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The Clouds

THERE HE WAS HOLDING OUT HIS HAND.

My voice=
God, can I hold your hand and go with you?

Gods voice~
My sweet child, it is I who will walk with you now! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across the earth... Your love and devotion is what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You always ran up to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles of tribulations. We could not speak, but it was my light that would not allow you to get weak.

My voice=
Is this that dream of beauty? The one in the book my preacher spoke of. 
Yes! I remember it now it is called paradise. I felt this company once before, Lord.
Many times, I have forsaken this light, and still it never left my door.
I felt it the day I was born, and the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it some more? 
Lord pleases clarify that day I fell down to my knees and accepted Jesus as my savior? 
Every day since, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my own failures’.  Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

Gods voice~  
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road.  This light never left you. 
My sweet child did you not listen, Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible. My child you were not searching for the right answers.

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

Gods voice~ 
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself, which left questions for someone else.  
At times how could I answer when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your souls disguises.

My voice= 
Lord, I have other questions to ask. 
What should I expect out of my personal sins? My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand.
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since my adolescence days. 
How is it that I am in your promise land?

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

My voice= 
One more question My Heavenly Father.
Can I see her?  I meant, could I see them? My Daughter, Mother's and Sisters~

by;PD


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I Am Whammy


It was a lovely summer the garden was filled with butterflies. Whammy the caterpillar was full of joy. He climbed the tallest stalk in the flower bed. Maybe he could see the beautiful butterflies. They might even play with him. “Hello” he said as he greeted a very colorful flutter by. Poor Whammy was in for a huge disappointment. She laughed at him, called to all her butterfly friends. She ridiculed Whammy she actually called him an ugly crawly thing. If it was anyone else but Whammy this story may have had a disastrous ending. Whammy just slid down found his other caterpillar friends. They all wanted to know about the butterflies. Whammy told his friends that the flutter bys were even more beautiful from close. He said he was unfortunate he met one who was mean and shallow inside. That night Whammy prayed. First he prayed that the flyer he met would find the kindness that was surely within her. Then he prayed for other Caterpillars who might have the same experience. He knew that at first he felt bad really bad. He felt bad for not being as beautiful as the flyer. Then Whammy remembered, beauty is to be appreciated not envied. "Besides" Whammy thought "I'm quite dapper myself" as he straightened his imaginary tie and laughed. He wished that no creature large or small that no life form would ever feel like less. “If I was a butterfly I would be kind to everyone, imagine that me a flutter by” he said out loud. As our story ends Whammy falls asleep. Laughing and content Just to be happy. Imagine that - a scary caterpillar becoming a beautiful butterfly? Moral Of the story: “Attitude is Everything”. 01~11~2014 Maurice Yvonne Sponsor: Carol Eastman Contest Name: Fable to the Rescue


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My Favorite Devonshire

Myself All that I am I could dye my hair to please you Yet I won't A little mascara might Make me attractive Although the value of my gift Cannot be measured in wrappings I will not sing For you But create a harmony and hope for consonance And I will dance With you To the melody of our song Accept All that I am I could paint you as my knight in armor But fantasies vanish with sunrise We could play together Yet games must end And the unity of the game Will dissolve Leaving you And me All that we are And acceptance of each Written by Carolyn Devonshire
Carolyn Devonshire-Who is she? A great author,a widower who loved her husband so much,and a daughter who loved her father just as much.She is one of my closests friends,can easily be called family...and so lucky I am to have met her.Carolyn was one of the first soupers who always left me a comment of encouragement when i first started writing here.Our friendship grew stronger through time and so our love for poetry. Why do i love this poem so much? This poem from Carolyn's first book 'Visions of Devonshire'definitely speaks to my soul. The value of who we are,isn't about how we appear to be,it isn't about making ourselves perfect,nicer,It isn't about changing our identity..Its about being who we really are. Carolyn's gift cannot be measured in wrappings'..Its her inner beauty which makes her shine.Her friendship ,love and loyalty to others is what makes her so special. Its not all about the outer beauty of oneself,but what is on our inside which really makes us who we are. The knight in shining armor,the Fantasy,the dream might vanish with sunrise, the game will end too,leaving all that was in yesterday behind,but finding who we are once again,and accepting each other for who we were and always will be. Thankyou Carolyn for this poem, Your gift lies within you.. It cannot be measured in wrappings..So true! and the biggest thankyou is sent your way today for just being you.. Dear Gwendolyn..thanks for the brilliant idea.... Big hugs... Charma


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Always a Dream

A little fairy princess one day sits resting on a most beautiful sunflower,
And magically she begins stretching her wings for anticipatory flight
While capturing a vision assortment of most bright flying colors, 
Of one gentle and soothing rainbow promise—a shining and a light to delight;
As the ground begins to tremble and crumble underneath her tiny feet,
She takes flight on her splendid little wings—quite magnificent to behold
Through the colors of mist and the veil of magic she sees a bright sparkling shine, 
And then all becomes clear—she sees gold, and even more gold on the horizon
Radiantly gleaming in front of her very eyes and charming her senses entire.

Then a most curious little green man with curved ears pointing heavenwards 
And possessing remarkably strange and yet soft mesmerizing green eyes, 
Presents himself both kindly and boldly to the little fairy princess in person; 
He jumps right in the pot alongside her dancing a jig to his heart's content,
And the princess shines all colors of love and warmth over him under the mist 
Of a most dazzling and enchanting dream to behold, know, and cherish.

With this the little green man reveals his true nature to his new found princess,
And with a most proud alacrity bearing a quaint princely nature, he declares:
 
“Me Darlin’ little princess so near and so dear to Me own little heart,”
“You must know I’m your Leprechaun always obedient from this very start,”
“At this moment most precious Me knows you’ve captured Me little heart,”
“And with this you’ve captured too Me overflown’ Pot of Gold now in part,”
“With Me undying love and devotion to you always carried in Me little heart.”

With this the Leprechaun and his little fairy princess danced a mystical old
Irish jig together while singin’ and laughin’ both so gently and contentedly;
All the while his soft green eyes and her sensual eyes azure locked in a 
Most romantic gaze and affection when they began kissing one another, 
And brushing inside and both sharing heartfelt fluttering emotions and a
Swelling with a deep beauty and a most passionate love in Heaven born.

With the genuine passion-felt affection and the romantic kisses exchanged,
The Leprechaun and his little fairy princess began to transform themselves
Right before each other’s very eyes, and Behold!!—in a quick moment, the
Leprechaun became a most handsome and sweet loving young prince, and 
His little fairy princess, in a flash of blinding light, lost her wings and changed 
Into a most radiant and quite beautiful young princess with long-flowing 
Beautiful black hair, and a very lovely smile as resplendent and sweet as any
Angel in Heaven above.

Now the handsome young prince and his beautiful young princess were an 
Elegant and most wonderful couple to behold and cherish—kind, smiling, and 
Deeply in love.
 
The young prince with his Irish blessings began sparklin’ and sprinklin’ star dust 
All over his young princess and they both lived happily ever after with pronounced
Passion and love, emotion and devotion, kindness and charity, vision and purpose, 
Forever to their end on Earth and later by the Lord God himself in Heaven. 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights 
Reserved (October 29, 2014) (Narrative poem poetic form)


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Would You Dance This Last Dance with Me

Darling—Would you dance this last dance with me?
I thought of this question so intently as I gazed at
You afar tonight across the busy dance floor and
Your very smile and presence shined for all to see.
It would take courage for me to ask for that dance!

Looking at you first glance captivated my very emotions,
And I thought, “How could this be?” “I’ve not met you!”
Yet, I also saw your most magical and most warm smile,
And roared inside of myself each time I heard your
Funny, wonderful, and most exciting laughter so sweet!

And so, I decided to move closer and closer to you while
Passionately thinking and trying my best to conceal my
Shyness and fear of looking foolish when I spoke to you.
I knew that I had this one chance and didn’t want to blow it,
And so I downed some fine alcohol to free up all my words!

All this seemed like an eternity, but finally—there you were,
And my inner voice cheering me on cried, “It’s Now or Never!”
With that, our eyes met and locked at once, and I said, “Oh Gee!”
You then smiled so warmly and laughed and touched my hand,
And I knew then and there that you were the ONE in my life!

At first, not talking, but looking at each other I noticed at once
Your most beautiful blue eyes, radiant hair, and luscious red lips.
Your touch, your scent, your smile, and your warmness captured
My heart entire, and then I knew our meeting would entail much
More than just a dance—it could be a dance for the rest of our life!

And so, I thought: “Romeo, it’s time to talk, starting charming her!”
But she spoke first, both gently and laughing, putting me at ease,
And I was enchanted at once by her—and her voice had a melodic,
Smooth tone that bewitched me as her eyes mesmerized me entire.
We touched further, embraced, and kissed with so much delight!

As we stood there as ONE locked deeply in our embrace and emotions, 
Time for us stood still as the sensual stirred the spiritual, further
Enriching this splendid moment that we wanted to go on and on and on.
After which we talked, walked hand-in-hand, never leaving each other.
The evening grew later and the music was dying down now—it’s time!

With this cue, I gently cupped her hand in mine and kissed her once 
More so very warmly while gazing lovingly and deeply into her eyes,
And then my question finally surfaced and erupted with much delight—
Darling—Would you dance this last dance with me tonight? We did,
And it started a long romance-filled dance for the rest of our life! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (November 8, 2014) (Narrative poetic format)


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The Meadow

I'm always there, in that place that doesn't mean a thing to anyone but me. A far away 
meadow where I don't have to hide all the happiness of a young girls heart. One that has 
been ripped apart, so many times. I stare at all the beautiful flowers and trees of my 
surroundings and let the wind gently rustle my hair. I close my eyes taking in all these 
wonderful things, as I lie on the cool grass. My body mixes in with the air, and I'm blowing 
past natures statues and creatures galore. I stop at the edge of a nearby pond, my body 
floating softly to the ground as an eagles feather. I look deep into the sparkling image that 
makes me who I am. I gracefully touch the water with my fingertips and let the water 
shimmer like the stars. A white unicorn grazing near the freshly harvested hay, called out to 
me. It approached me as I stood, and nuzzled my arm. I brushed its silk coat and burrowed 
my face against her cool cheek. This is the reason I come to this place. To interact with the 
things not known or believed in their world. Its just my own, my sound and the behind 
scenes of my eyes. It's calm and peaceful, which their world is far from. I'm the only one with 
the doorway to this meadow. I love going there, it's like a blanket that warms its comfort 
over me when I need it the most. And when I get there, my feelings are a boat sailing to 
sea, leaving me filled with perfect serenity. I'll always be there, till the end of all life, and I 
know this lovely meadow will never be replaced.


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I Want to Sing Too

I can’t sing
I mean I can’t sing
I’ll leave the singing to Walt.
But I assume, as he assumes, as you assume, as all assume,
I love like you, love like him, love like the Lord above,
What is there? Singing? Why can’t I sing too?

Every cell and feeling that exudes from me,
Leaves an impression that I’m proud for all to see.
Every smile and gesture makes me a man,
It doesn’t always fit into my plan,
But I think the trepidation is waning,
The insecurity finally is straining.
All this time I’ve wanted to sing,
But it’s always been my failing.

I can’t sing
I mean I can’t sing
No that’s not true.
Something is different.
I no longer assume, I assure.
I don’t wander, I wonder.
I can’t fear, I fight.
I don’t love, I love YOU.

I haven’t sung because of others.
But these others are sisters and brothers.
Sometimes my voice might crack,
The beauty I may lack.
But YOU have opened my mind,
All this time I’ve been behind.
YOU have opened my eyes.
I’ve seen the pretty skies.
YOU have opened my heart,
And I’m ready to start.
YOU have opened my lung,
And I’ll be heard, and sung.


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The sparkling blue gem

Scaling the skies and beauty of her wonder world A fairy saw a sparkling thing down in a valley Intrigued she flew up to it Mesmerized she was, when she saw it A big ,sparkling ,blue gem with lustrous shine Thrilled by its luster ,she touched it And woof!!! Her magic wand disappeared She lost her wings and all her powers In desperation ,she touched it again and again But to no avail Disheartened she walked up to the nearby brook With her head in her lap ,she started crying Suddenly she heard a soothing music The music of rumbling, ruffling brook Freshly scented spring air wiped her tears Dusky splendid skies brought her smile back A new world was unfolding before her Elated she was, when she walked on the dewy grass Her eyes shone, when she saw a small pink flower, growing under a rock Her heart skipped a beat when she touched the bark of the tree Intoxicated by this beauty, she wandered around And unknowingly reached back to the vicinity of the blue gem On seeing it again ,she felt that it’s beauty had increased Again mesmerized by its luster, she touched the gem This time with an enlightened heart and a beautiful mind And woof!!! Her magic wand reappeared Her wings and powers restored Since night was befalling on her She with an elated heart ,flew hastily up to her abode Resting on her couch ,she felt something stuck to her feet It was the fresh dewy grass Holding the grass blade in her hand She smiled ,as she knew She had learned a lesson that day Had seen a new world, a world beyond her magic and had learned to keep her feet grounded….
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digiti minimi

Digiti minimi

We only see the log in their occuli

And rain arrows at our enemies

God does not play dice!

Lame we lay inordinati

Like holidays on a Sunday

Unknown in my modus operandi

Since I am just another pinky.

Anatómico numero, you say?

Then let the lesser weigh

Take me like a royal hemerocallis

For, I am your digiti minimi.
																			By :Tutuola michael





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Wellington

I found myself shedding a tear at a train seat upon seeing the sights leaving the Wellington city train port to Woburn.
I don't mind being called a sentimental freak, if I could just have any describe more than I can the beauty that leaves 
one more than enamored, bewildered and perplexed. How is it possible for nature to marry humanity and vice versa? 
How does it happen when the city buildings lay backdrop to the turquoise waters of the pacific ocean and vice versa? 
How does its waves recognize no rules to follow on where it comes and goes or the wind for that matter? How does the 
birds play so freely as if happily almost touching the great body of water, back to air, then back again to the base 
surface of the waters? How does the water vessels cruise peacefully with some other ships finding their places like 
home amidst the many other small boats around? How does the sun give off its summer heat amidst the windy air? 
How did I end up being in that rugged train witnessing all the massive spectacle of beauty in a country a million miles 
away from my homeland? Tell me why I should help myself to a silent tear.


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Dane Anne

this enchantment
it cannot be measured
it cannot be weighed
it cannot be told in time
or days
yet here it is as i'll describe
tis in my riding
tis in my play
tis in my working 
each and everyday
my worship has dwindled
my real prayers are sinful
and my god is a genie
who's bottle is covered with sand
my love is the maid
Dane Anne
and thousands of suitors 
have ask for her hand
all dressed like princes
in gem's and furs
lined with red and purple silk
armed with jewel encrusted stilleto's
and gold belts
capes with gold and silver
tapestry all with original designs
of family crest
Noblemen and boys
riding every kind of fanciful horse
smooth, brushed and well feed
but their confidence 
is all but drained 
by shear number of similar suitors
but beauty and prize
will not let them leave
and such as i but in 
much lesser degree 
of nobility
a commoner, a peasant, a spoiler
one who would pluck the flower
before it was meant to be plucked
one who's eyes have been challenged
beyond lust
one who's faith has come to believe
that this fair maid Dane Anne
belongs to me alone
no man has suffered 
as much as i
to be over looked as a suitor
a sore in one's eye
yet no one can care more
or even try
for her hand i give all
and perhaps i'll die
for all my waken moments
find her haunting still
this magic over me
it must be her will
can such beauty cast
such an evil spell
that if thinking for
myself; i cannot tell
or is there a cupid
a godly spell
one that takes my willingness
under his own will
perhaps possessed  by a spirit
who through love
can only live
empowered by my weakness
demanding that all i give
but such this state
i am
and complain, i do not
for such a gift is love
that will never be forgot


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A Dream That Came True

A Dream That Came True.

In my mind's eye I had seen her undress a thousand times
 sending hot flashes that exploded with her moaning
 Months before ever summoning the courage to speak to her
 I practiced the words befitting her splendor!

 She had been noticing my adoring glances as she 
 adjusted her skimpy bikini in the bright sun
 Showing just what a man, any man would hope to see
 I moved closer anticipating her charming refusal
 to my shock she answered a quick yes and our date 
 that night was on!

 I asked her to wear something sexy and she replied
 how about I wear no panties?
 My stammering answer made her laugh that laugh
 the one that sent shivers up my spine in anticipation

 It is on! We met at theatre and hardly watched the movie
 for her hands were busier than mine!
 A nice change to feel the heat of a woman so anxious
 I almost wept with joy! What a thrill! She had kept her promise
 No panties!!!
 None under that sexy short skirt that had made the other men 
 openly lust for her charms! I saw and was amazed that this vision of
 sexual beauty was actually with me!
 What happened later that night you can imagine,
 the earth shook, the sky fell and I heard a ringing bell!

 We married two months later and it was pure sex and bliss
 Non stop sex night and day.. Ahh, the memories that last a
 lifetime! 
 Nothing that great can last forever. We burned like the Sun for
 a few years and then it happened..
 The crash!
 My motorcycle hit a tree ,I was rushed to the hospital and woke up 
 three days later to discover it had been only a very vivid daydream!
 My heart broke , I was sorry to have came back to the world! Then, 
 O' yes then in walks a vision so lovely my heart almost stopped

 A new nurse. So hot the paint on the walls started melting.
 Over she floats to my bedside. I sat wide eyed looking like a fool!
 Awestruck with anticipation! She took my hand, took my pulse .

 I fumbled for words, I fought for control. I begged for help to impress
 her!
 Finally, finally I felt power return and I asked her to just pinch me!
 Pinch me! Let me know I am not dreaming again..
 She laughed and pinched my left cheek. The lower one! I felt the earth
 begin to rise. She noticed and laughed,
 LAUGHED THAT LAUGH!!! That laugh!
 That laugh came from those sweet lips. I begged for help and she smiled,
 O' that smile!
 As she turned to leave I asked her to see me again and she said yes!
 I shall return in two hours to give you your bath.. Then winked at me!
 Longest two hours of my life! 
 Then I woke up still laying beside my crashed motorcycle!
 With a broken leg and shattered dream!!! 
 Fate can be so cruel.....
 So damn cruel...... Then the door opened and I hear her say with a 
 smile. Time for your bath darling !!! Its late and I'll block this door!
 Then she removed her clothes. Crap, dreaming again I thought...
 And that is how I met my first wife. Yes she was a dream!!
 Something that great never lasts, never lasts.... 

Robert Lindley

Dedicated to my first wife.... and some of it is even true!!! 
Found this last week while rummaging around in some old files I had... 


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Wild Flower

Wild Flower
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 In Death Of A Rose by Nate Spears
 
Rescue this sunflower
It's capable of being a ray of light
Nurture it, value it, and love it
Its petals are more delicate than they appear in sight
 
 A wild flower it is; but it displays beauty
The facts of its species remain unknown
Its fight to reach its true potential is admired
It’ birth to existence is undetermined
 It’s roots shows trauma
Its presentation brings hesitates to potential caregivers
No one's prepared to take a chance
This flower is destined to win
 
All earthly roots sprout from above
At some point in a life’s span; we could use a kiss or hug
 He who refuses to display any element of the wild
Is merely real
An artificial representation of life
Stuck in Styrofoam surrounded by fake moss and dust
No breath, no soul, non-existence
A human being choked from an outer dimension.
Rescue this wild flower with love.


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Moon

	
Moon 
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Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so dexterously. 
 
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in the sky, 
Gretta was still working, that too without a sigh, 
the ship was finally built, Gretta was on cloud nine, 
but going a bit farther up than that seemed rather fine. 
 
She sat inside the cockpit, tightened her seat belt, 
pushed a few buttons, with such admirable stealth, 
algorithms aplenty - all perfectly aligned, 
as the engine started roaring, boisterously alight. 
 
The rocket ascended at last, it set sail yonder, 
to the farthest frontier that this universe could conjure, 
and after it finally left the vivid atmosphere, 
Gretta was so happy, she let out a smiling tear. 
 
Days passed and she was put in catatonic sleep, 
immobile and still, immersed in lovely dreams, 
suddenly with a thud, the ship had landed still, 
She woke up instantly, with a newfound thrill. 
 
She wore the lunar suit, which she had stitched herself, 
opened up the bolted door and descended the metal steps, 
the moment she touched ground, she turned around, 
and got pleasantly surprised by what she found! 
 
A red-hatted impish elf, sat crossed leg, 
a large nosed fairy stood, munching on nutmeg, 
two rabbits bowed down to the rabbit goddess, 
and two more pressed her feet, in a soft caress. 
 
Gretta walked a step and heard the elf shout, 
"oh silly person, take that suit out!, 
we've got oxygen, plenty of em to breathe, 
that suits a waste o' time and energy!" 
 
Gretta obeyed, and unzipped the heavy suit, 
underneath she wore a dress - flowery and cute, 
"good going, young child, now lemme show you, 
this lovely wonderland which you dub the moon!" 
 
And the elf was right, they met unicorns, 
box-laden garden paths and joyous little fauns, 
walking and talking scarecrows, nursing little crows, 
small blue doll houses with chuckling gnomes. 
 
within a crater lived a colony of werewolves, 
but they were nice and fair - specially one named Ulf, 
he'd give her milk and tea with chocolate biscuits, 
and in order to keep her warm, red spotted mitts. 
 
The goddess too was nice, a wise and lovely soul, 
"be imaginative and create, but don't forget your goal", 
she'd also give her nutmeg of such abundant variety, 
her best friend was a Faun, so strong and mighty. 
 
and the Minotaurs build Gretta a lovely home, 
with a mushroom roof and walls build of foam, 
"stay here with us, Gretta, you'd have a great time", 
said the red-hatted elf while singing a rhyme. 
 
Gretta thought and thought, she came to a decision, 
she decided to stay for sure, she looked forward for her admission, 
and from thereon, life for her was perfected, 
all her dying wishes had suddenly been resurrected.
 


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The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


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Pretty Things

She skips.
Sunlight combing her hair,
Bright lines through braids.
With sweet song notes dancing on lips.

She trips.
Verdant beds cushion her fall.
Tickling her with soft petals and stems,
As song turns to laughter.
The notes quickly flip.

She places her flowery clip,
In her hair. blue bloom lightening the air.
The smell of dark honey,
Leads her away from thoughts of the whip.

She giggles, pouncing towards another lily,
The two filled the grove, a merry pair.
“Hello”. She cups the lilies’ bulb,
With hands like leather,
Gentle as a feather.

She whispers through scarred lips.
“Just thought you should know how pretty you are”.


10/13/13


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Upon A Bed Of Petals

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

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

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


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Rosalina

Rosalina is a Spanish lass,
she slipped across the Juarez pass;
evaded the cops, eluded the hounds,
and made it up to my hometown.
Biggest brown eyes to ever grace God’s green earth,
a mouth filled with happiness, laughter, joy and mirth.
Legs so long and lean that they touch the ground,
and stretch all the way back up to paradise found.
Hips that swivel, swing and sway independently,
defying all of the known laws of gravity.
A voice so soft and sweet it puts the angels to shame,
makes my heart skip a beat every time she says my name.
Breasts so round and firm they bounce to a Latin beat;
make a blind man stare and a deaf mute speak.
Puts her arms around my neck, leans forward and kisses me;
giving me a little glimpse of what eternity will be.
Sits in my lap and tells me all of her hopes and dreams,
makes me think the Lord moved heaven to earth, or so it seems.
She wiggles and jiggles and giggles a lot;
makes a warm blooded man sun spot hot.
God surely looked down from heaven and took pity on me,
and sent lovely Rosalina to take good care of me.
She’s sweeter than honey from the honeycomb,
and makes my house a happy, loving home.
So, if the jerks at INS think they are going to deport my gal, well,
those lousy stinking rat bastards can go straight to hell.


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Apple Of My Eye

She is a southern girl.
She is a country gal.
She is the apple of my eye.
Her beautiful long red hair is done up in a ponytail.
A baseball cap sits upon her head all cattywampus.
She has the most lovely sparkling green eyes.
She has a beautiful smile that drives me wild.
She has the softest voice in the whole wide world.
And of course she speaks with a southern drawl.
I have never seen her in a dress.
It’s sweatshirt and faded jeans in the fall and winter.
It’s t-shirt and jean shorts in the spring and summer.
As for her feet it’s her choice: tennis shoes or flip flops.
For all of eternity she will always be the apple of my eye.


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Two Trees

Oh tree to my right how you mirror the left
Tree on the left, with great vigor you grow
When waters run dry, your roots search below
To the ends of all branches; lush fruits like Eden
Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my right what phantom did come
Yielding fruit no more; nor vivid leaves to sway
All branches have ceased, no more but a stump
Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my left so valiant, so true
A whip of your branch & firm grip of the wind
To the right, one seed you give; let life grow anew
Solitude tis as fire bound for a tree, a simple truth to all
Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind

Oh tree to my right; look, now you're grown
As was, now are; from the tree to the left came your rebirth
Teeming with life & beauty displayed
Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind


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Lost in Love

I see behind  those pretty little eyes.
The beauty of which a thousand years couldn't possibly change.
I see Pure beauty, but what do you see in me?
Do you see a stubborn boy filled with kindness.
Or what you want, you believe you see.
A boy you ignore in a good way.
Not meaning to be cruel, but kind.
Am I that fool that falls for you,
or am I the smart one 
for knowing you in your ways.


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in my mind only

in my mind is a place of unbearable beauty so agonizing to recall the charm a place so lovely and pretty, rows of sweet homes with window boxes of bright flowing flowers and lace curtains billowing in the breeze the place of my early childhood where children played and lived safe until that day, that dark day the day my sister Suzanne died hit by a passing truck, suddenly and my world changed forever and ever my family left this home far behind, we moved but in my mind this place remained unbearably beautiful many, many years have passed, life has gone on and now I return for the first time the beauty in my mind shattered beyond belief replaced by the reality of an inner city ghetto rundown, devastated, ravaged rows of boarded up crumbling houses, gone to waste and ruin it is more than I can fathom but yet, yet there is a shadow of the beauty that was and as I view the destruction of a time passed houses fallen and given away to neglect I realize my memory is no longer a valid thing closing my eyes, I imagine the loveliness that once was a time that I had placed upon a pedestal gone forever in reality only and forever existing in my wandering mind this unbearable beauty of a place and time . . . May 17, 2013 Narrative Submitted to the contest, A poem that took more than a week to write


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Beauty of the Heart

Your love to me I am on fire.
My desire of the heart it feels.
Your words I hear your voice among them.
I reach out to touch but can not feel.
My empitness of life the void of image I see.
A beauty before my grace I fall to my knees.
My tears they drench in sorrow.
The belove I hold near my heart in dreams.
But only in hopes of tomorrows do I love.
But my every desire to touch and hold you close.
It is my dream to love once more deep in my soul.
But never be alone in darkness and always be love in heart.


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My Living Painting

“Where is it?” I asked the art dealer with no preamble whatsoever. The tears were about to spill down my cheeks, and I found it hard to get the words past the lump in my throat. He sensed it.

He looked down at me from his studio balcony. “I sold it.”

I turned away and ran towards my car, the grief eating away at my soul as the tears now gushed down needing release. Why had I waited? It was too late. Too late.

At home, I flung myself on the living room couch and through sobs, told my husband what had happened. He looked at me dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what that painting meant to me. 
 
He had been away on one of his many trips when I had passed by the art studio and seen the painting. Perhaps anyone else would have found it plain, not outstanding, not heart stopping, but for the first time, a painting actually spoke to my heart.  I was enthralled by the image of a wooden door of a typical Cypriot village home- just a door but cascading down around it was a spray of fuchsia bougainvillea, my favorite flower. The contrast of the colors of the door, the wall, and that spray of heavenly flowers was simply overwhelming. I loved everything quaint…the lovely villages of Cyprus, the cobblestone streets, the picturesque homes. My heart mourned. It would not be comforted.

Why hadn't I just written a check? Why had I waited to ask for permission when I knew how badly I wanted that painting to be hung on my wall, feeding my soul every day with beauty? Why had I been naive enough to tell the art dealer that every time I passed by the window, my heart would beat in a frenzy, for after that, he had placed it in the very front of the display window. Now it was gone. FOREVER.

Time passed. Every time I remembered my painting, my heart bled. I moved to Lebanon. You can never know how overwhelmed I was when I first saw the backyard of my new home, for there were TWO fuchsia bougainvillea trees, the branches of one reaching down to almost touch my dining room window. 

My heart sings everyday, for these flowers are not captured on canvas, they live. The flowers dance and sway with the breeze, contrasting with the green of the grass, the blue of the sky, and the brown of the pine tree trunks. I look at the spray of glorious flowers, and my soul is fed by my loving God.

Persian Proverb by Saadi: 

“If of thy mortal goods, thou art bereft
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left
Sell one and from the dole
Buy Hyacinths to feed the soul”

Eileen G


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Indefinite Love

I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk 
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare


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Why Can't I Be Young, Rich and Thin

That answer to that is painfully simple: I’m a disabled, thirty-something individual with compromised mobility…and I’m a lazy S.O.B...

But, oh, how I fantasize! And loath am I to torture myself by looking at all the exquisite, fabulous fashion creations by Versace, Comme Des Garcons, Missoni and Vivienne Westwood; elegant creations I will never be able to wear, let alone afford. Though I enjoy being a man and would have it no other way, I envy women and sometimes wish I was one, just so I could wear a Versace gown, even if it were just to take out the trash.

I worship fashion and models; they are my demigods. They embody all that is outwardly beautiful. I don’t mind the shallowness of it. I wish I was Coco Rocha, Naomi Campbell, Janice Dickinson, Linda Evangelista, Tyra Banks, Milla Jovovich, all rolled into one. I wish I could strut and stomp the catwalk; to pound the runway in some outrageous creation by Rei Kawakubo. To jet-set to Paris, Milan, Tokyo, London…! I would die and go to fashion heaven, and see Gianni, and I would be his Muse. Poor, Gianni; why did that bastard kill you? Genius was lost that day and fashion has since suffered in your absence.

I wish I was as skillful with sewing as I am with words; since I’ll never be a model, I’d at least like to design clothes that would echo my influences. A mesh of the sex of Versace, the elegance of Missoni, the insane artistic destruction and anti-fashion of Comme des Garcons and the hipness of Vivienne Westwood; yes, that would be my style, as my poetry echoes Poe, Shelley, Keats and Dickinson. 

But, alas and alas again! For these are all but mere dreams and fantasies that shall never be fulfilled! But a gay boy can dream, can’t he?


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As a stranger I met you

As a stranger I met you
Pure and gentle was your appearance
You spoke a touch without words
A breeze so pure like light

As I listened with my eyes
I smelled the taste of beauty beyond honey
What a feeling?
An emotion lost within expressions
An experience of heaven's true Agape

Oh what an experience to share
A beauty whose light can't be gazed
A gift priceless to be bought free
Your touch so perfect to the broken

Yes your name is Love
Your nature perfect in quality and in glory
oh Eden's first language
You're that truth I can't hide 


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To The Ugly-Bride-To-Be

You are beautiful, 
The old men find you irresistible.
The men, well dressed, 
Leg crossed, 
Sitting in their shops, 
Whistling as you take stops.
You catwalk, 
The *****cat never again walk.
Guys watching, your hips twisting, 
East to west.
Who will woo you first? 

I adore you, 
But give me all fortunes, I will refuse you.
Painting hands and lips are your morning duty, 
Abuse words only you know, yet you claim beauty.
You are so caring, 
Little needs of your youngers are frustrating.
You detest men with leg-edes-benz, 
And even toy with those with mercedes-benz, 
Robbing them mercilessly.
Making men meditate meaninglessly.

As the clock ticks, 
So, does the page of the day flicks.
People are not getting younger, 
Everyone and so should you have got wiser.
Be respectful and obedient.
Love your man and learn to be patient.
Be caring in all situation, 
And never give your man examination.
Behaviour, if you ask me
Is beauty, beautiful bride-to-be.


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Atop that hill, in his heart

Lying atop a hill, he gazes into the sky. The world spins around, minutes passing by. 
The grass is dry but green, the lack of water has not yet started to slow its flourish. Time will bring that. He lies motionless. Arms at his side. Legs slightly spread. The wind blows softly. Gently. Brushing his cheeks with gentle fingers. Reminding him of an easier time. A touch so soft it's presence remains a question. It's existence remains a teasing stroke. Grey rain clouds folding into the light white clouds in such a way this man has not noticed. He continues on, unmoving. The first drop of rain must come as a surprise as it falls and lands atop his cheek, running down to meet with the grass. He doesn't flinch. He still doesn't blink. The next drop falls, and the next, followed by its sister waters. Soaking his face. He goes on unnerved. Perhaps this is a comfort. It allows his tears a place to run unseen. Without judgment. Providing a hidden release to a man who has not known the word in past. He hears nothing, senses no one. But she's there. Kneeling down, pressing herself into his arms. Not speaking. Just accepting him for who he is and what he's experienced. She also ignores the rain, the wind and the clouds. She runs her finger down his jaw line, down his neck, across his collar bone and rests it on his heart. It is there she settles in.


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SOUNDS OF THE WEATHER BY THE BEACH

                                         


                                         The rush of swish against the shoreline
                                             The wind blowing swift by is a sign
                                     A storm a brewing, clattering, and shattering
                                       The thunder clapping a great sky battering
                                                  The waves swoosh higher up
                                           As you can get this sound like in a cup
                                               But more so just cover your hand
                                       Now the feeling of grit giving sound to sand
                                              Whoosh! the wind takes your hair
                                        It is fear-est when water spit as it declare
                                        War on your skin, with vibration that pings
                                        And the silence of slow blowing wind sings


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A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE hubris or BIRD BRAIN

                     A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
                       

In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound

while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--

But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.

There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow

their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man.  It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies

and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another .  And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne

a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred

who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy.   Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.




Victoria Anderson-Throop  2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska


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The Ruination of Eli

"Come closer, you kids, let me tell you a story:
now you all see that there morning glory? Well
that was the blue of this little boy's eyes, born
right in this village; they named him Eli."

"Those eyes had lashes so black and so thick,
it sure was enough to make all us girls sick!
And his skin, do Jesus, was flawless and pure,
and smooth as this ole couch is, what's made of velour."

"Lord, he was held, he was never put down.
We girls took to totin' him all around town.
His hair was as black as a raven's wing,
and if that weren't enough, good God he could sing!"

"He just opened his mouth and out this voice came,
a voice that could put God's angels to shame."

"Now, y'all know how much fun little kittens can be?
But then they grow up, just filled with ennui.
Well, just like them kittens, Eli grew up, but he
was conceited and downright stuck-up!"

"Well, our village, we raised him, and we saw our mistake,
but by that time, humph, it was far too late.
He decided to grace the wide world with his presence,
get away from the village and all of us peasants."

"When he hit the big city, he was shocked and perturbed:
No one fell at his feet, no one praised him with words!
Perplexed and confused, he stared at his face:
his eyes were still blue, his complexion still chaste."

"His hair was still shiny and black as the night,
and his teeth were still even and perfect and white."

        "What's wrong with these people?" he wondered out loud,
        "Why isn't my beauty drawing a crowd?"

"Yes, he was still just as handsome, he touched his smooth chin,
not knowing true beauty lies under the skin."

         "Well, what happened to him?" the children all asked,
         "Did he come crawling back home, sad and downcast?"

"Naw, he actually did make it, he became quite a star,
he had the big houses, the money, the cars.
And girls flocked to him, but didn't stay long,
and he never did figure what always went wrong."

"So he died old and bitter, in his penthouse above:
childless and joyless, still filled with self-love."


©Danielle White


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An Unreachable Diamond In My Nest

Even in her weakness, her adoration multiplies oh...... the animals are also not left out as the serpent of the wilderness finds grace under her shadows and the dragons of the forests dance to her hymns. Of all the men showcasing their might, the strong, the rich, the mighty and the elegant; the wise, the intelligent, the skilled and the glamorous you looked down and smiled at me. This is a world which seems not true. your choice of me, seized my consciousness but I immediately came back to Life because I also found you on the other side this shows how you have taken over my being. I'm not even worthy of your competition yet you broke the rules you created to make me yours. I am now indebted to you and my Life, the definition of your choices. My breathe will be the function of your will, your Love? I cling unto it like a cub to its mother. I never thought I will meet your gaze but now I possess your thighs. I never imagined feeling your touch but now, I experience your warm embrace. I never thought I could hold your hands but now, your body belongs to me. I will cherish every part of you, take care of every of your needs and ensure your glow never goes faint. I'll take the bites of several wolves to ensure your feet doesn't go red. I'll persevere the fall from several logs to ensure you never have a headache and I'll absorb the heat of the red hot furnace to ensure your skin doesn't go rough. All I'm saying honey, is, I will love you much more than you can ever imagine. having you is an undeserving blessing. Loving you is staying deservedly blessed.


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Baby Mermaid

It was down on Bayou Rumpawpaw
where the self proclaimed semi-professional
fisherman Dub “Stinky” Crank first met
the lovely young mermaid by the name of Jewel.
She swam right up to Dub’s old rusty boat
and popped her head out of the water.
It was a fantastical sight to see
and I know this to be a natural fact
because I was there in the boat with him
when the whole dang shebang went down.
For good old bayou boy Dub it was
love at first sight despite him being drunk.
We didn’t have a very good day of fishing
that day which sort of teed me off at the time.
We only caught a few daggum goggle-eye
before the mermaid incident took place.
It worked out pretty darn good for Dub
and he is my very best friend so in
the long run I say heck the what.
After a short bayou soaked courtship
Dub and Jewel done went and got hitched.
I was best man that day and I have to admit
it was a very interesting but strange event.
The two had the love itch really big time
and nine months after the wedding gala
a baby mermaid came swimming into this world.
They named the little bayou beauty Coralee.
I told old Dub that those swimming lessons
we both took when we were young
would come in handy some day.
I still don’t know how the two did
the mating thing and it’s probably
best for my sanity if I never do.


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Diminished

Diminished
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A diminishing Rose Bush
With every pedal plucked, beauty is fading away
Losing its essence of greatness
As we proceed to deplete its history
Life flows away,

I remain standing above
Polluted soil
Naked,
Stems are bare and exposed
Vulnerable to the world and its nature
I give woes
I give worries
I give troubles
These are my possibilities
Then the death of a rose and destruction
Hits home

Bare my green,
My DNA shows traces of the best soils
Traced back to my mother’s land
Surrounded by fellow planted gold
Some will never know

Doing well isn’t doing well
We can’t bloom unless we unfold
Reproduce the best again
Stop dying daily for less than a win
There’s nothing we can’t do
That we’ve done once again

The next season will bring new pedals
I will never grow pass go anymore
Next year, beauty will flourish
Next season remains to nourish
Each season we should cherished
In our best moments
Each year is the best one of your life.


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My Downfall

Power and Control was my destiny, I rose from the bottom.
Hoping to become more powerful than you could ever imagine.
But you were my only hope of stopping my madness and hatred.
My passion and love for you was my downfall, it was all for you.
Now I clinch the remains of you, what have I done?
Am I a disgrace, or a foul, for falling so low to you?
I love you, but it seems, the same cannot be said for you.
I killed to be with you, and let this blood be shed.
A reminder that my rise to power, came with its loss.
Let this loss be the the Dagger that I hold.
A dagger of love, which these hands still clinch.
A dagger which shall be the death of me, as it was to you.
  


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Rememory

Maybe there's just one star in the sky.
Harbor it, keep it, you and I.
Our secret gem, our weekend retreat,
char on the path to which we sneak.

A day of rememory of the crisp night air.
12:10 in the woods; sweet speech in my ear.

Drissle turns to downpour which electrifies the dark.
A towel dabs a leak where the roof splits with bark.

I vaguely remember slipping into a taxi.
A light! Our star! Seen from the back seat.
Another! Two stars? And more, and more
lining the way to my front door.

Too many! That's enough!
They are burning my face! 
Oh no! Oh dear!
And it all went blank.


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The Twerker And The Jerk

Dominique was hotter than a pistol and she loved to twerk.
Harold was a super ugly high tech dot-com first class jerk.
When he saw her twerking on the dance floor he got a teepee boner.
When she found out that he had beaucoup money, he was a goner.
After a very short courtship and a whole lot of horizontal polka;
they got married, lived lavishly and his friends thought he was a sucka.
Harold had more money than a crooked politician so their marriage went on.
Even when he turned eighty, Dominique’s dirty dancing gave him a rock hard bone.
Be it love, lust or perversity, Dominique and Harold are still together living very happily.
Lust and greed are both deadly sins, but at least here on earth they have compatibility.


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Disarmed by Beauty, Vanquished So

                            She wipes the sleep from her misty eyes
                               With fragile hands and polished nails;
                                 And modestly as maidens do--                                                
                                          Femininity prevails!

                              And the coffee she has sweetly brewed,
                                 Too hot, thus earns a gentle blow;
                            Then is sipped with last night's ruby lips,
                                           And delicately so.
                          
                                I am weakened by her waking eyes
                                   And by the spill of golden hair;
                              Just a vanquished foe, and quartered,
                                      In both fever and despair. 
                          
                                 For I am fallen on this battlefield,
                                  And cannot win so grand a fight.
                             This Knight disarmed, and in disgrace--
                                   Will rest in chains, come night.
                        


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The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Irony of Love

She says she’s ugly;
He says she’s
pretty.

She thinks she’s
weird;
He thinks she’s
unique.

She thinks she's no
one;
He thinks she's
someone.

She sees herself
low;
He sees her high.

She always blend in;
To him she always
stands out.

She considers
herself unlikable;
He considers her
lovable.

Ironic thinking
might turn out to
same feeling. 


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Stitching of Two Souls

I would like to mend yours and our life into a single stetch.
Into that of dreams impossibles but moment of memories.
Times of love and desires passions burning from inside.
Our souls craving each others emotions and our thoughts run wild.
Wanting to touch your curves I feel your skin lightly.
My fingers, the tingles you find yourself twitching to.
My lips at tug of you gently as I kiss your neck with authority.
You feel my control as I caress you and tease you.
That of love's devotion I give to you all of my being.
By my heart, I give to you for life to care for.


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L O M L Always

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


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Letter to taeljejohn

uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on charges inherent in this googly eyed, earth-linked, kool hotmail of a yahoo) would be un liked!

Juno what i mean? 

In retrospect, no matter that this average boyish chap desires enjoyment, he admits that ordinary punctuating various stages of development difficulty coping found him msn (miss sin, missin, missing, et cetera) on ordinary interpersonal experiences!

No matter yours truly usually finds me each morning, noon or night conjuring up maximizing temporary residence on this planet earth versus bemoaning those futile and essentially counterproductive mind games sans could a, might a, should a, would a...

today = the moment to cherish, enjoy, help others, ponder the remaining years
since fruitless to expend tears
for suppressed emotional, financial, grammatical, hormonal, physical, and spiritual angst
 that roiled mine inner sanctum - mainly from decades in the past
   which unseen scars with humor this fellow (who by the way likes you) wears!

Notice the sly inclusion of my comment per -- affinity, desirability, rhapsody for you
although just but a mere inkling prevails about an ye taelje john thru
a rather contrived manner - albeit an online adult oriented website - amongst a slew
which yields to this bipedal hominid a scant few
initial responses - as if a ghost app paired in the recipient email - going boo
which unwittingly seems to turn the ivy blue!

So...no matter a constancy of follow-up electronic communiques occurs from ye
bringing tears of joy, that nobody can see
while simultaneously delivering digital glee
a reality check restrains proclivity and predilection to let thoughts run wild and free!

Immense and immeasurable mounts in moi little rock
inducing an electric arc for myself to kin neck embedded in all this schlock
for a sixth sense arises that this holme body strongly suspects yar self 
 to generate sunny watts as an s spy she lee Sherlock

but, reticence to gush with ebullience reins in a cascade
of utter delight washing o'er this less than satisfactory mwm 
 who as a boy and youth happened to b a frayed
of his own shadow - while walking along the boulevard of broken dreams
 listening to the sounds of silence on a green-day.

Thus => the following from one 

Cerebral being ™ in the am and pm
 
This ordinary human
Finds himself a mystery
Within the terrestrial
Firmament and frequently
Feels in a feverish pitch
At his existence
That seers the temple
Mounted upon this slender
Frame - wrought by the
Combination of genetics
In tandem with exercise
Which latter helps to
Sublimate the coiled 
Tension wound tightly 
Like an indestructible spring 
Without a healthy medium at large 
To channel emotions fraught within
Me might find demise
That would rent asunder literate fellow 
And thus annihilate without a trace
One true valued father of two us special
Lovely lasses as just another statistic among 
The obituaries!
 
As the world turns (indiscriminately oblivious of the harrowing days per one simian), an agreeable, amiable, edible, immeasurable, likeable, pleasurable, sensible woman (such as yourself - predicated on a gut level intuition) goads more seriousness to share

Plaintive unheard heart strings o mine that wail
Displeased with this marriage fraught with travail
As if in a maelstrom whip-lashed vessel without a sail
Yet - averse to lambaste or rail
Against abby (whereby we pass like two ships in the night) who married this male
When each of us happened to seem more similar 
   And thought each ourselves to fail
At any endeavor, though now confidence 
   Buoys my heart while she doth ail

And exemplifies attitudes, beliefs, efforts, 
   Idiosyncrasies, pathos that life does rot
Ill suited to Matthew Scott, 
   Whose bon vivant manifesting faith in him
   Perhaps from herself deferring many domestic 
   And child rearing tasks not
Of course being boasting - even when scissoring the umbilical cord
   As a now beaming papa, whose daughters 
   Blithely ignore "mother" a lot
Thus necessitating this quest 
   For a counterpart to offer succor 
   To eden (age 16) and shana (14 on february 4th, 2013) 
   Yet accepts that i must dispel any dreamy fantasy even this ours - a mere jot
At this juncture knowing full well how unwise to set myself up for disappointment
   By thinking and rushing like a fool, 
   Where angels fear to tread
   Though "chutzpah" i got!

U r slowly filling my mindscape with joy
Thank you so much - for accepting without complaint how atypically words this writer wannabe 
   Named Matthew Scott Harris dozen ploy.



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Tribute to Robert Frost

I....
It was as if he had given me a new pair of glasses
Brand new eyes with which to see the world
The world in a different light....
Or perhaps he had given me brand new shoes....
Like walking through old words with brand new feet
His love of beauty in the every day, in every man...
Putting into my mind, pictures of a country road, or a sky of slate
Rural images, ...such simple things...in ways I could relate
Reflected in each verse, each line, that bears his name...

II....
Granted....I won't find such fame
Yet, he gave me the wonder of it all...
So when inspired from the first...
The first time that I read his verse
I felt a need to share and tell....
Finding beauty in the small...
To see the detail....to see the line...
To see a moth's fine wing against the vine...
Beauty in the smallest thing....and make it mine
To let the words inspire me...and take me to a different time

III....
A wintry mile, where pigeons in the snow
Softly as their whirring wing-tips throw
A frost-dust as they wheel and light
Or....could it be as simple as a tree?
When leaves turn scarlet as an ember
An orchard filled with apples ripe for picking
Or people and old times remembered....

IV....
With each poem he wrote, ...he gripped me tighter
I want to put my words to paper
The caper of a kitten's whisker....
A thing of beauty in the simple thing
That makes me write and hearts to sing


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Love's Dream

When I see you I fall in love all over again. 
The closeness I feel it's excitement uncontested. 
To feel you next to me is like heaven real. 
As I find myself lost without your feel. 
The feel of your skin, to hold your hand. 
To breathe your scent and kiss your lips. 
I find myself falling in love all over again. 
To hold you tight I await my time in life. 
But missing you is a natural occurrence it seem. 
The dreams I have, the plans I dream. 
I want more than I bare just waiting your love. 
But most of all, my heart flutters with life. 
And loving you is a dream come true. 
As everyday, love's dream of being two.


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Only on the Coasts of Africa

Give me the horn to blow
The shores of sand and sun
While the birds sing and fly
The children run and jump

Give me the net to fish
The seas of the brave
While the canoes hoist their flags
The men drag their nets

Give me the tune for the African melody
The smoke of the fire are here
While the women prepare the catch
The family gathers by the fire side

Give me the coasts of Africa
The entrance of the love 
While the mighty still stands
The people will mend the nets of peace


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Scarlet Creature

This is the kind of creature that goes out into the night to steal bricks to build its' niche.
It more than crosses a courtesy line. Happens more in  the winter;other seasons just fly by.
Swift as the bitter wind the creatures must move as the gypsies do. They must borrow as the thieves pulling out every trick up each sleeve. 
Maddened by the stars, they follow them like arrows of direction. Cheaters!
Must be nice having nature direct their worst behavior. 
The Harlot Scarlet of the night is so beautiful any family would give away their hard earned bread, their last. Clearly getting robbed impeccably as
it goes without notice. But what is seen is never told in eyes of gold. 
Another win for creatures of night.


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SOUNDS

                 




              Morning came as whispers in my ear slowly says echoing I love you
  The embrace and let go of the warmth of the sun and sheet move it was a cue
         The voice echoing that whispers in my ears again says do you hear that?
                 The gurgle of the coffee, and the smell of caffeine in the air sat
             A determine voice still echoing says it is time for you to get up my love
                         As I open my eyes I look outside as I see one dove 
              Cooing me, and it's bright white feathers has gotten my attention
     As I looked around my dream of my love disappears as it put me into depression
                  A sadness crackled into my heart, and a discerning look came to
            I wake up every morning hearing her voice in the summer morning dew


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The Beauty Within

The Beauty Within When a heart is kind Goodness seeps into your mind Peacefulness flows all about As the inner beauty turns inside out When the kindness of the heart is given Energy flows with life worth living All living life comes from the Lord His inner beauty keeps us in accord That glorious beauty of nature Shows God’s kind heart so pure The beauty is an unspoken love That comes from our Lord above When we begin to focus On God’s beauty all around us A sense of peace will slowly start As you feel the goodness of God’s heart It is all the glory of the Lord’s Gracious beauty of His innards Kindness begets kindness like a friend Pouring out all the beauty from within Not everyone can see inner beauty As we all look at others differently Only within the eyes of the beholder Will the true beauty begin to smolder A person is not seen by their outer shell That’s how I see it as far as I can tell A bitter heart that deceives like a crook Appears ugly no matter how great you look Let your heart be kind and always shine Your inner beauty all of the time! Florence McMillian (Flo)


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The Sweetest Compliment- My Blog on FB Musings

	The day before I posted a picture on my Facebook page that I thought would bring criticism my way. It was the picture fuller sized woman, sitting on a wicker chair. The controversial bit? She was stark naked. The beautiful bit? She was gorgeous….rolls and curves and everything! She was sitting sideways with one of her legs over the arm of the chair. Her long auburn hair cascaded down to cover those bits of her that needed covering. All you could see were curves and rolls. The article that went with it was about acceptance of fuller bodied women. It was a humorous write which compared whales to mermaids in response to a sign posted on the door of a gym, “Would you rather be a mermaid or a whale?” Anyway, it resonated with me because I used to be called a dolphin. I’m VERY free and graceful in the water. I LOVE to swim. Now….I resemble another aquatic mammal which, though large,….is still graceful and beautiful. You GUESSED IT…the WHALE! ;) Anyway…the article was AMAZING. I loved it and I posted it, knowing as I did so that the conservative Christians in my church group would find it…..disconcerting, to say the least.
	The next day, I posted a picture of myself, which happens to be my current avatar. I love snapping pics and this pic was one that I particularly liked. My hair is flaring out all around my face. You can’t see it here. The caption? BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT. A little while later I got a message in my inbox by a really good Brazilian friend of mine who was part of the staff at the university where I teach. His comment? 
“The latest pic you posted: hot!! but I could not post this comment there, hehehehehe so im messaging it.” I messaged back that I thought so too, and it really helped that the woman had such a pretty face. In my mind I was going to tease him and say, “Oh, you mean the pic of me?” but I never got the chance because this was his next message: “btw i was talking about your pic!!! hehehe but that other one is pretty hot too!!!!” 
	I was beside myself. How can I explain the joy that it gave me to read that? Now you all must be thinking one of two things: 1) shame on her for sharing his personal message (HE KNOWS. I TOLD HIM I WOULD) 2) what does that have to do with us?
	I’m having a hard time coming to grips with the fact that I’m aging…with the fact that I’m not the woman I used to be…with the fact that the world sees only skinny as beautiful. A compliment like that gave such a boost to a woman who is struggling with body image issues. You never know what words can do for someone’s self-esteem….especially words for a dear friend. Marcelo has been and continues to be a very dear friend. He made my day yesterday. I’m here to say….don’t hold back on words of affirmation. Of course, think of the context…and appropriateness.  I’m still flying high on his words. I will for a while…it will give me the impetus I need to be that woman I was….that I still am on the inside!
Eileen Manassian Ghali


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A Jewel With An Unquenchable Radiance

I saw a female being Shining bright like a diamond Staying atop the cloud as she rules the heavens Making the sun stand still and putting a pause to the rains as the entire world look up above in admiration, in awe and in wonders. pure and modest in her rule innocent and natural in her gaze weakening and tender is her smile but powerful and charming is her beauty Her scent so magical and epic forcing a change to the laws of nature. World kings with their chariots and legions cannot match the strength of her touch wild and intimidating beasts bow in cowardice to the glorious effect of her radiance. Her confident steps direct the winds and her outstretched arms elongate the day. Her emotions- a perfect antidote to disasters and her sweet care, a great comfort for the night. Just the silk of her cloak and the decoration of her embroary; her long, straight, light but shy hair on a well bordered, spotless and fine face all tremble the strong and dumbfold the wise Perfumes from America can come from the aroma of her skin, the cleansing water from the dead sea can have healing powers with her tears. A beauty beyond words and expressions an attractive force creating wishes from all gender to taste the kiss of her lips; from both Adults and infants to cling to the satisfaction of her breasts. Even Nature admits to its defeat of her and no form of her, reduces her glow. In happiness, confidence and peace, she's like a new fresh Camilla full of nectar In sorrow, mourning and depression she's like a new lamb-tender, soft and affectionate. Come to my nest O ye Queen butterfly cos I'll not stop singing of your praise until I'm blessed with your shining light


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The vacation

Vacation, boy  I need to vacate……
This American Dream stuff gives me a headache.
I want to go the land that created the existence of man…. Africa
So rich in culture such a strong love for life. my feet must touch the soil
of the royal…
Black is the color where there I’m a part of the majority; no longer in America where 
I am considered a minority. 
Minority… huh my spirit is greater than that, which is why it’s yearning to go where 
god’s beauty is at.
God’s beauty takes over, give you time to think about the true meaning of life and 
not the life I am trying to make. 
No pressures, no demand, no deadlines, no bills, no deals just god n me on the 
motherland of life.
Vacation… huh will I return? I must think this through twice. for the first time in my 
life I will feel like…
I finally came home.


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IF I HAVE A MILLION DOLLAR

If i have a million Dollar,
I will take care of the poor
Make their heavy burden lightened.
I will put smiles on their faces
Of the hopeless and challenged the tyrants.
Cut down their ego and marry their daughters.
If i have a million dollar
I will never be proud rather i will create
An employment to the unemployed,
I will make the oppressor kick the bucket.
I will take care of the motherless babies
Return smiles to the prisoners.
Take care of my mother because she is my gold and the reason i am alive.
If i have a million dollar,
The beggars will never be forgotten
I will change their cloths and make them happy.
I want to be remembered for good
In the right hand side of history. 


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THAT NOTHINGNESS EXISTS

It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a bountiful food

I do not meanly the falsehood
and concealing the truth 
I do not create mischief
and trouble in my homeland
I am created from nothing
and nothing is me
and that me is secret to itself

A secret that Allah kept to discover
where I shall believe is true
nothingness is only seen from nothing
that nothing exists to prove I am nothing
that nothingness exists
in my existence it is indeed nothing
I do exist as nothing.

As I shall always need to believe
that my life would be restored
it is upon my life’s death
that Allah will teach me what I do not know
He will teach me who knows nothing
that nothing is indeed me
and without Him I really mean nothing!


UCA, Kota Kinabalu,
Sabah
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435


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For Laura

My best friend, 
Through shining days and endless nights I remember our times, when we laughed and played as if nothing mattered. If I could just make you that happy again. You are beauty and grace, Flawlessly you hold your own. I only wish you didn't feel you must hold all inside. If I could show you, you could trust me. Lean on me. Throw all your sorrows upon me so I could carry them so you won't have to. Lay your world on ,y shoulders and I will hold you up. I am amazed and astounded by the way you still push on even when you feel like giving up, still you hold on. When things fell apart, And you cried and felt alone, I wish I could have been there and held you and brought you peace-brought you sweet relief. I wish I could have saved you from the pain when the emptiness took hold; but still, you kept going. I only wish I could measure up, even in the slightest bit. When the pain seemed to never end and you fell down broken, torn, and shattered on the ground-I can only ever pick you back up and be by your side as I have sworn. I wish I never made you hurt, I wish I never made you cry. And I'm sorry the scars that wrap themselves around me cause you so much harm. I don't want to drown you in anymore sorrow
I don't want to pull you down, though I do, and I fear I'll lose you because of that. I can't do much and maybe I'll never be enough, but it's all I have to offer. I'll always remain by your side, ready to pick you up when you fall, ready to give you my arm when you need someone to hold onto.  Place to rest your head when you need to cry-even with my cracks and my breaks, and chips and flaws I'll still be around  for you as they matter not to me. And I'll keep you up as much as I can. I hope only that I do not fail you, and let you fall. 
To see you smile, you truly happy, is my greatest wish. I would give my life up for you. You; my dearest closest friend, are beauty and grace, you are flawless and perfect to me. Just take my hand
Be not afraid and know you are never alone. Do not ever feel you are on your own, I'll never leave your side; for you, there, always I will be wanting to make you smile, wanting to make you happy. Please do not feel sorrow, do not feel alone, you've never let me down now let me do the same. I love you more than I can express, more than I can show. You are my greatest friend, You are my sister, You mean so much and more. You amaze me every day, With your smile and hope, with your strength and grace, with your words and eloquence, I always feel a sense of envy But it'll never matter much for I cherish you and all you are far too much.
You are beauty and grace, you are flawless.


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The Eagle Escapes from the Chicken Pen

A little bit before the usual time
My mind dawned in spite of the short time dozed
I didn’t even plan to have it as I have
But least known to my thoughts
Today was the day long destined by fate to be mine

A few minutes passed as current affairs sipped into my mind 
Then somehow a pen found its way to my hand and with it I jotted the recipes
That was a few minutes to four a.m.
Least known to me the journey had begun

By the time my mind had emptied the facts on paper
I saw clearly that I couldn’t be a moment late
Yesterday my horoscope warned me against Sagittarius’ cautious ways
Since today seemed to be the day
I decided to let my carelessness spirit me away

Events driven frantically by rampaging heartbeats
Moments devoured hastily by anticipating anxieties
Scenery changed as did the imagery
And as magic would have it, here I now am
In a reality hundreds of miles away from yesterday’s realities
Seated on a bed in a cheap yet comfy boarding room
Planning, plotting, anticipating the beauty and liberties of a new reality

Today I feel free
Today I thank my spirit for driving me to this bliss
Today I seize the opportunity to crystallize my dreams
I am in the wake of my destiny
And for that I indeed do believe divinity endows me 
Tomorrow I hope to be led to the nest where my dreams shall be hatched

Today the eagle brood over by a chicken
Has escaped the meagre chicken pen to the beauty of freedom
Today the eagle is soaring free in the sky where it belongs
The sky where the spirits of achievements are high

Today I feel the wind soothe the muscles beneath my wings 
Today I feel the strength of my feathers
I have hope! I believe even more in my dreams
Today has washed away all my past sorrows
Today I forever bar away yesterday’s pains
And only usher in the joys of tomorrow
Today and the many today’s that shall follow
I shall live as only I can

Finally, my time to live has come
And to live I shall, only in the greatest way I can
Finally, I am glad to be a part of the heavens I used to see above
Finally, I’m rid of the worries those contented to be on the dust have
Finally, I’ve risen to earn my rights 
Finally, I can honestly thank and say I’m glad


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Dragonfly-the miracle insect

Dragonfly-the miracle insect

Oh… Dragonfly, the miracle insect
You are the symbol of change and self realization 
Source of mental and emotional maturity, 
Your scurrying flight across water 
represents an act of going beyond the surface
glance at deeper implications and aspects of life. 
Your agile flight and its ability to move in all six directions
Exclude a sense of power and poise
this can be seen only with age and maturity.
Your speed at amazing 45 miles an hour
Hover like a helicopter and fly backward like a hummingbird,
Fly straight up, down and on either side
Your wing strokes elegance and grace just like a veteran ballet dancer
You are wonderful and exhibits Iridescence both on your wings as well as body
It is kaleidoscopic 

Your eyes are wonderful  
most amazing and awe inspiring sights
You can see in all 360 degrees around 
That symbolizes the uninhibited vision of the mind
And ability to see beyond the limitations of the human self

You are innocent and harmless, not bite 
To Japanese you are a symbol of summer and autumn
And admired and respected all
Samurai use you as a symbol of power and best of all victory
For Chinese you are a symbol of prosperity, harmony and as a good luck charm 
To Native Americans you are a sign of happiness, speed and purity
because you eats from the wind itself
Those may be the hidden facts that you have inhabited our planet for almost 300
Million years!  

Jayaratne Weerakkody


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Under the African Skies

I stand gazing across the vast plains of Africa
Plains empty of man-made monsters, 
Filled only with God’s beauty and grace

The stillness of the beauty fulfills me
I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the pure air-The air is sweet and refreshing, 
The smell of life, brought only by the heavenly rain on our African soil
I watch the sun take its place, casting away the clouds
As the dark clouds tumble away, the sky is filled with the beautiful spectrum of light,
My eyes feast on the mesmorising colours of the rainbow-This is the symbol 
Of God’s promise to Africa
As I gaze at this colourful ghost of life I realize 
The true pot of gold of this rainbow is Africa.

I kneel on the soil, running it through my fingers, 
Each grain like a diamond and me the diamond digger
I close my eyes feeling the warm breeze blow through my hair
It carries the messages of all the creatures
Telling stories of the battles of the plains,
Those conquered, those lost and those still to come
It is the breeze of life, the life force that fills every living creature, connecting us all as one

As I shout out to the heavens the land is filled with my voice, 
Echoing like the deep thunder of the skies
I hear the calls of birds across the plains, a vast network of communication
I see a herd of antelope running and leaping through this maze of beauty

I start to run, sprinting until I no longer can
I stare into the face of the African sun as it bleeds to death, painting a red smile 
Across the glowing orange sky
Until, darkness
The night sky is illuminated with Africa’s sparkling jewels, 
The great kings of our past, watching over us and
Guarding our blessed lands

I lay back and close my eyes
The silence of the plains is a symphony to my ears,
Every individual blade of grass creating its own unique sound to the choir of Africa, Singing 
the songs of angels, 
Calling us home


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The Seductress is Hapless

Here she comes like shaft of the sun, walking,
As sullen eyes and widened mouth feast – 
Dubbed the slayer of love; the goddess of lust – all stalking
Libidinously like a fun starved beast
Beauty so hypnotic, enslaving whoever looked twice
Ensnared kings, drunks, gamblers and sorcerers
Ducked in her den as hankering pleasure floats itchy eyes – 
Loyal lovers of lusts and murderer of murderers

Oh! That glance, that peep, that squinty stare
Stolen and tattooed in intrinsic view 
They yearned and ogled the sorely rare
Beautiful seductress, damning all affluence in lieu
Of love; that cliché of emotional agony!
“Oh Madina! Come live in my gallery of thought”
All wooed – Could she be the protégé of Cleopatra’s progeny?
One kiss, one touch and one night they sought

Dressed in Roman negligee – escorted by colourful butterflies
Her footstep is melodious like sounds of hymns from David’s harp;
Distrait eyes unveils her body in pendulous sighs
Her covetous peers gathered careless ears - and would carp
Tales of her flirty beauty probing the voguish classic
Being, they burst the rumor bag! ‘Is it true she once killed death
With her breath - and her smile once deflowered a monastic’, -
Isn’t she the con-lover? Ah, her kinds are dearth!

Madina! Madina!! Madina!!! Watch out…
They awed as her poised step made a blooper
And fell off lurching zigzag the stairs – a feeble shout
That revealed her mask of beauty broke the order
Gleeful mockeries basked the puzzled spectators…
Her long hair had eclipsed herself from a polished glass
And toed face-down overwhelmingly at the feet of waiting fornicators
Broken bones and bruises dissolved her beauty; - all snubbed the lass


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WHEN TEARS FALL

When tears fall,
The world becomes dark and sultry
Upon the body and soul of the beholder.
The sound reverberated side by side as 
The emotions and feelings fall apart 
Flowers stings more than bee stings.
Pains hold down the brain,
Twist the vein and let the marrows
Fall between the under layers of the skin.

Look at me now,
Look at my inheritance separating
Just in seconds by a bubble
Water swinging merrily in the air.
Tears of hope are hard to fine,
tears of love dwells not in every eyes
In my eyes lies the tears of hatred 
and abuse but i know not of your eyes.
When tears fall from the eyes the heart has been broken.


when tears fall, the mourners are still mourning.
Elegy has been written in the country yard.
Soul had been lost, lost beyond the central 
Capital of hopes and drive to achieve that
Which the creator had destined it to achieved.


When tears fall cord had been broken 
A man had fallen while a woman laboured
To bring forth a son.
When tears fall,
The eyes has became weak 
Of seeing the evil hands of 
Men upon the righteous men 
To forgive becomes a sin.


Tears fall for a reason
Tears fall for a purpose 
Of achieving satisfactions and cleansing.
Be well my eyes evil will blind you not
Don't shade that which would shield my days to come.
My son shall see you blissfully
When he is sick,
My daughter shall behold you also 
During the altar call, pronunciation
of vows of wedlock.

Take care mother,
Disturb not your self for 
Nothing which worth nothing.
Your daughter await those tears on that night
She will be leaving with her husband,
Your son will seek the streaming down of those innocent
Tears when he will make you proud before the crowd.
Save those tears i beseech you mother,
For the unforeseen circumstance is yet to come.


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Caricature

The mouth, 
It enters with a crisp tongue and a spinning pendulum
Like a stick-shift on 4 pivots
Making its way through a flourishing garden
Delicious sounds wisp as smoke through pardons
Painting destructive criticism with delicate regard and
Proceeding as moth with flame, eyre in eyre
and skein in skein
Somewhere in the reigns, meaning becomes tangled in the wings
As it writes a story of friction
The diction of the beginning, end and enduring ambience
As was, is, and needn't admit 
It grips the listening agents and moves to the foregrounds of their lips
Roses blush from the insatiable pits of their stomachs
Breathing new life its first sentence
From the humbling utterances of syntactic structures
Modeled as people
Steepled in last years words
Mumbled and tumbled
Before you
As  
The word


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Harmony

I saw you today in the dust on the china cabinet. It was cloudy but the gray always makes the pigment of the trees more prevalent. The purple flowers reminded me of your wigs somehow. I never knew you when you had hair. Just a petite little thing with scarves tied around your head. You were so beautiful no matter what the time of day. April was raining this afternoon and I was too. But only for a moment when I saw your eyes in the shine of the teacups. Tea was always a favorite of yours.


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WINNERS FOR BEAUTY OF NATURE

BIG CONGRATS TO ALL WINNERS FOR 
... BEAUTY OF NATURE ... CONTEST

SO EXCITING TO READ YOUR WORDS OF BEAUTY POETS..

HOPE ALL WILL TAKE A MOMENT TO READ WINNING POEMS.

HANKXX FOR SUPPORTING MY CONTESTS ..

"SWEETHEART"


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REAL-EYES

O' how weary, the branches of the weeping willow tree,
would seem...
tears fall from the leaves,
and leaves such the scene;

...before the eyes.

Yet remembering the deepth,
inwardly...
to which the root of a thing goes,
leaves the expression
of just how strong
a weary looking thing can be.


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Sleeping With An Angel

As he enters the room, his mind freed from his past. Looking towards a bed. Such a thin 
shadows lays cast. On the angel that has taken the confines of his bed. Long, beautiful 
silk flowing from her head. He pushes the pen to the paper to release the selfish thoughts 
from his past. For she has shed a a new, bright light that is so beautiful and vast. He 
witnesses the angel with the blankets clutched to her side. A peaceful sleep has taken 
the place of the emptiness she once felt inside. Continuing to write, his pen bleeds ink 
onto this page. His mind lets go of the things that once caused him rage. Breathing in. 
Deep. Exhaling a new form of life. As he sits next to the angel laying on her side. He rests 
his hand onto hers, a spark ignited inside his soul. His heart grows warm as she melts 
the trials and tolls that have abused and tormented his core. His sleeping beauty lies 
with her eyes closed. A shimmer of hope released from her lips. As he rests his other 
hand at the edge of her hip. With his hand he brushes the silk away from her face and the 
purest form of beauty radiates.


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Stitching of Two Souls

I would like to mend yours and our life into a single stetch.
Into that of dreams impossibles but moment of memories.
Times of love and desires passions burning from inside.
Our souls craving each others emotions and our thoughts run wild.
Wanting to touch your curves I feel your skin lightly.
My fingers, the tingles you find yourself twitching to.
My lips at tug of you gently as I kiss your neck with authority.
You feel my control as I caress you and tease you.
That of love's devotion I give to you all of my being.
By my heart, I give to you for life to care for.


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TRAPPED IN THE FOG

Can somebody please explain to me?
Why is it that she hates what she sees?
A seemingly perfect life
She is forced to hide behind a smile
Scared to face the truth
With a glance in the mirror, she doesn’t recognize her own reflection
A young girl’s view so distorted she feels so lost
Terrified to disappoint, she forces herself to smile
The girl trapped inside, so desperate to break free
And with every passing moment, the beauty inside begins to fade
It fades further and further away
She has lost herself
So desperate to belong, yet she is unable to move on
Unaware of the damage she has caused, she lives in a dream
She is trapped in the fog
She continues to live her seemingly perfect life
Never showing the fear
Never showing the pain
Never showing the tears, she hides from herself
Her reality is one where the truth can no longer be found
Why is it that no one can see the beauty of the girl trapped inside?
Why it is that no one can see that this girl is me??


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Aphrodite

The goddess of love, beauty and sexual rapture,
Born out of the churning and foaming of
Severed genitals thrown into the ocean
Her beauty irresistible, joyous and glamorous
Was a concern of worry to her father Zeus,
Who married her off to sooty Hephaestus.
She loved and was loved by gods and mortals.
Adonis being the most famous of all.

With her charms Aphrodite still lives on,
Father Zeus no more worried about her.
Gods have retired from the earth as they
Are no longer interested in earthly beauty.
Adonis is available for the asking,
Sex - still the only method of worship.

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July 24, 2005. Never entered for any contest
Form: Narrative
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Any poem will do by Skat-A


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Frame Shot

Anyone can work a camera,
the ability to shoot and click.

It's another thing entirely
to find the shots no one takes.

The angle, to find beauty 
in the ordinary.

To look beyond the surface
and see the entire shot.

Ye we act the same way 
with people.
From mere acquaintances
to significant others.

To see the whole picture,
seeing beauty for what is beautiful.
Looking beyond the flaws
and nitpicking the weaknesses.

Ignoring those traits,
see the wonder beneath.
Sometimes it hides and it takes
a willingness to look for it.

To view it as a whole,
not picking apart the unwanted things.
To accept everything that is there,
for that is unconditional love.

It is required to see the raw beauty
without photo shopping,
seeing the perfect angle,
accepting your frame shot.


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The prostitute

 
The sun goes to sleep 
The night bring its blessings
All sort of palava duely peep
To gossip and chat with earnings
Impulses push conviction aside
Just  a drink or two 
Will have them chase like flies
Need not be for introduce or justify
An engagement will have it tied
Quite affordable you know the price
Put it in between then last your will
For the movement long lost meaning
Without blame on the situation
With the mind left to decide
So insulted  so misjudged
So cursed for every action done
But as soon as it falls again
They will run back here in terrible haste


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Sweet Memories of Norma From Susan

Sweet memories of Norma Come shining through There are just so many And I’d like to share a few We’ve been very best friends For about fifty three years Through the ups and downs With lots of laughter and some tears She has really been like A dear sister to me I’m even called Aunt Susan By most of her family In her life she has had Her share of difficulties Going through tough times, Illnesses and some disabilities But with her positive spirit And being a cheerful person She has always had a joyful heart That she shared with everyone As a single mom she worked so hard To raise her children and make a family And even when they were all grown They were always her top priority We worked and lived together Back some time ago Even when things got hectic She always seemed so mellow With any blockage in her path She found an opened door She always loved the bible And Christian music she’d adore Norma liked to take road trips And to her, the special one Was seeing the beautiful mountains On a trip to Washington She always had a hobby To sew, crochet or knit And with her special crafts She was indeed most artistic She was always able to make So many wonderful things By using her inventive mind She created beauty out of nothing She enjoyed good food And always liked to cook And some of her mom’s recipes She put in a handmade cookbook Yellow roses and chocolate pretzels Were things she liked the best But her grandchildren and loving pets Were better than the rest Though she was a little stubborn Some folks just might say For speaking her mind of what she believed But we loved her that way She was always there for Gracie By her side so close And being Dustin’s champion Her heart desired the most She kept a constant vigilance Sitting out in the hot sun Watching over their damaged home Of what the tornado had done Being outdoors was second nature With her skin tone you could tell Her natural beauty was clear to see And she had great legs as well A unique kind of soul With no one to even compare Always making us laugh And giving more than she could spare Dedicated to Norma Lee Ekstrom Written by Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Poetry Session

 

To the begining of my 
reaction, reality in front of 
my eyes during my 
commerce class beauty that 
defy simple epic reason

all this is a sensational blur 
dream to what i'd seen... 
the princess of my own 
thrown, she's all beauty 
made she radiates a toxine  

i stumble on a hesitant 
stummer as i speak,sorry 
its just dat i have'nt 
rehearsed any scenario this 
is lyk an explicit state of 
thought in my poetry 
session,but excuse me 
wifey we need take time to 
know each other 

if we kiss this becomes 
real, we can't just kiss we 
need rational reason to act 
and feel like that in my 
poetry session


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Beyond Desires

Beauty can be so enticing, 
seeing what we want, 
but not allowed to have.

The face is beautiful,
the body is curved for 
sexual appeal,
toned perfectly.

The figure is flawless,
the eyes are gorgeous.
Staring into pure beauty.

Yet is this want we want?
Is this all you see?

Anyone can work to have these attributes,
or even pay.

But where is the true desire?
After the physical appearance,
what do they have to offer.

What does the heart look like?
What does their mind really say?
Can the beauty of the heart compare
to the appearance?

What is it that we really seek?
Do we want the outer beauty that fades,
or do we want what lasts longer?

Sometimes we seek what we would rather
desire than what we truly need.

The needs might not have everything
desirable that we want.
The expectations aren't met.

Maybe what we desire
isn't what we really need.

Maybe what we need
is better for us.

Maybe what we need
is right in front of us.


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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An Artist's Dream

An Artist's Dream

Came from a huge family, a family of seven
Knew I was different, so different from the age of eleven
Why was this? I definitely can tell was a slow learner of
this I do know
Was the third youngest, stuck extremely to myself;
as time rolled on even though.

Everyone called me the quiet one and very tomboyish,
to the age of fourteen-fifteen
Watched all of my siblings, party, ramble and forceful with 
extreme measures it seems.
No one included me, so I made my own goal to set my own 
Someday I will go out west and learn to be some kind of artist
a dream.

This is how I became a pure country gal of purest heart and goals.
Within my own community and help little one's or older one's
with handicaps like mine,
Anyone that has ADHD or even ADD can reach anything with highest
self-esteem
I've walked many a mile and have a knowledge of learning new things.

And seeing all the beauty in nature and how the earth has evolved,
In many circumstances throughout biblical times; war times and many countries devastated beyond extremes
Does make this country gal purely invigorated and happy to live in
the country,
Where no crime or grime can touch my divine Christian old soul.

I'm truly a content woman walking in snowshoes to even make a snowman with a Pinocchio nose;
And have a Rudolf nose that makes even my nose turn red in coldest
weather.
Even love riding a sled downhill and fall off and make snow-angels
with my grand-children I truly adore,
They mean the world to me, much more than anyone knows.

Love painting popcorn different colors to hang on the tree
Home-made decorations goes an extra mile, even some baked goods
Entices everyone's tummies of shortbread cookies, gingerbread,
And all other specialties which I bake enthusiastically for everyone.
Anytime of the year; so I'll go many a mile to make anyone's life easier,
As easy as apple pie, raisin pie or even pumpkin pie.
For me life is a pure celebration of how happiness does really come within.

Written: Nov. 21, 2014
Eve T. M. Carter


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Ristorante Le Tre Sorelle

LE TRE SORELLE 


My favorite spot in Italy, and perhaps anywhere, was Ristorante Le Tre Sorelle 
in Positano. It was at the bottom of at least a hundred stone steps, just on 
the right, and right on the beach. A hundred steps seemed like ten, with 
delights for the senses on every step. Chic bikini shops with tan young clients, 
tiny pastry shops, ice cream vendors, mini-galleries, and lone musicians, all 
bathed in the soft bright sunlight of the Amalfi Coast. 

Le Tre Sorelle had affordable pasta and a priceless view. Between 
checkered tables and cobalt sea marched the ancient beauty of humanity in 
every form and state. 

Over espresso, we created names for people in this parade, to suit our 
fancy. “There is Mr. and Mrs. Cold Obtrusive boring Mr. and Mrs. Kind 
Receptive.”, we might say, or, “There is Mr. Old Fat Rich failing to interest 
Miss poor Young Georgeous.” Sometimes we would separate our unwitting 
victims into “should wear bikini”, “maybe should”, and “never should” 
classes. We made up other rude categories depending on how much wine 
we could afford with the affordable pasta. 

The challenge of youth in Positano was to find a place to sleep for free. 
Step one in this quest was to find a pretty girl who also had a hotel room. Step 
two was to persuade her to share it. Step three was to sleep on the beach. 

But the beach was duly patrolled by the Beach Patrol. So the trick was 
to dance in the last-open disco until everyone, including the Beach Patrol, 
were too tired to care. Then with luck, we could borrow some fisherman’s 
boat cover for the night, until the fisherman went fishing. Still, this meant 
one or two good hours of sleep. 

Besides, at sunrise, we could swim in the sea and chill ourselves awake, just 
long enough for the first espresso of another beautiful day, at Le Tre Sorelle. 

In spite of youthful nonsense, the crushing beauty of Amalfi, both human 
and stone, pressed it’s lovely wisdom deep inside our souls. 


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The feel of Love

It is there I sat here all alone.
As I think of a woman not here in my arms.
There my love lingers in blues.
As I fill the emptiness of my soul down deep.
It's there my heart longs for love.
As I miss a woman’s love.
It is years that has past since I have felt pure love.
But even more I have never had a first love.
But there I long to be near one to hold.
As I feel I have became a nun with no one to love.
As it is that I am getting none makes me feel alone.
Not having one to touch and show my true heart.
It is there my soul cries for someone to love.
As I think of my pain of not having you here.
It is there it drives me crazy out my mind.
Just thinking of the moments we could share.
As I think of your curves and beauty you portray.
It's there I would love you for hours in the day.
As you would have the best of even foreplay. 
That when the time came, you would be wet with excite.
Not just your juices from inside but the sweat that would fall.
As I would taste each flavor all the way to your inner wall.
As the both of us would find a passion of love from inside.
But most of all, we would love of the heart and soul.
As you would know the way you make me feel.
Just by my action and the words I say.
You would know you are love by a true man.
Only to show the same in return.
But there you would feel like never before.
Because I would love you all the way to the floor.
But you would have tingles you could not explain.
Just because it's me there next to you loving in many ways.
It's there I give you my heart forever in life.
If ever that day comes and I make you my wife.
I promise to always fill you with the love and joy in life.
And never forsaking the one I would like to be with for life.
But knowing it is your beauty that I strive each day.
As my heart beats for only you, I dream of the day. 


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just look to the sunrise in the east

She'll always be remembered for her golden hair
Youll never forget her grey green stare
But youll always forget her writing
Youll forget her words of fighting
Her poetry of crying
And her pleas of dieing
Youll forget her screams
But youll still see her in your dreams
Youll always remember the beauty but never the beast
Just look to the sunrise in the east
There you will find her rising with the sun in all her beauty
And all her fraility
You will see her there rising dead and alone 
With her wrist forever sown
If you look to the east where the sun shall rise
You will find her clensed of all the lies
You will find her price
Her sacrafice
What it took to make her whole
And because of what you stole
This beauty will fade away
But not her wisdom
For in her book it shall forever lay


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Morning Star

Across her village far deep in to the forrest Morning Star found peace and 
contentment. Here away from her village, the young girl enjoyed the daylight 
hours with the sounds and beauty of nature and it's animals. Beyond the forrest 
the mountains held a mystery all their own. Their beauty touched her soul and 
spirit yet they seems so far off to her.Her thoughts wondered what lay over them 
and what new world lay beyond those haunting peaks reaching to the sky.
    Suddenly the early morning was shattered by the sounds of gunfire. With all 
the men gone hunting no one was there to protect the village. Morning Star's 
thoughts were of not only the others in the village but of her mother and baby 
sister, she had to get back to them. Screams of women and children cut through 
the forrest as the scent  of smoke and the sounds of horses grew closer.  
Suddenly the sounds began to fade and only the smell of smoke remained. As 
she stood at the clearing, Morning Star saw what was left of her village. Unable to 
move as her eyes looked across the bodies of women and children laying all 
around. Tears filled her eyes as she walked by so many searching for her 
mother and baby sister, hoping that they had fled to safety. There in the dirt lay 
her mother clutching her baby sister, both dead. How could this have happened? 
How could the soldiers have done this to them?
  Morning Star placed a blanket over her their lifeless bodies and slowly walked 
away. Her life as she knew it was gone, dead along with her mother and baby 
sister. She was the only survivor.  Slowly she walked back into the forrest. Dusk 
was beginning and the forrest would keep her safe for the night. Tomorrow she 
would search for a way up to the mountains, there she would find a path to her 
destiny and what the spirits have chosen for her. She would be the only one to 
tell the story of all who had been lost this day. She would be the only one to keep 
their story alive for generations after this.


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Two Lights

Lonely shadows surround, life’s flickering light.
Meaningless and cold, they darken the night.

Empty desperation fills the night all around.
Yet wonder and beauty of life still abound.

One day soon, I hope will appear.
Another light’s flicker, for me to be near.

Another light shining forth, pushing shadows away.
To be with me for life, I hope she will stay.

Together our hearts will shine like the stars,
All the wonder and beauty to share will be ours.


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MIRROR.

     TINY FACE SMILING AT,
         REFLECT THE MIRROR.
     SHE WENT TO CORN FIELD,
         SILVER CORNS SANG LULLABY TO HER MERRY!
     SHE WEARED THE FLOWER'S HAT,
         THE MIRROR'S BEAUTY BEAUTIFUL.
     ONE MORN, SHE PUT ON A WHITE GOWN,
         SNOW WHITE QUEEN IN ME, MIRROR AMAZING!
      SHE SUNG A DREAM SONG,
         STRAWBERRYS SPRING FALL INTO HER BASKET.
     SMOOTH FINGERS WEAVING WREATH,
          FRISKING BEADS CAME INTO THE RIVER.
     SHE PREFERED FOR DOLLARYE FEST,
        PEARL AS LITTLE HEART EXPECTING WITH ZEAL!
     IN THAT DAWN, HER ROSY LIPS HUM,
         MIRROR BLOOMING FOR LITTLE BLOSSOM.
    UNRIVALLED BEAUTY STEPPING SLOW,
       PURE KISS TOUCH UPON, BYE FROM MIRROR.
    STAR DOLLS CIRCLED SNOW WHITE MOON!
     INEVITABLE HOUR! TERRIFYING GUN SHOTS!!!
   MANY DOLLS SLEEPING IN SILENT.
     CRIMSON HOARFROST COVERED SNOW WHITE BEAT.
   A LONELY MIRROR,
      WAITING  SNOW WHITE ARRIVAL!!!!!!


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Eye of the Beholder

The real beauty lies
Deep inside the beholders eyes
It goes beyond the surface of the skin
To what you have within
What is it that you hold dear
Do you live life without fear
Do you know the risks you take
In the choices that you make
Do you wear your heart upon your sleeve
Are you sure in what it is that you believe
Do you accept penance for your sins
Are you thankful for the chances you’ve been given
Do you love
Do you have compassion
Do you relish in the sun
This is where the beauty lies
In this beholders eyes

The End
By Greg P


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A Letter From Heaven

             
A little note to the ones that will miss me the most.
   I just wanted you not to worry I’m spending my time with our heavenly host.
He invited me to move in to this beautiful mansion He built.
   He said it’s next door to your mom, and yes she still makes quilts.
There is a million things here I can do.
   No more pain, and if you could see my new body, so perfect, so true.
Only in dreams could you imagine such a place.
   I cannot explain the awesome beauty of our Saviors face.
The most beautiful rivers and waterfalls abound.
   Only here in heaven can such beauty be found.
The trees are just loaded with fruit that are so sweet.
   They are for our enjoyment so delicious to eat.
If you wonder if I miss you, you know that I do.
   But I know I’ll see you soon when your days are all through.
Honey death held no pain actually it was a beautiful thing.
   You can put aside the fears of deaths mortal sting.
There is no sadness here or tears to be shed.
   Only happiness here will you ever be fed.
Well I guess I’d better go I’ve got things I must do.
   See you real, soon I’ll be waiting for you.