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Soul Of A Fanciful Unicorn - Life Of A Commonplace Horse

My life is like that of a commonplace horse
that stays where they’ve put her all day;
she lives very much like the others, of course,
accepting her fate, eating hay!

At times she is plowing ( for work is her lot);
at other times, giving a ride
to those who reward her with a smile. . . or not!
But seemingly, she’s satisfied.

For like many others, who graze in the field,
She’s needed and loved; she gets by.
Though life is not bad, to routine she must yield,
but her mind - which can’t rest - wants to fly!

You see, I’ve a soul not that of this mare.
I look through the fence and I see
pastures much greener, and far away there
are places much sweeter for me. . . 

I see myself frolicking in quietude
where the world has a rainbow hue.
With fanciful musings my mind is imbued
and the roses I’m sniffing are blue!

I’m gentle, romantic, yet wild and carefree,
and my coat is a glistening white.
Liltingly, I move like poetry.
And my essence is pure delight.

Yes, over that fence, I so want to go -
where creative thought is born;
where lyrical words with euphony flow,
for I am a unicorn!

For Frank H's Self Portrait Poetry Contest

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Frosted Panes - re-post

When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry
With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea

With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past
You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass
Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland
As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand

And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air
We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair
To lands I’d never been before we stepped upon those shores
And through your eyes I saw each one and still I wanted more

The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green       
As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream
And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane
The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again

You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes
And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died
So when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again 


Written:  Jan 15, 2011

Author:  Elaine George
First Place in Brian Strand's contest:  Let's See
4th   Place In - Anything goes contest

In loving memory of my Dear Papa 'Captain James George'.

Authors Note:
When I was a child of three, I Went to live for a year with my Grandparents in Nova 
Scotia. At that time my Grandfather was a retired Sea Captain of a Three Mast 
Schooner. He had spent most of his life at sea, taking lumber and coal to New 
Brunswick and various ports in the U.S. and in the winter months, would carry on  to 
pick-up and deliver  cargo in the  West Indies. Although my time with him was short, 
the memories we shared have comforted me through-out the years.  



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No Greater Love

For God so loved this sinful world, He gave us all His son; That we might live with Him one day, when life on Earth is done. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. The time was short for Jesus Christ, but what He gave mankind To lift our hearts and save our souls has yet to be refined. The grace and style in which He moved through politics and fools, Has paved the way for paths we trod through worldly ways and rules. His teachings spread throughout the land, His miracles renowned, He only had to touch a life to show His love was sound. Two thousand years have come and gone since Christ communed with man; And with his dying saved us all, to serve God's ancient plan. He rose from death, as He had said, and proved His word was true, That life eternal waited those who choose to suffer through. Salvation came that fateful day, the Bible tells us so; And time has shown that through God’s love the weakest spirits grow. Now, modern times are hard on us and cause us all to doubt, For change is there at every turn, and Satan’s always out. It’s now we need the love of God, for always, as before; Just lift your heart and ask for it, and see what lays in store. It’s through God’s love we handle change and how it makes us strong In ways we deal with worldly things and sort the right from wrong. For change is just another way the Lord sees fit to use To make our days seem fresh and new with paths to take and choose. It’s by our faith we live our lives and seek a brighter day, And how we find the confidence when doubts get in the way. But most of all it’s happiness that faith’s been known to give When our misfortunes come to cloud these modern times we live. We need not fear what God has wrought. We need not know His plan. We only need to know He’s there, and love’s in store for man. Just think the words you’d ask in prayer, and ere a sound be heard, His perfect love will fill your heart before you’ve breathed a word. No greater love was ever known, no greater gift bestowed, And for the love He sacrificed, no greater debt’s been owed. But God forgave our debt to Him, we live in grace today; The greatest love you’ve ever known is just a breath away.

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Another Day

A torch carried on forever, indeed,
for the aggressive rhymer in me,
is alive again, unshackled and freed,
rising to challenge another day, I see.

As I found myself lost deep in Tolkien,
with epic Star Wars, never ending,
surrounded in a geek paradise, serene,
optical illusions before me, suspending.

Life's songs on guitar strings strummed,
an epiphany unlike they've ever heard,
euphoric dreams in my visions hummed,
as I pen archaic word after archaic word.

Artistry is born only to be my brother,
encircled this star, a pentagram made,
my day is done, I have conquered another,
as the sun slowly brings down the shade.

A Word Collage For Chan Hurst

(Cyndi MacMillan's contest)

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Jukebox Gigolo

Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor fool,
But think’n man tonight—Oh Boy, I’m really gonna hit the pay dirt!

Old Zack in this small Texas town is reputed to be quite a lecherous hoot,
As he raucously and recklessly rolls old worn quarters into the slot
Of the old bar-room Wurlitzer while snicker’n and smil’n to boot,
And plays his tearful and twangy jerk-water music while smil’n a lot!

Old Zack is this town’s “Jukebox Gigolo,” a real lover boy—Oh Boy!
He wears his patched cowboy hat and his scuffed silver-studded boots,
Meant to impress young girls and bar-fly floozies who have the Joy!
Of being with this bewildering, withered, weathered man and his boots.

Old Zack has a fad’n recollection of events and a silver mane of hair,
With a cigarette in his hand and cuss’n like a nasty little stable boy,
He downs whiskey shots and tequila seconds like no tomorrow on a dare,
While chas’n whiskey glass ice cubes and the tequila worm—being so coy.

Old Zack while a swigg’n down his whiskey mucho fast and direct,
He has now that blind courage to fight or to love—whichever is first, 
While the old Wurlitzer resonates a rueful hick song for a teary effect,
But Old Zack can’t move now for this song has him sobb’n the very worst.

Old Zack with his nicotine-whiskey breath and his pockmarked face,
Personifies the image of an ideal loser of a man—with problems all,
While fight’n, scream’n, and punch’n others to gain some precious space,
He’s a showcas’n his reservoir of manly prowess—with problems all.

Old Zack was young once and not so wild, withered, weathered like now,
And he thought he was a really smart dude—all right moves and all,
But was really a man act’n far above his funny fake smart brow, 
And now a cry’n on his bar-room stool and act’n like a fool before a fall.

Old Zack Adams—alcoholic as he truly is and sly and slick as a Texas fox,
Is not really so good with his women friends nowadays—for his real talent
Is in roll’n those old worn quarters pieces one-by-one into the old Jukebox,
Sing’n—“I’m the Jukebox Gigolo”—“a Drunk and a Delight,” that’s real talent!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany 
(October 7, 2014) (Rhyme poetic format)

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From There To Here.

As you ponder each turn that has landed you here,
taut tempo will quicken and frail futures loom near.
Take one somber moment, step away from the din:
The voyage, the detours, the past and what's been.

You look back behind you to retrace every mile.
It bring tears of regret and the trace of a smile.
Hang on first, then let go, due to whimsy or age.
What you keep in the end is the test of a sage.

Fools still ignore the supreme ticks of the clock,
in each change in fashion, embraced by the flock.
Walk on and ignore them, don't bother to chide,
these pathetic lemmings swept away by the tide.

Peer off in the distance as you fight off the chill.
You must climb still further to the top of the hill.
Play the tailor to time, cut and trim, make it fit.
Find the time in your life. Take time to enjoy it.

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Wake Up Little Sleepy Head

Wake up little “Sleepy head”
It’s time to rise and shine – 
Get up out of that old bed
There are mountains yet to climb. 

Put on your shoes and sweater
Take a walk amidst the trees – 
Come listen to the sound of loons
Wafting in the breeze. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
The hour is drawing near –
For you to dance and find romance 
And the path that you must steer. 

In this carousel ride on which you fly
Throughout this life you’re living – 
Come find yourself and all you’re worth
And learn the gift of giving.

Wear that pretty purple dress
That matches your dark eyes – 
And don’t forget to stop and rest  
When rainbows fill the sky. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
The flower garden’s near – 
Waiting for you to plant some seeds
That will sprout anew next year.

While you look for love from high above 
And in everyone you meet – 
Today it’s time for you to find 
Diamonds at your feet. 

Wake up now little “Sleepy head”
It’s time to move along –
No more waiting, hesitating
To find where you belong. 



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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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Stand By Me

Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong,
You stand by me, so easy to find,
like the repeating words of a song,
always right here on my mind.

Daylight shines and again, I see your face,
night comes near and still you stand by,
forever, with arms awaiting an embrace,
even if stones were falling from the sky.

You're feet never tire, they never ache,
as you stand by me for endless years,
steady and strong, even if the ground should quake,
now I have a reason to never shed tears.

That ocean was deep, but you pulled me through,
and saved a life that was sinking fast,
you just stand by me and I'm no longer blue,
a feeling that I want to ever last.

Because, my friend, you are so ideal,
with promises that stay unbroken,
I often wonder, how can you be real?,
a question that will go unspoken.

Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong,
you stand by me, so easy to find,
like the repeating words of a song,
always right here on my mind.

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In Celebration of REAL Men

The strength of a man is not determined
By his muscles or his brawn
It is determined by his strength
To admit when he is wrong

The wisdom of a man
Is not determined by myriad facts
It is determined by the way
That wisdom is seen in his acts

The integrity of a man
Is not determined by his claim
It is determined by the reputation
That follows around his name

The love of a man
Is not determined by mere time
It is determined by each moment
That he makes you feel sublime

The sexual prowess of a man
Is not related to his size
It’s how he satisfies your needs
And what you see there in his eyes

The chivalry of a man
Is not determined by his manhood
It is determined by how he nurtures
You to revel in womanhood

The passion of a man
Is not his need to self-gratify
It is determined by how often
He makes the effort to satisfy

The wealth of a man
Is not seen in monetary things
But by those things that are free
That to your life he brings

The age of a man
Is not seen in the age life deals
But by the strength of his heart
And how young he makes you feel

The sweetness of a man
Is not determined by what he says
But it's determined by the fact
That you want him more each day

The humour of a man
Is not determined by a hurtful tease
It’s determined by how your laugh
When his words your heart please

A man is an awesome creation
That I’m determined to venerate
As Eve’s daughter much in love
This male wonder I celebrate.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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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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12,045 Days ......(and counting)

My affirmation deceitfully severed
forever robbed by selfishness
Left to tackle life alone 
Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess

He left when I was three 
The crevasse has increased for 33 years
Traded his life with us 
For another woman and a couple of beers

He wasn't there to pick me up
When I fell off of my bike 
To teach me how to fish 
Or enjoy a nature hike

Now I'm a father to my son 
Hoping not to make the same mistake
Living day to day on this lake of life
My son in tow through my own wake

It's been nine years and we're going strong 
Six more years with my son
That's more with him than I had with mine 
My son I guard in a web I've spun

A web of love, discipline, and nurture
Full of "I love you's" and "see ya in the morning"
A kiss before school and one before bed
Lots of playing, talking, reading, and singing

My son doesn't know the pain I feel 
To not know my dad in intimate ways
No hands to comfort me or words to heal
No dad in sight for 12,045 days.............................(and counting) 

My son and I have a great relationship and for this I am thankful......

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Dance Of The Butterflies

I had received lots of love in years past I have felt all joys and pitfalls of it No pain seems to enter my simple life Love entertains me, that wonderful hit I know my life floats above tender hearts That which brings love, but sometimes avoids me I move quickly this way and that in air I have “dance of the butterflies” simply My life moves in all respects here and there Highs and lows of dance are of gratitude Love escapes my lips to my gracious love My eyes have passion that brings attitude
Contest: Dance of the Butterflies Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 6/5/2013 I know it's a Quatrain...a Rhyming Poem (I hope it's acceptable)

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He Was Once a Politician

That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through

My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight

As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!

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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

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Whisper Of Your Soul

           Whisper Of Your Soul
       (Soul Listens On A Whisper)

Murmurs soft are sensed, mimic nature, diaphanous clouds spread wide
Settle softer than a translucent butterfly on spring light snow
It is the moon flirting in ebullience, fog rising on a thin film on winds side  
Lifting skirts or is it veils?  Unknown in this muted light of whispers glow
Mist rolls across the bog, pulls along reluctant virgin night
By golden glow, that holds the sky in humble hush, abeyance in a trance
Tracking down the birth of morning, bursting full of light 
Barely able to mutter the words, “the light of day”, the endless dance 

You feel the vibrant tones, fold over meadows as you go
A vestigial tiny vessel of a virgin’s secret opens here
Chasing dark away along the marsh with pounding heart to know
The open glen is near, fills up in brilliant colors clear

Soft luscious sounds fall silent on the morning air and then
Listen, it whispers on the minutia of the moment something true 
Holds on to quiet in the silent glen
Waiting on a whisper Imbued with truth, soft thoughts of you

Created on 12/16/14 for “Whisper Of Your Soul” Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle

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My Sweet Indulgences

I start my day with bubbles on my skin
and water nearly hot when I jump in!
Replying to friends' emails makes me glow.
A quickie breakfast; off to work I go!

My work is pretty nice; I teach each day.
I can't imagine any other way
to earn my keep; my job is kind of fun.
I'm sure it's not like that for everyone.

I make a big production of my lunch
by heating soup or popcorn I can munch
while reading poems online here at the school.
By 5 or 6, I'm home. My nights are cool. . .

I fix a lovely dinner for my honey.
My sweet indulgences don't cost much money.
We chat and watch TV. I feel extremely
content with things I simply do routinely!

Written 2/3/15

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Baby Brave

A boy lines up plastic soldiers 
In straight rows across his floor.
He knocks them down with callow ease
In a naive game of war.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In between rich, well-known places,
Little boys become those soldiers -
Grow hard lines upon their faces.

Guns weigh down their frail frames,
As they march in groups like drones;
Passing by jumbles of bodies -
Messy piles of flesh and bones.

One cries softly in the corner,
Another cannot bear the sound.
He takes the blunt side of his gun
And beats the other to the ground.

In the streets they pass right over
Mothers murdered, sisters raped,
Countless men whose limbs are broken,
But whose empty eyes still gape.

Narrow roads become red rivers,
Neighbourhoods go up in flames,
Backyards turn into cold graveyards -
Still they play this twisted game.

Far across the deepest ocean,
In the richest, well-known places,
Boys line up their plastic soldiers
With blind smiles upon their faces.

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The Ending of The Show

Have you ever listened to the silence?
Alone in the giant trees
Have you ever experienced your soul?
Being totally at ease
Have you ever stood atop a volcano?
Felt its trembling power
Ever smelled the sulfur boiling in the pits
Man that sure is sour
Have you ever loved with all that you are?
Holding nothing back
Have you ever completely lost who you are?
Trying to find your way back
Have you ever stood atop a mountain?
Cursed the Lord above
Have you ever sat alone in a Prison cell?
Accepting his forgiving love
You know I have been an evil man
Every sense of the word
In my memory I remember screams
Tormenting to be heard
So much I wish that I could forget
So much I have to tell
About the emptiness you feel inside
The pure solitude of hell
My life no longer belongs to me
I am on a quest
To show the world a man can be
Beyond any test
My pain is deep and my spirits are high
Eagle gliding in the sky
Brave enough to fight any man
Strong enough to cry
A rock to those who know me well
A leader in the night
A warrior that would never run
God I love the fight
A tender man of true compassion
My wife taught me well
That’s why everything that I can be
I offer to her spell
Angels come with big brown eyes
Strong enough at heart
They encourage you to rise above
Finish what you start
Sometimes when I start to write
I fall into a trance
And the poem becomes a partner
Gliding in a dance
Where the poem goes is with the flow
I just tag along
I try real hard to keep the beat
Swaying with the song
Some parts are good and others bad
Some are in between
But from the first word to the last
The soul in me is seen
I pray before that final curtain call
I will have left my mark
That people will think back and say
The light rose from the dark
Everyone must choose their own way
I am no one to lead
If you wish to make your life a garden
I have some real good seed
Always be totally honest with yourself
The person that you are
Space is a place full of dark matter
Grasp to your own star
Be strong enough to always open up
Let go of what you hide
Because in the overall scheme of things
They’re a nowhere ride
If you wish to hold the one you love
Always let it show
Remember that they must be free
We all need room to grow
Trust in them with all that you are
Never forget to show
That they are the one you will adore
To the ending of the show

Due to the length I joined the four line stanzas together

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A Brand New Leash for Me

I left your side not long ago,
To run on Heaven‘s fields.
I know you’ll miss me daily,
While writing poems on the hills.

With no farewells exchanged,
And no time to say goodbye.
I was gone before you knew it,
And only God knows why.

Though we parted company,
I’ll check in from up above.
The hardest thing to do,
Is to leave the ones I love.

I wish, I could take your pain,
As you drown in sorrow’s sea.
Don’t let the emptiness of death,
Take the place of me.

I know you’ll grieve me dearly,
And your secret tears will flow.
But as you face this sadness,
Your happiness will grow.

Whenever you feel lonely,
My memories’ll get you through.
Please continue pressing on,
Don’t fill your life with I miss you’s.

Whenever you’re in heaven,
Please know the love will last.
For everyday is the same,
There’s no longing for the past.

For some day on life’s long road,
You’ll hear God call your name.
And on that day you hear His voice,
Peace’ll be yours to claim.

And we will walk again,
Up on these glistening fields.
And you can write your poems,
With me at your heels.

And when your life is over,
And God sets you free.
He will hand your loving hand, 
A brand new leash for me.

For my late dog and Constance's
All Pets Go to Heaven Contest

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You make me feel numb

I do believe in magic
I so believe in peace
I believe you know undoubtedly
Of beauties and of beasts
The human spirit can withstand
And rise above the shrine
Belittle all you want, my dear
I’ll be the dwarf in time
But I’ll evolve as I hold dear
These sentiments that haunt you
I’ll cherish every single tear
Because you’ve plagued me to
I’ll turn the other rosy cheek
Though undeserved it may be
I will forgive, but won’t forget
The promised growth inspired in me
Further more, I wish to say
Remind me that I’m still alive
Disturb the sleeping monsters 
Please provoke me to survive
You compliment this hypocrite
Attention seeking scum
And help stick out the finger
That outranks the sorest thumb

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100 Shards of Pen

Erase a word
Mundane and wrought
Smoldering fire
Of indifferent thought

Pluck a phrase
Wild and untamed
Primordial howl
Of random flame

Sing a verse
Naked and free
Poetic gale
Of crashing seas

Tell a tale
Endearing and true
Passionate prose
Of life’s muse

Ask a heartbeat
Women and men
Who feels
100 shards of pen

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The Lonely Poet

Paste on your passion smile
Crisp all your words
as you settle yourself 
to be self-consumed, heard
Whisper sweet nothings
which only you know
Don't stop the banter,
the words or the flow
You've reached the summit
of the loneliest point
You're king of the vacancy
best in the joint
Write all your poems
on the back of your hand
and read them at supper
of cream pie and sand
Your siblings will stand up
and whisper applause
You've felt all emotion
and ridden all stars
They bid you good-bye
for you're out of their league
and to think you just wanted
to be heard, succeed...

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We, the Imperfect People...

We don't expect something from nothing 
but always keep hope lightly lit
We want what we know won't be quite good for us
and force situations which never will fit
We speak when we should hold our tongues by the throat
and let silence bounce off the air
We verbalize nothing and yet all at once
we scream that the world is unfair
We hold all the cards to our life in one hand
and grab with the other at dreams
We grow up imperfect and tragic and bent
and about to burst out at the seams
And yet in this comedy of errors
we still pin dark dignity down and demand
that we're made in the image of One who is mighty
and not a mere mortal, a man
We yearn for a taste of perfection
and search with an uncommon zeal
We reach out for moments which polish our bones
and convince us our future is real...

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My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same

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Eternal Everlasting Joy

Sometimes, I think about my life
And the prices I have paid
All the places I have been
The choices I have made

Seems somewhere along the path
I stumbled upon a stone
At that moment I realized
I’d forgotten my way home

My home became a prison cell
My memory was forgotten
My soul was like an egg
An egg that had gone rotten

Sorry I had to go away
You didn’t deserve my shame
I moved very far away
No connection to my name

My life has always been a lie
One I kept hidden from you
When you thought I was in college
Serving time up in the zoo

On the day I was released
You thought I graduated
The moment you were most proud
Another lie to be hated

I have learned it’s never to late
I believe those words are true
Grandma I’m on a mission
I will graduate for you

I really want to earn the pride
You gave me so long ago
I think it will bring some peace
Releasing guilt up in my soul

I’ve learned in the game of life
We must earn our pride
Even if the people are gone
Resting on the other side

I’ve learned in the game of life
Even though they may be hard
Choices aren’t like rolling dice
They're not like flipping cards

Choices define who we are
I know these words are true
Every choice I know make
Are bringing me back home to you

Grandma, I know where heaven is
It’s right here inside my heart
Inside of mine your memory
Until death will never part

During the time I have left
I vow to always let it show
All the seeds you sowed in me
I shall nourish as they grow

In the end I’ll sit with you
Just like when I was a boy
We’ll sing and praise Jesus’ name
With eternal everlasting joy

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Each Spring Takes Wing

The crocus first peers from beneath cold earth
Finding warm air and sunshine o’er the snow
Magnificent colors paint hearts with mirth
As in full swing lovers’ great passions grow

Most women associate love with spring
Though young men’s thoughts turn to baseball diamonds
While children fly kites that take gentle wing
As snowbirds return from tropic islands

How blessed we are to breathe that fresh air
One more spring in the calendar of life
When lilacs fill gardens with lavender flare
Vows uttered as man makes woman his wife

Their first child’s birth arrives the next April
Just months after grandma’s been laid to rest
Seasons like ages approach ever graceful
As robins watch offspring fly from the nest

For PD's "Spring" contest

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The Madness In My Mind

Walking through the darkness
of the madness in my mind
I stumble on the pieces
of the twisted thoughts I find
I think about the way I am
and what I'll never be
as I sort through the wreckage
of what once was known as me
Searching for the sunshine
I am drowning in the rain
submerged in black emotion
I'm infused with all it's pain
There is no way I can escape
this hell inside my head
and though I am still breathing
I've become the living dead
In my heart I'm grieving
for a life I'll never know
I'm begging for my freedom
as I feel my madness grow
I am praying for redemption
as I choke on bitter tears
but I cannot find forgiveness
as I'm swallowed by my fears

I wonder if they see it
when they look into my eyes
I'm torn apart and weakened
as in silence my heart cries
and all the feelings that I hold
are suffocating me
as they cut and claw my mind
until they're all I see
Time is rushing by me
I am tired, growing old
the winds of change are blowing
and their bite is harsh and cold
I keep fighting for my freedom
but my freedom I won't find
as long as I am living
in the madness of my mind
Living with my madness
is the only life I know
and so much time is wasted
as my useless teardrops flow
I don't need to see tomorrow
should it be just like today
while I'm living in my madness
I'm not living anyway

Note: This was written after a bout with my depression and all is well!  To quote a dear, 
beloved friend, I am “Making lemonade”!  Love, Robin

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Soundless met Emptiness

Today I sat in silence gently closing my eyes
Saying goodbye to sounds that makes our world alive
Slowly I started to drift, deeper into an unknown black
Where sound has never been heard, where life also lacked

The deeper and further I went, uncharted by any man
Where silenced echoed it's silence, right back to our future plan
In this void of soundless emptiness, dust particles brushed me so
Prompting me to open my eyes, allowing my eyes to glow

So fortunate I think to myself, being present at the beginning of time
Finding the truth of yesterdays tomorrows, now knowing where man has climbed
I watch the particles spinning, over millions and millions of years
Creating planets we know now, aligned are these magnificent spheres

Gradually I work my way back, enlightened at what I had viewed
Knowing that we are only a blip in time, being here is so misunderstood
So many follow their paths, knowing of their yonder 
So today I sat in silence, gladly closing my eyes I wandered

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

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The Day Time Stood Still

It was just another morning
when it started out that day
with all our plans and schedules
we hurried on our way
Then time stood still before us
as in our disbelief
we watched in silent horror
wrapped in sorrow, filled with grief
The tragedy unfolded
as the minutes passed us by
the minutes turned to hours
and we kept on asking why
We prayed to God in Heaven
as we faced so many fears
and paralyzed within our shock
we cried a million tears
As the sky was falling down
with eyes too blurred to see
we cried for every precious life
and for humanity
I know the earth kept turning
as the hours slipped away
but while our world was shattering
time stood still that day

Dedicated to all those whose lives were touched by that tragic day -  9/11/01

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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”

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Flower Petals in the Wind

Though it seems like petals fell by the wind But actually the flower pushed them out One by one they would fall from the flower But somehow the wind seemed to know no doubt Soon as the petals came loose the wind blew Carried them far in the air, so privileged But the flower held firm to those last few It wasn’t letting the wind gain leverage But as the petals came loose, and wind blows Petals would dance a special loving dance Sometimes two would intertwine twice as strong Flowing was second nature like a trance Powers of the flower outweigh the wind But the petals when free get a joy ride No matter the petal, wind will get you Free to flow down, nature you must abide
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Petals In The Wind" contest 1/19/2013

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We Are Like the Shooting Stars

We are like the shooting stars
Underneath God’s sun.
Speeding down our own life paths
Till our time is done.

Numberless, like bits of dust,
Moving through our space,
All so different, yet alike
In the human race.

Infants first; then life heats up
And we show a glow.
Growing old, we then burn down.
Swiftly our lives go!

Some of us are just plain white.
Some have special hue.
Special ones are yellow, green,
Orange, red or blue.

Few, for good or bad, crash down,
And they’ll always be
Meteorites we recall
Throughout history.

Not remembered always on
Pages of our books,
Are the stars at whom we take
Fondest second looks.

Fireballs, they will burn down too,
But the light they give
Shines the brightest. May we all
As bright fireballs live!

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Oh to be that Butterfly

It's now the heart of the summer
Perched on parched, I on this leaf
Rains are forever cried for
To moisten and rid earths grief

Suddenly I hear a rustling
Corn stalks bend and sway
A creature just so beautiful
Allures these words I say

As I talk I feel their excitement
Describing this beauty so fair
Porcelain skin she is
With shoulder length blonde hair

Curvaceous now shows as she bares
As the sky mimics her eyes
Azure blues capture my thoughts
Whilst the clouds begin to cry

A light shower falls
Cobb's become pert at attention
Words described through my eyes
My thoughts in quiet mention

To a filling creek she walks
Slowly immersed in natures champagne
As the heavens caress her body
Translucent pure virginal rains

Her hands caress her body
Blonde hair, now a wetted mane
Droplets run down her curves
I, a Butterfly, in distant frame

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O Love, My Love

O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there? 
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare? 

I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.

O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.

                                           ~Christopher Thor Britt

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Perseverance is surely the name of the game With every challenge before you It applies to the highest mountains you climb Ignoring distractions is the clue Roadblocks are there to test your patience The glitter of gold clouds your eyes Keep your nose to the proverbial grindstone Much success will be yours by and by I certainly haven't achieved all my goals But employing this theory through the years Has enabled me to increase the likelihood Of avoiding many heartaches and tears Working hard with the goal of cooperation Bendability when shown a new path You'll ultimately be placed in a higher standing Great success will be yours at last In closing please remember this friendly advice To assist you in climbing life's tree Compassion and patience are all important But perseverance is surely the key © Jack Ellison 2013

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All That I Know

I wish I had the knowledge of
lifes most important things
knew how to end lifes problems
and all the pain it brings.

I don't know much of anything
but I do know how pain feels
and I know this life is filled
with too many bad deals.

I always try to understand
what others say and do
because I may not really know
just what they have been through.

I never want to cause more pain
that doesn't have to be
and pray that someone else in turn
will do the same for me.

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A Letter to My 16-year Old Self

Hello, I’m you, and you just wrote this poem! You’ve written hundreds more! One day you’ll find A place that poet friends world-wide call home. Creatively, you’ll exercise your mind. Start now to hone your writing skills, and when you go for that semester in Madrid, you won’t learn Spanish well enough! Please, then, return to Spain! I know you’ll wish you did. You needn’t try to get through college fast. Get work in Spain. Learn from experience. Don’t marry quite so young. Life is a blast. Try things you really love. Gain confidence! There’s coming in the 80’s - VCR, and later on will come the internet. Invest in them. I think you could go far, Money matters. You just don’t know that yet! Life will be nice, but long before you age, You’ve got to save, or it will be too late. You need a pension plan - advice most sage! But cash it out before two-thousand-eight! For one brief week soon coming, there’s a guy, and no one like him will you meet again! He’ll go back home, but three years later try to look you up, but you’ll be married then. . . Could things with him have worked? How can you know? But you and I so seldom take a chance! With what I’ve told you, let’s see how things go. . . Will you change fate and opt out for romance? Written 12/20/12 For David Williams' Hello/Goodbye Poetry Contest

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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.

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The Pirate's Life for Me

I starts me life as pirate, 
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.

With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And the Commodore for me pa!
I spends dogwatch near the helmsman,
Nerey missin’ me bonny ma.

Old salts tell their gory tales,
Aye, dogs hanging from the gallows.
Punishments for a man who fails
Floggings or keelhaul; blood bath follows.

Scrimshaw hangin’ ‘round me neck.
A privateer by trade,
Flaunting booty on the deck
We’s the scallywags brigade.

Pirateering is me heartthrob.
I dreams schemes in the crows nest.
‘bout takin’ swag from an unfortunate swab.
I sits watchin’ pa from the crest.

Long nines aimed and ready,
Jolly Roger on the mainmast,
Headway fast and steady,
The enemy’s fate forecast.

One for all and all for one!
Drinkin’ grog an’ eatin’ grub.
Werkin’ on the “Morning Sun”
Me father at the hub.

Davy Jone’s locker, me final plight! 
Death drifting in me beloved sea –
Straightway from the dark of night
The pirate’s life for me!

© July 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Days of Summer

There comes the time when spring has run its course And summer days lay heavily on the land When eager steps have slowed to garner strength The stream runs slowly as if in reprimand Summer's wealth oozes like honey from a comb Horizon stark, not a cloud to soften the sky Evening settles round like a golden cloak And life seems slower as summer slips on by

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Marigold Tongues

marigold tongues
water a flowering seed
as downy hands
mend a crushed bruised reed.

a flaxen shaft
lights a smoldering wick
as a ‘lectric beam
starts a heart’s soft tick

spines in strain
raze a barrier wall
marigold tongues
make a blade stand tall

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First Snowfall

Snow falls softly late one night In the darkness it does bask I dread the job tomorrow Shoveling will be my task Beauty is in the eyes of the viewer I see nothing but giant flakes of work The trees all have snow on this first shower Dreading the day of a job using torque The pathways are snowed over All with a reflective white I want to get to bed soon For I know tomorrow’s plight I’m mesmerized by the beautiful scene Not a thing is without some wondrous snow Even though I sure do dread the next day I will put on a great, wonderful show This time of year affects me Seems to rub off some great cheer I will find a way to smile Though there’s snow up to my rear
Russell Sivey Form Quatrain-1st, 3rd, 5th stanzas have 7 syllables, 2nd, 4th stanzas have 10 syllables

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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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Where She Stands

A wildflower stands erect
Soaking in rays of radiance
As the bees and townsfolk buzz
And the wind sways in a slow dance 

Contentment is where she stands
Until she spots something missing
Among all the townsfolk talk
She was bound to start listening

Was in the clouds but now on land
Leans in to get a better view
A life involved with others
But she doesn't know what to do

Clueless but curious
Tries to start a conversation
In search of a smile
Doesn't find it in rejection

Caring but cautious
Hoping to look approachable
In search of a word
Doesn't happen when you're invisible

Confused and crushed
World doesn't make much sense
In search of a friend
Everything is better in ignorance

Laughter among all but her
She hides her eyes in sorrow
A life void of others
No hope for tomorrow

Disappointment is where she stands
Teased by something she can't have
Alone among a crowded crowd
Her heart wounded by lonesome's stab

A wildflower builds a wall
Unsure if she can be saved
Brick by brick is stacked
Her own prison's being paved

May 2010

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Never a Day Goes By

Never a day goes by when she walks the shore alone
Grief stricken she has become now his spirits having flown
Seafaring was in his blood, ancestral like his past
For the seas take no prisoners, life very seldom lasts

Never a day goes by when she walks the shore alone
Her heart forever tormented for his seed shall never be sown
She weeps constantly for the love that grew with her soul
To grow old in their marriage, having children their only goal

Never a day goes by when she walks the shore alone
Loyalty in her remains as the past decades have always shown
The stone that now lays in remembrance, stands battered and worn
For the seas display their wrath, leaving the future of some unborn

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'Sweethearts Once Again' - a collaboration with Celene Crescent

School days indeed such memories they are
Some stayed close to home, whilst some travelled afar
But where of my first love, where did she go
Our first dance together when I was her Beau

The lovely Olivia, long brown hair, petite
Will she be at the reunion, will we again meet
I still remember the day into the distance she went
To University,beyond, I still sense her perfumed scent

Butterflies, trepidation, after all these years
The evening is soon upon me, I'm nervous for tonight's fears
What if she is there, will she remember her first Beau
I'll only ever know, to the local hotel I now go

I take a familiar path, we walked it so many times
Retracing past moments with her, our footsteps so in rhyme
Through the doors I go, so many faces from my past I see
I don't see Olivia, but so many say hello to me

I have never forgotten your eyes, blue as the sea
Through the crowds I could see you staring at me
Could be after so many years so far away?
That a candle still flickers in our dark destiny?

You reached closer to me, amongst many friends
I wondered how it felt to be touched once again by your hands
Allured by each others silence under an ocean of stars
In the same spot where the prom boy once asked me to dance

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Dad Was The Last Snowflake

The last great snowflake standing
Little snowflakes fell swiftly
All around the house they fell
Eight male flakes_three little girls

House was lively in winter
As they all warmed by the fire
Boys' boistour tales, girls brush long hair
Then silence all rested heads

At four A.M. each morn_chores
Breakfast, lunch packed off to school
Walking that long mile was rule
School was important dad said

Soon the oldest snowflake wed
As life goes all followed him
Leaving the warm hearth behind
Some of them to produce twins

As life goes_death visited
All their humble doors sadness
Some had children die at birth
And some at very young age

What they saw in their lifetime
Changes that took place_cars_planes
Atom bomb that ended war
None their warm family disgraced

Death started visiting doors
One above  middle went home first
Then slowly they all went home
But dad was the last snowflake

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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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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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Tried & Tested - into the sunset

I am so far out of my element
It almost seems unreal
When in truth, which I always seek to find
Pretence is all that I feel
In this, my second language
I aim to express the glistening skin
That hides the shallow graves of conscience
Trapped so deep within
The pottery I shape in craft
Though pedistilled and on display
A camouflage that’s merely drafted
words of wisdom most portray
And in the spirit of fairness
As a virtue which we all possess
Accept my resignation
For this sport has had its best 
I’m off to party hard and waste
My life as best as I know how
The animal within this chest
Needs freedom to survive for now
The playing game of words
is but a winding road that’s filled with stone
I’m parched in parts unheeded
As my cluttered soul heads home

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Crystal Cup of Flair

Crystal Cup of Flair The world judges another by what they own Fancy jewels, clothing, cars and spacious homes. They choose leaders born of arrogance and strife Following them into wars and destructive lives Many categorize a person's life through opinions Created through jealousy they follow them like minions Judge not or you will be judged by your own decree Using another as a stepping stone renders your life in debris Richness of a person is revealed by the quality of their heart The flow of loving kindness and honesty in the mercy they depart Humility and a gentle spirit that nurtures another's soul One who gives willingly unconditional love that freely flows This person is rich beyond all earthly realms Bearing such a pure love against evil, it overwhelms I would rather be seen as Tupper ware Then tagged a crystal cup of flair Carole Cookie Arnold 2010

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Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop Remember way back when? Gummy bears and peppermint sticks Such treats when we were ten Teenage years weren't far behind Raging hormones and pimply skin And puppy love so intense It sent our heads in a spin Soon we made it to almost twenty Really couldn't imagine how Our first job is a cashier at Walmart Making real money, holy cow We meet that sweet special someone Our world is twirling around Before we can say Jackie Robinson We two are parenthood bound We're blessed with a couple of kiddies Relieved when they finally mature They grow up to be a doctor and lawyer We're peacock proud for sure Never thought I'd see the day When someone would call me Gramps It all started with ice cream and lollipops When we were a couple of scamps © Jack Ellison 2012

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Why can't she learn to do that right?
You'd think that she'd know better.
Someone should tell her what to do,
To hone her each endeaver.

What is he doing over there?
He should be over here.
He should be told where he belongs,
And make it very clear.

She never does as she is told,
Although I've tried and tried;
What she should do and how and when,
I took it all in stride.

I spoke to her, I spoke to them,
To bring her back in line;
But she is stubborn, wants her way,
But she will learn in time,

That I am right and she is wrong,
I'll teach her that I know,
Much more about her work than she,
I'll tell her where to go.

It seems my help and good advice,
Is just ignored and spurned.
I only want the best for all,
The best for all concerned.

I guess my help's unwanted,
But if 'twere put to test,
They all would see that I am right,
And my way is the best.

No matter where you go or what you do you're going to find some people in the world who think they know more about eveything than anyone else and they will do their best to force their opinion on everyone they come in contact with. Th ebest way to handle someone like this is to give them a wide berth. Stay aloof but friendly in a distant sort of way. However, don't hesitate to let them know you cannot and will not be bulllied because this type of person capitalizes on your weakness. Whenever they start something with you it's important to make sure everyone knows exactly what was said and done when it happens so you don't end up looking the fool instead of them. When they find out that instead of keeping quiet you will fight back using their own methods against them they will back off and leave you alone.

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If You Ever Cross Me

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
No matter where you are, it doesn't matter where you hide
For I'm the clever one, who'll find you and watch you slide

There are some things that you will never own, nor I, so read my words
For if I have to find a reason, my actions are seldom heard
These actions I speak about, are the watching of your life fade
And the squealing through your last breath, your body in dying cascade

I am never jealous, but theirs an evil in my eye
Step forward and dare to cross me, and soon you'll wonder why
The world is small enough, it takes nothing for me to try
I can only ever promise, take what is never yours, and you will rightly die

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Love is Like Porcelain

Love is like porcelain
So perfect and smooth
Two sides giving
With so much to lose

Love is like building blocks
Lived day by day
Words can say
But only true hearts display

Love is like porcelain
When cracked can go wrong
Impurities take over
We never sing the same song

Love is like building blocks
By day they reside
If they crumble and fall
Then grows the divide

Love is like porcelain
It has to be lived
Fifty, fifty
Each has to give

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Love is Strong

Kindness moves quickly between two lovers Love is strong, the incense does waft through them Mastered the heart of the rose they blossom Never did they think they’d love like a gem Great is the love seen by the romantics
Russell Sivey Form Quatrain(ish) Contest: An ABC Poem about LOVE Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo 5/22/2013

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Nothing Left

My words are lost on the wind My steps erased by the sea Thoughts evaporate in the mist There is nothing left of me.... Perhaps you'll hear me in an echo Or catch me in moonbeams that you see But it will be a fleeting thing For there is nothing left of me....

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Color of the Wind

Your love is like the color of the wind Where you surely have lovely green flared eyes The air burns with a hot flare from above Rage fires from deep within like one despised Harmony displays not one keen aspect She opens not my mind but my pure heart May my hair envelope, my souls escape To fill my cup with the divine impart Her eyes, a beauty that I can’t dispel She takes me down into the fiery depths Passion is king and love’s an afterthought No matter my happy heart, I have wept It goes deeper than any caves around Love goes beyond the boundaries we set The wind plays it part within the grand scheme I hope to always see and not forget The sunlight brings cheer to our tender lives Where the air burns like fire bringing passion Love harbors cloudless skies that’s softly here Where it all has brought love in pure action
Russell Sivey

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Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.

When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.

They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.

Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,

Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.

Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.

Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.

Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.

You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.

                                   Judy Ball

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Prelude to a Poke

I do not recall
The bravado with which I spoke
The titillating prose
Seduction’s prelude to a poke
You spoke of love
with a lust that I understand
your heart a bloom
your derriere met my hand
I pulled you closed
my eyes nearly met yours
your bosom winked  
thank God I wore drawers
Do you not see
that my passions are pure
a burning in my loins
for which water has no cure
We gazed upon the heavens
I wrapped her in the moonlight
I looked at the time
my prayers faded into night
We danced till dawn
I had answered her romantic call
I whispered sweet somethings
Before her foot procured my fall

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Farewell To Her

I grieve a life that can't exist
for things that could not be
of cherished plans that upped and left
of a girl no longer me

I grieve my dreams that slumber on
that I can not wake from sleep
and as another does drift away
for it's emptiness I weep

I mourn the loss of who I was
of possibilities and more
and wave farewell to a life not had
as she walks out through the door

I sit and ache for what is not
for the girl that can't be me
of things that only might have been
for the she that can not be.

Brian Strand's contest 'A first 50 posting' (July 2011)
1st place

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White Lilies

Throw white lilies on the grave Watch the shadows on the stone Feel the tear upon my cheek In the crowd I cry alone All the days lived together Things I should have said Love taken as my right Now that love lies dead If the pages could be turned And the story begun anew I'd tell him of my heart And the white lilies that I grew........

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In all my years I've never seen 
a face so weathered, yet seldom mean.
A semblance of a younger man
of whom I was the biggest fan.

A tired soul in eyes so hollow,
where he went this kid would follow.
Now he's resting more and moving less.
Is this what's left for God to bless?

Disease and age have beat him down,
yet no one ever sees him frown.
Mortal thoughts creep in as days go by.
What's it really like when we die?

But he won't dwell on that, with time so fleeting,
and his mind still sharp, despite the beating.
No he won't complain, why even bother?
My hero is this wonderful father.

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A Pegasus's Broken Wings

A poor Pegasus dreams
Of soaring freely in the sky
And to graze on the mountains
With her friends, she would fly.

She awakes with a stutter
Each and every day of her life
Hoping to soar free
As each dream becomes a lie.

She gallops through the meadow
As she tries to take flight
But she falls every time
Wings like a withered kite.

When duty comes and calls
Her friends soar off the cliff
The the poor Pegasus cries
For she shares no part of the myth.

Her hoof's thunder away
As she gallops with all her might
Her wings try one last time
Only to fall out of sight

Each day she weeps alone
As her friend leaps and sings
For poor Pegasus can never fly
With her withered, broken wings.

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Part of Me

There's a part of me that still lives on the water
A part of me that you can never keep
Tears fill my eyes as I dream  of the ocean
I see that island paradise in my sleep

My fishing boat lies sleeping in the harbor
Anchor weighing heavy on the ocean floor
I still miss all those nights at sea
My fishing boat will sail again no more

This was the life that I had chosen
From one port to another I would roam
Never stayed long enough to be familiar
Never knew a place I could call home

Sometimes I walk along the shoreline
Listening to her song out on the sea
That's when I know that someday I'll be leaving
The song she's singing is calling me

There is something magical in a night at sea
There's a million stars hanging all around
Untold stories lying behind me
New horizons yet to be found

Now that my sailing days are over
And my life is shifting gears
I can still resurrect those memories
When I taste the salt in my tears.

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Somebody to Love

When you open your eyes, will you see me?
Can we understand, this was meant to be?
I know that we both could use some love,
My heart flutters, likes wings on a dove.

When you close your eyes will you remember,
Sitting by the fire on that cold December.
Realize the flame that burns in my heart,
Take my hand, I’ll show you the part.

When you are frustrated and feel alone,
Take my hand, I’ll walk you home.
We can star gaze and make a wish,
As time flies by, we hear this swish.

When you’re alone and going to sleep,
Do you pray to God, for your soul to keep?
Will you receive that gift from above?
All you may need is somebody to love…

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Mama's Cleaning

That was the day we played all day outside
And ride imaginary stick horses around 
Shooting and shouting as if our lungs was rawhide
It was in imagination that the fun abound
That was the day the house seemed in disrepair
Furniture and boxes all out of place
Chaos reigned while mama cleaned everywhere
Leaving germ and dirt without a trace.

I thought of mama today as I watched you clean
Remembered how we would wipe our foot
On the little mat, but mostly could not dare go in
As if we were the grime or the cause of soot
Food would only come when mama took a break
But not before dark and howling belly turned
Play into night, and after the yard was swept and raked
Something about you in mama I'd discerned.

What was all that cleaning just to be clean, I ask
Or was it a search for something missing here
What deeper motive had the highly honored task
What coin, or sheep, or son hid behind the tear
What golden fleece or grail to you both have been lost
I know mama cleaning searched for meaning here
As if sin was something we could see like life's dross
As if to seek was the magic bullet for man's despair.

O something about you remind me of mama, my dear
And childhood comes rushing back in floods
Two sparse rooms and five pieces of furniture there
While we chased butterflies from dying buds
You are different though, for you have allowed us in
Watching our eyes to tell you of missing spots
But we just laugh and tell long tales while you clean
Life is too short to search or go connecting dots.

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An Angel Walks for You

Close your eyes
And dream you had wings
For you were graced 
And the harps did sing

All around you
In the celestial sky
Are the gracious of many
Let me tell you why

For we can not see
What we want there to be
For out there
Winged angels are free

They are hidden shadows
But covered we are not all
For life is living
And some of us fall

Live your life
And live it true
In your background shadows
An angel walks for you

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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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Our Daily Path

Pebbles, rocks and boulders Obstacles in our way Over, around and upward The measure of our day.. Puddles, streams and rivers Bar the way ahead Step, wade or swim Find another path instead... Cracks, ditches and canyons Roadblocks to dismay Busy building bridges Until we're old and gray... Twisting, turning byways To keep us on our toes Eyes to the horizon How a man's life goes...

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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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High Hopes

Before we implode or reach cluster one
What do you want from me, as you humans dry run
We are Poles apart in what you and I do
Marooned you will be, if you don't turn to be true

I am only but a sphere, but your wearing the inside out
Our futures lost for words as we enter life's drought
There is time for dialogue to take it back
Will it be a great day for freedom, or will we enter our black

Around the table of powers we have to keep talking
We had high hopes when we stooped, we may cease to stop walking
It beggars belief that we are heading into strife
Maybe one day we'll acknowledge, that were coming back to life

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Life is a tree

Havn't you heard?
Life isn't fair.
Nobody listens,
Nobody cares.

Everybody lies,
and covers them with smiles.
Nobodys true,
Always in denial.

Everybody hurts.
We all feel pain.
Nobodys perfect.
Nobodys sane.

Life is a tree.
Outside dark.
Nobody looks,
Beneath the bark.

You can laugh all you want,
but soon you'll see.
Nobody smiles,
When they're the tree.

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You Bet Your Sweet Bippy

Happiness comes in many forms Remember the thrill of your first born How could you have known at the time The challenge of keeping things in line Sometimes seemed too much to bare Many obstacles, more than your share Finally you make it all the way through Hard to replace that joy you knew Now life's taken on a whole new look Your zest for living's like an open book A positive attitude goes a long long way To help you through the darkest of days Don't let gremlins get under my skin Tell them. “Get lost, I won't give in!” It can seem like the Himalayas at times Stop and think, is it worth the climb? You bet your sweet bippy it is, my friend There's nothing more rewarding in the end Than a life all filled with laughter and joy Just like Christmas and brand new toy Happiness comes in many forms Try making “happy” your everyday norm Life's done and over way to soon Live it to the fullest, sing happy tunes! © Jack Ellison 2013

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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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Quatrain for Robin Hood

When Robin Hood hides in our wood
I shall not turn him out
I'll let his merry gentlemen
Hang all their bows about.

So when a swaggering M.P.
Comes riding by alone
The arrows of the hidden host
Will ring against the stones.

The horse rears up,the man looks round
To see what's caused the stir
And what he sees amidst the trees
Is green men everywhere

Let him complain to Sheriffs all.
The green men will be gone.
When soldiers come to hunt them out
They've vanished every one.

The forests of England are the home
Of rabbit,deer and game.
The green men live their natural life
And we should do the same.

let us all take to the greenwood life
And feel the strength of trees
They do not change at every poll,
Nor do just what they please.

In Nature all is linked to one
And one to all extends.
If we could change our cut throat ways
Maybe all could be friends.

The hearts and souls of all of us,
Form a great human wood.
So let the love we feel be shared,
And heard for the common good.

If everyone is given their place
Then Robin could go home
His men would not be in my wood,
And M.P.'s could safely roam.

Let us all sing,"Robin for King,"
"We all want Robin Hood."
"He took the money from the rich
To be spent for the common good.

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I have learned the hard way that people aren't always what they seem,
They look you in the eye, shake your hand, then take you to the cleaners.
It's been many a year that I have thought on this theme,
Ever since I was one of those who got caught by these schemers.

It would not be so bad if we could just open our eyes to see,
That they have no ones interest in anything but their own.
Perhaps that is the way it was and always will be,
At least until we have had that experience in our lives sown.

It is difficult to learn to trust anyone who comes to you,
Since you now look at everyone with a skepticism and mistrust.
But, there is one hope in all of this to take away that jaded view,
A hope that has always lain before us in the dust.

It was preached to us in many a form and style,
The Bible, Koran, other great works of religious zeal.
We have had the words written down for quite a while,
Yet, I wonder if those of us who read them really feel.

The great commandment to love God with your whole being,
Has been a message that comes through the ages.
And to love one's neighbor as you do yourself has more meaning,
Only if we try...for this is the yardstick by which the Lord gauges.

As for those who take advantage of others who cannot see,
I feel sorrow for them...for they have lost touch with life.
They may have great wealth, or possessions, or think they're happy,
But the Lord will meet out His justice to them for causing others strife.

As for me, it seems I have been on a long journey and I'm tired,
Tired of watching these villains prey and profit on the ones with naivete and weakness.
Preying on the young, the old, the sick, and those who aspired...
I was once a victim, but have now can only offer forgiveness.

It has taken a long time for me to reach this end,
As I once was so consumed by the sting of the hurt and anger.
On reflection, the only one who was hurt by my not wanting to mend,
Was loved family...places where I no longer linger.

I write this now because it seems a necessity for me,
To express my feeling and thoughts on a life that was truly dead.
And to you who read this I have but one plea,
Say a silent prayer for my forgiveness from the Lord, when you bow your head.

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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

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                                  THE SEASONS OF MY LIFE

In the Spring time I was blossoming,
The world was bright and new.
I learned to laugh annd cry and fight,
For what I knew was true.

That there`s a time to have your fun,
And there`s a time for work,
A time when we must learn to earn,
And value all life`s perks.

In Summer time I learned of life,
Of people and the world.
I learned that life`s a mixture,
Of experience, a whirl,

That sometimes life moves way too fast,
It should be sipped and savored,
Or else it plays out way too soon,
And loses all it`s flavor.

In Fall I learned acceptance,
That what must be will be.
It does no good to fuss and fret,
`Bout what was denied me;

For some it seems are richly blessed,
While others get the crumbs,
Who gets what is up to God,
From Whom all good things come.

Now Winter fast approaches,
And what`s important now,
Is what memories I`ll leave behind,
Who remembers me, --- and how.

                                                   Judy Ball

For At This Age Contest by Nette Onclaud

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grant me grace
walking through
this ghost of faith

burn the edge
of my desire
numb the burn
red of fire

my dullest friend
let me wake
and sleep again

blur my fate
bring me low
humble quiet
liquid soul

dream no more
search not of
look not for

passion's gate
deep within
dreams will float
a lake of sin

oh life unsure
blurring  days
a quiet cure

yes I thought
more in youth
now a lie
blessed truth

your will is mine
live between
space of time

bring me forth
heaven's gate
lacking love's
forgiven hate

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When True Love is Found

As the clock strikes midnight
And there's a full moon in the sky
Into our room she walks
Something catches my eye

It's the black lacy piece she's wearing
Hemmed low to draw me in
Revealing curves of delight
Tanned undulations of skin

Her sexy swagger delights
As I turn from the window to view
The man in me hungers
Excitement now flows through

We stand in hold together
Our hands in wandering mode
I pray this night never ends
As our future hours erode

Our cries like anthem sounds
Echo from our hearts
Two souls from broken pasts
Cementing their new start

We awake in the morning
Spooned from captured joy
This first of many a night
True love, this girl and boy

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He was Just a Little Boy

I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games

I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive

The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me

Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town

Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed

Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play

My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow

As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten 

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What I Saw

I watched you walk 
into my life with grace,
I watched you dress
in black satin and lace...

I watched your beauty
come out,
I watched you dance 
all about...

I watched your tears
roll like a stream,
I watched you reach
high for your dream...

I watched you from
far and near,
I watched you from
my life disappear.

For "An old or new" contest sponsored by Brian Strand.

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A Cry for Help

My name is Peter the Pelican I'm nothing special at all I fly around as I'm supposed to But this day I was close to a fall Every day when I take to the skies They are blue and sometimes grey But this day I never imagined That my bluey seas would decay Oozing from metal giants Now appearing after millions of years Mans honey as they seem to be happy Every find I hear all their cheers One day their tears turned to shouts For much of it was getting away My blue was turning to a distasteful mix In the place where I always played One day without a care in the world As I dived for a meal one morn On surfacing I struggled to respond Splashing I became so worn My feathers were not responding I'm drifting close to the shore Amid a sea of thickening black I sense the closing of my pores What little strength I have left As I lie in decaying kelp I flap my wings and hope in my heart Someone hears a cry for help

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Minor Discomfort

Does everybody feel the same as I do?
Lost? Adrift? Disconnected? Confused?
Does anyone know how to ease the hurt of truth
For the accuser, as well as the accused?

I've heard there's bliss
Found somewhere in ignorance
For those who have been stripped
Of their already fleeting innocence

So I continue to move through this life
Practiced smile, that doesn't quite reach my eyes
Which instead reflect the emptiness
That fills me up inside

It hurts to feel so alone and uncertain
Consumed by doubt and fear
Eventually life becomes a burden
Damaged beyond all repair

The temptation to numb all sensation
It more powerful than one might believe
I'll sacrifice the pleasure, to relieve the devastation
As passion gives way to apathy

Say whatever you want
About those who dwell on the past
Go ahead and judge me from your moral soapbox
While you cower behind your mask

The opinions of most matter very little to me
It won't be taken to heart as you intend it to be
First you'd have to practice the words you preach
If you ever do then I promise I'll start listening

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No Tickee, No Washee

No tickee, no washee You pay as you go There are no free rides As everyone knows Yet some people try Their gol' darn best To beat the system Get ahead of the rest Like everyone else They must play by the rules Do they think we're all Just a bunch of old fools? To take advantage Of us trusting souls That way of thinking Is all full of holes Writing us off Would be quite premature We've still got the smarts And that is for sure We may appear stodgy And slow to react But years of experience Has taught us the knack Of dealing with shysters And disreputable felons These guys are operating With screwed up melons They'll get their comeuppance One day down the road When they meet their maker And have to unload And explain why they acted So poorly down here They won't have excuses For not playing fair Banished to purgatory And left there forever To never experience Heaven's glorious weather No tickee, no washie A familiar old refrain From the beginning of time The rules are the same Treat fellow beings With love and respect You'll get back in spades The admiration you expect © Jack Ellison 2013

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I love you mama

Many reasons
Have led me to this
To leave this world
Of negative bliss

Boyfriends, who wants them
Parents who fight
To be in my shoes
I will no longer tonight

My diary is written
As to why I must leave
I have felt this for years
As I internally grieve

My i-pod is charged
As I take my last walk
Goodbye grey clouds
I'll miss your thunder talk

I touch the walls
Of buildings I've been in
Leaving my trace
As I graze my skin

Through the park
Where my innocence was taken
By my boyfriend I thought
Left me distraught, forsaken

I reach my last door
Its just a gap in the fence
As I see where I'll lie
My desires immense

On the sleeper I sit
As I await my fate
Say hello to tomorrow
I'm sorry I can't wait

The light gets brighter
As it nears my life's drama
Tears stream from my eyes
I love you mama

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The power of the spoken word,
Can cure or it can kill.
It's up to you who wields the sword,
To use it as you will;

Defending those attacked by words,
Or helping to bring down,
The tongue can be a weapon, Friend,
Or see that wounds are bound.

A two edged sword will swing both ways,
To bring down friend or foe,
And once it's set in motion,
There's no telling where it goes.

We can but stand and watch the waves,
Of wrath that it will bring,
And hope that soon the squall is spent,
And learn from what we've seen;

But if we use it wisely,
The word can be a balm,
To bind up wounds quite nicely,
And bring the heart a song.

                                                                                             Proverbs 25:11

                                                                  Proverbs 10:19

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Storms over Blue Waters

One meets at first
And love can bloom
Or its love at first site
Potential bride and groom

Two paths join
Unite as one
The future of two 
Has just begun

A few years pass
And cracks appear
Where two are to blame
Or one less sincere

Many reasons
Can lead to this
Or with a strangers kiss

Or even being shunned
Distraught victims
Their hearts in stun

Marital vows
Can be as strong as steel
But amidst the turmoil
Do they still feel so real

Passing thoughts
From day to day
Will either reignite
Or its seperate ways

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Who is Actually out There

Who is actually out there That the multitudes believe What religion is really there That they all see How many are actually out there That makes them all believe What religions are actually out there That they all see and believe How do they know they are there What have they seen that they believe All their religions they say that are out there That have never ever been seen So many scripts and fables Passed down through the times Passages from village elders Etched and changed their minds Do believers look back even further To well over two thousand years When the village elders decided To suppress, enhance their fears Do believers go back even further When the land produced their gods Volcanoes, lightning and thunder Became their staff, their rod As I return from beyond the dark On travels that you can't comprehend Others actually know where you came from If told would send you round the bend All that you believe in Was passed down through the years The elders of human history Suppressed you, to contain your fears .

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A Summer Walk

The sun is slowly rising and a soft wind gently blows
We are heading for the beach to feel the sand between our toes
There is something about the summer sun and a walk along the shore
That tends to put your world at peace as you hear the ocean's roar

The sound of children's laughter and the smell of tanning lotion
The taste of salt in the air from the mist coming off of the ocean
Sea gulls against a clear blue sky and a ship with its' sails set
These are days that will live in our memory, days we'll never forget

There are palm trees, music and a carousel as you make your way along
And a young woman in a bikini, her body swaying to an island song
There is a rhythm to the pounding surf, unchanging day to day
That tends to ease a troubled mind and take your blues away

Will you join me in a summer walk and be there at my side
Will you run with me into the water and swim against the tide
There's a bench out on the boardwalk, we can sit a while and talk
Then head back home together as we finish our summer walk.

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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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Let sway the hammock's bend; embrace its flight
Avast! My soul, transcend
T'is toil shall pass, woe will end
Amidst the torment, ascend!

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Butterflies and Silver Seas

Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams filled thick with cider
Nap on webs of candied cotton
strung strong by the sugar spider
Open your eyes under water
Catch up with me high in flight
Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter
as she swims in the moon beams at nights
Sullied clouds fall past the ocean
sleeping on silver tide's arm
Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion
sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm
Imagine the ocean alive
with flutters of wings on the tide
Strip all your preconceived notions
and watch with your eyes open wide
Glisten in green innuendos
Sparkle and shake out your wings
I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight
taking flight on the brink of impossible things...

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I would like,ardently,to paint a meadow 
standing on its center,an old weeping willow 
engraving some letters, on its thick stem 
I write your name,as a heart-shaped gem 

I want to draw,the blue of your eyes 
those tempting seas of,tearful lullabies 
adrift in my thoughts,ready to admit 
to gamble for love, to win or to quit 

I picture...,the smiles in your lips 
lick your kisses' nectar as it drips 
stare at them,till they call my name 
lingering to end up,the glory, I claim 

I draw a heart,with compassion and love 
gift-wrap it then, with, red petals my love 
sending my devotion,for you alone to own 
unless you turn it into,my love's tombstone

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Give me this Water

There's a place under the sun-which provide shade for
everyone. Where is this place! not in a place of refuge, but
stored within yourself-providing an overflowing river of ever-
lasting prudentcy too anyone?... If you feel it - Shout! "Give me
this Water".
       This dampsel in this story come's at the point were absolute
direction was needed and finds herself speaking to the Messiah-who
would provide her with direction and deep quinching thirst for proph-
etic neccessities to get one's life in order. "Give me this water", are 
you at that point now? right now, whereas the decision you've made
has brought you upon that crossroad of your life.  A life whereas we're
sleeping with anyone, most times the wrong one, all looking for love
and emptiness has mis-lead us to become complacent and a nation
of unprotective boom-mer's has emerged and our live's has no order.
    Jesus say's - I will give you water, water that will provide fulfillment
of Place & Grace. Running to the next town she tells everyone come-
meet this man who has told me everything of my past and of myself.
This-this man-for he must be the Messiah, he speaks to me about a
special water, that shall be an atonement unto his Kingdom.  These
folk's come from all the places north of the border. Together we all

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So Many Mothers

Kindheartedness to me
Comes in many forms
Being fostered and cared for
As my young life storms

Born to a mother
Who decided to leave
But this seven year old
Never wanted to grieve

For his words became true
As he grew through the years
The matrons in children's homes
Replaced his tears

As he grew to his teens
With his friends he did stay
For their mother became his
So many mothers to this day

As i look back 
To the women in my life
They all became my mother
And saved my life from strife

Kindheartedness to me
Came in many, many forms
So many unlike my mother
Seen me through the storms

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I, Migrant

The Lady of Liberty looks me in the eye.
I am tempest-tost, and welcome reliant.
I pass at her feet, yet gaze at torch high:
Soon to be standing on the shoulders of giants.

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Flames of Perdition

Flames of perdition
Painting passion’s fire
Moaning moonlight
Squeezing sensuous desire
Lovers’ lips 
Speaking sun glazed sin
Tasting temptation
Beaded on sultry skin
Sweaty sighs
Restless for relief
Smearing seduction
On eyes of disbelief

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Childlike Faith

A child believes many things,
Especially what he is told.
People usually stop believing
When they think that they are old.
Why this is, I don't quite know;
For in my youth, I can't say,
Maybe they stop trusting in life
When they find their hairs are grey.
Or perhaps they are saddened when
They feel they've been betrayed
When they learn that life is far too short
Despite how much they've prayed
But there is hope to which I cling
That as I age, I wish to achieve:
You're only as old as you feel,
And you feel what you believe.

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Iceberg Beauty

They look virgin pure
As white as can be
But if you look more closely
The more you see

On the surface they are
What they appear to be
But under the surface
Its what we can not see

They can lure you in
With their beauty and charm
Their surface of hope
But below there's harm

The further you look
And the deeper down
There are so many more
So many more around

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My Evil Demon

There's an evil demon lurking
On the edges of my soul
I try my best to push him off
He's stubborn, very bold 

He tries to sway my thinking
And how I look at things
I tell him, “Take a hike!
Get lost, you ding-a-ling!”

He never seems to listen
He insists on causing trouble
Says it's his only role in life
I'm about to burst his bubble

Demons don't tell me what to do
Don't need these guys to coach
My standards are extremely high
My actions beyond reproach

There's an evil demon lurking
On the edges of my soul
But this here dude's not worried
I'm the guy who's in control!

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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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I can can see for miles

I hoped that bird could have stayed,
It’s cloaked behind decisions I’ve made.
A few feathers and sand, the price is paid,
As they slip away the memory fades…

One of the feathers I use to write.
It grants me vision where there was no sight.
A beacon to guide me out of the night,
I shall squeeze by, though it’s rather tight…

The words it reveals become part of me,
These sunken eyes still can see.
With a wing and a prayer I shall be,
The words in turn shall set me free…

One day I wish and hope to fly,
Sometimes the moment just passes by.
I know that I must, so I will try,
This is when I soar through the sky…

Meanwhile time passes through my fingers.
Everything’s gone only a little taste lingers.
Still with my friends I can’t help but smile.
From way up here, I can see for miles…

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To some a treasure

You think how much you hate your house
you despise the ancient floors
You abhor the broken cupboards
Will you always be this poor?
You gaze up at your bedroom roof
You see that it is leaking
You dream of owning fancy things
That selfish ones are seeking
You glance around the dingy room
and think it dark and dreary
How sad, how lonesome, that it seems
As if growing old and weary
Your bed, it lies a little crooked
and your carpets growing old
Summertime is way too hot
And winter gets too cold
Its raining now, its really pouring
Its leaking through your window
The sill is filling up with water
And it soon will overflow
You lie in your crooked bed
As you write this pain all down
The walls are just so melancholy
A sad and dingy brown
Your selfish thoughts lead to another
As he wanders lonely streets
Rain is pouring down on him
It's coming down in sheets
He's coughing and he's crying
And he is dreaming of a place
Where he can rest his weary soul
From troubles he must face
It's not riches that he's praying for
I do not have a doubt
This man is wishing desperately
To have what you complain about

Growing up in California on the Tuolume river was some sad business. There are homeless 
people all over the place. It breaks your heart. I always wonder what their story is and what 
caused them to be there. The little things in life matter and sometimes we forget that. Some 
mens' trash is another mans' treasure.

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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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I Wasn't Alone

There on that bench, here in this park
Was where I met God, alone in the dark.
He wasn’t adorned with riches galore.
He was a pauper man, not needing more.

He sat with me then, as I was so scared.
Just eight years old, and I got lost at the fair.
Separated from family, didn’t know where to go
I sat on the bench and waited there so.

Along came this man, scared of him I was
Until he sat next to me, I lost fear because
He spoke with a tone and offered a hand,
A sign to me that he would understand.

I told him my story. He said not to fear.
He’d stay with me until family was near.
I felt reassured and safe as could be.
His warm soft voice, it blanketed me.

Then in the distance, my dad had appeared.
He was right all along, I had nothing to fear.
My dad came up crying and hugged me so tight.
I then turned to that man to wish him goodnight.

He was there on the bench, I knew it for sure.
When I turned my head, he wasn’t there anymore.
I looked at my dad and told him of my tale
He smiled back at me and fell awfully pale.

He said, “Son when you need him, God does appear.
It’s not very strange that He was right here.
He serves and protects and loves us all much.
I believe He was here and gave you His touch.”

I was amazed at those words that my father said.
I couldn’t wait to go home and pray at my bed.
“Dear God up in the Heaven, I thank you, I do.
You sent me a savior and that savior was You.

You reached to this child, protected this night.
You offered him hope and provided light.
You took away his fear and made him feel warm.
Mostly, Dear God, you kept him from harm.

Thank you.”

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Jeremiah is his name

An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath
A change he saw in the playful mirror, he had a different face

A broken heart powered his spirit, a spirit that had lost all sense of direction
Fake, selfish to the heart he crawled into his path
All along yearning for his fathers attention
A feeling that he never met, for he was truly lost in the yearning of affection

Anger flowed in his heart
Hope was locked up, it wasn't free always it had a bail
He never truly mean to harm anyone, yet the ones closest to him felt it all, saw his spirit fail
Alas all was lost, his family, his dreams slapped him awake, awake to his reality in part

All alone, at the bottom of the pit
His heart was bleeding and not a soul around to aid him, he fell to his knees
With his heart in his hand, reaching for the sky, he asked Jesus to take his heart and dwell in it
An ugly howl of the mind with the spirit and soul all at one, gasping for air, for life he said "please"

Shattered, his all, he was nothing but dirt with dirt
His eyes blinded by the endless tears could not see the sky, a beautiful night it was
He asked with all his mind, heart and spirit to be forgiven for his past, for his fault for his flaws
At point zero he blacked out, he died

In his death he saw a light, brighter that the sun itself, it blinded the heart 
A presence he had never felt before came over him, yet there was no fear
Pleaing to his understanding, he knew it was good, and that shortly he would awake from his sleep
Wrong, for the light drew closer and it even spoke, at the words that vented into him, he did weep

A sense of security, of purity overwhelmed his body
Afraid he was not, for His Lord was the light
In the beginning, from the very start He was there to guide him into life herself, teaching him how to fight
Darkpoet died that night, but a new being was born! In the name of Jesus Christ, he was called Jeremiah

-God, father I have been seeking you all my life,
Here I am Lord to serve You, My King.
Jeremiah I shall be, to write for You Father.

Jeremiah Eduardo Orozco 

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No One Else

No other heart doth beat as yours
Nor, another breath’s as sweet
No other smile can melt a heart
Nor make one feel complete

No other touch can make me fly
Nor keep me grounded so
No other voice can tempt this man
Nor make these feelings flow

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If you see me stumbling
and you're watching me to see
if I'll fall or make it...
reach out your hand to me.

If you hear me crying
and you sense my misery,
offer me a helping hand
but please...don't cry for me.

If you know my weakness
and you fear my strength is low...
Stay with me untill I'm strong.
If you love me, let me know.

If you ever need me
just look and I'll be there.
You'll never have to wonder
just how much I care.

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You Were Always There

As I headed down that highway, running from my dreams
Wondering why I never stopped to take the chance
Living on the edge keeps you moving constantly
But there comes a time you have to learn to dance.

Life is what you make it, so give it all you got
Go out and have some fun and raise some hell
Tomorrow will become yesterday and not return again
You can't win the race by standing at the well.

Looking back at all the times I've tried and always seemed to fail
Wondering why God ever put me on this earth
Then realizing the challenges always made me stronger
And I've been given a whole lot more than I was worth.

Now in the Autumn of my years, thinking back to days of glory
I stop and say a silent prayer
I've been to the mountains and valleys, oceans and plains
When I needed You, Lord, You were always there.

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So this is all there will be from now on,
since you've made up your mind to depart;
no more TV, no talking, no people, no fun,
no more girlfriends who play with your heart. 

You're a timid and tremulous creature,
always wearing your soul on your sleeve;
you can't for the life of you step on a bug
but you simply don't know how to leave.

How to leave things behind when they're done,
how to let go a friendship that's dead,
not to disinter love when it's all in your mind,
and take charge of your own life instead.

It's all just a question of balance, 
why must you suffer such pain?
just see living as merely good judgment 
and you'll get your control back again.

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Enrollment day begins for us
the moment we arrive.
We begin our education
in the University of life.
The subjects taught are vital.
They're stressful and demanding.
They require our full attention,
in our search for understanding.
Lessons are taught over and over,
again and again and again.
And every lesson will be repeated,
until we understand.
No one will ever drop out.
No one will ever fail.
Every lesson will be taught
with intricate detail.
Pride will come to us all
from lessons we have learned.
We'll then walk with confidence,
with the wisdom we have earned.
Choices are what shapes us,
with experience and strife.
Lessons taught are not forgot,
in The University OF Life.

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Criminal Act

Okay, Okay I'm sorry
I don't know how you feel
I won't do it again
Please hear my appeal.

I never realized 
What I was doing at the time
I never realized 
That it was such a horrible crime

I  promise I won't forget
It'll never happen again
So please don't dial nine-one-one
Please don't turn me in.

I swear to you, I do, I do
That I will be more discrete
And every time I use it
I will put down the seat.

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He waits to greet her each and every day
Patiently awaiting his turn to smile
He knows it can’t be more than friends
But yet, he dreams away, all the while

He, too, thinks that she feels the same
As she’s always eager to laugh and play
On each morn, you can find him waiting there
Awaiting her presence, day after day

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Hope Lodge

Welcome to the Lodge of Hope
A fine staff awaits your meeting
Courage and faith are introduced
As virtue upholds the greeting

Diagnosis for extended stay
Prep with knowledge of chemical war 
Reflecting on acquaintance familiar
My dear mom lodged here months before

Festive parties invite kind reception
Embrace found in song’s revelry
Catching streamers of social confetti
Entertainment eludes life’s injury

Friendship courts a thanksgiving spirit
Radiating beams that fuse plans for a cure
Wreaths of holly adorn three shiny heads
As best wishes tap dance through the door

Restoration served with affection
When a New Year kneels to the floor
Covered with timeless impressions
Left to foster the guests before

Aid through local perspective
Proves beneficial still
As traumatic events integrate
Preserving courage and goodwill

Carry homeward inspiration
Gently wrap and lace with rope
A memento of reflections
Presented in the Lodge of Hope

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The Inner Workings

Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic
when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air?
Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings
when my brain is like clockwork in logic to bare?
Leaning tos, that is another discussion
for I will admit that I lean toward the tears
and maybe you too would admit just for reference
that you have the mechanics of a man of your years
But don't you think too, that a blending occurs
right at the moment two soul mates connect
and each leans in toward the other's attraction
they otherwise fell, in their days, to neglect?
Perhaps that is why your eyes well up quite rightly
when you see that my heart has been scorched by design
And maybe that's why I hold common sense tightly
and wrap it in gauze to be precious in kind
We are just truly conjoined puzzle pieces
with traits to be honored as sweet compliments
Whether it's logic or sheer, raw emotion
we balance each other in complete confidence.

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Old Fashioned Christmas

The snow fell gently on a quiet street
Neighbors walked in without knocking
There was a feeling of joy in the air
As each child hung up their stocking

There was a coal fire in the heatrola
Which took a little while to start
O Come All Ye Faithful on the radio
And a warmth radiating from each heart

The kids all went to bed early
Couldn't sleep until early morn
Waiting for presents from Santa
And to celebrate the day Christ was born.

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Show the World

Hands to the sky, raise them higher than high
Let your smile tell the world of your delight
Clap if you will, let them hear you better still
Let your sounds of joy flourish day and night

As far as happiness goes, we will always know 
If you’re sharing well with us the way you feel
Let it all come out, beyond a shadow of a doubt
We will then know that your happiness is real

Don’t ever fake it…live it!

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Painful Reminder

If reading this disturbs you
you're not the only one.
You are probably being reminded
of something you have done.

I am your painful reminder
that no one will forget.
I will always speak my mind.
I am not finished yet.

The pain you feel is nothing
compared to what you've done.
Don't worry, I know you're reading this
(and you're not the only one.)

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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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Still Life Imperfect

Bitten fruit in still life oils
shined by light internal
shows there is no sweet perfection
immortalized eternal
Portraits crunched, pureed and such
by hands dissolved, ungifted
wipe the paint from canvas skin
until the stains are lifted
Soak the sky with thoughts of art
Speak like a simpleton speaks
Scour the ground for a speck of emotion
to hoard in your hollows for weeks
Reconcile to read a book
Bury your heart in it's sleeve
At the moment you feel like a still life imperfect
you humbly ask and receive...

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There are worlds yet to be conquered
Storms to overcome
Face to face with the enemy
Battles to be won

Don't look back, keep raging on
Your time is almost here
You'll find your greatest challenge was
To overcome your fear

The battleground is life itself
A never ending war
Between good and evil, right and wrong
No one keeping score

Once fear is gone, you'll find your way
Your heart will no longer grieve
You'll find there's nothing you can't do
If only you believe

The hardships faced just made you strong
New horizons now in sight
There are times you need to walk away
And times to stand and fight

You were led into this battle
And the consequences large
Now you've beaten down your fears
This time you lead the charge

Now you are the champion
Standing alone, to fight no more
But unless you had faith and love in your life
Then you still have lost the war.

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The Songs of Memory

Our love now plays on songs of memory
like perfume of flowers, not meant to last.
Love was smooth as stones polished with emery
yet, scattered as light through a prism's glass.

Like child's sparklers so hot, without flame
too fast it burns to last throughout the night
but I will give my homage just the same
to powers which let our love burn so bright.

Un-worded ending lasted but one hour.
Dividing lives accomplished in one day.
Yet, loves taste never turns from sweet to sour
and precious are the thoughts along the way.

The pathways of life are strewn with such things.
Still essence of our love will never fall
for music of the songs forever rings
and in the tune our love we can recall.

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Kindness from Another

The wind swept fate upon her door 
As the ship broke against the rocks
Her house, just off the beach’s crest
Overlooked the sea and its docks

With a sound of thunder, his fate met
As stone broke through the ship’s wood
Sheer devastation, his crew all lost
He swam as best as he ever could

Reaching the shore, looking to the sea
Breathing deeply, cursing its demise
The captain felt he could have done more
As it sunk to the bottom before his eyes

She peering from a dimly lit room
Felt sorrow for those who suffered this eve
Could see on his face, from a distance, even
That the man on the shore started to grieve

She went to him, with brandy and blanket
Offering solace, maybe some hope on this night
He just watched, he stood and stared
As she wandered closer, as a beacon of light

He turned from the wreckage, cast on the shore
To see then a face, so soft with concern
He felt generosity and again he felt hope
As she, with a smile, relieved raging burn

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Eternal Shadow

In my dreams, I often see a child at the beach
He's alone, building a sand castle with cheers
As the sea waves rushes and hums in a high pitch
Towards safety place, in haste he'll trot in tears

Again there he is, but without his usual beam
He is crying in silence, 'cause of pain in his heart
For the monstrous sea wave has outwitted him
Without mercy, rupturing his innocence apart

The past, led his soul to mourn for many years
Life became insane, for it is filled with sorrow
Sadness ate him alive, he succumbed to fears
Leaving me nothing, but his eternal shadow

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Blue Eyes

I have stood atop of great mountains high
where I felt to close to heaven and cloud
and measured His stars while wondering why
no earth bound splendor was burnished as proud.

I've witnessed in time sunbeams dance, and set.
My eyes graced on all color light might build.
Tasted breath of ocean's misty islet.
I've been forgiven and with love been filled.

I have wondered in fields of fresh flowers
their perfumes begging my humbling sighs.
I've never found in moments are hours
a beauty to match your sparkling blue eyes.

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Ain't Retirement Grand

I wake up at 5:30 most mornings Before the sun has a chance to rise Head for the bathroom as fast as I can To get rid of yesterday's Mai Tai I let out a great big sigh of relief As I wipe the gunk from my peepers Stand in front of a full length mirror Like Tarzan, in my trap door sleepers I sure am ruggedly handsome, methinks Could even grace the cover of GQ That's if they publish a special edition For overweight, balding yahoos Maybe I'm being too hard on myself I've still got a surprise up my sleeve Like running a mile in two hours flat Great feat for old guys to achieve Here's the crux of the matter my friends It's something I sadly must share Try all your life to take care of yourself You'll still wind up old with no hair © Jack Ellison 2012

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Struggles and success, Sufferings and happiness, Dreams and Goals building to life; Like colours of the rainbow making light.
A blessed day for you my dear readers :) Cheer Up, God bless

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Ain't Retirement Grand

I wake up at 5:30 most mornings
Before the sun has a chance to rise
Head for the bathroom as fast as I can
To get rid of yesterday's Mai Tai

I let out a great big sigh of relief
As I wipe the gunk from my peepers
Stand in front of a full length mirror
Like Tarzan, in my trap door sleepers 

I sure am ruggedly handsome, methinks
Could even grace the cover of GQ
That's if they publish a special edition
For overweight, balding yahoos

Maybe I'm being too hard on myself
I've still got a surprise up my sleeve
Like running a mile in two hours flat
Quite a feat for old guys to achieve

Now here's a lesson, so listen up good
To this fatherly advice that I share
Take care of yourself or you'll wind up
As a old guy without any hair

©Jack Ellison 2012

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Willful Passion

It’s so hot in climate outside And inside the heat is exuded Passion falls upon our feet We are still alive not alluded Our lives have been made from joy This love we have for each other Produces more heat than normal Our hearts are pure for one another I hold her close to me all the time With a phase of willful passion I romance her deep inside me There’s dancing in some creation There’s no losing within our lives We don’t exist within the briar Nothing could separate us now A real love is what we truly are
Russell Sivey

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I Serve The Lord

I serve the Lord
	By the things I do
            	I am his servant
                       		 These words are true
My eyes have seen things
          Only evil men know
          		My heart has lived places
                       		 Only evil men go
My mind has thought things
	Only evil men think
            	My lips have tasted things
                        	Only evil men drink
I have lived places
	Only evil men live
		I have gave orders
                       		Only evil men give
I once traded my soul
	To live in a flask
            	I lived in the shadows
                       		Adorned with a mask
My truth is my honor
	My words are my plight
	 	I serve the Lord
			By the words that I write
I no longer grow old
	By the light of the moon
            	No longer is my soul
			Swimming in a spoon
I serve the Lord
	By the things that I do
		Have no doubt in your heart
			These words are true
Once in a miracle
	Through the words of a rhyme
		A sinner found Christ
			And stopped doing time
Set free on a mission
	To enlighten your soul
		I follow the Lord
			In search of my goal
The man that I was
	No longer exist
		He died the first time
			My wife and I kissed
Inside of a box
	I decided to pray
		Stepping out of the darkness
			  Embracing the day
I serve the Lord
	Through the words I write
		Your soul is my mission
			Serving God is my plight
I don’t criticize or judge
	That’s just not my way
		I simply bow my head
			And for everyone I pray
The prayer is quite simple
	It’s a spiritual bath
		I just ask the Lord
			To enlighten your path
The brighter the light
	The lighter the Son
		When this life is over
			This job will be done
I follow the Lord 
	He guides my path
		It’s all very simple
			No complicated math
I serve the Lord
	In all that I do
		If you wish to know why
			It’s because I love you

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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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All my life I worried 'bout,
What others thought of me.
I always tried to watch myself,
And act as I should be.

Mind my manners, stand up straight,
And try to be a lady,
But we all knew that in my heart,
I was a little shady.

There was a wild thing lurking there,
Just below the surface,
Aching just to be set free,
And have myself a circus.

Now I'm old and just don't care.
You get just what you see.
I'll dress the way I want to dress,
Be what I want to be.

I'll ride my horse, run with my dogs,
Climb hills and even trees.
If folks don't like the way I look,
Too bad, 'cause this is me.

("To thine own self be true.") ;)
(Your friends don't need any explanations and your enemies won't believe you anyhow.)

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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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A Perspective on Life

Life is so precious when you’ve got health Good health is much more precious than wealth Be willing to explore what you can Discoveries help to make life grand New opportunities come your way Jump-in quick as they may go away Let the world know you want to join in Put your hand out and make a new friend Live life boldly, learn new things firsthand Take off your shoes and walk in the sand Don’t be timid because something’s new Adventure’s door is open to you There’s new things to learn, around the clock Open the door when you hear a knock You only get this one chance to live Experience what life’s got to give

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The Hunting Trip

Daddy went hunting.
Mamma went too.
Daddy got a deer,
but Mamma got two.

Mamma told her story
while Daddy stood by
looking like at any time
he was gonna cry.

We all thought "He's jealous
he only got one."
But, Daddy had a reason
he didn't shoot his gun.

The buck was at his blind.
He seen him at close range.
The path was clear and all at once
Daddy felt something strange.

He knew that she was waiting
over in her stand.
He had bagged so many deer.
Her fate was in his hands.

He tossed a stick to scare the deer.
He sat and watched it run.
He prayed she wouldn't miss her shot

He sat patiently waiting 
for the gunshot near her stand.
When he heard her yell "I GOT ONE!"
he finally unclenched his hands.

The deer was his gift to her
although she never knew,
why Daddy only got one deer
and she got two.

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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.

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Mystic Tinklings

                   Mystic Tinklings

Mystic tinklings
	Ancient echoes from the past
Fleeting inklings
	Glimmer just beyond your grasp

Phantom footfalls
	When you know that you’re alone
Echoed choircalls
	Of a long forgotten song

Shadows slipway
	From the corners of your eye
Darkened hallways
	Hints of time passed by

Brief reflections
	Of things you did not see
Vast collections
	Of the things that used to be

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The dusk of chivalry

The age of chivalry has passed,
but chivalry lives on in men
whose honor and instinct
survive in the face of ridicule and revolution,

in spite of political propaganda
distributed by androgynous drones
as the infallible truth of a progressive world
with no place left for gentlemen.

A world where mutilated values are
paraded before our sons
and sung as mantras of the day
by fickle knights in tin-foil armor

flaunting capricious deeds and
shedding integrity in pursuit of
fifteen minutes of infamy
and a glamorous trophy wife.

Most have little hope
as they inherit a legacy
of squandered dignity
with no clue how to reclaim it.

But hope lives on in a few
uncommon men of quiet strength
lying dormant in anonymous lives
until a new revolution calls them out

to exemplify what men should be,
bringing back the valiant love of a woman,
with decency and chivalry,
for the good and honor of all.

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You have led me     beside the azure seas
to see the crimson coral     of the fallen leaves
so like the rainbows      that exist within our kin
the colors that lay      upon our souls within
There drifts our souls       in  the shades and hue
where we slip the streams       of the colors blue
or light their soul      in softest shades of yellow
when in company as       delighted companions fellow
Or quietly lay in shells      still and tinged of pale grey
like the clouds that hang         within the low of day
or to climb the hills      the foliage with its glistening sheen
are painted trees and meadows      in the depths of green
Here in life the blooms         that every spectrum see
and offered us its view      the veneer of  eternity
and not so transparent          the crystals of our glass
and our lives the shadows           of pigments cast
The cosmetic gloss         that we can wear like makeup
that dyes the actions     which our souls we take up
some like varnish     are just cover for what is dull
like the iron and the steel     that contains our hull
But the tints     that wash and stain our soil
can be the colors    swirling within the gleams of oil
where they run together    as the eddy's in the water
there each soul its    colors is contained a single star   

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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On Grandma's Farm

There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill 

There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm

Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December

I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand

I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall

I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm

© 2011 Kevin Stock

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My Bucket List

I have so much I want to do
before I'm laid to rest
I want to see and do it all
complete my bucket list

I want to shout from mountain tops
and sail in clear blue seas
To travel all around the world
and see the Redwood trees

My fear is that I'll wait too long
and then I cannot go
The years they now go flying by 
and aging takes its toll

The time has come to set aside
the life I've come to know
Fulfill the dreams I put away
so many years ago

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The Tigers Eye

My Canon SLR, is set, night light on, but it’s only still dusk
Positioned waiting hoping for the promised elephant with tusk
Crouching low a rustling in the hot scrub grass close by
I turn slowly hoping, but look straight into a tigers golden eye…

An overpowering smell my nostrils do detect
A deathly smell of blood, on my life I do reflect
The eye of the tiger with its golden hue
He seems so neat, almost manicured too…

The white stripes round his wide open eyes
The crackle of dry grass, the buzz of the flies
The sweat does drip, down my nose
My heart beats fast, the shutter won’t close.

His small ears on such a large head do mesmerise me
The long, long whiskers twitch, so I believe it is a he.
Do I move? Do I breathe? What am I to do?
A tiger with black pupils, why didn't I bring a crew.

Looking through my lens, I see his nose twitch a little bit
I am on his menu it was then the shutter did click
I’m drenched in sweat; he lowers to pounce, this will be goodbye
My prayers are said, my life relived, I know it’s time to die…

Straight through the lens, but what I really did not see
He’s looking to my side, my prayers are answered it isn't me
A sigh escapes, I dare to breathe, I turn as slowly as I dare…
That’s when I spot a flock of gazelle; one of them will be his fare

© 26/11/2012 ~GG~

  Contest Entry for: Viewing Life Through A Lens

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Made You Look You Dirty Crook

“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!

“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another from way back when
So sad they've all but disappeared
Wish they could go back again!

Since the dawn of the computer age
We speak in a different fashion
Conversing in very short sentences
Using acronyms without much passion!

We now seem to have lost the ability
To have an intelligent conversation
Emailing, texting, or some such device
Or some other glitzy presentation!

I really long for those simpler days
When people took time to listen
And all the world seemed friendlier
Now feels like something's missing!

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It's Elementary

The work I did was playing with the angels
We read and painted, dressed up for Halloween as rangers
The Universe so close from dry, paper mache
With older kids we even wrote an Etheree 

The work I did was traveling to Europe
With twenty of my students and an antelope
We colored windows facing the lights of Paris
and even opened a brasserie  "Gateau de Bliss"

So, Carolyn, you made me smile opening this album
When asking "Where the Wild Things Are? " Ka-boom!
Again it's "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs"
...but empty are long gone  Elementary School halls...

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A Warm Welcome to Aimee

I cried along with you when I heard on the phone
Your first cries as you made yourself known
With little fists flying and a voice to be heard
You let everyone know, you would not be deferred.

With angelic eyes and a cute little nose
You were pink and rosy, right down to your toes
Everyone cooing, laughing and yes a tear too
For the new life and blessing on your day of debut.

With a head full of hair the color of fawn
Born in the morning just before dawn
You visited awhile and then went out like a light
An angel needs rest to shine that bright.

So welcome Aimee Michelle, we’ve waited so long
To have you with us; to hear your life song
Never doubt for a moment how much you are loved
You are our blessing that God sent from above.

*To my son who lost a son last year but was blessed last night with a daughter.  I
couldn't be there due to illness so I only got to hear her first cries over the phone.

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Roses are Red / Violets are.........?

Roses are red Violets are blue Family secrets told Through your hearts spew A white wild orchid Bruised and stained with brown, Its virgin petals touched…. Emerging blooms will frown Mama lily beat purple, Her seedlings green; Siblings often wonder - Why is he so mean? As the wind carries seedlings Away from garden’s home; Lily’s tears water contused soil Her heart becomes eroded loam Roses are red Violets are blue Wounded whispers weep Longing affirmation from you ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ *few thoughts on domestic violence*

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He called a name in the middle of night
Replaying the words, the tempting desire
The voice of instinct I cannot rewrite,
I looked in the mirror; my soul fumed a fire.

He woke up evading a clear deceit
My trust splintered like a broken toy, used
Recalling how they brushed cheeks with light heat
And thought ballroom girl was simply amused.

I took a shower, peeling stain’s disgust
Watching the suds fall down on muddy tiles
Then the new moon whispered, “ are you just?”
A bubble lifted the fog pacing a deep smile.

He  brushed my cheek the way I saw them first
And walked out in the light of inner power,
Reclaiming the glow of self- worth, affirmed
Yes I’m woman, but also a warrior.

Adultery Contest of Delilah Ventura
by nette onclaud

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For Survival or Greed? (Co-written with James Fraser)

Note:  Following a rash of local breakins, thieves murdered two people who happened to be 
at home when they entered.  This event produced a lot of anxiety for me and James was 
kind enough to help divert my attention by joining in this write.  Many thanks to James, Tim 
and Dane Ann for their support during this difficult time. -- Carolyn

     A hungry gray feline sees a mouse; quickly does she pounce
     Instincts come into play as jungle creatures eye their prey
     Natural selection rules the vast animal kingdom
     By striking fast they earn the right to live another day 
We read in the papers and we watch on the news
As I look out my window, and ponder man's thoughts
What do we see, through our eyes as we view
Our ability to kill and leave one's life nought
     Complicated survival games play out each strenuous day
     From the frigid Arctic tundra to torrid dark jungles
     Beasts on the prowl are trekking nature's intended path
     Another victim falls as distant thunder rumbles 
Opportunists linger as the perpetrators dare
Man stalking down dark alleys and dimly-lit streets
Confronted, accosted in criminal stare 
Where the innocents in danger, generally meet
     Other members of the animal kingdom have no choice
     They slay only to keep themselves and their families alive
     But it's man who plays the most dangerous of games
     Killing for thrill, politics or greed; how can man survive?
It's the evil of man who takes what he wants
With the blade of a knife, with his terror taunts
His escalation from flint to gun
This most wonderful world in masculine haunt
     If man continues to develop harsh weapons
     The skies may explode in carnivorous fashion
     Consuming not just one animal species, but all
     Leaving angels to mourn the death of God's creations

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The Royal Crown

What birth pains are these
The kind that bring no peace
It seems no one is pleased
Until someone leaves

©2014 Honestly JT

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Aboard The Titanic

Today I am about to embark on a journey
that I have waited for, for so long,
they say that this one is the safest ship
were nothing could ever go wrong.

As I stare down at the crowd, I think,
here I am, traveling on the R.M.S. Titanic,
this is the most exciting day of my life
and yet I feel a sense of anxiety and panic.

I calm myself by breathing in April's fresh air
and the sea's waves begin to roll and rock,
I close my eyes and feel the warm sunshine
as the ship finally departs from the dock.

Even though I'm not a first class passenger
I admire the grandeur of the White Star Line,
my few luxuries and the kindness shown to me
are enough to warm this heart of mine.

For Carolyn Devonshire's Past Lives Contest

I'm very interested in learning about the Titanic, but sometimes when I look at a
picture of the ship, I get this tremendous feeling of dread and fear. So much so,
that I cannot look at the photo any longer. I don't know where my fear of this
ship comes from. I have never been on a cruise or had any kind of traumatic
experience on a ship. Sometimes, I think that I may have been on the Titanic
in my past life. I don't know if I would have survived or not.

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Honesty is the best policy That's a lesson I was taught at school But today in a world of trickery Is that merely advice for a fool? One time a person's word was his bond A handshake was used to seal a deal Today, no oath can be relied on For some are always trying to steal I shall be honest in my action For to myself I have to be true In each and every situation No matter what others say or do Peace of mind is most important to me That's why I shall always strive to be free To act in all truth and sincerity For honesty is the best policy
I tried to write this poem in the style of some poems I learned and loved as a child. I have a special fondness for balanced rhyming poems. I think they are easier for children to learn. I believe it is important for children to learn the importance of honesty and I dedicate this poem to them.

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A Rainbow In The Sky

Standing on a slippery slope           
the fear is almost gone…
Storms that raged inside my mind
are settled now,  and calm 

Welcomed breeze upon my face
I’m ready now to fly…
Darkened clouds have disappeared
a rainbow in the sky

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Spiritual Baseball

If I were to venture a sports analogy,
I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually.
We spend eons preparing in the dugout,
Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat.

The rival coach directing our adversaries
Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies.
His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely.
His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely.

The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves,
And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves.
He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry,
Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, porn and other immorality.

Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout.
HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat.
If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard,
We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard.

HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers,
So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners.
We might on our swing just make it to first base,
But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base.

Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us,
Only our choices will allow them to defeat us.
So with our Coach and team we must stand up,
When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.

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How Dreams are Born at Fifteen

Fifteen days of living I blew bubbles
Bubbles pearlescent in the sun
In hope and love I blew you bubbles
Ephemeral, floating, glorious sun loved bubbles.

In my act of creation, exhale air
Life held close in the bubbles 
Uh-whoo, uh-whoo, here’s life to live
I blew you bubbles for you to catch.

Leap and snatch we played bubbles
Bubbles so airy we can hold and spray
A bubbly world of shimmery beings
Floating in the wind of our wake.

And at the end of the pliant and fun filled day
We dreamed of bubbles, leaping for bubbles
Watery, airy bubbles floating, flaring and caught
and held within our hand a bubble, a bubble  smashed.

And oh how silly we seemed to break our play
Open up our hand, find within a pearl
A soft shimmery white pearl of life
And let it fly away, in the breeze, like our dream, free.

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Man’s life:
The jumping out of a plane resembles
Right Into the arms of gravity’s demands 
That anxiously pulls him onto the ground
As his prevailing destiny commands

No parachute on his back is to be found
For him to avoid the inevitable impact
So he must soon find a way to escape
Before all his hopes are really whacked 

Between the plane and the ground though
A distance, short or long, to cover must have 
That definitely indicates the length of his life  
That no-one, certainly, has the right to halve 

The drama of Man has though just started
As he is having no command over his will
But the glory of his indubitable spirit
Makes him stand up and never kneel 

He laughs at his own condemnation  
And proudly declares: I am here to live
Do not care when my fall will be over
Fear in my heart I'll never forgive

He begins enjoying his hastening falling 
As he makes plans a myriad dreams to fulfill
My works, with all his force, triumphantly shouts: 
Even when I go, here they are going to be still

Thus Man victorious of life’s adventure emerges 
Having beaten all odds and the fear of death 
A monument is he now of wisdom and valor
Since never gives up till his very last breath! 


© Demetrios Trifiatis
   14 OCTOBER 2013

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Earth, Sky and Sea comprising Nature's Trinity
Interacting with each other continuously
Water from earth and sea becomes clouds in the sky
Returning as rain, sleet and snow as time goes by

A delicate balance exists between all three
Which must be maintained to preserve the harmony
Man-made pollution on earth reaches sea and sky
Threatening human existence both far and nigh

The Trinity is embedded in you and me
And we are all embedded in the Trinity
Its matter feeds and sustains the human body
Which returns to it at the end of life's journey

All the life forms are infused with the Trinity
Whether it's creatures that frequent earth, sky or sea
For each is just a brief instant in life's journey
In it's passage through space, time and eternity

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Living this life inside out
listening to everyone
scream and shout.

To much noise for my soul
is there not a quiet place
for me to go.

I love silence and it's sanity
to much animosity in society
I can live without it entirely.

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The Break Of A New Day

It's another North Carolina morning,
Just before I see the sun rise.
To lighter blue the sky is turning,
And nature wakes opening her eyes.

©2013 Honestly JT

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An Invite

An Invite

Now son, I think you’re sneaky,
not just lying for my good.
Your cover-up was cheeky,
I’m not blind or wear a hood.

A nursing home’s not for me
nor assisted-living room,
I’m keeping my own money
and that place is not my doom.

I’m old but like strip poker,
karaoke makes me high,
known as practical joker,
kind of partial to the rye.

I raised a suited dandy
that’s so rigid in his ways.
Yeah, schooling came in handy
cause you left for longer stays.

So son, you have your answer,
I’m not going anywhere.
I’ve hired a belly dancer
for my party if you dare.

It might be my last birthday,
if you come, you must have fun.
Your sister’s having her way
bringing beer and loaded gun.

The gun is for my present,
it’s protection I don’t need.
So come and let’s be pleasant
and we see where it will lead.

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A LEGACY SPAN Daily my precious gift my one and only life A life which someday may run old and dry Everytime it's prick with knife and strife A continuous battle flaming how or why A day to be with family then bond A whole day sharing time with friends A day to roam, reminisce the land A Church day to praise and transcend Sometimes, I will meet and kiss rainfall However, I shall stand ~ try understand Over heartaches and a jar painful I wear my gear and take full command Each Day, I will first stir the urge To anyone needing some time I will share opting not to splurge To love and care my finest rhyme A passing day will forever gone My life sparks with Master plan All things that's done and undone My dusts dispels a legacy span _____________________________________________ (c) olive_eloisa 3:44pm January 12, 2014

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Old Age

The autumn of life comes upon sinner, saint or sage
          Holding the soul in withering body’s bondage

The birds of beauty, charm and vigor long flown
              What a profound calamity is man’s old age

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My Life As A Dog

My life as a dog would indeed be fine
Knowing I could nap anywhere, anytime.
On the porch or in a chair,
I could dream without a care.

With my legs, I'd set a pace
And find a cat or car to chase.
If that prusuit for me did fail,
I'd turn around and chase my tail.

With my nose, I'd take in smells
And see what things I could tell.
Like who is cooking, what and where,
Or who passed by, here and there.

With my ears, I could listen good
To the sounds of my neighborhood.
When the sun went down and all was dark,
I'd take heed of the twilight bark.

With my voice, I would make known
Visitors who approached my home.
My bark would make all foes flee,
Yet to friends it'd be welcoming.

With my eyes, I could implore or beg,
For a scrap of food or a pat on the head.
The neatest thing is - is that I could see
In the dark of night, what there might be.

With my tail, I could express
The degree of my happiness.
And when I'd head out on the go,
My tail would wag, to and fro.

For all the ways that I can find
To put myself in a canine's mind,
It's quite plain to see,
My life as a dog would be grand indeed.

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

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Each Generation Plants A Tree

Each generation plants a tree The next one enjoys the shade Seeds we plant in young people's minds Are engraved and will never fade So choose your path very carefully They're watching your every step You might think they're too distracted Or they think you're old and inept They're always watching how you react Each move that you choose to make Be careful the seeds you sow every day Will grow with them, make no mistake The burden is on us for each generation To guide them and show them the way Map out the route to a happy life Don't let anyone lead them astray There'll be mine fields galore along the way Protect them with words and with deeds They'll love you for caring and taking the time Encourage them to follow your lead © Jack Ellison 2012

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The Sunny Side Of Life

Always look on the sunny side The sunny side of life It's where you'll forever find me Life's just one big slice A slice of joy and happiness Waiting for you to call Doesn't even require a passport It's there to welcome all A thousand times more enjoyable Than stumbling round in a funk Your step will have a much livelier gait You'll smile a whole big bunch All are capable, my very good friends Matter of mind over matter If you think positive and grin each day Happy genes will get much fatter Now it's very well known knowledge Happy genes can go a long way To extending your days here on earth And be a much happier stay! © Jack Ellison 2013

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My Friend

My friend is loving and trusting and able To handle all my faults and my talents Which can be burdensome I understand; She desires to be with me, quite brilliant We share hopes, dreams, and everything higher Greater than the earthly bounds and textures My friend holds my heart and loves me always Even when I fail to care about her But that is rare, I love my friend deeply She is a part of my life that I hold My friend is everything I dreamed to be And a heart that is made purely of gold My friend is a light in the deep darkness She lifts me to places I could not be; On my own I can’t, but with her I can We have fun, fun right to infinity My friend is just like me but different We are the same, but have other features Our souls meld together a loving sense We hold firm as one by a great mixture
Entered into Becca Lucas' "What a Friend Really Is" contest 4/23/2013

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Uphill 'n' downhill through life

Take life for an escalator
Go both through its ups 
and downs
Ride it like on an elevator
Expect both smiles and 

Take life for a suspense 
you and I unaware what 
the next day will hold
Meditate and muse, or 
this book of life just 
Pore over it to watch 
life's mysteries unfold.

Take life for the open sea
But pray drown not 
yourself in it
lest you lose sight of 
God's shore
and thereby lose all 
spiritual wit.

Take life for a candle
let its glow illumine 
others too
and in each and every of 
its flicker
Try finding a hint or clue

Each soul's life unique as 
mazes of one's 
And usually for many 
life's quite an uphill battle
At times sweet as 
molasses, at times bitter 
as mint
and life's roller coaster 
shakes you like a rattle.

Life tis like the rise and 
fall of notes
Consoling to find people 
in the same boats
Ah on life you can find a 
zillion quotes.

Thus ponder over your 
life and reflect
how good you've been 
to it
and not just how it's 
been treating you
Veer around the pit, and 
keep your path lit
for darkness of the soul 
is for you unfit.

(relates to the contest 
prompt in how we 
should live our lives 
being ourselves coz we 
are all unique but we 
should also blossom into 
a giving spirit at heart)

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Boy VS Man

There is only so much energy 
Only so much I can expend
I must be wary and save up
For somebody who won’t pretend

I have only so much life force
Only so much that I can spare
I need to use it frugally
For somebody who’ll truly care

All my days on earth are numbered
Soon my precious time will be through
So please tell me, my pretty boy
Am I wasting it all on you?

Are you going to break my heart, boy?
Are you going to make me cry?
If you’re thinking to fool around
Then I’m going to bid you goodbye!

You see there is only so much, dear
My time and love are in demand
I don’t have an endless source, boy
So you had better take your stand!

Decide to be exclusive, boy
For my passion will make you burn
It will add days to your life, boy
You'll forget what it means to yearn

Life will not last a long time, boy
Please tell me that you’ve got a plan
Promise me I’ll never regret
Expending my life for my man!

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A Window To My Soul

The eyes, it's said, are the windows to the soul But I once had my shades pulled down A mysterious individual difficult to figure Masqueraded around as a clown Always been known as a jester at heart But some say it's a cover, a facade To hide this feeling of insecurity inside Wouldn't allow my soul unclad Well that most certainly used to be true But this site has allowed me to be me Under cover of this protected environment It's allowed my true self to be free The truth will out it's always been said In my case it's proven to be so I owe my appreciation to this fabulous site And to Cathie, my wife, my soul A new found confidence after many years Not the person I started out to be Feeling of freedom expressing my thoughts Nonjudgemental, a feeling of free The eyes, it's said, are the windows to the soul No truer words have ever been spoken P-Soup has allowed me to always be me My long silence has now been broken © Jack Ellison 2013

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The wildflower begins its life as a seed
Within itself it contains all it will need
Along with the rain and the sun to feed
To become something we can't it will succeed

For despite the problems that around them lie
The wildflower stays beautiful as time goes by
Not realizing we no longer stop to see
Or care anymore how fragile they can be

They continue to fill the air with their sweet perfume
But as time goes by we give them less and less room
More concrete and cities in their path now loom
I'm afraid their future could hold some serious gloom

So as down this road of life you race
The next time you happen upon a place
Where wildflowers put a smile on your face
Take the time to stop and pick yourself a vase!

©Donna Jones

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Tae ma wee quiet Pawky frien'

Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing, sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings. Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see, niver mind wee thing jist let it be. Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered land, aye wee thing yea think yer oanly a wan man band, Help tho' is niver sae far away, life's dramas are nae a'ways dark an' grey. Yer mair important than yea think, mair important than oanything that's gone extinct. Withoot you an' aw yer like kind. this wurld wid be in a massive bind. So wee thing get rid o' that pawky look, yer really a giant in oany history book. Since the beginning, you have been there to provide, so yer wee sel,' behind a bushel please dinny hide. Yer no' stonnin' there oan yer oan yea ken, yea hiv hunners an' hunners o' ither frien's. Oan iv'ry country an' continent yea hav' many kin. fur eons an eons that's a'ways bin. Dayin' yer very very important job, so ma wee courin' thing dinny sob. Be a happy pert o' this wurld sae great, yer up there in lights, aye wee thing, that's yer fate. Yer fate tae provide fur aw this world's life, withoot yer life givin' skills, we wid be in strife. Naw !!no' in strife, cos wee widnae be here, so ma bonny wee pawky thing, ston' up an' cheer. Ston' up ston' up, fur heaven's sake, Ston' up ston' up, a great bow, please take. Nae langer be a wee quiet gentle pawky thing, cos great nourishing life you duly bring. Oh ah ken it's no oan yer oan yea achieve sae much, miracles oan yer oan there is really nonesuch. But wae aw yer mullins an' mullians oh kin yea have, yea kin feed them aw, like the proverbial fatted calf. Yea see noo, yer nae langer a wee pawky thing, wae aw yer greenie pals tae the world , greatness yea bring. Taegither yea will clan, an' nae langer be a wan man band, wae aw yer kin an' their amazin' skills at hand. Aw yea amazin' wee verdant clever thing, yea ken noo join wae yer pals tae bring. Feed the masses aw aroon the world, let yer flag of knowledge be unfurled. Yea thocht yea wir jist a wee singular thing, but now yea ken yer pals arrr 'around, tae bring. Aye, aw yer pals, arr' a touch o' class, nae langer ma wee thing are yea jist wan wee blade o' grass. The Auld Yin.

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We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.

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Then Fate Took It's Turn

My hero to me, was just a simple man
He was ill throughout his life, but he raised two sons
Two jobs he held down until he couldn't anymore
Then fate took it's turn, and turned his heart sore

First was the youngest, on a broken bottle he fell
His artery slashed, was the start of his hell
I recovered from my trauma, nearly losing my life
But my accident increased, his ill health into strife

Over the next two years he was hospitalised
His sons fostered out, in fatherless cries
To children's homes they went, from pillar to post
Yearning for the person, who loved them the most

He gradually recovered, we became a family again
Once again fate took it's turn, returning life's pain
On a Monday night back in nineteen sixty nine
What every parent dreads, returned him to ill health decline

His two boys excited, joining the local Boy's Brigade
Running as fast as they could, for time to be made
The older was faster, he ran well ahead
The younger lagging behind, his little legs so delayed

On turning the corner, all I could see
Was my older brother, running well ahead of me
Without looking left or right, onto the street he ran
A split second later, he was hit by a van

My life entered slow motion, whilst I witnessed it all
To see your brother knocked down, a sibling to fall
He was caught under the van and dragged down the street
At seven years old, too terrified to greet

Over the next six years, his heath gradually became worse
He was more in hospital, in illness immersed
That's why he is my hero, to my lost brother and me
He's the kind of man that I've turned out to be

He had no quality of life, but what he gave meant more
The love for his two boys all through his life's sores
Holding down two jobs through illness and strife
Admirable, that's just a word, he gave me my life

My entry for Crystal Wilkins contest 'My Hero'

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The Seasons Of Life

Life changes as the seasons do, first our youth along with spring
As all earthly things begin to wake, our life also has its beginning
Birds spread their wings and learn to fly, green grass reaches for the sky
We do the same while we can, never stopping to ask why

Like teens do, the summer too, never stops to rest
While they last, we think these years will somehow be our best
Things are in bloom, we take long days cues
Our bodies growing, thinking life lasts forever too

With middle age, brings routine, as does the coming of fall
Families, work and getting gray, as leaves turn color after all
We find those things that we love dear, and bring them near
As all migrating things, do year after year

But the end of life, along with winter's chill
If prepared for, can be better still
Like wild things do, gather things you know
You need and spend it sitting by the fire's glow

©Donna Jones

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What Dreams Are Made Of

To paint a dream requires no paint Or soft bristles that dance on canvas A dreamer’s strokes like pleas of saint Tiptoed and etched through dauntless sagas. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dreams are a nightmare wrapped in silk Undulating in its velvety strife At times they’re cloaked buffoon ilk Smirking and lurking on a gleaming knife. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rats, parmesan, petunia, are dreams too. The ambitious pulpits, a glass coffin, a snatched crown, Serpent in bed, dreaded thesis, crowd’s boo, The beggar’s smile, Oprah’s cheers, dollars on paper brown. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dreams are dreams whose origin unknown As this poetry scribbled in an estranged spur. Dreams are dreams unshackled through stones Of beautiful aching poured from limitless core. © 07-31-2012

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                                          THE MEDICINE MAN

When I was a girl,
We lived way out back,
In the swamplands where life,
Was hard but no lack,

Of love and good humor,
And inventive fun,
We were tired but happy,
When day was done.

One evening my uncles,
Were chasing me,
In a game of tag,
Near a big Oak tree.

I couldn't see,
The tree in the dark,
So I hit it full bore,
And there made my mark.

I was down for the count,
Out like a light,
They took me to Grandpa,
Who, seeing my plight,

Set to work right away,
To bring me around.
He reset my nose,
Made sure I was sound.

My face was a horror,
A regular mask,
But with his tender care,
I was soon the same lass.

He made poultice, used herbs,
To take down the swelling,
Relieving my pain,
And discomfort quelling.

He was quiet and gentle,
And didn't say much,
But he knew a lot,
And he had the touch.

He doctored our family,
He doctored our friends,
And many an animal,
He came to tend.

He was just an old Indian,
But I never forgot,
The things that he did,
Proved he knew a lot.

He lived his life quiet,
The best that he could,
And he did his best,
To live like he should.

He never stole,
Wasn't given to drink,
Said too much booze,
Made it too hard to think.

Didn't hold much store,
In money or fame,
But he knew the importance,
Of a good family name.

What others think,
He said with a grin,
Depends much on you,
So try not to sin.

He taught by example,
And he taught us a lot,
And the things that he taught us,
I never forgot.
                                              Judy Ball

For Tell Me A Story Contest by Debbie Guzzi

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Seize the Day

Some chances, come once in a lifetime
It is important to seize the day
If you don't you'll be filled with regret
As you watch goodfortune go away

Yes it's true, hindsights twenty twenty
If only you had taken that chance
When it comes to luck you make your own
Stop waiting, just take part in the dance

If you don't strike while the iron's hot
You won't be able to change its shape
Superman, couldn't rescue the girl
If he was afraid to put on his cape

Taking chances is not so easy
It often requires nerves of steel
When in the end you receive your prize
You will be glad that you spun the wheel

Then you can say remember that time
I am so glad that I seized that day
Who would have thought, life could be so good
I am so glad it turned out this way

Seize the Day Free verse

Will your lifetime pass
Along with your chances
Days lost not seized  
Abandoned to the sands of time
Left to sit in a pool of regret

Don't look back with twenty twenty vision
To the time you were so blind
Don't let good fortune be a fleeting guest
She wants to sit at your table
She says come to me 
Dance with me
Seize the day

Pour her a glass of wine
Seduce her
Take her in your arms
Lay her on your bed
Make her want to stay
Lesser men will turn away

Don your cape
Be the Superhero
Spin the wheel
Rewrite the future
Claim your prize
Make your dreams reality
Luck does favor the bold

One day
You can look back and remember
You seized the day
Your life was fully lived
Regrets few
You can choose to be full
Proof that dreams do come true

Metamorph contest

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Out in the distance thunder rolls
the wind it howls like poor lost souls,
The rain it pounds like angry fist
across the land it falls like mist.

Inside this house I sit alone
I've lost my power, internet and phone,
While outside the storm continues to rage
not stopping for an eternal age.

Nature does what nature will
we have no control over it still,
it seems so very awful funny
we can't control it with all our money.

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I Sit at the Bench

Deep into the mist, fog entails all gray The trinkets of hair pieces has my day Opens her relevant hands that fist Fog entails all gray, deep into the mist Lamppost dimly lights with an amber glow Never a hostile scene just calm we know Webs condensate even during the nights With an amber glow, lamppost dimly lights My path before me I can’t see the end Fog has blazed its mark, surely it does send Its vibe scratches my head leads tenderly I can’t see the end, my path before me I walk slowly, unknown the gravity Fence blocks my progress holding endlessly Light is glowing over my head freely Unknown the gravity, I walk slowly I sit, I sit at the bench which I passed My mind in warm tears to what has amassed Fog seems to have hurt me, even a bit I sit at the bench which I passed, I sit Contest: Swap Quatrains. Let's See What You've Got! Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich 3/6/2014

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The Autumn Of Our Lives

Autumn of our Years

The black clouds race like a murder of crows
No space between their wings
What’s in store no one knows
We will have to take what life brings.

Leaves fly past at racing pace
The rain slashes down like stair-rods
Summer's gone it never showed it's face
Autumn knock,  trees bow their heads and nod

Another season over a new one to begin
What will autumn bring when the harvest is in.
From time immemorial to a time whenever
Each season follows the last, the circle will end never.

To take joy from each season, can be hard to do 
As we grow with each one, our circle rolls too
“In the autumn of our years” never let anyone say that to me
I’m spending my circles in the summer now and for all eternity…
© ~GG~ 10/09/2012

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Am I

Once again in my life I see right through the night Is it life's insomnia Or is something quite not right I'm just a simple man Now worn, to make others born Or is it life's insomnia That I'm so truly worn You really have to view me When I'm listening to amazing sounds As I sample the lovliest oak Chardonnay It stops me from going underground Once again in my life I see right through the night Is it life's insomnia Or is something quite not right I'm just a simple man Now worn, to make others born Or is it life's insomnia That I'm so truly worn *~*

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The Road I Take

The Road I Take

Many roads there lie ahead
I wonder which to take
I glance down each and wonder
What difference it would make?

The signs I see upon the post
Are there for me to read
But don’t answer all my questions
Or satisfy my need.

I’m looking for a clue here
And really not quite sure
What happens if I go there
Will I be secure?

I know not what will happen
If I take road one or two
I stand here somewhat puzzled
And know not what to do.

The first looks kind of rugged
A challenge there for sure
And if I were to try it
Don’t know if I’ll endure.

The second has a hill so steep
Don’t know if I could climb
And if I even tried 
It would take some  time.

Another has a forest
Right there along its’ side
I fear that man or animal
Could choose that place to hide.

As I stand here somewhat puzzled
With these many roads ahead
Wondering which to travel
Where to start my tread.

I see the sun shine through the clouds
And suddenly I know
It’s how I travel on that road
And not on which I go.

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Autumn Air

It’s near, it’s here you can feel and smell it too
Autumn has blown in; the air is worn out, not new
The decaying of the leaves fills the autumn breeze
Blowing free and fast it brings in the autumn sneeze…

Flu season has arrived with the decay filled autumn air
It’s not right we didn’t get a summer, it really isn’t fair
All the seasons strike a fear in someway for all of us
Winter snows, the north wind blows and makes you want to cuss…

Spring brings with it hay-fever, another sneezing season
Summer gives us sunburn, but we risk that for a reason
We all need the sun we bathe and wallow and breathe it in
But when the autumn reaches us, it really is a sin...

Dark nights swoop on down, just like a Halloween ghost
Winds batter us all inland and not only on the coast
Rain is ever constant, breeding fresh new bugs for flu
So autumn air is for the flu-jab, it’s now time for that to renew.
© 31/10/2102~GG~

Contest entry for “Up In the Autumn Air”

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In a Puddle

Circular round, quite over and over Raindrops fall rightly into the puddle Grey as the darkest color except night Making the mind to become quite muddled The purest of reflections disturbed here Through the puddle it is shown now aligned Grandest creation put at a small scale It remains still when perfectly designed Great puddle reflects the world above it Only interrupted by a few drops They are a blessing to view, heaven sent Made for enjoyment, boys in them to hop Silver surface suggests sure royalty Abundance of delight, marvelous light Reflected off the surface of water Brilliant and beautiful even in night No matter how grey the sky is above Puddles collect raindrops quite lovingly Making ripples to flow from end to end Rain creates an aura and is friendly Opens the heart to the beat of a drum Leaving the feeling of awe before me No part of nature put forth projection Life that is important and surely free Russell Sivey

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White Knight

Orange red as burning fire beneath me Floating it ventures over and beyond Through the trees like white arrows, piercing through Emboldened, silenced the forest without sound Leaves scatter, burning through the shattered face Enlightened by the calm breeze of near day Practically suffered by ignorance The eyes of white look, can’t find what to say Avoiding the trees, the entity strikes Air is forced to succumb to the white knight Peace is all but reached, not a sound is voiced Daylight is coming quicker, it lost sight Corruption seems rampant, but it’s nature Veracious in its contemplation right Awaiting complete reversal the fog Releasing its grip on the day’s great might Russell Sivey

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The City Sleeps

Corridors, power, call it what you like When shadows fall, on this hot June night These walls, this place, I'm absorbed I wonder why They, the inflicted, their embers, we now throw them to the sky Sleeping giants of Auschwitz, in mass production die Good boy psycho killers, into their new world they tread To look for new horizons and leave behind their dread Behind half moon meadow, now decaying in ancestral creep Amidst discarded gates and ditches, this, the city sleeps Their corridors of Epiphany, whilst Christianity weeps <> Written using the track titles to the Touchstones album <> The City Sleeps

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Aboard The Titanic - Part 2

I stood alone on the ship's deck all afternoon
just to watch the sun sinking low on the sea,
the Atlantic ocean is so calm this evening
but, that old feeling of dread still bothers me.

I slowly exhale to calm myself once again
and my breath comes out in a white mist,
the air is slowly turning cold and frigid now
as the night's darkness pulls me into it's own abyss.

There is nothing that I can see out there now
except clear-white burgs of ice in the distance,
another odd feeling hits me that I cannot deny
but, how could ice play a role in my existence?

The sun's rising on April 15th will warm me
and I will escape this feeling of an early fate,
my entire body shudders for the very last time
as the sounds of breaking ice and bending iron reverberate.

This poem was inspired by Paul Callus, who suggested that a sequel
to my poem, "Aboard The Titanic", might make for an interesting read.

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Grandma's Bench

Each day her world was getting smaller
But still to this bench she made her way
To enjoy the park, the pond, and the ducks
and watch young children that came to play

Her bench became a gathering place
Life stories told and babies kissed
They all enjoyed her wise company
Her sweet face will sorely be missed.

They still gather at that bench
And daily life goes on as before
But they still remember "grandma"
A lady they had come to adore...

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

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I stood and watched them
One by one by one
Working ever so lovingly
Until all the work was done
There were parents and adults
Kids of all ages too
All this was for
In memory of you-know-who
They were washing headstones
Using shaving cream, to clean
There were so many of them
And even more in between
Others were raking leaves
Some were cutting brush
There were people everywhere
But, no one was in a rush
Some were planting flowers
Together in several rows
There were wheelbarrows
Tractors and even track hoes
They were laying bricks
And also walking about
But, the hardest thing was
Brennan, we were without
He wasn't there in person
He listened to God's call
His Eagle Scout project completed
In spirit, he saw it all

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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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In the darkened attic, cold wind hisses Drifting through mist of unfulfilled wishes. The urge to stray climbs on hurrying ticks, Cold wind hisses in the darkened attic. Keepers of light, they open her desire Promising hope, lost dream she will acquire As remnant of fear leaves the rabid night, They open her desire, keepers of light. From heart’s window, footsteps quiver To saunter onward and claim dream’s flicker Rips of long nights soon abate her sorrow, Footsteps quiver from heart’s window. Slowly her fire roams, hands pick stiff brushes Fingers tracing easels of stars’ splashes. In this world, inner passion finds true home Hands pick stiff brushes, slowly her fire roams. … . …….. . . (c) *Swap Quatrain : each stanza is a quatrain where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. Kim Merryman’s 'What Dreams are Made Of ' Contest 31 July 2012

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The Escape

  Vanished glitter, evaporated beauty and shape
Faces that the fabric of wrinkles of agony drape

Tormented and anguished soul in the body’s unsightly prison 
  Without the succor of death is there an escape?

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Words Spoken

So many words that have no meaning, spoken in our society.
So many people not understanding, what they even speak.
Why should they use God's name in vain, does it make them big inside?
Why should they use four letter words, just what are they trying to hide?

I find it so in T.V. and books, and even on the common street.
What is it that makes our society one of evil and conceit?
What can we do but pray, to change it back to God above?
So on my knees, I lift my voice to Him, for the Country that I love.

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Your Will, your Hand

Your will, your hand

The will is might, if you have mind.
Walk through miles and God you will find.
Bedeck your life to soothe and bright.
If you have mind, the will is might.

Nothing is “can’t”, without your hand.
Your hand by nature is armed hand-
Empower to rule--- rule out “shan’t”.
Without your hand, nothing is “can’t”.

©A.O, 2014.

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The Sunny Side

Most of us see what we want to see And hear what we want to hear Never wishing to complicate our lives Want happiness with very few tears The world is surely not a perfect place It has flaws we must overcome But always looking on the sunny side Helps us deal with them one by one Sure not an expert when it comes to love I only know what I've observed Over many years of experiencing life We usually get back what we serve So I'll try to sum it up in a nut shell Here's what I've discovered through life It takes a bunch of give and take But basically we're all much alike Most of us see what we want to see And hear what we want to hear So keep on looking on the sunny side Happiness is always near © Jack Ellison 2012

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Open Heart Surgery

If we love today
and do the same tomorrow,
hearts are filled with joy
not with pain or with sorrow.

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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.

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No Argument There

No Argument There Once in a while talk to myself telling myself that I should care, with whatever I have to do and with no argument there. I question myself which way to go I'm thinking if I doing it right, wondering about hope and life, about all the dreams at night. I talk to myself about different things that sometimes it makes my ears ring, my inner voice may tell me if I'm wrong but listen to myself shall keep me strong. At times I am reminding myself to lift my eyes and look above, never to forget where I came from and for all His blessings and love. Erich J.Goller Copyright 5.29.2011 UNSUPPORTED CODE

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Life itself is bigger than any love affair
The magic of being in love may disappear
One partner may become tired of what both share
Leaving the other in a sad state of despair

If you are one with love that is still enduring
Please be thankful each day for what you are sharing
If the love you once shared has come to an ending
Though it may not be easy please stop your crying

The price you are now paying with your suffering
Is not worth someone who is no longer caring
So just wipe away all those tears and start smiling
Lift your head up and see the sun is still shining

Listen to the birds and you will hear them singing
Look at a sunset and enjoy what you're seeing
Feel the glorious warmth of the sunshine on your skin
Enjoy fully the wondrous beauty of living

Even though life may not be peaceful as a dove
Here is something you should always mindful of
Love of life is more precious than all other love
Grasp this sacred treasure with blessings from above

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Fall Comes Softly

She came to the ball in splendid fashion Her entry slow and sure, full of graces Her perfume spoke of the smells of fall and her sweet breath soft on summer faces.... Taking summer by it's trembling hand They waltzed together across the fields Knowing they would meet again next year And celebrate in glory when summer yields.... For the Fall contest

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

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Elemental Alignment

It's the essence of what we're made of.
It's right beneath us as we walk.
It's what the Creator used from up above---
to make "the walking colours that talk".

The essence of movement that kisses your face.
It can push the sea and move the trees.
Sweat on a hot day can be erased.
Breeze that's felt with grace and ease.

The burning flames put out heat.
The colours are brilliant and bright.
It's used outside when you need something to eat.
It also brings dark things to light.

It's the only thing that can quench your thirst.
It's the one thing that connects all life.
If you don't receive this you might just burst.
A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife.

We need all these elements to make the world go round.
They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.

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A Kiss Of Sunshine

The sunshine reaches down kissing the trees Bathing them in light, colors sure refines Leaves wave within the movement of the breeze Capturing motion, and the brilliant lines Trees glow with sunlight, a part of summer Beauty brings signals, a wondrous pure heart Trees surely kiss the sunshine of slumber Harmonious blessings put on each part Sunshine evolves placing rays of pure light Directly onto the free flowing trees Colors glow with extreme, wondrous delight Great sunlight performs pretty as you please Smoothly the sunlight wafts on into play Kissing all around this glorious place The surroundings lift the spirits that say Enlightenment is plain, want for a taste The trees all align with the source of light Follows the like of the illumine sense Bright and white, softly warms with all its might The sunshine that kissed is surely intense
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "A Kiss Of Sunshine" contest 3/6/2013

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!

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Hats Off To You {Vignette}

heart flutters bearing the news
appointed poet laureate
bows comrades honoring name
gift gabble raising thy brows
expectations of nil
inspirations for others

Tribute To Poetry

And To All The Wonderful Poets
Here In The Soup Bowl
I Bow To Each

Also Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Poet Laureate Contest
GL All

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dreams or illusions of living in peace and harmony
In thinking about life's problems I didn't come undone
images still float in the wind, music of the Harmonie
The magical dream of people on earth living as one

An adolescent desire of a world with a lasting peace
let us justify a bad decision to stop sowing seeds
or are we nomadic people, living like a flock of geese
Life is following the one in front, unsure of where it leads

with ideas, seeds are sown, establishing a path to peace
Can we transcend innovations, to stop following the flocks
to learn people exchanging views possibilities will increase
listening to people and stop throwing metaphoric rocks

"Yesterday, trouble was distant  life a game to be played"
Our people may be gone, but our past lets us be unafraid
My angel seems far away, but memories will never fade
all dreamers, vying in the game of life will never be swayed

I still believe and long for yesterday

for Beatlemania! contest
of Heather Ober

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Patchwork of Orange Recited

He looks out of some very dark brown eyes His face a patchwork of unique pieces Each one is stained glass with gorgeous color Sepia sections, which he releases He is quite striking to the naked eye He looks like a stained glass window of pride Love is enveloped all about this man Never does he cloak, never does he hide He always beams when the sun is shining A gleam exists deep within his brown eyes Reflects any light that may come about There’s nothing about him you might despise A patchwork of orange covers his face Each piece is a slightly different tone But the whole picture is overwhelming Beautiful, here he’ll never be alone
A Video is Located at: Entered into Roy Jerden's "Recite Your Poem" contest 4/6/2013

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World Brotherhood

A most treasured gift
We all have to give
Is our ability to share
To live and let live

To abolish all prejudice
We must do our part
Let everyone take notice
This plea from the heart

Let's abolish the bad 
And focus on good
Children of the universe
A world brotherhood

@Jack Ellison 2012

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All in one

urge to be in two places now so strong
heartrending cries for help yelled out loud
inability of dividing myself feels so wrong
highways ahead too narrow and too long
ticking times merciless running out

wishes to change the times lifelong
desired bless of magically being endowed 
both soul mates in a distant throng
watching their struggle and storm cloud 
praying for their health in a swan song

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Secret Hideaway

Secret Hideaway

It's nestled in a pleasant cove
my secret hideaway
A place where I can be alone
and contemplate the days

This haven from a reckless world
brings solace to my mind
A getaway from city life
where many are unkind

The water in the clear blue lake
reflects the giant trees
The mountain just behind my house
it blocks the winter breeze

As years passed by an inner voice
spoke softly to my soul
Why don’t you set aside those things
that you cannot control

This is your home its always been
the place where you belong
A simpler life with peace of mind
and joys that come along

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Starry Night

The caliginous sky embraced the night,
its mix of black and blue.
Oh what a beautiful sight,
To see the stars twinkling above right on cue.

Tranquility I admired as I sat, eyes drenched,
allowing the ataraxis to seep through my mind.
Oh, solitary on a frore, hard bench,
Yet here I am, savouring the scenic find. 

With only the wind in my ears,
making the “whoosh whoosh” sound,
blowing away the tears,
I finally calmed down. 

Even the darkness felt at rest,
and smelled, oh, so comforting---
Like nature at its best,
making my heart go a-humming.

And with that, I forgot about
everything, my problems, and the roughshod world.
There was no doubt,
that I was preoccupied, just me, and my own little world.

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Ode to Robert Frost

I think I may have walked with him
and talked  of life and simple things.
We mended walls together, and then
talked of poetry and what it brings..

He told me how his life unfolded
and how the words began to flow.
How promises that he made, he kept,
described the woods filled up with snow..

I stood with him that day in Washington
and so proudly held his aging hand,
as he spoke about the Gift Outright
and hopes for JFK in our troubled land...

This lovely dream of mine I cherish.
His words speak directly to my heart ;
Of common man and treasured places,
he was a quiet man, a man apart.....

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War for Love

You know I love you
I love my country more
Enemies around like sharks
Can't hide in a bunker anymore

I kissed you deep
We were in love
The tides rocked our love boat
I have to calm the seas

Can't wait I have
to save my motherland
Pay any price but win
to be in your arms for ever

Am always with you my dear
in your heart and mind
Wipe away your tear
Shall be back soon my dear

I know it sounds hollow
War can't buy peace
Bombs shatter hearts
Guns can't teach love

Don't my enemies ever love
My guns keep booming
My eyes are wet
I call war for love

                                            On 26 Nov 2008, terrorists from Pakistan gunned down
                                            innocent children, women and men in Mumbai
                                            This is my tribute to the Policemen who risked their lives
                                            to save the civilians.

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Hey Wait A Minute

Hey! Wait a minute, what's going on
Is this how it's supposed to be
All stooped over, walking with a cane
Always needing to pee 

Told where to go and what to eat
Try so hard not to drool
Remembering days when I was the one
In control, I was so cool

Mom didn't tell me there'd be days like this
Happy in her own little world
She wanted to give me the inside scoop
But her flag became unfurled

All I can say is, I've enjoyed my trip
If I bite the bullet tomorrow
It's all been an absolute downright blast
So don't go showing me sorrow!

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Knock-Knock jokes are told by kids the world over;
They're full of moans and groans, old puns and good fun.
Little kids love to hear them and can't wait to relate them.
As parents we gamely endure them, then smile and run!

But what if we hear a knock-knock on the door?
Dependent upon what's going on in our life,
We either stride down the hall or we hesitate a step;
Is our teen out with the car? Has he got into strife?

That knock-knock on the door could mean myriad of things;
Perhaps it's just our neighbour, or our husband home at last.
It could bring glad tidings, a Christmas package or two,
But if we have teens, our heart begins to beat fast.

What is it about that knock-knock on the door?
We either think nothing of it or our heart skips a beat.
If we have teens in our life out spreading their wings,
We pine for the days of their knock-knock jokes about smelly feet.

© ELR 2013

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End of the Tunnel

Hearts writhing in pain and wounds that smell 
Souls smoldering in agony and affliction’s hell

O savior! O Love! You are hard to seek in this age of apathy
            Let there be light at the end of the tunnel

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that fish patiently wait 
at interface of water and fate
burping bubbles for their troubles
water bugs and mosquitoes
unwilling, unsettling for nibbling placebos
acting on a deeper, more hungry drive
to ascend today, eager to stay alive

jaws set wide for voracious consumption
sweet thorax collapses to juicy bite
hooked into a jarring compunction
steeling the air now, a painful insight

to bait, to fish, to hunger, to wish
to fish, to bait, to consume, to sate
ichthyes pisces, jumpin' Jehovah might these
waggin' winged fins fly these troubles away

jumpin' the air and pulling the lines
hard to believe that the mettle redefines
the parts played of the hunter and hunted
penetrating mistakes are now confronted 

shoulda looked at bit harder towards a bait
to now spit out this damned curved harpoon
at any rate, it's beyond meaningful debate 
escaping unlikely - freedom inopportune

panning to sky, maybe panned over fire
maybe that end ain't so bad after all
peckishly satiating lifes consuming desire
fish for a fisherman so that life takes all

© Goode Guy 2013-06-19

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I'll Even Give The Moon

No greater treasure have I found
you mean the world to me   
My life has changed forever more  
your love has set me free

There now is meaning to my life                         
a reason to believe                                        
Each day begins and ends with you   
my heart is on my sleeve

Oh Darling ask me what you will
a wedding gown in June?   
I’ll give you anything you want
I'll even give the moon

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Enveloped Dreamscape

In the quiet, the night to focus on Dreams escape my head bringing dusty eyes I follow its lonely steps to darkness The moon begins to shine, starts to revise Fog envelopes me holding me so tight I can’t breathe, suffocating, I don't lie… End of life forms before me, true as night I finally suck in breath of the sky Calmness enters my troubled head for once Fog starts to recede, I see a home there Is it mine, what is the purpose of this My dreams, so lost, am I truly aware Where am I to be in this dream, fancy I delve into the space under this moon Bewilderment occupies my shaved head Smooth as silk, I follow nothing so soon The fog starts to cast its way in again I’m blinded only by the moon’s blue light Now I must sit, I am tired, can’t go on I hear the ocean, is it a new sight I wake to the sound of my noise maker To see thick fog covering everything Every thought is clear, I can concentrate I blame it on my dream, ventured seeing Russell Sivey

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Life is a Highway

Life is a highway of twistings and turnings.
There may be blind corners not anticipated.
There are no roadmaps to aid in our learnings,
No signs by the roadway, no route designated.

We must keep our eyes open, learn as we’re going,
Some folks whom we meet will point the wrong way.
We may get bogged down by oats we are sowing
And have lost too much time at the end of the day.

We must each travel with faith in tomorrow
Though we can’t be certain tomorrow will be.
There will be days we are plodding in sorrow
But just as surely, some sunshine we’ll see.

We don’t know if our road will be shorter or longer
But never the less we must keep on the track.
Bumps in the road will but make us grow stronger.
No matter how rough there is no turning back.

Written 9/1/12

For Kim's contest

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The Tiger Rock and Leopard Black

From the wood where coyotes play
Blackie cat came on a summer’s day.
Called seemingly, to fill the place 
where Rocky the cat lay dreaming.

A proud old tom who’d seen his end
Rocky had held it long at bay.
A Guardian was he of Mom you see, 
but when he passed she’d stay.

And he’d not leave till he knew
she would not be alone…
He’d found ole Blackie for her
to give them both a happy home.

Blackie and he had many a day
of lolling in the grass and sun.
But Rocky’s porch he would not share
that was for Mom and he the only one.

She feed them both, each to his own
and cared for both in kind.
Rocky’s plan, he was the man…
was to not leave her alone inside.

So, Rocky's sweet self sacrifice
of staying much too long
was blessed with painless passing
He died in Mommy’s arms.

Now everyday, ole Blackie comes
as Rocky told him too.
To keep his Mommy company
another Guardian true.

Still too frightened to come inside, 
Mom’s sure he will one day. 
And on that day they’d both be sure
that Blackie’d come to stay.

*Debbie Guzzi

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Bird Head

Kneeling, Earth bound he sees only walking He has a bird head, the beak facing right No wing can spread enough by one’s gawking Bird makes man unique, he becomes a sight Russell Sivey

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Speak No Evil

One thousand might be silent,
While one speaks aloud.
The tongues that are quiet,
Know what the story's about.

©2014 Honestly JT

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The pursuit of happiness

The pursuit of happiness and where this journey leads,
You may not get what you want but you shall fill your needs.
Every little junction provides a different route to go.
If you choose wisely happiness becomes what you know.

The destination before us is not always very clear.
The road becomes dark as it is tainted by fear.
There seems so many decisions not sure of which are right.
When you choose the right path happiness is then in sight.

All the choices we make determine the path we take.
The love that you give will equal the love you make.
All the good and bad becomes part of who we are 
Bridging the distance to places that were too far.

One day your eyes just open, you see how far you’ve come.
The future looks quite bright as we stand out in the sun.
The pursuit of happiness lives inside of every heart.
It is much like a circle the end becomes the start.

Just when you thought the journey might be through.
You will find there’s so much more that you have to do.
The world keeps on spinning and always there is change.
Just around the next corner, happiness is now in range.

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You Leave Me Hanging

I hate it that you leave me hanging
sat waiting for a word or smile
I tell myself you mean nothing to me
but I've crossed my fingers as I wait awhile

I pace the room with indifferance
pretending not to care
giving voice to the odd frustration
but I'm just speaking to thin air

In sleep I lay distracted
your a thought that threads my dreams
one that lingers through the day
I'm so annoyed I think I could scream

But one day I'll uncross my fingers
the things I say will then be true
thin air need no longer listen
and the threads of my dreams will be new

I won't be where you left me
just waiting for a word or two
I'll have gotten over caring
and no longer distracted by you

Until then I guess I'll hang here
just like the time before
knowing one day it will be over
because I'll pace right out the door.

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Once In A Lifetime

They're once in a lifetime These moments of joy The first time you rattle That colourful new toy Your first day at school With the rest of the kids Your hair all slicked down Bad smells Mom got rid The ultimate joy Of your first tender kiss The shock when she tells you Her period she missed A puff from a cigarette Makes you dizzy and ill The beer in the closet I remember it still The joy of first child The smell of their skin The softness of touch Their sweet tiny grin Your first big promotion The raise that you get The first time you notice A grey hair NO NOT YET! Middle age then follows With a sickening thud It's all over now Your life is pure crud The sixties are next And retirement awaits Where did it go You're in a hell of a state Then someone says wryly You've had a good life 'Whatcha crabbing about?' But it still cuts like a knife These tender sweet moments You experience through time You'll remember them fondly And treasure the climb So hold on to them tightly They won't come again They're once in a lifetime They're to treasure my friend © Jack Ellison 2012

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Hot Fudge Sundae


Must be the weather
I'm floating on air
Nothing to distress me
No worries no cares

Life's a big hoot
Fun stuff nonstop
A hot fudge sundae
With a cherry on top

Some may say
“Man, get real”
Here's what I tell 'em
It's all how you feel

About life and it's trials
They're only a test
So hang in there people
Show 'em your best

I'll sum this thing up
With this bit of advice
If you feel like chuckling
Never think twice

@Jack Ellison 2012

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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. 

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Charming Hug

She has great freckles and a live wire voice And red hair with beauty that can’t compare Green eyes and lovely tonal lips displayed Can hear her love by her motion she shares I always hold her deep inside of me Her glory lies outside of her beauty Her real charm is beyond her simple looks Her whole loving heart is just how I see Her longing gaze is what I surely see Deep within my soul I long to view her So when I am near her I want to be One with her heart, a Hug I must confer Charming and inspiring are her great looks There’s not a man on Earth that would not see Her gorgeousness that’s fueled by her power Not a second goes by that she’s not free She always desires a lovely warm Hug From any good looking man that surrounds Hugs are her thing, no matter her beauty All men win, from her heart of love astounds
Russell Sivey Contest: HUGS Sponsor: S. K. A. T. 5/28/2013

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The Wise Old Owl

Have you heard of the wise old Owl
Who sits in the old oak tree
Have you wondered why the wise old Owl
Attracts the forests creatures to he

Well, what this old Owl could do
He was always prepared to listen
And for that he passed on his wisdom
Soon the forest began to glisten

Then came that terrible day
When others thought he knew nothing at all
All the creatures ran amok
In a frenzied do what you like ball

The old Owl was having none of this
And he called on the forest elders to court
If you keep carrying on this way
What you have, I shall have to abort

And behold the very next day
The forest became quiet and serene
On the old oak tree the old wise Owl declared
What you have now achieved, humans can only dream

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Life Has Come From No Scriptwriter's Lot

Life has come from no scriptwriter’s lot
Nor from any grand design
Living things, from Matter wrought
The sole eternal, Time

By millennia of thoughtless toil
By lost, imperfect forms
Mankind has found the splendid Earth
So presently adorned

Glorious the legion that has lived, and perished
Since this fertile sphere began
Yet no greater glory has Nature known
Than the glory that of man

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Cupid's Deadly Bow

Twinkling eyes behind veiled sight
Hair turning slowly from peppered to white
Heart beats, it pounds a drum roll
Matching the heart of the one you stole

Rock and Roll, the beat’s in your blood-
Youth trapped inside, love still in young bud
The blossom of the bud will reach its full bloom
The petals as they open, as a bride to a groom.

Feelings never change, no matter the age
Youth calls to us all on that I will wage
Love holds no bounds it strikes where it will
Cupid and his darts keep firing still

There is no armour to protect the chest
The arrows still pierce, even the best
So if you see a little winged boy with a bow
Duck, run away, hide, cos you never just know.

© ~GG~ 7/11/2012

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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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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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Deceiving Dreams

Living in a dream is an exception The scenes are all real strange and different The music within it are all chained down Never do the notes express their lament As the nature of the dream is a swamp Portraying and delving an eerie truth Not knowing if you should get wet within Or find dry land and see just what your worth Dreams are deceiving, just where are you now Do you know exactly what they’re made of However strange they are, sometimes they’re great The best thing you could imagine with love I can see the dream floating above me I picture my soul lifting into it Dedication ensues now for this dream No longer is this view strange, it’s legit Power, this dream harbors a grand scene here Inside I see the immense existence Another massive passion within it Extreme lifelong passion deliverance But unlike the superior dreams bright There are those that fear envelopes inside The whistle blows letting you know time’s up You have entered the end of the bright side And darkness becomes all that you can see It radiates out from every corner I must find a way out, I must wake up That way I make sure it doesn’t bother The eventual dream mystifies me Always in the dark realm of the unknown I know sometimes I resist to dream then It comes to pass, I’m proud to dream what’s shown Russell Sivey

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Gravitation isn’t quite pulling down We seem to be floating in the thin air Wafting within the real unlisted heights Holding in most of the hopes and dreams there Opening my heart to time, comes the truth As high as we could go we fly beyond Listening to no-one but our own selves We hold only love, each and every sound The higher we go the more we can care Nothing seems to block our way up the sky Our hearts combine the strongest love on Earth Forming a love that no-one could deny
Russell Sivey

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Crimson Slippers

Opening the doors to the old studio I find A playful capriole sprinted across my mind Into a sashay and a glissade I drifted back I could hear the teachers stick go tap.tap.tap Once a prestigious ballet school of great poise Filled with music as our slippers sounded with noise The mirrors are cracked and the floors dusty Rain soaked wood left the room smelling musty The charm stayed behind as if waiting for me Spotlighting a ballerina to The goddess of the sea The young girl danced flawlessly then took a bow Then sashayed off the stage without a moistened brow An old battered piano appeared across from me Bearing red ballet shoes like a crimson canopy Charm embraced her while honoring her memory As I looked into the mirror I saw that girl was me Carole Cookie Arnold 2010

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Looking Out My Bedroom Window

Looking Out My Bedroom Window When I was young I dreamt of places to go. I looked out my window. I could swing or slide, Or climb the Mimoso How will I go? I looked out my window. I could walk or ride my bike, Or take a limo. Where will I go? I looked out my window. I could stay inside, Or follow where the rivers flow. Now I must go. I looked out my window. I will do as I like, My dreams will follow.

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Stone black is the park at will But cool is the night That gleams across a lone hill Oak decked in white With moistened twigs nearly bare Clinging the pond Windblown by misty air Tells me I am bound For one early morning rain Languid in repose Pounding on an incised pain Bench without a rose This heart trickles as it sits A throb that heaves For drenched flower that wilts Upon dark moon’s eaves Oh the park knows my longing Tasting all seasons That drape souvenirs’ mourning In rain and reasons ..... *inspired by the title of Lightfoot's song, "Early Morning Rain" by nette onclaud Francine Roberts’ Write Me a Lightfoot Poem

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Memories Beyond The Door

I am sure the verse of fear in writing Extreme sense of sadness lies in my dreams Memories seem to be locked deep inside I cry for the loss of my tender scenes My heartfelt dreams, those of powerful love Are also tucked away beyond any hope Any hope of getting them for feeling Making me try to understand and cope Pain’s so intense that I can’t remember The joys of life are gone with this disease My longtime memories are gone, I hurt I feel real terrible, it brought a tease I’ll never know the sure pleasures of life Like others who can see their past at will They’re lucky, even with bad memories All are hope for the future, loving still
Entered into Constance La France's "Memories Beyond The Door" contest 4/28/2013

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The Widow

The day came, he took him away, I just wanted to quit.
Too many dependent on me, I knew I had to get.
I am broken now, my role in life has changed.
Who am I, part of me will always be the same.

Life goes on day by day, sometimes it seems ok.
The children grown, but nothing seems to go our way.
Years pass but it seems we found no direction.
I am crumbling now, I find no strength or protection.

Aimlessly the life river seems to run.
Loosing grip in everything, it is coming undone.
The sky is so friged, so ridged and oh so grey.
There never was a promise that life would turn out ok.

There is  a reason given to all Seasons lived.
A force that will guide us, a lot of good to give.
Open the eyes and bring change to a new start.
Life will beat new emotion to a broken heart.

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Amidst their Wilderness of Blue

I remember the day as I stood on the pier
From beyond the point the trawler drew near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave in their quest to do

Berthing was simple as they had done so before
As I await in anticipation where the fish are stored
Basket after basket, many species graced with ice
Their quota now declared as they await the best price

Smiling faces now radiate all around
So successful from their new found fishing grounds
To their local they celebrate their catch
Back home safely in family attach

On this day as I stand on the pier
Beyond the point no trawler draws near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave, back on land worries grew

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Ugly Cat

                Ugly Cat

We have an ugly cat or it has us
That spends hours on a shelf along with dishes
Looks like it’s been run over by a bus
Did I mention it’s malicious? 

Kitty sits there with the plates in strict resistance                     
Thinking about how to become more cute             
It has no clue but contemplates existence
As we figure out its longitude and “attitude”

Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly
Not the case with this feline with its fatal flaws
It takes pride in being ugly
And with spare time, tearing curtains, climbing walls

We haven’t figured out the sex yet, of our pretty-less pet
Can’t get too near, it bites and claws our backs
It leaves wounds you won’t forget 
We’re not sure if it wears a dress or real fur of black

Ugly cat comes from a questionable lineage
We found it howling in an ally with no vitality
It stays with us, probably won’t reach old age
Lacking looks, will send it to an early grave, a feline fatality

10/08/14 Impress me with a poem (a poem, I haven't read yet) Poetry Contest

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Find your center

To wake with the sun, as it's rays touch Mother Earth
I give thanks for it warming this great land
and watch the beauty of a sunrise as mirth returns to earth
I hear birds announce this rebirth as if on command

I see happiness in all faces, while greeting the relations
as all work to prepare our lodge for a morning meal
A sample of foods taken from this land for our nation 
Give thanks and only take what's needed to feed and heal

Work for common good, while giving kindness and respect
to all beings of this land, as we greet them each day
Wolf, bird, fish, plant and man of this land all interconnect
for without this union, life would not greet this day

At days end, watching the sun retreat beyond the horizon
all life feeds and prepares for nights darkness to return
Relations gather, speak of the day and return of the bison  
A white bison's return is one of our lessons to learn

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Morning Glory

I awaken to a sunrise,
Blessed to see another day;
A praise of Hallelujah,
Are the words I kindly say

Many have gone before me,
Some never to see their birth;
I'm so thankful to be alive,
Once more I'll walk the earth

Morning brings its glory,
Glory strengthens me anew;
A brand new day to conquer,
God's light will see me through

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The Orchard In Fall

Once the pride of the family trust
The orchard is old and deserted now
In the fall I go to walk in its past
To its memory my heart does bow

Trees that once produced the fruit of life
Now in obscurity are dead or dying
Black branches brittle with old age
To produce beauty they are still trying

An apple, not grand as it once was
Struggles on a branch that still lives
I pick it and taste its sweetness
And treasure the succor it still gives

For Brian's FALL contest...

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Jesus gave His life for me,
So why shouldn't I do the same?
He took our hurt and misery;
Thank You Jesus for burdening my pain.

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Shadows, shadows, big or small, I see them all around
Kissed by the morning sun, they come out all over the ground
We seek shade in some of these shadows from rain and sun
Clouds make them disappear; they come out with the sun

These clouds are reflections, dark, they stand still, walk or run
They grow longer and deeper, the sun moves down the sky
Aiming to reach the evening sun, these shadows merge in darkness
Blessed by the sun, they lived long or short, their day is over

Come another day, new shadows spring with joy in all directions
Taken for granted these shadows, I find in them our reflections
Blessed by the God like the rising sun, we live to see our day
At our evenings, God takes us with Him; some other sees a new day

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One Way Road

Few obstacles, few stops
Just the road and me
The speed limit I decide
Feeling truly free

A one way road
Headed forward
No u-turns allowed 
And to reverse is unheard

Slow down now and then
Captured by the scenery
Maybe fall a hearts prisoner
Perhaps too far deep

A few thumps here and there
A pothole or two
Delayed-- a small problem
Move on and pull through

Sometimes a split pops up 
Few ways I can go
But can never turn back
Still a one way road

Places can seem familiar
Some may be the same
Took a wrong turn someplace
In this chancy judgment game

A tiring trip at times
Just want to take a rest
Or drive on with no more care
Not giving it my best

Itching to move on further
Get somewhere a little quicker
But can only go so fast
As I whine and bicker

Whether I like it or not
I'm always on the go
It's just the road and me
On my one way road

May 2010

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Life Is Strange

Life Is Strange

We don’t make a lot of money,
its okay, still getting by.
Taste of bitter with the honey,
life is funny, wonder why.

One day you have the spirit, hope’s
candle, a flame burning high,
all dazzled by the dangling ropes...
This strangled...innocence died.

Though rubbed and soothed, outlook remains
on guard with its shame for you...
‘cause twice is stupid without brains,
so the dreams are very few.

Now spirit seems to wax and wane
like tides on the drifting shore.
Weather marks leave an ugly stain.
a past that’s hard to ignore. 

Janet Vick

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A Daydream

Pensively, she lowers the book, gaze wandering
Daydreaming about this other time and place
A woman's tale of hardship and the courage to live
For her, poverty and sorrow now given a face

A genteel lady she, born to wealth and privilege
Never thinking of a life without these things
Now these words have brought a realization
That perhaps great wealth a responsibility brings

She turned to the piano and played a haunting tune
Still thinking of the figures in the pages of her book
A premonition of a change in her life to come
A book, a moment, and a woman's new outlook..

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                                               is when your laying 
                                              under a blanket,with 
                                              her and she rolls over,
                                                            unintentionally taking all------------------------>
                                             of the covers. Then you 
                                                 wake up shivering,
                                              looking at how snuggled  
                                            and warm she is. Then you 
                                               smile, shake your head
                                               and fall asleep, warm
                                                again. As if you were 
                                              under that blanket again,
                                                       that's love.

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In the Mist

Mist, envelopes the dark water’s sharp edge Developed sipping the waves of dimness Triumphant droplets carry forth in pride Over the hardships of combined starkness Sojourn the time has become real in might Shortly in the mind’s eye, it cannot see The dark realm beyond is what it is, dark Because the mist has become nothing free Corrupted the light has started to change The only small amount of light left bends And darkness covers all around this realm I am stuck now here, until light amends I lose the strength to stand up any more I fall to the depths of the frozen Earth Rolling through the mist I hope to escape Never do I find it, couldn’t find mirth May times empty chasm lift me again Out of this terror hole I fell into May the colors come alive once again Lifting veil of darkness, making it true Russell Sivey

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Inhale, Exhale, Eyes Closed

Cleansing breath
Clearing mind
Start out fresh
Leave all behind

Inhale till I'm full
Exhale to be empty
Close eyes to be clear
Get rid of all memory

Inhale, exhale, eyes closed
I wait to feel relief
But my chest feels worse
And sights begin to haunt me

Congested, I can't breathe
Like I haven't ever exhaled
Or my heart has clogged
And my lungs have failed

At war in darkness
Open eyes brought more peace
Like a movie put on inside
"The Life and Death of Me"

I take off in attempt
Foot in front of foot
Forward in escape
But ahead of me it stood

I wake up from a blackout
Open eyes to see defeat
I guess I'd have to face it sometime
So I'll take a front row seat

May 2010

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A Shooting Star

Is it real or is it magic This streak across the sky Is its just for our delight If so, I must wonder why Is there a hidden world Far beyond our mortal eyes The shooting star a symbol That it can be beautiful to die

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Alone And Blue

The wind whispers through the night
Cool against the mist on my skin
A neon sign that reads "Motel" lights my way
Hundreds more have lit where I've been

This night isn't unlike countless before
Walking endlessly with nowhere to go
I pass a drunk in a doorway
And think "now there's something I know"

All I own is here on my back
And the memories I have of you
Lost everything when you left
Now I walk Alone and Blue

Alone and Blue
Living with memories of you
Alone and Blue
What the hell am I going to do

Alone and Blue
No matter how hard I try
Alone and Blue
You never even told me why

Sometimes I wish it would all end
All the pain and suffering gone
Putting my weary mind at ease
My soul could then carry on

But until then I walk through the mist
That rides upon the whispering winds
And go on hearing your voice
My sanity... I try to defend

Alone and Blue
Living with memories of you
Alone and Blue
Are you lonely too??

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She walked and talked in a world called theirs
Worries she had with her earthly cares
Found near Hadar, this specimen of old
A lady from our past, lying stone cold

She walked her lands amidst horses so small
In the Awash Valley where trees were so tall
Naked to bare, all her kin were the same
In a land so different, to she not strange

What would she be seeing if we could see through her eyes
Would there be hate and hurt and a typical despise
Maternal and loving we can only assume
In the valley where she lived, we have the same front room

And just as we, she was born to die
Evolutionary in exist, below the same blue skies
She walked and talked in a world called theirs
Worries she had with her different cares

This lady I talk of, Lucy we have named
From our past she existed, with a different fame
She was the oldest of us ever found
Lying stone cold on earths ancient ground

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wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word

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Love's Magic

I don’t think it’s foolish,
Simple-minded, silly, whimsical,
Naïve, and/or childish
To believe that love is magical.

So-called experts offer
No scientific explanations
That any would prefer.
Love wordlessly defies summation.

You know that I love you,
But that is so hard to quantify;
And I am loved by you--
I don’t need to know a reason why.

Some believe in magic.
Most believe in something up above.
Wouldn’t life be tragic,
If we all stopped believing in love?!

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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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Nude and Open

My friend wants me to bare
All that's contained within__nude
Emotions covered for at least a decade__maybe more
He wants emotions to protrude

Like a compound fracture of the femur
Bone sticking out__ghastly
How could anyone want that
Horror pouring out for them to see

Must be a little mixed up themselves
Or maybe they like the gorey side of life
Where all is drama__a real bad scene
No__that is not for me__no can't be

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For K.U.

Basketball - watch them go!
Zipping around to and fro
See the basketball meet net
K.U.'s going to win I bet!

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Flowers of Good

There is a symbolic intrinsic phase Where the fairies cover within the field Dancing flowers, where they flutter about Seemingly to transverse through books that yield These are flowers of good, quite the great speak Blooms made by hearts of joyful intercourse Aligned by perfected colorized glow Complacent by the now, due in their course This green world in which we live in so filled Brought upon us a sense of the fairies Where we try to work with their heartfelt sighs Our great interest comes from our diaries Flowers of good that influences now Powers unlike any we’ve instilled before Feeling their infallible grace upon That we could surely never reach much more
Russell Sivey

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A New Day is Born

Another evening disappears into the past My world still revolves, my life still a blast For tomorrow I'll awake and witness another dawn Not everyone gets a chance to see a new day born <*>

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Within a Storm

A small tree, quite old, sits near the harbor Where the water swooshes into the rocks A real dark blue, near black, color exists A murky flow hits hard there by the docks The wind picks up, a storm is on the way Tree bends but surely refuses to break The sound becomes deafening with the waves Even by the beach the water does rake Past the beach is a lovely green pasture Wild flowers blooming here and there, softly Brings the feeling of peace before the storm Lifting wind displays its power greatly In the horizon deep into the sea The lightning flashes and thunder crashes Brings the storm on its heels, moving briskly I run to take cover from its thrashes The storm comes, a mega-powerful force Wind blows greatly, moving water fiercely All the flowers in the field hold their ground Just as it came in fast, it leaves quickly I’m free from the grasp of nature’s fury Free to enjoy calmer waters once more Air has a crisp, cool feelings all about I revisit the small tree that’s now sore
Russell Sivey Contest: Surprise me Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto 7/25/2013

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Midnight Train

Train whistle blows as it leaves the tunnel A zipping train that escapes the loud sound Above the tracks in the sky is the moon The midnight train moves swiftly to astound Through the mountain the train roars its engines With the moon supporting its light above Stars increase the nostalgia of the ride Riding in the train has intrigue thereof Twin lights beam out from the mighty engine Black as night the train cruises, it does thrive The whistle rings out again, bringing calm Peace enters my soul and keeps me alive
Russell Sivey Contest: any poem under 15 lines Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A 8/1/2013

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The Heart Of The Ocean

You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.

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Elemental Concerns (Revised)

Grassy plains and fields were blanketed by tar
Paved parking lots for vacant malls take their toll
Abuse of resources was taken too far
Ash spews from volcanoes, earthquakes on a roll

Brisk breezes bring relief; sultry, summer days
Be grateful as gentle gusts grace our land
When hurricane winds whip fiercely, homes are razed
An omen we’ve been chastised by nature’s hand

Fire provides comfort on chilly winter nights
But the explosion over Hiroshima
Demonstrates man’s abuse of the atom’s might
Keeping fire, emotions reigned, the dilemma

Water gave birth to our planet’s first life forms
Pollution, man-made disasters now rampant
Sea life endangered as ocean water warms
To preserve them, efforts must be diligent

Though elements withstand ravages of time
Diminishing resources reflect man’s crimes

*For Barbara Gorelick's Earth, Wind, Fire and Water challenge

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Autumn Years

In the Autumn of my years
reflection rules my day
winding paths of memories
with stops along the way

Pausing at the forks again
examining the choice
Changes I would surely make
and even raise my voice

Funny how we clearly see
when looking from behind
It all seems so predictable
yes each and every time

What will Winter years be like 
when looking back again?
I Hope that I can leave in peace
surrounded by my friends

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There are many things that get to me.
I don't just have one channel;
Like the feel of silk against my skin,
Or soft, warm cotton flannel.

I love to go out riding,
Through the woods and fields, past streams.
I love the smell of mountain air,
And the sound of an eagle's scream,

As he soars above the peaks,
Amid the craggy splendor,
Of the cliffs where eaglets nest,
Safe from things that hinder.

I love the feel of sunshine,
'Pon my face, shoulders and back,
As it's warmth seeps deep inside my bones,
As I lie in the sun and nap.

I love the sound of birdsong,
And the rain upon my roof,
The sound the the wind makes 'round the eaves,
And the lonely call of the wolf.

So many things can speak to me,
If I am wont to hear it;
Things that calm and soothe me,
It's like music to my spirit.

For WHAT TURNS YOU ON Contest by Frank H.

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My 77th Birthday

As I close in rapidly on my 77th birthday
I reflect on what's happened in my life
Sometimes filled with joy and fulfillment
At times with heartache and strife

Eternally grateful for each moment I've spent
On this wonderful ride through the years
Couldn't have asked for a more exciting journey
Mixed with laughter and my share of tears

Though I don't own a rich villa in Spain
Wouldn't change things for a million bucks
Surrounded by friends and all my loved ones
I've had more than my share of good luck

So I owe a debt of gratitude to the folks
Whose paths crossed mine through the years
A great big thanks and many good wishes
These are memories I'll always hold dear

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Song To Mother Earth

Mother Earth spinning on your centre
while revolving around Father Sun
making day and night on your surface
and the different seasons every one  

Your flesh provides the vital substance
on which trees, plants and grasses feed
and become food for birds and animals
who partake of them as they need

Some of those birds and animals 
feed others higher in the food chain
and become part of the eco cycle
which continues full circle again

All living things decay when they die
and return to you dearest mother 
to become substance that feeds plant life
and start off a new eco chapter 

Rain and snow from the sky bring water
that feeds the lakes, seas and rivers
which have a food chain of their own
among all their different creatures

Water from the sea becomes vapour
and rises as a cloud formation 
which precipitates as rain and snow
and water after condensation

Sun and Earth combine in harmony
doing so since before our birth
Thank you for feeding all living things
Our dearest blessed Mother Earth

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Hey Kid, Who did you say was Old

When I was a boy of three,
My sister much older than me
Raced me to the teen-age stage
Where we seemed about the same age.

We knew that folks of thirty
Were way over the hill
And their greatest thrill
Was to sit back and relax
While teen-agers furnished them facts.

But when we reached thirty,
Filled with awe, we foresaw,
That thirty was grace to behold,
And knew in our soul
Folks of fifty were hopelessly old!

But in our fifties we grabbed what we said,
And pushed “old age” way up ahead.
And at sixty we did the same.
Age was just a game not to disclaim.

In our seventies we slowed just a bit
But were still not ready to quit.
And now as octogenarians,
We breeze through museums and aquariums.

With many things to learn
While we have energy still to burn.
So youngsters don’t fret,
Old, we ain’t—not yet!

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Thank You Lofty Hearts

There have always been those with lofty aspirations, And then, there are those with the more lofty hearts. The first may seek to build with donations, But the second will dig in to do their part. Lofty hearts will help their neighbors. They will be there for moral support. They will always bend to do the labor, That will cut the time of need, to short. They are careful to nurture the elderly, Then so very protective of the young. They handle emergencies so expertly, As their song so often goes unsung. But a thank you is always in order, If we would only open our eyes. For as they dissipate the disorder, They bring thankful tears to the souls who cried. Thank you for your heart Thank you for easing the pain. And Thank You for easing those cries, With the hope and love that your lofty heart contains. Dedicated to my fathers neighbors Judy and John Who were the first responders to help save him from the dark.

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Beauty of Dreams

Alleviate painful images here Special box of dreams in a whole new world Time doesn’t move along, it seems to stop Dreams run supreme, anything else gets hurled Weird and strange things seem to rule in dreamland Only what you make true is prevalent You design your dreams uniquely at night It moves dynamically, it’s solvent Beauty is in our eyes brought on by dreams We signify this realm through our minds eye No craziness that can’t be described here Dreams bring life to darkness, you can’t deny Overhead is the dream of hope and peace Like a brush with love on the endless path You open your heart and let dreams on in You never understand any dreams wrath Possibly night reaches deep in your head And begins to paint a lovely picture Dreams hollow darkness out brings in some light And life seems to grow from dream’s sound fixture
Russell Sivey

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Who now? In spite of money
Seeks truth in bending branches?
And skips along the perilous path
In forests filled with riches?

Said I to the toad, who blocks my path
“Does life require a fortune?”
‘It depends” said she, with thoughtful mirth
“Which song you sing on your sojourn?”

"Shall it be gay and filled with fruit
Of every delight and blush?
Or simply a tune, you picked up in school
That leaves you breathless, but flush!"

© All Rights Reserved

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Love Is

Love is a splendor
But what makes it better is that you remember
The good along with the bad is to be rendered
Like a shard in our hearts from a splinter
Love is a beauty
To keep it up and looking good is a duty
And always seem to come apart when treated loosely
Take control of my soul please use me
Love is a lily
Much too important to compare to something bitty
No, love is a prosperous city
Love is life and life is for the living
Just what you are
Love is a river
And it flows and of life it is a giver
And it grows into something much bigger
When it slows it no longer flows hither
Love is a natural
There is no where to run love is after you
Just to get you to the floor love will tackle you
Bleed you until there's nothing left love will baffle you
Love is a beauty
From inside through your eyes shines truly
Beautiful light from your eyes shines through me
From time I've come to find what love is to me
Just what you are

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Listen to the Stars

At night I like to listen to the stars They are like millions of tinging pieces Their sound beautifully formulated I listen to their sound enhanced thesis Ping a ting a ling all around the air A lofty feel they each bring in the night Such a soothing sound to my tender ear Complimented only by their small light As the stars make their glorious music Orchestrated by the wee-tiny bells Softly they harmoniously align And create a song deep within the dells At night I like to listen to the stars They are like millions of peeling pieces Their sound beautifully formulated I listen to their sound enhanced reaches
Russell Sivey Contest: Bringin' in the Stars; Sponsor: POETESS DARKLY 4/25/2013

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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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Amid disdain of society’s mask That curse of age questioned like it was dearth We hide real image, afraid to be asked Allowing fashion to control our worth. Youth’s potion sells high on retail market Fools we are, wasting hours for vain signs, Defying true beauty to walk the red carpet Instead of giving love to life that shines. So what if few laugh lines are more cherished Age is a treasure relishing more thrills, Exploring new joys ripened to nourish The raw passion raging through seasons’ chills. What's facelifts for when heart can wonder How to fight for a cause and seize new dreams, When bold trials are baked in fire’s hunger Chasing stars at thirty, ready to steam! Nancy Jones' Contest: This is How Life Feels When You Get to Be My Age

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"Hope" - A Star For Me

When parents don't have a choice and die
And all alone survive the loss
As I lie down to sleep at night 
They send in dreams... A Star For Me...

When Motherhood gets disappointing
And all alone survive the loss
I borrow scissors from my heart
With trembling hands I cut... A Star For Me

When trains don't stop and soul mate's gone
And all alone survive the loss
I row my boat on lakes with moons,
I jump and catch reflections of... A Star For Me

When I am old, and years fly by
And all alone survive the loss
I won't be sad, would even smile
As I lie down, a final sight... 
                                  ...A Star For Me...               

For John Heck's Contest "Blink"         

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Reflections Epode - TROCHEE

music's turning little dance								                     sing the sonettos 										          cabriole a turning stance										          ballerina's toe	                                                                                                                              ~												               tops cheval bureau a glance								           songs of little strophe    											 on look the spiraling chance									          day dreams étoile's soul                                                                											

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I can not believe her,
As there alone she sits
Eyes scrutinizing everyone
Moisture on her lips
Her face as hard as iron
Beneath the caked on artifice
She need rely on no one
She is no longer nice

Her very core is blackened
Her eyes, they will not see
The despair that she portrays
As she shuns her purity
A commodity, not a woman
It what she has become
Her only aim survival
A foil for someone's fun

She's just a vacant vessel
To be used again and again
If lucky with affection
Sometimes with numbing pain
Oh, if only someone had loved her
If only someone had cared
Oh poor ravaged face once beautiful
How badly you have fared

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The sty in my eye is throbbing
Keeping my thoughts away from this
The ache in my toes is increasing
So I believe there’s something amiss
The pain feels great, though, in contrast
To what I’ve experienced before
I cannot wish this all away
Because I’ve already closed the door
Breathe slower, run faster, run longer
I close my eyes for a moment or two
As I feel the wind upon my face
I don’t think to keep going, I just do.
Dogs somewhere are barking
A rooster now belts his morning song
A rainbow is in the sky beside me
I wonder if it’s been there all along
For though my breathing is ragged
And the sweat runs down my neck
I know that I’m in complete control,
I keep my own life in check.
The sky now shows its true colors
The sun rises as I slow to a walk
 I Breathe and let my heart recover
As the robins begin their talk.

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The Brick Path

Down the torturous path lies a brick path It’s dismal, with only the moon for guide It’s not possible to walk without fear All you want to do is go run and hide The darkness eats you up thus bringing tears Pain is, suffice to say, sure terrible You walk onward, slowly as not to scare Just a little wind would hurt horrible You then make it to the end of the path You start to jump for some pure excitement And the wind stirs the trees frightening you You run to your house with bewilderment You sit in your house, breathing heavily Knowing you made it through the devil’s path Where evil resides, looks for anyone But you escaped the devil’s hurtful wrath
Russell Sivey

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Two Predators

A world within a world
Beneath the deep blue sea,
Diverse ecosystems.
God organized a mystery.

An ocean of stored water,
Recycles through the air.
Worlds apart, together,
Thriving without a care.

Rain to drop upon the earth,
As man and fish survive.
Evaporates, falls fresh again.
All glad to be alive.

Amid the food chain life goes on.
Automatically –
The natural world where life did spawn,
Continues genetically.

Eons passed, extinctions came.
Mankind thrived, explored.
Face to face, though not the same.
Two predators watch…in accord.

© May 25, 2011

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I can't help it but look at the clock, 
It is time for me  to move on for the day, 
And do so many more things around here, 
Because time never stop for me and you. 

Since we wake up till we all go to sleep, 
Time advances silently, and  endlessly, 
And we all need to get our breath,sometimes, 
But time was designed for God, to go on eternally. 

At least,on this earthly sod will end sometimes,we all know, 
But time will go on for others,for sure after we're gone,and in spite 
Of all, and even if life finishes here,still time will go on and on, 
And those left behind will have to deal still, with life and time,thats right! 

Time is ticking in every working clock all the time, 
So take your time for everything you need to do, 
But,please remember to take time for rest to, 
And with family and friends spend some of it too... 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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Tranquil World

A house sits near a calm inspiring pond A peacefulness exists outside the home As I walk I can see the white shutters There’s beauty that I love as I go roam There is smoke coming out of the chimney The door, open, allowing people in The trees sure have the budding of green leaves This is a tranquil world that does begin The path carries me beyond this grand sight I no longer see the lovely home there The smoke is seen just over the large trees The lake is gone, but there's joy in the air Still there’s an aura of the calm and peace I feel it there in my heart with each step This sight will always stay deep within me I feel the heart and love with each footstep Russell Sivey

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Making Conversation

I struggle with conversation,
what to say I'm never sure
and after introductions
I can't think of any more!

A comment on the weather,
'it's cold for the time of year'
or 'how's work going at the moment?'
is all I can manage I fear.

I'm not one for idle chatter,
don't seem to have the knack,
to engage in conversation
with small talk I do lack.

The thought of talking scares me
nerves turn my mind to mush!
I obviously need more practice
but it's been easier just to hush!

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Portrait of a Man

The man examines his portrait painted by life
The life he lead, desires dulled, so much strife
A wanton spirit crying out, needing to be caressed
A disillusioned life, little remains to feel blessed.

His dream to carve memorials in stones
Poetry his hearts desire, deep within his bones
Waiting, but for what, that he never knew
Until his heart was pierced and his melancholy slew.

A meaning now he found to put his chisel in hand
To carve a stone of life, now inspired and not bland 
A battle before he was unwilling to get up and fight for
Poetry flowing through his veins, he needed to pen forever more.

Pen words of love, words of desire of flowers not yet smelt
Words of wisdom, words of hope, feelings not yet felt
The toxic waste, the dregs of life abandoned and now gone
With words of love, ruby red lips, kissed away everyone.

Hope rages and surges through once clogged arteries  
The disillusioned man now gets up from bended knees
No need to beg for the entrails of love never shown
The piercing freeing his heart when the arrow struck home.

Love abounds freely given just there waiting for his grasp
A love true, a deep love, and a love that er will last.
He got up and with love and understanding he started to build
His soul now cleansed with a love so strong and his heart filled.

© ~GG~08 03 2013

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Doctor Them

       Doctor Them  
Dr. Them and himself remind us 
There is no cure for life or after life
They give their assurance without playing with themselves
It is only the here and now that counts

Doctor has a dual personality of balanced size
To help keep you alive, so do comply, happy side by side
Turn over your wallet so you don’t expire
Not for any other reason, but medical, of course

The need to visit golf courses is purely coincidental
If you give us your insurance card we’ll throw in dental
With multiple personalities we need more fees now and then
New pools and houses would please us to no end

Dr. Them says; for all things medical, medieval or stormy
Take 2 aspirin and call him in the morning, (which him is up to you)
Accordingly, they will tell you about storm warnings you can use
If you call him or them a meteorologist, that will be billed too 

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Decimal Point

 Its just a small mark on a page
 A speck, a period, a black dot
 But it wields inordinate power
 No matter if we like it or not....

We're  taught its really a place holder
It can determine a little or a lot
A single dime can turn into10 bucks
With a flick in just the right spot....

Careers have been made with the dot
Some people study on just  how to use
Years spent making marks on a page
Its a wonder their mind they don't lose....

To separate their cents from a dollar
Some countries use the old comma 
If it works , I say just go for it
I don't get all the decimal drama......

So if you think this dot unimportant
Nothing much to rattle your brain
Just make a mistake in your banking
And see your fortune go down the drain....

For the POINT contest...

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I have a Secret

I have a secret, the changing of time Affects me sublime, and opens me to The changing of blue to this lovely sign Of which I divine, the moon shines all through The fog entered into, each step I’m blind I reach every kind, the walkway is straight With fall leaves debate, I surely don’t mind I walk on them to grind, moon won’t abate The darkness all around depresses me I can sure see by the sound of the moon Not a flower to bloom, must be empty While it won’t be grumpy, surely too soon I don’t find a regret, where the power Resides in a tower, while it ensues I can’t breathe in the blue, it does shower Moon’s a ray of dower, just what we choose The land isn’t sound proof, is carries here The crickets do sheer, and cross barriers The gut can’t feel emptier, there’s no fear I grasp the fog’s tear, it cuts like daggers
Russell Sivey Contest: poems of secrets!!! shh!!! Sponsor: SKAT - O.D
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Falling of the Edge of the World

I travelled into my thoughts
To somewhere I've never been
The horrors that awaited me
Took me to our human extreme

I cried when I looked through
The windows of our past
And marvelled at what she gave us
I was left in total aghast

In the year two thousand and six
Seven hundred and eighty four
That graced the lands we borrow
Were shown the extinction door

The Tasmanian Devil never nasty
To the Wolves that roamed Alba's land
The Dodo so strange a bird
Were in natures future plans

Twenty eleven now awaits us
Whilst us humans continually strive
Nine hundred and five is now the total
That will never be found alive

Us humans, before we go to sleep
Their falling of the edge of the world
But hey! we'll never change
We're ignorant, and incredibly absurd

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New hope at dawn

The soft light of the morning sun
Has ended the moonless nightspan
There is no worries to be had
yesterday's wars no more at hand.

I stand in the new dawn's birthlife 
With the clarity of your grace
Within the fibers of my life
The future's taken a new face.

It is no longer sad and gray
Gone are the clouds of rain and grail
It is no longer the shade of black
For the night's hopelessness has failed.

My heart has turned up a beat
As you have come across my way
Let this new delight our soul seal
That we walk hand in hand always.

By CarolineCecile
copyright © 08.07.11

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Shallow Water

Waterfall seems to be the major sight Perfect view from where I stand over here Water is a teal blue, so beautiful And there is a white foam as not to scare Within the water are small fish around There are some great red ones and orange ones They flutter, not caring that you are there It makes me want to live here, it beckons The water is cool but not quite so cold Allowing me to just get in barefoot It flows nicely after the waterfall The sound is soothing, and is underfoot Being out with nature just feels so good A great beauty that I will always keep The colors of the stone is surely grey But other colors infuse during sleep
Russell Sivey

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A Warm Cozy Sweater

The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater

Rainy days can't even bring down my spirits
I'm meant to live life on a high
I see nothing but positive signs every day
Of love and bright sunny skies

This can't be true, I've heard people say
One can't be upbeat every day
Once in a while, there gotta be sad things
You encounter along the way

Of course they're right, but the difference is
I don't let them get me down
They are all a part of this thing we call living
It's my choice to smile not frown

The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater

@Jack Ellison 2012

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Zephyr Of Spring

Spring's yellow-green heart shaped tender leaves blown
Spring's zephyr winds tossed new leaves to and fro
Quickly from hidden laden buds now grown
Absorbing sunlight, spring's green soon to go

Rabbits now from their cozy burrow run
Hop, jump enjoy green tender shoots of grass
While lazily basking in morning sun
Then in late afternoon hide as clouds amass

As the twilight cast its eerie shadow
The sleeping birds roost in their summer nest
Sleepily fawn_doe in lush green meadow
Darkness of night with shadows now brings rest

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Dust in the Website

Cobwebs catching settling dust,
they save me much work.
Machinery showing rust, 
a colorful quirk.

It’s all a total must. 
It’s part of what is.
like a pie with a crust,
a soda with fizz.

One shouldn’t sweat the small stuff,
like a dust bunny under the bed,
or a golf ball in the rough.
They’re just cobwebs in one's head.

Cobwebs and Dust theme
written 3/21/2012
for Francine Robert's contest.

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Echoes of the Heart

Her eyes are a sparkling dew inspired shade So blue they mist with a passionate side They stare with a loving glace on my face Gorgeous, tender eyes, ones that come and slide She looks at my body, a lustful sight Brings my heart to a boil all sinful like The love we have is our stare together Our passion is smart, two as one alike There’s an alarming feeling of grandeur Kindness is a part of our lives so free Romanticism brings delight to mind Our sweet hearts are bringing intimacy We hold hands together, symbol of love Our kiss is fire, a mission of passion Intrigue finds its way back into our hearts Returning a love which is for certain
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "Echoes Of The Heart" contest 3/25/2013

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Not All Knowledge Is Power

Is't sweeter to find an expected dagger
Than an unexpected daffodil?
To be right and find your apple pie stolen
Than find one left for you upon the sill?
If knowledge grants a sovereign power
Its symbol must be yin and yang
For on a peg of hopeless hopes
Is not where our happiness should hang
The farmer who plants a rotten seed
Must reap a venom crop
Some men who live on lesser grains and envy greens
Can find it difficult to stop
Is one's one-day rest too restive
Or one's six-day sweat too sweat
That a surprise sun-kissed baptismal rain
Should not inspire a gladder beat?
Look to the inkdrop atomic ant
No insurance against acts of man
But he lives, loves, and toils in every step
Do you not think we can?

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The Dance

Life is a dance As we glide through time With only one partner Or many in line It may be a waltz The mood is subdued Beauty of movement Two hearts are in tune It could be the tango Latin rhythms reign Both you and your partner Your passions aflame The mood of the moment Dictates how we choose Jitterbug, twist Or you're dancing the blues Life is a dance Through good times and bad Be thankful my friends If your heart's filled with glad © Jack Ellison 2014

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In a Perfect World

In a perfect world there would be no pain.
Sorrow would vanish in the gentle rain.
Emotions unfold with every thought,
Just to be happy with what you have got.

In a perfect world the sun would shine bright.
Dark clouds would be nowhere in sight.
The stars would pierce the darkest night,
Dream would appear, just take flight.

In a perfect world there would be no need.
Something would grow from every seed.
The more planted, the more could grow,
You could learn with still more to know.

In a perfect world there would be no regret.
Nothing to remember, so no need to forget.
We would see things as they truly are,
There wouldn’t be a distance that was too far.

In a perfect world I would know what to do.
But at this moment, I barely get through.
Emotions still unfold with every thought,
I see what is, and dream for what’s not.

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Glitz Glam

In the world of glitz and glam 
Allured she was to it's shine
Seeing dollar signs and adventure
To become a different kind

She knew the door she was going through
For in media spread it tells
To ignore it's hidden obstacles
And it's abyss of darkened hells

The photographers leer surely professional
Capturing an innocent in her pose
Cogs turning in his background
As his willingness in him grows

A click, the shutter, then charm
As he instructs her every move
Closer he becomes to the intended
His needle to be in her groove

As she lies there spent and used
Like so many in past years before
Distraught, fading dollar signs
Saying goodbye from the glitz glam floor

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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

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Amazing love  begs perception,
wide the fields' uncertainty,
deep the valleys of depression,
Why me, Lord, why tragedy?

When difficulties we embrace,
is accident on purpose?
Seeds produced by misfortune's grace
lie just below the surface.

Roots of hope with blooms that rally
smother buds of pain and doubt.
These are lilies of the valley
turning breakdowns wrong side out.

Trust becomes our rose of Sharon
that is stayed by sacred sheath.
Watch the maze of weeds turn barren
as raring love springs thru the heath.

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Ocean Friend

Tonight I drove down to the coast
to soothe my troubled mind
The ocean always speaks to me
with wisdom so sublime 

I found a place all by myself
and looked out to the sea
The memories of a thousand days
all gathered here for me

The ocean sounds they never fail
to take me far away
The breeze so gentle on my face
I love the ocean spray

The sand becomes my bed tonight
the waters cover me
The moon looks down from up above
my mind is trouble free

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I hope I didn’t lose respect From any person who did read Of my hopeless nightmare impact A horrible day shown indeed Please understand I didn’t mean Terrible life implications It may show that I am unseen Worthless being indications But I tried to do what was right I lose, no matter how I look But please do not hate me tonight For I did suffer as I hurt She did do this to me that day I don’t lie just for attention It happened just as I did say The nightmare keeps its retention I hope I didn’t lose respect For telling my day of terror I’m not weak though as you inspect It seems I am just in horror Maybe telling my day of fright Just wasn’t the best thing to do Sat in tears when I wrote that night Telling of my nightmare to you I hope I didn’t lose respect From all you precious friends out there I meant well, tried not to infect Wanted you to see I do care
Russell Sivey

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My Pain

I feel the blinding pain inside,
It rips my soul in two;
No matter how I try to hide,
My growing pain from you…

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Moon's Reflection

Light of the moon reflects in the water Its bare ecstasy rules the wet surface Holding the sight in my eyes now I glow Glowing with radiance of the night face I feel the powers of the risqué moon The blue nature of the moon bleeds on out Showing peace and the cool disposition And the pool of water shows all about Showers of the bright light surely calms me Brings me to high planes of relaxation No connotation’s better than passion There’s only one moon with its reflection
Russell Sivey Entrant into Poet Destroyer A's "any poem about the moon or ocean- old/new poems" contest 3/3/2013

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Deafening Silence

Devoted to those poor lost souls. I'm bombarded with a deafening silence As I sit here alone in my room Thinking of how my life might have been Encased in this dark dismal tomb I once had it all or so I had thought I walked with a confident air But fate intervened and changed everything I'm now travelling this road of despair My closest friend is this bottle of whiskey The relief I get from the pain Of a lifetime of utter sadness and sorrow When I dream we're together again If only my words could convince you my love But they just seem so hollow and trite It appears so hopelessly futile to me As I lay awake lamenting each night So I guess I'll go back to my bottle of booze And the only true friend I've had I'll think of how things might have been Bombarded by thoughts so sad © Jack Ellison 2013

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Seeing with new eyes

The sun comes up and it’s time to go
The more I learn the less I know
The sky is so blue and in the middle is the moon
 It seems as if the sun has made some room.

I find it strange to see the moon in the light
When I think of the moon it’s shining bright at night
Maybe the day and the night have become one
 I open my eyes wide to view what is to come.

The day seems special yet like any other
Things I saw before I seem to rediscover
They are different yet quite the same
 Just another day, Wednesday by name.

I get in my car for I have to go to the city
The visual outside my window is so pretty
The colors are so vivid they cry out we’re alive
I seem to find peace on this very long drive…

I pick up my friend and we start our trip back
 I see all that I have and not what I lack
We talk of life and how the world is changing
 Though it seems quite the same just a little rearranging.

I arrive at home it’s been a long day
 All of the pieces just fit today
Everything around me joined together
I floated through much like a feather.

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The Beat Goes On

Grandma was German raised to value beauty,
her art found in nature the flowers and the trees. 
Grandpa, a Wentworth, from an English family
whose Great Grand sailed the Mayflower, across the sea.

In the time of William Morris, when craft was art,
Great Granddad was a shipwright that's how we got our start.
So, we valued craft and beauty and adventure charted. 
Through tough times, poverty, still wisdom was imparted. 

Born in a place of splendor miles from the bay, 
Mom was raised on the poetry of Edna Millay.
I was born there to and in the woods I played
amongst maidenhair ferns and violets unafraid. 

In art born, with brush and pen, often did I write,
raised on Lord Tennyson to great my delight.
And, I adored the architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright
how he blended craftsmanship into each homesite.

Schooled in modern art Warhol and Mies Van De Rhoe,
my mind opened blooming to many new tableaus.
All my contemporaries were part of art neuvau.
Each masterly artisan's work helped me to grow

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Forever On The Run

The river that I ride upon in my beleaguered boat,
Is filled with rancid artifacts that slid from dreams remote.
Directionless I roam alone within my dreamy sores,
While honesty of destiny leaks from my putrid pores. 

A traitor to my trade I made escape from mother ship,
So far from that flotilla that just hugged me at the hip,
And now I float in this small boat and slowly make my way
Yet overwhelmed by sense of need to flee this place today. 

And soon I heard the sound of this extraordinary stream,
As if a great leviathan had beckoned me in dream
To join the bitter mystery I find inside my rum,
Where monsters guard the traitors who are stricken deaf and dumb. 

In isolation for my life but free of Mistress Seas,
I claim this land so strange as I sink roots like mighty trees
Then say a prayer in gratitude for this new land I've found
And plant the seeds of sustenance where my new life is bound.

A man forever on the run from what was once his love,
Unique and true believer in these signs sent from above. 
A traitor to his ship and mates yet free to be his own
Until the spill of treachery pours forth from out of bone. 

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I can't cry anymore

I always thought if I had more time,
I could figure it out and be just fine.
Everything disappears and I’m not sure,
One thing is certain I can’t cry anymore.

Tears of sorrow leave me full of doubt,
Voices join anger and turn into shouts.
I’m not certain how much I can endure,
One thing is certain I can’t cry anymore.

The sun comes up I escape the night,
Darkness parts gives way to daylight.
I pick up the pieces from off of the floor,
One thing is certain I can’t cry anymore.

I don’t know where to go I just do,
I get entangled in all I’ve been through.
I wash up on some distant shore,
One thing is certain I can’t cry anymore.

Some things come while others go,
What comes next I really don’t know.
Still I can’t wait to see what’s in store,
One thing is certain I can’t cry anymore.

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Have you ever reached meltdown?
When the world seems to sit on you
Not just with the big things
But all the tiny little thing too.

When everyone takes a piece of you
But never gives one back
They treat you like a jigsaw
And take all the pieces that are flat.

Once they take your frame and strength
It leaves you feeling weak
But they never think of helping
You are there for them to seek.

They want to cry on your shoulder
They want you to wipe away their tears
But sometimes they have taken 
Your empathy and passed on to you their fears.

In times like this we need a friend
One that will not let us down
I am happy to say I have found one
He is my king and deserves a crown.

So to all that need a piece of me
Come take it one and all
I have had my strength renewed
Now I know I will not fall

© ~GG~19/12/2012

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What Happened?

In high school did I die?
Oh but to give life a try!
Is it all part of God's dream?
Or should I just croak or scream!

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Winter Be Gone

The green buds burst forth on the stem
Open gently breathe, as life returns again
Pressing forth, drinking the new days light
The sun returns from its winter flight

The leaves open and spread their charms
As a lover opens wide her arms
Taking the inquisitive honey bee
To pollinate and set fruit on the tree.

To watch it blossom, bloom and grow
Give thanks to God and let him know
Gratitude for his creation grand
The breath of life, the guiding hand

His words are written a guide to all
Help us live, lift us when we fall
From the start of his creation true
Give thanks to him that’s where it's due.

From Genesis through to Revelation
His scriptures a guide to his creation
The gospels tell of his loving son
Whose gave his life for everyone.

Spring returns to our hemisphere
Let’s give thanks to him that we are here.
As the days lengthen we all say ‘Come on’
Welcome to spring and winter be gone.

© 20/01/2103~GG~

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Last Night While Asleep

Last night while asleep my heart kept beating.
Life-blood through arteries with veins repeating.
Five quarts of blood in twenty-three seconds,
Circulating through me—my body beckons.

Last night while asleep, my body at rest,
Drained poison my bloodstream possessed.
Carbon dioxide, by oxygen replaced.
Lungs cleansing while breathing kept pace.

The nervous system, while I'm unaware,
Was busy playing neuro-solitaire.
Body repairing, last night while asleep.
Preparing for appointments to keep.

How does this happen? And who gives command?
We are complex--our bodies well planned.
Our blessed Creator keeps us through the night.
To arise and start another day off right. 

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Talk to you

Life goes by at the speed of sound,
My head’s in the clouds, my feet on the ground.
Sometimes I’m lost and don’t know what to do,
I find some comfort when I talk to you.

The past is close behind I need to escape.
With hope in my heart I can’t outrun fate.
Have I taken too long and is it too  late?
I think I must learn to wipe clean the slate.

Still life flies as I get left behind
I hold onto dreams inside of my mind.
I see where I’m going and what I’ve been through,
It all disappears when I talk to you.

The sun comes up and I can’t wait.
I feel like a fish that has taken the bait.
I struggle but it seems I’m stuck on the line,
Maybe it can change with a little more time.
I wonder if I really have things right,
Still I survive, escape from the night.
The future’s before me something’s in sight,
The light at the end of the tunnel seems so bright.

My mind seems to calm as I see what will be,
Perhaps I should pray so I take a knee.
I see what’s before but wonder what’s true,
 I think all I need is to just talk to you.

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The wind comes blowing through the wood,
And Winter comes a-calling.
The trees give up their last few leaves,
The first snow flakes start falling.

The open, barren branches,
Now look stark against grey skies.
The rose bush too is naked, bare,
It's beauty sacrificed,

To the quiet and the chill,
As Winter now takes hold,
And on the surface Nature sleeps,
Through Winter's biting cold.

Floating snow flakes drifting down,
Make me pull up my hood,
As torch in hand I brave the depths,
Of snow drifts through the wood.

Just half an hour ago it seems,
The path was pristine, clear,
And now the snow has got so deep,
It reaches to my rear.

It will be good to get back home,
But just plain had to mail a letter,
To tell the folks back home about,
This fine Canadian weather.

Never saw snow before in my life until we immigrated to Canada when I was 27yrs old.
I love it and it's a true miracle of God; but it's cold and wet and it's more fun to watch from a warm room than to be outside in it.    (Smile)

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Distant Thoughts

As she sat in the garden, her book on her lap She hoped time would come to a stop How cool, how pleasant it was here It smelled of dreams, oh of that she was so dear! She wondered what she would be like as an animal Surely, she would be cruel and bestial Hungry and thirsty, filling up her hunger With those little beasts for whom she would be a predator! She wished she could have, at the tip of her fingers, magic Oh she would have surely tried every little trick From bringing back time to travelling further in time She would even sweeten the sour lime! She hoped someday, to travel to the sun Oh this was her dream, surely not a pun For, full of mystery is life and all that surrounds it So why not try to broaden further her knowledge a bit? The air was stifling, studies were boring, Romances in books are thrilling She wished for an eternal lover, Someone she would not be bored with, never ever! With these thoughts in her mind, she slept Her mind to great distances, stepped And she became there, her living dreams, her whims She became there, the Queen of her own films!

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A Broken Family

For many months we’ve grown apart
we’re not where we should be
Inflicting wounds at every turn
a broken family

Each day another raging storm
we both look at the door
Barrage of accusations made
the fabric rips some more

Our souls are wounded deep inside
a crack can now be seen
There isn’t very much that’s left
this all seems so obscene

We’ve got to try and work this out
I know that love’s still there
We’ve got too much invested now
I know we both still care

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Carbon Dioxide Blues

He said I was oxygen 
That he couldn’t live without
He said I was the ideal
That he wanted for a wife

He flattered and he praised me
Made me feel like a princess
No one else came even close
His desires he’d thus confess 

He’d waited for me for years
Desperate to be my man
He did ask me more than once
To please love him if I can 

And then I tumbled headlong
Into this prince charming’s arms
I pledged him eternal love
I succumbed to his sweet charms

Many years have passed and now
We are both set to get old
But at times my heart just mourns
For a love that’s getting cold

For though we still make music
To a rhythm all our own
That hungry look has just gone
The passion that I have known

“My love, you’re my oxygen,
You’re the life that I inhale!”
Tell me, though, my beloved
Has that oxygen gone stale?

Am I the carbon dioxide
That you are quick to expel?
Need a fresh O2 supply
That enlivens every cell?

My love, if I’m no longer
The breath that gives you your life  
Remember I’m still that girl
You desired for a wife!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

PS...Soupers, I often tease my husband about this oxygen thing. I guess it is inevitable that somewhere along the line...the mad frenzy of love mellows to a comfortable rhythm. Of course, love needs nurture! I read once that someone told a marriage counselor, "My husband and I are like a comfortable pair of old sneakers," to which she replied, "That's alright, as long as you remember, old sneakers need to dance every now and then!" :) Get the music going!

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Carlotto's Image

The image you view, you see every day
But there will be a day, when I will have my say
For the time is now soon to find out from where you came
You people from earth, your tomorrows won't be the same

This Sphinx like character on my planet called Mars
If you look very closely you'll see typical humanoid scars
Your archaeologists excavate us, every other day
One day they'll strike lucky and your whole world will pay

For I am not a Sphinx, I am from where you came from
If you look very closely, with you I belong
You see me on the dark side, just my mouth and my eye
I'm the start of your civilization, but I haven't died

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I Stand Here

I stand here and watch the changing of seasons,
a summer of winters, an autumn of springs,
I stand here in thought, not knowing the reasons,
to the meaning of life, how the caged bird still sings.
I stand here and watch as the years pass me by,
regrets of my past, what my life might have been,
I stand here and muse over one butterfly,
freed from the prison it had put itself in.

I stand here and watch as the dark turns to day,
the first glimpse of sunrise, a shimmer of light,
I stand here and wonder where clouds go to play
would they take me with them when day turns to night?

I stand here on guard while my inner self dreams,
of a world free of hurting, a life blank of stain,
I stand here and listen while my inner self screams,
with fear in his eyes and a soul filled with pain.
I stand here alone, memories by my side,
a flood of emotions, bittersweet in my mind,
I stand here unknown with the tears I have cried,
searching for answers in a world where I'm blind.

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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.

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Moonstruck Mystere

Battling the waves
of an ocean that sways
to and fro in ever search
of a place of mirth.

And those who dare
face her moonstruck mystere
Will know the price
it takes to reach paradise.

Their spirit will be aglow
By the life they've come to know
They no longer fear death
for they breathe the heavens' breath.

Life is like an ocean
in constant motion
As we brave her character
We will inherit the earth.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.24.11

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My Soul Awakened

Surrendering my heart to her I cry Tears of joy does fill every part of me I have found life once again in my soul Her eyes send shivers of love completely My soul is awakened, she’s brought me life Every moment I spend will be with her No holes will be left within my old soul Our hearts together, our souls will confer Unified we rightfully blend ourselves Caringly we placed our souls to align We have awakened our love from inside Tenderly we harbor within this sign Her eyes enter my heart, sighting it all Viewing my real love for her which is true It grows greater with each heartbeat each day My soul awakened by her heart anew
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "A Soul Awakened" contest 4/13/2013

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From Dunloe Gap she rode each day,
out in her jaunting car,
her father at the reining seat,
their journey wasn't far;

past by my home in early morn
returning before night,
and such a smile she'd have for me
when first they came in sight;

as if she knew something that I
one day would come to know,
her eyes would sparkle secret things
that life one day would show;

the sun a blessing to her hair,
this Irish girl, I knew,
would come to be the only one
my life was leading to;

and when they stopped one day in need
I lent a helping hand,
not thinking father liked me, too,
nor that it might be planned;

and now I drive her jaunting car,
I have for quite a while,
and though she has her back to me,
I still can feel her smile.
BY © Ron Arbuthnot
aka ron wilson

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An infinite scourging desert life would be
An endless journey into reality and schemes, 
Without oases, where we could rest and cool
If wouldn't have had the chance to make dreams*

© Demetrios Trifiatis
  05 SEPTEMBER 2014 

*Inspired by Eileen Manassian’s poem,A DREAM WITHIN REALITY.
And the comment I made: Without dreams ,life would be an endless journey on an infinite scourging desert, without ever finding an oasis to rest for to carry on your voyage!

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Long Live Love

A toss of the head
A flick of her hair
The wave of her hand
As her beauty did flare
Her bountiful step
The spring in her stride
Her laugh as we waked 
Hand in hand through the tide
Her mouth with its smile
As we wrote in the sand
Her cries of frustration
As sea coated the land
Those little I love yous
Meant so much back then
That on annual vacations
We repeat them again
For least we forget 
In the daily ado
Our marrital vows
Mean forever I do

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A Nature Walk

Stop for a moment, to only admire The wondrous, warm world, where I do reside; These gigantic trees do serve to inspire, Notice the beauty, with nothing to hide. The golden orb shines through neon-clear leaves, From the canopy falls a single drop Of dew that is unstirred by any breeze, landing on my palm with a tiny 'plop'. Next is the meadow, so spacious and fair, Filled with daffodils, and fat buzzing bees. This fantastic scene, tends Nature with care, Yet Home must I go, now back to the trees, For with this family, I must be sure, Found at Home to make a nice, hot breakfast, Since my love for them, is ever so pure, So I bid farewell, as I'm Home at last.

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A Total Waste Of Oxygen

As we turn the pages of our life And we reach the final chapter We realize it was pretty entertaining Now what the hell comes after Well it all depends on who you talk to No one has a definitive answer Until we reach that crossover point No one can predict the herafter If there was a way of maybe a preview To prepare us for what's to come We might wanna change this and that To delay that last final run Guess I don't want to know the exact date Kinda freaky I'd hasten to say When approaching that final moment What would be my last foray What if I've done nothing really special I die and I'm all but forgotten That dreaded fear, it was all for nothing A total waste of oxygen © Jack Ellison 2013

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Will We Remember

Will we remember or simply forget,
With the future before us, what shall we get?
Fond memories blend with those we regret,
Will the always sun rise or simply set?

Will we remember that life’s made of such?
Things can just change with only a touch.
Will we take off as we release the clutch?
Life is full of moments that mean so much.

Will we remember this life made of gold?
I try to buy back the soul I once sold.
The year passes by, yet another year old.
The lines on my face seemingly get bold.

Will we remember as the cold winds blow?
A chill in the air, it feels much like snow.
The more I learn seems the less I know,
Praying for warmth, so something can grow.

Will we remember that we shall decide?
To stand and fight or just run and hide.
I always feel better with you at my side,
Life ebbs and flows much like the tide.

Will we remember I hope this is true?
So much is defined by what we say and do.
Time disappears on some wings it just flew,
Memories can haunt or just see you through.

Will we remember when it’s all said and done?
To leave behind darkness to stand in the sun.
I dream about things that are yet to come,
I see what I want and try to grab some.

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Redeye Gravy

Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called redeye
Then my grandson informed me just why
Men who had been out late had bleareye
Who looked like they had been drip-dry

I always thought that it was because
It had dark red color from drippings
In my home it  got an applause
I thought that it was God's blessings

I learned my husband doesn't like it
My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy
When I make it only make a bit
Always redeye gravy left heavy

Today decided to place on grits
Feed to the cats see if they like it
Now cat is running around won't sit
I guess that caffeine gave them lift

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Oft when folks are talkin',
They'll use a phrase or two,
That can be taken wrongly,
The meaning misconstrued;

And so they get the text all wrong,
And spread it far and wide,
And when you learn what you have said,
You wonder why they lied.

Some people just don't listen,
When others talk to them,
So just part of what you're saying,
Ever gets through to them.

Here a word and there a phrase,
Is stored within their mind;
Then they weave it all together,
And Oh what they can find.

It pays you well to watch your words,
Speak plain, don't joke around;
For what you say in jest my friend,
Will later on rebound.

Then just try to 'splain it.
Explain it if you can;
But most folks won't believe you,
'Cause they just don't understand.

                                          Judy Ball

So often people spread around gossip that has no real bearing whatsoever simply because they misunderstood what someone said to them. 
Sometimes people will say something in jest that others take as serious talk so that's the story they spread to others.
Why is that?
Because it's often more fun to some people to believe the worst than it is to believe the best about someone else.
Remember, when someone tells you gossip about someone else it's a good idea to ask yourself what that same person says about you when you aren't there to defend yourself.
A gossip is like a loaded gun.
When it goes off all it causes is destruction.

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The Kissing Game Babysitter Kiss

I used to baby-sit a lot, when I was young
I was a well sort after young miss
I get on really well with kids
And they liked the babysitters kiss.

Each small child I put to bed
A story then a quick kiss on the head
I’d settle down to watch TV
And eat the supper they left for me.

Each time they mostly came in late
But always walked me to my gate
Then one night after a fancy dress
The couple came home in a bit of a mess.

Their baby had played up as well
I’d only just settled her and I did tell
Don’t worry we know of the babysitters kiss
It’s all they want from you young miss.

I looked at him in his fancy dress costume
Not sure what flashed out in the gloom
I asked him as we reached our path
He opened his cloak and his thing did flash.

I went as a flasher, I tell you miss
Now it's time to give the babysitter a kiss…
I looked at his thing a flashing light well placed
And told him his battery need to be replaced

He drunkenly tried his hand on this young miss
He wanted to give me, his babysitter, a kiss
I reminded him his daughter would be a young miss
She may be the babysitter a drunk wants to kiss.

© ~GG~ 22/08/2012

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As you peel back one layer you will a bit more of me
Each layer defines parts that the naked eye may not see
The outer layer is tough resistant and seems weather proof
Just one more layer down is where you start to find the truth.

Peel off a third one and that’s where my feelings are hidden
Not on the surface to be played with or abused when bidden
Another layer down is where my tears are caught and held back.
Until the hurt of death and squalor, that layer attack

The last layer you may peel from me, I hold on to so tight
 I don’t want you to see my heart naked, in the harsh light.
The layer that covers my heart and keeps it safe from abuse
Life constantly picks at it and it’s not really much use.

I tried so hard to keep that one in place and safe from harm
Then life produces its peeler, which I would like to disarm.
It endlessly peels away at the layers of my protection
Leaving me vulnerable and weak and open to infection.

To fight back at life I have found a small good cure all
And that is what lets me walk on the edge, I totter but not fall.
In times of trouble and death, pain, anger and even love
Look for the silver lining that helps give this life a little shove.

Shove these things aside; they will get dealt with in a while
Knowing that whatever it is, will be behind us - so smile.
The layer that keeps our minds strong and yes even clear
Needs the most attention, it gives us hope, love, and even fear

Good things and bad things all come and go day by day
But we find we always look back on them and so we can say
Another day passed though we never forget the pain
Let me replace that layer now and cover my heart again

A smile helps to build up the layers and keeps me on life’s path
As does love, friendship and forgiveness, and a smile turns back wrath.
When we feel we can never smile ever again in a thousand lifetimes
We will look back and find the memory dims and the sun returns to shine

My layers are there I try to build them and keep them supple and strong
But sometimes they get ripped in a wrench and I think I am wrong
Straight to the point where my heart beats and is exposed to life’s ills
Time to pay the piper, as he comes to collect on life’s bills.

Laughter the best medicine and that I truly believe
But there’s a time to laugh and then there is a time to grieve
Time to think and to fight, love and to perhaps even pray
I hope my layers will keep intact, and get me through another tough day.

© ~GG~ 25/12/2012

My son had to work today, he is a supervisor on a motorway service station. He came home to us at the end of his shift for any comfort we could give him because of a motor accident just past where he works that took the lives of two children and an adult and seriously injured two more. He had to get access for the emergency services and then deal with angry motorists as he had to block them trying to re-enter the motorway, while things were dealt with.  His one thought was how the families would now cope, not only with the losses but that fact that it would taint their Christmas celebrations for the rest of their lives.
Although we do not celebrate Christmas he is so concerned for their feelings he is finding it difficult to cope with. My heart grieves not only for them and their horrendous ordeal, but my son whose heart has been laid open to their pain.

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Factualism Of Life

Factualism Of Life

The life we live
Is the life so erratic
To some, it's boundless beauty
But to rest, it's lethally traumatic

As blissful canopy, scorching sun, and tsunami waves 
Are some countless eternal bits that our life plays

Some cries, some laughter, some successes, some disaster
Collars off entirety, to some, bestows like petals of aster...

Witnesses some tales brimming with bemoaning tears
To a new land, a saline smile of a damsel that it shares...

Somewhere it’s an ocean full of angelic blessings
Somewhere life is spoken words of unsaid confessings.

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:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.

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A Happy Outgoing Guy

Never was good at showing emotion
Before meeting my sweetie pie
She helped me outta this funk I was in
Now a happy outgoing guy!

Enjoying life to the absolute fullest
Excitement fills my every day
The richest man on the face of the earth
There's nothing more I can say

Really been blessed throughout my life
Why am I the fortunate one
Others suffer through sadness and pain
While mine's just laughter and fun

Maybe it's the genes bequeathed to us
The luck of the draw that decides
Will we be wearing a perpetual smile
Or will sadness fill up our eyes

Whatever the answer, I thank my stars
Couldn't have asked for anything more
Blessed is a word that is so often used
In my case, it's true to the core

© Jack Ellison 2012

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In Those Moments

Why did I have to commit?
Will I be well on the day?
What if the dark clouds roll in
And take all my joy away….

I don’t trust myself to speak
When I know I’ll just bring pain
I hibernate in my world
Until I am once more sane

I lessen the dose in fear
I won’t be able to cope
A little less every day
Reaching the end of my rope

I resign myself to chance
Some “friends” might just walk on by
Some will think it’s high drama
When I break down and I cry

There’s the gnawing pain of truth
That I’m not completely well
I’m either in paradise
Or plunged into deepest hell

Then to try to find the words
To explain this parody
That the smiling dancing girl
Is bedridden broken me

The words just die on my lips
For no one can really know
That the struggle that I face
Is draining creative flow

In silence I keep away
Until the sun shines on me
In those brief and sweet moments
I’m alive and truly free

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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 It may have been the brandy
But they blamed it on Candy
Then they said it was Sandy
that defeated Mitt Romney

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A Wacky Sense Of Humour

How to define funny What makes us tickle Humour comes easy But sometimes it's fickle One person laughs Another just groans Depends on your senses You giggle or moan Some find humour In most things they see Depends on your outlook That's surely the key Go around moping With chin on the ground You sure won't be able To wipe off that frown You must laugh at life And not take it serious Don't fret over things Silly and frivolous Look at this guy Turned seventy-seven Very few sad thoughts On his journey to Heaven So take this advice From someone who knows Try hard to be jolly Smile down to your toes The world's just a stage For your comedy routine Just keep 'em laughing But please keep it clean © Jack Ellison 2012

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Dictionary Fun

As I struggle through what life throws 
I admonish myself not to give in to the lows
I attempt to get on and give as good as I get
In relationships family and friends and yet

My inner soul sometimes cries out in pain
Needing to cherish a love and passions hot flame
Taste the sweetness of yet another kiss
Watch love bloom and surrender to bliss.

Yearning for two arms to hold me so tight
Tender but burning kisses to delight
Bamboozle the imps of fate that try
To part two lovers to make them cry.

I cherish the love that is given freely
An abomination to those who live only nearly
They live their lives but forget to live
Remembering the take, forgetting the give

They scorn those they cannot match
The green eyed jealous monster they hatch
Affection and friendship can be intertwined
Why cant’ this be the way of all mankind.

© ~GG~ 12/11/2012

Contest Entry Dictionary Fun 

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Lying on a Bench

She lies on a comfortable warm bench One that is embroidered and very soft There is a lone light within this dark room The bench is near a window in a loft The mood light glows from behind a curtain And the light leaks on through onto her book So she can read the great romance novel She’s lying on the bench in her small nook Outside it’s nearly dark, and the rain starts There’s an ambience within this room now She sighs a pleasurable sigh with awe The feel of this space brings peace as allowed She pulls up a blanket, the window’s cold Her book doesn’t quite make her embarrassed Where it would warm her up from the inside The bench of which she lies finds her fairest
Entered into Black Eyed Susan's "On a Bench" contest 3/15/2013

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I Can't Explain

So much happens I can’t explain.
Thoughts fly by much like a train.
I know things can’t remain the same,
I can’t help what’s inside my brain.

I have these visions and see you,
I remember things we used to do.
It has passed and now is gone,
I hold on, but for how long.

I remember when there was a time, 
When I could see at least a sign.
 Still, I seem to fall further behind,
Now so much is gone I can’t find.

All I wanted was to smile,
Now it seems I am out of style.
I once had love but now it’s lost,
So many opportunities that I tossed.

I want it all to go away,
I have to leave I cannot stay.
I look around, I’ve lost my way.
I think of change perhaps I may.

I seem to get lost inside myself,
Then I become someone else.
I try to see the light of day,
 All the clouds get in my way.

I feel tired and lose some fight.
Light gives way, brings forth the night.
I look for answer but there’s none in sight.
I can’t explain so I hold on tight.

I need to lie down and get some sleep,
Close my eyes and count some sheep.
Maybe tomorrow will be better than today,
The fabric of life appears tattered and frayed.

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Clean Bill Of Health

Got a clean bill of health From my doctor today So I'm feeling darn good That's needless to say! For a man of my age That's a pretty good thing Thought one or two parts Would need replacing But hooray, hallelujah I'm good for a while No need for pills Can't wipe off the smile! With a positive outlook You've won half the battle It's mind over matter Just don't ya get rattled! I could surely continue For many more verses There's no funeral pending So send back the hearses © Jack Ellison 2012

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As I Open My eyes

I wander through this world and I do get lost,
Though I become aware of what this all cost.
Sometimes the pieces do not always fit,
Sometimes I can’t see from this place I sit.

As the light retreats I wonder where it went.
Nothing returns from all messages I sent.
The stars and the moon shine so bright.
They seem like a reminder, now it is night.

Tail lights vanish into the dark night
 Once in view, but now out of sight.
Things disappear that were once so clear,
As darkness surrounds I am left with my fear.

A beacon of hope seems to guide me through. 
I awake this morning to a day that is new.
I hope and pray, the sun will shine,
To warm my soul, so I will feel fine.

So many things seem to get in the way.
But I am just glad to wake up today.
Maybe after time all will seem right.
My future’s before me, the sun shines bright.

I realize I am not bound to any course.
I feel some sorrow and find the source.
I know that happiness comes from within,
I step to the start yet don’t know where to begin.

Still it seems better than it was yesterday,
I gaze around to find another way.
All that I search for is right before me.
I just open my eyes and then I can see.

It isn’t a mystery I’ve been here before,
As a window closes it opens a door.
I gather the pieces from off of the floor,
My eyes shall see what there is in store.

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The Poem You Can Never Read

Sometimes fear can catch our tongues
Keeping truths enclosed
Barring words to pass the lips
Words leaving us exposed

And maybe that's what's safer
Than what I'm about to do
But we only get one life to live
And in my life, I want you

You've been inside my heart now
For a long time, but I've been
Afraid that it was just me
Just a dream that I was in

But then you came and touched me
And the feelings came alive
But I've still kept them quiet
Waiting for the perfect time

But time keeps ticking past us
And perfect, time is not
And life goes on without you here
And this isn't what I want

You won't believe how great you are
Well when you're viewed by me
You're really unbelievable
I just wish that you would see

I've seen you become a man
In the years you've been around
I've seen you go through many things
Seen you be up, and then down

I've seen you fight for who you love
I've seen you win and loose
I've seen you go through hard things
I've seen you have to choose

I've seen how you remember
Little silly things each day
That means so much more to me
Than I could even say

I know we come from different worlds, 
But thats alright by me
I know that there are obstacles
Probably more than I could see

I think I'd go a thousand miles
If I could end up in your arms
You see, you broke through my hearts barriers
Leaving me disarmed

As many things as you are
One thing that you're without
Is eyes to see how much I care
I guess I'll have to spell it out

My heart wants to be with you
For us to have our chance at love
And maybe it would work out
To be all we've both dreamed of

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Aging Heart

Time runs fast when we are young,
As fast as human eyes can blink.
Turn away and there it goes,
What youth we have will slowly sink.

It runs with legs that won’t tire
So that your aging heart may sleep.
Close your eyes and let it fall,
The fruits you’ve reaped are yours to keep.

Does the river dry when you
Have passed the rapids of this ride?
Open your eyes so you may see
The world you’re bound to on this tide.

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Glass Half Full

There's a lot to be blue about these days.
In that there's sure no mystery.
And I can easily slip into doubt.
Especially given my history.

Darkened skies may hang my head.
But I refuse to give them a voice.
Life can enslave you in heartache.
Yet really now,it's your choice.

Like an old cat in winter you can creep
along the gray and dismal wall.
Or run through the rain,hair in ringlets.
Laugh at the absurdity of it all.

You can paint up your world with happiness.
Swing on a cloud chandelier.
I choose music,laughter and love.
These things are reason enough to be here.

written January 31st,2013

for contest"chasing the blues away"

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Life's Highway

Speeding along life's highway With the scenery flashing by Must stop and smell the roses There's more than meets the eye We miss the tiny intricacies Subtleties that mean so much Life's delightful wee treasures The warmth of a babies touch A gentle breeze at daybreak Welcoming a brand new day Puffy white billowy clouds Trees as they swing and sway Life's a highway, enjoy the ride The end comes far too soon As you look for it's hidden meaning You reach life's final swoon Reflecting back over the years Of the good times and the bad You realize it's been a blast my friends Thankful for the life you've had With heartaches and some sorrows To get through it all unscathed Is nothing short of a miracle In your memories you're left to bathe © Jack Ellison 2012

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Where do you go

The night sky calls, invites me home.
The moon and stars shine all alone.
The moon is full and starts to glow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The stars seem like diamonds in the sky.
They have no wings yet they do fly.
Their brilliance just continues to grow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The sun returns and shines so bright,
Providing light to chase away the night.
The rhythms of life still persist and flow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The air gets hot as the day lingers,
I watch as life slips through my fingers.
There’s something more I wish to know,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The sun kisses the horizon as it sets,
What you want may not be what you get.
A cool evening breeze begins to blow,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

The cycle is complete as it gets dark,
I look for a place to make my mark.
The stars and moon begin to show,
When you’re alone, where do you go?

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Below Skies of Azure Blue

The setting was lovely and blissful, the company so divine
In a flowery meadow we sat, this girl soon to be mine
We talked and laughed and cried a little, under blue azure skies
Reflections so true, of two in love, looking into each others eyes

So many things we discussed, about our today and tomorrows
Ahead in life are trials we'll face, being elation and heartfelt sorrows
The one thing that absorbs us two, is the wanting to extend our hearts
Children so very much wanted, will cement our future start

Our moment warrants distraction, hush! as we listen to the sounds around
Nature resonates in abundance, in her beautiful tranquil grounds
The symphony of insects and birds, our choir on this day
Colours that curtain our presence, in graceful rainbow display

We lie looking at the sky, and the freedom of the birds
Who glide and soar their thermals of life, their liberty never earned
Whilst we lie in this flowery meadow, two souls so free to roam
Freedom is granted to us, on this planet that we call home

For the rest of the day we embraced, in silence and loving bliss
Sharing kisses and moments of touch, with no other I would wish
When the time came to leave, over our shoulders we looked around
For this was the day that our future started, amidst natures beautiful ground

It's many years later now, and our children are as free as can be
We all should live this way, and raise them in liberty

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Voice of the rejected

From the pits of society's regards
I hear a cry.
Subtly breathing into oblivious hearts,
an anonymous sigh.

Singing melodious sorrows,
a still, small voice in the darkness.
A drum of war to whom luxury bestows,
yet a beacon for kindness.

Discarded bones regain their flesh
and the mindless their searches cease,
replaced by justice's harmony fresh
and the laughter of the heartless decrease. 

A cry still ringing
louder and louder to be elected
in the court of hearing,
the voice of the rejected.

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My heart has changed color

The rain beats down my window pane Inside, I feel safe, devoid of any pain The night is dark The right time for an artwork My heart is no more colored red These days, it has changed its color These days, it allows itself to be led Being now multicolored, it allows life to take it farther Farther and farther, I go in the discovery of its avenues How delicious are those recipes that life brews Sometimes intoxicating drinks and champagne Other times it gives a dish as tasteful as a lasagne Surely, life wills me to explore farther Else why would it change my heart's color? Why would it hold all of the world's color If not to try to make of my days, something brighter!
14 April 2014

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Celebrate The Day

Gather round people Hear what I say It's another great moment Another fine day! The sun's shining brightly The sky's blue above What more could one ask I'm loaded with love! With love for life And all things pure Wouldn't change it for gold More precious for sure! You can't put a value On joy or on love Let's us just say There's nothing above! It's the ultimate feeling We humans can own What makes it so special You can't love alone! It can't get any better Today is the greatest I'm on top of the sod And that's the latest! Just hug everyone You meet with today You just never know So celebrate the day! © Jack Ellison 2012

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The Beast is King

Hammering on the doors of my tomb
I want to get out, I want to break through
Beauty`s a prisoner, the beast is king
Truth, the tiny bee, has a painful sting

My soul`s on fire, my body`s for hire
I`ve got boundless desire and a mind to admire
A paradise we`ve turned into a living hell
Angels without wings onto this earth fell

A dream of life in a sleep of coma
The law is fulfilled to the last iota
Feel my pulse, can`t find the aorta
The curse has spread to psycho and soma

An infinite maze lies within the gates
You go on a chase but you are chased
Find the prize or meet your own demise
Darkness forever – the light is unseen by the blind 

Hammering on the doors of my tomb
I want to get out, I want to break through
Beauty`s a prisoner, the beast is king
Truth, the tiny bee, has a painful sting

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A Wish

A Wish

For children sired from out of wedlock
Roaming the streets, begging for alms
With weary eyes from a day’s plight
To get their crumbs  and spare  the night

For girls robbed and sanctity trampled
Buried in rut,  and scared to move
Spurned and cast away from home
With queuing lads to buy her form

For souls scorned and gloomed
Who live a  life of doom and misfortunes 
May find their life at the end of the fork
Espousing all strength, and daring to move.

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Summer Contest

Summer Storms

Summer brings floods of feelings to surface An impressive time period done shown Having light shine down completely around Very warm with everything fully grown There’s one piece of the season that shows dark Summer rains, warmly falling on the ground However warm, storms are greatly enforced Nothing seems as dark, the sky is sure found Lightning, bright and fearfully striking down Hurling its mighty electric life force Bringing its painful terror to true light The rain from the clouds, come from its high source I know the storm comes in as a lion June seems to be stormy and rainy time A horrible scary time seems secure Fits into some time of day, like noontime Storm comes in very harshly, all about Direly people scurry to find shelter Summer rain is not the best event here Rain is surely a large storm, a basher I look at times passing, enlightenment Knowing the summer might just be the best Even with summer rain, it’s wonderful Rain might be huge, but the summer has zest
Russell Sivey Entrant into Judy Konos's "Searching For Summer" contest 3/3/2013

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A love song

Along the road of life
I carried with me,a loving wife,
more precious than gold,
from a unique mould

Since youth 'til old age
ever her page;
since love did engage,
happiness is my wage


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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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All Natural

<                                   earth ~ third planet from sun
                                     liquid and iron ~ cores
                                     continents  ~  islands  ~  pun
                                     arctic  icing  ~  drips pores

                                    wind  ~  natures own fury
                                    flow gasses ~ bulk movements
                                    storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
                                    place in pocketbook ~ dent

                                    fire ~ oxidation
                                    combustion ~ releasing 
                                    heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
                                    pollution ~ choking ~  thing

                                    water ~ called H2O
                                    oxygen ~ hydrogen
                                    evaporation ~ goes
                                    will exceed supply ~ when ?

                                   earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
                                   Nature's elements   ~ sure 

Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All

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To Nurse this Universe

Love this World by showing care
Treat all the souls with affection
In case they erroneously blunder
Rescue them by kindly forgiving

All may not be great experts
As they may possess defects
See the brighter side to love
This opens gates of peace

Converse with a kind heart
Stress the best benefits
That may arise by an act
Do your portion of assisting

If souls listen not to you now
Never make your heart brood
Be prepared to give freedom
Time will prove your nobility

Life is to help each other kindly
No question of creating hatred
Enmity paves a way for calamity
Love and affection finely enchant.


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When Things Go Wrong

~WHEN THINGS GO WRONG~ The marriage is over, boredom stepped in, So out with the old and a new one steps in. Fun all the way, money to spend But suddenly you find there will be no good end… Your heart you were to keep safe from being broken The love of this man you will find is nothing but token He is lavish with money he gives your wants and your needs But it comes with a price when your habit he feeds. He started you on a downward spiral If you don’t get off quick you will lose it all… Your kids you have sworn to keep by your side Will not want to stay if you end up inside… Through possessiveness and violence he is in your life Don’t make the mistake of becoming his wife Get rid while you can before it’s too late Bring your kids up in love and never in hate. You have the support you know where to look You won’t get any help from reading a book Turn to your family and listen while you can Think very hard and get rid of this man.
© 9/06/2012 ~GG~

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Black Cloud

This black cloud of mine is heavy
I think it's going to pour
one day it's rain will start to fall
and I know I'll drown for sure.

I'm waiting for the lightening strike
and the thunder start to roll
this cloud has followed me for weeks
it's now eating at my soul

It's something that I can't escape
this storm is overdue
I just hope when black clouds pass
there will be a better view.

Brian Strand's 'Two thru twele contest'
2nd place

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Doth if not

Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust through thy art
to feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart

Doth if not see thee, Beauty,
Life and youth thy presence tell
to feel your gracefullness
and your radiance hail

Doth if not feel thee, Proud,
Bloody and tired after fought
I feel your anger as you rage
violent pacing within a cage

Doth if not loath thee, Time,
That span in which we do wait
I fear that I may not master thee 
but only learn your unstopableness

Doth if not envy thee, Love,
The subject of all stories
the main ingredient in any glory
a painful woe and often worry

Doth if not doubt thee, God,
Who speaketh all into being
from atoms to the universe
principlaities and powers, who rules?

Doth if not worry thee, Man,
from day to day trying to understand
his heart with his mind, two seperate things
God's way of compromise

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My Pillow

I love my pillow Fits my neck just right And I always win In a pillow fight!
Twenty Syllables Barbara Gorelick

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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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Kids In 2050

From a wee guy age two, to his dad in the year 2050! How long before I can drive a car? You always say I'm too young So what if I can't actually feed myself And you still have to change my bum Times they are a-changing dear father The age of majority is now two Our brains are the size of soccer balls With the balls to try things new I know my size might be a problem But with all these gadgets that exist As long as my brain is functional I can still do most things on the list Like keeping track of my finances Making sure I've got enough to retire When reaching the age of two hundred ten Having plenty till the day I expire It must be difficult for you to grasp I realize that this is all quite new But so many advances have taken place Us wee folks live longer than you So next time you look at us young'uns And feel sorry we missed what you had Each new generation has it's own advances A product of our time, good or bad © Jack Ellison 2012

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Thirty eight years has gone by
Songs as old as baby's lullaby
Still the two  leather boxes has survive
When she open with her key... to my surprise!

There... greeting cards, flowers and letters
White papers before... now brown colored
Flowers earlier fresh red... now wilted but preserved
Spotless written words ahead... now little blotted

She said they are priceless and timeless
Though, some laughed and said corny and useless
Yet, from any gold or silver to her its invaluable 
For by these her distant love became possible

As this the testimony of her love
...Embroidered and made perfect by God
Her one and only true love
...No other than - my great dad.

(c) Olive Eloisa
2:00 AM
APRIL 11, 2014
Contest Name:	Antiques 
Sponsor:	Black Eyed Susan
5th Place.. Praise God! :)
________________________my most endearing mom.. :) thank GOD.. :)

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My Life at Fourteen

I'm just fourteen years old, and a father I'll be
Around Christmas time, what a present for me
The excitment of puberty has now taken it's toll
I sit here lost in thoughts, a worried young soul

Responsibilities I now face to the challenges of life
Do I stand by my girlfriend, do I make her my wife
What if I can't cope, shunned by family and friends
To become another statistic, modern societies trend

I find myself very fortunate, I'm surrounded by kin
Whom their patience has been a blessing as I take it all in
My friends have rallied round, their support has been strong
It's having people like them, I'm fortunate to belong

December has come and gone, my daughters getting married
As I look back to fourteen and the trials that I carried
Many thoughts I had to ponder as I look back at my young life
The young girl whom bore my daughter, many years has been my wife

* Three-quarters of a million teens between 15 and 19 become pregnant each year in the USA *

For Gwendolen's *~* Mom, I'M PREGNANT! contest *~*

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Oh Dear What Can the Matter be?

“She’s pregnant. Oh my God!”
“I’m going to be a father!” He beams.
“What will we call him honey?” He says.
“What have I got myself into…her chest heaves.

Day after day as she grows, he works, this father to be.
“Honey, careful now!” He lends a hand as she sits down.
“Careful,” she sighs. “Shoulda thought of that…”
and her labor begins with a scream.

Hour after hour in pain …”My wife.”
Hour after hour he paces his life.
A squall from the far room and in rushes he.
“I’m a father!” He preens. “Honey? What will his name be?”

Up honey looks, no smile…so abashed
“Honey,” she says. “We have a fine lass…..”
Crestfallen he stammers. Eyes caste to the wall.
“It’s alright.” He says “We can have more………..”

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To myself

Is it a must to be in a couple?
I find life pleasurable as a single
It gives me time to write
Time to search for my height

If it is such a must to be in a couple
Why is is that around me, I see only pain
Everything becomes always disagreeable
Love, after some time, does become a disdain!

Why, I have had my share of love
Once, when I was yet a joyful dove
Chirping madly away, laughing the day away
But love showed me its evil side on that day

Since then, I chose to live only as a single
But it seems that being single means being weird
So, should I succumb and be no more abominable?
Should I follow the route as does most of the herd?

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A little more sleep

Today I awake and see the prices I’ve paid,
All I held dear and wished could have stayed.
I search through the deck for cards to be played,
The fabric of life appears tattered and frayed.

I wonder what this is as I view something new,
I know what’s before me, simply won’t do.
I pick up the pieces and send them to you,
The sun holds its own in a sky that is blue.

I walk to a brook and hear a babbling sound,
Debris comes to the surface, washes up on the ground.
The ripples carry change from the water to the shore,
As they make landfall, I can see what’s in store.

I look once again I believe I’ve been here,
I wonder what’s next as a ripple grows near.
It changes in size as it hits the bank.
I feel like a hostage that must walk the plank.

As I walk out I hope I will be able to swim,
My life flashes by on a prayer and a whim.
I think to myself, is this real what I see?
Step off the plank and I’ll see what will be.

I struggle a while and then float to the top,
I know that these challenges simply won’t stop.
All that I hope comes down to swim or sink,
I realize it all in, the time it takes to blink.

I find myself cast upon some distant shore,
I made it this far because I wanted it more.
All that I knew has vanished in thin air,
Who will hear you when nobody is there?

I start to feel tired so I take a rest.
I may not succeed but I gave it my best.
I close my eyes and count some sheep,
I know I’ll do better with a little more sleep.

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The pond revisited

I visited the pond where I often go
As I sit at the edge there appears four ducks in a row
The first one looks like the navigator leading the way
The last duck is like me and takes another course today.

The last duck swims closer and begins to quack
It has no intentions of turning back
It seems content with the path it chose
He quacks again to let the other three know.

I pick up a rock a skip it across the pond
I watch all the ripples they don’t go beyond
They stay in the confines of the banks
I feel like the duck that has just broken ranks.

I start to see my life much like the pond
The ripples are like change they don’t go beyond
Somehow they find the outlet and then they are free
The change moves outward like the ripples inside me.

The sun start to set and it’s time to go
There’s so much in life I really don’t know
But the world around me continues to put on a show
I feel the change inside me flourish and ripples grow.

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Family Picture?

What is a family picture? 
Is it all for real? 
Are the people that you see
pretending they don't feel? 

Can you see their anger? 
Can you smell their fear? 
Do you sense unhappiness
in the picture that's so clear? 

We're trying to be perfect, 
to look a certain way.
A family picture says so much
when there's nothing nice to say.

You plaster on the fake smile.
You put your arms 'just so'.
You show the world your family
without letting your family show. 

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Hates' Jungle

Running through flowers in the glen,
Curly hair and golden skin shining,
Beauty  in the sun, fleeing maiden.
Gunshot sounds in the distance blasting.

A new dawn dying to begin.
Her mother lost behind her ... found.
Black ... bound and beaten by madmen.
But Bea ran faster than the hound.

War Between the States had begun.
Her hope soaring like an eagle,
Freedom glaring in the bright sun.
Brightened her way through hates' jungle.

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Auto Pilot

It is not enough 
For you to want to save me
Not even all your love
Could serve to liberate me

So flee from me in fear
Do not allow your emotions to be stirred
Dry your eyes of their empathic tears
They will only leave your vision blurred

For I am a soulless mechanism
seeking only my own gratification
A force of powerful pessimism
My life a result of such manifestation

So sweet of you to offer your light
But my void will blot it out
You can't illuminate the darkness inside
Into the darkness I will drag you down

This isn't who I wanted to be
It's who I've become just the same
Your eyes may be open but you'll never see
And I can no further explain

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Keeping Track of My Colors

If I were in a box of crayons
I don't know what color I'd be
I want to be something rare and cool
That exudes great beauty

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd definitely be white
I'm the most classy but of course
I won't put up a fight

If I were in a box of crayons
I'm sure that I'd be black
We all know that saying, once black
No going back

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be cool like gray
I'm not a person that is
Molded of clay

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd surely be brown
For I'd be the one turning
Smiles into frowns

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be fiery scarlet
My blazing personality would
Make everyone forfeit

If I were in a box of crayons
I be beautiful burgundy
You know I'd never, ever
Let someone hurt me

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be the sagacious red
For my sense of humor would
Bring everyone dread

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be very pretty pink
Not all bubbles are stupid
I'd prove I could think

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be oh so silly purple
For my crazy sense in humor
Is like Steve Urkel's

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a deep indigo
For I'm sure that none could leap as far
As I could go

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a soothing blue
Since I am so happy
So should you

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be like Turquoise
But that's my sister's name
That's her voice

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be luscious green
Because all friends need someone
On which to lean

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd love to be lime
Everyone laughs with me
All of the time

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be bright yellow
Cause I truly am
A jolly little fellow

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd be a magnificent peach
For no one can resist my charm while
I sit on a beach

If I were in a box of crayons
I'd never be orange
For I have nothing to rhyme with
That stupid, annoying orange!


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10 Minutes to Decide

With his back turned he looks away from her He depends on his trusty watch and waits Her response will be today, he knows it He hears them talk behind him, which abates What did she say, what was her sure answer His friend said that you may now turn around He begins to turn then she says no wait And back to their discussion they went down Minutes went by then it came upon ten He said he’ll turn around now and visit The women stopped their chatter together And he turned, what’s her answer, what is it?
Russell Sivey Contest: George Dunlop Leslie Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst 5/19/2013

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Stepping Stones

Stepping stones to God knows where
with stops along the way
Looking for my place in life
I’m still not there today

Chasing  phantoms endlessly
across the paradigm
Slaying dragons one by one
and wasting precious time

Surely a design to this 
an inner voice does say
Someone left the stepping stones
to help you find your way

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Two Sides Of Jack

Most people have a second side A side that's not always sunny I have two sides like everyone else But my both sides are funny Haven't a clue how it happened My parents were normal folks Don't remember them ever being silly Or even telling some jokes Sure glad I have this “silly” gene Life's a lot easier to endure Can't imagine waking up with a scowl Foreign to me for dang sure Guess I'm one of the lucky dudes Passing along just one thing Think of your life without any winter A life that's eternally spring That's how Jacko survives each day Pushing negatives off the cart It certainly ain't that damn difficult Think positive right from the start They say everyone has a second side Mine is giggles either way An example of a truly fortunate soul With laughter and fun every day! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Portrait of My Lady

A delicate face, soft and white it glows Eyes of passion exist, planted on her She lives with supple pink lips, made to kiss No way would I ever come and suffer She doesn’t have an obvious nose, it’s small Her small hands do run smoothly down her face An influence to my heart is expressed She moves on with a good amount of grace I always desire to kiss those sweet lips My finger runs down these lips of glory Down to the perfectly formed lovely chin Where there are tales of a romance story There are moments when her eyes flash with pride And her hair blends in with her rare beauty The whole package is wonderful and true I will forever love her, my lady
Entered into FRANK H.'s "WORD PORTRAIT" contest 4/16/2013

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This Land is my Land

On the sea breezed side of the mountains in my share of the Land of the Free, you will find me midst beautiful flowers beneath a grand evergreen tree. In winter- time it seldom freezes, and our summers are cooled by the sea. With soil that is richer than Midas, it’s the life of a farmer for me. The wonders of nature surrounding are abundant and varied and wild. We’re shaken now and then by an earthquake. So far they’ve been modest and mild. In the past our rivers have rampaged, bringing riches from out of the sea. We’ve tamed them with dikes and taught them more hospitable neighbors to be. The orcas swim up to the shoreline and then go right back to the deep. That I live in northwest Washington State, is no longer my secret to keep. By: Joyce Johnson

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The seasons of life

It has sure been a long cold winter,
Like wood in the cold my thoughts splinter.
The cold wind blows so I turn around,
Snow appears like a blanket on the ground.

Everything is gray, no leaves in the trees,
It seems the cold has brought life to its knees.
Ice clings to branches instead of leaves,
Everyone is clad in coats and long sleeves.

Suddenly the sun shines, the ices melt.
The warmth of the sun can surely be felt.
Green sprouts freely from the ground,
I hear the birds sing a joyous sound.

Spring’s in my heart, life is reborn.
Cold winds replaced by a breeze that is warm.
Flowers start to grow as colors return,
Rivers rise up with a foam they do churn.

Summer arrive and everything grows,
Colors explode as the sun glows.
It gets hot so I sit in the shade,
Trees provide a canopy, leaves they made.

The days are so long, filled with light.
Fireflies dance in the warm summer night.
Fish jump up to catch bugs on the pond,
My imagination grows and moves beyond.

Soon the winds chill, Autumn’s in the air,
The sky is so blue the weather still fair.
Leaves change colors, like a picture in a book,
They start slowly and become everywhere you look.

The wind gets colder the leaves fall to the ground.
Caught in a breeze they make a rustling sound.
They seem to blow and get tossed around,
Look up in the trees, none can be found.

The cycle of life repeats once again,
New life arises from the ashes of the end.
Abundance in spring, fall shall deplete,
Living then dying the cycle’s complete.

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No Longer Waiting

I tell you that I’m waiting
But it’s like you don’t hear
You just simply walk away
As I wipe away a tear

I tell you that I’m waiting
But it’s like you don’t care
As I tell you how I feel
All you can do is stare

I tell you that I’m waiting
But it’s like you don’t see
That I could make you happy
That we could always be

I tell you that I’m waiting
Because I can’t go on
You’re who’s in my heart
Others are long gone

Now I’m no longer waiting
You are just all through
I’m tired of wasted love
Wasted love all on you

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A river runs through the city

Like wild fire, tempers flare, 
shots and stabs, city streets tainted,
crime and sin, people glare, 
my river runs through it, vindicated.

Awake before the sun, and the sleepy city,
Of possibilities, fascinated,
the night of revel fun, the waning dignity,
my river runs through it, intoxicated.

gleaming flower, bride in white,
a new life is born and designated.
the old man’ death, his last ride,
my river runs through it, celebrated.

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Fishing at Dusk

I cast out my line, not caring if I catch anything or not The sun is setting and the river sings its sweet song Fish ducks fly low over the water, saluting the dusk This is my place, the place I know I belong... A steelhead jumps at the head of the riffle Teasing me as he rises to grab the fly I acknowledge his place in life's scheme To him life's worries surely do not apply... A tug on my line brings me back again I set the hook and my heart skips a beat He jumps one or twice and spits the fly No matter, this lovely day is complete..

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Giggle Spreader

There doesn't seem to be enough humour here That's where Jester Jack earns his pay Been commissioned by the jolly police To spread joy and giggles each day He's provides this service totally free of charge There's no reason to change that now He also reaps such happy benefits Creating laughter is his vow Ain't a serious bone in his slimmed down body Though some say he's still overweight It goes with being a jolly old elf Or a happy-go-lucky primate So next time you need a pick me up my friend Click on me, I'm online all day long I'll try to chase your worries away With a cheery word and a song! © Jack Ellison 2013

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How Sweet It Is

No twelve-step indulgent spree
for getting over you.
I dismissed you in a hurry,
two steps I chose to do...

First, I man-handled my grief.
Spinning one-eighty degrees,
one short cry and I'm debriefed.
Mission accomplished with ease.

Next, I dealt with my revenge
after all, I'm human too.
Hundred-to-one you’ll come unhinged
when you see me with you know who.

Entering into peace at last
interesting truth I find
Ah, c'est la vie - tears are past;
you are a load off my mind.

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At Last

I breathe relief it's over
I know where I stand at last.
You're finally where you should be,
a memory in my past.

I was living only half a life
that was tearing me apart at the seams,
for I had somehow conned myself
that I was happy in my dreams.

But now I'm back to reality,
I found a way out of this maze,
I just wish I'd got here sooner
but I was lost in some wishful haze.

I've had to be quite firm I know,
my sore heart it will forgive me.
I must learn to move on with life,
now you're where you should be.

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Acting My Age

“You’re not a giddy teenager
So why can’t you act you’re age?”
I looked at him heartbroken
Then my body shook in a rage

“Being passionate about life
Means I am acting like a child?
You demand that I be demure
Does that mean being meek and mild?

No, no, my dear, I want to shout
I want to be crazy and mad
To stick my head out the window
Belt out love songs that make me glad

I want to let my body move
To a belly dance drumming sound
I want to feel young and alive
Make love without hushing the sound

On days when I water the yard
I want to get wet to the core
As I point the hose to the sky
The wetness makes me crave for more

I want to see my sun catcher
Make the rainbows dance on my wall
And have multicolored sweet dreams
I want to wander through them all

When you take me for a long ride
I’ll let the wind dance with my hair
I want the music to be loud
What if people just stop and stare?

I want to laugh till my sides hurt
And the tears are just streaming down
I want people to be happy
So I play the part of the clown

They say life begins at forty
Now I know that it does for me
Don’t you dare try to bring me down
You know this 'girl' needs to feel free

Peter Pan’s not the only one
Who will stay forever this young
He’s got me for good company
You know, we have songs yet unsung

So…please, if I am eccentric
And acting a little insane
Remember that I’m passionate
So please, I beg you, don’t complain

And when I want to be ravished
Or to play a naughty love game
Don’t say that was for way back then
Don’t you dare try to make me tame

I desire to ingest life
At a mad and frenetic pace
I am desperate to feel the rain
Splashing down on my upturned face

You know that I must be sun kissed
And to spray on coconut spray
To do handstands in seawater
And to bask in this sun drenched day

I want to cry when things move me
I want to feel, to taste, to touch
I want to giggle like a girl
When something does please me so much

I’m sorry I disappoint you
Sorry I don’t act forty five
But before this life is over
I want to feel vibrant…alive!

Yet, I will try not to shame you
Try to tone it down just a bit
But my dear, this fact you must know
In your box, I surely don’t fit

Yes, you may think I’m 'immature'
And I may act much like a teen
But I’d rather be wild and free
Than captive to rules like a queen."

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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the poor man's hope - recited

The artiste's window gradually falling down
Holds the view of the prince's throne and crown
The ordered maidens, freely, the palace roams
Like leaves in autumn, dry, litter the roads

 “Fall on your wounded knees and withered faith”,
The new king speaks into the poor man’s face.
“I precede you on earth, would still up there”
And thus! The pauper’s hope replaced with fear.

The painter’s canvass slowly would make sense,
But only after seeming meaningless.
Instructed strokes of exotic brushes -
- All well worked by the artist’s lines in crossing.

In turns and shifts, swift swings and bad skitters,
Thorns and arrows pour down like blizzard in winter.
They pour upon him like a war ground victim
Even when all evil should be out of season.

i just had to enter
Still life’s vile tenderness unfolds a new trick,
Of all things on earth, he was the “lucky” pick,
It never fails to be true to him each time,
- Without him having to pay a wee dime.

Would pass the night wherever it found him,
Bypass, Roadside, however, he’d rest still.
He’d greet the dawn with his ominous tear,
And string some words into one in pray-er.

What life would hold again in a new day?
His dreams, through pain, can board a flight away.
So little he is, inside his meek heart,
Still deprived of all but his meager lads.

The pauper’s tears catch each dust the wheels have cast
The wheels of pride, and guile that would always pass
His wailing voice thrust swords into caring hearts
Calls for heaven (the place), since life on earth’s aghast.

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Real Men Don't Cry

I've always been an emotional type But as I've climbed life's ladder I've become this blubbering old duffer Eyeballs too close to my bladder At the drop of a phrase a wee bit sad Tears start welling up in my soul Words come out quite indiscernible Need interpreters to fill in the holes As a youngster had a definite impression It was never very manly to spout Since realized it's just a natural emotion So now I let it all hang out It's not that I have control anyway Keep trying but the teardrops still show It's a losing battle right from the start Might as well just go with the flow So if your screen begins filling up With buckets of wet salty tears Back away and try to save yourself Till again they sound the all clear © Jack Ellison 2013

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'Imagine'. Life's wurth without, 'imagination', could we iver contemplate creation? A gif' to have in oor ain mind's een, without it, nuthin' wundrous wid be iver seen. Rabbie."O wad some Power the giftie gie us to see oursels as ithers see us"! Wid that no' be a wundrous plus? Imagine if, oor een had that gif' tae see, aw' whit in life ,we wid luve tae be. As a lad, tae see aw' lass's ways, tae see their mind's een an' be ofay. Tae ken whit they imagine life tae be, whit they wid want aw' lad's tae see. An' as a lassy, tae ken aw' Lad's minds, an' their wishes, fur their ain mind's, tae find. An' dugs an' cats an' aw' wee creatures aw', tae see their wundrous thoughts we've niver saw. An' tae see through wee burdies eens, beautiful fields below o' verdant green. An' tae soar wae oor imagination free, Tae see life's wunders, in aw degrees. Tae feel , the sounds, and see the breeze, an imagine the thoughts o' aw' the trees. Fur oor minds tae feel like aw' the fluers, tae be coloured aw' day an' at ivery 'our. Banish Poverty wid a'ways be in oor minds, nae wars tae poverish aw mankind. Equal rights fur aw' creatures livin' oan this earth, let oor imagination gei strife the widest berth. Aye , Imagine if aw' that an' aw that could be, Nae sleekit thoughts o' oany degree. Jist the power tae see hoo ithers see life, Imagination tae banish, aw life's strife. Imagine tae rid oorsels o' aw life's disease, nae mair tae pay aw thay awsum fees. An if we could imagine ithers point o' view, nae need fur lawyers or the need tae sue. Oh a wush in sum wee way, aw' the wurld's folks kid be ofay. O 'the power o' imaginative thoughts, an' fur those thoughts niver tae be bought. See aw' ithers points o' view, fur free, Ithers views, as we wid like them tae see. Jist hoo wunnerful the wurld wid be fur us, a gigantic, brammer, humungus plus. A'ways, afore a lay ma heid doon tae sleep, Imagine guid things an' fur ma soul tae keep. Oh whit a brammer wundrous gif' Imagination,----- jist imagine. ----- If. The Auld Yin.

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15 Minutes Of Quatrain Fame Oxymoron

no matter how many
media are used
just a few will know
what's unique about you.

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Poetry On Poetry

In the deep of the night you'll find me thus
adrift in a sea of hand painted words.
Floating on empty till they fill me up
to a place where I can soar with the birds.

Skyward I travel and take in the sights.
Downward I spiral till nearly I fall.
Words are like angel's wings born in my soul.
With a pen in hand I feel ten feet tall.

When life brings me pain or fills me with joy
can't help but wrap my emotions in rhyme.
So goes the flow,the whimsical pattern.
All is remembered and given it's time.

This is my story now laid out in verse;
pages before me so ragged but pure.
Dream woven downpour streams into my heart.
Life's the affliction,poetry's the cure.

for contest"Poetry about poetry"
written Wednesday January 9th, 2013

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Different Weird Or Cracked

There's usually a balance tween sad and happy Somehow my brain's out of whack Certainly not saying I'm complaining or such Am I different or weird or cracked? Cracked or broken, ah maybe that's it Can only go by what I have learned Ya gotta be careful, must proceed with caution If not, you'll surely get burned The best thing to do is just take it slow Emotions can cloud your thinking Tread ever so lightly till you're sure it's right Then full steam ahead without blinking Someone out there is just waiting for you When you find them you'll know right away The trumpets will blow, the bells will ring Every day will be a red letter day I'm no expert but after seventy-eight years I've come to an astounding revelation From the moment we're born till the day we die Every day's an exciting celebration! © Jack Ellison 2013

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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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All Within Dreams

All Within Dreams (Poetic End Cap) Mixed with happiness and love Ever so joyful through the years Send with His blessings from above Each day more worthwhile without tears Should unexpected shadows glow With colors splashed upon the scene Each wonder of nature shall show Within a dream, it’s brighter green Now dark faded into dawning Glorious summer greeting day Yet the flowers are still yawning Gracefully the clouds are at play Yearning for flying way up there Endless around the golden moon Naked and without any care Evening heavenly special tune Erich J. Goller Copyright 5.27.2012
Poetic End Cap - Created by Rhoda Galgiani May 27, 2012 Four stanzas 16 lines total - 8 syllables each line The end letter will become the Cap letter at the beginning of the next line - Rhyming poetry form Rhyming sequence: a, c, b, d - e, g, f, h - I, k, j, l - m, o, n, p

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I hope my mistakes don't return to haunt me;
God, I pray, send your angels to guard me.
When the days I stray away from the plan,
Please, reach from the heavens with a helping hand.

©2014 Honestly JT

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I Am

I am but a simple man,
I try to do the best I can.
So many things get in my way,
I see the challenge of each day.

I am just a work undone,
I am a child of the sun.
As it shines, I grow strong,
I struggle, when it is gone.

Like a river that always flows,
When it rains, my pace grows.
I find peace at the sea.
It’s the place I long to be.

I am much like a flower,
Requiring food and a shower.
I grow taller in sunlight,
I can grow to any height.

All these things and many more,
I am a wave that greets the shore.
When I crash, I retreat,
I march to another beat.

I am part of all I hear and see,
They all make a home inside me.
When the moon is shining bright,
Darkness part, there is light.

I am but see what can be,
My hope is vast, like the sea.
I become a part of all I say,
Something no one can take away.

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House in the Storm

The storm wages on within the dark sky Dark grey clouds have erupted there within Rain does spurt downward nailing the soft ground Damaging that of nature and my skin It’s hard to see ahead to that old house With just a single dim light on upstairs To frighten those onlookers in the dark Evil seems to ooze out of the yard lairs Lightning strikes illuminating the yard I see only grass there, nothing special Nothing fearful was expressly shown there The imagination is quite loyal I was ashamed that I thought bad was there It was only a place of happiness Beauty was here even in the downpour I stand in the rain, with real stupidness Always the rain brings interest deep inside Whether or not it’s near a house that’s strange Or in a field of grass that looks so fine I love the rain, the glory on the range
Russell Sivey

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I just found out the truth

I just found out, that once the road ends Love will not wish to dance There, where the road ends The day stops hence! A road as curly as life With twists hidden in its carafe In which the coffee becomes faith And the aroma gives strength I just found out, that there may be a vision Yet, it is mere illusion Meant to brume our reason Coming throughout whatever be the season! I just found out, that once the road ends I shall have to rely on my own hands Pray, show me the way, oh long road Show me the way through the miracle of a word!

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The Finer Things

The finer things you can always receive,
It not what you think but what you perceive.
The things you want can come to you,
If to yourself you always remain true.

The finer things I haven’t gotten yet.
The future unfolds with what you’ll get.
It shall be yours to have and behold,
The story still remains, to be told.

The finer things can happen to you.
Hold them close to your heart and be true.
They come in time though you may wait,
All you dream of can become your fate.

The finer things shall become all you see,
They become a part of both you and me.
They were there for you to discover,
They can be found in a friend or lover.

The finer things become what I long,
Though life seems like the same old song.
Cherish what you have and you may get,
The finer things have not happened yet.

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Recalling all the tribulations in our life
The constant struggles, pain, disappointment and strife
The battles too often lost and too seldom won
Always forgetting the places where we begun.

As we push, toil, tarry and try to carry on
Neglecting the foundation we have built upon
Forgetting the values of a human heart
Paths we have trodden to gain worlds apart.

Now our memories fade, as we grow old
So many stories to tell, which are never told
The past is but a gift that we forgot to give 
To lives we have touched as we strove to live.

In our final days, our souls long for home
Drifting refrains of a forgotten song
Of hearts entwined, in the worlds face we frown
Husha, Husha we all fall down.


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Love And Laughter

The funnies are stealing back into my soul They've never really strayed very far Both love and laughter make a great pair It's the place I latch on to my star Laughing they say is good for your ticker Got a pretty strong heart this old man From first light of day till the very last glimmer Love and laughter go hand in hand Makes the world spin, well certainly mine Sometimes have a tendency to get down With uncontrollable things that happen in life Smile brightly and banish the frowns Just tell yourself a silly old groaner But try hard to keep a straight face People around you will slowly back away And quietly give you some space The funnies are back but not all the way But stay tuned and trust me I say Has this old guy ever lied to you before Let's not go there... just have a nice day! © Jack Ellison 2013

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I got one unique smile;
Noticeable even from a mile.
Behold me with your eyes
sure, blood bathes my face

Don't mistake my closeness
nor ever encase me in sweetness.
I am no enchantress
as this my widest grin...

Smiling in joys and pains
as though nothing in vain.
Love, hope and faith I retain.
Indeed, keeping me sane.

(c) Olive ELoisa

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With despair I called into the dark
Is anyone there to hear my plea
No indication of the way to go...
Adrift on a black and sullen sea.

From the void a voice cried out
Use your head but follow your heart
The tide will take you home again
Given time the clouds will part

From a time before remembering
My ship safely nudged the shore
The questions that have no answers
Till the end, man will still explore

Boomerrang Contest

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The Country, Not the Fish

The time for departure has come,
Can you believe it?
It's off to Wales I go,
The country, not the fish!

It'll be 25 hours worth of flying
And layovers... (I too question my sanity)
But what fun it will be
To defy gravity so effortlessly!

I've never flown before
So wish me the best of luck
I hope my debit gets accepted
Because I'm bringing digits not bucks!

My uncle, aunt and cousin will greet me
When I get there,
As I take it all in, at long last breathing,
That European air!

You're probably thinking geez, another rhyme!
What is it with this guy?
But you see I just recently purchased my ticket
So... bye bye!

I've been saving my money
A couple years for this!
So it's off to Wales I go,
The country, not the fish!

NOTE: I'm very happy to say that this is not fictional on my part. I'm actually going to the UK in none other than 5 days!! I'm very excited and wanted to let everyone know that I'll be on this trip for a good three and a half weeks (so I will not have a lot of time to get on P-Soup... but rest assured I have not left the site!)

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Need Time Management

I started a class for kids recently.
It’s fulfilling, but takes up so much time.
I’ve work ‘til five, and class ‘til eight, roughly.
If I’m to sleep, nothing is left for rhyme.

If I choose poetry instead of dreams,
I’m unable to write verse the next day.
It’s as difficult a fix as it seems.
In the end, my mind’s forfeit to decay.

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The more things seem to be changing
The more they stay the same
We must adapt and go with the flow
Because change is the name of the game

We struggle to keep our heads above water
There are times it's a losing battle
A life long struggle to make ends meet
At times we're like a herd of cattle

However when reaching our senior years
When pressures seem less intense
It's nice to sit back and reflect on our life
And remember the happy events

It's then we realize what life's all about
Not about how many possessions
It's being happy and content in our skin
And using our time left with discretion

The more things seem to be changing
The more they stay the same

© Jack Ellison 2012

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It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate

Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way

The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds

Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong

The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent

I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn

There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers

Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate

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Maybe Find Love Twice

So many times I've thought of you
when silence filled my day
Sometimes a smile would come to me
but seldom would it stay

At times those moments hurt so bad
I often called your name
An overwhelming avalanche
emotions unrestrained 

Sometimes I’d lay awake at night
and try to think it through
But truth would always close the doors
some things I can’t undo

I hope in time I’ll find a way
to turn the page in life
A chapter filled with happiness
and maybe find love twice

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At The Crack Of Dawn

Up bright and early at the crack of dawn Seems that's been my routine forever Don't wanna waste a single damn moment Don't wanna miss a single thing ever Time seems forever when we're youngun's Old age is a bunch of decades away Then all of a sudden it jumps up and bites us Celebrated your 60th birthday today Talk about the years literally flying by Seems like they're in overdrive they do Here's some news you young whipper snappers Soon be waving your young life, adieu Sure didn't start out to write a downer Guess my age is starting to catch up Usually I'm over the top with the happy stuff So back to wagging my tail like a pup! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Spanish Rose

                                          My heart stays inside my chest;
                                            You are only wishful thinking.
                                        Though it's you I'd like to impress,
                                    This sleeve won't feel my heart beating.


                                                  ©2014 Honestly JT

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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

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Her Reluctant Farewell

I take one last look at your disappointed face
As one glistening tear slides down your cheek
But I no longer wish to stay in this place
A life of adventure I wish to seek

The romance we kindled must come to a close
Our relationship ends now that I’m to depart
I do wish that this breakup were not so morose
Only I have committed that my life shall restart

As you look at me from the balcony above
And I at you from the street below
I bless you with my everlasting love
Adieu, my dear for now I must go.

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Inside Stories

Nobody knows your dirty clothes,
Like your best friends do.
The small detail that few know,
Back roads that lead to you.

©2014 Honestly JT

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A defiant beat banging on my ear drums in
The cool evening air, and under the stars I become
Free – leaping, and leering at the walls of my prison
And behold: I am no more; I was dead, but I have risen

There are no rules and limitations - Congratulations
I pat myself on the back: this was my graduation
I can do anything, I can go anywhere - life is a game
I found my way out of this maze; a new man I became

I thought of you, too and everything you have to go through
When they tell you you`re just a thinking animal in a zoo
I hope you`ll find love, patience, and some light in the dark
Next time stay, and together we’ll walk through the park

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Perennial Youth

Oh the days of summer will soon be upon us To warm us and fill us with joy Those bright sunny days and cool starlit nights So sweetly our spirits they buoy Gone through a bunch of these halcyon days At my age I should be blasé No matter the number each one's still a joy Like my very first summer's day What wonders this dear old world still creates Each year after year without fail The predictors of doom keep warning us guys But still a new summer we hail So now that I've reached my senior years I've come to realize a truth With many triumphs and some sad events Life shares a perennial youth © Jack Ellison 2013

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Day by day the struggles come
and questions start to mass
Answers seem so hard to find
the heavens are as brass

I’ve used up all my lessons learned
and hope is fading fast
Got to find another way
to make so little last

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The Sun

A bright, blinding disc,
Impossible to miss. 
Only during the day, 
When kids are out to play. 

It radiates warmth and love, 
Shining with brilliance from above. 
Children squeal and dogs bark, 
All in the beauty of the park. 

Without the sun life would've been a dream, 
Instead we have cool, purified streams. 
Some of which came from water in the drain, 
Which evaporated and came down as rain!  

The sun is our companion and our friend, 
Who will be with us till the very end. 
Without it we have no life, no fun, 
So spend lots of time with our friend the sun! 

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Reflections Of Life

What makes us act the way we do
Is it something buried deep in our genes?
Programmed to live our whole life through
Never able to alter the scene?

Are we all merely here to play a role
That's been predetermined by fate?
Can we redirect the path we're following
If we're heading for a life second rate?

Don't get me wrong, my life's been great
There's nothing I'd really like to change
Perhaps a little more stability would be nice
Though I might find that a wee bit strange

Everybody thinks it would be better “if”
But “if” has certain strings attached
Shouldn't go there, the results could be bad
Don't mess with the path that's been mapped

Just be happy with the skin that you're in
Your life will take its own twists and turns
If you just try to live an exemplary life
Loads of happiness will be yours in return

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Not a moment

Not a moment to introspect,
At least shed a tear
Not a moment to remorse,
Or even grill the fear

Not a moment not thinking,
And yet so dazed
Not a moment for deep breath,
Not a second, I'm afraid.

Not a moment to feel,
Or sadden over a loss
Not a moment to correct
Or even act cross

Not a moment to be happy
Or acknowledge a need
Not a moment for life
Not a moment indeed.

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The Mystery of Life

A bitter cold has settled in
and snow is falling fast...
The old oak trees have shed their leaves
another year has passed...

It seems like time is moving on
a pace I can't explain...
Just yesterday the leaves were green
now winter's here again...

When I was young the days were long
with so much time to spare...
Today a sense of urgency
to hurry and prepare....

The mystery speaks within my mind
our youth we cannot keep…
A time to flourish and rejoice
and then we too must sleep…

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I woke to you exploring my coastline
finger tracing every hidden, jutted stone
weathered wood
and whipping titanium grass

Your muffled voice in the dark
filling up the creaking tide pools
in india ink
careless and velvet

I find I can only proceed
when it is accidentally breathed in
By muttering into your mouth
words that feel full like marbles, such as:

'I don’t want to say I love you any more'
And so, You flitted in the dark, like a feathery moth
For one singular moment
until I was fairly sure that you were dead

You once told me that you used to fear
I would explode like a firecracker in your hand
Leave you stranded
in gas station bathrooms with leaky mirrors.

Forget to pack your lunch before bed
Slip you words into your pocket
That linger sourly all the day
I'll even forget to write the Christmas cards on time

Faithfully, I remind you 
of the fast filling swimming lessons in turquoise green
The abrasive pad of your finger sending me drifting-
though I am tethered hundreds of thousand years beneath  

You wake me instead from starry night dreams
the sound of coffee pots brewing 
pushing open the airways in my lungs, taking hold
to root themselves in clay instead of dream. 

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The Pause Button

I’m pressing the pause button
So certain it will be fine
I’m not going to rewind
No, not doing that this time

Not going to hit fast forward
I really don’t want to age
And though at times I’m tempted
The stop button I’ll not engage

No….will hit the pause button
I’m going to stretch out this time
Going to savor each moment
In this love hour divine

I’m going to live each second
I’m going to make time stand still
For now I’m omnipotent
I can do it and….. I will

I’m going to press the pause button
Be oblivious to time
I’ll make you forget all else
Except that right now….you’re mine.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Somebody help me, I don't understand Why people are so damn up tight Not like we're gonna be around forever To age ninety or a hundred we might Our society needs to mellow out Our tickers weren't meant for this stress The average lifespan of a healthy male Could be quite a bit longer, my guess Times we're living in is surely a factor The pace of life is astounding We no sooner marry and raise a family When into old age we go bounding Guess I kinda rushed you through life Didn't mean to dampen your dreams But oh for the laid back days of the past Or at least that's how they seemed © Jack Ellison 2013

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Life Is An Adventure

First you learn to crawl around Then give a step a chance Bit by bit you learn to talk And not to wet your pants When it’s time to go to school Get on the bus and go It’s scary to be on your own With kids that you don’t know Then you enter puberty And share that first time kiss A few bouts of puppy love Then a love you can’t resist Wedding bells, a honeymoon A family would be swell Diapers, bibs, a rocking chair Night time stories you will tell Start planning for retirement You’ve got grandkids all around Wrinkles come from nowhere You know you’re slowing down Now you reached the golden years It’s time to just have fun Take a nap, do what you want Your race on earth is done

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I Smile

The tables have turned
A new chapter in my book
I was giving up hope
But risked a second look

Strolling into my life
With speckled shoulders and toothy smile
Saves me from it all
Tells me holding on could be worthwhile

A raging, fast current
Leaves me head over heels
Changing souls into fire
Rather than rusting steel

In a look there was love
That had never been spoken
Mending and healing
The things that should never be broken

Life and love just keeps growing
And I’ve stopped biting my tongue
I’m collapsed in a heap of smiles
And I feel fresh air replete my lungs

My heart thumping felicity
Through my once hollow veins
Accepting all of life
And cleaning out the stains

Dancing on my toes
Eager for your lips
That have shown me what’s real
Replaced old life’s script

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Summer Dream

What do I have to
look forward to?
Maybe, it's who and
I long for the day
when I'll see you,
And your smiling
face again.

©2014 Honestly JT

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Possibilities displayed now
Displeased with choices left and right 
Adversities direct the bow
Pisces bossy soul take your flight 

Beauties not necessarily
Abilities blessed; family 
Accessories to use; gaily
Activities bounce to daily__ 


A form called a Lento
The starting word of each line rhymes
It has several end rhyming scheme 
but this one is the simple abab, cdcd

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Goodnight, My Love

My head’s upon my pillow Still light enough to see How lucky I truly am By the face in front of me She doesn’t even know it As shadows bless her face I will follow her anywhere At any time, to anyplace She’s my feather in the wind The floating guide before my eyes I’ll follow her forever Wherever she so flies My inspiration and my muse She’s a feather from a dove My one and only forever She’s my one and only love Her silence, there, is beauty Her scent, of angel’s breath I’m enslaved to all she is My strength, there’s nothing left I am weakened sure and like it If it means to share her life As my eyes close on my pillow Good night my love, my wife She’s my feather in the wind The floating guide before my eyes I’ll follow her forever Wherever she so flies My inspiration and my muse She’s a feather from a dove My one and only forever She’s my one and only love

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My Little Paradise

It's nestled in a mountain range  
and far from city lights
A place of gentle solitude…
my little paradise

Oasis from another life
where time slows down its pace
A haven from insanity…
the madness of the race

A simple place I now call home
surrounded by a stream
Moonbeams grace the sky at night
and laughter fills my dreams

The giant pine trees touch the sky
mountains topped with snow
The forest hides its treasure trove
at night the afterglow

I couldn’t ever ask for more
each day a new surprise
Another chance to distance me
from tragedy and lies

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Hope I Don't Wake Up Dead

The time is fast approaching We'll be on the move once more Our life has had a number of chapters Wondering what's next in store I'm filled with great expectations Can't imagine what lies ahead Really hope things don't turn nasty And one day I wake up dead! Sure would miss all the good things Like watching the kiddies at play Or a picnic in our favourite park Trying to keep the bugs away Must admit there's a couple of things Wouldn't have to worry bout no more Like credit cards maxed to the hilt Or fighting on distant shores No more cares about rush hour traffic Or the noisy neighbours next door Couldn't care less about the World Series Won't care if I don't hear the score Tornados, hurricanes, fires and floods Would be someone else's worry I'll be sitting in a big easy chair up yonder Absolutely no more reason to hurry The time is fast approaching Knew it would come sooner or later Been ready now for a bunch of years To ride the “UP” elevator © Jack Ellison 2013

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Complicated Simplicity

She’s fighting me all the way.
She won’t hear it.
It’s a definite detriment, 
to the spirit.

Perhaps it’s the way 
I’m presenting it,
She wastes our time,
just resenting it.

The Lord somehow
Has me in training,
and uses these heartaches,
for explaining.

“There, there now,
  My little fool,
  It’s so simple,
  My Golden Rule.”

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Today is Present

Nine o'clock of yesterday Is different from nine o'clock of today Aside from being a different date, It is also from a different day. Cause the world keeps spinning So you should keep holding On things that are nothing And on things that are everything. Things of today should be cherish Do not regret the things of the past that had perished And be careful on the things of the future you wish So that you may not blame yourself at the end. Because yesterday is a history Tomorrow is a mystery And today is a gift, That is why it is called present.

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What Am I

I flow like the river and fall like a spring
Dazzling many like a pugilist on a ring,
Interact with many people and classes,
Making young men to raise their glasses.

Racism and apartheid are not in my book,
Even though I`m  finer than a brook,
Making beautiful girls to dance like stars,
And dealers and entertainers ride in posh cars.

I make sorrow varnish like faint smile
Making sportmen to go the extra mile,
Causing the rise and fall of thermometers,
Brains beclouded for moving on few meters.

To help men solve their problems this I crave,
Yet I`ve led many into crime and the grave,
Scientists plan to wed me with gasoline,
Which makes me better than formalin.

So,what am I?

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All that I know

I think of friends, ones I hold dear,
They live in my heart and always are near.
They provide light on days that are dark,
I search for a place to make my mark.

The sun sets, it’s been a long day,
Not enough time seems to get in my way.
I see what is done with much more to do,
I search for truth, but what is true?

Darkness surrounds yet stars guide me home,
When I think of my friends I don’t feel so alone.
I watch as some of the pieces join together. 
The sky is clear, no change in the weather.

I look up at the sky and begin to dream,
Was today really part of the scheme?
Some things change though many are the same,
I wonder if I’m getting any better at this game.

I watch headlights come and then they go,
The red of tail lights is all that does show.
It reminds me of time as it all disappears
With all that has passed I shed a couple tears.

I wonder what’s up above all the clouds.
Is the gateway to heaven what they shroud?
I think of a place much grander than this,
Where beauty is everywhere surrounded by bliss.

I drift back to earth much like a feather.
I try to keep all my thoughts together.
Inside I feel this calmness just grow,
Then it’s revealed all that I know.

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We don't want our love ones to hue and cry
Thus, Everytime we contrive to survive
From the inside out, We must give the eye
Because... one hard word to say is goodbye

2:15 AM

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Goofy Stuff

In her lifetime, a cow produces Two hundred thousand glasses of milk Wow, they must be total wrecks After a hundred they must start to wilt Your average domestic cat bombs along At about thirty-one miles an hour Especially if old family dog, Rover Is attempting her hide to devour Did you know that old George W. Bush Was once a cheerleader in college I'll bet your life is finally complete Since I passed on that bit of knowledge People spend over three and a half years Whiling away life on the can Headstones should be shaped like toilets And also be equipped with a fan There's a town in PA called Intercourse I wonder what prompted the townsfolk To call their town such a provocative name Guess it was their idea of a joke Studies show most Australian women Will have sex on the very first date Booking my ticket tomorrow morning Heard their climate there is great Seems the next place after the bedroom Most people have sex in the car I'm writing this poem from the back seat Of my gorgeous Nissan GT-R A thousand birdies die each year From smashing headlong into windows Sure not the smartest of God's little creatures Just one step up from the minnow Okay, just a bit more of this crazy talk Then I really must take my leave You lose weight by just smelling bananas I find that quite hard to believe! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Faery Stars

May the stars blend together and sprinkle To spread its magic dust down onto me The faeries all live en mass in the sky I feel their delightful glow constantly The stars are extremely prosperous here Falling down they deliver and go shoot It’s the dust that makes them so powerful The source of their talent, the center root I enjoy the harmony they cherish The sky is present with their memory An entrance to the heavens through their grace A festival for their mind I agree Faeries come over to express themselves The very sight of them make the stars shine Magic dust arrives in bunches right now Sprinkling down onto me by its design
Russell Sivey

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Melodies dancing in my head
so precious to my soul           
The songs we sang so long ago
emotions they control

Some take me to another time
when  I was so naive
They fit so perfect in my life
they shaped what I believe

Some held me in the worst of times
while others set me free
Some were so precious in my youth
they often spoke to me

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Big Brother Is Watching

Haven't got time for those cynical people They're never gonna drag me down Life's too short for whining and complaining In their own negativity they drown For twenty-four seven it's non-stop paranoia Can't imagine living that way On the sunniest day their sun doesn't shine I rather spend time making hay Suspecting the government's watching us Taping us each time we pee Had no idea things had gotten that serious Why such interest in little old me Well I'm just gonna go on my merry old way More important things on my mind Like feeding Dufus and my persian cat Lily A good way to stay sane I find Haven't got time for those cynical people There's exciting stuff to explore This friendly old planet is beckoning me So I'm off to open more doors © Jack Ellison 2013

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Ink Stains

                                     You've tried to hit me with a pick-up truck,
                                            But instead you caught the train.
                                            Thinking you had the game won,
                                            I was the one to say checkmate.


                                                     ©2014 Honestly JT

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Fixing Me

The time away has cleared my mind
I now can move ahead...
For months so much uncertainty
with phantoms in my head...

The issues are now clear to me
I wandered from my course...
I tried to fill an emptiness
and now so much remorse...

I have to learn to look within
to work on fixing me...
To purge away the ugly things
so I can then be free...

All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013

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The Pied Piper

The Pipers coming to your town
please have the crowd come out     
The politicians pass the hat
then leave to screams and shouts

Their hearts are cold and very dark
they grin from ear to ear
I promise you they say out loud
behind the smile they sneer

Slinging mud and digging dirt
we see it with our eyes
Behind the scenes they plot and scheme
then fill us with more lies

Oh won’t you give me four more years
I’ll give you what you want
The band begins to play their song
God bless you then they vaunt

Their truth is not reality
we're at their beck and call                 
Their legions of hypocrisy
are portioned out for all

Oh Piper I am here for you
you clearly have my vote
I know I can believe in you 
my hundred dollar note

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Nowhere Fast

It's hard to drive forward
Looking in the rear view mirror 
I'm driving really fast
To get away from here

When did my life become
A country song cliche
Should I pick up a guitar
To sing my blues away

If I had me a dog
It would leave me real soon
The Worlds driving me crazy
A perpetual full moon

Feelings of confusion
Several forks in the road
It's tough to keep going
Under a heavy load

That girl called to Jesus 
Asked him to take the wheel
I really do get it
It finally seems so real

No more looking backwards
I hum too a different beat
Life is a lot less stressful
I like the passenger seat

I know my destination
Will be where I need to go
I was going nowhere fast
Jesus says let's take it slow

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Decaying Stairs

I can sense the stairway It goes on and on upwards The stairs are decaying Beyond, continue onwards I don’t know where they go As they stop before the top They bring an eerie feel Rustic looking as they stop There is moss that grows here Giving a feel of great awe I would sure walk this path But the path looks like it’s raw Ancient this path crumbles I can’t venture that much more Path has beauty inside Inside by its life and lore
Russell Sivey Form Quatrain 6/7/6/7

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Prayer of Sorrow

Lord, please forgive the wrong I do,
Don't let it take me far from you,
Teach me to live, and learn, and pray,
As you wish, dear Lord, today.

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Don't Blink

Looks at the world with curious eyes
The only purpose is to feed and sleep
Responds happily to gentle touch
Babes don't see the world deep.

Learning to try and succeed
Learning to try and fail
Emitting their first sounds with meaning
Toddlers for the world set sail.

Putting pen to paper and making crooked shapes
That grown ups call words
No worries yet for them to face
Children still free as birds.

Temptations, pressure, worries, and stress
Longing, loss, and first loves
Wondering what is in store for them
Teenagers reach for stars above.

Jobs and children keeping them busy
Responsibilities on their backs
Spouse and friends' loves keeping them strong
Adult's burden only slightly slack.

Looking back at all those years
Of joy and laughter and pain
Elders say don't blink your eyes
Or you'll miss the whole darn thing.

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The Tea Drops

Just a little, maybe a few drops
In a cup that was once full
For you_tea just like you wanted_tops
But there is some left that was cull

Well at least once you thought 
That you really wanted it
Not like some of that you bought
Or acquired through other means__get

So is life filling of the cup
Drinking it up until almost empty
Left to be dumped not savored sup
A pity the last drops are the best of tea

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Have You Ever

Have you ever ‘Melted in someone’s arms?’ You have heard this one said often Have you ever ‘Drowned in a kiss’? Have you ever felt your ‘Heart soften’? Have you ever been struck, by a ‘thunder bolt?’ This one sounds if it would hurt, Do you think you ever ‘Lost the plot?’ Or ever “Lost your shirt” Have you been ‘Twisted around someone’s little finger’ Or ‘thrown caution’ to the wind.’ Sometimes it’s not good to linger, Especially if you sinned... Have you ‘Fallen in love’ or ‘Trembled with desire?’ ‘Battled with your conscience’ or had your ‘Soul set on fire’. Have you ever ‘Thrown a tantrum’ or ‘Covered up your tracks?’ Have you ever ‘Caught a cold, given up the ghost, or even hit the sack’? Have you ever ‘Struck a deal’, or even ‘Hit the target.’ Looking back on these lines, I hope that you don’t for-get How life can seem quite harsh sometimes, just look down at the list From hitting Fighting Falling, even doing a twist Life is quite exhausting, when the only thing I caught, It wasn’t good or exciting, it wasn’t something I bought It’s a germ from times of old, from days of time forgotten I woke up this morning with a cold, and I am feeling rotten. So I think on my second thought, because the first one I dismissed That today I’ll stop in bed and I may even try to get … …drunk.
© ~GG~2011

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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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What An Easy Life We Lead

Remember the days before computers Seems like they've been around forever Life was simpler or that's how it seemed Methinks today's much simpler however Hard to recall the big hassle it was Making a simple deposit at the bank Had to get there before closing at three Banker's hours were short to be frank What about shopping at the grocery store Needed cash or you were poop outta luck Unless you saw a friend and asked for a loan And he forks over a couple of bucks Now you can order movie tickets online Is there anything more convenient than that No more standing in a long line in the cold Bundled up in a coat, scarf and a hat We can even file our tax returns online We don't even need to mail them anymore No, today is a very much simpler life We can now take daily naps and snore © Jack Ellison 2014

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If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Trying to express what we say
Sometimes words are just not enough
We surely need some other way

If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Couldn't show our utter disgust
About this and that about ying and yang
About which politician not to trust

If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Frustration would rear its head
Valium would surely be the drug of choice
So we use the bad finger instead

If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
No words are clearer than this
Talk to the hand 'cause the face ain't listening
A sign you surely can't miss

If we didn't have hands we'd all be mute
Need to just take a very deep breath
There's nothing that's really that important
Sometimes lose it myself, must confess

© Jack Ellison 2012

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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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Day's End

Day's end, when the curtain is pulled across the land
I sit and watch and drink in  the beauty that I see
Shadows by the gate spread and cover the garden
Until only the faint outline of the day is left to me

The  scent of evening comes sweetly on the breeze
Lavender from the field, damp earth near the pond
Trailing roses brush my cheek, and the crickets call
Content with the now, no thought to the days beyond

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In the Frozen Air

The cold air reaches the frigid bottom Freezing the hillside completely on through There’s nothing that you can do to stop it So frozen the trees start to snap in two Ice forms on many trees that are intact So cold the trees look so poor and distraught Landscape is so littered with snowy trees They look as if they’re frozen a whole lot There’s risk that they could fall at any time On a hillside that sure isn’t good news An avalanche could form from its falling Rolling down into town and right on through It’s so cold there’s a chance this could happen Trees have fallen with little more than this I would take heed and go around this hill And wait until this cold snap surely lifts
Russell Sivey

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-Day One-

Day one, the Earth seems not to miss a beat I’m newly married to my poetry Seeming the beginning of a new start Loving link will last an eternity We’ve a bond that is inseparable Nothing like it in the whole world today Only other poets can understand Words that pour out is what we want to say Though expressed in ways that’s quite allusive Mysterious and charming is the way Loving and daring dynamically Proposed is what’s shown, alive on each day Day two is completion of the poem So secluded it has hidden between The facet and beam with life’s illusion Trying to show just what is truly seen Into the world of poetry I go Hoping that I fit in with my efforts Not knowing here if I surely do now I’m humbled every day by the experts
Russell Sivey Contest: Day One (you decide) Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A 6/28/2013

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Lack of perspective 
on a burdensome life
leaves us in pieces
near a sharpened, slick knife.

Smashing heads yet again,
to the wall I beat mine,
trying to break through
to our friendship in time.

My appearance lacks 
motivation and heart,
locked away in my mind,
I am falling apart.

I don't treat such a treasure
like one should be loved,
stopped giving time of day to 
my friend from above.

Care too much 
and stow it all away,
making it look like I don't care
whether you leave me or stay.

A painful gut feeling may 
nibble at my gray heart,
but I just fear the truth
and I don't know where to start.

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Try to catch the wind

I sit and watch the sun go down
I think perhaps myself I found
This is the time when memories begin
I might as well try to catch the wind.

The skies grow dark I see the stars
I dream of Jupiter and of Mars
The moon looks like it has grinned
I might as well try to catch the wind.

It always starts as it gets dark
This emptiness inside my heart
Perhaps I think I may have sinned
I might as well try to catch the wind.

The sun comes up to greet the dawn
I can’t believe it took so long
The skies are where my hopes are pinned
I might as well try to catch the wind.

Things will come and go away
Perhaps it will be better today
The world shall turn my knees get skinned
I might as well try to catch the wind.

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Kiss the Rain

After I woke up this morning, I saw I walked whilst the rain poured down on my head I for sure loved running within each drop I kiss the rain, blessings I held instead The rain flowed down on my body, around Blending with my being all that I am I hold the rain in the palm of my hand There’s so much rain, I do love her, madam She leaves such an imprint onto my hand A feminine form bolstered onto me Signaling a born love of the warm rain Something that I have always loved completely I kiss the rain, as if I’ll never see… Like I’ll never see rain ever again Holding the lovely droplets near my heart It’s the best feeling that has ever been
Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Kiss The Rain" contest 2/22/2013

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Light in Darkness

I lost myself in dense darkness Leading into a quagmire-like place My mind do have shrewdness But this time it's not the case Only fools lead owns self astray In the place of no light Where it's senseless to take flight Place's price you need to pay There is a place of light But why go to the night It shows we are foolish We make our own life hellish Indeed, most of the time we are idiotic But need not to be frantic Because by God light was created So that in darkness we can be guided

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Lips are such funny things
They stop your face from fraying
But they are also powerful things
You get what I am saying…

They can say hello and say goodbye
With just a little touch
A little adjustment is sexy
And you needn’t try too much…

In innocence a kiss on the head
Of the child upon your knee
They are powerful things these lips of ours
We need to use them prop-er-ly…

They can cause skin to tingle
 And makes our bodies glow.
They can even snuff a candle out
With just a little blow.

We use them every day
These lips that are so sweet
We need to control them sometimes
They can make our knees go weak.

They cause tingling in places 
We didn’t know we had
They can look so delicious
 And that isn’t half bad.

Trouble they can bring and hurt
When they leave a mark upon his shirt
These lips of ours are powerful weapons, and use them wisely we must.
Keep on using moisturiser, so they don’t feel like gritty dust

Lips that glisten just as they are kissed
Lips that glow just after
The warmth that spreads from our lips
In joyful united laughter.

So pucker up all you out there
And say what you need to say 
With your lips in kisses or with words
And have a wonderful day.
© ~GG~ 2011

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A Deeper Understanding

When I was young the way ahead was clear,
The simple choices lay in front of me,
But easy street is such an empty one,
And I forgot the thrill of living free.

My heart must rue the blindness that held me,
The chances missed as I embraced my fear,
Those nightly dreams I thought could ne’er be mine
When walls of doubt denied all I held dear.

My eyes opened within a leap of faith,
And I stepped out of normality’s line,
I took a chance to live and be myself,
And there I saw my life could now be mine.

My heart may break into helpless despair
So it may know the wonder of a kiss,
To know love is to know bitterest pain
But love, wondrous love, makes life what it is. 

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Geneve lives in fantasies
her way to cope in life
Horrific tales of child abuse
great bitterness and strife

At times she tries to open up
but rage soon takes its toll
A wounded spirt trapped in time
her pain she can't control

A twisted mind destroyed her life
the scars are deep within
The battles rage within her mind
each day they start again

It's hard to understand just how
someone could hurt a child
A court in heaven will convene
the deeds are all compiled

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Philosophical what does that mean?
Calm in the face of difficulties unseen
Maybe I should philosophise
Discuss in a philosophical manner, what a surprise…

Philosophy, the study of the meaning of life and knowledge on life’s outlook
Nah, not into that I’d rather read a good book
Haven’t got time to philosophise or speak philosophy
Just got time to throw some words out for you to read with me.

Feeling a little glum the weather is depressing
But does the rain really wet you, if no ones out there dressing?
Did the tree make a noise when it fell in down in the wood
Who cares I wasn’t there so it doesn’t do me any good.

Worrying about this or that if you are not around to hear it
Life’s to short my good friend lets live it a little bit
Tress may fall and rain may tumble, but life still goes on
So no more philosophy for the day, it's time I did get on 
© 29/08/2012 ~GG~

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Upon a Bed of Petals

Upon a bed of petals

We became like Gods in murals

There, we burnt all our passion

By letting go of all our negation

Upon a bed of petals

I heard the Angels' recitals

When love bells are rung

When love songs are sung

Upon a bed of petals

I saw opening all those portals

Leading to the solace of your arms

Melting faced with the wrath of your charms

Upon a bed of petals

We bid life to show us the boreals

Given to us by a grace of the Lord

When He was merciful enough to give us his word

Upon a bed of petals

I became lost in depths, abysmals

There, in your eyes,

Was the expanse of the skies

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Free For All in the Forest

Each spring the pine trees become quite distraught 
considering it a mere childish ploy
that neighb'ring maple trees without much thought
must litter the ground with their silly toys.

The willful maple trees with tensity 
find life each fall extremely distressing
since pine needles have a propensity
for clutter by untidy undressing.

The hybrid elms proposed a postulate
attempting proof that those who are living
with a roommate's rude failure to placate
must learn the pensive art of forgiving. 

The plan was to establish parity
between the two trees, the maple and pine,
by having each tree speak a parody
putting the other's habits on the line.

Sadly the prose from the trees went south bound
when a pedantic oak cast its acorns
like aspersions upon their common ground
and the gum shed its sap on the hawthorns.

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Minds locked up and howling for the sound of thunder. 
Oh what sorrows come to us amidst our nights of wonder. 
A blur in the day of a life so familiar, 
so striking so loud, so intrinsically peculiar.

Shifting, aggressive silhouettes, amongst the nightly creature. 
Of which shows our face, but never cares to enlighten us deeper. 
And the question of these nights so dire, 
Comes from the heart the mind, the body of desire.

For in the truthful light of our existence, we’ve thought of the dreamer. 
A passion of withdrawal from oneself, from us, from a creator. 
For life was never meant to be any stranger, 
then the midnight howls, of a dreamer.

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Chances took

When days were young and carefree,
he was young, took chances, too...
anything at all girls wanted,
that’s the thing that he would do.

Mattered not what consequence
resulted from the act,
there was not a chance in hell
that he could take it back.

Many came, the chances took,
sadder, his heart would break,
“Oh, that’s the way of life!” they'd say.
“Don’t pout, for goodness sake!”

Despite his cost, their needs fulfilled,
what all he gave they’d all embrace.
Footloose was life and fancy free,
but love he never could replace.

Someone, once, had said to him,
“Venture naught, and naught you'll gain!”
But, every chance he took for love
wrought him naught but deeper pain.

Each chance he took, colder his heart
until the day would come,
that he’d look back in recompense
to rue his chance-took sum.

You see, his craving heart had starved
from childhood to a man,
that life had so deprived of love
before his life began...

can now recall each time it was
that he’d gave all he could,
that taught him in the end of it,
some chances are no good.

So, choose well your chances
and value who you are,
for who you hold and holds you back
says much of you, by far.

Please, judge him not, he’ll not judge you...
well he knows, your chances took;
for, love’s now took a chance on him,
and he's since ~ been off the hook.

    Rascal Jones
    ©1 Oct 2011

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Where should I begin,
And where would this road lead?
So, how will the story end,
When these roadblocks are set between?

©2014 Honestly JT

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Christmas Biography


Five are one, loving each another
I was last of the Jolly children.
Cedar tree from the woods, I ‘member
my fifth Christmas in ’50.

Jovial times for the five of us
the mistletoe and snow uncommon.
We had holly Jolly Christmases
before Burl Ives in ’60.  

Ten more years added two grandkids quick
when brother wed his sweetheart and friend.
Kids once more wait for jolly St. Nick
toy gifts to buy in ’70.

When next the decade finds me checking
I’m a wife, mother and aunt again.
This season three extras come decking
the Jolly halls ’80.

We add a son. My oldest niece weds.
“Jolly” tables now serve six and ten. 
Fourth generation – her two “great” kids 
help Christmas rock in ’90.

Death takes its toll, both parents succumb.
Divorce claims two, four go to heaven.
New mates are found and babies still come
Christmas was rough in ’2000.

No more gath’rings of Jolly’s in sync
but love still counts, I number the kin.
We’re up to thirty-three now I think
my sixty-fifth Christmas 2010.

*My maiden name is Jolly which adds a lot of fun and joking especially at Christmas time.
Heart's Warmth Contest

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Only Love Can Break Your Heart

Yes, only love can break your heart,
 Take your world and tear it apart.
Best to be sure right from the start,
The sun shines as clouds do part.

I try to remember but then I forget,
So many dreams turn into regret.
I reach for something but I’m not there yet,
So much in life seems to ride on a bet.

The sun awakes and shines in my eyes,
With nowhere to hide I lose my disguise.
Love is not something that money can buy,
I watch to see another day pass by.

As time passes I just drift away,
I seem to get lost in things that you say.
I wish for change, perhaps it may,
I was hoping this time some could stay.
It starts to get hot as thoughts melt together,
I get lost in a dream filled with white heather.
They say there might be a change in the weather,
Still I drift away and float much like a feather.

I can’t forget how it was in the start,
Nothing could ever tear us apart.
Sometimes it was like some kind of fine art.
Only to realize that love can break your heart.

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Early Bird Special

Heard that the early bird catches the worm By now I should have a real big batch I'm always up at the crack of dawn With a feeling of exhilaration unmatched Joyfully welcoming that big yellow ball Singing some happy little ditty Even if I won a million dollars in the lotto Couldn't be happier, well maybe an itsy bitsy Wish everybody could feel this amazing joy The world would be a much happier place No wars no conflict just pure sweet love Wearing a perpetual smile on your face Seems like forever I've been called a dreamer I wouldn't want it any other way Just can't imagine how some people feel Wearing a sad frown every day Heard that the early bird catches the worm Well I certainly believe that it's true Just start every day with a happy little song And the sun will shine brightly on you © Jack Ellison 2013

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White warriors battle in my blood and yours
Holy crusaders, a selfless, sacrificial corps
Sinister, malignant foes in red rivers quicken
Legions of paladins on the battlefield lay stricken

Now extend your scope, envision the whole globe
Behold this world wrapped in its rancid, rancorous robe 
Dungeons, asylums built for the wicked, and culpable
Disuniting one body into the judge and the untouchable

“If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand”
This ancient, ancestral teaching we still cannot understand
Thousands of years have passed, the answer remains the same:
Nothing must be left in the shadows, forgotten, a victim of blame

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Living Word

A map marking the way to live,
a light guiding me on the road;
until the day my King returns,
a friend helping me bear the load.

God's Word lives, speaking across time,
reaching down the centuries to me,
lifting me up, holding me near,
addressing all life's problems perfectly.

Written in the Spirit's ink,
unfaded by the years of time,
I trace God's unfailing grace,
redemption red, through every line.

October 8, 2014

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All The Way Live


                                      So we're on the brink of a new weekend;
                                       And I'm ready for the guests to arrive.
                                          Come Friday everything will begin;
                                                  Let's go all the way live.

                                                     ©2014 Honestly JT

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Written in Immortality

I open my mouth and no words come out There seems to be amazement written here She has stunned me yet again with her looks I know in her heart she surely does care She speaks to me with such love towards me I could not say even a single word I’m in awe with her beauty, with her soul I approach her, give her a hug forward She knows me, sees what I wanted to say And whispers into my ear, such sweetness I move in for the kill, and grab her warmth She sighs heavy, now she wants my weakness As one we fly to the bed, getting nude And fireworks expressed themselves tonight She sure became the most beautiful girl Exhausted we lay holding very tight I now find my words and I write them down Poetry flows like magic in the air Passion is formulated in each line I show love to her by my write I share And now we are unified through these words Unbroken bond of immortality Soothing are the lines within my poem Forever our love written, endlessly
Russell Sivey Entered into Poet Destroyer A's "Make me smile ----old/new poems" contest 3/7/2013

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'Me', full circle

A luv ma life sae full o' joy, I keep ma interests at full employ. Each day fur me is sic' delight, every day, aw' day an' ivery night. I go tae bed an' lay doon ma heid, aye richt efter ma supper feed. Ma thochts are o' beautiful things, an' tae ma wee brain sic' pleasure brings. Ah even dream afore ah sleep, aye, ah do, afore a count those sheep. Aw' the happy things that has been ma day, ma wife,ma daughter, sons an' all things ofay. I'm lucky growing plants is my joy, auld as I am noo, an' since a boy. Saft , verdant, vibrant, aw' kinds o' colour, that grow in winter, spring, autumn an' summer. I luv sculpture as weel as ma bonny plants, an' aboot them ah very oaften rant. An' a luv ma Gairden that's foo o' life, sno' though, as luvly as ma Bonny wife. An' ma bairns gei me luvly dreams, aw life's great, thats what is deemed. So when ma heid has passed tae sleep, aw thay luvly thoughts ma soul dis keep. When I awake frae ma gentle dreams, wae that first gentle saft sunbeam. Am oot o' bed like lightnin' jack, an' oaf tae work wae ma luncheon pack. Workin' among aw ma bonny fluers, ah tend no' tae notice ma wurkin 'oors. Of back noo ,tae ma ain luvly hame, luvly , 'cos nae ither hoose wid feel the same. Ma ither joy is cookin' fur aw ma folks, an' I'll no' mention ma luv fur jokes. Then there is ma luv in writin' poems each day, am sure oan FanStory yea arrr' aw' ofay. A guid night wae aw' ma kin beside, ma happy face yea canny hide. Hae ma supper then tae bed I go, thinking beautiful things, Aye, that is so. The Auld Yin.

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When our Flame no Longer Flickered

We are born not knowing what's ahead Into a world when wanted or not Some of us are a surprise Though many appeared when thought Many of us grow with love all around Sadly there are ones who are not For this we have to be fortunate They are eternal in their sought We grow up living the years given Some fall like the Autumn leaves The fortunate of us grow old Like the fallen, through our years we may grieve Eventually everyone faces life's decision In many ways this event can be triggered For many of us are prepared or not When our flame no longer flickered

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Letter To Sixteen Year Old Self

Hi there, sixteen, wow I have some things to say to you
Nothing drastic, just some small advice to help see you through
Life will be hard but you manage very good
Don’t be too troubled by what you think that you should.

There is a warning for you, in couple of month’s in the park
You go to play rounders with a group, none are very sharp
Because you can’t run you are the fixed bowler for all
When you bowl for you sister, DUCK before you fall.

She whacks it so hard, it hits you in the head
You are unconscious for minutes, she thought that you were dead.
When offered that lift in the old red Mercedes Benz
Say no, don’t get in, even though they are your friends.

His driving is quite bad and he doesn't stop in time
That cow that he hits, should have done some time
It ran though the gate and landed on top of the hood
Alright you were lucky, and you came through it quite good.

That first proposal you had, you did right him to decline
He turned out to be a bad one, he even did jail time
Trust in yourself, your instincts aren't too bad
Though you make some mistakes, experience you had.

Don’t feel sorry, for the boy that lost his tu’pence ha’penny kite
Don’t let his mum cajole you, because you can climb that height
Remember this because, you fall head first and hit the ground
A broken bone in your neck, your reward for being around.

When on a plane, there's a man looks like your father not your mother
Get up and speak to him, he is in fact your real half brother
Don't waste the next ten years before you find each other
He is searching for you too, his own sisters and brother

Follow your head as well as your heart
Don’t turn down a trip to Canada, grab that for a start.
On the whole I think you don’t do to bad of late
But remember to give your trust carefully
                                   And it measures a full five foot eight.

©  21/12/2012
Entry in David Williams  Hello/Goodbye Contest

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How quickly it is over,
This game of life we play.
All the days that we're allotted, 
Oh, so swiftly pass away.

The roses lose their glory,
As their petals fade and fall, 
While evening shadows lengthen,
On life's westward facing wall.

But there yet is time for loving,
Time for family and friends--
Time for sharing tears and laughter,
Ere the game comes to an end.

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I met a man the other day,
His clothing was so fine,
His smile was quite infectious,
And his manner warm and kind.

He said that he had been to schools,
Of great import and stature.
He said he'd studied all the laws,
Of Mankind and of Nature.

He spoke as though he knew for sure,
The destiny of Man;
But then he said to my dismay,
"There is no God or plan."

He said his schools had taught him that,
There is but one conclusion,
The law of all creation just,
Goes back to evolution.

I thank my God in Heaven now,
That I was lowly born,
And never went away to school,
And learned to laugh and scorn,

The One who always loved me most,
And gave me all I need.
Lord, let me stay the way I am,
That I may never lead,

The kind of life,
This man has lived,
And share his destiny.

                                                                              Matthew 10:32

                         "THE WORLD'S SIN IS UNBELIEF IN ME."
                                                                               John 16:9

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I am but human
I began to live when life created me
I live to love, I live to hate
I live in pain, I live to gain

I am but human
I am good and bad
I am sane and mad
I live in fear, I live to dare

I am but human
I am bond but free
I am healthy but sick
I live so poor, I live in wealth

I am but human
I am judged by me and judged by all
I live to give, I live to hoard
I live in despair, I live for hope

I am but human
The good, the bad; I live to see
They come and go, wolves like sheep
Light and darkness, they co-exist

I am but human
Life is cruel, humanity is mean
Perfect is God, human is me
I bruise, I cruise and life goes on

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By the Light of the Moon

By the light of the moon I do describe I begin by the cool blue glow within Though at times there is a warm yellow tint Each are pertinent to the moons great grin I can see by the light of the moon’s grace The power is infused with my soft soul Tenderly the moon brings a heart of love Showering love to all those in control The sun reflects romantic vibes about I harbor them deep inside of me here I point to my heart and hold it within I can’t help but to look up and to stare I hold onto my moon, my sweet lover The moon envelopes everything in me I’m melded into the soul of the moon Feeling the love between us, it’s lovely I will always treasure the moon at night It’s a gorgeous part of life I enjoy The moon and all its glorious splendor Will always hold me in awe, its employ
Russell Sivey

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One More Try

I haven’t always done the best I can do.
I see where I am and what I’ve been through.
The sun sinks low like it bows to the sky,
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

Darkness surrounds, still I try to see.
Illuminating stars spark all I can be.
When I want to dream, I look to the sky.
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

Memories haunt like ghosts in my head.
I just can’t forget the things that were said.
I watch the moon rise, I dream I can fly.
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

I lay my down in bed in need of some sleep.
I just close my eyes and count some sheep.
My mind wonders as my heart asks why?
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

I awaken and light fills my eyes.
As the sun chases the moon from the sky.
It’s a new day, I hear angels sigh,
Maybe I’ll get it right with one more try?

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Full Moon at Halloween

There’s a full moon at Halloween this year With characters being dressed up as death Everyone loves to bring a lot of good cheer While evil tries to go and take your breath There are flying creatures that fly by night Owls, ravens, and bats are to name a few They love the full moon with lots of fright Going all about scaring everybody and you The haunted house which is upon a large hill Is the most frightening place you’ve ever seen A place of great fear, a place to give a thrill All these things are on this night, Halloween
Russell Sivey

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All You Need To Know

I just wanted to say
you blow my world away
Give me brightest days
and you take my breath away

I really must tell 
that you make my heart swell
Our souls forever dwell
after I saw you and fell

I think I should explain 
that you take away my pain
In my mind remains
infectious love on the brain

I feel the need to shout
what my life is all about
I'm yours without a doubt
I'm taking this new route

I've got the urge to say 
I just hate to be away
So keep here to stay
in your arms, if I may.

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Burial of my Love

My love, the true feeling that I exude Was put beneath the Earth sometime today She hadn’t died, at least not that I know But the emotion of love went away So I buried the heart I chose to love She means so little to me at this time So to lose her heart surely means nothing I buried my love for her, it’s a sign I feel nothing for her, not like before She won’t exist in my life anymore I care for my own heart, and it still cries Weeps for the sad loss of our love once more But now I can rest, I bury my love No ceremony, no dedication Just laying of love down into the ground I’m glad, I have time for contemplation There’s no regrets, no feelings of remorse Just a future for true love, right on course
Russell Sivey

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Even On The Darkest Day

Even on your darkest day You can still find reason to smile Old sol is shining somewhere The dark's only here for a while Sadness never sticks around It usually comes and goes Bright days are bound to follow So let the good times roll Always look on the bright side A much happier place to be Take a page from the little folks Always laughing always free No future in singing sad songs They usually just bring you down Go around with a great big grin Play the part of a clown Even on your darkest day Spread joy whenever you can Share it with everyone you meet A guaranteed fail proof plan! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Abstract Image

I see the blue which seems to be infused Blended together with red that refused Refused to be alone without purple As one resembling that of a gurgle Yellow seems to be put within the red With orange coming into view instead Instead of just the fading blue within All the colors blending with what’s taken There’s spokes, just like on a bicycle wheel Those that look like bark, a white brown feel Tree placement within this illusion placed Veins spreading out at the bottom like lace What is this delightful illusion scene Of abstract nature which isn’t obscene This scene might be of a faraway land Where colors everywhere comes to and band Organized and true, this image is right Right within the mind and harbors some light Soft and well formed the warm sight truly is Even cool blues bring a warmth such as this Mixture of colors bleeds in each other There’s nothing like it, just not another I enjoy the color blast with the trees I will always visualize this a breeze
Russell Sivey

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My life's a glass of lemonade
for some days, like lime, are sour
and other days, lovely and sweet
that's really why I'm so complete

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Starting to tremble, starting to shake What a scary thought I just had What if suddenly I became befuddled Couldn't distinguish good from bad Each time I have to make a decision I'd waffle and sit on the fence Worried I'd choose door “B” and not “A” Start to sweat and get real tense Word for today is “RELAX” my friends Everything will fall into place Try to be patient, what will be will be Banish that frown from your face Things won't turn out as bad as you think Your ship will be sailing again The trick is to learn to go with the flow Till life gets back on the mend I know what you're thinking, it's easy to say But experience has proven it true The more you greet each day with a grin Less chance you'll be singing the blues! © Jack Ellison 2013

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Patience Is A Virtue

Patience is a virtue and patience I have So call me a virtuous soul No matter how long I must wait for you I'm prepared to accept my role Goals that are lofty and seem out of reach Need much perseverance and luck Determination is what will always succeed Let 'em know who's driving the truck Things that appear to be worth the wait Deserve more patience than others Like the love of a lady you've dreamed about Forever you'll wait you'll discover Patience is a virtue and patience I've had As far back as I can remember Way way back when I was just a toddler Waiting for the 25th of December Patience is a virtue, there's really no doubt Things can seem really quite distant A fact young mother's should teach their kids Not everything happens in a instant © Jack Ellison 2013

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Because of you my life is full,
I've grown in many ways.
You've helped me climb life's every hill,
And brightened up my days.

It seemed to me before you came,
I'd lived my whole life through,
In search of something yet unknown,
To fill me like you do;

And though I know it seldom seems,
I have the nerve to say it,
I love you, Dear, I always have,
Together we can make it.

For My Valentine For You Contest by Frank Herrera

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Where am I Peter?
Where am I Paul?
My feet seem to teeter
I'm afraid I might fall

How did I get here?
How can this be?
My sight is unclear
But I'm afraid to see

Who is in on this guys?
Who would make such a plan?
My feet are tightly tied 
But I'm afraid if I ran

When will I be let go?
When did I arrive?
I can't hear a soul
But I'm afraid of who's alive

Why did this happen?
Why is it me?
My body feels strapped in
But I'm afraid to be free

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Trusting Spring

I don't have time to watch it more 
- the crooked clock of ironed past - 
I don't believe I can feel spring 
Unless I grab your hand and jump 

Together in the blossom maze 
Perhaps we bring ourselves alive 
In poison-free redwoods up north 
And secret Jacaranda wonders. 

If eyes don't open - I understand 
You don't need them to see our Heaven 
But bear with me for falling seconds 
And hope cocoons will burst and open 

I sprout again through solid pavement 
Against the reconstruction site 
And I do know I can bring spring 
Together with your warmth from Heaven.

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Attempting Freedom

Free to be an owl-

Nightmarish clues at dawn-

The sunrise 'death distorting

A kind and lonely soul.

Free to kill for hunger

In moonlight's smiling poison.

The lasting dream re-occurring

A hummingbird in prison.

Free to be mysterious-

Lethal games with mice.

Repulsing limbs accusing

The need to throw the dice.

The blinds are shut forever,

Maternal instincts cry.

Free to kill the echo...

The bird will ever fly?

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Winter Blues

It is freezing outside beyond the norm Right before me are some lights way up high They cast a blue glow throughout their dim form Fog is increasing gives opaque-blue sky I stand under a pole in zero temps Seeing the blue light emanating out It’s so cold out that many tend to limp Blueness of the night makes my face to pout I persevere onward through the blue light That encompasses the whole fog’s being Wind slithers through the air never in sight I have the winter blues, which I’m seeing
Russell Sivey Contest: Winter Blues Sponsor: Juli- Michelle 12/29/2013

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Family Love 2K12

Dear family, we cannot promise the world,
Nor turn palms upright to foretell futures.
Without our love lies an emotional third-world;
Cherish priceless moments of hearts pictures.

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Different Ages, Different Loves

When she was just fifteen… 
She was but a child
But a sweet teen
She was kind of wild
Full of desire
Excited about love
In the ivory palaces of her mind
Which rose a white dove:
With a fury
Flawless in a never changing
World ...

She was just fifteen….

When she was twenty one
She was an adult
Unfolding splendor in the shades of heaven
Which she bought
To place a kiss that multiplied seven
With her sweet rapture
With beauty that glistens
With every rainbow
That played in with a light that shines
Looking for love
Like a delicate flower
With a heart of amorous whispers
So pleasing to her design
She was but twenty one….

When she was just thirty two
She had children
Her lovely face never hidden
With simple stories of heaven
With letters of praise
But still looking for love
Where love burns brilliantly
But all in the wrong places
Where the fullness of sweetness
Surrounds her with such wonders
She was but thirty two

When she was just forty five
She was abounding in glory
With hands holding
But she couldn’t say the words
With the sun bulging
Pulsating in her throat
Nothing could escape her sweet star
The word is love but still looking
With sweet air that turns
Mournful into light rain
Of her mind
She was just forty five...

When she was just fifty
Heaven was just beyond her door
Looking in the mirror
Where she didn’t know anymore
She thought she found love
In the winds of her chariot
But he went away
Her passion the most mindful of her soul
With grace and beauty in its divine power
She was just fifty...

When she was fifty five
The winds of time
On a hot summer night
Then she saw the light
And that
Took away the right
Of sweet love she thought
Where a scared space of the world
Let go and she sought
She was only fifty five...

When she was just sixty years old
She had lost love
It was not always so
A star she couldn’t resist
And found love
Her love was earth rising
With the most remarkable being
With a noble soul
Of denying love to be
Sought a different oblivion
Now all that remain are memories
Drowning the already dead
She was just sixty

Sweet letters of her soul from the beginning to the end; her lovely face never ending:
With scared looks and noble gesture her eyes were inflamed with the sun, basting in the glory of night.
Reaching for the one that she truly loves:

Brooke Dyan 2014

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What makes a person always want more Never satisfied with what they possess Always trying to get ahead of the pack When what counts is just to be blessed Blessed with the love of family and friends And a life filled with good times and joy To know they'll be there to comfort you When your spirits need to be buoyed Blessed in the knowledge no matter what You can count on their loyal support It's the greatest feeling you can ever imagine Knowing they'll never come up short What makes a person always want more When what counts is just to be blessed With the undying love of those you hold dear And their sweet and loving caress Happy New Year Everyone! © Jack Ellison 2012

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Old Love

Old Love

When first we met, that fateful day
Down on the farm, while making hay
I did not love you, no... not yet
That fateful day when first we met

With our first kiss my doubts all flew
I knew my heart belonged to you
In your strong arms I found sweet bliss
My doubts all flew with our first kiss.

For always now our life to share.
Forsake all others, be a pair.
We tied the knot, and took a vow
Our life to share for always now.

Still side by side as years move on,
Although the spark of youth has gone
The glow of love, it never died.
As years move on still side by side.

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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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Glory Days

I drove through town the other day
I’ve been away so long
I closed my eyes and slipped away
emotions were so strong

The Chattahoochee glory days
still live within my mind
Amazing people shared their lives
to me they were so kind

I thank the leaders in that town
they helped us at the fork
Doc Richardson and Lafayette
Lamar and Sheriff York

The spirits of our childhood friends
still gather at the lake
Although we left so long ago
our ties they never break

We danced and sang to Moody Blues
Ole Peat Moss led the way
Gene Tipton played a mean guitar
those were the good ole days

I thought of others that we knew
who died before their time
Dear friends and neighbors to us all
some left us in their prime

My mind replayed a thousand joys
from days so long ago
I drove out to the lake once more
and then I had to go

I watched the city disappear
as we all drove away
I wiped away a tear or two
I’ll come another day

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Been workin' all week and needin' a rest.
Vacation starts soon and will be the best.
Plan to kick back, get some rest and chill out,
Get some things done at home within and without.

Back yard cooking is high on my list,
Bring over the friends and the family I've missed.
Then without warning, the demons attack,
First the sewer backs up, Oh they've got a knack.

The basement is under two inches of water.
It's brown and it stinks and it seems to be fodder,
For horrible things like germs and bugs,
That live in the sewer with long, black slugs.

We call out a plumber who works fifteen minutes,
For four hundred cash before he'd begin it.
All under the table to avoid paying tax,
On his hard earned money, but we got the sack.

Looted and sacked and hung out to dry,
Fifteen minutes work, here's mud in your eye.
Then I rip out the carpet, it's ruined, it's toast.
We must buy another 'cause this one is gross.

There goes all our money,
Now we have none.
So how's your vacation?
Ain't we havin' fun!

                              Judy Ball

True story of a summer vacation two years ago.

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I used to harbor lofty dreams 
Of winning wealth and fame.
I vainly dreamed about a time
When the world would know my name.

But time and those rejection slips
Have tempered my wild dreams.
The ceaseless grind of passing years
Has mellowed me, it seems.

So now I breathe, create, and write
Simply because I must.
No longer do I crave those things
For which I used to lust.

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Spring Has Done Sprung

Nothing is more exhilarating Than the first warm day of spring As we shoo away old man winter Listening to the birdies sing Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips Popping up to greet the day Laughter reigns in nature's abode Through the merry month of May It feels like a whole brand new start The world is young once more Filled with joy and great expectations As we knock on summer's door Gayly sailing into the season ahead Let's first enjoy the moment A moment each year of true renewal The joyful season of content © Jack Ellison 2013 A bit premature perhaps?

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(Sung to the tune of Jingle Bells)

Dashing through the snow,
It's thirty-two below,
My hands are cold, my feet are numb,
For some this weather sure ain't fun.

My eyes are tearing up,
My nose has turned bright red,
My fingers hurt, the car won't start,
I should have stayed in bed.

Ohhhhhh! Off to work, Off to work,
I gotta get to work.
The car won't start, the battery died,
I'll have to try to hitch a ride.

Standing in the cold,
I'm waiting for the bus,
If I don't freeze to death today,
It's 'cause pneumonia got me fust.

Merry Christmas, Y'all

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Shadows in the Fog

In the middle of the dark, cloudy day The fog follows out into the grey mist The rolling fog goes around the sharp bend Showing itself to all within the midst Seen are the shadows deep inside the fog Just some dark spaces that disturb the grey No colors are revealed within the dark Just overwhelming presence, where it lays The pitfalls of the dark splotches throughout Leaves one to break into lots of despair Daylight fails to reach into cloudy depths The shadows in the fog bring disrepair
Russell Sivey

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The Quest

The Quest

I've come back home a different man
so many years have past
Ambition lured me far from home
and dreams they didn’t last

When I left home I never knew
what life was all about
The quest to find my niche in life…
assumed it’d all work out 

My path to glory found dead ends
I struggled for so long
Another face inside the crowd
How did it all go wrong?

In time old memories spoke to me
when I was all alone
And in the end a still small voice
said Son, you should go home

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Paradise Fallen

I think my brain has scar tissue,
Remembering days of past issues.
Did I forget home values?
Am I somehow consumed?

©2014 Honestly JT

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Dream of Gray

The days have passed as if within
a dream I have been living
now I wake into the sun
new life its rays are giving.

Yet I fear to touch reality
for it may slip away
and draw me back into this dream
that turns my world to gray.

Lost within this dream alone
pain feeds upon my mind
and with its shadows in my eyes
to color I am blind.

But once again the day dawns new
and draws me to its light
where I won't have to walk alone
and colors fill my sight.

So I'll hold fast to all I've gained
to end this weary dream
I'll venture into life again
and flow on with the stream.

Written 1985 
during a hospitalization for depression

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Love Explained

No matter the question The answer is love This fact's indisputable It's deemed from above A driving force Makes the world go round Sometimes it's up Sometimes it's down But through it all Love shows you the way To a life unequaled With joy every day Until something else Can replace true love It's the ultimate expression Of joy from above A force that we humans Can't live without A sad life abandoned Without any doubt My most fervent wish For folks everywhere To find true love With someone who cares No matter the question The answer is love This fact's indisputable It's deemed from above © Jack Ellison 2013

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You can't call back the things you've done,
Nor stop the words you've spoken.
Accusing one another now,
Will not mend pledges broken.

The past is but a memory,
Of old things done and over,
Merely shades of times gone by,
That cannot be lived over.

One cannot live one's whole life through,
Beneath a darksome burden,
To hurl dark spears of wrath o'er long,
Will cause a fearsome burgeon;

A growth that kills the good in life,
And leaves but empty shells;
It's best to leave the past alone,
Just memorys on the shelf.

                                      Judy Ball

                                                                                                       James 3:16

It's a lot easier to hurt someone who cares about you than someone who doesn't.

For A Fragment Of Life Contest by Constance LaFrance  -  Aug. 20.2011

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The Beating of Me

Please take a scalpel, I'll understand
And make your incision with either hand
Pull back my skin no intrusion is met
Tell me what you see does it sit well set

My flesh, like curtains now open I show
The beating of me my inner glow
This is how I feel since the day we first met
For as long as I live I'll never regret

Distance is relative to birds on the wing
Harmony is theirs as long as they sing
When their song is now silenced, decisions made
New memories are lived, but they eventually fade

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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 Blessing of Today 2K10

Reinstated eyes absorbs given warmth,
Hence receiving the blessing of today. 
Minds re-energized too perceiving warmth;
Let's not take for granted a gifted day!  

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Coursing through my veins
Infecting my brain
Drives me insane

I'm feindin' for those uppers
I'm feindin' to get down
I need to feel that ecstasy
That overwhelming sound

I'm cravin' me some instant death
I'm asking to raise hell
I hear my familiar shallow breath
That comfy, cushioned cell

I need to feel my insides out
I need to taste the pills
I feel the love and that's no doubt
That wretched, lovely taste that kills

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Heaven's Waiting Room

In our great little retirement community They're dropping like flies around me Need to break free, must get out this place It's Heaven's Waiting Room you see Don't matter if you're healthy as all get out The grim reaper knows where you live He's as anxious as hell to whisk you away And you really have just one life to give So ignore the guy that's waiting at the door Do all the things you've always wanted Relentlessly time keeps marching forward It's progress remains undaunted Keep ahead of the game, of that final day Laugh at that guy with the sickle Tell him you'll call when your good and ready This existence can be oh so fickle © Jack Ellison 2013

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Once In A Lifetime

They're once in a lifetime
These moments of joy
The first time you rattle
That colourful new toy

Your first day at school
With the rest of the kids
Your hair all slicked down
Bad smells Mom got rid

The ultimate joy
Of your first tender kiss
The shock when she tells you
Her period she missed

A puff from a cigarette
Makes you dizzy and ill
The beer in the closet
I remember it still

The joy of first child
The smell of their skin
The softness of touch
Their sweet tiny grin

Your first big promotion
The raise that you get
The first time you notice
A grey hair NO NOT YET!

Middle age then follows
With a sickening thud
It's all over now
Your life is pure crud

The sixties are next
And retirement awaits
Where did it go
You're in a hell of a state

Then someone says wryly
You've had a good life
'Whatcha crabbing about?'
But it still cuts like a knife

These tender sweet moments
You experience through time
You'll remember them fondly
And treasure the climb 

So hold on to them tightly
They won't come again
They're once in a lifetime
They're to treasure my friend

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Burning Desire

I’ve shivered in the colds of life
But never felt the snow
And many fires fueled the raging
Flames that ever grows
I’ve felt the hunger pains before
Though unaffected famine
The bads were bad, but could be worse
I’m driven by this passion
I’ve lived a life that’s almost full
A few more on my list
I’ve not experienced death before
But time can’t be dismissed
I used to think that planning all
Ensures success in all we know
And still a tear escapes the frame
Of one who’s yet to feel the snow

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Knowing Diddlysquat

Fresh faces open all about you
Dynamite feelings through 
Time leads to another dimension
I wish it could all be true

There could be an army extension
To battle your empty convention
Where life interferes with peace too
And where the mace leaves contusions 

I want to know diddlysquat about you
For you have brought nothing but adieu
Maybe you could bring me someone
That can fill the void by falling through

What does time have to do with anyone
But our feelings deep inside everyone
War can be hell, just let bygones be bygones
And being by myself, I go about it alone

Russell Sivey

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The Gulf Oil Spill Tragedy

Nature consists of balances ever so delicate
Eco systems and life hanging on the edge
Man oversteps boundaries in his desire to develop it
Leaving death and destruction in the wake of his dredge.

From deep underneath waters supporting sea life
Oil is pumped to rigs riding on top of the waves
When used, the pollution enough causes much strife
When ruptured, disaster results requiring a save.

We watch from afar as waters turn black
Terns and fish washing up on the shore
A mistake from which we cannot turn back
Oil of destruction continues to pour.

We can curse executives of the big companies
We can find fault with the slow political aim
We can cry, “Where exactly were the contingencies?”
But by allowing it firstly we all are to blame.

The greatest tragedy in life is to experience the pain
But have the lessons learned from it lost
So from this event let’s hope man can gain
The wisdom to be more careful, no matter the cost.

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Time To Step Aside

Son Scott, is following in Daddy's footsteps So proud of that boy of mine Technology's gotten way ahead of me now Back then, my designs made me shine But Scottie has taken it to a whole new level He's made it in today's techno art This old guy couldn't even begin to compete I'd be blown right off the cart Kind of sad, but that's progress I guess Make way for the new generation Out with the old ways and in with the new Time for the next innovation Guess it was time, due for retirement Would've continued on if I could That day has arrived, I am yesterday's man If I could do it all over, I would A good reason to greet the sun each morning Thoughts of an exciting new project Forever challenging my artistic abilities Was at my best coming up with new concepts Sadly, this life is leaving me behind me Must step aside for the new generation Was a total blast for almost fifty-five years A time of such great inspiration © Jack Ellison 2014

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If I Knew Then

If I knew then what I know now You've often heard that said A truer axiom has never been uttered It's so easy for youth to be led If I knew then what I know now Might have changed a thing or two They say youth is wasted on the young I certainly believe that's true If I knew then what I know now Could've saved those days being wasted With childish games and petty ambitions Before real life had been tasted If I knew then what I know now Should've listened to those smarter minds That warned that when we finally matured We'd regret being foolish and blind If I knew then what I know now I look back with a few regrets That I wasted a valuable part of my life My teen years I'd like to forget But in spite of it all, I made it through I try to show today's youth how Not to repeat the mistakes I made If I knew then what I know now © Jack Ellison 2012

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A Nut Case

What's happened to modern day families
They once were a tight little group
The kids would visit Granny and Gramps
Someone would bring homemade soup

Folks arrived bearing goodies and sweets
And put all their stuff in the fridge
The kids would play their hide and seek games
While the old folks played Euchre or Bridge

Granny didn't mind that the house was askew
Afterwards we sat down for a chat
It sure looked like a big bomb had gone off
It was weeks before they located the cat

Today they email to say they can't make it
It's their time to scrub out the bath
And Susan broke a finger nail last night
She's sulking but I'm sure it won't last

Maybe in June we will find time to visit
We'll slot you into our journal
Between Tommie's first ever baseball game
And Susan's play, "Love Eternal"

©Jack Ellison 2012

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I did it my way

There came a time, when i was given the choice Either walk alone and be happy, or Follow the crowd and pretend to rejoice Even if such an act shall make me all sore! I braved the impossible, I learnt to say no No to the practice of false marriages No to the illusory life they promise, filled with sorrow No, said I, I wish not to have my life filled with pretentious pages I did learn to walk alone Though such did make me a lonely drone As time went by, I emerged as a stronger woman A woman with an iron rod in her heart, surely a unique one! As time went by, I learnt to know myself, I am the one in love with the Lord of Stealth I am the one Queen of poetry I did it my way, and today, I do feel pleased at my own bravery!

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In the deep recesses of my aging mind Are images of life long ago Joyous images of fun and laughter Of loving hearts all aglow The passage of time is of no consequence Images of youth still remain Halcyon days of laughter and good cheer Peace and happiness reigned A dreamer is what I've often been called But with my advancing years I tend to reminisce a whole lot more Remembering my joys and fears My very first date, my very first kiss A newly discovered love Euphoric feelings my head a-spinning Giving my heart a shove No matter my age sweet memories remain Great days of unbridled youth What would I do if I couldn't recall This time of innocence and truth In the deep recesses of my aging mind Are images of life long ago Joyous images of fun and laughter Of loving hearts all aglow © Jack Ellison 2012

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What Inheritance ?

Like a granny dressed in a shawl
With flannel gown washed thin as lace
Were the clouds on this July morn_curtain call
To the human race by expression on face

Sad they were from seeing the human race
As humans are raping the land, sea, and plundering
Space, leaving exhaust all over the place
For future generations who inherit the blundering

Garbage mountains, oily seas, dead birds, filthy beach
With just a little thought and care from people 
This sphere could be renewed and saved __a peach
A peach of a place to leave preserved green ample

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Axioms With A Twist

“A day without sunshine is like...  well... night”
A brilliant axiom I say
To the person that uttered this amazing observation
You certainly just made my day

“If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off”
That's a mighty safe assumption
So stop your belly aching and enjoy yourself
Invite someone for some munchin'

“Don't sweat the petty things or pet the sweaty things”
Surely can get pretty gross
Especially if a person hasn't bathed for a month
Takes the thrill outta being close

“I started with nothing and still have most of it”
This one most certainly hits home
I'm sure almost everyone can relate to these words
Sorry I didn't listen to that gnome

“You can't have it all coz where would you put it”
I'll figure something out you can bet 
Buy me a mansion with seventy-three rooms
Become the happiest pack rat yet

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Know the Desires of My Heart

Life lessons learned through experience
In an undesired fashion
Learning to give up worldly ways
To obtain a Godly passion

My hearts desire was fulfilled
For only a short amount of time
Only after did I notice not all is good
And worldly gain loses its prime

My soul cries out for comfort
Down my face tears graze
All along I should've searched for the One
By Trusting, Worshiping, and Praise

My heart should be so full of joy
And passion for my Savior
That when a man comes into my life
I know it's God doing me a favor

I pray for strength daily
Strength to know my worth and judge not
For the only way to true happiness
Is to seek what Jesus sought

So I ask for God to motivate me
To teach me patience, understand my thoughts
With time I'll know to appreciate unanswered prayers
Instead of examining the 'it oughts"

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Seven Blank Tiles Speak

If I had seven free tiles
I know the word I would make
And when you know my word
We need it for earth's sake

The word that I have chosen
Chowa is what it means to me
It's what will reunite us all
The word is simply harmony

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The Truth

I wove a web of lies,
It came back for me.
Trapped me in its net,
Ripped me from my disguise.

I planted a picture of a smile,
It haunted me at night.
Showed me how forced it was,
Wiped off my beam of beguile.

I hid my pain in a jar,
But I got locked inside instead.
I panicked---- There was no escape,
But to let it out in a secluded bar.

I packed up all my secrets,
It flooded my mind,
Conscience bugging me,
Relief in cigarettes.

So I ignored the cruel world,
Hiding in my words.
This arrangement has worked for years,
Life's been just fine this way.

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Shades of Deja vu

The same old questions lie in front of me,
And knowing already there’s no reply,
Just like unanswered phones that always ring,
And living just keeps on its walking by.

Unsaid, the words then hover in thin air,
An empty promise attracting more dust,
Untaken chances, a meaningless dream
All left behind to fade in silent rust.

The dreams that offered a different hope,
And slowly I believed they could be true,
As knowledge shown within a golden light,
The doors opened in shades of deja vu.

I looked to the stars for beauty’s refrain,
And watched as more demons stole it away,
I heard their laughter push blades in my back,
For daring to think life was mine to play.

Form: Sicilian Quatrains

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The Heart, A Place of Love 2K12

Pardon, May someone please; What is this place?
Why does it appeare that time itself slows?
Why do Butterflies throng and heartbeats race?
Why do hearts melt as tho' snowflakes, Whom knows?

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The Name Of The Game Is Change

The more things seem to be changing The more they stay the same We must adapt and go with the flow Because change is the name of the game We struggle to keep our heads above water There are times it's a losing battle We get caught up in just making ends meet Sometimes we're like a herd of cattle However when we reach our senior years When pressures seem less intense It's nice to sit back and reflect on life And remember each happy event It's then we realize what life's all about Not about the number of possessions It's being happy and content in your skin And using time left with discretion © Jack Ellison 2013

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Sunshine River

Hands held together 
brightness shines reflecting on their smiles 
Their eyes seeing more than appearance 
The love they witness last for many miles 

Many walks along that river 
Daytime and night hands held together 
Lips always in sync as with the breaths they take 
This is the chance they risk to be together 

Knowing that time can be an enemy for couples
The only time they seek is the time spent not alone 
Taking each chance to be loved 
And opening their hearts and soul bare beneath the bone 

Seasons change and still they walk the path 
Leaves on the trees to the trees holding nothing 
The winds wrapping them together 
To the lovers holding on to something 

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~ONE TWO THREE IT’S NOT EASY~ One, two, three it’s supposed to be easy… But watching you makes me queasy Four, five, six, don’t even go there I refuse doing it standing on a chair… Seven, eight, nine - no this is not divine. I am fed up with this counting lark No more will there be waiting in the dark I am fed with you and all your ways Its time to have a parting day. When you came into my life No one said it’s like being a wife Get off the chair it’s not going to be I can’t stand you and you can’t stand me. Next time I look in yellow pages For a decorator that won’t take ages I’ll make sure he at least has a ladder And is not creepy like an adder Be gone before I count once more Take you paper and get out through that door Be gone I will not pay you, nothing have you done Except turn off my electricity and sit down on your bum. You tell me it’s an expert - in decorating you are Yet leave me in the dark while you go out for a jar... It took me a while to realise the reason the power is off So I couldn’t see when you pee in my sink now go, yes you p… off They say count to ten before you lose your temper But my blood is hot and its not distemper You leave my house, come back no more Because if I reach ten, you'll find yourself on that floor. © ~GG~ 4/08/2012

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Who Woulda Thunk It

Who woulda thunk I'd be thrown a curve Taking pills to relieve my stress The stress of moving, to calm myself down Life's like a long game of chess You make a move and hope for the best Experience tells you it's right Then all of a sudden you're thrown a curve A proverbial bullet you must bite Not everything goes exactly as planned Be flexible and ready for change It'll lead to a more peaceful and happy life Even better than fortune and fame Who needs fame, it's a fleeting thing The real blessings are ones you hold dear Tell someone close you love them each day Just like magic a smile will appear It's sometimes hard to follow this advice Have to keep reminding myself There ain't no other person I'd rather be Than this happy cheerful old elf! ©Jack Ellison 2013

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The View from Today

The sky is so blue, the sun so bright.
I look for a sign but none are in sight.
I shed the darkness with dawn’s light.
I barely escaped what lives in the night.

I walk out but can’t believe my eyes.
There isn’t a cloud up in the sky.
It all seems different yet wonder why?
I see a bird and wish I could fly.

The day it seems, has brought another chance.
 All that I see appears to be enhanced.
I watch as across the ground leaves dance.
I get mesmerized like I’m in a trace.

As I watch them blow to and fro,
I wonder what happens, where do they go?
Soon the ground will blanket with snow,
I turn my back as the cold winds blow.

I watch all around as life does die,
Winter approaching is the reason why.
Nothing I can do as I stand by,
I can’t change it, even if I try.

I return to times spent in the sun,
Then it unravels as I come undone.
The arms of winter I cannot outrun,
I become trapped in the web it’s spun.

Entangled I seek a way to get out,
Perhaps I should seek a different route?
 Darkness approaches with shadows of doubt,
Makes me wonder what this life is about?

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Reflection on our beginning

It was instant this connection
Never saw your face for you were far away
But still my heart skipped a beat
Intrigued by your persona, your aura 

I quizzed you trying to decide why I felt these feelings
I could tell you could tell I was invested
Way before my confession my true feels apparent 
I’m attracted to you; think I am in love with you

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Feelings tingle like icy-hot
No returning this clearance life we've bought
The gun may be loaded but you've only got one shot
Always placing first, even before your second thought

Showing off like I'm in real estate
Don't fence me in, you can't match my gait
Try to upscale you ain't carrying your weight
I'm in the charts, check my growth rate

Call me Mrs. Lee cause I be making dough
Son, I'm the coldest, 30 below
You get the picture, Vincent Van Gogh
Steady climbin to the top, no plateau

I'll help you open doors, got that master key
Original work, you're just the carbon copy, cc
Go ahead and follow, no sign-up fee
I'm goin places, 3 out of 4 pros agree.

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Answer To Happiness

This life of mine has been quite a search
To find what will make me happy
To find the right bird to sit on my perch
To sing for me up in my tree

I thought it would take one blue jay to love
Until I ran into a free and friendly dove

Such a great time we had laughing as friends
And sharing lame jokes and our stories
Made me realize what I want when life ends
Is more than one bird in my memories

I think every bird is meant for every bird
And united we shall always be heard

Because answers don't always come in ones,
As a bird flies in a flock,
And only as we share our lives with tons
Will our happiness be in great stock.

December 2009

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Life is a choice that each of us makes.
We can choose what we wish to be.
At first parents guide us along an old road,
Then it forks and at last we are free,

To make our own choices and be our own man,
The decision at last is our own.
As long as we hurt no one but ourselves,
We can do as we like 'cause we're grown;

But soon we will learn to our shock and dismay,
That each choice we make has a price.
Whate'er you dish out to your brothers, my friend,
Comes right back to you times thrice.

In nature God shows us all how to get by.
Those who work and store up have it best.
Those who can't be bothered to work and to save,
Will starve come the hard Winter's test;

For life is a journey of good times and bad.
There's much to be learned 'long the road.
Each man is blessed according to plan,
And we each must carry our load.

We learn to be patient, we learn to be kind,
We learn to accept God's will.
We learn to discern which fork in the road,
Leads to life and which fork will kill;

And finally we learn the one fact of life,
Most important if we are to live.
All of life's riches will all slip away,
Like sand through the holes in a sieve.

All thaat remains is what we leave behind,
Who remembers and what they will think.
Will our mem'ry be sweet to family and friends,
Or will they turn away 'cause it stinks.

                                                          Judy Ball

The Bible tells us:
You reap what ever you sow.
So if you sow thorns and thistles don't expect to get cherries.

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Epitome Of Heaven

__________________________________ Away with desire, thy flesh be done   where words are silenced, and love refined to you, my forgiving savior, the everlasting son, upon my spirit, your gracious love twined...  __________________________________ Contest- "Perceptions Of Heaven"

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Sometimes when things begin to close in,
I'd like to sit down and chill out,
Find someplace to just get away,
And refigure what life's all about.

Sometimes it seems life's too full of demands,
My talents are spread way too thin.
There aren't enough hours to be found found in one day,
My duties begin but don't end.

Life cannot be just all work and no play,
Our youth is gone way too soon.
Think I'll start chilln' out before it's too late,
Learn to sing me a brand new tune.

It's good to know duty and good to know fun,
And when each begins and when ends.
One must learn life is filled with both duty and fun.
Learn to organize so it all blends.

                                                            Judy Ball

If you burn the candle at both ends you run out of candle too fast.

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Pet Peeve, No, 1

This is for all the people out  there,
That can't use proper grammar, 
You make me want to tear out my hair, 
Or hit you with a hammer, 

Yes, my grammar is not the best, 
But please try to improve, 
And I'll try, not to slam my hand into your chest, 
If I need to I'll move, 

Grammar rules, 
Such as, A or An, 
Grammar is an important tool, 
And should be used by every man and woman, 

Don't ignore your mistakes, 
You were taught better, 
For goodness sake, 
You need to know these things to write a proper letter!

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Life Gets In The Way

Distant memories call at night
when slumber holds me close
The voices of my child hood friends
the ones I loved the most

Sometimes I feel a need to call
but life gets in the way
I carry one with what I do
and this is where I stay

If I could travel back in time
I know I surely would
Somehow I chased a foolish dream
and lost all that I could

Its funny how we settle for
so little in this life
We give away our souls sometimes
the pain cuts like a knife

All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2012

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The Atom Bomb

Making and use of the a-bomb
An event that spewed waste
A creation that leaves poison
Man knew not the foretaste

As always some good and some bad
Today we have good use
Nuclear medicine does good
Bad if a bomb turned loose

A man can not control himself
Nor the acts of others
Only if all men learn to love
To love man as brothers

The atomic bomb changed history
The course of the war turned
So now we live in a safe world
If only love men yearned  

Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Historical Modified Quatrain
Written this seventh day of January twenty thirteen
Written by: Sara Kendrick

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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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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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Treasures Of Your Soul

In the depths of midnight the sky shows off That which plays within the glows of the moon Harvest yellow casting down on the grass Deep in my heart this hallowed soul has swoon So shocked of this sight, the moon at midnight Complete with its piece of the raven small Proudly displayed this clearing beams tonight And light of the moon fills this space for all This tender light that shines on such a bird Brings me in awe and bewilderment fast I thank the Lord for all his blessings shown This well-manicured spot found at long last The last piece of this romance inspired thought Is her presence, what’s written on a scroll No harvest moon and no midnight raven Can take place of the treasure of my soul
Russell Sivey Contest: Treasures Of Your Soul Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 7/29/2013

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I cry today for lack of shame,
We`ve lost to greed and pride for sure,
to make a living fraud`s the game,
which pumps the heart with blood impure.

My friend becomes my foe with time,
I seek to change and cleanse the heart,
Instead their works increase the crime,
engrossed with pain,I hate this act.

The world has changed from good to bad,
How would I turn their plights around?,
The poor wallows in rot; it`s sad,
This greed lingers as deaths surround.

*Iambic Tetrameter*


CONTEST:"Metrical Verse" sponsored by Giorgio  Veneto.

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My Bedroom

The door of my bedroom is closed
Sunlight filters in through the curtain
I quietly lie down in bed
In this my sweet little haven

My cozy warm bedroom is safe
I feel my soul is truly free
No one dares to harm me in here
The whole world can just let me be

I pull up the covers real tight
As I hug close my teddy bear
I revert to being a child
A child with no worry or care

My eyes wonder around the room
But focus on a memory 
My rapid breathing evens out
As I relive sweet history

The people outside of my room
Leave me filled with stifling fear
I am left confused and unsure
As I brush away a stray tear

I’ve forgotten how to mingle
Socializing just gives me stress
Whatever I may say or do
Leaves me an emotional mess

Yet here in my room I am free
To converse with great eloquence
I talk to me, myself, and I
With such amazing confidence

I simply write and write and write
I resolve to love, laugh and live
I have not a single worry
About what I should do or give

Do you think that I’m a recluse?
A modern day hermit, you say?
It could be, but this I do know
I’m having a wonderful day!

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Life Is Never A Straight Line

Life is never a straight line Full of twists and turns and detours What an fantastic exciting ride it is As above the clouds we soar Wishing the joy will never end A lifetime of love and happiness If you're among the fortunate ones Among those continually blessed Not sure “sad” is the proper word To describe those less fortunate souls Maybe it's just that the right affair Hasn't yet begun to unfold We were all meant to find the love Of a soulmate to live with through life That one time amazing experience That we never ever feel twice Life is never ever a straight line It's an amazing over the top feeling So cherish all those memorable times One's that set you heart reeling © Jack Ellison 2013

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Yellow pollen drifts converge,
adorn nude logs in gros point lace;
red veined, orange campfire strings glaze
blue-gray above my lover's face.

I succumb to reflected eyes,
greening hazel like wise old frogs,
feel black water breast swiftly swell
against a quickening white fog.

Swamped, rose-gold tinged moments,
rocking red boat danger portends;
I glimpse distorted, fear-gray image . . .
his eyes foolish and young again.

July 29, 2014

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Mellow Years

Mellow Years

The bearded gentleman looked neat,
As he passed my house on the street.
In declining years, yet still enduring,
Scoffing at age, merely maturing.

Chronologically ripened, who knows what age?
He’d smile and say he’s still on life’s stage.
You could set your clock by his daily walk
To get fresh air, sometimes stopping to talk.

Losing his wife, outliving friends,
Guarding his life, avoiding sins,
To a loving Savior he was dedicated.
To good behavior he was predicated. 

He left the impression of enjoying life,
His body aging, his wit sharp as a knife.
Accused of growing old he simply sneers,
Admitting only to mellowing years.

—James E. Tate, March 2012

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Envy Of Other People

Obsessed with other’s wallets,
how much they have or earn,
how they manage to live as they do
or how they have money to burn.

How they can ‘afford’ to do this and that,
‘A new car I see on the drive’,
‘Yet another holiday’
and ‘More gadgets to arrive!’

‘They have more coming in than we do’
or else ‘They’re all in debt!’
Who cares what others have
or how much they seem to get.

Stop fretting about the neighbors,
how it compares to what you do.
I sense a little envy
that they have more than you!

They may be living in luxury
but be feeling rather sad,
they may have every gadget
but home life may be bad.

Why compare with other people
or envy them their ‘things’?
You can’t see what it cost them
or the heartache that it brings.

So work at being happy,
focus on family too,
keep your outlook sunny
and others will envy you!

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Route 66 Once More

Route 66 I'd  travel once more
Old now and so ready to retire
A sweet 59 Chevy I'd want to restore
Did it back then, I've still got the fire

Ten to one my best friend will go
Ripe now  for any new adventure
Into the night we'll go with the flow
Plenty of time now for our great tour

Road Trip Contest..

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Some Things Are Constant

Some things are constant in this crazy old world
Like the sun coming up every morn
Butterflies spreading pollen from flower to flower
And joy when each new babe is born

Though difficult at times to see past the clouds
Sunshine always follows the rain
Since the beginning of time as day follows night
Good times will return once again

So please take heart on your darkest of days
Though troubles seems insurmountable
You're the only one in control of your destiny
No one else can be held accountable

Some things are constant in this crazy old world
Like the love that you feel for life
It's the greatest feeling in the whole wide world
But for the lasting love of your wife

@Jack Ellison 2012

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Decrepit And Mangy Old Folks

I live in an adult lifestyle community
So what exactly does that mean?
It means most residents are old farts like me
Though there's some under sixty it seems

Don't know why they've chosen this place
With us decrepit and mangy old folks
Must be because their marriage seems safe
No competition from us “over the hill” blokes

The “put out to pasture” phrase comes to mind
Our usefulness no longer is obvious
Except for baking cookies for the craft show
The reports of our value are quite dubious

Here's a fact that us old guys will attest to
Seen it all, done it all, there's no doubt
We've got a whole lifetime of experience to offer
One problem may be our bouts with the gout

I live in an adult lifestyle community
So what exactly does that mean?
Means residents can't cut the mustard anymore
Just chillin' before us guys leave the scene

© Jack Ellison 2012

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The Softer Side Of Jack

Everyone really knows me As always being loopy and light Although I can be serious at times Silliness always wins the fight It's really just quite recently My happy side has become king I used to get quite emotional At the tiniest little thing Which one of 'em would I rather be A tiny wee bit of both The romantic side is warming But I like my happy side most Perhaps it's just a cover up So my feelings don't get hurt Joking around, making fun of things As life throws out its dirt How many people can really say They're happy within their skin Well I hereby make it known to all I'm the happiest I've ever been © Jack Ellison 2012

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What You'll Get In The end

I remember when life seems so easy,
Care free moments, just sunny and breezy.
Now there is not enough hours in a day,
Often I find myself having little to say.

I work so much I forget how to live,
There seems no reward for all that I give.
I always remember there shall be more hope,
Giving me purpose and all the tools to cope.

The days get longer and nights are worse.
I seek happiness and look for a source.
I always believe it can be better than this,
As the sky glows orange it fills me with bliss.

`I search for peace when none can be found,
I listen closely to each and every sound.
So much happens and slowly fades away,
I seem to get lost in those shades of gray.

I think to myself I need to see all I get,
Just because it’s not here it may be yet.
I look to the horizon as the sun goes down low,
I see so many things just to watch them all go.

Still this is better than nothing at all,
They say the descent is worse than the fall.
I want something more so I try once again,
You will never know what you’ll get in the end.

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Take Under Your Arm

TAKE The opportunity when you see a need To help out your fellow man When noticing someone in great distress Reach out with a helping hand UNDER The adage of humanitarian good deeds Advantages are too many to list For you, a feeling of great satisfaction To the needy a welcome gift YOUR Mind surmises if the roles were reversed How grateful you'd surely feel Wondering how you would return the favour For helping with your great ordeal ARM In arm you go forward to the future Remembering why you became friends Feeling a sense of contentment and satisfaction Realizing you'll be friends to the end ©Jack Ellison 2012

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Old As Dirt

How old are you? Old as dirt When I was young Men wore skirts Guys bent over Showing Big Ben Didn't wear Jockey's Way back when Men were rugged And ladies demure No skin showing But still had allure Just goes to prove Defining what's hot Is what we imagine Not what we've got Forgive us guys It's how we're built But you've been seen Looking up our kilt The moral is this Believe it or not Men chase women Till us guys get caught! © Jack Ellison 2012

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Pity the poor evangelist.
He must always be so perfect.
Not for him the down cast brow,
For fear of it's effect,

On those that he may chance to meet,
Who know of his profession.
A man like him must always greet,
A critical procession.

For friend and foe he must remain,
A beacon in the sky;
To sing his song with glad refrain,
And never dare a sigh;

For if he lets the barrier down,
Even for a moment,
The crowd is sure he's lost his crown,
And thinks his spirit dormant.

We all are made of flesh and blood,
And though some think this odd,
It's hard to stand on a pedestal, Friend,
Even for men of God.

Sometimes we thinnk so much of someone we put them on a pedestal in our mind's eye.
When we do that we don't really do them any favors. Actually we do them a dis-service.
Because then we expect much more of them than we should.
That's not fair. People are people, no more and no less.

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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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Our Paradise Island

Our destination is an island out there
In an ocean of blue with sands so fair
It has everything you would want on a paradise isle
Scenery so beautiful you can't help but smile

We set of from the pier in the Florida Keys
Journeying down south going with the breeze
Down to Panama via it's amazing canal
Sailing into the moonlight me and my gal

From ocean to ocean, Atlantic to the Pacific
Through this engineering gem, just incredible, terrific
The expanse we desire is within our sights
Out past the horizon will be many our night

With the waves we sailed to our yonder blue
Amidst colouring skies of beautiful hue
Whilst shapes from the deep shadow our course
Through the waters they ease with effortless force

Ahead in the distance we hear a thunderous crash
Breakers of white in foamy strewn splash
Sea birds aplenty in torpedo dive
Their feeding frenzy for survival strive

We anchor offshore in a lagoon so calm
As we row to the shore viewing delightful palms
Swaying in the breeze like a chorus of arms
On this paradise island showing one of it's charms

We settle into the evening in our new island home
Sleeping into tomorrow around it's shores we will roam
Living life to the full in this blissful surround
Happiness in tranquillity around us abounds

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A Beast

A beast,wicked and
callous without
He injured me
several times but
never again,
Accident I had
months ago was~him;I
am sure,
lustful and
diabolical with a
Canker worm in his

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What Have I Done

I married just a week ago
my dreams had all come true
But now I wonder what I've done
I'm feeling kinda blue

Contemporary furniture 
she placed in every room
She sold off everything I had
and threw out my old broom

My man cave now is full of tosh
the fridge cannot be found
the flat screen now is somewhere else
old Yellers at the pound

She's gone and changed up everything
who does she think she is?
What happened to the partnership?
She's not the same ole Liz

And now the weekly card game goes
no contact with my pals
She has to have some time alone
a night out with the gals

Oh woe is me what have I done?
a monster I have wed
I'm doomed to watch the nightly news
and then go off to bed

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Happy Guy Jack

Knee deep in problems? See Happy Guy Jack! He'll make you feel better Forget all that crap! Junk that's been filling Your life and your brain No need for that bad stuff Don't need all that pain! Just give it the boot! Say, "Take off outta here"! Then giggle and cackle And go have a beer! The world will go on If you worry or not Don't be such a silly Give happy a shot! A broken record? Me pushing this stuff? You'll soon catch my drift Then won't get enough You'll beg Happy Jack To bring more good cheer So smile, damn it, smile! Now go have that beer! © Jack Ellison 2012

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Words we should not have written
Words we should not have said
Which have taken place in history
Remain locked inside our heads
Times balm it may soothe them
As we inter them within our soul
But we are not santioned to forget them
As they rupture from their hold
If only we could turn back the hours
We would rewrite them, unsay them true
Do anything not to have uttered
Or penned the offending truth
They can destroy love and friendship
These hapless, shapely signs
They show so much of our thoughtless selves
These words we should have left behind
But their meanings are our legacy
Which our hearts must strive to hide
As we endeavour to live each day
We show the world a salve, a smile.

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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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When Time Passes By In Slow Motion

Be prepared all you young'uns The golden years aren't always golden Looking ahead when I was younger Thought, “what a fantastic notion” Life would be a blast lounging around Enjoying my life at its best Sorry to have to burst your bubble Coz here comes the real test You wake up early each morning Ready for come what may But it isn't too long before you realize You have no plans per say Suddenly you've become very aware You're not needed the way you once were You still have so much to offer But life has passed you by in a whirr The hardest thing for you to get used to The fact you're no longer the star The world is still singing and motoring along But you're not driving the car So be prepared all you young'uns The golden years aren't that golden Enjoy life before the inevitable happens When time passes by in slow motion © Jack Ellison 2014

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Ocean's Rites

The Earth rotates around …spins The moon carries its own power The ocean, it focuses on Seeking the meek, lighthouse tower The waves are created …splash We play within the froth and foam Lowering myself to its side I know its love within the zone Into the sea the sky …reflects Makes the waves a romantic blue Entranced I follow the shoreline There is no greater love than you The heavens and with them …power And the ocean lives with its own I carry along with me strength To survive when the Earth does groan Spins, the world moves for life loved Splash, the oceans crash for desire Reflects, thinks of ancient days past Power, holds enough to quench fire
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Answering Questions

Would you like to touch the stars?
Kiss the Moon or maybe Mars,
Run across a curvy rainbow,
To a place of ice and snow?

Could you smile the cold away
And leave me here with nothing to say,
Take my blood tears into your arms,
Paint my life with cinnamon charms?

Is it possible to smile forever,
See the World in pink and never
Be too far away from you,
Without which life has no clue?

Can a thought become a destiny
In the great emotional vastity,
When you feel like you're insane
With nothing to lose or gain?

Do our souls really dance on a string,
Or shine into oblivion,like a diamond ring?
When no one is here to ease the pain,
We've got eachother and that's not in vain.

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How can you hide, from the all-seeing eyes! 
How can you fight, a spirit that never dies! 
What makes you think, you can freeze the sun! 
Whoever told you, you're the almighty one! 

How can you hold weight, when you're so hollow! 
Who said you can erase, your own shadow! 
What makes you think, you can shake the unshakable! 
Who gave you the power, to be incredible! 

How can you live, with the wrong computation! 
Why not ask God, for the right equation! 
Why not take your time, quit living too fast! 
Why dwell on your troubles, that will never last! 

How can you gain, if you refuse to give! 
How can you kill, and you fighting to live! 
Why shouldn't you get burned, playing with fire! 
Why shouldn't you drown, in your lustful desire! 

How can you love the invisible, and hate visible men! 
Why shouldn't you get mawed, wrestling with lion! 
Whoever told you, zero and zero is one! 
How can you proceed, with your math undone! 

Who made you omniscience, a know-it-all! 
Who gave you the crutch, to break your fall! 
How can you think, robbing God is okay! 
Who said if you give, blessing's not your pay!  

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Haunted House

They cling to both my legs in terror
My little ones who just wanted  a thrill
Approached with laughing anticipation
The haunted house just filled the bill......

First was the bowl of white eyeballs
That floated in what seemed to be blood
A hand reached out from the middle
The shrieks of horror came in  a flood

Then a skeleton  who slept in a coffin
Sat up and shrieked with all its might
His hand reached for the nearest child
They screamed in wonderful fright

Evil black bats kept flying above us
And their fangs were a sight to behold
A bite on the neck was anticipated
 Bloody shreiks their enjoyment told

I could hardly walk their hold so tight
Ages six to nine and two in-between
After a cup of hot cocoa they confided
They'd never had a better Halloween....

A true story for the Halloween contest..
Barbara Gorelick

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A Curse

I went down once to a river, 
And saw a willow tree oh so old. 
Burning wildly inside my mind, 
Seeking for old friends to be kind. 

A shadow in the current whispered inside, 
“You never step in the same river twice.” 
The illusion untold is what I find, 
Loosening my hold upon the grasp of time. 

The lizard king crawls inside my soul. 
It spoke of hope oh so bold. 
A cursing light that keeps you from leaving, 
Hope is the one thing I wish would leave me. 

Smoking my mind out of sights, 
And seeing so much more and so divine. 
Looking at life in sights never seen 
Realizing life isn’t as easy as it seems. 

When will hope leave my soul? 
When will this curse let me go? 
It keeps me alive when I want to leave, 
To experience the other side and see freely.

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A Fire Burns

It seems so distant to me now
and memories fade each day
What happened to our way of life?
I really just can’t say

Somehow a stupor settled in 
and apathy laid waste
A generation lost its soul
and values were replaced

My heroes disappeared one day
and rights turned into wrong
Confusion now so strong and clear
To whom do I belong?

Yet now inside a fire burns
I know we're still the best
I pledge allegiance to the flag
my hand upon my chest

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The Dreamer

                                                                     The Dreamer

                                                  The dreamer sees a different world
                                                  Than either you or I.
                                                  He sees the other side of things,
                                                  And sometimes he wonders why.

                                                  The mind that he is given,
                                                  He will use it well.
                                                  He dreams about how things could be,
                                                  And from his dreams only he can tell.

                                                  He sees a world so different
                                                  That world that comes to him
                                                  For his dreams are his alone
                                                  Since he is lost in them.

                                                  In some ways he transcends this world
                                                  And leaves this world behind
                                                  For when he dreams he’s gone from here
                                                  Which is common in the dreamer’s mind.

                                                  He sees a world of beauty
                                                  When at times this life is tough,
                                                  And even when his eyes are closed,
                                                  His thoughts are clear enough.

                                                  Sometimes though the time will come
                                                  When he sees the other side.
                                                  He sees the dark side of this life,
                                                  And this darkness he can’t hide.

                                                  Oh those dreams that are a dreamer’s,
                                                  Those dreams in life I see
                                                  For I'm the one who is that dreamer
                                                  Who dreams continually.

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May Day Basket

A tisket, tasket, a pretty May basket Made to hang on a very special door Filled with flowers from the field For a neighbor that we all adore A tradition when I was just a girl Fun way to bring a bit of cheer The glories of the 1st of May A childhood memory so dear...
Barbara Gorelick 4/21/12

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A New Page

The old page has been crammed, used up and torn Its million pieces scattered, tossed out in the wind Each beautiful memory reserved; errors, I rescind Not worthy of preservation, keenly I did burn Memories of a few special ones who conferred love With stunning new “songs” enriching my life They live in me, as they were sent from above Forever in my heart until the end of all strife! A new page lies open, crisp, and fresh as morning dew! Like a child, I am curious of what will be written today That is so deliberate, unfair, and that would not do For I trust my Maker; whose gifts require no defray And I’ve made no new resolutions, no promises I can not keep Instead, will try living each day in the spirit; a higher place To praise, love, laugh, dance; yes, cry, when paths turn steep Strive to be joyful not by my will; surely by divine grace ~**~
01-01-2011 Note: Thanks for your love, true friendship, caring-you know who you are..These I will forever cherish in our unbreakable bond.

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Amidst Fields of Dry

Through my eyes I see a home of old
If it could speak what would I be told
Would it be stories of joy or sadness and hurt
Will I ever be told before it's crumbled to dirt

Below a saddened sky amidst fields of dry
Could this be reason as I wonder why
Barren lands as the eye can see
Is this the answer that's in front of me

A dilapidated fence with wire of old
No more are the beasts that were in safety hold
Hedgerows so brittle in decaying cascade
Here nature has spoken with her typical tirade

Through my eyes I see a home of old
If it could speak what would I be told
Death is never lasting as I look to my right
For a greened tree prospers, it gives me light

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Where I am From

I am from humor, wit, and playing nice,
to constantly writing on my own device.
I am from softly sassy smiles,
From running and running for many miles.

I am from a family filled with green eyes,
From not giving up and many tries.
I am from parents who always laugh,
and do so much for another's behalf.

I am from being the monkey in the middle,
Being tirelessly teased but looked up to a little.
I am from having just one older sister;
When she went to college I really missed her.

I am from a hard-working military dad,
and Mom who’s a computer software grad.
I am from family paparazzi grandma
With old, silly, sweet-toothed grandpa.

I am from drinking hot chocolate all year round,
From eating Grandma’s cooking without a sound.
I am from Mom’s Mexican, Italian, and more,
From oodles of dishes that become a chore.

I am from a wild-western state,
From watching bright sunsets from the gate.
I am from a city steeped in tradition,
with smart folks filled with ample ambition.

I am from happy green playing fields
Fraught with kids riding bikes without any yields.
I am from “love yous” and “don’t hurries” 
From “stay safes” and “don’t you worries.” 

I am from old fashioned picture frames, 
from fading pink paint with many names.
I am from blooming buds and wilting roses
to lanky limbed trees grown in unique poses.

And in this world that can be so bleak,
It’ll be those memories that I keep.
Locked deep and safe in my own heart;
I've loved them all, every simple part.

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The Sleep Position

The left side of the bed is mine So when I sit down on the bed My pillow is on my right side And that where I lay down my head It’s always the same old routine Start on my right side every night But that’s not my sleep position So I toss and turn till its right On my stomach I only doze And it’s hard to breathe on my back Lots of nights I fight the covers When I turn over in the sack My left side’s my sleep position Where I sleep for most of the night Seems I should switch sides of the bed I’ve tried, but it doesn’t feel right Getting onto my left side quick Doesn’t buy me anymore sleep I first must do the “toss and turn” And then I can quit counting sheep

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I Guess You'll Never Know

It always starts out so lovely,
Talking all the time - 
“Can’t wait to see you,
I’m so glad you’re mine.”

But time fades the colors,
And makes the petals fall.
What once was so exciting - 
Now seems a little dull.

And I know you’ve had your drama
From people in the past.
They didn’t see what they had in you -
Well, I could’ve fixed that.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.

I just want you to know this:
My intentions were pure.
And if I’d let myself love you -
It would’ve been for who you were.

I’m learning every fairy tale 
Won’t have a happy end.
‘Cause now I’m sitting here crying,
Missing my friend.

And now we’re looking at a goodbye
Because you just cant seem to see -
Just what you could’ve had
If you’d just picked me.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.

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I Without Love 2K12

I'd pitifully be of loves absence.
No hugs warmth, and soft kisses awaits naught.
Walking about endless paths of nonsense.
Seeking therein a world wherefrom time waits not.

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Chase Never Ending

Run do so many

Failing yet to see

Matters not where you go

For there, you'll always be


Scars of the past

Erase can you not

Freedom in forgiveness

Lessons not forgot


Memories that haunt

Serenade a tortured soul

Quiet calm does appear

Perfect storm, grows below


Change comes not easy

Resist - most, often will

Distracted in chaos

Excuse not to feel


Chase never ending

Full circle must you come

Words have you spoken

Things you have done


Healing found in time

Amends, can you make

As you were, so you are

New direction, yours to take

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Why Do I Feel Responsible???

I still have dreams that haunt me.
I'm back there as a child.
I see the drinks, the drugs and all.
I watch our family be defiled.

In my dreams I try to help you.
I try to stop the pain.
The stress of changing whats been done
is driving me insane.

I know that I was little.
I couldn't have changed a thing.
Then why do I feel so responsible
for almost everything? 

I feel I should have told you
I hated how we were.
It hurt to be so hungry.
I was afraid, alone and unsure.

I know I was only one of five
and we all went through the pain.
I just can't keep from going back
and feeling it all again.

If only I could have stopped you.
I could have saved you from the drugs.
I could have held you and begged of you.
But, oh hated hugs.

I try not to visit back there
but my dreams go where they may.
Each night I take a step back in time
I hear a little girl say......

Why do I feel responsible? ? ? 

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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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Heart to Heart Resuscitation

Come lay your heart now over mine
Cause it to feel the rhythmic beat
Let your nearness revive…bring life
Electric shock of body heat

My heart is faint, about to die
Weary, sure to give up this fight
Come lay your heart, love, over mine
Bring monitor to life with light

Heart over heart the beat transfer
From your quickened electric pace
My heart catches the vital spark
As I look up into your face

Lips to lips now resuscitate
Your limbs on mine now intertwine
Body upon body infuse
Call me back from heav’n divine

My heart flutters and starts to beat
Intensifies, responds to kiss
Body tingles with healthy glow
Heart beat is strong… nothing a miss

When life imparting work is done
You slowly start to pull away
Checking for vital signs of life
Your face over my heart must stay

You listen for the rhythmic sound
Your head rides on my heaving breast
My breaths of life your hair caress
Your head turns as you kiss each crest

My body, soul, and mind refreshed
I reach for you, love reignites
Now my heart lies on top of yours
Resuscitating from the heights!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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No Great Mystery

I've tried so hard to live my life As a caring human being Don't understand all the conflicts Solutions are so easily seen Just do away with all the hate It doesn't seem too complicated What a triumph that surely would be If everyone was dedicated There I go dreaming again People must think I'm naive Don't know why I'm such an optimist Guess it's just what I believe Faith that most people are basically good When offered simple choices Most times they'll choose the right path to take Be damned, those dissenting voices Call me what you will, my friends I feel much better this way To me it's no great mystery, my friends Let all feast on a happy buffet! © Jack Ellison 2014

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Midnight Pearl

Floating, dreaming, waves lapping, slapping playfully on the rocks
Turning over swimming gently, diving under water, sighting a delicate box
Holding breath, diving deep, pushing with all my might
desperate to reach the box, not could not reach it, chest too tight

The sea is tidal; I work it out, that when the tide is low
I’ll swim back out at lowest tide and give it another go.
It’s late, the moon is shining, just enough to see
I take the plunge holding my breath, and dive into the dark cool sea.

I reach the box my chest is tight, I grasp and kick with all my might
I reach the surface gasping; the moon now smiling down its silvery light
To reach shore, shivering slightly, with apprehension and the chill
To open this box so delicate, the thought gives me such a thrill.

It opens so easily, I am surprised, now my thoughts are in a whirl
I lift the lid, it reveals to the me what I now call the 'Midnight Pearl'.
The moon glances off its pearly skin too beautiful too behold
As the hand come through the water it grasps the pearl so bold.

A voice whispers eerily into the night time air
'Leave the pearl now go - don’t come back you will not dare.'
The moon is now mocking, the pearl gone from my grasp
I see it back in its box as the hand closes down the clasp.

'You are very lucky a life is normally required to see the pearl.'
Fear then engulfed me as the short story did unfurl
'The only exception to the rule is a glance under the midnight moon' 
On the night of the lowest tide, so I grant your life - as a boon.

Mandy Tams ~GG~24/04/2012 

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Sharing with the Rest

I had to share some of my meals with my neigbour
helping poor little ones is mum`s delight
Taught to be kind so as to gain God`s favour
Our home is full of them waiting for the night.

The meal is sweeter and soothing when it is shared
plates raised,waiting to be served as mum does her thing,
Smiling faces;this flow of joy cannot be compared,
Sounds of belch,farts filled the air as normal routine.

Festive periods are bee hived of activities as gifts flow,
clothes and other items are donated with decency,
they are happy to accept without feeling so low, 
We are all delighted to give out with no deficiency.

*My childhood memories...*..

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What is love

Love is the bond  not shared by  few,
Love is from those who hold you tight,
Love is the reason I remain true to you,
Love is from people that make you feel alright.

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Darkness Swallows Me Part One

Time passes and I wonder how did I come to be here.
 I remember watching you from across the misty lawn.
My heart seems to stop beating and I'm almost in fear.
 One minute I see you so clearly, the next minute you're gone.

Maybe I'm dreaming and I never saw you at all.
 And why am I scared at the same time drawn to you?
Your sultry stare captivates me completely in thrall.
 I shake my head as if it would change my perfect view.

I will myself to walk far away from your entrancing eyes.
 I'm shaking and I can't figure out why I'm so scared.
This has to be my imagination playing tricks on me I surmise.
 Then you appear before me as if by magic and I'm unprepared. 

I panic, breathing heavy as I turn to run where you can't find me.
 All of a sudden you're before me and I never even saw you pass.
I try to go in another direction, my instincts say to run, flee.
 Hiding in a room, hoping you won't see me th