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Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Waves

The aching need to be near
The enduring pain no one could bear
Trying to control the mounting fear
As disaster strucked unaware.

Felt so alone, with no one there
Seeing the love ones drifted apart
But they could only see,
As they became the ocean's heart.

Who could express the lost they had?
Who could feel the heart hurting so bad?
Crying over a lost son who is just a little lad
They could do anything but bring him back.

Country shattered and torn
People left homeless
Mighty wave come and gone
Strong but merciless...


Details | Haiku | |

Trees of the Lord

The trees of the Lord
Full of sap and evergreen
Planted by waters,

Spreading out their roots
Even when drought comes with heat,
Still, will yield their fruit.


Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 wha'th'a?
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 shoot! 
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ya'here?
 besides...
 ta'days father's day!" 



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










Details | Blank verse | |

Cedars of Lebanon

Tree of honor born from the cedars of Lebanon
No seed does it drop and it not know where
Absorbing the heat to provide a haven of shade
Seasons and storms cause no threat
No cutting words can perpetrate its bark
A sapling mirrors its sway in the daystar’s light
Majestic and true, august and firm
Friendly and kind always waving never wavering
Never can the seed of this produce anything but a Cedar of Lebanon


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Narrative | |

Look Memaw

Look Memaw!

I went outside when my grandson called me.
Down the wheelchair ramp I walked while looking.
I glanced all around, left and right, searching.
Then, I heard it, his wee small voice saying,
“Look, Memaw, I am up here in the tree!”
To my surprise, I had to look way up.
Not ten feet, not twenty feet, thirty feet –
Yes, tiny as he is, he climbed that high.
Afraid to show alarm, that he might fall.
I laughed and said, “What are you, my primate?”
“What’s a primate?” he asked curiously.
“A monkey, a primate is a monkey.”
After I responded, he replied, “No.”
With great pride, adding, “I am a tree frog.”

© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen



© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Narratives Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Catie Lindsey


Details | Couplet | |

Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


Details | Lyric | |

Mirrorred Refrain-GOD GAVE US LOVE FREELY

Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?


Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"


Details | Free verse | |

Wisdom of Heights---Climb with Me

This morning
bells toll
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know 
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living 

trees
earth
and sound
survive sadness
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
of sky
air 
mud 
and water
as it loses 
to a force

some days...

this morning
it wins
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE

and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
perfections will
and forever will
prevail

people
so arrogant 
we choose to destroy 
but how can we concentrate 
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
urging
as father urges child
"get up!"
"move on!"
"stand on two feet!"
"breath child!"

he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger 
as the path warns and wears
thrusting
driving this cosmic ship 
of no loses
only tiny
arrogant setbacks

and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Orchid

The Orchid
As the orchid blooms its long beautiful flower
The perfume of which fills the air hour by hour
The strength in its leave when open from bud
No decay just a little wrinkle as in age it should
 
If Orchis the son of the nymph and satyr
Had not drunk of the vine and showed his desire
As he drank long and hard at the feast of Dionysus
His eyes fell on a priestess and caused all the fuss.

He wanted her, was his drunken decree
And he didn’t care if she didn’t want he
He coveted the priestess as he drank by the hour
Determined he was soon her going to deflower.

His advances she said she would not take
But he did not listen and her he would make
But for this insult to a revered priestess
The gods were determined he’d pay for her distress

He would not go unpunished this was THEIR decree
And ripped limb from limb they decreed he would be
The bacchanalians did tear him apart and justly so
He should have accepted the priestess she  said NO!

The father of Orchis prayed the Gods would restore
The son that he loved and would for evermore
After they listened to the prayers of a father distraught
The Gods returned Orchis not as a man but as a flower they thought.

Orchis became the flower with the strange sounding name
Whose beauty enchants and its perfume does the same
The orchid, the bulbs shape we will recognise today
The part under the body, where a man likes us to play.

© 9/02/2013/~GG~


Details | Free verse | |

Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide, 

when I pulled on the slide,

 on the airplanes opening door partition, 

I had took the time, 

without being sublime,

 to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, 

Maybe he had thought it pure jest,

 his bulging eyes processed, 

as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,

 His body had spun, 

his look registered stunned, 

like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,

 It was expected of the youngest born,

 before Thanksgiving morn, 

to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,

 after a mighty and fierce war, 

with piles of blood spilled galore, 

he registered a look,

 that I mistook, 

as if my demands were patently absurd, 

After the last desperate howl, 

of the game but defeated fowl, 

he would drag the beast back to where we were living, 

and as hard as he was able, 

slam it down on the dinner table,

 and holler loudly, "To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!


Details | Rhyme | |

Safely Home

.
                                           Morning drive
                                        Dark, scary,arrive
                             Relief, going home early sunrise
                    Red on the horizon looking to eastern skies
                  Now no clouds or impurities that could disguise
                           As I bid grandson loving shaloam
                                  On the road again roam
                                           Safely Home




(Trois Par Huit is not on the list..
Entered as Rhyme>>)
(My grandson who lives with
me has gone to work..I am
having to transport him..It
is dark when I leave home
every morning..)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...

I was weak a young victim a surely misled...




 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...

Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...




 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"


For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...


My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...


Details | Free verse | |

Sincerity - A Gift Of Healing Through Gods Loving Light


 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

How fortunate am I
for the beauty of love I see in others
A gift so priceless my soul elate                       
reining down from God our Father

with summer lighting in sky of fear 
and winters cold unknowing 
by your side I stand in armor
as life storm leave shrouds of pain

in confusion I shield a weakened heart
with words that simply encourage
for each I cuddle with warm compassion
with song of love and grace                                          
 
...of sunbeams that shine endless light
the heart gift show loving patter 
O' the glorious grace that fills my heart
for each soul sincerity shower

_______________________________________
Contest ~ "Love Me Why"
Poet ~ Rick Parise






Details | Free verse | |

To Mother-Nature

I seek immortality in two days’ life, Preserve me mother-nature,in your greenary. I seek no mutability My destination is not grave, Save me mother-nature, in your lap. I seek peace in your surreal beauty, Permit me mother-nature,to play with your colours. I seek longevity like that old mountains, Entwine me mother-nature,in your essence. I seek no disappearance like that morning dew, Let me flow mother- nature,with that river. I seek joys In your broader chest, Hug me mother-nature,with your strong boughs.
[to my mother and also to beautiful nature ]


Details | Verse | |

The Son

I was once kissed by the sun
Caressed in oils my breasts bathed free
like growth in my womb
kissing the moon
Capturing my true essence
unmasked, plain, pure

Naked in love my insecurities 
gave birth to my esteem
But then I became free 
from the taunting and ridicule of 
socieity's template of me
by adopting a new personality
One that reflects the real me

I like poetry I like to sing
I understand my spiritual need
I like love
I like the breeze
I like rhythm and passion
and long lasting nights of 
random acts of sensual moments that 
awaken parts of me previously repressed
The love I feel  is so unrest

I was once kissed by the sun
It's power gave me light and enabled my writing to become
spoken words
leaving footprints on the ink in my pen
Some of thoughts escaped through actions of sin
Unspoken words just thrown away 
Never spoken, or written again

Awakened by the sun 
all drenched in it's heat
Praising it's soure of power 
and embracing humility
Giving what I have to give
Learned to let go it's easier to forgive
We strive for riches but lest we forget
the richness of the sun
Each day be thankful for his son


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Than-Bauk's 1

River in spate
Ruler’s great  speech
Our fate unhinged.

Afternoon  sun
Only son comes
When none expects.

The pain that sends
A chill bends will
And rends the heart.



Details | Lyric | |

My Hero

My Hero 

You would tuck me in at night before you went to work, like your back didn’t hurt from your day job that you didn’t put first. 

We didn’t have much, but not much was enough because I had my hero’s love. 

Your courage fed me and led me to believe that you where unstoppable. 

When you have a hero that’s a queen like Berlene, your dreams are not impossible. 

Your guidance is like a lot of food that Bertha would make. 

Smelling the food I would ask “Did you bake me a cake?” 

But my hero would prepare all the plates as the elders talked about 
service today. 

Just like James & James I want to remain a king.  

Tally and Mr. Alex will teach you a thousand things.  

I would write it all down, now I have a pile of dreams.  

My hero deserves a cape. 

My hero thinks about the people that they can help today and tomorrow. 

My hero stands tall but would knell to the man who stands spiritually taller. 

You taught me that a person that put’s God first will remain guarded. 

I thank Fathers that strive to teach their kids to pray harder and stay stronger so our problems would one day stay flawless. 

I thank Arthur for being a hero but a man first.  Monk was a monk because every decision he made, he planned first. 

My hero ensured my safety, never told me what I can’t be, and still made me feel like a baby. 

My hero is amazing watch me grow up and be a mirror image.  

I even searched for my hero secret ingredient; I threw up to many times eating too much spinach. 

When I was  finished, my hero told  me to wash the dishes. 

My hero taught me love, unity, knowledge; and we still have a great friendship.  

I see my hero from a clear view and will never put my hero in my rear view. 

Even if I move a thousand miles away, my hero would drive a thousand miles today, to tell me dinner is ready and I need to wash my face.  

My hero is people I watch today.  

If you are influential, motivated, educated, and can add the seasoning to a Sunday dinner you are a hero.  

Either to yourself, your family, or a little boy who was once too short to even look through the peep hole.  

My hero has no ego, just represents strength, courage, and 
wisdom like an eagle.  


Details | Free verse | |

Serenade

Like the first dawning 
dew drops
Like the fresh scents
of morning
Like cut grasses in
spring time
Like a flower 
in new bloom

Your beauty enfolds me
Engulfs and abounds me
Completely unveils me
Makes my heart cry for more

Like the depths of your
valleys
Like the gushing of 
geisha's     (hot springs)
Like the turn of the
ocean
Trickling streams 
down the mountains
Like the mists upon 
Snowdon
Gently rise 
Gently fall
 
Guess not often
I tell you
Just how much 
you mean to me
That my life 
would be worthless
Without you to adore
 
Yes, I'm saying
I love you
And I hope you
are listening
For it seems like 
a lifetime
To speak out
surface and soar
 
Like the eagle 
flies on wing
Like the clouds
In the Heavens
Like trees
rustle above
My life trembles
with passion
Let me show
my adoration
My courtship and 
fondness 
My sweetest amore


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sea Waves

All waves rise from the sea,
Sons of the mother sea,
Running hard, for her to see,
Pouring heart, for her to see.

Along with kins they see,
Mother, the beauty sea,
Beats for their mother, the sea,
To fathom the beauty sea.

Sons rise and fall to see,
Then tilt and turn to see,
Their mother, the lovely sea,
Their mother, the pretty sea.
©Anees Rahman


Details | Lyric | |

Moon Light Bright

                                                     Moon Light Bright.

                                                Oooh you shine so bright 

                                in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, 

                                       that helps you dominate the night sky 

                                                with your dens chilling light 

                    which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night,
 
                                                  without a single flashlight.

                                        Theo I wish on every day and every night 
 
                            nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright.



Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith K. Relf


Details | Free verse | |

a spec on a screen

i attempt to take a breath as structure slips away,
two lips and a whisper changed a universe today,

patterns contort and minds tilt ajar,
my soul is dumbfounded in sight of this art,


head in the clouds, where home isn't far,
seems ages away, knee deep in the stars,

i know not, the language,
i can not define,
but i know that its coming,
it's growing, it's mine.



Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Perch

Man in the moon is
Fishing for seasonal fish
From the harvest perch

(My grandson who lives with me said that he saw a man fish in Raul's "Reflections" picture.)


Details | Free verse | |

SEXY FRENCH GIRLS encounter an American 15yr old boy

FRENCH GIRLS  
 in the eyes of an
 innocent 
15 yr  American old boy

 

My son
Sweet naive
Raised in China
Where MTV and YOUTUBE are banned
Where no girl kisses
Until her university days end.
Raised in China
Where knees are covered--
Lips are sealed--
Where boys
Only dream
Of the wonders of Red sex.
My son
Said he loved Paris
     For the Eiffel
     For the Louvre
     For the Seine
     For the wine.

But I knew
He loved Paris
For the
Blackest  panties
Barely hiding
Knowing smiles
Of
Short tight skirts.


Details | Free verse | |

The Good, Green Earth

Once upon an early dark, upon the cusp of time, 
way before the planets came, and way before the light. 
Deep inside the black of space, a spark was to ignite, 
against all odds it grew into a fire that multiplied. 
And as the fire stretched across the waiting canvas face, 
particles were born and strewn about the empty space. 
Temperature would heat until new plasma was infused, 
radiation came along and jumped into the stew. 
Atoms came to form and bond while temperatures cooled, 
and when the fog had settled there, the first starlight shown through. 
Now amidst the chaos and the melee came a stir, 
of gravity attracting matter, packed and soon preserved. 
This would happen many times, but of these, one would yield, 
from an iron, lava core, a magnetic field. 
A celestial body would impact the second one, 
while pieces made the Moon, the mass collected near the Sun. 
This great mass was hit upon by shards from outer space, 
the impacts would perform as catalysts to what took place. 
What took place was an atmosphere of hydrogen that formed, 
it cooled and steam escaped the crust as clouds gave the first storm. 
Rain brought oceans, underneath; the plates lifted the land, 
the tilt would lay the weather as the seasons would command. 

-And this is where we leave my story, now yours must be heard, 
Goodnight to creatures, big and small, 
upon the good green Earth.


Details | Free verse | |

free cee I will bet you VIENNA would make the same plea

sorry Vienna, but i need to use your name or no one reads me...but i know
you will agree with this so don't be angry, thanks and i am e-mailing all my
friends that your tribulations will end and you can once again smile and make me smile
              DEAR OR DEER PEOPLE
Please stop doing that
it's creating havoc
and making people and animals angry
half the world is drinking parasitic water
the other half doesn't give a damn about what happens
so long as their stocks rise
as I sit here with reddened eyes
because you will not stop and listen
the universe is speaking to you
in explicit terms
it begins by saying what I said above
stop and feel the love
the love every man should feel
and make it real
the universe is begging “please stop doing that”
it's simply not right
for our children to be left with blight
the deer are crying
the eagles are dying
and liars are denying
they claim to care
about this planet we all share
so please, 
stop doing that
a Styrofoam cup will last where it lays
for four million days
a cigarette butt will be around for my grandson and my great 
great grandchildren to find
so please be kind
because Mother Nature went through a lot of trouble to
design that which we behold
the beauty that to me is more precious than gold
so please stop doing that
if I could i'd hand you all a lot of cash
before Mother Nature gets a ravenous rash
so please stop doing that
for as long as you live, day by day
think before you throw something away
         © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


Details | Free verse | |

Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


Details | Rhyme | |

Sacrifice

You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation
filled my soul with your Sons elation
In your Son my spirit found it's life
nothing here can compare to treasures of wife

In love he has healed mind and heart
his compassion has filled our every part
Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel
that the lowly and unworthy do you seal

As lambs who walk among the wolves
follow the shepherd and seek his truths
and beside still waters does he lead
only those to whom his words do take heed

Into the tabernacle do we flee
for in your Son is our sanctuary 
examples of Truth we give our lives
to partake the Truth must brake from lies

Like the earth with flood waters were inundated
that the influence of demons be dissipated
the Truth of God falls in the latter rain
knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again

Downward you have sent the hearts of men
so that they may see the beast within
in fallen state to see oneself
compared to the character of Gods wealth

In your garden there was perfection
the firstfruits taste of it's selection
hand chosen by you to be as your Son
anointed and with your sealing done

Your Word oh God has become their bread
and their wine of joy where Jesus led
they loved not their lives unto death
for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath

Many are called but few are chosen
as their faith is scorched choked or frozen
only the seed that lands in good soil
will know your Spirit Life's burning oil

Through the temple curtain have they passed
to the alter with sacrifices that ever last
life and body are pledged to you
and your words and works they do

If you do not listen you cannot hear
or tell when the voice of God is near
through the written Word and Sons voice
through them has God given mankind choice

Who has the gifts of heaven known
those to whom Jesus has shown
though made lower than the angels be
are raised much higher in eternity

Oh Shepherd of God direct our course
for life upon your path lays no remorse
those you know their way have sealed
they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed

sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16
I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sun's Rays

The sun’s devouring rays
Reveals an astounding sensation against the marvelous universe
It caresses the earth with warm hugs and gives life to the motionless gaze
Its auras are above nature’s designating exteriors
Its swaying beauty is beyond Earth’s inhabitants, deserving my praise

It treasures the sky with joyousness and forms swarms of jeering birds
The sighs of the wind attracts clamoring herds

The sun’s appalling flames
Unshackles a zealous tune that reveals the Earth’s accord
It embraces the atmosphere with remarkable claims
Unraveling my curiosity; my ears are pleading to hear more, so I go forward!

It prizes the ocean with eagerness and forms swarms of screeching seagulls 
The strength of the waves draws in scorching souls 

The sun's unattainable rays 
Motivate life to trail on till its duty is done
Its auras seep through the whirling sky and strays
Embracing ambitious love like a father and son  


Details | Ballad | |

I AWAKEN WITH THE NEW SUNRISE

As the dreary night slowly vanishes,
taking along the weary stars,
but the wakeful moon decides to stay...
I awaken with the new sunrise
admiring the glimmering sea
with colors resembling diamonds!

I breathlessly wonder
why God has created it
with a painter's hand,
and giving us that joy...
a devine joy as a reminder: 
that all He has made is entirely His;
and in the same manner
we care for our bodies 
with much preoccupation,
we must take care of all creation,
so that our children 
can enjoy it indefinitely!

Among fields of jacandra and dandelions swaying,
I awaken with the new sunrise in sheer delight...
to face life as it was when nobody was there;
and we can imagine the thought running
through God's mind to put a human being there:
to watch and control the beautiful earth!

I awaken with the new sunrise,
to discover a small bird soaring...
going further and further up until
he has picked up the speed of an eagle;
I awaken with the new sunrise...rejoicing, 
opening up my spirit to a song of praise!

If I'm still living, I owe it to my Lord,
and there aren't days I don't proclaim His  word...
when I awaken with the new sunrise,
and I gladly watch the golden sun radiantly rise!


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Too Soon Born

Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.
Her empty womb tormented motherhood.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife. 
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.

Her empty womb tormented motherhood
Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
A lifetime lamenting loss not understood.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.

Nature’s deadly forces wrought its bitter bite.
Conception hid its face, years sadly past.
Dreams of laughter vanished overnight.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.

Conception hid its face, years sadly past. 
Despair became life’s ordinary way.
Sorrow thrived upon a painful future cast.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.

Despair became life’s ordinary way.
That dreadful day bore great pain and strife.
Her barren womb cried each Mother’s Day.
Too soon born, a son was ripped from life.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010


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Nurture This Child Heavenly Father

A nurturing cradle of light
a new born's first love, first insight
a lesson instilled to always fight for what is right
thy loving hand of god take this child out beyond the heights

A mystery unknown, as new eyes search profound
each word, each whisper, a curious sound
a tiny spirit intrigued, so free and unbound
a sense, a need, a purpose is found

Oh' cradle of light
protect this child through the realm of each night
provide wisdom, knowledge and loving insight 
hollow hands of thee, a precious spirit invite


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Sun

Smoking spitter,
Hell is where is holiday,
We watch you stare us down,
Falling, but held in heaven's black old town,

Son of no father,
Father of everyone,

Is your kind of fire in my kind of heart?,
We are all born blind,
So do we all shine from the start?,

Sitting between the shine and shade,
Am I the "We" that you forbade?,
Watching you stare down,
Falling...
Still in heaven's black old town,
We just wait... for heaven's sundown,
We, as babies on the ground


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YOURS...IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE

Yours..is the most beautiful smile,
the source of all my inspirations;
that star never fading, always outshining others...


And from it joy is emanated;
with the speed of a shooting star,
to earth it falls, for me to catch it without harm...



Mona Lisa may have the most perfect smile,
but yours is the densest and fondest;
so fresh and alive...a blooming flower awaiting light...   



The Italian Renaissance's painters and poets could not have imagined
a beauty so delicate, inspiring and pure existing in my time;
Dante's passion for Beatrice turning into deprivation and desire...



What my vision beholds is unexplainably mysterious and yet simple,
purity and innocence reflecting your soul's mirror to make me gaze deeper;
entrust all your thoughts and feelings to me, and I will be your keeper... 



Yours...is the rarest and most attractive smile,
and on it unblemished love can be built, a fortress outlasting time;
unafraid, share it with me to explore the wonders of this universe...   


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Believing in You

To learn from the needy,
To care for the strong,
To reach for the heavens,
Where we all belong.

To climb every mountain,
Atop every hill,
To find out my purpose,
The good Father's will.

To fly like an angel,
From pond to lakeshore,
To venture the valleys,
Seen never before.

To swim through the  waters,
Of sparkling streams,
To soar through the vast clouds,
Of peace and of dreams.

To travel off Earth,
To a place quite unknown,
To witness my eyes,
Where the birds have not flown.

A place that is fruitful,
WIth flowers and trees,
With fresh air and water,
A song in the breeze.

And last but not least,
With my kind, loving friends,
A pastime, a party,
Where peace never ends.

To make all this happen,
Seems like such a chore,
But that what beliefs, and our dreams
Were made for.


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a mom and her child...


a mom and her child...
enjoying the quiet lake,
my priceless treasures 


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Rulership

God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
 
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
 
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
 
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
 
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
 
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
 
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
 
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
 
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
 
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
 
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


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PETS AND BRATS

Cats aren't little sweeties,
when they catch butterflies 
flying low on dogwood trees.


Mary and James chase 
after them stepping on flowers,
and falling down in their haste.


Mother and dad come out,
and start to yell to call them back,
and they still run past the hut.


Dogs bark at frogs with an unsteady leap,
when they stare at their puppies
huddled in their deep sleep.   


Spring, summer and fall
are true delights in the North,
where the weather is never too dull.


Every afternoon, Jim and Derick
climb the fir thirty feet tall,
they stop halfway and vomit.


Dogs and cats quarrel and get wild,
kids gather around to support their team,
betting nickles on this harmless fight.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Time's vacation

Spring's here.

Birds sing as they flutter.
Honey drips from the sky.
Plants explode like champagne.
Sun penetrates my soul.

It runs like a river through my veins.
Flushing out the winter frost.
Barbecues drift through mossy fences.
Invisible pleasure sifts past me.

Time slows down, practicing for summer.


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DUTCHESS

Dutchess was my bunny,
Her disposition, oh so sunny,
Her ways and actions-oh so funny,
Oh my! I loved that bunny.
          Dutchess!

She came from my son-in-law, a gift,
My pet cavy had died! I needed a lift,
My room became hers-and so did I,
She made me laugh-she made me cry.
            Dutchess!

Dutchess made noises-a grunt, a growl,
We became friends, we were great pals,
Her eyes like coal-they are So black,
Her nose always twitching and that's a fact.
             Dutchess!

I had to move-she couldn't come!
My Grandson took her, she has a great home,
I love her! I miss her so very much,
But life goes on, I stay in touch with-
              Dutchess!


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GOOD BYE SUMMER

GOOD BYE SUMMER




Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you really must go

say Good bye, summer, good bye!


Well, it's the middle of September;

I’m just tired of you and your heat.

Oh, I hate to rush you, but you can’t

stay




Repeat Refrain


Now, autumn and winter,

Might hate it if you stay here too long,

One shake and we'll part, and you'd better 

get going, although you served a purpose.



Final Refrain:


Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go,

Good bye, summer, well, it's time to go.

I hate to rush you, but you  really must go

Good bye, summer, good bye!


Details | Couplet | |

Point Lobos Paths

Last Fall, my church's Scouts and I went hiking.

A few miles north of Big Sur’s coast,
There is a forested park much to our liking.

Point Lobos is the nature preserve that I love most.


The beauty there is supernal, beyond description.

We chose our trails with maps and compasses,
And practiced local plant identification.

I pointed out Monterey Pines and Cypresses.


For a time we climbed a steep inclination.

We looked down into a cove, home of sea otters,
From a viewpoint near the old whalers’ station.

We climbed through a cleft worn down by waters.


That Saturday outing wasn’t a total disaster.

The boys passed tasks to advance in ranks.
Life doesn’t get much better for an old Scoutmaster.

Lastly, to the Great Spirit we all gave thanks.




For Goethe Stanzas contest


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AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE EARTH

 

With much efforts and tolerance, he created me,
like a bird making its heavenly abode upon a tree
he later sculpted clay and became the universal potter,
and then i was blessed with my son Adam and Eve, my daughter!
they were innocent and contented like a devotee in a temple,
but soon marked my downfall by eating the forbidden apple!

Today my heart is bleeding the blood that nourished you,
oh!its the dumb sore of your daggers its true! 
you have constructed skyscrappers by trimming my hair,
my fields are becoming deserts but none to care.
You've made polluting factories to satisfy your needs,
Oh! you forgot its these gases that your earth breathes!

you've drilled holes in my heart to run your cars with my blood,
but my son these are melting my hands and ill result in flood.
my veins that irrigated your farms and quenched your thirst,
are blocked by the garbage that you accumulate on my crust.
you've made colonies and marked boundaries amongst you,
Once there was only swords and now there are missailes too!

Oh! I am helpless, i can't oppose,
but will you survive, if I die suppose?


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Who has it all?

Who has it all?

In the clear of day
Some will like to trade condition
Maybe because of his garb
Yet his neck thus bends

Bends on the weight of tribulations
His son puffs and wastes away
Isn’t your son a first class holder?
Learn how to appreciate where thou are

I agree u have no car
Yet he died on his own Infinity
The house he built
Have caused him robbery attacks
Dear, it is all hot everywhere
Even in the underwater


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VERSES VIBRANT WITH LIFE

Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.


I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported 
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. 


A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.


Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile... 
 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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BEAUTY

Gentleness invokes kinship,
more than trust's oft biased recommend,
that fills my warranty for beauty's own in crypt,
I thank thee God, for measures in contend!

Forever, in that beauty were love's tend,
the faith between true friendship might erupt,
still it is forceful, deft attainment's quip,
mere looking gives to Soul, some filling up!

And see thee still, in all my eyes do ground,
wherein love's mercy must have contemplate,
if it were loathsome in some vile resound,
my heart would not have of these words found state!

Oh beauty, you are mine, not underrate,
the vestige I did yearn to so expound,
when will is chastised so, the quiet sedate
does moisten my eyes swell, no more impound!

Thy beauty love, be love, in nature's gate,
the seaming center of this garment's strung
holds empathy as moment's turn belay
the love that I do feel, be inward sung!


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My Son Paints His Arts

my son paints his arts
on our snow-capped ground, praising
the November sky


Details | Haiku | |

Castle Friends

Knights, horses, shields, swords
Battle rams, motes, bridges, horns-
Catapults tower

For Caleb and his Lego Wars


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The Woods With Lovely Scenes

The Woods With Lovely Scenes

Though my memory is worn
I am as happy as can be
And I never feel much strife
In the woods with lovely scenes

When we want to have some fun
We pick flowers that are seen
As we seek and search for caves
In the woods with lovely scenes

We all live in the woods with lovely scenes
Woods with lovely scenes, Woods with lovely scenes,
We all live in the woods with lovely scenes
Woods with lovely scenes, Woods with lovely scenes,

I am thankful to the Lord
That life never is a bore
And we have fun every day

We all live in the woods with lovely scenes
Woods with lovely scenes, Woods with lovely scenes,
We all live in the woods with lovely scenes
Woods with lovely scenes, Woods with lovely scenes,

So, we live life as we please
Watching animals from beneath trees
Birds sing out; snakes look mean
In our woods with lovely scenes

We all live in the woods with lovely scenes
Woods with lovely scenes, Woods with lovely scenes,
We all live in the woods with lovely scenes
Woods with lovely scenes, Woods with lovely scenes,

We all live in the woods with lovely scenes
Woods with lovely scenes, Woods with lovely scenes,
We all live in the woods with lovely scenes
Woods with lovely scenes, Woods with lovely scenes,

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 18, 2010

Inspired by Poetry soup member contest: BEATLEMANIA SING-ALONG! 
Sponsored by: John Heck.  Written to the tune of “The Yellow Submarine” by The Beatles


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COME, I'LL TEACH YOU SWEET LOVE

Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
forget how hard words are,
tremble like a dove...
touch my warm hand and believe in me for certain:
my trust is never ending.


Come, I'll teach you sweet love;
don't hang on useless fear,
look back, see how we really loved.


When joy made us smile,
and we passionately touched
without saying a word...   
as the bright moon stopped awhile,
when all stars brightened the sky.


But tonight darkness stays,
and we despair; and we
lose our faith in destiny.


Our rainbow of yesterday
won't reappear today
with the Heaven above;
come, I'll teach you sweet love.


Entered in John Heck's contest,"Sondheim on Sondheim".
The song is entitled, "No More" from the musical " Into The Woods".


Details | I do not know? | |

Lesson To My First Son

Whatever comes our way is the thought of the many, but stop,
don't let admiration be a wasted tool given.
Express appreciation for the senses inside you,
a gift well deserving of the upmost praise.
Taste the bittersweet tinge of a lesson lived,
slowly adding to who you once were.
And savor the flavor of its brutal truth
as it causes the mind to confer.
Feel the vibration coursing among you
as the physical touch echos through.
And give with your hands what the world granted first,
one of many a task overdue.
Inhale the smell of a flower,
the scent of a faith carried dream.
Treasure the soul of creation,
make of it what it may seem.
Listen to words of the untold
from the mouth of the experienced one.
And from what you may hear live through all of your fear
for the battle has barely begun.
Observe with the sharpest of eyes,
to know without slightest of doubt,
that even though hardships can fill up a life
we'd be weak and defenseless without.
Surrender can never be chosen,
unless one choses for it to be,
but remember, my son, that through all of your travels
your senses will ever guide thee.


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we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


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Mother Of Waters

Mother of Waters
you're peace and tranquility;
how I long to be as free.

Oh Mother of Waters,
mighty! untroubled, and true!
change me to be just like you.

You have given us life
then have taken it away...
seen battles lost and won
through the nights until the day.

But who can say
what controls your silence?
And who can say 
what commands your violence?

Sweet Mother of Waters
graceful, mystic, serene...
who can know what you have seen?

You have given us life
then have taken it away...
seen battles lost and won
through the nights until the day.

but who can say
what controls your silence?
And who can say
what commands your violence?

Dear Mother of Waters,
great mirror of the dusk and the dawning...
calming, soothing, everlasting...
how I long to be as free!

Change me to be just as thee.


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Burden

Take my yoke upon you and learn of me
counsel from Jesus if Father would you see
harden not your hearts enter into his rest
only by conversion can your soul be blessed
 
Who does know the things God has prepared
only those to whom Jesus revealing shared
for the carnal man cannot spiritual things believe
but the heavenly mind from Gods spirit receive
 
Search your hearts O inhabitants of the land
till you find the God of our Father Abraham
the Son of God anointed Jesus declared his fame
how is that those worshiping do not know his name
 
Jehovah said unto our Lord this I will complete
sit here at my right hand tread your enemies neath your feet
he will judge the nations and render them their due
for like a plague wickedness contaminates whats True
 
The Judges and the Prophets with God did take their stand
he appointed Jesus Lord and King to take all things in hand
to enter into his kingdom the Truth you must Know
for naked is all hearts and minds existing here below
 
Your name oh Father false prophets have removed
but within your servants hearts by spirit is imbued
your fame oh Father anointed Jesus has proclaimed
your Son the Beloved appointed King has been named
 
And glory he gives to them who lives
and walk in honor sow
for on his path does wonder last
be they to him that know
do you within of tradition men
annul Gods written word
because without within their doubt
prevents it's being heard
sources Psalm 83:18 110:1
sermons of Jesus
 
Matt 11:27-30 22:44
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Why was I shocked?

When a person got a shock,
A film acrossed into a mind,
To identify the truth,
I watched in television, I were shocked,
When a Hindu group provoked valentine Day.

Also burnt a skeleton of Saint Martin,
My mind touched known and unknown,
A Tragic gaps of human development,
They tacked my sleep in pain,
Why did I so shock?

Mary was pregnant,
But nobody touched her,
Nobody raped her.
She got a Birth, ’Lord Jesus’
He is known the son of God.

He sacrificed for him,
To establish the image of God,
Justice and equality,
Liberty and fraternity,
Faith and worshipping.

But in Mahabharta,
Kunti also got a baby Karan,
Nobody raped and touched her body,
Her lover was a divine ‘SUN,
His warrior son was accepted as untouchable.

He has his fight against insult,
Equality was a matter for him,
When Kunti realised herself ‘a mother,
He sacrificed himself for Pandavs.
Lord Krishna failed to identify ‘Karan’.

Lord Shiva didn’t touched ‘Anjani,
He dropped simon in her Ear,
With a support of a Bamboo stick,
She got a baby, ‘Hanuman’
He supported Lord Rama to win Lord Rawana.

In Ramayana, when Hanuman, 
He went to search Sita,
Sita got her Pregnancy,
Lord Rama banished Sita
And denied, ‘She hasn’t got her Child’.

But Lord Rawana also denied,
He didn’t touched Sita,
Who was unknown person who met to Sita,
He was Hanuman,
But history didn’t reckon his face.

Nature always delivered,
A message of God when human denied him,
He served natural disasters,
Or He sent Prophets with his message,
God never born himself; what is a distinction?


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THE HAPPIEST DAY FOR LOVERS

This should be the happiest day for lovers,
when they are drawn to each other and their voices
fall to whispers with soft music playing...
in a room filled with roses and scented candles burning.


My gaze falls on you, o darling of my intense desires,
please, put on the sexiest nightgown and explore my fantasy;
and what I confide in you is a true definition of what I see...
I am romantic by nature, unraveling all my surprises.   


This should be the happiest day for lovers,
for the ones who deserve to be remembered and loved;
and to suppress happiness and laughter and expect no flowers...
is an acceptable sign of unworthiness, of a regret foolishly sustained. 


Refuge in my sensational embrace, sheltering your grace,
and this warmth can inflame you with unimaginable passion;
while a surge of sensuality will arise with irrepressible elation....
my anxious arms will seek yours as you abandon yourself to my kiss.  


This should be the happiest days for lovers,
slowly dancing under dimmed lights, reading thoughts
before they are spoken...without falling to silence; 
responding to caress that lead to intimate moments. 


Be adventurous, experimental and irresistable; 
give into those feelings that rule the flow of emotions,
have a notion of how you could be the most beautiful...
as Venus who madly attracted those young, handsome gods.


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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A Day at the Little Beach

Walking down the graveled path
For a day at the little beach;
We picked up ripened persimmons
And purple muscadines along the way.
Butterflies fluttered around my wife.
Blazes of color lie under the trees.
Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake
Around several ducks with their bottoms up.
We took our shoes off on the little beach
And splashed along the shoreline.
We picked up rocks and skipped the stones
Between the passing boats and waves
That pushed and pulled us in shallow water.
Soon, I had to search for more stones
And persimmons, and I found a winged horse,
Pewter, on a black stringed necklace.
I tied it around my son's light brown neck.
He ran through the water bare back
And swam with his mom in shallow parts.
After our lunch of found-treats we walked,
And played and threw rocks in the water again.
My son drew my face in the wet sand.
We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun
And enjoyed the laughter and fun.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Listen To The Wind and The Rain...

Listen to The Wind and The Rain
Playing Symphonies Again
With Muted-Base of Thunder
Raise The Window; Watch and Wonder

Listen to The Wind and The Rain
Crescendo – Clean and Rise – Refrain
A Rush of Lightning Rhapsody
Love-Struck A Chord… Deep in Me…

(Listen to The Wind and The Rain…)

Open Up  The Door !
I Want to Feel the Choir’s Full – Score
Wind and Rain – By Maestro’s Hand
Make Melody  to Woman and Man

(Listen to The Wind and The Rain…)

Listen to The Wind and The Rain
In This Lullaby, We have Lain
In Such Peaceful Harmony
Singing in  Love’s Key…

Listening to The Wind and The Rain...


Details | I do not know? | |

A FATHER'S MANY GIFTS

I stand Here in the Darkness, My Arms Crossed Against My Naked Chest.
I Tear Away My Skin and Cast It into the Darkness.
I Tear Away My Muscles and Cast It into the Darkness.
I Tear Away My Tissues and Cast Them into the Darkness.
I Tear Apart My Bones, Grind Them Together and Cast Them into the Darkness.
I Stand Here in the Darkness and My Blood Falls Away.
I Pullout My Brain and Toss It into the Darkness.
I Pullout My Heart and Toss It into the Darkness.
I Pullout My Eyes and Toss Them into the Darkness.
I Rip Off My Ears and Toss Them into the Darkness.
I Rip Off My Lips, Pullout My Tongue, My Teeth and 
All My Vocal Cords Tossing Them into the Darkness.
I Have Given You My Skin so that Man May Have Hardened Earth.
I Have Given You My Muscles so that Man May Have Forged Continents.
I Have Given You My Tissues so that Man May Have Broken Continents.
I Have Given You My Bones so that Man May Have White Frozen Lands.
I Have Given You All My Blood so that Man May Have Wet Oceans.
I Have Given You My Brain so that Man May Have Individual Thoughts.
I Have Given You My Heart so that Man May Be Able to Love Each Other.
I Have Given You My Eyes so that Man May See Each Other.
I Have Given You My Ears so that Man May Hear Each Other.
I Have Given You My Lip, My Tongue, My Teeth 
and All My Vocal Cords so that Man May Speak With Each Other.
Above All These Physical Items I Have Given You A Soul with Definite Shape.
I Have Given You A Soul that Man May Have Religious Individuality.
I Am Your Father And I Love You.
I Want You to Love One Another.




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What's His Name

Tell me if you know
Who He is that has established
All the ends of the earth and designed each flake of snow
That falls and blankets hills
Like His holy Child at birth.  Tell me if you know

Who has gathered up the wind
In the hollow of His hands and calmed torrents that rage and blow
As He walked on the high seas
And gave them His commands.  Tell me if you know

Who has wrapped up those waters 
In the bosom of His cloak wringing it so that they will flow
And shower down from above
Like the Word He has spoken.  Tell me if you know

Who from Heaven has gone back up 
And seen God face to face, who first descended below 
But was resurrected by His Father
And gave the Way to the heavenly place.  Tell me if you know...

What's His Name and His Son.


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Let Me Walk

let me walk thru the footprints 
in the sand, with laughter

like the joyful rhythm 
of a marching band

and if I spend time at the vanity 
you know that’s not my intention

whenever we’re together 
strolling, side by side

it happen though 
when I’m with you

for I could feel the essence 
of own existence

i could sense wind’s gentle whisper
as it passes over the breathing sea 

leading me to unknown destiny
as yours ever grows dimmer

let me walk…
remembering your name

that someday I may give
you, something to be proud of

   


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relax your mind

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

boy im feelin you
im hungry for you
if you do it right
a sista, might cook for you

plz dont say a word
im takin over (yeah) "word"
ima take it slow
up and down
i grind real slow

you climbing up the stairs
until ive reached my peak
you plugged real deep
then you erupted me

creme filin, oozin
my mind im, losin
i like the way you take control
this feelin-taken over me

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we can do it all night

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time


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devils game

you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve
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i did believe 
when you said
you love me (me)
you tortured my heart
when you left me
but you are like the others
who is out to decieve

you on the move 
to something new
i was so deeply 
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve

lies are spoken
promises are broken
devil took a token
with a cruel slogen
changing day by day
vulnerable hearts is 
what they prey....

you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve
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playing mind games
hearts you rearrange
breaking people hearts
to get all the fame
from rags to riches
dirt bags to snitches
messin with the witches
fat girls and skinny bitches

you broke my heart
(you played with my heart)...

ooooh

i did believe 
when you said you love me
you feast on my heart
then you left me
you're like the others
who is out to decieve...

ooooh

lies are spoken
promises are broken
devil took a token
with a cruel slogen
changing day by day
vulnerable hearts is
what they prey...

ooooh

you on the move
to something new
i was so deeply
in love with you
not thinking you will leave
but you was out to decieve (ooooh)
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Untitled #50 / A shimmering arc of whiteness

A shimmering arc of whiteness spreads its
eagle wings, overarching and embracing
the sky, soaring into the sunset
If you were not perfect, I would
run after you, down to the seashore, splashing,
yawping to the tops of heaven till breathless,
“TAKE AWAY MY DESIRES!”


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with you

intro:
when im with you


chorus:
i never ever wanna let you go
"when im with you"
happy days and beautiful rainbows
"when im with you"
i feel some like i never felt before
"when im with you"
cause when im with you
when im with you
repeat2x:

verse:
beautiful amazing girl thats what you are
you make me feel like a shooting star
the way you smile,the way you look at me
it's the only look i wanna see cause....

repeat chorus2x:

the way you walk
the way you talk
"when im with you"
the way you move
the way you groove
"when im with you"
the way you smile
your class your style
only for you i'll walk a thousand miles
"cause when im with you"
repeat2x:

repeat chorus2x: