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Why must I Cry

   I come to the garden along, while the dew is still fresh
on the meadows. Early in the morning do the bird's sing
praises of roses and peddles.  I cry, because there is no
refuge finally from the pain.  
    Yet long ago, a child was born, to become king, and yes
there is hope, just for believing in his name. Where is this King!
when I'm hurting and alone? He's just a prayer away, don't give
up, for he's Alpha and Omega, which means, just be strong!.
So they sent me to a place, to turn my life around. I cry, be-
cause, I am somebody no longer am I bound.
     Now I know that Jesus is my refuge and no more drugs is
there for I. Thank you Lord, for the method, that's "Why Must
I Cry".


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When the Time is Right

For nearly 45 years I never spoke of  that day; the emotional pain was too great.
I simply hid it in the lining of my soul, knowing in my heart you didn’t stand
a chance with me as I stood in the rubble of my life and let you go, wrapped
in my heart with a wish and a prayer- all I had to give. And for 45 years, 
I dreamed of you and me playing in fields of daisies under blue skies as
I cried inside, wondering where you where, and if there was a part of you  
that somehow would remember me- would remember the bond we made 
in that single moment we shared together, when the nurse held you up to the
nursery window for me to see as I  stood on wobbly legs, with my trembling 
hands holding unto a pole with a dripping IV?

I prayed. Lord! How I prayed that someday, by the grace of  God, 
you’d come back to me when the time was right. 

So I lived my life. Got back up and crawled out of the rubble that was me, 
and lived with half a heart that somehow still managed to beat.

With the passing of  time, I bloomed; sometimes red, sometimes blue when I thought of all the years we could have shared as I sat and listened to family and friends 
tell me of the joyful times they shared with their children, grandchildren 
and great-grandchildren as, I  smiled and  cried inside and dreamed of you, 
and all the years of your life I  missed and, all the years I would never know. 
It was then I realized I was a very lonely soul. So, I wrote and wrote and
wrote, never suspecting for a moment that  nearly 45 years later,
you would find me through a poem I wrote for you.

I know I can never replace the mother and father who raised you, for the bonds
of time shared  are  much stronger than blood. Yet knowing what a wonderful 
women you turned out to be, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate  
and now with a daughter  of your own, is enough for me, and someday  
when the time is right for you, I hope and pray , we will meet again.

                                               ~~~~~~

                                                 Elaine George 


This is a true story.  It was through this forum ( poetrysoup ) my birth daughter found me. 



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This Poem Is Who I Am With Everybody

       This Poem Is Who I Am With Everybody.

I was told who I am, always reflects upon my friends 
and family. When I choose a friend we become one 
soul forever.This Is how I interpret my friendship.

When I choose a friend, I would shelter their names 
in my heart,after conquering their friendship.
Their secrets will register in my brain to never be exposed. 

I was told who I am always reflects upon their lives, they know
my spirit and soul will not survive without them, my consistency 
will nurture their strength to exude.
When I choose a friend, my love will never sleep or vanish,
my telepathy will wake up and sleep when they retire.

My sharing becomes an unconditional awareness of either their 
pain or happiness. They feel that I am capable of praying for 
them each night.
If they are near or far makes no difference out of love their 
shadow will send me messages in what state of mind they 
are at the moment.
 
My heart will surrender when I am needed, if they want to talk,
I will listen, if they cry I will wipe their tears, if they are hungry 
for food I will feed them, if they hunger for philosophy, I would 
share my knowledge, if they crave for silence my voice is muted,
if they are weak in health nothing will hold me back from running 
to stay next to them day and night till healing will prevail.

When I choose a friend, I was told who I am always reflects upon
their everyday living, because knowing all what I possess will be 
shared without asking, generosity progresses out of love.
Their silhouette constantly moves next to me, feeling their heart 
beat continuously to determine how to approach them.

That is why who I am always reflects upon their everyday,
knowing I analyze the word friendship as the dearest to my soul,
I have no boundaries, my tears will flow like raindrops reaching their 
window if any help is needed.
I love all my friends.


21/5/2013 Contest For SKAT. This Is Who I Am with everybody. WIN (10)


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Listen To The Unsaid

 
"Because I Love You."
 

     Because I love you
      together, we could
       sleep on our bed head to head,
          listen to the unsaid 
            light the flame without a name.
                                                    
Because I love you
together, we could 
   pretend its real
     listen to the unsaid 
        blow the snow & steal the wind.
                   
Because I love you
together, we could
   dream and scream 
      listen to the unsaid
         when resting in our nest.
                  
Because I love you
together, we could 
    watch the tide 
       listen to the unsaid
         while sitting side by side.
                  
Because I love you
together, we could
     be from the very few
           listen to the unsaid
                  as we only knew.
                        
Because I love you
together, we could
    hold hands just stand,
         listen to the unsaid
             then dance to the band.
                     
                                          I Will Always Love You
                                                     Together. 
                                                              . 2/6/2013
                                                             By. Therese Bacha


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GONE Anna Lo PH

? ...GONE... ?

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt
To lose someone you never really had,
Days can be tough and at times cruel
To much for one to bear alone..

I was hoping that you would say
If I feel that I can't hold on any longer,
You'll take my hand and we'll go through it until together.
When the time comes, that if I can't stand on my own again
And I won't need you anymore, I will let go.
I will let go, if that would make you happy..

If you're lonely and your heart feels empty, 
Just tell me and I will step inside.
But if One Day, you'll be needing that space for someone else
Don't worry and gladly I will give in my space..

Like in a painful, sad love story
It's amazing how easily to fall inlove with someone,
Who simply smiles, talks or stare at you
The only hard thing to do is to make that person fall for you.
They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far
is give me more time to think about how much I miss You..

Okay, so maybe time heals most wounds, right?
Then why does it feel like it?
The wound is getting bigger and bigger every second.
Maybe Love is just a beautiful dream, and then we wake up..

Just as they always say when somebody leaves
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness,
Instead keep your head up high and gaze for the stars.
For that is where broken hearts have been sent to heal..

What is the opposite of Two?..
...A lonely me, A lonely You...

They say relationships are like glass 
That sometimes it's better to leave them broken
Than risk hurting oneself in trying to put it back together.

Lost in my heart, lost in my mind, I'm lost in your eyes
Entire days, weeks, months, ...a blur...
Flickers of light in the darkness 
Only to be enveloped in shadow once more.
And yet within the shadows of pain
Might be the faint flicker of love once fel,t
And that could make all the darkness worthwhile
Because a single "I Love You"
Is worth more than a thousand goodbyes..

I'm tired my Beloved.. 
of chafing my heart against the want of you,
Of squeezing into little inkdrops and writing it.
Ask me why I keep on loving you
When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me.
The problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me
I can't force myself to stop loving you..

So I tell myself sometimes..
'Count the gardens by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall.
Count your life with smiles and not with tears that roll." ..

Though sometimes, these tears say all there is to say
And the scars don't ever fade away,
I am thankful that for a moment
I once met You, I once felt you look my way.
I once felt You within me, in my heart and mind
I once was happy and alive with You
I once Loved you and still Loving You... xoxo

P.S ..KYHYCYILY.. always.. ? ? ?

(re-edited letter)


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Endangered Trailblazing

Endangered Trailblazing
                                  by Odin Roark

Astride his father’s shoulders,
Like a double decker bus,
There was always what his father saw,
And the child’s gaze beyond.
They learned together
What their senses taught them of reality.

There were so many hills his father climbed,
The boy seeing what was ahead on horizons,
The father focused on firm footholds,
Following trusted forest imprints,
Relying on tradition’s habitude.

This father is long gone now.
This boy of shoulder wonderment
Has grown wise of rugged tracks
Leading to this day.

The day…

A stormy December afternoon
Staring through a digital lens
Atop a mid-town observation deck,
The boy now a man
Stares outs across a skyscraper landscape,
A winterous tundra his father never had to pioneer.

Realizing the Now of navigating
Relies little on the primitive tracks,
When plant,
Animal,
Rock,
Weather,
Parts of the undeniable whole
Determined shelter and food,
Life and death.

Wisdom,
The oft missing essence of success,
Impacts little of today’s aspiration,
Whose awareness respects not learned footprints,
Nor hardened determination
To stay true to a right direction,
Instead…

All too often
Success honors but bushwhacked obstacles,
The opportunity to conquer any and all,
The razed aside,
Inert and live,
Banished and dead,
Leaving many to query
What lens can sharpen that which isn’t there?

Today’s existence is but yesterday’s ethereal presence,
Once preceded by integritous footholds/handholds,
The resplendent oneness of nature’s vast inner-connection,
Now all but buried beneath
A stumbling culture’s duplicitous stepping stones.

Tracks lead precariously to penthouse suites
Where an eagles nest is but a Britannica reference,
A redolent library book of often ignored history
Reminding a father’s boy
Staring through glass-layered revelation
That decisions need pondering past momentary reward,
That Nature’s swirling white layering the once wilderness of discovery
May be foreshadowing avalanche forces
Unrestrained in their ability to bury man.

Pulling his eye away from the telescope,
He considers a wind gust
Lifting snow daring not to confront the ground,
Choosing instead to swirl,
To levitate with perhaps man’s exhausted currents from below,
Struggling to rise through waning memory,
Trajectories of so many devoted fathers
Trusting honest trailblazing would never disappear.

Fortunately…

Like the cyclic snows from on high,
Rising temperatures initiate their own revolution.
Endings return to beginnings
Nullifying load and weight.

Time’s undaunted sagacity knows
Once civilization’s latest aspiration expends,
Creation knows no better
Than to invent new trails,
New boys on father’s shoulders,
Tomorrow’s then and now…
Again.


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WAKE UP by Anna Lo P

"Wake up, wake up" my sleepyhead Turk
"Wake up, wake up" my dear sleeping beau
each time I do this, I am so happy
because finally I can see 
your sweet smiles, intended just for me.

Yes, your smile, smiles that make me smile
though it really wasn't there for me to see
because you're so far away, lands & seas
I just close my eyes so I can see it 
with all my heart, I believe it.

"Wake up, wake up" so i say, again & again
and that your consciousness can be regain
staying you awake I always intend to do
so you can hear me say "ILOVEYOU" so true..

..xoxo my dear "YASAMAK"


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'I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!

I've had enough
Yes enough of your childish games
I've had enough
Of your lies.and disappointments
I've had enough
Of headaches,and worries
I've had enough 
Of your disrespect
I've had enough
Of heartaches,and pains
I've had enough
Of wondering if and when you're coming home
I've had enough
Of planning a future that has no hope
I've had enough
Of waking up and finding myself alone
I've had enough
Of wishing you'll change for the better
I've had enough
Of talking,and you're not listening
I've had enough
Of dreaming this dream all alone
I've had enough
Of being the only one trying to make things work
I've had enough
Of treating you like a prince,king,or queen
then in return you treat me like I'm nothing
I've had enough
Of you're not taking me seriously
I've had enough
And I'm sick,and tied of all the drama
I've had enough
Of you falsely accusing me
I've had enough
And I can make it by myself
I'VE HAD ENOUGH 
I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!"


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The Song My Heart Sings

Each morning as my eyes awaken
A lovely song in my heart is heard
Its melody is more than enchanting
It inspires me with amazing words

How could I ever live without you
Lord, why would I ever turn away
From your spirits song of deep love
Which within my heart simply stays

I deeply breathe your perfect harmony 
Accepting your kiss of a love divine
Happiness paints my world beautifully
Since your wonderful gift became mine

Lord, I will always let the world know
How truly blessed my life really is
From that very first perfect moment
As you spoke to me the words I forgive

All that I thought would not be possible
Suddenly in an instant became very true
As my heart humbly responded joyfully 
How much in life I really needed you

I will seek new ways each morning
To happily lift up your name in praise
Thanking you for making love a reality
As a treasured blessing which now stays.


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Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


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The Harvest Of The Seed


  
  Each field is barren white with snow, 
around me blind, they know.
I see.
Darkness brings the haze of dawn, 
how many must it show.

While many miles of web it's barb, 
my flesh, 
it tastes and grows.

Bringing home the wheat, 
ground white, 
and powdered souls, 
spread open far and wide.

Touching only youth, 
not men, 
Each gem from stone, 
pours out and lost our seed it keeps.
No more.


j.McC. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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Poiesis on poetry

Inception of poise anon-times.) And burgeoning..! 

"Plays" of & to; each entered instance...

To posterity through eternal inference..!



Copyright 20 12 2011 Joe Maverick..


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Gertrude -- Gertie -- Gertrude Stein

-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude.What Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what
thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse?Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then in Godiva seated. Looming.Enormous.
Looming enormous.Unsinister presence. Certain presence.Definite.Definitely not sinister.  Positively looming;enormous in brown.Brown,in brown corduroy,driving Paris.
In Paris,through Paris.Looming high in Paris in Godiva.With Alice, quiet beside her.
Quiet; always, Alice.Alice always. And zipping, about -- coming to Rue de Fleurus 27.
Zipping to Rue de Fleurus.To 27. And Alice so able.Able Alice, each a.m. transcribing.Able Alice typing.Automatic Gertrude.Typing Gertrude.Great Gertrude.GeniusGertrude.Talking Gertrude.Genius talking.Great brown Gertrude;Gertie to Alice.
Absorbing, talking, buying art --- buying Matisse.Absorbing Matisse.Showing Matisse.Banishing Matisse.Selling Matisse,collecting Picasso.Great Gertrude -- genius Gertrude at court, holding court at Rue de Fleurus 27.And Leo.Gone Leo.No Leo at Rue de
Fleurus.Not at 27 After Leo, after Mr. Stein, after brother Leo.But there was Alice.Alice
was there Among Braques.And Cezanne.(Not Matisse.)No longer Matisse, but Picasso.And Picassos, Picassos, Picassos!And Alice; alongside, was Alice.Next to, was Alice.Alice
next Gertrude,Gertie, G. --- Gertrude, Miss Stein. Genius Gertrude Stein Quiet Alice
always.And a great Gertrude.A great brown Gertrude.A leviathan. A passing ship; a
great leviathan.Gertie, a genius.A hugeness.A shibboleth.But to Alice, just Gertie.


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Our Endured Love

                                ~Our Endured Love ~
                      
Today and yesterday I am who I am not asking myself during 
my life lived with you,how many times have I lost my energy 
morally and physically, my answer everyday every minute every 
second Why? 
That was the only way to search for solutions, discover a road 
that would prevent us from getting lost again, I ask to allow 
your soul remain generous protect me and my heart, walk together 
face the sunshine, and seal our lips,
with a kiss. 
             
Give me the whole of you, allow my body never to sleep, awaken 
my instinct, allow the nights remain young, before our time is 
over, I cant loose you,  I prefer to burn alive, your power saves 
me, your eyes when inflame they light our candle, and puts off its 
flame with your tears, because I love you, 

I am willing to vanish, leave my dead body as a gift to be free 
from that pain, stare into my eyes, find me attractive, don't 
break my heart, my life feels ignored when years ago it was 
your treasure. 

Today I do not know who I am without you, feelings abandoned 
me, I prefer to live with my pain, my soul wouldn't want life without 
love in it, which belonged long,
before to you.

We looked at our teary eyes for hours, we needed not to talk, just
hold each other for years to come, as we both cannot live without 
one another, that is the power,
of our love.
                              
He took me outside held my face into his strong hands, turned towards 
the sun, and kissed my boiling lips. We both melted into each others 
arms, kissing under the sunshine, I was marked by a strong reaction 
towards romance.
Pulling from his pocket a letter gave it to me still holding me tight 
he said,this is my answer to you, please read it.

To My Woman:
You have been very patient because you know how much I love you. 
But in the past year I was living in the darkness within me unable to 
forgive myself of feeling lonely,even if we were together,I was hiding 
under my hood blaming myself of not working hard enough to support 
you mentally,I felt I was not good enough for you as a husband,today 
I promise you to bond our relationship with hardly no obstacles.

Our humor will be included,communicating,understanding,giving,loving 
all those together will allow our solid marriage to evolve no matter what 
were and what is and what will become. The circumstances of such a 
future nothing will be allowed to shake it anymore I promise you that.

When I am with you,we will feel we will heal to seal our love we sleep 
we dream we wake up we kiss we hug the bed is warm to sleep our 
bodies heat cannot resist to shelter our hands from that heat when 
burning lips utter whispers on fire our bodies under the sheets has 
too much love. Oh come my love let us share our love like never 
before your bodies smell awakens all my existence when 
I am with you.

I ran to the bedroom undressed to put on a beautiful sheer night gown 
to show him who I am in body and soul both so young our bodies were 
crying out begging each other to embrace to share the compassion 
through love making yearning for his lips his touch his eyes his voice whispering how much he loves me I was feeling a woman climbing 
higher than expected if this is love I am a woman in love.

We lived till old age and never 
did we not kiss under the sunshine.

Therese Bacha     
5/8/13
                                                                               
                         


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A Portrait

                         ~A Portrait ~

A mother feels that her life resembles
 to an unpretentious painting 
hanging on the wall in her residency,
it projects nothing except 
emptiness,stagnant,old,
no ocean with the seagulls 
flying on top humming 
happy sounds to express 
how much they love their liberty.

That portrait is dark lifeless 
when she is far from her children,
the sun doesn't like to wake up,
there are no tourists walking 
on that beach,even the waves 
are stuck they do not have 
the energy to move and splash 
on the shore.

The crabs don't come out 
to breath from underground 
as it feels lifeless,the moon 
changes its course not to be
 seen in there and is not ready 
to shed any lights to avoid 
this obscurity,even the fish 
are sleeping dizzy without food 
due to their sadness 
with all their surroundings,
nothing is alive, and knows 
she is stuck for a while 
with this painting having to 
look as is and accept it.

Until she lands and sees her children
 holding a bouquet of roses,
then the painting starts breathing,
everything awakes,sleeping or dead
 come to life, the waves splash 
on the shore,the seagulls fly 
and the melody is beautiful, 
the sun peeps looking so happy 
and clear,the crabs start popping 
up crawl with pride,the tourists 
stride with huge smiles,lovers 
holding hands, kissing love is happiness,
later the fish cant stop swimming 
from one place to the other 
searching for their breakfast,
later on the rainbow appears 
as a surprise the sun will leave 
and the moon will take its place
 to shine from above on everybody
 in that portrait,now she could start
 looking at it because its alive 
it becomes the most beautiful portrait.

She was one of the most beautiful 
women when she turned 32 after 
11 years of marriage with 2 children 
young boys she would walk in 
the streets with them everybody 
would turn and double look at her.

In that portrait she is wearing one 
of her black & white Chanel suit holding a 
champagne glass in her hand standing
 on the sand an everlasting peaceful look,
sometimes she wears her hair up 
with pearls to hold them firmly,
the white and black earrings from Chanel,
always has make up with such elegance, 
she has a small nose everybody admires
 and envies her,she has green eyes beautiful,
very sexy lips as she knows how to dress
 up her lips a brown contour and a light 
pink lipstick,her body is gorgeous 
tall & slim now she's admiring 
her living portrait.

She sees beauty and sharing only
 with her children when she feels young
 & has a wide image of describing
 this same painting which is hanging on her wall. 
When she goes back home she becomes blind 
only by looking at it with no tomorrow 
except her sitting on the couch 
watching TV or writing poetry.

Most of the time shedding 
tears of fear and loneliness. 
But when she leaves home 
to join the outside world,
everybody thinks she's doing great,
looking good with her make up,
after all those years of being 
separated she knows
how to camouflage her pain
 in the presence of strangers.

All what she asks for,
is listen to her sons voices
 whispering her name.
Voices,through a wire for years. 
Today,I am that woman of 76 years old.


Therese Bacha
  5/7/2013     Win No (7)


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You're such a lovely cyclone

Hey girl!
I love the way you whirl, 
and swirl,
so deep inside my heart.
you're such a lovely cyclone as you tear my mind apart.
seething lava in my veins,
tsunami in my breast,
a hurricane that's gone insane,
an earthquake that won't rest.
your tremors how they move me,
I simply can't resist,
so I sprout wings, sweet golden things,
and fly into your kiss.

http://lovestruehome.com/


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DAMAGED MY TRUE LOVE

written 17th Sept 2013



When it comes to love, I AM poisonous
 don't let me curse another, leave me loveless

For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart
 my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start

Please find help to set your heart free
 trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily 

Damaged goods I told you, unrepairable
 but some how, you managed the impossible

Unlovable for my entire life
 yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife

Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear
 at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care

Please don't enter my life's pain and despair  
 you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love

I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you
 soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...




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Fear Unleashed

Shoulder less as the head of the hoodless horse men, I serener and call this portfolio ''fear unleashed'',

Minted and fresh like a sonnet of delay time, 
I smirked and crowned it face up and blind, 
It renewed as connection to you.
Panic without a distracted, I ask what is this strange feeling.
Like a rotten apple at its core, peal from inside and out backers, 
And send to its career. It's the 'Scented of News”. Why do I question this cry, what sweet wine could miss this pour (poor)   of a this cup, 
Of this most conscience days off wedge and fetal, 
I ask fear to look me in the eye and tell me what do you see? 
Do you see love do you see hate tell me what do you see. 
The hungry of the blind could tell you this snore of a wound, 
The Ambition of hungry separates the food (fool)   from the hungry, 
The ability to succeed left to stump at choose of will, 
Not stepping on steel, I seek the hungry! ! !, This vision have push me toward my fears and The light doesn't fade it merge to gray, and it make me question my existing? .... (Lost) 
   
The lost, of my love once of not knowing the color of my first born, One's stir the heat in my belly,
That; scour the core of the scent of rotten apple and cure the descended with a decision? Like a literally to a clock it time to untwine, as I seek redemption green and yellow what a mixes
Of blue in the face, oh what symmetry of colors, I cry, better yet morrow in my tears to apply to the college of my choice, will it self make a dream appears, found guilty and appear I feel refresh and the hand that I have been giving. It remind to be played 
Like cards of hands how will I finish on top or stacker tip top....?

Hands to a dagger and flack jacks to a successor, will, this inflate an ego of a strange memo left to be babbling, I guess I caught the Saddle.
Maid to captivity these here days, this here bless it day! Is the day I apply to college and will forever be know? To; be as “Fear Unleashed”.


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THE SWEET SCENT OF TIMELESSNESS

Trapped in a perfect world, what does time 
mean?  Wait, nothing is permanent in this
wicked world.

Stay or go.  Which way did you decide?
Is that your hand reaching out to me,
Shall I grab your wrist; wait, this is fine.

The sweet scent of timelessness circles
over my head spinning me heedless.
Moods float keeping my goodness in
place;  there, now I can see your face
floating on the canvas circled with a
brush in all the grand colors.

The thrush of ochre, gray and sand.
Tips of green highlight the tops of
trees sitting against a sky splashed
in blue hue.

I feel you there pulling my hand
spinning me around and around
through years of you and me,
burning candles from the heart,
aroma swerving through the soul.

We set apart, not going somewhere
flames burn to keep you a part of the
great mountain that only you could see.

I wake in scented timelessness every day.


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ZINDAGI KA SAFAR

   ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon  Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi!  To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai 
Jis Ka Unwaan !  Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki     
 Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka 
Jis Ka Raabta !  Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood 
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri  Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
 
SHAISTA MANSOOR


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Speak To Me

In the darkness, is where the light hides

the quiet soul meditates in the silence

of his thoughts. 

Only to shine when revealed in Words;

and only comes to pass when spoken.


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Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family


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Billy

On a street long ago 
with a sidewalk and curb, 
Back when houses seemed huge, 
In a child's wide-eyed way.
 
On a screen porch, played quietly, 
As not to disturb. 
For my mother was having 
A headache that day.

All the front yards were deep, 
Nestled back from the street. 
With a walkway of concrete 
And large, shady trees. 

Every morning, I waited 
to yell, then retreat, 
When the giant man walked by, 
never noticing me. 

All I knew was the little 
They let children know, 
That he lived with his mother, 
On the far side of town.
 
He was big and slumped over 
And walked very slow. 
Not a person remembered 
Him utter a word. 

As he passed by our walkway, 
I readied my shout, 
Then remembered, "Play quietly", 
Mom's head hurt today.
 
I recall as he stopped, 
Slowly turning about, 
Then he started his blunderous
Footsteps my way. 

I was puzzled and frozen,  
A chill up my spine. 
When he reached our front steps, 
I could hear mother say,
 
"Hello Billy", then ask 
if his mom was okay,
As she latched the screen door,
Nudging me back away. 

Mother always recounted 
What happened that day. 
And she spoke of the good heart 
That lay deep within.
 
It was only that once 
I missed shouting his way.
Billy worried, not hearing 
His four year old friend. 


Gene Bourne
08-17-14


 


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Drowning in your sacred love

your glistening crimson lips
beckon me
tantalize
so, 
I waltz into your seething passion
a sexy serenade into your luminescent mouth
liquid ecstasy
whirling 
swirling 
upon your undulating velvet tongue
frolicking in your frothy lotion
swallowed by your rainbow kiss 
drunk
lost forever in your sweet emotion
drowning in your sacred love	


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Thoughts from the Mind of a Blogger


It was a chilly morning in paradise...

Autumn was already here...

A time for strange things to happen, as it is that time of year...

She was up most of the night, doing a write....

Regarding some hubs and her series titled "Legend of Fred "

Ahh the questions she had... rolling around in her head..

Were “where were her readers, her followers “ her Hubbers...?

They had all seemed to like what she wrote in the past..

But lately her hubs were falling so fast....

She had written articles on health and life..

perhaps she had targeted too much strife...

Maybe they wanted to read about food..

But when you're not a cook, that would be kinda rude..

Oh, will wonders never cease ?

So she decided she'd get some zzzzz's

She lay in her bed, not moving at all...

but breathing quite deeply, as I saw the covers fall...

So I stretched my muscles and walked ever so slow..

So as not to wake her , then I spied her big toe..

Sticking out from the blanket..it was such a temptation..

And with me having such a" foot fixation".. however...

She needed the rest , so she can finish her quest..

I have some thoughts of my own...

that I would like to share in a poem..

And I would be happy to help her.. but..

I don’t think the world is ready for me...

as I am a BLOGGING CAT.. you see

So I will close for now...everyone have a great week...as

I'm off to seek something that has a tweak and a squeak..


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Trolling for Love

I'm floatin in a boat,
in the middle of the sea,
and I've got my trusty fishing rod with me.
I'm trolling for love, 
sweet, soft and demure,
so I cast our my line, 
and my heart is the lure.
come on precious mermaid, 
come hither sweet girl,
hop into my boat, 
and lets give it a whirl,
with our wing tips igniting, 
and our eyes brightly glowing,
deep passion pulsating, 
sweet liquid love flowing.

http://lovestruehome.com/


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Lost into a deep black hole

I was trapped
and bemused
feeling sad
and confused
a subatomic particle
lost into a deep black hole
and suddenly
you stuck in your magic telescope
and I opened up
like a flower
I shot out like a periscope
a mystical kaleidoscope
like a solar flare 
without a care
my heart exploded into a supernova
and then, 
I woke up in your constellation
a phantasmagorical revelation
so ecstatic
and divine
orgasmic 
and sublime
I'm staying here forever, 
until the end of time.


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Soul Awakening

Soul Awakening

Wrapped in your arms
My soul awakened 
From a long dark sleep
My heart is now alive
No more do I weep
My lover’s smile 
So tender and true
A sweet ray of God’s sunshine 
Lead me to you
Blissful now
Content somehow 
Where once my heart 
Was pummeled 
And pounded
No more do I fear
Love sounds
Sounded…
Love is now all that I hear
So hold me close
My darling one
With you by my side
All fear is gone….


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My Betrothed

what are we
can we be defined
what's our status
what cannot be denied
words can be spoken
and gestures give us signs
but when i say i love you 
can it be defined
we give ourselves emotions
when to laugh and when to cry
but we can't control emotions
they are like wild horses we ride
we give ourselves to pain
to feel deep inside
you cannot say it hurts
but it's harmful to your pride
pride that makes you stand 
when you feel you want to fall
pride that doesn't give up
when you give your all and all
but pride too can be broken
and make us the walking dead
an empty shell upon us
for emotions not being said

don't feel this , don't feel that
and especially don't feel love
don't feel like anything special
just might come from up above
love is just an illusion
that reason cannot tame
tell me: what it is between us,
does it have a name?
can i wish, can i pray
or even dare to hope
can i see it clearly 
if i use a microscope
if i use my feelings
will they prove me wrong
are these words meant for healing
or just another sad sad song
can't i believe in destiny
that seems to come from God
or am i just chasing a dream
and really should move on
my heart it waits for answers
that only you can give
what we have between us
will it die or will it live



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Growth in understanding the faith


Thanks to the assistance of the Eternal Holy Spirit
The understanding of both the realities 
The words of the heritage of faith 
Able to grow in the life of the Church

Through the contemplation
Study of believers who ponder things in their hearts
Is in particular theological research which deepens knowledge of revealed truth

From intimate sense of spiritual realities which believers experience
The Sacred Scriptures grow with the one who reads them

From the teaching of those who have received
Along with their right of succession in the episcopate
The sure charism of truth

It is clear therefore that
In the supremely wise arrangement of EternalGod
SSacred tradition
Sacred Scripture
And the Magisterium of the Church are so connected
Associated
That one of them cannot stand without the others
Working together
Each in its own way
Under the action of the Eternal Holy Spirit
They all contribute effectively to the salvation of souls
1122015