Where else do you want to mock me?
That my Sister is a Whore?
And she owns miserable men under her Lure?
Or is it that I have intense body Odour?
Maybe you will taunt the clothes I once wore
which you already tore.
So, what else is it? That I snore?
Or that a drunkard is my Family's Core?
Is there anything more?
Or something laughable you really saw?
Perhaps, you just realize I'm poor?
Please anymore flaw?
If you're bitter, it isn't my fault
don't use me as the Salt on your wounds.
I know, I stimulate the stretching of your Catapult
and my smile makes you want to join a Cult
Even with the Insult,
never forget that I'm mere Human
who can halt; despite not giving a damn
just to make you understand
that I'm simply a friend.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2012
Remember me (like this)…
A smile that made your heart
A word that made your
An embrace you only wanted
To be tighter
Please remember me…
Forget the frowns
Forget the pouts
Forget the downs
The angry bouts
Forget the times
I wasn’t there
Forgive me for that
Frigid stare and…
Remember me like this…
A hug whenever you
A back rub…
late at night
A place to go to
When you felt so low
A touch that felt
The provider for the family
Companion always there
Old friend and confidante
Cuddly Teddy bear
Gentle soul with good intentions
A moral man who could not lie
Humble man with no pretensions
A man you can’t forget, even if you try
A stubborn man…I’ll give you this
A simple man…tho’ a bit remiss
A man always ready
with a tender kiss
So when, (and if…) you reminisce
Please remember me
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2014
I never claimed to be perfect,
and yet she wished it so.
An unspoken promise
to which I never agreed;
And now she knows
that unrequited part of me
that took a lifetime to overcome;
And now she sees
with eyes wide open
that I chose to return;
An unspoken promise to her,
I never claimed to be perfect,
and now she knows it’s true.
Copyright © Jacob Welch | Year Posted 2015
You came into my life, why? I didn’t invite you, I never wanted you around, you
know this , but you will not leave, you don’t know how much I hate you, and yet I
don’t hate anyone or anything. When you hate, to me, it is the same as killing. If I
only knew how to kill you ……. It would have been done many times over. I awake
every morning and there you are, ready to make my life miserable, the one thing
you enjoy most in your life. Wherever I go, you follow bringing your misery into my
life. Why cant you just leave and leave me in peace? I fight with you every day, and
it hurts so much, so much it hurts to fight with anyone, even you. There is one
way and only one way to rid you of me. I think of this often, but then where would I
be? I would not be, because you are part of me, your name is bi-polar. Handed
down from my father and from his father, and from me to my son, but he refuses
to recognize you, so he fights you without help he could get. If he would only say I
know who you are. I hurt for him everyday, and then I pray.
Oh God please forgive me for what I have brought upon my son. Son, I love you,
and am so sorry for what you go through. Maybe someday we will talk again. Dad
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008
Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom
To obtain positive understanding with every complications
Counsel us with guidelines in our work
Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully
Deliver knowledge in our mind/s
For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction
With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever.
People can change the “our” to “their”, “him” or “his” when praying for others.
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
A noble story one that ought to be our good host laughed and swore the games begun. Come match the knights tale if you can sir monk. To bellow arms and blood and bones he swore. A noble one I'll pay off the knights tale lets do this right. You tell yours by and by either I'll speak or go on my own way. Everyone listen but first i will propound that i am drunk i know it by my sound. For I'll tell a golden legend and a lie. Forget your ignorant drunken bawdiness it is a sin and great foolishness. Tell us of other things you'll find to lack i see you are angry with my tale but why. cuz you are a fool your head is overpowered by the wine. If you are not enjoying yourselves then cut off my head but as i drink my wine and ale. Whoever won't accept what i decide will pay for everything we spend along the ride. So hold up your hand if you accept my speech reflect a little and don't hold me to blame if you choose wrong don't lay it on my head. And both of them had bawdy tales to tell theirs no sense making earnest out of game.
Copyright © craig schaber | Year Posted 2011
At last time has brought me to this day yet again
on another Saturday night things forever will end
sweet flowers with petals in need
For me it is nothing more than a day my life will begin
the pain I feel will forever remain
yet to others it is merely a Saturday
Here I stand at the path of yesterday and today
for tomorrow there will be nothing more to say
in so many demanding ways I thank God it is Saturday
The last day in a week seen as play
but as for me it is such a lonesome day
tomorrow is day number one
the day life begins has yet begun
Peace floods me in my solace this day
knowing it is final, done, ended, this 5th day in May
the day I was finally told to give up and walk away
I am no longer trapped by my fears
or waiting for he to cause me pain
I am the one who won on this Saturday
At last I do not care to be played
or hurt to the extreme, a lovers old tired game
I want to thank you for moving on to another's sweet way
This will forever be known as Red's blessed Saturday
and with this release back into the wild game
I find my heart pure for those locked deeply away
thank you for letting me be and not trying to keep hurting me
SATURDAY is officially my lucky day!
enjoy the date that you made, love her deeply, cherish her face
for I will forever remain ever-so grateful for this Saturday
To you both I thank you, and send a prayer of passionate love your way!
At last I can be happy all because of one Saturday in May!
To me a new anniversary I have now made, with God's amazing grace.
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012
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, repairable
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...
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
by Odin Roark
Often lingers amidst stench and flames
Where personal battles fought
Leave only wounds unhealed
And billowing spirits
Weave through porous walls
Embedded with crustaceous regret
Such battered pasts
Awaiting our will to cast aside
Our self-imposed eclipse
Duration too can tire
Rendering time’s horizon
To drift from consciousness
Becoming but faded memory
Leaving one shackled
With guilt’s insistence
Copyright © Odin Roark | Year Posted 2014
To Touch The Heart
I to feel and gain respect from love,
But knowing that your lover is much fond of,
That warmth and caring that love gives,
From feelings shared and now love lives.
But that of life's little minutes one can see,
A picture of perfection and reality.
Surrounded with love's handy touch,
And that glitter from feelings felt so much.
But with much beauty from loves shame,
One noticing that hate has lost this game.
And now tell me of how to feel from pain,
When my heart touches your name..
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve,
i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty
and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start
My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way.
Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all
Many times I’ve dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears,
As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways,
I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true,
How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do.
I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along “My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind".
If again such a love should come my way, I’d break free of those dark days I’d confess my true heart and reject the rest and break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.
Copyright © kelleyana junique | Year Posted 2011
i can tell by your smell
when its a tail
this time it fail
you can smin like wail
and feel free
DON'T LIE TO ME
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2012
s o b e r...
The fuse burns the skin; 'till years disappear in the sear. Those scars allow us to be who we are - - - urging us to bleed truth- - - so we can speed through the blues----- fueling us with the go, the giddy up to show, with each blow we grow,---and we Leggo our Ego -------just so the doubters we encounter shout louder and louder--- tho' they ain't got a clue as to who... or what we're about, or the journey of pain ballooning our veins with insane clout-------- and we wish upon a trouble free time to be near, yet it's far...- - - like the stars in the sky----...---sobering the view...while we drink the abuse------Still, the lit fuse burns the years till our fears cry.-____so hopefully, we learn from the scars when our tears dry.
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
Take off the mask and be yourself:
Be honest; be true and strong.
Stop trying so hard to fit in a crowd where you really don't belong.
Don't side-step your calling
To HIM, you should only remain true
Don't push HIM aside because you need HIM as Guide in all that you think, say
He is the only One who does possess the Power to the success you are looking
So take off the mask; simply be yourself; accept His plans for you.
Rekindle His Love through repentance, prayer and faith within your heart-
And true success will scoop you up and elevate you high;
And wealth will be yours unendlessly with love; with peace you can not deny.
Copyright © Martha Malloy | Year Posted 2008
MUSICK NONnude Review
Grand Funk Railroad was a fave group of mine the best time eye ever had was in
a house on a rug listening to this song of hard rock and rhinocerous thumps.
Wait. FOGHAT was the best for sex but lucky mee was never a Catholic. The
Horns blew for Chicago and there was lots of other groups to make this fable
bleed there was the Creedence Clearwater Revival so cool so wonderful a thing.
John Fogarty sure must have been a saint. Eye wish he had not got so mad and
left the other members of his group. But Creedence Song became a new fave
Daddy had a band
Played him a little guitar
Traveled in a van
Livin' that rock and roll
Night after night
People comin' up to the bandstand
Say you can't go wrong
If you play a little bit of that
It was late one night
Cruisin' on down the interstate
Stopped into a diner
To get him some chili and fries
Heard the waitress tell a guy
Standin' over by the jukebox
Hey you can't go wrong
If you play a little bit of that
Well daddy took a shine
To the lil' girl behind the counter
She movin' her hips to the swamp beat
Right on time
Said could he play her somethin'
Over there on the jukebox
She said you can't wrong
If you play a little bit of that
Daddy had a plan
He asked that girl to marry
With a brand new wife
They're livin' on rock and roll
Night after night
She whispers oh so sweetly
Hey you can't go wrong
If you play a little bit of that
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008
I believe that yesternight has gone by,
And this is another day,
A brand new day,
A very beautiful one.
All I could see is the rising of the sun,
with its beauty and energy,
Ready to beautify,
And illuminate this day.
All I wish is to be like this sun unto you,
lighten up your angelic face to a lovely smile,
And a source of encouragement to launch you,
Higher unto greater achievement.
Copyright © Joshua Akinwande | Year Posted 2012
Why do you choose to stoop this low?
On the streets of savages and thieves you roam.
What has affected your sense of reasoning?
When in your father’s house there’s a huge foam?
Your uncertain mobility with so much savings;
hitting rock-bottom which I wouldn’t have guessed,
you waited to go through pains, eating with pigs;
sawed by poverty before you knew you’re blessed.
Your realization is complete, please embrace good sense
come back home and let your pride pretend.
You’re still important no matter how far you’ve deviated
because your welcome celebration, even the king will attend
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like Jacksonville, or Philadelphia, or wherever really.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?
Broken glass bottles.
On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Somethimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know “Don’t you ever do that again!”
Sometimes love just wants to go out for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise. It will run you around the block
and leave you panting, breathless. Pull you in different directions
at once, or wind itself around and around you
until you’re all wound up and you cannot move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012
Cold, callus, crying, shivering,
and covered in sweat.
Wondering what has happened.
Not yet understanding this fate I’ve met.
What of a guy that stumbled around,
just trying his hardest to show he’d been found,
after all he had just been purchased
from the human pound.
That promise to you.
Man I broke it.
I told you Id stop,
and for a time I did,
but that stuff two blocks away,
my will power just wasn't work-n.
My wrist watch again broken.
Always from the look on my face,
you could tell Id been smoke-n.
You tried so hard,
but the mind wasn’t mine.
only a shell of what used to be,
all of me you were trying to find,
and I didn’t get this till my alone time.
I was pushing.
You were pulling.
Then it all pushed you away.
It was all down hill from here,
so naturally you couldn’t stay.
I sit here so sad
for the way you must of felt.
Let alone how you dealt.
Ill never understand how I could do this to you.
You're so prefect,
even your aura dances in ambient light.
You’re the best friend I could of had,
and that leaves me really mad,
that the rest of the world
may never know what we had.
The thing is I know now,
that you loving me.
This really was Much more,
than I loving you.
~Ha,Turned around this insecurity was always mine.~
Copyright © jay o'neal | Year Posted 2011
Woven in Silk Threads of Love
(Apropos Us and the Children)
Time tested love, bruised
lay like littered crystals
on the steel plate stage of life;
dismembered and crumbled
like a stale cookie
Ingredients of envious spice
inhibits any and all adhesiveness—
that tough threading love folds and kneads.
Yet, the sprinkling of forgiveness
knits and weaves the web
of diverse unity of understanding—
cocooning new beginnings:
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings
have endured—soared in monarch majesty—
defying time tested, treacherous winds
that the teeming silk of love forever spins.
Yes, to err is human; to forgive divine;
may eternal blessings forever twine
this tender love of yours and mine.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016
Faith lost, love failed
All because of what's unveiled.
And in this pain I have been jailed.
It was not you, it was all me
And no one else will ever see
How these things all came to be
But now it's lost, now it's gone
I watch the sky for signs of dawn
Yet I never played you as my pawn.
I hid in dark, I hid in lies
I kept it all from dark brown eyes
I now await for harsh goodbyes.
No one will see, no one will hear
The reasons I held these secrets dear
Yet visions' still blurred by means of tears
I watched you rise, I watched you grow
And that's why you did not know
The deceit I had yet to show.
It was your laugh, it was your smile
That kept me quiet all the while
Trudging every single mile
You own my soul, you own my heart
I can not bear for us to part
Let me help the healing start
I am a human, I am a girl
And mistakes come about and whirl
Causing rivers of silver pearls
You do not believe, you do not trust
This healing process is a must
The reliance will rise up from the dust
It will take long, it will take time
And many, many clocks will chime
Until our love's back in it's prime
I love you now, I love you forever
Please let us spend it all together
I want to part not now, not ever.
Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2011
Fallen from grace,
no longer do I sit high upon the pedestal that you had once put me
No longer am I seen as idol or mentor
Nor wanted as provider or protector
But now looked upon as an outcast and banished from your heart.
Betrayed by the one who now blinds you
With a veil of lies and deceit that weighs on your young fragile heart
With heavy words of animosity and abhorrence
You have been trapped in a malevolent web of hatred and retribution
Used as an unwitting pawn in a game of emotional chess.
Your words of respect and adoration
Have been replaced by venomous accusations of brutality and oppression
Taught to you by the on who now holds the chains that bind your heart.
But I will not be vanquished or deterred
By these attempts to falsify or dilute my love for you
I will be strong in my resolve and true to myself
I will not let these misguided asseveration's destroy my confidence
In knowing that my spirit is pure and that one day
You will be able to break free from your restraints
And uncover your eyes so you can distinguish the truth from the lies.
To understand the choices that need to be made in life
Through your own mistakes and life experiences
Until that day comes I shall be waiting,
Ready to stand next to you as opposed to being on that pedestal
And walk down a new road with you as your friend and equal.
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014
THE LAST WORD
as barbs fly back and forth and tempers rise
do you often disagree and keep feeding fire
that keeps dissention flowing in downward
spiral as things are said that are not meant
fatal stings of verbal attacks cause damages
breaking relationships not fixed or refurbished
beyond repair as we dwell in conceited pride
gratification and delight in a victorious prize
as arrows are shot back and forth in rancorous
bitter ruthless verbal combat of private crusade
try turn the next painful targeted aim to apology
and value relationships through a humble defeat
© Kim van Breda—May 2014
Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2014
Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace
Copyright © Scott Bronner | Year Posted 2013
Refrigerator Love (Poem)
God, I don't really know why You made the breadth of Your Son's arms stretch far enough apart to allow your living breath inside of dying lungs like mine. My sin is the tree cut down and shaped into the crucifix. For years, I took the blood of Your Son and smeared it over the wood, trying to splinter the genes from Your hands from ever matching mine.
So why are you still molding me in Your image? I've always been attracted to the wrong people, places and things like a noun with bad grammar, but You spell I love you all over my surface like refrigerator magnets until it sticks. I've been outdated since the day I was born, and the 90's left my life so fast I swear they ran to the 21st century outlet to pick up a better model of me. My insides have grown freezer frigid over the years, but You've kept my heart preserved. I've left a few more spoiled memories on my shelves longer than I would've liked. Back then, I just loved the look of them still alive in me so much that I never learned to let go when I thought my life was still in one piece. Compost my past like the gardener You are. I'm on my knees begging to You to plant and harvest seeds in Your fields that will grow into fruits without expiration dates. Father, Your food is eternal because Your love is everlasting. Reverse me like a walking tomb, and let me be the body for Your Spirit to live in.
Tend to my inside circuits, and help me be a bright, electrical vessel,
Continually kept running through the night so others can see You too.
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2013
lead my hand o' dear life
lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life,
until the end
o' dear thought
seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five
lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this
germinate in me a corn
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live
for this life
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities
a tear drop of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities
lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life
a terrain of survival and life
a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny
an artwork of joy
a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any
from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey',
>> ntema's unique poetry (nup)
Copyright © Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Mambo Ntema | Year Posted 2012
FAITH is a shield that covers a man from head to toe. True faith surpasses dead works. And now to this title poem. Ed. Note. There is GOD and his SON and his SPIRIT they aer three separated and distinct images and yet they aer one persona one giant mega person perhaps with three faces. No one has yet completely deciphered his image iff an artiste was to create to paint GOD eye suppose it could look something like an Ancient of Days upon a Throne not once but thrice with the same face three times the image of the SON being the predominate one. The first image an old ancient man. The second one is harder a Scepter in his hand of Righteousness a crown of Diadems jewelry that cannot be likened to money or material wealth but as a sign and symbol of his Authority. Jesus has a Crown for he is Ruler of this universe. The third image; that one of the Spirit, is yet harder to discern the same Jesus face in a burning glowing place. A Glow of Flame a Fire; however, made of warmth and love.
A SPIRIT made of GOD. He broke the Horn off Satan forehead gave the world back to the Flock. Gentle reader ewe just stop. Stop strife worry remember what a PRICE was paid for love and go back to the cross for there we pray. Yes we build all our deeds the love upon the Death, not counting all the cost our possessions all our love our very lives depend on Christ our King. A living GOD a loving Spirit a wonderful Father who gives more than mere health and wealthy love neither constrained or with any guile or predetermined Schism of the flesh just unconditional love without end lasting forever nothing ever is needed again love. Eye am reminded of the many infirmities of flesh the frailties of a man the Schism of his Grace as eye sit ici with this pen discovering all the needless hashing of old wounds fumbling at the hands and scars the wounds eye sometimes get as certain they aer thine not self inflicted or just mine. Schism is a wrent a tear in time the body dies the flesh in grave the light for all to see apparently asleep yet Schism thrives for eye have seen the Temple of the Lord a Saint a Lady in death’s place repose aware of nothing now her Spirit gone to Lord somehow twas more than beautiful to me no longing brought forth from Schism’s door a token portent of myself at play upon the earthly plain of dust the Grace upon her face the Peace mere word cannot her Journey over now convey, her Judgment come and gone and Heaven won all in a single word born. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Come. GOD. The maker of the Schisms all and one.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008
Fate has led my heart to find
A love that was never destined to last
I wonder if this is the punishment I deserve
For my cruel and heartless past
Karma has twisted my dreams so fast
And threw my love in the trash
A life-altering war rages on
That split our apartment in two
Some nights I lay against the wall
That separates me from you.
Tormented by this endless pursuit
That rips my heart through and through
An intrinsic insanity leads me on
I imagine you on the other side
Strumming your fingers across the wall
While my child grows inside
Looking up through tear soaked eyes
To where our memories lie
A sense of longing derives
Inside your wicked lies
I’m wallowing in broken dreams
And taunted by the burdens I choose
I once believed this was my ‘happy ever after’
Now I’m waiting for fairy tales to come true
Hoping that I’m done paying dues
And maybe someday you will choose
To stop treating me like you do
We’ll get back to being me and you
Settle down and say ‘I do”
But there you go
Out the door into his arms
You chose his dim-witted presence
Over my witty charm
To0 blind to see the harm
In trading that broken home for ours?
Spare his feelings to obliterate mine
You say you feel obligated to be with him
When you’re not lying in my arms
A broken faith in you snaps from within
This could possibly be the end?
Our bond is a broken glass we can’t mend
No longer my friend
I love you
Who am I to you?
Copyright © Dennis Nissen | Year Posted 2011
Tick tack on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Wisely wise are we and you
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
Copyright © timilehin obisakin | Year Posted 2012
The heart above all things, most fragile,
bears all things.
So easily wounded when past scars beckon;
of life’s journey past,
awaiting to be healed,
forgiveness to be sealed.
Forgiveness must allow
the healing that I wish.
For the heart above all things, most fragile;
bears all things where love abides,
when healing does reside.
Today, an opportunity not to miss
the healing that I wish.
So, ABBA, forgiveness I release
so healing will replace,
and love most precious will abide
when forgiveness does reside.
Copyright © Cathi Spooner | Year Posted 2013