
Facing not only the danger of illness
But of crimes against them, and having nothing to eat



Bless them with your warmth my Lord
When they are facing the coldest days
Please guide your loving angels to keep them
Safe and warm wherever they stay


Protect the defenseless creatures
Slaughtered for profit and gain
Hear their cries to you my Lord
For they cry to you in agony, and in pain

They are the ones of other nations
Who share this web of life
Who are surely deserving of your love
And eternal light

I ask these things of you my Lord
For only you and I surely know
Of the things that are so troubling
This pained and tired soul

You are my silent witness
To the things my eyes have seen
For you have walked with me 
On this long, winding road 
And everywhere in between

Thank you Lord, for hearing my prayers
As I know you always will
For I know that you will love me always
I am forever your child, Camille.

~ Camille Rose Castillo 2009


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A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart...


Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,
my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

shards tearing out of my skin,
seeking release, from cages within,

I am lost, in the dream,
bellowing out a silent scream,

torn from reality, drowning in the now,
yet I refuse,
I refuse to succumb,

I refuse to bow.



My chipped heart, may be wounded,
wreathed in pain,

still,

I believe, love, truth, belonging,

will take my hand,

again...


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The Dying Limb

So tightly squeezed shut
Is the flow to healthy flesh,
That might by your release 
Ramble back and return again.

The tireless dancer sends an echo,
Desperate, pressing,
Pulsing into the vice
So far from home.


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A Prayer For Healing

Father,
Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be.
I am the product of myself and my negativity.
I trust You.
I love You.
I thank You.
In Your name,
We pray,
Amen.


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An answer

To You, I’d used to address my man covered with grime 
  
Poetry was space of style and dressing that I fill 
  
Panicked, incapable, feared loosing rhymes 
  
I thought once: my language of filling fell ill 
   
    
Even now as I’m struggling to unclothe You, I’m still wrong 
  
With more confusion, madness I dress you like a spruce 
  
Well, I have a first why (readers) added to your hurried Whys 
  
I’m confused and nothing can ease me like rhymes 
  
Why I keep writing, if I still can’t say who I’ am? ain’t that an abuse? 
  
Well, there is always place for questions and I have the all night long 
  
    
Questions are human’s one n only answer: don’t know. 
  
All answers are just veiled questions. Time’s up for covers to blow 
  
Time to be free of answers, no more questions to conceal 
  
Only questions can turn out truth: new answer? Misguided again, I feel 
  
      
Watch the oceans, winds and desert, in silence life goes on 
  
Watch whales, birds, and ants with no answers at all 
  
Speaking to life with life not with foolish words 
  
Life can’t be judged by the language of best and worst 
  
      
Yes, the oceans told me that life wasn’t written in a book 
  
Nor sang in a song or pictured in a film because life was alive 
  
Life wasn’t death to talk about with known pain to brook 
  
Life was alive speaking to us like sun : inviting roses to thrive 
    
  
Why? Why Should I wake few hours later, living meanings of life? 
  
Why shouldn’t I go: swim with whales, work with ants n fly with birds 
  
Why should I take a picture from an angle which never recreates life? 
  
Why, should I learn languages, while I could be part of the picture, speaking language of worlds? 
      
  
if I could speak life, I wouldn’t fear loosing rhymes! Or needed to address you my man 
  
Because I’ll be you and you’ll be me, I won’t need stupid words anymore 
  
No poetry, no descriptions, no judgment, no ‘wisdom’, no answers 
  
Only love of life, love that can never be expressed or released with pen 
  
  
All those questions I posed were only first mumbles, I guess 
  
Tomorrow, I’ll pose no more questions, I’ll simply say to life ‘yes’ 
  
Then I’ll speak life like birds n ants, celebrating life is the only thing to remember 
  
Only then, I can speak life, shouting not mumbling and knowing for sure that my saying(this last one) is answer!!!!


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Naturally, Fatefully

Let affinities naturally be, 
For loving others as they are is the key.

Let romances fatefully occur, 
For with meaning fondness is sure.


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Final Thoughts

Final thoughts.
Oh mighty sun you rise once more,
Bringing forth a brand new day.
A shimmering causeway of golden ray’s,
To another world now seems not far away.
	
My bones grow weary for on the beach I sit,
Before an out stretched sea.
Caporal thoughts of the conscious mind,
Start to fade now on the breeze.

Lift me like the seagull soars,
For now ecstasy consumes the soul.
Just the calling waves now answer,
For here will I make my home?

All earthly bonds and shackle,
The rat race now has been run.
Now in the bosom of sweet nature,
For with you Im now at one.

© N  Windle 2009


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love so behind

Where love so behind
Scare  its  own  arguments 
In wish tent of love  resurrects
Where love reborn in many kinds
In between beloved  in between  denials
All be the same love in tenderness
Love so behind  in each  lost
Love so behind  losing  dreams inside and abroad
Make a tent to be all world  in love
Magician in dreams in house  should fall in love


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Man of men

I saw a man whose eyes were of resentment.
Life was robbed from him,
He wanders of what has befallen man.
Life that gives birth to life, but life takes life; 
love that gives birth to sacrifice, out of love hatred is born.
A cycle of hatred, one takes life, to save life? 
Yet he wanders of why man not see that truth.
Out of hatred war is born. 
A neverending cycle of despair and sorrow.
Hope? He says, what is that?
Friendship hangs by a threat, envy, lust, suspicious and anger all that takes whole of him, knows not why their is no path to be taken that leads not to distruction. 
Oh! I have planted the seeds of war, 
ready to burst and explot in raging firestrom.
Let he that seeks truth, find it in despair;
For the path of truth is fill with agony.
Let he that seek justice, follow the path of mercy; for mercy and justice lives in the heart of God.
Let he that seek true love; find it in patience: for love is patience.
Let he that seek peace find it in grace, for peace is achieve in grace.
Let he that seek glory, find it in humility, for such praises comes for those who are humble.
I knew that man, whose eyes were of sorrow and has now found joy. 
Sorrow and joy are afriend, but only in thy dreams. Love and hate are like a two sides of a coin,
We can toss it up in the air and hope to get love. Is that not ignorant, when we can just choose it. 
Life is not based in luck but in choices.


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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The Ashen Hour

Cradle the ashen hour; 
cast aside the blatant lullabies, 
so often sought without cause, 
so often pardoned without grace.
Eternally demure, the passively barbed cuticles
of harpy lit notation sprawled, nay strewn, 
across the ochre ash haven of rambunctious repute; 
attentive to reason, receptive to none.
Propped upon the ever scorned prose
of the effervescent majority, the purveyor of all, 
all that is not, what I had come to expect.
Implore the faltering notion, freshly drenched in wax laden woe, 
callously sidling the respite, the reprise, the recital; 
fickle curiosities and emancipated bliss, 
fortunate asylum, ingrate phallic masochists;
idly ploughing afterthoughts; 
reconvict the perennial cyst.
The salvation of the ingénue…
the tedium of honesty.
Beseech our confessional intonation; 
hold the chrysanthemum aloft, 
for it is not a
flower, 
rather a life, rather a symbol, 
never a death, never
an end;
let determinism
prove nothing.
Scour the periphery of the
labyrinthine lantern,
solemnly lit, as it were,
guiding the hand of the ill-fated man,
whose heart least not his mind, shall return.
Unscathed through the fallacious repetition of logical reprieve, 
free to fail, within the confines of our concern; 
our concern for the particular.
Silence the cyclic grasp of heather feted vanity, 
marred by the perpetual ecstasy of descriptive derision, 
the personification of literate denial; 
all that is not, what I had come to expect…


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A UNIQUE INDIVIDUAL LIVES IN ME

I don't look like anybody else on the planet, you see...
I don't think and write as others do to hide pretense: 
my aspiration is not to be someone else, 
because a unique individual lives in me.


I had lots of friends in my teen years,
sadly, not a true one I could remember today
and that friend I found only in mother not others...
many regrets I have, but that bitterness has faded away.


I learned by watching, pondering, analyzing and comparing
vast differences in character, deed and action...
it was like seeing actors in a drama:  each one expressing
their feelings, expecting a positive reaction.


Sometimes I see myself as a modern philosopher with definite
thoughts on logic and theories...and most certainly
not a Plato, Aristotle or Socrates, and as amazing as they were,
they would criticize and scold me with their harsh words of antiquity.
  

I sympathize with anyone who has suffered a loss:     
it's the humanness that defines and completes me;
I am more patient than anybody who carries his cross, 
because a unique individual lives in me.


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His Perfect Love

Absolute bravery,
compassion, dedication,
everlasting forgiving grace.
Healer, indeed justifying Keeper,
lending mercy not oppression.
Providing quiet rest,
shepherding tenderly.
Understanding.
Victorious!
Wondrous, 
`xactly Yahweh.
Zealous!


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FAITH KEEPS US APART

It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart



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When Alone

When skies are bluer than ever before
and clouds disappear from sight
I am alive
When thunderstorms flash white
and the rains come
I am alone
When daffodils burst forth from the snow
and crocus peep through
I am alive
When winter cold and trees barren
and leaves lie on frozen floor
I am alone
I want to face life's storms
with friends who hold my hand
and family who clearly states,
"You are not alone"
Then, I will live.


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MY NEIGHBOR

Whether you're Christian, 
Or Muslim, or Jew,
You are my neighbor, 
And I truly love you.

Let us not quarrel
About doctrine and creed,
Come, take my hand,
We'll sow harmony seed.

Look not to culture,
Or color of skin.
We share our beginning--
We're all kith and kin.

All life is sacred;
I'm sure you agree--
Your life and well being
Are precious to me.

So, come stand beside me;
I swear this is true,
You are my neighbor,
And I truly love you.  


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An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.


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Everyday

God works in mysterious ways.
Take the world day by day,
Live free to the change, 
Never be afraid to pray,
And smile everyday!


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GOD

            GOD

Your power lives inside of me
Because the love you give I see
It is the motion in your ocean
It is the quenching of your potion

Only you could set me free
Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra
Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God
Only you could set me free

You are the reason for my living
Everyday thank you for giving 
You cried for me, you died for me
You saved my soul, thank you oh Holy One……………………………………….

Your power lives inside of me
Because the love you give I see
It is the motion in your ocean
It is the quenching of your potion

Only you could set me free
Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra
Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God
Only you could set me free

Sometimes I lose my way
And take the road astray
I’m just a human and a sinner
Nothing perfect, not a winner 

But I’m working to get better
I sing praise to you in this letter
You gave me life, you saved my soul
You gave me strength to make it thru this all 

Your power lives inside of me
Because the love you give I see
It is the motion in your ocean
It is the quenching of your potion

Only you could set me free
Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra
Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God
Only you could set me free

You are the reason for my living
Everyday thank you for giving 
You cried for me, you died for me
You saved my soul, thank you oh Holy One……………………………………….


Written by Leah J. Chesser
11/28/2012




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Anonymous will

I, ailing and tormented human being,
I leave these words to be my final will:
to World I leave existence without seeing 
the face of luck, or getting any feel.

To Life I leave the people full of sorrow,
deprived of any joy, as I was too.
To Fate I leave my thoughts about tomorrow
and all the dreams I wanted to be true.

To Death I leave my gratitude forever,
for saving me from what I had to stand.
To Time I leave my thanks, for being clever
at hurrying my life until the end.

If someone in this world has loved me ever,
to Her I leave my heart, and my love whole,
and all the pain for never having met her, 
and in Thy hands, my Lord, I leave my soul...


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DO NOT THROW DUST ON THE GRAVES

Your gifts, I do not want to keep.
Shapeless doves on the grass,
were ready to take a nascent flight.
My small hands prepare a daisy meal.

Dahlias will bloom when the sun climbs.
I pass the door, that moves like a
stranger, between the people,
looking out for black roses.

One by one the tribes are changing
the colors of flags.
Conversion into sleepless towers
watching the whistles blowing.

Do not throw dust on the graves
in the valley of golden stairs.
The voices are growing louder
after trampeling on the bones.


 
SATISH VERMA


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The Indian Night

The crows sing
Until you cover your eyes
Crossed up in the night when the dead are living 
And I’m still sipping 
She walks away never forgetting
Moved to the land of the strangers 
Finding joy in the simplest of lies 
The piece of you I had admired dies 


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MISS OCTOBER

Miss October is our resident witch,
But she has a good name,
Unlike many others,
Of midevil fame.

A saucy little flirt is she,
Dancing all about,
At play in Autumn breezes,
Her skirts flying about.

Her eyes are black as onyx,
Her teeth are pearly white,
Her hair changes it's color,
Shining in the light.

Sometimes it's black as it can be,
Or red or gold or white,
No matter what it's color,
She's an enchanting sight.

She always has a pot on,
I thought it some strange brew,
She let me have a taste of it,
It was a tastey stew.

She never casts an evil spell,
Her magic's just for good.
She casts them all in secret,
As all good witches should.

My dog was hurt real bad once,
He had been in a fight.
She bound his wounds to help him,
And stayed with him all night.

I was really sick once,
I think I had the flu.
She tended and she nursed me,
Gave me some awful brew.

Another time I fell real hard,
When I was out at play,
She picked me up, looked in my eyes,
And took the pain away.

This witch casts her loving spell,
It seems on everyone.
We love her and we bless her,
You guessed it, she's my mom.

                                     Judy Ball



Mother's are like that, yeah, they are.
Endowed with the magic of love.


Details | Light Poetry | |

That Day in May

Just what is it you're looking for                                                                         
in the  month of May 
when blue and green merge as lovers                                                          
it's as good a start as any                                                                            
much like the day you said I do                                                                          
if you don't know                                                                                        
keep  wishing you had a mother                                                                         
to teach you proper things                                                                              
just what is it you're looking for                                                               
certainly can't be that difficult                                                                           
to take a moment and cogitate                                                                       
who do you think would miss the morning scene                                      
afternoon's still breath and kiss you as if you're real                                           
the tears, oh the tears flow 
'cause you don't know, but look around 
it's always been so                                                                                            
for those who live with wonder                                                                      
maybe Darwin knows                                                                                     
why you turned out just so                                                                             
who can be bothered with such small talk .                                                
shoulder the burden until you know                                                                 
who asked you to solve the problem                                                                
that plagued us all since the rib was taken                                                         
but apparently no wiser  since blue married green                                              
that special day in May


Details | Couplet | |

Sacred Insanity

My flame is not of a candle but of a wildfire
Burning, blazing, brilliant, dazzling desire
Feed the fire, never tire, sparks fly higher 
Search in vain for sustenance high and low
Exploding supernova, darkness is set aglow
No need for sanity in this voluptuous vanity
Reason I forgo, nothing I need to know, flow
Flow to and fro, my mask to your feet I throw


Details | Free verse | |

In Recognition of Folly

Dreamt shallow tenderness doth ruin willingly given solitude driven to craving of witness nude touch, goosebumps linger long after depart whilst shut down pump; falls spring forth pleasurably as moist proposition to enter slender shivers marrow frozen, diluted passions pursue hollow tunnel vision blinded by dual flashed beams seemingly strewn across screen yet set in place to mingle, tongue idle presently. Probable speak various stages of too much, known mattress rest in lonely backyard beneath half-hidden stars, sometimes wish all lights would go out, yet such to be heard rare this may end with: fortify speculation based not on abstract assumptions or drunken emoticons, rather shatter truth in recognition of folly.


Details | Lyric | |

Silent Symphony

Silence came to pick at me
Mirrored my hypocrisy
Selfless greed I pleaded then
The fearful need to then repent

All I am and could have been
What I was and should have seen
In an instant through my mind
On my knees the glass will shine

Reflections singing of a soul
Through the darkness light is shown
A symphony of quiet sounds
Through the silence I am found

What is gone has stilled my dreams
What’s to come will stifle me
A deeper hope that I can be
Everything I need to see

A moment in the mirror’s past
A thousand years to see at last
The only truth beyond this walk
The loving place we always sought


Details | ABC | |

the wall is high

i jump to meet my mark,
it is met with arms out wide,
nothing, yet i expect a spark
so in little black book i confide.

what i ask of the masses, alot
admittedly ashamed i am not
to think, rejoice, connect the dots
to remember what we once forgot.

all i ask i that we don't assume,
they rely on ignorance to consume,
open your eyes and take full bloom,
never take an uninformed flume,

i see too much trouble ahead to ignore,
when i opened my eyes we had ten years,
i am still coming round and now we have four,
i see too much blood that will mix with my tears.

everything will mingle and change
it will all make sense once done
its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range
and to elaborate on the story no fun.

for certain synchronocities will take form
the knowledge unwraping in the implicate
it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm
some could term it karma, i make my own fate.


Details | Free verse | |

More of the Same

And that's what I'm here today
To talk to all of you about
I'm relieved to be able to say
Love has been cultured out
And dreams -- by definition unrealistic -- 
We like to catch these things before they begin
While there are still some hopelessly idealistic
We're fond of pointing out they never win
Though they cost society a lot
With their various derangements
With their belief in what is not
Trying to force arrangements
To accommodate this rot
On society as a whole
Luckily they are so few
It's a completely futile goal
There's nothing they can do
Against the majority
And it certainly seems 
They don't realize our priority
Is not love or ideals or dreams
But to get what we want
While playing the game
And that the prize in this hunt
Is more of the same
It has nothing to do with heart
Eliminate feeling and avoid pain
Eliminate all that from the start
That's what's sane
No one can touch us then
And catching these things before they begin
Gives us an edge on what we want   when
What we want -- WHAT WE WANT -- is to WIN !


Details | Free verse | |

A look at me...Self Evaluation

I looked into the mirror
HORROR- GROTESQUE!
And saw me looking back
GASP!
And quickly looked away.
Words alone, of all languages
in their many denominations
NONE of them describe
the sight of IT...me.

This would explain people’s reactions to me
Especially of late
The Nile with its mixture of dirt, water, corpses, blood from plague
Can not stand as representation
of the mixed turmoil of emotions that I have felt
The Hatred, Love, Pity, Self Hatred, Infatuation,
Depression, Resentment in all its forms
The shades, hues- colors of blood
that cover my face, hands, limbs and heart.
That I the epitome of pity, hate
and exceeding rejection should stand
to feel, to touch, to express-I am NOT worthy!
but it remains repressed
From blatant lies, deceit,
Misconception, misrepresentation
The need for self annihilation becomes more evident- resplendent
Oh, If only I could find a
Peace, a river, silence, serene
An escape from bitter, cold, rotting existence,
If only...If only...I had you...


Details | Rhyme | |

In-stilled - triplet

To ease the damage from love’s withdraw
Here’s a remedy I learned from Pa:
Use alcohol as your wrecking ball


10/9/11


Details | Rhyme | |

Cycles and patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats
Broken in two, melting away candle
Wax into the blue
My teeth chatter because of the cold
The ancient age of old
Has made me stand upon two feet
In one accord, singing to this beat,
One last breath shall be the very first
Kiss that put in his this hearse,
When she felt sweet sorrows stale
And made the prison of my heart bail.
I thought about these gifts and promises
That she made on a piece of paper with no list
And it died earlier on this way and that
The skinny takes away the bone and its fat
It was a deception of faces in the rain
A smile through deep pain
Inside was intercession
To beat this tiger’s aggression
It made me learn something new everyday
To learn this lesson,
That fact that she wouldn’t stay,
I thought about what came next,
Then what happened was what 
Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed
Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood.
It started raining from above the ceiling
Cracks of my heart peeling,
Putting away furniture and dress’s
Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s
Voices disguised my male and female 
Dish’s, draining away life
That would make harmony come into one flesh.




Details | Free verse | |

Precious Principalites

Rejoice
Rejoice
REJOICE

Furiously French Kissing
therapeutic telescopes
with overly open eyes

Dance
Dance 
DANCE

Helplessly hip thrusting
Music Made by Mothering instincts
And eccentric emotions

Restrain
Restain 
RESTRAIN

How sweet to see the sun
In glory freshly learned
But precious potential pleasure
Leaves every eye burned


Details | Sonnet | |

Gone Are The Youthful Days

Gone Are The Youthful Days

Gone are the youthful days of being a cat about town
beautiful young wife and family settled this man down
Yes,  memories of wild times , hell raising most nights
the many new loves, sweet makeup loving after fights

Gone are the glory days of wild songs and Rock n' Roll
living too hard, too fast was great fun that took a toll
Chasing the pretty gals and not knowing we had been caught
they set such pretty traps, "we won them" or so we thought

Gone are the many sweet things we foolhardy took for granted
we fought life, the dangerous world , with feet unsoundly planted
Each victory was a celebration of dodging shameful defeat
so many of us would rather fight, gamble and love, than eat

Now that the future has turned such to memories of the past
we must face the cold brutal truth, it all went too damn fast

  06-29-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Passionate Friends

Friendship is the deepest emotional gift that can be known.
You may have many friends in life, but there will be one.
This is the inner boundary of your soul, once they begun.
Sharing in your life, sharing so many things together alone,
There may be hazards of being so close; passions are shown.
In addition, there are joys and many benefits, loving to share fun.
By grace of true integrity, either shall never fall under the gun.

True friendships may falter with periods of loss from both lives.
However, they will and can be rekindled, for they are rich indeed.
Friends are like lovers the difficulties are sharp as knives.
That is truly, what makes a strong friendship building from a seed.
Friends indeed, never bleed; the endearment completely survives
Forever and beyond the attachments grow, true friends never concede.


Details | Free verse | |

My worst enemy

I am my own worst enemy.
My mind is a implement of self-destruction.
Capable of its own corruption.
Breaking out the tools of dismay.
Tearing me down in every way.
It's not here to have fun and play.
It makes me my own worst enemy.


Details | I do not know? | |

let me go

Let me go

let me go 
let me fall 
don't say you care at all
dont you realize what you do to me 
when I look in your eyes
can you see what I see?
Let me go
let me fall
don't say you care at all
you stop and stare
like I'm the crazy wonderland hare
let me go
let me fall 
don't say you care at all
you want me back
buts its all an act
because of you I’m under attack
I’m letting go 
so I don't fall
because now I see you don't care at all


Details | I do not know? | |

Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


Details | I do not know? | |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major


Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,

swirling,

to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 
kisses,

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 
passion,

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 
hues,

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 
rhyme,

pleading,
forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Art of Darkness

When you offer up your heart and soul
and pour yourself into a relationship
only to have it spat back into your face
and your heart ripped out and trampled under foot
right before your own eyes

and when you attempt any kind of damage limitation
to be laughed at almost hysterically
leaving you to hide in a dark corner
with the tears streaming down your face
feeling every raw nerve being scraped again and again

and yet you go on hoping for better
optimistically hoping for sunrise
when in reality there is only the night and darkness
the darkness of her nasty mouth and wicked laugh

in it all there is one glimmer of light,
the children you made are beautiful and bright
and young as they are they can see the truth

as you retreat further you feel it stir
deep inside it fights back
your spirit, that wonderful human thing
it’ still there unbroken, just a little bent

so you escape into your art
and pour into it your heart
but art has a dark side too
and it can bite you opening up the wounds
making you raw once again

facing the darkness from within your light
and so yet again you retreat into the night

...............deeper and DEEPER into Darkness


Details | Free verse | |

The Prologue Poem

O love! Tell them, the good men,
In your own old melodious tone:
Let’s again—Return to Nature.
Whatever little or large is left,
Let’s re-adorn her.
And if they won’t!
Let’s—You and I.
Hand-in-hand walk away of the city:
Biharis stay by the smelling slums;
Laid-off-addicts stand in long queues; or the clerics kiss the petty politicians on brows.
Where monsters: War-weopens, Jingoism, Globalization, Modernity, and Machines,
 Have spread havoc!
And find our abode, there,
Near the breezy woods, in the calm country;
Where well! I can meditate,
And you’ll have all that childish fun…
Running after the flies, or fighting with the bucks,
Dancing in sultry summer’s bursting rain,
Or mimicking a singing bird.

(the poems is the introductory poem of my poetry collection "TELL THE OLD LADY WAIT AND OTHER POEMS")


Details | I do not know? | |

THE PARALLELS

A warm embrace,
A tender caress,
someone by your side,
to love and behold. 
A beauty so natural,
In the framework of dreams.

A harsh reality,
A cold awakening,
no one by your side.
There's no love nor warmth,
in the stark reality,
of a life so real.

An ocean so deep,
of love evergreen,
neither rusting nor fading,
with each other to comfort.
Forever you are inlove, 
in the oceans of dreams.

A cold betrayal,
An ugly breakup,
A shuttered heart.
No one to hold,
In the harsh reality,
of a life so real.

Now you  know,
the two parallels
of dreams and reality,
we walk in between,
sometimes in dreams
others in reality.


Details | Blank verse | |

Love One Another

Saddest of love’s stories, one leaving another.
Whether with a reason, or with no choice in the matter.

Worthiest of love’s patience, one holding onto the other. 
Whether close together, or far away from thy lover.

Happiest of love’s moments, one caring for him or her.
Whether through consolation, or in having fun together.

Truest of love’s lesson, one learning with another.
Whether through hurting, or being in love, forever.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Boy Is She Smart {Ekphrasis}

young
lasse
educates
mind body soul
through
mass
reading
from her small
bible study
book 



Details | Romanticism | |

a day to be mindful of

have you ever had that perfect day?
the day when no matter what the world can seem to do no wrong?
when everything seems right?
savour it i tell you!
cherish every last moment of it for tommorow may not be the same,
for you see though you may have one good day,
 many bad days filled with dark emotions shall follow,
however you see,
even though your in a bad spot,
youve had good times,
many of them too,
and nothing on earth,
not evan death can remove them from you,
for moments may last a second,
but memorys last forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Legal Tender of Getting Old

Legal Tender of Getting Old 

If tears were coins I'd be a rich man… 
If sadness was time I'd live forever… 
If I only knew what to do to make it better… 
I would do it in a heartbeat. 


But, no answers are easy when feelings crash around you… 
And the Sun does not shine in the heavens above… 
if only I could see…if only I could find a way…if only I knew… 
How do you say goodbye when there is no love? 


To only be me myself alone … again… 
decisions are frightening and shaky to behold… 
But change is needed for me to stay sane… 
all the while we continue to grow old. 



RLM 
'05


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear God... Clarification 1

Love is...
A Heal.thy gift… and it’s good for you too ;)


Details | Blank verse | |

Wraith Wrath Behalf

Spindless misgivings...
Let ploughed, nether hath,
Moored wreath mar harbour…
Child wraith wrath behalf,
Behest o’er sidle,
Idly enthused…
Girdled beech
Pulpous- phosphorous
Hues…


Details | Sonnet | |

Brass That Masquerades

Brass that masquerades as gold,
Fit for any photo-fit, a counterfeit concealed.
I know, I know you,
Hiding naive amber under the Sun,
When you need not be devalued.

Glass that tries a diamond life
Won't shine the same despite its cut.
Not fit for their crowns-
The product of sand and not finer science-
But you don't need to be.

Gold is silent; brass can sing,
Your panes aren't made from diamond rings.
To change the way you were when born
Defames the way I love your form.


Details | Free verse | |

LET THERE BE LOVE

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN THE RICH AND THE POOR
LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN THE PEOPLE AND THE NATION.

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN MAN AND WOMAN
LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN KING AND QUEEN.

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN LAND AND SEA
AND THIS LOVE BE EXTENDED TO THE SKY.

LET THEIR BE LOVE BETWEEN A BOY AND A GIRL
LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN THE YOUNG AND THE OLD.

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN BLACK AND WHITE
LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN NORTH AND SOUTH.

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN BACHELOR AND SPINSTER
LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN BRIDE AND GROOM.

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN THE RAIN AND THE OCEAN
LET THERE BE LOVE AMONG THE CLOUD, THUNDER AND RAINBOW.

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN CHRISTIANS AND MUSLIMS
LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN JEWS AND HINDUS.

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN CATS AND MICE
LET THE BE LOVE BETWEEN TREES AND FOREST.

LET THERE BE NO LIMIT TO THESE BOND.

LET THERE BE LOVE BETWEEN AFRICA AND ASIA
AND LET IT EXTENDS TO THE OTHER CONTINENTS.

LET THERE BE LOVE RULING THE WORLD
AND NO HATRED TO TURN TO WAR.

LET THERE BE LIGHT SHARES BY BOUNDARIES.
NO MATTER THE LINEAGE
LET SHUN DEFEATS
ON THE PARTS OF CLEAVAGES.

LET THERE BE TRUE LOVE
SHINING LIKE GOLD
REIGNS IN OUR MIDST. 

LET THERE BE LOVE IN THESE KINGDOM
AND LET ONE LOVE KEEPS US TOGETHER.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' In The Midst Of A Desert ... ' ( Part 2 (of) 2 )

‘ In The Midst Of A Desert …’ ( Part 2 of 2 )


In The Middle of A Desert
From Miles Nowhere
… A Crystal Cup
Just Waiting There

Sparkle and Glints
‘Neath Sun So Large
Must Be A Miracle
or A Mirage

Inside The Cup
Is A Real Oasis
( in A Wasteland )
of All Places !

Finally, Shade !
‘Neath Green, Palm Fronds
Sweet-Water, as Well
In A Clean, Blue Pond

I Took The Cup
‘Cause I Took Note                   Luke 17: 27
And Got A Drink
For My Parched Throat

In The Midst of A Desert
Love-Cup in Hand
I’m Walking Away
… from All Quicksand !

… In The Midst of A Desert
There’s Another Cup
Someone … Somehow …
Please ! … Pick It Up !


Details | Ballad | |

Lycanthrope-Lover

Silent pulses of Krileanine’s Pentagram Lure the young men of the hamlet Lönam Oh how she sains them with The Heptagram Curiosity killed the cat And made the Nightbeast Darkly, she commenced the ancient rite Performing in her Sluttish ways She’s preparing for the Full-moon Night Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Her host’s fangs Will pierce every innocent "Submit to my will You carrion ghoul Welcome to my Esoteric Hell" Scream! Lycanthrope Lover Whore of everything unholy You must Fear the Coming Of Muspelheim, Cassandra


Details | Free verse | |

When I love myself

I must confess


I love to watch myself dance in the mirror
The curves melt into the shadows
In the mood Talib Kweli’s Eardrum piercing
Glen Miller big band trumpets, 
Bangles jingling against my satin smooth velvet
Golden skin That I love
Sultry saxophone stipulations
Coltrane caprices and 
Sinatra seduction
Billy Holiday, hip-hop Beyonce
Beating against the beautiful bittersweet cold of pulse
Outside my window

I love how my walk steams success in every step
Sundays seem so upset, when I stir up the afternoon
My ambition resonates
With a swim deep into his eyes 
and I build up buttercups 
Temptations, A touch of spice, and a hint of desire at the wrist

I love it 
When I catch my laughter bubbling in my throat
And throw it to the wind to let any lucky fellow
Hear it and engrave itself into his heart
Stardust in my eyes and 
My very own blockbuster smile on my lips

I love how the sunshine seems to follow me
Enveloping the sing sweet sorrow story of my life
Sealing it away but letting the confectionary agony remind me
Of my most darkest days
Rainy days fade away when 

I love . Myself .


Details | Rhyme | |

The Dark

I walked on the sun and did not see the light
I walked through the graveyard with nary a fright
In childlike wonder I took no delight

I walked through the valley of death and I lived
Shared a moment of passion I know not who with
And slowly found out I have nothing to give

I walked down a path by the light of the moon
I learned how to dance and I learned how to swoon
And I sharpened my tongue with intention to wound

I walked by a shadow alone in the dark
Discoursed with him silently just for a lark
We walked until morning and found the world stark

I buried the shade of me under a tree
And went 'bout my business with purposeful glee
Taking solace in knowing I never would be.


Details | Romanticism | |

The park of broken dreams

The night was long , so cold and dark.
Snow was falling in the park.
Like a black-white movie scene ,
The one you have already seen.
Under dim street lamp`s light
She was walking through that night.
Past the gates and past the trees ,
Full of cherished memories ,
Fragile hopes , that`d gone away ,
Vanished , turned to yesterday.
She looked back and asked them why
Did her dreams went pass her by ,
And the world said silently
It just wasn`t meant to be.              


Details | Free verse | |

Emerald

Sending you
my dream	
red bird flying
in an
emerald sky
landing
on my heart


Details | Free verse | |

Gentle as the moon

Who is this?
That calls me from my latent apathy.
Why is this good?
rescuing heart from lovers atrophy.

My desperate mewling 
reached further than a shout.
Stumbling toe scraping limp
took me further, packed more clout.

I was lied to.
Thinking that you're bottomless ration,
could be earned,
could be bought with acts of compassion.

I was indulging in hurt,
abiding in poetic romantic pain.
I was thrashing around
bellowing at nothing,
needing to blame.


Why is this love for me?
when I was wasting all my energy
on a treadmill run.
Who is this?
That holds me light;
gentle as the moon,
source of the sun.


Details | Narrative | |

The Widows Hour

I.
A black widow hides
the hour’s count, in a painted
red glass, on the underside 
of her belly.

II.
Unlike a snow white kitten,
the hard shiny black widow
receives not one loving caress.

III.
In the pale moonlight the black widow spins a silver web.
It created a growing and binding spell-like enchantment.

IV.
A man and a woman
are dancing through time.
A man and a woman and a black widow
are dancing through time.

V.
I do not know which I prefer,
Us making love by a sizzling fire
Or us making love on the cold wet sand,
the black widow scurrying across the beach
Or the moment we met.

VI.
A web repaired a broken window
with finely spun silk.
The shadow of the black widow
remains hidden from view.
The silence
hanging in the web
spoke a thousand words.

VII.
Descendants of Adam,
Why do you fear this little spider so?
Do you not see how the black widow
splashes and plays in her bath
as naturally as the child within you?

VIII.
I know that I know nothing
and I remember everything all at once;
I know, as well,
that the black widow does not worry
about what I know.

IX.
Dark spaces harbor the black widow.
Shake out your shoes,
shirts, and jackets after they’ve been on the floor.

X.
The black widow’s shadow
encloses the stars like an eclipse,
even I cannot overlook a
cosmic event as rare as this.

XI.
She walked across the Nile
in crystal slippers.
Escaping, she never looked back
over her ivory shoulder,
the black widow’s shrill song flies
through the wind and echoes on the water.

XII.
Grains of sand are filling the glass slowly.
The black widow must be endlessly dreaming.

XIII.
The sun beat down while it rained.
I was not moving
and I was not going to move.
In the peak of the thirteenth hour
the black widow traced circles,
after kissing me lightly on the 
back of my hand.


Details | Couplet | |

Poetic Terse

One love is so dear and precious for anyone.
To live without love is definitely a devilish pun.


Details | Free verse | |

The Journey

From time immemorial your story began
A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more
Your story past written a character just one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Each story unique while pieces the same
Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone
Your story continues passed first to no last
The tale of you bleeds into all

Through love and hate, laughter and death
Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days
The story being written you wrote each day
The tale of you bleeds into all

Memories endure through dream and remembrance
Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on
Your story yet written a character more than one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Your stories the fires shall never consume
A past, a future, a present goes on
The story you wrote lives forever in your love
The tale of you bleeds into all


Details | Free verse | |

Cosi Profona Mente Mio (so deeply mine)

Our souls meet, craving answers that the night
sometimes withholds as

vulnerability speaks hurriedly, in foreign tongues
that assume you are the centre of my thoughts.

If I tell you the truth, will you still love me?

Honor me?
    Trust me?
         Treasure me?
               Be true to me?

Will I be your perfect fantasy, imperfectly...
for only then, will you become the

                                                Cenro dei pensieri miei.



Note:  centre of my thoughts.


Details | Couplet | |

I do not know what tomorrow will bring

I do not know what tomorrow will bring
But today, oh today, just let us sing

Songs of life and all its creative potential
We are spirits born of something truly transcendental 

In the world, not as one, together we all live
We feel the pain, we feel the joy; we take and we give

Some are bad, some are worse, but we share the same soul
To see past form, the transparency of life, some strive for this goal

We are alive, not then and there, but here and now
But perception blinds us; only seeing what it will allow

We have so much more locked deep inside
We mustn’t be afraid, we have nothing to hide

For all hopes and sins are shared; part of the human condition
If we do not strive to grow, we will fight a war of endless attrition

Arrested development; so much potential gone unnoticed
We live in our habits and regret moments missed

If we go inside and nurture that strength
We can be calm in the storm, no matter the length

Discover what brings this out of you
Because it’s through action that makes this true
 




Details | I do not know? | |

The Power of Pure Love

one's path is not made to be a lonely rat,

loneliness breaks the link of the chain of pure love,

pure love is all what we need,

united into one family tree.,

 

One without the other,

is just a rubber,

a rubber with no meaning,

just waiting to be misused.,

 

O how can we not see that Love could change all what we see?

without love its all just a red nightmarish dream,

a dream so red that one sees himself / herself getting wrecked,

wrecked indeed one shall be,

lonely in a desert on a bed surrounded with killer bees!.,

 

Tho finding love within,

enhances ones will,

a will of pure love,

having passion for what he or she loves,

extracting from ones inner personalty,

altering ones rationality,

cleaning the mind from all that disorientation.,

 

One would find his / her salvation,

a salvation so sweet that would inspire his / her mind & spirit to clean all the streets,

thus all the dirtiness shall become the cleanness,

the useless shall become the useful.

 

The one who felt lonely and unloved shall become the loved,

bonding all together,

creating one nationality,

connecting the chain of pure love with the circle of life.,

Life without love is a darkened life,

life with love is a colorful life,

thus both substances are needed to use our formulation of divinity,

one sequence indeed we shall be.


Details | Free verse | |

Homely Shores

The waves carry it on
And as it swims with the current,
It drifts to unknown seas
Where danger surfaces with the surf.
But when it swims against the current,
It’s thrashed and smashed
And broken.
But it finds the way home.
It’s you.
Though castles on homely shores
Have been washed away.
 
Yet castles can be built again
And wooden logs can decay
Trees can shed their leaves and burn
While stones change shapes.
Home will be calm still
And soak you with peace that the waves washed away.  
Home will calm you
I promise.


Details | Free verse | |

Why Do You Weep

Why do you weep oh gentle One?
Why do you cry out when alone?
Even more, why are you silent when you go out?
Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away?

Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say?
Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care?
Do you truly feel alone this and every day?
Do you fear what more, next will come your way?

Know I am here… Though we will never meet.
Know my troubles are also great.
Know I too, cry only when alone.
Know I am just like you, my friend.

I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain.
I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away.
I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop.
But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God.

Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost.
Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn.
But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail…
And me of course, for you were never alone.

After you have sat there and silently wept…
Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world….
There are always others like you and me.  
Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone…

Take heart when you are done weeping and know: 
You are not alone: for I am also here with you.
We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time.
My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound.
Remember life is an epic to be over come and  still:
I am here for you.


Details | Personification | |

Daily illuzions

I wanna state a cardiac arrest for ya chest
Detest your own humidity within humanity, cats rest in vanity
Controlling underground charisma the mic got me checking
Wrecking one image of fame at a time
Cursed vines connecting family to 10 o clock news
Dues payed, lives strayed in the fray battling demonic entities
Loving life as it was given to me never forgetting how bad days are now
Whatever happened to old love music and jazzy tunes programed to everyone's ear
Fears hold hearts by the numbers count beyond two plus two into thunder
Anesthetic agility slaying demographic amendment abilities
Beckoning nucleic AC's, base combination weeds
Growing fast forget what you knew last 
Before trash wonders pounce into eyes of ghetto stricken children
Stereotyped to end up living in hatreds domain, so much pain
Vividly orchestrated symbolically government debated
No-one has awakened accept a lesser few
Scripted by transcendentalist dues, golden hues and cyripted clues
BOOM!, did you feel my vibe
Arise and cry your hearts content, repent what grounds gravitational
Ration cuz they called me action with a little bit of attraction
For tainted pictures posted on shopping center windows
JC penny pillows, couches and Nintendos
Forget all the unnecessary smiles and hug with love's style
Is it wrong to file times when wrong was right
Darkness was light, she became vigilante bright
Yo...this poetry thing is so tight
I just wish i found it earlier in mainstream ignorance
To electrify my repentance mechanism
Schisms tattooed onto tribal ancestor blades
vector shijin played
Yuki im comin girl 
Your my world and much more, although I love Viviana 
until my heart dies of pore romanticism interpretations 
Pounding silhouettes emancipation anticipate that
See i'm just one of a few that appreciate metaphores
and naturalistic lore, women with imaginative cores
Naw it aint hard, see im just cruzin
but i guess its hard to contemplate daily iluzions. 





        
 


Details | Free verse | |

Tidal Waves and Volcanoes

Like the flowing rage of magma
it drapes across the land
sweet and sickly smell of sulfur
Making love to noses up high
down low alike
Lake of fire bubbling about and kissing the kingdom
of the frightened, their fiery smiles blossom
A flower 
Singular in its purpose
It buds and pollinates
the rest
Like the flowing rage of water
it sweeps across the land
crisp and clean smell of fresh and new
Tidal waves making love to the land
the noses are full
they come clean in the wash


Details | Ottava rima | |

Indestructible Ye

Comprehending this about one’s energy
Then upon the pit there will be no casting
The Holy Spirit is what provides synergy
You and it both be combined everlasting
Mortal human life may be in jeopardy
The soul and spirit be Ye separate grafting
Yet most eyes fail to see this invisible force
It’s the power of the Creator almighty I endorse  


Details | Free verse | |

STRIP TEASE


Unclasped my pearl necklace
and loosened my long, straight hair,
opened the buttons of my dress and let it fall,
took off my lingerie,
tearing the delicate silk,
and left me naked.
After that, with his finger-scalpel,
he sliced into my skin,
as though I were meat.
He put his surgeon hands
into my entrails and
ripped out my guts,
my ordinary cells
and all the primary ones.
All of the healthy blood,
all of the useless blood,
spurted from me.
He tore into what was healthy,
and into what was infected,
every pustule.
With eyes like rays
of laser light,
he pulled away my organs
and boned me.
I lay down 
next to my clothes
and to what was taken
with the wisdom
of a firm and sharp lancet.
From my lurid nudity
I begged him to possess me,
moaning into spasms,
and when he broke through my soul,
what a fantastic orgasm!

Patricia Evans


Details | Lyric | |

Wrongful Vibe

Never thinking about my actions 
Not caring about what others think
shrug my shoulders being my first reaction
others say my attitude stinks
of course i dont care
I owe no one nothing
I have not a smile to share
but I can tell you something
a small secret 
you must promise not to tell
in your mind you should always keep it
Somewhere in life i stumbled and fell
then my vibe came off all wrong
cause i really do care 
even though i always feel like i never belong
in my heart there is a little tear
 just needs a little tape
someone to show me love
not a soul around me that is fake
the best person being the man above.....
 


Details | Blank verse | |

Being

Silence sits
in purity of
      no thought.
Disturbing not the peace,
      the stillness
of truth.

If only you could hear.
x


Details | Verse | |

True Love in seven words


Vehement craving which certainly entices every minute.




written for
Sponsor Russell Sivey 
Contest Name True Love Words  


Details | Free verse | |

Station Bench

Everyone is a child's child.

Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.

Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.


Details | Rhyme | |

Doesnt make sense

I think ill make something new!
Something somewhat different with the words i spew!
Something about lost love to be found.
That will end up driven right into the ground. 
Or in a box called lost but not found.
Or make something about death so hollow and sad.
So sad it will move the hardest prison grad.
Graduet.
Get it?
But anyways maybe not.
Maybe ill write a story of a baller getting shot.
But yeah ill probly not.
Whats on your mind though?
Have you got the time to find the time then let it go.
Just grab a notebook and let it flow.
Its like riding on a breeze nice and slow.
Like flying a kind real low. 
Its easy unless its not simple.
Like when you use big words to sound obedient.
Which only rymes with words like expedient.
I dont even know what that means, i just threw it into the ingredients.
Sounds like a word thats rather deviant.
I like to build my poems like a subservient structure. 
Im loosing it so bad my brains about to rupture. 
This write sucks it doesnt make any sense.
Hence.
The reason im on the damn fence.
Becuase nothing i seem to do.
Seems to make sense.


Details | Free verse | |

Love is Love

I shall keep this nice and sweet
and not waste your time with my words.
Love is Love,
and Love cannot be love without love.
I love you, so why not love me?
I ask you one simple question,
Do you love me, like I love the songs of poetry
that roll off your bittersweet tongue?
Sorry to be a bother with this,
but Love is love
without love, you cannot be in love.
I love you, do you love me?

Think about what I said, and have a good day.


Details | Couplet | |

The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






Details | Rhyme | |

A letter for you(4)

Like Sean we have to sing the psalm of satisfaction found:
A simple sigh that covered the world, an inner sound round.
White embers glow as passion seizes, so Crystal verse is born 
In Silken Midnight Lullaby from where my dream seems thorn.
When Farah’s eyes are sealing in the sky as Shepard of dreams
In Twilight, where  Rickie is playing with liquid little stones,
Throwing them in the old Volcano: Dreams, no one postpones:
As tired birds, the readers rest and choose a blessed nest;
The real place is your poems, because you are the best.
My friends, I want to add that your incredible Last Wish
Were to have many other desires, even a little selfish:
You know, I love myself simply because I am your neighbor.
My little boring brave boat rows to the same white harbor.                                           
Unforgettable sweet horizon like the sleeping muse's hips...
And the trembling-no-time-dew from the Fancy’s Fairy’s lips.

When the future will call the famous Latin name,
From my monastery, to start as pelerine, the same 
Sad exile and long way to rich myself  , I should like, it’s true:
Someone to ask: “The Poet of love? But, which of the two?”

( to all these masters I dedicate "A letter for you "...actually 1-4 are fragments of one longer 
letter: Robyn Blauw, Alyssa Finley , Marina Apena , Ryan Paul Caidic , Deborah Simpson, 
Phillis Babcock, Michael Grugan , Lakisha Williams, John Heck ,Milton 
Toran,Karen O`Leary,Sharon Weimer,Syed Amaan Ahmed,Carol Brown,Rebecca 
Brown, Jan Thie, Mark Ploskunak ,Rania Aissaoui, Mark Cotterman , Glen Enloe, 
Tracy Decker, Elaine Ho, Sue Mason , Sean Cosslett , Rickie Elpusan,Crystal 
Bourret , Farah Chamma ,Elaine George, Mika Herold , Karen O'Leary ,Clarence 
Mcmullin .Lauren Gift,H.Garvey Daniel Esquire,Caryl Ramsdale,Ernesto 
Santiago,Vince Suzadail,John Loving,Rhoda Galgiani and the other wonderful 
poets …)


Details | Couplet | |

No, No, No

Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.

The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.



Details | Free verse | |

So Close, Yet So Far

It's like I'm there,
Standing behind a glass wall.
I've had a taste,
Just not the full platter.
I'm ready for the cake,
But all I have is batter.


Details | I do not know? | |

For Mother Teresa

For Mother Teresa

to see...

the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life

to see...

the simple truths of living
between the horror and the endless strike

to see...

the innocent smiles of the children at play
while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay

to see...

the endless yearning for that simpler better place
away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space

to see...

the open vistas of this pale blue dot
the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got

to see...

the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside
and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide

to see...

the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed
in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed

to see...

and to see it all

and still stand tall

to hold on to the humanity

that resides deep within us all

may be our only saving grace

and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet

I need to remember all that I've said

the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face

to see...

that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see

that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...



Details | Couplet | |

Heaven

Look up and imagine it to be 
To imagine we all must be free

Kiss earth goodbye and just fly
Free as a bird you'll probably cry

Deep love of God opens for one
Who gives it all, for all and for none

Altruistic to the bitter baited end
Charity with heart, better amends

Die broke with love in your heart
To be free in every way, part

Give openly and maybe you'll get
In heavens gates, with little regret


Details | Pastoral | |

Lift Your Voice!

I
1 Lift your voices to the Lord!
        whose love suffices, constant, and faithful
2 Let the people who mourn say:
        God's love suffices and in him my heart will forever lay
3 Let the house of the faithful say:
        God's love is constant in him arms I shall forever stay
4 Let the all the people of the Lord say:
         God's love is faithful and nourishes everyday

II
5 In the midst of danger's light
          the Lord my strength, He  saves me and together we fight
6 I keep my faith in Him and His spirit is within me
          He is my savior; He sets me free
7 I am away from temptations and harm for He's my guide
          He is my Abba in whom I shall abide
8 My heart rests in His arms, His heartbeat is my lullaby
          and my sanctuary whom I'll never say goodbye
9 My heart rests in Him to whom my soul embarks
          I trust in Him better than any powerful monarchs

III
10 Hear Oh Hear! It is His name they're calling!
           He who catches us from evil that keeps us from falling
11 We lift our souls and voices!
           and we sing our praises
12 Hallelujah! We thank You!
            and we will be your people until the ends of time.
         


Details | Prose Poetry | |

WHERE A MANs HEART IS

I am not handsome
So my love is not in my physique
Am not rich,
So my love is not bulging in my pocket
Only my brain is wild
And my mind is mild
A fanciful tunnel links both
Its walls,
Romance lurks and links close

Where a man’s treasure is
There you search out his heart
Mine locked you in as its treasure
A drop of tear from your eye
Is twin to a sword thrust through my heart.
My love is in you
...


Details | Imagism | |

SACRED WORDS

<< SACRED WORDS >>

SHE SUNG

The Dream Keeper
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of yours
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them up
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

I LAUGH:

Talk with me
Say no more a word,
I hear the stars sung it long before
Calling you out to be the Nightingale
Tending the needy heart, fallen in depth
Off not been a catered soul
The earth knows you, the world knows you
A Queen in the making.

(c) Lamptey Godson / Nana Aba Flowers. 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflection

"We are, you and I.
Yet are too young still to trouble our hearts with love and death;
too young to trouble our minds with questions that have plagued humanity from its very beginning;
too young to pluck the heartstrings of that vast sea of emotion;
too old to live life for itself."

Let us see together
That great sunset of mankind
The beauty of the fading light
The beauty in the mind

Let us keep the sun still close
Nature in its kind
That we may better know night when
No stars are illumined

And see before us, fading still
Horizons circled 'round, oh
Will you only see the night for what it is
Or forever see the pain inside a kiss?


Details | Free verse | |

I Have Forgotten What I Did Last Night

He asked, "What did you do last night?"
I murmered that I stayed home and is that alright.
Remembering dreaming about him, my spirit taking flight.

"Were you with him?" he now began,
"Him who?" for that question I had no plan.
"That guy you like, I saw you together in Iran." muttered him.

For his question an answer I couldn't decide,
To go into length and from there on out, no longer hide.
An honest answer and to save my pride.
Or just shrug it off and keep my answer stuffed up inside.

I shrugged and said I had forgotten
Forgotten, you were in a jam
Were you lost or in the slam
Nope I just plain forgot
There is no plan no plot
I was with him, you I taught
Him I sought


Details | I do not know? | |

SPIRIT OF DIALOGUE

In the name of God
Most Merciful, Beneficent
The Gracious and Compassionate
That a difference does not exists

We are making
We are making harmony
In the eyes of God
Solidarity comes, Sincerity in our hearts
Sensitivity in our senses
That a difference does not exists

We are living
We are living in the world of God
Nothing can change this world of God
That a difference does not exists

Oh, God we cry for Peace!
Oh, God we cry for Peace!
And understand other living faiths
That a difference does not exists


Written for Poeple's Dialogue
Zamboanga City, Sulu


Details | Free verse | |

Yoga

 
my physical body......yearn......
my mental being......reach......
my spiritual energy.....pull......
 
within my sanctuary 
of mind, body and soul
I center in a calming request
of spirit awakening

with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line
I must focus......
I must touch ailment......
I must harness thy yoke of completion 
my breath slows in silent acceptance 
as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations 

my spirit drift endless
of cresent moon at twilights eve.
and warriors song in mornings mist

as warmth showers my flesh 
my spirit tingle complete    
touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received
I become one as the spirit calls

with each breath, completion......
___________________________


Details | Free verse | |

Reasoning For Writing

There's something endlessly comforting about
The way your name resides inside this head
At all hours.

I need you, always, and can find you here,
Sharing the space where these words
Appear each day.

Maybe they form simply because our love
Means each line and sentiment must 
Exist.


Details | Free verse | |

If I Am A Horse

If I am a horse
And sometime I am
With or without
Bridle or reins; 
I will run
Like a falling rain.


Details | Free verse | |

A snowy night

A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day


Details | ABC | |

Taking chances

Time it passes without any warning
I remember when I had a lot of hair
In a flash the hair is all gone
It isn’t much any more
It’s all grey now
Time hmm it flies just like that
People leave lives that is not there’s
There is a voice behind
Other times is a voice and a hand behind
Sadly it doesn’t belong to them
They never have the guts to live out their lives
Time oh time you cannot pause it neither can you live two lives
Again you are all grey before you know it
I used to wonder what people will say
What they will think
I also used to think who likes me and who doesn’t
But forty years has passed and I look around and discover nobody gives a shit
Your destiny is like a personal horse
Ride it to destination
Conquer fear and you will discover hidden strengths and talents
What else can I say?
Falling in love is personal but don’t give your heart to a fool
I also threw away time falling in love stupidly
But I gained wisdom and I value self more
The door of my life now has heart breaking detectors
It can even detect fake manipulative people who have no business around me
I just graduated from school of wisdom
A school of patience
They say time heals all wounds
But leaves behind fresh scars as fresh as the original wound
Live your life; make your own personal choices 
Even Gods leading expects you the recipient of the blessing to take action
Leading of God is action not inertia
No invention can pause time at least for now it’s an impossibility
Waste no more time
Pursue your dreams, live out your dreams
Open the window of courage and throw away fear
Open the door of hope and send hopelessness packing
Your dreams will not come to you go and grab it
Conquer your inhibitions set yourself free
Free from life controllers and manipulators
From people that use people
It’s a fallacy to think everybody loves you
Life is a mixture of haters and lovers
Builders and destroyers
Light and darkness 
Choose your side of the divide
Decide decide decide
Time is passing
Indecision is same as time wasted
There is nothing as sweet as living out your dream life
What are you doing where you are not celebrated?
What are you doing with people who don’t like you?
It’s never too late to start all over
Never too late to start living your life
But don’t wait till the end
To be alive is a great thing
But to live your life is greater
Much better when you don’t follow the crowd
For only the outstanding stand out


Details | Narrative | |

Perfection

As I lay on the floor
Lost inside the pool of my tears
I finally knew what life was for
And found that all that I had feared

Was nothing more than emptiness
Was nothing more than lie
I know that in the truth, sweet kiss,
Is found a feeling that will never die

My life is but to love and not be loved
To drown inside the sorrow of the years
To feel and not be felt, to lie untouched
As I yet watch her face pass ever near

Ah, I've never been loved
And never will
For I have known true love
And know it still

In my mind's eye
There, the night
That shrouds her face
Inside my sight
I've known perfection
Whole, complete,
Within that sky
Between heartbeats

So here I lie upon the floor
Lost inside the contours of my mind
And now I know what life is for
I know, have found what I could never find

Inside my soul, inside the sky
Of what's within the perfect night
I find my love, I find her there
The one who's now my only sight

A perfect grace, a perfect face
A perfect love, a perfect kiss
A perfect sleep will, perfect, keep
What perfectly exists
Within the only truth that I can find
Within these real imaginings, my mind

So still I lie upon the floor
Still lost within my own reality
So still I lie, in my heart's core
And drink the dew of what I'll never see


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT IS HOME?

WHAT IS HOME?

ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME,
PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS,
DANCING ON THE WEEKEND,
WALKING IN THE WIND,
BLOWING BUBBLES.

(Reflect)

BUBBLES BLOWING WIND,
THE “IN” WALKING WEEKEND,
THE “ON” DANCING FRIENDS
WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. 
TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?


Details | Free verse | |

Elle Et Ma Vie

She is an indefinables
Ocean.

I am following her
With the heart of an indefatigable boat.


Details | Free verse | |

the steam that heats my dreams

A warm summers night The moon and stars are endless yet in sight the solitude I have. The comfort of another I desire. A bottle of fine wine. A smoke if I choose no problems ahead so was thought. Closed off in the comforts of wine time and peacful sights laid back to rest. A steam rose off the waters of a nearby lake as I gazed in the mist I fell into darkness of my mind. A consious spirit of thoughts follows me in the sleep so comforting a rest was there but a steam to see as my dream broke loose in the steam another came forth a shock to my senses a comfort of a voice so calm a steady warm shiver runs away from my heart that spark of sound from my dream stirred my heart yet end there it did not just the same I stood up still and silent yet wanting to speak but thought not too yet the bodies of most seems so moist yet not as wet with water just the steam like as hot and cold collide as they near a moist steam sorrounds us as we draw near to a close touch it's build so strong yet a delicate covers of steam to it we belong a touch a peaceful rush but to our surprise neither did blush in each others eyes comfort we felt a steam all about also so felt warming and cool at one instance with no one visible to see us closed off by steam in closeness sorrounds. The souls of one own is all that abounds lost in silence no more our words to each other whispers and such travel along like the rising stream on the waters so still of our heart and minds passion entwined yet billions among us in this world we know but for a time it's us that here that's all we know we move ahead no show to see just two alone amongest the trees. The leaves a cover the leaves a bed. A comfort I have until I raise my head. I only remember this dream so real because a dream never felt so real so right so I sit alone a wait each night for two to be again love lost by a dream one night. It must happen twice to be so would say it again to happen my dream to be real someday will be thankful will be us two together at last of steam of past a future to last lost in steam forever will be a connection like this how else can be.


Details | I do not know? | |

Divine Energy

Have you seen the floaters that seem to drift in the sky?
They can be quite deceiving; they exist on our eye,
They’re black in the centers, Surrounded in white,
A scratch on the lenses, protecting the eye,
I’ve seen others beyond these, that dance and move free,
Could it be what I’m seeing, is divine energy?
From the rays of the moon, they’re produced overnight,
Charged up by the sun, then dispersed throughout light,
To the trees and all nature, throughout all living things,
Do we play the lead role, because we’re human beings?
Colors of purple, Neon and white,
Translucent by day, rarely seen in the night,
Are they just an illusion