For years no time for God I had,
In a sin filled blackened heart.
Now thinking back it makes me sad,
That I gave my Lord, no part.
Now, I worship not a God afar,
In clouds that I must part.
Not one who's found just in a star,
But resides within my heart.
Copyright © Tom Wright
Surfing a mind obstructed with Cupid's arrow
was like bleeding a river that flowed upwards,
towards an angry volcano having nightmares.
A volatile internal rumble craving relief,
only in eruption.
Such was his fury with the thought
of her very existence.
Just as braving the flow of molten rock
was like telling the Tide to stay high,
so was he, Cupid's bow, on the run
trampling on a pool of teardrops
while craving an ocean to drown.
A rage surpassing the passion of hate
permeating that realm of throbbing pain
caused by a guilt scourging his very being.
As Cupid's poison in a delirious mind
denoted, the only cure was the total
deletion of the betrayed.
To her, hate or any emotion
was better than none.
He could do no wrong,
for it was Cupid with his poisoned arrow
who shot her handsome dove.
Their love was borne out of
the belly of the earth, delivered
by the demons of the underworld.
She had tasted its fury and was
scorched by its flames.
Such, could not be touched
by a misguided arrow.
Betrayal was his but a mighty
weapon she had.
Forgiveness might be divine
but her love was patient.
He would be delivered from
Cupid's poison only,
by the very knowledge of
her perpetual existence.
T M Ioane.
Copyright © Tiaua M Ioane
She was just an old lady-
Brave and sweet and sad,
She was smart and she was quick
With eyes that didn't miss a lick.
She was my patient and my elder,
And she knew that this was it--
The end of a life well lived-
Six children raised and loved and fit.
Twelve grandchildren by her bedside
With tears of love and sorrow,
"If only we could borrow
A little more time" they cried.
She touched the hands that were extended,
Looked with pride and breathed a sigh,
"I'll always be near you because I love you"
She smiled and then she died.
The end of a life well lived
Six children raised and loved and fit.
Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis
Time was when love was very near, lying there in waiting.
In dawdling youth I looked away, with heart and head debating.
The mind grew weary after while, conceding heart had won.
The heart extended welcome, but ‘twas found that love had gone.
A love that is not nourished will simply fade away.
Its steadfastness must be cared for and tended every day.
Improvident the lass or lad who holds love carelessly.
It’s rare the love that can endure rejection endlessly.
Won a 3rd
Copyright © Joyce Johnson
I do not know?
In the business of life I forgot
With the success of life I lost
Realized I not your affection
Inflicted upon you the solitary affliction
You kept open your eyes in longing
For my single glimpse you kept staring
Yet, I threw upon you thorns of pain
And you gifted me with roses of love
O the tireless lover!
Of this crazy wanderer!
With patience is your lamp lit
With my tsunami is your shore hit
Even as I dived into the ocean of Time
Your love alone turned to be the worthy pearl
Your love, showed me the paradise on earth
Your love, changed this demon to an angel
O the one maddened in my love!
O the one saddened in my love!
I swear to love you till death, but-
Pray for me even as I rest below the earth
Copyright © Mujeeb Jaihoon
This feeling is like a flame that is forever fierce,
So intense that there is nothing it cannot pierce.
The temperature rises as my heart pulses like it has never before,
The flame continues to become wild so I can't predict what's in store.
You're the smile that brightens my life when trouble takes over,
Your eyes give me the hope I need to keep me from tumbling over.
I can always count on you to have my back when I'm against the wall,
Against all odds it's your motivation that keeps me standing tall.
You are my friend...someone who I would love to share my life with,
Also my crush who's personality has stopped my heart from being stiff.
For a long time I've had an ice box that replaced where I had a heartbeat,
Ever since you came along...the Cold War in my heart has claimed defeat.
Sitting on one side of the door waiting on that special knock,
Because Patience is what I have but the girl I do not.
Anticipation haunts my dreams as possibilities of a lifestyle including you and me,
Runs my imagination over the limits causing fantasies that you and I would love to see.
I'm waiting on the day you come to me with your heart ready to let loose,
With your mind made up instead of playing duck duck goose.
We can admit we are a perfect match like the stars and the moon,
And ironically at night I pray our day comes very soon.
This fire...this flame grows stronger yet slowly each day we come in contact,
I can tell cause the burning desire we have for each other has yet to slack.
I will and can do whatever it takes to show you all men aren't the same,
Just take my hand whenever you are ready to feed this patient flame.
Copyright © Darius Knight
Footsteps echo from where you used to stand,
I've sat around just like I am still now,
That stubborn grin still tied across my face,
Hands still folded, patient and steady.
And I list the things I have not been,
And probably will never be even now,
My voice distinctly lacking any song,
Clumsy more than polite and right to say,
Here my view allows to watch the storm part,
It's burdens are past and the clouds divide,
Into smaller clusters of wisp and life,
Slowly fading into light and air and atmosphere,
Such is your sound and presence of soul,
An echo of the former that will haunt latter days,
As I see you, you're fading is held in place by hands,
Certain and sure in their warmth and grasp,
Shadows and glows define my rest and place,
Definitions and senses of reality or hope,
My joy is ironic and bittersweet bliss surrounds,
Let my chronicle be recorded, my foolish self pronounced.
The pen graces the paper with poorly constructed
Characters arranged into jumbled formations
Unpleasant to the eye and difficult to perceive
Even to the most well trained profession of sight,
These words are mine and will remain,
Although my mind is derivative of truth,
At the end of the day regardless of sun or smile,
I still wait, sitting, as is alone my fate.
Copyright © Justin Benassi
I do not know?
The Patient Pantaloon
With your dangling bells, and your trepid smile, your harlequin eyes, burn like coal
With your windy heart, and your unguided fate, beyond sheer truth, lies a lost riddle
With your sunshine oozing through your tempest mask, boulders on both shoulders
WIth your silhouette pressing from your feet to the floor, much colder each day older
With your enchanted soul, and your abstract sight, blocked by shadows, due to rue
With your tangled thoughts, and your addled love, dolefulness heavy, que the blues
With that said you live to fight another day, or fight to live, which way will you sway?
With the glass half empty, still you can sip, imagine there is nothing, not even a drip.
Copyright © Nicholas Rush
Lay in bed and my mind wanders effortlessly
To those lips, those eyes, that being
I want to be everything you have ever dreamed of
I'm dreaming of course we're not in the same solstice
I never want to admit defeat
But here I am giving up on you
I'm here when you want me
Rather it be near or far
Copyright © Taylor Woodall
I mourn for him whom I still love;
though from me Cupid's ark hath sailed,
and with it my companion-dove,
across Poseidon's mighty veil.
I yearn for not his quick return,
but only to convey my heart,
for that I know is possible,
despite that we are worlds apart.
The dew that trimmed my bloom this morn,
that seeped into my leaf's lament,
still lightly glides with sentiment
and glimmers in the evening's tint.
His Majesty restrains his breath,
and so I root upon the pier,
but not to grieve nor damp my cast,
but come to terms with what I fear.
He saw me as his fated bud,
a flower very few can pluck,
and he was dearly confident
that I would bloom with lovers' luck.
But if his gentle hand hath writhed
before that infant's feeble vow,
then who am I to ardently
await the docking of his bow?
I do so miss his charming guise,
his shielding arms about my stem.
But what of all my missive pain?
Were not those earnest words for him?
The partly broken star subsides,
the past it lit no longer here.
Perhaps I should relinquish him,
and burn away my flimsy tears.
Copyright © Michael Perriatt
Await my return
For I shall ride with the wind
On a ship of dreams
I shall come to you my love
We’ll have paradise
On earth for ever after
I am resolute
In my approach for your love
So fear not today
We shall join hands eternal
From us will spring forth, new life
Choka: epic poem 5/7/5 7/5/7 5/7/5 7/7
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt
Be patient dear God, for i know that i've sinned.
Help me straighten my life, get back to you again.
For years i've lost faith, turned my back on your will.
Used your name in vain, even wanted to kill.
I've broken commandments, and lived life in sin.
Even consorted with demons, though never again.
I've lied and i've stolen, and defiled your great name;
But you never quite left me, and you've helped me the same.
Be patient my God, for i now see the light.
I'm so tired of the darkness, help me keep up the fight.
You've looked in my heart, and you must see some good;
Or i'd have been dead years ago, as i know that i should.
Be patient great God, for i'm turning my heart.
Back to you and your love, from hence i did start.
For without you in my life, i don't stand a chance.
I've already lost everything, except my shirt and my pants.
Now i'm down at the bottom, right where i belong.
Yes, i wanted to die, although i knew it was wrong.
Then you showed me the light God, and how you really care.
So now i give up my past, on you my burdens i share.
So be patient dear God, for i've much work to do;
Getting rid of old habits, drawing closer to you.
Copyright © stanley copley
You came like an angel to brighten her life.
Invited dreams where hope was rarely found.
Fantasizing happiness free from strife.
Naivity, charming goodness unbound.
You offered a safe haven from pain’s sound.
Her trust and joy grew while esteeming you.
Her past, long loved, finally heard adieu.
In your heart, her dreams, begin to unfold.
Willing to make it work and start anew.
Patient love makes life more precious than gold.
November 15, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
My turmoils I keep stifled,
locked tight in the
sooty recesses of my psyche.
Buried deep beneath this exoskeleton,
hardened by the fire of my insecurites,
designed for the world to witness.
They lie far too deep
to be reached by the mundane.
They remain protected to the world.
They quietly reside within their cauldron,
simmering in the stew I have concocted.
Slowly, their steam rises and expands,
straining the seams of my sanity.
One small straw does rupture
the thin membrane of poise, practiced daily.
My emotions spew forth
exposing my tender, raw soul.
You soothe my gaping wounds
with your tender embrace,
letting the rampage run its' course
and you wait for my to emerge.
Copyright © linda smith
Hold softly still
while my quest
there's no exhaust
of my marvel
your rich verse
Hold softly still
‘gainst my length
while I indulge full of pride
Hold softly still
as I dry your wet
cause your strength
is in need of
Copyright © James Peranteau
While I lay here at peace
After we engaged in a lovers feast
All that we devoured
shall be showered in joy
We united in heart and soul
and enjoy each other’s companionship
So familiar, a smile
Lets stay here awhile
Wait, I hear the world go by
In what is called
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie
whirling winds of dizzying days,
losing feel of time, sight of space,
as I dash away in a daze,
everyone rushes in this race,
forward I go, backward I gaze,
and the slower I pick my pace,
the sooner I'm back to this place
where love gleams patient in your face !
Copyright © romeo naces
An anxious tryst
Copyright © jay del fierro