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Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Lyric | |

I Chose To Be A Poet

When I started my writings I didn’t know that much;
But, as I began to write, I learn to know so much.

Let’s say I knew a thing when I got featured, my poem;
I knew what rhyme is, but my heart has its own anthem.

Writing is not that easy, which made it hard to meet
All the poetic forms, if I always see, but a white sheet.

Yet, I knew that if I will try, I will lose nothing; I tried.
So I wrote this very short poem, a senryu thing: a bride.

That you took joy reading it, making me smile and proud;
The way I see myself now, I’m a poet, with a voice: loud.

If I chose to be a poet, sure I wouldn’t be in a losing end;
For a poet never lose, but certainly, wins a heart. A trend.

At least now, I know how and what to write. I learned.
I’ll be writing sonnet today, for yesterday it was tyburn.

You see, I learned a lot, through the help of my God;
And you, my love, His blessing to me when I was sad.




Details | Free verse | |

My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Limerick | |

Cheaper To Keep Her (Divorce Club)

(Haiku)- * Motive, infidelity messing with the Queen Bee's Honey*

Queen Bee sits on throne,
Bumble and drone bees as one
Sample flowers dew

------------------------

(Limerick) - *Admission of guilt leads to compensation*

Indeed this is how the story unfolds,
Pete said, "It's a poor rat with only one hole"...
Love had taught a sad lesson;
Divorce court was now in session,
Judge rules favor, Pete's pockets full of holes...

----------------------------

(Couplet) - *Take vows seriously payback often belongs to Spouse - Queen Bee*

Love said, "Pete too late you've opened your peepers"....
"Man, you should know it was cheaper to please her"!






Submitted for P.D.'s Divorce Club Contest (Haiku-Limerick-Couplet)


Details | Bio | |

Jessica McCord: Selfish Assassin

It was February 2002 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF No Way Out), that Jessica McCord and her then-husband, Jeff, killed Alan Bates and his new wife, Terra. Before their deaths, Alan "A.B." was in a custody battle against his ex-wife to have determined who'll have gotten full custody of their two daughters (born in 1990 and '92). The custody hearing might have taken place in November 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, WWF Rebellion, and WWF Survivor Series), but not until December 2001 (WWF Raw, WWF SmackDown!, and WWF Vengeance), when the lady had spent that time in jail for skipping custody hearings more than twice. It seems that Jessica had disapproved of both of her daughters having the late Terra for their step-mother. the only two things that describes Jessica McCord are selfish and a coward. She selfishly pulled both of her daughters out of their respective schools, she hid them away so that her late ex-husband couldn't gain full access to them, and/or whatever. So, the fact that Jessica McCord had used her own daughters as a pair of pawns as if she's been playing a game of chess had made the late Mr. Bates, the attorneys, and Birmingham Police officers of Birmingham, Alabama, very sick. The lady, Jessica, was afraid that the judge would grant Alan and his new wife, Terra, full custody of the girls, so she and Jeff killed them; thereby dumping both of their bodies in a burned-down car outside Atlanta, Georgia (aka Hotlanta, aka Dirty South, and aka ATL). Jessica McCord may have tried to label her late ex-husband as a bad guy, but no one bought it, not even her in-laws, the prosecutors, and the judge. She knew that she and her husband were going to get caught; they knew it. And where is Jessica McCord as of February 2003 (WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown!, and WWE No Way Out/World Wrestling Entertainment's first 'No Way Out' pay-per-view event, ever)? She's in prison, along with her then-loser husband, Jeff McCord, serving a life sentence in prison with no possibility of parole. Ms. McCord should've gotten the death penalty, but that's the way the law works. And as far as the Bates family, the entire community of Birmingham, and the two daughters are concerned, prison is exactly where they belong. Well, it looks like the ghosts of Alan and Terra Bates will be haunting the two-then McCords for life. Let's hope that the Bates sisters don't suffer the same fate their father and step-mother did. And if I see the Bates sisters in person, there's just no telling.


Details | Concrete | |

I know I can Be a Bad Man

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

I think about life, I think about my everyday strifes
I know I love you girl you the mama of my children
You already like my wife
I know I have cheated from time to time 
but you the only one who I sleep with at the end of another long night

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

I know I like to drink yet it feels like I love that alcohol
This liqour and beer is my number one downfall
If it werent so then the crazy *****in my life now I would have never saw
I would have never ended up sitting in prison for breaking the law

Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can

It's alright now though because Im back in school
I know I struggle at times but Im reframing from being another lost fool
I know it bull-*****even though many youngsters think that *****is cool
But they don't know if they been where I been and still want to do what I do


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Controlling Men: Physically, Mentally, and Verbally Abusive Men

All men (the loser boyfriends/husbands) think that it's their right to be physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward their female companions (girlfriends/wives), well they're wrong. Most guys are always beating their girlfriends/wives up every single day just because they didn't make their men dinner, do chores around the house, or whatever. It seems that these womanizing losers are way better than their women. Actually, they're not; they're idiots. Controlling these women and being physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward them don't make these Neanderthals men; they're like childish cowards. All guys think that they're the only breadwinners in their families and the women aren't. But guess what--they're not; some of them don't have jobs. And does anyone knows what gets on my nerves? Men always cheating on their girlfriends/wives with other women, getting them pregnant, and not taking care of the children they already have. And those controlling, abusive men, they're always telling their female spouses/lovers what to do, what to eat, where to look, and who to talk to. I mean, who are these womanizing losers to judge other men and to boss these women around? I mean, who does that? Everybody doesn't even know why they'd bother spending the rest of their lives with those abusive idiots. This whole saying by these controlling abusive men have been getting on everybody's nerves and my nerves, as well: "You're-not-to-speak-unless-spoken-to," this "You're-not-to-talk-to-your-family" ordeal, this whole "You're-not-to-have-guy-friends," and this whole "You need me! You're nothing without me! You have no money! You have no friends! Everything's in my name: the house, the cars, clothes, everything I own! You're useless! You're worthless! I own you for life! And you will respect me!" Where I come from, the rest of us nicer guys, we treat our women with the respect they rightfully deserve. The last time I checked, the mothers have raised their sons to treat women and other people with respect, but they now know where they've gone wrong with those womanizing clowns. My suggestion for the women is for them to leave their abusive husbands/boyfriends before it's too late because if they don't, they'll end up in the hospital or the morgue. To be honest, these women, they never should've met, let alone dated or married those abusive men to begin with. And if these abusive men think that they can control those women forever, they've got another coming.


Details | Rhyme | |

SOUP Spoonin'

Online tonite
looks like 
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"

nosin' around the comment coral
I see love 
amongst the group

yessir'...
hot Soup!
stirred 
not shaken
marriage scent in the air
no fakin'

where it leads...
we shall see
I know some 
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows 
IT AIN'T ME!~


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 | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | Romanticism | |

Loving A Bleach Blonde White Girl

Loving a bleach blonde white girl will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. My love for a white girl will always be stronger than ever. It seems that I've got real feelings for this girl. The fact that day in and day out, for the rest of my life, the only thing I want to tell this white girl is that I really love her. Looking into the eyes of this beautiful, attractive white girl is like looking at a pair of priceless gems or expensive diamonds worth $385,000. And when I look at her face, it's like looking at a beautiful angel right in the eyes. When it comes to loving a bleach blonde white girl, I want to be her black knight and shining armor. And when it comes to falling so seriously in love with a white girl, I must protect her from real danger, especially that of a bunch of womanizing jerks. Not only do I not want this beautiful white girl to go through any more drama in her life, I don't want to break her heart, either. Right now, I see this white girl as my best friend, my would-be, possible girlfriend, my future wife, and the mother of my children. If this beautiful white girl had a nicer, gentler black guy like me in her life, I promise not to ever cheat on her with any other girl, even if she's as attractive as this girl is. I don't want her beauty to go to waste. And if me and this white girl were to be together and stay as a loving couple for the rest of our lives, that would be great for the both of us.


Details | Rhyme | |

Poetry About Poetry

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


Details | I do not know? | |

CRITERIA OF THE JEWISH CANON 11022011


In the several centuries 
Before the coming of Christ
The Jews in Palestine re-examined 
Eliminated some of the books 

From existing collection
As not in harmony with the Law of Moses as 
Of doubtful inspiration
The Pharisees set up four criteria 

Which their sacred 
Books had to pass 
In order to be included 
In the revised Jewish Canon

(1)	They had to be in harmony with the Pentateuch (Torah or Law)

(2)	They had to be written before the time of Ezra

(3)	They had to be written in Hebrew

(4)	They had to have been written in Palestine


Details | Burlesque | |

sundae, as ever,

sundae, as ever, the first day of the weak, 
in tradition, an hour, or a minute of silence…
silence, as ever, suffered no fool, 
without conception, immaculate or no… 


Details | Epic | |

A Woman Scorned

There's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorn. Every woman will have known that they
will have been lied to, cheated on, and deceived by their husbands/boyfriends and will
have driven them over the edge. It seems that these men (the boyfriends/husbands) have
been taking these women (the girlfriends/wives) and what they've done for them for granted
and it's not right. It also seems that these women are not good for the guys and the women
are angry about it. Some of the guys (the husbands/boyfriends) think that other women are
way more intelligent and way more attractive than their current wives/girlfriends,
especially when these men are having multiple affairs behind the backs of their women. A
woman's scorn means that all of the ladies have had enough of being lied to, cheated on,
and being belittled by a bunch of womanizing jerks, that includes the loser boyfriends.
And for a bunch of women scorned by infidelities and lies, there's such thing as bad
karma. What these bad guys did to their women will happen to them in the near future, and
when they pass on, these womanizing fiends will meet their judgment day and God will
punish them for all of the misdeeds they've done. The men may lie to their women and they
may lie to their family members, that will have included their parents, but they can't lie
to Him. He sees everything that's going on, and the men (husbands/boyfriends) are going to
pay for what they did to their women (wives/girlfriends). And like the saying goes:
"there's no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned." These men better be really careful
around these women because if they take them for granted, there's going to be heck to pay.


Details | Rhyme | |

Saving Vernie's life

My brother saved his bride's life.
He came close to losing his wife.
Her oxygen meter would normally have registered at 100 but it registered at 10 instead.
If my brother hadn't rushed out to get a doctor, Vernie would be dead.

When an oxygen level drops that low, it's supposed to set off an alarm.
Because of that incompetent hospital, people will probably be harmed.
Rick hurried to get a doctor when Vernie started having convulsions.
When I think about that stupid hospital, I feel nothing but revulsion.

The alarm didn't work and that's pure negligence.
Taking people to that hospital makes no sense.
If Rick hadn't acted fast, Vernie would be dead and that's a fact.
Those incompetent hospital employees better clean up their act!

(THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Beauty Is In the Eye of the Beholder

Oh, was it really possible that we’d ever pen, or 
is it necessary to debate our in-sensitivities, 
the ups and downs of life, being sandwiched between
our likes and dislikes of a certain form in writing?

To a degree, of versifying, we have the so-called 
“To each his own” ability
and power to attract the readers of the mind,
to fully enjoy us, in our chosen form. 

Some would profess they dislike haiku
...’cos of its shortness and simplicity
and most likely, many would prefer free verse,
than to listen to the enchanted soul of rhyme

...’Cos of its un-metered style and absolute freedom;  
yet I, the handsome I (ahem!) do love, not prefer 
the beholder of my beauty, my beautiful wife (ahem!)---
a thousand times over, and greater than those few.

Ahh, the exquisite beauty of poetry, 
the subtle meaning half hidden 
in ones’ lines, and totally not seen in its form
but most certainly, lies in the eye of the reader.


Details | Lyric | |

Snippet


I made a stoned heart rhyme

And penned a poem of mine
 
That will make me known to all,

Soon as they perceive my soul--

I married a sleek pen to name me husband. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Nothing that I miss

I grew up on the right side
          Of the wrong side of the tracks
I hit the ground running
          With no thought of looking back
First I ran from town to town
          Then from pen to pen
Caught up in an endless game
          There is no way to win
Then on day while I was banging
          My head against the wall
I realized the only way to win
          Don’t play the game at all
Today that seems so long
          Though it was just the other day
That my beloved lab and I
          Had to go our separate ways
Some days when I’m alone
           I can hear it call
As every vein in my body
          Suddenly starts to crawl
My demons have been many
          As I walk with my ghost
Friends that I knew and loved
         Gave their lives to the host
As I look into the mirror
         At my tattoo brands
Reminders of the other day
          When I was a different man
On the right side of my chest
           Is my gangster patch
In the world of prison gangs
          B.C.G. is hard to match
A break off from the brotherhood
          It’s an assassin’s brand
And every time I look at it
          I wonder, “Am I forever damned”
I guess it’s neither hear nor there
          It simply is my past
And I beat it down everyday
         To make my future last
It’s all about “just one more day”
         One second at a time
As the battle rages on
         Up in this heart of mine
“Just one more day” has worked for me
         As I lace up my shoes
It’s been one thousand one hundred seventy one
         Since I last wore prison blues
The trials have been many
          It’s hard to conquer fate
When you do know it’s true
          Inside you do feel great
And about my crawling veins
         Just one thing to say
Once again I used my pen
         To write them away
I think now I’ll go inside
         Give my wife a kiss
Answer the question she ask of me
         Nothing of that life that I miss



Details | Free verse | |

do you lie?

lying 
is not always 
a lie
‘though the word remains a lie.

ah, believe 
me, 
my dear!

i love you! yo ti amo!
je t’aime! s’agapo!
ya tivya luvlyou! yah habibe!
ay-ayaten ka! mahal kita! 

in whatever tongue 
you hear me say, it’s all the same 
and I would not take away 
that smile, from you.

you are the half 
that lights me in this life, the 
diamond shines, forever—

without lies!


Details | Lyric | |

Three Little Words

I know those three little words
that you want to hear

I know those three little words
when I see a tear

I know those three little words
after we had a fight

I know those three little words
to say when I come home at night

I know those three little words
that you want me to say to you

I know those three little words
they are, "I love you"


Details | Free verse | |

Weight of Charm


O Poetry--- 
The sensual,
The beauty,

Ahh, the weight of charm in your lips
 
Is metered
...And criticized, yet still melts sweetly 
In my soul!  


Details | Free verse | |

Tears

Depression is conquering your mind
Your body has no action or sign
Sadness has engulfed your emotion
Your broken heart turn into dissatisfaction

You waited forever, but no one's there
you wished someone for you would care
only hope you ask is to pray
that love is forever and always stay

Your blue eyes is turning red
and teardrops you say wont be shed
that one day your love will return
You realize that your eyes begun to burn.

You pretend to smile but your still alone
Loneliness in your life is only shown
Your learned forever is not enough
You need a lover that's makes you laugh

Like a river flows from your eyes
A million tears is no surprise
I miss you, you say everyday
But crying is not okay

I need you, you said my love
But only god knows i love you from above
Until the end of time we meet again
So your tears will end








Details | I do not know? | |

This damn television

(This is a fictional poem)

I hate this damn television that my wife just bought.
When I ask people if I'm intelligent, they say I'm not.
This TV only picks up one channel and that really blows.
It only has one program that's about washing clothes.
This one show is irritating and it's starting to make me fume.
Why did my wife put this damn television in the laundry room?


Details | Free verse | |

Eye Put My Finger On IT

Eye  Put  My  FInger  On  IT 
EYE put My finger on it,eye figured it out,eye discovered it. 
But now eye am perplexed again at what eye have figured out. 
Eye thought it was the way ewe eyes light up 
write when ewe here my namme. 
Eye thought it was the way ewe sing and sway 
when ewe are all alone with me (spritually). 
Eye thought it was the way eye feel inside 
when eye here ewe say that ewe still love me. 
And eye would never own a slave but eye am slave to ewe. 
A giant question mark is sometimes deep inside of me. 
Eye put my finger on it,but just what have eye got? 
A lot of love a lot of want. 
The Future? 
L()()king forward to ewe kiss. 
While eye am righting this.


Details | Lyric | |

Poem

Once, I was a poem---
A memory of a rose, ever-watchful
Of the orb, whilst angel’s trumpet fills the air.

Oh, sometimes then, I was a sweet poem---	
The art of your heart;
‘Twas pure and simple, ‘cause that’s what I am.

The poem and I---fourteen lines
Of uncluttered life, warming the coldness of nights; 
Relentlessly, rhyming to the sound of your breath.

A sonnet of love, you proudly wrote 
Of me, but that was before… 
You lustily engaged yourself, with a free-verse.


Details | Concrete | |

Our Hearts


                                      On                 And, 
                               This                             Will
                            Blank                               Build
                            Page                                 Lives
                              Is                                     Thru
                                Two                             The
                                    Hearts,              Power
                                           In               Of
                                                  Love


Details | Free verse | |

Even Stephan

 Even Stephan     
 
 
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Even Stephan 

Even Stephan 

even-steven 

SYLLABICATION: e•ven-ste•ven 
PRONUNCIATION: 
v n-st v n 

ADJECTIVE: Informal 1. Having nothing due or owed on either side: an even-
steven transaction. 2. Having an equal score, as in a game or contest. 
ETYMOLOGY: even1 + the personal name Steven, used as rhyming slang. 

It is Even Steven ewe the gentile reader ewe knoe it to be true it is never even 
Maude or even Terry or even Sue. Even Steven means a lot of things let's see 
how people use it. To settle debts they make a way to call a liability no more an 
outstanding sufferance becomes the limited influenced disability please let me 
explain it this time in English. John owes the lady some and she decides to let it 
go as she will never see the dough and so she sidles up to John and she 
smiles as big as people do as she says John its Even Steven even in the rain 
come true and John is very happy now the debt is paid. A boy took his sister's 
purse open and a bill she does not say to him Oh Even William Even Tim. Even 
Steven says the sister of the happy little man and they can both play again 
forgiven them. Even Steven says this CharlaX unto his blessed ewe we are Even 
Steven on everything ewe dew. 
 
           
 
 
 Even Stephan 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Under A Spell


As I sit and watch the evening star
I can feel the moon touches me, from a far
Wanting to taste my Smirnoff vodka, with lime
The worn mind suddenly rhyme
Tonight, it’s on the verge, of unearthing 
A treasure, a priceless thing
Eagerness I felt as I saw my toy
Tirelessly blinking, for me, with joy
Waiting the speedy touch of my hand
While my old silvery quill-like pen 
On a white papyrus, lies, inkless
On the bedside table, of narra wood, shameless
As I begin to peruse the Latin inscription
I heard the clock chimes, with repetition
Ding…dong…ding…dong …ding…dong
The sound is like from an ancient gong
I know it’s midnight, but when I turned to look
I noticed the blue-eyed princess, still, reading the book
Of Kama Sutra, left by an old transient
From the Pearl of the Orient
When my hand found the coded key
The rhyme’s gone and the mind’s no longer free
For I became, the prisoner, of my sultry princess
Under a spell, I gave her my oriental kisses



   


Details | Free verse | |

POETS

POETS 
. 
POETS 
POETS 
Some people are just different some people are just blessed 
Some people are not better more humble than the rest of people seem 
Some people make a stab at things unseen 
A simpleton a farmer a soldier and the rest a laborer a warrior a vest 
A statesman and a teacher a lion of a man and a little baby lamb 
These poets These poets These poets of the land. 

A Doctor and a Lawyer and the Indian. 
A surveyor when he can find the time makes rhyme. 
A carpet layer and a concrete maker the least of these and them. 
A forgotten homeless in the corridor of time. 
Endless women blessed woman making rhyme. 
These Poets These Poets These Poets of the land. 

Some people have so many problems stemming from the lust. 
Some people have so many journeys starting on the dust. 
Every march of a thousand miles begins with just one step. 
Every poem written began with just one word. 
Yellow and white and black as night. 
These Poets These Poets These Poets of the land.

 
 
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Details | Free verse | |

Love Thy Word(s)!


From taunting the bee, 
I paused awhile and stared
at them, a couple. 

She was yelling at him.

Curse words of her sunk, deeply 
into his heart, yet he managed though
to smile. And while I was 

cowering in silent fear,

he approached her, like 
a grounded child and then 
kissed her.

When whirlwind subsided, finally 
their splendiferous rite continued, 
my ole spirits sung, with such relief.

“Alleluia to the heaven’s sky!”

…for I won’t be 
choosing in which cup 
I must drink.



Details | Free verse | |

The Letter Change

 The Letter Change 
The Letter Change 
 
 
 One word one entire word one letter of an entire word one letter of a word 
changes the entire meaning of a line and can change the entire meaning of a 
poem try the thing on for size oh gentle reader ewe and see if eye am write. 
When gives some idea of time when eye then changed the w to a t then it 
became then and changed the meaning of the sentence to be then to be a 
somewhat different idea the time change made it seem to be a different direction 
a different place as if it is now a change takes place and makes the poem so 
much better than just a past mistake would seem to enhance the poem just to 
make it bleed please tell no one oh precious ewe that it was accident and just 
mistaken typing and let them all think me the genius that eye am for loving ewe. 
When then the letter change. 


Details | Free verse | |

Time Condensed

Time Condensed 
Time Condensed 
Poetry    ( O ) pen 
               ( H ) eart 
Love       ( P ) oetry 
Heart     ( L ) ove 
            H  ( E ) art 
Trust      ( A ) we 
Truth TRU( S ) T       
Awe      LOV(E) OH PLEASE 
These words of love eye give to ewe in lieu of kiss. 
These words are penned instead of the 
Three thousand words of cahtter that eye would espouse 
If eye could have all of ewe time every moment of ewe day 
This is tTtime condensed. 
TRUTH is NOT left out. 
Truth equals TRUST and comes to me 
Every time eye read a poem that ewe send. 
Time Condensed. 



Details | Free verse | |

A Poet's Wife

Here I nestle, against a pillow, all by myself; 
As I wait for you, I‘ve finished watching 
A Mel Gibson film; the title 
I can’t even recall, for my attention is on you; 
Oh, something like this “what women really want?”
Anyway, does it matter to you?
I’m waiting…waiting and still waiting, 
Yet, you don’t want to come near me;
You float somewhere out there; outside this world,
Surely, where we can’t be together;
But if you heed me, on this water bed
We can share what you wanted to write;
How long should I wait?
Or, should I go ahead?
Just a good night kiss is all I ask;
Is that too much, too hard to give;
But your tapping sound is all that I hear;
Crumpled papers, too many; the light’s still bright,
Should I dim it, for you, to be more romantic?
Ah, I can’t take it any longer!
Will I be waiting here forever more?
I don’t think so, ‘cos my eyes, now sleepy;
Honey, good luck on your writing… 
And me, I will close my eyes to sleep!



Details | Romanticism | |

My Lady Conqueror


I see, the poem I wrote to you was a bit timid, 
though sweet. “I’ll love you, forever!” is what it says,
and I, the great lover, perceived, “it’s what my heart beats!”
Several times, I had fluttered the many, hanging 
around the corner of the house. Conquer them all! So, I did.
The naked ladies, the bluebells, the angels trumpet
and countless others---innocent and blooming, 
but withered in few seconds in my eager hands. 
Yet, you---O La Belle Rose De Grèce, unlike them have conquered me!




Details | Bio | |

Words from the past.

I recently read a poem from years past it told of my dark days lonely nights and 
my struggles with life, rhymes that  matched, or so I thought words that carried a 
meaning, a filling, a poem of being,
It`s so odd to hear these word out loud my thoughts, my believes, the pain that 
raged inside and the work I did to hide, lost, stoned, mad, sad, and dare I say 
scared,
In my words the world was to large, I wasn`t in charge of my life I wondered, 
roamed, ran, and faded, emotional numbness was the diagnosis a soul 
befriended by sin, a heart that let no one in, eyes not yet seeing,
I seen how words took me to a new high how phrases help clear my mind how 
the tragedy that was my life was never my doing that my cries and my prayers 
never went unheard that he was up there.
I could read how powerful I became when I  picked myself up and said no more, 
there was no reason for me to stay down to use my past to say I can`t how I took 
control of my life and found away,
I never seen this far a head a father with two great kids a loving wife from years of 
marriage, not a rag to riches story but more of a true story, a story often told by 
prison inmates drug attics or thief's,
I never used my past to kill my future, my hopes, or dreams I used it to rise from 
the ashes to fuel my desire to appreciate where I come from, what I have, to take 
time with kids and wife every day.
looking into my eyes and seeing my smile there is no tell tale of the hell I been 
through, there is no anger, no pain, no blame, I`m a man at peace a man with 
love, with great hopes, big dreams, with words of wisdom, words with meaning 
words of relief.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

I've paid for those beatings I gave you

(This is a fictional poem)

People reap what they sew for the things they do.
I've reaped what I sewed for what I did to you.
Every time I hit you, it brought you to tears.
I've paid for those beatings I gave you over the years.

When I had a stroke a few months ago, it paralyzed me for life.
I've been a horrible husband and I don't deserve to have you for a wife.
You are amazing because you've decided to stay and take care of me.
You've made your decision but most people do not agree.

I feel remorse because of what I've done before.
I don't deserve your kindness, you should walk out the door.
While I was an evil monster, you still stuck to your vows.
I'm going to do my damnedest to make it up to you somehow.