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Details | Free verse | |

Exposure: Part II

(cont'd)

"Yes, then I am filled with hate," she replied.

"You need to let it go. I know....I used to be filled with cold hatred.
Let it go. People can violate your body,
but it doesn't mean your soul is also violated -
not always.
Your body is only on loan anyway.
The soul is truly yours."

We moved even further away from the music and lights,
until we eventually found ourselves outside.
The sleet had stopped falling,
and amongst a crowd of pigeons sitting on a wire,
a Raven was perched on a buzzing halogen lamp.

Clouds broke apart, exposing a crescent moon hanging from a winking star
like a Christmas ornament, or an earring of night herself.
Not fixed, but dangling,
always moving and changing.

-changing-


"Breathe in deeply. Focus in on the star,
pretend that you are casting your eyes up to the moon like a fishing line.
Begin reeling in your mind."

"Seems like a silly game to me."

"Please try it."

The Raven was watching us from its perch.
I breathed in and out deeply,
opening up my lungs and heart to the sky.

I turned to her and asked, 
"Do you feel hate coming from the Raven perched over there?"

"No, not that I can tell."

"Remember. You can still become someone's Queen.
People can violate your body, but your soul can stay intact.
Even if you doubt it right now."

She pulled out some napkins from her purse,
handed them to me, and asked, "Will you write it down for me?"


-And so I did-







January 1st, 2012


Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Free verse | |

Exposure: Part I

Today I conceived myself as a poet for the first time,
and not because of employable meter, rhyme, and flow -
I will leave such devices for the wordsmiths and Masters.

And not because I can write poetry....what I do,
should be labelled as something else entirely -
not as poetry.
I am an organic recorder, filing away bits and pieces of zeitgeist,
without rhyme or reason,
almost as if ghosts are guiding my hand across the paper,
and I really don't have much say in the matter.

I am a stranger in a crowded world,
a stranger amongst people I have known for years,
not quite fitting in anywhere, but being in all places at once.
I write the words down, they in turn speak to me.
A clear, mutual agreement -
the smell and feel of new paper,
the liquid, brashness of ink as it penetrates the virgin whiteness
of so many possible observations, opinions and stories.
The words know me intimately.
We aren't strangers.
The reality of vowels and consonants is where I truly fit.

I was moving through a crowd of familiar faces -
a familiar feeling of strangeness and alienation,
when I came across a Persian face I had never seen before.
A real stranger.
Not one I have known for years.
She mentioned not being into sex,
how she only wanted to talk about things she couldn't mention to friends -
her mind felt as if it was floating by the moon 
and she wasn't sure how to reel it back into her skull again.
I told her not to worry, sex isn't the only thing on my brain.
She said that sex was the only thing on her brain;
but in a different way.
She explained how she had been kidnapped in Iran,
imprisoned as a sex-slave, 
repeatedly raped by rich business men who wore wedding bands.
I asked if she was filled with hate.
She wasn't quite sure.

"What does hate feel like?"

"Well, it shouldn't be mistaken for rage, anger or frustration.
Those emotions are red hot to the touch.
Hate is a cold thing.
Like a Raven perched on the railing of a bridge,
sleet bouncing off its feathers,
not caring to fly away even though cars are barrelling past,
flinging up dirty, February slush.
There is nowhere left to fly to.
The trees are all cut down,
dumpsters have tight lids,
for some reason the fish are all belly-up in the river below,
dead from some mysterious reason.
Its stomach aching from hunger,
the Raven smells the reason for all of this death
emanate from the strange looking beasts walking and driving past.
It is all their fault -
they are the poison behind it all.
This is hate."

(cont'd)


Details | Couplet | |

My Pen Collection

As the waves forever kiss the shore
One shot leaves you wanting more
My heart and soul, strong and true
With all the love they hold for you
Sometimes my life leaves me bored
Like a swordsman with no sword
These are the times that I write
Memories can be hard to fight
I write out my heart and soul
Controlling my mind is my goal
Each new word released by my pen
Is another spiritual battle I win
The war rages on day by day
Through the poem prayers I pray
It's a war that I will forever win
Long as there is ink up in my pen
In prison I had quite a collection
Each one held it's own reflection
I saved them after they ran dry
Baptized with the tears I cry
I just couldn't seem to let them go
Little memories of my heart and soul
Sometimes I like to take them out
Little memories of what I'm about
What I'm about angel on my shoulder
Making this world a little less colder


Details | Free verse | |

A seed of poetry

Like water that flows in a river
Time will not stop and wait
It comes and then it goes
And now will soon be late
The sun will not rise
And forget to set
Today will not stay here forever

Time was born and passed away
While I was chasing dreams
I never dreamt of
Dreaming of things that were 
Not for me to dream about

I didn’t know at first 
That in my inside
There is a seed germinating
Deep in the roots of my heart 
Where veins and arteries
Carry blood in and out

The eyes of my eyes
Could not see
The ears of my ears
Could not hear
The tongue of my tongue
Could not taste
The nose of my nose 
Could not smell
The mind of my mind 
Was uncounscious
As this seed
Was patiently growing

It was watered by tears
That couldn’t fall off my eyes
When I cried
It was fertilized by my deep thoughts
That denied me time to rest
The pain I felt within
Was manure to it

And now it has grown
It has grown into a tree
it has grown into a green looking tree
A tree that sprouts colorful flowers
And I am hopeful
Hopeful to reap tasty fruits
Of this seed of poetry
Sown in me by God


Details | Couplet | |

Our single soul

As the trials of life come and go
Accept there blessings into your soul

Let them become without a doubt
A model of what you're all about

Don't let them get you all depressed
All things in life need be addressed

Let your spirit be like the wind
Your unseen dearest friend

As I see the lines in my face
Each a reminder of certain place

Do I wish they would go away?
Or that my hair wasn't turning grey

I have no desire to regain youth
For I have learned to speak my truth

When I was young I was so lost
I let my soul pay the cost

Running hard against the grain
Using drugs to kill the pain

Now I feel each and every day
Use the Lord to take the pain away

Do what I can accepting what I get
Treasure blessings that come of it

Thank the Lord through the poems I pray
Use what I need give the rest away

I seem to be driven by a single goal
Can you feel my heart and soul?

I slice them open in hopes they will bleed
Something that someone might need

The single fear I know so well
The fear that my words will fail

So once again I face my fear
As I write I shed my tears

Because these words are spoken true
My heart belongs to all of you

And through it's love I hope to show
We all share a single soul

A soul that is bound by love
Given us by the Lord above


Details | Couplet | |

The wreck

The last few weeks have been real hard
You see the "dealer of life" deals the cards
As the trials and blessings come and go
It's true we must reap what we sow
At times the trials are many and the blessings are few
Just let the light of your soul shine on through
Yesterday I walked to the bridge over the creek
By the time I got there I was tired and weak
As I sat on the bridge taking a break
Questioning "how much more can I take"
A speeding drunk driver lost control
I watched it unfold nice and slow
Sometimes the blessings are clear to see
They crashed into the rail right next to me
My guardian angel said soft as could be
I'll never give up on you don't give up on me
These last few weeks I have felt rather low
With a deep down emptiness up in my soul
So regardless of the pain or length of the fight
I reckon it's once again time for me to write
For my pen is the tool that I use to see
The power of the Lord working in me


Details | Free verse | |

Tension Waiting

The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with glee.

I am as the soldier, held in stance,
The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass
As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day
Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse,
And just as the swordsman stands
They are statues in this moment,
Statues of derision,
Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within.

And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce
Coiled with motivation and purpose,
And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its’ edge
Ready to lash out and strike with direction
But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight
Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me
For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce.

But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper
White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch
A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink
Lines like a hunter’s bowstring, taut with intent,

As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds
I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box
But alas, there is no victim to frighten,
No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against
And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut
And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke
I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me,
I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me.

And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, 
Slicing away at the air around me
Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance
I write about…
I write about the coil within, and the lack without
And alone I wonder,
Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box
Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.


Details | I do not know? | |

Blood upon Pages

As I place the pen
on paper
my soul beings
to bleed
upon the pages
my secret longings
hopes and dreams
of which I hope to be,
how I want to reflect me
transpire into the universe
within my poetic lyricism
the warm sweet smoke
of my vega blunt
swirls about me, flickers
in and out of motion
as the vanilla candle nearby
fights the shadows in my room
the cool summer breeze
from my window
carries dancing sinsemilla 
fog around me, allowing
my mind
to adventure elsewhere
into the nights abyss
of minutes, turned to hours
I write
pages, of words
scribbling my life, struggles
and fears
Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills
“turn your lights down low”
beat inspirational peacefulness
on my eardrums
my small hands delicately pluck
my imaginary guitar strings
as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's
magical voice cracks
with emotion, and my soul
tingles with excitement
For creativity flows
within my veins
I breath real music, such as
she, as soon as daylight opens
thine dark brown eyes to see
The poetic flowetry, carries me
and speaks to me
the notes capture my inner 
disturbance and desires
until the soundtrack of my day
takes me into Summers night
thoughts of my dreams 
of being a published poet
clearly float
into my sight
Then, I sit
as I place my pen
upon the paper
black and white turn to one
and my soul bleeds
onto pages
into an early sun


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Merry Band Of Adventurers Part 1 of 2

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2


Details | Free verse | |

Shar W, Sharon T, Emilia, Charma, Ruben, Mitch, Phong, and Hicky

Smiles light my eyes as I think of them, 
I see them as my Soup waves~
they come and go, they go and come,
these people who've lit up my visits here
Some of them fleeting, some of them lasting,
those moments instilled in me forever...I hope they wave hello

She is the epitome of substance and class,
a Huge honor for me to call her friend
She's the ever graceful angel,
with her beautiful poetry, with her thoughtful actions
It's always a treat when I see her pass here,
Sweet Shar, thank you so much for always being there!

Another precious gem is she, my friend beyond poetry,
she's been an inspiration even before Soup
Her eloquent poems always touch my heart,
I miss how her memorable verses flow effortlessly...
And even if I only see her once in a blue moon,
Wonderful, caring Sharon, I'm so grateful for your lasting friendship!

She is like me in so many ways, Emilia is such a dear
Her poetry speaks right through me, a deep soul
that swims in an ocean of thoughts and dreams
How I hope this sweet Pisces girl lends flavor back here
In any case, I'm so thankful that I've gotten to know her...
Dearie, poetry hugs us, as I do, te imbratisez!

The charming Charma is also unforgettable,
her sweet and romantic words are always a pleasure to read.
She's someone I've also shared dessert recipes with,
together with hopes, prayers and dreams...
She always leaves wonderful encouraging words
Lovely friend, I'm so thankful for the support you've given me!

and although fleeting, these men have always made me smile...

Ruben, his smile alone can light up the page...
His wise, witty words and ever generous heart
pave the way for memorable poetry that leaves lumps in throats--
I hope you're doing good wherever you are, thank you for fun times!

Mitch, I wonder where he's driving now, 
whether someone else has captured his heart?
A talented man who can write poems in a flash, 
thank you for the inspiring and kind words, I hope you're doing ok!

Phong, haiku guy in search for the perfect rump...
Makes me think if he ever found a non-jiggly one for his rotisserie
Shame, he was here only for a short while, but ah, the laughter he elicited
Thanks so much for that, I hope you're dabbling more in free verse poetry!

Hicky, the ever sweet old gentleman with kind words...
his poetry always left me with a sense of wonder and smiles.
How I pray that he's doing good, and that his book writing is doing well,
Thank you my dear Hicky, I sure miss you here!



-nikko :)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Fallen Prince has Risen - Michael

Burning so bright
With new found life
Released from his ball and chain
Out of the dark
And into the light
Flying… on wings of freedom again.

As he writes his life
His soul ignites
In flames of wisdom and sight
Brilliantly claiming 
His God given right
As his truth kills the evil ‘Black Knight’.




Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Patricia Adams - An Alaskan Light ... '

She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night 
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !


For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’ 
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …

                   Your Poet-Friend,
         
                           The  MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

Live for Tomorrow

Her writes are touching
They bring tears to your eyes
You can sense her fears
From the woman inside

Through the eyes of another
Saying " the time has come "
To begin the climb
Towards the sun

The other side
Under the moonlit sky
Suicide, feelings of 
The questions, why?

Please forgive me
Today's the day  
I'm finally free
No looking back for me, as I pray

It's now or never
Please remember me 
My hidden thoughts
Will set me free

I have a dream
So far away
I believe it's time
Don't cry when you say 
Goodbye


   I wonder, I remember
   Life is to short
   On reflection
   The above I abort
  
   On the wings of an angel
   I will travel one day
   But until that time
   This lost soul will stay

   Dear Lord
   Is there a heaven?
   A little precious angel says
   My family, love and faith
   Will see me through my days



Having read a poets poems yesterday, i wrote this using the titles 
                        to her sad, but heartfelt pieces

              ~ ~ And the ladies name is Colleen Bono ~ ~




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php


Details | Free verse | |

Free Verse?

I am writing some free verse.
Not thinking about anything in particular,
just letting my mind fly

                               free

Free to be me and whatever I want want to be.
Are there rhymes above?
I believe words are rhyming up there.
Some people say free verse shouldn't rhyme....
doesn't matter, because I don't rhyme all of the time.

Darn!
 
I just rhymed in this free verse.

Lots of "I'" in this one too.
"I" am writing some free verse.

Do you know what?
I feel like inserting a Haiku in here.
Why not?
Here goes:


tiny tomato
clings onto fleeting season....
autumn's frost bites hope


Is that even a Haiku?
Oh well, the Haiku states
how the tiny tomato's hope is bitten,
but I still feel some hope for my free verse.

Bite me hard if you wish,
sometimes I enjoy some pain with my pleasure.
Is that too much of a thought-out plot?
Is it not 'free' enough?

"To be or not to be; that is the question!"
There!
I plagiarized a line and put it in this free verse.
Not only that, but it is written in Iambic Pentameter!
Take that!
Not only is the plagiarized line written in Iambic Pentameter, 
but it even has an extra 11th syllable that is 'dangling'
and two of the stresses are back-to-back
without having an unstressed moment in-between.

Really breaking the rules now!
Shoot! Now I am analyzing things and counting....

....is that still considered 'free?'

"I" even feel like inserting a spelling mistake
just for the sheer freedom of it:

-Free vurse-

Really enjoy the spelling mistake.
But is it truly a mistake if I mis(s)pelled it on purpose?

Sometimes I am a real stubborn kind of creature-
escaped the cage many years ago,
gliding on thermal updrafts of piouty and imagination.
Even so,
I do enjoy a bit of constriction,
because it gives me a back-drop
to super-impose my false freedoms upon, 
and to relish those freedoms of mine that are still true.


Details | Free verse | |

You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


Details | Free verse | |

In the Shallows

           I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars, 
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.

Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, 
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]

The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.  
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.

   I dared to taste oblivion,
       and the sky swallowed me. 

My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming, 
but inside out.

            I bent over to touch my toes,
              and my spine tore open;
            the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
          like the tines of forks.
            I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
              but I only found where I end.


Details | Free verse | |

My Poems

My poems are not for leisure
They are guns 
Aim at imperial anatomy
Notes slipped to a teller’s eyes
For easy withdrawal
Of ancestral deposits
My poems are not for leisure
They are flowers for graves
Of dead theories and foolish warriors
Who slave for vanity
Flowers cover well the rot
Of lovers’ insanity.
My poems are not for leisure
They are for children
Who have heard the piper’s call
After the elevation of the rats
Who put banks on crutches 
Of tarp funds, bailing out
On mortgages where homeless
Families wander 
In insensitive arguments of the street
My poems will never be silent
Against Godless lies
And crooks impenitent 
In Congress or Parliaments
Striking from the dark of consciences
Bleeding alone in teary trenches
Gasping the green gas
Of laws muting its militant lines
I give you my poem – not anesthesia
Just wine.


Details | Quatrain | |

THE CONTEST WINNER

I have entered many poetry contests
to display my best...an amazing number of sixty or more,
only one of my poems has won first place;
poets are like enduring athletes who fight to the very core! 
 

One big hurray goes to myself for the first win,
congratulations to the other participants
who are on the top of that list, or have been
awarded Honorable Mentions for their efforts!  


When my poem doesn't make it to the finalists's list,
I don't feel discouraged, I brazen out the doubt and try again;
even Lance Armstrong, with his skills, can't always win his race,
and the trophy must be given to someone else!


I rejoice when some of the chosen poets appear 
on the winners' list; I am happy for their accomplishment,
and into a word-restricted message's box I gladly comment
on their poetry...with the insight of an achiever!


And for those whose names never made it as previously thought,
I honestly tell you, from experience, not to be a bit discouraged...
your time will come when your enthusiasm will require a big shout;
never put the word, " Winner " to rest, write for fun and persist instead! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Bio | |

A Note To the Young Girl On The Other Side Of This World

Hello, Farrah....
It's 7Am here, and cold
Just awoke, with,
Oh, Here We Go Again!
Fever, Pain, Confusion,
And Lots of Other Groovy Things
To Keep My Mind Busy...
Many more people know of you
than a few days ago....
Did you ever hear of Rod Mckuen?
Professional poet/ musician/songwritter-
One of the reasons I love poetry...
Not only will you understand him, you should
enjoy him.....Sorry about your work load....
My French is rusty.....I'm pretty good in geometry though;
received 100% on NYS Regents Exam when young-
an unheard of thing, scores in college of 97-99% for the term's work,
and it seemed easy as pi    (joke- pie, etc....oh, why am I explaining it,
sorry, I forgot who I was talking to.......)  Hope you have a happy day.....write an 
indepth poetic bio??   I'd love it, so would many others....
you are known in literary circles here now, I'd venture to guess....
surprising, the power of words, n'est pas?  Je ne sas pa, rien du tout....pardon 
my spelling and french......it's unused since early 1960's (ancient history)  What 
city are you in?  Ever travel???  A favorite destination???  Any questions about
the enigmatic nature of "Americans?"  We're really well meaning, just sometimes
seems we might misinterpret, or misunderstand things obvious to others (and 
vica versa....) Do you get to see movies???  Need books to read??  I got a library 
of 10,000 books, at least, being handicapped gives me too much time on my 
hands, and my health leaves me precious little of a future to expect.   I have lots 
of funny stories.   I hope you are okay....I never met anyone so brilliant in 57 years 
of living.   Youf friend in poetry, tom."


Details | I do not know? | |

A Souper Good Bye

how do i say good  bye
to a group of girls 
and a crowd of guys
and try to speak
with tears in eyes
of struggles we have
vocalized
of emotions we have
emphasized
of passions we have 
recognized
of feelings we hope others
realize
of truth a little 
compromised
in short
we let the world know 
that we spoke
and that we spoke
eloquently

God made broken hearts 
pick up pens
and write what 
he was saying to them
God took creative minds
and wrote purposes
so divine
God put love in lonely hearts
that picked up pens
and created art
and unlike most
that toast the occasion
tempted by the devil
to drink and forget
we the scribes
chisel our words in stone
reminding our posterity
that they are not alone
each and every word has grown
and some times spoken from
the Throne
our speech, our claim
our poem
WILL LIVE ON!


Details | Couplet | |

God's Concrete Poetry/Art

Man is an excellent work of God---
His visual poetry or art, out of mud.

Being one of God’s many creations;
Man must not forget his obligations.

Thou, man know God’s everywhere;
And yet, he does not bother to care.

Either man lives by God’s command,
Or, he will not live in a promise land.  

Man must take this into consideration,
If indeed his heart craves for salvation.


Details | Bio | |

The Musician-Poet

there is, indeed,a relationship
between music and poetry
creation! expression! release of things inside
If I had experienced neither, when I had died
And had to value the worth of my life,
And rate the influence my existence generated
for the general good, I'd be shy
How can I explain my worth, after I did die.. 

On this point I'd be proud,
Cause somehow I was so lucky,
To experience the joy of both
and did my best to leave a small mark
of my thoughts upon the earth
If but one word, one song,
one counterpoint jam, one painting
that I had done,
had meant something 
to someone, than in this regard,
I have won!


Details | Lyric | |

Day after Day

There’s places and faces where I’ve never been
some of them laughing and living in sin
Some of them hurting from being alone
And the places seem part of my own
The rhythm is flinging these words in my head
Against walls that refuse to be bled
Riding on nightmares through darkness and blight
Then lazily cruising in dreams
In this odessic searching
For reason for being
Nothing’s as bad as it seems
But on turning away
In my off handed way
I’m so tempted to say
Another could view it as fey






Another attempt at explaining my motives for living and writing about it


Details | Lyric | |

Let's Write A Poem

Here’s my plea: Let’s write a poem for the world to read;
And in it is a message that all can relate or heed;

Encourage others to pick a pen instead of a gun;
With this poem let people be taught to bond 

all spirits, whether in distress or in joy with a smile;
This poem we write be a reminder that life is fragile;

That peace is at hand, only if we want to achieve;
People will learn to greet enemies and they shall be received;

All of us can write, whether you’re white, black, or brown;
Just believe in what you can do; and not to aspire the crown

Of hate, if you dare tomorrow comes without tears,
Nor will there be worries of living in fears;

With this poem, people will burst not
In paroxysm of rage, but, be inspired to share a lot

Such as love, hope, or maybe, just give a friendly kiss;
You know, it’s easy to write a poem, than writing peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rehearsal

Poetry is my palette.
I slowly draw my words,
whispered first on the paper,
then chosen they are heard!

I read them over and over,
and listen if the beat is tight,
that the verse and the structure are in tune, 
and that the meaning is just right.

I paint my picture carefully.
My words are colors true.
It is my heart’s desire,
to share my life experiences with you.

With every printed syllable,
with every pause and word,
with every carefully placed punctuation,
I hope my voice is heard.

I know when I have left this world,
my palette will remain.
My hope is that I am remembered,
by this, my last refrain.





Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Free verse | |

My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Concrete | |

A Written Soldiers Fight

A supreme soldier walks truly alone in the depths of night
he is soft spoken from a life of being so hard that he was stoned until his eyes filled red bloodshot in his sight
he notices what he once thought to be? Was wrong and very far from right
So he asks God for forgiveness from his very own darkness that it may to like his Redemption be shone upon his lost light
He knows its no longer about the bullets in this battle for it is the words in his very own Mind that will matter most in this life among death upon a written soldier's fight.....


Details | Light Poetry | |

' My 300 Spartans ... ' ( or My Scheherazade )


To Commemorate My 300th Poem Here On The Soup

300 Solomons
300 Beacons
300 Spartans
300 Martyrs

300 Tales Done
300 Threads Spun
300 Heartsongs
300 Touchstones

300 Scheherazade
Only 700 More, GOD
and Wherever YOU Beam Me
10,000 More, Gleam Me

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… I Have Lost 200 Poems
But Here Are 300
Because I Open My Arms
To Inspiration Undaunted …

“ Pancakes, Preserves, Poached-Egg & Pork
Maple-Syrup, Milk and Sun-Motes In The Morn
Calling My Name, Just Like Flapjacks To A Fork
Psyche Is Picking Up Poems, Like Babies Just Born “

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A Childhood Poem Remembered …

           I See The Moon
      and The Moon Sees Me
       GOD Bless The Moon
         and GOD Bless Me

… and Long Live, The Love Of Poetry …

                                 The  MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

He Makes Me Smile!

As I sat and wrote this poem, I was grateful for my cozy home. I started praying on my knees, And suddenly I could write with ease. I am sure, that if you pray, He’ll be there for you each day. He’ll show you your talents and your calling, And when you are down, He’ll catch you from falling. When I’m praying on my knees, I know it’s Him I’m going to please. By writing these poems and spreading the Word, He knows when they’re read, His voice will be heard! I hope He makes you smile today! I know it happens if you pray!
Michelle D. ©6/15/06


Details | Tetractys | |

Let This Soul Rejoice (tetractys)

Keep
this heart,
cleanse this mind,
fill it with joy...
Thus, my soul shall rejoice forevermore




Written for Brian Strand's Five and Twenty (Tetractys) Contest


Details | Ode | |

Ode 2 My Poetry

Why can’t I do it how I want to do it?
Been told my rhymes are simplistic at best
I may violate pentameter but I write what I like
Why must it pass some journal’s vapid test?

Behind a block of writer’s I’ve been hiding
Cowed by thoughts of editing snafus
Trying to write deep, intensive tomes of valid lore
Only to be chastened and abused

There’s elegance found in concise expression
Saying all the world in just a line
No matter that I know this I belabor all my thoughts
Create an elegy for elegance in time

Onomatopoeia is my best friend
And alliteration waltzes through my dreams
Thoughts chatter, clatter, chirp and clunk around about my head
Demanding that they be released in streams

And after I have done what I have done here
Exposed my heart by opening my head
I send it forth with hope that someone will enjoy my words
And get rejection letters in their stead

But won’t you like my poem just a little?
I promise it won’t be a trite conceit
You say my writing’s convoluted, so, I strive to simplify it
Then you call my writing sophomoric and cheap

Yet still my writing exists, remonstrating
That whether it be ballad or blank verse
It should be able to do just exactly what it feels like
And it finds you and your editing, perverse

It says it does not care if it is published
Doesn’t want you to consider it profound
For if you did then it might accidentally be common
And make cool people like me put it down

But won’t you like my poem just a little?
At the very least try to be noncommittal


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.







Details | Lyric | |

Nashville, A Dog Gone Hit,

I left my hometown and didn't much look back,
headed southward bound in my Cowboy Cadillac,
arrived at this store to grab me some snacks,
Yea, they're right about this town, of how it really attracks,

Yea, here in the town called Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
They say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers need to be,
but I don't do much singing, 'cause the hound dogs howl at me,
though I sure hope it's worth bringing, my songs, for some to see,

I've got them on the internet, downloading them is free,
I haven't had any right connections yet, but I'm hoping patiently,
gonna find me country singer, try to pitch them a dog gone hit, 
like pitching a horseshoe ringer, you know you just can't quit,

Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where even writers need to be,
no, I don't do much singing, 'cause the hound dogs howl at me,
but I sure hope it's well worth bringing, my songs, for some to see,

Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers hope patiently,
Got some songs to pitch the singers, like me, they just can't quit,
like making a horseshoe ringer, knowing one of them could hit,

I've got them at Poetry Soup, where printing them is free,
log on in, enjoy the view, it's finger friendly as can be,
become a welcomed member, without any sort of fee,
no matter what's your gender, or your nationality,

Yea, here in the town of Nashville, where the Grand Ole Opry's on TV,
they say it's the real deal, where upcoming singers need to be,
Gonna find me a country singer, try to pitch them a dog gone hit,
like throwing a horseshoe ringer, knowing you just can't quit,

Yea, I left my hometown and didn't much look back,
headed southward bound in my Cowboy Cadillac,
arrived at this store to grab me some snacks,
Yea, they're right about this town, of how it really attracks.


Details | Ballad | |

The Forgotten Ones

Forgotten somewhere in the midst of steel and concrete. 
Bound by shackles and chains even in our sleep. 
Living like wolves preying amongst lost sheep. 
Concrete tears and pains so mindfully deep. 

Forgotten by those on the outside. 
We cant even run no where, we cant even hide. 
No choice left but to sit and fight. 
In here only the strong minded survive. 
Truth be told in here what is wrong is right. 

All most os us got is wasted M&^*&F*^&&ng time. 
We sit back and work out and write heartfelt rhymes. 
Not to be a victim of prey we all trying. 
Many stories are told, songs are written of truth over lying. 

We are gone for the moment but not truly forgotten so the hurt we must not show it.
 We are to old while we young to be crying in front of full grown men for this is a time we must out grow it.
 There aint no way out this hell hole and we all know it. 
Feelings of hopelessness surrounds te heart to the point where we can no longer control it.
 
In here there is only time no fun. 
Darkness fills night no light shone in here from the sun. 
Only by our own selves we may be out done. 
BECAUSE IN HERE IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE TRULY THE FORGOTTEN ONES....


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Bio | |

I Am Poetry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Praise no other; I am poetry.


Details | Verse | |

Scorn

HAD FUN WITH ENTERING THE DICTIONARY FUN CONTEST sponsored by Delliah Ventura!
THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT HAD TO BE IN THE POEM 

Abomination scorn Affection Passion Yearning
Struggle Attempt Cherish Relationship Flame
Taste Tender Inner soul Bloom Bamboozle

HERE IS MY ON THE SPOT CREATION!..enjoy :)
I was a woman scorn 
Unknowingly  cherished a relationship
where the flame was no longer existent;
where time flew by in the distance and I missed
everything in my life I intended 
because I was accepting a me that depended
on him
I made an attempt to bamboozle the truth
and convince myself that he wasn’t screwing Kim
Ultimately I faked passion and lustfully feigned for affection
since I’d been betrayed
So, I got down on my knees and  I prayed 
I began yearning for knowledge of my Inner soul
I began to taste freedom and feel whole
The healing began and my consciousness rose - fresh bloom
It was no longer a struggle to end an abomination that would 
prove to be a path of doom


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Concrete | |

Please Don't Asked For My Decision On Anything

Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
The difference between, the Concord or a Jet Plane
The Republican or the Democrats, 
White lies or some faker boldfaces fibbers 
 The donkey audible or the gold $$$ signs
Each of them has his or hers agenda to threaten small businesses
Like our MA & Pa's Country Stores
What is next to give city contract to street whores?


You stole from poor and you gave to the rich
how unfortunate:
investing billions of dollars into useless political funds 
let wait and see which canidiate is going to get the job done

To send a man to the moon is costly 
taking care of a homeless shelter is leisure: and tax deductible
However, giving millions dollars companies a hefty tax break:
                                                                       not so sensible. 


Please don't anybody ask me to decide anything. I do not know
How is the weather outside, it is raining? Sunny or simply gloomy
Because I guarantee one day someone is going to sue me.
Either for libel or slander

 Or just for being a party pooper: Like our famous America future 
Sarah P
Please don’t anybody ask me to decide anything.
 because my views on world politics is shilly-shally.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Soup Hall of Fame

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


Details | I do not know? | |

Crucifier (poem story)


On the day He died, I felt ashamed.
Quiet and remorse, I wanted to remain..
Why did I follow the ways of the worldly men?
When they mocked, scorned and spit on him?
I was the cause for what He went through.
I tried to find comfort; but, guilt was all I knew.
I couldn't eat or sleep, knowing He was dead.
Wishing now, I could take back everything I did or said.
When I had no one, He took care of me.
Set in my ways, his caring; I couldn’t see..
When I was ridiculed He didn’t take part.
Every kind thing He did, came from the heart.
He showed love to the rich and the poor.
To the lonely and the broken hearted, He restored.
How could I have been so prideful and blind?
How could I have been so cruel and unkind?
Sadness and guilt would not give up.
I wanted desperately to have taken the cup.
Why did I point at him and yell “Crucify!"
Part of the crowd, I sentenced him to die!
Oh, my Judas heart what have I done!
Oh, heavenly Father, I have betrayed your Son!
Crying and weeping, my heart slowly withers away~
So ashamed of what I took part in and witnessed that day.
As the days and nights slowly wore on.
I knew in my Judas heart what must be done.
In my heart I no longer wanted to live.
My own life, I wanted to give.
I bowed my head, feeling laden with sorrow.
What is the future of man's tomorrow?
I lifted up my face with tear stained delight.
There beyond me a beautiful luminous sight.
Was that Jesus standing there? Or was it a dream?
I wanted to run and tell him those things I said, I didn't mean.
I walked up to him crying and at his feet I knelt.
He looked at me, knowing my heart; what I felt.
He showed me his nail pierced hands~
Why He still loved me, I didn’t understand..
What I did I could no longer face.
But, in loving arms, I realized I was saved by his grace.
He said, He loved me and all men still.
That He died because it was His Father’s will~
That, through him, all men might be saved.
I knew then, in place of ours, his life He gave.
That all men may repent and be forgiven.
To be in heaven eternally~
Not In Hell, forever condemned. 
To reign with the heavenly Father~
For all eternity, where unconditional love abides~
To be with Christ forever~ by His side.


Details | Clerihew | |

Not, yet

I dreamt myself as poet-frog
And good Fancy` Fairy
Would stoop to pick my verse…
But she didn`t come.


Details | Couplet | |

A Gentle Scream

This tender breeze picks up my thoughts...
Up high over many skys with hopes of being caught...

Left to only imagine if it passed over or fell to its death...
Or maybe catch the eyes of a Poet I never met...

Either way I will start my day the same...
With anticipation and hope that my words will fly untamed...

To maybe here whispers that they were seen...
And to finally bring a smile through a gentle scream..


Details | Ballad | |

Keep Trying

 Im Building my own teepee made from straw Logz 
I try n keep up with my cats but how can I when I cant even trust my own dogz 
I know I have a hard tyme trying to get a simple regular low paying job 
but I shall overcome, I shall rise against all my past tattz and all my ****ing oddz
 I used to be down with the evil d, now Im down with the holy G yeah dats God 
I used to give you nothing Lord now its tyme I start to giving you nodz 
I used to be all about talk, but now cuz of you Lord Im all about walk 
I spit words while I walk through gates locked either bottom or top I still rize till I drop
 I dont stop I shoot guns at fake cops tryna steal my patnaz freedom socks 
but this my life now homie I cant end up lying in chalk 
I walk my talk while I talk my walk through unknown clocks ticking away like my times tock...
 
I running past bumps while Im jumping over dead pits 
I struggle like many, a life of addiction I know its hard to quit 
I just had my first kid....it still hard tryna rize above the past shyt i did....
 I done placed my rez life betz...I done already placed my lifetyme bid 
I cant lie I still smoke n drink but the alcohol from my life rite now like many I struggle to rid
 I try n cover up shyt but how can I cover up tattoos Lord they come without a lid
 everymorn it feels as if I awake to a life full of crap leaving me lil tyme to give a shyt
 but thats life Lord I know now thats how we deal n what we MAKE OF IT 


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry

Poetry is pure emotion
It speaks with pure devotion

It tells a story of feeling
one that can be quite revealing

Words that simply come together
Phrases forming without tether

A picture painted from the heart
To have all visualize in part

A depiction of our soul
A poem that makes us whole


Details | Rhyme | |

My Book of Poems

A book of poems
with my name on it
is my ambition, someday.
A book of poems
with my name on it,
with something, inside, to say.
Not a big book, not thick, not mushy --
not that kind of book for me.
My book must be lean, must be spare --
though pithy and strong --
and stand free.
A small book of poems
with my name on it:
all that I need
to leave here of me.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Clerihew | |

My only good poetry

While preparing 1001 soups
For the last night of this year
        I wrote a poem,
My only good poetry, ready to win the 1st Prize;
But I dropped it in…Soup.


Details | Acrostic | |

It's Just One Word

 Am I the only one who's feeling there is something very wrong with all of this ,
I can't seem to get anybody to listen not even when I raise  my fist.
    How can they not see what I see ,has everybody lost thier mind I say,
Why can't they see what it is that is making them act this way.
   Have you taken a look around to see  there's something that has changed,
When you look into peoples eyes Lord how you can see the rage.
   No compassion  for thier fellow man as if they have never ever cared,
For the future of mankind and how we all should be  aware.
    Saw a friend of mine the other day he was acting a little strange ,
I can't help but wonder just when , how , and who's the blame.
   This power and greed is consuming us all we just can't seem to stop
Stepping on our brothers & sisters as we  race to the top.
   Where's the love ,the kindness ,the hope and faith  we use to live by,
How we allowed ourselves to sink so low I' will never know why.
    Still I will contunue to spread the word which has always been,
Be good and love one another as you are learning not to sin.
    Please don't be another wreck that has been pushed to the side ,
If you' listen to the one and only word you will know why.
    We will all band together so we can stand  tall and free,
It is one simple word and that is love how could you nor see.
TAC


Details | Bio | |

Living for Something and Dying for Nothing

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of lasting freedom you know what I mean.


Details | Clerihew | |

My clerihews

My constant reader, you are my only muse for clear views;
I`m happy to amuse,
But sad enough, if inspired clerihews
Have no other use.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Death Of A Believer

        DEATH OF A BELIEVER
The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all that few can ever see.

It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.

     Old man, you're numbered to your final breath
      and no one cares for all your sweat and tears,
    your rest is not until it's done in death,
      but keep the faith in what you've done for years.
            © ron wilson


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?


Details | Acrostic | |

Everytime I Look Around The Corner

I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/ 
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
 I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/ 
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
 I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/ 
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
 The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
 I try and overcome my own selfish greed/ 
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/ 
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
 But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
 Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/ 
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
 help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/ 
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Verse | |

The Poetic Blues

I think I self-sabotage unknowingly 
because of fear
So my message goes unheard because I’m afraid to let the people hear
And end up drowning in the poetic blues
doubting my ability to write about the truth;

I dug deeper and deeper into myself trying to write a poem good enough to be free of judgment
Then I stepped out on faith and suddenly I was triumphant 
and my writing grew 
and I was loving it
I had finally passed the fear of speaking and caring about who the fu*c! was judging it

As I wait to be inspired for the next poem, 
I sit and think alone and drown in my sorrows
Listening to jazz, blues and a.m. radio
trying to find an excuse not to perform at the SLAM 
because again I can’t think of a damn thing to write…..
Drowning in poetic blues
Will this be the one that will be thrown away and never be used 

Or will this be the one that transcends the others  
and finally prove that poetry is blues and blues is poetry and hip hop and jazz and r&b, 
Poetry is music and the words dance around in my soul 
and I am free once they become spoken 
In the meantime the paper is where the words will rest 
until the silence is broken

Drowning in the sea of proper delivery 
My voice, my stance, my intensity
How will others interpret the words that I’ve chosen so diligently?
I wrap my soul around the possibility that none of the words I choose – 
will keep me from becoming deluged and trapped by the poetic blues

Somehow my heart refuses to accept that I don’t deserve to have my words heard 
and it takes over this whole process
No more time for shrinking and feeling less
I was born to  make my words manifest light
I am a gorgeous medium to the truth yeah that's right
I was sent here to give you a piece of good news
Remember that God is with you when you get
The poetic blues


Details | Didactic | |

Realm of Reality

Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The
journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the
time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best,
your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you
came to life to solve and to believe in.
Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him.




Right now I am, thinking what to write
Holding my pen, it’s almost midnight,
I’m truly out of words, to express my whole life,
It’s so absurd, cut all pain through a knife
And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul
I know that You know, what I am going through
And I’m not sure I believe, unless I really feel
But I know when You’re not there, so I pray to feel You near

Now I can see, what this life is about
Now I do know, I’m too lost without,
Diamond in the rough, that’s what I was
But now I’m reborn by the shower of Your bliss
I’d die to satisfy, I’d do everything I can,
No matter how tough, after all I’m a man
I won’t fall apart, You’re always in my heart
I’d swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend

This undying grace of Your creation,
Time and space, more than perfection
You’ve opened my eyes and showed me the truth
You’ve blessed peace to my soul; I know what’s my role
I see two key coins, one black and one white
And all I have to join, the one with your light
Life is as it is, we make it our own
Hard or easy, full or alone

Everything grows, as they all involve
With the rose you put down, to show us what’s love
I wake up early, to see Your beauty,
Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done,
I drive all the way and see my problems solved,
By Your love from above, I stand still so firm
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.


Details | Alliteration | |

Alliteration

  
Putting words and “wards” in my words

I’m not wayward, but waying words into their ward

The world’s words are wayward

But my words are “rhyming” “way” “words”

My world, are full of words

But the world is full of wrongs

Yes! I’ll right the wrong by rhyming words

With writing rights, I’ll write right

My “right”, my ways, my words, my world,

Hmmm, “way words”,   	

Will change our world.


Details | Free verse | |

Posthumously

Destiny
Sordid, shoddy succubus
Culled consciousness
Mottled, beguiled muse
Hungry for hope
An eruption of erudition 
To be showered with praise
Cleansed pride
Chloroformed strife 

Where dreams tease unkempt hair
And eulogize tear stained verse
Sacrificed on stripped oak altars
Trembling hostages of insatiable sermons 
Sterile sunrises
Mourned by cramped, fertile fingers
I pray to my paranoia of invasion

Voices
Viscid footsteps
Shadows of salvation 
Which pass without query
Again
Chortling echoes of obtuse obituaries
As I lie shackled to tomes of obscurity
Tortured
Starving
Undiscovered 
Dead


Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 


Details | Clerihew | |

We can swim beyond the storms

Unknown friend immerses 
In my fullerene verses,   
And finds four allotropes forms… 
We can swim beyond the storms.


Details | Couplet | |

Locked Inside

I needed a way to release from inside,
All of the tears that I never cried,

My head was exploding from all I kept in,
While onto my face I glued a fake grin;

I hid inside my suspicion and fears,
And locked them away for many years;

They built up a wall and trapped me within,
Until I didn’t even know where to begin;

I had every emotion locked in my heart,
So I started to write, I made it my art.


Details | Haiku | |

Great expectations

Great expectations
of all metals to win the clay:
Seasons`cuneiforms ...


Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: The Infinite Magic of Lyricism

Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.


(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")


Details | Senryu | |

' King David's 23rd Psalm ... ' (Classical - Tribute) 61st Senryu

‘ King David’s 23rd Psalm … ’ (Classical-Tribute)  61st  Senryu



The Brave Should Know Song:
King David’s ‘ 23rd Psalms ’
Makes Warriors Stay Strong


Details | Ballad | |

The Artist and The Poet

There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/
 Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/
 This my poetry and self-made concrete art only I control it/ So all ya critics out there behold it/
 I was gone for a minute locked up and locked down trapped inside concrete/ 
I was at work the whole time my poetic skills only got better they did not sleep/
 Now I arize through shackles and chains I now know true defeat/ 
Im here to stay Im the artist keeper the true se7en poet of keep/ 
I will do what I gotta to be poetically remembered the day I go se7en feet deep/
 But for now my life upon ya'll I lyrically creep/ 
My thoughts are one of a kind they cannot be replicated/ 
Im so relevant now fifty years from now I still wont be outdated/ 
Its your coice you can love it or you can hate it/ Go ahead haters debate it/ 
Still Im the Artist and the Poet thats my motto statement/ 
A whole empire of poetry and artwork since lockdown I have painfully with pleasure created/ NEVER AGAIN WILL MY ART AND POETRY BE UNDERRATED/
 I was nothing before all the time spent in concrete and confinement/ 
Now Im truly poetic with artistic assignments/ Anything I draw I can also rhyme it/
 There are more to my tattoos each one has a story and a meaning behind it/ 
I knew there was hope in poetic art I just had to find it/ 
All I got to say now is "F@#k ya'll who wanna Doubt me/ 
F&%k all dat shyt you judge me like Im on American Idol when you dont even know shyt bout me/
 Your vision of life is blurry and your death thoughts seem to be a lil cloudy/ 
I am a Poetistic Diamond in the rough it was God it wasnt you who found me/ 
Now I know more people from around the way gon crowd me/ where money and trouble again will surround me/
 I was a lost gem on lockdown waiting to shine, waiting to poetyically explode/ 
A natural born poet carving out my own road/ Living by my own F%$#%ckin poetic codes/
 I can't be rhymefest free when I get lost in that poetic mode/ 
My Time is almost here/ I been waiting for this momnet all f&&%&ing year/ 
I cant believe I made through many concrete shed tears and many unheard of outside fears/
 My freedom day is near I will not blow it/ 
This my time now homie I control it/ Im concretely the smartest writer even if you aint know it/
 MAKE WAY PEOPLE FOR THE SE7EN KING ARTIST AND POET


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


Details | Ballad | |

Back On That Road Again

Yeah I'm back on that same road once more, 
Struggling like litterally I see our very children eating off the dirt floor' 
Who can really give a **** about dollars because where Im from over ninety percent living dirt poor,
 Even down here the struggle remains the same, 
Alcohol remains top dog around here it wont change, 
We want something different yet we keep seeking just a little more money, just a little fame,
 We aint happy with what we got now so we let the bull *****get to the brain.......
 Its sad how our people let even ourselves be lowered to ask for pocket change, 
We dying fast, no not our people but our culture cant you see the blood stains? 
Cant you see the youth playing games, six feet deep is where many of our very own youth sleep, forever trapped in their death beds still laying,
 I just hope I am remebered strong when Im gone confused why sometimes I wont stop praying...........but its alright though because Im back on that road again lost without family or friends......I dont know where to stop but I know where it begins........there's a meaning to everything in the start on this road so lets make this a memorable End......


Details | Blank verse | |

Creative Hunger: Pacified.

You are my split nail.
Ragged.
I catch you on every pair of stockings that I wear.
You snag my lip a thousand times a day,
subconsciously drawing blood.
I should spare the time to trim your edges,
to calm your pleadings, to dull your voice,
and yet...
you are my sharpened edge,
my heightened response, my after-all~
(and here I thought you were my paper quill
flowing ink to swirling black in stone scented liquid on feathered paper air... 
absorb absorb
ah, absorb me...)
but hope upon hope comes to naught tonight
as you are but a fortune of pain
on the verge of exposé,
and I simply,
unequivocally,
have no time for you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Dancing Sheep

When the pen has lost its way
When ideas and ink run dry
Leave the desk and turn away
Take what wings you have and fly
Leave facts and figures on the page
Free your dreams from fettered sleep
And let them take you from the stage
To floating fields and dancing sheep.

For all we are is never told
Nor ever measured by the eye
Mostly unseen we just grow old
And no one sees us passing by
We are the tethered fantasy
Most of the time we do not care
For most of what the others see
Is only what we choose to wear

But in the mind's eye's overview
We see the parts, the acts we play
We know the scripts we follow through
Just waiting for the perfect day
And maybe, one untroubled night,
We'll quietly wish upon a star
And in that moment's grip, we might,
Have just a glimpse of who we are.


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Alliteration | |

One Among Many part 2

I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better. 
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
 I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
 I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.


Details | Concrete | |

Contradicted Convict Finds Concept

I used 2 think I know what I wanted out of my confused soul/
I want not what I have ,I want what I never had/
I want my time 2 stop, yet it still continues 2 go/
I strive 2 be good but almost always end up in the bad/
Livin in this American Struggle I was once happy, now seems like Im forever sad/
Im a man of values and peace but find myself in corruptness and fights/
In prison I had many dark days and very few bright nights/
No matter how wrong I was I am still 100% right/
Im searchin for inner peace but find myself so self-conflicted/
I want this but rather have that, Im so self-contradicted/
I find my heart fightin lovely thingz my soul so badly hated/
I want 2 be normal but find my talents by so many overrated/
I find it so easy 2 forsake that I rarely myself ever forgive/
My mind wants 2 die while my heart still wants to live/ 
I want to be recognized that I go unnoticed and lose track of the real me/
So I came 2 a concept of appreciating the fact that Im now free/ 
Now I just want to kick back an be me....


Details | Verse | |

Constructive Criticism

Poetry is subjective and can be written how you like;
There are many different ways in which to write.

You can put it down as prose or create some double rows,
Triangles, squares etc. are alright.

I had feedback yesterday from a person with no name;
I guess most of you have had some too.

He said my poetry’s bad, archaic and awfully RANK;
But I don’t write for him, I write for some of you.

Constructive criticism is welcomed by us all
To help us each achieve a higher goal.

To knock for knockings sake is very bad indeed
It makes a normal person less than whole!

If you have something to say, make sure you give a rock
To the person whom you wish to criticise.

Give them helpful hints; you’ll find that the response
Will illuminate from their ever grateful eyes!


Details | Free verse | |

In League with Others

I am in league with the roses,
Petals askew in a scarlet conspiracy

Oh I am in league with the roses,
Swaying along in this lover’s confederacy;

I’m in league with the devils,
A mob together raging alight

I’m in league with the devils,
Our very breaths fanning our damned plight;

And with the clouds I have marched abreast,
Bringing storm and heavens in tow

For amongst the clouds I have marched abreast, 
Purpose seeded in the sky to grow;

I am a hire sword in league with grander designs,
Through all of which I am never prone

Yes, I am a hireling in league with foreign designs,
Happy that I am never still to stand alone.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless 
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
bare.
skimmin’ 
	skippin’ 
		scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical 
warfare.

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 
lit 
missile. 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”


Details | I do not know? | |

That Place

A birth ends, another begins.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.


From struggle to splendour, from feeble to forever.

All is remembered, all is forgotten.


Will we learn today

From all whom have, the path, lay.

Will we turn the clocks of yesterday

And have it another way.


To learn to forget,

To learn to remember.

To strive only for That Place,

Where all is remembered, all is forgotten.



(In memory of R. R., 1986-2009)


Details | Lyric | |

Beautiful Inspiration

Beautiful and inspiring is he,
Who sees the world through rose colored glasses.
If only he could see what I see.
His sight is clouded with unfortunate sadness and melancholy
He views the world from a birds eye perspective,
He sees the beauty of the world around him...
Yet true love and honest beauty,
Grounded in reality
He has neglected.
He soars on eagles wings,
Beautiful inspiration is what he brings.
Strong and confident is he,
Yet blinded by loves unsure indemnity.
A broken heart, the gift of his passion
Has left him standing alone...
My beautiful inspiration.


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetic Shoes Blues

Sometimes we need a kind ear bent.
So all our troubles, we can vent.
Our hearts get heavy in this life.
It's kind of you to share the strife.

I hope you bear this cross in mind.
Your kind regards, I hope to find.


For Judy Konos contest Put yourself in the readers shoes.


Details | Imagism | |

Embrace

They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night, 
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.

Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.

Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass; 
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme 
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.


Details | Lyric | |

Phantom

i don't wanna sit here 
in the garden, without you 
i don't want to be here 
falling apart, waiting for you 
cause i'm sick and tired 
of existing here, without you dear 
hanging onto nothing, hoping for something 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be 

i'm not gonna stand here 
all evening, without a clue 
i'm not gonna be here 
sweetheart, bleeding just for you 
cause i'm sick and tired 
of burning here, without you dear 
hanging onto nothing, hoping for something 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be 

you're not adam, 
more like the snake 
you're the phantom, 
that haunts me 
you can't be adam 
more like the snake 
you're the phantom, 
ripping my heart away 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be


Details | Rhyme | |

The Perfect Storm

The perfect storm


rising from the bed
where i pretend i sleep
spotted in a sea
millions of words deep
do i dare to dream?

for years i screamed a warning
through my amplifier pen
my life and love your push and shove
and the places i have been
everything's past tense

there's the way things are
and the way they should be
but the past is a prison
and there isn't a key
rear projection tomorrow

in the past i am a flower
in the future i was a seed
the warmest winter of my life
just before the summers freeze
the compass needle spun



now the waters stand to rise
from hard rains fallen in my blood
pooling into who i am
about to make my dreams a flood
i am the perfect storm

and if the rivers overflow
and come and quench my land of drought
will you admit you're wrong and drown?
or will you called to be pulled out
from a one way street


Details | Free verse | |

Lasting Freedom

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of LASTIN FREEDOM you know what I mean.


Details | ABC | |

My First Poem

I thought as hard as I could
Of how I would my first poem begin
But this I knew
That once I put my pen to paper
Then I could write a full book


So I started to write
With my eyes moving from left to right
And a lot running through my mind
People will hate it
While some others, it will change their lives


But this again I knew
That behind the best lines are worst words too
I hope it would be given a fair trial
My heart couldn't hope for any better
And at the end, you would say
How I love to read this poem again


Details | Lyric | |

Roses & Thorns

im all alone and thats the way it should be
because no one was good enough to try and tame me
so sit back and relax and enjoy the fall
the truth really hurts you never loved me at all

you say you love me 
but i saw past your lies
and let me tell you somethin' baby 
i'm not fallin' for you this time

roses around my hand 
and thorns around my feet
who would have known 
you were wrapped around me

but you tore me to shreds 
and i thank God for that
because if you never hurt me 
i wouldnt ever get you back 

so here i go without you
somewhere you can never reach me
and you can rest assure
im not takin' you with me

to this happi place
that makes me numb
where revenge will get you
its so good to be home

because the roses left me bleedin'
maybe that was a sign
that you would turn on me
and walk straight out of my life

you say you love me 
but i saw past your lies
and let me tell you somethin' baby 
i'm not fallin' for you this time

there's no ring around my finger
and thats ok
because im unobtainable
and thats the way it should be


Details | I do not know? | |

Unashamed Self-Promotion

:-)


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:

http://afzalmoolla.wordpress.com/ 

Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


:-)





Details | Free verse | |

The Now Of I Love You

by R. Ellis


Blue falls on the river
tonight falling and recoiling
in a splashing wave of stars
like frozen rain.

I miss the most of you that
I know which is a little piece
of something small but powerful
No burning flames no one the
sames just the now of I love you.


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Details | Narrative | |

Will to Live


I look ahead to the ends promised in my mind
But always reality clouds my eyes with the peppers of life
Sometimes I make hasty progress
Only a few steps ahead to be forced more steps to regress

Sometimes my hope gets a boost from a fine line I read off a book
But as soon as I lay down the book 
The reality of a stool beneath my foot
Makes me anticipate the pain of the noose

Still I have a will and I know that soon I will
On the back of the winged unicorn of my dreams 
...I will soar free
This reality is for the benefit of my dreams
On its harsh grindstones I will sharpen my will to live


Details | Free verse | |

The transformation of the skeletal soul

Winding winding
winding
baby
wicked
wicked
Baby 
seasons
Today Now now 
now now
baby
Sex SEx
now
hey hey 
Name


seasons winding 
hey hey
baby
wicked wicked wicked
today
baby baby
Sex Sex Sex
hey

anybody
anybody anybody
anybody
winding
hey Sex
Sex Sex Sex SEx
hey hey
seasons anybody 
anybody 
winding winding
hey hey hey









Details | I do not know? | |

Politically Correct

Politically correct I’m not; if you seek precision you ought,
find the time, to define the rhyme of perfection
in words you’ve sought.

A simplicity of words I am; I do not write for status or glam,
I pen my mind, whether thoughts callous or kind,
truthfulness you’ll find.

Paper is more powerful for me, not keystrokes of a PC you see,
a pen in hand, is more commanding and grand,
when writing on demand.

Following the norm is queer; I allow the pen and paper to steer,
a symphony of life, thru every memory and strife,
of a mother, daughter and wife.

Technological progress I dread, only because the pen is now dead,
so take heed in my words, though seemingly absurd,
but a poetic pen should always be heard.


Details | Free verse | |

The Writer

The Writer

Inspired by darkness he writes only at night;
Studying stanzas—seducing spellchecks
With the stroke of a pen he is anyone or anything
His great works are subjected to sabotage—prone to plagiarism
His ideas far exceed his lifespan
He will take them with him so that they remain unforgotten
There are times when he is repulsed by his own thoughts
Ashamed that his open-mindedness is so brave— so brazen
He must be careful with his words
Disguising them to avoid unwanted attention
He masters this skill by the memorizing
His important blueprints: a dictionary and thesaurus
The only two books worthy to his cause
He is a word hunter; silently stalking his prey
Snatching them from songs
Taking them from television 
Scavenging from scripts
He fishes them out in an ocean of conversations—inspecting his catch cautiously
Releasing the insignificant
Filleting the essential
He doesn’t waste words by packing them into passages
He displays them attractively on a canvas of possibilities
He raises them from lonely letters to surprising syllables
He rescues them from reckless writers—saving them from abuse
His message is vivid and clear, he refuses to practice the art of confusion
Without writing he is nothing; another drone in a misguided world
With it, he is unstoppable
Creating creative carnage
Amongst freethinkers and immortalizing injustices…in print
He sees he world in rich detail; analyzing the outline of all creation
Nothing is missed— from the tiniest atom to the utmost wonder
His memory is impeccable—photographic and precise
Every element, since childhood, is engraved in his mind
He has a fetish for fountain pens—collecting them like trophies
Never using them, only worshiping their power, it is mightier than any sword
Writing is his purpose 
Even though he will never be satisfied
Every draft s a rough one— susceptible to alterations
It is his weakness 
He is forever troubled by the idea of revision


Details | Haiku | |

versus

there are those that need
structure even in their art
personally not

for me, I'll write it
however it comes to me
sorry if it don't fit

in your poetry 
mold, keeps me from growing old
you wouldn't want that

so write your tight 'lil
lines and I will still write mine
hopefully we can

share some dreams and things
and for each of us it will
still be very real


Details | Free verse | |

Words No One Hears

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert


Details | Epic | |

Sinful Saint

Yeah I walk around life waitng for death/ 
I live in constant despair looking to be blessed/ 
Lies over truth around here always seem to infect/ 
The more sin I get in life the more saintly I seems less/ 
Im trapped in same dark place ;looking for a lighter quest 
I try and live a life full of goodness still trapped in badness I am yet to confess/
 I try and hold onto what seems like something but theres nothing really but family left/
 I know I am not he best, nor am I like the rest/ 
I know I can master checkers but still downed in chess/. 
I got to clean up my act because my life is a mess/ 

I patiently sit back while I ponder life for death and I wait/ 
I might as well look for something simple because I never find nothing great/ 
I struggle to stay under love and over my own hate/ 
I try and be real with others when to my own self I stay fake/ 
I feel life obstacles jolt my ambition like a chain that never breaks/ 
I want less more in life yet as a daily sinner I continue to both physically and mentally take/
 I try and change my dark ways but still struggle at the fact that it might be too late/
 I usaully catch myself complaining when infact I should be thankful for whats on my plate/
 I usually hang onto the past and get scared of the future when I should worry about today/
 I going to be that better man for my child because that sinner no longer in my heart I aint/
 Sometimes in life we all struggle until we strive, but until then Im trapped between a young lost SINFUL SAINT........


Details | Free verse | |

The Same Reservation Road

I walk through the reservation valley of alcoholic death/ 
I fear no darkness among my own for the light breathes life on its own through my every breath/ I can no longer fit in for I need to stand out above the rest/
 I can no longer follow, I got to be the host of my own because Im tired of being the guest/
 
I want to be the writer I dont want to be the reader/ 
I want to be the artist with the brush, I want to create I want to finally be my own leader/
 I want to be able to follow society's rules because I am tired of being a cheater/
 I want to be the supplier because Im tired of being the seeker/ 

I guess life is what I make it/ Forgive less as much as I still continue to forsake it/
 My life is just a jolt but at times I feel death shake it/ Grab my emotions by the reins and straight earthquake it/ I try and fix my problems until someone comes by and breaks it/
 but this is my time because Im still young so this young opportunity in life I must Take it.
 
I got to hold my head held high from being low/ 
I got to stay lost until I find my own being my purpose of another young lost soul/
 I cannot stop because Im too tired of staying stuck I must stay on go/ 
This my life now I know it my story waiting to be patiently told/ 
This my life now I got to let it un fold/ Let it slowly but surely grow/ 
Im just a hidden bomb waiting for my poetry to blow/ 
EVERYTHING I DID OR DO IN LIFE NOW IS SOMETHING I CHOSE? 
I GOTTA CHANGE BECAUSE I JUST CANT KEEP WALKING THE SAME RESERVATION ROAD.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Broken yet Bound

Yeah I know my life may be broken but yet my purpose in my life is still bound/ 
Im picked up by Jesus everytime Im lower than dirt burriend alive underneath the ground/ I look for signs, I look for meanings, I try and hear something great but cant hear no sounds/ 
I look like S&^t, I look like a clown/ 
I know life aint no joke, aint no game because a lot people I seen last decade and last year are no longer around./
 I was lost in lies until I found truth, I was lost in prison until appreciating freedom in me was found./
 IM know I still got purpose for broken life that is bound...........


Details | Rhyme | |

Please Enjoy (Spanish Lira)

I write daily with my heart
Capturing the essence of the chosen words
Hoping you become a part
Wishing you read and think that it’s not absurd
So I know to go out, making myself heard



SPANISH LIRA, Syllable count is, 7,11,7,7,11, Rhuming a,b,a,b,b,


Details | Free verse | |

Motivated

It’s the flight of pregnant birds that I am reminded of
Bloated and cramping
Legs tucked close in, wings beating away with paternal efficacy 
Never towards a nest
Always in flight
As if the very notion of rest a circling falcon
A tireless hunter, promising a swift demise, bodies left to decay…

This, this is a pregnant flock of desires and ideas
Notions and purpose
Encumbered and floating, rolling clouds heavy with rain 
And this flock rolls on
Until with a spasm of wings and anticipated rhythm 
A gush of rains and new life is announced
And from each bird, pregnant from birth
Comes a new flock, each end every belly swollen with life
And new ideas surge forth
And newly feathered wings beat with renewed zeal
And a multitude of pregnant flocks take to the skies,
	
And it’s these birds I’m reminded off
When I pick up the pen to write
Because in each and every bird I observe
I see that pregnant mother of possibility
Beating her wings, soaring above the ground
To give birth in the skies,
Where my ideas soar, soar and give birth
And I am reminded of them
Every time I come to write
And fear I will write nothing at all.   


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetic Toxins

I write what I know, and know what I write.
I travel through time, every rhyme with might.
Ruminating the past; its wrongs and its rights.
Any time of the day, and any darkness of night.

I pen history and its future, as small as it seems,
Inking a mission, my pen shadows my dreams.
I engrave bits of pain, through every extreme.
Inscribing a passion, my script and its regime.

My pen is much mightier, than an army indeed,
it slashes its victims with a whimsical need.
It destroys its targets, planting a poetic seed.
It preys on cruelty, and the abusive it feeds.

Feeding a toxic dose, of words and rhymes,
serving a deadly concoction of ink in time.
For the tongue is more lethal in words of rhyme,
the triumphant work of a poet; yours and mine.


Details | Rhyme | |

Beyond Words

Flowing words that show a story well
Rhyme a delight to see upon a veil.
Poetry soothes the soul, tells of feelings.
Lines in metaphors, inspirational dealings,
Verse that is free, describes virtual history.
Acrostics can deliver any kind of mystery.
Poetry more graceful than a flowing brush,
Creates pictures and forms in breaking hush,
Haiku surrenders nature’s beauty so short.
Senryu captures humanities truth and tort.
Paint captures sight; poetry feels the scene.
Writers develop spirits, feelings felt and seen.
Sculptors captivate realism, fantasy supreme.
Poets bring joy, sadness, life, love, in a dream.
Whether rhyming or not, a good poet shows.
Few or many lines they create properly flows.
Poetry rings out in emotions of various forms.
Lines of any verse go way beyond the norms.


Details | Quatrain | |

THE BOY'S PASSION FOR MUSIC

He lived when Elvis, the Beatles, Johnny Cash and the Rolling Stones
had strings of hits and he passionately hummed those up-beat songs...
dreaming of becoming as successful and famous as they were;
and following his dream, he turned into a big country singer!


Everywhere he went, he carried a heavy transistor radio
and listened to them and learned those country and rock lyrics...
and the longer he sung them, the more he fed his ego,
so he wrote words without music, hoping to create melodies!.



Sitting at the piano as Beethoven did, he frantically played those keys,
blending them with easiest chords; and if they sounded awkward to him,
he would certainly use another chord that was simpler and more harmonic...
so the boy's passion for music grew as he planned to hit many unknown roads!


Up North, people called country stars:  hillbillies with nasal, funny voices
and such names like rednecks caught on; one would be surprised by their remarks,
or at how they unfairly they were discriminated...and they were all proud Americans!
But the boy's passion for music took him to unimaginable heights and riches!


Details | Couplet | |

From My Eyes

One lasting drop of rain...
One teardrop shy of pain...

Only puddles are soon left...
Only blurred eyes from tears wept...

Cloudy skys that move in haste...
Cloudy thoughts that have a taste...

A raging fire that pours with words...
A raging poem that can still be heard...


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part II

The Med between us
The gusts make me think of you
Storms... it’s just like home.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Adding Lines

Let
Me
Try this
A new way
To express our thoughts-
Share our mathematical hearts

My
Left
Breast aches
Cancer cries
My Life proves worthwhile
As chemotherapy invades

Can’t 
Wait
To share
With students
Poetry in math
Lessons from the pain and healing


Details | I do not know? | |

Chapters

Our lives are like stories 
Like the ones found in books
We all play our part in the plot
But you were a bit more than just a character
Babe, you were a chapter

Chapters begin and end so quickly
So fleeting, like the way we would flirt
A heart-pounding beginning with a dry, cold close

I'm saying good bye 
This is for every time I could have cried
This is for every night that you forgot I exist
But I haven't shed a tear on you and, boy, I'm not gonna try
This is for every single mean thing you say
This is me deciding not to pretend I'm looking the other way
This is something I'm doing for me
So good bye, cause no longer will I be the girl who is blind

The chapter has sealed itself shut
So sit in your room and play some mean songs about me
I don't care, I know somebody with nicer hair

As a kid you must have been the bully on the playground
I'm done being the girl you give affection to and push down 
And I'm tired of standing on the sidelines while you try to run the show
I'm gonna move on with my life 
Prove there are things you will never know
There are things that books can't tell you 
Things only the heart can understand
You don't have one of those
So, pardon me, if I don't consider you a man

The chapter has ended but I won't shed a tear
The future's too bright for me to look back to darkness










Details | Blank verse | |

Writing Under Pressure

 Im sitting here writing under pressure/ my life is optomistic even though it getting lesser/ Im sitting here writing for tomorrow if this should be my death letter/
 I know I aint the best but I could be doing better/
 Im softer that a bunny but I can get froggy hard skinned like leather/ 
Im standing out in this cold written breeze with no sweater/
 Im swimming through oceans and flying through storms no matter the weather/ 
Im shooting up a dosage of true lies like Im the only drama setter/ 
I've been filled with wisdom of worth ever since I met her/ 
I cant be beat by knowledge only if I let her......ever since that day of fate I've been Writing Under Pressure....


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Education is Power

Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?

Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?

Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.

From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.

Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.

Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.


Details | Free verse | |

HOPE GIVES INSPIRATIONS

I make promise to me that,
Today is going to be a good day.
I feel the reason in my heart,
That I’ll start shining all the way,
The shine which will glitter me,
Encourage me, light up me;
To achieve my dreams.
I have nothing;
But only a hope,
Hope of making those dreams into reality, 
And; I think hope  give inspiration.
So dream your dreams, hope your dreams,
Live your dreams and keep faith in yourself.


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


Details | Haiku | |

the ceiling burst

the debt ceiling talk
led to so much tension that 
the room's ceiling burst


Details | Chant Royal | |

Back In Denial

Yeah Im feeling a lil too native tonight like Im on da rez like a youngster drunk and suicidal
 Poppin pills like Im poppin at my own people like they my culturalistic rivals 
I'm dying slowly like my culture yet Im still reading the about God and the Holy Bible
 I almost died not once but twice thats why I strive for survival 
Im a lil mad at God ever since he took my lil brother but I shall get over it in a lil while
 Im more greatful ever since he gave back life with my first child 
Living life up to this point in my life has now been worth the while 
time ticking away everyday on da rez like the sun dial 
so no time to waste any longer in this tribulation of another life to death trial
 I shall bring back all my lost long life culture files 
I am like a new trend people Im litterally making my own clothes with the Rez Life 7 style
 I shall overcome bull*****even if at times it gets me a lil riled 
Breaking through hangovers like out the stomach comes last nights bile 
Im litterally building onto whats left in my trash pile 
I aint going to stop until I have my legs crushed during the last mile 
I hit jumps in my car through life as it idles 
This is just but another life lived in gratitude I cant lie though 
It shouldnt matter too much in the end because I will be high Bro 
Insanely flying in the sky like an acrobatic physco 
Shooting through leather problems like a twelve gauge rifle 
so much it makes my own heart with a quick fix stifle 
Im gonna make it through my haters doubts with a quick glance as I smile 
I will bring back hope not to theirs or yours but my own before I end up back in denial


Details | Cowboy | |

saline through time-

social dishonesty, 
in a word, 
in a moment, 
without reason or hope, 
saline through time… 

  


Details | Rhyme | |

My Muse

"Come fluttering words, 
Come drifting words to me . . .”
Come voices of the flowers
You’re my muse to be
Come tell me of her daydreams
Come tell her deep desires
Come give me just a hint or two
Before my chance expires
Come tell me how her skin feels
As it brushes your pink petals
Come tell me of her beauty
Before my heartbeat settles
Come tell me what she smells like
When she’s that close to you
Come tell me if I have a chance
To win her heart so true
Come tell me what she’s thinking
I pray it is of me
Come voices of the flowers
You’re my muse to be

Mike Dailey	7/17/11  9:44PM
For Constance’s contest – What is she thinking
4th place finish in contest



Details | Rhyme | |

Before it is too Late

Wars, famine and pestilences.
Death comes with a pension.

Poor people in this country.
Poverty all over, feeling empty.

Diseases spreading all over the globe.
Some mutated, some foretold.

Global warming sends a warning.
No one listens, it keeps on moaning.

Clean water becoming undrinkable.
Poisoning into the unthinkable.

Beauty that the world once held.
Destroyed by only a single shell.

Threats of war, they will come due.
A price to pay, because we are cruel.

Extinction presages as our future.
If we don’t all heed the bigger picture.  

Terrorism is the world's axis of evil.
World in court, everyone is blameful.

We must be meaningful and do our part.
It's never to late to have a change of heart.


Details | Rhyme | |

The World Needs Stupid Poems About Sheep

There's many speeches made upon the battlefield of life
And much advice both wise and otherwise
There's words to spur us on to overcome all sorts of strife
Some honest truths and some just hopeful lies.

The pep talk to build up the team so they go out and win;
The mantras found in simple battle cries;
The politics of power delivered with an extra spin;
The prophets' words reduced to sermon size;

The burning words of hatred that can send a man to kill
To light the fire that must be quenched with blood;
The prophecies long written that the blind seek to fulfil;
The word that lifts the fallen from the mud.

The lovers speak in whispers in the darkness of the night
And plight to each their troth in sickly verse
And the righteous lift up their voice to praise God, good and right
And hide the fact that they do something worse.

But if there is humanity and sanity to keep
The world needs stupid poems about sheep.


Details | Rhyme | |

ANOTHER CHALLENGE TO PURSUE LIFE AND FATE

It's the desire to do better with a fresh lead
and with success on mind, not thinking of failure:
I find that doorway to escape and dream,
but remaining anonymous is no adventure.


Without impromptu or consciousness,
I wake up to a sunrise which coruscates...
becoming brighter by blinding my sight,
then I become beauty-incarnate and sigh. 


Laying down with the head up on the fresh grass,
I accept another challenge to pursue life and fate...
not seeking a gloomy, clandestine place to face
ignoble fear in a cosmos which was created to elate.


Follow me and experience what makes me wake up and be as happy as a cuckoo,
touch the fragile corolla of daisies and inhale their aroma as dreamers tend to do,
and looking straight up, observe the awesome Universe so vast, beautiful and blue...
won't you take another challenge to pursue life and fate without clashing with a clue?


Details | Epitaph | |

Teenage Love 2-and-a-half: Childhood Sweethearts

This type of love have been in the lives of all children (boys and girls) for some time to
come. It's been like that since the day the kids started going to camp and elementary
school. It seems as though that when a little boy had fallen in love with a little girl or
the other way, their hearts start to beat, they're getting this emotional feeling in their
ribs, thoughts rushing tn their brains, and that kinda stuff. It will have looked like
that their parents will have know that their kids were in love with each other, even from
the beginning. There's been a lot of young relationships that have begun back in
elementary school and at summer camp, especially when one little boy had met one little
girl when they were participating in a lot of camping activities (kayaking, e.g.). But
what's so great about a lot of long-term relationships most of all is when this boy and
this girl are talking to each other on the phone on a Saturday night. This type of young
love among children from around the world is starting to look like the movie, "Little
Manhattan" with Josh Hutcherson. It's also as if this was a real fairy tale. Sometimes,
some relationships among kids don't last long, but some of them do. And when it comes to
these kids-before-teenagers falling in love with each other, there is such thing as love
at first sight. Love follows all of the children everywhere they go; it exists. Their
parents will have gotten this funny feeling inside, especially when they were supposed to
know what their lives were like as children when they met and fell in love. Let's hope
everybody knows that young love exists. Let's also hope that the parents know that their
children are in love with each other. And if this type of young love continues to grow and
grow and grow day in and day out, their hearts will never be broken in the near future.
Let's hope they stay together forever.


Details | Couplet | |

NIGHT STILL HAS DREAMS FOR AN UNHAPPY DREAMER

Night still has dreams for an unhappy dreamer...
they aren't scary as in youth to make him shiver.


Don't wake him, allow him to dream of a diverse verse...  
closely following his tiny star to the end of the Universe. 


When his dozing eyes slowly close, he enters a totally different world...
feeling only peace, not hearing those winters' winds so fierce and cold. 


Night still has dreams for an unhappy dreamer...
he lives clinging to hope, seeing reality clearer.


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Thoughts of A Song Writer

From my thoughts on the paper in which it lies, 
My everlasting passion is inked as it dries.
The way I feel inside, you might want to spy,
But if you pry, how will my lyrics surprise?
A song for thought will only leave a thought.
May sound difficult, but that’s just how I talk.
I was lost, but I found me.
Dreaming and believing that writing was my key.
The way it flows and the way that it goes pumps me to speak
the very thoughts that many minds chose to keep.
Many rocks I’ve kicked and many decisions I’ve made.
Any wrongs I take the blame.
Tic-tac-toe is only a game.
I plagiarize your eyes with the notes that I’ve taken,
A high note here and a low note there-
You’d swear I’m in your head when my song hits your ear.
Pain recognizes pain
And I’ve have my share of bandages.
 My vibes from life heals the permanent damages.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
Reaches farther beyond the beat,
Over the lyrics on the sheet,
Not only is it about the speech,
 But more of what the message seeks.
True enough a theme is touched and a heart is rushed.
With the mind-throbbing picture disappearing 
Through the ink of my pen and revealed through your lens,
You can’t hear me, but do you feel me?
I cherish my talent and where it could possibly sweep me.
My doubts and my worries are beneath me.
I love for brighter days and pray for more things to pave.
Call my life my number because its infinite.
Thoughts of a Songwriter,
My mentality drips it.


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Inspiration

It comes almost as quickly as it goes.
But I know that if you feed it, it grows.
It is a brilliant spark.
A flash of light in the dark.
Nothing that I can see, touch, or hear.
Perhaps it has always been there.
Waiting to be brought into the light.
Waiting for wings to take flight...
Ready and ripe, to be cultivated.
Just willing to be motivated.
There waiting for me to breathe the life into it.
Prepared and ready inside of my own intuit.
Calling it to life, setting it into motion.
Created from a spark of my emotion.
Molded by my own creation.
Brought to life out of my imagination.
Blossoming is the seed I have sown,
Now it takes on a life of its own,
And it burns with light from my fire,
To go forth into the wide world and inspire.


Sarah Comstock
12/12/10


Details | I do not know? | |

'the twitch'

This is the story of ‘the twitch’.  
We have all had it:  
   That bit of movement before we sleep.  
We have been awakened by it when we were younger. . . it threw our arm out to catch us 
before we fell out of bed.
   It was even younger than that for us.  
   It was sometimes confused with a kick --  from our mothers’ tummies  to the swaddle of 
blanket.  
   As we grew, the arm no longer flew. . . and thus. . . ‘the twitch’.
   It is thought that we started with 
a parting of the energy that mathematicians make Einsteins 
of, or, 
sounds of the aria that Mozart’d 
into our echoes of the day --  a marriage of concept and conceptual.  
   It took us through the outreach of awkward doubt. . . brought us ‘round the curve 
of nerve 
for monkey bars toward the first dance; drew blood in our mouths before we got the first 
punch – given/taken.
The part of ‘the twitch’ 
that is worthy of noting now is that 
   it has never wanted to be caught:  
   It wanted more than nothing to be left alone – perhaps; conceived that 
   it would be an occasion for cause. . . effect – the drive our parents tried to delay 
with Dr. Seuss and Disney books.  A teenage indifference took us away from 
   it.
We all fall asleep. . . as we’ve always done.  
The story of ‘the twitch’ begins at the thumb; carries on. . . for the course of fingers
   it touched.
Brings  us a little closer to the edge of our beds.


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A POETIC WOMAN

The essence of a true Empress unveil
The words that cometh out her mouth
Words of wisdom's sacred grail
Words that free the struggle
Breaking mental chains
Flows through her veins

Her words are so powerful
It encamp or rather en-gulf
Our burning desire
For knowledge and spiritual fire
Her mind is her womb
Nurturing, stimulating strumming her tune
People be-mooned
Stand up and listen
Feed from her spoon
Depth and mindless shallow
The power of her message speedily follow
The peaceful revolution stand
That which is of a poetic woman

©Copyright January 22, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved


"THIS I DEDICATE TO ALL THE POETIC WOMEN UP IN HERE ON THE SOUP
YOU'RE A BRIGHT BUNCH AND A GREAT GROUP"


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A New Collection to the Eye Forest

Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment    
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree

They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to 
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten 

Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death 
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul… 
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
 
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest

The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes 
Feeling your dangling fears and pain 
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest

Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection

You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity 
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection... 

Oh you carrion soul and body 
Surviving through the shadows of the forest, 
roaming along the compacted forest, 
moping about in displeasure 
because without a doubt 
you are a magnificent collection 
to the eye generation 
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator

They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all

Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished

Allow yourself to not be startled 
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear


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It Lives In Us All

My brain is blocked off by this wall, and if anything,
I can think of nothing at all
I'm trapped from my own mind, with nothing but the wrong key,
I'm caged inside myself, where I'm anything but free

So I pick up a pen, new leaf, and I give in,
where I don't need a cut to bleed, all I need is emotion
So I bleed, and I bleed, until the ink runs thin,
then crumple it up, and start over again

It's like my escape - my outlet you could say,
a feeling that you have to experince, because it's impossible to explain
It's like you're free again, you're finally sane,
where you can fit an entire sculpture into one little frame

The world is outside of you, and you're alone with your thoughts,
everything is blocked out, and you're content in your spot
You can write a whole story, with a little or a lot,
or you can just write, with no goal, at all

But as long as you're writing, nothing could be better,
you feel like you're alive, and you could live forever

And then you run out, or you lead goes dull,
the feeling is short lived, but It Lives In Us All


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MY TREASURE BENEATH THE TIDES

The murky rolling waves subject
to the whims of the February's wind, 
far above the secluded lighthouse;
the roaming aircrafts vanish through thick clouds,
leaving behind a trail of hazardous vapors...
but the geese and seagulls can't continue their existence!  

And still the sea offers them its promise,
a distant shore untouched by man...
by his greedy ways and incompassion,
causing the extinction of many species;
my reflection is based on fact :
we can't survive without them!

The stylish wild birds engage,
as if striken by a sudden rage,
in their frantic, daily dance over the marina,
as I listen the melancholic lyrics of  " Nessun Dorma "...  
the exquisite area of Puccini,
which comes alive through the extraordinary voice of Bocelli!
   
 At four the fog thickens and shrouds the shoreline,
the brass lampposts light up with reluctance...
to shy away the presence of any ghost; 
I, in transitive joy, hide my treasure beneath the tides,
hoping someone will find it  and remember my work... 
long after my thoughts will be no longer alive! 


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No Title of Write

I apologize, for all writes.
At least once, I broke someone’s rights.
That’s why freedom of press.
Nothing written, make lonely nights.
Words written will always start fights.
Be aware, don’t suppress.


Written for
Sponsor Barbara Gorelick 
Contest Name APOLOGY ACCEPTED 


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Suddenly Fragile

Suddely when it gets tough to breathe and so it seems
that no one hears your call,
"Whisper" and fate will lift you up from your downward fall. 
Even though you don't know who I am,
there is a piece of solid ground where we both undoubtedly stand.
Then suddenly and fragile in a carefully constructed plan,
in a world where life evolves,
fate will often guide your hand.
Real or imaginary and the most important of all,
destiny has a chance to make the last call.
Truth tells us a story of a fragile life that fades away.
Maybe tomorrow or maybe even today.
But you will change the color of the big wide open sky,
and put all of your fears far, far behind.
Holding your head up high,
you take the ride of your life,
in a rough sea of waves.
You grip the very guiding words of the very truly wise.
There is suddenly a fragile moment in all the world of time,
where we all lose grip of a strong hold rope,
but fate will very well be there to often give us hope.
Every now and then, the solid ground we walk everyday,
becomes as fragile as the sand along the shoreway.
Fate will lead a path and light a spot for us to stand.
When your hands can no longer hold a pen,
to write what your heart speaks within,
shout forever unto the wind,
and your words will be carried miles and miles by your friends.
Then suddenly and fragile as dreams may be,
painting pictures in your mind,
there is forever fate that will grant your wish one last time.


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Drug of Delight --My Beloved Wish--

You are like my mesmerizing lullaby
You soothe my body…warming me like blankets
You make me die all the time when you prepare to fly
You are making me daydream without ruthless regrets
Your powers are amazing! You can even teach me to fight
With Your thundering might,
You melt away my impassive heart…
Like a candle, scorching with fright
 
You are like the merry midnight sky
But our merriness broke loose when you waved bye-bye to our friendship
You make me cry in high spirits time and time again…when I receive your reply!
You are inspiring me to take wing like an eagle, but I lost my grip
My emotions are roaming freely…someday I’ll reach to heaven’s height
With your mind-blowing sight,
You shun out the anxiety brewing in my tender heart
Like a dandy candle…a wish that won’t depart


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Friendship 101

Friendship is the state of both people being the best of friends. Friendship also means      that one person is to protect the another person (man and/or woman) from all kinds of danger, even being taken advantage of. There's always a difference between two people being just friends and both best friends (a boy and a girl) falling in love with each other, especially when they've known each other since they were babies or elementary school. Building friendships mean that he and/or she has built the bridges that will never break  or burn unless they'd betrayed each other by having affairs with their boyfriends/girlfriends, selling them out to the the wrong crowd (including the devil), and that kind of stuff. It seems that without each other, they're nothing. Both people, including those from either elementary school, middle school, high school, or college really need each other, especially when they will have found out that their spouses or lovers have been cheating on them with somebody else. The greatest thing everybody should learn about friendships is that all friends are there for each other every single day. And the other greatest thing about friendships is that they've got each others' backs, especially when they're falling on hard times like facing reality, dealing with being decades old, that kind of stuff. Let's hope that all friendships don't end in pain, sadness, and suffering. And if these people continue to stay the best of friends for years and years, even through out all of the school reunions, things will always be the same. I hope all friendships stay stronger than ever forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Within the Inky Pages

The binding groans open
And lets me in
Plunging into the depths
Of a cream colored world
Scents of ancient tomes fills my soul
And I’m addicted
I need a fix
				I really need a fix
And I inhale like I’ve never breathed before
My eyes glaze over, and               I’m   g  o  n  e
Universes I never knew appear
Black holes suck me in, Supernovas explode
Stars dazzle my eyes
As the words sprint across the page
It stole my heart, it did
I’ve never been in love like this before

Running fingers over the inky pages
Texture filling in the ridges of my fingerprints
Flooding my identity

Knowledge makes me
Builds me up to take me down
Into myself
Over and over
Inspiring new thoughts
That I thought were new
But really were hidden under
The dusty covers

If we save literature
If we save books from censorship
If we promote literacy
We can save mankind
And it’s history
The bad and good
Lessons learned and yet to be understood
All the falls and tumbles
Rises and stands

All within the inky pages
Held in my hand



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Latenight No3

Finally,
I can fill a page or two
with professions of how beautiful
the snow is,
how it's what we prayed for
and what we were promised
from inside the walls of our detention cells.
It's so beautiful
can you not believe it?
I heard it was to keep on falling
till the townsmen started calling
a-rocking the phones off their places of rest
and onto the tile
Let's hope that come tomorrow
the buildings I live my life in
have been totally smothered,
blanketed in a white so pure
that the angels themselves would take it up as garb
after just one look
and let's hope that these words
aren't just a cry for credit
and that I haven't just been spitting slop
to fill a page or two,
course I haven't even done that yet...
Good night, sky
Please keep spilling your sh1t
till the lunar eclipse;
now I'd say that's about a page.


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Touch of the Soul

I alone stand vigil over the memories of my past;
I alone feel the weight of them,
feel what it is to be
the man that past has created.
 
I stand, alone, beneath the stars and the moon,
contemplating all, as I ever have done;
it is only now that I've accepted
that's who I am meant to be;
the writer, the poet –
I stand with the rest of the dreamers.
 
I sit, alone, among the instruments of music,
playing on and on throughout my life;
music flows into and through my soul,
and I am now and will always be,
the musician and the bard –
I sit with the rest of the drummers.
 
I travel, alone, with the remembrances of love,
searching always for that one true other;
it is only now that I've accepted that even
without one such, I can live;
the romantic, the sentimental –
I travel with the rest of the passionate.
 
I escape, alone, in the pages of a good story,
reading for ever and anon;
books speak to me, engage me,
entertain me, release me;
the storyteller and the listener –
I escape with the rest of the readers.
 
I will fight, never alone, next to my brothers
and sisters in arms;
it is with all of myself that I've accepted
my duty, and who I will always be;
the soldier, the guardian –
I will fight with the rest of the Marines.

I dance, run, walk, laugh, alone, in the rain,
let loose my being in the deluge;
the storm's fury and glory
somehow become my own;
the drenched, the soaked –
I do all of this with the rest of the rain lovers.
 
It is only now that I've accepted
that I have become
who I was meant to be;
who I want myself to be.
 
I alone know what it is to be
myself, Andrew James Sprouse,
scion of the sea and of the past,
of the word and the sword.
 
But I do not alone know what it is to feel alive;
to be exactly who you are,
who you're meant to be.
I do not alone know the truth of pain.
 
None of us stands truly and utterly alone.
Every single one of us walks, arm in arm,
with those who share your experiences,
your beliefs, your thoughts and your lives.
 
But you, alone, know what makes your heart free,
what makes your fire ignite and your essence true;
you alone know the visage and touch of your soul.


Details | I do not know? | |

Willow Tree

Who do you feel like today?
Do you even remember my name? 
 It's been 8 years since then,
Has the willow tree we sat under gone dead?

 I wonder if you've changed,
if you regret your biggest mistake.
 Do you feel the sorrow i feel?
Is this pain the only thing that feels real?

 I feel no sorrow now,
I only feel hatered for the world somehow,
 How could you rape your granddaughters?
And Forget your own son, My father?!

 How could you do this to me?
The only way how i feel now is to bleed.
 I put no effort, no feeling, no thought,
In the war, 
 This battle in my heart
 
 How do you feel like today?
Is it easier to know that your safe?
 Outta jail they let you out,
Why so you can pay your road to hell?

 So i plant me a willow tree,
right above the grass,
 below the leaves.

 I lay here below this willow tree,
My only friend beside of me,
 The memories still remain, 
Alone,
 But it's better off this way


Details | Personification | |

A Writer

"Dreams,noteworthy and passionate,
amount to nothing but meaningless memories"
Father invaded and bruised the soul,
Grabbed it of all the ambiguity and hope...
 
Still,the power of words remained,
Ink etched on white crisp paper,
bringing the ever-vicious inspiration
to the fore-front in myriad ways.
 
An amateur teen,bruised, yet
Hope and sense of belief kept me up!!
I dreamt and envisioned,
All i wanted and would accomplish,
not to avenge but triumph...
 
I wrote succintly and with tears,
for those who needed LOVE,
Love was the healer and Comforter,
Love which i missed and dreaded completely...
 
As i stood in the husky sunlight,
Girl with an ecstatic smile says,
"Book that was all powerful yet
a guiding force and the only one i have"
and i stood there in silence
completely stirred and emotionally healed..
THERE I WAS-A WRITER......


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The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






Details | ABC | |

Verbally Twisted

My vocabulary might be a little bent and dented but its mostly twisted, 
a self-made dictionary with a little dark thought and white light in life and craziness itself mixed in it,
 I get up in the morn ready to take the day on after just one egg on a pancake biscuit,
 I got the recipe for verbal insanity just give me the egg beater and with this vocabulary I'll mix in it,
 break the word batter down like a plumber leaking water until I re fix it, 
I got one of kind writing style its too unique for any typical fool to ****en miss it,
 I got the entertainment on writing just ask me for one and I wont sell it I'll just give you a free Se7en King ticket,
 I get your mind thought high so high in the sky lifted, 
I can give a two flying ****s if my haters say I aint got talent because these words they self so freaking gifted,
 I make poems shake like earthquakes fools cant you see how my words already got your mind shifted,
 This poem is my girl I kiss it, 
This poem is just like my weed i roll up and ****ing hit it, 
This word written *****is so addictive, 
Drugs and alcohol so self-conflictive, 
now how can this king ever, ever quit it, 
These words are dying I better get some gas for this verbal car like weed everyday I better get it,
 I live the life of a young Shakespeare I write like I cant ever regret it, 
I put this poetry *****on the line with my own life dont think I wont bet it? 
So **** you, they, them, her and even me, yeah there I done said it, 
letting go of poetic gun shells firing poetic unleaded, 
shooting cowardice poets like paper shredded, 
where many young lost crooked souls go unfed den, 
watch where your two feet may be treading, 
you got to watch your surrounding so much they circle around the same setting, 
**** Life until death say's otherwise, 
I'm just kind of crazy like that I'm just a little TWISTZTED.... TWISTIFIED...


Details | Didactic | |

The Closer I Get To You

The closer I get to You, Lord, the less of myself I see;
The closer I get to You, Lord, the more like You I'll be-
My wants, my hopes, my dreams will be in accordance with Thine-
For I no longer am happy to be less than You would have me be;
Because I'm Yours, Lord and You are living in me-
So the closer I get to You, Lord, the less of myself I see.

The more of myself I give to You, the less of myself I own;
The more of myself I give to You, the more You sit on my heart's throne-
My thoughts, my words, my deeds become Yours to do as You will;
The closer I get to you, Lord, the better inside I feel-
Your Holy Spirit now leads me because now I'm doing you will-
So the closer I get to You, Lord, the more You become so real.

The closer I get to You, Lord, the less of myself I see;
Until one day I'm totally all You would have me be-
 Wholly and truly complete  in Thee.


Details | I do not know? | |

WHAT IS HOME?

WHAT IS HOME?

ROLLING HILLS ARE HOME TO ME,
PLAYING CHESS WITH FRIENDS,
DANCING ON THE WEEKEND,
WALKING IN THE WIND,
BLOWING BUBBLES.

(Reflect)

BUBBLES BLOWING WIND,
THE “IN” WALKING WEEKEND,
THE “ON” DANCING FRIENDS
WITH CHESS PLAYING ME. 
TO HOME ARE HILLS ROLLING?


Details | Lyric | |

Between and About

Twixt And between
Never quite there
But never will I stop.
I work and ponder
Forever moving 
Searching around and about.

There are times I wonder, where I really am?
Will I ever achieve my goals?
And what are the goals I’m searching for?
Are they really what I want?
Do I know which way to go?
Or should I start all over and begin again?

We’re all here at times in our lives…
Till every thing will finally become clear.
Then, some how I’ll be there again:
Twixt and between
Never quite there…
Here I go again.

Fluff Contest: This poem is definately full of fluff.


Details | ABC | |

If love is blind

IF LOVE IS BLIND, THEN WHAT DO I SEE?
IF LOVE IS BLIND, IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.
IF LOVE IS BLIND, WHAT AM I TO DO?
IF LOVE IS BLIND, COULD IT BE YOU?
IF LOVE IS BLIND, THEN BLIND IS ME,
IF LOVE IS BLIND, THEN WE SHALL SEE...


Details | Classicism | |

Contradiction

I feel so lost so gone, but yet so found/ My mind so weak, so fragile, but yet so determined so bound/ Mind so high so fly but still on the ****in ground/ Voice so silent so quiet, but yet so loud/ Feel so skinny so thin but still gaining them poundz/ Thought I wouldn't make it through the first but still standing in the seventh round/ My words so limp so skimp, but yet still making them gangstified soundz/ I feel so energized so choatic but still wanna lounge/ Ya'll better be ready when 7 comes through your town!!!! I can't lyrically quit for shyt/ Living around rez life lyrical bull isshh/ fake ass hating trickz/ wanna be bloodz and fake ass cripz/ I jus need to kick back and take another green hit/ ****a alcoholic fit/my own lizzife iz like a three dimensional skit/ I got to wake up and let myself go..can't hang on no more......gots to find my lost heart and soul...God please let a young native like me grow to know the real shyt in life!!


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


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Breaking Down Our Culture

Slowly one’s life like my rich ancient culture slowly breaks down/ 
All parts of my traditional sculpture peace taken down/
 I’m a twenty-first century reservation war camp inmate I don’t know why I keep getting the shake down/
 I was once filled with change until I experienced the greed and money of the American influenced reservation hate now/
 Life young was once but no longer great now/ 
I wanted to at least finish school or college or get a real job but it seems like it’s almost too late now/
 With certainty I’m going to leave my hood but now people are telling me to stay now/ Jail keeps getting me but prison is not too far away to stay out/
 Life’s road is to uncertainty is paved out/
 Before me a path righteousness of opportunity laid out/
 Like fast food , I’m surely on my way out/ Life’s ready for me now I better take out/ 
Fresh ready for a dip in the ocean’s lake out/ 
I’m mustn’t give in no more because where I’m from has taught me to make it a must that I take now/
 Dreams are made every day but more often than not dreams continue to break now/
 Life is a piece of steak it’s no longer a cake now/
 Leaves scattered throughout my life I better grab the rake now/
 I better hold my own because I know my soul called friends but especially family can still betray now/ 
This is my life, this is my destiny, this is my fate now/ 
I got to be more real with my life I got to stop trying to be fake now/
 Because In the end where I’m from it all slowly like my culture, like my life around here ……its breaking down.


Details | Light Poetry | |

MY SOUL, I SEE

Dawn ! It breaks! A new born day
I hope there is a change in any sort of way
The sun it peaks through the puffy white clouds
As I sit and visualize - to see clearly
That my day I cherish ever so dearly
Deep in my hear - I hope I see imagery
Flattering through my brain! In my eyes
And promises I keep - I try to reach the skies
Yet indeed! Through the night I dream
And awake I see true colors of reality
That running through my soul - I gleam
With feelings towards my responsibility
A new day truly challenging it may then seem
I can never find the happiness deep inside me
It' all about you! Complicating my day
Dysfunctional  - you sure did shine
Today I challenge myself to overcome you
I see the beauty in my soul - permeates
It's deep inside - and beauteous thoughts
This in my deep set heart , still then creates
The words that come to mind - reflect
Down on my personality , it is the key
I'm breaking with the crack of dawn, a mood
You're a disadvantage in my heart
My skills I portray , my mind it may smooth
And my pen - strokes like that of the brush
As I put my mind to the test and color with hue
My art I put in words each born new day
Yet I still reach very few - must it be
That the darkness of the clouds shined down on me
As the sun peaks through, I'll cherish each thought
My mind thinks clearly and yet not distraught
I color my world with the pen, remembering when
I dreamed, I dream each born new day
And imagery, I see this in my mind today.
Words they intrigue me, pun ? Do I see?
I'm working with the sun in my eyes, with me.
We are both at our peak,  Then I speak!


Details | Rhyme | |

STARTING TROUBLE

I remember the day, when I wrote my first verse!
Writing a poem was not at all a matter of business for me,
And it wasn’t a colossal chore when my master asked me to write one;
But, in veracity I have ever written none.

Pondering on great poetic legends and their near and dears…
Their prodigious thoughts crammed my wits-
Then my proceedings seemed as if they are gliding higher than the clouds-
I’m all set and clear nearly for hours.

Then my sister scoffed at me, brother mocked with her,
Granny chuckled, grandpa giggled and of course there was a silencer!
Amazed, to get appraisal even before I moved further;
After all those are initiatives for an up-and-coming writer.

I astounded that I too got critics, but it made me to go on;
Puzzled to find out what they actually mean;
But it made me to climb that unclimbed mountain;
And fasten my mission.

Then with loads of coolness, I took my wand
To wave her magical spell for my deed;
Everything went impeccably organized
Until I got a doubt how to get it started… …


Details | Rhyme | |

Why I Enjoy Writing Poems



Why I Enjoy Writing Poems... I often have a thought or two on my mind. And have written them in the expression of a rhyme. I’ve tried to write as I feel God has led. And try to do it in love, in what's written & said. At times, I “have stepped on people's toes.” This is not my intention— God really knows. If you've read a poem that I wrote. I hope you were encouraged with hope There’s a message that I pray comes across... "With Christ... all is not lost!" I’ve tried to write poems from my spirit. As an expression of how I live it. The words written are from my heart to you May they be a blessing in whatever you do! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

GIVE ME

I want to make sure I’m not falling on my face...
And I`m willing to go the distance
And I want to bring back good memories...
I want to make sure
You`re safe and you`re in a safe place

But GIVE ME some space
Sometimes, I wake up...feeling so distressed
But GIVE ME your sweet grace
And we'll beat the race...and this pain we share will not be addressed

I don't want to be unsure - am I the one losing the race?
And I'm chilling in this heavenly place
And I need to trade you my apologies…
I don’t want to waste your time
You’re absolutely safe…as long as you keep pace 


Details | Epic | |

Epiphany

An epiphany is actually a Christian holiday that takes place on the 6th of January every year. An epiphany is also a sudden realization of greater truth. It seems that after he or she had said some hateful remarks about each other or whatever, he or she finally has an epiphany; people should accept some changes in their lives. Epiphany is used different ways, especially when it comes to being a Christian holiday, even after Christmas. The only way for people to each have an epiphany is to end their selfish and hateful ways. And the fact that day in and day out, even if these people are moving on with their lives, they should do the same. Some people, like Albert Einstein, were using the word "epiphany" as a scientific term, but it's used to end all types of selfishness and a lot of arrogance. No wonder why epiphany has affected the lives of every human being on planet earth. and just like I said, the only way to end this selfishness is to have an epiphany. The only reason why he/she shouldn't care about him/herself anymore is because other people are as important as he or she is. Without multiple people in their lives, he or she is nothing. He or she must put all negative thoughts aside in order to save themselves from reliving a lot of painful memories. Everybody knows that God wanted the entire human race to get along well. Right now, I wish every human being on the planet each have an epiphany and were to stop being self-centered and start thinking about others besides themselves. Unless he or she each has an epiphany and until he or she ends his or her selfish ways, he or she will likely spend the remainder of his or her days alone.


Details | Senryu | |

' Generous Words ... ' 18th Senryu

‘ Generous Words … ’   18th Senryu



      Love … is A Give-Word
   God … is A Generous Word
       Forgive … Says It All


Details | Rhyme | |

Dawn of Misfortune

You’re the dawn of despair and gloominess
You’re the sunset that discards my gladness
You deceived me…you made me trek the road of calamity
You grieve for me…you yearn for my sympathy… but I overlook your pity

Horror strikes me, scorching away my destiny
My confidence has slowly departed from me…so what should I do?
Terror swallows me alive, now I’m begging to flee!
My self-reliance has disregarded and fled from thee…now I’m crammed with woe

Digest the emptiness that I feel deep inside
Heed to what I’m about to announce to you…
Digest the affliction that I brushed aside
Hear what I’m about to warn you about…it’s all true

You deserted me…melt the isolation that has filled us with woe
You brainwashed me…you tarnished my bliss
You captivated me…now I have nowhere to go
You terrorized me…you singed up my happiness



You’re the dawn of anguish and shame
You’re the midnight stars that burn with fame
You betrayed me…you made me cut down my garden…shedding fertility
You mourn for me…you long for my forgiveness… so I’m ready to accept your plea
What is the code that will animate your presence?
What is the code that will liquefy the ice of silence?


Details | Sonnet | |

The Desperate Ones

We are the lyrical lunatics who
attempt to receive our well-deserved props.
We seek any available venue --
museums, bookstores, churches, coffee shops,
libraries or parks -- it doesn’t matter:
Wherever there’s an audience, we’ll go.
We’re mad as the proverbial hatter.
Although we may try not to let it show,
the very act of showing up unpaid
to bear our innermost souls to strangers
in the hope of achieving accolade
casts us as crazy, cadet space-rangers.
We hope to dazzle, arouse and give pause,
but we’re content with a smattered applause.



                                    --  James Ph. Kotsybar


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetic Surgeon

Sometimes my pen cuts as a scalpel in the surgeons hands
It releases my thoughts, it creates my plans
I can build them up, I can tear them down
Will I make them happy or will I make them frown
My words are filled with passion, they have the power of life and death
I can give you hope or make you feel there's nothing left
People follow the stanzas to the end of every page
Some titles express joyfulness while others breathe rage
Will my words take you to the skies, will they bury you in the sand
This poet is more than words, I am a still hurting man
So with each poem complete a part of my soul is released
When you take the journey, will you awaken or tame the beast
Creating is what I do, turning my flows into light
I will take you on a trip with every thought I write
So in essence this poet is the surgeon, the scalpel is my pen
I can take what was birthed in sadness and make you feel alive in the end


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Into the Light of the Day

Into the Light of the Day

Front from back who can tell how many lives are changing
Beginning to end
We start and finish time and again
Enter and exit, we come and go but no one knows
Just what it all means to me

Doors unlocked remain unopened for lack of challenge
I only cross where others would not dare look back on
I find intensity in the fight to carry on, at any cost
Survive for you and I, you and I!

Unfinished works lie untouched in the process
But at hand we have created another chapter,
This verse
And tomorrow, saving me from today
Will find this pen in hand
Guiding myself and any believers
Out of the darkness of the forest
And into the light of the day…


Details | Burlesque | |

I Feel Ashamed

I am hungry, what will it be?
Ham, turkey or that nasty bologna?
I am hungry, chickpea mash?
Spam or that disgusting Hash?
I am hungry, mountain oysters anyone?
Fish eggs? Or sushi that is "not done?"
Such meager questions on what to eat.
There are people out there who are starving.
I feel ashamed and should do my part.
To give the shirt off my back would be a start.


Details | Ballade | |

McDonalds poem

me and my girl kelssey just got done smoking weed
 are stomach start rumbling and we started too have cravings 
what was it what do we need 
we but our minds together and it was micky d's

so we walked in to get our burgers and fries,
but realized we aint gots no money to our surprise

i look in my back pocket and a 20 appear
 we was like holy crap then we walk up to the cashear 
she was like "how can i help you? you want that here or to go ? "
 umm i dont know but i like a number 6 plain with cheese
 but her not sure what do you want kelssey?


i want a classic combo. a sweet tea to drink. 
thats what id order im pretty sure or i think.
 burgers on our mind..thank god it was micky d's that we would find
. but watch the drinks. make sure the dont spill. 
but if you do its ok. cuz we get free refill.

they called our order and we grab our meal 
right when we seat down i cause a big deal
 i looked at my food and guess what i see 
they put lettuce ketchup and mayonnaise and the receipt says plain with cheese
 i cause a fus and a big scene it all worked out
 the food was free and i got back my 20


so we didnt have to pay.
 we got out there real fast and started a good day.
 but we were still hungry and what did we do? 
well we thought a shopping cart would fit through the drive through.

 a bad idea? i dont know. but me and west thats how we roll.
 so we climb in and away we go we went so fast no a time was spent
i was like " i hope we dont hit a car i hope we dont cause a dent"
 we finnally got to the end of the drive through 
so we told em to give us order number two and dont for get order number three
 right when we grabbed our food we jumped out of the cart and then we flea



so our trip to mickey d's was quite amazing at the least... 
as we eat our burgers and join in a great feast.
im like dang what are we doing 
we are packing our face s like a 8 year old eats pudding
 im a skinny kid but now i feel like a fat as pig 
i ate so much im starting to feel sick

so fat we feel. cuz we ate to much. kinda bad idea. 
who would of thought of such.
 well me and west kno how to kick it. eat mickey d's all day is good living


Details | Romanticism | |

Hoping my words will find their way

The snow shining so bright from the reflection of the night moon in the winter sky
My mind drifts wondrously back into the past
Remembering so vividly of you looking so intently deep into my eyes
And thinking of how we thought what we had would last

We would hold each other ever so tight
Whether it was over the phone or we were with each other right there
During the day or deep in the night
It didn't matter cause we had one another, so we did what we had to do and took it at that 
without a care

Laying wrapped up side by side I could hear your heart beating along with mine
Those feelings neither one of us could completely hide
Those moments forever captured in time

Seems our thoughts of us lasting back then however, were wrong
So we had said goodbye and tried so hard to move on
But although hiding what I felt for you worked for awhile, I've been in love with you all along
True love never dies nor is it ever completely gone

I'm here in this place with all my regrets and misery
It all runs so extremely deep hitting my heart hard and ravishing my soul
All I know is that I need you here with me
I know I need to regain, over myself, some form of control

I sit here and wait for you
Hopeing each day, what I'm saying here, soon you may come to realize
Yes I do this partly because this is what I choose to do
But also because it's never ever too late and sometimes, to get it right, it takes many tries

I write my words within these poems upon paper, they are so truly how I feel
Here on these pages are what, to you, I still need to say
In some small way they kind of help me to somewhat heal
And they help me also make sure all my thoughts that are needing to be said
Don't get trapped, stuck, and lost within my head
And to insure that to you my words will find their way


Details | Verse | |

AS ESOTERIC AS SECRETS

Why should thoughts, ideas and dreams be
as esoteric as secrets?
Turn them into poetry,
and share them with the entire Humanity...
I have shared mine with all without ambiguity!


No fortress, stately rising into the vast skies,
can escape the battering storms so damageable, 
and not tumble down...to lay in ruins as others have;
here's your only chance to be immortal:
be a wide river which can withstand tides!


Why should a literary work
be as esoteric as secrets, to remind the worst humiliation?
Don't pass under the yoke for a defeat,
be daring, fearless, challenging and brief;
do lucky survivors ever submit their will to desperation? 


And should you be disheartened by a wrong choice?
Don't cuss fate or damn yourself for bumpy roads;
instead of complaining, look on the brighter side:
dare to make a difference with the gift of words...
by giving your dead language a more vibrant voice!


Verse: a metrical or rhymed composition as distinct from Prose: Poetry

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

attending the now

rain drops due cause the dew thickens
 in the morn light barely flicking, misting
crickets stop in thickets and listen
stillness of the moment sundials ticking
presence of the motion constantly spoken
loads of odes a la mode  left open
soaked in a coat my hope approaching
light broke I awoke and eloped with odin
my lips sealed no promises broken
mind in a frenzy, excited for devoting
more meaning in the fire, desire is stoking
lines that humble me, released emotions
spiritual language, balanced ascending
challenge amending, talented bending
of words I've heard or purged for an ending
my muse eludes to conclude  I'm attending


Details | Free verse | |

My Startling Moments X-D

It’s rather odd
That I woke up pretty early this Saturday morning
It’s rather odd
That I awoke from my indescribable dream, filled with mysteries  

It’s somewhat peculiar
That I enjoy being a teenager—now I could do whatever I want and when I want!
But that’s selfish of me, huh? Ha-ha like I care…psh!
It’s rather alarming
That I awoke from a motivating dream without the alarm going off
But that was only a coincidence…I think!

It’s rather startling
That I aced a test in my Algebra 1 class and…
 Yet I failed the class miserably…so I have to take Algebra over again! GREEAT!
It’s rather startling
That I faced my past fears and… 
Now I don’t appear to look like a fool anymore…or do I?

My startling moment was
When I noticed that I had an acting talent!
My startling moment was
When I noticed I had a writing ability too…
My startling moment was
When I composed my own song—now that’s awesome!
My startling moment was
When I heard that my brother was going to be kicked out of the house! 
My startling moment was
When I did my piano practice on my own—now that’s tricky!
My startling moment was 
When I noticed that I had suicidal thoughts…
I had horrible experiences while facing this problem…DX 
My last startling moment was…
Uhh, I totally forgot…
What was my last startling moment if you know?
Oh!! I know! I know!
When I first created my main characters in my future trilogy! ? 


Details | Ode | |

Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.


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 | Free verse | |

Number Eighteen

July 3, 2006

It’s a great day and I’m filled with the Holy Ghost and the Spirit of God surrounds 
me.  

Trickles of pain shoot through my parts signaling another moment given over to 
the NEGATIVE.

There are solutions that loom large and require thought and conscious study 
and I have so much work to do to be a craftswoman.

Even of life.

What about focus?  What about children’s writing?  What about?  Pick and 
choose and do, this is my message to you.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Is Capitalized

Once, I had heard every word as
becoming whispers in the world;
I'd hidden from their quiet calls,
lost amongst narrow, dim-lit halls;
I had permitted Hope to dry,
become brittle, soundlessly die,
fearing that Fate had split it's core,
like plaster fallen to the floor.

I woke to evident sunset
on Days I no longer forget;
I knew  I'd been too long in place,
desperate to touch some gentle grace;
I learned words as Beauty past harms,
witnessing the span of my arms,
stretched beyond, even, my own will;
finding Hope lives within me, still.


Details | Free verse | |

Nun But You

How do you know? 
Who tells you so? 
Is it premonition? 
Over-ambition? 
One who forever butts in with song;
With the voice gone entirely wrong. 

Do you reach for opinions of loved ones? 
Would they inform you the talent you suspect is none? 
Would you be mortified by truth.....? 
If truth was sincere? 
Or could you embrace the honesty you hear? 
Would you regroup; or give in? 
Would the fighter arrive telling you to win? 

Is it even worth trying to continue.....? 
Or is it only false hope that lies deep within you? 
Are you a no trick pony.....? 
With no chance, no passion, a phony?

But it does burn deep inside you. 
Most times, the only friend to guide you. 
It listens and makes you talk back. 
Filters your senses, pushing you back on track.
 
You need no affirmation. 
Only self adaptation. 
When the voice inside you fails to love and guide you, 
Release the headaches of self doubt. 
Let you figure you out. 
Because when those in which you’ve confided all depart, 
You are the one left with aspirations..... 
Of the calling you failed to start.

JS Lambert


Details | Blank verse | |

A SPEECHLESS DAY

Imagine
Twenty-four hours of pure silence
Time devoid of human speech and sound
When a word is not uttered
A day in the world of profound dumbness
The tongue, the teeth and lips
Observe a break of twenty-fours hours
 The ears hear 
The rhythm of the air, water and fire
And enjoy the lyrics of the birds
With the rhythmical dance of the trees and plants
Gossips, rumors and curses took flight
Deceit lies and tongue wagging expelled
Splits and spits of the tongues avoided
World’s day of quietude and tranquility
A day of inner communication
When the deep calls to the deep
And people transits the limits of spoken words
Into perceptions and intuitions 
Birthing profound thoughts and ideas 
As each make contact with the inner person
Imagine
A day without speech
How beautiful, how priceless!
Oh! How I long for that day!!








Details | Rhyme | |

Thank You!

When I think I have no talents
And nobody disagrees,
I find comfort in your works,
Sighing at your expertise,

I vow never to write again
Because I'm not good enough,
But then it's always a surprise
When you lift my spirits up,

I don't deserve your kindness
Which builds my self-esteem,
But still I'm happy and I'm humbled,
For you all are friends to me.




((( A huge thank you to you guys, you don't know how much your kind words 
mean to me =D )))


Details | Rhyme | |

Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


Details | Blank verse | |

Untitled

This is untitled
For a title is a name
And a name gives life
But this? This is dead.

This is unknown
For knowledge will lead to fame
And fame has but a short life.
But this? This was never born.

This is unsung
For to sing is to be heard
And to be heard there must be life
But this? No one lived to hear.

This is nothing
For to be it must think
And to think means to live
But this? This never was.

This is untitled
Unknown, unsung.
A mere wisp of nothing.
For only nothing will ever have
The world of opportunity


Details | Rhyme | |

THE VERY EXISTENCE OF OUR SOUL

Being absent even for an hour, day or week,
and not write and post anything...can make days look bleak,
some find worthiness in words and challenge themselves
to confront fears and doubts, or share their joys with new-found friends.


To us poetry is the very existence of our soul, which glorifies grace
in all its virtues through the art of writing...an art older than love itself,
so some thought of using this devise to express what the heart really felt...
and what came out of it amazed all and quickly spread to distant lands.  


Weren't I not a keeper of its illumination, or a humble poet in contemplation,
I wouldn't be lured by a pen to extract ideas from my clattered head
or search for fresh ideas to be turned into thoughts and strip them of illusion... 
as I frolic into a labyrinth where secrets unveil themselves at my command.


It's needless to say to ourselves that poetry isn't the very existence of our soul:
lovers couldn't open up their hearts and talk tenderly as if they were going to pray;
no composer, painter, lyricist, poet or philosopher could see Nature in a realistic way...
poets outnumber drug users, wouldn't God rejoice and break down another wall?


Details | Senryu | |

Jubilant Indeed

I’m blanketed 
By triumph and courage  
Yes, I’m obliged


Details | Rhyme | |

Complete Man

Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the child’s.  It’s funny how you would be made a king for a day, and then a ‘somebody’, or even a ‘nobody’? Moreover, as you grow up, linearly, the problems breed exponentially like bacteria. Yes, it is true that the assimilative power to bear the offsets increase as you grow up too and how we breathe with the mere hope that one’s integrity pays back at some point in life. These verses symbolize the seldom hidden pain as adolescents in antithesis to the trouble-free life of a kid. Being a four year old playing with crayons, it’s all about you and your own little world!  
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
From learning to put on the bow-tie,
To responsibly having the handkerchief in your pocket,
From experiencing the toughest times
And still standing upright like a ship in a storm
Like never before,
Manhood, here comes, like a raging warrior,
Resilient in form, stronger than its former,
And kills your innocence; darkens your heart.
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
Life slips by ‘unlived’ and under cut-throat competition
Little merry-time, patchy hangovers and a far-fetched ambition
In trying to enrich and reclassify his social status
Life is yet adventurous, travelling rough miles
Reshaping himself, constantly adopting new lifestyles,
Every so often, he needs a little time, damn-it
In the end, faith grows numb in breaking the habit
It’s flabbergasting dad, how you stood up on your feet
Such burden of liability on the shoulders, how can one keep?
 
Politics was detested, conspiracy unheard of.
But now only has become an essential strategy for survival
Pain only makes him stronger,
Thanks Kelly Clarkson; that makes our belief finer
And brings a hope of fresh revival
How true Darwin sayeth!
Fittest subsists, and the rest are extinct species.
However, gratitude to such reformation
The inception of adulthood, cognizance!
Teaches him to be & believe himself; thus push his limits farther
Only critical moments, binds his relationships sturdier
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising.
 
 
Inspired by : friends, fam, eminem, linkin park, my fellow poets, my world


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

No Blessed Slumber Given

Thou Death! To me no subtle thing
But of common visage, known,
Unto my days so well betrothed!
Yet in its clutches not Mercy's scythe
But cursed quill
Which no surcease permits-
And granting not that blessed peace
Does letless rage and torment, sting and prod
'Til e'en poor Tantalus would hold his lot
And not mine, for it, dare barter;
For Hades very countenance more fair a thing beheld
Than promised Dawns deferred,
Each alighting hope but a moment's sigh
By Hell's cruel breath consumed
'Til naught but cinders adorns my path
And Love, sweet corpse, its darksong warbles...


Details | Rhyme | |

True

Most of what I write is true - 
I get it from the news.
Open up the paper - there's so much
From which to choose.
 
Stories often catch my eye
Of lunatics and strangers;
Perverts on the subway,
Urban life and all its dangers.
 
Nature's wrath or criminals,
Heroes, athletes, singers;
Human interest tales of folks
Whose lives have been through wringers.
 
Other poems describe events
I've witnessed in my day.
Every small experience
Yields so much I can say.
 
All remaining writings
Are extracted from my head:
Memories and contemplations,
Joy and hope and dread.
 
Sometimes there's a limerick
That sneaks in for a smile.
After all, it's rhyming, which
Sits right within my style.
 
If you read a poem of mine,
And man, I hope you do,
You never really have to wonder - 
Just assume it's true.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

VOWS

I SEE THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE,
LOCKED AWAY BEHIND ALL MY LIES.
I HEAR THE WORDS BEHIND MY 
BACK, TRUTHFULLY IT'S ACOUSTICALLY
SAD.
WHEN THE CHORDS ARE PLAYED,
THERE'S A MELODIC HAUNTING IN MY MIND!
LOST INSIDE; THE ENDEAVOR IS BLIND.
STAR-GAZING BRINGS THE TUNES TO A 
HIGH, PEOPLE WATCHING TAKES ME TO A 
LOW.
BOXED IN THE WAY I FEEL;
MY PANIC BECOMES MANIC, I JUST
NEED A WAY TO DEAL.
STRAWBERRY GASHES IN PEACH-COLORED
FIELDS, HELPS TO DEFINE HOW IT IS 
AND WHAT I TRULY FEEL.
FORGIVENESS SOUNDS GOUND, BUT 
I KNOW I WON'T FORGET. JUST
LIKE A GREAT POEM OR SONNET THESE
SCARS ARE MY COMMITTMENT.
SO AS I SHALL FADE TO NOTHINGNESS 
NOW; I GIVE YOU THESE WORDS TO
CHERISH - DEATH BECOMES MY WEDDING VOW.


Details | Free verse | |

Parchement

On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak

On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts

On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions

On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing

On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see


Details | Free verse | |

Drain It All Away

Drain out all the agony
Help me fulfill my destiny 
Catch the waves…it’s coming from all directions
And wipe that frown…

I’m trying not to break away…in front of you, I’d rather stay 
But it seems like…the clouds decide to fade 
I’m dying every day…I’m making time to survive this day
I’m drying… I turned out to be a hideous shade
I’m releasing the sorrow… clinging on to gloom... 

Your affection and glory
Set me free from despondency 
Stand up and face the emotion – your heart mends my infections
And don’t weigh me down…

I’m trying not to break out…but it sparkles in my bloodshot eyes
My sorrow is exposing… but you’re still willing to stay 
I’m caught in midair…I’m a slave, pursuing my demise  
I’m shriveling…I embrace your departure…I’m wasting away…
I’m soaking up the sorrow…poisoning my bloom…


Details | Free verse | |

A Cup of Tea

stepping out into the open air 
i feel a course of light running through my veins 
the sky, the sun, the grass 
some things never change 
and i pray they never will 

underneath this tree i built 
i gather from the shade 
a sense of belonging for what it's worth 
i could never taste the touch of your lips 
or the incessant nudge of a friend's reality 
but i can just as well sit here 
and become the earth again 

it's just me now 
and that's okay 

i take a trip up the countryside 
my jacket across my shoulder 
waving to any passers-by 
it's not as lonely when everyone knows you 
i find a diner off the side of the road 
and stop in for a drink 
i sit alone in the farthest corner 
and ask the waitress for a pen 
she obliges but she wants it back 
then asks me what i'd like 

just a cup of tea 

i pull a napkin closer in 
and write what i see/feel now 
the sun reflecting off the window 
and the glare in my glasses blinding me 
it's beautiful out there 
and it makes me wonder 
how much more beautiful it might be with you 

but it's just me now 
and a cup of tea 


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet 6

Now ... tell me the truth at 80 spaces .
Oh yes monthly at no extracted cost ,
trumpet swans announcing "All-New" "Chases"
... Gameshow w-/ only purpose " Just stay lost".
scratch that ... start at the count ... three Faces.
flicker on screen , once more , spider webbed frost.
Pulse of cheekbone ; paper Artic traces ...
Hailing to the Fanatic's RoseArm crossed.

	... Why just imagine , All times // All places ...
Daydream reality clearly embossed 
by Our pristine chords reading "All's Debased" ...
Job to do ... hands join ... Avert as off tossed 
I may stain ... lip gloss ... gulp of life wasted.

All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .


Details | I do not know? | |

Tendrils of Hope

Refusing to succumb,

to the alluring haze of self-pity,

I refuse to wallow,
in an ocean of regret,

I choose to banish thoughts of despair,

dispelling pain, while tempting joy to emerge from its shielded lair.

I shall sow the seeds of promise,

nourishing well,

the tendrils of hope,

breathing new life into my nights, my days.

I must stand, I will rise, I have to believe,

in a better tomorrow,

not perfect, nor rosy,

yet filled with tidbits of bliss,


as well as with shards of sorrow.


Details | Free verse | |

Heartless Fire

In my fervent heart,
You knew I treasured you
But you didn’t return those tender feelings
Just see the fumes arise from the consuming fire
Because my wicked desires wasted away into embers
I love you…I love you…These feelings are ever so new!
I LOVE YOU…I love you…These feelings are always true!
You knew I honestly adored you…oh yeah; I always did from the start
But you don’t consider those mild feelings—you wrecked those bits by bits
Ah! Now I’m crammed into the ascending fire, splintering me with the strokes of death
Because of my virtuous desires, I’m wasting away into the pit of corruption
I thought you were encompassed with my passionate kisses
But you wanted to chase after your callous blisses, now I’m faced with crises
I detest the thought of adoring you…but I have to admit—I love you!
I love you…I love you with all of my heart! Do you love me too?
I know the desires that I have constructed for you never occurred in your heart
I know in the bottom of my heart that you were only enticed by your sick pleasures
You’re dumping me into the raging fire and you’re a sneaky little liar
Because I ain’t lying like you do deceitfully to me—I’m in love and I can’t draw back my desire
You brought magnificence in my eyes, comforting angel
But I’m subsiding into the cavernous fire
Because I surrender to my legit desire
How could I free from the embrace that yanks on to me?
You brighten up my dreams and set me free from reality’s calamity
I love you…I love you…These feeling relieve me from the blue!
I LOVE YOU…I love you…I adore your every existence—do you get the clue?
You knew I kept this feeling inside for so long
Nevertheless, I feel that I belong
In your heart…In His heart…
In my heart…we’ll never depart!
You are my true endeavor
And I wanna win your heart forever!
You’ll always be loved because you’re above beautiful
But, you don’t believe this love will survive in this stranded palace
But I’ll attempt to win you with all of my might and I’ll defeat the malice
Our boundless love is like two fireflies floating in the midnight sky
But you disturbed our greetings and you didn’t even accept the feelings I felt for you
Why did you blow away our interweaved feelings of passion
And blew them away into the heartless fire?
My precious love, why did you diminish my eternal desire?
You knew I worshiped you
In my sensitive heart


Details | Free verse | |

Hidden Depths

Silvery words on paper,
 My ordinary magic,
That heals all wounds and hurts,
That lifts my soul,
And brings hope to my heart,
It calms my mind,
 These words that I put on paper,
Some of which are probably best left unsaid,
These words that expose my heart and soul,
Putting them where all can see,
Giving everyone a ticket into my heart,
A ticket that allows them to see what I never show,
My words give them an understanding of me,
That they could never even hope to achieve just by talking to me,
My magic words creating worlds in which anything can be,
And revealing hidden depths within me,
That only those I chose will ever see.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The broken road to heaven

The broken road to heaven 


The broken road in need of maintenance  
through which we have traveled, mute and solemn 
to our delight
was alight with millions of glow bugs;
evening was another leaf fallen
when I whisper to my friend Richard,
“Is it heaven? Have we arrived at last?” 
he smiled,  “we are yet to reach my home.”
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

I'll Follow You Like Your Duckling

I'm like your duckling, dear 
I follow wherever you roam so have no fear
I'm your duckling, so don't disappear 
Be my dependable leader
I'll stick around and I'll abide by your side
Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)

I mimic like your duckling, beloved
I swim wherever you paddle so slip on my gear
Be my trustable coach 
I'll follow your routine and float by your side
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you wherever you flee
Just signal where we ought to be
I'll follow you wherever you take wing
Just push me back and forward like a swing
Lift me up and pull me down
And I'll follow you
Like your pesky duckling

Take wing, my darling angel 
I'll watch your Devine flight and wave a farewell 
Someday I'll dwell with you 
But I'll be your duckling and will always have you to turn to
Like a hero! (3) 
Wie ein Held! (2)

Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you like your ugly duckling



Details | Free verse | |

AfterLife

Bleeding so painfully...I escape the light
 I try to forget the hardships...brewing in life
 But, it's too hard to live this life...this life
 
Breathing so heavily...I fade away into the night
 I try to forget my past...it slits me like a knife
 But, it's too hard to live this life...this life
 
Fight away the monster in my heart
 Throw away my sorrow...Take away my wretchedness
 Burn away the hideous rage...tearing me apart
 Take away the anger...renew my joyfulness
 
Oh God...please forgive me...
 I long for Your cheerfulness... to set me free!
 
Bleeding so dreadfully...I pray for delight
 I try to pray for mercy...for this pain is too much to bear
 But it's too hard to live this life...this life...
 
Fighting back tears...I discover His light
 I try to pray for comfort...and I know He is there
 I pray for His wisdom...to scare away the strife
 And escape from the darkness
 
I look forward to the afterlife
 When there's no sorrow or pain...
      When there's no manipulation...no evilness...
   no violence...no craftiness... 
Replayed...replayed...
 
Someday...someday 
That time will come!


Details | Free verse | |

I, Poet

Heap humor upon the scholars
Philosophers and thinkers alike
For, "-Ologies or -tists” to ending of names
Do not facts of science make

A place must needs be 
Where emotions may eclipse
To experience adventures of love 
Delve into fantasy, breakout and escape 

Then, might I suggest to be led away...
By thrill of poeteer
And his penned verse escapades

Swashbuckling gay through history's pages
Living on life's raw edge commotion
Into passions inner darkness 
When heartbreak questions every sense

And word's musical essence lingers on 
Amidst, what some shall christen
The wild and untamed spirits
But, this is where beheld and captive
Are those ageless forever notions

Where sonnets were early birthed
From simplicity within a complex existence
Onto ancient stone walls, tablets chipped
To books from scrolls
Across the ages, sailing out on poems ship

Breathing in new life 
Unto once withered words
The ones that merely give 
The heart and mind 
Its many reasons to exist 


Details | Free verse | |

Face Take Two

understanging nothing 
of radios,
cars or aristocratic
intentions.
...weslipped...
past to
alter 
w-/ out figures
turning from 
an ambigious image
To suggest 
it is easy to concede 
vegence 
behind barbwire fences.

...Years ago ; memory....
sober in the spotlight
saw
Facts that 
are for once 
cherished in a world.

Reluctant to 
proceed 
beneath democratic 
government.
So 
just Hold you 
Breath
&
Break
a foreign face.


Details | Free verse | |

THINE TRUE SELF

THE BEAUTY YOU SEE IN MY EYES IS,
SADNESS FROM ALL THE PAIN I'VE SUFFERED IN MY LIFE.
MY RAGE IS MY SCARS, FROM ALL THE DAMAGED HEART ACHES,
I'VE EVER FELT.
WHILE YOU SEE ME SMILING OR LAUGHING ON THE OUTSIDE,
MY TEARS ARE CRYING OUT SILENTLY.
ALL ALONE, AND UNLOVED,
AND BARON OF A FAMILY;
AN ORPHANED AND ABANDONED AS A CHILD,
NOW A GROWN WOMEN.
I TRIED TO TURN MY BACK ON MYSELF AS WELL,
ONLY TO BE BROUGHT DOWN TO MY KNEES SCREAMING,
WITH ALL MY OVERWHELMING EMOTIONS RUNNING WILDLY,
INSIDE OF ME.
WISHING OTHERS WOULD UNDERSTAND HOW GRATEFUL THEY
SHOULD BE TO HAVE FAMILIES THAT REALLY LOVE AND CARE FOR THEM;
INSTEAD OF COMPLAINING AND GROANING.
THINKING TO MYSELF,
IF ONLY MY FAMILY SHOWED ME THAT
THEY LOVED ME THAT AS MUCH AS
I LOVE THEM.
INSTEAD REALITY SETS IN AND REMINDS ME ON
HOW CRUEL THIS WORLD HAS BEEN TO ME.
I FINALLY DECIDED TO START ANEW,
AND THIS NEW BEGINNING HAD ITS UPS AND DOWNS;
AND LIFE LESSONS THAT NEEDED TO BE LEARNED.
ACKNOWLEDGE AND APPLIED.
LEAVING ME WITH THE DREAM AND HOPE,
THAT ONE DAY SOON I WOULD FIND MY KINDRED SPIRIT,
OR HE WOULD FIND ME TO LOVE ME IN THE LOVING WAY,
THAT WE BOTH NEED AND DESERVE.


Details | I do not know? | |

Maybe...I am Nothing

Maybe I wear baggy jeans
white socks and cheap flip-flops,
tank tops and black nails polish
and I'm not a social butterfly,
Tucking away my physical pain and childhood 
sufferings
Taunted by the world outside the box
maybe I don't care about the things
that make you love me, 
maybe you look at me and think:
i am nothing.

Maybe I dont like giving smiles
regularly,
greeting everyone i meet
and maybe I allow my imagination
to run wild,
maybe you don't understand me 
and that's why you cannot see,
that because im am imperfect
i am nothing

The world makes you believe
your personality mustn't be noticed,
your physical must be picture perfect
and wear clothes just the best, to be accepted.
Maybe I look at you
and feel sorry that you let this cruel world
change your perceptions and dreams,
and yourself you'll never find.
The creator made you as you are, as well as me,
naked as Adam and Eve
maybe coming into the world alone
i'll leave the same
this means I am something,
Believing that maybe, just maybe
the world is full of lies
and if I must be nothing, 
then what makes you something.


Details | Couplet | |

Ceremony Today

There is a ceremony
But not a time for bologney

Where I will be inducted
Not instructed

Into a program
One that I'm not sure serves ham

Called NJHS*
And I've heard it's one of the best

Along with other scholars
Some bearing a couple dollars

Will accept this invitation
With great emancipation

And this will look amazing
Not to mention far from cows grazing

On future high school applications
Along with my unique creations

So yes, I have a ceremony
Where no one will serve boloney

I hope you wish my luck
But do not mail me a duck

For I am to read my poem Followerª
And I hope I don't feel like a wallower

So yes, I have got to go
And get ready for my show

*NJHS - National Junior Honors Society
ªThis poem is included in my list of poems, although the one being read has some changes in it... I will make sure to post the revised one in a few minutes :)


Details | Rhyme | |

Poet Awakens

Forward, grasping for my steady step.
Now speaking the tongue of poetic mimes..
Awaken now, so  long I have slept.

Sunny phrases with  shady relief.
Tugging upon honeysuckle vines.
Hoping verse may flow beyond belief.

Let phrase roll into a craft all alone.
Poignant juxtiposition now shines.
Ponderous  balloons  can  float  a heavy stone..


Details | Alliteration | |

The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q) or Prolix Drama Queen Part One

When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to Dry-Pyre
 and Humble-Pie, Donated-Data –
 in Your Plea-Bargain-Brain- Por-Nada
Disperse the Diaspora
Prefer Real-Deal and Retain Prerogative-Honor

 To, The Divine and Peerless… 
 Person of God – of Pure-Spirits
…  Whose Personage Positively… 
Remains Due-Homage and Dignity
…The Pinnacle… 
Of  The Direct-Pact - Empirical 
Drawn and Done, 
with His Precious DayStar-Son,
 Who Deigned to Come
by The Father’s Decree… 
 Was Dispatched with Poise-Prudently
as Probe and Provision… 
for Our Poverty and Pleurisy-Drain-Derision

He is The Pivot-Portrayal of Royal… 
and Portal-To-Pace-Immortal
This Diadem-Prince-Progeny… 
of Dazzling Famed-Piety and Propriety!
The Possessor and Presenter 
and The Permission-for-us-to Speak and Palace-Enter
The Premium-Derivative-Son,
 This Potentate Happy One...
 Proof-Explained and Patent-Won
Delving Mysteries; Described Memories; 
Drawing Forth Miracle-Draperies
and In Deference… 
As A Pro-Dative – Proconsul-Presence… 
He Maintains Preference
and Displays:  That, The Dynamic-Will… 
and Determined-Purpose Still,
Definitely,  is Top-Priority…
 One… and The Preeminent-Same… Pardon-Plea
He Is The Presiding – Deciding-Door-Key…
Precisely! -  Praise-Accordingly!

For We Are Wind-Swept, Droves of Dust… 
Dirt and Air-Gusts,  
Now, Plundered-Seeds… Still-Planted… 
Packed to Earth, Properly-Contained and Patted
 if We Continue to Divide… 
Disfigure, Pilfer and Hide 
From SonShine, then in Dirty-Prairie…
 We’ll be Permanent-Lain- and Perjury
If  ‘We Choose’ to Develop… 
Too Low-Down, to Peel-Hope
  or Plow-Perverted… 
The Preview, We’ll Not Regain…(We Deserted!)
Its Our Duty and Delight… 
to Reach Dawn-Heights
and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse


Details | I do not know? | |

Reason to Rejoice 11032011

REJOICE WITH ME BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND THE COIN I LOST LUKE 15:9

WHEN MY FRIEND CALLED to tell me the story of how she lost 
One of her expensive hearing aids
It sounded similar of the lost coin
Diane described how she had taken care of 5 or 6 errands in a day

During that time she placed her hearing aids in her pocket
When she returned home
One of them was missing
Diane hurried back to all places she had been

Retracting every step she searched for the precious item
Her voice held such amazed joy and gratitude 
As she related the moment of actually finding the tiny hearing aid
No wonder Jesus used a story of losing and finding something of value to describe the joy God has over “one sinner who repents

When I hesitate to let go of an old hurt 
Avoid repenting of my wrong doings
I hope the memory of my friend’s enthusiastic discovery
Will nudge me to give the Holy One another reason to rejoice

Readings and Gospel
Romans 14:7-12, Psalm 27:1
Psalm 4, 13-14, 
Luke 5:1-10


Details | Free verse | |

My Poetry

Poetry is my sanity,
my diary,
my life song.
It let's me tell my stories,
that could have been too long.

Poetry allows me to be free
of everything that has eaten me.
It lets me express my thoughts
eloquently,
beautifully.

Poetry is a way to praise,
to tell of hope 
in unknown ways.
It's a way to let the world know,
of how my life has changed.

Poetry are the tears I cried,
because of lies,
heartaches,
things I despised,
and thoughts that made me want to die.

Poetry is my voice,
when all I had was a whisper.
It makes the world I know,
something less bitter,
easier to embrace.

Poetry is my gift,
that God freely gives.
He knows that I am tired,
unable to express my thoughts
and this keeps me alive inside.


Details | Free verse | |

Your Insight

You are powerful even in the darkest of days... I prayed for Your insight
Night and Day...every pondering moment.
You responded to my prayers in many unique ways...You made my spirit take flight 
What should I say? You scrubbed off my lament. 

You relieved me from distress
You fearlessly strengthened my hope 
and frayed my fear
Now I'm in high spirits with freewill and delight...
and I must confess
You wiped away the boundless tears, shattering my negativity...
your love is crystal clear now!

Am I still that hovering angel...yearning for some light?
Am I still that naive spirit, giving in to the darkness and seeking plight?

I know God loves me, but I doubt Him still
God revealed His love with my whole family...but i don't feel right
I know God cares for us, I see no sign of Him or His will... 
God dealt with us with patience and kindness, but I can't yield on to His radiance so full of might

You are fruitful even in the darkest hours...I prayed for Your delight
To fall upon me day and night...effecting my every thought process
You promised me Your blessings and upcoming Kingdom every time I consider Your Word... You made my dreams come true and lingered around me despite
My bitter, spiteful words that I didn't mean to say... Is there any hope that I'll ever be successful during this time of cheerlessness 

But, I believe God is a merciful creator!!


Details | Free verse | |

Destruction and Decadence

I have no idea what you are facing in this segment of life
You are like a labyrinth; I can’t untangle the mayhem without any clues
Spill out your emotions…there’s a waterfall in your eyes ready to collapse
I don’t have the time and willpower to hike on your colossal mountain

Are you fit enough to climb with my echoing praise?
I doubt I ever have the strength to crawl into your agonizing thoughts
Of destruction and decadence
Of despondent dreams and isolated guidance

Do you accept my benevolence towards you?
Do you believe that I can mend your shattered dreams?
Do you accept my fondness towards a friend like you?
Do you have faith that I can make your dreams a reality as it truly seems?

Your contemplation is another expedition to trek
You are like an island, separating cramming chaos from undying peace
Rise from the cave and attack…there’s a bear in your nature, watching over her cubs
I don’t have the ability and determination to trudge in your soggy wasteland

Are you slick enough to trek with my shielding gaze?
I doubt I’m nowhere to be found in your thoughts of desolation
And destructive formation,
Springing forth the equipment of your
Turmoil and damnation

With any luck, I hope we can arrive in one piece
On the other hand, I wish that we both escape from this horrifying journey
Because I want to discard the labyrinth, crafting puzzling pathways that draw me back to
Destruction and recklessness
That I, by no means, address


Details | Free verse | |

I Hate this Poem

I hate this poem.
I wrote this poem, it is my work 
but I don’t like this poem, I wrote this as I 

watched an old man sitting on a park bench, 
reading, he would read a few lines
then look up to stare out at the world,

then he would drop his eyes
to read a few more lines; 
of what I think was poetry,

again he would stare out at the world.
Yes, it must have been poetry-
good poetry, at least to this man.

When he finished reading and
closed the book he sat there
with a soft, sad face, his eyes were

full of tears and he just stared out…
thinking of a lost love perhaps or
a long-a-go memory.

Maybe he was pondering the struggle 
of life; the quiet of death. I am only sure  
that he had read a perfect poem.

To that man, on that day, he had read 
the perfect poem and the poem he felt, 
he made it his own, taken it to heart.

But he is gone, never to read poetry
on that park bench again, never
will he read this poem my poem; that I hate.


Details | Quatern | |

Jesus Christ Deal


Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Jesus Christ stopped Him
Told the Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Just don’t destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angiel Gabriel spoke to Mary
You have found favor from God

Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus Christ
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Jesus Christ created a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In there people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions


There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
Second is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they love Jesus Christ
Person who created their Church
Was the person they believed and loved

Jesus Crist is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned

J.R.M. 11162011


Details | Couplet | |

Congragulations

Excitement is running through my mind at this point,
It is hard to control so much 

When something so honorable,
Happens to come across

For me personally,
It was the proposition

From a contest by,
World Poetry Movement

In which I entered in,
And received a letter back

Stating that my poem,
Had made it to the next level

But that is not all,
Oh no

What's more is that they informed me,
That they were publishing that very poem

In a book titled "Stars In Our Hearts"
Which is to be published in August this year

I hope each and every one who happens to read this,
May read my poem "The Beat of the Heart"

In the book.
Thank You.


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Bubbles

 
eyes closed 
I blow 
emptying my heart..
The sad bubble rises 
carrying my woes
heavenward
 


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Heavenly Tree

Ghostlike rage Haunts me…it smothers me… I can’t handle the smell of burning sage It overpowers me…will I EVER be free? Sweltering rage Grasps on to me…it bothers me… I can’t expose my courage on stage It’s horrendous…will you EVER pay the fee? Childlike mirth Reigns upon me…It chases after me... I can’t let loose my youthful imagination, flipping page to page It towers over me…will I EVER joyfully flee? Heavenly birth Recoils from affliction… tracking me down… I can’t shed the grief that lead to rage It pulls me back…will I EVER be a budding tree?


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Introduction

Between the covers of this book...
  A diverse collection of when I felt forsook
Not all words are detailed to a fact,with
Serenity I've changed some,others I enact.
There are some words for which I must find
  A story to tell and make it rhyme,
Some fall on paper in three-quarter time,
   Others are painfully sent as a sign.
Some are worth Million$ others not one thin dime
   Chapters and characters for another to design.
            Venture on thru-A journey you will find..
"POETRY-IN-MOTION"-ten-thousand steps of life to climb
As like Mother-Goose only I write of the ruins
   Of neglect and child abuse.
I write of Jude and The Book of Revelation
The Work-of-Art by God's Creation.
  The Wrath of God and behold Salvation
And that Christ Jesus died 
            for this Worthless Generation-


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Ashes

We all drift away at one point in our life
We all gottah deal with pointless strife
We all slip and fall on that jagged knife

We crumble away...
we collapse unto the ground with dismay
We decay away...
we abide in the wind and we sway... 

We break down...we droop like branches
We smother the daylight with a death gown...we shed like ashes 

We all sift out our wishes once in a lifetime
We all gottah fulfill our goals in life before bedtime
We all elapse and flourish around springtime
We hasten away…we all crush into smithereens and grime 

Like ashes, we decay...
Until the agony dies away
Until the night blooms into day!


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How did Christ show and prove His divine power


Christ showed and proved His Divine power chiefly by His miracles
Which are extraordinary works that can be performed 
Only by the power received from God
Therefore, His sanction and authority

11282011


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I Thought, I Thought & I Knew

There is awful lot of things I’ve been accused of in my life
Many I have done and many I would never do
Many times I have felt so betrayed and hurt
And many times I reckon it was no less than what I deserved
You know I often ponder and exercise my right
To seek the enlightenment of open confession
Not only confessing to the Lord or the ones I sinned against
But to the Lord, to the ones I sinned against 
And anybody else who cares to read
You see I believe we are all teachers
Our lives are examples of what we should or should not do
If we keep those examples hidden
How can others learn from our mistakes?
Or share in the beauty of our blessings?
I believe our wisdom can only be as deep as our truth
For one will never quench their thirst at a dry well
I remember once I was writing about my children
How I had failed so terribly as their father
That they used the inmate tracking system
In order to know where to send my birthday cards
And sadly enough it even got way deeper than that
And I thought
You can’t write that what are people going to think about you
And I thought
If you don’t what are you going to think about yourself
And I knew
My life would never be the same again


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Like Lions and Wolves

Let’s get on track Let’s send a search party for our fathers and fight Let’s get in a risky pack Let’s imitate as wolves, building up courage, not fright Let’s hunt and get our treat Let’s venture around and track down our fathers Let’s search and complete Let’s be fierce like lions, protecting our sisters and brothers What kinds of animals do we portray as?


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Animated Life

Dwelling with the gracious Lord
Traces righteousness and worthiness
Enlivening my glum life
Dwelling with the Almighty
Embraces blessings and gratefulness
Animating His faithful life  


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He Cured Infection

The hardships of my life
Are like a clump of maggots digging through my skin
They are deep within...
How do I inspect them? Where do I begin
When I am in profound distress and sin?

I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all illnesses
I’m defected…but yet You cleanse me from any blemishes or messes
I’m dejected…but You certainly lift up my spirits
But I’m far from being resurrected…I’m ruefully neglected

Jaded by the nightmares…striking me with discord
Like a released sheep roaming in the plains of fate
How do I encounter with my shepherd?
Are we ever going to integrate?
When I’m a lost, stray animal…trampled down by a frown,
Worn-out by my regret and knowing my demise is my royal crown
I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all diseases
I’m defected…but yet You purified me from any filth or squalidness
I’m dejected…but You certainly lift up my spirits

I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all wretches
I’m defected…but yet You cleanse me from any blemishes or messes
I’m dejected…but You certainly pumped up my heart
But, Lord I’m far from being resurrected…I’m contritely mistreated
I’m infected…but yet You dealt with all of my despair
I’m defected…but yet You cured me with blessings you address
I’m dejected…but You definitely rely on my faith that I kindly share
But I’m aching recklessly…but I’m still in progress!

The tribulations of my life
Are like a cluster of wasps, stinging me with vigor in my shin
They puncture me deep within…
How do I infect their nests? Where do I begin
When I am in profound melancholy and cave in

Tell me, Almighty Lord, why do the demons ensnare me with their curses?
They won’t break the tension…in these godforsaken verses!


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The Chosen One

My odds feel slim as a stick figure but my desire thicker than Monique and three golden 
corrals, the competition is higher up than Yao on Shaq's shoulders but who can write 
with deeper meaning like a bottomless pit that's really my mind's great divide like Blue 
Bell with only 2 flavors and a gold rim, fresh imagination making it easy for me to word 
the painting I'm putting on the back of your intellect so beautiful it'll have you lustful for 
intercourse with the text itself, excuse me as I breeze past the assumptions of 
becoming arrogant and self centered speaking with a spotlight and nothing less to 
sway the masses but my own pure skills, move aside please I have mountains of 
oppression and depression to move from the slums in my mind named last resort 
towards the demolition yards called triumph and victory, follow me as I guide loved 
ones and good souls back across the sea filled with their tears shed over periods of 
pain and turmoil, before we begin this journey take a last glance back waving goodbye 
to others who wish to join us but can't make the change from frozen still to 100 miles 
and running to catch up with our current standing. -poetic


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HOPE

Out
of
nowhere,
ideas are born-
each day can begin a new dawn


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the beginnings (of laying it down)

I am a woman
with a pen
Sounds lame
but listen again.

I am a woman
with a pen.

Stories and schemes
Weaver of fairy tales
or broken dreams.
Little girls at wishing wells
pretty pink dresses with piggy tales.
Adventure to sew.
Hearts to win.

I am a woman
with a pen.

Strong boys, stiff upper lips
muddy shoes, frogs clutched in fists.
Fishing poles or computer screens
little boys with man sized dreams.
Dragons to slay
Hearts to win

I am a woman
With a pen

It’s deceptive
this power I claim.
Makes me believe
I can do anything.


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Writing and Riding with Destiny

Empty only seconds
And yet I fell so lonely.
I was pushed into a world
I wanted but never could have to my own.
I wanted one night with him
And a thousand from another.
I wanted and I wanted
I never needed.
I will never need it.
I'll face eternity alone
In jealousy and loathing.
Plagued by the desire
Of flings with older beings.
The wise old souls 
With a book to his nose.
My everlasting hope
Even when my hope is wasted.
Ever is my hope wasted,
Wasted on these petty dreams of mine.
Always dreaming when the sun still shines
Abound my skin
I shall resign.
I shall grow strong.
I will move on
To distant songs of lovers gone.
I shall move on
And then move on.


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pour down

Pour down

 

Utter a word that speaks to the soul

Savor a moment that drips from these lips 

From this tongue, take a sip

Of these moments 

This trip upon journey, 

And reveries galore

A moment to store within the tip

Of these fingers

Writing moments that flip

The mind and stipulations

Of stained conversations

Dripping dirt on 

This shirt of white lasting exploration

Expiration of doubt and drought we have seen

Tasted the bitter moments of salt

Give me juicy stories that slip

From the mouth, from the lips

Whipping away the brand 

Of dry, of bland

Give me words that express

And upon stress, I can strip

Away anything that tips 

The scale of wet hell

Convey sounds from great script

And beneath the water I sip

Truth beyond common words

Snipping girth, I've coerced

Each moment

Drip…

Drip… 

 


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New Year's Resolutions

Resolutions made the first of the year,
vague and illusive, significant at the moment
but fleeting as foolish, idle thoughts.
"Absorb and observe" sum up my needs
as I become an element of wherever I am;
perceive the aura surrounding me,
enjoy the soft rain, the warmth of the sun,
the fragrance of nature and its untouched settings.
I will walk and feel the earth under foot
trying to put my thoughts to words as I
seek to become as one with the setting.


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What do we mean by grievous matter

By ‘grievous matter’ with regard to sin mean that the thought
Word or deed which is committed must be either bad in itself
Or severely prohibited
And therefore sufficient to make a mortal sin if we deliberately yield to it


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Family Tree

Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer

God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee

"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key

Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality

Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter

I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly


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Trapped, Alone

Failure to plan on your part
Doesn’t mean an emergency on my part
That is what today over the radio I heard
And as sharp as an arrow in my heart it stung

Now it’s almost a month
Since on the boat of chance I jumped
	...hoping for luck
I’d heard enough of my big dreams banging my head
Now here I am, so worried of what’s ahead

I know all about that positivity stuff
In fact I write about it trying to earn some cash
But man, how tough it is to live off art in this part of Africa
The society looks at me with suspicious eyes for they do not understand

I am a lone ranger in a range full of cons
I am a range rover in a range full of thorns
I try my best to improve my all
But always to reality’s end I fall short

Sometimes I wish to be back to the home that didn’t foster my hope
Sometimes I wish to be helped by the dad I’ve never known
But all the time life shouts upon me the reality that I’m alone
Oh, I know I gotta stay to fulfil my purpose
	...but sometimes I wish I was gone


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unbreaking flanks

they cry heavens light
                            for the sun has lost it's sight
untile the moon shines


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Kisses

kaleidoscope of kindnesses
rain down upon my back..
 
knitted hats and knots untied
for those you have a knack...
 
karma chose you for me
to bounce upon your knee
 
just another kid at heart
is what I seem to be
 
kettles boil and time will keep
until the kite has flown
 
for knights like you are hard to find
once the kindest years are gone
 
knowledge isn't always friend
in fact..  sometimes is foe
 
but you my friend are the best of kings
a peasant girl could know
 
kisses melt the coldest heart
like candy in the palm
 
but keepers come but once along
to the weary heart a balm
 
now knobs and knives and fishing things
we pack into a sack
 
and hand in hand we walk along
ahead.. we don't look back..
 


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How It's Written

My mind is empty but I can't stop the pen from bleeding continuously as I write the 
actions I'm doing until my mind fills with something of interest only to spill out on paper 
as if I were talking to the reader letting them see every motion, opening their mind to 
display all 5 senses as I describe them, feeling each word almost to where it can reach 
out the paper and touch you with the knowledge of all sounds, sights, movements, and 
hopefully taking the brush of your imagination and literally painting the picture for you, 
hopefully showing you the very aspect of another situation in someone else's life that 
might be either unknown to you completely or in resemblance to a experience of your 
own, and as the story ends I leave you with the choice to wonder why I felt the need to 
tell you that at all or investigate what you read as more than text entertainment. -
poetic


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A PERFECT IMAGE

Everything is going well,
looking forward to living a fuller life,
burying the not-so-happy past 
under the ashes of turbulent days...
willing to forget all the hurtful ways.
With thoughts and pen ready to create,
new lyrics for songs and verses for poems;
who ever said that life can't be grand?
Don't assume I stare at the hourglass,
counting every flowing grain of sand! 
Honor and glory were not expected,
but I accepted them with gratefulness;
and they are not the gods I bow to,
I pray to a real God, who always dwells 
above the unreachable realm of blue. 
The gladness of being alive and thankful
has made aware how I greedly clung to my estranged, dark world...
with people passing by, never saying hello;
did I ever wonder why they were so distant and cold?
Why didn't I share anything with them...only glorifying my ego?
Pride can be achieved by willingness and stride;
and it has the loveliness of very delicate lilies,
which an unexpected wind can suddenly taken away,
to never bring them back to the scented, open meadow, 
and be picked by delicate hands to adorn a lovely home. 
So desperate to excel, motivated by desire and passion,
to go beyond the unexplored and find a perfect image
of that peaceful soul living on a deserted island,
where Man has never left any imprint of his intellect,
or imposed on land and fowl his invasive foolishness.  


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Someone

Someone to run to,
Whenever I fall.
Someone who loves me,
Knowing nothing at all.


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Two

and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse

It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey, 
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
 and Passed Up The Palatable –
 Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so  not  hard !) 
But They Failed to Avoid: 
 The Ditch, The Decline, The Devoid
They Deformed; Distorted… 
and Perished, at Path of Disdain- Deported!
Prithee, Who Wants to See… A Dashed-to-Pieces Pottery?
Not even-Periphery-me!... It’s No Longer Picture-Pretty 
Despite Protocol-Deficiency… ‘til I get a Decent Setting Plate
On Broken Dresden- my Pheasant-Dinner Won’t be Ate

And Now… Disorder of The Day… 
is Devious, and Double-Dismay
…  Disgrace, Depression… 
and A Putrid-Depraved-Puke-Stain-Progression
 Plunged into Disease and Death; 
Some Plummet and Pose-Deranged-Stealth
Percolating Panic… 
and Picking Up Pride-Plagues- Still-Pandemic
from-Cain’s Prozac-Paddock … Pathetic !

Though, All Are Not Dissidents-Decayed… 
Deteriorated …  or Dastardly-Dross-Sprayed
 Applaud- When Prodigal-Lost is Found, 
and Those ‘Punching-Back-At-Pangs-Bane’ Pound!
By Adhering to The Dedicated-Drive, 
of The Deft-Guardian-Defender’s Eyes
Who Points Where Our Polished-Pebbles’ Sling, 
Put-Practice-Ping-Ping-Aim (ing)
Dove(ing) Over to Dangle The Desist… 
or Meet Thy Downfall Pretenders-Risk…

For We Pummel Problems… 
and Dent and Pelt Puzzle-Plight-Chains (Pop ‘em!) 
Definitive Deeds, Decorous… 
Meant to Disable Dynamite Pipes-Porous 
To Prevent Our Pulverized-Maim 
and Proffer:  A Predicament-Slain

Our Pilgrimages In Pursuit of Paragon-Virtue… 
Must Make Distribution or Divesture:
the Property… of Pomposity
Pageantry… Profits and Desperate-Popularity
and don – Parsimony, and  Penury, 
Pariah, Pest-Control and Peculiarity
yet Pleasurably, we have heirloom-Pendants and Pence-a-Few …
and Pearl-Gates and Doubloons and Dew Drops Too
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …


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Dreamscape of the Lovelorn

As I sit once more in this chair,
trying to fit word to page in some nice way,
inspiration seems, this evening, rare;
my muse is distracted, keeping melancholy at bay.

I long for a soft, pliant embrace,
shared by a maiden draped in silken thread;
moonlight brightening her already radiant face,
and her enchanting smile, at what could lie ahead.

Her shining hair pours down her back,
like the rain in which we stand;
the right way she seems to lack,
as she looks to me for a guiding hand.

These hands glide down, around her waist,
and slowly we begin to dance.
Underneath the stars, our own new path is traced,
as we float along, in our lover's trance.

The feel of her, so near and so warm,
I cling to, like a drowner's lifeline;
her every sigh, her very form,
beyond my imaginings of the divine.

To go on like this, held enchanted
in her eyes, serenity's sweet founts,
I feel would be my heaven granted;
my trials, her affection surmounts.

The haze shimmers, the dream recedes,
leaving me dazed, shaken in its wake;
as ever and always, my heart bleeds,
craving an end to its boundless, yearning ache.


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You Are Jamming My Dreams

I wait crossly
To get picked up straightaway
I wait optimistically
To step into the murky bowels of my car

I can’t advance…
When you’re dragging me to your feet
I can’t progress…
When you’re motivating me to be incomplete

I wait at ease
To get a ride home
I wait with heaps of crotchetiness
To jam myself into the jumbled car

I can’t drive on…
When you’re creating traffic in my dreams
I can’t carry on as fast
When you’re taking your time on the freeway,
Though your obedience beams

You’re jamming my dreams, sweet dream catcher
You’re liveliness gleams…It’s not what it seems... (2)
It’s certainly not what it seems…
Blame it on my dreams!
You’re just a dream come true…
It’s nothing that popped out of the blue…
It’s not that surprising
If you only knew…
Oh, you don’t have a clue…
This infatuation is positively true!

I can’t move on…I can’t drive on… (2)
I can’t ride on the road to victory…
I can’t burst forth by dashing proudly
Until you hit the brakes and cease from
Jamming my exotic dreams

I can’t travel on… I can’t light up the sky…
I can’t dream on and on and on
I can’t drift on and on
I can’t…I can’t move on
I can’t… I can’t!
Until you inspire me to gleam!

(the whispers grow soundless)
I can’t drive on…
I can’t drive on…
I can’t drive on…
I can't...I can't...
I just can't,
Dear friend...
*silence*


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Words

Communication
global verbalization
peace domination


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Facing Reality Vol.2

Despite the fact that I'm focus 
some say I'm on some new dis
me I stay on true to dis 
and some females stay on that cute shhh!!
but you know what they say 
take the cotton out of your ears 
and put it in your mouth 
but misery loves company 
and everybody's saying I'm changing
but I'm like what y'all want from me

You see the reality is 
I'm just a nigga on a mission 
and these hoes is scandalous 
so it's forever money over b!t(hes
but I can't call it quits heaven itself 
needs me to succeed and I live for 
the outcome of our younger brothers,
sisters, daughters,sons and the birth of my seed.


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I Always Knew

I always knew there was a person for me
I always knew that the person wouldn't just come 
I always knew it would take time
I always knew my life was damaged
I always knew my heart could talk but I wouldn't listen
I always knew I made a big mistake
I always knew there was no one to take his place 
I always knew that he loved me for me 
I always knew he was a good person
I always knew that the other boy wasn't really worth it
I always knew but I never stop to think


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What effect has sloth upon the soul


Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
A disgust for prayer

11272011


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O Jesus Christ

To turn away from You is to fall
To You is to stand
To remain in You is
To have a sure support

11282011


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If

you where to hold my hand
and look at me, my heart might 
skip. I would look away, say 
“The sky is lovely.” Yet there
are clouds covering the sky,
like I cloud my words meanings, for
in truth, I don’t think anything of the sky,
nor trees, nor flowers when I’m 
with you. Only you. Therefore, I think 
I need you, and like the 
infamous poets before me, I will
attempt to immortalize you in lines,
and woo you with verse. If that should, however, 
fail, I lose you to the wind, and men 
yet to come, and without 
you, I’ll be of the trees Orpheus 
sings to, with somber branches and
lost leaves. I will talk and write of your
eyes, an electric, endless brown.
Of your voice, drifting in 
the air and stopping at nothing
to please. Of your figure and grace,
destroying wills of men like the Sirens song,
yet thicker and more potent,
lingering like cigar smoke in the air. 
Eventually, yes, my mind will move on,
but frozen in time would be my
emotions for you in these lines, 
and if ever you need to feel loved, 
you need only read.

If it where to work though, the
story takes a different path, which is 
one I leave to your imagination. 
An obscurity found in most love 
stories. ‘They lived happily ever after,’  
would, could, be us, where you to
dip your fingers (what gentle, 
beautiful fingers), into the well 
of my palm.

The choice then is yours then,   
my lovely R------, what’ll it be?


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Mr. Critic

He said "Tell me young man, what is your plan to succeed in life?"

I replied, "Success is ambiguous.  However, my pen suggests I should look into writing."

He rubbed his chin.  "So you have an addiction to writing silly fiction?"

Silly fiction?  "Okay, Mr. Critic, it's much more than just silly fiction.  Writing gives you wings to fly."

"Is that so?"  He seemed satisfied, "So I cannot scare you into considering a real career."

I replied, "This 'real career' let's me touch reality in ways that ordinary men will never feel.  This occupation requires imagination, which will take me to places unimaginable."


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' Light Years, Away '

Far-Away … Light Years Away …
How Appropriate, It Is, We Say …
Light Years Away … Words To Measure
The Great Distance to Explore Celestial Treasure

… For He is Light Years, Away From Us
… yet … Closer … than The Lightest Touch
Closer … than The Merest Whisper
Closer … than even Lovers, Can Venture

and yet … Light Years Away … from Man’s Technology
Light Years Away … in Telepathy
Light Years … of Surpassing Intelligence
Those Light Years Away … should Inspire Reverence

… in Wisdom … He is So, Far, Advanced
We, Will Never Reach … His Zooming Stature or Glance
Beyond, What He Has To Show
Look Back at Him ? … ‘Please !’ … Keep Learning To Go …

… Light Years Away … Oh, Joyous Mystery!
Light Years … of His Supreme Love and Gracious Majesty
and Divine Dignity and Glory and His Excellency … All Light Years Away
so … Up … Up … and Away … that’s how Real Superheroes Pray

… and that’s how We Travel, Light Years Away … Day by Day by Day


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Alliteration Mystery

Take the time to set back and travel the minds turntable--
Set the stage of your spirit of your soul ever so simply--
Each ember of life that earns you strength is everything--
Seal the seats of friendship with stars from heavens sky--
Relief will be your reliance; reliance can be your role--
To live life loving with much laughter and spiritual light--
I sound like a pound of purity, with prosperous preparations--
Though that is hardly the fact, the terror of life totally thrives--
Drives me to dare divide my dreams and sacrifices decently--
No, I do not know the key to never failing, or sainthood--
My mystery is mesmerizing mere meter or rhyme or prose--
Writing written words to warm or calm mere mortals like me-- 


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Faux Fur Jacket on a Hot Day

Starlight, star fight

I hope no one cries tonight
					
I hope that life 

is more than the sun

and more than that book I read

about the horses,

more than the dirt on the floor,

sitting there like a 

fairy dust covers a flower.

The flower blows in the wind

and I weep 

for the day that comes when

life no longer 

has an end

or really a beginning.

This jacket is itchy

and I itch it like my mind

hurts, it hurts when I think of 

how sick I am of

running away from 

the life that is coming

to me.       











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My Song- (Solfège)

Do- Re- Mi-

Do..Dodo flightless bird
fearless of humans; easy prey!
Extinct so long many believe you a myth....

Re master of universe
mirror image of Ra...worshiped
by millions seeking a ray of hope..
a ray of sunshine warming heart and soul...

Mi.. Mi.. ME
Calm me.. breath..deeply breath..
help me.. bless me.. sing my song..
Do - Re- Mi-

Fa- So- La-

Fa away from everything;
everyone I love.. wishing..
dreaming.. desolate..

So- so- Sewing
Grandma's old sewing machine..
bright colors.. tiny stitches..
warm quilts... So- so- Sew!

La- La- La-
Sadness.. Dark.. gloomy..
overwhelmed.. lonely.. Tears..
La-La-La-...LA! LA! LA!

La- Ti- Do-

ti-Ti- piercing.. Heart weary.. 
Ti.. Ti.. Tea!
a hot cup with lemon and honey..
faith....hope.. a ray..

Do- stronger now!
Do- Do- Do what you have to!
find strength.. it's there..deep inside you..
survive! grow! learn! LIVE!!

do- re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do...
DO- RE- MI- Fa-So- La- ti-  do!


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Always & Never

She wants me, she wants me not
in her eyes as far as a man 
I'm the cream of the crop
her beauty is astounding 
her voice makes me feel 
like I'm drowning in passion
I feel the whiplash of her intimate kisses
she's everything I prayed for in a woman
she's exactly what I been missing 
she makes me believe I been fishing 
on the wrong side, in her eyes 
she see's our future in mines
and she's so dedicated, so into me
we've already in love with each other 
so the vision of our wedding day 
bleeds thru our hearts vividly
she loves me, she hates me not
so I'm in love with her 
staying by her side forever


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I Dream

I dream I'm dancing along the shore
and the sun shines down 
and I close my eyes
and eveything is in its perfect view,
perfect form
It feels this good to move
It feels like I can run a race
I can hurdle each trial, each pain,
each sad thought.
I leave them behind.
Feeling the world is not so heavy,
its only my stage and my part
is to play the 'me' I always wanted to be,
carefree.
I dance fast, I jump and leap
I fall and laugh because I can get up again.
I like this dream
Its me, and its happening.  


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living words

Such a built up tension
   a fiery burning sensation
I become an export station
   I scream, let it out
It is trapped
   I know not what it is
      but what it is 
   is pain, longing, depression,hope
       anticipation, loss, gifted, Jaded,
       faded glory, a whory version
  of my true potential
      and release is so damn crucial 
  I write to escape and indulge
Relieve me Pen
     Pad
         Good, bad, sad,
    Here for me and who will see
 But let it out
        Lest I pout
    For lack of expunge
           And take a fatal plunge
And dive head first to meet my thirst
    and bleed on paper
 To see my true feelings,
     my mortality,
           my life, 
                  me.


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One Day

You know a few years from now
my son is gonna get curious 
I know eventually we gotta have that talk
I gotta take that walk back down memory lane
I then been threw so many changes
But I'm from the hood so to him
I gotta speak that real language

And it makes me wonder 
not really all that worried
the kinda lifestyle I carried
but that was after I got legal
knowing he gotta walk thru 
the same blocks I walked thru
seeing them D-Boyz, Street Thugs,
Dope Fiends, Dark Alleys, & Drug Needles

But I guess all I can do is 
pray for better days
while I'm daydreaming in a daze
hoping one day he doesn't 
end up in dat same cage or
sittin sideways on the corner
wit his top laid back
but like Jay I had to fade to black
and just stay faithful in God's promise

Yea he'll go threw trials & tribulations
I just pray he wont get overwhelmed
by Satan


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annointment to be realised.....first two quantrains

Sitting alone at night back in secret study; truth
blinded voice hiding hell
believe truth
it is placed on back the brass tripod.
right great healthy you
A slight flame comes out of the hell emptiness and
blinded mysteries believe gullibility
makes back successful that which truth should hell not be believed in vain.
spirits hell confuses you masks 



The wand in the truth hand is placed in the middle of the back tripod's legs.
away curing obsessing
With water he sprinkles both the hem of his garment and his foot back.
sometimes truth dictates them
A voice,you fear: hell he trembles in his robes.
give diplomatic minds back
Divine splendor; believe the God sits nearby.
Truth dividing back hell innocent works



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Bottled Dreams

Standing in front of the mirror, 
I look for the man that I once was.
Am I still him, or merely, a shadow that haunts his memory.
The shell of him is thin, A mere wafer,
Lack of substance, void of purpose,
Soulless within.
A single thread is all he has left,
Though slender is his grasp.
What become of him, his hopes, his dreams,
The aspirations of a mortal man,
Drowned in the pity of empty glasses,
Smothered in the arms of bottled beauties,
With liquid caresses, that comfort, console, envelops,
My escape, such a soluble solution,
My thoughts of Me, I have become defunked,
For souls expressions, Are only dreams of a drunk.



Clement Hardy.


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Black Child

When you look at me what do you see
a black man or a black child 
in a world thats wild and at least 90% of the people
wanna be with in crowd, naw not me
I just look and watch don't say a word 
like I ain't gotta mouth I'm always in the streets
like I'm homeless and I ain't gotta house
some say I talk so proper and I look so innocent
you'll never know I been locked up before 
but the last thing society is to a felon is forgiving
if we living to die whats the point of living 
what I'm doing with these lyrics I was born into
poetry & obviously thats a gift giving,
Giving the spirit that if the people don't wanna hear 
the pastor to you they might listen, but who am I kidding
me I'm on a mission most of the time 
I took my mind off love and put money on my mind
I come from where the city where crime is all we know
and naw I don't flow for the show but to tell
stories, proclaimimg that despite all of the hating
yeah the devil wanna nigga, but this black man,
this black child, Gods child is already taken


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Thoughts And Feelings

Time flies
When I daydream and write.
Though I despise this place,
I know without a doubt
It is where I learned
Every trace of my thoughts.
My heart is solitary,
Though is so deep,
It feels as if
I may never find
What these feelings of mine
Always dream.
I write my poetry
Through love, feelings
And even hate.
In this life I seem fated
To forever be lingering
Within this world
With faded dreams and feelings.
This state of mine 
Is so misleading,
I must find more meaning.
Time flies
When I am glancing into
The clear blue skies.
The sun rises
And my soul realizes
Every day, every lifetime
Is a new beginning.
As I am writing,
I am thinking, searching
For this life's meaning.


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WORDS OF FREEDOM

Behind cell bars, he
wrote that letter with wisdom... 
revealing his dream.

Desiring justice,
he condemned unfairness...
confronting evil.

Without violence,
He spoke loudly and clearly...
the Nation listened.


Entered in Abe Lopes's contest,
" From A Birmingham Jail "


Details | Light Poetry | |

Sestina

Sestina sounds romantic like a lazy siesta with a Latin lover.
Foxy tanned skin and dreamy pools of irises.
Words can confuse and taunt the innocent and simple mind.
Words can turn vile and bitter after the romance has faded.
Lovers become cold and distance, leaving an empty shell of
A former grandeur, and burned out emotions that are unable
To form a complete sentence. Dare I say poetic words that do not flow?
When all hopes have been doused with ice...

Do I dare revisit the sestina again? Hope beyond hope for a reunion of words and 
cohesive thoughts? Is it possible to have a poetic thought again?
Old friend, my eraser, comes along on this adventure. When you reduce, my sestina 
will rise again from my thoughts!


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Live and let Write

To die by the sword
Or die by the pen
In my literary world
We would never lose men
 
They would prosper and grow
In my world of write
Never to war
Never to fight
 
They would be dying for love
Injured by hearts
If they can't heal
Its time to restart
 
So pick up your pens
Lay down your arms
En capture your thoughts
And you will come to no harm


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life2.php


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Will I ever be a poet?

Tonight I wonder,
will I ever be a poet?
I'm a good writer,
sometimes I don't even know it.
The words come to me naturally,
and some of them I don't
even know what they mean!
I love to write
everyday and everynight,
about the things that happen in my life.
I really hope I become a poet,
it's more than writing to me.
I think I have talents
most people can't see.
Poetry is my passion,
it helps me think.
I write the words I feel
in beautifully colored ink.
I hope someday to become a poet
so that people can see,
the true poet I really can be.


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The Word

The word,
But spoken,
Even broken,
It’s heard.
 
It’s a soup stirred,
A flavored token,
Even when woken.
It’s blurred.
 
It comes through me through you,
Touched by our blessings in a day,
It simply just passes through.
It sets you well on your way.
 
The word is your physical suture,
Mending you for an awesome future!
 


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The Crystal Slipper

I've been preserving a Crystal Slipper warmed only by the thoughts in my heart. I'm like the 
King of hearts, patiently waiting for his Queen of hearts... So here I reach with words which 
only she will understand. I long to feel again, the simple pleasures of watching my lady's 
smile, as I hand her a single rose. enjoy random candle lid dinners, while I watch with 
adoring pleasure the light of the candles enhances the sparkle in her eyes, feeling my warm 
Latin blood, pulsing through my veins, waiting with anticipation, as I hold her precious hand, 
to share each others lips, in a loving, suckling desert of passion and desire... Even though, I 
know, every woman holds a beauty deep within her, My Queen will always know how 
especially unique her beauty truly is to me. I've always believed that if a man actually 
stopped and looked at the beauty of a woman's heart, it would be so hard not to smile, but if 
allowed to touch, taste and breathes her in, he would want to protect her, and be hers 
forever. Here's a poem I always liked. It's directed to the one who feels I've been warming 
her Crystal Slipper... "If when I die, I have the choice to reclaim my life as anything, I'd 
choose to be one of your tears. How could any man want anything less Than to be conceived 
in your heart, Born in your eyes, Fall, caressing your warm cheeks, To finally rest, and die, 
on your lips..."
What a beautiful gift God's placed on earth, when he unselfishly created you... Like a rose in 
bloom, a woman can seem the same ... Mysterious but oh so lovely when unfolded with a 
kiss...


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About Commenting

You realize there is a button
Nearby the comment box
Called "Rating" (there are numbers)
Use it, if you won't talk.

For as much as I like to write,
And though few opinions I heed,
I like to hear my readers' thoughts.
Please comment or rate; it's a need!


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The world is changing

The world is changing



Come on now people. 
This world is changing.
Everything has become illegal.
Congress is to blame. 

Trying to stay alive - in this world of lies. 
Is like gathering up honey then living in hives. 

We are melting down. 
Need to move to higher ground. 
It won’t be long. 
Before, the Americans are gone. 

Can you tell me why – why – USA..
It’s not my fault - that I am white.
And what my for farther’s had done - back in the day.. 


Details | Free verse | |

Why I Love You

It's no secret behind it
my feelings for you I mean
and God couldn't have sent 
a more perfect woman for me I swear
and love was in the air
before I ever noticed it 
before I ever noticed you
as far as love with another woman,
I didn't know what I was gonna do
but now... it's so crucial, so neutral
I found a woman so emotional, 
so sensual and... That's Why I Love You.

I felt is so deep in my soul
this is the type of love 
I just gotta keep on hold
I'm feeling like a concrete rose
that withered away with the
changing of the seasons
because now I realize why I went
threw what so much with other females
there's no more temptation
because you are the reason.

Three years of waiting,
my angel has finally come to pass
I love you, I want you, I need you
yea I see you, I close my eyes and
your smile is all I vision
me and you together for eternity
Lord Willing, you inspire me to never
stop writing what I've already written.

You're honest, respectful, affectionate,
Godly, virtuous, dedicated, and I love 
how your so impatient when it comes to me
I thank God that he sent you to me
and at my darkest moment four days 
before the new year he blessed me 
with your presence, and I don't care
about where we are, as long as we're 
together we can make the setting
and true people may wonder 
how could we love each other 
and just met, but honestly they
really don't have a clue.

You're my everything 
and baby "That's Why I Love You"


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Where The Truth Lies

The truth lies between silence
wisdom, knowledge, and deception 
it lies between politicians and big business men
supreme court judges and prosecutors 
who be doing the sentencing 
and the ones who know are too
afraid to come forward because fear is 
what they be living in, and why I fight to expose 
the truth the ones who fight to keep it hidden
be collecting big checks and 
counting their dividends

The Truth lies between stupidity and ignorance 
a lot of niggas talk that gangsta, gang banging
trappin, gun totting, killa life
they tell me to get it how I live so I'm livin Christ-Like 
the truth lies between family ties and 
business partners, peace makers, risk takers 
the ones that wanna see someone do good
and the people that we call haters
it lies between savoring the moment
and those who are
outspoken, heartbroken, they say stop snitching
or your loved ones gettin a death certificate notice
the truth lies between me and them friends and enemies
trusting in man and puttin faith in the one who was
and who will always be with me


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Write! (Cameo/Septet)

You there
Staring at the screen
Are you reading this morning?
Here’s a thought
Take inspiration from my words
Let them flow through your being
Then write

It feels good?
To write new poems
Letting go of the silence
Allowing your mind to now focus
On new words and new verses
Creating poems
For us all


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Faith

Beyond Imagination where hope exist
Lies the hand of God's list
Unconditional love is the gift from heaven
Dreams we share is only daven
Far away through cloudy skies
God's Love will grows and never dies.
A promise will be made from the heart
Heaven and Earth will never be apart
We kneel down each day and pray
So God Smile on us Everyday


Details | Carpe Diem | |

study to show thyself approved

to study and know all about the word of God
to take the Good News, the Gospel into your heart
for you can't tell anyone about something that you don't know
and you can't take anyone to a place where you don't go
you need to know the word of God for yourself
you need to know the word of God for your spiritual health

look to Jesus Christ for your identity
look to the word of God in it is your destiny
study on the word of God and show thyself approved
for the word will help you determine in life what will be your next move

many think that everything is pre-destiny
and that the Lord God already knows what it will be
but no matter the direction or the path that we decide to take
we need to know the word of God to avoid life's little mistakes
so study on the word and divine the wisdom in it
study and meditate on the word and then embrace the Holy Spirit
let the truth in the word be your guiding light
follow the basic instructions and you will get it right
let the word be your business and the force that makes you move
study on the word of God and show thyself approved


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What is Gluttony


Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess


Details | I do not know? | |

another sleepless night

if these words were feelings
i will write until i can sleep
because i don't know what to feel
so i will make it up until it makes 
some clarity and calm

if these words were memories
i will type until i can think
of what the future will bring
some kind of hope
and open world

if these words were something
i will scribble in my notebook
until someone besides me
myself and i are touched by it

if these words were a cure
i will freestyle until there 
were no disease
or burden on the innocent

but i am not god
and my words
are but words
only words


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What is mortal sin


Mortal sin is grievous offense against the law of God
This sin is called mortal because it deprives us of spiritual life
Sanctifying grace
Brings everlasting death and damnation of the soul


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Unbearable Away....

Although optimism is there
Pessimism we also share

In times such as, a day like today
Poetry takes unbearable away

Over whelmed between work and home 
Our minds all need some place to roam

Everyone feels hopeless at times
Magical words heal us with rhymes

We are divine, our  lives are a test
Allow poetry to cleverly jest~

Witty remarkable writing indeed
Can sooth irreparable souls in need







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Given to me

I once was a wizard who treasured the night
The earthly pleasures full of empty delight

An empty monster who had no soul
Feeding the flames was my only goal

Then one day a lesson I learned
Dance in the fire and you will get burned

Burnt to a crisp and black as coal
Thats what the mirror said of my soul

Thats the day I shattered my mold
Let the blanket of love shelter me from the cold

My poetic teacher was a ray of light 
At the end of the tunnel dark as the night

The poems I wrote were no less than a torch
Leading through the darkness to here on my porch

And now that I'm here I can't help but say
I treasure the blessings I receive everyday

There easy to see if you've walked in my shoes
Everyday it's a blessing I don't go out and use

In losing my freedom I've learned what it means
Everyday is a blessing I'm waiting to dream

Of the pain and trials I now face everyday
There future blessings I'm saving to pray

Today as I sit on my porch with a smile
I thought "maybe I should write for awhile"

And look what that thought turned out to be
Another blessing the Lord has given to me


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The B.I.B.L.E. :the basic instructions before leaving earth

how does one sustain and retain spiritual revival
to go to the next level and have spiritual survival?
how do you move higher and increase your faith
and not regress nor become stagnant?
we need to be saturated in God's holy word
read the basic instructions before leaving earth

if you can't seem to understand the manual of God
how can you know your purpose in life or even where to start?
we're all in this world trying to make some sense
dealing with reality hoping not to get warped nor bent
know your basic instructions before leaving earth
be aware of what it is that God wants you to know first

when reading His manual in order for everything to turn out right
you must follow the basic principles sent down from the Kingdom of Light
we always get in trouble whenever we veer from God's hands
we always have to struggle when we don't follow His master plan
but for the grace of God, but for His will
but for His mercy that you are here still

you can tell much about some people by how they maintain the Lord's temple
it's a way to measure their faith and obedience, plain and simple
so stop worrying about worldly possessions forget all of that stuff
don't be a slave to material things that can't help when life gets too rough
don't worry about what you have nor what you think you own
for all you see belongs to God, the Kingdom and the throne
it's a matter of trust, it's about putting God first
it's about reading the basic instructions before leaving earth

to grow in your faith just study the Word every day
and stand on It's foundation for It will guide your way
advance in godly spirit and discover your true worth
by reading your basic instructions before leaving earth
you're a child of Christ so exult and edify the Lord
use the Holy manual and all will be in accord
yes, the Bible is required for it's the focal point
It's the prerequisite for one to get anoint
for the Bible is the primary source for spiritual preparation
It's the guiding light to spiritual revelation
so read and study God's manual and develop a powerful thirst
for reading the Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth






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Break up to Make Up

The bee feigns for your honey
I was trying to get it through 
Your head that love doesn't cost
Sex or money
Respect cherished my heart
But your stupidity is why 
We're not together but apart
Being friends is tough
Being lovers was rough
The desire emerges from my soul
Because deep down our hearts 
haven't had enough
It took me to let you go
for you to realize how much
You love me
And now your feelings start to show
But my eyes are refusing to see
Because there's so much I didn't know
We're friends to the end
So my love,care, & support is what I send


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THE BEAUTIFUL AND GLITTERING TROPHY

During my poetical career I had never received a trophy,
I exploded with joy when I received it by first class...
"Enjoy your reward!" read a note signed by Laura Mckenzie;
and this first prize is my achievement for future success!


Entering poetry contests is fun and rewarding to a greater extent,
and any price is a rare opportunity to bask in your talent;
poets never get rich in this non-lucrative trend,
but satisfaction and accomplishment go hand in hand!


Thanks, Laura for the beautiful and glittering trophy, which I have placed on
my highest library shelf for all to see and admire; it actually seems small...
compared to those given to movie or music stars,
but it is the grandest and preciousest by all means!
 

Like a gladiator in Ancient Rome winning that fierce fight,
standing in front of a wooing and delirious crowd before dusk...
and being honored by the Emperor with the gift of freedom,
I am also set free by the excitement of my enthusiasm!


Yes, my trophy has gladdened me, and one unexpected day,
I may win the Nobel price, too...who says that's an impossibility?
More passion and desire I will put in my work, and I will not fray!
My confidence will feed that fire and with undefeatism I begin today!  


My poem is dedicated to Laura Mckenzie, who was the source
of my inspiration. 

Copyright (C) 2010 by Andrew Crisci


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My life is not a joke

It's not easy to put yourself out like this
sabatoge your fantasies
and write down life experiences
glad you are enjoying my 15 year nervous breakdown
but you are laughing at my life
and why i write is to inform you
my life is not a joke

I am a human being
who tries probably harder than you
who sees the blessings in everything
and its unfortunate for soo many they see so few
it's not easy to inform an apathetic world
whats going on in my life
and not take it personal
when you laugh at my attempts at talking myself out of suicide

Talk about ripping my heart open
to give you a laugh
you write such pretty creative things
i write in an attempt to heal
the whole statement here is my life is not a joke
but obviously its humorous
and in time i will learn to put up another wall
i'm sure whatever joke i am fits me like a glove

One of the few things stopping me from giving the world what i thought god wanted from me
and now i'm going to stop
just thought i would inform you
my pain to me is very real
ignorance is bliss i guess
and i can't take that from you
but its been taken from me

I learned the hard way not to trust anyone
love is a trick to get someone else to do what you want
a disease is something you get when someone doesn't love you back
mental anguish and confusion of self medicating go hand in hand
leave you to surrender to the realisation
those ennabling you with street remedies are trying to kill you
and those are facts
the whole point of writing this
lately anyway, is to show myself im not a joke
you want something funny, go look at the other online books i've written 
and laugh at that

My last attempt at having faith in the world
i guess it shouldn't come so easy to someone totally destroyed
emotionally and mentally
and my diagnosis
I get it now
it's funny
lost to myself again
my life isn't a joke
but im sure the punchline of my death
will be attractive to every comedian


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paper and pens

paper and pens
are my only friends
getting on with getting out
words i must say
but can't utter
very loud
if once read back
and not put best
crumple it up
throw in the trash 
to start fresh
paper and pens
my only friends
getting on with getting over
past and mistakes
risks i should or should not take
allow me to speak
silent or violent or other
things up i think
loving me more
that i love myself
when i need anything at all
in time they help
paper and pens

carol brown, i hope you do not mind that your poem inspired me to write this 
one.  i hope it is original.


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Behind the Wall

Willfully erected..obstructing..
    emotional velocity halted..
Armor.. imprisoning..
    safe and secure.. spiritless..
Layers of pain.. eclipse 
    and enclose..restricting ..
Languish not behind the wall..
    surrender to the magnitude of emotion..
Escape the enchantment of safety..
    passions unleashed.. fireworks erupting
Delight in the wonder of Love..
    thrill to the sensations of life!
    ~ rejoice as the bricks tumble..
    ~ shout as the wall falls....


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Upon Reading the Verse of Yvor Winters

He tried to fly to the sun
On wings he made of butter,
Burned his butt and his thumb
So slow his wings would flutter.

For he crashed far out at sea
Survived on an island alone.
Where he lived on butter and tea
There he built a boat of stone.

But, a boat of stone won't float,
As butter makes poor wings.
A poem in the sand he wrote
Yet it told of such sad things.

A tide washed his poem away-
And then this fool poet died.
In the sun his bones still lay
My hero, for at least he tried.


Details | Free verse | |

Hairline Cracks

When I am so weary
of this world
and
     cynicism
         speaks through my
             eyes,
when desert summer
     sun cannot
         penetrate 
             this uninvited temperament    
and fear brushes
     my cheek on
         my way out
             the door,
I find
     yours 
to be 
the
only
     words
that crack 
     this
     weathered bark


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resealing the way writing works for fate

when you reach out to teach lessons 
humble a crowd 
you have to be humbled by another 
prepared to humble yourself 
when you go through depression 
or poverty 
don't just write it down and throw those feelings 
share the journey with the masses 
and teach the less fortunate how they shine through tragedy 
deep inside ourselves we ask the same questions 

there comes a time when you find yourself 
 inside the light grows 
you can offer advice to traps 
 which you've been ensnared, 
writing is not a gift  
a tool 
to heal to protect 
prevent a longer nightmare 
for the gullible 
sick, hurt, and despaired, 
cast out your broken thoughts 
stitch them in time with hope, 
heal yourself with your own words 
no one else can 
don't abandon yourself. 

Answer what questions many have left in the dark 
don't be afraid to be your own answer 
because millions will feel you 
and millions are thirsty 
and this is where the healing starts 
don't be afraid to go back in your writings 
and answer  
and heal your own thoughts 
with inspiration metaphors dreams 
you are your own answer 
lullaby 
voice of reason  
touches upon thousands 
future human beings 

Deep inside 
feel it 
deep inside 
know 
you are gifted 
this is the truth you are told, 
some will make it down this road 
take my advice, 
some will make a difference 
in the dark side  
save tricked souls 
from  torturous minds 
some cave into religious dogmas 
 fall prey to demands 
 what they think people want to hear 
 the truth is 
the answer lies within each of us 
we are all a puzzle piece 


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MY POETICAL EXPRESSIONS

Through these verses I divulge my poetical expressions
to ignore criticism and not hoot while extricating my ideals;
my work is marked by indisputable integrity,
more plausible than a woman's chastity!


Recognition and deserving honor are nice,
but they are the least rewards I seek,
best of the best...who ever was ?
Worst of the worst.. I cannot be!


I fall between these two, lest I fault
and fairly deserve the dungeon... 
the crowds not applauding my effort,
not  proclaiming me a champion!  


My words are soave, sometimes as rigid as hooves of a horse...
reminding all that I am as human as anyone else who bleeds and rejoices, 
but  my creativity is not satiated by inferior knowledge or bizarre notions,
although my glory is never accompanied by real expectations!


Like Homer and Virgil the masters of ancient poetry,
I do praise their work, and recognize their genius shining in their word;
Troy fell and Rome rose to prominence by a bloody sword;
I don't fall by trickery, I stand on my fortress of liberty!


My obligation must be fulfilled by ardous work, I will not depart,
or merely linger on...until this mission is faithfully accomplished, and this voice,
before fading, invokes its last sunset to finally fall silent;
and if readers acclaim me, I have succeeded in my poetical expressions!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Romanticism | |

Writing my words

I sit here often and write on paper these words
Cause this is the only way to which they can release me and be heard
I write exactly how I feel inside
I do not diminish any emotions I will not let them any longer hide
These poems I write are heartfelt to some so I'm told
Within these words is my way of daring to be bold
They leave my heart open wide, so extremely vulnerable, and left to bleed
And it's left here to plead
Here in these words of rhyme, is pieces of me shared
If one looks they will see my very soul is completely bared
Begging for mercy from all I feel and relive everyday
Remembering everything in every way
From what dances inside my head deep in the dark of night
It's the why I feel all this writing is for me so right
I feel in writing them, I get to have him again
He is my everything, the one who knows me better then my closest friend
Then I see him in the distance so close yet so far away
I long to be with him and love him so much more everyday
So yes, I write on paper and share with you these very words
As it's my only way in my moments here, and my mind in re-living my past, they can be 
recalled easily, then so truly quietly and every so loudly be heard


Details | Free verse | |

Words

Words,
So powerful are you,
Words,
So long abused,
Words,
Why do we misuse,
Words, words,
Written and spoken,
Words,
Change our lives,
Words,
Are the laws,
Words,
Are our life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love's Calling

We are told to love.
It's not a choice.
It's a gift from above
That has its own voice.

It will speak in the dark,
But only if you listen.
It speaks to the heart,
If you'd only pay attention!

But we live our lives
From day to day.
And while love barely survives
It's gets pushed away!


Details | Quatrain | |

My Muse Is On Vacation

My muse is on vacation
I not know where it went
My fingers now are still
My ideas now are spent
My days of this are over
I cannot write any more
My paper’s on the desk
My pen is on the floor
My only way to change this
Take matters in my hand
Buy an airplane ticket
Find my muse, where I land
Maybe then I will find it
And hopefully start again
So I will find beginning
And never see an end


Details | I do not know? | |

Better Days

When all hope is gone in this world of ours

I just wait for night, the passing hours

And when the time comes, I gaze up at the stars

Gives me inspiration, to write these 16 bars

Pick up a pen and express what I feel

This world has become a vision unreal

It's become darker than charcoal

Satan's mark is all over our souls

I hope that one day we shall change our ways

I just close my eyes and try to imagine better days





Details | I do not know? | |

Obama 'Revised edition'

Barack Obama is a senator and a family man too.
He was born in Hawaii in Honolulu.
He has a wife and two daughters who he loves very much.
When it comes to the issues that are important, he's in touch.

He's sympathetic to America's plight.
He fights for women's rights.
He can be a great leader for this land.
If I ever meet him, I'll shake his hand.

He has my vote and I hope he has your vote too.
If he wins, he'll fight to make a better America for you.
He will be a candidate who I'll always remember.
I hope he wins the Presidency this November.


Details | Rhyme | |

do you really think yr poems are thoughtless?

being of
the reality known as spotless?, 
mind yr manners
writing banners

under the cornerstone bridge
that is lined 

by a hedge...


and follows blue river
over rock
sand, and stone

allthewhile
never letting us 


feel alone...


Details | Narrative | |

Next

First draft/ Epilogue to “All the secrets of a wudby poet”

Take the time to see
How a poet creates and plays
Tiz a little different from other books you may have read
Okay a lot different
I mean whoever heard of a poet telling anyone how the magic floes
ice up in midsummer or metaphors taste in early Spring rolls of joy?
Well that’s how it started. What this book does is explain in not so horribly boring 
detail
How and why the poem on the facing page was conceived written spoken 
changed edited
and almost finished.             Almost finished being the key that unlocks  and 
opens reader’s minds
Most of the time, not always there’s a double or hidden meaning  (a wink at 
Fate’s green eye)
So come on in and take a gander Let your feathers fly. Read the poem first. Then 
how it came to be
Then read it again. Does it flow? Is there a break? Why?
There’s barbs and hooks and sweet rewards for they who would be better poets
Ask any critic But have care. Some would suggest improvement to God if She 
happened by
To some poetry is feelings expressed so well the reader feels them
To others it’s a peaceful scene to share
For me it changes with the mood but underneath it all
I am doing my best to get us back to Eden
To leave this world a better place than when I lived here
And hopefully to nudge a couple more along  that loving road


Details | Rhyme | |

Have To Stop

I’m at the bottom,
I can’t reach top,
I had to stop,
These words encircling my head,
I’m feeling dead,
But I dread,
That I’m alive,
At the bottom of it all,
I hide,
I have to stop,
I can’t go any further,
I’m useless,
Nobody cares,
Nobody shares,
Any hope or inspiration with me,
How can I be,
A great person,
A great poet,
Without anything to write,
What will I write,
A good poet,
With a bad inspiration,
What will I do,
I’m at the end of my rope,
But at the bottom of the heap,
I’m getting crushed beneath it all,
The doubting is driving me up the wall,
I can’t take it,
I’m going to fall,
I’m going to fail,
I have to stop,
I can’t reach the top.


Details | Free verse | |

The writer

Minutes turn to hours,
as the clock ticks onwards;
still the paper before me
remains crisp, white – untouched.

My right hand is now cramped,
from it’s gripping my pen
and the notation on my pad,
slowly bringing alive my thoughts.

Every scribe I write becomes structured,
I stop to think before every word;
look back over what I have written,
disjointed, yet I know it all.

A play on my script,
tweaking here and there.
Informing every thought I record,
bringing brilliance for my virgin page.

Words form sentences,
pictures are painted; a masterpiece of art,
breathing life to my work,
to be realized by many.

I transfer my scribe,
to my neat sheet waiting.
Ink flows smoothly, a pleasure to see.
Release washes relief over my tense form.

Midnight strikes, not long left now,
before I can lay my pen to rest
and bid ‘Goodnight’,
to another fulfilled and worthy day.


Details | Free verse | |

Critique Nazi (poetry game) To become what you wanted

for now i am empty
blank
emotionless
but soon enough i will fill that whole
edit myself
with all you remarks 
and believe you me
the comments that go along
that you write
will be writing me

for now i am a shell
a hollow wonderful thing
and then you come along
tell me a thought or feeling
and i add it in
and leave you to wonder where it went how i did it
and i become everything you said to me

One poem written by many
through my minds eye and hand
one poem right here for you to see
i am the shell of nothing lonely
and waiting for the comment to change me
the inspirational words to satisfy someone
who will unsatisfy someone else
until all are satisfied
and i am something
no longer hollow
no longer shallow
a lesson in learning critiques of nature
and everything you could have would have should have said
is right here

I will become everything you say i should be
everything you say i am
i will exaggerate
everything i should add check or change your will be done
this page becomes everything to somebody
begging for control
this page loses all sense of it
as we take turns leading blindly


Details | Rhyme | |

Writes On Display

Here are my raw emotions for all the eye to view
My dreams, my hopes, my inner thoughts and my aspirations too
Here I feel exposed and truly on display
Where people who don't know me comment anyway

Sometimes when people read your writes 
they don't get the real you
You have to remember, that these penned thoughts 
are what I've been through

It takes guts and determination to let others read
your pain
And then for them to dissect it again and again
It feels really nice when people just like me
put their openly exposed life in print for all the eye to see

So all of you on the soup who feel just like me
maybe this is our way of healing, and our way to be free
So if you have nothing nice to say 
Don't say anything at all
Cause you could be the catalyst in our rise and fall

Think of how you would feel if someone put you down
Don't say something that will bring, someone else a frown
For all of us want to feel, that our writes are nice
So think twice, before you write some hurtful words of advice 

P.S. TO ALL SOUP WRITERS/IF YOU DON'T HAVE A NICE COMMENT, DON'T 
COMMENT AT ALL, IT' S NOT EASY TO PUT YOUR THOUGHTS ON DISPLAY


Details | Romanticism | |

Written words

Thought it might help me tonight
If I at here and just write
About how my life I've since lost sight
Don't know what to do anymore
Nothing seems right
Losing any and all strength here
I have no more might
Words can sometimes help heal
The wounds that had cut so deep
But these words aren't helping me here tonight
I feel like I must weep
But do you think tears coming down from my eyes that seep
Will be what helps me here
No it just causes more sadness
And more fear
I've successed at failing
And have failed at being a success
My life before wasn't my own to lead
Now my heart is lieing in wait
It's already began to bleed
For my heart will never be freed
For the love I have for someone
To which I don't know if he feels the same
He's the one I let get away
And now I live with that shame
You know who you are so I don't have to say your name
No the writing of these words tonight
Still didn't make anything I've done right
They didn't give me peace
They didn't let my mind by forever quiet
All that could only come from time spent with you
Funny what a few simply spoken words from you could do
For me
Before why couldn't we see
What we had been searching for all along
In everyone we met
We had right here in us
And we let time pass by like a phantom jet
God I miss you
Somewhere inside me it's saying
You are missing me to
I'm scared
Never had feelings like this before
Taken a hold of my heart, of my soul
This time we need not shut the door
Let our hearts be free and soar
Then these written words I would need no more


Details | Free verse | |

This Poem Won't Make You Cry


I have written- a poem 
That won’t make you cry, within 
Whose tender words spell 
The magic of love, 
Scented with honey, from 

A fluttering god: a gift- 
For thee, ‘cos this poem o’ mine
Is drawn from thy beauty!

I’ve made my heart rhyme, 
For the air not to die 
Before thy sight, 
‘Cos your charm, like crystal 
Blue sea imitating ocean, where 

Waves ripple, like notes 
Of dancing evening fire, 
Proclaiming thy desire!

Cry not, ‘cos my love will not fade 
Like a vapor and waft as a smoke, 
Though to death we all go, but for 
Us, not tonight, my dear!  Fear not, 
For in this muse- I will rest 

My aroma, ‘cos it was thee-
Who made me bloom, like a flower
On a rock, feasting on thy sacred wine! 


Details | Pantoum | |

You Inspire

I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you
You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
The very thought of you releases new desires

You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
The very thought of you releases new desires
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite

Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
So all come together then, neatly and with flow
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow

So all come together then, neatly and with flow
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow
I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you


Details | Lyric | |

Picture Perfect

Who would've knew...
lets just say I found love in a strange place
at least thats what I think 
and she might be the woman I'm
gonna be eternally happy wit so I try not to blink
and despite what I went threw in my past 
my ambition is to make this relationship last
and I promise to give her my all
so I'm taking off my heartbroken mask.

Yeah it's a new year but forget all that
she's my everything and pain is
the last thing I would bring to her heart
this relationship is off to good start
but the key is to keep that way 
and forget all that he say she say
we gone make it as long as we stay dedicated
just because I know a successful relationship 
ain't just built on relations.

So there's no debating if I'm a be faithful
thats me, right in her arms is where I wanna be
and even though she hasn't told me and 
we don't know too much bout each other 
I know she's saying in her mind 
I know that he loves me.

This picture is perfect and honestly 
I'm kinda emotionally hurting 
but everytime I think of our future
anything we may go threw is more than worth it
she's worth it I'm worth it
but one things for certain and thats... 
I thank God for her


Details | Free verse | |

I Am...

I'm a slave so I got slave traits
brought with a price, brought to America
and got bidded on, slapped, whipped 
worked cotton fields and of course been spitted on
you see I then did a bid caught probation and
to be on these streets again I'm scared
probation or parole 
don't mean you free it's just another way
for this country to keep you in check
now you might get some respect from ya homies
but tell me whats that, truth is I'm just a slave wit benefits
so times ain't really changed from then till now
cause we were slaves then and we still are now
when you see a slave what you hear shhh! not a sound
we was lost and then found or rather already found
just taken, robbed, and raped given a clean slate
wit a new name thats kind of the reason 
I could never wear bracelets and chains 
so I'm still locked up in my own mind frame.

This is what I am or rather who I am
a servant of the great I AM
and I am every man & woman who fought & died for freedom
I am every Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Harriet Tubman
that chose to lead em, I am every Nelson Mandela,
Rodney King and Jesus Christ thats eternally bleeding
I am the truth, way, light & every righteous reason
every preacher, evangelist, poet, public speaker, & deacon
that believes some people are only in ya life for seasons
and as a young adult to my young brothers & sisters
I been sanctified to lyrically feed em that everybody 
walks their own path but only you know who you 
should believe in.


Details | Blank verse | |

...collaboration of inspiration-Stevie Nicks dedication

...so to the red rose grows the passion in the Enchanted Gate and Garden there 
Whenever you call me friend and I believe I've come to understand that I'm the 
Kind of woman with for whom you don't blame for having a Wild heart but you 
know that you can always Talk to me you can set your secrets free you have given 
me your Leather and you have taken from me my Lace I am stronger than you 
know it all comes down to you lighting strikes maybe once maybe twice and you  
see your Gyspy but  you have to Stop draggin' my heart around because baby you 
could never look me in the eye and say you didn't love me you buckled with the 
weight of the words and looking at Rhiannon who is like a cat in the dark and 
then she is the darkness and knowing that even in Dreams when the rain 
washes you clean Sometimes it's a witch and no matter what they say Love's a 
hard game to play you may need to Stand back in the middle of my room my 
Bella Donna riding high a top her pony cause not everyone has Crystal visions 
nor will everyone with their capes pulled around them tight cry for the Nightbird 
some will see their refection in the snow covered hills until the Landslide brings 
them down and even the Gold dust woman with her heartless challenge will pick 
her path and for her we pray although on the Edge of seventeen things may Rock 
a little and sadly enough Some will become strangers you will always have My 
heart I never again want to Fall from grace even if time cast a spell on you never 
will you forget me and in years past I tried to love you before but you would not let 
me I am ready now to be your Silver spring blue green colors flashing and yes 
I'm Strong enough remember I'm your Beauty and you are my Beast poet priest of 
nothing Has anyone ever written anything for you in all your darkest hours did you 
ever hear me sing listen to me now I sing for the things money can't buy me and 
long After the glitter fades I will still be here you said If anyone falls in love it will 
be done to us most of all I have to know when I can see you again because I 
can't wait yes I know you though we've been out of touch...

...this is a collaboration of written words inspired by
Stevie Nicks...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

making It great in 2008 (part19): Just Do It

to make It great in 2008 just do it
just make sure that you're in sync with the Holy Spirit
as you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you
for as long as you're in Christ there's nothing you cannot do

when I think about the presidential election of 2008
I realize that a historical event is now taking place
an African-American man has won a major party nomination
for the very first time in the history of this democratic nation
but in order for him to take that seat
there is one task as voters we must complete
just do it, just do it and stop all the talk
stop the criticizing and player hating and just walk the walk
walk up to that voting booth and make a conscious choice
for the voting booth is the only place where the government hears your voice

when I think about those words written by the apostle Paul
in jail and at the end of his life's long haul
in a dank dark cell he inked those encouraging words
about what it takes as a Christian for one to be heard
just do it, just do it find your joy in Christ
just do it, just do it just make sure you do it right

for there is no substitute for the authority of experience
you must actually live through it to serve the sentence
you can read about it, you can goggle it, you can even say that you understand
but it's like having a baby it must be experienced by one's own hands
to know that in you there has been a major change
to know first hand that your spirit has been rearranged
to know that the Lord has bestowed upon you His grace
to know from your past that a change in you has taken place
for mole hills can become mountains, big can become small
minors can become majors and short can become tall
to experience for yourself being a part of the body of Christ
to understand that a spiritual change has come into your life
to know and believe there's nothing that you can't do
for the Holy Spirit of the Lord Christ now abides in you

I say this to the Democartic Nominee, Senator Barak Obama
you will be the next president in spite of all the Republicans drama
you're destined to do great things through Christ who strengthens you
so don't worry about John and Sarah for there's nothing that they can do
it's not just a coincidence that on the very day that you were appointed
it was 45 years since Dr. King gave a speech that was so anointed
so make It great in 2008 just do it but do it correct
bring about a change to America thus earning the people's respect


Details | I do not know? | |

Slave Of Poetry

phrases whipped
feelings Pen"man"Shipped 
from Continental African Minds, 
to AmeriCaribbean Paper Colonies
i am a Slave of Poetry

toiling under hot shining scrutiny
in boundless green feelings
i am a Slave of Poetry

shackled in the dark
dark corners of my mind
malnourished of inspiration
i am a Slave of Poetry

escape this
critics hounding my heels
"massa" hunting me down
how many more till 
i can write my freedom
become a Poet
no longer a Slave of Poetry


Details | Verse | |

Hushed

The air engulfed by unspoken politeness
Now-balanced indifference--
and reconciliation softly touched the soul


Details | Free verse | |

My Poet




Spun words of eons
surpassing the flesh.
Blistering images of ancient
masterful verses of soul.
You speak to me of jewels
gems that touch deep my soul.
You mesmerize in visions
speaking of laced words that
have bound my heart to
you.
~
Voyages you have traveled 
with me.
To mystic ports of cannons 
artistic forge and gardens 
of delight.
In flight of your verses 
on gentle
golden tipped wings oh how
my heart sings.
Poet you have gathered heavens
stars as flowers in all their 
glowing
powers.
~
Words of healing balm reach
me deep where my scars
leave depth in my soul .
Each verse you speak smooths
the balm of healing till they
fade away making me 
whole.
~
Nothing in this world holds 
that
precious place in my heart
Poet than your words.
Muse of Poet light you
set this poetess in verse
by your musings.

This is a dedication poem to my poet.


Details | Ballad | |

Who Guides This Hand?

grave, grave
cold and grey
awaiting my bones
to rest some day

forlorn faces
at graveside weep
unaware- I am not asleep
I stand among you
unseen, for sure
but my life-force continues,
it does endure

the impressions I have left-
will fade fast with time-
they always do
but you're not alone-
I'm always there with you

the words are written
by those unseen hands
only they can jot
these penciled words
for I have not...

Hand guided by those
long since gone
admidst the mists of time-
forlorn

for they are not upon
one's mind. alas, no more,
their death, their stillness
of this I'm sure

these penciled words
they call out to you
for a moments reflection,
you know that they do

to mourn, to cherish
to remember oh, so well
I know not more I must go on
I must endure

this pain of seperation now
someday will surely fade
of this I trust-
as surely as my bones-
shall one day turn to dust.


Details | Rhyme | |

Take That!

You say these things that get deep within
Assuming control of my mind and heart
Like feathers tickling the surface of my skin
With tingling sensations, my dreams then start

Reality fades to the background of thought
Dreams surface, coming into such a clear view
I’m ready and waiting to use all you have taught
What works on me, will now be worked on you

Be ready, oh dear one, for I am ready to burst
I hope you are ready, but regardless, you better be
It is you, who now, will hunger and thirst
While the pupil will be you, the teacher will be me

Aha, sit back, now how does that really feel?
I hope I can do to you what you always do to me
When you read my words, dreams will then seem real
The images within, will be all that you will see


Details | Free verse | |

Tomorrow

Aspiring
We dream, hope
In love we cherish
Hoping to find happiness
Thinking its out there
Always searching, yearning
Too many never realize 
it is in the “here and now”
Dreaming and wishes
For something else
Longing for what will be 
Always thinking about, 
 when it will come
Rarely appreciating 
It is here now 
The dream  has come
We just forget to appreciate it
Living our lives waiting for Friday’s
Or this date, or when we accomplish that

Always waiting, wondering 
for our ship of dreams
On tomorrow’s ship that is always sailing
Scheming for the boat, often losing hope
not realizing 
ITS TODAY
Not living the dream 
 life is our dream
of appreciation of what we have
And making the best of it
Not lusting for what will be
Or another’s something
Its being something
Making yourself someone
Today
It’s a smile, a gesture
A joke
It’s not the hope
Of tomorrow
Its living our dream today
appreciating
Today every day
 all it brings
Tomorrows anticipation
Of it never comes!
And when it does
Too many find they are still
Hoping, dreaming of nothing 
But
Tomorrow
Not living today!



Details | Free verse | |

The Eyes of Poetry

Lo! Your eyes peek… 
through me and its glow engulfs weary soul, 
not diversifying the moral, of my being 
but instead guiding me to understand the essence 
of time, the truest meaning of my existence 
that I’m seeing more of life, than death now, ‘cos new breathe 
of hope commands the air, bringing into me good tidings…

Just like you said, 
“What’s mine is mine,” your vision
of my recreation---I see, as clear 
as the eyes of your poetry, peeking through me!



Details | Free verse | |

Your Talents

Each word flows melodically 
as if in one breath it floats 
and the sentiment 
is so clear 
that the eyes 
actually focus 
on the very thoughts 
conveyed through the words. 
No greater talent is there 
than to share feelings and emotions 
in such a way 
that makes the reader feel 
as if you speak directly to them,
 drawing them into 
your world of dreams, wonder and splendor. 
May the talent 
that lies within you 
shine like the morning sun 
in a perpetual cycle of revelation, 
thereby giving all 
the opportunity to smile 
over and over again. 


Details | Quatrain | |

To The Poets Before Me

I have read a few authors within my days
some, of which, you may all know.
I hope to share them with you all
to help your knowledge grow.

Many an author has crossed my path
like Elliott, Bronte and Frost.
Each possessing their own style;
in their writings, you’d be lost.

There are others, too, that you may know
like Seuss or Sandburg or Donne.
For any author, that you select,
will surely compliment the sun.

Reading their works will brighten your day
through fear, making you laugh or cry.
Some of their poems may make you sad
and some will help you to fly.

All of their works, you should all read
so you can learn from the very best.
Then writing your words of poetry and prose
will separate you from the rest.

Read Tennyson and Whitman,
as they both knew the power of their quills.
As will Poe, Millay and Dickinson
give you romance, thought and thrills.

There’s Browning and Burns and Marlowe, too.
There’s Hood and Kilmer and Joyce.
Read Blake and Swift and Wordsworth, too.
It is just a matter of choice.

Whatever the preference, whatever your wants,
read some or all of their lines.
For a poem by one of the poets above
is a poem that’s finer than fine.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my lesson today,
you can now appreciate the art.
For one day a book, you may pick up,
will be written by M Degenhardt.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Thoughts, Comments

From a sleepy mind, unable to sleep...
These words I do feel deep...
The Soup has become my
number one family
One I spend my time with great joy,
I hope I don't too often annoy...
But that's what ya get,
When ya read a dumb goy...

Seriously (or as close as I can get)- to Christy- I am so glad you love the Shivaree 
song- it was on the ending soundtrack to Kill Bill II.  I first heard of it on a great 
NYC college radio station, WFUV, from Fordham University...I was driving when I 
first heard it, and nearly crashed!  I was awestruck, and haunted...I ordered the 
CD from Amazon (you can get anything there!)...and have heard it many times.  I 
have not been able to "get into" most of the other songs, because if you put a 
Picasso next to the Mona Lisa, you can't really judge.  I have trouble lately getting 
a continuous clean video (on You Tube, same as you)- and hope there is a video 
available from Amazon, but haven't checked it out yet.  
To my precious Shar, you are so sweet, and easily the most popular poet on the 
soup (well deserved)- I often get so wrapped up in writing, I have to train myself 
to read more- And I've been trying...ever amazed by the talent I read, there is not 
enough time in the day...and the reading is so pleasureable, it ought to be taxed!
(oops, none of us want that, it was a pun..."Monty Python"...the parrot sketch),
what a joy to have this great library to enjoy for years to come...And Christy, why'd 
ya' send the racoon here?- He just left and I had to join "The Racoon Club" to get 
him to go...Ya'll great, and I still got an hour or three left in me...


Details | I do not know? | |

My Soul Rejoices In The Lord Everyday

(Swap Quatrain) 


My heart everyday, in the Lord rejoices too 
Because without Him, I wouldn't last a day 
God wants all the time, to walk with me 
In the Lord rejoices too, my heart everyday 

Every morning when the sun glows, I open my eyes 
And send all my praises to God above high 
The Lord wipes all my tears away, yes, I know 
I open my eyes, every morning when the sun glows 

It doesn't matter to God and that's so, what in the past I've done 
Jesus forgives me when I repent and then my sins are just gone 
God is my loving Dad, and yes that in my heart I already know 
What in the past I've done, it doesn't matter to God and that's so! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2008 


November,29,2008 


Details | Free verse | |

Consider

Oh great hand of fate
What have you dealt me?
I sit here waiting, watching,
Reading the many words of others,
Dreaming of places, people, loves,
New relationships and so much more.
This poet’s heart may be shared
But yet it still beats and can certainly
Feel pain through the many pangs
It now endures.
Fate, be not a master despised,
But encourage and respect the hearts
Of us all to reach through our words
With honesty and emotion.
Be kind on us and let all plans
Fall upon the mercy of tomorrow
In order to bring smiles to faces
And hope to our hearts.


Details | Free verse | |

Complimenting reality

we should be realising the fates
and who is belonging in what safe place
those who build bombs around the world that should be locked up
and those who guide us to kill one another
and blindly spin in circles to direct another war
should be held down in chains
but this art of conversation is not about that
I'm not writing to lift that veil off of anyone's eyes
go ahead and fight among yourselves fools
fight in your shallow stupidity of who is better than who
because who sits on what throne when they poop
This is about a hurt being we are here to cater to
an insignificant thing that we dont realize is great
something poets
slash and tear apart
and the cynics bruise and poison
and walk away from
cornered and scared
and no one realizes that this being named reality
truly has a heart

so stop for a second
put all your poisoned prayers
and two edged swords and gardens of poison ivy away
look at the green grass of fields on every side
and look at the reality we have created
that wishes she could run away from the babysitter we are
shame shame shame shame
drop your seeds of deceit
and zodiacs that are arts of war
and protests of cartoons
that complain about everything
as we gripe and complain about how horrible everything is
and look at reality
The child we are here to babysit
is it his or her birthday?

not saying 
put your rose colored glasses on
shove down another bunch of lies
that would make the poisoned angels who fell from the heavens
on gods birthday party of infinity proud
but see the truth for a second and understand that this being
this essence
this center of everything
of delusion and magic
of emotion and experience
of religion and confusion
of what we are living needs four compliments
and it is time we hand them out

How do you explain reality to itself?
this being....boy or girl?
this esoteric seed we all lock away, trash talk
right in front of its face?
is mystery a compliment?
Is blessing the truth?
Is life lesson enigma of endless riddles and understanding
closer to revelation?
and just what would you do
if you could understand all the pain this being felt
all the confusion?
at all those particular times it chose to stay with you or leave
and why?

can you give reality a compliment?
and can we see whose got it wrapped around his finger
sending her off to battlegrounds and wars through delusions
and terror to save him or herself?
as a babysitter
can we keep reality together?


Details | Free verse | |

Poetry awareness

It’s National poetry month
I’m glad someone noticed us I profess
So here we toil at our computers 
they should be reporting us not the shooters 
Thousands upon thousands of writers should unite 
to keep going and never give up this fight
Make people see it’s not all that hard 
to sit down and read it, like a giant card 

Many a people have told me so 
They don’t like poetry to read on their own
they’d rather someone read it to them they groan  
So for heavens sake lets stand up and give it a shake 
Dust off those mikes and open a barren room 
Line up the chairs gets out the broom  
Make poetry speak loud and clear 
Lets all stand up and appear 



Details | Free verse | |

First Poem


Blessed is me, for I’m 
Looking, O yes looking 
Forward to this pinker
 
Poem, not of the pasts 

...but of today...

For the very first time 
In a hopeless, vile life 
Of my yesteryears, I am 

Now braving all the odds 

...that’s to come... 

And to all my sufferings 
And great pain that I got 
Upon knowing you, my dear

Ahh, my very first poem

...of total freedom...!


Details | I do not know? | |

Zophrenia

I am sitting at my desk, 
where are you where have you gone, 
are you coming back? 
words my sweet words, 
they make me strong, 
Tara’s theme again in my head,
 how can I sing my song?

Oh hello , why is your head held low, 
it need not be you know,
 I am alright, 
forgot my meds last night, 
and who is this your doggie Fred, 
strange you two are? 
you know you are not allowed in here,
 the sign says no horses and no dogs allowed.
 I know I know but you must go, 
not to worry about me.
 I have my words my words set me free.
In them I can say what I want, 
what I am feeling too.
 I know she keeps reminding me, 
”take your meds and the others before bed, too”

But taking them I lose my words,
 then you are gone. 
And I am left all alone.

EXHALE


Details | Rhyme | |

Just Write

Just write they say
Of a bio or an article
Poetry is just a hobby
Nothing short of a miracle

Just write your essays
As you’ve always done
They say they like my poetry
But it’s merely just for fun

Just write your diary entries
Continue to nourish your mind
Your poetry is cute my dear
But it’s simply silly rhymes

Just write they say
And that’s just what I’ll do
They blindly see the purpose
And the power of a poetry debut 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


Details | I do not know? | |

A New Superhero

By day, a poet who writes 
By evening, one who fights
For the good of all, the protector of the weak.

Stay on rooftops, many stories high
Descend to the ground, from the sky
If evil is there, it will be that, I will be sure to seek

There! A maiden in distress!
Evil, ripping at her dress.
Here I go to save her and send him far away.

Upon the ground, at this hour
Evil, defeated by my power
This beautiful maiden has chance for a better day.

Her smile, she gave gratefully
She could not stop thanking me
For this act of kindness, I had chosen to do.

“It was nothing, ma’am”, I surely said
Now that evil was defeated and has fled
“Just remember, I’ll always be watching out for you”


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Value

Do not hold your words inside
for they must be said, proclaimed or written!
Let them flow from you like wine into a cup.
Let them be your strength and a rock for others, too.
Let your words ring out like music to the ear.
Let them go forth and lead others to change.
Let them be there to fulfill promises
and let them be words of love, for those unloved.
A few words can lift a person’s spirit
to a height not seen by the human eye,
so tomorrow, just say a few kind words.
Let others know you care by capturing their truths
in detail and revealing yourself back to them.
Let the world know you’re alive by what you say.
Lastly, you, with talent and even without,
speak up, as I’ve found
words mean something to somebody
and are therefore treasured and valuable.


Details | Free verse | |

Words

I found comfort in the embrace of words
As they held my attention and self tightly
I felt loved, warm and ever so respected
That I came back here, daily and nightly

These words fit me as a new coat or shirt
Comforting me totally, as if in a dream
I felt protected, sure of myself, endeared
I felt all this for discovering their meaning

Words by friends may be just words to you
But to me they are a covenant, so true
They become an eternal pact, like the rainbow
Leaving me so happy, instead of so blue

As, I promise when giving my words to you
To fill them with heart, to give you my all
As you promise the same, I take then at will
For all words then shared, keep us enthralled


Details | Personification | |

Free

All these words I read
their power
Like a forest fire or a river wild
pure power is in their hands
These words I read
their freedom
Like a child's laughter or a sparrow flying
the world is in their hands
The words I read
hold in their hands
my ability to be free


Details | Free verse | |

My world

No one knows who I am,
A shadow that creeps across your world
Barely noticed am I
People's eyes pass me by,
to go to the beautiful,
or the unusual,
The few that know of me,
rarely know me,
they call themselves friends,
but they are merely acquaintances,
I hold no secrets that I am unwilling to bare.
I am more then I seem but less then I imagine.
My world is my words. I am all there.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

To All Soupmates

In an effort to get our beloved Ruby Metzger back- I suggest each of you send a 
card or note addressed to her, care of me, and I will send the whole batch to her- 
who knows, maybe another "Miracle On thirty-forth Street"?

Mail to ; Tom Bell 95 New Hackenck Rd., Wappinger Falls, N.Y. Cell Block 24
I will mail them all to her on the last day of Feb.  Remember, her birthday is 2/14.
Tell all your other Soup buddies, please!!  Thank you, tom.

PS- Zip is 12590-1730


Details | Quatrain | |

Weathered and Worn

Upon the shelf, above the door
With dust and age upon the text
The book, it sat, with readers, naught
With dreams of eyes upon it, yet

The binding, tight, it’s never torn
The leather, smooth, yet worn with age
The white within is yellowed, worn
And risks a tear, when turn the page

Alive, it seems, it screams its verse
Calling out to many, who dare to hear
Alas, without eyes, it’s set with curse
Yet, keeps hopes alive year after year

Perhaps a mind set there for words
Or interested hearts, set there in love
Will find the book, then read its verse
Be thankful then for looking above

Then the book, there, penned with heart
Will have shared its many words, its thoughts
Perhaps a life will change, then start
To appreciate their lives, all then taught


Details | Romanticism | |

Lost and found

Never would've thought in my younger years
I would be here now with all these damn tears
Tears that seem to continually fall like a hard rain
Why does love cause anyone to be in such lonely pain
In my childhood dreams I believed I'd find love with no strings and no games
Thought someone would love me just the same
I foreseen my life being pure bliss
I never foreseen my life as this
how was I to know in my past
That up to now I would never find love to last
Wanted to be a wife and mother and do my part
Instead I find myself alone trying to make yet another new start
Isn't funny how love can grab on to your soul
Make you lose yourself and not quite have control
Love can take hold of your heart
And if you don't watch out sometimes it can tear you apart
Not saying it happens every time or to everyone
But sadly it really does happen to some
Be careful remember lead with not your heart but your mind
You life as you know it is not always so kind
Don't keep turning a blind eye
If he's leaving you all the time
With nothing to do but have tears to cry
Get to really know and understand him from the inside
Telling him how I feel I have began
I have a long way to go 
And more to say
But for me words only come easy when writing them on this page
I need to for surely tell him and would pay all it cost
Because not telling him everything will continue to leave me feeling lost
I keep right on hoping as I look around
That one day soon I will be again found


Details | Free verse | |

Write Quick

When thoughts, they come
I pen them quick
On parchment paper
With writing stick
A quill, preferred
If bottled ink
Must write them down
Just while I think
Or else they’re lost
With mind then black
With hopes that they
One day come back


Details | Acrostic | |

An Awesome Write

Allow me the time to say to you all
Never, ever put down your own write

A poem is something that comes from the heart
With words of power, for feelings ignite
Even the best may stumble and stutter
Some may even, with words, totally misuse
Others can interpret, so don’t ever fret
My theory is that, we’re not to abuse
Everyone, yes, you all, write so very well

Words that inspire, speak of rapture, the Lord
Really, all of you, pen the most awesome verses
In styles that amaze, to not leave us bored
This, I say, you all pen really great reads
Everyone here, you just have to believe


Details | Monorhyme | |

DIFFUSED

The apex of delivery, a sign of hope
confuse not with abundance, with false scope
the errant chamber, lived to envelope
akin contrition, covets trait's develop!

Not having tried concession, lives on might,
a growing apparatus causing flight,
the bully, mediocrity, takes sight
away from undivided truth's recite!

Diffused resolve, a merit in my plight
ne'er so ~ the wrath of kingdom's would incite
to honor justice, one last fling's invite
could take my life, my honing, all my fight!

And so my courage take ~
my message . . . save from trite!


Details | I do not know? | |

Avenging Treachery

 Taking a walk, easy for some,
But not for me, I couldn’t do it
Thinking of the words,
Why did I leave them, 
I am consumed.
There is no hope for me. 
The constant haunting,
Nagging, pushing out of turn
I have to have them 
They are all I have left.
Oh my sweet wonderful love
Of my life,
Where are you, take me away from here,

Thy blazing blade, tearing, cutting,
Gnawing, at consequences, of my life. 
The torment so majestic, so horrid,
Overwhelming tyranny of my soul.
Vermin waiting for burdens to unfold, 
Their appetites enveloping 
Waiting for their nourishment,
Quell them I know not how.
Solitary doom upon me.

My words surround me now, 
I am protected at last. 
Nothing can break down the barriers,
That protect me.
Wrought words, 
A pleasant feeling of weariness abounds me.
I can sleep now, 
I have made it through another night.

EXHALE


Details | Free verse | |

Names

We look forward to new names

And expect  the known names

To click on our names

And the names of our poems.


Details | Bio | |

Unveiled

I see my past, 
Unveiled within this poem;
Written by an erratic hand---unwilling 
To cooperate with my heart’s rhythm.

I can not see the future, if there is no past.

I tried and had lived in the fast lane, but still 
Emptiness filled my brain; a grim
Hope is all I have, from my past; 
All’s gone. 

Only what is left inside of me is this poem.


Details | Free verse | |

The Educators Within

There is a voice within us all
Some don’t hear, some do
But if you listen very hard
Then they will speak to you

They speak the wisdom of the world
They help along the way
They offer words when times are tough
Upon those darkened days

Some speak sweet, some are strong
Some can be quite mean
Though, try to listen when they speak
They’re a lot more than they seem

Do not suppress them, for they’ll die
To never again return
Keep them going, listen long
They teach a lot, so learn


Details | Rhyme | |

Inspiration from Miss Linda

You crack me up ,
Never let me down,
Some even say ,
You act like a clown.

Whenever you are around,
People carry on,
There can be no frown.

Now I don’t know,
If all that’s true, 
But I wanted to write ,
And give a big thank you.

Once and for all,
But not in the least,
You did not stall,
Or get eaten by the beast.

Where oh where do I go from here?
What oh what do we have to fear?

I know not ,
For I just write.
Bet Miss Linda Ann.
Would love flying a kite,

But who knows,
Could this be right?
Stay on your toes,
It’s almost midnight.

So time to stop,
And get to bed,
Have sweet dreams,
With sugar plums in your head.

One more thing, 
Before I go. 
Thank you miss Linda,
You inspired me, you know.


Details | Free verse | |

It's not what, but how

It's not what someone said
But how it made you feel

It's not what you have achieved
But how you succeeded

It's not what you own
But how you obtained it

It's not what you dream
But how to make them come true

It's not what memories you have
But how many more to come

It's not what made you fall in love
It's how to keep the love alive


Details | Free verse | |

My Gift My Dream

Calloused hands transfer into formed stanzas on paper-
That which cannot be expressed otherwise,
Never frustrated,
Always flowing,
The words from my mind,
I wish to one day-
See them in print.


Details | Free verse | |

All I Need

All I need is eternal peace to make it from these dangerous streets
a woman who I can trust cause wit relationships I fell in love way too deep
I put that woman before God and now I'm paying the price 
but really I ain't trippin because I'm allowed a chance to make things right
question? if life was a dice game could I have the right to complain
roll double 6's on ya come out game over nothin has changed 
what am I gettin at? being in prison should be a wake up call
cause I refuse to be locked down again behind them walls
I'm sanctified with a gift I didn't even want but look how it changed me 
I love it I can't even stunt
All I needed was one reason to trust and follow the living word
God's amazing grace has more soaring higher than the birds
the desires of my heart is to hear his voice
with every soul that comes to Jesus
I hear the angels in Heaven rejoice
I'm persuaded now than ever to follow my heavenly father
even if I'm persecuted for the gospel 
and things get harder & harder


Details | Free verse | |

I'm Thankful

I'm thankful Lord for you still keeping me here
for you saving my soul I no longer have to live in fear
I'm no longer ashamed to praise your righteous holy name
ever since you came into my life I knew I wouldn't be the same
I'm thankful for my bad times I'm thankful for the good
I wouldn't give away what you blessed me with even if I could
you've given me the strength to make it threw it threw each day
I won't complain if someone wrongs me cause you said
VENGEANCE IS MINE I WILL REPAY
I'm thankful in all things both negatives and positives
your son Jesus showed me how I should live
I'm just thankful O Lord with what you blessed me with
you gave me eternal life & blessed me with a lyrical gift
I come to your throne to praise & honor your greatness
you've given me a loving heart & taught me to be patient
if I ever needed a reason to follow you I now believe
cause when I called on your name you set me free
I cry out to you O Lord from this poem of choice
you called out, I answered, I recognize ya voice
I can't thank you enough for you unconditional love
but I give thanks to you now for this heavenly
gift you gave me from above