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Where The White Rose Blooms

The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.

He had always planted roses in reds, yellows, and pinks,
Yet, it was the one white rose that he favored most,
The old gardener admired it's innocence and elegance,
A quality that the other roses just could not boast.

This precious rose was pure white, like new fallen snow,
Which only a cold, late November day could bring,
It's delicate petals were soft to the finger's touch,
Similar to that of a feather, in an angel's wing.

The old gardener was perplexed and astonished,
Only this rose bloomed through spring, summer, and fall,
Each of the other roses had withered months ago,
The frost and cold weather did not affect it at all.

With a smile, the old gardener took one last look,
Unknowingly, death would soon come without warning,
After he had settled down for a nap in his chair,
He drew his last breath, later on that morning.

His funeral was held on the very next day,
Loving words were spoken, as he was laid to rest,
His grand-daughter approached, with tears in her eyes,
As she placed the single white rose upon his chest.

The cemetery was a quiet and peaceful place,
Where family and friends gathered to remember,
A gentle snow began to fall upon the casket lid,
Brightening the gloom on this final day of November.

The old gardener's soul departed from this earth,
Lead away by a choir of angels, on delicate wings,
Then on through the pearly gates of heaven's garden,
Where the white rose still blooms, in eternal springs.




November 25th, 2013


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What's In The Urn

           What’s In The Urn

Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?

Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be perceived?
Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin
Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose

A death vase to glare at over cognac
By the sober flames cast by
A fire place glow observed in action
Liquid spirits pour out their poison

In the cozy living room inside the cabin
Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction
The urn is piercing through my soul
People belong in cemeteries you know

With all due respect for the dead
Scatter them at sea when they‘re deceased
Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease
Or as a center piece for living rooms 

I’m not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf
To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed 
And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal 
I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later

There must be a plot of ground outside 
Or toilet somewhere to flush it down
But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death
And I am their invited guest

Iguana tried consuming the family’s cat
Another favorite  pet
It is surmise, that’s how it met its end
Ended up expired inside the urn
                                                                              
The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own
I swear it follows me from room to room
By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move
A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned 

I could not take my leave
The container followed me
So I waited, fixated on the thing
Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me?

Finding that which is not there
Is easier in the dark                                                                                     
Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks
I must escape the premises to continue skiing 

Into the frozen world outside I fly
With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn
I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way
Never again will I say; what’s in the urn


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October Brings No Rest For These

Emerald etchings are given birth 
to bask their lives in summer's sun, 
until brushing brutal winters cheek, 
They cower yellow; brown undone. 
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
They somersault to a random grave. 
The earth lays claim to copper corpses 
But the winter wind is a cunning knave. 
It finds and flips the fallen fibers, 
then flings them crisply to the street. 
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, 
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. 
Now strewn about with playful malice, 
and denied the resting place they crave, 
for the golden sun is a glint of amber, 
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.


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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



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Death is Not the Enemy

I have found myself at the threshold of death on several occasions. Each time I managed to 
look it in the eye, doff my hat and say, “I’ll catch you up the trail.” This is not to say that I 
am some special breed of hombre that casually defies death, for there have been many who 
have gone the way before me and managed the confrontation in heroic decorum. 
Nevertheless, death is not some evil state of being that only the brilliant or daring may defy; 
nor is it a release from the severity of life. If anything, death is the threshold of eternity. Life 
provides all known qualities, conditions, trials and tribulations that we encounter throughout 
the fruition of our purpose.

Oh, death is not the enemy, for life provides our foes, The ills, disease and suffering… the countless other woes; For this is as it was ordained since Earth was yet to be, When life evolved on other planes, the eye will never see. We all embrace our time and grow in body, mind and soul. We foster wisdom, strength and faith, fulfilling every role. Prepared or not, the time will come, our form will waste away, While life goes on, as is ordained by He who plans the way. No, death is not the enemy, an end that one should fear. It’s but a threshold for the soul to doff its mortal gear, While life transcends its bond with Man to dwell forevermore With He, whose force conceived all life and is its very core.


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All too Soon

One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight 
Upon my breast one windy night

A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red a leaf once green

Upon your breath I learned to fly
A flame of glory in the sky
Not knowing that the price was death
I learned to fly upon your breath

But all too soon I came and went
The seasons of my life were spent
A bud in spring that came to bloom
I came and went - but all too soon

Author:  Elaine George
Written:  March 3rd, 2014



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Ash on the Floor

A plastic smile
He waves hello
To all his friends
He'll never know

Beneath his skin
There lives the sin
Protected by
The hurt within

A silent wish
A crazy thought
How does one kill
A mind distraught?

An answer looms
As dead as leaves
It covers life
In gasoline

A matchstick lit
An open sore
A fire burns
Consumes the core

The pain is gone
Forevermore
When all that's left
Ash on the floor


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The Lady in Black

Smoke comes off the chimney tops
Trails behind the breeze as the rain drops
Hurdles under the clouds to seek shelter
Disappears in the vapor of a darkest winter

Snapped under my coat I ran to shelter
My steps tracing the trail of glass
Sweat dripped down my palms elevated
I lift my knees and walk agitated

Took a second to notice, a scarf hanging
Neck loose, head bottled, scalp dangling
Cold breath sneaked up and down my neck
As the lady grasped sight of her final dread

My gaze slid under her skirt
Her undone hair and bloody shirt
All climbed to intertwine juxtaposed above
Merciless, spineless, slithering gloves

Ice-clawed eyes stared back in horror
Hands clenched in fists flagrant in color
Put a finger on his lips and whispered
A tone that struck my nerves unhindered

Speak a word and you're next
Don't put my patience to the test
Walk away, disappear, 'cause if I find you
You'll pray that god take you before I do

I couldn't hesitate twice abt walking
Suddenly, he cringed and started falling
Branches broke as his neck followed behind
Snapping backwards, dispersing his spine

I slowly walked over and found a note
To whom it may concern, sloppy hands wrote
I am but a victim, of this woman's throat
the day she stabbed me, the day she spoke

I'm but a lonely spirit roaming free
Why has this lady followed me
To murder all that I loved and once cared for
To sweep off the little things I'd die for

She was Lady Death,  the one we all fear
Seductively laying us to eternal rest
Drove me to heaven, doors slid clear
Her arms wide open, her warm loving chest

Then to hell I went for my earthly deeds
The torture I've seen for all those years
And you're next in a line of slaves
A queue of misery, a farm of graves

Your eyes have seen a deadly charm
Life as you know it is far long gone
Prepare for a sinfully long run
Here she comes, load your gun


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Wild Orchid; Is She The One

filling the radio with words of availability lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s” in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection Jane, works the night, wondering if her daddy knows lipstick on and high heels strapped as the sun sets in May call sign; “Wild Orchid” …. “Anyone looking for a good time?” a traffic jam of radio chatter…… congested air waves the August sun rises on a night of sexual crime Orchid petals caressed with greased stained hands her pale white color quickly wilts to brown the young November night is holding her final bloom evidence of violent pruning becomes talk of the town a knock on the door……………….. a flower delivered Wild Orchid’s father is asked, “Is she the one?” he checks her stem, quickly recognizing his roots inevitably, the withering of his blossom has begun……


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Remember the Alamo

The Texans weren't supposed to be
 Holding the old mission.
Sam Houston sent Jim Bowie there.
 Said he had a vision.

Bowie wanted to save the fort.
 So did Colonel Travis.
They say when Santa Anna came
 Carnage there was massive.

Two hundred men would die that day.
 One was Davey Crockett.
He couldn't save the Alamo.
 Too few men to stop it.

Santa Anna won the battle,
 Taking back the city.
He killed each and every soldier.
 Showing them no pity.

Santa Anna was defeated
 Outside San Jacento.
The Texans bore the battle cry,
 Remember Alamo!

1/15/2013
RAY


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One picture at a time

A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried 

The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly

Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes

But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the embers... one picture at a time

Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown 
Every step feeling more like a mile

I've grieved so long 
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song

Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind

How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door? 

Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned? 

This ode to a man 
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart

Crazy as a loon
But my God... how I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder... Do you miss me too?

Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement 
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate

Of ill trusted hopes 
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away

On this the 2nd anniversary...
            Of your passing away



In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani 
(My Beloved)



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As Far As I Can

Sore to the bone
Running on a drop of energy
Just gotta push through
I'll rest eventually

My shoulder has gone numb
But my body feels her weight
As if she's gotten heavy
Since her unconscious state

If I could, I'd stop right now
But who knows how safe it is here
And if I could even start again
I may fall asleep I fear

Soon my body will give up
But I'll make it as far as I can
And hopefully haven isn't too far
And I can put her in helping hands

Walking all day and night
It's hard not to think on past
And any thought I come up with
Has me struggling to hold sobs back

I've kept my ears open
Trying to focus on only sounds
But all I keep on hearing
Is my shoes crunch on foreign grounds

Bang. I hear it softly.
So far but still so near.
Bang. Another gunshot sounds
And I've collapsed in fear.

I close my eyes but another goes off
This time in a memory
And now I'm filled with rage
At how repulsive humans can be

My thoughts turn to my baby
Slipping off of my shoulder
I set her down and examine her
Bloodstained gown and skin colder

My worst nightmare but it can't be true
I listen in for her sweet breath
No. No No. No No. No No.
What's this silence? This isn't death.

This time I don't close my eyes
I see a sight that makes me sob
Memory of the last I saw my wife
And now my baby's with her mom.

Each one of us left covered in crimson
By a monster, a gunshot, a blow
Their death is the death of me.
This is as far as I can go.


May 2010
Inspired by Morris Gleitzman's novel "Once," a historical fiction about a boy in Poland
during the Holocaust.


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The Dead Of Winter

Here under the cold winter sun,
Beneath the old, lifeless tree,
My winter mourning has begun,
When no one comes to visit me.

Left out here on the edge of town,
Underneath the gray and gloomy sky,
In a lonely cemetery, with not a soul around,
Where every lone wintertime, I cry.

As I lay here, frozen and numb,
Crystal snowflakes are falling down,
The dead of winter has finally come,
Like icy teardrops upon the ground.

The wind howls like a lonely, lost spirit,
Through grass overgrown this December,
And it still hurts me to hear it,
That nobody even came here to remember.

Icicles have formed on the iron gate,
And the days now become dark so soon,
Forever sealing in my forgotten fate,
My only friend is the bright, shining moon.

And so I'll just lie here all alone,
No one will come until the spring,
And while you are staying, warm at home,
No one has left me flowers or anything.


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Another Hand

God touched another hand
as last breath slipped away.
Cradled a loved one’s head
as hearts began to pray. 

God whispered I love you
while angels near him stood.
Raised his soul to heaven 
cause He promised He would.

God granted his soul peace
from life of constant pain.
Freed body from struggles
and further family strain.

God allowed him to love
to know all life’s pleasure.
But God loves him more than
one can ever measure.

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey


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Echo

Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.

Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.

Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.

The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.

The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.





Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" -  themes-gothic/spiritual


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A Piece of Bread.

My mother starts moaning, with another one due.
She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze.
I never knew famine would produce skies so blue.
But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze.

Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons.
One whining dog, dying , from a surfeit of fleas.
I squint as my sister beats a roach with a spoon.
She's holding out hope, with a morsel to tease.

My eyes can still water from the feces and trash,
tossed up by vultures to release fresh disease.
I dig up what moist dirt I can pound into mash.
An old man collapses, not a single one grieves.

What passes for corpses- baking black as they pop.
Now the flies feel the heat and retreat to the trees.
My brother keeps wailing and I wish he would stop.
My breathing grows shallow in the oven fed breeze.

If it helps each of you,
I am down on my knees.
I beg you.
Hand me one piece of bread.
Would you, please?


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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say




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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



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A Dark Tale

I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did dwell.
I wondered why one dark night, again begging for sleep.
No fear of death of dying no foolish promises to keep.

It was then I found the answer as I slipped down through the floor
Could this be a dream or am I now no more.
Has death come upon me, I feel the air exude from my chest
Through eons of time yet seconds, maybe days or years at best.

Before me an evil thing but there are no brimstone and flames
“Now we will see this hell you mocked and you will know my name.
You never flinched about the hell threat but you are now here
Not only that I am your father and now you will know real fear.”

He breathed in deep; my skin scorched, it left my body in one piece
The agonies, I must be dead my skin floating in front just like a fleece
My muscles sinews and skeleton were all that I now had
“I thought you were my father I screamed you can’t treat me this bad.”

A thousand legions of devils all came round mocking me
Each breath they turned my way seemed to rip parts off of me
“You will learn to master them but until then you have to pay
You start at the bottom in this work.” then the hounds of hell did bay.

“To inflict the tortures required to give me the satisfaction
You must first suffer them all, that is my attraction.
When you have suffered them all you will know what to do
My work will be in your hands this is my legacy to you.”

“But how can you be my father?” I screamed as the hell hounds tore at me
“My mother was the sweetest woman on earth and all around could see.”
“Ha! I am the devil why would I want a whore,
 They are already down here; it was sweetness I searched for.”

“Your mother scorned me, she did not believe in all the hellish games I play
So I showed her my powers and you are with me from this day.
You should have listened to the teachers teaching of my home called hell.”
He waved his finger at me and the screams I could not quell.

Now I wish I had listened and taken an earthly fear
It could have made a difference, I may not now be here.
I take delight in dismembering and gouging out the eyes
Flaying the skin off the ungodly, yet I do it for a prize.

One day I will rule this place then my turn will come
I’ll leave this underworld one day and do what my father has done
I’ll take a woman for my wife the sweetest there ever walked
And pass on my inheritance to the offspring that hell balked.
©~GG~23/07/2012

 


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Swallowed Death

I wade the waterside enticing death.
The sea extols the brash to th’ outermost
Abyss. A ‘know it all’, I challenged this 
Watery host.

I capsized in the tumultuous seas;
I’m in the heart of the abyssal deep.
The billowing waters; they crest and fall,
Enmesh and sweep.

Disjointed and astray from sight, I strive
Complacently for that redemptive shoal.
This mortuary that’s surrounding me
Entombs my soul.

I look toward the surface as I scan
The depth of darkness for some tethered hope.
I clutch my hands into the obvious
End of my rope.

The moorings are beyond my grasp. I gasp
And struggle for air as I hold my breath.
The hint is clear enough; I closed my eyes
And swallowed Death.


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Silhouettes on the Stage 1953




Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.

A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.

Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.

Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died

The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.

Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.

Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.

And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.

*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???


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A Letter to My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of you is slipping through.
You were my sounding board.
Trite ideas offered, came back
Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling.
Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser.
Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy
Of you, my beloved son.
I go on now as you would have me do,
Searching in Nature for the joy 
You found in its wonders.
Hearing bird songs with your ears,
Relating to others with your empathetic instincts.
Striving, ever striving to be the person
And mother that you believed me to be
And never letting your memory grow dim
For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed.

You came into this world with a wisdom
That did not come from me.
I thank God each day for His lending you to me
For the time that I had you near
And I cling to His promise
That I will see you again.

I could not tell from whence you came,
Born with a wisdom that did not come from me,
And I do not know where you have gone,
Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.

Originally entered as verse

Rewritten:

A Letter to my Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart
That Time, that great healer cannot repair.
Your going  left  space in my existence
That forever and more will still be there.

Ever expanding from it nothingness
A hole from which your goodness has slipped through.
The kindnesses you wore as a halo
Have disappeared as well since I lost you.

I used you as a sounding boad to measure
The wisdom and the beauty of the world.
Your ideas were so clear and brilliant,
Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled.

I'm trying to live up to your standards.
I want to be more worthy of you, Son.
You told me once I was the perfect mother,
And with you life was such a lot of fun.

I thank God every day for loan of you.
The time we had was more than worth the pain.
And now I'm clinging tight to his promise
That some day I will see you once again. 

I do not know from whence you came,
Blessed with wisdom  that did not come from me.
Each day I pray I know where you have gone;
Taking my heart into Eternity.





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Forlorn

Your life is a journey
Which will never wax or wane
A beacon of bottled moonlight
Anchored waves of radiant rain
There is no demise
Or salvation of plundered plight
Cast into a sea of superstition
In the depths of torrential night
Your life transcends flesh
That sinking vessel which we mourn
It resides in a shipwrecked message
Found on the shores of faith’s forlorn


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I Know I am Going to Die

I know I’m going to die
It’s just a matter of time
Till my body catches up
With my state of mind

When the deadness of my heart
Will make its beating still
When my mind just shuts down
Almost against my will

When every living fiber
Like my soul gives up the fight
When my body finally slips
Into that endless night

The blood coursing through my veins
Is slowing down its race
There is that tinge of death
That's reflected on my face

Shutting down every function
My body is giving in
Sensing there's no desire 
The battle of life to win

It's clear all of my tissues
Have finally come to see
That there is no breath of love
That can give life back to me

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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History Lesson

Crimson mist in the Dallas sky,
a frantic wife's mad dash.
The world watched us as we cried
for hope gone in a flash.

Brilliant poet with timeless verse
and enduring message of peace.
A murderous fan fulfilled his curse.
Does lunacy ever cease?

Perfect day in the city
until the towers fell.
Religious zealots who had no pity.
Their resting place is hell.

So look at history if you can
and learn from such hindsight.
As long as evil has a plan
we must not quit the fight.


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The Raven




Through the open window
An unintended entry way
Pale the moonlight streaming
Careless, now the price to pay

It perched upon my bedpost
All reality to confound
A tilted head, a beady eye
As yet he made no sound

My secret now revealed
He knew my every thought
My visitor in a feathered cape
Harbinger of death he brought

At last a guttural  caw I heard
And in terror begged" no more",
"Leave me be to my just fate
for yes, I killed the fair Lenore"….


With apology to Mr... Poe



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Last Days

Within simple days of my twilight years Daylight shines down on me never to leer Memories are combined with spirit faced Glories thus are left without stories placed Harmonies of my life, leaving all fears Timelessness opens from over my tears Lest in the hour of my complete defeat To my maker is whom I will go meet
Russell Sivey


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War

Surrounded by casualty, fatality, and injury.
Deafened by bombings, gun shots, and agony!
Pain, sadness, despair, and misery.
At this point, there is no chance of victory.

At war, men with power,
Tend to hide and cower.
Whilst the enemies prevail and empower,
So in despair, our heads we lower!

A lifeless body with a doll,
Blood is smeared upon the wall!
Amidst this chaos I feel so small,
As our weak defenses fail and fall.

When your enemies are merciless,
There will always be injustice.
And the only way to stop this,
Is to fight with justice.

War is caused by prejudice, hatred, and greed.
Why do we cause so much pain? Is it a need?
Why do we have to make each other bleed?
Why is it that only by slaughter could anyone succeed?

Peace binds all mankind in a chain.
A chain without agony and without pain;
A chain without hate and without disdain,
It is THIS peace that we cannot attain!


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The Mirrors Spoke

The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide

This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place

In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed

In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists

Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php






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Healing Flesh

Do not see me as I am

  Or you'll be disappointed

See instead my wall of flesh
 
  Dismembered and disjointed


I'll make sure the bones will mend
 
  And never show their age

Rest inside my warmest thoughts

  Of quiet tempered rage


Discover endless reasons why
 
  The flesh will always fail

Embodiments of truer cause

  Could look behind the veil


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An Evening in with the Cat

If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down

If I had a big sharp knife
I’d drag the cold steel across my skin
If I thought for a moment it might
Bring this feeling to an end

I’d stare down the barrel
If I had a gun
Find the trigger with my finger
Pull it and be done

If I had a car
I’d park inside the garage
Leave the motor running
Till the poison filled my lungs

If I had a rope
I’d make myself a noose
Dangle there in my own doorway
Till somebody cut me loose

If I had someone to love
I'd probably treat them bad
Since that's all that I've known
In relationships of the past

 If I had a heart in my chest
I'd be able to forgive and forget
But there is nothing left
Of that beating mass of flesh

So I'll just continue
Sitting all alone and in the dark
A typical evening in with the cat
Doesn't seem that bad after all.


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Danny's Song Upon the Death of His Grandfather

When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...

Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.

Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed

A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...

They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."

Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!


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One Life to Live

My heart yearns to be reciprocated
Every good heart deserves to be loved

The passion is still strong yet dimly lit
Keeping the faith as the fate is growing
I’m feeling faint and falling to my knees
Loss of breath, depth, and height

I'm losing my firm grip slowly letting go
My palms are sweaty, my spirit is frail
Disconnected from the rest of my being
I’m weak, limber...fluctuating high and low

I am invisible, silent like dead flies
Falling from the night's sky like a tear drop
In mine eye, a red river is flowing
You can see lonesome shadows of despair

Hearing cries of help during the midnight breeze
Pain and agony, hurt and betrayal
Blank slate is naive too soon to prevail
Escaped from reality and plumeth...

Buried six feet under with soil and dirt
Ashes to dust like crumbling particles
My soul evaporates into thin air...
Was my identity lost or stolen?

You have one life to live so live it
To the fullest as if it were your last


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Offline

I sign in my messenger,
And scan my buddy list.
As my cursor scaled the names,
My finger couldn’t resist.

I clicked the mouse on your name,
Like I’d done a thousand times.
I stared at the blank page,
Where you used to write your rhymes.

I’m overgrown with sadness,
Happiness ceases to begin.
It reads, you’re unavailable and
You’ll receive the message upon signing in.

That’s where things get tough,
I know that will never be.
The moment you left my life,
It felt like someone robbed me.

They stole my bestest friend,
Leaving the greatest memories behind.
My whole list has yellow faces, 
As yours appears permanently...offline.






__________________________
‘Bestest’ is misspelled purposely, 
dedicated to a friend that I greatly miss.


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Dad

I'm sure you think I'm crying.
You think it hurts so bad.
The only thing that truly hurt,
was when I lost my dad.

He really wanted me to know
the way life was meant to be.
He always tried to help me out.
He truly cared for me.

I pray one day I'll see him
laughing once again.
He was so much more than people knew.
He was part of a bigger plan.

Now he's gone to heaven
and I hope he's looking down.
I need him still to guide me
when I laugh and when I frown.


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Alive

Is your soul blood red
A dowry of bitter wine
Spilling mortality
Staining the divine

Is eternity a prison
The rusty knife of time
Carving your senses
Caging your mind

Is flesh a pardon
A tactile bribe
Begging the question
What is alive

Is there a reason
In this chalice of mine
To sip my faith
And fear no demise

Is there a forever
In your crying eye
A word to grasp
When your child has died


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In the Sand

He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored
then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine.
Forty years she was the one he adored,
so he kneels to pray for her, one more time.

He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand
then he watches a wave wash it away.
Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand
he wishes there was more that he could say.

A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave
he can smell her perfume as on the breeze.
He has not the strength to visit her grave
self-pity and pain is all that he sees.

Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat
as it makes a turn back toward the bay.
Hollow and empty he feels without hope
and wishes a wave would wash it away.


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I'm With our Redeemer

Mom will you remember,
   All the thing’s we’ve done?
I know I must travel on,
   To Heaven where I’m from.

I know I lived a short life,
   But it was worth the breath.
I was more than a memory,
   But memories are all that’s left.

I’ll always be your angel,
   For this God let me know.
I’m with our Redeemer,
   Where the little angels go.


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Sharpening the Knife

So what
Don't give me that look
It was just a cut
I am no crook

I feel better
To see my arm bleed
You yell, "Get Her"
But the cut is my feed

Why do you make me stop?
It doesn't hurt that bad
You are not some sort of cop
Cutting makes me glad

I don't feel anymore
But the sharp blade
I am no longer hurting in the core
All the feelings fade

I wear a jacket
To cover the scars
And I'll have to hack it
They are my permanent memoirs

So I'll just sit
And sharpen the knife
Don't throw a fit
This is my life

It's not like you know pain
I do, more then others
I live life in vain
And I won't get help from my mother

I don't want your help
Just leave me alone
So just hush your yelp
Don't give me that tone

This is my choice
Not yours to say
The cut is my voice
So just let me waste away...


This is for anyone, who has felt alone, you aren't, things can never be as bad as they seem, just keep 
moving and never give up.



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The Mighty Kern (The end of many dreams)

You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide

Through giant boulders you descend 
Winding through canyon walls
Inside you many have met their end
As rapidly as your water falls

Merle Haggard wrote a song of you
You took someone he loved
His song is very beautiful and true
A gift from God above

At four I stood upon your banks
Watched my mother die
Like those before and after her
So many left to cry

Your pools are pools of death
Calm and still they seem
Whirlpools lurking underneath
The end of many dreams


For Brian's contest
 


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My Chagrin

Once again to my chagrin
     This nightmare perseveres
And through the glass it comes to pass
     To feed upon my fears

And it seems to slay my dreams
     And in their stead leave blind
Mine own two eyes to that one prize
     My soul doth seek to find

Still I pray that night gives way
     And cures this circumstance
That captive holds my weary soul
     Within it's darkened trance

And perhaps lay loose the straps
     That bind me to this cross
And free from 'round my neck now bound
     This curs'ed albatross


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Moments Matter

Born of moments matter
	To burn for moments sake
Condemned to moments past
	For future moments make


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Violence In Video Games

There was a loud explosion, followed by shouts of glee
The rat-a-tat-tat of gunshot, was suddenly surrounding me
It was much to my horror that my husband bought the game
And to watch my boys playing it, nearly drove me insane.

They blew things up, they shot at them, and they loved every shot
“But it will warp their minds” I said, my husband said “It will not.”
He promised he would sit with them, but that’s cos he wanted to play
And he said he could drum into them that it is just a game that day.

I peered round the doorway, I watched him guide them through
They cheered, and laughed at gruesome bits, my husband cringed a bit too
But as they grew they learned, but I know this is not true of all
Mine are both big wimps, and even husband on seeing blood will fall.

They cannot stand needles, a paper cut makes them cry
They cannot watch the news, when there is death and destruction awry
So in all honesty I don’t agree with violence in video games at all
But I think it’s up to the parents to make the final call.

Children in days of old, shot each other with a home made stick gun
They made swords out of anything, and always fought to the death in fun.
Play has changed they are safer inside, the trouble now I think this is it
Is when they are left to their own devices and the videos are used just to baby-sit.

©3/01/2013
~GG~
Contest Entry


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Never Again

Two million soles collected
One million souls lost
Can humanity recover,
From the holocaust?

This stockpile of shoes
Is a reminder and clue
That what happened to them
Could happen to you.

Auschwitz reminds us
Of man’s inhumanity to man
If we can forget
It can happen again.



Entry in the Leather Voices contest


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The Cry of Heart


              Neither thy face, nor features, lips and eyes
Nor it is my yearning for mirth which my heart fries

My feet are advancing towards the hangman’s platform
     O sword of tyranny! It is for thee my heart cries


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The Violin Player's Last Words

I wish I played the violin ones more
but the sound and strings ache me
This sad and stormy autumn
the maple trees tell me I'm dying

Inheritance will be the Immensity
with leaves and fruit of violin
but no one will ever know the meaning
of the springs with weeping deer...


written at 12 when my grandpa died.


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A D

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   ~~~A.D.~~~
Getting to see the white tunnel
Eyes transfixed with anticipation
Love ones gone before, awaiting
At the entrance, filled with inspiration
        ~~~A.D.~~~
Smiling faces starting to appear
Arms outstretched from long lost loves
Entering the arch, feeling the warmth of love
Sensations felt from the wings of doves
        ~~~A.D.~~~
Walking the roads that are pure gold
Meeting the Heavenly Father, on the throne 
Living in paradise all my days, as foretold
Angels flying all around, singing hymns intone. 
                                  
    ~~~A.D.--- After Death~~~


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A Mother's Son......For Dustin Cunningham

A smile that warms her heart.
 With bright, shining Angel eyes.
Soon his whole world would fall apart.
 When he sadly watched as his Mother dies.

No one to listen or believe what he saw.
 For years the truth lie in wait.
Each passing day, the pain made him raw.
 And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate.

A troubled youth is what he'd come to be.
 Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain.
When the truth came out it didn't set him free.
 Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain.

After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death.
 But her kids would have no justice at all.
They would never hold her again so they remained bereft.
 She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call.

She loved her kids, especially her eldest son.
 She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully.
He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone.
 Its not something her children could understand fully.

Her son now sits in his own personal Hell.
 Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes.
So now he stays in that six by six prison cell.
 Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time.

I'm here for him and I remain his friend.
 I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes.
For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin.
 I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.


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One Stormy Night

A storm torn boat thrashed on the ocean waves
As gales of wind knocked out their lanterns’ glow.
A frantic captain yelled “all hands on deck!”
Then watched as sails tore free; they’d moved too slow.

Brave as a lion, captain steered their course
Though jagged rocks scraped ‘gainst the hull with force.
The seamen battled through the dark of night
Until the seas grew calm at morning’s light.

They stood in silence, those that still remained
And bowed their heads for mates who’d met their fate.
Time and eternity told tales of mighty seas
That claimed the brave, then crushed their ships with ease.



Entry in the contest: On the Ocean Waves
Sponsor: Francine Roberts 
Iambic pentameter; no particular rhyme scheme. Three quatrains.


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Moment of Madness

Vultures of doubt hover in my mind
Death beckons me
Live like a Stranger in my abode
Naught for me to live

Sparrows tweet around
On the soil beside me
Bend down, I sip water
Made muddy by rain

Came out of my walls
Tears flow down my eyes
Quench my parched throat
My hearts start beating

Feel light and tranquil
Sky is my home
Birds are my friends
Dogs line up to seek food

Push all away, I laugh aloud
My plate was empty a moment ago
Brimming with madness
My hands are full


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Gibbous Moon in Rhyme and Free Verse

Two-word Lines       Free
with Rhyme            Verse

gibbous moon         The near-full moon—
ashen veil               its ashen light—
phantasm strewn     ghostly, swathing all
redolent pale           with pale glow.

shamed hues           In moonlight, colors surrender—
morbid face             faces are morbid, semblance
heedless muse         of those about to pass,
death’s embrace       abandoned by life's essence.

gibbous moon           Gibbous moon wanes, as 
night reviled             night warily gauges its retreat.
morning soon            And with advancing dawn,
newborn child.          new life replaces the departed.

Sorry, the program doesn't allow for setting up columns, so alignment on the second version of the is incorrect.


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We Are Zombie

Zombies have feelings 
It's sad but so true
Our diets are different
We like eating you

We move rather slow
Yet you can't get away
We follow the bleeder
It's the game we play

Our clothing is shabby
Yet we have Zombie style
To look really creepy
We'll go the extra mile

One of the problems
We have horrible breath
One of the side effects
When it comes to death

It's not really that bad
Us zombies rule the night
Best that you take a plane
Zombies never take flight

We cannot stay seated
Or follow commands
With that turbulence 
We may lose our hands

So down here on earth
We will hobble around
Moaning and groaning
Our unique zombie sound


For Leonora Galinta's Halloween Contest.

Written November 1st 2013
By: Richard Lamoureux.

I couldn't think of anything to write an all 
of a sudden this popped into my brain.







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Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
                          Will this nest its glory retrieve

The companion birds have all flown away
O cypress trees and roses! Permit me to leave


-Mohammad Yamin
(Theme borrowed from a Ruba'yee of Josh Malihabadi)


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The Irony Within A Song (Englyn Form)

I can still hear the song of the spring breeze...
About a love went wrong
When two hearts hid for so long...
Now I hear the requiem's gong


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A Crystal Tear

As angels gathered ‘round 
I heard sweet music play
They played this song for you
On this, your special day

I cried a crystal tear
Upon my cheek it did lay
I cried this special tear
As God called you away

I put this tear in my pocket
There is where it will stay
Within a heart shaped locket
Until we meet again one day




Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend










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Lively Death

Not dark here nor bright, feel so light
No body, no mass I feel infinite
I wonder aloud ‘Is this what they call Death’
Search around, can’t find a glimpse of Earth

No worries, no scares, find myself in bliss
What next, where next, find something amiss
Where is God, where am I, can’t see any
Recall my pains and joys, how can I think!

Feel my fingers, I blink, I find myself in bed
People around with wreaths, I am declared dead
Moments ago, the world wrote my Epitaph
Kicking alive, I rise, its my time to laugh


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THE MEANING OF EASTER

Chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs,
Fluffy chicks and lambs at play,
The spring of the year is a beautiful time,
And we celebrate as the time draws nigh,

To remember the reason for all our good cheer;
For now is the time The Resurrection draws near.
We celebrate Jesus who conquered the foe,
Of Sin and Death and delivered our souls,

Up from the abyss where we languished in wait,
Beneath the burden of unspeakable hate.
He marched into Hell and in triumph brought out,
All who are His and they came with a shout;

Victory is ours because Jesus lives,
He's salvaged our souls and He's cleansed and forgives,
All who will come to Him, on us He bestows,
A robe of His Righteousnesss as it was foretold!

We honor the Sacrifice made by Father and Son,
And we honor the love that redeemed us as one.
We celebrate the Victory won over our foe.
We celebrate Jesus, our Conquering Hero.


                                                             Judy Ball



"BUT I AM TELLING YOU THIS STRANGE AND WONDERFUL SECRET;
WE SHALL NOT ALL DIE, BUT WE SHALL ALL BE GIVEN NEW BODIES.
IT WILL ALL HAPPEN IN A MOMENT, IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE, WHEN THE TRUMPET IS BLOWN; FOR THERE WILL BE A TRUMPET BLAST FROM THE SKY AND ALL CHRISTIANS WHO HAVE DIED WILL COME ALIVE WITH NEW BODIES THAT WILL NEVER DIE.
AND THEN WE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE WILL SUDDENLY HAVE NEW BODIES TOO FOR OUR EARTHLY BODIES WE HAVE NOW THAT CAN DIE MUST BE TRANSFORMED INTO HEAVENLY BODIES THAT CAN NOT PERISH . WHEN THAT HAPPENS THEN AT LAST THIS SCRIPTURE WILL COME TRUE,"DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY. O DEATH WHERE IS THY VICTORY? WHERE IS THY STING? FOR SIN, THE STING THAT CAUSES DEATH IS GONE AND THE LAW WHICH REVEALS OUR SIN WILL NO LONGER BE OUR JUDGE. HOW WE THANK GOD FOR ALL OF THIS. IT IS HE WHO MAKES US VICTORIOUS THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD.
                           1Corinthians 15:51-58


For LindaMarie's Easter Inspirations Contest


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Ode To Autumn

Autumn is my favorite season,
The green leaves are turning red,
Falling with no rhyme or reason,
They are crisp, gnarled, and dead.

Lightly they fall in the chilly air,
The leaves are brown, orange, and yellow,
Brightly, they tumble without a care,
Indian summer days are beginning to mellow.

Gray clouds form, you rarely see the sun,
Through tree branches, see the cold wind blow,
The leaves come cascading down, one by one,
And, at any minute now, it could start to snow.


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Near

I know you left me,
But you're still around,
How can it be,
When you're in the ground.

I loved you more than anyone,
And you I really miss,
The time we had is done,
It ended without a kiss.

Once I thought I felt you touch,
Your cold hand on my face,
The warmth is what I miss so much,
I wish you weren't in that place.

I couldn't feel you anymore,
Since that first night,
You were standing in the door,
But something wasn't right.

I already knew I lost you,
Though you were right in front of me,
There was nothing I could do,
What happened was meant to be.

You will always be in my heart,
Your memory will always remain,
They can never tear that apart,
One day we will be together again.






September, 4th, 2013


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Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
Will this nest ever its glory retrieve

The companion birds are all flown away
O cyprus trees and roses! Permit me to leave

(Influenced by a Rubai of an eminent Urdu poet Josh Malihabadi)


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Surviving Suicide

Twas the worst call we could receive, or so we thought then
It was latish in the evening, not long before ten
“I need to speak to your husband if I may please dear”
It’s terrible news, the worst news I fear.

Your mother is gone, her own life she has taken
There was nothing we could do, your world must be shaken
To get though the following few weeks was a trial
But survive that we did and in fours months we did smile.

Twas the worst call we could receive or so we had thought
But a knock on the door once more our breaths caught
“I need to speak to your wife I’m afraid sir, she will be shaken”
Bad news her brother has gone, his own life he has taken.

Twice in four months what was happening, who could tell?
Neither one connected, it became a living hell
No comfort to be found, no reason, no rhyme.
Depression and guilt engulfed us for a time.

There was nothing to be done for life has to go on
There are more people involved, than just the one gone
If they ever could have seen the devastation that they caused
They would never have done it, they surely would have paused.

But life isn’t’ like that, they were sick beyond belief
As in sound minds they would never inflict grief
Twenty-three years have passed, but not a week goes on by
They are remembered and talked of, but now we don’t cry.

There is life after suicide, their children and families have proved
Even though the memories that they left us, will always leave us moved.
Going back in time with ‘what ifs’ does not help us or them
And we pray to God every day, we never go through it again. 
©~GG~14/11/2012


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All That Simple

ALL THAT SIMPLE..

A lamp flickered, 
flickered, a weak vermillion.
The old maid walked, 
walked a gait crocodilian.

Lamp flickered more,
dark room, no windows, 
she paced inches, sobre
lump limbed and in torn rags.

On the grumpy floor
Flies buzzed on in profuse,
greedy over an open sore
A blessed grub busy on the mousse.

The team o’er fed, 
fed happily on the oozing sore
on her forehead parched,
wiped her off the days of yore.

She unlatched, 
unlatched the squeaky door
like an insect she darted
An insect almost no more.

A wild light stabbed her face
the lamp flickered no more...
she closed her eyes,
And nothing forever more.

Stillness and silence,
And that was all, death,
Where all reach in resonance
And yes,  all that simple.


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Angel in Hell

Sorrow chokes sanity
in the brimstone fumes of Hell
that consumes all but memory
plastered against the walls of his cell.

My mind can't comprehend...
Perhaps he did wrong
or mercy he did not lend,
but here resides the angel of song.

His wings are torn,
tattered like his serenity
when he fell into heat's scorn.
Once he was beauty's epiphany.

The shofar's sound dwindled
to let screams take stage.
The music he once kindled
turned against him in bloody rage.

Yet he will rise once more.
The fallen creature in his cell
and will play a new music's score
telling of the angel in Hell.


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Dismayed

What was going through your head
When you decided to end your life
Did you consider your love ones at all 
Leaving behind your sons and wife

Failing to show up for work on Monday
Not calling or coming home that night
Leaving your family frantic and scared
So cruel of you to leave them in this plight

You were reported missing to the police
Your car found on Tuesday near Niagara Falls
Witnesses seen you jump in the icy waters
Just thinking about it.....my skin crawls
 
Three weeks later, your body still not found
Your wife is still struggling to stay strong
Posting pictures of you in happier times
Sorrow you left behind will be lifelong
 
Now your boys will grow up fatherless
Never understanding the reason why
Damage done to them emotionally
Tears of confusion and anguish as they cry

A small community remains shell shocked 
The awfulness of it all is so hard to digest
The reasons why we'll never truly know
May your tormented soul now be at rest

12/ 09/ 2013
*A sad and true story, his children are in my son's school.





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Wary of Snakes and Possums

Five free range chickens surviving earth’s natural selection...
Spring flowers began to emerge while “Hefei” and hens explored.
Wary of snakes and possums, they moved about with caution.
Hunting, pecking and scratching, together in one accord -

One hen snuck into a pitched tent to lay her lovely eggs.
Behind some plants over wintered in a place nice and warm.
With shattered wing and broken shells, she felt survival plagues.
She emerged escaping death this time, enduring deform.

A few days later, she was gone, feathers strewn about.
One hen, then, another hid…sitting on precious eggs.
Within a month, the strutting rooster crowed his prideful shout.
Nineteen little chicks scurried out close to two hens legs.

ã June 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Eggs, but NO epulaeryus
Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan


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A Dream





A bit of solitude she thought
Just to rest her eyes a moment
Then into the depths she slipped
Sleep as if  from heaven sent

Pale beauty slept the time away
Not a sound or movement made
When the bells of evening call
The blossom picked began to fade

Repose as gentle as the night
Though still bloomed a bit of day 
Her last breath just a gentle sigh
And quietly she slipped away



5/17/14  For the Dream contest


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DEMON CALLED GOD

The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man


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Eleanor Rigby

Rising out of bed as the sun peeks through the window
Eyelids are a fluttering as she looks towards her side
Another day to fear and what is she to make of it
She wishes it were night again, so easier to hide

Once when she was young she was playing with her dolls
Dreams of growing older with a family of her own
But the days went by and her reality became completely altered
To loneliness, despair, and no one there to phone

SEVEN BILLION PEOPLE and who is there to see
Visions of what could have been, her heart has turned to stone
No career, no wedding, no children, her world a tiny room
Gasping out her final breath, across her lips a moan

The hole is dug, the casket lowered, no one there to grieve
What life was this, what purpose here, as rain falls on the grave
Father McKenzie of the lonely, a tear rolls down his cheek
Eleanor Rigby, another soul his prayers have failed to save


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stairs

Life's journey is the climbing of stairs to heaven door
entering returns peace, joy, and harmony to your spirit
as the journey of life ends, you have another to explore  
As with the circle of life you start the climb full in spirit







My perception of heaven


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Sweet Cyanide

That girl is poison 
Your heart trapped by desire
She seems really sweet
Yet she burns you like fire

A vision in white
With long flowing hair
You know she's trouble
But still you don't care

She beckons you forward
She says "taste my lips"
Revealing her bosom
Guides your hands to her hips

Her magic fills you
A pathway to death
Once you taste Cyanide
She takes away your breath






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A Grand Man

                              
                                 
  
                I always thought you were like Pan
                Ageless,would never die
                But Deaths kiss came so swiftly
                You left us high and dry.
                No last farewell
                No parting words
                No comfort or compassion
                Death reared his head
                And covered you
                In a cold and heartless fashion.
                
                The hands of time turn so slowly
                But our minds spin out of control
                Replaying over and over again
                The departure of your soul
                But the tears we cry will not resurrect you
                Back to this cruel, hard place
                All we have are our thoughts of you
                And the memory of your face.


               
               (for my Cousin Ronnie Meese, tragically killed 07/27/11,aged 58)
        
              
     
                



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Mother Earth, The Powerful 2K11

      Powerful Mother Earth collects her due;  
Both beast's and mankind's earthly flesh alike.  
   Requiring respect! What man lied claims to;  
          Repossessed via her mighty strike.


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For I Had Lied

Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep

Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see 

He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot

Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath

The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"


*cry for...: Mourn

28/05/2013


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I Love You More

There she lies with a smile on her tired face
eyes closed taut to extinguish the sunlight.
Occasionally she would peep just to touch base
to say a few words then continue her fight.

Summer was ending as momma’s time was too
each day was a struggle to take one more breath.
Angels were calling as family tensions grew
it was so tormenting waiting for her death.

A day was spent talking to deceased loved ones
venting all of her anger on ones who hurt her.
Shocking revelation eventually stuns
as shallow exhausted mind starts to transfer.

Daily said I love you, it could be her last
but she would always reply, I love you more.
I persistently announced she was a blast
and that I never thought her to be a bore.

On the eve of her death I could feel it near
her breaths became short, sketchy, and weak.
Living without her, I felt tremendous fear
as I lowered to kiss her frail-soft-creased cheek.

I ran my fingers through wavy gray hair
and held her face in my trembling small hand.
Releasing her was more than I could bear
the lump in my throat started to expand.

Tears exploded all over my burning cheek
never had I cried this much before.
I was so overwhelmed I could not speak
except for the words, I love you more….

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Seventh Place Winner ~ "Last words to a loved one” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gareth James
Jan. 31, 2011


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The Colonel

A citizen so upstanding
In a lovely house on a quiet street
With a specialty so demanding
See his winning smile, watch his thriving fleet
 
Admirable and commanding
He incites their faith and invites their trust 
With credentials so outstanding
He reveals no rage and conceals his lust
 
Sinister and disgusting
He lures them in with his cunning grin
Innocent and so trusting
They let him in without sign or hint

Demented and perverted
He ties them up and has his way
Exploited and subverted
They lie there crushed on sick display 

Psychotic and sadistic
He wears a mask, a double life
Before he goes ballistic
And takes their lives, high on their strife

But now he rots in prison
Trapped in his thoughts and a padded cell. 
The mighty colonel has fallen
And he'll fall once more when he lands in hell.

*Based on true and horrifying events 


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Missing Our Friend

Skies are dark and dreary,
This day we won't forget;
Ol' Ollie was our favorite,
Far more than just a pet

A naughty lil' imp,
Knock-kneed and proud;
Meowin' like a siren,
Geez, that cat was loud!

It was on this frigid morning,
We lost our furry friend;
Reality's stunning anguish,
Death fails to comprehend

Spoiled rotten and witty,
You'd swear he was a dog;
A happy treat to pacify,
While sleeping like a log

Looking on the good days,
Diminished are the bad;
We lost a friend forever,
The best we've ever had

Death never comforts,
We failed to see your end;
Our tears concede to obscurity,
Farewell to a loyal friend... 



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Gone But Not Forgotten

I remember it now
Not all, but enough
To understand how
I am afraid to accept love

Because some love hurts
Especially the kind you gave
The kind nobody deserves
The kind that plants the seed of hate

It matters little if you feel remorse
Your guilt could never ease my pain
The damage you did cannot be reversed
I still wear the residue of shame

And you will never have my forgiveness
My hatred will be your only companion
As you lie upon your deathbed
Feeling frightened and abandoned

You still won't even have my pity
Pathetic as you are
All you will ever be is what you did to me
As I will always bear these ugly scars


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Whisper In My Ear

I know the end is coming soon
their faces I can see
For them I stood to say goodbye
they gather now for me

For months I’ve felt a disconnect
a longing in my soul
To see the one they took from me
so very long ago

From time to time the spirit world
It opens up a door
But as I try to pass within
the opening… no more

Oh darling whisper in my ear
                 I know you’re here with me                   
Please say those words I long to hear
then set my spirit free

To feel your breath within my ear
and hold you closely too
Is all that I can think of now
please tell me...I love you


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My Husband Your Bride

Like a ghost I flitter through the night
keeping to the shadows 
abhorring the light
Tears... Unrelenting grief

The night camouflages and no one can see 
the shadow of the person that once was me
The day lays me bare with nowhere to hide
Where the raw pain and your memory collide
Agony... Unrelenting grief

Gone is the treasure of our history
Evidenced in this lonely debris 
Only silence now 
reminisces with me
Anguish....Unrelenting grief

A penned art on vellum once tied in velvet ribbon
What lies beneath me now the conclusion is written
Droplets of amber have spilled upon this page
They pool in the dirt here upon your grave
Desolation...Unrelenting grief

Remembering the touch of our feet
Fingertips on my shoulder your breath on my cheek
Early mornings recounting your dreams
25 years How oh how am I supposed to breathe 
Heartbreak...Unrelenting grief

You took with you the heart of me
My glory my purpose my identity
You disappeared without a trace
Hide and seek in an unfamiliar place
Incertitude...Unrelenting Grief

Can you hear them cry 
Oh Daddy why
Gut wrenching wails 
Swollen eyes fail
Empty...Unrelenting grief

Till death do us part
My husband your bride
You parted I perished 
With your suicide
Irrecoverable... Unrelenting grief




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Renew on the Serengeti

The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands
It's impending approach is in natures plans
From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure
Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure

For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console
Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol
There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust
And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust

We have to take a stand, before it's all to late
And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate
Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin
As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within





Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty.








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php





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Into the Soft Mist

”A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing
Funny when you're dead how people start listening.” 
– The Band Perry (If I Die Young)

Thanks for listening to the song I wrote
Even before I’ll leave one night into the soft mist
For if it has the power to cure the deaf
I’ll fain go with dry lips not once kissed.

I’ll leave one solemn night into the soft mist
When you and mother and father are all sleeping
Weep not, dear: For I’ll bring with me your brightest light. 
And you shall wake, light and unburdened, in the morning.

Tomorrow marks exactly one year
Since our twenty sixth birthday
You hugged me like a good brother that you 
Are. But it irks me, things you used to say.

Jones, Wilson, Joplin and Hendrix:
True talents sure die young, don't they?
Morrison, Cobain and Winehouse—
One day I'll join them where beauty will never grey.

Let me sing you a lullaby like mother always did. But promise me:
Let me, once all my dirge ceases, deprived of all power,
Leave silently, serenely into the soft mist;
Following Azrael who knocks at an ungodly hour.

Into the soft mist, I shall hopefully leave.
Though forgive me if they all hear me
Sob into the darkness when, smiling,
I fly in a moonlit path like a nightingale set free.


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Ghost

I can hear you,
I know you're there,
You can hear me too,
In this home we share.

Are you someone I knew,
Someone from the past,
Can it really be true,
When had I seen you last.

Or did you live here,
A long time ago,
You, I do not fear,
This I hope you know.

Did you just pass away,
Like most people do,
Why do you stay,
Was life taken from you.

Was your life so tragic,
That your spirit will remain,
Just like a trick of magic,
Your form you can regain.

You might watch me at night,
But I never have seen you,
Will I recognize the sight,
As a face that I once knew.




Written by: Kelly Deschler

Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me",  themes- spiritual / gothic?


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FEELINGS

FEELINGS Why is it that feelings that are deepest Are the hardest to convey? When a dear friend passes on We rarely know what to say. We mumble and we mutter And give out heartfelt hugs To the mother and the father And the family that shrugs. Though deepest love is in our being And sorrow deeply felt We ne'er know what to say That's truly, fully meant. Why can't we say out loud What's really in our heart And pass along those words Before the grave we must depart? c ELR 2013


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Heaven, Where Love Enfolds

Twice I saw a glimpse of heaven in separate dreams.
In my youth, I saw a busy place with chariots and gold.
But recently, I looked down at heaven from a hill; my soul gleams.
There were small cottages on empty streets; there love did enfold.


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Isle of roses

Once before, I had walked down a red carpeted isle
to glimpse your solemn face, a memory forever mine.
Why fate had to be so vile,
I still can’t comprehend, and yet here I stand before your shrine.

I had thought of the future, of what lay ahead,
and it stung. I would tread an isle again,
without you. My supposed joyful day would be my dread.
My white gown would bear sorrow’s stain.

Still, I could envision it: beside a rocky shore,
in the rain, ravished by the wind, beneath a veil of thunder…
Would you have thought it foolish lore?
This fantasy and chase after nature’s wonder?

NO! You would also have seen it, wouldn’t you?
The ocean rising violently like a stampede of wild mustangs,
the wind racing for its destination: adventures new,
the heaven’s shower baring its fangs?

Or would you have had me trod in a valley
under crystalline dusk and precipices,
appearing unbroken, all smiles and glee,
along the isle of roses?


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It's There We Fare To Die

The dead red barn and dark dead shed, 
Betwixed and between we fare to die-- 
The broken windmill fills the fallow hill. 

In the never-ending wend of wind 
The salt-spray frays once-baited nets  -
We thus discuss the rough of sea 

Against men's centered strength of will-- 
This spill of will predictive still 
When man must conquer monster tourqoise blue, 

Wed by tempests true--to the red dead barn, 
The dead dark shed and fallow hill; 
Betwixed and between--it's there we fare to die. 



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Apocalypse

It was now a hard truth
Evil had reaped its fruits
The world is now made up of melted bodies
The result being of humankind's atrocities

Everywhere lies death
Nowhere can be seen health
Pollution thrives
Toxic wastes grow as bees in hives

Life was destroyed
To keep itself buoyed
Man built himself an arc
When there was no light, in the night's dark

But water ran through
And killed everyone, so true!
Now only remained dead skeletons
Floating around in millions

Harsh word indeed
Apocalypse is now the creed
The Lord was not worried
As they sowed, so have they reaped!


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The Tale of the Opium Tears

Eyes that cry in anguish, 
Uncertain and alone. 
Seeking some solution 
And searching for a home. 

When we used to play as kids, 
In contentment’s warm embrace, 
Was the smile I saw each day 
But a mask upon your face?  

Haunting memories past, 
Trapped in voracious pain. 
A chance to fill an empty heart, 
You push a needle in your vein. 

You become the living dead, 
But pain rises from its grave. 
The tortured mind seeks freedom, 
While the needle makes a slave. 

Each night you come and go, 
Looking worse for the wear. 
Life hangs by finest thread, 
To you it’s of no care. 

Everyone gives up on you, 
They say nothing can be done. 
Your tears have gone from hate to pain, 
To the tears of opium. 

Why escape the chains that hold so tight? 
Arms dependence is soothing bliss. 
Once you have had just one taste, 
You will crave the dragon’s kiss. 

A lost orphan in a cruel world 
Cast aside by your mother. 
The needle becomes one with your flesh, 
So death is now your lover.  


As you dance with the shadow of death, 
I wish I could stop the tragic harm; 
To the little girl who played with me, 
As she injects death into her arm. 

I’m afraid one day you won’t return 
From the misty eyed walk in the night. 
With your needle as your boarding pass, 
You go forth to take the Devil’s flight. 

No more pain left to feel, 
No more sights left to see; 
Nothing but vague memories 
Of my friend who played with me. 


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Buried Beneath Tulips

Sherry was a junkyard pup.
She loved to run and play.
A gift to me, lifted up.
A blessing came that day.

Down the play yard slide she slid.
She loved to roll in dirt.
Obedient. Never hid.
Played rough, but never hurt.

“Go find a stick.” my command.
We had fun at the park.
First I’d chase her, then she, me.
Her eyes had that spark.

My first dog at age nineteen.
Oh furry little ball.
Learned to count from one to ten.
She, a sad girl's cure-all -

My purebred German shepherd
Had purebred little pups.
Afterward we had her spayed.
She died, life's bitter cups.

© July 9, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member contest: Pick a Pet
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts


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The House On Fire

It has been standing here forlorn:
Now a burning house on fire;
None’s here to rush or shout for help:
There’s None for it a crier…

A gloomy place this has been
For past a year and score;
I’ve known this place since kidship days:
It never felt so sore.

What else can I but do,
Than watch and not respond—
I feel the attachment weighing me down
Now while I slouch in despond…

(Quick! Fetch some water—do someone—
I shall be its Crier—
But it burns with much vigor—
Flames are rising up higher)

It’s always stood separate from all,
In a state of mortal plight;
I never, ever before, saw it
Glowing thus, so bright..

…So, here I see a picture of 
How my thoughts could Clash,
And witness in silence now,
It’s disbanding to Ash… 


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Dark Woods CD

The Grim Reaper came to call But found I was not at home Skydiving in my freefall Below the reaper did roam While out white-water rafting With a frightening scythe he stood My demise he was planning Secrets held beneath his hood Upon the shore he waited As I fished in the ocean I knew my time was dated As he set wheels in motion He follows me all the time His presence I can’t ignore As through life’s journey I climb There’s so much left to explore He will come for me one day And there’ll be no turning back He’ll not find me in dismay As his scythe takes its whack Another soul he must claim And he knows that more will come Artists take their shot at fame As the Reaper beats his drum
*Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s “Because I Could Not Stop for Death” Entry for PD's "Dark Woods" contest


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Future Shock

Future Shock
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.

We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.

The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.

Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.


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Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



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Virgin

Sweet virgin, with the tenderest eyes,
We will burn together at the stake.
For all the dreams we tried to douse,
That have kept us both awake.

For I fell into your temptress arms,
Like a child falls into a well.
Like angels fall from the sky,
Like the innocent fall into hell.
 
Sweet virgin, with the tenderest lips,
And a smile that careens my soul.
We stand together before the crowd,
In a flame that swallows us whole.


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Why

Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay

with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief

with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find

a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?

Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?

for the Sandy Hook children.  RIP.


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I was Born for heavenly aim

Who said, a soldier was born to die?
Hitherto dose’nt prove hence who said why? 
Why do they yell and, do cry?
For a man who reached ample high!
Abode of eternity!
Heaven of infinity!

A soldier ,who live and die for the nation,
Is not a forgettable or midget creation,
He who died in this passionate passion,
Left a noted precedent of noble division,
Of his noble birth
For his nation worth,

In peace in war, who stand still, 
In rain,rage,rill,tempest,tornado,typhoon and fill,
His soul with a righteous will,
To bring back peace in country till,
Comes serenity,
Comes tranquility,

I’m a soldier, born to live, for heavenly aim,
Born to serve,defend, and earn eternal fame,
My life is reserved hence not lame,
Man of concrete, Soldier is my name,
Don’t matter, If I’d die,
Tell my mom not to cry,
Born to live,
Not to Die.

Written By
Mohammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
1136 am 14 June, 2014


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Soul Mate

One of us is already dead,
One of us is still living,
I can't get out of my head,
All the love you keep giving.

For one of us, our blood is cold,
For one of us, our blood is hot,
My life continues to unfold,
While you have begun to rot.

One of our hearts is still beating,
One of our hearts is now silent,
We have to wait, I keep repeating,
But, somehow you remain defiant.

Your soul will continue to roam,
Your soul mate will always be here,
Here, you shall always have a home,
So, please, please, just stay near.

I know that you are my soul mate,
I know that I am yours forever,
I promise we'll meet on a future date,
We are entwined, and that you cannot sever.


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Memories Beyond The Door

Can it be? After all this time?
In my dream I float through a home.
Here, where I left my soul without a shrine in grime.
This corridor... my heart turns to stone.

My feet won't turn around
nor will they stop at my bid.
My mind conforms to chaos, yet my body is sound.
I seem to be in some monotonous state of allure so timid.

The darkness illuminates the sorrow
of the disintegration I threw away, in vain.
I reach the door I locked years ago
and my panic boils at what I can't face again.

Behind the door would be all I lost.
Everything I left behind not to stagnate.
Now a haunting voice sings to melt the frost
of the decision I made in the countenance of fate.

To my horror I possess the key to the past.
The lock is rusted and welded, to  my relief.
Now I recognise the ghost's song, and joy is engulfed fast...
Memories erupt... I remember... I murdered her in grief...




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Untimely Death

It came to me that night to take me to its home
But indeed it appeared just a little too late
For when it showed up, I had already packed and gone
And I had previously arrived at its place


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Faces of Lonliness

A soldier breathing his last breath

A scarred wife left behind

A father-less son now contemplating death

A son-less father losing his mind


                             ~Christopher Thor Britt


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Horror From The Skies

When our own planes were commandeered
And used against our own,
Three thousand good folks met their deaths
On that first day alone.

These fathers, mothers, husbands, wives
Were innocent of wrong.
We watched in horror as they died
And had reactions strong.

Attacks on these United States
Cannot go unavenged.
Decade of war and villain's death,
We now feel we've revenged.

Our way of life was tipsy-turned,
In ways we couldn't know
On that horrendous, deadly day
Eleven years ago.

January 12, 2013


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Eye For An Eye (Duet With Kristy De La Keur)

I'm in the house all alone.
 (She is no where near alone in this house.)
I hear the ringing of the phone.
 (And believe me its not just a mere mouse.)

I answer, but oddly there is no one there.
 (Not even a dial tone, will she hear on the line.)
I think this is more than the average scare.
 (When this is over, not even her body, they'll find.)

I hang up and turn around, eyes open wide.
 (My decaying corpse I shall let her see.)
I realize suddenly I'm trapped inside.
 (Tell whomever you want, but no one will believe.)

Even though I'm locked inside, I still try to flee.
 (I slam the door, there is no escape here!)
Oh why, oh why won't this ghost let me free?
 (Oh how I love the smell of her fear!)

Oh Lord I wish I could take back that night.
 (She should never have been drinking.)
When I ran her down in drunken delight.
 (What was wrong with her, what was she thinking?)

I got out of the car to see what I had hit.
 (I lay on the road a crumpled heap.)
In my stupor I pick her up so I can take her to a fresh dug pit.
 (She throws me carelessly in the back of her Jeep.)

I now see for the wrong I've done I MUST make amend.
 (Breathing hard with sweat beading on her forehead.)
I grab my chest as my life suddenly comes to an end.
 (Eye for an eye we're even now that she too, is dead.)






For the Duo's Game, Thanks John Loving III for tapping us!!! Sandra Hudson & Sami
Al-Khahili, You both are next!


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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.


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The Baby Fawn

A baby fawn leaps into the meadow,
I hold my breath and try not to scare.
I watch in beauty as she grazes,
And smile as she becomes aware.

She stares at me intensley,
Eyes deep with young innocence.
She slowley goes back to her grazing,
Her ears flickering to my presence.

She takes a sip from the stream,
Before she frolicks toward the trees.
She looks back at me one last time,
Then hops through the autumn leaves.

An emptyness sets inside me,
For now the fawn is gone,
Left out all on her own,
To defend herself towards harm.

To know i can't protect her,
Sets my stomach in unease.
But I tell myself she's happy,
As free as the flowing breeze.

Because sometimes to hold on,
Can hurt the one you love,
And even the sadness of her being gone,
She will be pain free from up above.


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Unholy Treasure

In cages, vaults, and treasure chests,
behind an oaken door well barred
lay pearls and diamonds, amethysts,
and once live things, which he had scared.

Oh yes, he loved them all to death
in cages, vaults and treasure chests
even those who had lost their breath
were mauled, caressed and had no rest.

Each doll-like corpse now sat as guest 
within the horror chamber's store
in cages, vaults and treasure chests
upon silk cushion on the floor.

One day he'd die and lie entombed  
draped with jewels without protest
in this vault where specters loomed
in cages, vaults and treasure chests.


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Upper Hand

Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.

And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.

Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.

In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.


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When Death Comes

When death comes what would you do?
I  will  say  my  time  is not due,
Come back for I`m still in my prime,
Care for my kids I need more time.

When to give up , I have no clue
When death comes what would you do?
I would  go on my knees to  pray,
To leave loved ones is no child`s play.

Saying goodbye will cause much pain
though it`s been rough, but I`m still sane,
When death comes what would you do?
Just like two extremes ,pain and joy cannot glue.

I  appeal to you to go for my lovely foe,
though my  hatred for mankind is so low,
I still have a picture in my heart which I drew,
When death comes what would you do?


 


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ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.


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Forever Be With You

So many years of memories
they gather here for me
Each time I come to visit you
your spirit sets them free

The silence here is so profound
my thoughts so clear and true
Perspectives are in harmony     
there all in tune with you

I wish that I could turn back time
and hold you once again
To run my fingers through your hair
and see your lovely grin

I long for days so long ago
when we were young at heart
We couldn’t know a day would come
when we would be apart

One day My Love I’ll come to stay
forever be with you
We’ll walk  in places yet unknown
the sadness we’ll undo


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Scorched Earth

Raindrops now fall from a coal black sky
Tears of the stars that are hidden from sight;
They weep over Earth and the actions of Man
That turned sunny days into eternal nights.

Their planet was scorched; all life is gone,
The concept of peace consumed by Man's pride.
War never ceased, for hate could not rest
Until all the haters--and lovers--had died.

No wonder we aliens never once spoke.
Quarrelsome humans are no better than beasts
Fighting for resources and material gain...
Do such selfish creatures deserve sweet relief?

How fitting the humans destroyed their own home
So that they could not spread their needless pain
To the peace-filled worlds beyond their Earth.
Proof that Creator God is sane.



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A Moment of Silence

A moment of silence
Reflection of heart
Feelings so intense
So sour and tart

A moment of silence
Stiffening of life
Feelings so tense
So full of strife

A moment of silence
Surviving of souls
Feelings on the fence
As the bell tolls

A moment of silence
For all those lost
Feelings so immense
And for what cost?


February 2010


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Atrophy

I sigh my song of loss
Profound sense of frustration
At your hair now brittle and coarse
Which fuels my sense of desolation

You’ve been old my whole life
But strong in belief – and mind
Never guessed it could come to this
Or that I’d possess thoughts this unkind

Horrified by suffering
Amazed by the little things
Your paper-thin delicate skin
Each revelation acts like bee stings

Malignant emotions
Swollen with a sense of shame
Loved ones try to absorb your pain
Yet I’m searching for someone to blame

Ocean frost in my heart
I clutch to such small details
Firm grip or large blue eyes open
Former comfort of my hometown fails

May 5 you turned 95
Autumn has moved to winter
When did I last see my Grandma?
Easter Monday: for that I’m bitter

Church associations
Are hard for me to accept
Just like cellular atrophy
It represents what I wish to reject


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The St Bartholomew's Day Massacre

Oh bloody and evil Catherine de Medici. The queen has acted impetuously. Thousands have died because of her demands. Witness her red bloodstained hands. A wedding is a time of joy and jubilation. Instead, there is death and devastation. She thought the Huguenots would seek retaliation. It started with an attempted assassination. An attempt was made on Admiral Gaspard de Coligny. He led the Huguenot protestant party. Catherine took some Machiavellian action. She wanted to eradicate this rebellious faction. There had been widespread death throughout the land before. Peace brought an end to civil war. Margaret de Valois had married Henry of Navarre. Once again, hostility permeated the air. Killing spread from Paris to the countryside. In just a few months, thousands had died. No bloodier episode had ever been seen. The culpable party was the evil queen. I thank Wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.


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free cee CURSED IF NOT TAKEN FIRST dedicated to my mom who left me 18 months ago

CURSED IF NOT TAKEN FIRST

‘Tis this stand I and swear to thee
Before she goes Lord please take me
That these eyes of mine born of blue
Not see the day when I curse you

She may not want now to stay
But first, beg I, take me away
Wherever bound that I may be
Please my Lord, first take me

Spare me the loss of a woman whose inner beauty shone
A lady unlike most or many grown
Forgiveness was her credo known
And pray thee I……..leave me not alone

Please cause not a rift far too wide
That my disdain shall not abide
My soul seeks solace by you, my Lord
But losing her is a price I cannot afford

So raise not an anger within me
That her son’s belief no longer be
So before her death be your decree
Please, my Lord, first take me
© 2012  copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
(words written in honor of a woman, my mom, Mrs. Rita Cohan, whose grace preceded her, and whose kindness was widely known)



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Just One Drink

Here I am, it all ends here
Just because he had a beer
"Be careful hon" my mother said
And because of him, I'll soon be dead

Never did I down a drink
But the pressure made me think
Just one drink, it couldn't hurt
But I chose water in all it's worth

Apparently he chose the same 
But too soon, he sank in vein
Just one drink was all he thought
One fun night was all he sought

Oh his car, it sped so fast
And then it hit with one large blast
My mind it raced among all things 
The pain it brought the sharpest stings

There I saw my body lay
And from about I heard him say
"Oh no what have I done 
It was just one drink, was only one"

Pinned between his car and mine
Layed a life on the line
Just because he choose to drink
For the rest of you, please choose to think 

Save a mother from all her tears
Take away a fathers fears
Spare a family all the pain
Save a life, hold the rain


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A Note Left Behind (to a Son)

I was born underwater with lungs oversized,
With gills immature in a world full of smog,
I'm filling petition to be cauterized,
And end other chapter in life’s fragile log.

I was born black and white with extremities gray,
The plaintiff accuses what I might hide,
It's nothing but SOUL constantly at play,
With spoonfuls of turquoise rolling down off life's slide...

Implosion of rainbows will probably be
The cause of my passing unknown and alone.
When thrown overboard and deep into sea
I'll finally return to my home long time gone...

I've moved in a place with no windowless chamber,
Where time has no meaning and waiting is painless,
If I had any hopes, I swear - don't remember...
And don't recognize him, his sorrow is senseless.

I have died underwater, reborn in blue nights,
Don't need oxygen to play with the whales.
Remember when watching those great Northern Lights
That Mother is smiling behind Nature’s veils.


for Constances contest "Mother"


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Catharsis

The mushroom cloud stunk up the smog,
And milled the metal into the ground.
We were left with all our hairs blown off,
Soot black, standing without a sound.

All of the earth was madly aflame,
Like the wick of a thick, drooping candle.
People were pulling their skin off of the pavement,
As you grinned with the pride of a vandal.

We stood alone, like Adam and Eve,
Like Noah after the Flood.
When they all died out, you kissed my forehead, 
And parted the sea of blood.

Then you took my mangled hand in yours,
And we walked beyond the gloom.
You had held the gaze of my vulnerable eyes,
And all you said was, “Boom.”


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My Dog named Shiva

My dog, named Shiva

I had a dog, named Shiva
So very long ago
Then one day I did grieve her
The tears how they did flow

We used to walk for miles
Us two, Shiva and I
Oh how she fills my heart with smiles
As the days they pass me by

My Shiva she took ill one day
My best friend she did die
My days oh, how they turned so grey
As in death she did lie

A dog is such a wonder
Mans best friend he be
My heart it felt like thunder
I was in such misery

When I was sad and miserable
So loving she would be
Oh, Shiva was so wonderful
I adored her endlessly.

17 November 2014


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She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
  
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife


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The Worst Morning AFter


I awoke the morning after And remembered I must be strong The pain came again like lightning How did it go so very wrong? I am no stranger to discomfort My heart often bruised and torn Today the worst I must endure Of these trials character is born.. I thought to hold you in my arms And kiss your newborn face But away you flew with angel's wings Leaving only a bonnet of pink lace....


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Fear

I held back when I could have gone forward 
Since I was a child I felt cornered and tortured
And every attempt to change was a bluff, since
On my hands and feet I put the heavy cuffs –
Because of fear

I said ‘yes’ many times when I could have said ‘no’
What my life would have been like I will never know
I remained seated when I could have stood up
I willingly lapped up the poison oozing from my death cup –
Because of fear

I went left when I should have gone right, and 
I shut my eyes when they should have been open wide
I smiled silently when I should have cried, and although 
I have not met my death yet, many times I died –
Because of fear


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More

Am I nothing more
Than an ominous date
A wisp of genetic wonder
A curse of conscious fate
Behold the burden
Nestled in newborn hair
Innocent eyes etched
Into life's coarse lair
Is there nothing more
Than this tactile plight
Torn tears of birth’s bliss
My fingers weep sight
Is she nothing more 
Than death’s deciduous seed
Baptized by superstition  
Comfort’s posthumous need
Who will hold her
When my embers grow cold
The walls of winter creep closer
And the silence grows bold
What have I done
This curse that I share
Too buried to breathe
Too naked to bare
How can I tell her
Forever stalks our door
That there is no tomorrow
For life is nothing more


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Abandoned Nest

Premature gosling, broken from the egg,
gasp for breath in primordial refuse.
Blindly search for your absent mother’s leg;
shiver until death’s caress sets you lose.


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OH MUM

Oh Mum:
Oh mum I’m so sorry I have to send  this to you
You never wanted me to go, but I am not one of the few
Oh mum, remember when you kissed away my pain
I wish you could do that once more - yes again.

I’m so sorry mum on the day we did part
I remember your bravery even though I’d broken your heart.
The noise and the wet here and the terrible smell
I never believed your teachings of hell…

But I now know there is hell on earth
I’m here for a while for what it is worth
Remember when I had a stick for a gun
We played at war as children, it was such great fun.

I wanted to be a hero or soldier at best
A hero with a gun, and bullet proof chest…
You soothed and cajoled but I never did change
Oh mum how I wish this wasn’t so strange…

Remember when you wiped away my secret tears
I was angry you saw back then I had fears.
The rain is mingling mum, with tears running now
If only you could wipe them from me, someway, somehow.

The stench is overpowering the noise is intense
The bombs all around, dead men hung on razor-wire fence.
The death and destruction is all around 
I’m floating and falling my thoughts do abound.

Oh mum, I wish I had listened to you
The glory I thought would be mine - and yours too
Be proud of me mum but I feel so helpless and small
I am not sure now- but I think I will fall.

 I love you mum and I remember it well
The storms after dad died but you managed so well
You did a good job that’s what I like to think
You saw me through boyhood, manhood and drink.

I am here mum, I signed up I know I left you that day
I thought it would be fun like when I used to play
Here is death and destruction, and I don’t want you to read this
But I must say good-bye mum, your love I do miss.

The kisses you gave, you never did falter.
You watched over me, and I think I did alter...
I came to this war a man, I never realised the boy was still there mum
Today mum my last; I am your frightened little son.

My fears are now that without me, will you cope?
Without me mum - there is no false hope
I love you so much more everyday
But it’s time to say goodbye and I feel today is that day….

I wrote this after doing my family tree and found one of my great Uncles, the only one of thirteen siblings signed up and went to WWW1, not needing to do this as they were farmers. He died in the last week in France

©GG 18/07/2012


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A Cry From a Broken Heart

A broken heart can happen
to anyone at any age.
Mine came just when our lives were poised
to turn another page.
Twenty years of love and marriage
with three children almost grown.
We were looking forward to a life
with the two of us alone.

We had planned a short vacation
without a single child in tow.
Though invited they had plans with friends 
and didn’t want to go.
We would celebrate the 4th with them
and my birthday seven-seven.
Our July anniversary was coming, 
anticipation was a given.

The morning of July 4th he brought
my coffee to my bed.
I was off to work for a few hours.
“Hurry home,” was all he said.
I was finishing up the bookwork,
without a single worry.
The phone rang. I thought it would be he,
just urging me to hurry. 

His friend had made the phone call
and he wouldn’t tell me why.
He said I must come to the hospital,
hung up the phone without goodbye.
A doctor was waiting for me
to tell me my love was dead.
My head spun and I fainted
without hearing all he said.

I don’t know why God took him
just before our holiday
or why my love was buried on 
my forty-fourth birthday.
A lifetime of loving dreams condensed
to brief report in this short  rhyme.
That’s how I know a broken heart
can come at any age or time.






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Master of Life and Death

I killed a mosquito and watched it die in agony
Choice-less action; I had to commit this felony
Slow death, a wing broken, tiny body crushed
Legs entangled; no tears, I didn`t even blush

Life`s not a gift, the price is paid in blood
It will be taken and get mixed up with mud
We eat and eat until eventually we are eaten
No winners in this game, we`ll all be beaten

My soul is heavy with the things I`ve seen
Feels like for eons on this earth I`ve been
Ready to pay my fee, I`m standing on the shore
Come, collect your fee, I wish to play no more 


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THE MAGNIFICENT TALENT OF RASTAFARI

Rastafari certainly was a young man of magnificent talent indeed...
He praised God, as Abraham did, in his chant and dance with true glee,
Bob Marlyn and Peter Posh helped him become a raggae star;
some folks thought he was crazy with those long, braided hair.


Since ninenteen-seventy when hippies abounded,
and revolted against the American Government with protest...
Rastafari wrote great songs of many themes for the oppressed
and poor who were denied civil liberties in their own land.


Listen to those songs, feel the vibrant beat in the his unique music
and walking in his shoes you can sing with him and become his friend,
because Rasatfari dreamed of seeing all peoples embrace around the troubled world...
has he died in vain or left an indelible legacy for those adoring his everlasting beat?


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Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life.
Famine comes upon black horse 
fillin the gullet o’ Deaythe’s strife.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life
Power swings War’s blood red swuird
the weak an’ the old suffice.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life.
Conquest raises mighty bow
crownin’ Kings with rare delight.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s just the price o’ life
on pale horse the banshee rides
binna matter what your fief.

In deayth we fertilize the field
Life is aw an’ Deaythe's real.

*In the style of Robert Burns


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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Ophelia


O luckless maid! such beauteous 
blush with modest blandishments 
did'st flash to woo a Prince 
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp! 

Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish, 
true love was the hapless prey, 
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd 
in the Dane's misguided sway. 

It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy, 
death thy only destination, 
borne by rippling river's eddy 
to thy final resting place. 


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Little John

As little John went out to play
On a warm, beautiful, and sunny day
He heard his mother to him say
"I love you, my little John."

And then quite tall her Johnny grew
His graduation cap he threw
She said "My son, I say adieu, 
and I love you, my little John."

He visited her in the town of St. Beth
Around her wrapped the arms of death
She uttered with her final breath
"I love you, my little John..."


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The Greatest Gift

I sadly wear a crown of thorn
Upon the cross I am lifted
To this end was I born
Repentance, I have gifted.


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Alone

My mortality is speaking
Breaking words over my bed
A cracked ceiling for comfort
Speckled reflections unsaid

My mortality is speaking
Undaunted and unknown
Days numbered for posterity 
Chiseled into nameless stone

My mortality is speaking
Conspicuously confined
Patiently plodding
Stalking a paralyzed mind

My mortality is speaking
Breaking silence with death
Blinking in affirmation
This is my last breath


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A Woeful Family 2K12

Herein the throes of our family's tragedy,
Herein our woeful daze, we're not the defeated
Nor victors; Simply the bearer's of tragedy.
Yes, Jonas was here; Thence we're the cheated.


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Do, Does

I told you to ask her does she love me
But I didn’t know that you do
Had I known this to be true
I might have fell in love with you

I told you to ask her does she love him
I hated to think what they could do
Had you told me then we would have been through
And then I’m sure I’d have fallen in love with you

I told you to ask him does he love her
I felt so bad I didn’t know what to do
But you couldn’t hurt me and said it wasn’t true
You lied for them and kept my love from you


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What is my purpose

day dusk dawn
sun moon earth
when i'm gone
what i'm worth


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Finally, Rest!

Finally! Rest!
Beneath gray stones I lay.
Will Heaven call?
Or will hell have its way?

Will I sleep now,
in peaceful state this night?
Put here I was
by my hand to no delight
to still chilled world
from those who held cruel cheer.
Who'll gather now?
Whose heart will shatter here?

Eternal place,
I've nothing left to save.
Don't cry for me!
I'm happy in my grave.


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Graveyard at Night

Into the graveyard I walk all alone Save the spirits that follow me at times The gravestones show dates that are very old Seems the church saw me and begins its chimes All at once the ground does begin to shake And up the ghosts and spirits come to fright They scare me nearly to death, fly at me My fellow spirits join them with their might I run and hide behind an old dead tree But the owl gives up my true whereabouts And they all plow right through my lost being Fear brings out my soul and I start to shout I’m torn from my body, flowing around They now force me into the ground alright Into the depths of hell to burn always Because I entered the graveyard at night
Russell Sivey


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THIS HOUSE OF MINE

This house of mine is getting old;
Its paint is chipped and peeling. 
The roof has leaks, the chimney leans,
And there are cracks across the ceiling.

Foundation's gone, the floor sags
Almost beyond repair.
This house of mine is falling down,
But, somehow, I don't care. 

This house has been subjected to
Abuse in many forms.
It stood the test for years and years,
And has weathered countless storms.

This house of mine is property
On which I can't improve.
This house of mine is getting old,
But, soon, I'm going to move.


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The Royal Promenade, from The Secret of Ravelston, a novel

Everything that Jane could see beyond the gate
was dried up and dead, 
everything 
as far as she could see!  

The lofty trees had all their leaves, 
but they were black and withered. 
The once graceful branches 
were tangled and twisted.  

There was no living thing in sight, 
not even birds flew above the inert land.  
Only the wind was heard by Jane, 
and nothing else!  

And permeating all of it, 
was a foul odor of rot and death.
“How can this be?” 
she asked  herself, 

“Only a gate apart, 
a single wall away, 
there is such abundant life, 
and here all is dead.”  

“There is no incident of nature that could have caused this!” 
It couldn’t have been a drought, she thought, 
for it had rained the night before, 
nor could it have been a fire.  	

The earth was dead below her feet 
and also all which was above it.  
Yet, she could not help but see,  
the beauty of the shape of the sprawling landscape—

The carefully trimmed and winding bushes, 
the newly planted flower beds, 
the elegantly lined and soaring oaks and pines 
which once adorned the royal Promenade.  

They were all dead, though.   
As if a furious ghost had passed above this place at its full prime, 
and smothered in one instant all its life, 
and left it still and desolate.  


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Terror Within

Trying to make sense of senseless murders...


among the flock there seem to be
a few without remorse
they want their name for all to see
no matter what the course

so silently they await the day
they've planned down to the minute
misfortune soon has it's way
with the poor souls caught up in it

and families left to grieve alone
while a killer still remains
with empty eyes and face of stone
he most certainly is insane

but deep within his twisted mind
lies coherence with evil purpose
psychopaths aren't well-defined
yet another will surely surface


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The Fallen


The sun hung low
over the valleys girth,
ready to enter 
the bosom of the earth.

Dust rose up
into the blood red sky,
a line of horses
moved as if to fly.

At the end of the forest
they hastily turned,
towards the enemy 
as they firmed.

Then at a gallop
they approached,
man and horse
lives to be poached.

Swords glinted as they
were sharply raised,
towards the enemy 
they came unfazed.

With a sickening thud 
they fell in the mud,
as they were mowed
and death was sowed.

Horses and me just
floundered about,
some did scream 
and others did shout.

Crimson breath bubbled
as they lay huddled,
horsemen now rested
for they had been tested.

Medics attended 
as others commended,
at a charge that was 
supposedly splendid.

Horsemen stood before 
their wounded steeds,
and put an end 
to their heroic deeds.





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Mother Earth

I’ve heard people say you are a sentient being
And I’m still deprogramming that Roman Empire nightmare
So tell me Mother Earth how we can begin communication
And in regards to us disillusioned beings, do you even care?

My first instinct is to tell you that I’m sorry
Then I realize that’s my old programming about a judge
My mother would never make me feel I was a mistake
With grace and dignity she would give me time to rise above

With my disconnected delusions, how could I honor you?
And is that what any of this is even about?
With the death of my propaganda which way do I now go?
As an unknowing child I ask, can you help me out?

I can’t believe anything I’ve heard in English these 43 years
So now I’m going over the heads of all authorities
If there’s anyone who wouldn’t lie to me, it’s mother
If I open my heart to you, could you tell me something please?

My precious dog’s recent death and my acknowledgement of her value
Who I love equal to myself with the most tender innocence
This thought now in my head about hierarchies and ridiculous judgments
Perhaps the timing of this lesson is no coincidence?


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free cee A DAD AND A DOVE WHO DIED WHEN THEIR MATE DID i miss you dad

This was written in 2009.....I never gave it to him:

IF ONLY I HAD BEEN MORE LIKE HIM

A man of infinite intellect told me to start thinking about thinking
And believe me that his is indisputable intelligence
The only problem is too much of the time I am thinking about drinking
Or doing the distinctly dishonest thing with duly deemed diligence

So I decided to write these words for no good reason at all
The only reason for scribing this is because I felt it was what I was supposed to do
I’ve discovered it’s difficult to think when you’re banging your head on a wall
And thinking about doing the right thing, to me, is a concept too brand new

So I am sitting here thinking about thinking with dedication
Yet with perseverance I am perceiving the dark and the dim
This man of infinite intelligence spoke words with an important implication
And I am also thinking about my father and how advantageous it would be if I were more like him
Jeff!
Too late now, sadly


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Orphan part II

At last I pulled away from her,
As she still sat gawkily on my bed.
She caught my arm as I tried to evade
The wanton hurt of the unsaid. 

"I care little for your person," she muttered, indifferently,
"I care even less for the sea."
"I came back just to ensure how unhappy
I knew you’d always be."

My hands soon found her neck,
And squeezed the blue out from her eyes.
She didn’t bother to resist;
So calm she was, so unsurprised. 

Then I took her upon my shoulder,
And rode her out into the bay.
To bury that temptress Siren,
Before she led me astray.

Her eyes flicked open as she sunk downward,
And she watched me, like sentient debris.
And mouthed, "I’ll be back again, you know—
When you think at last you’re free."


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Magnets

Free falling,
your ex is calling
You’re just stalling,
watch life falling.

Life is magnetic,
love turns kinetic
Her chest is synthetic,
her body magnetic.

Drugs help you smile
life’s not really worthwhile
Breathing’s out of style
on your face is death’s smile.


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I Am a Lullaby

I am a lullaby,
soft, silk sheets surrounding your ears,
such a lullaby
that sways the mind to halt its gears.

I am a lullaby,
the pill your heart swallows to fall asleep,
such a lullaby
that makes Death sing when it comes to reap.


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Lit

You wake in the midst of an inferno!
In a flash your body bursts into flame.
How could you not awake before this?
You were reading under the cover by sterno.

You go into shock and then euphoria.
Death creeps in and waits with folded wings.
He seems like an old friend, just the two of you.
From the distance someone singing “alleluia”. 

You lose all your senses but anxiety.
Turning to him you falter…. quietly.
Peacefully serene, you accept the extreme.
You enter the gate to immortality.

© Charles Henderson
For Brian's 2 to 14 contest


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Letter to Mum and Dad

Letter to Mum and Dad

Dear Mum, Dear Dad, you're gone from my life.
I remember you now as a good husband and wife.
Dad, I saw you lay there. Lifeless, quite still.
The shocks that they gave you, zapped at my will.

When I touched you, your body, still warm, lips blue.
A far cry from the father, the man I once knew.
Your cheeks in contrast, stood out, quite bold.
Your hand I touched. That memory I hold.

Mum, I never saw you, when you passed away.
You were alone in your bed, so it's for you that I pray.
I remember you most, for the love that you gave me.
Always caring, never judging, I wished I could save thee.

Now that you're gone, I don't feel alone.
You're the best parents in life, this child could have known.
So it's with you in memory, my life has begun.
I remain as always, your ever loving son.


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(PART 2 of 2) Where the Sky is Black, And the Cold Wind Blows...

A new chance has blossomed
Til the police pull up
She ain't feelin' too awesome
And her mind is made up

Chance to confess
To drop to her knees
But she's under all this stress
And she runs with the breeze

With a click and a blast
She screams her last breath
Chance for redemption at last
But she still chose death

Not a single angel sings
As she walks up to the gate
She wonders if she'll get wings
Or if damnation is her fate

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

All the mourners stand back 
As she's buried with a rose
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...

So if life hands you trouble
You have to think twice
Or you could die bleeding in the rubbel
Payin' your high price

You could have a knife pulled on you
Or a bullet in the head
But we all know one thing is true
You could end up dead

You better remember this girl
All the s*** she went through
Don't let your life unfurl
Or your soul could be due

Life comes with pain
And life comes with tears
But don't hop on that train
To run away from your fears

Remember this crazy train
Is on a rickety track
And once you enter the wrong lane
There ain't no turnin' back

I know this 'cause I've walked on the path
I held this girls hand in the dreams I once had
Now I stand back looking at the aftermath
I'm lucky I lived, but it's hard to say I didn't like doin' the bad

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

One of these days you might need to think back
To this little girl's last night of woe
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...


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Friend

I stood before truth
Unsure of what to say
Shadowed by life’s absence
The martyred words of May
Why didn’t we speak
If only to taste a spring day
To rejoice in a warm glimpse
Of winter’s interrupted fray
I still have the pictures
Framed by years of neglect
Too dusty to fondly recall
Too painful to reflect
I only wished to hold you
To bask in your pride
To hear my name spoken
As if truth never lied
I stood before him
Knowing this was the end
That my father had left me
And I wasn’t even his friend


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SLIPPING AWAY

SLIPPING AWAY As I arrive at the house, I see he's nodded off in his chair A blanket wrapped around him, his chin resting on his chest His sparse hair is all mussed, his tea has gone cold I wonder should I wake him, or leave him to rest. As his daily caregiver, I see he's not had a good night He'll want tea when he wakes, forgetting the one past I go to the kitchen and start the kettle boiling again Nurse gives me an update, he's slipped more since the last. So I sit by his side and listen to his shallow breathing I wonder what he's dreaming, his life captured in frames He's lived a long life, but no family for comfort in his last days Maybe he dreams of his friends, does he remember their names? He wakes with a start, he doesn't know me at first Then he remembers and smiles, and reaches for my hand I get up to kiss him good morning and smooth down his hair Are his thoughts here today, or will he be off in some far away land? He asks for a hot tea, then says he'd like a buttered scone I smile, for I know he's aware when he says, "Thank you, dear Gwen." But he brings me up short when he asks, "Am I dying, am I slipping away?" I answer him gently: We're all dying, dear Al, but we don't know just when. © ELR 2013 (Story of a hospice caregiver and patient) (Names have been changed for the purpose of this piece)


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Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


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The Day Dad Planned His Funeral

They said you needed surgery.
You said 'There's business I must do.'
I drove you to the funeral home.
The arrangements were for you.

I had to wait outside that day.
I couldn't go in there.
I don't know how you made those plans.
You showed how much you cared.

You knew you wouldn't make it.
You feared the end was near.
I hate what your life did to you.
I wish you were still here.

How do you plan your funeral? 
Were you as scared as I? 
What were your thoughts heading to the docs? 
Did you know that you would die? 

If I could turn back time and say
the things I'd like to say, 
I'd say 'I love you' and 'I'll miss you.'
'I wish that you could stay! ' 


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The Blackbird

The blackbird’s footprints seemed to trace
The footpath to the resting place
Through the bright new layer of snow
They led the way, showed where to go.

They laid your baby in the ground
A tiny heart that made no sound
I scattered earth and shed a tear
Scared and lonely, wracked with fear.

For two weeks before we’d tied your hair
With a band from mine as you lay aware
Things would never be the same
A tiny being would have no name.

I never saw you cry that day
So I hid my sadness as I walked away
I saw the blackbird that day too
Wise eyes watching, I think he knew.

The year is new, joy may it bring
As Winter changes into Spring
And when dragonflies dart in the sun
I’ll  think about your little one.


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Butterflies

One by one we gather round
to say our last goodbyes…
The memories of so many days
bring teardrops to our eyes

This life we shared was far too short
the years went by so fast…
The troubles that you faced in life 
thank God, they’re gone at last

With grateful hearts we stand as one
to see you on your way…
We know you’re In a better place
and that you’re free today

Those clouds that came and blocked the sun
no longer in the sky…
Today you’re chasing butterflies
they’re teaching you to fly…


All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013


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Going home

I sink into plushness
Of soft silky lushness
Of dreamy round clouds
Of angel veiled shrouds

I fly up to meet 
The Man in the street
The rich golden hue
Underneath my soft shoe

I fall down to find
The One of a kind
The Beauty within
The resplendent skin

I reach up to grasp
With deaths’ last gasp
The Hand held to me
As the Man sets me free


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A Found Man 2K12

There no longer staggers "The Broken Man",
A higher power called upon his number,
On June Twelfth, fate rendered him a found man;
Long last a tired body found its slumber.


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Tonight I Cry

I search for you, every night
While darkness envelops me
To find your face in starry light
Death has set your spirit free

My hollowed eyes fill with tears
As I explore the dark for you
Memories flow from many years
The life we lived floods through

Stretch my hand into the sky
To touch your ghostly face
My fingers tremble, I start to cry
A vision floating, I must trace

This quiet dance, a purposed cause
To hold your love so tight
Know your gone, a life to pause
This fragile heart I fight

A nightly scene of loneliness
This death I can not flee
To fill the void of emptiness
Your face with tears I see

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Letting Go


When done with the effort of breathing And living more trouble than it's worth Disappear into the perfect blue night Far removed from your trials on earth Safe and peaceful, no hint of pain Bathed in the warm depths of love Embrace the purity of nothingness Sail, sail away on the wings of the dove


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Dancing Devil

Born in a desert, on hopeless, arid land
Whirling in a coat made of dirt and sand
A life of continuous rotation, movement
Eventual self destruction, no improvement

Polarity of high and low, a vitalizing condition
Hot air rising, spinning, destroying any inhibition
Bumping, scraping particles become electric
Causing damage on the way; a hectic skeptic

Life in a flash; it begins, and it`s already ending 
But till then, earth with heaven is connected
Picking up pieces and debris of broken dreams
Constructing illusory towers built on wind-beams

Twisted twister, whistling, whining, humming
Thunderous deep rumbling becoming unbecoming
Dance devil, dance, your time is soon ending
Blow yourself out; the end will come as a blessing



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Death

I find I am not afraid of my own death
It may be that it is really my friend 
Ready to intervene when needed
Relief that life must ultimately send


An amazing moment in infinite time
Of the earth, then the night time sky
My friend gently beckons to me
This relationship I can not deny

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Man's Best Friend

Emerging from the downtown hardware store I saw a strange funeral procession Two black limo hearses were at the front Then walked a man without expression The man had a shaggy dog on a leash A long string of people followed him All of these people were in single file That’s why I addressed the man on a whim “Forgive me for asking; I’m curious” “What type funeral procession is this”? My wife’s in the lead hearse; my dog killed her When she Bi*ched at me, he just went amiss But I see there are two hearses up front Alas, my mother-in-law was killed too When she tried to help my wife, he killed her Once my dog got mad, I knew they were through I thought for a minute; then spoke real low “I have a strange request, if you don’t mind” “Is there a chance I could borrow your dog”? Well sure, but you have to go get in line


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For John Ecklin

I've buried a brother.
I've buried a father, a mother.
Into the ground have gone aunts 
and uncles at one time or another.

Friends I have lost by the score.
Seems there could not be any more.
But every day it wears my brain sore,
realizing who will never again grace my door.

Best friends are by name defined.
They only come once in two lives affined.
If one leaves, no one steps up as if assigned.
The empty spot forever seems that way designed

My best friend is now no more.
He surely is waiting on some far shore.
Which will be shown to me when I'm no more.
A new world, where for eternities we can explore.

John and Teany left a hole in my heart allowed only to friends.  


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Maybe 2 2K11

Perhaps it's I that's too fearful to give?  
Perhaps it's I that's not a content guy?  
Perhaps it's I that's too fearful to live?  
Perhaps it's I that's too fearful to die?


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Imagine You're There

Close your eyes and imagine you're there
You're naked and shaved as they stand and stare
Watching your loved ones herded away
As you await your fate, it's their lies that say

Earlier that day we disembarked from the train
We're in a place called Auschwitz in the pouring rain
An unfamiliar smell hangs in the air
This feeling I get, is of total despair

We enter a building where clothes and shoes lie in mounds
On the periphery of me I hear screaming sounds
Families, fathers mothers daughters and sons
In our Hebrew tongue, why are we the chosen ones

We exit this building and enter another
Where we are told to remain calm and await our shower
No water is felt as the quietness delivers
Motionless some lie, as I await my deathly shiver


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Ophelia


O luckless maid! such beauteous 
blush with modest blandishments
did'st flash to woo a Prince
o'erthrown, in madness' grasp!

Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish,
true love was the hapless prey,
Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd
in the Dane's misguided sway.

It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy,
death thy only destination,
borne by rippling river's eddy
to thy final resting place.


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Stairway Home

Today you walked the stairway home
your journey here  complete…
Heaven’s doors were opened wide
and loved ones you did meet

The angels smiled as you walked by
no tears were in their  eyes…
An entourage from heaven’s throne
I'm sure you were surprised


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In a Different Dream

I awoke this morning
In this UK land
Where people went about
Their daily plan

Someone else awoke
In a different dream
All he left behind
Were silent screams

His twin brother
Their Solicitor at work
A colleague, a friend
What lit this spark

His rampage continued
From village to village
Hindsight, gun sight
Leaden pillage

Many others perished
To this mind from 
The flick of a switch
His internal bomb

Then the inevitable
To a wooded covering
Can't face the music
No guilty hearing

Once again
There's the ones left behind
Who have to unravel
This man from mankind



America and Finland have seen recent events on a tragic scale.
The UK has in the past seen such events also with Hungerford
and the children in Dunblane. Sadly we see it once again.



May his soul ROT in HELL.



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php






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Loving Memory

Our death on earth is our birth to the next
The process getting to the next can be difficult 
Troubled be not
Helping hand of our Lord Eternal God, Father Christ surrounds us

03042013


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Code

My night palace is a dark abode,
a mortal passage to salvation.
I play the day just as I'm told,
until night's invitation.

Paternal guidance at night sublime,
dead days are simply props.
But night brings life into it's time,
mine starts when their life stops.

Blood tells all in many ways,
my passenger confides.
Those who think crime truly pays,
wind up as blood-splotched slides.

So murder, greed, and godless souls
stray down that darkened trail.
I'll be there when your bell tolls
and we'll see who goes to hell...


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The sounds of war

The sounds of war, 
Are far too real, 
Civilian's wounds, 
Too severe to heal, 

Wounded and dying, 
The dead line the streets, 
The fighting continues, 
Yet no heart longer beats, 

After the killing, 
What will be left? 
A world of corruption, 
Madness and theft, 

What are we fighting for? 
No-one really knows, 
There is no real reason, 
Yet the blood still flows, 

Innocent families, 
Torn apart by the war, 
When you look in their eyes, 
You see into their core, 

Sadness and sorrow, 
You can tell death is near, 
You want to get rid of, 
All the hatred and fear, 

Yet how do you stop, 
Another mans war, 
Please can you help me? 
Mend the hearts that are sore.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006


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EMBRACING MY REFLECTION

I've been away too far from here.--
Taking chances in a crossroad pathways.
Never know where the phase will turn .
Losing or winning,chasing out my fears.

I'm  a lost soul in a midst of darkness.
Living each day as a paradox.--
Human exception is an absurd features,
Grasping  evidences  that life's untold.

Walking alone,rain started to pour.
Washing each line of  my faith.--
My limbs weakened and kneeled down in tears,
Lookin'  back is my reflection in faint.

Trying to grasp the sand in my hands.
Each specks leak out impetuously.--
Dying to clear my vision faded in tears,
My reflection keep taunting  me.---

I am tired and breath is few.--
My long journey has reached its due.
I'm ready to embrace the reflection I see...
The sea is waiting down there for me.--


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free cee 'TIS A SHAME DIMENTIA STOLE MY MAMA'S EYES BEFORE SHE COULD READ THIS

              SHE REALLY ISN’T SHE ANYMORE

Whenever my world seemed as if it were going to implode
Or explode exponentially from an internal bomb
When one single pound seemed like a hundred ton load
I would always be enlightened and brightened by my beloved mom

When what I thought was right turned out to be terribly wrong
And the wrong thing had consequences consistently appalling
When it seemed as if I had nowhere to go or for me to belong
The telephone would ring and it would be my merciful mother calling

Whenever terror terrified my soul and threatened me so
When fright began the night and the day delivered further dread
When I required knowledge my mom would offer that which I needed to know
And bring comfort to my weary body and a very woeful head

Whenever things seemed askew and went thoroughly awry
When my mind said “no” but my body demanded “yes”
Whenever my mom saw right through my every lie
She’d still love and forgive me well after I decided to confess

Whenever whatever I ever did was insidiously iniquitous
My mom’s dedication never wavered in a single or even the slightest way
Her forgiveness and devotion were both uniquely ubiquitous
But now my mom’s tenuous well being scares the hell out of me every damnable day
© 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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The Unfinished Chapter

The beginning was a question,
Dealing the the heart's true want.
The prologue filled with innocence,
And lovely sober thoughts.

Then stories took an awry twist,
And things came complicated.
The feelings that were filled with love,
They soon became sedated.

Now drunken, hopeless lonliness,
She walks the path alone.
You chose another over her,
And cast her from her home.

With founding hate the mourners cry,
And wear their veils of black.
The girl you cast into the Earth,
Has had her "heart attack."

With seizing pain the letters scream,
Up at you from the grave.
To know that this is all your fault,
It sets your soul ablaze.

But not for long, you'll see her soon,
In hell or heaven; both,
Are good as any other choice,
So you won't have to be alone.

With hate and tears and love and fears,
You bid the world good-bye.
Take one last breath and then you jump,
A soulless suicide.

The epilogue will bear your name,
Forever, etched in stone.
You gave your life to end her strife,
And so she wouldn't be alone.


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(PART 1 of 2) Where the Sky is Black, And the Cold Wind Blows...

This is 'bout a girl from just a while back
It's a grusome, sad story, I know
It begins where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...

She's got looks to kill
And an attitude to match
She's lookin' for a thrill
Lookin' for a soul to snatch

A mind like a knife
She's sharp and she'll cut you
She can change your life
Nobody thinks like she do

Not one can out run her
She's quick as a whip
No magician could trick her
She'll just make your mind trip

Got some patched up jeans
And shorn off hair
She can act real mean
'Cause she just don't care

Got a heart of gold, she did all she could 
Had lots of romance on the brain
She acts much older than she should
Because this girl knows real pain

Now she might look bad
She might look rough
But you forget to look beyond the mad
And see that she was decent enough

She's been through a lot
Thinks she's seen too much
So she gets to smokin' pot
And she's felt God's touch

She runs further from the law
And closer to the light
Harder drugs hide in her bra
She can't hold up this fight

Starts trippin' too hard
While she's runnin' from the cops
Her brain is being scarred
And her heart begins to stop

Her eyes are rolling back
And her world begins to spin
She's run right off the track
Her life is caving in

She sees the angels cry
As she walks up to the gate
She asks her Father, "Why?"
He tells her she must wait

Sex, Drugs, and Crime have one goal
And messing with that could cost you your soul

She plummets on back
To her body below
Where the sky is black
And the cold wind blows...



***PLEASE READ PART 2***


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The Lost Child

She had ten little fingers
and ten small rosy toes
she wore a gorgeous smile
and a little button nose
she laughed the sweetest laugh
and her skin was soft and fair
around her face, dark ringlets
she got my curly hair
she had her daddy's eyes
a vibrant greenish-blue
she was my little girl
that never made it through

By Morgan Mise
Written November 3, 2012


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LEAVES AND SHIELDS

Oft'times I see my friends all 'round
Lke leaves of Autumn, floating down
And softly drifting, side-to-side
A passive dance, on zephryn tide

Then when the ground is covered o'er
A million leaves! A billion! More!
Each leaf contributes its full size
Then, on a stormy gust, they rise

'Til once again back to the groung
With only a faint rustling sound
They cover Earth like coats of paint
And never from them one complaint

For leaves, it seems, were bor to fall
In answer to their maker's call
So, after their day in the sun
They pay the piper, ev'ry one

God's peple, too, could learn fom them
We hang by life=thread, very slim
We live our lives as we see fit
While kowng there's an end to it

That thresd will tretc, but one day break
Then ev'ry triumph ad mistake
Will only be a memory
That's shared by friends and family

Our mem'ries are like building stones
That shield us from the tears and groans
A pebble here, a bolder there
The joys we could together share

Wallsgrow thick, and shields grow strong
A  love, and lift, and help along
Each one who shares this life with us
The ones wo give to us their trust

And as we journey toward our home
It's never good to be alone
That thread may break at any time
And end our Earthly pantomime

Life's Earthly gain (and this we know)
Will wash away in time's great flow
Just gifts we've made and good we've done
Will keep our mem'ries in the sun

To shied our loved ones from the storm
Reflect sunshine to keep them warm
'Til each must turn the river's  bend
We never know just how or when

So nw, dear friends, my point of view
Theere's just one thing for us to do
Please build a shield for me, will you?
I'll build, the best I can, for you
Walls grow thick
  


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Baptism

Water rushes past my face 
 Coolness and chills sink in 
Goosebumps pop and hair raises
 On this brand new skin 
The warmth of the breeze hits me
I feel it's breath, it's near 
Passes by my shoulders 
Hits me in my ears 
 Sun reflects off the ripples
 It blinds me, hits my eyes 
Orbs and halos fill my vision
When I look up to the sky 
 I sometimes gulp the water 
Salt dissolves on my tongue
The crystals dance inside my mouth 
To a song I've never sung
 I lie in the caressing water 
I lie there carelessly 
Floating to a good place 
That God has meant for me


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Mine Anger 2K12

Good morrow anger! Found am I not less
Angered more so; Pray thee hinder not more.
Kindred stolen of murder; Most senseless!
O murderer, locked are frigid doors; Naught honor.


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Another Kind of Man

To be intrusive to another's mind to taste what the hells going on
To be different from other men as they sing a different song
For this, this blind man seeks to be the seeker to see and scan
To go inside the mind of another, another kind of man

History has shown and reminded of the monsters that have been
This trait of human man, as each generations scene
What makes us be so different, to hurt whom we care and love
Is it some form of weakness we allure, against family loving doves

As I enter their minds even deeper, the appalling rise to view
Standing proud in their deathly mask, their hurting of others true
Rapists, serial killers and dictators, or even the family man
What possesses their power to indulge, that this blind man can't even scan

My thoughts go out to you all, who have suffered at the hands of man
Evolution is not the answer, to really be who they can
This blind man he said to me, if I look into you what will I find
My reply to him was simple, I'm just a different kind 









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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Let Those Who Have Ears Hear

A pilgrim stood at an intersection of time and space
Waiting for a sign, a revelation, some kind of saving grace
Questions heavy as a millstone made him hang his head low
Wondering why the heavens are silent; why it is sadly so

The melody of a song suddenly reached his ear
It was soothing, dissipating dark clouds of fear
He forgot about his questions and worries for an instant
In that moment joy and happiness from him were not so distant

The music filled him, vibrating, shaking his every cell
This ecstasy lasted till the sudden tolling of a funeral bell 
To make it stop he ran to the temple and pushed open the door
But by then the melody was gone, and he could hear it no more

“No, no! It couldn’t have gone, it couldn’t have died!”
“Give me back my hope, my faith!” desperately he cried
The sound of death was too loud, harsh and strong
But to listen with the heart one can never go wrong

The joyous melody was always there – now he knew
It never left him, away from him It never flew
It was the symphony of death with its barbarous beat
Trying to hide It - hoping that they two would never meet


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A Family's Loss 2K12

Murder! Tragedy! A perfect storm of
Emotions; Our emotions in which a
Close-knit family feels out of its love.
May you Rest-In-Peace Miller Jonas A.


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Death's Hand

Smell of burnt wood is wafting in the air Creating tears within my tender eyes House is in the graveyard, is oddly real Scary is its presence with no disguise It’s frightening that it’s so dark outside Only jack-o-lanterns flooding the porch An eerie otherworld light from above Centered right on the front door with a lurch There are some sounds of chains moving and howls Wandering through the graveyard on this night Halloween makes me tremble with great fear They appear in front of me, what a sight Ghouls and ghosts, with the vampires and werewolves All show up wanting to tear me apart But I don’t want any of this, I run I go straight in the creepy house, I dart As I go in the creatures outside leave As if knowing something worse is inside So I look by the light of the pumpkins Right there is death himself right by my side His bone hand reaches out and touches me And I feel quite cold, thus I start to freeze Death extinguished me and before I go I hear a woman scream, she’s very pleased
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Black Evil Pumpkins

Three pumpkins, just sitting there, are lit up Seemingly harmless to many children But far from the happy pumpkins they seem The pumpkins take more than what is given These black evil pumpkins stay on porches Looking quite innocent with their calm eyes But deep inside are the souls of witches Awaiting children that come in disguise Then with her spells she converts them to frogs And in the process steals their souls this way Laughing can be heard inside the pumpkins Striking fear into all the frogs that run away Many children are lost in the pumpkins Remaining tortured souls of the old witch Her dark power grows with each soul she takes Again Halloween goes without a hitch
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Set Me Adrift

time’s withered hands winding down
faces wearing pain’s frown
open mouths and vacant eyes
of long lost vibrant lives

vocalizing eerie moans
from thin skinned aching bones
napping in death’s waiting house
all alone, without spouse

last visit to say goodbyes
to gramps before he dies
sadness grips my heart inside
standing by his bedside

our farewell prompts me to say
in this place I won’t stay
so my love, I do implore
set me adrift from shore


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Natural Disaster

Demolished cities; citizens panic
Liquidation is here; leaders are manic
Casualties increase; hope is diminished
Faith is lost; Life is finished


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Twenty Six

Twenty six lights that will shine no more,
The senseless violence we cannot endure.
Twenty six acts to show that you understand,
Divided we fall yet united we stand.

Twenty six people who will no longer be,
Despite the wounds compassion we see.
Twenty six smiles that were taken away,
People carry candles to light up the way.

Twenty six reasons we all should reach out,
Hope shines through the shadows of doubt.
Reach out your hand to show that you care,
Understanding rises from the ashes of despair.

Twenty six stars light up in the sky,
As the world mourns, wondering why?
Twenty six lives that were not lost in vain,
So many tears released from the pain.

Twenty six died, it could have been more,
As we look to the future what is in store?
Twenty six lives we shall always remember
Death comes to Newtown, this cold December.

Twenty six acts of faith coming from our hearts,
As each one is granted, the healing just starts.
Twenty six reasons that it can get better,
Love falls like rain, we all get wetter.


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DEATH KNOLL

Oh sing yon violin upon your strings
and play harps and lutes melodious things
come sooth my soul and for our losses
and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses
 
Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined
do cast your light and airy within our mind
so also to our agony do make us blind
where in time we shall life kinder find
 
Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course
lead me now away from paths remorse
fail not to impart joy and from its source
and to the courts whats odious I do divorce
 
and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions
unto the burial sites with their benedictions
the ends of tribulations on the morrow
as I have some aspersion to this sorrow
 
Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony
the golden strand in archetypes that be
fluid in the cups elixir we do drink
to shelter from woe and misery we sink
 
Clasp the inner man intone your song
return to us the living among our throng
embrace the consolation and hold whats dear
for upon us all this place draws ever near
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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A Father's Grace (Englyn)

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Death is not a true win
unless He's taken your sin
and then true life can begin.


(Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night)


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For Sandy, With Love

A kind and gentle woman
was too soon called away
now sorrow is upon your heart
for this sad, sad day.

A blessing to her family
and to each loving friend
so many tears from you flow
to see this dear life end.

Though your hearts are burdened
and filled with pain and grief
through faith in our Redeemer
may you find comfort and relief.

For all who came to know her
and be part of her life
she was a precious friend and sister
a cherished mom and wife.

Treasure all the memories
that each one of you hold
for now their blessed value
is worth more than pure gold.

Remember all the things you shared
and all her special ways
that made her mean so much to you
and cherish all her days.

Although she may be parted
from this earthly life
she has been freed from worry
her troubles and her strife.

In the company of angels
she's watching over you
and knows how much you love her
know that she loves you, too.

With assurance through God's precious gift
know that when your days here end
once more you'll see this beloved wife
sweet mother and dear friend.




This is dedicated to Sandy, who passed away
Sunday, January 18, 2009.  She was a dear and
precious friend for over 20 years of my sister and brother-in-law
Linda and Tom Haill and Beloved wife and mother
of John and Phil and special to all who had the great fortune
to know her.


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A Fellow's Introspection 2K12

Dare I further toast therewith gradual death?
Poison's wrath; My best bottled each drinks end.
Dare I endure a painful lonesome death?
Perhaps? Tho' I prefer not my old false friend.


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Walk into the light

As from darkness turned to the light                                                                           now dwelling in what is made right                                                                            Steps must be made you as He harkens                                                                        turned to the light As from darkness *                                                                                                                        Walking into the day fears are conquered                                                                        a fearful sight how bright so much stronger                                                                More fearful is shivering in the cold way                                                                    Fears are conquered walking into the day           *                                                                                                                                   It is forever alone a line is drawn                                                                                    A choice that is yours as the pain suffers on                                                                 with blackened wings death comes to each his own                                                          A line is drawn it is forever alone *                                                                                                                          Unless you embrace true love you must stay                                                                  as in darkness blinded by satan’s dismay                                                                        or walk into Jesus and fly like the dove                                                                        You must stay unless you embrace true love


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JUDGEMENT

First,came the water-     
                              by the flood,
Then sacrifice,by the Lamb's blood
Last comes the fire-
                             to make things new,
Will you be midst,the born anew?


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Our Journey

Traveling this road alone
My heart mourns for you
The time we had together 
Has ended way too soon

Looking through the glare
Of a windshield dimmed by tears
I think of me and you 
Traveling all these years

I recall with vivid color
How your eyes would shine
The sweet sound of your laughter
How you touched my heart and mind

Friends gathered ‘round me
To help me celebrate your life
Stories flowed like water
Their friendship eased my strife

So not in sadness do I mourn
But strictly out of love
The life we had for over twenty years
Was blessed by God above

You were everything to me
And now that you are gone
I will cherish every moment shared
As our memories journey on


*Written for Red Buckler in loving memory of his best friend and companion for twenty three 
years Patsy (Pat) Cunningham


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The Mayor of Heaven

The Binger streets are empty, The Mayor’s mansion sits alone. When God remembered Thy son, He summoned Big H home. His giving heart stopped beating, Within an April day. His memories continue on, For hmmm...is what he’d say. For the spirit of his giving, Was the community’s best ally. Then God requested his council, For the meetings in the sky. The golden life he lived, Was eulogized by the reverend. God promoted his giving soul, To be the Mayor of Heaven. ______________________________ In memory of Howard 'Big H' Taylor for his giving heart and warm friendship to the community of Binger Ok.


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Hairsbreadth

Mad, magnetic, mysterious pull
Keeps me spinning in your whirlpool
To be near the seven seas I`d cross, but
My compass in the sea I`ve tossed

For a moment of life I dance with death 
I come close to it - within a hairsbreadth 
Let life wake me or let death take me 
For I`m permanently lost at your sea


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Bad Day

He walks in the door
Some kid makes a joke
He asks for no more
For he'd barely awoke

They just call him gay
They keep poking fun
So the very next day
This kid brings a gun

Im not a door mat
He says as he stops
He pulls out his gat
And the whole class drops

Now you'r all dead
He says while he's grieving
Puts the gun to his head
Then he stops breathing


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My Father

So now it all comes down to this
I’ve said my last goodbyes
I’ll hold his hand and try to smile
while tear drops fill my eyes

Tonight he’ll pass through heavens gates
and loved ones he will find
His journey here is now complete
the pain he’ll leave behind

This letting go is hard to do
I’ve struggled everyday
I see the look upon his face
he waits for me to say...

Go on my Father….please let go
I need to see you nod
The angels wait to take you home
you’ll see the face of God


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The Hawk


His wings dark with silent purpose
Plunging into all my hidden places
Watching the beating of my heart
A form of death with many faces...

My refuge in shadowed corners
Was lost with the talon's bite
Now my life lies bleeding
Battle weary, no will to fight...

The hawk had just one agenda
My bones to the world exposed
Now an end to this sullen day
Last chapter, my book is closed...


-written for a friend who is suffering-


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In My Hometown

In my hometown, there lies a street,
A buzzing, busy city street,
Where cars speed forward in roaring fleets
Toward places to be and people to meet.

And on this street lies a bouquet,
A busty, bountiful bouquet. 
Next to the cracking curb, it lays
And braves the the traffic of midday.

And the bouquet has leaves of red,
A lustful, lively, bloody red.
It's sad such life will soon be dead,
Crushed by our killer tire treads.


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the absence of presence

Four wheel room, ulter silence
My mind looking,for repentance 
These thoughts, filled with hidrance
Hence over shadowed by nonsense 

I have lost dreams in abundance
And wonder about my existence
And all I ask is a chance
To stop these dreams of penance

I dream, a dead bird at first glance
And i watch it, fall in a religious trance
And started with death a wierd type of romance
Or was it a game? A game of chance

These two fought with remarkable endurance
And the birds soul, started to fade a way in distance
And the body stayed there, as it decays in essence
And that's when it happened, the absence of presence


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Where Frozen Embers Still Burn

 
~~ I struggle always with my memories, The long ago past is forever lurking; In a moment I am whispered back, And the pages of my life are fluttering. Fluttering in the misty winds of time, To where the joyful and painful burn; O but this is the key to who I am, And each memory has its own turn. Turn back the pages of my journey, I am a little girl playing and dreaming; O but to stay frozen in this memory, And to not ever know the pain of weeping. Weeping has always been my companion, I so often stand in a place of sorrows; Past the ornate gate and winding road, And the past shall haunt all my tomorrows. ______________________ August 16, 2014 Quatrain For the contest, Where Frozen Embers Still Burn, Gail Angel Doyle 8th Place


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Party Pills

My heart begins to fail, 
My feet race along the ground, 
My body is drenched in a chilled sweat, 
I scream but don't make a sound, 

I feel my body tremble, 
As I frantically try to run, 
I can hear him coming closer, 
I hope he doesn't have a gun, 

There's a warmth on my shoulder now, 
I can feel his quickened breath, 
His rough hand connects with my arm, 
I can feel the shadows of death, 

All of the light has disappeared, 
More darkness has taken its place, 
My body's limp, worn out and weak, 
Death has finally won this race, 

But my soul lives on in heaven, 
To bring justice to those who kill, 
Vulnerable teenagers like me, 
By selling them party pills, 

I got given those party pills, 
To try with a special friend, 
Being a fool, I took a few, 
But death caught me in the end.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007


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When I Die


When I die, burry me in a hat
The most outrageous you can find
For my viewers amusement, and
to leave some laughter there behind…

A hat that swirls, silly feathers too
And if you could, in the color pink
Paint my eyes to match you see
Then retire all to have a bit of drink…

I think that they will still remember
How much fun my living always was
Imagine her leaving in a hat like that
Yes, she would do it, do it  just because…..


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What In Tarnation



What in tarnation is reincarnation Could we come back as a piece of toast? Or do you think that death is just that The end, it's over, adios? Some get passionate about the subject But nobody knows for certain When we finally take our very last breath Is it really the final curtain? Here's my humble opinion on the subject It's over when the fat lady sings But I'm open to new ideas on the subject I wouldn't mind another fling Guess this old guy is much too realistic Watching the space shows on TV Can't believe how infinitesimal we are As insignificant as a little old flea So now you know my thoughts on the subject Hope we can still all be friends Maybe one day we'll find out the answer When we finally come to the end © Jack Ellison 2013


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A Deep Rooted Doubt

December 21, 2012!  ‘The day our world comes to an end’, is how the rumor flies
A deep-rooted doubt exists, as past predictions have all been so wrong.
Those last days of centuries past have  come and gone, like whistles in the wind
While Father Time just keeps on ticking oblivious to the song!

I imagine how broad is his smile when rumors hit the media scene 
Many worry, and plan for that “final” day, needless to say, hearts weep
Amongst scientists, and well known historians, this time, possibility may exist
But what can I do?  I’m no Amazon, barefoot, at five-feet three 

If by chance, it’s the end, could I possibly save myself?  My “plate’s already full”!
All it’d take to end my world is a strong current and a, three-foot wave
Maybe an unexpected lighting bolt if caught up in a storm. For these, caution will suffice
Out of my control; will not waste time as my life I can not save


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The End

The world around us is cracking.
I hear the bones of men clacking,
Anxious to start the march onward.
There'll be no olive branch nor word.


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The Little Girls Abyss

Ever since I was young
I always had this dream
About a little girl who lived next door
Who drowned in a nearby stream

I don't know what possessed me
But I always knew one day
She would turn up at my door
And ask me out to play


I mentioned it to my parents
They said "listen" and sat me down
It happened before we moved here
Her bigger sister let her drown

The family we bought the house from
Moved on from the fear of this
Their teenage daughter suffered nightmares
And dreamt of a wet abyss


Many years have passed
I am now well into my teens
But this aura that still surrounds me
Everywhere I look she's seen

One evening I went to shower
As normal I pulled back the screen 
I turned to look in the mirror
She was there, staring back at me

There was an incredible similarity
She looked like me when i was young
Now having shown herself, is it over
Or has it really just begun





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-3.php




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Twin Souls

They stood together one last time
dreading what came next,
having seen the path before them,
having written their own text.

"Being born again," she looked at him,
"is scarier than dying.
I fear the pain and illnesses,
physicality's so trying."

"And how am I to bear it,"
her green eyes filled with tears,
"knowing I'll be half a soul
for all of fifty years?"

"We must be brave and live these lives
and try to do no harm,
so that down the road we'll meet again
and you'll be in my arms."

"We must try to mend our karmas,
that's why we chose these paths,
the suffering will be worth it
for the heavenly aftermath."

"I shall always feel half-empty,
though I guess I won't know why,"
and the enormity overcame them
and they both began to cry.

"Have faith, my lambs," they heard God say,
"for the two of you are blessed,
and you' ll be reunited
once you've passed your earthly tests."

"And the glory will be heavenly
and mystical and sweet,
and you will be rewarded
when you two finally meet."

"You'll know a love that's boundless,
as you once again are whole.
Most people aren't so lucky,
to share a life with their twin soul."

So bravely they went forward
and their memories were erased,
they struggled half a century
and then came face to face.

It was just as God had promised,
and they cherished every day,
and their love-light was a beacon,
and their love-light shone the way.


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Choose

Say goodbye
I shall never have a voice
Because I'd rather die
Then make this choice


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different worlds shift

dont you say,
im ok
its all a lie
all the time

im hurting
dont you see?
im bleeding bad
dont be sad

its not your fault,
its default

lets begin 
again and again
no matter how long it takes


i will survive
i know i will thrive
lets go down this rode again


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As I Run

Twilight comes too fast,
moral shadows closing in.
As I run from my past,
they all know my sin.

Twining 'bout my ankles,
tangling in my hair.
Trying to trip and mangle,
no on promised life is fair.

Emotions now run cold,
so easy not to care.
Though grappling for my soul,
they know that I'm not there.


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A Final Thought

Cast my ashes to the wind,
don’t shed another tear.
I’m right next door in a different room
out of sight but always near.	

To my beloved family,
our days together too few,
when the road gets long, you’ll stay strong
I’ll be watching over you.

 Keep me close, living in your heart
 when you lift your face in the rain,
I’ll comfort your soul, lighten your grief,
send  memories to ease your pain.

Place no marker in the soil,
 the end of the rainbow is where I’ll be.
I’ll bathe you in light from a shooting star
and you’ll smile for you’ll know that it’s me
	


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Knowledge Concieved

As the brain plays,
The pieces graze,
Forming a phase,
To conform words,

Magnificient to small,
Minimized or caplocked tall,
Knowledge will fall,
Into place when wanted,

For the chemicals rise,
Inside the body flies,
Meaningful ties,
Bringing up a life.

How conveniently set,
Boy or girl it's met,
Until the Outside threat,
Reaches the end.

Stepping back; crew,
Seeing the child blue,
The next step to do,
Is the seeing of the funeral day.

Family arrives,
Husbands and wives,
Remembering the drives,
Of the little ones remainders.

Little movements were heard,
Eyes became blurred,
Sayings were slurred,
Opening up a new vision.

Knowing what was,
A weighted cause,
The heart beats pause,
Needing his laugh one more time.

What a beautiful smile,
A respectful style,
Wishing him to stay awhile,
But the time has already passed.

Inhaling then Exhaling air,
Sending up a prayer,
Not meaning to stare,
At the family in need.

Present beats what's passed,
Leaving memories to last,
With costs vast,
But not wanting to move forward.

A little boys cry,
Says his last goodbye,
Leaving the room dry,
As they take him away.

Hold on; it's only right,
He's the young sisters knight,
Holding onto any freight,
She may withold in the future.

Push to the next,
Beat the wish of the wrecks,
To recieve the respects,
From those who care-let them in and hold them dear.

 



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The Wheel Of Life



The wheel of life keeps turning every day
Birth, life and then the subsequent decay
All living things must return whence they came
The pattern always remaining the same

All living things start life's journey at birth
Become adult through the process of growth
They then participate in reproduction
Thus creating the next generation

Life then continues daily in this world
Until old age and illness take their toll
Lastly, all must face death's reality
That brings a final end to life's journey

The wheel goes through a full revolution
With each and every new generation
Whatever is alive will someday die
This will surely happen as time goes by




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Death Is Serious

No one knows how long they'll live
I guess it's much better that way
Who among us really wishes to know
To prepare for that final day?

Please let it be a gigantic surprise
Like maybe while eating ice cream
Expire with a huge smile on my kisser
Or perhaps pass away while I dream

Death's quite messy at the best of times
Did you ever hear someone say this
“Mary had a really charming death!
She even gave me a good-bye kiss!”

I think probably the absolute best way
Is in the warm embrace of a loved one
The shock could cause their death too
Then off you both go when fun's done!

Bet you're thinking, how can he make fun
Of such a serious subject as death
Hey! You ain't never going to avoid it
So enjoy life till your very last breath

©Jack Ellison 2012


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END TIMES

When the buds are tender green
And the fig leaves begin to sprout
None will mistake the end time scene,
The earth itself will shout.

Upon a horse,faithful and true,
He returns on a cloud,
As, in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.

The book of life is opened,last
Sin meets it's heart's desire;
The deceiver and the deceived,cast
Into the lake of fire.

Water ,clear as crystal now,flows
Reviving,the once dead;
Those faithful,who Jesus knows,have
His name on their forehead.

A new earth,no more fire,sunlight or sea,
But living water that heals,thee and me.


Brian Strand


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free cee INDIGNANT INSOLENCE

                INDIGNANT INSOLENCE

One can live his life with dignity
But all too oft one cannot die with it
Death robs one of more than his breath
Like if you’re unable to wipe your ass when you take a sh*t

some deaths are humiliation personified
It is a reality one cannot outrun
Try as you might it eventually wins
When your final day is finally done

Death doth not delay on it’s quest
Or alter a course fate has foretold
‘tis a merciless mission it’s set upon
Until a body’s been laid out marble cold

There is no dignity in agony’s curse
Nor hardened heart and brittle bone
The only hope for dignity that exists is this……
That death be swift while one is alone
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One Nagging Perpetual Question.

Rapid rifles, fearful aim
from secret, secure nests,
They select a random target,
blow holes into his chest.

The medic cradles gently,
Dour comrades bid good night.
Close his eyes, collect his tags,
prepare his box for flight.

Now home- a name and number,
the bugle blares farewell.
Mourners clutch the folded flag
he earns for where he fell.

Rigid rifles, solemn aim,
assault a steel blue sky.
Great God above, embrace him.
Why did he have to die?

Rapid rifles, taking aim,
Count up the endless dead.
Mankind is so inventive
to silence life with lead.


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FREE CEE death on dads day

                     DEATH ON DAD'S DAY

dear dad, i know you can't read this now
and i always wanted to apologize but never knew how
and today it still remains the same
because i alone accept all the blame

you gave me the means and ways to be wealthy and rich
and now, today, on father's day, life ain't noting but a *****
it bites, it stings and i can't say a word to ashes in an urn
but in the end i know precisely where my soul will burn

i put you through hell a thousand times or more
you bailed me out of jail and still let me through your front door
well now that door is no more and either are you
and there's nothing a recalcatrant son can do

i can't say i'm sorry to a ghost who haunts me to this day
and since six months ago i grieve every single day
all you wanted ever was a son you could be proud of
and instead you got a villain who abused the word love

so if you could only see my tears
as i gaze back over the years
i think you'd understand and believe
that my only repentance is to wail, cry and grieve
   I LOVED YOU DAD AND I'M SORRY I COULDN'T FILL YOUR SHOES
  (c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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Heaven Awaits

Angelic voices singing praises to the Lord Most High,
God's glory fills the heavens with radiance so bright.
Brilliant rainbow colors all around, a pleasure to the eye,
Holding hands with Jesus, knowing everything's all right.


3/24/12
For Carolyn Devonshire's Perception of Heaven contest


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Day they open the cemetary gates

Day they open the cemetery gates
On the grounds I shall lie
Upon the sky!! who is that waits?
Is this the day I die?

My nerves frozen, the world over
In a glimpse I'm really gone!!!
Am I dreaming? drunk? or still sober?
Why? wont I be here the next dawn?

It's time I guess for my final vow
Before I'm laid to sleep
Will I be missed? at least or now?
Or have no one to grieve!

My flesh shall rot and bones perish,
My bloody veins shall dry
But no regrets, and no such wish
I ain't got nobody, nobody to cry


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Pain Of Death

Yet I still cry,  as I ponder
Why death took her I still wonder
Hoping to see her  flying  high
As I ponder ,yet I still cry.

This sudden  death,I hate to bear
Which put a stop to love we share
Making me confuse like  Macbeth
I hate to bear,this sudden death.

 This lovely star ,I so desire
Through which sickness and death conspire
Never thought she would journey far
I so desire ,this lovely star.

I feel the pain,just like you do
Yet you did not wait for your due
Your absence makes me go insane
Just like you do ,I feel the pain.         




*Swap Quatrain* 


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Yester-Me 2K12

Certainly I'll reminisce thereof the past,
Tho' shall not dwell therein it evermore.
For when I've inhaled and exhaled life's last,
Perhaps therein memory's realm I'll yet soar.


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Our Last Breath

No one can predict the day we will die. Tho' we pray our last breath be exhaled in peace. Loving hearts gathered 'round us on this day may cry if we're blessed on this earth when our beating hearts cease. No one can predict our day of eternal sleep. Tho' we each hope our souls will rise, Heaven bound. Like darkness falling on canvas, hidden colors keep until light shines upon it, a masterpiece found. Our souls live forever residing with love, boldness in color and beauty, we create. Love returning to us like raindrops from above, we all can predict what's in our hands of fate.


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Is Life But A Dream 2K11

Homosapiens therein a state of sleep;  
To truly rouse forth thereafter thier deaths?  
Shall Sheperd say... He trusts they'd well sleep?  
Life, a dream? They'll fathom post final breaths.


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The Endurance of Love

Let's be Ours, I'll be Yours, You'll be mine
Lovin bittersweet like the wine.
Blessed with candlelight and romance, aged with time
It's a love forever endless, yours and mine.

Won't you take my hand and walk with me, into the sunset of our days
Will you hold tight to the memories and cherish them always.
When the road ahead it darkens, my love will light the way
May the mercy of Gods love, protect you this I pray.

Though, I know we have no future, and the end is drawing near
May the love we've always shared help to calm your fears.
When the darkness falls around you, I will whisper in your ear
If you close your eyes, and listen "I love you" is what you'll hear.

I fear not my journey, for the road is paved with gold 
With you by my side, I've never feared growing old.
I only hate to leave you, before our stories told
I thought we'd have more sunsets, I'd have your hand to hold.

Let's be Ours, I'll be yours, You'll be mine
Until we meet again, another place, another time.
It's a love forever endless, yours and mine.


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Woven Thoughts

Woven Thoughts

Recollections of childhood—
Each fighting for breath.
The beauty and the horror—
Enduring life’s test. 

Gunshots and flowers—
Evil wrestles innocence.
Both entwined in one heart,
Screaming to make sense.

Mom snapping photos
Of tulips and me.
Fight flashes of fear—
Being lost among trees.

Discovering mortality—
Beauty and life both exist.
Yet the reaper of death
Will demand his cold kiss.

Looming waves of the ocean
Touch soft colors in the sky—
Fear melts into glory
Adding lessons for life.


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True Rain

Miniscule speckles of grey dust, 
Encased within wet prison, 
To us they look so beautiful, 
Those poor little trapped grey balls, 

Millions of them come each time, 
All fighting to become free, 
Their lives plummeting to the ground, 
But of this we do not see, 

They free fall hundreds of miles, 
They fall from heaven to earth, 
It's quite like a mass suicide, 
That was planned from their very birth, 

They have no choice of this sad death, 
It is what they were born to do, 
It's as if their whole purpose is, 
To become huge puddles of blue, 

We cannot control these deaths, 
But we can imagine their pain, 
So think of that next time you see, 
The beauty that we call rain.

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2007


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Let them sleep

So then Death what will you offer?
Life what profit give to me?
Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer
Riches share you here to be?

Glass of eye, seek your answer
by the breath I give and share
grip your wisdom pose and dance her
questions me with sound of air?

Death engage this vital storm
will in silence thus behave?
sting the tongue, you jagged thorn
Lift your chalice from the grave!

Laughter, oh , I love it so
comedy by tears is much
truth in secret, precious gold
what men venture forth to touch

Ask me fool, require my time
beat your chest and  pull your hair
bring it forth, all that is mine
give it me, that which I spare

Death, my void of conscious will
what sword of blood will you deploy
be you  brave or be you still?
fainting weak, and then destroy?

Yield! you son of memory
release your shoulder from the weight
ask the blade why do you bleed?
inquire of providence your fate?

Yield, I yield, my quite soul
leave me to this thin despair
there I find you death so old
Life the youth that didn't care

Predictable! you do agree?
Life: surprise, I long to touch
Death: to think he questioned me!
man: I thought I knew so much

Yield my soul! Spirt flee!
Escape by holes of hollow sight!
Where my master? I believe
The flesh is shallow for it's height

I do not care why question now
escape the night, we haven't time
but night is full, completely round
without a star or spark or shine

Life: I know they need so much
frail the skin that holds the soul
Death: I long the warm to touch
let them sleep and never know


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Time Change

Time moves slowly during youth, as if it might last forever.
Such trickery from Nature, deceiving us to believe
That happiness will always be ours in idyllic innocence;
That forever we can be childlike and trusting, ever naïve. 

Then maturity comes stalking, like a panther on the prowl;
It seizes its hapless victims without warning or care,
And we, in our ignorance, flail against Reality's vicious tide,
Caught by the rush of responsibility, caught unaware.

Just when we seem to acclimate to the sudden shift in roles,
Time also decides to change its steady pace
Until the moments are rushing by faster than we can see
And we haven't anymore time to waste. 

How I wish for Time to return to its First Form,
When there was no reason to rush or hurry.
But now I see that will only happen when I pass from this life
And have no more reason to worry.


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Dancing Lovers

Holding your hand by your bed late last night
I remembered that day you first came into my sight
I knew then and there you were the one meant for me
And together from then on we always would be.

You played it so coy, pretending not to know
That my eyes followed you everywhere that you would go
But you kept looking over with such subtle glances
As I worked up the nerve to ask you for a few dances.

We danced through the night, we danced cheek to cheek
We danced every song till our knees both grew weak
We have danced ever since through the laughter and tears
But our dancing has now ended after so many years.

I felt you slip away sometime during the darkness
You went up to heaven to dance on the clouds
Please wait for me darling, I’ll be joining you shortly
And we can continue our dancing to harps playing so loud.

We danced through the night, we danced cheek to cheek
We danced every song till our knees both grew weak
We have danced ever since through the laughter and tears
But our dancing has now ended after so many years.


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The Gravity of Genius

To show the world so many faces
yet not reveal your tears,
to take imaginations places
throughout your bright career,

To see your heartfelt humility
and real self-deprecation
with natural unmatched ability
of mad improvisation,

to fly where others find no path,
to thrive in air so rarefied
defines a genius of his craft.
How could life's role terrify?

Perhaps Robin would break the silence
with a brilliant improv routine,
heckling death with satirical defiance.
He was the best I’ve ever seen.

Otherworldly talent must command
a price no man should ever pay.
I can’t pretend to understand,
so I will laugh, reflect, and pray.


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A Lonely Path

A lonely path, in the dark it moves on It meanders within the deep, dense fog Along the way there are many roses Some of which lay on an old decayed log Twenty-seven in all, each an angel All of which had their life cut way too short An ending that was abrupt and so quick Tears run down my face I sadly report No more is there any children’s laughter The families weep while in such great pain It seems that when things like this do happen The days are always darkest in the rain May we can console them as best we can Light a candle in honor of these few If we could all band together as one And show our love, this is all we can do
Russell Sivey Dedicated to all the victims of the Newtown tragedy! Entrant into SKAT- AB SIN THE-'s "In Memory of the 20 + 7 new angles of heaven~ "our own little poetry soup VIGIL"" contest 12/19/2012


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CLOBBERED

Clubbing
Clubbing
Clobbered
Smothered.


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Breathe


Invoke in me a sense of wonder
One last time before I leave
Rip this tempered soul asunder
Leave no stone unturned to grieve

In time our hearts grow hard and cold
Disappointment takes its toll
Dreams of grandeur fail and fold
No legacy to bestow

A thousand faces I have seen,
Friends and foes that I have known
Lives full of hope and fervent dreams
Remembered now only in poems

Invoke in me a sense of wonder
Not despair and shattered dreams
One more time to rage in thunder
From the cliffs with valiant screams

(Stoic)


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Mist and Death

Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.

Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,

Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.


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Don't Forget the Roses

The doctor found me and tapped me on the shoulder.
She said I’d better hurry, that you were fading fast.
I had gone for coffee. You had drifted off to sleep.
I guess I really didn’t believe, our forever wouldn’t last.

I took a breath outside your door, and then pushed it open.
It was stupid. A breath couldn’t stop my hands from shaking.
Your dad had said your mom had needed to see him strong.
How strong can a rock be, a tear away from breaking?

You’re lying there, frail as a doll made out of china.
I saw your eyelids flutter as I walked over to the bed.
You asked who’s there. I said, it’s just me sweet baby.
Then took your hand, wishing I were dying instead.

I lied, when you asked if it has suddenly got colder.
When you said, everything around you was growing dim.
I shook my head, and said it’s just getting a little cloudy.
You know how cold and wet this spring weather has been.

You said rain is good for your garden, then mouthed come closer.
I could barely feel your breath, as it brushed against my ear.
You whispered, Honey don’t forget to weed my roses.
Remember, their all supposed to be in bloom this year.

I go to say, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your babies.
But the words get drowned inside my broken mind.
You’re gone, and God how I wish I was going with you.
Half a heart, half a love, should never have to stay behind.

I never really knew how much I truly loved you.
Now I know how cold it can get, when the fire’s finally gone.
How hard it is to take a breath, when the air is rare and thin.
I thought I knew how much I truly loved you. I was wrong. 


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When Marbles Fall

          When Marbles Fall

Happy are the children on the wall of time
Playing marbles by the castle keep
Soldiers watch them secure that they won’t climb
But become bored and fall to sleep

The children are not children at all
But spies that cry for freedom
They slay the soldiers in a modest brawl
The king is next to fall to lose his kingdom 

Fate takes the king with a confidant to towers top
Spies follow them to that end
It is there where all of this must stop
The king must die but first his friend

Marble in this upper room is splendid
King marvels for one last time his acquisitions
Too bad right here and now he must end it
To simply die without his royalties permission 


                   Created 7/12/14 for- Not Just Any Old Quatrain contest


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Eyes Closed Shut

After thirteen years time embeds
The cutting knife in deepened said
Twisted in torque in my wreaked abyss
Eyes closed shut, could be my wish

Maybe I'll awaken in a different world
Where nobody hears, because nobodies heard
The bleak in me from cobalt to black
Eyes closed shut, there will be no lack

And upon the out, where I'll drift with time
Knowing I've decided to leave ones prime
No roaming in the gloaming, no more pain
Eyes closed shut, never to open again 








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php


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Popular Anonymity

               Popular Anonymity      

A Lingering crowd doubts you have the courage
You are hung out to dry with insults from strangers
Imploring you to jump
Apoplexy, apathy, and will to live design you

Standing on the building edge
Perhaps the comforts of home will help
When you slip and grab a brick
With nervous fingers

Butter is sent up, applied by unknown loved ones 
Giving permission from on high for you to drop
Hopes die.  Friends talk to you in slow motion
Mother promises to bake a cake if you survive

Police pretend to know you on the sharp edge of your demise 
For your enjoyment… Their pleasure...The crowd applauds
You’ve become the center of the nightly news and nothingness
What a surprise! Centered and served up as a sound bite (Did you catch the name?)
 


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Heroes Who Never Die

There has been oh so many
And many are still around
They surround us old and young
For in our hearts they can be found

They can be members of our families
Who inspired us in many ways
It could be a writer on the Soup
Who displayed their way your ways

They could even be in the field of sports
Or even on a movie screen
But the ones who are heroes much more
Are in the places we will never have been

They are the ones who fight for our future
For when they are lost, we cry
They are the ones who lay down their lives
For they are " Heroes Who Never Die " 



Inspired by Bryan Josh of Mostly Autumn who wrote 
   " Heroes Never Die " in memory of his father




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-7.php


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Never is Soon

Help!
Nobody comes.
Nobody cares.
Nobody hears,
My cries of despair.

Please!
Nobody looks.
Nobody talks.
Nobody feels,
So away i walk.

I walk into the shadows.
I drown into the night.
Never to be the same,
Invisable to the sight.

This heart once scared,
Now an open wound.
As the blood flowley falls,
the "never" is now soon.


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Free From Critics Quake

Dreaming of my art in a museum somewhere.
A bounty of ideas displayed from my heart.
Bold colors combined with unusual flair.
A vision, a feeling, fresh art I impart.

Year upon year painstakingly practicing,
Until ideas unfold and talents increase,
Speckles and flings, various stokes in full swing.
Fantasy envisions another showpiece.

Oh success, that monolith of the art world,
Access more political than brains can bare.
Paintings, are rolled up and upon a shelf hurled
With thoughts that someday when I’m dead, folks might care.

A plethora of dreams comes racing to mind. 
Perhaps, I should hide them in a secret cave.
Secured in a vault meant for someone to find.
Centuries later perchance people will rave.

Now, in my hovel of a studio curled.
That place in the woodlands where I love to be,
My greenbrier Zareba, hidden from the world
Where the soul of this artist just God can see.

Transparent hopes cast upon an opaque past.
Admirable paintings free from critics quake.
Then, what was worthless may have value at last.
Living for lauds only after my death’s wake.

ã February 13, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Dreams 	
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton


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Neverending Questions

Shattered dreams resonate within her mind.

Filling her heart with hate;

Knowing that prayers are too late

and nothing can change her fate....









(2009)


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LURED BY THE SERPENT'S ASTUTENESS

Second creation of delicate flesh,
lured by the Serpent's astuteness,
why did you promptly reach for that apple
and invited me to taste it and eat it all?


Linda, didn't God warn you to keep away from that tree?
Woman, once so sinless, beautiful and full of liberty:
you brought ruin to our sun-illuminated Paradise;
now storms rage and meadows are stripped of all flowers.


Our Creator took a rib from my body with good intention,
to give you life and companionship, and make you my possession:
bearing from your womb many children...multiplying in due time,
but His plan couldn't be brought to completion with a cunning lie.


Because of you disobedience and my weakness to swiftly accept, 
we are eternally punished to roam our earth without finding soothing rest;
and the eternal curse will hinder us from being happy and being protected,  
and with hot sweat, plowing the hard soil, I must earn our bread.


Dedicated to Marilyn for her beautiful heart and gentle soul.


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Fowr Horsemen of the Apocalypse

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life.
Famine’s black horse 
fills the gullet of Deaythe’s strife.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life
Power swings Wars red sword
the weak an’ young suffice.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life.
Conquest raises its mighty bow
crowning Kings with delight.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s is just the price of life
on pale horse the banshee rides
no matter the what your fief.

We are the fertilzer of the field
for life is all and deayth is real.


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Whole


...for Virginia Woolf


Submerged 'neath the surface,
stones weighting her body,
gremlins and goblins 
are hobbling her soul.

Images jar, 
and memories jostle, 
her compass is gone
but she's in full control. 

Lungs overflowing, 
her faculties failing,
she's one with the fishes, 
at last she is whole.


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Rappelez Vous, Remember

Rappelez-Vous
(English translation below original French)

Rappelez-vous les petits fils 
Qui ecoutaient leurs grand-peres
Raconter des histoires d’ infanteries 
Et de battailles de la premiere guerre.

Rappelez-vous des braves garcons 
Qui s’imaginaient etre des soldats,
Qui plus tard servaient le drapeau American 
En tant que veritables soldats.

Rappelez-vous des pauvres parents
Qui ont recu des telegrammes et des lettres,
Et qui apres ont place indefiniment
Des etoiles d’ors aux fenetres.

Rappelez-vous de chaque petite amie
Qui esperait un jour se marier
Avec son beau voisin-ami
Qui ne va jamais plus rentrer.

Rappelez-vous des nouvelles jeunes veuves,
Avec ses petits orphelins des peres,
Qui devaient subir les enormes  epreuves
D’elever leurs enfants sans l’aide des peres.

N’oubliez pas les anciens jeunes garcons—
Les chanceux qui ont survecu
Et regardent souvent  les horizons lointains
Cherchant leures ami-fantomes qui ne sont jamais revenues.


Remember

Remember the grandsons
Who listened to their grandfathers
Tell stories of infantries
And battles of the first war.

Remember brave boys
Who pretended to be soldiers
Who later served the American flag
As real soldiers

Remember the poor parents
Who received telegrams and letters
And who afterward indefinitely placed
Gold stars in their windows.

Remember each girlfriend
Who hoped to marry someday
Her handsome neighbor/friend
Who will never come back again.

Remember the new young widows,
With their little fatherless children
Who had to undergo the enormous ordeals
Of raising children without a father’s help.

Don’t forget the former young boys-
The lucky ones who survived,
And often look at the far horizons
For their phantom-friends that never returned.


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Her Prayer

                          	        
She brings the new day’s lovely offering
of her garden’s fresh, delicate flowers,
so grateful for the slight and menial task
to fill her endlessly lonely hours.

Several times a day she meditates 
as she daringly asks the reason why
her beautiful, beloved and only son
much before his time, was chosen to die.

She takes up her pen with a sure intent 
before they will have had a chance to roam,
to capture the fluttering, drifting words,
shaping them into a glorious poem. 

Taking the parchment filled with inspired thoughts
She lays it along with her heart, on the shrine.
Praying, she says these humbling words.
“Divine Lord, not my will be done, but thine.




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Today's Youth

I look out the window, 
Yet nothing is there, 
The darkness surrounds me, 
As i'm frozen in fear, 

Then all of a sudden, 
The night is ablaze, 
Fire and screaming, 
I'm stunned in a daze, 

Communities broken, 
Families torn apart, 
Who could have done this, 
And how did it start, 

They had no real reason, 
To set it alight, 
To cause so much chaos, 
In my town that night, 

My small little school, 
Was burnt to the ground, 
But the very next day, 
There was more to be found, 

Bodies lay broken, 
Ripped apart by a sword, 
This is now what happens, 
When our youth got bored. 

Copyright Kayla Yovich 2006


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Unleash The Lions

The days of ancient Rome, there were battles
Staged for the spectators; fought to the death,
Gladiators entered an arena
Fight until they had taken their last breath

The Gladiators could choose their weapons
Like a shield and sword, flails, maces, or spears
They were criminals, slaves, and prisoners
Most of them wouldn’t live more than a year 

Two or more would enter the arena
Fight until only one was left alive
A “thumbs down” and they unleash the lions
And a “thumbs up” he gets a chance to thrive


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SURVIVORS Part 1

Just beyond those tall trees
Lies my father’s humble hut
If we embraces a little speed
We’ll be there without delay

I feel so much weakness inside
I think no more of going further
My legs bleed; I’ve lost much blood
Dying here or there is all the same

Speak no more of death Alluyah
You’re not dying, let’s move on
Lest, they come and meet us here
And we both be killed for this attempt

If we did not, what we have done
Would we not have been killed the same?
Do I now fear death for making a move
And following the lead of my own heart?

I do not wish that you sit and speak
But walk and cover some distance at least
That’ll take us farther than closer to them
That we together may rescue the rest

Go ahead; I don’t think I still can
If indeed I close my eyes in death
Make sure from here, you leave and live
That you may tell the story to all


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Spare Souls

A story of a thousand souls,
Two thousand runs into three,
Who are just as dead, decaying, gone,
Despite self-serving heraldry.

A story of a thousand souls,
And thousands more to be killed,
Who never reached for bomb nor gun,
And died to keep our gas tanks filled.


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Wretched Snake

The head
Of the snake
Is gone
Though it seems

It's coming
Back to me
In terrible
Dreams

Will there
Be a party
A dynamite
Type?

But detonate
Fears
And more then
Just hype

A jet of vacation
An unaware crew
To fall from the sky
But they never knew

And where
Will it end
The snake
Does it mend?

If growing
The head back
Will time tell
Us when?

The body
Must go
As well as
The head

And finally
Then
This wretched
Will end


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O INHUMAN AND FOOLISH RACE!

Could we ignore those heroes and heroines,
who fought for freedom and gave us many choices?
Every country has them and their valor we should revere!
I'd like to be one of them...but I hesitate to dare!


More than five thousands of years people have lived on our planet,
and powerful civilizations rose to subdue the ones with a weaker sword...
even today when knowledge is supreme, the mighty ones continue to do so!
O inhuman and foolish race...have you lost all consciousness and grace?


How can the human heart be enslaved by mighteness,
if precious freedom is a right given by God without prejudice? 
All, I repeat all peoples are entitled to liberty...O heroes and heroines rise!
I'm not inciting anyone to rebellion, but protest they should with their voice!


O inhuman and foolish race, how much longer can you brag and not be erased?  
Rome crumbled with its marble idols...others followed and lost what they highly praised!
Now justice is veiled by a feigned appearance: haters of faith and lovers of money abound,
bringing more destruction and danger to anyone alive...will they return to God?  


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Amidst my Futures Past

For what purpose after purpose do we come and go
Entering from utopia whilst life bestows
Sharpened corners lacerate living skin
Unknown of it's actions that happen within

Reflection to selection ones choice is made
To deliver one from breathing with the help of a blade
Elation to relief in translucent surround
Whilst my crimson flows without a sound

Weakened ripples run as I feel myself drain away
Another statistic, on just another of my days
Tunnelled tired eyes in tearful strain
As I turn my light to black, my living no longer reigns

Look at me I'm nowhere to be seen
Drifting in time as if in a long lost dream
The soul of I amidst the futures past
We are born to die not one of us lasts








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I, Claudia

(A Spoon River Poem)

You loved me well, you loved me long,
even with joy fading from my eyes,
my beauty your heart's silent song,
and sorrow hidden in burnished skies.

Six strapping sons feathered our nest,
pride your meat, and hope your drive
for peace to rest within my breast,
watching our sons grow and thrive.

My pride lay seated in one alone,
a daughter, supping from my dish,
her grace shining like a midnight sun, 
her presence fulfilling every wish.

Death came feeding at her door,
in a single day, her light was gone.
I sewed to clothe her one time more
in her five years, I'd always done.

Each day after, I lived to mourn;
you burned to melt my frozen core.
Our boys also, with fibers torn,
became crippled casualties of war.

Why couldn't I see them clear,
with such longing in their eyes;
that in my grief-stricken sphere,
wounded egos shrank and died.

Though she and I, at last, conjoin
reduced to dust and mingled here
she's one of seven from my loins
steeped in years of guilt and tears.

Too late discerned, my own selfhood,
they’ve scattered and can't be found.
So undeserved, my peaceful shroud
atop this hill, beneath this ground.


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Confession From the Grave

   It's not so bad in here -

 It's quiet and I have no mortal fear:

   There's not much I miss at all,

'Cept maybe a cold beer and a booty call!







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SMOKEY - FAITHFUL FRIEND TO THE END

                                   sMOKEY - FAITHFUL FRIEND TO THE END

As we grew older, Smokey and I,
Our lives would change a bit.
As a teen there was school and friends,
In the kitchen he'd quietly sit.

All alone he'd wait for me,
To finally end my day,
And come and spend some time with him,
And maybe gently play,

A little game of dangle the string,
Or scratch behind his ears,
I didn't know, how could I know,
He neared the end of his years.

At night I did my homework,
At kitchen table with him.
He lay across my books and watched,
And rubbed my head with his chin.

Then when I was just eighteen,
I came home from a swimming date.
He staggered 'cross the yard to me,
I almost was too late.

He laid him down right at my feet,
I took him in my arms,
He closed his eyes and then was gone,
And with him all his charms,

That he displayed throughout his years,
My buddy, playmate, friend.
He remained so all his life,
Faithful to the end.

                                                       Judy Ball

(There will just never be another Smokey)


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Doves Fly

Doves fly
Where the steps rise free
To carry us earthly souls
Eventually

These are the steps
To natures heavens we go
When the air in our lungs
Will in us no longer flow

From these steps we climb
From emerald green fields
And join all past earthly souls
From earths giving yields

These steps of our tomorrows
Take us over azure seas
It's from this deep blue horizon
That we came to be where we be

The day we take that step
And depart with our earthly soul
All that we leave behind
The doves have fulfilled their role





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Impressions

each footstep in the sand,
remains betwixt our ebb&flow,yet
in others hearts,never to fade-
indelible marks,well made


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Cheating Death

Grated darkness
Bleeding night
Serrated sanity
Shredding sight
Clenched teeth
Gnawing time
Festering fate
Widowed crime
Whispering walls
Squeezing shame 
Callous hands 
Chiseled name
Seeping shadow
Creaking door
Perfumed epitaph
Married whore
Seething scowl
Backyard breath
Shoveled plot
Cheating death


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The Stare


A primate with disfigurement...

His stare, facing back at me...

A crystal he was holding...
his light ascended truthfully...

His wild cry escaped-with defiant will...

This dream no script pretend...

his judgement sorely with impale

his identity has been refused...

his freedom in deep detail...

Soon the same will fall to some...

due to cruelty and abuse...

His denial remains, 

his life locked somewhere in his truth...


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Forget Not-Lest History Repeats (For Abe's Contest)

Forget Not…Lest History Repeats

Victims of the Nazis Regime:
Jehovah's Witnesses and Jews.
Marched like chickens to their slaughter.
Once walked in twelve million, plus, shoes.

Social democrats and partisans, 
Gypsies and orphans did death reap.
Disabled by body or mind –
Add more feet to the deadly heap.

Communists, and trade unionists,
Soviet prisoners-of-war,
Polish Intelligentsia,
Vacant shoe-stack grows from the floor.

Adolf Hitler ordered them killed.
Annihilation camp, grim rouse,
Death at Auschwitz-Birkenau –
The stench of death reeks in mourned shoes.

WRITTEN FOR ABE LOPEZ "Leather Voices" Contest

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Quatrains


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STANDING ON HIS ROCK

One never realizes where inspiration comes from,
I found mine while strolling along...
a land with beautiful landscapes
that wouldn't let dreams escape.
 

One isn't born a poet, it's a revelation of fateful events 
that are analyzed by an inner feeling...
so immensely simplistic and revealing,
absorbing the essence of prudence. 


Some dissident strongly pointed out the strange isolation of an intellectual,
being estranged from real people who are more amicable...
how would he know how desolation confines
that soul in search of a serenity redeemed by prize?


Not living on the edge, but tasting the richness of slowness,
which controls the pace of the footsteps,
always keeping them in the right track...
how could peaceful thoughts trigger a violent death?


Thrilled to admire a head full of white hair, when that time arrives,
and reading names on limestone graves, 
deepens my comprehension...
comparing their age to mine.


Walking in the true faith, seeing the wonders and the miracles,
and that fervent faith will make me walk 
in the spirit for a testimony to all believers...
and as a follower of Christ, I stand on His rock.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Lungs Back to Gills

Silent steps I take
Across the ocean floor
Cool abyssal plain
Bluescape peace

Gazing up
At the sunlit surface
A false freedom
Beckons…

The air above
Polluted with urgency
Foul with anger
Not so sweet anymore

Enveloped in briny womb
No longer ashamed
Submergence forever
Lungs back to gills


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Conscience

It feels like a baseball to the face
Or like alcohol on a bad scrape
Shocking and completely out of place
Making way for a hurried escape

Death does not whisper or whine with pain
It clings to the heart with sufferings
Like a mixture of pelting gray rain
Melting away all fortunate things

It feels like a glimpse of rotting flesh
Or like icicles along bare skin
Dreadful beyond what might opt to thresh
Creating fright about to begin

Death doesn't try to reserve time
It simply reaches out, latches on
Like it has offers in the meantime
For special moments that will not con

It feels like a sickening rupture
Or like tomorrow from tonight’s song
Nasty and similar to anger	
Preparing feelings that are all wrong	

Death is a humbling experience
It makes you fathom you're powerless
To change the mortality’s grievance
Leaving you alone with your conscious

It is sinister and alarming
Like a cold hand touching your own hand
It clenches like it’s out for blaming
The fond feelings on the reprimand

Death is a lonely and limp dwelling
It makes you see your incompetence
Pulls on tenderness of your heartstring
Will death still discourage your conscience?



August 9th, 2014
©2014 


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For Lillian

Hidden from the light of stars
there sleeps my darling dead
and every passing day without her 
fills my heart with dread
her captivating hazel eyes
they used to shine so bright
I'd give the world to gaze in them 
as I fall asleep tonight
but she, a corpse without a grave
and I, a broken soul
I was bound to her and her to me
together we were whole
Now I'm the sun and she, the moon
together we cannot be
for now my darling Lillian
sleeps beneath the sea

(May, 2013)


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The Evening of my soul

   oh 'tis the evening of my soul and though I've often claimed it so,
now must pause and truly show 
the scars and twisted wounds herein
for onward is no option now
and time must take its' bloody bow

where are the hands that soothed my burning brow
and where the smile to cheer me in my grief?
why they have gone to dust and none remain
the evil in the heart of time,the thief.

so pull the shades and bank the dying fire,
and please don't try  to tell me that you care,
it really matters not  how cold the bier
for when you look,there's nothing really there.


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Reawakened

Rising power beheld from the sea.
Universally centered on humanity,
Dispelling the wages of war and sin,
As phoenix arrives, a new world will begin.


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Sentinel



Sometimes I feel him mocking me,
insidious, all-knowing, 
the way he grasps the things I see
and perceives just where I'm going.

Once I could forestall his advent,
keep him checked inside my head,
turn him from me, block his intent,
he had other plans instead.

Steadfast sentinel of sorrow
draws me closer to his door,
grips my soul till I must follow
his behest to Lethe's shore.

Time is circling ever smaller,
nowhere now to draw a breath.
I take my place, obey the caller,
contemplate the face of death.


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Curse of Rhyme

I cannot stop rhyming,
Is it a curse?
It started last night
And it keeps getting worse.
I started with quatrains,
And moved on to verse,
I guess it will end
When I'm put in a hearse.


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Sorrow's Play

Shrouds of mist did cloak the day;
Whispering winds with list did play;
Upon the graves of human minds;
Shrouds of mist were left behind.....

Well-wrought webs of darkness dim;
Vibrant thoughts held within;
The minds of humans do decay;
As shrouds of mist on sorrow play.

Shrouds of mist did cloak the day;
As waves of senses swept away;
And all of those who dare rebel;
Were swiftly grasped and swirled to hell.



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Lullaby for the Grieving

Lay your head down precious one
And dry your eyes right now
For dreams of happy endings
Will be coming anyhow

The rains will stop, that much we know
Though we may not know how
So walk ahead to dryer ground
Where my love will abound

Know that when you're all alone
I've never been more near
And when you think I'm gone from you
I'm holding you, my dear

The nights will pass before you know
The sun will rise once more
I'll be with you in the sunshine
And with you in the storm

In the sunshine, in the rain
Just look up to the sky
And wish you may and wish you might
And to you, I will fly

I'll never leave you, never go
Where you can't find me there
Just look inside your heart to find
The love we share


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One Voice

One minute we're fine,
The next, we're done.
One minute you're mine,
The next, you're gone.

First it was just us two,
Just you and me;
Then there was someone new,
And two becomes three.

Mistakes are made,
And time won't go back.
We're forced to face
The reality of our act.

One became two,
Then two became three.
Three became two,
And two became me.

I'm all that's left,
Because I make a choice.
The love I had left,
Because I silenced a voice.


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"Being In The World"

A being in this world's ruse
Very much like driving your car
Driving manually or control cruise 
Your driving will be either or

From your own heart of Agape
Or from your carnal mind so sloppy
While Agape is your perfect copy(Third line 5th rhyme)
Ego mind is not true Agape

Agape is the perfect copy
While derivative mind is sloppy
A feeble attempt at Agape
Sloppy Agape, not true copy(fourth line 6th rhyme)

Slow down your strife Stop! Look around
Being of ego mind is a clown
Open those peepers, naturally round
For ego mind lies surely abound

Our nations lie in moral decay
`Tis your babies that will have to pay
As long as ego mind has it’s say
Mind is the death tree, not Agape

For the seeds that mind doth now sow
From the mind you should very well know
`Tis death seeds that your babies must hoe
For is death of mind from hence you sow

Some say this be bible thumping
But is God’s Agape a pumping 
Please Sacred Hearts keep on a _pumping
While minds a _grumping, life is _slumping(forth line 5th rhyme)

Even death’s reign not without life’s support
The Agape ball is in man’s face
Cut off your nose to spite your own court
Still was God created human race

3-10-2010

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          DOCTOR'S BORDERS

All of them said everything would go well
they said not to worry and everything will be all right
but they weren't the ones who could have been headed for hell
and that death might have a weak man in its sight

the doctors promised there were things they could do
there were rounds of chemicals and radiation
it was all so weird to watch lips almost turn blue
and for a wounded body there was no retaliation 

the doctors simply wanted to get done what needed to be done
whatever the physicians ordered that's what they'd do
they were well but there lay a very sick one
and I wanted so much for their prediction to be true

there was baldness, there was nausea, and there was pain
pain such as no human being should feel
deterioration and death were making themselves plain
and it was difficult to simply eat a meal

all of these things are sad as can be
and there was no where to run or to go
I cried my eyes out for death's decree
I cried for a man I didn't even know
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A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

      A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile

You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gracious gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door

Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my brother
While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands

When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
And it’s difficult when I need to forget your emphatic embrace
So now you know from whence comes my woeful wish to die
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THE DARK SEA KISSED BY THE RADIANT MOONBEAMS

It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!



Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 



Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!



Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!



On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   



Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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SueBeth

Abroad in dreams and well asleep
Wearing a dress of purple rain
Motionless under-covers keep...
And knowing this her killer came

The air around the moon was death
Her eyes opened in shock and ease
She never took another breath
Her dress with blood of his disease

The killer clever stripped her clean
To bury treasures...dress and gown
Without events of crime to scene
A murderer so walked the town

Years afterward and in the night
A woman whistled in the rain
From candles to no candle light
And often called me by my name

...Before I'm hanged I must confess
'Twas I who murdered my SueBeth
How could someone have found her dress?
She must have worn it after death!

Ghosts!


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Blackhawk Dawn

In rugged mountains of beige
A mission has been set
To rid a faction of rebels
Where conflict will be met

Eradication 
To return a country to good
Dispose of the unwanted
For the feud to conclude

Near the Helmand River valley
A major offensive is set
U.S. Marine push
Juniors and Vets

Its not even daylight
As i radio them in
Colleagues of three
Hereford's unique fighting men

In our covered position
The Taliban are sighted
Car bombings, slaughter
Rotor blades we invited

A distant sound
Of birds of war
Bringing Marines
Bullets, hard gore

From the valley rises
Western army brawn
In formation flight
Blackhawk Dawn





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A REMINDER OF INDIA'S TRAGEDIES

Thunderstorms are fierce,
bringing devastation to Nature and humans;
and such are the Monsoon rains of all seasons:
a reminder of India's tragedies.

Torrents from clouds form wild rivers,
and everything is subdued by their force,
it brings to mind the Biblical Deluge
when only a faithful family found refuge.


Where houses, squares, churches and trees once stood,
now there are floods drifting people and animals... 
struggling to keep their heads above water;
many will experience horrible deaths without finding a road.


After they pass over the devastated region,
they will go the the next destination to cause more death
and incite survivors with ire and desperation...
then is God responsible, or is it Man who has no respect?


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God's Great Surprise

God’s Great Surprise

Man on earth must grow and cope.
Encapsulated, restrained 
Living life with dreams and hope
Eternal learning maintained.

Birth and death are facts of life.
Two miracles, diverse lives -
Mortality grasps its strife.
Eternity loves; God thrives.

When earthly death greets its end.
Soaring souls to heavens rise.
Life, like a butterfly, flies forth.
Ascending to God's great surprise.


© August 2, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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Suicide Survives

Fictitious families
Dysfunctional means
Compromised children
Capricious teens

Serrated self-loathing
Culling scarred skin
Dapper diagnoses
Dulling depression’s din

Psychotropic pulses
Sedentary screams 
Subjugated subjects
Catharsis of dreams

Dusk dawning
In convenience’s vanity
Vociferous voices
Pilfering sedated sanity

Slurred smiles
Lithium lies
Hanging from vestiges
Suicide survives


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Eye For An Eye (Duet With Aleera Walters-De La Keur)

I'm in the house all alone.
 (She is no where near alone in this house.)
I hear the ringing of the phone.
 (And believe me its not just a mere mouse.)

I answer, but oddly there is no one there.
 (Not even a dial tone, will she hear on the line.)
I think this is more than the average scare.
 (When this is over, not even her body, they'll find.)

I hang up and turn around, eyes open wide.
 (My decaying corpse I shall let her see.)
I realize suddenly I'm trapped inside.
 (Tell whomever you want, but no one will believe.)

Even though I'm locked inside, I still try to flee.
 (I slam the door, there is no escape here!)
Oh why, oh why won't this ghost let me free?
 (Oh how I love the smell of her fear!)

Oh Lord I wish I could take back that night.
 (She should never have been drinking.)
When I ran her down in drunken delight.
 (What was wrong with her, what was she thinking?)

I got out of the car to see what I had hit.
 (I lay on the road a crumpled heap.)
In my stupor I pick her up to take her to a fresh dug pit.
 (She throws me carelessly in the back of her Jeep.)

I now see for the wrong I've done I MUST make amend.
 (Breathing hard with sweat beading on her forehead.)
I grab my chest as my life suddenly comes to an end.
 (Eye for an eye we're even now that she too, is dead.)






For the duos, thanks for John Loving for tapping Sandra Hudson & Sami Al-Khahili, You both
are next!


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When they Close for Evermore

When i close my eyes to sleep
Will there be light in them tomorrow
When they close for evermore
Then no one will know my sorrow

As every day encroaches
My eyes grow more tired every day
When they close for evermore
Will i be around to see them say

When it happens will i realise
That daylight becomes eternal night
When they close for evermore
And when they do, will i regain my sight




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Misty Love

I see thee in yon grey mist.
A swirling, beyond the pale.
When an errant breeze does kiss,
mixing the ethereal veil.

Mine eyes perceive human form,
my heart yearns that it be true.
Then, away, by wind is torn,
leaving memories of you.

Perhaps tears, within mine eyes,
did a time, confuse my sight.
Having me see only lies,
of a love lost in the night.


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AN IMPROBABLE, DISTANT IMAGE

Reaching my golden age 
was an improbable, distant image...
rarely thought of, or even visualized by me,
I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me!


My careful footsteps have become slower,
and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look;
I stand before my photographs displayed underneath
the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare!   


Could that handsome young man be me?
His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white,
lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light...
he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi."  


And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't
childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day,
to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad...
how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away!


But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force;
and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine,
an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one...
not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself!
   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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What A Waste (Tribute to Janice Joplin's Bobby McGee)

Some songs make their impressions
Lasting forever in our minds
They may fade or not mean as much
As our soul society blinds

They tell us what they want us to hear
Trying so hard to keep us blind
But through the Songs Janice used to sing
We were some how able to find

How would you love to be Bobby McGee?
Or the trucker far as goes
I’m sure they had a hell of a trip
Writing the song that all of us know

Addiction took her from us one day
In fact it has taken a few
So before you fly know that it’s no lie
Like Janice it will take you to

--------------------------------
I think I got way off track here
but this for Brian's contest and
it is one of the impressions in
my mind that will forever stay.
I loved her music, God Bless





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Adieu My Mortal Coil

Velvet winter’s bitter kiss
Escorts my soul to unholy Bliss
As teeth impale, my neck compelled
To embrace his unsacred gift

I am filled with blasphemed pain
As I am born anew
In damned unrest I will remain
A` vie je de adieu


*Hello everybody I just wanted to introduce myself, 
I'm Ricky, Chan's (aka JustThatArchaicPoet) husband. 
He's been encouraging me to join this community and 
share my art so I finally decided to share my work here.
I've never shared my work so I'm interested and nervous
about sharing it but I'm looking forward to the experience 
of putting myself out there for the first time. Thank You.


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Lost Love

Lynn Mibell and I slept
on a flattened futon and dreamt
of better days. Days when her 
dear brother was not dying of AIDS.

Days when our love life flourished.
When we walked hand in hand
along the bold face of 
Stone Mountain. We were giants.

We danced all night in New Orleans.
After partying all day on the horse-
racing track of the Heritage
Jazz Festival. We danced on clouds.

As if our legs, our feet were
divinely influenced, kissed, kissed
kissed, by the gods, superhuman.
Now, Lynn Mibell lays 

on that old bed and dreams of
nothing short of  monumental
change. Nothing short of
ending good and evil universally.



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AN EVENING PRAYER OF REPENTANCE

Getting off the bus along Hillside Avenue,
I heard a loud commotion coming from a speaker;
and getting closer, I saw the face of a sweaty preacher... 
calling all souls to Jesus and make them new.



I looked and paused and saw this preacher with sweat on his face...
as he was telling the crowd a true story of The Godfather's son, who was
in the dark about his father's activities, and when he was finally told,
he didn't care if he died;  and to the authorities he went to report his dad.    



What a righteous young man he must have been, and how noble
it was to reveal that well-kept secret which would have cost his precious life,
giving up a chance at being powerful and not dedicating himself to a lifetime of crime; 
I can visualize him bowing his head down, and pray to stop the vicious cycle.



I sat next to an elderly lady whose who's veiled head shone through a gentle light,
" Sing along with me, and your lost soul will be reedemed by the blood of Jesus!" 
I shared her song book and began singing an evening prayer of repentance,
as the preacher cried out, " Raise your hand, and I will pray for you tonight!"



How many folks, like me, wanted to see that preacher proclaim the Lord's message;
and how lucky I was to have encountered a stranger who sounded like Jesus,
to add another sheep to his herd as he prayed for the sins of the repentant ones!
How glorious it was to hear him glorify Christ and His father with his voice of grace!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The Lamentation Over The Dead Christ

Michelangelo covered with the hood
Weeping tears as holding Christ, he stood
At the head of the man, who is the Lamb
That became the perfect sacrifice, the great I Am

Putting himself in Joseph of Arimathea's place
Helping Mary Magdalene and Mary Jesus' mother face
The tragedy, that they felt ended Jesus' race
His chance to be the Savior, sent to grace
 
The world with salvation and kingdom of love;
How each stroke of the hammer guided from above
Perfection of this work you desired for the Dove
When an error occured, you were not proud of

Gave this unfinished work away (to Antonio)
Who for a profit did sell the work for pay
Reconstruction by Tiberio Calcagni paved the way
For the look of the Florence Pieta' today




(The information that I got about this work said that Michelangelo used himself as a model 
for the hooded figure.  I could just see Michelangelo feeling the agony of the person when he 
put himself in their place.)


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IS EVERYTHING THE SAME

I've seen it now
His bedroom, so dear
Everything is the same
No more reflection in the mirror
His cars, his Lego's
Yes, even his bed
Everything is the same
She knows the last words he said
The colors are brilliant
The ceiling's bright stars
Everything is the same
So much pain with the scars
His clothes, his hammock
And, yes his Boy Scout shirt
Everything is the same
Why must all our hearts hurt
Let's try to remember
Hold a memory in your heart
Everything is the same
Except we know we're apart
So love and honor him
Show someone you care
Everything is the same
And always say a short prayer


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Why the Rose Bled

Parents so proud
Four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland
In the pre-war days
 
On their crofts they worked
Morning till night
Unknown to them then
Off a future fight
 
The Germans have invaded
A country so free
Poland was taken
The world shaken visually
 
Britain declares war
As our men enlist
To rid the enemy
As the fighting shifts
 
Europe's engulfed 
In a feverish war
Many are dying
To comprehend what for
 
The four brothers
Sign up to fight
As a mother will pray
Every night

Campaigns they fight
In these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors
Never seen before
 
In their garden at home
On the family crofts
A bed of roses
With petals so soft
 
Then one day 
With a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red
In deathly stance
 
Their mother turns
To the gate she looks
Telegram in hand
From the postman she took
 
With trembling hands
She opens with care
Upon reading the message
In tear laden stare
 
Their eldest son
In Africa was lost
As many many others
Deaths global cost
 
Every day
As she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom
Her tomorrow's fear grows



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war4.php


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the 2nd line

The 2nd line
Is the music hard to find?
The 2nd line
I’ve the rhythm on my mind!

You dance with umbrellas
And sometimes a fellow
You dance with umbrellas
Just like Cinderella

Some dance with towels
But please don’t make a foul
Some dance with towels
And yes we do howl


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A Fathers Loving Arms

Miss him, yes you always will

But pain, he will no longer know.

You'll see his face again, in every passing cloud

But now the time has come for him to go.


In your heart he will forever live.

Try not to shed endless tears.

In your dreams and your thoughts

His voice you'll always hear.


May you find comfort in these words 

For this you should always know.

When its your time to leave us, 

You're fathers loving arms will welcome you home.


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Weathered

Blasts jet with resistance true
Spiking miles above my head
Raging ages surge right through
Begging me to fly instead

Pea-soup greens splash in the sky
Behind roiling charcoal force
Even angels question why
Disdain never bleeds remorse

Brace to cut torture's caress
Tremulous treads guide me on
To proudly fight doom's distress
Until flesh gets rendered gone

Piercing spikes of sand shred skin
Kicked about by tantrum swells
Wailing like a violin
Harpies toss exhaustion spells

Cartilage snaps in my chest
As my sails get torn to shreds
Earth's soil greets me back as guest
While rolling, the murk embeds

In the chaos sparks appear
Stirring up like bits of dust
To pull me away from fear
Energies consumed by trust

Lifting from my weathered shell
Up through the heart of the storm
No tears as I bid farewell
Nestled in my divine swarm


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From Hades he Came

He of the depths
To the surface he came
Horned demon from Hades
To cleanse your surface with flame

This beast of the dark
Surfaces to spread his plight
To enhance his black
Extinguish your light

Your skies will become red
His heathens will march
Your world as you know it
Will become torched and scorched

His cloven children
Will spread like the flames
For you will be eternally dark
Kneel down and proclaim

Chant to your master
The Dark King has come
When your chanting is over
Your new world has began





http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark.php


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DEATH WAS THE SECRET DOPE WAS THE SURPRIZE

 DEATH WAS THE SECRET AND  DOPE WAS THE PRIZE

We had so much back then to apologize for
A thousand things, perhaps even more
There was the broken, the smashed and much of the cracked
We did a lot of damage and that’s a fact

Most stood transfixed on the destruction being done
But they were just bystanders blinded by the sun
And when their eyes were no longer shut what did they see?
They saw collateral damage and people like me

As Hansel and Gretel we followed the path of tears
Because for years it’s that kind of regret that adheres
One doesn’t simply say dry your eyes and it’s over
That would be akin to a weed turning into a clover

Yes, those years were a backdrop on a primordial stage
A play written, directed, and produced by the universe and its rage
There came a time when our arms betrayed who and what we’d all  become
An eighth of the United States of America were walking around numb

Then some prestidigitator president and his specious spouse opened her big mouth
When they realized the problem had spread from both east to west and north to south
Give the kids a slogan about “saying no” and they’ll follow all the rules
See, that’s what happens when you hand this country over to fools

We’d held demonstrations about racism and were maddened by war
And with battle comes death while we were all keeping score
 Yes, we had a lot of things back then to apologize for
But I’m telling you, your corrupt government had a lot more
 © 2011.….Phreepoetry



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Declan

Sleeping angel sent down here from heaven above
Unweeping angel never more to feel sorrow or fears
Mommy holds you in her arms wrapped tight in eternal love
Daddy kisses your soft cheek trying to hold back his tears


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Why Did You...

Why did you leave
I feel much pain
I fell to my knees 
As they engraved your name


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What Have I Done?

I turn and look all around me.
Where am I? Where is this place?
How did I get here to be?
In what time is this or what space?

Nothing is familiar at all.
Oh wait...look there is...
Gone...like a fleeting call
Nope...that was not his...

Or could it really be?
I stumble and look down.
Oh lord how could I not see?
"Oh why?" I ask and frown.

For at my feet doth lay
The face that has been
Known to hold me as prey
Now it 'tis missing his grin.

In my hand is this knife
On the ground his corpse is rotting
"Oh my I have taken a life"
I say as his blood I am now blotting.

I look for the mirror
As I know this is not what it seems
As I hope for a look that is clearer
I look and let loose blood curdling screams.

For there on my face is a smile.
His blood upon my hands
This has been there ALL the while
His reign of terror no longer spans.

But how is this to be?
For in my eye is a gleam
Am I  truly free?
Don't know...tis nothing but a dream.


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Daddy Told Me

Daddy told me not to drink
I should have listened to him
it happened so fast I couldn't blink
everything went so dim
when I awoke during the night
I felt so cold and lonely on the ground
I saw some bright headlights
they say i was found 
by some old guy
they say it was a woeful plight
and that I would die
I guess daddy was right
daddy told me not to drink
if I listened I wouldn't have to fight
so listen or you will be on the life and death link


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The Pied in the Piper


As the Pauper sleeps...

The king no longer counts...

His castle stands dishevelled...

...his jester eats the mouse...

More gold arrives on boats...

...His men they build a moat...

Wring a Wring a rosy...

A pocket full of lint...

The scavengers are circling...

The kings pinnacle is spent...

Cadaver a his only Ali...

Coma broken...infection sent...

No more time to harvest...

The cow snatched the moon
with the sheep...  


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Beauty in Death

The price of fame is way too high
But some will never learn
And for this reason some will die
Something, they have to earn

They sell their souls for attention
They will not be ignored
Even knowing that their intentions
Carries a just reward

Billy the kid and Jesse James
Were two, that found this prize
But in the end, to seal their names
Both of them simply dies

Shakespere, Picasso, even Poe
Were virtually unknown
Then death come searching for their souls
That's when their fame was grown

In death, we see someone's beauty
Why not while they're alive?
Survival, it is our duty
In death our work will thrive




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QUESTIONS

It's hard when you loose
Someone you love
Sometimes I sense them
Like they're watching above

It's okay to laugh
And it's okay to cry
It's okay to remember
And ask God why

Why was it her
Or why was it him
So many questions
Why does life look so dim

Ask all you want
God does answer prayer
But always remember
God is always there


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posthumous life

I think I'll die before I live
from time to time, I suppose
life seems more take than give
a cynical opinion sometimes shows

Michael, Gabriel or Azrael may
come to bring me my pink slip
and leave my future in disarray
ticket punched for the return trip

yet if I can get the jump on it
go ahead and postulate anyhow
a posthumous life might better befit
than what I've got here right now

today's stance an intractable position
a life well lived, for argument's sake
could depart now of my own volition
and leave some witticism at my wake

then folks who knew me, not one iota
could say "just seemed to be so content"
"though lately colder than North Dakota"
"To hell is what I think was meant"

and maybe I'll live on in my words
to make life both meaningful and bold
'stead of day's living for the birds
a posthumous life a thing to behold

'course I might need to think again
considering all the prose and cons
my best thinkin' might be just insane
afterlife might be a big come on.

maybe it's not any better than this
my Shangri-La might be right here
too hard to look back and reminisce
if I just posthumously disappear

© Goode Guy 2011-06-27

dear friends, we're gathered here...


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My Filthy Fire


My ship of dreams I build no more
I hack to fragments my vain desire
To toss like trash and be ignored.
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

To sail the seas and not return
My ship sinks in the straight of dire.
Its keel has split, its hull to burn
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

To hear the Sirens song too long
Uncharted seas with sails which tire.
With all my dreams and fancies gone
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

I pondered from my window long
And fanned my passion ever higher.
I cursed "His" name to sing my song.
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

For fortuned Isles my eyes did cry.
My dreams I leave to whom I sire
For I am cremated before I die
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

Resurrecting souls my dreams has killed
To pull myself from deep quagmire.
To warm my heart which time has chilled.
Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.

It is for sure, not springtime here
Shorter days, how bare "His" trees.
Looking back pulls eyes to tear
For waste and loss of all my greed.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire
Now as to turn from what it seems
Left to me a works of priers
Never to sail my ship of dreams.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
Heap high this waifs, to be no loss.
No wisdom from my follies liar
Burn Oh! Burn you holocaust.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
My sins may perish with my ships.
To right my wrongs I now aspire.
So let them burn without my kiss.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
This cord of which I gladly burn
Dreams or follies of mud are mire
No loss to me and no concern.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
Stream me toward sweet isles of peace
Bright flash and gleam of my attire
Shall fall in lour of my decease.

Upon my filthy, driftwood fire.
When in my grave I take my task
Point for my Lord my vain desires
In chilling embers and cold gray ash.


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appallation

"I am appalled," the administrator said
..."I am appalled by your recommendation."
yet utterly correct, it soon proved to be
for years anonymous, the implied accusation

Challenger "slipped the surly bonds of Earth"
and surely those scientific souls perished
to "Touch the face of God" was said henceforth
but always, in all ways, their memory cherished

Roger Boisjoly*, and a few who knew the truth
also, felt smacked-in-the-face by appalling
as guilt and horror were revealed through proof
let "only the facts speak" was the higher calling

when timetables are allowed to tip the scale 
without regard to even more profound losses
we could learn to let probable facts prevail 
and overrule overbearing bosses, whatever the cost is

foregoing of foretelling, is unfortunately compelling

© Goode Guy 2012-02-07

* pronounced: (Fr) Beaujolais
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/02/06/146490064/remembering-roger-boisjoly-he-tried-to-stop-shuttle-challenger-launch?ps=cprs
http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=146490064&m=146483712
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster


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A LETTER FROM MOMMY

Hi my dearest Kaylissa
It's me, your mom
I haven't written to you
Because things haven't been calm
I've thought a lot about you
And can't get you from my mind
Like Kenyon says "I've lost you..."
All I want to do, is find
I miss you more
Than words can say
And I wish I had you
Here, to stay
I know you're okay
But I want to hold you
I know I can't
So what am I to do
I guess just remember
Even though it wasn't long
One thing I do know
Nothing you did was wrong
So for now, I will be going
Hope to write again soon
When I think of you honey
I will hum a little tune


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ENDTIMES CENSUS

Death's doorman-destroyed
Hell's domain..alloyed
Book of Life..op'ed wide..
Is your name inside?

Mark 1:15  is all thats required to be therein


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SHE KNEW SHE WAS NEW TO ME

     
      SHE KNEW SHE WAS NEW TO ME
There are too few people who get me
The ones that know what I am and what I do
Some of them understand and let me
And one of them was you

There are certain people who are aware
They know where I’m headed and set for what course
There are certain people who were just born to care
And they’re concern isn’t born of force

No, these are the people who see what I am and don’t mind
The ones who worry but somehow know I’ll make it through
People created by this universe simply to be kind
And too oft I don’t know why they do what they  do

Perhaps it’s the smile I wish was inside my frown
Or the happiness I’ll probably never see in a world of pain
Someone who lifts me up when I  fall down
A humanitarian who protects me from a torrential rain

Some people see in my eyes that I ain’t all that wise
Yet they put up with the things my body tells me to do
Certain individuals who I consider an unexpected prize
AND ONE OF THEM  WAS CERTAINLY YOU!
        Phreepoetree   ~free cee!~


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THINKING ABOUT MY DAD

I wonder what it feels like
To be all alone
I've been there before
So, I don't need to be shown
My mom is alone
But, now, so am I
Even my own brother
Found it hard to say good bye
Would my dad be mad
If he could see me now
I think he'd be happy
With my life, somehow
He told me to do
What I thought was right
"Don't let anyone hurt you
Always put up a good fight"
Yes, he sees me now
I can feel his warm smile
I have memories of dad
To last for quite awhile


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What on Earth

Do you ever wonder 
why you are alive?
For what
do you really strive?

A beautiful new house 
with the manicured lawn?
State of the art fishing
equipment used even before dawn?

A Lexus,SUV, or Hummer
showing off in the driveway?
Or a supercharged Harley
that "flies" down the highway?

Or is it the big job promotion that 
puts you on the top of the mountain 
and has everyone praising you as
they gather around the drinking fountain?

Or maybe it is that "babe"
you need on your arm...
who thinks the world of you
because of your charm?

Quite possibly it is that emerald necklace
 or that perfect, colorless, diamond ring?
But you know that you can't settle for anything,
it's got to be the most equisite bling - bling.

But the Creator says that all this "stuff"
will one day be destroyed by fire.
And we know this as the absolute truth,
because one thing God cannot be is a liar.

So since we know 
this to be true,
what is it then 
that we must do?

We need to connect with Him,
stick to Him like glue.
Without Him our sky appears gray,
but with Him, we see so much blue.

We must praise Him and worship Him
for who He is and what He has done for us.
That is really what he created us for,
yes, in Him alone we must place our trust.

Then we need to find what is important to the King...
His passion for people and His amazing love for them.
And His intense desire for 
everyone to draw so very close to Him.

So we must think about more than ourselves.
In fact, a magnet is more what we must be.
Drawing some toward Jesus the Messiah,
In that, He would be extremely pleased.

Remember that everything we 
experience in this life is just temporal.
Except His word and our relationship with 
Him (or without Him),which is eternal.

So praise Him and worship Him,
He who sacrificed His very life for you.
And help to "magnetize" others,
that is the least we can do.


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HUNGRY MOUTHS IN EVERY COUNTRY

There are hungry mouths
in every country of this planet,
and everyone should help with little or much;
how can we stand see them suffer, and helpelessly die on their beds?



North America the wealthiest nation, which God bountifully blessed, 
has its poor living in drug-infested and run-down neighborhoods,
faces that are never seen by the unsuspecting visitors;
these unfortunate people have known hunger, not savored a delicious banquet! 



Whose fault is it the Government's or the uncaring parents'
who have neglected them, and is it their permanent plagues:
rugs, indifference and lovelessness that have reduced them to this awful and shameful state? 
They should blame themselves, not those governing and giving them handouts!



Africa is the worst continent hit by a lack of food caused by corruption,
everywhere the eyes turn: they witness the fate of those dying without a word of consolation;
mothers clutching their little ones and their daily laments are still unheard...
seeking water, while all beasts have become the skeletons of their devastated land! 
 


The Vatican always sends missionaries to the African people to proclaim Christ, the Savior;
and it has vehemently invoked the pity of the wealthy and the kind to ease their misery;
and Pope Benedict XVI prays on his feeble knees, asking for their generosity!
Why can't He relinquish His guarded treasures and feed them a hundred times over? 



I am not a KIng or President  and slabs of gold, locked in volts, I have not; 
and with the little I have...I will share with them and keep my conscience intact!
Reach out, world, and eradicate this disease that's killing millions of unlucky folks;
leave your seas and deserts, your cities and towns and be among them to end this curse!



There are hungry mouths in each corner of our earth so marvelously blue,
mouths with lips that are cracked and dry; bodies writhing in undeserved pain!
Find them in Africa, in South America, or anywhere you'll be traveling to:
unattended perishing souls....dying without dignity and so alone! 
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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IN MEMORY OF BRENNAN

So full of life
With a cute little grin
Every girls dream
Each heart he could win

Riding bikes around
And playing with his dog
He would take him out
For a short little jog

When he was at school
He would talk about cars
He would think about planets
And how to count stars

Boy Scouts was a passion
His LIFE badge he earned
Now that is not something
That is easily learned

His life was cut short
But his memory will stay
Embossed in our hearts
Forever, day after day

So, let us remember
His laughter, his love
His jokes and his pranks
As he watches above


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Losing Dad

My life was changed so harshly.
It feels like yesterday,
when God said you have had enough
and that you couldn't stay.

I miss you more than ever...
Your guidance and your love.
But, I know you're still watching
silently from above.

The love you gave still warms me
the way it always will.
But leaving left an empty space
that time can never fill.

From heaven you're still giving
the love you always had.
I know you hear me talk to you.
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU DAD!!!


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Taken

Herded humans
Sweltering trains
Dead cargo
Suffering remains

Gunshot glory
Spurting spite
Guarded genocide
Barbwire lights

Warsaw widows
Stripped of food
Numbered days
Ribs that protrude

Anesthetized surgeons
Screaming knife
Smoldering smokestacks
Vacating life

Conveyor belt corpses
Rolling into ravines
Six million taken
Will no one intervene


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The Condemned

I am a mass murderer, or so I've been told.

I have been convicted, I sit here alone

This 10x10 cell has too long been my home.

My appeals are exhausted, there's nowhere to go


The clock on the wall, ticks closer to twelve

In just mere minutes, I'll be sent hell.

Guilty as charged, I do feel compelled

To unburden my soul before I am felled


My victims were taken, with nary a care

Simply because, they happened to be there.

I took what I wanted, from anyone, anywhere

They didn't deserve it, it wasn't fair.


The warden has now arrived at my door

To take me on my last walk, down that long corridor.

I've never taken life, so seriously before

Now that I'm standing outside the chamber door.


The poison injected, will course through my veins

My systems will shut down, I prey there's no pain

To my parents, I'm sorry my life was lived in vain

To my victims families, I apolgise again.


I'm a condemned man, with no one to blame

I'm a condemned man, filled with sorrow and shame.

I've wasted my life, and now I must pay.




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YOU'VE BEEN THE ONES

You've been the ones
You have been there
To ease our minds
Of this cross we bear

You've been the ones
When there's something to barrow
When life seems so dim
In our hardest times of sorrow

You've been the ones
You all can share in our grief
When we are with you
Our hearts find relief

You've been the ones
The ones to help us along
You've made us feel
As if we truly belong

You've been the ones
Our COMPASSIONATE FRIENDS
To help ease the pain
And our love never ends


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IT'S OVER

It's over for her
Such suffering and pain
She is up in Heaven
Where there's so much more to gain

her darling little face
Full of tenderness and love
Knowing for sure, somehow
She was sent from above

Her cute little hands
And her stout little nose
Everything perfect to us
Right down to her toes

Her purpose in life
Was to give others strength
Even though it only lasted
About fifty-three hours in length

Her stay here for us
Was such a short one, you see
But she taught us so much that life
Can be wholesome, gentle and free

Yes, dear Lord, please
Take her to a place that's new
To that place up and beyond
Where forever she'll be with you


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THE OWL

I heard the screech owl
Real late tonight
I've heard it before
And not a good sight
I've heard it before
When you hear that thing
It wont be long
You'll feel the "sting"
The hurt and pain
The sorrow at the end
You wont know how
But you do want to mend
So when you hear
That owl again
Think twice, you see
It could be your friend


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Beautiful Death

Bright and beautiful colors,
Here for a season.
Red, yellow, and orange,
To die is the reason.

Why beauty last for a season?
I don't really know.
Lovely sight for a week,
Leaves die and don't grow.

I want to photograph the tree,
At the end of the road.
But I never have my camera, 
To give the oak its ode.
 
I look forward to next fall,
When again it beckons me. 
The beauty for a week,
I long to see.......


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GIVE THE DEVIL HIS DUE

Excuses abound for the dark ballyhoo,
Liquor pours warm, lower regions take hold,
Better sought after than left to the old,
Savor this night-give the devil his due.

Pocket your morals, the strongest are few,
Longing for children, in you they confide, 
Come morning, such whimsy is hard to abide,
Savor this night-give the devil his due.

Forget learning names,
It’s all fun and games,
Savor this night-give the devil his due.

The scent of the hunter is all over you,
Hands perform marvels, caresses grow bold, 
Wet limbs rise in heat, then fall away cold,
Savor this night-give the devil his due.

Lust comes unhinged in the darkening hue,
Wanton mouths, satin maws of beds open wide,
Come morning, all feelings of love you deride,
Savor this night-give the devil his due.

Sample all her delights,
Run wild through the nights,
Savor this night while the devil takes you.


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Why did Christ lived that long on earth

Christ lived for about 33 yrs to show us the way to
Heaven by
His Teachings and
Examples

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A Young Man

A young mans shadow darkens

As he walks into the night.

A moonlit path before him

He thinks about his life.

His parents cry and wonder

His friends just turn away.

Was life really worth living

Could he go on this way?


In search of a distant answer

He wiped away the tears.

He took the gun into his hand

No longer would he fear.


What could have been his crime

For which he paid so dear?

He was just a man, who loved a man

who hated the word, Queer!


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Don't Let it be Me!

Only half of me
I don't want to be
plus burning in hell
For eternity!


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Visitor of Bath

He lies upon his bed like a dead marionette,
Whilst his life hangs by a solemn thread,
The morrow brings dewdrops upon venous leaves,
The sorrow tho’ brings teardrops upon resenting seas,

His every day is a dream it seems,
Oblivious is he to the worldly screams,
Blind is he to his heirs that deck his walls,
Deaf is he to the voice that sings his songs,

A youth he once had was spent in war,
Fight he did for a nation then ruled by a queen,
Blood and death in excess he saw,
That now plagues him like the strolling wind,

His only escape from grim reality is his wandering mind,
Akin time it doesn’t stop; it roves without end,
By day he is a wayfarer in search of thyme,
At night he holds his late mother’s tender hand,

He says his mother to Bath takes him; therein an inn,
Before Minerva she strokes his lustrous hair,
Saith she, “thou art at present a visitor of this scene,
Ere long thou shall be a dweller of this heavenly air.”

Written by Sunil Rao.


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Dementia

How long before my memory fades

How often will I forget your name?

Will my mind be forever robbed

Of laughter, sorrow and pain?


When I can no longer find them

Where will my memories go?

Will you know that I still love you

When your face I no longer know?


Will dementia drive me insane

Will I scream out, but have no voice?

Will my body shut down in protest

Will I simply have no choice?


Will my mind just wander

Or be locked up in another place?

Will dreams turn into nightmares

Where I run a never ending race?


In search of distant memories

Looking for a friendly face.

Will dementia rob me of my life

And take me from this place?


The home that we have shared

The family we have reared.

I'm so afraid to lose it all

As if it were never there.


I prey dear God, don't let it happen

Don't let dementia take from me.

The only thing I've left in life

My memories!


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Called While You Sleep

Heaven’s Gate entreats me passage, letting me enter unto the road.
Should I be here? That’s what I’m asking, as I let free my burdening load.

Heaven’s Gate, the place of my longing. Though, I may feel that I don’t belong.
Like at the home of my childhood sweetheart; here, is a place that is guarded 
and strong.

Working my way up to advance now. Trying my best to go on and get in;
learning that all of my past wants and desires were surely not good and surely a 
sin.

But, I have prepared for this very moment; repented and fought for this very right.
So, a kiss I give to you now my darling, for I must go on, I bid you good night.

I know you lay still in your motionless slumber, dreaming of this is your 
worsening fears.
As I lay next to you, now, I am called on. So, thank you, again, for all of those 
years.

You’ll wake in the morn to see I’ve departed. No more, to bear burden of all of my 
ills.
I know that in time you will find the closure, for even you know we do as He wills.


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Raise a Glass for Cheer

To you my friends, I raise this glass
of love, good will and cheer.
For, may we meet again, for laughs,
at this same place next year.

Fear not the passing on my friends,
should you, not then, appear.
For, we will fill a glass for you
at your setting every year.

For, if you show in spite of death,
to raise a glass for cheer,
well my good friends, I say to you,
“you won’t catch me here, next year!”


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NEVER BEING ACCURSED BY WORDS

Soul, still drifting in the subtle calmness,
undaunted and adamant;
never being effected by malicious intent,
never being accursed by words... 


Use extreme caution when transversing boundaries
of strange lands inhabited by mediums,
who are the seers that wish to replace God;
accept no invitation by affirming their cult...


Wise heart,, live according to your beliefs,
faithful and changeless:  never revere a false god,
the gold-adorned one who glitters
with the utter pretense of being the golden sun...


Preachers abound like the eagles of the Appalachians Mountains;
they relentlessly rove to snatch whoever is feeble,
to convert them to their preposterous creed;
I have seen many fall from grace and ask for forgiveness...


How wonderful and liberating is to live
never being accursed by words, or attached to fatal feelings of hurt;
how delightful and inspirational is to achieve
every possible joy that only faith can guarantee with a simple oath...


Footsteps, be attentive and shrewd,
look out for the one slandering with the tongue of the lewd;
eyes, judge people by their external appearance to minimize danger,
the distrustful look reflects the turmoil of their soul lucidly molded by Lucifer...   


Compassion can mitigate the misery of a miscreant,
and possibly transform his or her appearance with repentance,
never being accursed by words hailed from angry mouths;
if execution is justice, death won't change anybody's heart...  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Sunset of Life

The sunset of life has many hues Your family, friends and neighbors You have no regrets; you’ve paid your dues Completed a life time of labors The light grows dim, slowly fades away Those that are closest are near No longer in this world must you stay You face what’s next without fear Your passage into another world A pleasure you should savor Those gone before now are unfurled Old family, friends, and neighbors From that sunset on the other side Springs an eternal sunrise Again with loved ones you will abide God’s love for you never dies


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Facing Death

I often think about death these days
And how it will come for me
Will I be faced with a painful death
Or will I die while in my sleep.

Will I fall down while no ones there
And lay in writhing pain
Or will I suffer a massive stroke
Leaving nothing but a shattered man.

How will I be eulogized
How will they speak of me
Have I been worthy of good words
Will people pray for me.

I'd like to be remembered
As one who cared for all
As one who never shied away
When those in stress would call

I hope my children won't suffer my death
Or anguish for too long
I hope they will not be made to cry
But stand up brave and strong.

I hope I won't die alone
With no one by my side
But rather that I am surrounded
By those who shared my life.

My life has been a wonderful time
I am so happy to have shared
The truly magnificent world we live in
With those who really care.

I loved listening  to all around me
And to be allowed to see.
And smell and taste all of God's gifts
I thank all blessings given to me.

I love my family deeply
And will miss them most of all
But soon I think God will call my name
And I will head the call.


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Georgia Memories

It was a sultry night in Georgia

I heard the mournful sound of a train whistle blowin.

So I made my way down Main street

To a little sidewalk cafe, where the coffee was flowin.

There sat a man and woman, holding each other hands

The same thing you and I once did, before you had to die.

I remembered the last time that I held your hands.

It was to kiss you and say goodbye.


On that sultry night in Georgia

Where the train whistle was once a blowin

I had to take my coffee to go

Before my tears began a flowin.


Though love has found me once again

No one could ever take your place.

My Georgia Memories bring a smile to my heart.

Sometimes they bring a tear to my face.


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Movable Force

The sea churned and spewed forth a mighty roar As the funnel formed in the not so far distance I admired the beauty, but feared to the core As my feet, to stay, offered resistance T’is just a fool who would stay out this storm It’s smarter to take shelter or even hide No, I didn’t want to incur any harm To where, is what I must decide To the schools, ah yes, they were built brick by brick There’s strength in the building, surely it is safe Though the storm brewed oh, so very thick As upon me then fell a twenty foot wave My breath, my heart, I panicked, but yet I tried I did my best to acquire as much air as I could Successfully escaping the depths, I then cried And ran as far away as I knew I then should


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Wandering Souls

As we meander through the lifeless days
Escaping true bliss and the heated blaze.
Aimlessly searching for a better goal
We traverse this world as wandering souls.

Most times days are dark as a mystery
Dropping as dead leaves from a sunlit tree.
Wasting our time as though prodigal trolls
We circumnavigate as wandering souls.

Born bad seeds falling through steep cragged cracks
Trying to fill empty holes to get back.
Ogres and gargoyles can't rock but we roll
Destined to ramble on, wandering souls.

Our hell is excursions with nothing said
One can't change agony and lifelong dread.
Always a party filled with laughs,so droll
Not for us vagabond wandering souls.


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Angelic Reminder

Every time I looked to Heaven 
This is what I’d see
The pearly gates there opened
Calling out to me

I’d stop to pause a moment
As I’d try to recollect
The life that lay behind me
My path so indirect

I somehow made it this far
Now will they let me in
Did I remember to ask the Lord
To forgive me of my sins

I stand before the gate so wide
Yet narrow is the path
I fear that I have not done right 
And now must face God’s wrath

Maybe He’ll show mercy
Perhaps He will be kind
I know I could have done better
If I'd been given more time

It’s now too late to ask Him
It’s much too late to pray
I should have done it sooner
That’s the biggest mistake I made

He doesn’t seem too angry
As I kneel down and say
I’m sorry please forgive me 
On this my Judgment Day

He looked just inside his book
And said with a grin
“Blessed is the child of faith and love
My child, please come in”

So this is my reminder
From heaven up above
Find it in yourself today
Show forgiveness, faith, and love 


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I Hope You'll Remember Me

To those who do not know me

I'm a husband, father, brother and son.

I accepted the call of my country

Now my race is run.


I died an angry death

Lying on foreign soil.

For my family and my country

In hope a terrorist, I might foil.


To the mother of my children

I hope you'll remember me.

As a good and loving husband

Just as I tried to be.


To my children Karen and Jacob

I hope you'll remember me.

As the dad you could always turn to.

I loved my family.


To my brother and my sister

I hope you'll remember me.

As a good and decent man

The way a brother should be.


To my mother and my father

I hope you'll remember me

As a loving, trusting son

Proud of me, I hope you'll always be.


To the Country that I served

I hope you'll remember me.

As a soldier, as an American

Who died for liberty.


Fear not your loss

For this I guarantee

I'll see you all in heaven

and I hope you'll remember me.


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DEVASTED BY THE DEATH OF THEIR YOUNGEST

All parents are devastated
by the death of their youngest;
did strange behavior or premonition
pique their curiosity at all?



They got out of hand at the neighbor's party too wild and intense,
and without supervision, they binged and laughed hysterically;
blasting music, making obscene gestures, dancing madly and cursing loudly,
and they felt too powerful with those drinks in their irresponsible hands!   



Actions aren't justified when they are premeditated so perfectly,
killers make plans to murder someone, then claim insanity;
kids tell their parent lies to do things that are harmful and shameful,
down the road across Lisa's house, four kids barely seventeen drove into a light pole!



Their blood is still there, and thousands of flowers can't cover those stains,
unconsolable mothers kneel by their angels' beautiful pictures;
friends sob and hold back their tears, fearing they would be next!
Why trust kids fully, when a cautious word can definetly put some sense into them?



All parents are devastated by the death and tormented by the demise of their youngest:
when agony rips apart their wailing chest for not having done enough;
and to carry that guilt inside is a costly price: to have seen a young life wasted and lost!
Let's learn from these tragedies, and do more to prevent more fatalities!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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The Darkest Halloween

Under cloak of a midnight sky,
on Halloween, the moon was full.
An eerie sight there caught my eye,
I viewed his body being pulled.

The dirt unearthed was moist and fresh,
once the grave where he'd been placed;
a man of forty, so I'd guessed,
I could, just barely, see his face.

When I moved in closer still,
five tombstones soon surrounded me,
and chanting in the night air filled,
the prophesies of mystery.

On this day, so prophesied,
chanting of a thousand witches,
would raise the dead from all the tombs,
all the morgues, and crypts and ditches.

At the stroke of twelve, or so,
while stirring fast, strange witches brew,
their voices filled the midnight hour,
and chanted 'til the stroke of two.

Potions, cauldrons, signs of death,
raised my hair, as I held my breath.
"Ravens, Banshees, owls and trolls,
raise the bones of forty souls."

Witches moved to form an arc,
and in the center placed the man,
then dripped the blood of forty larks,
that severed both his lifeless hands.

When the chanting nearly ceased,
his hands began to fly like bats,
and to the air were doves released,
soon followed by a hundred cats.

Beyond fear, I was a wreck,
I told my feet to pick up steam,
but one hand grabbed me 'round the neck,
on this, the darkest, Halloween.

So, next time, as you walk alone,
in the dark, on a moonlit night,
remember the rest of his bones,
are out there to fill you with fright.

The witches, "sign of the five,"
are points of a star bringing death,
at this moment you're still alive,
while I am still catching my breath.

Each Halloween, at midnight,
his body still roams, that's no joke.
His hands are still able to fly,
and next time they'll fly at your throat.


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Skater Man

He stood all alone, helpless and cold.
 The vile words thrown at him, how bold.
They don't know his situation couldn't be controlled.
 If they would only listen as his story is told.

They think he is a drunk, or that he is crazy.
 "He probably has no home because he is lazy."
His life before this is all really hazy.
 I bet they never knew he likes Swan River Daisies.

He's not a person in their clouded eyes.
 They don't risk talking to him, it's probably all lies.
I see how people treat him and a part of me dies.
 If only they could see he's an angel in disguise.
  
He once was a CEO, a husband, and a father to be.
 His happiness was stolen when his wife's car hit a tree.
In a downward spiral, the future he no longer could see.
 It wasn't two lives lost in the crash, it was three.

His pain so great, he just couldn't cope.
 He thought God failed him, so he had no hope.
To ease the pain, he turned to dope.
 He'd hang himself, if only he had some rope.

Try as I might, I can't get him to come home.
 He says he is better off on the streets, all alone.
He thinks he ruins lives so the streets he'll roam.
 He has all he needs, he says, a toothbrush and a comb.

Its sad to know, I'm his one true friend.
 If only someone could make amends.
I listen with my heart and I don't condescend.
 I will be there for him until the end.

I pray for my "Skater Man", every night.
 The hand he was dealt, just wasn't right.
I pray he will one day see the light.
 Sadly, its his battle and one I just can't fight.


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Lost in Sorrow

Eyes full of tears,
Still crying over you.
Since you left the world,
It’s hard to continue.

Living this lonely life,
Full of emptiness and grief.
Your natural stay on earth,
Was all but too brief.

I know you left the shell,
God had let you borrow.
But since you left my heart,
I lost myself in sorrow.


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Concrete Dreams

Counterfeit smiles
Insipid hellos
Crossing paths
Destination known
Nobody has names
Just competing clothes
Glaring past glances
A forlorn flow
Stumbling off sidewalk
Onto crumbling street
Yet another sidewalk
Heads without feet
Lost to crowds
Blanched in between
Ponderous pedestrians
Rising steam
Tethered tomorrows
Skyscraper seams
Falling faces
Concrete dreams


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Crumpled Heap

Thou tooketh mine heart
And dashed it to the ground
From thy eternal sleep
Thou willst always hurt me 

My hopes thou dash’d
And tore apart my soul
Left in a crumpled heap
To fend on my own

The bleakest night was yet to come
When I saw thou with thine girl
The pain stabbed at my heart
And I feel it still


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Help Me

Exigent words
Cogent and plain
Hanging beneath
A precipice of pain


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A Man Named Jesus

I had a peaceful journey,
   Before I walked the earth,
I felt a warm presence,
   Before my feeble birth,

That held me in the womb,
   And took me in His hands.
Then He softly whispered,
   “One day you’ll be a man.”

He held me so tightly,
   Before my earthly name.
There was no suffering momma,
   ‘Cause a man named Jesus came.


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NEVER DESPAIR

Never despair when a loss hits home and you desperately seek
anyone to embrace, to let the tears decrease the unbearable pain,
which persists until you release it to your powerful faith;
only then the dreadful shadow is suddenly lifted by revelation... 



Death may be the only desire you invoke,
words and hugs that impart sympathy, can increase the yoke;
what is needed is more time to mourn by yourself,
sitting alone, meditating and delving into those forgotten images...



It may be an improper time to squeeze sweetness
out of memories that have turned overwhelmingly 
bitter, but out of a tragedy another miracle happens:
life is valued more and lived more fully and deligently...   



Never despair, or let the tears increase the unbearable pain,
that can make your spirit much weaker and delusive; denying it a desired stride
and that certain confidence to count how many tears you have shed,     
and see each one as a dewdrop absorbed by the warmth of the awakening sunrise...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Tula My Faithful Friend

You were always there
Whenever I needed a friend
You were comfort to me
Right to the very end

My sadness at losing you
Has brought me to tears
But your memory will be with me
All through the years

I know that you are safe now
In the heavens above
My faithful friend and guardian
Tula the angel of love





This was written for a friend of a friend that recently lost a family member, her faithful friend and puppy Tula. Many blessings to her and may her grief be replaced by the wonderful moments that she shared with her faithful friend. Smiles from Lena


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Leaving

I miss you like there's no tomorrow
I clench my chest to sooth my hearts sorrow
My head spins round and round
The reason He chose you cannot be found

My eyes water when your name is spoken
Your death, has me awoken 
These salty tears stream down my face
Life is going at a too fast pace

I ask God every night and day
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
My house is quiet with you gone
I just don't know what went wrong

My knees shake at the sound of your name
My life will never be the same
Nightmares wake me up each night
I can never reach you, when you're in my sight

You left my world a bitter and alone
My life is harder then a stone
So I loose, you win...
So let me be, let this darkness close in


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Hell

A sharpened blade
Slicing a sordid song
Dissecting angelic silence
A sanguine paragon
Mottled screams
Dripping down a steel shaft
Staining implacable fingers
Gripped by a demonic draft
A detached soul
Twisted by humanity’s bane
Heaven has but one perversion
And Hell is its domain


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Burning

My make up is running
Two black lines down my face
My body is burning
I return to that place

Hiding in my sorrow
My tears wetting my face
Always returning to tomorrow
I’m close to the place

As a sigh escapes my lips
A familiar voice speaks more unheard words
I feel the light caress of fingertips
I look above and see black birds

I’m in that place


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thinking by myself

Positioning my heart on a pole, 
I look deeper into my soul.
Feeling empty inside,
Leaving noting left to hide.

I'm filled with my deep desire,
It consumes me in its darkness.
Among these people with no shame,
All looking for fame.

For I am no free man,
In this cell I stand.
And a voice heard among the guilty,
Says sit down because you are still one of us.



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Fog

Rancid rancor
From a pungent poet
Sipping fermented anger
From a shoe of Moet
Caustic climax
Of a pernicious plot
Spilling into the holes
Of his soul’s rot
Lathered Laces
In a fuming froth
Tying her infidelity
In a knotted troth
Twisted tongue
Beneath a bedeviled bog
Silenced by frayed fingers
Beneath a drunken fog 


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The Woman In The Mirror

When I pass a mirror
and catch you watching me,
I'm stricken with the strangest chill
that no one else can see.

The resemblance is uncanny.
The face, the hair, the nose.
I'm even just about your height.
I guess that's how it goes.

I'll always be reminded 
of when you went away
each time I pass a mirror...
(That's every single day.)


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Words

They say words can heal
the most difficult of times,
strengthen your resolve 
and ease your mind.
But these are more than words,
they’re tears from my pen;
think of them as a warm embrace
offered by a grieving friend.
Please accept my condolences
and these words of mine,
written to comfort you
during a most difficult time.


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Newsflash

Newsflash
Nature at your door
A spectacle of wonder
Live on channel four
Raucous reporters flailing
Beneath whistling knifes
Glued eyes anesthetized 
By potential loss of life
Ratings rapidly rising
Above muted horizontal rain
Complacency collapsing beneath
Just another hurricane
Clothed carcasses floating 
Down raging river roadways
My God was that my neighbor
With whom my daughter plays
Excuses evacuated
As a tragedy tunes in 
Nature doesn’t play politics
But it will kill your kin


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Cardboard Box

Cardboard box
dormant and faded
tell me my life
forgotten and jaded

If God peeked in
would the Almighty sigh
he took my mom today
she taped your tattered side

Report cards, pictures
even a lock of blonde hair
grandma don't tell grandpa
I'm crying in his favorite chair

Why must we lose someone
to truly reminisce
was I really this happy once
him too I miss

Cardboard box
dormant and faded
tell me my life
forgotten and jaded


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So Long Old Friend

My very best to you old friend
As you venture on your way
I hope you find your place with God
And we meet again one day
You’ve been more than a friend to me
A father figure too
I hope you did not suffer friend
I pray the best for you
Be not so worried of your wife
Your kids are there and strong
Even though she’s crying now
We hope it won’t be long
Look down on us from time to time
We could use you as our guide
My very best to you old friend
I know you’ve reached His side
O’er Newfoundland just one more time
Look on it then, with cheer
We smile just to know you’re there
As we smile, too, to feel you here


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Traveler in the Snow

White is the snow,
When winter comes,
As I look, I know,
My face, it numbs.

As I walk through the white,
And it wraps me like a ring.
How I long for the sight,
Of the beautiful spring.

My brain swims around,
And my hands feel numb,
I can’t make a sound,
So Heaven, here I come.

Then all of a sudden,
When my throat gets tight,
My body has deadened,
And there’s a beautiful light.

No more agony,
And no more pain,
In Heaven I am happy,
With Jesus again!


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The Worst Warriors After Wars

Having suffered years of grueling tyranny, 
Sand is still red which should be tawny. 
Iraq has become a land of widows 
Men are cruely killed there in rows. 

Due to war when families are separated, 
Children are those who are worst affected. 
Phan Thi Kim Phuc is name of that woman, 
Who became goodwill ambassador in 1997, 

UNESCO gave her this honorable position 
She was photographed in a piteous condition, 
During the Vietnam War, in her childhood. 
But every child victim's luck isn't so good. 

War ends, in some years country recoups, 
Civilians honor their patriotic brave troops. 
Injured soldiers medicated at country's cost, 
Children loose their shelters when they need the most. 

Educatlion is far from such kid's dream
They have to leave their self-esteem
Fighting for food, having memories of terrors, 
After a war, they are the worst warriors. 


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News of Her Passing

She stood among the many faces of the volume
Yet, she remained a silent presence in the active world
She looked about, feeling lost and deep isolation
Just too much to truly handle for this little girl

Though a woman in years, her mind was so very young
There was no complete understanding grasped, ever held
Her wish, to fit, to fill, to just be a major part of the rest
With dreams and hopes, alive within, to never quell

The sunlight turned a blind eye upon her that June day
As darkness overcame her thoughts, creating then more strife
That lost, lonely girl, may she find the peace she always sought
For on that day in June, the world cried, she took her very life

A poet of the world, a gift for many hungry minds
For our eyes can only now look upon her written past
As no more dreams to write of, nor thoughts expressed
I pray she found her happiness and that it lasts



Godbye my friend, sorry I wasn't there for you. I am also sorry and saddened that 
time and so many miles came between us.


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My Daughter's Nightmare

She came to me with watery eyes,
Screaming of some bad dreams, she had.
My question, I asked of my little girl
Was, “Why are you crying? Why are you sad?”

She told me she thought of us leaving,
My wife and I, from her world and sight.
She cried hysterically at thoughts of our passing,
That all I could do was comfort, hold her tight.

This poor little girl had a sense of reality,
Though, luckily death hasn’t happened as of yet.
I reassured her we’re not going any time soon
And if life were a gamble, I’d place a bet.

She looked at me through her red-teared eyes,
Smiled briefly, as she questioned life with God above.
I realized my ten year old was growing so fast
And at this moment was sharing all of her love.

I told her that we would again, one day be together
Provided we live well and always do our best.
She said, “Daddy, I think I understand it all now.
We have to work together in life. That is our test.”

She showed me age doesn’t give wisdom, love does.
She let me know of her true unwavering love.
She taught her father a thing or two, this night,
About life and death, both, being gifts from above.


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Fly On

The sparrow had been gone for many a year now
It had taken to the heavens to soar on the breeze
But, if you look up, you may catch then a glimpse
Of the loved sparrow in flight, putting heart at ease

It had gone, but yet it stayed, in those of its seed
The hatchlings that had grown, well enough to fly
Yet, I never looked upon them, saw their beauty
As I kept watching for the first sparrow, in the sky

Had I looked on the nest, to where the little ones were
I would’ve seen that the sparrow had left pieces behind
For there, in the beauty, of new stretching wings
Was the truth and love just waiting there to find

I had missed their first flight, their coming of age
Oh, the courtships they had, my eyes did not see
Because, here I stood, always looking to the sky
Waiting for something that would never come to be

But now, now I see, I can even hear the sparrow’s song
Each note is melodic, each young one, so wild, so free
I shan’t look away to watch the sky any more in dream
I will watch these sparrows, keeping them close… to me


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TellMeWhatToDoWithLove

  Glowing castles fall to embers
in the dying funeral pyre
no one left who still remembers
who was laid upon the bier

 night owls eyes reflect the shimmer
of the burning coals demise
as the flames grow ever dimmer
and the stricken spirit flies

  all alone here in the evening
under stars so high above
I am staying,you are leaving,
tell me what to do with love.


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Oh, Why?

Oh why, oh brother, did you leave?
Did you really mean to go?
Was there something you were searching for?
What was it you needed to know?
And how, dear brother, will the children bear
the burden of what is true?
What will they think and what will they feel
and how shall I talk of you?
So, help me brother, on my way,
to help them with their strife.
And tell me brother why you chose
to take your very life.


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Ramses

While the moon shines bright o’er the Sphinx
In a land of sand so far
A pharaoh holds his dying son 
While praying to a star

He challenged the word presented him
His feelings never bent
Upon him then a curse was placed
As death to the son was sent

The first born child was marked with death
As a result of his father’s denial
Had the pharaoh heeded the word
No death would be on the Nile

But, alas, he hadn’t, many had died
As a result of his own ignorance
Lives could have been spared, had he listened
And bowed to His magnificence


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My Headstone

Here lies a man
who first was a son.
Stayed with his parents
‘til he found the right one.
Then he was half
of the pair that we knew.
He loved her immensely
with a devotion so true.
He’s also a father
of four, don’t you know?
Because of so many
that’s why he did go.

Rest in peace, you’ve earned it!


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Embrace Now

We shall not be here always
As one day, too, we’ll leave
Fear not that day of passing
For now’s no time to grieve
With love and admiration
Hold strong, within your hearts
The love that knows no boundaries
The love we now impart

Today, we have each other
A family proud and true
As it continues always on
All our love is here for you
So, hold it now, smile a smile
You’ll know no greater love
Than the love, we, as a family
Were gifted from above

Today’s the day to make a vow
Not to another, but unto you
Keep love within your heart, always
You’ll forever keep us there, too


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My Parting

 A vision came to me as in a dream.
For me the sun would set and rise no more.
Gone all my admirations and esteem.
My spirit fell and sunk into its core.

No sun, no warmth, no inner-peace. Ah no!
Within a constant solitude and yet,
Calm of morning an eastward wind had stole.
My scream fell on no ear –I had no breath.

My soul had sought not sun, or moon or star.
My body laid the length of all the earth.
A sadness fell away! -Away and far.
No Heaven, no Hell I found to be the worth.

No comfort stroke within this final void.
What whispers earth unvoiced and not to scream.
Life be forgotten nothing verve enjoyed,
This vision came to me as in a dream.


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Mother's Silent Words

Weep not, dear sweet child, 
Your mother lives in the sky
Remember she loves you
And will be keeping an eye

She is smiling so pretty
As she watches you grow
She is ever so proud
She wants you to know

She wants you to be happy
Not shed any tears
She wants you to be strong
To control all your fears

She holds in her hands
A trinket of her love
She’ll bestow on you, child
When you meet her above

Now, she wants you to know
It’s important to go on
Keep her in your heart, loving
And forever be strong


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Departing Soon

Hello, dear friend, it’s been a while
I hope to hear you’re doing well
How are you feeling, how’s the family?
Please chat with me and sit a spell.

The rooms of life have lost their sunshine
As age, like draperies, come to close
The sun still strong is trying hard now
To reach me here, before repose

So, speak dear friend, of the outside
Tell me of the sun’s warming grace
Let me know then, before I travel
By gazing at your smiling face


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What is thatBlood Upon Your Hands?

  What
is that blood upon your hands
my one and only child?

  Have
you destroyed all our plans
for all your running wild?

  Why
do you sit alone and cry,
hot tears upon your face?

  I
fear I see the future die,
for all your dark disgrace.

  My
spirit flies around the world
and cannot find surcease,

  So
bright our ventures were unfurled
and now there's no release.

  What
have you done?Come tell the truth,
come to me 'ere I find,

  That
you have slain the bird  of youth
and left our hopes behind.

  "I'll
sail across the ocean blue,
dear Mother don't you fear,

 And
I'll return when things are new,
a fortnight or a year.

  The 
night came in andstole my soul
while conscience was asleep,

  I
never meant to take the role
but evil thoughts can creep

  Into
the purest mind that rests
besot with spirits bright,

  I
owed a thousand more in debts
and could not set it right.

  Forgive
me now as I depart,across the rolling sea

  I
never meant to break your heart,
Forgive and think of me."


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Wounded Soul

Burdened by harshness, overcome with grief
The young man pondered, complete disbelief
It was only yesterday, a smile she had brought
Yesterday is gone and now he has naught.

At the hands of another, she was taken too fast
Wet roads, blurred vision, wasn’t meant to last
She was coming to meet him, nightcaps for two
When the other, abruptly, changed what was due

The phone it then rang, “Mr Johnson? Sargeant Stedt”
That’s all he could remember of the words I just said
“Your wife, sir, she had an accident, please come quick”.
His heart then stopped beating, he was violently sick.

He arrived at the scene. Two cars were torn apart.
He still hoped for a chance, with all of his heart.
It was too late. She had gone. He felt so alone
As he bent to kiss her softly. Oh, the love he had shown.

With my arm around him, asking him to take a seat,
I saw how he weakened. He must be off his feet.
I explained how the other seemed to have lost control
Yet, he did not hear me, this poor wounded soul.

Knowing his burden of the many days ahead
I gave him a card, of which he now read
A plain old hallmark that seemed to say it all
And I knew that it helped when he started to bawl.

“Weep not for the loss; the love of your life
Think of those happy times, those days with your wife
Be grateful of your time and sharing each breath
Celebrate her living, grieve not of her death.”


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Flee the Fire

Hear through ears of turbulent change,
Taste with crackling desire
Feel the room exhale in a sigh
with your senses akin to the fire

Straddle your gait as you pull in the reigns
Footsteps singed black by the floor
Smoke vision cleans you, a soul polish shine
of ashes to dust evermore

Walls aching now and a moment from falling
Pregnant clouds not quick enough in their calling
Sky like the anger of a woman red scorned
Sagging floor licked in it's blisters forlorned

Sap all your strength as you fall to your knees
Heavy air settles your breath
Fly through your life an instant with ease
like the infinite rattle of death

You were just sleeping and dreaming of warmth
engulfed in the yearning to pray
Burst open the door to be instantly cooled
in the arms of your life, a new day...


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Passing Thoughts

On thoughts of passing from this world
One could expect sadness, remorse
Yet, I say smile, welcome the change
For if the one was good, then it’s just the course

For each person shall venture to the life promised
To their heaven, their soul destined fate
On thoughts of passing from this world
I tell you now, for this, I can’t wait  


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What You Leave Behind

I touched upon an old handkerchief
That sent my mind to better days
The scent of perfume was held within
As the image of you left me crazed

Alive you were again standing before me
That smile only you possessed, held me dear
It was as if you had never left me
Still standing close, so very near

Each time I hold something you left me
So many things then come to mind
But I only see the positive, the beauty
For that is what you left behind…

Memories left, for me to find


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Perhaps

The day you walked away
i felt lost in the most unusual way
part of my mind shut down that day
and now i don't know what to say

maybe you never left me
just the life you didn't want to see
but how could I not be
the person I was when there was we

perhaps you are still here
there are times i swear you are still so near
but you slipped away into yester-year
I just wished things were more clear


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What You Leave Behind

I touched upon an old handkerchief
That sent my mind to better days
The scent of perfume was held within
As the image of you left me crazed

Alive you were again standing before me
That smile only you possessed, held me dear
It was as if you had never left me
Still standing close, so very near

Each time I hold something you left me
So many things then come to mind
But I only see the positive, the beauty
For that is what you left behind…

Memories left for me to find


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If Only In Life?

She wore the most beautiful of gowns
Her skin was soft and pure perfection
Lips, they were the most delicious red
She was at the top of anyone’s selection

She was quiet, an attribute quite desired
It seemed she was also well at ease
I couldn’t help but stare at her beauty
And know that she was finally at peace

Death becomes her…


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Ready?

Demons walk upon the earth
Hidden forms, have human birth
Devils, they, who take not give
Death to us, is how they live.

Think for a moment, if you please
Is death the end? I ask with ease.
For then we meet the chosen one
God the father, His Holy Son.

So, death, then isn’t all that bad
Though when it’s others, we feel sad.
But, if to die by another’s cause
Is that a reason to give pause?

Remember, to where, we can ascend
So, death for now is not the end
And if a demon should come to call
Tell him you are ready and that is all.


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My Legacy

As evening ends the sun shall set
And then, will come the dark.
Forgive my soul every debt
As my candle looses spark.

In the night, burn no light
Do not seek my souls return.
Weep not for me and have no fright
No ties to earth, I've earned.

As morning breaks my shadow cast
No more upon the ground.
When I am gone and breathed my last
No more my voice will sound.

Then in the still of the night
When loneliness surrounds
Review our life with all your might
Shared love of which we found.

This is my entire legacy
I leave to you my dear,
Your love was salvation for me
Upon this grinding mortal sphere.