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Disposable Wisdom

Each day Annie Lesley opened a can
Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?

Pride swallowed to remain independent
Large, sunken eyes peered from her weathered face
Her late spouse a decorated hero
Annie’s lifestyle a national disgrace

More enlightened cultures all over the world
Have revered their seniors throughout history
Asians and Native Americans
Are just two who honor their ancestry

Polynesians, other Pacific tribes
Respect the wisdom that comes with age
Seniors are welcome in family homes
But here in the states they’re placed in a cage

Bone-thin Annie Lesley chose to be free
Amazing neighbors with her endurance
When social services tried to intervene
She fought with remarkable resilience

Old photos on walls told many great tales
But only purring Tibby was listening
Each morning she rose to care for her cat
Until the day that Tibby went missing

In tears she claimed he must have been poisoned
Though in cat years he was older than she
Each day she sat by the window, staring
Awaiting the homecoming of Tibby

She’d been abandoned by society
Lost in the world’s most “progressive” nation
For sacrificing her spouse in World War II	
Annie received little compensation

This widowed war bride never had children
Her mate had met his fate in Normandy
Posthumous awards she dusted each day
Annie’s life was defined by loyalty

To a man and a cat who never came home
And the vigil she kept all alone
Ended quietly one warm summer night
When an angel came to take Annie home

With a can of cat food in hand when found
Annie had nothing else to eat in her house
This is the way a veteran’s wife died
And tear stains had blemished her faded blouse

Although seniors’ wisdom is heeded
In societies that grow from history
Too many like Annie lead lonely lives
Wisdom untapped, they die in poverty


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Forgotten Heroes of the Somme

Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor, 
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.

In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.

In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.


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Cry of the City


We will walk then, you and I

When daylight shuts her weary eye;

Down the streets where beggars sleep

And drug crazed addicts spend their keep.

On streets that wind through thick and thin

Past monuments of broken sin

The painted whores who smile a lot

A rejected child that time forgot.

 

The evening hymn that sorrows sing

The call to prayer that church bells ring;

The sounds and smells that rape a city

The calls for help that won't find pity.

Do we have time to heal the curse

That captures all the universe

Or would it really be worthwhile

To quell the question with a smile?

 

But we have walked these streets before

And hoped our ears could dim the roar

Of silence gripping cold nightmares

That come unbidden up the stairs.

We share the night with lesser fools

Who stake their plight without sound rules

For each new challenge finds old pain

That lives to give then comes again.


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A Place

I have seen fair lady April
Dance with daffodils;
I have seen the misty dawn
Light moors and windy hills.
Painted in dark shadows
Of a sunlit afternoon
I have smelled the heady scent
Where blue hyacinths commune.

I have heard the curlew's call
As she sailed the wild dark sea;
And seen the sailor guide his ship
In the dream that used to be.
I have known precious moments
In the echoes of a song;
But I never knew the comfort of
A place where I belong.


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Winds of Autumn

I called to the winds of autumn
As they wrapped up the dying year;
"Oh stay for a moment and tell me
Of answers I need to hear".

Who is the rival of prudence
Who is the merchant of crime
Who closes the eyes of beauty
And steals the hours of time?
Who brings the winter to age
From the springs of the fountain of youth
Who is the companion of sorrow
And destroys the justice of truth?
Who's the apprentice of Satan
The Prince of the Power of Air
Whose appetite is transgression
With more than enough to share?
Who weakens the power of the great
Who slaughters the wisdom of wise
Who brings the honest and gracious
To depths that others despise?

The winds of autumn now answered
With a voice like a phantom call
"It's an evil afflicting so many
Who drown in the drink alcohol."
This is the spell of the devil
Who casts his net from hell
An addiction with power to destroy
Gathering all who are caught in its spell
For his net will gather the unwary
To beguile lost souls with his breath;
This is the destruction of lost dreams
That perish in the arms of death






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The Flame

PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets

APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog

The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan

The Flame arrayed an ancient oak 
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak

The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair
and cauterized with utmost care
A cold coyote fled her lair,
left trapped behind... a torpid bear

The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu

The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped and hackled...

EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere...
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there


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COME WHAT MAY




The steep waning of duskfall held by one Cuddled by a wheeze , the dim air’s pale light, Nestling upon boughs of memoirs undone As scenes rise mildly with an ached delight. Although fall plunges into my own depth, Giving way to chills of winter ,prolonged So must spring blossom with a fragrant breath For roam I must through peaks of Augusts’ song. And musings dip upon the faltering wings A blazed remembrance of seasons’ refrains; Snuffed by love’s risk, hardened from cold warning Oh time withers, breaks ...still I call your name. Hearts evade pleas, sweet moments gone astray That now I rest on a crib of old stars But such is life allowing what is the way; To gather new treasures...near or afar. Judy Konos' C'est La Vie 11/5/2014


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What Only Angles Hear

Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.

She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.

She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.

Scars selfinflicted  are better than that 
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing  at the celling.

She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.

The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.

At times it gets to uncomfortable so in 
another direction we  steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles  hear.


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Letting Go

Their lives begin, that special day
Your hardest job, is on the way.
Walking and pacing, all night long
Knowing that one day, they’ll be strong.

Watching them crawl, then walk and run
Treasure each moment, share their fun.
They grow so fast, enjoy each day
For sometime soon, they’ll move away.

Years of school, sometimes they will drag
We’re filled with pride, we parents brag.
Teaching our kids, always be kind
Lasting friendships, many will find.

Do as I say, not as I do
We all have said, our parents too.
The truth comes out, don’t cheat or lie
Don’t try and skimp, to just get by.

Take the right path, we try to guide
Sometimes they don’t, we let it slide.
Knowing they must, find their own way
Life is tough, on track they must stay.

Bumps in the road, many will hit
We as parents, just have to sit.
Learn from mistakes, it takes its’ toll
Their independence, that’s our goal.

The hardest part, is yet to come
When high school years, are said and done.
We’ve done our jobs, as best we could
We must let go, or so we should.

Give them their wings, and let them fly
As we sit back, and often cry.
Turning the page, is hard to do
Wondering if, they listened to you.

Reach for the stars, follow your dreams
It takes time, forever it seems.
Your heart will break, can’t let it show
It’s so difficult, letting go.


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Broken Eyes

The saddest eyes I have ever seen, were green
Filled with broken promises and broken dreams
And looking closely in them I could see
Every horror and trauma she had ever seen
And the tortured past… that her life had been

And I cried the tears she could not cry
As she hid behind her broken eyes


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ONE FOR ALL

God is all colours
And He is no colour,
For He lives in the black
And He lives in the white.
He lives in the mixed,red
Olive, brown and yellow,
For He lives in the heart
Where colours out of sight.

God is all creeds
And he is no creed.
He lives in the Muslim
And He lives in the Jew.
He's there in the Hindu,
The Christian, the Buddhist.
In all true believers
And the doubters too-

So why all this predjudice
Because of colour?
Why all this thinking 
There's a chosen race?
Why are we fighting 
In the name of religion?
When surely God wears 
Every human face.

Man has differences
Man has opinions.
That is the way 
The human race is run.
God is only ONE GOD
However we see him.
He's one for all,
So that all can be ONE. 


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When I Die

As my spirit look down on the flesh,
Will it be angry or happy at death,
Will the life that I have lived be an inspiration,
Or will the whispers be negative conversations,
Will the church be full or will it be empty,
Will the tributes be 2,or will it be plenty,
Will the few that knew me laugh at me,
Or will children and elders cry for me,
Killed violently,would someone die for me,
Would my over-seas friends,really fly for me,
When "Across the Bridge"is sung,and the dust thrown in,
Will I be spotless or filled with sin,
Will the pastor preach that the Lord I had found,
When I am burnt or put under the ground,
Will my kids be comforted,I prepared for death,
Or will they be angry,I left them in debt,
One thing is for sure,death for the living,
So live your life to the the fullest,from the beginning....


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Life

The heartaches of living are many
The comforts of living are few;
The truths we are told are not many
And the lies we were told have come true.
Anxiety's anguish and burnings
That trust, now frustrated brings
The endless sorrows and yearnings
Are lost in the exhaustion of things.

We're done with the frivolous fancies
They sufficed in times of the past;
When we gathered the poppies and pansies
We knew the dream couldn't last.
When all who are weary are sleeping
Collecting their joys and their cares;
Their planting now ends in the reaping
Of thistles and thorns and the tares.

What happens when dreams are all scattered
As leaves are tossed in the storm;
When our faith has been hopelessly shattered
And hopes and our dreams won't conform?
What we had should have been and therefore
It might and perhaps it will be;
And if not, we should prepare for
A flight from reality.

We speak of the worst and the wiser
But the wiser and worst are as one;
Philosophy is the despiser
Of all that lives under the sun.
There is nothing concrete but confusion
There is nothing decisive but death
We imagine our lives an illusion
For life is an ephemeral breath.


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Paradise

Beyond the hills of Auburn
Past the river, through the trees
I found a secret garden
Pretty as you please
A field of red corn poppies
Cosmos and blue bell
Candytuft and blazing star
Bedecked a wishing well
Scarlet sage and tidy tips
Covered a distant knoll
A quiet little gopher
Lies sleeping in his hole
Resting beside a trickling brook
Beneath the weeping willow
I have a bed of scarlet flax 
With yarrow for a pillow
Today, I was truly blessed
When a robin dropped me here
You see in any other place
A gardener I would fear
For I am but a lowly weed
That most would only shun
But in this secret garden
I am loved by everyone


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CROSSING THE TRACKS


On this last railroad journey, all’s ablaze
new stars pulse over brows of feathered trees,
which melt their glowing blinks on  night's decrees
flickering through me white solace and haze. 

Quite often, I have rolled the moonlight’s trail
for winds can pierce into my heart and know
my need to pass the crossings of life's flow
until end’s trip, when tracks of wheel travail. 

Much like this ride, I'll walk the endless course
now seen among wayfarers’ eyes dark gold
where swallows chug above to reinforce;
then hold one light, far fair, I do behold!



1/12/2015


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My Time To Shine

Running barefoot through the open field
No worries, enjoying what the day will yield
Free spirit, given free reign to roam the town
Sun up to sun down, laughter all around

Dreading Mom's dinner bell, such a sad sound
Knowing the day was over and we had to settle down
Mom was a special lady, such compassion and care
Whenever something was wrong, she was always there

She was a mother, doctor, taxi, chef, she deserves applause
Looking back, I didn't realize how good it really was
Nurturing us from the time we were so were small
Just kids, wild and carefree, Mom took care of it all

The times have changed, we are off on our own
No longer able to do life's daily chores all alone
Mom needs nuturing as she is now on the decline
Time to give a helping hand, time to shine




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No Regrets

The gentle breeze blowing in her hair
Sunshine peeking down from high
On the beach entrenched in her book
Another long Summer day passes by

No worries, no cares, only a dream
Of when her sweet prince would appear
She's waited a lifetime of pure misery
Without anyone  close or to endear 

Is it written in the pages she reads?
Between the lines is the meaning she needs
Stories of love and lives that were set free
Knowing there'll be answers to her pleads

Her eyes on her book as the sun starts to set
Not having any fears, apprehensions or regrets


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Memories Of Bygone Days

Memories Of Bygone Days


O' yes,  how well I remember her still
giant black oak atop big wooded hill
Those treasured days now long flown by
our free spirits flying so very high

Summer days within Nature's fine realm
majestic views that did so overwhelm
Cloudy days in the meadow far below
flowers galore, O' what a great show

My lady and I went up there to park
glorious scene set our hearts to spark
Under canopy of that old massive oak
she sweet words of undying love spoke

Our tree saw our love start to bloom
picture of that oak in our bedroom
Two years it watched our love grow
how was it to ever see or dare know

Life came and flew on us so fast
love came deeply but failed to last
Fate sent us onto far different treks
love destroyed, both lives were wrecks

Now I pass that massive tree on the hill
memory recalls her beauty , what a thrill
Time destroyed the scene it ruled then
O' the love of what should, could have been

Robert J. Lindley

note : Area cleared in the early 90's , only tree atop that hill 
is that lone mighty oak!
A sentinel to the destruction that the world, man's world, wrecks
 upon man and Nature alike!!


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A LullabyTo The Lost

Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.

A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets  it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.

The lights in the street hide all but the truth my 
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your  fear.

In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.

That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm 
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.

Can you wash away there stench as from 
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles 
sing a lullaby  to the lost.

Is this hell or a nightmare  that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they 
can depend.

she falls to the floor a lost look needle  
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.

She was  a junkie  and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.

She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.


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Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


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A Healing Silence

When anger rages
Resist the urge to speak
Words will only wound
Resolve is what you seek

Simply take a quiet moment
To let your feelings digest
Remember all that is good
Let nature do the rest

Within this moment of silence
Reason will abound
Animosity retreats
Again love is found


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From a Hospital Bed

 FROM A HOSPITAL BED
Wordancer

Even if I’m dizzy with an aching head, 
I must not disturb the others in the beds
In this hospital ward where not much is said
For fear of making a fuss.

It’s not much fun with nothing to do 
Can’t even get up to go to the Loo
The doctors come, and ask, ‘How are you?’
It’s hard to tell them which is worse 

Visiting hours and here’s Dad and Mum
Who immediately asks me why I’m so glum.
I tell them, ‘The others had ice-cream, but I got none,
And, if it was you Dad; you’d curse!’

Patting my hand, Mum says, ‘It’s all right,’
And Dad says, ‘You might get some tonight,
Cos you’re looking better, you’re not so white, 
I’ll go over and ask that nurse.’

Back he comes grinning down the ward,
And sits back in the chair without a word,
To Mum he whispers so he can’t be heard
Then his eyes meet mine, his lips are pursed. 

The doors swing open; a nurse comes through,
Carrying a tray and says, ‘This is for you,
You can have some now you are healing like new,
To Mum, Dad says, ‘We’ll cancel the hearse!’

I’ve broken no bones, the x-rays prove, 
But there’ll be a scar and a slight groove
Left from the fencepost that failed to move
When I fell on it, off my horse

With an arm in a sling and one foot on the ground,
The other in plaster and my head bandaged round,
I’m going home soon, and my horse has been found
Across the river, but he’s none the worst.

It’s easy to laugh with no aching head
And it doesn’t disturb the others in beds
‘There is no need to fear,’ as everyone says,
‘Just ring the bell for the nurse!’ 


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The Poet

THE POET’S PANEGYRIC “There’s someone I knew with talent unleashed and a heart that had for so many relentlessly reached This poet sought inspiration from the living and the dead But I can tell you this about the poet who has moved me by what this poet had ever said I read the words from a comfort zone which this poet created, surrounded by friends or by foes or simply alone” His essence of soul sweeps down deserted dead streets where the thunder still crackles, the burial bell bleats He laughed at himself as a Royal Rhymester Clown but bore the black pains of those all aroun’, He echoed regrets but never a grudge ... of this I’ll say little... let his lines be the judge THE POET’S PEN Blind shots cry out beneath the night, a car is cruising by. A stripling’s blood streams words to write ... Wry rhymes to ask us why A silly girl with child, unwed... to many, but a slut. The baby at her breast is dead ... Cruel couplets meant to cut A drifter, broken, cast aside, lies lifeless in the cold. Tap tattoos on a tattered hide ... Some scarlet stanzas scold Two lovers clutch a turtledove, enraptured by her coo, impaled on pangs of Ladylove ... A sultry song for two A drone of drums in distant wars beguiling bold dragoons who sell their souls like wanton whores ... Raw rhythms writ in runes The stars ablaze, like tiger-eyes reflecting candlelight, ’lume angels singing Lullabys ... A sonnet stuns the night The soulless eyes of shackled slaves drip tears that burn and blur. Their ash, like dust, set free in graves ... Emblazing ballads stir A hurricane, foretold, unfurled, unravels mystic signs as Demons dance, destroy the World ... Limned lurid lyric lines Some die a death neath hangmen’s hands where tainted justice reigns for ‘thou shalt kill’, Revenge commands ... A quiet quatrain pains While well-to-dos amass and flaunt And follow fashion’s trends, pale children starve and die of want ... And so an epic ends THE POET’S EPITAPH His words lie strewn along the sand While breakers wash ashore The ripples weave designs unplanned ... a verse forevermore His tales, entwined in cryptic airs where freedom seeds are blown, warn Guarders of the Realm ‘beware’ ... his heresy is sown His life outlined a chronicle along a lonesome road It started out as doggerel ... and ended as an ode
With a little help from my extremely talented, but somewhat modest, friend “ANON” AKA JC... Thanks JC, for the depth of your support and your breath of inspiration...


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Mankind's Greatest Mystery (inspired by Chris Higgins)

If 2012 prophesies prove true
And Earth’s life cycles again renew
Mysteries of man will be more than a few

Challenges may await future life forms
With intellects far surpassing our norm
Created to live without doing harm

For if they decipher man’s history
What will they make of our great mystery
The one we refer to as bigotry

Black labs, gold retrievers live side by side
Wild stallions and mustangs on prairies ride
Both red ants and black, free to colonize

Man’s refusal to accept differences
To wiser beings may make no sense
What in man’s makeup can give it credence?

Earth’s subsequent creatures may reproduce
Not needing two sexes to call a truce
So mating rituals may be pursued

A single-sex species might not comprehend
Why women workers were paid less than men
And why “free speech” was not just a given

Questions would most certainly arise
How a believer in God denies
Rights to free worship without compromise

And how could so many wars be waged
Evoking God’s name in death-march crusades
With killing, torturing in every age

Indeed such mysteries in man’s history
Would leave a perplexing legacy
Sure to confound any new species

New cultures may thrive on diversity
Of religion and genealogy
And speak of our inferiority


Note:  This is dedicated to Christopher Higgins whose poems about prejudice inspire readers 
to do more than just think about one of the greatest ills in our society.


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Lives to Live

I need more lives for me to live
In this universe of beauty;
I plan more days to find new ways
Of doing freedom's duty.
I need not more joy than this
For I am life's dear lover;
And when I wage to turn the page
I'd never want another.

The glorious pledge of sunny Spring
With sweet June coming after;
Bring autumn sighs and summers cries
Lost in winter's laughter.
With virgin moons and scorching noon’s
And stars of a thousand nights;
I'd need no heaven if love be given
With all its sweet delights.

There are many splendors for the eye
And such music for the ear;
The mind would reel with all to feel
And see to touch and hear.
There's many ways to spend the days
And more to do what's kind;
For bread now cast on waters past
Returns again I find.

There are such gifted souls to know
And many more to learn;
While a promise rests in earth's warm breast
And unknown stars still burn.
In six days God made all the earth
The bible is known to say;
Six lives I need to plant a seed
Of love with one for each dear day.

But sad if love should fly away
Or hide his face from me;
Six lives aren’t much if I had such
But one’s all that need be.
With unhappy May and sorry June
Sad dawns and weary night;
A sorry world through space was hurled
When love had lost her light.


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Midnight Brings The Dawn

It seems that all my life I’ve seen some darker times Now and then the times I knew were more than I could stand. But, learn we must, from all hard times and soon we come to know It’s trying times that we go through that makes a boy a man. When we feel weak at heart and think we’ll never make it Our spirit strengthens us to somehow carry on. It’s then we learn that just at midnight things could get no worse And soon we see the darkness fade and midnight brings the dawn. Every midnight has a dawning Every dawning has a day Where daylight shines on things remembered And some things lost along the way. And every passing daylight Brings evening into play Where we’ll face another midnight That brings, yet, one more dawning day. It seems a pattern thus emerges, Monotonous as it may seem, Every midnight brings a dawning, Filled with all our daylight dreams. Dreams are meant to bring survival To those who may have lost their way. Who found the darkness of the midnight Kept the dawning light at bay. So, as near as I can figure, There’s this we can rely on However bleak the darkest midnight, After midnight comes the dawn. Written by John Posey 04/09/13


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A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived

A Reflection Upon A Long Life Lived




So many things in my life have come and gone
   idle days of fishing and resting in shade
Early morn sight of mother deer and newborn fawn
   so many of the sweet , dear friends made

Holidays with grandparents singing happy tunes
   picnics lakeside in grove of red oak trees
Birthday parties cakes , ice cream and balloons
   disappearing ships sailing upon unknown seas

Loves, far too many in my wild younger days
   beautiful girls waiting for a kiss
So awesomely pretty in their hot sexy ways
   so many more did I foolishly miss

Life flowed on like a flooded raging river
   me with a ship and no winded sails
Too often selfish taker instead of loving giver
   driving hammer without the much needed nails!

Robert L.  05-24-2014

Truth in the telling. A wild life, mistakes galore , escapades on far too many shores!


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Gypsy Guy

Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains, Be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins; The ones that plot are in a spot, the boss man he complains: “The gypsy soul, I can’t control, my patience wears and wanes; They will not cede to common greed, one only way remains, In boxcar bins, with violins we’ll freight them out in trains, And in the bogs, they’ll die like dogs, and everybody gains.


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Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


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Raptures, Lava Lake of Love

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A poem lifted from my lifes delightful memoirs in jubilations 

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Beauties virginal night lost within, my lipstick loves, coronation ~
 
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              * “An Excerpt, From Page 69” *
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"...And then she spread amid her desires, my soft yet burning thighs

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Clutching unto her flowing locks tightly, as I closed my loving eyes*

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Lingering upon my wet lips her very own; ecstasies design ~

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Squeezing my breast as I moaned she entered, our destiny defined..." 

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“Amid Raptures, Lava Lake of Love.” 







* “Dedicated * Unto All of The Beautiful Girls In The World.” *


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TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS

TRUE LOVE SAILED OVER SEAS Have I met trouble when I met your ocean eyes for beneath that steady gaze, I reach the highest sky? Slothful moon turned grey, so the stars: tired and pale when I behold your white angelic grace. . . Distant and unfamiliar you may seem, I wasn't afraid to run, run and catch your gleam without a guarantee of us becoming one, still, I pursue to behold you, my woman. I am no Romeo nor you are not Juliet but allow me to prove, I love immaculate... Hundred miles and hundred days we may separate, yonder, seasons change, my heart to you, I dedicate. Overseas, each time the ship reach the shore, immediately like thunder, I trip to the door for me to send my love letter or find a phone excited I am, the opportunity, I don't postpone! Pity at that time, no internet or cellphones yet so the instant a signal peeps, it's you, I first check. My ears blush and so I am in fever love each time our exchange of thoughts began. Then again while we talk, sometimes, the signal fret, or without proper warning our chats end to wreck. Coins gone and so time on shore is done, again I want to dial My sunshine smile not turning to the river Nile... My heart on somersaults when they hand me your letter like a little boy with his favorite toy, I keep it near my chest awhile I am on reversed cardiac arrest, I confess. Winter feeling I have blown and within is a summer weather, ten months or a year in the middle of the sea with only your letters and photo I kiss, I, in jubilee! Years passed, I came home and I search your address, my intentions of wanting to marry you, I will express. Your parents, unsure of me, they probe too much. How many women I touched-- I gone to bed with for am a sailor, they thought to any girl I resort, I was stunned but I remain calm and quiet as I know myself, loyal to you and no one else. I tried to woo them and prove, my only love is you. God must have blessed us-- as their stone heart melt, a year later, my dream of being your husband came true. _____________________________________________________________ ©O. E. Guillermo 07:42 pm, January 19, 2015


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Grading on the curve


I’ve been told, I deserve so much,
for the work I've done, for the lives I touch.

I would like to say, my dear friend,
what I deserve, is a bitter end!

I have hated, I have snapped,
people I love, I have slapped.

I have lied, I’ve also cheated,
believe it not, I have mistreated.

I have envied, I have stolen,
and many promises, I have broken. 

I’ve been selfish, and I’ve been greedy,
 too many times, I have been a bit sneaky!

I’ve wrongfully punished; and wrongfully accused,
plus for my own gain, I have spitefully used!

I've been so angry, as a sailor I've cursed,
 to be brutally honest, I have done much worse!

I’ve been encumbered, I’ve been a drunk
oh yes, my life was so full of junk!

Even though I knew that it was wrong,
all these things, I did to belong!

If you just met me, you’re probably in shock,
but in a sinful nature, yes, I sure did walk!

Then I met Jesus, I heard his good news,
and how for my sins, he was bruised!

how from the beginning, his love ran deep,
and for my own heart he did weep

For every wrong that I ever did,
he shed his blood, my sins he hid!

Now, I'm FREE; ACCEPTED; and thoroughly WASHED,
and that mean ole’ devil, is surly squashed!

Now he can’t touch me with a 10 foot pole,
for it is written, on God’s holy scroll!

God says, I’m FAVORED and TRULY BLESSED,
Because faith in Jesus, I CONFESSED!

In my spirit, I have been CHANGED.
And in his RIGHTEOUSNESS, I'm REARRANGED!

Now, this might sound too good to be true,
But that’s the GOSPEL, for me and you!

 You still say, we get what we deserve,
Well, I thank you JESUS, for grading on the curve!


Stacey Brown 2-7-14


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Death's Shadow


Shadows will absorb burdens of death’s hour where the brightest lights reach, touching my soul, and I’ll follow, a choreographed stroll through time, feeling love’s eternal shower. While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing, Death will come at night and shine like morning. The last breath drawn will be deepest, journeys new with all the love I have ever known. My father, leading by the hand, will show truest joys, reuniting family. While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing, Death will come at night and shine like morning. When darkest thoughts of death come to my mind and tears, heavy-laden, fall from my eyes, clouds may gather but not for days gone by. I may cry for cherished souls left behind. While the heartbroken grieve and angels sing, Death will come at night and shine like morning.


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Caged Silence

Caged Silence

A whispered voice
on a gentle breeze
hushed by the ripple
of rustling leaves,
goes unheard.

The silent spinning
of a mournful tale
inked on a page
soon grows pale,
goes unread.

Desires of hearts
straining the seams
stay tucked away
to cavort in dreams,
go unspoken.


All Rights Reserved by Debra Squyres


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In the Middle of the Universe I Stand

In the middle of the universe I stand, Both feet planted firmly on the land. Gold is the sun in the sky. Oh, that I could fly! Finally I Would be free! Earth-bound, though, I sigh. I'll remain so till I die. Knowing that out there is something grand, In the middle of the universe I stand. Written 2/5/15 for the contest of Verlena S. Walker *This contest inspired me to create a new form of poetry- with syllable count: 11/9/7/5/3/1/3/5/7/9/11 to make the middle word stand out


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Give My Words A Witness, I Just Want To See You Click This

It's about time for another rhyme,
Hide and seek with visual speak.
Dance to the drop of spilled ink,
Life is a frozen ice skating rink.
Confess of a mess when melting,
Less of a bless when welting.
Give my words a witness,
I just want to see you click this.

It's about moments of time spent.
Loving the self no matter the wealth.
Cha cha to the ah ah of your soul.
Life is a challenge, stop, drop and roll.
Time is a lime in the bottle of Jack.
Spent is hours lent that never come back.
Give my words a witness,
I just want to see you click this.

It's about stretching realities laws,
Zebra stripes and tiger claws.
Tap dance to the chance of change.
Savor the flavor of being sorta strange.
Clap with the slap of laughter and glee.
Free to be who you want to be!
Give my words a witness,
I just want to see you click this.

Smile for a moment and pause in that position
Life is your story book so make up your own fiction.

Casarah Nance
acameraandaquill.com
January 08-2015


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Fear

Trust in your fear
As it speaks with a voice
Or you'll be left in pieces
With no longer a choice

For your fear will take over
In vociferous chant
To pieces you will collapse
In meandering rant

So when ever this word
Called fear appears
Don't fall to pieces
Or your soul disappears




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-3.php


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Soul Seeks Its Maker

Soul Seeks Its Maker
(Scent of My Soul)


Soul seeks its maker for great relief
 from grave doubts in spiritual belief
Mysteries sent to tantalize the mind
journey forth the true light to find

Little voices singing in ones head
suggesting other dark paths instead
My Soul giving its answer so firm
only the light I seek can ever affirm

Scent of my Soul floating in my heart
each beat grants it a newborn start
As my heart slows for a restful sleep
my brain journeys forth into the deep

Destination unknown, course rightly set
spiritual butterflies caught in my net
Answers are given in the flapping wings
Soul given rest as beauty stirs to sing

Music springs lovingly in rhythmic time
thoughts and joys given so truly sublime
My Soul then wakes to each newborn day
with love and its spirit holding sway

10/12/2014


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Nature's Goddess Came To Greet

Nature's Goddess Came To Greet


I stood upon a new dawn
  When life was on the mend
And Spring burst in my heart 
  Nature's glory became my friend
Night stars and moon gave delight
  As if life commanded this show
Brilliant rays cast upon the trees
  A movie brightened dark the night


The forest spoke its worth
  Creatures danced in sweet time
A pulse livened the glowing scene
  Death and birth both sublime
Earth sent spirits to reveal
  Stardust lying, lightly all around
Sights and sounds marvelous to behold
  Mysteries slept in time surreal


Blast of knowledge entered in haste
  Trees spoke with renewed vigor
Nightbirds sang in softened tunes
  She appeared a glowing figure
Nature's goddess came to greet
  Lowly man now most  confused
A gift rarely ever given man
  Goddess showering presents at man's feet


Set deep in this majestic night dream
  Earth, Man and Nature eternally a team 


Robert J. Lindley, 12-31-2014


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Breath of love

I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love. As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love. My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love. © (4 Feb '15) For the contest 'breath of love' by Gail Angel Doyle


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Broken Eyes

The saddest eyes
I have ever seen
Were Green

Filled with broken promises
And broken dreams

And looking closely in them
I could see

Every horror and trauma
She had ever seen

And the tortured past
That her life had been

And I cried the tears
She could not cry

As she hid behind 
Her broken eyes.





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Letters from Afghanistan (cowritten by James Fraser)

Dear Carolyn:
Another letter from another tour
In this place in the sand they call Helmand
This will be my last, for you can be sure
To never look back on these Afghan lands
 
          Dear James:
          It's been so long since I've felt your embrace
          Studied the constellations through your eyes
          Found joy in the manly features of your face
          Or recovered from our last sad goodbyes

Dear Carolyn:
Another two lost, one was my best friend
Before it's me, I pray my leave is soon
My heart is crying out, my hopes descend 
Is tomorrow my day, in deathly strewn
 
          Dear James:
          I've been praying so hard; surely you're safe
          The son I carry will have his Dad's smile
          I don't think God would orphan our young waif
          You must walk through our door in a short while

Dear Carolyn:
The joy in your letter, mother to be
Me a father, soon to be homeward bound
Grow with my kin in the land of the free
To thrive in peace on American ground

          Dear James:
          I think our boy will be a football star
          Perhaps he’s sending a message to Dad          
          Like Peyton and Eli he’s thrusting hard
          To have you and him here, I’ll be so glad

Dear Carolyn:
As James was preparing to say goodbye
Boarding the chopper to take him your way
Enemy aircraft dropped bombs from the sky
I regret to say this was James’ last day
          Commanding Officer Brannigan
          U.S. Armed Forces, Afghanistan


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BreadLine

I've been waiting for hours in this breadline.
Frustrated and thankful, yeah, I'm doing fine.
My stars won't change, they'll only get dimmer.
Health declines as the bank accounts get thinner.
It's hard to break what has already been broken.
Hard to speak up for help, words need to be spoken.
There's no way out of this life for me.
Destined to be pushed into proudless poverty.
Every step up takes me two steps down.
No escape from this drugged up worn away town.
Struggling from the cradle to the grave,
heart crushed, arms bound, societies slave.
If there's wonder where I went, I'm still here.
Teetering between hopelessness and fear.
Prince Charming is saving babies, and that's alright.
I'm getting knocked around, roughed up, but it's my fight.
I see rainbows, I love it, but there is no pot of gold.
Every day I am making it work as I am growing tired and old.
I dream of the world that is different from my reality.
Waiting for a superhero to come and save me.
Until then I'll be waiting in this government breadline.
Tired and hungry, but don't worry, I'll be just fine.


07-22-2014


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Answer Me This

My life surpassed, fades long, yet fast
(Below the dirt, my coffin's cast)
Despite how deep, however vast
I'll dwell inside that vacant mass
It's only He that understands,
The One that gave me Poet's hands
So tell me please, if you can-
How from dust arose a Man?


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Love Along the Way...

Don't bruise the flaxen reed
Don't wind the strings too tight
on instruments of hearts and wishes
burning, burning bright...

Call the night, the night.
Call the day, the day ~
as we continue the fight of our lives
we love along the way...


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Musings , Wishes and Life

Musings , Wishes and Life



The Fire burneth while our world turneth
yet the rose still holds it's red bloom

The mighty Oaks stand majestic and tall
while man's glory hardly rates a call

The cold Wind bloweth so surely we know
angels bleach the whiteness in the snow

The Forest lives to give beauty and art
wildlife and earthly souls stand far apart

The Sky singeth and the sweet earth reflects
Natures beauty opposite man's many defects

The Soul endures and stays the greatest test
that prove kindness and love serve us best

Robert J. Lindley, 06-26-2014


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His Background

This enlisted soul
At eighteen years old
Barely a man
Not even street wise told

From the proms, to the camp
He kits out tomorrow
His future he stamps
Never knowing bloodied sorrow

In just under a year
He's older and wiser
To a theatre so different
Says his military adviser

Overseas he heads
Thoughts of back home
What goes through his mind
In eighteen years old roam

Where could he have been
In so short a time
Colouring books
Making joining words rhyme

As he looks to his background
What does he see
An eagle soaring
In the land of the free

The statue of liberty
And the bill of rights
With the thirteen stripes
And the stars to delight

He is just a boy
In grown up clothes
Another one lost
To a cause we will loathe




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php


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The Pirates Life

    He stands upon the salty,slippery deck,
Yelling yaargh matey ,
with a halfhearted pirate drawl.
He's not to impressed with himself,
not an eyepatch or wooden leg,
not even a hooked claw.
The parrot on his shoulder,
is a wannabee,
a sparrow that fell from the Crowsnest, 
from high up above.
It has no quips ,or spikes,
or pirate quotes,
just nesting on his shoulder 
with birdly kind of love.
Aye captain the crew responds,
snapping to their chores.
Tend the wheel ,lash the mainsail,
take the soundings
 less we hit a reef.
The sea going life is not for every man,
walking the plank,storms and rickets.
Crabs in your knickers ,
really give you grief.
Aah but when the wind fills the sails to bursting,
yards of canvas strain to be free.
And the ropes play ,sea going music
of a tension melody.
A song that captures
every young buccaneers heart ,
and soul and fancy.
For the music of the wanderers life,
an endless expanse of blue,
bravehearts and fearless men find,
quite a bit too chancy.
Black Beard,Yellow Beard,
the famous Captain Blood,
were all fearless pirates of their day.
He truly knows that he can be,
a great one too.
If he could ever find that bleeping map,
and escape this landlocked bay.


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From My Window Lofty High

From my window lofty high
I sit and watch the passersby 
Safely from within the womb
Of this quiet and private room
That's my asylum in the sky
And, I imagine...

From the safety of my perch
Above the elm, the oak, and birch
Alone, I slowly drift through life
Exempt from conflict, chance, or strife
Away from any harmful search
And, I imagine...

From my pinnacle of peace
Much like the eagle, lark, and geese
I wrap myself in solitude
Safely from the multitudes
And their evils that never cease
And, I imagine...

I imagine a world of peace and good
With people living as people should
A world glowing with brotherly love
That's flowing down from God above
With all faiths tolerantly understood
But then...

From my window lofty high
I'm left alone to wonder why
Why the world became so cold
And, why compassion can't unfold
Out there perhaps a soul could try
But here alone,
                     ...I can only imagine.


                                            Timothy I. Brumley


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UNSELFISH LOVE

I was blessed to know a woman in my life
Who faced hard times, struggle, and strife.
A Chinese immigrant, she came from a poor town
Lost her husband, was kept from her daughter, but not kept down.

She had three other children who were born here
Getting them a better life was her biggest fear.
She had to fend for herself and them alone you see,
Speaking little of the language in this foreign country.

But, she had always lived a determined life
So she fought back...with a fork and a knife.
She opened a restaurant in a small community
Where her gracious manner made her friends instantly.

Her children would grow up in town with new friends
The restaurant she opened was the mean to her ends.
She worked very hard...sometimes eighteen hours a day
She never complained because that was her way.

Her life's expectations knew more successes sublime
The restaurant grew...one egg roll at a time.
She once told me of the anxiety she felt at the money she'd spent...
Laughing said, "My uncle said sell 2 qts of Chop Suey/Day...you've got the rent."

She was a woman who chose kindness as she felt had to her been shown
To people far and near her generosity was known.
She was thankful that she had the opportunity
To give back with love rather than animosity.

I first met her over some 30 years back
She struck me from the that moment as a person who had the knack
To make others feel at home though strangers they be
She certainly did, because she did it to me.

I still remember her caring for me...it was shown
Once caught in a blizzard, she opened her home.
So often was there a path to this woman's door
Though she stood, less than 5 foot 4.

Her heart was as big and wonderful as one would want
An earthly angel, she was heaven sent.
Though her health began to wane later in life
She never gave in to that world of strife.

Her eyesight began to fail and it was difficult for her to see
But that didn't stop her or her generosity.
She loved people and filled everyone with cheer
Ever thankful that she had had a life here.

Though she is gone I'll never forget her face
Or her love of life, devotion to family, and unstoppable pace.
To me I'll ever be thankful to have had the joy
Of calling her "Ma" ... ONE IN A MILLION~was Connie Moy!

1st Place Winner - "One in a Million" Poetry Contest


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Wisdom of the Cougar

She thought by marrying an older man
She would forever look young in his eyes
He led the way, ‘twas a child that held his hand
Until he met with an early demise
 
Older now, she finds herself attracted
To young men more likely to outlive her
But my, oh my, how her peers reacted
With choices she made, they could not concur
 
Fiftyish gal with a thirtyish mate
He showers her with such great affection
And he doesn’t mind she can’t procreate
But from old friends she's scorned by rejection
 
These friends have husbands who are cheating now
For men have desires to feel young as well
Their marriages hang from a fragile bough
As these men fire blanks at much younger belles
 
 
 
*Entry for Dr. Ram’s “Cougar Effect” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire



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A Forest

The night like clouded charcoal scorched,
A sea of trees with starlight torched.
A night where laws are sound asleep,
Anarchic prayers running deep.

Alone I hear the wretched screams
Of screeching trees... or so it seems.
The cries protract into the air,
Without a sound they disappear.

The shrieks have bartered now anew
With sounds of meat and boney chew
Discharging from the faithless trees
And snarling with my memories.

But creatures' gruesome growlings drown.
I smell the gunpowder and frown.
The waging sounds of war advance
In battle stance with gun and lance.

The sounds of bleeding men enhanced,
The sounds of fate and time and chance,
No sooner do they cross the trees
Than fade as all their voices freeze.

But worse than bombshell sounds occur;
The storms, the winds, the thunder stirs.
The roars that shake the forest's roots,
The flowers, soil, and passion fruits

A rainy resonance restocks
The grass the air the woods the rocks
And washes with its dancing tingle
All the sounds that intermingle:

A dreaming forest in the night,
And trapped within its fanfare fright,
It chokes me in its thunder thrill
And hangs me in the silence still,
And hangs me in the silence still.


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Behind the mask

Behind the mask there is a frail and fragile me
Enigmas clothed in conundrums; that the naked I can’t see

'Behind the mask is concealed, my authenticity
Examine my history to unravel my perplexing mysteries

Behind the mask it is unseen paralyzing, piercing pain
With arrogance and self-assurance camouflaging the shame

Behind the mask is hidden my true Identity.
Seek and survey the signs of my obscurity

Behind the mask is veiled a heart that’s been broken
Held together by unexpressed resentment and animosity unspoken 

Behind the mask is where my insecurity hides,
Like realism wrapped in riddles, you must read between the lines

Behind the mask is where I cover my falling tears
Dig just below the surface and you’ll unearth my crippling fears

Behind the mask there are cloaked secrets unexplained and untold
Decipher the symbols to crack my encrypted codes


Behind the mask you’ll uncover my True expressions 
Remove and reveal parodies, and expose the false impressions

Behind the mask, it is hidden, my Individuality.
Not acting out some script of who I’m thought to be

Behind the mask is obscured my, vulnerability
 Suppressing the mounting manifestation of the inner me

Behind the mask it is disguised, my true reflection
Underneath open wounds inflected by rejection 

Behind the mask rest crushed and shattered dream
Where fear muzzles roaring whispers and screeching silent screams

Behind the mask is buried, my stolen youth
Deception, and cover-ups, masquerading as facts and truth

Behind the mask is where I screen the confusion
Look close and you’ll find, trickery and deception, draped in fantasy and optical 
illusions

Behind the mask it’s stifling; it is hard for me to breathe,
The walls of deceit  that i have built ,are quickly  closing in on me. 

I am trapped behind facades of smirks and phony smiles.
So may I please remove this mask just for a little while?

Chiquita Baity


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Cobalt Summer

Down there, on the shell-coarse beach in a furnace of sand The sea writhed and almost boiled at the shore, Barefoot we walked, with her hand in my hand No girl had ever driven me more. She dry-licked her cherry lips and saltily smiled, Solar flares bursting there in my chest, The way she moved always drove me wild, My eyes entranced by her shape in that dress. The sun stamped in the sky like a chromium plate, Dripped the colours of butter and steel, And she stood there the most, the coolest hot date, So radiant and still and surreal. When she threw back her head as she lay on the grass Liquid eyes burning silver and green, With the parting of lips she gave me a free pass And the world dissolved to aquamarine.


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Lest We Forget

In churned up soil the poppy rose 
On top of death, still steadily grows 
And in our minds we see the crosses 
That lie in rows and count our losses 

Blood that drips from tiniest bloom 
Beloved children, lost from the womb 
Their essence blown upon the earth 
For infinity, will show their worth 

And so they marched by decree 
A war they fought, so we could be free 
The poppy, how we remember them now 
So in silence we do reverently bow 

One single day, just once every year
To remember all the horror and fear 
To give thanks and praise, to those in need 
Who saved us through unselfish deed 

For so young when they said goodbye 
With no idea that so many would die 
In Flanders Fields where poppies grow 
Innocence, now lays buried in each row 

For those that did return safely home 
Their spirit lost and so had flown
To fly away among the peaceful skies 
With friends and larks with carefree eyes

In the thunder hear the roar of guns
Calling to all our native sons
Arise, arise, from sleep once more
For once again, there will be war

In Flanders Fields, the poppies grow 
They cover our loved ones, buried below 
Like a blanket, they protect all within 
From a world that is ravished by sin 

More souls will join them as the years go by 
More wars will be fought, as the lark does cry 
More fields will be filled, with our dead 
And poppies will mark their graves in red

"Lest we forget and more shall die"
"In Flanders Fields our loved ones lie"

 


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Keep It Turnin' to the Right

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
 
Herding made no money, its stock was really down
Mamaw feeling poorly, dad mining at Old Town
Seventeenth of December, in the year of twenty-nine
Dad was shoring timber, 9th west entry of the mine
 
The gas ignited close to him, he never smelt its breath
It belched out fire and thunder, and everlasting death
Sixty-one they counted, who wouldn’t see the sun
Twenty-five weren't recognized, they buried them as one
 
On that fatal Tuesday, the boy became a man
Had to make a living, had to have a plan
Heard about the oil patch, got a chance to try it
Drill the earth for all she’s worth; keep it turnin' to the right

Some they called him weevil, some they called him worm
Some they wouldn't speak to him, figgered he was just short term
They told him "Open up that vee door; go to get the key
It's in the possum belly, in doghouse number three"

Took his turns at floor hand, at first a little green
Became the fastest broke out hand the driller ever seen
Morning tour, evening tour, working day and night
Drilled the earth for all she's worth, kept it turnin' to the right

The driller called him partner; the pusher called him son
The other roughnecks shook his hand, and took him in as one
Got up on the monkeyboard; learned to spin the chain
Pumped that mud and shed his blood, and worked right through the pain

On a bitter frosty evening tour, in a cold December snow
He saw derricks lit like Christmas trees in distance far below
He saw the fairyland of the refinery, shining through the night
He saw Mother Earth and the universe, all turning to the right

The oil patch was a hard life, moving all the time
But he saved a lot of money, didn't waste a dime
Morning tour, evening tour, working day and night
Drilled the earth for all she's worth, kept it turnin' to the right

Sent his kids to college, working through the years
One became a teacher, the others engineers
He hung up his hardhat; he shed his steel-toed shoes
Then one day he passed away; he'd finally paid his dues

Made it to the Pearly Gates; they handed him his wings
Handed 'em right back to them; said "I don't need these things.
I want to do some drilling. That's my heavenly plan."
They said "Go talk to the Devil then, cause he's the company man."

Old Scratch needed hellfire; he always come up short
Too many politicians and others of that sort
When he heard they had a driller, he jumped up with delight
He danced a jig, "You've got your rig. Keep it turnin' to the right."

Now he drills for hellfire; in the derrick he's got Jake
Buck and Sam on the platform; Sonny's on the brake
They all grin like demons; they're all where they belong
Doing what they love to do, they sing their roughneck song

"We all eat caliche and drink the devil's brew
Play dominos with Satan and skunk him at forty-two
Work all day on Sunday and honky-tonk all night
We're oilfield trash and we'll take cash to keep it turnin' to the right

We all love West Texas; it's like the Promised Land
Horny toads and rocky roads, and even dunes of sand
Dust storms every morning, northers every night
We get tans and freeze our cans to keep it turnin' to the right"

The lingo used around the rig you won't hear much in church
It'll curl your hair and make you stare and leave you in the lurch
So close your eyes and realize it's gonna get much worse
Drink your beers and plug your ears; here comes the final verse

"We p*ss longneck Lone Stars; we f*rt Frito pie
Give us ****, and we will spit some Red Man in your eye
Don't **** with us, or we will cuss and bring you to the fight
We're low class, but we kick *** to keep it turning to the right"

8/10/2012
Coal mining, oil drilling and Hell - Doesn't get much darker and deeper...


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Emptiness of Living

The confusion of the living
With its sad and futile passions;
Is wearing out the people
As a woman wears out fashions.

What men have taken from the many
Is now the property of few;
The commandment not to covet
Is what men now love to do.

The dream of being equal
Would give abstinence from pain;
But they counted all the cost of things
That were not theirs to gain.

The landscape of life's summit
That bathed itself in glory;
Has told us what we now can see
With judgment on the story.

All the banal thoughts
Of self-righteous grasping men;
Never found the satisfaction
In truth written by a pen.

The friends we have today
And those that we once knew;
Are not more than the memory
That we once listened to.

Believe the fleeting moments
Find what they never gave;
For the sins of selfish living
Finds no comfort in the grave.


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Have You Ever

Have You Ever

Stood in a field of ripened gold grain
Lifted your face to be kissed by the rain
Felt in your heart the anguish of pain?
*
Held someone's hand in their hour of sorrow
Brought a new dream to the edge of tomorrow
Leaned on a friend finding strength to borrow?
*
Spent a sweet moment with a child at play
Given a home to a lost lonely stray
Found faces in clouds as they float away?
*
Held a lost moment hidden in time
Sucked on the juice of a tree ripened lime
Whispered a word in transcendant rhyme?
*
Descend in the depths and found yourself lost
Awakend with wonder to windowpane frost
Swallowed a slight despite the high cost?
*
Danced in the wind with a rose in your hair
Cried all alone with no one to care
Hoped for tomorrow with all you can share?
*
These are the moments that make life worthwhile
Knowing that living shares joy with the trial
And so much is solved when a face wears a smile.









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What Easter Means To Me

Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace

Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of God himself
The man called Jesus Christ

They poked him with their spears
Wet his tongue with a vinegar sponge
Nailed him to a tree
And taunted “you’re not God’s son.”

He hung there ‘til he died
From his side water did drop
They buried him in a tomb
Where today I had to stop

Past three days the door was covered
A large stone placed there that day
But, today as I walked by 
An angel rolled it away

He had kept his promise
Only 3 days would he lay dead
To forgive us all our sins
And, I believed in what he said

He glided out of the tomb
As if floating in the air
“Do not be afraid” he said,
With gentle love, and care

He represents new life 
And all the wounds he can heal
Is Easter day your resurrection?
Can Jesus Christ be your shield?

I weep to think of the pain
He endured for you and me
So he could take away our sins
And one day, set us free!

By: Miranda Lambert
For: Gwendolyn Rixs’ contest: What easter means to me
Written: 03/21/2011


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Frail Paper Etched With Words

Whether poets, showmen or philosophers,
Or mere cowboys who follow herds—
They all want to leave behind a lasting mark—
More than frail paper etched with words.

But the cold, hard truth still lies in the doing
And all but a blessed few will fail—
But on we go like bison over the cliff—
Hoping our wings sprout and we sail.

And like restless sleepwalkers we do wander
From one thing and then to the next—
Till we find what it is that will then save us
To put life in proper context.

So on we scribble and strive for the right phrase—
Catch meaning and life in birds—
Put emotions and feelings we briefly hold
On this frail paper etched with words. 


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Love and Care - Collabration



                             Its easy to become what you fear..
                 Could bring you down,or shift you into high gear

                          Embrace the hope you see in others..
               A neighborhood filled with loving sisters and brothers

                              Love and care for eachothers..
                      Always a helping hand and some leftovers

               Smiling faces in the streets,children playing in paradise
                     Come on over,check it out while we roll the dice..  








June 29th 2012

Anne Lise & Arild Andresen

* Collabration with my lovely hub


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How Great the Cost

A lonely person hides to cry
An ancient person wants to die;
Within the shadows of the mind
A thought unused is left behind.

We walk the path that goes nowhere
Where silence is the friend we share;
Where friendship lives in solitude
And loneliness is thought imbued.

A single candle shares its light
With stars that pierce the shades of night;
We wait alone till we are gone
While fleeting years still hurry on.

We keep the rhythm, read the rhyme
We lose the step and pass the time;
We move with fate to reach the end
And still we never comprehend.

We lost the dream, we lost the light
We spend our years tossed in fright;
Till wisdom found how great the cost
With nothing gained when all was lost





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No Mans Land

A brand new development for you and me
A gated community you just have to see.
Situated on the plains of deep despair
A rocky road will lead you there.

Surrounded by lovely weeping willows
Beautiful vistas of the sea of sorrows.
So if you are feeling down and out
This community is what it's all about.

The school of hard knocks will teach you well
The Drown your Sorrows pub is really swell.
And should you crave some company
Why down the street lives Lady Misery.

Soliciting is certainly not allowed in here
Opportunity won't come knocking, have no fear.
Undesirable tenants were the ladies Luck and Hope
Fortunately for us they decided to elope.

The restaurants will only serve the bitter pill
Of humble pie and crow, you can have your fill.
For sport we do have plenty of space
Feel free to enjoy our weekly rat race.

So if you feel depressed and without hope
Why we offer bungi jumping without a rope.
We have taken great care as you can see
To offer our tenants every possible amenity.

So if life has turned its back on you
If you have nothing to lose and feeling blue.
Consider buying your very own stand
In this community called No Mans Land.


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Sailing Life's Seas


                    My life is like a sailboat,
                    Sailing on the sea.
                    Beneath blue skies and sunshine,
                    I sail on peacefully.

                    I go about my business,
                    A smile upon my face.
                    Sailing upon smooth waters,
                    I bask in God's sweet grace.

                    But often times the sky grows dark,
                    And the winds begin to blow.
                    The rain comes down in buckets,
                    This boat rocks to and fro.

                    And as my life is tossed about,
                    Like a sailboat on the sea,
                    I must decide whom I will trust,
                    Jesus Christ or me.

                    By myself I am overwhelmed,
                    When faced with stormy days.
                    I'm cowardly and weak,
                    Inclined to hide away.

                    But Jesus is the Master 
                    Of the mighty winds and waves,
                    And if I cry to Him for help,
                    He will come and save.

                    Jesus is my lighthouse.
                    He's my beacon in life's storms.
                    If I keep my eyes on Him,
                    My turmoil He'll transform.

                    I much prefer to sail still waters,
                    But tempests are a part of life.
                    I'm glad Jesus is my Navigator,
                    To steer me through the strife.


                    1/1/12


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WHEN TEARS TOUCH - a collab with JA Fraser

WHEN TEARS TOUCH

The twelfth of November reminds me of the day            
when our paths  first crossed  then came to grow on  trail.             
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years  
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
         
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;                    
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.                
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts            
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
                    
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;                 
gem writings topically crafted are compared.                   
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--          
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim         
 
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,         
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.           
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,          
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands  

Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?     
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?

Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile        
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.           
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;         
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.

Distance and differences our silent enemies!              
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.

Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~  
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as  crisp December sings we will make it real.

The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:

"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow 
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."


_____________________________________________________________
*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.

©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm


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Feel the Power

You don't have to kneel to pray,
Lye,sit or stand,just do it every day,
The presence of the Almighty is real,
Alleluia,alleluia,chant it until you feel,
When you feel Him,don't be afraid,
Don't be frighten,He came to make you brave,
The road of life,from birth to the grave,
Do you hear Him telling you,be no longer a slave,
Led by your environment,family,friends,plans and greed,
Take a spiritual stand,time for you to lead,
The road of life is slippery,don't slide down the drain,
Travel it wisely,what is gain without the pain,
The high-way is smooth but you have to pay the toll,
Take the by-pass,it might save your soul,
Don't be lead by evil,conquer evil with good,
Now hold the Almighty hands,live the life you should,,,,,


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ACTING OUT

.            Acting Out

Standing, lying, falling, crawling, I keep trying, crying, lying, rhyming, love is blinding
I play, obey, eat, -I digest, caress the softness, when I'm blinking, I'm found sinking 
I find myself thinking, walking, talking, mocking, craving, misbehaving, and dreaming
Shake, break, my heart can't take, I smile, in style, small thoughts, are all I got
I'm lazy, hazy, I get crazy, I shout, when in doubt, Acting Out, that's what I'm all about

By:) 


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A Tomboy At Heart

   She's just beautiful,her outfit is of the latest style,
hair is perfect not a one out of place.
Long maniured nails ,done in a salon,
down to the makeup ,perfect on her face.
I groan inside,another meal out,
i'll have to take out a second mortage to afford.
Another night on the town ,a mall shopping spree,
donating blood untill I'm 100 ,please help me Lord.
Hey lets do something fun tonight.............
Then......then theres this girl,cute
she's a tomboy ay heart.
What do you want to do tonight,anything,
anything at all,a movie,fishing,something kinda fun.
We could go to the ballgame in our teams colors,
grab some fries and a hotdog on a bun
Wearing a beat up old ballcap,hair in a pony,
faded bluejeans,and her favorite good luck shirt.
She has a lithe spirit,that come easy smile,
someone to tease with no feelings hurt.
No long fancy dresses.or high dollar  gowns,
sleeping apperal  simple, just  my old beat up tee.
Waking in the morn ,her hair all a mess,
green eyes still sleepy ,true beauty I do see.
Give me forever ,a girl 
who is a tomboy at heart.


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AN EXISTENTIALIST ASKS---WHAT IS LIFE

What is life?

Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies 

Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime

Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in between. 

Lingering as lore to an all distant past
There is no redo, there is no redraft.

The questions, the answers so rightly proclaimed
are composed and transported by thoughts still unnamed.

In limited struggle, the moments unspent 
Become the result of a living lament.

In what and wherefore and why and with whom
we unwrap our existence in this paradoxical womb

Can we find meaning, a clear sign that we see
inclusive to all, this existential decree.

From naught made of all and conceived in a star,
we landed on earth, neither near nor afar

For reasons unknown and telegnosis unclear,
These salient projections are all jockeyed by fear

We stand in the way of unknowing surmise
And find the world is still much a surprise.

A quest overwhelming in distressed sanity
For answers not known play havoc to vanity.

To end these remarks with a questionable phrase
all becomes known in 'one of these days.'


SYNOPSIS
From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us.  As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture.  This poem is meant to reflect  the myriad of disjointed thoughts that  have run through my mind throughout the years.  The "why me?" and "what is my purpose in life?" questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence.
Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle.  

CAK 8-18-2013


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Ode to an impostor


What smug pseudomorph inhabits my reflection,
adroitly mimicking my every manner and expression,
mercilessly mocking me with flawless simulation?
 
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive opportunist;
a thieving imitator.
 
She is a soul-sucking demon of the gravest degree;
a predatory parasite dining on youth and ingeny.
She pillages my health with brazen meretricity;
siphoning my precious hollow of vitality.
 
Time ticks across my aging face
while our eyes lock in defiance,
and in the end, my spurious friend
will demand my full compliance.
 
So, with a twinkling eye I wink at my mirrored facade,
acknowledging this fearsome foe with a playful nod.
Respectfully reciprocal, she gestures back to me in kind,
and we part as esteemed enemies, to my last breath resigned.


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Laughter, the Best Medicine

We live in a world where sickness abounds, Sometimes stumping the best of providers. Symptoms and tests almost always expound, While the emotional costs grow wider. The travel and care and expenses we bare, In dollars and tears for a healing. Pale when compared, with the voluminous prayers, Our reverence and humility kneeling. Seeing through to the end, great strength we must take, And the position that attitude matters. A stiff upper lip and a smile sometimes fake, Anything less, and fragile hope easily shatters. Yet until we’re called home, to streets paved with gold, Or abodes filled with love and affection, Widely known in the hearts, of the young and the old, Laughter remains, life's greatest healing medication!
(This poem is dedicated to my wonderful Sister Cindy, whose strength and positive attitude throughout her struggle, encourage all who cross her path) User Name: Wedge Motif: Philosophical


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TO JAMES

We walk in the ocean against the tide.
We hold on tightly to survive the ride.

This life is not easy
This love not in vain
We try to walk closer
We try to sustain

There are times when our hold breaks
And one of us will fall.
But the other stands near wanting and waiting to answer their lovers call.

The sun comes out briefly through the dark gloomy skies.
We know it won't last but our hope never dies.
This is a rough road that we lead in life.
But there'll never be a day
I regret being your Wife!


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Thank You

Thank you for being rock solid for me
Allowing me to simply be
Give me space to come crashing down
To sing out of key to smile or frown

Thank you for being willing to stay
Each time I tried to run away
Hold me, kiss me till it passes
When I stare through gloomy glasses

Love me cos I'm yours to keep
Hold me while I fall asleep
Let me go so I can move
Marvel when I'm in the groove

When my brain and heart short circuit
Read the manual on how to work it
When I'm rushing slow me calmly
Be my strength when I go barmy

Understand my every act
No matter how the odds are stacked
And when I want to run and hide
Open your heart I'll climb inside

When I am loving sweet and tender
Welcome me, reflect, surrender
Give your life right by my side
And love each second of the ride


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Death of my Friend

Death of my Friend


Found was the key to heaven's door
this pain I can bear no more
The shadows that eat my long nights
the guilt of that deadly fight

Ages ago tragedy came sailing in
took the life of you my friend
A drunken party that went so wrong
our lives becoming a sad song

I begged you to not dare drive
if you done so you'd be alive
My guilt in not forcing you back
you car hit on that train track

Death came instantly to my friend
for me pain that will never end
I backed down when you hit me then
your funeral I'd not had to attend

You that always got your own way
should have never died that sad day
Now I see your fate was meant to be
you died young, a soul early set free!

Robert Lindley

note: Death of my friend. I tried to stop him 
but not hard enough.Too drunk to safely drive but 
when so young we thought we were ten feet tall and 
bullet proof! 
Maybe we were but just not speeding train proof..
Rather than knock him out I let him go. 
Car was hit by a train and death was immediate..
Twenty-one is too young to go..


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Gypsy Dance


Climb up the hill where gypsies hide,
And breathe on the wind of a restless tide;
Where notes of sorrow from a violin,
Cry out to the night from a heart within.

The day is dim and night is alive,
And gypsies dance like bees in a hive;
They spin and turn while the fire burns bright,
And sparks fly up to kiss the night.

Old men sit while weaving a tale,
While young men sit drinking their ale;
And fires of night flicker and glow,
While the winds of night moan and blow.

They dance too fast, they dance too far;
They follow the light of a fallen star;
But there in the sky a sickle shaped moon,
Dances with gypsies in the fires of June.
 


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You Are My All

When on life’s seas I’m tempest tossed,
And my hopeful smile is all but lost,
When I need to survive at any cost,
You are my anchor.


My life is filled with simple pleasures,
My loved ones’ smiles I count as treasures,
When kisses are how life is measured,
You are the standard.


As time soars on and birthdays fly,
My hair is graying,  I don’t care why,
My mind is sharp, but not my eyes,
You are my youth.


Love is patient, love is kind,
And to the lucky, love is blind,
But when it comes to love that binds,
You are my love.


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Rains

It’s raining outside
I can see on my window panes
Rain droplets slide
Inside seemingly dry eyes something triggers rains

Memories are cruel
They don’t spare
O agonizing thoughts! Do not fuel the flame
And waste the gems rare

The storm has been building for ages I know
The despair left no trace of hope’s glow
I wore a smiling face just for show
O unwelcome guest! I bid you to go

Why should I remember the haunting moments?
Why should I recollect the heart wrenching times?
Where are the images that heart enchants?
Where is the melody with rhythm and rhymes?

Go, go, go O clouds of despair
With your deafening noise of lightning and thunder
Lend me your ears and let me declare
I fight aggression, I do not surrender

I can see on my window panes rain droplets glide
Alone in this dreary night and no one by my side
The thundering clouds with menacing deafening pride
O my restless soul the worldly rules abide
               Karachi, Dec. 27, 2012


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The Concealed Anguish

Take my letter to her, O Messenger!
Yes, totally washed are its words and phrases 
A deed of my flooding eyes I couldn’t deter
The tornado of tears accumulated for ages

The storm of anguish concealed in heart
Washed all urges of soul that flowed from pen
The torrents rumbling from the start 
Once started couldn’t be stopped there and then

Her perception will be triggered, I am sure
This blank sheet will reveal all that I meant to say 
The power of love will her instincts conjure
My feelings, my urges won’t go astray

Tell her, that the lustrous mansion of pride and ego
Is falling to pieces like the house of cards
The dark alleys of life that lost their glow
In a state of disrepair, description beyond words

The King of Diamond has lost the game 
A player is lucky to hold the three A’s
Lost is all the glory and fame
Built in years and lost in days
 
His eyes craving for your enchanting face
The candles of his eyes weep in the desolate nights 
Lost is all peace and tranquility’s trace
Your charming features his heart ignites

A few breaths are left in the dying tree of life
With fallen leaves and barren branches entwined
Resuscitate and free it from torments and strife
Be a glow of the dimmed eyes that brilliantly shined

Tell her, the writer awaits your reply 
With burning heart and soul alight
Before torments enhance and wounds multiply 
And the bird of life takes to wing of flight





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I did This to Myself

The days go by so faintly, But the pain throbs in my heart. I wish I could do this over, And begin again from the start. Words are scattered bullets, That left my big mouthed gun. They targeted my happiness, And killed away the fun. · The echoes of the casings, Still cling within my mind. If I could touch Dali’s clock, I’d repaint the hands of time. To a time...when I was with you, To restore all of my wrongs. But this life replays to me, Like a sad love song. · My actions are still hazy, But the results are all too clear. If I could cast some magic, I’d snap my fingers to bring you here. But life is not that easy, We make things so hard. What started out as easy, Is signed with sorrow’s regards. · Man, I’m in a daze, A dream I can’t wake from. As the world moves around me, My emotions are still numb. As I achieve my accomplishments, From all the things I do. Believe me...they mean nothing, If I can’t share them with you. · As you rest on your happy pillows, I toss and turn on mine. I have come to my conclusion, That separation is divine. Maybe one day you’ll return, To color in this black and white sky. Nothing I do...can reclaim you, And only God knows why. · I’m speeding to get nowhere, While staring in my rearview. The road has gotten longer, With still no signs of you. My patience is on empty, Burning fumes of creative wealth. But when the rubber meets the road, I did this to myself...


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From Pinnacle to Cynical

From Pinnacle to Cynical 

When we were young
We had our dreams
But, in our future we would find
That many times along the way
There were mountains, we must climb
But with the strength  
That comes with youth
We foiled every peril 
And hiked the broadways to the top
Until the path got narrow
Yes, in our way, we reached the top
And then became quite cynical 
For our decline, we could not stop
In descending from that pinnacle 
It matters not, how far we reached
Upon life's twisted routes and bends 
It's knowing that we've seen the summit
And that our journey, must slow, then end
                                                   By JTCurtis


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Stormy Heart

Alone in loneliness Amid forever nights And these four walls In faint, whisper soft your name I beg out loud to the nothingness that remains "Please not another nightmare, no more storms" But, answers are merely glimpses of light From lightening... Filtering through the pane Empty sheets... Cast empty shadows on the wall Of places where you used to be Eyes wide open Now asleep, afraid I am to fall Trapped within this never ending dream I cling to all the memories that I have Spinning me closer to where you were, in parallel on the edge The thoughts, like imaginary rubble, comes tumbling passed A fire for you still burning inside Why can’t I let go of the tragedies last And silence your unrescued suicidal screams Or is it only the rain falling faster as it taps harder, and harder upon the glass Or is it of your wandering spirit Mockingly knocking? Haunting with its vindications Of "why’s" I can never seem to grasp All this amidst lost stares into black windows Where gutters overrunning, burdened by the strains And I swear I see your reflection Among the flashes, tracing out illuminations about your face And for the first time You are noticeably absent of all the worldly pains And your lips releasing out a comfort that for so long I've been seeking As I hear the words echo within my stormy heart "That where you are everything is okay"


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Death, You Do Not Win

Death, You Do Not Win
 

The world has been unkind to me 
yet there's no where, no where to flee. 
I'll sit and take it if I must 
for all return to earthly dust. 

To cry will do no worldly good. 
Defy with spirit, as I should. 
A loss that cannot be replaced 
yet life must once again be faced. 

So here I sit and wonder how 
to stop the gloom which eats me now. 
Can it be slain with greater love 
or only healed by God above? 

Once, anger always worked for me 
but now, this time decides to flee. 
Yet I seek not its quick return 
true folly that my Soul shall spurn!
 

Robert J. Lindley, 10-05-2014

Note : Contest 
 Giorgio A. V. 
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse III
You may select between Iambic tetrameter, pentameter, hexameter, heptameter (quatorzain), royal rhyme, blank verse and decapentasyllabic verse. Poems composed with different Iambic forms are accepted as well. Just specify the Iambic forms you have used, beneath the poem.
 
Form chosen , iambic tetrameter.
 


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Man's Quest For A Greater Future

Man's Quest For A Greater Future

Sunken man, a mystery in the making
 earth gives and gives to we so selfishly taking
Blue sky, giving color to a tired, hectic life
 time to sit to rest , to break from daily strife

Shattered homes, they decay as we flee
 racing into a future we imagine , so rarely ever see
Earth eats up , the mess we so often make
 shouldn't man rest, rest from all the greed and take

Parched and dry ground, foundation we need
 as we cut and stab we see not all the terrible bleed
Mother earth a bounty, yes, tis Heaven sent
 we must stop, enjoy before all earthly beauty is spent

A rest, a hope, before onward we often so foolishly race
We that take too much and rarely ever bother to replace!

Robert Lindley, 12-07-2014


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A Past Life - The Mayan Warrior Princess

A Past Life – The Mayan Warrior Princess
In eerie recurring dreams, like things seen dimly before dawn, Blurred snapshots of memories at a temple pyramid resurface from a time long gone. My ancient soul trapped between two strikingly different worlds, One new - the other centuries old, Reminding me that I have been here before, And of that I am absolutely sure. Familiar faces, smells, sounds, and scenes from a past life I see, Persistent recollections of my life at Piedras Negras continue to endlessly haunt me, Conjuring up images of the Lady K’abel, Mayan warrior princess, I used to be. I am time’s reluctant prisoner, and I sense it will never ever set me free.
In a foggy haze, like a sleepwalker in sluggish slow motion, Body painted cobalt blue, I am made ready for my heavenly redeeming mission. Midnight velvet hair flowing, I lie on an already red bloodstained stone altar, As temple priests prepare me for the sacred sacrificial slaughter. Piously chanting their practiced prayers in unison, They adulate the gracious gods for a new divine king’s ascension. The sharp knife swiftly pierces my sweating feverish virgin skin, But reliving this scene countless times before, I no longer feel pain or anything. And as the universe greedily grasps my restless soul, I float into welcomed oblivion, Knowing that the harvest will be renewed, and ultimately, I will be reborn.
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to my maternal great grandmother who was Mayan. The Piedras Negras, mentioned above, was a thriving Mayan city-state in Guatemala, Central America, from about mid-7th century BC to about 850 AD. While this site is considered remote, during my childhood, I visited frequently with family who still live in this fascinating region. When I visit, I am completely at home and the experiences are amazingly mystical. Piedras Negras means "black stones" in Spanish. The name in the language of the Classic Maya has been read in Maya inscriptions as Yo'k'ib', meaning "great gateway" or "entrance." Entered in contest, "Past Lives" sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire (6-25-2014)


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Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.


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The Best Mistake

You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day. 

Your thoughts are racing through 
and through.

You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very 
much loved in grace.

Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
has become.

You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.

So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.


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Timeless Love

They met at first around sixteen,while they were in their teens.
A young man tall and handsome, a girl with many dreams.
Years later they did meet again this time he was smitten.
It took some time to hook this girl, eventually their history written.

He had a plan to marry her and move her from her home.
She'd have to leave her roots, the only thing she'd known.
Leave her home and family was what she had to do,
The love they shared was eternal even though it 'twas brand new.

This love they shared was a gift,their faith was also strong
They both loved many similar things like fishing, books and song.
Seven children blessed their lives, they started their own tree
So strong this love they shared, became one large family. 

Both worked hard to raise them, devoted to each one,
They shared their love equally to each daughter and each son.
Education and faith were important, practiced with daily prayer
They fed and clothed this family with love and tremendous care

Each child was very different and different paths they took.
Educators, artists, builders, Lawyers and even cooks.
Each child found their partners, some added children to each branch.
All love music, all loved to read, a few even like to dance.

Their children had more children and the two were greatly blessed,
With lovely grandchildren with many traits that both these two possessed
What remained from the love they shared twas passed down through the line
A love this strong must be shared and it surpassed all time

Four generations have now developed from these two whose love began
So many years before when both had shared a plan.
Each twig shares a piece and resembles one or the other
For this love story that's been described was about a Father and Mother

I'd love to say they share a life together here today
But God had different plans in mind, for one he took away
The void he left was devastating to everyone you see
Hardest on the one for which he shared atop the tree

The plan these two created at the time they were entwined
Continues on by one so strong , who giveth all of her time
To the tree these two created which grows branches to this day
The love created by these two shall never go


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Dementia

I see her sitting in her chair The wheels are locked in place My gaze is met by hollow eyes No expression on her face It's clear she does not know me Nor does she recognize The life that swirls around her chair She cannot visualize In her lap there rests a doll Cupped within her arm With the instincts of a mother She shelters it from harm. I wonder what still lies within What thoughts run through her head When her whole life consists of Her wheelchair and her bed How much of life does she retain What treasures does she hide How much does she really know That she keeps locked inside Does in her heart a love still glow Do cherished memories play Or like her withered body Have they too gone away I wish that I could reach her And visit for a while But I can offer nothing But compassion and a smile
11/25/2011


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The Tumid River of Acheron

The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part 1

Dark the tumid, rushing waters flow
where man most wisely fears to go
Liquid blackness sings of epic pain
torture, misery and cries of insane
Echoes of evil Eperius in the West
shadow realm where evil never rests

Black ship of Kharon eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell
Land those lost , family and friend
exists for all wicked women and men
Black abyss where Apollo never walks
lost souls ripped by screeching hawks

Forever filled by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then
cursing future torments for all men
Seething waters set to ever separate
those lost into future tortured Fate

Father of evil waters from which sprang
the Styx of which man's curses rang
Flowing stream holding back evil foul 
where tortured spirits scream and howl
Acheron, into a lake of scorching heat
where demons play with souls they eat

Delivered shadows fall on prayers cast
vanity briefly soothes, forever lasts
Prayers sinking like river cast stones
dreams birthed from dead skin and bones
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, the dark Lord at the helm

Gushing forth from the bowels of rock
mighty blackened waters rise to shock
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison so lethal no mortal man may drink
Kharon, the ferryman awaits at the oars
to deliver the lost upon evil's shores

Far below the path of Mariandyni coast
the Acheron ferries victims to its host
Loaded with spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans
From the south shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be

Many are the tales of Acheron's fame
its victims steeped in sin and shame
Anguish rises as dark waters deliver
the wretched lost to painfully quiver
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
those embracing lustful sin into evil fell

Robert J. Lindley, 09-13-2014

note:  This is part one. The journey into HAIDES 
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is 
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus. 

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling).. 
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be 
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do 
something dark and move away from all my love, romance 
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my 
imagination...


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Tender Caring Loving Heart

Oh tender caring loving heart
To build this fortress round you start
Protecting you from further pain
would doom to never love again
Fly your flag upon the hill
Recall the past but present fill
Find in each day, loves embrace
Into the mist, sorrow chase
As day and night emit their charm
Share dark and light, don't be alarmed
Let goodness grow in all you do
Each day of life can be like new
Oh tender caring loving heart
Strength and beauty are your mark
Revealed in every step you take
Joy and happiness you'll make
Sunrise, sunset beauty seek
Climb to every mountain peak
Shout to all around you're here
Make it sing, make it clear
Find the power deep within
Live and love, new life begins
Oh tender caring loving heart
Rise again and never part


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Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



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Scars Left Behind

Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways of smog and smut
“Live over the brush”* branded a slut,
silhouettes in fringe the darkest night
gullible back shift broke the morning light.
Adventurous nights at “Townhead Mill”
eight pints of beer the back porch thrill,
when no meant yes in rapturous skill
to fumigated music from “Nashville.”
Obnoxious libertine this bread man
bay curtain drawn delivery van,
the situation conspired indiscretion
clinical the world’s oldest profession.
Sporting gentlemen in summer bliss
caught first ball costly night on the piss,
pavilion home to moorside drover
many a chaste maiden bowled over.
Partial pilgrimage down “Bolton Road”
black and amber heroes round ball code,
liniment buoyant throughout the room
manly skills embroider the village groom.
Cardinal days steeped in “Rock ‘n’ Roll”
sire in fear of them out of control,
a colossal wedge between cultures
in shadows of decency vile vultures.
Repetitious days of school yard might
the bullies reduced one’s life to plight,
parents queried yet misunderstood
reasons for mayhem in the neighbourhood.
Lad and lasses lost in “Hide and seek”
games of “Stroke a back” every week,
by the old school grounds we all did laik**
now the street is naked for heaven sake.
Why on earth would a mind keep drifting back
this poetry constantly placing me on track,
when life was a role without fame or stars
only toil and trepidation and these scars?

© Harry J Horsman 2013   

*Living in sin
** Play


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Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your lies will cease to hurt me
You think that you have finally won
But don't think I'll let you burn me

I'll sit and smile and make you think
I know nothing of what you do
But secretly I'll make you see
The last laugh will be on you

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your decet will hurt no more
You won't see me cry a singel tear
As I watch you walk out that door

Don't think that you can go astray
And plan on coming back
I don't believe in forgiveness 
I'd rather have a heart attack

My love for you has slowly died
I buried it today
I built a wall around my heart
To keep all men away

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can break much more
They can take your heart and leave the pieces
Shattered all over the floor


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Longing For You

Longing For You


Longing for your sweet embrace
 your love and beautiful grace
 The touch of lips so divine
 the thrill of you being mine

I touch all your sweet spots
 your body gives me the hots
 Tan softly wrapping sexy curves
 when with you I am all nerves

Feel of your whispering vow
 that you belong to me now
 Your sexy body naked in bed
 your not waiting to be wed


Your touch, while so divine 
 Simply Stops this heart of mine 
 I long to have you forever 
 For worse, or even better 

 Within your kiss, my breath flees, 
 I fall upon, weakened knees 
 Your hand, gently stroking my hair 
 You freeze me upon a glare 

May be wrong, but not tonight 
 Surely, God sees, love so right 
 You're not mine, but you are tonight 
 Make love with our hearts wrapped tight

A collaboration effort
Robert Lindley and Kathryn Ramirez
09-19-2014

Syllables Per Line:  7 7 8 7 0 7 7 8 7 0 7 7 8 7 0 0 7 7 8 7 0 7 7 8 7 0 7 7 8 7  
Total # Syllables:  174  
Total # Lines:  30  (Including empty lines)  
Total # Words:  140  

Note--  This as is meets my new form without the ending couplet 
due to the opening 12 lines being answered by Kathryn's 12 line reply.. Robert


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Winter

As heavy frost settles 'pon the brown hill
And floats down to the level, thoughts are stilled
Words rise up to nettle but spirits thrill
Winter's north breeze meddles_ spring's buds to kill

Japanese Magnolia's buds wait until
spring's warm rains flood the earth; then sap buds fill.
Winter's pause, earth lauds rebirth, and birds' shrill
Vexing cold squads stay away and be still

At spring's rebirth be awed, winter's cold distill
Death where is resurrection's applaud, still
Waiting for spring's hallowed birth, rapture's real
Transformation follows, one's fate sealed

Not part of the poem:
There is a powerful difference in having to say something
and having something to say!!

Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Interlocking Rhyme
Written: January 19,2015

Finis'


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A day well spent

We must seize the day is what they say,  
We are here but for a moment, here but for a day,

We must awake and not forget to contribute, love and play,
We know that none of us are here to stay,

So go share your love there's no time to lament,  
You can then lie down knowing your day was well spent.

-Eddie Belcher


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The Root Of All Evil

To find the root of all evil,
One hasn't far to look.
It's not some shrouded mystery,
Concealed within a book.

The truth is right before your eyes,
It hasn't been concealed.
Eliminate the branches first,
And the root is revealed.

Let's look at money, first of all;
Could it be evil's source?
It makes us do the vilest things,
Without guilt or remorse.

More blood was spilled pursuing wealth,
Than any other goal.
And for the life money provides,
Some even sell their soul.

But if it were to be removed,
Along with earthly gain,
Erased from human history,
Evil would still remain.

The same is true of war and hate,
Of vanity and pride,
Of politics and religion,
And all things that divide.

Eliminate them, one by one,
And you will understand.
They're simply branches of the tree,
But they don't make it stand.

The root that gives life to them all,
Is right in front of you;
Sustained by every breath you take,
And everything you do.

It is the root of evil's tree,
The source of our Lord's tears,
Eliminate the human race,
And evil disappears.

So if you're looking for the root,
Can you accept what's true?
The answer is a damning one,
For evil's source...is you.


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True Beauty

Let only God show 
where the truest beauty lie,
For man made colors can’t compete 
with the bluest sky.
Painters mix, and painters stir, 
but not one will come out right
In capturing the beauty 
of a quiet dove in flight.
And even the greatest poets 
with their rhyming phrases
Cannot do the heart justice 
to how mother earth amazes.
The musician with his chords 
cannot, to his surprise,
Make you feel the way you feel 
with moonlight in your eyes.
Even love is stronger 
than the thickest plate of steel,
And sorrow runs much deeper 
than the ocean can reveal.
We search and pray and ponder 
over life and what we see,
But stand back and take a look 
at what in life comes free,
For that is what we take for granted 
each and every day. 
The beauty is all around us, 
and hope has come to stay
Count each and every sunset 
as miracle in itself,
And you will see, that alone, 
will be your greatest wealth.


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Listen

It is not always about you.
Sometimes it is about me.
There are things I hide inside 
And they are waiting to be set free.
It not just about the cure,
Some times it is the disease,
That needs to be extinguished
By a simple word called please.
Please let me tell my story,
Please let me fuel my flame,
Please let me find my strength inside
That I have put away in shame.
There is one pure and simple truth 
That I search for everyday,
And sometimes i feel the closer I get,
The more it fades away.
So let me tell my story
As you sit and wonder why
I didn't tell you sooner,
And just left my soul to die.


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Imagine Nation

Imagine(Nation)
(Inspired by and Dedicated to the Memory Of John Lennon)

Imagine nations of togetherness,
Brothers and sisters becoming one,
Imagine nations on forever's quest,
One heartbeat staring at one sun,
Imagine nations with outstretched hands,
Offering each to a stranger's needs,
Imagine nations who understand,
Every person hurts, everybody bleeds,

Imagine nations ending war,
Sans malice, and abundant smiles,
Imagine nations unlike before,
Teaching love to every child,
Imagine nations achieving grace,
Serene lives and elated minds,
Imagine nations on an infant's face,
Full of innocence easy to find,

Imagine nations devoted to peace,
Wishing no harm on any man,
Imagine nations as we know to cease,
Reborn and taught a perfect plan,
Imagine nations of future times,
With love becoming the tie that binds,
Imagine nations by this elation,
Imagine nations with this Imagination,


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SPRING TO YULETIDE

Circumstance encompassing around and flowing as the mill race in turbulent rolling curls,
Surges.' Forth to flow; and fall, visions issue with or without portent,
to my observation and my limited discernment.
Also fate makes it s call and then falls a power,
as do the oceans rearing ramparts downwards smash
On sand or shingle strands by night, by day, and twilight hours,
whilst magma as incandescent fire spouts and high hurled, red
In-veined opals show a pastel field green & blue
glistening inside more verdant hues, liquid colours flow as golden day
Ignites and shines, faint breaths of spring essay its designs
then retreat as the atmosphere chills, to threats of snow and sundry ills.

©Joe Maverick 18-2-2011


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The Voice Of Despair

Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.

The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses far into the air
Right there, in a dirty old flat
Among once great talents, now rotten.
They all have deserved more than that,
But even their names are forgotten.


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M ---- Stands for ME

Well....since you asked...
I'll tell you now, no run around,
my letter is found
right in the middle,
in fact it starts
the "middle" word,
so it's no riddle...
if you can spell!

It has two humps, 
and they are round
They form a well...
It comes just past
the "H", the "I", the "J", and "L" ...

"M" stands for ME!

"M" is the one that fits me best
It makes me munch on little things...
I'm known for liking M' and M's!
And mistletoe, and midnight strolls
And M's are known for loving food (mmmm!)
I'm also known to multi-task!
And bask in all my memories!

I'm Mrs. Mom, and love the madness...
(the mobs who make this place a mess! )
I'm a mental case...just ask my man!
Not meddlesome, and rarely mute
When I get mushy, he thinks it's cute!
I'm moody too...and sometimes mad!
But mostly mellow is my mantra !
Morning is my time of day...
But moonlight, too, can make me swoon
I'm filled with mirth, and mischief too
I've  meandered with misfortune's moods
But I'm mindful of the miracles

I love good movies, and music too!!
Will marvel at a magic view
I can mend a fence, and mentor you
And hope to keep my muse in tune

I'll share my M' and M's with you
So,... won't you share your Q's ?!!!




______________________________________________
Inspired By Nancy's Alphabet Soup Contest


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A Damsel Or A Camel

Why drowning when there's the ability to swim in me? Why sleeping in the cold woods with a match box in my Jacket and an Axe below my head? Why the self condemnation when I'm a billion miles ahead of a billion? What exactly do I see in my inner mirror? Is Life embracing or pointing a finger at me? I see a pretty one of huge significance with effective duties like an Angel. But also, I see the ugly one dust to sand, stone to rock that's just its living sequel. I view a perspective rough but sweet; challenging but interesting which is exactly my gospel. But then, I see them as temptations and tests with no ability to repel. I notice when walking through red coals I never let my tears be my Life's panel but the submission of my adaptation becomes so parallel. I'm mind blowing and noticeable like a newly-sewed apparel. But day and night, I posses a tag with just one label. No matter the task to stay beautiful nothing stops that quest to excel but I see a limitation to just a specific ordered function like the ringing bell. I'm staying elegant and attractive making all long to be part of my counsel but my usefulness, worth and confidence no self awareness to propel. Beginning as crude coming out as a refined Jewel but still, reality seems so cruel. What exactly is my mirror saying? Is my Life that of a Damsel or a Camel? This, I just cannot tell!


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Finding Me

As I start on a quest finding self,
I must look very deep in my soul.
Here I will not find books on a shelf,
That will help me get close to my goal.

Clear I see as a child I was free
Brought to church I was taught God to love.
Where I walk tranquil streams follow me,
Down a path that would lead to above.

Twas my goal never wander away,
For my heart and my soul lived for God.
I would fall on my knees where I’d pray,
Knowing he was my staff and my rod.

Then a storm raged one day at my door,
I was angry at life’s awful turn,
All my faith it just crashed to the floor,
Now my hate strongly started to burn.

Blaming God never came to my mind,
Just my doubt had spread turmoil in me,
Now this dark hole inside made me blind,
All this hate in me screamed set me free.

Welcomed back like the prodigal son,
Jesus kissed all my sorrows away,
Wiped the tears I had shed dried each one,
I am saved by his grace every day.

As I end now this quest finding self,
I’m at peace and my spirit is free.
All my sins just like dust on a shelf,
Free to fly with these wings God gave me.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.06.2014
For Pendleton Arkwright’s Contest:
Anapest Trimeter


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My Chair of Support

My favourite chair
Said to me one night
Hey! Highlander
What you going to write
 
Is it going to be a fantasy
A Haiku or a Senyru
What ever comes from your thoughts
It's from the inner you
 
I have supported and rested 
While you have written your writes
From many an afternoon
Into the early morning light
 
You never get frustrated
You just sit and ponder
For you know there are words
They are just out yonder
 
This partnership we have
Will remain as close as ever
Until the end of our days
Will be the time to sever
 
We will continue to be
One and the same
I to support you
With poetry your aim


My entry into Matt Caliri's contest " Speak chair! Speak! "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


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A Dream So Real

A Dream So Real


Your great beauty you did not hide
its wealth flowed like an ocean tide
Upon its waves others did long to ride
only in my heart did your true love reside!

We journeyed together in our bliss
never a loving stop did we ever miss
You my love angel, I your great pride
storms came and went, sorely was it tried!

Unwavering path beneath our feet
solemn vows sealing our loving heat
Steamy love forever the greatest treat
nights together that could never be beat!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-10-2014


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Scientist atop Mountain

I stood at the top of the mountain
Giddy, grinning— panting like a fiend
And thought of O2 sat., 
Allostery,
Polyporphyrin rings

And, in time, I thought of bottomlessness,
Half-filled glasses 
Stars exploding through the ineffable blackness

And thought, underneath it all,
What’s the vastness even mean?
I began climbing slowly down from the ego of my dream 

And asked 
What for?
Nothing more
But a flag stuck in the ground?
To calculatingly defy gravity 
As it mercilessly tugs us down?

And then I wondered, ponderously:
Am I a prophet
Or a god?
Is there a defined mind to our brain? 
Dimension to our façade?

A man behind the curtain?
A voice within the sky?
An ultimate time and place?
An adequate answer to “why?”    

I sat on the mountain, tortured
Like the archetypally wise
And knew then that all life’s purpose 

Had been imparted through desperate lies.

--
Note to those not familiar with Biochemistry: 
The first stanza refers to hemoglobin's decrease in oxygen affinity in response to high altitude/ low atmospheric pressure. This is accomplished through the molecule's allosteric conformation change. Hemoglobin's molecular structure consists of a porphyrin ring.  


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Sweet Butterfly

Sweet Butterfly, with wings now dry 'tis time to break away
and light upon the leaves of dawn while weeping willows sway,
not reminisce 'bout chrysalis discarded yesterday,
but treasure life, with colors rife in nature's cabaret.

Sweet Butterfly, I've heard you sigh "terrene so strange and new"
but take a chance, with winged expanse of fairy-like bijou, 
to taste delight in random flight, to drift beyond the blue
and then collect her pearly nectar, sipped like morning dew.

Sweet Butterfly, you question why the breeze is seldom soft  
when swirling you, your wings askew, while floating free aloft.
Some seem to find their peace of mind believing gods have coughed,
but others, downed, have often found more freedom when they've scoffed.

Sweet Butterfly, you needn't cry, the fields are full of clover,
like meadowlands of braided strands in winds and waves that wove her -
but if you fear that, more than here, the other side is mauver, 
just flutter by, behind the sky, unfettered flitting rover.

Sweet Butterfly, farewell, goodbye, you've left the world behind.
We now look back along the track of flowers that you've mined
recalling days of light sashays and movements unconfined
that complement the firmament where beauty lies enshrined.


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The Wisdom of Winter


THE WISDOM OF WINTER

Oh, the memories of Spring
Much more the sweeter grow,
When you are at Autumn’s end
And faced with Winter’s snow.

Oh, the new and budding things
That make for Spring’s delight,
Fast mature in Summer’s day
To fade in Autumn’s night.

Oh, that it were Spring again,
Life pulsating anew…
Hope dancing in its gentle breeze
And promise in its dew!

If only Spring could visit once again
Perhaps we’d breathe much slower…wiser be,
And linger longer on its lovely path
Of carefree, sweet and dear simplicity!

But one cannot be wise in days of Spring
For it’s a time to chase and capture dreams…
And only Winter lives to savor joys
Of every passing season’s life-filled themes.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved


~5th Place~
Contest: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep—Rhythm Poems
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Judged: 02/12/2015


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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


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The Promise, A Vow Broken

The Promise, A Vow Broken


Let me take you to the edge of heaven
a week we have the lucky number seven
Each day shall pass love wrapped time
every moment, every minute so sublime

Nights will see our lusts celebrated
only for you was I gifted and created
That gift is only the purest of Love
beautiful as a snow white turtle dove

Before each dawn ends every lovefest
we shall forever forget all the rest
Each memory will be eternally given
in sexual madness we both be driven 

Madness others only beg to ever get
soaked in love we shall never regret
This is my romantic promise to you
we together, so deeply locked as two!

R.J. Lindley
jan, 09, 1975

note:  A poem , a vow I made so long ago.
Only broken by the hate birthed from her drug addiction 
a year later. Even then I carried the torch for a few 
more years but finally saw that my life must be lived.
I then , only then broke that youthful vow.. Sometimes
 life just suxs and then we must go on...


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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


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Life Is What You Make It

I've been around a lotta years!
I've traveled the road of life!
I've had many, many, ups and downs,
times of joy, and grief, and strife!

I've tried my best, to keep looking ahead,
but on occassion, I'd pause to reflect!
I call upon, hard lessons learned,
to attain the results, that I expect!

I  tried to shape my future,
from transgressions, I've endured.
I kept my "best foot forward",
in hopes my success, would be assured!

Mistakes are part of living,
they're part of who we are.
Yes, life can be bewildering
and sometimes quite bizarre!

It's how we react when troubled!
How we handle times of stress,
that determines what will happen
and if we will, attain success!

The Power of Positive Thinking
is the key to getting thru!
Wheather or not, you attain your goal,
is strictly up to you!

Intestional Fortitude, is what it takes,
to help create your aspirations! 
It will give the courage and strength you need,
to reach your long-range expectations!

So, be assertive and determined!
Don't let doubt, get in your way!
Life is what you make it,
what more is there to say!







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Embrace The Day

Embrace the day loosely don't cling
Let it flow, unhatched, free
As the river rushes or saunters
Ever rolling to the sea

With outstretched arms fly 'pon breezes
Swaying north, south, east, west
Ride the waves soaring the currents
Freedom wakes are the best

"The moment you doubt whether you can fly, 
you cease forever to be able to do it."
Quoted and don't know author..


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The Christian I am not

I have been a Christian  for many years,
Hiding behind the mad poet has drenched me with tears
For I am a sinner the chief of them all
Writing poetry that has made me feel appalled

I have coveted, lied, hated and stole
Indulged in adultery with an innocent sole
I have broken my family, and now live in separate homes
While writing perversions of my conquests in poems 

The thing that worries me, is that I feel nothing at all
This is what scares Sidney. C  Hall
I see the ten commandments almost all broken
Save for killing  no words of remorse that are spoken

Am I destined to a life burning  in hell?
As part of the masses with speeches that make heads swell
Denying God and not seeking his Grace
Awaiting the day to say “I have no excuse,” to his face

Or believing a lie that there is no forgiveness
And just going along my ungodly business
Ladies and Gentleman my soul is in turmoil
Sin runs through my veins causing my blood to boil

I say to myself Sid you need to change,
Then the next minute something take me out of range
But I feel nothing, so how can this scare me
If I feel nothing , why is fear in hell, I see

Could this be God preparing my final years
I hope and pray soaked in tears


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MY DAY IS COMING

I used to mow the lawn with joy.
     And trim up all the trees.
Prune the hedges, tend the garden. 
     Way down upon my knees.
Shoot the bull with good time friends.
     Now, most of them are gone.
And, I know my day is coming.
     I guess it wont be long.

             BUT NOW......

I sit in shade, with tea in hand,
     And wave out to the guy,
Who mows the lawn and trims the trees,
     While I just sit and sigh.
I dream about the friends I've had.
     We always sang life's song.
And, I know my day is coming.
     I guess it won't be long.

             AND SO......

I've made some new friends here and there.
     It's hard to be alone.
Have shared some stories, had some fun.
     A few more friends have flown.
Created some new memories.
     When memories are strong.
And, I know my day is coming.
     I guess it won't be long

             WELL......

I wrote those verses years ago.
     But, I'm still going strong.
And, I know my day is coming.
     I guess it won't be long.



   




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Am I Blessed

Envy those who only view
The sun setting, in the setting sun.
Who awe at pyrotechnic skies
But then forget till next July,
Or in the surf that crashes shores,
Or a hawk that rides the wind and soars -
Who never start from sleep at night
To find a pen and pad to write,
And in the loss of love and life
Don’t have to find a place to write and cry -
Drawn within a lonely sigh.
What I do, I do alone.
When inspired I shun the loud;
Seek solace from the boisterous crowd.
Is mine really a gift to seek?
Is my language so truly odd?
They smile, feign knowing, with a nod.
But in the end, I’d like to think
When years have flown and I am gone,
A question’s asked in a loving home,
“Whatcha doin’ Josh?”
“I’m reading great grampa’s poems.”


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Ram Reincarnated-w

In this life I have seen beauty
With its majesty and cruelty.
I believe in reincarnation doctrine
Would like to be butterfly divine.

A pure beauty of rainbow colors
Not as civilized as men who prefers
To have half of the happiness
And the longevity much in excess.

Would count moments not years
Flirting freely around without fears
Fire is beautiful its beauty kills
Care not if at all its beauty thrills.

Better to burn up for the beauty
Than long bored life without a cutie.  


=================================
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win in:
Contest: If I was an Animal, What Would I be sponsored by Kristen bruni


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Oblivious

I cannot stand your presence for another day,
You have ruined me in every possible way,
All this hidden pain inside was caused by you,
My tears were invisible, so you never knew.

You abused me daily with your uncaring words,
I ignored it and pretended like it was unheard,
You continued to prey on me without seeing,
That those words were hurting my every feeling.

I lived my life believing what you had said,
Your voice constantly echoing in my head,
I could not be myself because of you,
See the damage that you put me through.

Over the past few months something changed,
As my once sad thoughts were rearranged,
I have found friends who brighten up my days,
They have changed my life in so many ways.

My friends are encouraging me to just be,
I will never be like you, don't you see,
Now finally free my voice can be heard,
There is positivity coming from my every word.




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Dreams of Fantasy and Desire

Dreams of Fantasy and Desire


Midnight was black not one shining star
yet her heart shown on me from afar
Glowing beams that pierced my heart
fallen deeply in love from the start

As the night sounds ebbed and flowed
that beacon lovingly sent glowed
Moon appeared to lessen its might
nothing could outshine it that night

The hours slowed to gift us more joy
we played in love as each others toy
Dreaded were moments before the sun
woke us with nights loving then done

She the glowing rays that lit a fire
from the dreams of fantasy and desire!

Robert J. Lindley  09-10-2014


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LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE

LIFE IS LIKE A MAYPOLE Outstretch above are blue skies and golden sunshine as train of threads is softly thug and braid to a pole. Behold, this sky high pole of bright crayon colors, they speak slowly about life in quite a number. . . Sturdy wooden pole standing high and tall is like a man endowed with wit and strength The lengthy colored ribbons children install are the shifting, rolling faces of life's events Black as night sometimes dawn in life, one maybe blue but not long, instead do stand and chase rainbows on green belt bend. Being a tickled pink to explore, never strife! See, how the color red blush as it dance in the wind so must we as we share love along kinship line we aren't all born with a green finger yet, each kindness touch, grin lingers! Shed that yellow-bellied skin to mingle without any charign. Our life is given by God in silver plate. Hence, let our daily goal be a red-letter day! If we do, earth and sky may wed of rapport like the ribbons together pulled and blend by hands of dancing children that mend... Raising the Maypole aloft with ribbon pour so is a lived life despite black and blues decor. As the threads slide smoothly in span of minutes we, humans, must climb to reach our full limits. The intertwining colors that fused, all roar salad differences of man can be sorted, united to be one. Screaming colors tickle lowly spirits' to fire daring man to live before his body will retire. . . Living life to the fullest before each setting sun! _____________________________________________________________ ©O.E. Guillermo 11:23 pm-- February 02, 2015 Sponsor: Seren Roberts Contest Name: Life is like a Maypole Placed 1st


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Light or Dark, We Choose To See

Light or Dark, We Choose To See


We that cry for so very much more
 always fear opening of death's door
Images of sickle and bony face
 death's image we can not erase

Steps taken into a cavern dark
 a journey we fear to embark
Eyes shut, the light then flees
prayers given on bended knees

Shall we ,

Dance to the music of misty dawns
 celebrate the beauty of newborn fawns
Join in Nature's majestic treasure
 stroll the woods and never measure
The beauty of that calming sound
 from the depths of Nature's holy ground

Or,

Simply remember to sincerely praise
 the joy Life and Nature will forever raise
Songs in our hearts that so richly give
 paradise glimpses while we yet live.

Robert J. Lindley


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Way of the River

My waters had their genesis in the sea,
A path created was fashioned for me;
It can't be changed for there my toil
Winds through life in a twisting coil.
My waters end where they began,
Where life takes hold of its brief span;
To return to that enigmatic source,
Where once again I flow on my course.
The fragrance from the flowers as I pass,
Scent the air with whispers from the grass;
And my waters run down as they go
Over gemlike stones my streamlets flow.
And the tears that pour from my sad eyes,
Go back to the sea where all rivers rise;
And if my soul should suddenly leap
Over a ledge to kiss violets that sleep;
Then I will wander back to the sea,
The mother source that set me free.
And if those riddles I must keep,
Let me not complain, but sweep
On to the bitter end without fear,
Knowing that He who walks with me is near.


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Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

The water rushed by with a glow
its journey's end few may know
Just a long creek flowing west
deep into wetlands I knew best

Sunny morns I visit to renew
stir heart, wipe away the blue
Sounds so pleasing to my ears
comforting sights easing fears

Fish flopping all about in play
soul stirring sight this day
Kingfisher diving for a feast
Sun rising swifting in the East

Trees wrapping its gentle banks
my heart and soul giving thanks
Another dream I hold in my mind
of Nature and this scenic find!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014


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Philosophy on Life, Evil and the World

Philosophy on Life, Evil and the World

The Masters, serve their greed
take from those in great need
Such is evil's darkest cloaks
swallows that so often chokes

The Blinded, serve very well
masters in the pit of Hell
Each has a false laid pride
darkness is where they hide

The Slaves, eat deep regret
of life they'll never get
Each accepts a darkened yoke
defiance rarely ever spoke

The Brave, sail with heart
paying from the very start
Sacrifice to save our Souls
Deep river, so many shoals

The Warriors, cut ever deep
die as family sets to weep
Freedom's mantle they serve
with epic hearts, iron nerves

The Innocent, stand so bare
suffer greatly, so few care
Yet they are the true treasure
their test is the real measure!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-05-2014

note: Impossible to include ever 
group so this poet came up with 
these six to write about...


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What We Had Was Only a Tale

Here’s to a love that never existed!
And to the departing you insisted,
Let me give in to all I’ve resisted
It is true through our frivolous trail
Our lives were but a tale;
Though if I hadn’t thought of it
Pure hearts indefinite,
Not mattering even then,
Would I ever believe again?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale

I’m lost within a dream never dreamt
Inside a slumber never slept,
And I caress the intricate design
Of the world I can never find
How vast! Yet still it is dying
Fading into the nadirs’ binding
As I fill the world with crying—always crying! 
Oh world! Can I ever bring myself to hold 
The warm nothing growing cold? 
Oh world! Can I not take away
The love I gave with my will today?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale 


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War and Peace - Interlocking Rhyme

A silent prayer, a call for peace
War and winter takes its toll, birds sounds cease
The cold penetrates the soul, the Canada geese arrive
Bitter frost kills, the sound of geese bring winter alive

Peace in the world, the tips of the bulbs begin to show
No matter what is happening, Mother Nature will still grow

Penned 11/01/2015


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On My Own Terms

Mama became sick when I was in sixth grade,
It was really hard to cope with sacrifices we made.
Kids were cruel and did not understand the reality,
Of a trying pathway now set out before Daddy and me.
I was picked on and laughed at, hair pulled, I was teased.
I let them laugh to my face, shoved down on broken knees.
Until the day I rose to fight, facing my bullies I fought tough.
I would never give in to bullies again, I became jagged and rough.

My spirit fought hard. Tears, love, experience, learns and yearns,
I'm living my life on my own terms!

Boys tried to take me on, take me out, and have me surrender.
I never let one kiss and tell, My purity would never dive under.
I met my prince charming for whom I had waited for a ring.
Years and years of waiting peacefully for love, joy it did bring.
While all my girlfriends partied hard, their lives fell off the spotlight.
I sat in the shadows quietly waiting, I shined when the time was right.
The first kiss was heaven, and every taste was even sweeter than before.
Two rings, three kids, a family, how could I have asked for more.

My spirit fought hard. Tears, love, experience, learns and yearns,
I'm loving my life on my own terms.

I started feeling something, deep inside my body, it grew,
I went to the doctors to confirm what I already knew.
Mama suffered so many years, I was too young but it came.
When I got the news of my sickness, nothing would be the same.
Children grown and married, husbands fingers worn to the bone.
No one should see me suffer, I put a payment on the headstone.
Softly I said my goodbyes, no one could stop me from my choice.
I wanted to say I love you, while I still had a strong, firm voice.

My spirit fought hard. Tears, love, experience, learns and yearns.
I'm leaving my life on my own terms.



08-17-2014
*fictional story, I have no feelings on the if suicide is okay speech, this story is just a character, it is what is it is.


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LIVE LAUGH LOVE

(Rhyme) Think of every thing That you can attain today Enjoy every dream you can And make it part of each day You don't have to be well-known or rich, To find happiness under the sun, You can smile now and be happy Even if there's no one there for you Celebrate life and appreciate yours, Each autumn, summer, winter and spring, Make each and every dream come true, Remember, you can accomplish it all too Don't let anything or anyone stand in your way, Live, laugh and love, with passion and learn each day. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2008 December,2014


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What I Gave

What I gave was life and love.

She dances like a kite being blown in the breeze.
In a pink sundress that tickles her knees.
She claps her hands along the edge of a beat.
Stomping cheerfully in her dirty bare feet.
She is a treasure with a heart full of fun.
She is perfect and sharing with everyone.
She has the sweetest smile even with a messy face.
And when she hugs, it is the warmest embrace.

What I gave to the world was a child so dear.
When she was born angels shed a joyous tear.

What I have still to give is years of direction.
Lots of hope, lots of love and affection.

I watch my little girl as she spins and sings.
And I know I will give her my everything.


For contest: What I Gave.
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Date: 06-18-2014


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Choice Words

Write words
that will be scraped
into a stone
by a rebellious kid
who refused
to be owned
Write words
that will make
a hopeless sinner
never feel alone
Write words 
that will move
a homeless man
from a shelter seat 
to a throne
Write words
that will tattoo
the answers
to your soul
about the questions
of the future
that is unknown


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YOU ARE SO SPECIAL

I should have written to you a Sedoka,
For you are gracious and more than a mediocre,
Many do not know you as a shining star,
As their minds are clouded and their thoughts far,
‘one man’s meat is another man’s poison’
to me you are a gem from the north horizon,
Your imperfection makes you modest and real,
Different from hypocrisy which gives a raw deal,
If I’ve met you in your prime at a young age,
I would have wasted no time to write a new page,
Proposal that would have seen us at the altar,
Which would have made our present state better,
Love and you will be loved-this is not always true,
Tears have flowed from your eyes like the morning dew,
Which is due to wickedness of men that brings pain,
But I’m prepared to ease your pain and walk your lane.



DATE:11-20-2014


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Why Dot Won't LeAve the Farm

Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm alongside Boggy Creek
and milked  a hundred fresian cows … yes seven days a week.

Now Dotty took to motherhood and had some eighteen kids
and Bobby too was very fond of all his billy lids.
Though life was using hand me downs from hats to underwear,
it taught them old world values; like the gift of how to share.

Dot seldom ventured from the place and trips to town were rare
as she’d become content with life and simple country fare.
But Bob, in a romantic mood, applied his boyish charm
and thought he’d hit the city and get Dotty off the farm.

Their anniversary was due and Bob now thought it time
to hit the big smoke for a change were they could wine and dine.
Well Dot had dressed up to the nines and looked a proper treat,
but how to fit her in the ute had poor Rob kind of beat.

Poor Dot was three axe handles when one measured ’cross her rump
and putting things politely she was rather flamin’ plump.
But Dot she was a country girl and just jumped in the back
and soon both her and husband Rob were heading down the track.

The cities razzle dazzle blew both Dot and Rob away
and headed for the classy place where they were gonna stay.
But when Dot hit the doorway well she then ran out of luck,
as she was jammed there tightly and evidently stuck. 

The chaps behind the service desk and three bell boys as well
they tried to push poor Dotty free but Robby knew darn well
that Dottie’s hefty hips were simply wedged in there too tight
and going out to wine and dine was now in doubt that night.

Just then a bell boy cried out loud, “I have a plan for sure.
I’ll grab the local rugby team that’s dining right next door.”
The forwards packed behind poor Dot and gave it all they had,
but all they did was stir her up and she was getting mad.

Then Rob remembered once back home how Bert the bull was jammed
real tight inside the race they had and how they fin’lly planned
to rub his hips with lots of grease and on the count of three
they’d hit him with a jigger and you’re right … he busted free.

The Motel staff then whipped around and searched each patron’s bag
and grabbed all sorts of greasy stuff their little hands could snag.
Rob rubbed old Dottie’s hips all down and laid it on real thick,
then grabbed the night guards stun gun;  it was sure to do the trick.

Poor Dot she kicked and bellowed when the voltage hit her hide
and man she cut some capers and she went all goggle eyed.
She snorted and she struggled like some poor wild frightened beast,
but just like Bert, Rob did admit, she busted free at least.

Now Dot is back at Boggy Creek and though poor Rob tries hard
she won’t budge from the Dairy farm; she just won’t budge a yard.
Poor Rob now does the shopping and the thing he finds bizarre
Is rubbing Dot down  ev’ry night where two prongs left a scar.

©Bush Poet and Balladeer -  Merv Webster	


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Tree of Life

Yggdrasil tree of wisdom; tree of secrets and tree of strife; eat her fruit, the mind will grow; all her secrets, she will show. Her tentacles, like gray brain matter; give knowledge that all life, will shatter. In right hands, this world, will grow; in wrong hands, destruction flows. Take great heed of what you do; this world is left, to me and you.


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Destiny's Ecstasy

You may find destiny's ecstasy, that you searched for all your days Cut free from your bonds of sorrow,and sadness burnt up in a blaze For when the ashes and fog arise,happiness reveals its ways The familiar face in the mirror, will be happy with your gaze To stay on course in life you must keep the right frame of mind Think not only of yourself but of the others you may find Look at yourself as a stranger that you've met for the very first time Notice the sadness,and sorrow that you keep hidden away inside Hard enough as it is, you've got to just pull yourself upright For some circumstances in daily life, are hard to see in light Sometimes you have to look into a mirror,and focus with all your might To see what you may find hidden within,takes so much more than sight
*Collab with Dan Kearley <3 Thanks for the opportunity, Dan! 8) Twas fun..*


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Around the corner

I know it's there
A ghostly vision
Waiting to jump out at me
Bones stripped bare with precision

This is the ghost of life past
My soul stripped bare
For all to see
Ready to jump out at me

My earthly sins revealed
The White lies I told
The love I can't conceal
To reveal, alas I am not that bold

Yes it waits, for me to despair
It waits, to remind me, 
The past I can't repair
I wait for the dawn to rescue me

Dawn arrives the ghostly vision departs
Waving a stripped finger
Reminding me to put things right
I nod my head, it no longer lingers.

I can now turn the corner of life
To rectify my wrongs
To smile and maybe love anew
To live not just exist, once more sing songs

penned 13/10/2014







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The Poet

Gripping pen in desperation
for just one word to appear
An hour passes, two, then three
til the day's end is near
Just when I feel like giving up
something sparks within
as thoughts are put in order,
I see it's half-past ten
There can be no stopping now
the words would quickly fade
I won't give in until I know
a masterpiece is made
Here is doggie to my right
and kitty in my lap
Patiently waiting once again,
for me to rid my thinking cap
I pat their heads from time to time
so they know I still care
But to stop right where I'm at,
oh no, I wouldn't dare!
The words are flowing smoothly 
and now I'm going strong
Looking up, I realize,
I've been up all night long
The sun is slowly peeking
above the mountains grand
Aching back, slits for eyes,
there's no feeling in my hand
I may now be a zombie
with a body tired and worn
But, I feel a sense of gladness
another poem has been born!


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Understanding The Process Of Fear-

When someone less-fortunate begs from you,
it’s cause you have what they’ll never see.
And you should carefully rethink it through,
before you angrily dismiss their plea.

For there but for the grace of God go you,
dig deep and search your heart for some pity.
And consider what hell they must go through,
panhandling in the dregs of the city.

By understanding the process of fear,
you take responsibility for it.
And disarm hate with a smile and a tear,
two emotions that seem a perfect fit.

Charity is a selfish endeavor,
for you get much more than you ever give.
And you don't have to be rich or clever,
it's a matter of how you choose to live.

You must try to put yourself in their shoes,
taking yourself out of your comfort zone.
Your demeanor can ignite a short fuse,
for it's more than just your words it's your tone.

Try to imagine how great it would feel
if a stranger took the time to help you.
You would thank God that such people are real,
for angels among men are rare and few.


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The Battle For Your Souil

There’s A Battle for Your Soul!

There’s a battle that continues to rage on.
It’s a battle for what’s right and wrong.

This is a battle that is fought for your soul.
It sets the course for what direction you will go.

This has continued since the beginning of time.
It’s a battle for the very souls of mankind.

God sought for man to have redemption.
He sacrificed his son.  
There was no exception!

Jesus Christ is alive and he is here!
He’s won the victory over death and fear!

Through HIM, the enemy is already defeated!
And through him, can a life truly be completed!

Why not allow HIM to bring you hope today?
And be encouraged by what he has to say!

Christ is Lord!  And knows the battle plan!
Won’t you reach out and take his hand?

With Christ in your life,
 your enemies shall disappear!
Because of his shed blood, victory is here!

All praise to God the father, spirit and son!
Because of Jesus!  The battle is already won!

By Jim Pemberton    12/05/14


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The Secret

The Secret
Somewhere someplace not far away a couple lied together.
No talk about the future no talk about forever.
They had lovers of their own their lovers were not there.
It's best if kept a secret the love that they would share.

Lost in loves great passion covered in each others sweat.
They're going to have a baby but they don't know it yet.
In nine months the baby born a secret softly cries.
So much still for him to learn of life conceived in lies.

Often he just played alone it seemed it was his way.
Then one day the secret was sent outside to play. 
He grew strong like others did he gave it all his best.
Without one clue he never knew the truth beat in his chest.

Overwhelmed again and again the sadness he can't shake.
The devil whispered in his ear “You are a mistake”.
Still he tried through tears he cried to somehow rise above.
Getting lost time and again in his search for love.

When the walls came crashing down his whole world fell apart.
Welcome to the world of secrets and to your broken heart.
Shattered like a piece of glass his dreams fell to the ground.
Somewhere up near heaven even angels heard the sound.

Tears poured from his heart and soul through both day and night.
Searching for some healing in words that he would write.
Broken in so many ways all he meant for good.
Forever somehow secret where some misunderstood.

Now he walks in shadows seeking shelter from the rain.
Don't you dare look in his eyes you'll get lost inside his pain.
Like the secret long ago he spends his time alone.
It seems being by himself is now his comfort zone.

Asking nothing from no one wanting only just to give.
The only dream he still dreams is live and just let live.
A million miles on his heart and tears that he still cries.
So it is for secrets and those conceived in lies.
Edwin C Hofert


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Earth Shimmers, Life Explodes

Earth Shimmers, Life Explodes



Calming clouds float into my dream
 fish flop happily onto my grill
Ducks quacking loudly taking to wing
 Nature yawns and begins it's daily thrill

Forest fights the coming mist
 night owls hourly call
Flowers groan and silently twist
 woodpeckers hear it all

Cool streams flow on wet earth
 bees gather for all they are worth
Snakes slither into the weeds
 earth's beauty serves man's greater needs

Night sky glows like a hot candle
 treasures, more than one man can handle
Moon sheds it's glittering skin
 life explodes in the heart of men

Earth shimmers dancing in perfect time
 poets sing rejoicing deeply in rhyme...........

Robert L. 06-02--2014

Looking out our bay window at this glorious night. Wife enters, sweet kisses me good night.
Inspiration suddenly strikes!!! 
A joy to be so very alive.... 


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Stand by me

When my road of life is tiring
I know your close at hand
When at the cross roads of the journey
By me you will always stand

From the moment  I was born
You were always there
Lifting me up when I was down
You stay because you care

The days when my life is sunny
You smile with eternal grace
Linking arms walking tall
Together, anything, we can face

Any trials and tribulations
That life can throw at us
One mind, one hope, one prayer
No one can separate us

You are my guiding light
Showing me the way
No matter what I do that's trite
By my side you will always stay 

You are my shadow 
Together we face the day






U


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A man i'll never be

Growing up 
My father and me
He did the best he could
Because once we were three
 
Events happened
And then we were two
His rise and demise
As his life withdrew
 
Looking back, to the memories we had
They never lasted for years
Some great, some sad
For an ill man he did his best
And in me, I have his zest
 
He never recovered from the loss of his son
To say goodbye to the elder one
He was hospitalised for months and years
On the day he was taken, uncontrollable tears

The years we shared 
Fifteen in all
In every one
He helped me grow tall
To appreciate, what life will give
Remember your past, let your future live

He's all around me every day
For on the wind I hear him say
Enjoy your life, live happily
I hope you get to the land of the free

My reply to you Dad
As you look down on me
The Aura around you
The man I hope to be


" Happy Fathers Day to you Dad, I still miss you, your loving son James "
         To be read listening to Boston's < A Man i'll never be >
              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzOKrXj8Hp4


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


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Free As A Butterfly

The life you are living does not need to be the only life you have.
       We tend to dwell on the past.
              Leave it buried because then you can have the final laugh.
                     Everything exists to end in a photograph.
Hold that picture dear, and let the demons be.
       Don't wallow in your own pain and misery.
Self pity is often too afraid in accomplishing any goals.
       Crawl on out of that wormhole.
It's ok to be a little fish in a giant fish bowl.
       Because of one downfall, don't mean  you lost your soul.
The devil deceives us with that lie.
       I hate to see tears in your eye.
Spread your wings and be free like a butterfly.


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The Ecstacy Of Her Touch

The Ecstacy Of Her Touch


Moonlight whispers steal the cool night
she glowed easily in that celestial light
A beautiful princess surely she knew
her beauty was wrapped in eyes of blue

Stars overhead twinkled to her command
never a fairer beauty in all the land
We sat and listened by the bubbling brook
as the moon rays our hearts forever took

For no treasure would I ever dare miss
the ecstacy of her touch, our first kiss
The eternity wrapped in that sweet embrace
time did stop, nothing could ever erase
That moment when two hearts melded fast
a love that would fight to forever last

Moonlight whispers soon began to scream
take a dip in that cool, running stream 
In unison we laughed and began to strip
for our first in the moonlight naked dip
We feasted our longing , searching eyes
in we leaped under moon brightened skies

A tale we re-tell to our great grandkids
as they demand we show the movie vids
A wish we both wish we could then grant
but video could never replace her blue eyes,
two stars that forever our hearts enchant


Robert J. Lindley, 01-04-2015


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LIFE IS A TEETER TOTTER

One day you're way up 
the next ready to drown
Life is a teeter totter 
of many ups and downs
Spring comes along
and everything grows
Fall comes along
and everything goes
Love makes me high
gives a radiant glow
But a fridged goodbye
is like a midnight snow
So what is the secret
to avoid a downward slide
Some words of wisdom
successfully tried
Don't hold on to baggage
it only weighs you down
Put it in the other seat
you'll stay off of the ground
Life is about balance
it's an ebb and flow
When on a teeter totter
some things must be let go

Contest: Sheri's "Teeter Totter Poem"
Date: 7-29-30


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When One Has Learned

When One Has Learned When one has learned to laugh at life, find humor in its flaws, And realize that strife and stress are part of worldly laws… When one has learned to ride the crests of hopes by which to live, And thankfully accept and bless the joys that life does give. When one has learned to acquiesce with dreams that can’t come true, But listen closely to the cries of others dreaming too… When one has learned blue skies above are part of earthly days, A stepping stone to greater joy on Heaven's golden rays… When one has learned to enjoy life with grand reality, That life is but transition time to immortality… One will have earned serenity, sublime reward for faith. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~1st Place~ Contest: Interlocking Rhyme Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst Judged: 02/02/2014


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Old Faithful

No, not a geyser,
Not a woman,
Old faithful sits
Patiently in my kitchen,
Awaiting my need for her

Old faithful is an organ,
Rich velvety tones
Growls when I ask her
Or spits, or even moans...

What a companion
She does make
No need for deception,
No room for fake...

She's gotten me through,
Many a rough time
She asks no questions
She's guilty of no crime

Her teeth, bared...
Ready to rock
She needs no food,
She reads no clock

She takes me away
On many a mystic trip
As we soar together
Joined at the hip

So keep your guitars,
Your trumpets, your bass
This girl is mine,
Smiling toothy face.


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Moon, Light That Celestial Path

Moon, Light That Celestial Path

Moon, cast me into thy light
this is a brightly loving night
Disturb not moon's sweetly glow
spirits, earth to heaven go

Another realm beckons my soul
called from a heavenly scroll
Earth's lights will very soon dim
my spirit races on to meet him

Moon, gifter of passion's hope
no longer in darkness I grope
A brilliance now lights my way
gives promises of eternal day

Night darkness hides no more
light beckons from eternity's door!


Robert J. Lindley, 08-23-2014

note , This poem is dedicated to the poet 
and authoress of today's Poem of the Day and 
her poem titled: 
Ballad of Mistress Moon, by   
Eileen Manassian , which has been wisely chosen 
to be Poem of the Day..
An inspiration both in her writes, her charming 
ways and her great spirit!


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A Different Game

Friends and trouble go hand in hand.
Legends of the  neighborhood.
Like statues  and vacant buildings  still stand.

A crime in plain view no one ever saw.
Held hostage in fear.
The mouse sturggles to escape from 
cats claw.

Blood on the bricks  that stains my mind.
Time takes me away.
Yet never leaves the memory far behind.

Summers in the city nights run into days.
We turn are backs to the truth.
But in this game everyone plays.

Heros are villians  depending 
on who you are.
Stories told bout the other night.
Hidden truths  like the bat under the bar.

The players are future tombstones
Men glorified beyond there name.
the citys children caught within her  confines.
Forced to play a different  game.

 


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Little Yellow Socks

* Written for my daughter, who really does have a precious pair of Little Yellow Socks.

Little Yellow Socks
       by Amy Swanson  12/5/2008

Little yellow socks
running down the hall
"Slow down with those socks on,"
I'd yell... too late, the fall!

Little yellow socks
padding softly late at night
climbing up into my lap
one more hug, out goes the light.

Little yellow socks
follow me with squeals of laughter;
Oh how she loves to run in them,
Begging me to come chase after!

Little yellow socks...
now not being worn a lot.
My little girl is growing up,
No longer just a tot.

Little yellow socks
will be cast aside someday
I must guard these precious moments;
in my heart, they'll safely stay.


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Wooing Karma

It is wrong to strip man of his hope in after-life fantasies,
I understand man needs to hope in an ever blossoming Spring.
He pins his hope on promises, I mean him no discourtesy,
He needs hope to hang his hat upon, hope to which his heart may cling.
"now abideth faith, hope and charity, these three ..." 1 Cor. 13:13

Man cannot escape himself, even when laid upon death's pyre,
he is who he is, and that's who moves into the spiritual realm.
No fantastical gifts of sacred knowledge will he acquire
that he does not already know. He takes himself beyond the veil.
"But then shall I know, even also as I am known ..." 1 Cor. 13:12

There are things to be accomplished that can only be done in flesh,
challenging lessons each soul must learn through trial and circumstance,
your lessons aren't mine, and mine aren't yours, we all must pass our own tests,
so wish each other well along life's journey, and pray their souls advance.
"having then gifts differing according to the grace that is given to us ..."
 Romans 12:6

But resting in God's eternal promise, man became nonchalant,
dreading at first, those wheels of karma, that eye for an eye role play.
Then enamored with earthly pleasures he soon became dillettante
and put off until tomorrow what could be accomplished today.
The Earth is full of the goodness of the Lord." Psalms 33:5

He looked to the valleys, mountains and streams, the oceans so alive,
felt the warming sun rays on his back, saw the stars shinning at night,
and man determined that Heaven without Earth, no God would deprive.
With his half way knowledge, he's half way there, but still can't see the light.
"and this, the condemnation, that light came into the world, but man loved 
darkness rather than light ..." John 3:19

So man, the spiritual vagrant, meets disappointment once again,
beyond Death's door he finds confusion, "Heaven is where I belong!"
Sympathy moans, "Did not one soul ever tell you to go within?
The kingdom of heaven is within you, it's been there all along.
"God is Spirit, and those who worship him must worship him in Spirit 
and in truth." John 4:24

But lift up your eyes, mankind, stop wooing karma, and realize
with, or without your body - You're Alive! - you can still go within.


Note*** This poem does not, and yet, in some ways it does reflect my personal beliefs.
It's just a poem that I put together with a limited amount of knowledge, and a wild
imagination. The added scripture was not meant to ascertain truth, only perhaps 
to give rise to thought. :)


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The Songs & The Makers

My soul understood Lynyrd Skynyrd
Like Ronnie I had monkeys to
Just simple boys chasing life’s joys
With our needles playing our blues

My soul understood Pink Floyd
For I have lived inside the wall
Comfortably numb and ignorantly dumb
Living my life forever tasting the call

My soul understood Nirvana  
The White Horse has lived in my stall
I’ve tasted death at the edge of my breath
As my soul just nodded through it all

Like Creed I am my own Prison
No appeal on the docket today
What I learned from John Lennon
We all need to learn how to pray

Morrison took me to the roadhouse
Like Merle they locked me away
And I guess just like Creedence
I’ve seen rain on the sunny day


You know I do love Hank Jr.
Especially when he sings the blues
It seems so many of us just hop on the bus
Forever lost in the Addictions we choose

Sometimes I feel just like Kid Rock
I’m just sitting here in search of myself
I have great respect for Garth Brooks
For his family he put his career on the shelf

Johnny Cash sang of San Quentin
I heard the song in one of its cells
Locked up inside of that medieval prison 
You feel like you have made it to hell

Like Jerry Garcia I fried in Berkley
Like Hendrix I dropped acid in my eyes
To this day when I hear Janice Joplin
 I just want to break down and cry

The Eagles played the Hotel California 
I have led the dance on that Prison yard
Guns & Roses sang of the Jungle
Prison is a world very cold and hard

These are a few of the songs and the makers
Ones that have shared my story and plight
When I die just play dust in the wind
As I ride the stairway to heaven that night

If my song is granted one purpose
And the music I’m allowed to choose
Let it be said that the song in my head
Was country rock with a touch of the blues

And let that song forever tell a story
A horrible story that ended so bright
For when Jesus Christ grants his mercy
Even the most blind can be led to the light

So Lord let my life be your lighthouse
Lord please guide my story as it’s told
And whatever you do Lord I beg of you
Help me stay worthy of the heart that I hold


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Sunshades

Do you know my sunny days?
Do you only know the rain?
The man a woman can praise,
Must come alive again.
Do you know my smiling face,
The brighter side of me?
Have you seen my different shades,
How I can truly be?



©2014 Honestly JT


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Windows

In youth I looked at life through my front window Everything was new and unexplored Expectations flowed like rushing water Nothing that I viewed could be ignored Paths untested prompted me to venture Inhale the fragrance of discovery Taste the nectar of a love awakened Embracing life wherever it took me Today I look at life through my rear window And savor the experiences I've had Reflecting once again upon my journey Accepting what life gave, the good, the bad The edges of my world are now more rounded The colors are a softer, warmer hue However, I have not a favorite window Through either one I've much enjoyed the view
Bob Quigley Sept 29, 2011


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Choices

   
~Choices~ ( Rhyme) It seems like we all go through Struggles, sorrows and great strife But take a moment and look around you There are many good things in your life God give us blessings and much more But we take for granted all the good things We often shun His blessings And only think all the wrong things We often ignore what's most important in life We take for granted the blessings He sends The world and the troubles makes us blind And empty and lost most people spend their life Life is so hard and the heart is often afraid A product will be from all the choices you made! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2005 January,14,2015


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Chasing Arrows

It's always just my luck,
She likes what she sees.
Otherwise, I'm not enough,
And she's not right for me.
If I tried too hard,
It's then I will fail.
The matters of my heart,
Will they soon prevail?




©2014 Honestly JT



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To God the Glory

I have been to the bottom of the deepest well,
stared into the dank darkness, face to face,
I have laid broken and scorned on the outskirts of Hell,
completely surrendered my ghost to God, and lived to tell.

My knees have buckled in the weakness of fleshly attire,
poised on the dizzying carousel of the faint hearted,
I've scraped and clawed, and climbed out of the fire,
but my grasp on His shirt-tails never departed.

I have battled demons in the caverns of my mind,
bore physical disease where no relief was found,
suffered uneducated judgments of the massive kind,
as I laid withering in ailment on the ground.

Then the hand of Jesus touched me and disease was cast far off,
when I couldn't go on, he carried me and laid me at the foot of His throne,
where God, in his great mercy, strengthened and spared me,
making it evident that through it all, I have never walked alone.

My whole life story is all for the glory of God,
and though I have been beaten, battered, broken and prod,
"To God be the glory, great things he hath done."
I've always emerged victorious, through Jesus Christ, His son.

To God be the glory
I've never walked alone.


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The Interview

I am so tired of forever.
Seems there was something I left behind in another life.
I asked the mirror and the mirror said, 
“You can do better.” 

There are papers spread across my bed,
Books strewn, open as wide as my eyes at five—
"Where were you last night?"
When she left I barely replied.

I asked the mirror, and the mirror said,
“You’ll rest only when you’re dead.”

I’ve come all this way to sell myself;
I can’t tell you how many selves I’ve killed,
Just to keep from standing still.

How many times I’ve wanted to smash all the high hopes, 
The façade,
The box,   
The thoughts
That tower god.  

I’ve given the keys back to my jailor
In a cell that smothers me with my failure
And beats my nature into a stranger.

How is the pedestal still so very clean?
I watch them kill to snatch their dream
From the hands that rightfully receive; 
A Stockholm syndrome of high esteem.

I’ve seen so many knives go in my thigh.
I’ve taken them out with no reply.
We all beseech for that unreachable lie
To the sound of years just dredging by.

But here we are at last.
I stood as the suits opened up the door.
Now that I've made it all this way,

I don’t want it anymore.


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Permanent Check-Mate

I am standing naked on a crowded street
But nobody seems to be noticing me
I am less embarrassed by my nakedness
Than by my invisibility

They all seem to be looking right through me
Or staring down at the concrete walk
With iPod plugs shoved deep into their ears
Nobody can hear me talk

I try flagging down a taxi
But their “Off Duty” lights are on
On the black and white checkerboard
I am the sacrificial pawn

The Queen moves in every direction
The King is rooted in place
I try catching the eye of a policeman
But he has mirrored glasses upon his face

The world is swirling in circles
The Bishop runs off with a boy
My wife no longer lies with me
She prefers her electrical toys

The teacher wakes me up in class
Why am I in school when I’m fifty-five
I don’t remember being captured by the Rook
Is it possible I’m no longer alive

The King has no more safe squares to go
Laying him down is his only fate
Tangled up in a sticky spider web of life
I’m stuck in a permanent check-mate


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Last Night

I laid out on my porch last night
Listening to coyotes rage a fight
I watched the moon with her bright, full face
Place a blanket of shadows o’er the landscape

Tree frogs croaked a lullaby
I saw night critters scamper by
I breathed in the cool, fresh night air
As my body gave up its daytime cares

Inside the house everyone was asleep
After praying the Lord their souls to keep
I simply marveled at this nighttime world
Watching Mother Nature play like a little girl

Stars were twinkling in the midnight sky
Even saw a satellite passing by
My mind was clear of whos, whats, whens and whys
The tear that fell was from a happy cry

I laid out on my porch last night
Refueling my soul for the coming light


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Punctuation

Morning is a question mark – 
Serenity or drama?
Afternoon’s a semi-colon,
Period or comma.

If the day’s routine,
You’d list its parts behind a colon:
Ordinary expectations 
Keep those hours rollin’.

Hyphens give one pause, though things
May not be out of joint.
What you must be careful of’s
The exclamation point.

For this little bugger
May show anger, joy or fear.
Many people would prefer
It never would appear.

Punctuation rules the day
And shows us what we’ve got.
Nighttime comes and then we’re left
With dot and dot and dot…


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Krystal the Pistol

Krystal the Pistol God has blessed be with such a dear friend someone who entertains me on the weekend Lucky I am to have such a unique person to work with in a cold windowless pit. A beautiful Libra Crazy enough to dress up as a zebra She gets me and my crazyness Just ask her to paint it on a canvas She sings like an angel and looks at the world from different angles we dance, we laugh, we like to take naps we also know muay thai so watch your ass She's my wingman with a tan and can handle my attention span I'm glad to have her in my life any man will be golden to call her his wife


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As life unfolds - smallest ant contest

You may not be as tall as others
You may not have the prettiest face
You may not have the many riches 
You may not have gods given grace

By your actions you're the tall one
A smile that lights the dullest day
A kind heart that's always helpful
Share the last of your hard earned pay

By your thoughtfulness you're the fair one
Any small deed you are asked to do
Even the smallest ant, cast the tallest shadows
You live to help others your life through

So riches and stature are not important
Fair of face will wrinkle when old
The way you live your life however scant
Shows your many riches as life unfolds


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Healing For You

When days are filled with dark clouds, when words can not console With heart and spirit frozen, sometimes you will lose control The warm sunlight may fade; and tears roll over night into day As the first bout subsides, then feelings get mixed in haste I watched you standing empty from afar, feeling used; out of place Your misdirected anger turned inward during this phase With shaky confidence, you doubt yourself taking on all blame Making excuses, ‘No one’s perfect’; blind, you're not the same We don't mature equally; some remain selfish brats Like a child may equate love to games, we can become certified “rats” In their world, it is all about “me”, “look at me”; and forever in need Soon, your pain will be washed away and at peace you’ll come to be! Healing will come from one who loved you long before you were born Whatever he has willed for you, from your hands will never be torn Aware of your needs, alll gifts to you will one day lie within your palms I pray that time, becomes for you a gentle, soothing balm ~*~


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Recycling

Waters edge gator lies raccoon gets big surprise! In forest something hides bird on branch with two slit eyes... Unsuspecting no cry empty branch lump inside! Snake digesting waterside hungry croc snake inside! Swimming salmon seeking spawn searing pain bears claw! Plants decay feeding ground newborn sprouts spring abounds. Life’s cycle ever green it recycles everything. Life’s cycle circles ‘round all life feeds ground.


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Rules of Life

Trust none except 
the true one God
Listen to your heart
Follow yours dreams 
Believe in yourself 
Have faith in others
Settle for nothing
Always do your best 
Know what your capable of. 
Expect people to doubt you
Use that as motivation 
Challenge everything 
Fight for what you believe 
Let nothing back you down
Not all will love you but do
good to them anyways  
Appreciate all criticism
Learn something new 
Take on every opportunity 
Forget all the unnecessary 
Remember where you started  
Push beyond any limits 
Bend all the rules 
Take mighty risks 
Live on the edge 
Yet stay save
Seize every moment
Life is truly a gift so 
 live to its fullest 


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Welcoming Our Little Ty

Welcoming Our Little Ty


We welcome in a baby boy named Ty
blessed we are, asking not why
Life precious and so very sweet
another grandson I'll soon greet

Life sends blessings as it flows
we thank God and it surely shows
A future with this child's joys
daughter now has two beautiful boys

Old age brings in surprising gifts
this blessing stands and uplifts
More time I now desperately seek
with these children so mild and meek

Praying for a life much, much longer
to see my family grow so much stronger!

Robert J. Lindley, 01-08-2015

Dedicated to my new grandson ,Ty Brooks Atkinson
may God bless he and all his family.. 
Ty was born Jan. 7th 2015 at 9 pounds 2 ounces at 23 inches and with a full head of long blonde hair. 
All are doing fine . Scheduled to leave hospital tomorrow afternoon. 
We are so blessed to have this new addition to our family!
God blesses ......


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Only A Poet

Write me a smile with your magic word
And write it nice and wide
Write me a whisper, that's never been heard
To show what you're feeling inside

Write me a tear, as it runs down your cheek
Each time that you need to cry
Write me strength, when you're feeling weak
Or love that will make me sigh

Write me the anger, when it doesn't go your way
Or contentment, each time that it does
Write me tomorrow, instead of today
Or maybe the way that it was

Write me your heartache, with all of your pain
When your heart's been broken in two
Then write me the pieces of you that remain
For I need to feel them too

Write me the morning and evening skies
Or maybe even noon or night
Whatever emotion your lonely heart cries
Like only a poet can write


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An Open Door

   I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.
Someone closed it from inside,
where all the painful, bad things hide.
And I think I'm in here too,
a child that knows not what to do.

   Scared and lonely , so afraid,
peering through a darkened shade,
Seeing my life pass me by,
because I'm too afraid to try,
to find someone who has the key,
that unlocks the door and sets me free.

   Is it more than just a game,
to feel something besides the shame?
The child inside me wants to know,
but somehow I just can't let it go.
   I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.


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Stripping of Star Capes

Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.

~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~

Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.


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Where did my life go

Where did my life go ?
 
Oh, how I would like my life back !
It seems the fabric of time has developed a crack,
and through it, I seem to be falling.
Every day, work, work keeps on calling
and my days melt, one into the other,
no time to do all I must cover.
 
Hours are so few
For all I have to do.
Very little to remember of this one’s day
For they are all the same. 
No longer a life, no time for play !
Work, work, work is the frame
of reference, routine of little variation
is my life, sometimes a little creation.
 
This is where my life has gone !
Work, work, work and nothing beyond.
it has penetrated, permeated my dreams.
Work, work, work, no escape it seems ? 

B. J. “A” 2
June 3rd 2012


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In my sanctuary

It's in my sanctuary where I write
Deep inside the walls of my mind
It's the only place I can find that's still filled with light
Not clouded by dark thoughts, nah, I'm leaving those behind

It's in my sanctuary where I can think in peace
Where I can blow off steam and just release 
It's where my suffering ends and I start to feel good again
In my sanctuary is the one place I no longer feel the pain

It's in my sanctuary where I avoid the human race
And I can move at a more comfortable pace
It's where I can relax and just not care
It's a place where entering should be a dare

It's in my sanctuary where I like to spend my time 
'Cause in there nothing costs even a dime
It's all in my head
But hey, at least I'm not dead


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Chameleons

Chameleons

  Chameleons we must be

      In a world forever changing

           For the sequel to tranquility

                 Is impending rearranging

                      The news of sudden tragedy

                             A husband leaves his wife

                                   Before night stars can twinkle

                                       Chaos rules your life

                                           Maybe life has lost its luster

                                          Stagnation’s dulled the sheen

                                    The mind’s become too idle

                                Wreaking damage unforeseen

                          Hence the chameleon emerges

                    Commencing transformation

              Altering its persona

           To command the situation

              Like the chameleon in nature

                  We employ our disguise

                       Our mechanism of defense

                          ‘Til a plan we can devise


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Restless Heart

A river may babble
The wind may sigh
A cloud may rumble
		Are they any more at peace than I?

Oceans may swell
Volcanoes erupt
And a dam can burst
		Do their hearts stop as abrupt?

Tornadoes may destroy
Lightning strikes from the sky
And an earthquake can ruin all:
		Do they hurt any more than I?


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One Nation Under God?

It’s a sad situation, the state of this nation
of murderers, molesters, and thieves
I can’t help but wonder as we continue to plunder
at how we create our own grief.

We bully and batter, look out for the splatter
as we rob our own children of pride,
It’s no wonder our sons take up their guns
while we all sit back and ask why.

In this generation, of vain masturbation,
which can create its own self in a tube,
Each woman is master and can now choose to blast her
fetus right out of the womb.

Gender reversal is no longer controversial
(in fact it’s barely thought of as odd).
As men become women I find my head spinning
at man’s struggle to be his own god.

When possibilities ignited we just got so excited
about the fact that we could,
that perhaps we forgot to think whether or not,
as a civil society we should.

Somewhere in the thicket chirps our Jimminy Cricket,
hoping that someone will hear,
While we in the piety of civilized society
stand stoic with fingers in ear.

Make no mistake ‘bout the risk that we take
by not heeding ol’ Jimminy’s call.
Consider the thought that God you are not
and pride always precedes the fall.


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When Shadows Fall

Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread We now view through our eyes, our windows of life What do we see now, do we absorb our awaiting strife Be like me and others and listen to peripheral sounds It's what we have come to know, it's us all around Day by day we view, the turning of life's greenery But what are we going to see after, on this future days scenery Is it intrepid anticipation, human wondering entering it's abyss We're the blind leading our blind, just what do we make of this *~* The eve of this reckoning day, in hourly wait we await Autumn has taken it's turn, are us humans in use by date This morning we have awaited, curtains drawn I view There's something different about the sunrise, sees me a through From my balcony I witness, now seeing from where I am Shape shifting no longer applies, I just don't understand In sorrow fill hungered loss, I lose life's lust for thrall From my balcony I now witness, I view when shadows fall *~* Inspired by "Touchstone's" <> "When Shadows Fall" from their album "The City Sleeps"


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Around The Corner

Around the corner but just out of view
We'll see what the future holds for me and you
It may be great yes it may be grand 
It might be simple and quite bland

Around the corner but just out of view
What the future holds depends a lot on you
Will you be brave and overcome fear
Will you attack or stay in the rear

Around the corner but just out of view
The future is waiting to be written by you
Each life is the ink in the ball point pen
That flows from beginning and writes til the end

Around the corner but just out of view
Are decisions each make that effect quite a few
Each life is a tapestry of things we decide
Our hopes and our dreams that have come alive

Around the corner but just out of view
We'll face defeat and failure at least a time or two
It's how we handle the ups and the downs
That will determine in time if we have any crowns
Around the corner but just out of view

Written 10/09/14 for the Around the corner contest


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Forgotten Times

Momma's in the kitchen frying chicken
Daddy's got the game on the old TV
Two brother's playing and fighting in the parlor
It's just the way things used to be

Momma stayed home and raised us kids
Never had much except love if I recall
Daddy worked everyday but Sunday
Then again, I guess we had it all

We got our clothes from people up the street
Their kids were older and always well dressed
They would send a box down once or twice a year
And we'd thank God, we were so blessed

Shared a bicycle between five brothers
Had all we needed and so much more
Never saw a government check until we enlisted
I guess they forgot to tell us we were poor

Lived in an alley full of kids
Second house in a row of seven
Learned to work for whatever we wanted
This was our little piece of heaven

No one stole from one another
Respected all and what they worked for
Slept like a baby, three to a room
Never bothered locking a door

We have so much now it's mind boggling
In a way I guess we lost our senses
Corrupted with greed, we became reclusive
Instead of bridges, we built fences

Return with me to those forgotten times
When we treated our neighbor just like a brother
Never got judged by the way we dressed
And people cared about one another

Remember Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners
Lawrence Welk on a Saturday night
Breyer's ice cream from the corner store
Lassie and Dragnet in black and white

Uncle Miltie and Bishop Sheen
Robin Hood starring Richard Greene
Superman and a matinee
With Dinah Shore, see the USA

Riding grassy hills in a cardboard box
Taking little brother for long summer walks
Forgotten times spent with a friend
Times we thought would never end

A life full of riches doing all that we could
A life full of struggles, even the bad times were good
Somewhere in the distance a lone church bell chimes
While I close my eyes and dream of forgotten times.


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The Rare Moment

The Rare Moment



Sitting here enjoying the hard cascading rain
streams pouring down the very clear window pane

Thoughts streaming around the light in my head
still groggy a bit from a late rise from my bed

Awaiting the hot coffee that will singe my brain
like that sweet victory over hurt, a precious pain

Sitting here enjoying this most precious morn
so very happily pleased my wonderful son was born!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-28-2014

Don't you just love it when life says, " hey life is good,
 enjoy your gifts and give thanks" ?
When that happens so often we just soak in the moment but 
this time I interrupted mine to offer a short write....


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Through The Eyes of Another

Just once I wish that someone 
else could see things the way I see,
but through the eyes of another,
they think that it's just me.

When I look into the mirror I 
don't like what I see,
but through the eyes of another,
I'm as good as I can be.

I see and hear alot of things
that other people don't,
but through the eyes of another,
they say forget it but I won't.

People always tell me just
take things day by day,
but through the eyes of another,
maybe I should find another way.

I live my life in so much pain
because of the love'd one's I have lost,
but through the eyes of another,
it's just another path to cross.

I get so mad at myself for
the way I handle things,
but through the eyes of another,
they just don't care what it brings.

This life I have lived just
seems to be unfair,
but through the eyes of another,
I made it through on a wing and prayer.

            Colleen Marie Bono






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If Loving You Were Easy

If loving you were easy
I'd love you like I should.
I've opened up my heart to you
and tried as best I could.
I don't expect reassurance.
I know some think I'm cold.
I needed your love when I was young.
But now I'm just too old.
I've lived without your guidance.
I've lived without your hugs.
I'm sure you don't remember
a time without your drugs.
You chose the life you're living.
I wished you all the best.
Now it's time to say goodbye
and lay this thing to rest.
If loving you were easy,
I'd love you like I should.
I've opened up my heart to you
and tried as best I could.


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Maybe it's Time

Maybe it's time we said a prayer
Maybe it's time we started to care
Maybe it's time we started looking for the truth.

Maybe it's time we began to listen
Maybe it's time we completed our mission
Maybe it's time we began to teach our youth.

Maybe it's time we ended the violence
Maybe it's time we broke the silence
Maybe it's time we eliminated the fears,

Maybe it's time we minded our business
Maybe it's time we showed forgiveness
Maybe it's time we stopped the flow of tears.

Maybe it's time we saw our brother
Maybe it's time we loved one another 
Maybe it's time we wished upon that distant star.

Maybe it's time we answered the call
Maybe it's time we stood proud and tall
Maybe it's time we accepted people as they are.

Maybe it's time we stood up and screamed
Maybe it's time we lied down and dreamed
Maybe it's time we enjoyed the fruits of our labor.

Maybe it's time we showed some remorse
Maybe it's time we set a new course
Maybe it's time we acted like a neighbor.

Maybe it's time we forgot the sorrow
Maybe it's time we planned for tomorrow
Maybe it's time we looked for a Resurrection.

Maybe it's time we had a little fun
Maybe it's time we walked in the sun
Maybe it's time we headed in a different direction.


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WANDERLUST

I never asked to be born; yet now I am here
My journey through life is not one that I fear
I cherish each moment I live on this earth
Thank god for my mother for her labour and birth

I sail like a ship on a sparkling blue sea
Try avoiding the pitfalls that may befall me
Rising to the challenges as I navigate through life
Through childhood, adolescence, becoming a wife

We climb many mountains and difficulties we face
That’s the essence of being part of the human race
I’ll never let a new opportunity pass me by
I want to remain living until the day that I die

Jan Allison
08~12~14
Written for Wanderlust Contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
~awarded 5th place~


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Tableau of Life

Name: Heather Buxton                          Verse Category – rhyme
Contest – Design Your Tableau                Date of Poem: 17th October, 2014


Tableau of Life

Possesions apart
Joy can fill your heart
Real treasures we see
Are totally free
Just look, you’ll agree.
Behold them with glee.

Quote“Happiness doesn’t lie in the objects we gather around us. To find it, all we need to do is open our eyes.”


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The thoughts of a bi-polar

Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.


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The Highlanders Estate

My door is open
I welcome you
To my Highland lands
Off heathers and hue
 
Cross the bridge
Of centuries old
To my castle of grey
In it's regal fold
 
Stand with me
In the great hall of my past
Like generations
Us Fraser's will last
 
Climb spiral stairs
To a turreted tower
Look out on my lands
As the northern lights shower
 
Turn to the left
Look out to the fields
They stretch for miles
Many harvests they yield
 
The moat leads off
Into a river so pure
With it's salmon ladder
Caught to mature
 
Lets take to the horses
To forests of pine
They carpet the glens
In greenery fine
 
Centuries old
Camp fire and cheer
Weeks away
Chasing the deer
 
The welcome we received
When we reached home
Venison and pheasant
From our Highland roam
 
Off the great hall
To the room of the past
Where tartans and paintings
My ancestral past
 
Open great fireplace
Lights up the room
Claymores and armour
In past battles bloom
 
The evening draws
Arrival of guests
To feast on the roam
For the food we are blessed
 
Midnight approaches
Bedtime retire for all
As i look out my window
In awe at it all



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


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Pain

Pain is all I feel in my life, 
For example, like being cut with a knife.
Since I was born,
Pain is all that’s come to me.
I don’t understand,
So I ask just one question, Lord Why Me?
I’ve been hurt in many ways,
And no one cares they just want to get paid.
Why does money have to cause so much pain?
So much pain, that I cry more than it rains.
Pain is what my heart is mostly full of,
Cause no one cares, but the man above.


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Where I come from

11:50 AM  01 Oct. 2014

I come from the land of midnight dreams
Where nothing is exactly as it seems

Black is white and white is blue
A hat is a pot and a glove a shoe

The frogs have wings and fly high in the sky
And the clouds are ponds filled with fish beautiful to the eye

The horses run free and people pull the load
A prince when kissed turns into a toad

Where flowers sing
While church bells ring

Trees live on and never die
Where food comes free and the favorite is pie

Good is always good and evil is never found
Where the land has no fences because its all free ground

Where poems like this go on and on 
In everyday speak and everyday song


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She was Saved

You read in the papers You watch on the news Our soldiers are fighting As the killing accrues In the theatres of war We lose many lives In these wars of man Only death thrives But every so often There's a turn for the good A life is saved They couldn't do what they could The lives of a family Murdered by cowards Shot in cold blood Bullets they showered But from this tragedy A life was saved It's of a little girl And a soldier who braved A Chief Master Sergeant In the USAF Allows mans humanity To kindly show face This little girl who was saved Who was shot in the head He stayed by her side For she should have been dead To see pictures like this In the theatres of war Maybe it's understandable To see what we fight for An alleged soldier In wanton family wipe What takes a soldier To become their type My heart goes out To this little girl And all the other children Caught up in this war ridden world Written on the spur of the moment after receiving a picture from Sara Kendrick. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php


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Loneliness comes in blues

                                  Loneliness comes in blues
                                 Mood strikes serotonin falls
                                   Night is on snake venom
                                       Burning like coals.

                                           I am alone
                                           I am alone
                                       Where's my wife?
                                       Where's my son?
                                          Who cares?
                                    The world is on shares.

                                  Curtain of depression falls
                                     I am in rabbit whole
                                       Cutting my souls
                                    Neurons are in brawls
                                     On all my existence
                                  Scroll of depression rolls.




NOTE:
This is a true story. 2001. I suffered a bout of depression. I felt extreme loneliness. But this was a symptom of my disease. In fact my wife and my son did everything they could.  

Contest Name:	FACES OF LONELINESS 
Sponsor:	frank herrera
Poet: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
Form: Rhyme
Theme: Loneliness/Depression/Delusion
Date of composition : 19 Nov 2014


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with love

 
Once I touched the light I did It was so white I ran and hid You never warned me about life that it was like that You never told me about the rain or to wear a hat Wish upon a star they say in the bright of the dark Wish for the better part of a day in the wilds of a park Where a fountain of knowledge flows Where a sky of dots and of circles glows I had so much and it made me sad all that insignificant gold I had so much it made me happy all those friends to hold Sometimes I was cold and I swear I truly needed heat Sometimes I was hot and slept without even a sheet Once in a while I felt lost and confused Once in a while I was found and amused Tell me about the caterpillar about the butterfly Tell me that was a fairy I saw and not a made up lie Words were sworn but they were only floating bubbles Words were born and suddenly I played in puddles Each day from joy I cried Each day filled with love I tried


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The Clock

Life's clock never ceases to tick at all, 
God meanwhile is with you and me and walks with us all the way, 
We don't know when our clock will stop and we'll hear His call, 
So,let's enjoy life the best we can today and everyday 

You should treasure each day, and all the time that you hold,that you got, 
Appreciate Love and everything good you have now, you know, 
Because tomorrow, who's to know,who's to say,you may have it not, 
And all that you really own,it's only this precious time, here and now 

We are surrounded by all these clocks anywhere and everywhere, I see, 
We wear them, we carry them, we sleep and wake up with them, where we go, 
We're slaved by time and by all of them,we keep them in buildings, in our homes, don't you see? 
We buy them in silver,in gold,in every metal,style and name, we can't have enough of them I know, 

They organize our life, some are pretty and some aren't,some are quiet and some are loud,some are new, and some are very old, 
They give us time to plan ahead what we need to do everyday and 'time' is more precious than gold. 



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014


November,05,2014


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Memory

This is for you from me I hope you noticed its not that hard to see.
I thought you were perfect for me, but there are things that you are hiding from me.
I felt like I could fly.
But it was only one big lie.
I got a knife and I wonder when will I die.
It's like rain every drop is pain.
I always tell you how I feel.
Never kept no secrets and always kept it real.
I like art and I want to draw you one big heart.
It was beauty and kindness that I would see in front of me.
I cared about you before me, but I also got a crazy story.
Your beauty, your eyes came to me with lies.
Now I am frozen like ice.
Got nowhere to go, nothing to do, but remember that I always loved you.
I still have thoughts about you and the long talks that I had with you.


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Life's Race

Life's Race Written: by Tom Wright 9/8/98 Life, isn't like a relay, With participants off and on, Nor is it like a sprint or dash, But more of a marathon; Many start a race for Christ, But too soon tire and rest. While others, Spiritually out of shape, Will not put forth their best; In giving man His chosen, God accepts from man no less. For salvation is a know so thing, Not feelings or a guess. We must daily run, not tire or quit, When encountering one more hurdle. Life isn't start, sprint, and fade, But in finishing, Like the Turtle.


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Silenced by Anger

Silenced by anger,
I can’t believe my ears,
you told me that you loved me,
but the truth remains clear.

You lied to me, you selfish jerk,
and it is I, who must pay
for all the love and laughter,
that left me in a daze.

I can’t believe that I listened
to the words that you said.
The truth wasn’t missing,
it was dancing in my head.

You used to act like you loved me,
But I guess the angers fed.
So forgive me as I leave this place,
Selfish, cold, and dead.


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In the Light of the Moon

Many months we have waited Our time has finally come No more do we hide our feelings This evening is when they succumb As I await overlooking the bay We are graced by a moonlit night The ambiance abounds As I turn my eyes in delight She stands there in front of me Captured by the beam of the moon Her jewellery glistens brightly I desire to hold her soon Slowly in seductive dance Dressed in silky black Blending with her ebony locks Ones beauty shows no lack I'm lured by her hazel eyes Magnetic craving stare Gently she reveals her shoulder Peachy womanly bare Gravity swings a silver tassel Gracefully caressing her left breast Her torso beckons my eyes now I'm manly full of zest Heavenly charms now face me As she holds out her hand And places it against her bosom Our eyes in understand Her tongue tastes the air Asping scarlet lips My hands slide down her body Grasping shapely hips I pull her gently into me We touch, we kiss, we sigh In the light of the moon Down on our bed we lie Our hands in deliberate wander Caressing, touching delight Undulating as we join A loving moment so right Into our tomorrows we love Blending our humanly shapes Exchanging sensuous dominance Sharing each other we drape We awake in the morning Graced by a different light Celestial angels shine down on us A loving night our delight
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-14.php


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Every Day - Quintana

 
~Every Day~ (Quintana) Smile and pause for a moment today Breath in very deep all the fresh air Just smell all the roses on the way That you may see and find here and there Waste no time,do your best every day. Just don't take for granted anything Smell the coffee, relax and sit back Remember all that's kind, good again Enjoy nice view and get back on track Get in touch with God and the real you! Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2013 February.07.2015
Author's notes: 'Quintana' is a poetry style created in 2007, by poet and author Jack Huber.


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Perfect

Why stay in Oz, girl
Wishing for changes?
Turning your mirrors to books
So you can rewrite the pages

You’ve got a beautiful heart and mind, girl
Why look at the flaws?
I can’t even see the tin
Or the rust or the straw

I think your worst side is your best side, girl
Don’t throw all those little things away
I don’t want your 'out of date' style
Or your blemishes to change

So open your eyes, girl
And look in the mirror
You’re perfect to me
Couldn’t get any better


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All I Need Is You

Had a little too much to think
And no time to stop and drink
About troubles and toils
And unreachable spoils
And everything I ever wanted
But could never quite gain

So I should find something to hold
Before my hands get sold
Along with my dreams and intentions
And my honorable mentions
And all my stupid little rules
Against ever loving again

But if my hands can find nothing
 Will you be that something?
I’ll break my nature and rules
And turn these hands into tools
To build us everything we’d ever want
Though if I just had you I’d still be content


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Father I love You

7:42 AM  3 Nov 2014

Thank you Father for loving me
I remember at 4 you called me to the window to see

The universe above and the earth below
I sang out to the stars but to whom I did not know

Then day by day you guided me and I grew learning that it was you
With every dawn and every eve I am in aw of what you've done and do

Life and death every second comes and passes
Children see with wonder and old men buy glasses

Still searching and discovering the Love that is You
Every little life exist because of what you do

Every living soul seeks to be with You
But it is sad that not all see You they are blinded and see only what they want to

I am writing this in poem form to share how much I love You
The rhymes are repetitive but love repeats in You

I love You Father through it all 
When I'm bowed low and when I stand tall

You called me those many years ago
You are my life and what I truly know

Thank You dear Father for loving me through
And no matter the end I will always love You


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I Took Myself Walking

I took myself walking the other day,
not far from the city's decay

A small patch of solitude beckoned to me,
'til I came to take rest,by the old stump of a tree.

Sure I took myself walking and alone here I sit,
disgusted with life and close to a fit.

With face cupped in hands and eyes a-staring out straight,
I thought to myself, "What will be my fate?"

Self-pity had just about taken it's toll,
when that old stump piped up, with the voice of my soul.

"Look here young fella,what's got you so low?"
"Life's got me defeated', I said kinda slow.

"Life's got you defeated--just look what I've got,
a face charred by fire and a heart full of rot.

I've got critters chewing me inside and out,
and I'm darned close to dying,there is little doubt.


But am I discouraged?--not on your life.
I've served a good purpose, with my offspring and wife".

And looking around, what should I see,
but hundreds of saplings and another old tree.

"We've given the earth much more than we've taken,
if you do the same, you won't be forsaken.

Just go back and face life with it's ups and it's downs.
Back to your life in cities and towns.

But come back again, if you feel yourself slippin',
If more people went walking, there'd be less of them flippin'.

I


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Wish a Lovely Wish

Close your eyes and count to three
Wish a lovely wish and you will see
Sparkling dewdrops glistening of rain
Fields of flowers where tiny elves reign

Soaring gliding birds give rides for free
Chattering squirrels live in a willow tree
Gathering nuts for the long winter ahead
Scattering leaves to line their little beds

Twinkling teardrops light the sky at night
Dusting trails of diamonds glittering bright
Luminescent moon glowing in scholarly ease
Excellence of purity to be seen in the trees

Dancing angels carving beauty in all of life
Wending paths of love erasing life's strife
Close your eyes and count to three
Wish a lovely wish and you will see 





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Nature's Kiss~

Connecting with nature
Walking along I find peace…
Autumn leaves surround me
Crunching rhythms at my feet
I Step inside harmony ~

Brown leaves start swirling
A Tiny tornado forming
Admiringly…I stand glowing… 
A mighty wind blows off my hat
Quickly…I wonder …what was that?

As I hold onto my head
It blows away end over end
Nature playing games instead 
My gracious hat…ahead it blew
I ran after it fast and true~

Blown up against a Willow 
Floppy hat blocked indeed
Tiny raindrops starting to fall 
Cool drops kiss my cheek 
Nature’s spirits forever speak ~

                                          


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My dreams

9:41 AM  19 Oct 2014

My dreams so vivid in color and strange
Lifes memories recounted scrambled rearranged

Some are sad and make me cry
Some have no reason and I question why

Some are frightening and some are silly
Some are sensual and make me wonder really?

But then there are the mysterious dreams
That come true and become reality

Why was I allowed to know and see 
Things that would happen to others and me

The first one I remember was silly and fun
A friend at church put a ring in my pocket then turned to run

It happened exactly the way I had dreamed
Every detail was true to the scene

Others were not so exact
But contained some form of fact

That would come true not the next day
But some time later in some major way

How do we process these prophetic scenes
To help others from the warnings in our dreams

People have become so crazy these days
So full of lies that no attention is paid

And warnings all fall on deaf ears
Because of deceit from so many years


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Stranger in my Bed

Who is this man laying beside me?
You’re not my lover and I’m not your enemy
Searching and hoping for a familiar touch
Wanting and needing it just a little too much

Where is the man I married prior to this war?
I want him back entirely as I had him once before
They tell me he’s changed and it will never be
But loving him so much; I tend to disagree

Heroically fighting for our freedom abound
Risking his life for a cause to be unfound
Solitude and silence is one of his demands
And as for our family; we’re not under your command

Shelled and mortared each and every night
Not able to sleep for the fear of needing to fight
Hot, sweaty and exhausted; feeling all alone
Feeling as though you’re invincible; wanting to come home

Exploring and probing for the man you used to be
Trying to find similarities; trying to remember me
I’ve been with you this entire time; all the while you were gone
I never left your side my husband, even though you have withdrawn

What is it going to take for this stranger to up and leave?
How long must you isolate yourself, how long must we grieve?
Our children need you desperately as so do I
Don’t let them destroy you; don’t you dare die

Come home again my best-friend and thrust this stranger out
He’s been residing here too long and he’s reign is over no doubt
You’ve served this country honorably without any remorse
Now serve your family faithfully and let our marriage run its course

I will not give up and abandon you nor will I give in
You will fight for this family adamantly as you did so back then
I’m tired of sleeping alone with this stranger in our bed
I want that loving, caring man; I want my husband back instead


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Purpose for Living

In this old world of ours
with our 70 years normal span
we need life and hope
to be part of purposed plan

There's need for a hoped filled soul
looking on to everlasting life
having a certain hope ongoing
filling your life no matter the strife

Have peace in your heart
mixed with joyfulness divine
keep close to your master
then everything will be fine

Fill your life with good knowledge
read fine poetry always in rhyme
enjoy nature and the countryside
that's what's called a good time

Make sure you have true friends
ones that stick through thick anf thin
but most important of all
that Jesus saves you from your sin


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LOVING A MARRIED MAN

Ten thousand ravens flew behind the sun
Sharpened beaks on meteors
Preparing for the fun.
Inky eyes stark-glistening as back around they flew
Eagles were their servants
Hawks their second crew.
Ten thousand ravens
Blazed beneath the sea
Tucked away the ocean floor
To break the devil free.
The devil broke the surface
Stepped aboard his yacht
Put his phone on speed dial
To check the fool he caught.
Ten thousand ravens
Wasted on a fool
Like my love is wasted
On a man who plays by rules.

V. Anderson-Throop 2015©


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Watching Dreams Die

A wrong  path taken  a sudden curve in the road.
So you take  a fall over some false code.
Thrown in a cell.
Taking the blame for thoose secrets we never tell.

Concrete  walls cast shadows over sky. 
So many souls trapped watching dreams die.

You had a little baby now she's a cute little girl so you learn.
Years drag slowly as pinwheels turn.

No one plans on making  loved ones
cry.
In a place life does not exist.
You spend your time watching dreams die.

Was it the system or just a stupid mistake.
Long after the bars.
The guilt alone you will take.

You missed your mothers funeral but her 
 her heart died with you.
A letter informed a inmate his marriage
was threw.

You lost part of your life this you cannot 
deni.
Trapped behind bars watching dreams 
die.


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Love From Afar

Strange creature and my best friend.
The distance between us is great.
So why do we pretend.

You cross the street as I head to the bar
I'll drink to you my dear.
For if I cant hold you close.
I'll just love you from afar.

Like crumbs tossed to a pigeon from a delicate 
hand.
I'll wait like a fool.
For my heart is forever yours to command.

You say I cause pain when you remember the past.
Bitter tears erase the passion.
That sometimes isnt ment to last.

Sometimes it's easier to forget then remember 
who we are.
if it bothers you to keep me close.
Then I'll love you from afar.

Standing underneath your window in the pouring 
rain.
Times alone often i do reflect.
Love has a way of making the normal seem insane.

So very close never knowing who we truley are.
Taken from my heart.
left only to love  from afar.


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Time I Never Knew

There was a time long ago
which my mind cannot go
I was born that I know
what happened next it's a no no

These days and months afterwards
are all just a blank
there I was with no parents
just me myself with no rank

For these long six weeks
before adoption rescued me
if I knew my mindful state
it was most difficult to see

This period surely was hard
not knowing what life would come
everything was freely unknown
of what this lad's life would it become?

At six weeks of age adoption came
a couple wanted me as a son
despite my stammer with it's restrictions
life became a story yet to be done


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I Love You, I Think Of You

I love you.
(I think of you)

Under this cinnamon speckled summer sky I wonder,
why can't we be together, you and I?
(When the smell of patchouli drifts in the air. 
We hugged for the first time, that scent was there.)
I want to taste the licorice on your lips,
feel the flavor of your fingertips.
(It mixed between us along with the pheromones,
Silently caressing the air between our body moans.)

I think of you
(I love you)

With every tingle on my skin that rises with your name,
One touch from your heart and I was never the same.
(When the willow blows in the wind it's your words,
you stroke my soul and make me whole.)
A thousand tiny pin pricks of excitement collide,
Blushing from my cheeks and my smile I couldn't hide.
(I dream of you, drift on the high you take me,
you are my destination, my inspiration, my music.)

I Love You
(I think of you)


Tingles in my chest, exploding micro fireworks,
a parade of pixie dust sprinkles my skin, you make me feel.
(As the sand man sprinkles my night eyes closed.
Lights flash when in your arms I was posed.
(Pixels of a picture, no flesh to touch, that is you,
A mystery under the poetry, a shadow showing me nothing.)
Every night I think of my wants and my wishes,
A thousand more of your feel good kisses.
(I would reach my arms around you, a give you my heart,
For all the ways you make me feel, even though we're apart.)

I think of you
(I love you)

In the hours of the day that torture my wake,
Waiting for a moment with you I can take.
(and it drowns me in misery when the curtains close on another day.
and it buries my heart is history when you have nothing left to say.)
The drum of my heart beats melancholy,
All the times that you are not with me.
(and it suffocates my sanity when your poetry is left unsaid,
and it stabs my heart a thousand times when I sleep in this cold bed.)


(I think of you and think how lucky I was to have the chance
to be a part of your history and a partner to your dance.)

I love you
can't you see it on the screen.
I LOVE YOU.
but still I remain unseen


For Contest: Intermingle
Poet: Casarah Nance
Featured Poems: I Love You because I'm Just That Crazy & I Think of You.


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We danced in that moment

8:10 AM  06 oct 2014


Lean on me such a beautiful song
Holding her in my arms so long

So long was the moment, only and minute or two
Hearts embraced and souls entwined as lovers tend to do

We were lost and together nothing else really mattered
Our lives all at once in that place was gathered

Singing softly in her ear 
Holding her heart so dear

I feel emotion overpowering reality as we drift away
So precious a moment just a speck in one day

A diamond with a heart of gold rare and precious one of a kind
Would be bliss to live just in that moment and to the rest of the world be blind

We held each other and cried as we danced in that moment.


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Only I Remain

I watched the sun fade from the skies
I watched the moon blocked by your lies
Because of you, love fades from my life
That what is left doesn’t feel so right
As fingernails turn black with your hate
My soul realised that it’s far too late

Inside my mind, my love still sleeps
Inside my mind my love still weeps
I cannot find that love inside

Like clouds at night, you dim my mind
Light turned to black, life hard to find
Deceive and delay always your way
But karma will catch you out some day
From now until the last sands of time
Your fate will hunt you for you crime

Inside my mind, my love still sleeps
Inside my mind my love still weeps
I cannot find that love inside

But I have no regrets, I get no cold sweats
I’ve cleared all debts and your heated threats
Like the lifted weight of the sands of fate
I realise now, you were never my soul mate
As I rise once again from shadow and chain
I’ve passed through my fears and only I remain

Inside my mind, my love still sleeps
Inside my mind my love still weeps
I cannot find that love inside


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Some Place I Dont Belong

Isn't it strange?
How with time are feelings we 
rearange.

When you've taken the time yet it seems they havent
finished the song.
When you've found yourself some place 
you dont belong.

So far from that which you were.
So burnt out from life it all seem's 
a blur.

Old stories.
shared memories of forgotten glory.
Am I just a loser to ignorant  to admit
when he's wrong 
have I woke from a well ment  
dream.
to find myself some place I  dont 
belong.

Some place were even the water is as harsh as whiskey.
gone so far I question does anyone miss me.

I wonder have I burnt thoose briges beyond 
repair.
as i question have I become
to jaded to care.

So beaten by life  it's a losing battle to appear   strong.
Life it seems has left me some place I dont  
belong.


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HaPPy BuBBle

My thoughts may get me into trouble,
I surround them with a happy bubble.

It is cotton candy pink and smells like rain,
It's surrounded by love and blocks out my pain.

When emotions come at me double,
I slip away to soak in my happy bubble.

Strawberries and wine are served with flair,
And I am so thrilled that I am there.

At times my life is as coarse as stubble,
So I smooth my edges in my happy bubble.

I have all I ever need inside my space,
For in solitude is my resting place.

Escape life that crumbles on me like rubble,
I lock myself inside my happy bubble



Date: February 17, 2014

*Forget your worries come on get happy,
Leave your troubles at the door*


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Knocking Down Towers

A toddler builds a tower
Then he knocks it down with glee
And every time the fun’s the same;
That is a guarantee.

This type of play’s preparing him
For what he’ll face in life – 
The highs and lows, the joy and pain,
The beauty and the strife.

The trick is to retain, with age,
The child’s determined view
That once his effort’s tumbled down,
It can be built anew.

But even if we can retain
That optimistic slant,
To laugh when things all fall apart
Is something we just can’t.


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Search Party

I was almost through counting sheep,
When I heard the police scanner beep.
The telephone rang and CB radio spoke,
In an adrenaline state I awoke.

Calling volunteers, search party rescue,
Instantaneously I knew what to do.
Hand held radios, flashlights and first aid,
I've practiced these preparations I've made.

On location, we received command,
Step by step and be ready to lend a hand.
We were told her name was AyLeigh, 
She was missing from home, she was three.

The woods stretched from miles and miles,
We would cover the state land like kitchen tiles.
Piece by piece until we located the child.
My heart shivered while thoughts compiled.

No details, only demands, as we walked.
Rumors we none, for no one talked.
I've trained for this but never knew,
if I found this child, would I know what to do?

Searching high and low all the while knowing,
Her fear must be as mine, constantly growing.
And being at home with a sitter, my three year old waits,
What if this was her, suffering in a lost state.

Choking back vomit from a twisted gut reaction.
I need to stay focused, grounded by traction.
"Leigh, Leigh" echoed through trees in surround sound.
Eyes dart up the tangles trees and back to the ground.

The radio crackled, codes I couldn't decipher,
Did that mean that these rescuers found her?
Keep charting the territory with no success.
I could see her in my mind, innocent in a white dress.

Hours of walking felt like days in the unknown.
We all felt despair, we were together and alone.
Called off for the night we were sent home to see
All the details unfolding from the news on tv.

Days went by and the mystery remained unsolved.
The hope of little AyLeigh being alive dissolved.
Suspecting the parents who a week ago cried,
Crocodile tears because the parents both lied.

Under the deck in a shallow grave the body slept,
Under the falsity of innocence the murderers wept.

To look at the full puzzle, a piece was I that fit,
In a life that is never ending, there is no way to quit.
We are all in this together, whatever story is wrote.
Where ever our sails lead us, we are sailing in the same boat.
Give with a caring heart, time is a precious commodity, 
But volunteering is a way to be part of your community.


february 9, 2015


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Cross That Bridge

Bridges, ridges… cliffs and ifs…
How to know which road to go?
Are there signposts apropos,
Guiding landmarks that will show
Each and every threat there?
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…

Do I trust my eyes to see?
Where’s the gateway, what’s the key
To unlock the deepest me?
Although I’m not yet there…
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…

All’s uncertain, dark, obscure.
Dangers always lie ahead.
But whose future’s ever sure?
I would live, before I’m dead.

Let me venture forth and dare—
Walk the walk, and climb the stair—
Seek a wisdom world aware…
Will my fate be met there?
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…



~ Harley White


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Don't Be Afraid

Forever is just a state of mind
True happiness is yours to find
Reach out for life. Bathe in the stream
Don't be afraid to dream.

You will face Hell and feel distress
Emotions swell. Do not suppress
When it seems too heavy and you wonder why
Don't be afraid to cry.

Go after all you desire
In your soul, create a fire
Give all that you can give
Don't be afraid to live.

Material things will come to an end
Into the spirit we will descend
Give Glory to our God on High
Don't be afraid to die.

Don't be afraid to dream
Don't be afraid to cry
Don't be afraid to live
Don't be afraid to die.

        Of all the enemies and difficulties we face in life, fear is the greatest.


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Balance on the Vortex

Upon the nuclear metropolis, 
the very navel of the soul;
there lies the balance between what exists
outside the axis of control.

An understanding that transcends
between the virtues and the flaws
combined, condensed at either end 
with all the weight that each have wrought

A pivot between Time and Change
on coiled point beneath the plane 
where Chance and Choice are both arranged
and mingled products are contained.

The vortex draws a Life in steady grade
with every trial and result.
The constant whorl becomes crusade
and when it's balanced naught can halt.

The plane may teeter, it may shift
and alter rhythmic atmospheres 
and life might stall upon the pith
or race the corkscrew track of years. 

And in the helix of maturity
once equilibrium has been engaged 
the spiral spin up through eternity
can not be ceased by fragile age.

With poise maintained when crisis knocks
and accord within every spiral breath;
a balance is redeemed when scales might rock
between the points of Life and Death.


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Kiss me deeply

5:18 PM  29 sept 2014

Kiss me deeply through my body to soul
Bond with me and make me whole

In life I've wandered lost and alone
I feel now that I've found my home

Gazing through your windows into your home
I see you so kind so beautiful, your heart all aglow

I see my name written deep within
I hear your longing cry " oh where have you been"

Our bodies hold tight our hearts catch fire
Soul to soul we are one desire

To live and grow to die and be free
I with you and you with me


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Just A Junkie

If in time
you should divine
that bees are fat
and owls are brown
then you will know
as do I
time will go
slow
so .... slow.

And if in time 
you should find
that veins are thin
and blood is brown
slow down
slow down.

Then, a time
life's curtain
came crashing ...
and I'm certain
you're asking, 
Why?

..... so am I


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Scammers on Soup

9:28 AM  30 Oct 2014


Scammers here scammers there
They'll take what you have down to your underwear

They send you letters short and sweet
With a promise of riches or a love to meet

A sad sad story they weave in their web
To skirt your defenses and get into your head

Beware these sugar coated thieves
They have fake arms in their sleeves

While you are dazzled by the fakes
The real ones out of your pockets money they take

So beware my kindred Souls
Report and block these stinking trolls


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Exceptions

Exceptions disregard the rules
Like neither’s “i” and “e”
Or smokers who refuse to quit
And live to ninety-three.

Cops who park illegally
As if they were allowed
And those who pass the velvet ropes
That won’t admit the crowd.

Parents who refuse vaccines
For reasons none too clear
And A-list folk for whom a table
Seems to just appear.

There’s an expectation that 
From rules, some will depart;
Exceptions, though, remind us that
What’s fair plays little part.


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The Memory Box

Beneath this table sits a box
It’s scruffy, thin and battered.
 A cardboard box of memories
Of days that really mattered.

Confetti from my wedding day
A drawing by my mother
The shoes that took my son to school.
A photo of my brother

A tattered book of rhyming verse
My dad’s infatuation.
A silken flower, grandma’s ball
A golden celebration.

A pipe my granddad carved with love
A boyhood skill he cherished.
His baccy tin is scratched and bare
Its precious contents perished.

A tarnished ring with stones of paste.
My sister’s finest treasure
A suitor's gift, now black with age
Of value without measure.

This box hold moments lost in time
We add things when we’re able
A memory from everyone
Who’s sat around this table.


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I STAND TALL LIKE A BAMBOO TREE


I stand tall like a bamboo tree,
Strong winds make my body to sway,
Storm makes me blown away,
But I still stand like a bamboo tree.

Trials, problems that I faced everyday,
I have the strength to pursue it anyway,
The dreams that I have in mind,
Though it’s simple but it's one of a kind.

Insults, negative people may put me down,
On my head, I still have my precious  crown,
God gave me the courage to be strong,
Like a bamboo tree it sways bravely.

I stand tall and firm with my decision, 
To be successful because of my determination,
No one can destroy my aim in life, I tell you my friend,
Like a bamboo tree I survived, I can till the end.




September 16, 2012
5th Place
For Nathan's "Any Poem #3" Contest


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I Spit Fire

Ride me not I am a dreamer not a beamer/
I am more than gimmicks in these linguistic lyrics/
Check out my Bio sprinkled with lyrical Bios/

I got shot for walking like a thug in my poetry/
Igniting punch lines on poetic engines my mind elevated up tall over skyscrapers/
My footsteps curse robbers mesmerized bold gestures of counterfeit dreamers/ 
 
Rhyming on street headaches pinching gory dreams and views/  
On a trip to success I did get raided mistaken for future paychecks/  
I am a dreamer stripping brains naked until secrets are secretly exposed and noted/ 
    
Unlike your rules my poetry is barbecued bubble wrapped in lawbreaking clues/  
My tongue ejects ammunitions roasting ears with lyrical T-bone steaks serving pothole brains/
Everyone loves free verses donated to squeaky voices/

I spit flames spooky bloody shame against fame chasers on lame marathon street names/
I stole shows in dreamy rap-pose prose poems in slam-pose yes i got popped/    
So I flap my gums while trash talking with my fingers in sign language rhymes/
I own self edification not a gun why infiltration in my poetry/   


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Beaten not Forgotten

BEATEN NOT FORGOTTEN
 
Tired of facing reality!
My life is tied and beaten to a pole, like the color black.
Facing life with no possibility.
Facing life's judgment with a brutal attack.
A slave to my own grave, avoiding my sensuality.
Taking a life beat that felt like a whip on my back
I found a way to disowned my responsibility,
Finally, I found that runaway track.
Forgetting who I am, I only feel the flaws of my abnormality.
Finding comfort in a noose, suffocating my own air sac.
Tired of living a life of my own self-brutality.
Falling from a tall tree onto a crack.
In hell, I found myself, to his captivity.
Ending my course, to join another Scat full of piled pack.

Only in hell, they see me as ~ Beaten but never forgotten soul.
At least that is how my story will unfold.
 
~ S ~


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Sickness in my Soul

 I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
 
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
 But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
 
 I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
 
But if I hide it how can it be healed
 How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
 
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
 
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
 
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
 Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
 
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
 
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
 
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
 
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
 
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth


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M O T H E R =(contest)=

        (MOTHER) 

For you I sing on this day
For you have shown me love, each and every way
I am yours and you are mine
I respect your love  until the end of time
With a mother like you, my life will always shine

Finding sun when there is rain
You are there to guide me in my pain
Lifting my heart when I am sad
Holding me when I am crying too
You are there when things get bad
Always doing what is true
When I say things to hurt you, or get you mad
I am sorry to have disappointed you 
like the times i got upset and started to fight
How about the times I tell you that your wrong
Never giving up on me, always showing me love 
Always waking up to a good morning kiss,
Than you always bless my goodnight kiss,
In those moments my life is where it belongs
For those reason to me you will always be right

Mother, I love everything you do

Like when you cook  for me
You also showed me how to tie my shoe
All those times I made you yell, or did not do things your way
You always found ways to make things  well
Always having the perfect thing to say

With a mother like you, I ask my self everyday
Are we a gift to you, from heaven above
Or, are you a gift to us, with lots and lots of love

Mother, I do not want to see you mad or sad 
You deserve to be treated special, from the day of birth
You deserve one more extra day besides your birthday 
Mother, you always know what to say
Mother, you deserve every thing your way
Mother, for you I will always pray
Mother to you I give all my heart
Mother not even your death tore us apart
Mother you are still in my soul no matter if we are apart

Mother I will never change you for another
This poem is just for you mother
Mother for you I praise your special day

HAPPY  HAPPY  MOTHERS  DAY

  (TO MY MOTHER WHO IS STILL WATCHING OVER ME)
                 ( I  WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS  17 )
          



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Each Precious Moment

Every moment of life has meaning divine
Craft them with love, cherish your time
Remember the past but don't dwell within
for it is here, it is now that joy begins.
There is truth, there is balance in all that we see
from things left unsaid to leaves on a tree.
Let gentle soft rivers flow through your mind.
Treasure each heartbeat, try to be kind.
Be truthful and honest in all that you do.
Pain caused to others one day returns to you.
Tree branches bend from the wind blowing.
Actions have effects, ours seldom knowing.
Reach for the sunlight, enjoy the view.
Love freely given, each second is new.
The soul is a vessel, true love it can make.
In each precious moment, give more than you take.
Single moments in time can shape history.
Create happiness or cause misery.
A morsel of food to a mouth full of hunger
Lives lived with regret, wish to be younger.
Each moment that passes cannot be returned.
Move forward, live fully with all that you've learned.
Time before us, blank canvas to paint
That which is past becomes cloudy and faint.
Life is now. Life is here.
Live, love and laugh, hold it so dear.


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Community

Community, what does it mean
And how does it come into being
Well what does the dictionary have to say
“A group of people living together in one place”

I guess that means were all in community
Though if I were to speak in honesty
It feels like we try to live separately
 Living by the culture of our country

Which tells us, do it yourself
 If your strong, you don’t ask for help
Life is about personal advancement
About money and accomplishments
Hold onto your hardships and pain
Keep striving for personal gain
So many lies deeply engrained
How will we create change?

Well I start with myself
I ask for help
I start with me
I be the change I want to see

I become an infectious contagion
In all of my relations
That could spread across a population
Even across the nations
 
I model my life after the master of love
Who dwells in the heavens above
He has brought millions even billions together
Over decades, centuries, even millenniums
So what else could be better
Than to faithfully follow him

He who said, I was anointed 
to proclaim good news to the poor
 to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free”

and I say yeah that’s who I want to be
But unless I engage in community
Unless I get to know my fellow human beings
How can I help to set them free

So its time for me to put aside
Popular culture, foolish pride
Social codes, selfish ambitions
Old roads, and useless traditions

And blaze a brand new trail 
With my life, write a new tale
Introduce a new theme
Add in a few more characters
And then dare to dream
About how my story could impact theirs
And their’s impact mine

Because maybe just, maybe
It might be better, might just be
Not to say, I did it on my own
All this, look I did it alone
No maybe it would be better
If we did it together

So that no matter what my lot
I can always know that I’ve got
 Friends, right until the very end 
Help, ready to be sent
Hands willing to be lent
So what need would I have for advancement
For money and accomplishment

I can find all that I need
Everything I seek from this life, 
In relationship with fellow human beings
Community, Maybe this is what it means


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Race Against Time

A race against time.

I can not enjoy my days.
They are not long enough, for the things I want to do.
I simply come and go.
Stay long, I can not. 
Like a relationship that comes and goes.
My life has no stop.
Ending up in places no one knows.
Over the edge, over the top.

I look at the time .
It flies by fast.
Where has my day gone?
In the morning I am sipping on coffee.
Now I am in bed, my day is done.

Minutes pass me by quickly.
Not giving me time to breath.
One day I was 23 years old.
The next day I turned 35,  asking where did all the time go?
I am not getting young.
When is this going to stop?
It all started when my life begun.
Will it end the day I drop.
Like the milk that spills from a cup.
A race against time
Should I just give up?
         I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
3-31-10


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I Wish You'd Grow Faster

"Boy! We're gonna be the best of friends! Lying here, I watch you sleeping, I sure hope that this will not be a trend 'Cause when we play ball,the goal you'll be keeping Since Mommy told me you would be coming I've been waiting for a very long time Now each day I see how much you're growing Imagine the joy of knowing you're here and are mine! From the first moment you arrived home I've noticed when you sleep, time goes pretty slow And sometimes, you seem to sleep just like a stone! But that's ok! Mommy says sleeping makes you grow I smile as I imagine the two of us at play And picture in my mind the many things we'd learn We'll pet horses at the zoo and feed them hay Come Christmas we'll buy gifts with money we'll earn I love you, my 'lil brother, Lucas I wish you'd hurry up and grow Yes, we will be causing some rocus I'll teach you all you need to know!" ~*~
By Annalise 04/29/11 FOR: Miranda Lambert's "Brotherly Love" Contest (Inspired by photo of Logan as he watches his baby brother, Lucas sleeping)


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A Palindrome Tale

A Palindrome Tale

I’ve got a tale to tell you of travel, love and lust
The travel, it was joyful, my love life was a bust
I met a girl in Tulsa, next day my diary read
A slut nixes sex in Tulsa; “Dammit, I’m mad” I said
So I went off to Europe to see the Mona Lisa
I thought it was in Italy; but as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
A Delia saw I was ailed; I’m a fool; aloof am I
When she offered me spaghetti, I said “I prefer pi”
And then I found Naomi – Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? I can not lie.  I headed back to home
And then I met this Madam; as mad as Adam, she
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live; God saw I was dog tired
Live not on evil they did say; Then my luck expired
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison where I dwelt
Ned, I am a maiden; not a banana baton had I felt

Mdailey	3/31/12

A slut nixes sex in Tulsa; 
Dammit, I’m mad 
as I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Delia saw I was ailed 
I’m a fool; aloof am I
I prefer pi
Naomi did I moan?
I did, did I? 
mad as Adam
Evil did I dwell, lewd I did live
God saw I was  dog
Live not on evil 
Revered now, I live on. O did I do no evil I wonder ever
No sir, panic is a basic in a prison 
Ned, I am a maiden
not a banana baton 





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The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,
Amen!


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Honorable Mention

On entering this contest I have to admit
The fame it will bring me when I push "submit"
Is all that I'm after -  my name in bright lights
The kind of attention I earned with my writes.

I used to get noticed for walking in late
To school, then to jobs, and even for dates
My family picked up on my one loud defect
And thought they could fix me - no disrespect.

They told me that dinner would be served at five
When seven was really the time to arrive
Two hours they gave me to help cure the curse
But of course I found out and the problem got worse.

Right now I'm supposed to be cleaning my room
Instead, I am writing, ignoring the broom
My shrink says that tardiness is a cry for attention
I'll clean my room later for an honorable mention.


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The River

Before the weary pilgrim, flowed a river fair and wide
The way was filled with danger,  he couldn't cross the other side;
So the pilgrim sought another to be his expert guide
With a boat that could take him through the surging tide.

The sailor man was strong and he steered the boat so well
Or did the river bear the boat?  It was so hard to tell;
The sailor told the pilgrim of the signs that he might seek
Of the secrets of the river and the message it would speak.

Then the pilgrim felt the peace so he listened and he heard
The murmer of the river and sighs of whispered word;
He heard the river laugh and then he heard it cry
And the pilgrim heard the message as sad tears filled his eye.

He heard the drums of war in the torrent of the rain
And the awful cries of anguish that he never could explain;
Was there a reason for the crossing, or where the river ran
Was there another reason for the journey of this man?

He heard the sounds of death, he heard the sounds of mirth
But nothing that he heard gave tribute to the earth;
The sounds were fused together till they reached a common goal
And the quiver of his heartbeat found a cadence in his soul.

The river lost its birthplace and embraced the open sea
And the pilgrim gave his thanks on reverent bended knee
He opened up his eyes as the sunrise slowly died
But the sailor man had gone and the boat rocked on the tide.

The river filled his veins till the two at last were one
While the tide rolled on forever and earth went round the sun;
The pilgrim was the river and the boat and sailor man
Were the journey of the song, the singing river sang.




This is my adaptation of "The Ferryman" by Herman Hesse


 


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Silently She Weeps

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.

Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.

1/1/2013


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The Poet Trochee

A poet beams his spotlight
On words dark and light.
It’s for us to decipher
Words seen through his sight.

He knows dangers in this world
Always will exist.
Instead of swords, he wields words
Giving us his best.




**This poem was written in Andrea Dietrich's wonderful invented 
poetry form The 7/5 Trochee with Rhyme Scheme a/b/c/b**



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My Three Wishes

If I were to be granted three wishes today.
     I'd wish for a mind that would stay clear always.

I'd wish that in the beginning, man had not sinned.
     So that the world wouldn't be in all the trouble it's in.

I'd wish for some toys, so that we could all play.
     And be happy and carefree, together always.

So if these three wishes could possibly come true.
     Then living would be wonderful and we'd never be blue.


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The Truck Graveyard

Across the road from new truck sales
Lay a yard filld with trucks that died
These vehicles' voice offer tales
Once on them a trucker relied

They thought that he would be companion
Their eternal guide protect them
He  took one to the Grand Canyon
He was truck's  total brain stem

Made the decisions for each day
This truck didn't object just follow
Whichever way trucker would stray
Even if where lay Capistrano Swallow

Then one day the truck's tires went flat
Soon in this graveyard this truck lies
Trucker lost his favorite hat 
Old trucker no longer truck guides


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THE GIFT

Dear freinds, poetry soupers!

So sorry I've not been around lately for I have a message to the world, THE GIFT! I now am presenting a TV show called Mind, Body and Sol here in Spain. I have also started my second book, my poems will be posted! love you all!!!!
                                                       

THE GIFT is the answer of a bright new dawn

The law of attraction in poetry form

These poems guide you to a life of success 

They are simple instructions, one can easily digest

I live by the law and my life is so sweet

I would love to share this inspirational treat

What I think about I bring about, It's incredibly true 

It's all in the THE GIFT about dreams that come true

We all need hope, and now is the time

The key to success, a changing of minds

When you take this on trust, what you are about to read

It will show you how, in life to succeed.

The theory has been around for thousands of years

But been kept a secret, so it appears

Now it’s out, of this there is no doubt

I would like to tell you what it’s all about.

What you are thinking, and how you feel

Is creating your future, It's called the law of attraction

And on this subject, I have been very well tutored

Life seems to be full of highs and lows

We all need a shield for the knocks and the blows

Controlled thoughts, and controlled feelings

Will grant you your wishes, and all you are dreaming.

Nothing comes easy, like learning to drive

But when you have mastered it well, your spirits alive

Nothing can stop you; you're well on your way

Confidence takes over, it’s a brighter day

The same on this subject, in which that I write

For when you have mastered the concept

Your goals are in sight, you become what you think about

Sounds crazy but true, It's all in the poems

Written solely for you.

Read the rhymes, over and over

THE GIFT will be your 4 leaf clover

We all have the power, we all can succeed

Enjoy the poems

TAKE IN WHAT YOU READ!!!!!!!!


Thegiftifonlyyouknew.com
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The Rhythm of One

Love is not love if only in books and songs
In romantic movies and poems it belongs
It is life itself; an experience we share
A personal history of concern, commitment and care

Love is a voice that will soothe and caress
A heart that is uneasy, a mind in distress
It is a look that says, "I'm here, I know life isn't fair.
 Pour out your troubles, I'll listen, I'll always be there."

Love is a smile, on both the lips and the eye
A suggestive twinkle and a warm good-bye
It is a message that needs no gesture or voice
Yet, in that twinkle it says, "In your company, I rejoice."

Love is the soft touch of one hand in the other
The gentle massage of one heart by another
That occurs when those fingers do gently squeeze
And say, "As long as we are together, life will be a breeze."

Love is not love if only in an expensive jewel or gift
Can it offer us comforts, our flagging spirits lift
Love is life itself, the acts that are done
When two hearts celebrate with the rhythm of one.


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Dream, And Dream, And Dream

I'll Dream

. And Dream

. . And Dream

I'll dream until my soul awakes, And it's time for youth to part I'll dream until my passion breaks, And this child's abandoned heart I'll dream a lost and former friend, The innocence I've held to tight Before the colors blur, and blend, I'll dream of who I was tonight Before my tears drip down, and dry, I'll dream with colors pure and gold Before the innocence inside me dies, And childhood is hardened cold I'll dream as if absorbed in youth, Illusion moonlight show'ring light Blind to pain and awful truth, I'll dream of who I was tonight.
10/6/2011 "Dreams"


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Painstaking Views

A child's view:

"Why did you leave us dear mom and dad?"
"Did we do something to make you mad?"

Tears on our faces, as we see you drive away.
"Please come back, we'll be good everyday!"

Our foster mother hates us, we don't know why.
Maybe she hits us, because all we do is cry.

My sister tries to protect me, but she gets beat instead.
It's hard not to hate her, she raps her knuckles on our heads.

But I'm just 3, my sister barely six.
We don't know what happened...how do we fix?

"Where are our brothers? We miss them so!"
"How can you love us and just let us all go?"



An adult's view:

Scars of abandonment haunt our souls.
Self confidence battered and full of holes.

Hate and resentment learned so young.
Our spirits crushed, our sorrows unsung.

Trusting of others is extremely hard.
Self protecting.......eternally on guard.

Escaping the past, we run away.
Coping mechanisms always in play.

Failed relationships in abundance.
Struggling against all compliance.

Memories buried in recesses of the mind.
Lessened only by the passage of time.


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Me,me,Me

Dark skin,brown eyes,broad nose,
Handsome,from head to toes,
Very fashionable,wearing the latest cloths,
Full of vibes,got crazy flows,
Photogenic,see my album,crazy pose,
Not average,rated among the pros,
Love by many,feared by my foes,
Cherished by the ladies,not bragging,God knows,
Love my kids,very dear to me,
Love my life,very clear to me,
Positive thoughts I give to thee,
A better world I would like to see,
If that's not what you want,let me be,
Enjoying my life,in the arms of the Almighty....


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PLUTO'S TREASURE

Golden objects are most outstanding,

But without loving, they are missing flavor.

But let’s not forget stunning silver,

That the maid often loves to savor.

And brilliant copper, with its rosy sheen,

That every craftsman should well know.

But cold iron, as Kipling likes to say,

From all of these, takes the show.

Not mentioned yet, but not to be overlooked,

Is platinum, our bright and lustrous pal.

Thought to be impure for thousands of years,

But now more valuable than them all.


    


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Knowing Kelly

The name Kelly means "bright-headed",
according to the internet.
A fine attribute that doesn't quite describe me yet
because, you see, I could not go to college
and be properly taught.
I came from a poor background
where a good education could not be bought.
So, I have no choice but to write from the heart,
it's not perfect, but it is my form of art.

My first name is Irish, though my ancestry is German.
Just to make sure, I looked it up on Wikipedia.
I am shy, so you're not likely to find me
on any form of social media.
I am very careful when I choose a friend,
they have to be someone who I can trust and depend.
My friends know that I'm loyal, and when I listen, I hear.
I will always be there for them, 
through every smile and tear.

When I'm not writing my hobby is photography,
which inspires new words from the beauty I see.
Often you will find me reading alone in my room
with classic rock music turned up on high volume,
or watching an old movie filmed in black and white
whether it be a comedy or a thrilling, silent fright.

I am no one's wife and no child's mother,
and I never had anyone to call a sister or a brother.
I was a lonely, only child, and I am still,
an empty shell that only poetry or love can fill.
I work at a factory job on the graveyard shift,
being a true night owl causes my mind to dream and drift.

My middle name is Robin, which means "bright-fame"
though, I am not here just to play the fortune game.
I am known to be sweet in the comments that I write,
yet, my poems can be sad and as dark as the night.
I guess this makes me a mystery to many of you
but, really read me and you will discover the clue.







Written by: Kelly Deschler
SKAT's Keep It Real Contest




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My Purse

If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse,
one that held what was needed, but not monies curse.
One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty,
so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty.

A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day,
to pass out to those in need, I met along the way.
I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft.
Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft.

I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars.
Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more.
I would go to Washington, there I would invest,
two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best.

Charity, I would share, with those who live large.
Help them to give some away, so no one need starve.
I could change so many things and alter many lives.
But, I could also do harm and make so many cry.

As it is so easy, to think one self's above,
to take control of lives, forgetting about love.
So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble.
So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble


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Mine Eyes Lied

Looking out the kitchen window
What is that mine eyes see
Pale Pink Running Rosebud looking at me
Let me look close at a miracle spied
Oh! White bleached dead leaf 
How mine eyes have lied


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A STEP HALF MADE

As lightening shone and thunder blew
I danced the dance that dancers do

They danced it back and asked if I
Would mind them dancing through the night

I thought no harm could come of this
Besides, such company I’ve missed

Thus, on we danced so unaware
That torrent rains beyond compare

Fell down in floods on higher ground
And like a wall came crashing down

Then somewhere in a step half made
The dance I danced was washed away

Now all that’s left for you to see:
Remains of the catastrophe

Oh, hopefully from this you’ll know
Don’t ever dance when thunder blows


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A Tribute to Golda

A Tribute to Golda

It was a clear and bright sun shining morning in May.
As I came out my front door into the breezeway,
I saw coming toward me an enormous gray dog with eyes of pure gold,
The most exquisitely beautiful canine one could ever behold,
With a calm gentle presence and peaceful demeanor;
The look in his brilliant gold eyes assured I had nothing to fear.

It was love at first sight and I hoped he would stay.
Never mind the impediments; I’d find a way.
My toddler son climbed on him like they’d grown up together,
As I seriously pondered the prospect of whether…
Absolutely not, said my husband, a cat man, 
And nixed the idea before it began.

Weeks later, a litter box and cat food mysteriously appeared
On the sidewalk, out of nowhere; we thought it quite weird.
With the next morning’s sunrise, we figured it out.
The same coat of gray and gold eyes left no doubt;
The same being who before as a dog had been spurned,
In a more acceptable form and presence had now returned.

Bounding out of the bushes with a commanding meow,
A little gray, gold-eyed kitten my husband had to allow.
In her life as a cat and formerly a dog,
She was my brave and wise Golda who would go on to log
More than one rescue of our subsequent pets.
In defending attack, this courageous gray, gold-eyed feline was as fierce as it gets.


Note: Golda saved the life of my Chow-Chow puppy when she was attacked by a big dog that
came at her from across the street. Golda came out of nowhere with claws out, sending the
dog scurrying with his tail between his legs. Another time she rescued our little Siamese
youngster, Meowli, from the neighbors' dogs by jumping on their head while Meowli ran for
cover. Golda stayed with me for 12 years, longer than the husband cited in the poem, and
then when her time and her work was done, she just disappeared pretty much as she had
appeared. She was a beautiful, long haired all gray Persian with brilliant gold eyes. When not
rescuing other animals, she had the same calm, gentle and peaceful demeanor as the dog who
showed up that morning and left when he knew he was not welcome to stay.

7th place winner in ~Somewhere A Pet Is Waiting Contest~ sponsored by ~A Rambling Poet~


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Dr Seuss-style-Mister Obama PleaseTax The Rich Man

Dr. Seuss-style-Mister Obama Please Tax The Rich Man!


Mister Obama please tax the rich man!
The cost's are up.
The pay is down.
Tax.
TAX!
All over town.
There is tax on GAS!
There is tax on tan.
Mister Obama please tax the rich man.
There is tax on CARS.
There is tax on trees.
There is tax on our food.
No
More tax.
Please!
We can't pay.
There is tax
On LAND.
ROCKS, DIRT, SAND
There is tax.
There is tax
This I know
On tobacco, too.
But tax, tax, TAX!
The rich do, do, DO!
Mister Obama
Please tax the
Rich man!
There is tax on pills.
There is tax on HEALTH.
There is tax on insurance
Just for wealth.
Just for wealth
There is tax
On telecom.
And on low tech
And CD-ROM.
Mister Obama
Change the queue.
Tax the rich man.
Just do, do, DO!
Now start this show!
Please Mister O.!
There's even tax on electricity.
There is tax on our dog...
Ducks and hog.
There is tax on our water
And imbibements we drink.
There is tax on our underwear
...and clothes.
Middle class has floundered.
It shows!
Mister Obama!
Tax the rich man.
Mister Obama!
Please tax the
Rich man!
It's time
For
No 
More
Drama!
Tax the rich man
Please...
Mister Obama.

deborah burch©
4/30/2012


Book: "Marvin K. Mooney will you please go now!" by Dr. Seuss






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I am the Shell of a POET

I am the Shell of a POET, Gazing upon my Last Sunset : Dancing with Death
The Shell of a POET, absorbed in Nature: inhaling whispers with my last breath
I cloak myself  in HER Tapestry : Azure Blue painted Lovingly; with Life Rose Pink
I sleep in sweet hues of colors as the Serenity of Sunset draws me nigh; I Think
I see the Darkness envelope me as Venus "The Evening Star" Blinks a Loving Wink
As the cricket hums of Glory as a sky of ebony descends upon My Dark Memories
As the night becomes Alive the Reborn "Shell" Reads the History of his Destinies
Mesmerized by the Autroscities, by the pain and sorrows of Mankinds sordid Past
Tears of Humility flow the contours of my cheek as  Autroscities of a distant Past 
Immortalized by My Cold and Blacken Heart, Forgotten are the Memories of Lenore
I stand at the Pearly Gate in AWE of the Magesty of Eons of Eternity: FOREVERMORE
I grasp HIS Hand; Lenore Grippes Mine : We Entwine as ONE : Through Heaven's Door
                                    to be Cont.
Inspired by the Contest : " Let's Be Open " Sponsored by Xegrakio POETESS : SuZ D
                Dedicated to the Souls in Glory waiting for thier Loved Ones
  This is not an Entree as I was to late for the Contest. LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER
                                            YOUR Liege...Harry 

 


















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GOOD NIGHT PRETORIA

The sun kneels to kiss the 
skyscrapers
The Darkness floats above like 
clouds
And those homeless become 
accidental campers
Setting their plastic beds on the 
cold flours

These black concrete rivers
Flood with moving lights
And its banks are swarmed 
With men who’s faces lulled 
Locked in deep thought

As the night ages once more
Laddies emerge from the 
Corners of the streets
Clothed with nothing but 
desperation and despair
As they seek an audience with 
men of matrimony,
They sway their hips fishing 
them to their cause 

Good night Pretoria, the city of 
dreams.


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GARDEN OF FAITH

Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the warm passion,
Of  resurrection’s gorgeous spring
And the spiritual blessings it will bring.

So sleep on calmly with Jesus,
Beneath your coverlet of blue skies,
And know that the summer garden of ease
Will be there when you arise,
Like a lovely blossom given birth
From a shriveled seed in the earth.






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Come Away With Me My Love


Come away with me into the night
Lets race each other through the moonlight,
Let’s leave the world so there's just us
All of our love, care and trust.
 
Heaven has brought you down to me
I know in my heart that we were meant to be,
Let’s leave this place and all its troubles
And we can build a new life from the rubbles.

I have your heart and you have mine
As long as we have each other there’s nothing on the line,
Let’s runaway together and never be apart!
I wanna be with you you’re always in my heart.

I love you so much it affects my soul!
Though we may age this feeling will never grow old
be my lover as well as my best friend
And lets create a love that will never end.

We'll hold each other when we shed tears
We'll share our hopes as well as our fears, 
Even when we fade and both of us has passed
Our love will live on and always last.  


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Debts Paid

Pieced together thin slices
like a slivered moon
mosaic
cobbled snapshots of splendor and pain

Fractured glints of crashed boundaries
uncollected past dues
mingled souls’ shredded fabric
a patchwork insane

shimmered moonglow does knock on
your window each night
poke your nose through the fog
and unlock the safety chain


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Point of No Return

It was a cold, rainy September day
Dark clouds rolled above Redemption Bay
And the mist hovered over the old ragged dock
As a young man emerged from behind tall rocks

Each step he took delivered excruciating pain
Leaving him breathless, shivering in pouring rain
Sleep came creeping slowly, scaling his wounded leg
Enticing, urging him, sit for a while instead

With weighted, blurried eyes, he scanned the lonely shore
Gazing at the wound; pulsing, touched it and let out a roar!
Barely standing, leaning against the boulders, nauseous and weak
As intoxicating sleep sought to engulf him, warm and deep 

Eyes wide,  filled with fright, searching all directions 
Frantic, he re-played in his mind the vast destruction
Seeing how the culmination of this day began at fifteen 
And remembered the vow made upon surveying the scene

Angry, he had been, running all of his life!
From pain and the call to live free from strife
Helpless, he sat watching each wave roll in its turn
Relaying, that he had reached, the point of no return!

~*~

Note:  For Paula Swanson's  "POINT" Contest


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Nursery Rhyme - The Hunkydory Bear

I will tell a funny story of a bear that's hunkydory
How 'e lives a life of comfort in a pickle on a tree
When the summer comes 'e fishes, an' 'e eats 'em off o' dishes
Till the day 'e ran in 'orror from 'is shadow on the sea

So 'e trundled of gallumphing, till 'e couldn't run for 'uffing
And 'e settled down in Puddington where honeyed puddings grow
There 'e lived a life so royal, till his dream began to spoil
For 'e longed to have a mamma bear with cubby bears in tow

'E trotted to the pickle-tree, that shady spot beside the sea
An' asked about if any knew his fav'rite childhood chum
'Is special bear at last 'e found, and knelt upon the berry-ground
An' there besought if she would be a wifey bear and mum

A mummey bear she'd gladly be, she'd mend 'is clothes and make 'is tea
And have as many fuzzy bairns as God saw fit to bless
So off they went to Pudding Town, the bear and wife, now Mrs. Brown
Which place they 'ad their little bairns, and lived in 'appiness


First place in Nursery Rhyme contest.


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Nocturnal Poetry

I dreamt a dream of poetry That was being written in my sleep Nocturnal thought scanning For the perfect words to keep Reading it over and over Making sure it reads just right Only then to be awoken Before the morning light Thinking I will remember it As my head is layed back down Then again to awake With not a single word to be found Being so upset for not writing The perfect poem that I dreamt My day began with sadness And a brain thats been half spent Now there is a pen and paper On the nightstand easy to find Just waiting for nocturnal poetry That may flow from my sleeping mind
Dan Kearley:11-9-11


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MOBILITY OF THE SUN

My Lord, you are the Poet,
Who notes me with thy strong hands.
I can only aspire to know it 
And extend thy word to all known lands.

You have set in me for the sun
A tabernacle for his regal throne,
From which he arises for his daily run
Throughout heaven's every zone.

Each morn I await his excellent ascent.
Onward with his golden lamp of God,
He begins at one end of the firmament
And runs on with the light of Aaron's rod.


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My Departed Friends

             Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
  Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
  Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain

My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
 For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
       The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
 
 The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
               My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still

Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense 
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
    On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
    Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived

         But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio

Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
    Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green

 These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
     More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.

    Happy though I am for you I must still complain
                      Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
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When Sheep Collide

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide

Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide

They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.

Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.

While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.


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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


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Love In My Blood

When the ink of the world has all run dry I shall write my words of love with my blood For it may soon be my time to die As the world no longer needs this love A blackend sun that will no longer shine from the sky With a moon that is red as my blood Certainly I will feel it is my time to fly From a world no longer knowing the true meaning of love As my soul departs from my body,a tear will fall from my eye Left from the pain of writing words of love with my blood For it was all I was sent to do and continued to try Attempting to refill this world with the true feeling of love So I gave it,with all I had to give For it's something we can not afford to loose By showing the world the true feeling of LOVE For all the world needs love that shines through It can never be bought or sold Is to be felt by,both young and old More than a mere word so often told But a feeling that must be forever shown
Danny Boy:2-28-13 :o)


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A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them in the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also a marine habitat that proliferate at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed

The fresh water flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock

Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness

Chronicling ecological cycle literally affect food chain
Stripping resistant from their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher

A closer look are dying birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays

13th place winner to:
GULF OIL SPILL CONTEST
7/4/2010 Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup


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Papers

Papers, papers that I never
thought I would have to sign.
Is that blood or ink drops
dripping on the dotted line?
Hair matted and stuck like
glue to a dirty head—
as I lay motionless, days
on end in my coffin like bed.

I never knew it was possible
to sob so hard you couldn't
catch your breath—
But now I know, living in this
agony— I would welcome death.
They say only Time will heal
all wounds, so I intently wait
for that elusive moment to come
that will soothingly seal my fate.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

*This poem is dedicated to the
50% of you whose marriages didn't
succeed. I am happy to say I am
on the positive side this time.


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Harry

Subject:  Harry  
From:  Mandy Tams The Golden Girl  
Message: 
To my new brother Harry 
I send these words to you 
We haven’t had long together 
But you know these words are true. 

We shared experiences as children 
Even though an ocean apart 
My love I send as a sister 
The love from a sister’s heart. 

Your heart you gave many years ago 
To your sweet and lovely Lenore 
I pray that she is waiting 
And you get your dreams and more. 

You touched a piece of me 
That I thought was well hid 
With the story of your life 
And to the mire you felt you slid 

But you have loving friends 
That are there to give you love 
And from my heart I thank them 
And I will pray to the heavens above. 

That you will receive what you seek 
All you felt you missed in life 
That you will finally be together 
You and Lenore, your beautiful wife. 
© 20/01/2013 Mandy 

Thank-YOU, so very much. HUGS and Kisses
YOUR Brother...Harry

This POEM was written to me by
Mandy Tams the Golden Girl
        MY SISTER

 
 



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Modern Life

Modern Life
We are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week
Except Monday mornings and Sunday nights.
What are they on about, at this place that I seek
That is supposed open 24/7 days a week.

The pub is open we have an unlimited license,
Let’s have a drink before we go to bed!
I’m sorry we are closed the doors shut at eleven
That’s what the snooty landlord then said.

The helpline is here no matter when 
Give us a call and we can help you then.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, the phone rings on
A tape recording says, “Sorry everyone has gone.”

My car has broken down the man came to fix it
“It doesn’t work” he said sratching his head.
“There a computer on board and I will need to record
All the things that are broken down” he said.

But I need my car; I looked at him hard, 
And he gave me a wizened up frown.
He plugged himself in, then said with a grin.
The computer says it’s fine, the engine is strong.

But the car doesn’t work you toothless little jerk, 
The computer plugged in must be wrong.
“How can it be wrong it says the engine is strong?” he gave me a shifty look
“To be honest missus if it ain’t on the pute, perhaps the answers in a book."

He could find nothing wrong, the onboard computer gave a bong,
But it still said all was okay.
The tow-truck they called out with its ramp and its chains
Now they have taken my poor car away.

Modern life is so frustrating; we have everything at our fingertips
There is 24/7 that does not mean that, and fury does exit my lips.
If its 24/7 and help lines constantly, a car that is run by computer.
Why doesn’t anything work, I feel like the jerk, can somebody lend me a shooter.

I want to blast and to break all technology of late
It’s driving me to drink and distraction
The open all hours pubs are now closed, 
And my car is still out of action.

The bank is closed, the computers just died, 
The telephones gone on the blink
The TV HD, it is fuzzy like me;
I think I’m going to put my head in the sink.

The oven would be better, but its electric not gas
So I don’t think it would work as well
I want to end it all, not practice for the day,
The Grim-Reaper points at me, and sends me to hell.

Therefore, I’ll fill up the sink and put my head in the drink, 
Oh, blast, who is that at the door?
It’s the water board here, we are just making it clear,your water is off for a week.
Typical, I have no car and it is too far
To walk out and jump in the creek.



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What I Was Given

I had a little talk with God,before I sat down in front of my computer today He told me how much He loved me,and showed me all the different ways When you were in a car accident with your parents,and still quite tiny I gave you two broken legs when you really shouldn't have any When your mother left you,and they came and took you away I gave you loving parents,with a mother that still loves you to this day When I wanted you to see the world,and all of it's beautiful scenes I gave them time to take you,to see the places of most peoples dreams When you needed friends in life,with so many wrong ones you could choose I gave you wisdom on how to treat them,giving you friends you wouldn't loose When you were drunk and being foolish,which to me was too many times I allowed your mind to heal,so you could write messages with these rhymes When you needed a wife because you felt you were running out of time I gave you a loving woman,the closest,and most honest one I could find When it comes to family and friends you have more then most people need I gave you them all because of your love,and for living without the sin called greed Now if your mind should grow weary,look for me within your heart It's there that I have always been for you,right from the very start With love your life was given to you,as well as with all the people you see It's the one thing that evil can't tax,and it will always remain forever free


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A MEMORIAL TO MARTIN LUTHER KING JR

Words would fail me if I might assay
To articulate the courage of this man.
The numerous facets of his dossier
Are subject for song in a distant land.
Awakened in youth from serene dreams
By the melodious blast of Israel’s horn.
Tall standing received earth’s esteems,
Accepting God’s charge wherefore he was born.

His marble image cleaves the bluest sky,
And his halo is now a crown about his brow.
His peace of mind earth can no longer deny,
For he has now fulfilled his earthly vow.
It can only suppose with the midnight of the mind,
What may be reason’s welcome morning  star.
One day he may return even more divine,
With a holier task from God who reigns from afar.

There’s no thunder heard from Sinai’s height,
And we see no parting waves at Jordan’s bank.
We have followed no truer soldier in our darkest night,
And now are marching on bravely in file and rank.
Rolling on in faith toward the welcome dawn,
The good fight won he’s earned the honor of Moses.
Now trekking  the soul’s desert to the divine throne,
He follows God’s light up the street of yellow roses.


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A Religious Man

I sat in church listening to the preacher
Without hearing a single word he said
I was thinking about the football scores
And my favorite team instead

As they passed around the collection plate
I put my money in
Wondering just what was the going rate 
To have God absolve you of your sin

When it came time to share a sign of peace
I turned to the pretty lady in the red dress
Giving her my most pious smile
Trying real hard to impress

I shook the preacher’s hand at the door
Saying I loved his sermon that day
Anxious to get out of my tie
And to be on my merry way

As I stopped at the traffic light
With the windows down in my new car
A homeless man walked up to me
And started talking real bizarre

He said, “You know there’s nothing special about Sundays
Nothing special about the building they call a church
By simply going through the ritual
You don’t improve what your soul is worth”

“If you would rather be watching football games
You can talk to me some other time when you are free
And twenty dollars in a collection basket
Doesn’t buy your soul out of poverty”

“That lady in the red dress
Is much too young for you
And you have to fix the relationship you are in
Before moving on to someplace new”

The cars were honking from behind me
Because the traffic light was green
I turned around to shout at them
Then turned back and that man was nowhere to be seen

I drove the rest of the way home in a haze
Wondering if I imagined the whole scene
But when I turned on the football game
That man was in a commercial on my screen

“So think about the words I said
And talk to me on your own time
In a location of your choosing
When you are in the right frame of mind”

“I am always available to hear you
And provide guidance along the way
But the outcome of these football games
Is not a thing for which to pray”

So, I gave up church on Sundays
And I donate to other charities instead
And today I am a more religious man
Always conversing with God inside my head


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All About Cecilia

Middle child of seven siblings and has had a troubled childhood
It has made me a stronger person, just not easily understood
Had a baby at seventeen and had to grow up in a flash
Now tends to over think, tries not to do anything rash.

I have dark long blond hair, hazel eyes and an infectious smile
Patient, laid back, but still gets frustrated every once in a while
Likes long hot showers and is wise with money
Drinker of herbal teas and hot lemon with ginger and honey

Friendly, outgoing and loves to laugh
Driven, ambitious does nothing by half
Enjoys to read, dance and play scrabble
Inspired by poetry, in writing it I dabble.

Is a PSW in long term nursing care
Empathy for the elderly I can't but share
Loves truly and deeply, is a hopeless romantic
Directionally challenged without a GPS I become frantic.

Mother of three sons, who enriched by life with so much joy
Recently blessed with a grand daughter, who I cherish, love and enjoy
Kindhearted, non judgmental and a very loyal friend
I'm always there when needed, on me you can depend.

Never smoked, did drugs and rarely ever has an alcoholic drink
Likes crosswords and sudoku, games that make me think
Loves sea food, sauteed onions and homemade soup
Energized by biking, long hikes and is a leader in a scouting group.

Moved by Nickleback's song, 'If Today Was Your Last Day'
For we should live life to the fullest, let nothing stand in our way
My favorite movie is 'Ever After' starring my favorite actress Drew Barrymore
Hoping like the movie that my prince charming will soon walk through my door.

****Sidney ~ LeeAnn's " All About ___ " poetry contest ****


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EMPTY LIFE

What ever happened to life,
Is it now occupied too much by strife?
I don't think no answers will come,
Or should I just succumb.
Love can only solve this.
We have to understand that our lives are gifts.
Is the world spinning so fast,
Or is it the time to forget the past.
In a world filled with changes each and every day,
That is why we constantly need to pray.
Why don't we open our eyes and see,
This is real and not a illusion but it is reality.
I believe we live and die by the choices we make,
But there's only so much a person can take.
Only we as humans can determine our fate,
As long as we are still living it's never too late.
There are always moments of glory, joy and pain,
Now days not too much will be sane.
In this life I'm going to wear the biggest smile even though I want to cry. 
I'm going to fight to live even though I'm destined to die. 
For those full of spite and always complaining, 
The world is full of darkness; I still believe there is hope remaining.

James 4:14 ESV "Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? 
For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes."


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And Yet They Judge

There are those who have fallen
in the eyes of this world,
one’s “sins” more damaging than the next.
“Skeletons from closets”
so ruthlessly hurled
and so many people are left vexed.

Now I do not condone
all that comes to light
whether by papers, radio or TV.
But what if it was YOU
whose “sins were in sight,
are there things you’d want others to see ?

The world does these things
and yet they judge,
from the arm of a pointed finger stare they.
But they conveniently hide
their “filthy sludge”,
and yet in His court they’ll have their day.


                   I wrote this in response to a prodding that wouldn’t leave me alone. 
Thinking on some people who walk in the limelight or of a high public profile, I started to be 
perplexed about our willingness to BROADCAST the latest Hollywood gossip or the latest
political “fall from grace”. I am in no way condoning unwarranted behaviors and these are 
times that call for the appropriate action to be taken no matter who the offenders are. I’m 
just saying shame on those who are so willing to point fingers and yet do or would do some of 
the very same things if they could.                  Lightwalker


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yesterday today and tomorrow

I loved you yesterday
I love you today
I will love you tomorrow too
for this is what the Lord has asked us to do
somethings  happen in life
and we may never know the reasons  why
but I will love you when  you laugh
 I will love you when you cry
you may never understand why
I Love you and would be willing to support you in all that you do
  but yesterday, today and tomorow too
whatever  life may bring I will still  Love you.


John 13 v 35   Your love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.”


 hebrews 6 v 10-12  For God is not unjust. He will not forget how hard you have worked for him and how you have shown your love to him by caring for other believers,* as you still do. 11 Our great desire is that you will keep on loving others as long as life lasts, in order to make certain that what you hope for will come true. 12 Then you will not become spiritually dull and indifferent. Instead, you will follow the example of those who are going to inherit God’s promises because of their faith and endurance.


John 15  v 13 There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command. 15 I no longer call you slaves, because a master doesn’t confide in his slaves. Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me. 16 You didn’t choose me. I chose you. I appointed you to go and produce lasting fruit, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, using my name. 17 This is my command: Love each other.




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Maybe Just A Thought

If you could change the world What would the first thing be Maybe close down all the zoos To set the animals free Maybe get yourself some air time To tell all people to take a stand For the rulers of our countries Have gotten to far out of hand Maybe tell all of the people You now have your own lives to live Though if you want to live them happily Learn,and use the word forgive Maybe stop all of the madness That new technology brings People used to live without it And they did just fine without those things Maybe stop all of the wars And get everybody watching everyones back Then we will no longer need to use the words Steal,kill,murder,war,execution,or attack
Dan Kearley:10-13-12


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Persistent Memories

In shadow, shade and angled light, memories echo, when given time. They persist, though out of sight, when even bells will loose their chime. To torture, teach or reprimand? Why then comes, the weathered old? The heart and soul hold scars and brands, when even stars burn out, turn cold.


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The Battle Within

A constant battle rages between my heart and mind.
The stress of my decision the devil himself must have assigned.
"Your health and sanity are in jeopardy" screams my brain.
"Don't dare let him go" shrieks my heart in agonizing pain.  

My heart says:
"He's the one for you, you never felt this way before
You ache when away from him, he's the one that you adore.
Be patient with him for in time he will change his ways
Just remember the good times and how he sets your senses ablaze."

My brain says:
"In the years that you have known him, you haven't seen a change.
He's still insecure and jealous, doesn't that seem a little strange.
He believes what he wants to believe and thinks you are a liar.
You let your self become a target and he does not hesitate to fire." 

My heart says: 
"He's been through a lot, just show him the strength of your love.
One day he realize you stood by him when push came to shove.
What if he is my soul-mate.......is that not worth the fight?
Just follow me, 'your heart' and everything will be all right."

My brain says:
"There should be no shoving, insane questioning and childish games.
He would never hurt you and make you cry if he loves you like he claims.
No matter how much you reassure him, he can't seem to get past his issues
He acts like your judge and jury, you'll be forever crying in wad of tissues. 
 
My heart says:
"But don't you see, I'll be crying anyway, I will be broken and beyond repair.
I promised him that I would never let him go, to give up on love seems so unfair.
People search all their lives for that one special person, I truly believe he's mine!
If we can get beyond this madness I know we can once again be on cloud nine."

My brain says:
"Then buck up, stop your tears and for my sanity don't take any more crap.
You're too damn soft hearted, stop letting yourself fall into a turbulent emotional trap.
Life is too short to be unhappy even for a day, I know on this point we both agree.
Just continue to give your all and try your best......... what will be, will be!


"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead." ~Adele~


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Life Today

I just don't understand what is happening these days
Life has us turned around in so many ways
Was it like this when I was small?
Or does it happen when you grow tall?

Is it the phones and computers that run our life?
That lead us each day to this world of strife.
Wasn't it easier way back when
Do you remember writing with a pen?

Kids shooting kids at school
Isn't school a learning tool?
Bullying is also the trend
Whatever happened to being a friend?

Maybe if we went back to simpler times
There wouldn't be so much crime
Maybe if the drugs went away
More kids would come out to play.

I know I'm just as guilty as all the rest
Being without my phone would be a test
Is there a right answer, I think not
But maybe, just maybe food for thought.


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My Garden

I attend to my garden each day
Though a tedious task it is true
With the seeds of ambition I pray
It will flourish for me and for you

Do you know how it prospers my dears?
With the sunshine of radiant love
With the moisture of falling wet tears
Intermittently splashed from above

And by nurturing it with the swell
Of bright hope for each new shining day
The faith fetched from my deepest dark well
It will grow in a glorious way

Then by weeding it daily, it should
Give new seedlings room needed to grow
Quick removing unwanted dead wood
Left uncluttered its beauty will show

As my blooms open fully in sun
All their colors will blend bright and dim
I’ll caress them so gently, each one
And breathe deep of the fragrance within

Through the Summer my garden will spread
Filling spaces so barren before
And not fearing the Winter ahead
It will flourish and thrive even more

Now I know with the coming of Fall
My old garden will soon fade away
But through Winter sleep wait for the call
To awake on that blessed Spring day.


© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved




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eternal struggle for serenity

Serenity, the gift I’ve forever longed
To be peaceful as a lily in a still pond
My fear drops away like raindrops down a windowpane
Love flows like the wind through the lions mane
The journey for courage is a eternal quest
Feelings of brotherhood is the best
Never again will I feel addictions pain
Everyday my struggle continues to wane
Companionship is the spark of existence
It’s something worth going the distance
Being alone at night is dark and dreary
Without another soul, it gets quite weary
But everyday being me is a little more okay
I feel bright and alive like a sunray
My soul is healing, friendship a band aid
Far few in between real friends I’ve made
But those I have mean everything to me
I’ll never let them go, that you shall see
Basically my friends give me my serenity
Through my actions and words, this you will see


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Today the Darkness Comes

Today the darkness comes.
Music is subdued and low --
measured beats -- an ebb and flow
of oboes and of drums
to pace the sluggish feet.
I do not choose to meet,
this day of blacks and grays,
the collared priest who prays
but, ultimately, betrays
the cant that fills his days
with repetitious words.
I view the streaming hordes
descending from the church
steps, watch them as they lurch
about -- in apparent disregard
for any ordered exit from
the sepulchre, dank and dim.
They met to worship Him --
but I -- I try so hard
to suspend my disbelief --
to find, in faith, relief.
Yet, still, the darkness comes.


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A Wedding Day Poem

When Fate decides to bring you love, Grab hold! You’re on the threshold of A splendid life made just for two - A life for soul mates just like you. Your being here with vows to say Will get you started on your way. But even if joy fills your heart, From now on, you must do your part. . . For things of value are not free. You must be working constantly At doing all the things you know Are vital for your love to grow. Your wedded bliss is up to you. There’s more to it than just “I do.” Grab hold! You’re on the threshold of A splendid life. Fate’s brought you love! For the Contest of Janette Fisher: When Fate Decides


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ANGELus

Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.

He did more than his share of chasing women 

and townsfolk say that he was very much the boozer,

but beneath all of his irresponsibility stood a champion the purest of heart.

The Good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.

Angelus was abused by his father. Conflicts arose between the two quite often.

His father saw his son as a family disgrace 

and wouldn't hesitate to get the whip and beat him.

"Why does my father hate me so? Families should love you no matter what.

How can I give my family what they desire 

when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"

Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily, leaving him in a very confused place to be.

"I love them! I hate them!" Angelus would cry. "I hate them for not loving me."

One evening he was drowning his sorrows. Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.

The vixen Darla then said as she ran her fingers through his hair,

"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.

I too never knew the love of a family. I roamed this world living my life as a whore,

searching for the love of family in the arms of strangers 

who cared less after they had used me once more.

I can only imagine the pain that you suffer. 

I never knew my family and perhaps it's just as well,

because seeing you here now with your family and a family that doesn't love you

is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.

You've two choices before you Angelus my sweet.

End your life now and free yourself from this torment

or spend forever with me and together we'll seek life's bittersweet but eternal enjoyment.

If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.

Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.

Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.

Let me give you my eternal kiss."

He gazed upon her and thought to himself, "This one truly must be my salvation."

"I choose you," he then said as he closed his eyes

and so began Angelus's damnation.

She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.

All of his Good, all of his Soul all disappear.

Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.

He was the vampire all vampires would fear.

Angelus's Revenge >
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the truth about masterpieces

drifting beyond the lightest cloud
(pastel clowns in post mortem rain parade)
cascading in the cold moon dust
to shed this latest mascarade

wounded memories hang from the mind
(autumn berries quivering three quarters past prime)
when did "mediocre" pock the virgin tree,
when devils told us," painting by numbers
was just mindless barb and babble"
not a feathered masterpiece?

your very first epiphany,
an evening frost pon tender leaf
even that...nothing really unique...
they should have stated the slate cold truth
as soon as we could breathe.





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In Twenty Four Hours

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

One moment blissfully happy walking on cloud nine
Thinking life is beautiful and wonderful, oh so divine
Then something happens that fills you with despair
Feels like you have been sent to hell without a prayer

Maybe doctors tells you have some incurable disease
Up to the heavens you look, reciting desperate pleas
Or you have cancer and you must battle for your life
It is like being stabbed in the gut with an invisible knife

You find out the one you adore, no longer loves you
The life your shared together is suddenly bid adieu 
Or you lose a loved one, death causes so much pain
Barely holding self together, trying not to go insane

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

One moment living a life filled with sorrow and strife
Questioning your fate and the purpose of your life
Then somethings happens that fills you full of hope
A glimmer of an incline instead of a downward slope 

Your disease is treatable, quality of life still intact
You decide to fight with all you got, stop being attacked
Your cancer has gone into remission, life is yours once more 
You promise to live each moment fully, like you never did before

A person enters your life and shows you what love truly is about
This special love will last forever, this you know without a doubt
A newborn enters your life whom you cherish and adore
The unconditional love of a child, no one could ask for more.

In twenty four hours life can drastically change.....

It's how you chose to deal with life curves is what really matters
Try to be positive and not let negative thoughts rip you into shatters
Find the courage and the strength to face each day anew
Everyone has hurdles that their trying to live through

Their is always someone that is far worse off than you
Let family and friends help hold you together like glue
Remember you matter to those that hold you dear
Have faith and hope, don't let yourself succumb in fear

Don't dwell on yesterdays sorrows, for you can't change the past
Tomorrow is beyond our control and comes without being asked
Live for today and deal with each battle as they come
For your life is the last thing you should abstain from!


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They Dry On Their Own

Within the quiet of the night, amid the shadows of my pain, the strength I held so fast to, ebbs, as another tear does gain. With out the giving of consent, it brings forth a fellow traveler. To follow a chaotic coarse, across my cheeks, twilight pallor. Bare of conscience thought, I brush aside, the meaning each holds alone. I hide behind my false bravado, as my tears dry on their own.


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Aspiration

Tell me of hope for the world is sad enough
Without my complaint to make it more tough;
Find new faces to give the heart cheer
And hold close all those who are most dear;
For earth knows the perpetual drain
Of persistant sorrow and unceasing pain.

Tell me of faith, for the world's better without 
Your dreams of folly and melancholy doubt;
If you trust in God and not in yourself
And will be able to put your doubts on a shelf
To give peace of mind so faith can come
Then no one will mind if your mouth is dumb.

Let's speak of health, this sad endless tale
Of human troubles that are boring and stale.
You cannot win or profit or please
By harping on the dischord of stubborn disease;
Say you feel fine, the world is good to you
And before you know, it will all come true.


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The Wisdom of Wine and Gin

My hair has receded and my belly grown fat
There’s hair growing in my ears and I don’t like that
My joints ache all the day and I have troubles with peeing
I’m tired all the time and have glasses for seeing
Gravity has taken over putting life in a downward spin
No wonder I enjoy drinking a little wine and gin


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Oceanic wisdom

16th & 28th may 2012.
By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) 

A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores,
To calm my mind’s fury that was churning galore.
There, I listened silently to what the ocean waters were seeking to tell me,
Opened myself to the wisdom, which unfolds with each wave that melts, frothy but free.

Far away on the shores stood alone in soothing waters, I me and myself, alone,
Gawking and listening to the tepid simmering waters, melancholy strains unknown.
And then the churns in my mind began to gasp and soothingly ebb down,
Festooned happiness and joys began to ooze and erupt all around.

Ears now filled with sweet melodies of spent waves tirelessly repeat,
Each note calmed my mind and subtle positives vibes making my mood upbeat.
The warm saline breeze whispered as she blew around me,
A queer descant engulfed my bare body amidst mists of water sprays.

On the supple and soft shores made myself a pillow of wet sand,
And spread myself facing the black velvet sky that to me seems so grand.
The stars, planets and the moon up above,
Stood witness to my body and mind, of earthly pain freed now……

The sand was my warm bed at night,
The frothy spent wave came on to me like blankets of never ending delight.
Spirits look down on me from all round and up above,
Now, disappeared the abyss of remorse, as were abound the cataclysmic effects of joy and love.

I felt I was in paradise that night,
Under the moon shining bright,
And then opened, the flood gates of my mind,
Like magic, the sublime wisdom into me seeped in to be confined.

And then my mind’s canvas filled with tone tint and hues
With the wisdom that the waters to me impart without bemuse.

Stop leaving and you will arrive,
Or else joys of innocence you will deprive….


Stop searching and you will see,
Don’t hold on or withhold..let go and it will come back of its own will …free…

Stop running away and you will be found,
What goes around comes around..

I struggle no more,
I live my moments without hate and abhor.
I walk freely and can now attract,
That to me which was absolutely abstract.
For in me has now absolutely dissolved,
The fear of separation, failure and anxiety... To the next level evolved.

To the next level evolved

i wrote this one one a shack at sernabatim beach at south goa ,India... and left it in the menu card......4 days later i got it published in the newspaper using my pen name....the next week end i went to the shack and the owner had put it up for all to read


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Moonlight Shadow

Once upon a gloomy night
Stars and fireflies a bit apart
Moonlight shadow so bright.

Mysterious figures appeared before my eyes
Oh I can't imagine I was staring with chills
It was the first time I witnessed those apparitions

What an experience to be treasured
It changed my life, dreams, and mind
Even today the vision still vivid.


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Fading

Parchment turns yellow in time's orchard,
and colored ink disappears with age.
Written papers crumble into dust,
traveling back to Mother Nature's stage.
Store bought treasures feel the decay
from the invading touch of deadly mold.
Rust caresses with corrosive fingers,
feasting upon the metal bodies of the old.
The dazzling colors of pampered clothing
ebb with the endless load of years.
Stains paint their limp fabrics,
weaving memories of life's fleeting tears.
A human's decaying body accepts
the priceless gifts that noble time brings.
As a troubled youth fades into time's whirlpool,
growing wisdom lessens life's stings.


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Love Never Lost

The patterns of my life
Sifted through your heart.
The calling of the wind
Gives you a place to start.
The crashing of the tide,
The bubbles of the surf. 
The roughness of my fingers
After time kissing with the earth.
The golden ray of eyesight,
And the shield black with pain.
The rumble of the thunder
Then its calming, soothing rain.
The time you kissed my eyelids
As night turned into day.
The way that Hamlet felt
When his Ophelia sank away.
You taught my heart to sing,
And my thoughts to find their place,
Then you sang yourself to sleep
Still creating time and space.


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My Treasure Chest

I have a wooden cedar box
Filled with precious things
Most of no value to you
But joy to me it brings

A copper penny, 1961
The year I was given life
A withered old white rose
From the day I became a wife

Two certified legal documents
That tell me that I am free
A US birth certificate
And a final divorce decree

Golden locks, adorned with ribbon
Clipped from the head of my son
A bag filled with tiny teeth
Exchanged for a dollar one by one

A report card, five A’s  and one B
My sons first year at school
A tattered silken blanket
Still covered with infant drool

A book of poems that I had written
While I was a rebellious teen
Fifty plus love letters
From then, now and in-between

Old yellowed photographs
Of family long since gone
A dozen crayon pictures
That both my kids have drawn

Hospital anklets, pink and blue
That both my children wore
A stupid keep out sign
That I used to hang on my door

Each item within this box
Is a memory that I hold dear
I keep them for a distant time
When my memory won’t be so clear

So if you wish to see inside
To you I have one request
Do not call it just a box
‘Cause to me it’s a “TREASURE CHEST”
 


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The Tranquillizers




                             THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.





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THE CHURCH AND THE GRAVEYARD .

 
THE CHURCH AND THE GRAVEYARD

The Graveyard stood behind the Church, 
Perhaps they are mysteriously compatible! 
Through the front door of the Church you enter, 
And with time, through the rear door you exit
and go ; 
Forever mingling with Life’s eternal flow! 

In the Church marriages are solemnized, 
New born babies are christened and baptized.
Hymns and sermons are heard on Sabbath Days ,
And people kneel down in silence to pray.
Some to repent and confess , 
To seek salvation, and are blessed! 
And when the older generation pass away ,
In the Graveyard behind, they are forever laid !

Yet amidst death, Life goes on......., -
With the peel of bells and chorus songs! 
The world of the dead is surrounded by Life ,
Our younger generations live and thrive ; 
For the Epitaph cannot bury Life’s song!!
Green grass grows around the dead, 
And trees showers their flowers from overhead !
Bouquets of roses on cold marble slabs ;
A drop of tear the fond memory sheds, 
In loss of the loved one, now in the world of
the dead! 

While Life surges, swirls and flows all around, 
As the dead lie in their graves in silence, -
without a sound! 
New Life sprouts, and memories slowly fade….. , 
The Graveyard lies in the Church’s cool shade! 

-By Raj Nandy, New Delhi .


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Carpe Diem

If every solemn night you wish
For dreams to become real
While daylight hours are spent in vain
No higher goals appeal
Then how shall any wondrous joy
Upon you be bestowed?
When your own hands rest in your lap
No effort have you showed
For waiting doesn't prosper one
When action is required
And patience only goes so far
When meaning is desired
Get up now from your idle seat
And seize what's left of now
Grasp every single ounce of joy 
This new day will allow!






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blood transfusion



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Bitter

Struggling to be part
Of your affectionate heart
But nothing to expect.

Searching my share of
Fragments with your mind stuff
Still longing for whiff.

Oh this life always
Mingling with equal heartaches
Destined to be parted ways.

Whether this thing exists
I still be longing with tears
My existence persist with tests.

Rushing biddable thoughts
All the years with struggles
Misdeeds cause bitterness.


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The Mask We Choose


Page unwritten  hand never to be 
played.
Outcasts sitting at center stage.
When you never showed love.
It's no need to question why no one ever stayed.

And you never wondred and new better
to ask.
Cause people grew tired of the game.
And you of the mask.

Deep emotin with which like
overgrown children we play.
Gone in a second.
Was it love or just another day.

Torn sails endless flow.
Blocks and miles.citys and backroads.
Like any flock we scatter.
Only to lose track the futher we go.

Dellusion speaks well amongnst friends.
You see it's the last farewell.
But with truth in are thoughts 
everyone pretends.

Are you okay everyone does ask.
You give a expected reply.
And slip into oblivian slowley
fading behind your mask.


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RACIAL DIVIDED

I'll say a few words none to be kind.
America is still color blind.
You could be yellow, red, white, 
brown, or black.
Hate towards any of these colors is 
racism and that’s a proven fact. 
Racism comes in many different 
shapes and forms.
I have had my fair share since I’ve 
been born.
God blessed us by putting us here, 
giving us all different shades of 
color.
We’re not meant to have the same 
color skin, but we all can respect one 
another.
They judge you by where you come 
from and the color of your skin; 
for much equality and respect seems 
impossible to win. 
Because of race why do innocent 
people die?
My spirit and soul begins to cry.
As I advocate the human rights for 
all man.
Our nation looks so liberal and 
claims there is equality for all 
humans.
We need to join together as one,
Until our earths work is done.
People are just human beings 
regardless of their ethnic pride.
So people should try to constantly 
look spiritually inside.

Let us all hope that the dark clouds 
of racial prejudice will soon pass 
away, and that in some not too 
distant tomorrow the radiant stars of 
love and brotherhood will shine over 
our great nation with all their 
scintillating beauty. Martin Luther 
King Jr.


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My Parent

My Parent

The rules said “one parent not two”
Good for me as I only had you
No selection; no one to choose
Who is this parent; just follow the clues

Next rule; write something “profound” 
Something good or something that makes you frown
This one was easy 
Considering all you ever said was greasy

“You stupid _____”
This one was rich
“Go get the belt”
Not satisfied till there was a welt 
The pain is still felt

How about “you swine”
Became a preference in time
Not “go to bed”
Followed by a blow to the head
So hard could have become brain dead

Your scars are still here
Your pain I still wear
Your mistakes I still bare
Your voice I still hear

Your secrets I now declare
Your presence I no longer fear
Your wrong doings I am aware
Your hate is replaced with tender loving care

Did you follow the clues
Who's this in reference to
Someone you want to be related to
Perhaps it’s someone you already do
This is my parent… I wish it were untrue!

Lay


**For "My Parent" contest sponsored by Francine Roberts.
* Honorable Mention







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Embers Of Time

The azure sky embraces 
the beauty of our love.
It’s always you, forever you
I am dreaming of.

I feel your presence in
the cool floating mist.
I recall your tender touch
and how gently you kissed.

I see your picture hanging
on my bedroom wall
and I still feel warm embers
of our love through it all.

I think even in our separation
our deep love still grows.
From my heart to your heart
in heaven, my love flows.


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Epitaphs in Verse - Reflections in the Eyes of a Poet

The eyes behind a head inclined reflect a universe

   Of shanty towns and kings in crowns and parties in a hearse,
   Of heaping mounds of coffee grounds and pennies in a purse,
   Of heart attacks in shoddy shacks, of motion in reverse,
   Of reasons why pale kids must die, quite trite and curtly terse,
   Of puppet people at the steeple, kneeling down averse,
   Of tinkle tones and megaphones with empty words and worse,
   Of life’s begin’ in utter sin and other things perverse,
   Of lewd taboos and residues contained within the Curse,

While poets blind, in gallows’ rind, carve epitaphs in verse.



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Bravery Is All There Is

When darkness falls and finds us all alone,
When the heart becomes a small grey stone ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When thunder shakes the windowpanes,
When those we love lie wracked with pain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery concedes its fear;
Does not attempt to hide its tears.
Bravery is born of holding calm,
In quietly, doggedly, carrying on.

When reason fails to light the dark,
When the answer is a question mark ...
     Bravery is all there is.

When justice seeks to rule in vain,
When sorrow sweeps the roiling brain ...
     Bravery is all there is.

Bravery trembles while it stands,
Accepts what it cannot command.
Bravery bears its burdens well,
Looks not to see if others tell.

     Be brave then, Mystery asks of us;
     Face the unknown with silent trust -
     For at the End, there is only this:
     Bravery is all there is.
     Bravery is all there is.


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Sweet Sublime

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Sensations mounting whirling heights

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To close my ardent joyful eyes 

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And feed upon her peach delight ~

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Nectars promise, of pulped divine...

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Distill these drops extracting time

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Upon my twirling tongues design

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Melting, inside her fruitful vine ~

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...“Harvest Loves, Sweet Sublime.” 


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I Recieved what I Prayed For

"LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS"
Sorrow's pain and tears, wased AWAY
In His Blood: "His Precious Blood"
I kneel to GOD's Glory, thru the Everlasting Day
Surrounding me, God's LOVE So Pure, mankind never severs
 
In His Blood "His Precious Blood"
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
His Light Shimmers, Glows; with Father God's Glory
Surrounding me, God's LOVE so PURE, mankind never severs
Thru the Garden of Eternity as a seedling becomes a bud
 
Following my Savior, My Rose of Sharon; My GOD
GOD'S Light Shimmers, Glows : with HIS Glory 
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
Songs, Hymns of Praise, Proverbs, and Psalms, tell His story
Thru the Garden of Forever, My Infinite Soul, Shall trod
 
I Kneel before JESUS, Singing Praises of LOVE
He Dies, He Lives again, and walks with me to my Salvation
God in His LOVING Mercy, Embraces my Heart and Soul
LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS
As Dreams of Youth Explain Love's Revelation
 
Sorrow's pain and Tears, washed AWAY
In His Blood, " His Precious Blood"
I kneel to GOD's Glory, thru the Everlasting Day
Surrounding Mankind : GOD's Light of Pure LOVE
"LOVE for the Eons of FOREVERS"


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My Grandfathers Bilum

Bilum is a type of woven bag in Papua New Guinea (PNG)
...............................

How grandfather’s bilum, which
Across my father’s bare chest,
In a loving embrace slung.
Like the Leleki baskets’ blest
How while so pregnant swung.

How dwelleth he my father in its rich
Splendour till handing-over of its rest,
Then over my clothed chest again sways.
O this old bilum! like all other blest
No longer is laden with in my days.

For its treasures I search in earnest,
That I may grandfather’s mind know.
O this bilum is no longer pregnant!
Along the way, maybe some time ago,
How many treasures fade; this instant

Till my sleep, I’ll summon eagerness
To my modern soul strengthened to seek.
Grandfather’s treasures may be hidden;
Yet through a new eye must I ever peek
For glimpses my days have forbidden.

By: Jeffrey Febi        25 Oct 2010


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Powers Out -4 Poet Collab

Here I sit in the dark of night
Using my laptop for a little light
Our power has gone out,and it's quite an eerie site
In this town that's so dead,it kinda causes a little fright
I found and lit a small candle,though it doesn't pay
For it will probably burn out before my battery fades away
It's really kind of peaceful,that indeed I must say
Without all the noise that I hear in the light of day
Chirpping birds,and noisey neighbors,have all gone away
So I must once again familiarise myself with my place
Reassure myself without the dependent sence of eyes grace
The darkness comforts me,and brings me piece of mind
A comfort in the light of day,that I can never seem to find
Still we need the daylight,to see all the beautiful things
The sky,the earth in harmony,the beauty of that bird as it sings
So let this battery die,and let that candle flicker out
For it's in the darkness of your mind,you learn what love's about<3



*A collab with 4 different poets*

Richard Palmer
Brittany MAD Poet Caldwell
Louis Rams
Dan Kearley:6-10-12


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Change

Nothing's the same, all things change
And I find I don't love you the same old way;
I'll be your friend for all is not estranged
If you happen to come today.

The excitement that made my life a dream
The ecstasy of that time, the serene content;
Like a whisper of a sleeper's mind it would seem
Is a mystery as to how it went.

The birds, the blossoms and leaves on the trees
The cold white moon who rides sublime;
The transient breath, the eternal seas
All things change with time.

Our face in the mirror shows year after year
The signs of age; and our expectant need
Ignores the hope now drowned in a tear
Carrying all we knew but did not heed.

Can we ask the mortal heart to stay
And be happy with a child's sweet hours?
The season says goodbye to the violets of May
And knows there are no fairer flowers.

But life holds no dearer love than this
Which rests in peace but cold and dumb;
But let us kiss and oh, how we will miss
The violets that change when the roses come.


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My Poetry Begining PoetrySoup

It was the last day of school twenty some years ago
The teacher asked us to write a poem, in any form that we may know.
Never doing this before, I let the words flow, just letting it all hang out
After I handed it in, the teacher was really impressed without a doubt
She showed it to some other teachers saying,"Hey look at what Dan has wrote"
None of them could believe I wrote all those silly words down in a little note.

Seven years after school, I wrote my prewife a little poem
She said awww how sweet, and into a junk drawer it was thrown 
Five years after that, I wrote a poem in a homemade Valentines card
She looked at it and asked "was buying a real card just to hard"?
Another five years later, sitting by myself and drinking alone
I entered a poetry contest, because I felt my thoughts needed to be known

They sent me a letter back saying they wanted to put my poem in a book!
I right away sent the letter back saying ok, without even taking a second look
That's when it all began, I started writing poetry it seemed like everywhere 
Reading it to my friends and they would listen with a unappreciative stare
Then one day I came across this site, kind of interesting called Poetry Soup
I couldn't believe all the heartfelt kindness, they made me feel I was part of the troop


Dan Kearley:12-6-11


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LOVE: "The God Precept is Prior Cause"

An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept! 

Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double mind concepts non-comprising, 
Within one’s own precept love is the comprising,
Will be no rising in the mind’s compromising!

As yeast from the east, bread of life is apprising,
Pending only a few mind’s their realizing,
Of love’s precept which is uncompromising,
Where shall you be(?), at the precept’s advising…

In life’s ascension  of illusion’s mountain, 
Toward the drinking of your precept’s fountain, 
Of clear, free moving waters, life appertain,
Where forever love’s precept shall be obtained!

Since the very dawn of precept’s greatness of spawn,
Parasites of concept’s might, sought the abject wand,
Oh Judas concept, mind inept, precept abscond,
The Stubborn Ox, the metaphor correspond! 

The belligerent concept, of elder mind,
In complex darkness, is groping, seeking to find,
Within the whorish darkness first light’s refine,
Out of void of darkness came light, mind was blind!  

  

  


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Love finds a way

Life changes like the seasons
Laughter bubbles, tears flow.
There's a quiet look as the mind reasons
to let the sorrow go.

Colors change as hearts do,
Flavors seem so rich.
As a new beginning follows through,
The paths to truth have switched.

Thunder rumbled as lightning struck,
Water flooded the ground.
A different storm, life crumbled.
I watched as it tumbled down.

But now to rebuild with new parts,
Tears provide the mortar.
One fourth respect, One half love
With laughter as the other quarter.

I'll cry tears for all the pain,
But it lessens everyday,
And life has taught to put trust in fate,
And love will find a way.


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Kunzite

It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year.
Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer.
A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite.
In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right.
Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign.
Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine.
Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live.
To go in peace and harmony with only love to give,
No more wars or anger for any human to spread,
In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read.
Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born,
So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.


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YOU NEED TO KNOW

YOU NEED TO KNOW


To live the life of attraction

You really need to take this action

First of all you need to know

Where your thoughts are you shall go

Be aware of all you think

Your thoughts are where you’ll find the link

Your thoughts are the link to state of bliss

The keys to glory that can’t be missed

Who is it that you want to be

Act on that thought accordingly

For when you do, with joy you’ll shout

That you’ve become what you think about!

What we think, we attract

Nothing ever has been so exact!

I live my life in this way you see

What ever I think I attract to me

I strive to fill my world with bliss

And always hold my thoughts to this

It’s not your genes that make up you

It’s what you’re thinking to be true!

We are the consequences of our thoughts

Think bliss my friend is what you ought

For in this state lies immense satisfaction

We become what we think about

It’s called the law of attraction!



 



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The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©


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Inner Cleansing-A Walk By The Ocean

Cast the burdens of your heart Into the restless sea Allowing them to be forever swallowed Setting your heart free Release the troubles from your mind Unto the whispering wind Never to be heard from Within your mind again Empty the sorrow within your soul Unto the blistering sun For it to be forever burnt up Once this deed is done Breath in deeply the beauty of life Releasing all vexations of past days Being thankful as you exhale As all tensions have been cast away
Danny Boy:4-1-13


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The Building Of Life

Your entering an elevator in the skyscraping building of life. As you step through the doors your uncertain of which floor is right. So you press all the buttons hoping to rely on your sight. Upon reaching the first floor look who steps in, it's your wife. Reaching the next floor, your child comes running in. You embrace them with happiness, as the doors close once again Then onto the next floor with a bunch of smiles you all go. Upon reaching the next floor another child runs in "Oh no?" Whats going on? This wasn't part of the plan? "Oh well I can take it, that's right, I'm a strong man." As you reach the next floor your wife says this is it. Exiting the elevator, your kids start to throw a fit. As you are about to exit you see your wifes hand on the door. Then she turns to you and says, "Why don't you go up one more floor" With the doors closing, you see tears in your wifes eyes. "Why would she be crying? Was she telling me goodbye?" Reaching the next floor, you decide to see what this floor is all about. This must be the right floor you sense, in your mind with out a doubt. As you turn to the elevator to go back down one floor to your wife. You see there is no down button, for the elevator in this building of life
Dan Kearley:11-30-11


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Night Breeze

Gazing at the stars
in a beautiful night sky,
she feels the silent wind
slowly passing by.

As the cool gentle breeze
caresses her skin,
it ruffles her dress
again and again.

As the waves from the ocean
cover the sand,
the wind sways her hair
as she brushes it with her hand.

She stands with a smile
in the light of the moon,
hoping the breeze
will come back soon.


Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America


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THE AGING PROCESS

Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we found to be tough.

Then came our schooling, and boy things would change,
“Those aren’t our parents”, when they acted strange.
Sometimes they were hip, but old-fashioned too,
That’s something I swore, I would never do.

Wishing you were older, adults had it made,
They would do nothing, yet still would be paid.
That is how little, we all had known,
We surely found out, once we were grown.

Loving the twenties, we’d go out with friends,
When we went shopping, we followed the trends.
Doing what we wanted, and staying out late,
It didn’t matter, what time we all ate.

Then came the thirties, and most of us wed,
Watch what you wish for, my parents had said.
We had to work hard, many bills to pay,
I guess they were right, what more can I say?

Raising your children, was hardest of all,
Needing some advice, your parent’s you’d call.
It seemed so easy, they needed no rest,
So now it’s your turn, you learned from the best.

The forties arrived, that was a shocker,
We’d spend lots of time, just at the doctor.
Back aches and headaches, so tired you’d be,
Trying not to cough, or else you would pee.

The fifties would come, and your grandkids too,
Where were your glasses? You hadn’t a clue.
You searched here and there, and under the bed,
“Hey grandma” they laughed, “They’re right on your head”.

Here come the sixties, now let’s have some fun,
You are retired; your work is all done.
To dinner with friends, you dressed and you wait,
They never show up, you have the wrong date.

Now the seventies, with friends playing games,
If only you could, remember their names.
You try hard to hide, those under-eye bags,
Gravity happens, and everything sags.

Enjoy every day, and have a good laugh,
All the steps you took, led down a new path.
Live life as it comes, each year a new page,
One thing is for sure, everyone will age.


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There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


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Lord I Praise And Worship YOU





Lord, I Praise And Worship Your Name! Lord, I praise, worship and honor your name! Into my heart… I invite you to rule and reign! Lord, I give you my love and attention! You have set me in a new direction! Lord, it is you that brings a daily reminder… Your grace and mercy is so tender and kinder! Lord, I humbly raise my hands in adoration… And lift you up in worship and exaltation! Lord, Jesus… You are the one I need this day! I appreciate you much more than words can say! Lord Jesus… Thanks for all you’ve done already. When your trumpet sounds… I want to be ready! Dear Jesus, take my life and my way of living! All that I have… To you I am giving! You are and will always be the one for me! How I long to be with you for eternity! By Jim Pemberton


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Reason To Be

I am, I was and I will be
As I live in each heart through death;
I yield to no oath or no shackle
I stimulate all with my breath.

I speak the words of love's passion
I know the damage of sorrow;
I hold the reigns of compassion
I reach for the dreams of tomorrow.

I dream in the fire of the jewel
I sleep in the blood of the tree;
I speak to the beast of the forest
I walk thiis earth and am free.

I've felt the sharp arrows of pain
I've joined in the laughter of mirth;
I've danced to the devil's refrain
And know death is not better than birth.

I don't live in a convent or cave
Or in an ancient kingdom above;
Here on this side of the grave
Is where I shall labor and love.


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Abused

I withdraw into the dome of only me
Floating unaware through your reality.
Warm and cozy in my zombie state
To the one in the glass I won't relate.

I laugh and dance for I'm insane
Repeat your thoughts although inane.
I'll cheat this life for all eternity
Send my hapless soul to purgatory.

Incessant chatter a barbed refrain
As I swim through the waves of pain.
For all you do is talk and talk
Alone and scared I walk the walk.

Desperately I embrace my own insanity
For all I see in moments of clarity,
I'm not immune nor even above
This horror you call eternal love.

So break the glass and pour the wine
In you empty promises I'll recline.


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Oh Love, Fair Love

It is but of your fire
That I whither to this pain
This lonely life of love bemired
This shouldered weight of blame

Oh love, fair love, return to me
The glory once inside
For if a chance there ever be
I accept and offer pride

Oh love, fair love, return to me
The dignity of self
For so it seems that in this dream
Beauty lies in stealth

Oh love, fair love, return to me
The rhythm of thy heart
A lonely beat is lost at sea
With a life torn apart


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Death - Reborn - Balassi Stanza

As I take my last breath
The pathway to my death
Is the Arc of a Rainbow

In Darkness, unforeseen 
With a Soul, so unclean
As a Raven’s or a Crow

I can feel this new Life
Sounds of bagpipes and fife
An Eternity, to Grow 

Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta’s Contest
              “ Balassi Stanza “

Author’s Note : Dr. Ram has Taught me more English
Than my Jr. & Sr. High School Teachers : Combined


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panning of the vein

For a time we all must go away,
like orphaned memories
whos' only wish is to remain...
like windchimes in a hurrican
we lose the scent,
of song
of self 
of flesh,
seeking to find what we think 
we want and wish for-

For a time we must all go our way,
running swift to gleen the chain
to stroll from happy-saited-just to suckle pain:
lone lemming on the slippery edge,
for a time we all must go away-

Making trails like saturns rings
crossing minds with death's clear intent, 
the opaque of pleasant things,
(brittle creatures in metal galaxies)
seeking whats inside our veins...
for awhile despite the truth of denial
like sandcastles in a driven rain
piece by piece or whole grain
we all must go away
but 
we'll come back full(bloated) circle
after a thorough
panning of the vein
when the path back home 
sings like a golden finch,
post-warm hearted rain...
for a time we all must go our way-

 for tracie and linda







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The Transformation

Sparkling fireworks inside his head, Disregarding love, inviting anger instead; Won't he get weary of so much pain, Taking it out on the world is insane. Transform slowly and surely mature, He'll find light in the night, I'm almost sure Finding his place where time reverses Musing the worlds small petty curses; Can't be realistic with a good attitude, Can't be alone without pure solitude A world without color, just black & white, How can he stand such a horrible sight? Some day he'll notice the small things in life And transform greatly without hate or strife.


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little Leaf on my Floor

Little leaf on my floor,

   from whence did you come?

From the upper boughs,
 
   or lower tombs?


From whence did they exhume 

   from low gales trembling,

   your little monumental life?


Much is yours as is mine,

   little life you are,

   threshing in the wind....

   I am big, you are small

   (though monumental in my eyes)

I do hope you came from the upper boughs,

   from whence there be many a friend

   to shield thee from the wind...

   little leaf on my floor


((MONUMENT)( to a little leaf))


The branches snap....

   in the rain and snow,

   the breath of days far gone

   has teased the tense, creaking boughs

   shifting back and forth to and fro;

The weary grasp, the life thus clung ----

   time for worn-weathered days now,

   the bones knock (and stems bend)

   time and again, to flutter in the wind

   fain... loyal to life to bitter end;

Until the snap and crash comes,

   (and the end of days)

   never immortal, like the wind.... 


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Two Different Worlds

One face with two different smiles 
One floor with two different tiles 
One pen with two different inks 
One eye with two different blinks 
One child with different parents 
One sea with two different currents 
One smile for two different reasons 
One sun for two different seasons 
One mind with two different thoughts 
One crime judged in two different courts 
One husband with two different wives 
One man with two different lives 
One soul with two different friends 
One beginning with two different ends
One mouth but two different words
One person in two different worlds 

by Ndile

submitted October 7th, 2009 at 2:58am


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Because he cares

Because he cares you will sleep well tonight
Because he cares he will watch over you until the  morning Light
Because he cares he will help you every single day
Because he cares he will shelter you from any storms of life that comes your way
Because he cares he will stay by your side forever and a day
Because he cares his love will never wither or fade away
Because he cares on lifes' Journey he will help you get through
Because he cares and especialy  because he loves you,


Because he cares,  Nothing can ever  seperate us from the Love of God, Amen.  
Romans 8 : 38.  


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Inspiration gone

As i stare at this paper
empty
without words
it waits for me to write
so my feelings can be heard
inspiration came often
when we were together
words flowed freely
my pen
light as a feather

Fate has a reputation
of never being wrong
it takes destiny by the hand
and grips it forever strong
now this paper
which once was alive
quietly stares back at me
with dull loose leaf eyes
it mocks me
even dares me
to write words i couldn't speak for years
but, without you
the forecast calls for emptiness
with a good chance of tears

Inspiration comes from within
your smile always gave me my start
but these days my pen lay heavy
and so quietly broken
like a roadmap of your heart
for soulmates are rare
to let one go........even worse
now this pen and paper
who once were my companions
are now the very things i curse

So i put my pen down
and tuck the paper away for the night
and maybe tomorrow
just maybe
words i couldn't speak
i'll be able to write......



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Dear Stranger,

I tried my best
To show you part of me.
The side of me
You've never seen.

I'm more than a daughter;
I'm an artist, a writer,
A sister, a friend
And now to you a stranger.

I have a question,
Have you ever realized
That I have my own voice
And I have my own life?

I'm not relinquishing my soul--
I won't sell it to anyone.
If I can't be myself
Then who will I become?

I have a mind of my own,
A heart and gifts.
I have a life of my own
And it's mine to live.

Yes, you gave me life,
But it's not yours to give.
You gave me this life
So I can learn to live.

Tell me, have we met?
Have you ever seen me?
Or did you just see my music,
My tee shirts and jeans?

It's not what I look like,
It's how I look at myself.
I'm embarrassed to show you it.
Only you and no one else.

Don't be disappointed,
Mad or upset.
Be happy I have morals,
A mind and self-respect.

I'm the person I want to be.
I stay true to myself,
Meaning I'm me.
I'm me for no one else.

I'm smart and independent
Because you made me this way.
I'm no longer fearful and afraid,
That's not how I wanted to stay.

Now do you know me?
Or should I continue?
I'm making you realize,
I'm not being rude.

So make your decision.
Please, I just want an answer.
Not to be disrespectful,
But are you my mom or my mother?


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If Things Were Different

If I weren't a poet, what would I be
An artist, a singer, or a designer?
Would I have been something next to a deity? 
Oh, I couldn't imagine anything finer!

If I weren't loved, how bitter would i be in the present time
A little, a lot, more than I could ever devise?
Would I lnog for affection that I predict will never be mine
Or would I think love will take me by surprise?

If I were born earlier, what period would I have occupied
The forties, the fifties, or the sixties?
Would my name have lived on after I died
Or would there be no one alive who'd miss me?

If I weren't me, who would I be
And who would take my place?
Would I have had a different destiny?
I hope to God that wouldn't have been the case

I love the person I am today, 
I love the person I am to become
I would not want it any other way
Many lives I could've lived, but thank God He chose this one


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Emilee

Leave the broken in the past, Renew the beauty with sun-light; Nothing's ever meant to last So won't you make this moment bright? Dwelling on who causes pain, And feeling guilty now and then Will only pro-long pouring rain, And damage who you are again. Whether it be self acceptance, Pessimistic points of view, Even social-tied reluctance Or seeing beauty through and through, See yourself for who you are, And love yourself for only that Before contentment strays too far And you can never bring it back.


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ITS POINTLESS

Now here's a contest that seems pointless
But, up to a point, I guess it will do.
The points in my life have sometimes been fruitless,
I just thought I would point that out to you.

Oh, the point of this rhyme
May be pointed one way,
But it is at this point in time
To score points by what I say.

The point that I am making,
Is that there is always some point
That life points in a way forsaking,
Giving your point a grave disjoint.

I have pointed out many times
that points are good and bad.
But the good points I remember better
Rather than the bad points I have had.

You can sometimes see how pointless it is
To try to point these things out.
As for the point I am making,
You get the point...no doubt!


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It's Time to Change

How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life’s not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you’re losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it’s time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you’d like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won’t last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It’s time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it’s hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you’ve been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something’s askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There’s help for you along the way. You’ll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, “Thy Will Be Done”, and you’ll see it, I’m sure, but just don’t run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He’ll help bear the load. Don’t bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You’ll get there soon, if you just don’t stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You’ll start to believe you’re in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you’ll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you’ll know he’s there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God’s hands today! There’s no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you.
Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006


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Deadly Deception

"Deadly Deception" hearts hurting; hanging on mantle in pieces of shattered romance wandering eyes; tempted by "greener grass" my lonely nights fathom in a phantom dance. in Life and in Love; each moment a choice with stars in my eyes, I still hear your false voice. words cut so deep like a jagged knife "I just fell out of love with you" though I'll keep you in my memories our love was a lie and untrue. absorbing verbal bruises adultery always accuses. emotions surge raw as I empty my pain "second chances" were never my nitche' meet a woman who wants to move on with her life others label me as a stone *itch. you were the deceiver who fooled this believer. my philosophy is simple to understand yet larger than "forgive and forget" if you don't know what you have when you have it you will live your whole life with regret. love is a gift from God the Creator so I will forgive you cause I'm a lover ... not a hater. *For Delilah's Adultery..forgive or not frgive..


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THE PSYCHEDELIC STEW

THE PSYCHEDELIC STEW 
 
We loved to drive out through the hills 
Where landscapes are so green, 
And always sought the smell of hay 
That seemed so fresh and clean. 
 
We'd rent a cosy cottage there 
Around that time each year, 
The days and nights were magical 
And life was full of cheer. 
 
That night we planned a simple tea 
A good old country stew, 
With fresh grown mushrooms we had picked 
As 'round the place they grew. 
 
Those mushrooms seemed much larger then 
The ones we'd norm'lly find, 
But in they went with all the rest, 
We really did not mind. 
 
Our stew was just the best we'd had 
On that we did agree, 
Then sitting back and quite content 
Enjoyed a cup of tea. 
 
When suddenly, in front of us,  
Our kitchen came to life 
With antics never seen before; 
Sure terrified my wife. 
 
She sat and watched with fear filled eyes 
For both her knife and fork, 
Were standing up and quite erect 
And both of them could walk. 

The kitchen curtains did a jig 
And plates flew 'round the room, 
Our mop then left its corner spot 
To line dance with the broom. 
 
Old teapot sang and clapped its hands, 
The tea cups joined in too. 
My mind it boggled at the sight 
and wondered what to do. 
 
I grabbed the phone and dialled for help 
That soon was on its way; 
Though not before the pots and pans 
Had all began to play. 
 
Poor doctor tried to calm us down 
Enquiring of our plight. 
We mentioned what had taken place, 
The horrors of that night. 
 
He summed up what had taken place, 
The answer he now knew, 
We'd eaten mushrooms which produced, 
A psychedelic stew.


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I Am From No Set Label

I am from country living and bareback riding
But you wouldn't know that 'cause i keep hiding
I look like I'm gothic but i really don't bite
Trust me I'm not that big of a fright

I am from backyard football and gymnastics
I'm sorry, I'm not really a romantic
Playing videogames and household chores
While findin' time to hang with the boys

I am from western saddles and drag racing
My dad's camaro going through it's fast paces
Wanting my own classic beauty
Just wanna be seen as groovy

I am from dark poetry and hard back books
Not really caring how everyone looks
Never caring how they see me
Because I am who I want to be

I am from darkness and not of the light
Sorry, it may seem a fright
I once had dreams that frightened me so
They wanted me dead, but i said no

I am from children of the dark
And in the night I awake with a start
Feeling unknown forces in my head
Voices that filled my being with dread

I am from misunderstanding and many wrong looks
Many people think I seem like a crook
But I am from no set label
And I don't think I will ever be able


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WOMEN OF EXTINCTION

We were more popular
When you felt lazy,
More important when
We cooked you potatoes and gravy...

To please our boys and men
We would go to any length,
Even begged for mercy
Were pillars of strength...

We are the glue to glass houses
Being abused by the hour by the day,
Even ignored or unheard of by many
But we will continue to love come what may...

Negatively spoken of around the world
And frequently pacified by our nation,
But the torch GOD placed in our hearts
Is not a symbol of accusation more of edification...

Tear us down kick us to the ground
But we will always strive for equality,
We are free women accepting nothing less
Our guardian angels fill us with spirituality...

We are women born to cease dissention
We are women not women of extinction


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Wasted Time?

Another year passes, those days are all gone
I think of time wasted, and know there was none

For those moments I sat, idle and still
Preserved me from feeling over the hill
They gave me the strength to get on my way
And do things I should have done yesterday

All the times that I stood, and quietly listened
To friends of mine, who’ve thought, "it’s the end"
Is time I’ll get back, with interest you see
When they stop and listen, to what troubles me

Each peaceful moment, with nothing to do
I'll spend admiring the glorious view
Back down the year, the milestones laid
The things I've achieved and memories made

The time is not lost, it's carefully measured
Stored in my mind, and forever treasured


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The one who stares at me

As i gently clear away
the steam that covers the glass
suddenly!
"he" appears
and for now
"he" is temptation
the very person i fear

Although we look the same
this dead-ringer is not me at all
but a false prophet
who deceives me into running
at his beckon call
"he" controls my thoughts
rents out my face
knows my weaknesses
then begins to plot my next fall from grace

The last time
"he" magically appeared 
lessons had to be taught
but nothing was learned
for once again here i stand
to begin the fight
and start the slow burn
"he" is convincing
and so very clever
i am the actor, directing myself
on the next hurtful endeavour!

It's a mystery
when "he"will check in, for a visit
i wish it was never,
but honestly, im realistic
so for today
"he" is in control
my one and only friend
but once gone
that's when the apologies start
and the sorry's never end


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My fifty years in a nut shell

I was born fifty years ago on April 10th 1964
Looking back through the years I began to explore

My mama said when it was time for me to be born
I decided to come early and fast in the wee morn

Born five week premature with jaundice I had to stay
High fevers, convulsions and even a coma would come my way

But by the grace of God I made it through each and every one
I could have died before my life really started or even begun.

And through my fifty years God has shown me grace and mercy 
As I look back I’m so glad he loved me and thought of me worthy
 
I remember my first home in Hayward on Burr way
Memories are a little foggy but my sense of home will stay 

Moved to Dixon when I was just four years old
To a big beautiful house where my life started to unfold

This would be the place I would meet my life long best friend
She was playing in our backyard the first day we moved in.

So many memories in this house in Dixon on Marvin way
 A Baby deer named Bambi and our first dog named Maggie mae

My life sized doll house my parents gave me as a birthday surprise
I would spend hours in there with my plastic appliances making mud pies

Life was blissful and I had not a care in the world I was living
Until the day my parents sat us down and said they were splitting

I just remember crying and in total shock this was happening
My parents would no longer be together my whole life unraveling 

We ended up moving to a two story house with mice and peeling paint
Mom worked long hours to feed us four kids who showed no restraint

My mom struggled to balance work and being home with us four
Soon my brothers moved to dads who’s idea was it I’m not sure

My dad died August 19th 1979 at the age of forty from a massive heart attack
I didn’t know then how this would change my life but now can see its full impact

 My teen years were cut short because I decided to become a mom
How scared I was to have to drop “mom, I’m pregnant” bomb

Have you ever heard of the song “Going to the chapel of love?”
Married now at seventeen feeling all grown up; well sort of.


On January 2nd 1982 my daughter Melinda was born fuzzy & screaming
Didn’t know what I was really get into, I must have been dreaming

She was the first baby born of the year and was the winner of two contests
So many prizes couldn’t collect them all but we sure tried to do our best

Isn’t it funny how you imagine how it would all work out in your young mind?
But then reality sneaks up on you and smacks you hard on your behind.

Now a single mother at the age of nineteen and moved back in with my mom
 And throughout my life I will make poor decisions but no need to write every wrong

Pregnant at twenty with my son Joshua and Melinda now two almost three
I didn’t know what I was going to do but knew they deserved better than me

This you see will be the hardest thing I would ever have to do in my life
I chose to give Josh new parents whom I lived with until I said goodbye

I was blessed to have pictures and letters sent through his growing up years
I remember the first letter I received from Josh I was so nervous eyes filled with tears

My son Brandon was born on my mom’s birthday he was my biggest and my last
He was my little dare devil and escape artist who was always trying to get past

He would like to climb out of his crib and sneak out the front door for a stroll
I chained and locked the door and even barred the windows thinking I was in control

Till one day two police officers were at my door wanting to see him and talk to me, I guess
They said a neighbor called out of concern and then the police threaten me with CPS.

I have been married more than my fair share to tell the truth and it’s hard to admit
 I have walked down the aisle six times and finally found the one to whom I commit

TJ is my husband who I met six years ago and have been married to him for three
Unable to have children of his own he now is known fondly as Dad, Padre and Papa T

My grandchildren make me smile just thinking of them and oh how I miss their precious faces
I have eight all together and love each and every one so much my heart had to grow extra spaces

As I look through my mind’s eye and examine my past adventures, blessings and sorrows
I have come to realize to cherish each and every moment because no time can be borrowed



My fifty ….. In a nut shell.

 


 


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Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


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No Guarantee

Surely just a little, freak accident,
a foolish thing not actually meant,
Jack and Jill after a first meeting
ended up in a shotgun wedding.

Childhood sweethearts Sue and Bart
for each other meant from the start,
theirs was a match made in heaven
that friends long ago had foreseen.

Fast forward...

Sue and Bart, married for two years,
are in court with bitterness and tears,
sure that divorce is so much better
than living in hell hating the other.

Accidental mates, jolly Jack & Jill
draw pails of water up on the hill,
with little grandkids trailing them
in that oft repeated family game.

Boy, what a joke this life can truly be,
hit it or miss it there is no guarantee;
only one thing is predictably sure -
an appointment with a head doctor!


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Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Both quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


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"I WAS NOT BORN LIKE THIS BY CHOICE"

"I WAS NOT BORN LIKE THIS BY CHOICE" 

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My eyes enjoy all they see,
And on most days I am quite happy.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My voice, although not quite loud,
Can always melt hearts in a crowd.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Please don't judge me because I am unable,
I don't deserve that kind of label.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My mom says it's part of Gods plans,
I believe her, we're His biggest fans!

Are your eyes your voice?
Were you born like that by choice?
Is your voice quiet or is it loud?
And can it be heard, or felt, in a crowd?

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Some people think I am broken,
But others say, no, just soft-spoken.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
My smiles and giggles are not misplaced,
They are there on my pretty face!

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
I have feelings like all the rest,
I am me at my worst, and my very best.

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Researchers are searching at a steady pace,
Rett Syndrome cure is their race!

My eyes are my voice,
I was not born like this by choice,
Look into my voice, it's plain to see,
A cure is needed for my Rett sisters and me!

COPYRIGHT ©2010 ~ Ronna G. Reid


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The Funny Farm

The love we shared is now no more.
    With bitterness she slammed the door.
She said I've had enough I'm through with you.
   I'm tired she said of the things you do.
You have no respect for me at all.
   And when I talk to you it's like talking to the wall
She said you go ahead and lead your life of fun.
   You're nothing but a low life and a son of a gun.
Those weren't the exact words she used right then.
    She called me everything from being my own next of kin.
That was just a warm up here she comes again.
    All of this started over me letting the cat get in.
Honey I said as I ducked her punch.
    I guess maybe this ain't a good time to ask you to fix some lunch.
I knew she was mad I could tell she was hot.
    But why is she trying to hit me with that cast iron pot.
She got me on the run as I cut my trail.
    Throwing our dishes as her booming voice it did prevail.
As I locked myself behind the bathroom door, I heard the breaking of another plate.
    She started beating and a hollering and predicting my fate.
As I looked around I realized what I had done.
    I just laid down on the floor waiting for her to go and get my gun.
I laid there for an hour or two.
    Not really sure just what to do.
Well I finally got brave and took a peek.
   I didn't see her around so out the door I did sneak.
Into the kitchen there she stood with a smile on her face.
   She walked over to me and gave me the longest embrace.
She said I made my little sugar burger a cake, his favorite kind.
    She said I'm sure glad I married you you're such an awful good find.
Oh, and by the way that moody thing the doc says it will take awhile but I will be okay.
    Going through the change just a normal day. 

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THE BUTTERFLY AND ME

THE BUTTERFLY AND ME Venus butterflies tiptoe on roses rise playful in pirouette, they tango with the singing voice of a clarinet... Wouldn't this view capture your eyes? Swarm of fragrance fans my cheeks and so my hair, I turn around and see a butterfly so flair. I run, run to chase such butterfly with care but pity, I missed so I just stand and stare... Kissing now, the curves and swells of the hibiscus is a butterfly that dance in ballet hush, tickling the petals, oh! they bend and blush-- won't these two wonders make a sublime meniscus? Tomorrow morning, Do gaze at a butterfly say hello or wave a hi colorful they are but they only live for awhile Blessed, we are given years to live by but as colorful as how butterfly paints the sky Do we also brush the whole world with a rainbow smile? _____________________________________________________________ © O.E. Guillermo 09:57 pm, January30, 2015


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Kleitoria, My Love

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“To Gently Lay You Back... 

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Caress Your Softened Light 

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Taste The Pure In Sweetness 

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Of Your Delicate Delight ~

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

...`Kleitoria, My Love.”






* “Dedicated * Unto Beautiful Linda Marie.” *


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Give Me A Smile

Lately I have began to feel like I'm in this world all alone Blankly,so often staring at things As if they are the unknown My mind seems to be slipping A little more every day I don't think I will ever find the end To the distance it will stray A year ago things were simple Everything was in it's place Now my memory has left me Gone without a trace Once in a while I will think a thought Then write it down as quick as I can But then my days seem shorter With that pen clasped in my hand My minutes have turned to hours Soon my hours will turn to days Next it will be the blue skies That have all been turned to greys My thoughts will begin to get jumbled Unable to speak or write Which then makes all the grey skies All be turned to night So when you ever have a happy thought Think about it as long as you can Then think about the person that wrote this That poet who's name was DAN :o)
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Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


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Between You and Me

When you are here
All hopes, dreams and ambitions disappear;
Drowned in your eyes when I hold your hand,
Unremembered now that I understand.
For you perplex my mind with memories
Of so many forgotten ecstasies;
Which were, are not and perhaps will never be
When we hold this moment between you and me


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No Set Future

As I pass through time
in my physical vessel
I connect the rhymes,
balancing them on my mind's trestle.

My consciousness detaches
from emotion and commotion
and intricately latches
onto an outstanding, expanding notion.

At twenty-three and so onward,
with every new midnight,
and every new songbird,
my mind escalates to a new height
brilliantly brightening my eye's light.

The novelty of these audibles
inclines life to be anything but probable.
Voluble are my audibles,
relieving my eye of it's monocle.

I focus and listen
to the cosmic sounds physics has given.
Seeing the sounds, all the compounds
do abound and surround
everywhere amongst these grounds.

Strategy is imperative when dodging the chaos.
Seek those audibles which avoid pathos.
Embrace the novelty, embrace the ambiance
for the moment now is all transience.


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Old Tom

Eight times he looked death right in the eyes, sometimes facing freezing nights when nobody heard his cries, sometimes getting into fights with others of his kind, left almost crippled twice, and one time nearly blind. Another time he got run over by a car. No matter, though, he had a mighty lucky star. That old, bold, grey tomcat, forced to live outdoors, often fell off walls but landed on all fours! Now going on nine lives, Old Tom still thrives. Written 1/9/12 for the 9 Poetry contest of Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver


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My Favorite Devonshire

Aging with Flare
by Carolyn Devonshire

Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
      My 40-year career
     Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare

Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with Gwen - might end up a clump
     There’ll be no rocking chair
     As I hang-glide through air
Thinking of age as a tiny speed bump



I love “Aging with Flare” because it goes against the stereotype of retiring and sitting around and relaxing. It’s about still having fun in life and about the life inside of us, and how life is whatever we make it to be.  Adding soup friends to the poem is a fun addition, along with humor - “ might end up a clump.” There’s risk, but the fun is worth it, because then we are truly living. The concluding line reinforces that mentality, along with the rocking chair symbolism. It makes me NOT want to be that person watching life, instead of living it. I want to be like Carolyn and make the most of my life.  


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The anomaly of irony.

Rolling through a bloody mess,
my master died alone no less.
His mercy was indeed a lie,
he said I lived but now will die.

His hand was swift with a mighty stroke,
within a thought my life was broke.
Oh how I lived, and he knew not,
but now I lay...my life to rot.

No foot, nor hand could move a limb,
Three days old and no sign of him.
And then he came at my wits end,
With strength alone I cant defend.

He lift me up and broke my jaw,
Just to laugh as I hit the floor.
He took a blade and made a fist,
stabbed his flesh, his vein, his wrist.

Now you're dead and now you're mine,
drink from me and you'll be fine.
I could not stand my masters site,
I killed him quick with my own bite.


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Point of Exclamation

What's the point in denying,
when the heart keeps on drumming?
What's the point in hiding,
when the eyes keep shining?

"Our rendezvous" you say,
going out of our way
fun at the start, moments of gold
now to me, it's just getting old

Other people know, you know
they are not really that slow,
especially when you disappear
then come back with lipstick on your ear

The point of the matter is
we're both in the state of bliss
all this time, I've just been here,
what other things have you to fear?

For crying out loud, I'm sick of waiting
We're not puppies anymore, aging
So gutsy me, at seventy,
Will you marry me?!



** jan 15, 2011
 well that was a long time coming! haha

:D for Paula's What's the Point contest 






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Another Criminal Act

Before sentence is passed, please hear my plea
I promise to be the man that I should be
Don't give me death. Please be kind
I have a family I don't want to leave behind.

I was unaware at the time
That what I did was a horrible crime
So now I feel like a louse
Please don't kick me out of the house.

I know what I do now is totally right
I am surrendering without a fight
And with head bowed I know it's time
For me to pay for my crime.

From now on I will go straight
When I start snacking very late
The last thing I do after finishing my drink
Is put the damn dishes in the sink.


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Michael In The Garden


...dedicated to Ralph McTell


Michael is a prisoner
committed to an institution,
all he has, his senses and his schemes,
a gentle soul with no hard feelings
tries to find some beauty
to emancipate his dreams.

The routine is predictable,
bed checks, meds and three square meals a day,
so little margin for imagination.
He avoids the general population
and stays within himself,
knowing life will be sustainable this way. 

One day he finds the Garden,
a paradise of plants aplenty,
and birds who twitter, tweet the day away,
in comparison to lethargy, to apathy and loss,
a world apart, with wonders to behold,
a font of pure pleasures that never grow old.

He knows that people can be bitter,
can be selfish and unkind
but he's determined to be resolute and strong,
He tries to make a friend or two but mostly he's belittled,
his efforts are rebutted or ignored.
The hopes and aspirations in his mind

find culmination in the Garden that he loves,
he talks to flowers, birds and they respond,
he's consumed with equanimity and grace.
So tell me, who's confined
and whose life is unfulfilled,
is it Michael in the Garden there, or is it you or I? 




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Narcissus

How deeply Ameinias loved you
The beauty that your face adorned.
The adoration you thought your due
The love of youth you lightly scorned.

As consolation a sword you gave
A paltry gift for such devotion.
You did not care for grief so grave
Derision stoked the devastation.

That sword robbed him of his life
In bitter despair he cried in tears,
"May you one day feel the knife
Of unrequited love that sears!"

In the pool you saw a boy so fair
Felt the fire kindled in your mind,
In awe at such beauty you did stare
Love that will so ensnare and bind.

To seduce this boy in tender kiss
you found reflection in the pool.
Ah Narcissus, how did you miss
Loves sweet embrace in waters cool.

You killed yourself in deep despair
Unrequited love that burn until,
The body that once was so fair
Transformed into a dancing daffodil.

So listen young lovers, hear my plea
Be careful when young love you scorn.
Remember Narcissus, when in spring you see
How daffodils the chilly earth adorn.


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LIFE'S STORIES

His eyes are dark, but, there's still a spark. 
There are canyons in his face.
His lungs are gone and it won't be long,
'Till his heart can't keep the pace.
He's lived three lives, had his share of wives.
The decades have been nine.
There's a soul to bare, with a joy to share.
And he always says, "I'm fine."

He's a wise old man and the whole damn clan,
Likes to hear him tell his tales.
He remembers when as a boy of ten,
He was raising up the sails,
Of his father's boat and he'll always gloat,
"It was hard work for a boy."
"Hell, it was hard for men, but I'd go again,
Just to feel that youthful joy."

With dreams to follow and pride to swallow,
He reached for life with lust.
Following his heart, met his first sweetheart,
On the street he calls, "False Trust."
After one short week, they were heard to speak,
"Until death do us part."
Then, the next two years, thunder, lightning, tears.
And she left with his torn heart.

Lost in grief a while, it was hard to smile.
And he wore his armor well.
Heartless, hurt and laden, but a fair young maiden
Put him under her sweet spell.
Speaking of her dreams, and the gold dust streams
Sparkled in her clear blue eyes.
Making his blood stir, and he followed her 
To the land of pastel skies.

Bitter cold up there, but he didn't care.
She could make the hard ice melt.
Then his heart returned, and a fire burned.
True love was what he felt.
She could feel it to and the fever grew,
Like the child in her womb.
But, a family was not meant to be.
And her corpse became it's tomb.

His whole world shattered and nothing mattered.
Streams and canyons echoed pain.
Cursing God and man for the evil plan,
That was driving him insane.
Wandering aimlessly in the open sea,
Of demented souls that quit.
Two long years go by, and he can't deny,
He remembers none of it.

Then at twenty five, well, he comes alive,
And decides to live once more.
Like a broken spell, he walks out of hell,
Passing through life's open door.
Everyone there knows where the story goes,
And the old man kind of grins.
With a little wink, he begins to think,
This is where my life begins.

There was gold out there and he didn't care,
What it took to make it his.
"I'll be rich one day," he was heard to say,
"And that's just the way it is."
Well, he mucked and slaved but he never caved,
So the gold gave up the fight.
There were nuggets found measured by the pound;
Bringing golden dreams in sight.

Just a vagabond who was rich beyond,
The means of any king.
He was young with health and he bathed in wealth,
As the girls began to cling.
Well, he played the field, but he wouldn't yield,
To the pressures of the heart.
There were memories, love was some disease,
That could tear a soul apart.

He was rich it's true, but he also knew,
That you can't buy happiness.
So, he headed down to his old home town,
To what? He could only guess.
It was strange to see the old filigree,
Pressed in frames upon the wall.
Faces lost somehow to the years that now,
Drift into his heart's recall.

Seven years had passed since his father last,
Took a breath upon this earth.
Mother held him tight and to his delight,
He began to feel his worth.
No conditions there, love was everywhere,
Riches far beyond the gold.
So, he bought some land, and he took the hand,
Of fate with a life to mold.

Was a big barn dance, when another chance,
At true love was brought his way.
With her skin so fair, and her golden hair,
He was drawn to Jenny Mae.
Dancing close all night and to his delight,
She allowed a little kiss. 
When he dreamed of her, the thought would occur.
There was too much there to miss.

He was ready then, his heart soared again,
And he longed to tie the knot.
Down upon his knee with a marriage plea,
A sweet wife was what he got.
Life brought so much joy when their baby boy,
Had been born out on the farm.
And eventually it was them plus three.
Fate had swung it's loving arm.

There were ups and downs, but the world goes round,
With reunions every year.
And he swells with pride as he holds his bride,
Sitting next to him it's clear,
That we may grow old, but there's always gold,
To share when love abounds.
Laughter all about, life that seems to shout,
Love's the greatest of all sounds.

Tell us more, they say, right up 'till today;
He's reminded where they were.
He includes them all in his tale as tall,
As an ancient Douglas fir.
Jenny holds his hand, ah, this life's so grand.
And the old man kind of grins.
With a little wink, he begins to think.
This is where my life begins.


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L O V E

When YOUR Heart and Soul are Wrapped in a Cocoon of LOVE
Where YOUR Mind is Absorbed , where YOU Live in Eternal LOVE
Why would YOU Live in a Life of Sorrow, if there is ETERNAL LOVE
How does one Believe they can Live in Forever, if they Never know LOVE
What is the Emotion, that brings YOUR Heart, YOUR very Entity to LOVE
Can LIFE , Every go on for the Eons of Eternity, if YOU know, not of LOVE
Does the Deep Feelings with-in the core of YOUR Being, Reflect YOUR LOVE
What Does one do , When their LOVE is Lost , When their LIFE is Through?

                                                 To Be Cont.
            With LOVE, YOUR Liege, FOREVER and ALWAYS…HG


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Conscience Beeper

Go to church to feel good and wish upon a dream?
to feed that unquenchable self esteem ?
Probably shouldn’t bother if that’s the reason,
Means the body is warm but the soul is freezing’.
One will get the same watching tv.
That’s how they get you and me.
Every ad is laced with “You Deserve it!”
Or a shake of the long hair,
“Because I’m Worth it!”
Everything in the world is geared to our vanity,
That’s what sells. It’s insanity.
Going to church because the people treat you nice,
And the smiling pastor remembered your name?
If yes then going to a bar would suffice
Now wouldn’t that be a damned shame.
Think maybe there must be something deeper?
Maybe it’s time to answer the Lord’s beeper...?








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if my life was upside down

if my life was upside down i'd bump my head against the ground i'd trip over ceiling fans and i'd shake feet insted of hands i wouldnt keep any pocket change but i would keep a blood rushed brain every smile would be a frown living life upside down life upside down would be a mess confusing your right from my left people would say bottoms up but if i did i would spill my cup it sure would be funny when friends came around they wouldn't ask whats up? they would sarcastically ask whats down for those of you.....who wake up in bed in the morning when i wake,.... i wake down insted people always tell me to keep my head up high i look at them with resentment and walk away and sigh pictures never seem to stay when i hang them on the wall being upside down they always seem to fall i always have a hard time writing what i say and when i use my pen the ink flows the other way its funny how people complain about how life keeps them down but they haven't experienced living life upside down


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The Other Side

In vile defeat I confided to helplessness
I cringed knowing I know so little
As inadequate as I am I felt responsible 
I felt responsible to know everything

In this mentality I suffered long nights
Over thinking myself and overlooking life
Until I gave up the pain for a little while
And took a deep, dark look to the other side


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It's Not About Me, It's All About You

You’ve seen what I would do for You, 
I’m reminded that You always knew.
It’s not about me, it’s all about You
so it matters not what You lead me through.

It matters not what You lead me through
for all of my days are to glorify You.
If to YOUR plan I will stay true,
there’s no telling what I’ll do for You.

Adversity is harnessed and used of You
but those who know this truth are few.
Others think harsh correcting is what You do
but in reality, they just don’t have a clue.

You came that others know what is true,
that they see life from Your point of view.
Then, the life that they never knew
would be there for them because of You.


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WONDERS

She is stonehenge, the pyramids, There stands Taj Mahal, long forbid. Beyond my heart’s scope, This sweet wonder who plays amid once barren grounds and dreams arid with a pink skipping rope. Oh, this child is Mount Everest, Northern lights and a robin’s breast, The world's, not really mine. I take one brief moment and rest watching her begin her life quest to grow and redefine.
By Cyndi MacMillan, For Nette Onclaud's Rumi Contest Quote used: Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.


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Days of Crystalline

While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen, 

A toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.

Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine

Feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.


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The Shelf of Sadness

I was going to write a sad poem
But my nephew shot himself
So I'll guess I'll wait 'til later
And I put it on the shelf

I finally took it down today
But before I started to write
I got a call from a friend of mine
His daughter died last night

So on the shelf it went once more
To wait 'til grief has passed
Again I took the paper down
To write my sorrow at last

But as my muse began to cry
A knock came at my door
A neighbor came to me in tears
Her husband killed in the war

I never wrote that sad poem
It sits upon the shelf
Sadness needs no poet at all
It somehow writes itself


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Love Is Who You Are ( NOT, Just Something You Do ) Part 2

The mind has become a problem,
This ghost and goblin,
Throughout Love’s land!

The mind’s imagination, 
Took over,
Love’s invitation,
By a tree of divided information!
It’s like, being love,
But having a relation,
With life and death information!

There was a tree of strife,
Placed in the midst of love’s life,
For purpose of decision,
That caused the house of division!

But a decision was given, to twiddle dee,
For love you see,
Is what the mind’s twiddle dee, be!
But he must see,
By experience, what is best to be,
For the sot has forgotten,
His beloved soul with his cotton,
Love’s seed of the begotten!

For, for the mind to be,
He must truly see,
The love he be!
For love already knows,
As the mind only blows,
What love’s life is yet to learn!
For love created the life,
That mind turned to strife!

With mind being only a part to life,
Let no man deceive you with vain words,
The old man needs a good purge,
Then his life would surge,
With a holy urge,
to be the love of his life,
Not a goblin of strife!

We are love,
From the inside,
What mind tries to hide,
On the outside!

God the I am is love,
From above,
The same as I am inside,
My, I am is love!
But what I be,
Sometimes is twiddle dee,
Of the mind on the outside,
The real me, I try to hid!
Like Adam and Eve,
With the fig leaves!

We must learn to confide,
On the inside,
By the outside,
To be the love that we are,
From the inside,
Outside!
johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


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A Breeze From A Past Epoch

Like a breeze from the past, once again appears Welcomed out of curiosity, calms her life's fears Out of the blue this breeze like the very first day Abounds in the hearts, allowing two individuals to play No era determines time, nor does age discriminate For this breeze drfited over, a young hearts ultimate This epoch of time appears to be forever in one heart Why enter this blue, unless it ignites old sparks <*>


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Tribute to a Polished Stone

It is so difficult to measure,
any metaphysical treasure.
One can only glean, 
Its riches of stream,
By absorbing it at one’s leisure.

I’m speaking of poetry that hovers,
Levitating between it’s covers,
just waiting to be read, 
nothing left to be said,
Literature for life and lovers.

Tribute to Elizabeth Wesley’s 
 new book …
“Polished Stones”
Author House publications.

     
     It has been a long, long time since I have read anything that 
has arrested my attention long enough for me to stop and smell 
the roses as has this book "Polished Stones" by Elizabeth Wesley.
 Thank you Elizabeth. 

tribute written by 
Robert A. Dufresne 
3/08/2012

















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Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

You've woken a memory, a searing desire, Ensnared my senses, set my whole world on fire. You still make me nervous, turn my insides to stone, My bastion breached, my resistance overthrown. A decade reverse we were in a different world, But a kiss from you and my toes would curl, I can not say what happened back then, Except how happy I am that you're back again. After all these years, after everything's changed, I think to way back and I still feel the same, Like we could conquer any mountain, ride any wave, Just lift a finger and I'll be your slave. Something good has begun and you're going on a jaunt, I'll have to put on my brave face, hide that I'm gaunt. While you're away, time can only pass slow, So do me a favour, kiss me hard before you go.


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Rambling Rose

You live for empty pleasures
They fade through each new song,
I finally see the big picture
You were weak, not strong.

I was young looking for guidance
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
Can't love, for their lives are barely there.

Weeds grow in anything
But rambling roses grow on vines,
Their thorns protect all that’s around
Guarding their gates from the intruding kind.      

All you were was temporary
A stumbling block for the time,
But what’s a mountain in your way
After you decide to climb.

I was young looking for guidance,
Impressionable and quite rare,
But wolves in sheep's clothing
can't love, for their lives are barely there.

They can never destroy a rambling rose
For they are made strategically rare
They can never blossom or unfold
For their lives were never there.


By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 7-11-12



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Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does


Instead Of Loving Me As Christ Does… Instead of stopping by, and thinking of me… You walked away and thought the worst of me! Instead of taking the time to ask; “Is anything wrong?” You got upset and told me; “I don’t belong!” Instead of spending time with me in prayer… You “brushed me off.” And didn’t even care! Instead of extending God’s mercy and grace… You “smeared my name” all over the place! Instead of being Christ example as you pretend to be… You made up your mind to “have nothing to do with me!” What if Christ treated others the way you do?” Would there being any meaning in HIS words; “I love you?” What if, for just a brief moment in time… Christ chose to be angry, rude and unkind? Are you willing to be Christ’ example? Is his love in you? Can I find a “sample?” What if we all treated others the way Christ does? Knowing that it’s all of us that Christ truly loves! May this be a wake up call and a reminder! We need to love as Christ does! And be kinder! By Jim Pemberton


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The Truth

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.


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Foolish Dreams

Who’s to say what dreams are fool?
They may seem foolish to you
but to the dreamer,
Ah,
tis a world of hope renewed
Is it foolish to want children
when none can be had?
Or foolish to want
not to be sad?
If it’s foolish to think
one might fly like a dove
then foolish it is
to yearn for love
but never will the dream,
ever foolish be,
when it’s dreamt from the heart
and set loose to be free.


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No Proper Goodbye

 There was no closure of a proper goodbye. 
 I tried, but... 
 no reply. 

 Your body became limp and cold as 
 a corpse. 
 We froze alone 
 in different time warps. 

 My ambiguous stutters 
 wouldn't disappear. 
 They pinched as they burrowed 
 like earwigs in each ear. 

 My mouth opened slowly 
 to suck the words back in. 
 Then the dead revived 
 and embraced my skin. 

 My heart bloomed profusely 
 like first love's lilac. 
 With lips on lips 
 you took my words back. 



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When Autumn Comes

When autumn comes to drop it's leaves.
Unreconciled, the branches greive.
To enter winter's long goodbye.
Awaiting spring, again to sigh.

Amidst the heat of summer's sun.
The planted seed will soon be done.
Only the rain of heavens love.
Can help the plant rise up above.

The seasons we all have to live.
Are waisted if we don't forgive.
A heart that's full of pain and sorrow.
Requires hope to meet tomorrow.

When someone needs a helping hand.
It's nice when they can join the band.
To know that they can sing along.
To harmonize in life's long song.


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Reflection

There comes a time when one reflects
on everything that one expects,
on everything that one has done
and whether life has been much fun.

In looking back on life’s long game
we may find pleasure and some pain.
There may be things we should have done
but overlooked whilst having fun.

Reflection on what life’s about
could leave your being filled with doubt
about the way you handled life,
and handled fun and handled strife.

If I had gone a different way
would I be where I am today,
and if I’d took a different turn
would I have found much more to learn?

Reflection helps to cleanse the soul
to gather fragments into whole,
then if you think some bits are lost
go look for them, at any cost!

No matter where your life has led
or on what diet you’ve been fed,
there’s one thing clear beyond all doubt,
today’s the day life’s all about.

Tomorrow, it may never come.
Yesterday is long since done.
This moment is the only time
to change the rhythm of your rhyme.

Ivor G Davies


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TOP TEN PEEVES

I’d like to list my own top ten
But there’s a little twist
This top ten is my Pet Peeves
So let me start the list.

First is backward baseball caps
Which bug me to no end
Then there’s folks who litter
That drives me round the bend.

Tattoos and pregnant smokers
Two more I feel are bad
Late turn signals by some drivers
And arrogant Judge Judy also make me mad.

Make our smallest coin the nickel
Eliminate the penny is what I say
Then the 9/10 on the price of a gallon of gas
Will automatically go away!

Heavy shoppers should stay out of Express lines
Go to regular check-outs instead
And flyers should be made to check luggage
That’s too big to fit overhead.

That’s my top ten list for now
I’m sure I’ll think of more
It’ll give you some idea
Of the things that I abhor!


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Poem For My Daddy

I can't believe how long it's been.
The time goes by so fast.
The pain, I try to keep within;
Those memories of the past. 
 
I've tried so hard to understand
Your motives of that day.
You made a choice to leave us and
Just went along your way.
 
I didn't know how bad it was
I didn't know your pain.
You never shared your thoughts because
You hated to complain.
 
When I was young, I worshiped you;
My hero; proud and strong;
Someone to tell my problems to
And teach me right from wrong.
 
I wanted to be Daddy's Girl.
I tried so hard to please.
And there was nothing in the world
To make that longing ease.
 
“I Love You” never crossed your lips;
I never heard that sound.
I guess it wasn't in your script;
Those feelings, too profound.
 
No “Honey”, “Darlin’”, “Sweetie Pie”
Was ever said by you,
Right up until the day you died,
I never had a clue.
 
Your work was always number one;
I never measured up.
My best, when all was said and done,
Was never good enough. 
 
In later years as you grew old,
You needed me much more,
My hero, who was once so bold;
Now hid behind a door.
 
Your sight grew dim, your strength gave out,
Your mind was not the same.
Your eyes were filled with fear and doubt,
And yes, a touch of shame.
 
I saw that you were growing weak.
At times, I saw you cry.
I tried, but was afraid to speak,
I never will know why.
 
The choice you made that fateful day
Is one I’ll never make.
Although at times I’ve lost my way
There is too much at stake.
 
How could you leave us all alone
To deal with what came then?
To tell my Mother you were gone,
Oh, where would I begin?
 
You took the choice out of God’s hands.
I guess you couldn’t wait
Until we all could understand
The meaning of our fate.
 
You had to know it would be me
Who found you, yes…it’s true.
Did you not care that it would be
How I remembered you?
 
You pulled the trigger on that gun
And ended all your pain.
Not caring mine had just begun
And always would remain.
 
I wonder if you’re happy now.
I pray that you’ve found peace.
I hope that someday and somehow
My guilt will finally cease.
 
If only I had been aware
Of what you’d planned to do;
A word; a touch to say I cared…
Could I have gotten through?
 
I think of you each day and night
I love and miss you still
Your memory still shines its light
I guess it always will.


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Chief Roaring Eagle

He sits Alone, In the rising sun ;  or is it a setting Moon?
With a birch bark Flute, a sadden Heart plays a very lonely tune
Go north, then west, says Chief Roaring Eagle, I’ll be with You soon

You can feel the tears of  “Roaring Eagle” rolling down Your cheek
As he plays a forlorn melody ( of history ) his birch bark flute : sings bleak
For his Native American Ancestry : a Heritage  where tribal Leaders “Speak”
Of Yesterdays, when canoes would travel the rivers, catching trout in the creek

In remembrance when Buffalo, Deer, roamed the plains, Salmon owned streams
When a Young Brave, became a man, Hunting  in the Forest ; Alone with His dreams
Alone with the mysteries of Life with the voice of Forefathers’  forever heard screams
As the Flute sings to the barren  forest of bygones,Chief Roaring Eagle’s Eye, Gleams

In Thanksgiving to the Almighty, the Song of Life , Continues to reassure the Living
The echoes of the birch bark flute reverberate through a dieing forest, ever Living
Go North, then West, to a new land where the Songbirds sing of LOVE: and Thrive
Where the melody of a birch bark Flute ; Sings to Nature we are now again “ ALIVE

Inspired by the Contest "Tell His Story" sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling POET
         Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire~~ Dedicated to all Native Americans
                                               9th Place


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The Garden

My autumn wine; white winter rose
Please tell me how your garden grows?
I’ve lost my touch, I feared as much
You are fragile and it shows

Can I still call upon you?
With no words ever spoken to you?
And would you come to me?
Could you hear me in a dream?

Would you “sense” me if I came close,
But not in sight of you eyes?
Would you tempt me if giving up hope
Could cleanse me of all the lies?

I survive through a disguise
Designed to hide my immortal light
You will never see it
For I am a chameleon
Crawling through the ancient garden
The (other) not known as Eden
For it has no name to keep it safe
Until light shines on this darkened place

“April showers bring May flowers”
And so your flower has not yet soured
You still have the power to reverse your desires
My white winter rose, will you grow any higher?

Prosper or wither
The choice is now yours
Bound or severed
I’ve done all I could


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Rehab

So much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to shout.
It was like being trapped behind bars without a way
to get out.
My mind going wild with all these questions of why.
The only way to escape was to fall asleep or to cry.
What did I do so bad that made me have to pay?
My friends, my dreams, and my life was swepped away.
I know I can do it! I try and I try.
Nothing seems to get better. I sometimes wish
I would Die.
Starved for attention. I wanna talk to the world.
I just miss being loved. Miss the warmth of a girl.
Snickers and stairs is what my life has become.
I'm treated like I'm a kid, like I'm sick, or I'm dumb.
One day to the next. Life becomes work just to be alive.
I thank god for my blessings. I thank god I survived.
I finally see some improvement. More hope tickles
my brain.
It was worth all the time, all the tears, all the pain.
I awake with a smile and new hope to move on.
I did it! I did it! All those hard times are gone!


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Life is a Highway

I've found the road through most of life has potholes well disguised.
Some are there and are so big they trumpet your demise.
So as you travel carefully to miss the ones you see,
You veer into the hidden ones so inadvertently.
That puppy love that stole your heart so many years ago.
Your first real love and moonlight kiss that left your heart aglow.
A mom, a dad, a friend, an aunt, were there and now they're gone.
A pet, a home, a special dream you cherished for so long.
All that God hath given you can quickly fade away,
And nothing can console your heart on that fateful day
Except the hugs and warmth and love of all around who care,
For nothing else can mend a heart but those who love and share.


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Soul of a Poet Life of a Child

He thought himself a poet
Destined to live this lie
He wrote the words that no one reads
And the world would pass him by

For he had no education
He could barely read or write
But still he wrote his simple words
His spelling never right

Eighty years old he's seen it all
Though he seldom understands
Forced to live a simple life
A life that fate demands

He writes his poems everywhere
Even on the back of a cereal box
He sleeps all day and writes all night
In his underwear and a pair of socks

A fall when he was three years old
Left his brain a little slow
For eighty long years he spoke as a child
With a mind that wouldn't grow

The soul of a poet and the life of a child
He wrote what he felt inside
He smiled as he wrote his simple words
As his heart was filled with pride


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About Her

A loving child has touched my heart
with her cute smile right from the start;
I was stunned. A father - who me?
until this precious little life I did see.
She's turned my world inside out,
and has taught me what life's really all about.
How can a child carry such a force?
In her mind, she never had to coerce.
I find myself letting go more and more,
and I do not ever want to know a cure;
I see my life is now not only about me
but about this loving child - laughing with glee.
I grew up in this world not long ago
because of my daughter I do love so;
she's changed my life forever - that much I know,
and I thank God for letting me watch her grow.


For "My Children" contest sponsored by Walayee Whitlock.


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Nevermore

With the weather cold and dry
My mind wanders far and wide
Within the future things in store
Negative thoughts, nevermore

Of course the mind can think of horrible thoughts
The pain that left the memory, not forgot
Until one day, it returns to life
To fear it with your heart, nevermore

This stone inside is your sanctuary
Not to be broken or to make one wary
Demons from the past surround your love
Let these Legion win, nevermore

Alas, true lovers can fight them off
Not lie, bicker, hate or scoff
Predict the weather tomorrow pleasant
Allow the rain to come, nevermore

You cannot allow this darkness to thrive
To swarm your soul like a hornets’ hive
Beware of those who intend to kill
Let them take your heart, nevermore

Titles are a trivial thing
Would phones or your heart start to ring?
When your darling returns home in your arms
Let the outside in, nevermore

For you and our love are all that matter
My heart and soul come together in patter
For my weakness is your voice
Allow us to be apart, nevermore


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Stand By Me

Hands held, we said "I do"
Love this good has to be true.
I am so in love with you!
Fill me with glee, stand by me.

Flooded with stress and vent,
Money goes toward mortgage payment,
Wonder where the good times went,
Far from debt free, stand by me.

Five years trying for a baby,
Doctor says "I don't think so, but maybe"
Test after test a negative pee.
Disappointed misery, stand by me.

Nine month of morning sickness,
to our start of family bliss,
squishy sticky baby vomit kiss,
Never are moments free, stand by me.

The pain is more than I can bare.
Loss of energy, loss of my long hair.
Memories not plans we start to share.
Soon I will no longer be, stand by me.

Heaven called me, I went to the light.
I saw you cry over my bedside that night.
It seems dark, but the future is waiting bright.
I am an angel to see you through, know I will always stand by you.


For Contest Stand by me
date: 1-14-15


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Homeless Words

I see beautiful words
homeless and needing a hand
I reach for my pad and pen
these times are tough
my choice of words are thin
Perhaps they choose me
tell me exactly what to say
These words we help
they also help us
they inspire us everyday


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Panic Room


Here in this room again 
mind’s racing 
the fan on low…

and I’m not to be trusted 
can’t be left alone here
with shot gun temples 
and a soul full of fear

no worse place than now
I can’t yell it more clearly 
I beg for your attention  
but I can’t stand you near me

contradiction swimming
in the blood of my veins
I’d cut off my hands
to send toxins to drain

I’m gutless
yet I’m too gutsy for action
say that in public
imagine the reaction

I sit in whirl pools
but I’ve always hated heat
and claim to take a stand 
but I’m lazy at my seat

and I’m always on time
as I miss the bus again
I lie in your face 
with a devilish grin

I’m harmless 
and swear I didn’t mean it
I talk about my conscience 
still I’ve never seen it 

in a world of swirling confusions
I’m stuck on the spin cycle
madness,
creating contusions
 
my game’s not over
I need a fresh start
I’m begging for new blood 
cus’ I’ve got a good heart


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ONLY IN A DREAM

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dreams of nothing
what more can i say

SKAT


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The Lifetime Clock

Tick tick tick
Tainted not sick
Brick by brick
Look with your eyes 
See for what will hide
As time ticks by

Clock strikes 1
Just want to have fun
Better run
A fatal sigh
As time ticks by

Seconds minutes and the hour
For time holds all power
Fate cannot be faced 
So feel how lies inside time are laced
Hate love life and death are embraced
It’s the life we wish to copy and paste
The love that is to sweet to taste
Hate is to bear
And death is for some to fear
Where the secret does enlye
Time ticks by

Will it be the end
Or is it a gift after that time will send
For some it will not mend
Every drip of life will be drained
Sympathetic drips from the sky will rain
Life will die
As time ticks by
The clock hands lock
Ticks slowly stop
Tick tick tick
Drip drip drip
Times up that’s it 


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Unempathetic Me

I do not love for love, Nor will I hate for hate. Cannot, I, feel for you, To just reciprocate. Unflattering as is, Unempathetic me, An honest truth still is Most complimentary.


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Forever to Endeavor

There is a phrase of words be praised
I’ve heard somewhere before;
Down amongst the dirt and weeds
Of things we most deplore. 

Which rob us of our rightful place
In the shade of dignity and warm sun:
“Forever to endeavor,
Persevere and overcome.”

It might have been a movie scene 
With Clint Eastwood as I recall
Listening to a displaced Indian
Recant their final fall.

Dispensing with philosophy
Of a life lived on the run:
“Forever to endeavor, he said, 
Persevere and overcome.”

Or perhaps another book I’ve read
Or a whisper in the wind;
Those words imbedded deep inside
My memory, like good friends. 

Down in the brain beyond the strain
Of races lost and won:
“Forever to endeavor, they say, 
Persevere and overcome.”

All the slings and arrows
Once released upon us all;
Sorrow and deceit caused by liars and cheats
While struggling over mountains wide and tall.  

Bringing occasional relief but more often defeat
As if trapped inside a spider web well spun:
“Forever to endeavor, they say, 
Persevere and overcome.”


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Dead horizon

It was raining with pain from above
and dews of blood are seeping,
on the windows, houses and asphalt
putting out the fire of life feeling.

from the branches of the oaks from the hill
on a string dead cold bodies are hanging,
down are staying the trails of hope
and in the sky,the last sunset is shining.

and the burned out trees, full of ashes,
are waving in the cold wind alone,
they reopen the door for a moment
and let the soul to go home...

all that is left now is empty,
on the river,the willow is dying,
on the streets the life dead lost feeling
and on the grass the dews of blood crying.


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Fifty-two Blue Beads

I walked in the local Relay for Life
In support of the Cancer Foundation
I have lost too many people that I love
To this horrible abomination

For each lap around the High School track
You received a white bead to put on a string
Every fifth lap resulted in a bead of blue
One full mile completed was its meaning

I started at 6:00 pm that night
After resting throughout the day
I was determined to walk 18 hours straight
As my contribution to help keep cancer at bay

My pledges totaled one hundred dollars a mile
Every blue bead helped me keep count
I wanted to collect all that I could
To bring in the top amount

Most teams consisted of many walkers
Who walked in shifts throughout the night
But my team was just a team of one
Like on a Spirit of St. Louis flight

At 6:15 I received my first blue bead
A four miles an hour pace
If I could keep this up throughout the event
I would surely win first place
(Not that that really mattered)

At 10:00 I had fifteen blue beads
And was already getting tired and sore
But I blocked all that right out of my mind
For the miles I had left were many more

The crowds on the track started thinning out
As the night grew dark and longer
At 3:00 am I got a second (or third) wind
And somehow was walking stronger

By 6:00 am I was practically walking in my sleep
My blisters were starting to bleed
By now I had a second string
To hold all the white and blue beads

At 11:00 am they announced, “One more hour to go”
Fresh new faces started to arrive
I kept plopping one foot in front of the other
Although I had a much shorter stride

When they rang the bell announcing the Relay was over
I finally sat down to count my blue beads
Fifty-two blue beads meant fifty-two miles
And five thousand, two hundred dollars for this need

They packed up the stages and removed all the trash
While in my warm sleeping bag I slept
Everyone was gone when I woke up again
But the promise to my loved ones I had kept


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DaddyTold Me Song on CD

In life to get by, I really do try, very hard to live by,
the old fashioned ways, of how my daddy lived his days,
He often told me not to lie, and when he caught me, it made me cry,
and I still remember him say, son you'll be ok, tomorrow's another day,

Then daddy told me about the war, the first time he wrecked a car,
and of how it made him cry, when some of his friends died,
Then we looked up in the sky, and the whole world felt like ours,
staring high up in  the sky, I just wished that we could fly,

Being young, I asked dad...why?...why do people have to die?
Then I heard him sigh....and say....my oh my oh my,
and he looked me in the eye,
as I yearned for his reply:

Son, people are dying without....and dying within,
with no way out.....hunger starves a friend...
Death is much about, bloody wars that never end...
The whole world, no doubt, suffers from serious sin,

Then we looked high up in the sky, suddenly a shooting star went by,
and the whole world felt like ours, as daddy told me about the stars,
Then I listened to him say, son...tomorrow and everyday...
let nothing stand in your way, and you'll succeed in life....OK.


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Gods Hand

I wonder sometimes how many people Are living their very lives like me With a forever forgiving love filled heart Thats constantly praying for all they see? Feeling as though I'm being guided by Gods hand Observing the people all around our town Watching them all make their life choices Before they are placed below ground I know there are alot of others like me That live life filled with His heartfelt love What we need to do is start showing it As He watches down on us all from above
Dan Kearley:1-3-12


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Underground

Down in the dark
where we live and we breathe.
in a place where most,

could never believe.
Through the smoke and the dust
by our blood and the rust.
Hear the clanging of steel
and in your chest you can feel.
the rumbling of the ground
with it's menacing sound
for where no one has been
is where our treasures be found.

We truck and we toil
we muck and we moil.
May our luck it be royal
and not leave us

stuck in the soil.

For the path that we walk
which leaves us unseen
tucked far away
down in some machine.
Isolated from all
and free at our most
but not free at all
for the shadow
is always close.

Stalking and waiting
for mistakes you'll be making.
It's grip near your neck
reaching for a wreck

But you must be better
and play your cards right.
If you're gonna forever
live where it's night
and on the top of your head
is your one light
and your only chance,
to win this fight

So when the blast sounds off
and you can't chase that cough
when it's strange to see no dirt under your nails
and you no longer care,

for telling tales

Get yourself some sleep,
you'll be up with the sun.
Cause tomorrow.
There's much more work to be done.


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Roads

Only one road leads to heaven
Though many roads lead to hell
That’s a fact I can’t hold back
It’s also one I know real well

When it comes to taking roads
Know that I have taken my share
At the end of the ones that lead to hell
I learned there is truly nothing there

So if you’re searching for empty
And you want to feel a lot of despair
Jump on in swim through some sin
Lose all those who ever did care

But always remember the other road
The one road that’s sunny and bright
Hopes never lost just pay the cost
And let your soul embrace the light


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CANDLES

Broken vows and shattered dreams
Bright future that suddenly dims

The heaviness of pain and sorrow
Making you feel like there’s no tomorrow

You start feeling you’re all alone
Facing this cruel world on your own

Everything is looking so bleak
You feel your soul getting very weak

At times like these just close your eyes
Listen to these words so wise

Touch a friend and see the spark
Friendship is like a candle in the dark

Touch more friends and it gets brighter
Making you feel a whole lot better

Until suddenly it’s dark no more
You have finally reached the shore

So when darkness falls do not fear
Think of friends who are sincere

Just reach out and touch a friend
Someone who will stand by you till the end

Let their laughter ring like bells
Light your way with friendship candles


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Flour Sacks

Life was hard in the money department
My parents had what was called a paid job
Just over basics it was evident
Someone else ate the corn, they got the cob

Life was grand, week to week we ate biscuits
There was sidemeat on our plate with syrup
The salt made the sweet dance by castanet
That simple food had what is called one-up

Then mother lost her job, more biscuits served
Hollyhock flour purchased by twenty pounds
Its brand name stamped across the sack in red
She bleached letters off, she didn't mess around

Fabric to make shirts for me to wear to church
Embroidered by a friend 'pon collar and sleeves
I wore them like a princess, now for them search
In my heart, and for those beautiful clothes grieve 

Finis'
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest: Whatever Happened To Flour Sacks
I saw some flour sacks at Wal-Mart in the last few years
and it was only one time..I did notice that it cost more 
to get the flour sacks..I remember when I began to 
learn to sew that mother gave me flour sacks to 
fancy up to put in my hope chest..I did a technique
where I pulled threads out which left an open weave
on the ends to make fancy dish towels..I also embroidered
them with fancy designs to put in my hope chest..When
I was newly married my mother-in-law would get flour
in a sack with a dish towel sewn into the end seam on it..
I guess one flour company trying to outdo another company.


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BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


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My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?


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Lord, I've Been Hurting

		
	
Lord., I've Been Hurting!

This one thing I am
 most certain…
Lately I’ve been really hurtin’.

I trying to do right, but it 
turns out “wrong.”
Where, in life,
do I really belong?

So many people
 pass me by.
Sometimes, someone
may say;  “hi!”

I don’t know if this message is
 getting across?
I feel so confused and 
completely lost.

A message of “help” has my
 prayer and plea…
For God to reach out to me!

He reached down and
made me whole!
HIS love and compassion
 filled my soul!

Spending time with Jesus
 is time well spent!
It was for you and me that 
Jesus was sent!

By Jim Pemberton


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Stolen Youth

I took a stroll around my mind today
And there I found images, visions at play:
I saw a child, happy carefree
I somehow knew that child wasn’t me
More of a hope, a dream that never came true
That dream, that illusion was shattered by you
I saw a teen innocent naive
For that misled youth I often grieve
I see a bride and her husband to be
But for me that door’s locked and you hold the key
I see the life I should have know
The type of environment in which I should have grown
You’ve taken so very much from my life, 
From my sister, your daughter, my mother, your wife
You’ve haunted my days and tortured my nights
To the memories you leave me I can put up no fight.
I will never forgive you for the pain that you’ve caused
The whole of my life has been slowed down or paused
I only hope that one day I’ll see
How to trust again and learn to be me

________________________________________________

April is child abuse awareness month.
According to Ofsted, 3 children die every week from child abuse in the UK and Wales


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A Tough Guy's Recompense

Stoic, is my demeanor
Masculine through and through
I’m as tough as the tough guys come
More manly than all of you

Emotions are for sissies
My tears had never flown
Catastrophes, I greeted with smiles
Heartbreak I’d never shown

She was all of five years old
The sweetest child I’d ever seen
To be told that she is dying of cancer
Was a diagnosis too obscene

Forty years of pent up feelings
I had learned to keep inside
Putting up a manly façade
Not even knowing what I did hide

And then the door flew open
As wide as wide could be
The dam holding back my humanity
Broke down inside of me

I shaved my head to be like her
I held her little hand
I would cry and laugh and giggle with her
Every moment that I can

Being a man doesn’t mean pretending
That your heart cannot be touched
It means being there to share your love
Helping others when life gets rough

It took a five year old, little girl
To really show me how to be a man
The courage she had to fight her fight
Proved her to be tougher than I am

I no longer hold back tears
I say, “I love you” all the time
Showing the world exactly what I feel
I no longer view as a hideous crime

I wept at her funeral
And, I’ve cried every night since
That door remains wide open
A tough guy’s recompense


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What is Woman

 Love is all I have to give.
Gentle describes my touch.
I will give you all that I have.
Though, I will never ask for much.

Peace is what I bring to your mind.
Hope is what I bring to your soul.
The words that I speak are poetic.
My words are worth more than gold.

God will bring us together.
Our bond will never be undone.
I will be there to help fight your battles;
Though the war may not have yet been won.

I have always been there for you.
Sometimes you let me pass you by.
I will still do all I can to make you happy.
I will console you when you need to cry.

You sometimes look me over.
Though, I will be who you turn to in the end.
I have come to this world in many forms.
I have been your mother, your sister, your friend.

So take this time to acknowledge me.
Give me the recognition I am due.
I am the embodiment of a woman.
A woman that has always been true.

Do not take my love for granted.
Do not toss me aside like a jacket that is worn.
Many of you have heard the saying;
“There is nothing like a woman scorned”.

My heart is a precious gift.
Do not give me pleasure, and then give me pain.
Do not disrespect my body.
Do not take my name in vain.

Please remember who I am.
Acknowledge who I will be in the end.
Know that someday with or without you.
I will be someone’s mother, sister or friend.


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Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


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The River

Sometimes The River is long
at places mighty deep
The currents not always steady,
into the ground, water will seep

Along the way the water rushes,
there's a need to hold it back
A dams not always foolproof,
sometimes it'll form a crack

The water will rise quickly,
over the banks it will flood
Tearing, ripping, and destroying,
causing destruction, spilling blood

To each person The River differs
With time, changes are made
The enemy can cause erosion
and the waters began to fade

Muddy with deceptive influence
or perfect clarity, to vision
How The River flows is ultimately,
each persons own decision

The River can be very short,
where it comes to an abrupt end
or it can form a tributary,
where a new life will begin

So, when you follow this river,
The River that we call "Life"
May your journey flow freely,
devoid of pain and strife

Don't let the water become polluted,
with corruption and decay
Live your life to the,
fullest every single day


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Romantic Ways To Say

We are surrounded by romance everyday
As the crickets serenade us with their play
The rushing water of the creek opens the door
To tunes our love hasn't heard before..

This romance that feeds our love 
When we observe the Turtle Doves
The Bluebirds that flirt and cavort
Romance abounds close to us

We dont' have to run about
Miles away to have fun and play
So glad that each day offers
Romantic ways for couples to say

I love you.......


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Being

What is existence that merely lives,
moves and breathes and simply is;
life that just takes space in time
or leaves its beauty so sublime;
a slow dance glide that never soars,
or fandango spins across the floor;
one that wastes the gift and dies,
where n'er another being cries
- or in its passing Heaven sighs...


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"The Present"

Today is a gift, given in love, the gift of life that comes from above. a breath of fresh air or a 
walk in the park, hot sun on your skin or the moon after dark. to be able to see or to hear a 
fresh breeze, is still not enough for some people to please. look at the poor with no shoes on 
their feet, or those that are hungry with nothing to eat. bread and water alone would suit 
them just fine, they do not need a ribeye to fine dine. how about those paralyzed in a chair, 
forever dependant on others for care. or those that are homeless and labled a bumb, yet still 
find some change to give someone with none. then the rich that are greedy will do anything, 
to get what they want without ever giving. still sooner or later the greed takes its toll, and 
lucky are those who do not sell their soul. then some, working two jobs, complain about what 
they dont have, but have plenty of food, a warm bed and a bath. we all need to learn how to 
give what we can, our money, our time or a warm helping hand. a simple smile at someone 
could brighten their day, just like it will ours when a smile comes our way. we all have our 
ups, our downs and our fears, our worries, our struggles and occasional tears. life is not 
easy, we learn as we go, but the mistakes that we make is what helps us to grow. one day 
at a time is what its about, and life is  too short to not make each second count. so with this 
in mind, lets all kneel down and pray, and give thanks to God for only this day. yesterdays 
gone and tomorrow is near, so we must do all we can while today is still here. staying true to 
ourselves and to others, staying pleasant, today is a gift thats why they call it the present.


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No more tears

When you first left I could not cry
I never shed a tear
I found myself so all alone
taken over by the fear

I went for days my heart enslaved
it was more than I could bare
So hard for me to finally see
my love you would not share

Why is it when our hearts are broken
we try so hard to find a token
Just some little thing to hold on to
a remembrance of a love once true

I found a poem you wrote for me
its purpose was so plain to see
You spoke of love and life a new
It made me want to cherish you

I read it several times within
and then again out loud
It was then my heart did wither so
as if covered by a shroud

I remember falling to my knees
and calling out your name
I knew right then my life would change
and never be the same

I pulled myself up off the floor
and ventured to the door
and as I walked outside to breathe
my tears began to pour

I cried all day and into night
I had no will I could not fight
I cried so long and hard it seemed
an endless flow of tears did stream

Inside myself I went that day
contented less yet doomed to stay
I have not cried out loud since then
I have no tears left here to spend

Perhaps the day will come once more
when I may venture out that door
And lift this pain upon my heart
Reach out and give new love a start...


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Can I

Can I be considered a Poet
If I don't know the styles
Or is it more about expressing
Life's joys and it's trials

I forget about the formula
I rarely get it right
I place the words upon the page
In hopes that they take flight

They never have a chance to fly
Without you reading them
You are my motivation
That's why I do it all again

Exchange of ideas
Words can cast a spell
Lines on a page
With a story to tell


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Choose to be

Written on: 4th and 5th April 2012.
by : sashi.prabhu

The beaten path seems sinewy lean but somnolently long, In my life’s journey, forgot to whiff sweet fragrance flowers beside these paths as I walked along. But I have reconciled and solemnly pledge not to ever repent, nor Cry or weep over my life’s time aimlessly spent Will strive tirelessly to work on creative pursuits, To those conniving rascals standing beside my life’s pathway care two hoots. On my gifts talents and skills focus and resolve, My heart and mind deeply involve and take myself to the next level and I profoundly evolve. Life it has begun to seem to me now very much brighter, My body, mind and heart they all feel joyous nimble and lighter. Have changed myself like the astute breeze, Harmoniously and with simplicity have begun to live my life with ease. Now, I seek inward courage to emphatically say, Looking into their mind’s eyes “please make way”. I have got stuff to do and keep life’s somber and sepulchral processes at bay, My desire now to change is ever firmer than my wish the same to stay. Now I have made up my mind to let them know the truth, I really would not bother if I shatter their “illusions” and sound terribly uncouth…………. I am not what happens to me I am what I choose to be… I am me……… M FOR ME
By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)


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Broken

So many words left unspoken

so many hearts that were broken

You told me so many lies

Now all I'm left with is your goodbyes

I wanted to know

I wasn't ready to let go

Why did you leave

I really thought I could beileve

All that we were

now it's all a blur

Too young to notice

I guess I just lost my focus

I was foolish but I can see

you never wanted me.

I was stupid,I was wrong

I should have known all along

Selfish thoughts and dreams

This whole thing came apart at the seams

No more hurt or pain

I will no longer love in vain

So this is my new call

I will look before I fall

So many words left unspoken

But here's to this one...

I can never be broken!!!


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Sometimes We Just Have to Get Naked

Sometimes, we just have to get naked
Sometimes, we must bare our own soul
Sometimes, we can no longer fake it
Being ourselves becomes our new goal

We are fitted for outfits by parents and teachers
We are told what to think and how we should feel
Once we get past the shame adorned by the preachers
We learn it’s ourselves we ought to reveal

Sometimes, we just have to get naked
Sometimes, we must bare our own soul
Sometimes, we can no longer fake it
Being ourselves becomes our new goal

So, don’t be afraid to share your own beauty
Don’t be afraid to strip naked today
Being true to yourself should be your new duty
Those who can’t take it can just look away

Sometimes, we just have to get naked
Sometimes, we must bare our own soul
Sometimes, we can no longer fake it
Being ourselves becomes our new goal


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Tell Me

Can it truly be
That the existence of you and me
Will be as if it never were
With no him and with no her?

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That the formation of a family
Will be a thing of naught,
An entity that time forgot?

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That our sacrifices to live free
Will count for little worthwhile,
Except for pimps primping in their guile.

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That universes without end
Are the happenstances of luck and chance
An invitation to join a celestial dance.

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That Mother’s scored back and hands
Were hardly signs of ceaseless labor
Only barely more than rendering us a favor.

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That the growing number of empty chairs
Symbolize nothing that need give pause,
Many of their occupants were rife with flaws.

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That when dreamless sleep owns mine and me
The toil and the striving and the loving we knew
Won’t matter as much as a robin’s fall call
Mind not that in earnest we gave life our all.

Tell me.


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My Last Good-bye

It happened to me one night – when I was coming home late from work;
The police report said he ran a red light – going 80, some drunken jerk.
I didn’t know just what hit me – I didn’t experience any hurt or pain;
Just a moment of instant recognition – that my life had met its end.

I floated around in darkness – hearing a beeping in my head;
Sensing that you were near me – lying vigil by my bed.
They gave you a medical explanation – for the tears upon my face,
But you knew that I was crying – being stuck in this unconscious place.

My body needed to release me – but my soul didn’t want to go;
I had gone to work that morning – without telling you I loved you so.
They said it was a reflexive action – squeezing your hand at the flat line,
But it was me saying my last good-bye – and, I love you, one more time.

Please don’t you grieve too long – you have plenty of life left to live;
And it really is okay – to find somebody else your love to give.
And when you do, don’t make the mistake – that I made on that fatal day,
Before leaving the house each morning – “I love you”, is what you should say.


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Family

by Michael J Falotico

                                                  Family is something I lost for a period of time..
                                              I lost track what was important and what was mine..
                                                 On the stairs of life I've certainly have missed a few..
                                                         I laid in a bed of old rather then new..
                                                 No light from the sky or voices in my head were 
                                                    needed to show me a course that I was led..
                                             Just Family and the most simple act of caring and love
                                                   is all it took to open my eyes and see above..
                                                 I'm there crutch when life is hard and their in need..
                                         And they are my crutch when I'm down and can't be freed..
                                                 With both crutches we walk together tall and strong..
                                                Because without Family it's just music with no song..
    

inspired by Linda The SweetHeart
of Poetry Soup


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Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end. 
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my Mr. Right!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe. 
Then sadly the Dr. said "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed. 
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


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A Fragrant Domain

When in pain,
It seems our life is only pain
And it is hard to see a place
With no pain.
Don't feed a pain
By looking at all the other pains
That in your life you can locate
Find the sane.
Find the cane to stand up again
Let your eyes rest upon flowery terrain
A happy place.
If it rains
Think of it as God's cleaning day
Smell the fresh smell of it and regain
A fragrant domain.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 07.31.10


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Transformation

I saw it in the deep river of red,
and goose bumps arose on my flesh.
Stepping in to the cool, cool water,
I sunk deeper surrounded in spirits matter.
Currents took me by the hand
pulling me further across the land.
I came upon this light of blue
rejoicing as away my ego flew
leaving me free to take spirits hand.

I walked with spirit for a long, long while,
relishing the benevolence with my peaceful smile.
He spoke of things that I held within my soul;
A kindness and gentleness was my true goal.
He showed me the truth from his lightness of being
a picture of forgiveness for all living beings.
It was only here that we would find
a pureness of love to carry us during this time.
I thanked spirit gladly then returned back to shore.

Gale Lynne


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If We Are All Just Dreaming and Life Has No Meaning

If we’re all just dreaming and life has no meaning And tomorrow’s no better or worse Than what we do now is pointless somehow Including another new verse. To this one uplifted From one that was shifted From down in the deep bottom bilge; If life is a squander Then why do we wander In search of our fortunes and fills. If love has no reason And winter’s no season And snow never falls from the sky; If the past is pointless and memories dim Why even open our eyes? From this slumbering state This giant mistake Of human existence and emotions; If we’re all just dreaming and life has no meaning We should all go drown in the oceans.


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Peace of Mind

Have you seen the soft and fluffy clouds
drifting slowly through the skies,
while you sit and listen quietly
to animals mating cries?

Have you seen the purple twilight
as nighttime starts to show?
Have you seen a million stars appear
and make the sky aglow?

Have you seen the golden moonlight
caress the surging tide?
Have you camped beside a campfire
with your loved ones by your side?

Have you heard a songbird singing
on a quiet summer night?
Have you seen a night-owl flying by
just before daylight?

Have you stood atop a mountain
and gazed out upon the land?
Have you seen some cattle grazing
in the fields so green and grand?

There's so much beauty in this world,
be observant and you'll find,
if you just step back and take it in,
it can give you Peace of Mind!






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I Fix My Eyes On Eternity

I Fix My Eyes On Eternity “17 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18 So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Cor 4:17-18 NIV I Fix My Eyes On Eternity, And deny my flesh worldly lusts. The will of the flesh reaps corruption; The will of the Spirit’s a must. I will live soberly and righteously By the power of God from on high. I depend entirely on my Father— His promises, He’ll not deny. My sinful nature has been put to death; My life’s now hidden with my Lord. I Fix My Eyes On Eternity, Enabling me to stay in heaven’s accord. My Lord will purify me And redeem me from every lawless deed. In my heart, He’s fixed eternity To grow and bloom like a farmer’s seed. I look for the blessed hope And the glorious second coming of my Lord. To focus on this world and its cares, I simply cannot afford. Christ is the author and finisher Of my faith that does reside. In His grace and loving mercy, My life I presently hide. I Fix My Eyes On Eternity— Life in heaven and the earth made new. My heart yearns for the permanent; Not like earth’s temporary venue. I imagine my body made immortal— No more pain or sickness within. A life that’s filled with joy, peace and love— A kingdom that’s free from sin! © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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Letter to a '" Gentle Man " ( Repost )

He was quiet, and so very shy
His Loving " Poetry " , caught my eye

I felt his Tender Heart, flutter for me
I saw his Loving Heart ; Pen POETRY

Beautiful POETRY, and " I "  “The wonder of his words”
My Heart entwines with his, Everlasting LOVE : Endures

Throughout the Eons of Forever I have watched his sadness
My Beloved, Your Eternal Love Always brings my Heart Gladness

You sit beside me, at the Never ending banqueting  tables of Heaven
Alas : do not waste Your Love, waiting to be with me in Eden’s Garden

I see in the window of Your Heart, the mirror of Your Soul
The image in Your eyes, " Barbara Jean " and YOU Picnic on a California Knoll

The fond memories of Your breath, caressing my breast,  are now Hers
My Spirit smiles at Your happiness : Love Her as You do me
My Heart elated to see You Love again , long lost Emotions stir :
Barbara Jean , Take care of and Love  this “Gentle Man” for all Eternity
Bring Joy to his Life again , and to me Satisfaction that He "is" LOVED again

Inspired by Nathan Dilts’ Contest “ The Opposite Sex”
Dedicated to  " Barbara Jean " ; By " Lenore Ellen "
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WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN

    WATCHING A SUMMER STORM IN DOYLESTOWN
I was laid to rest, 
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say 
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.

If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.

I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.

I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.

I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things should be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
yet I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.


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Borrowing Hues of Nature

My sweet angels, am designing a new house for you God, please may I borrow your lavish natural hues? That particular soothing shade of sky blue I'd use as my shelter, my roof would look good too! For the walls I'll take that calming green Mattresses of fluffy clouds, the whitest ever seen Twilight pink drapes, my gal's Fav color its always been Woody brown chairs, for my sleepy frame to lean. A little golden glitter, from delight of the sun A silvery shimmer mixed, the magic has begun Let stars twinkle bright in the room of my son A sky dreamer, he's always been one. An all season garden blossoming blooming forever Yellow sunflowers, violets and lilacs, splendorous ever Crimson beaked robins, saffron flamingos, amber beavers Amazing creatures and wondrous bottle-nest weavers. There will be a VIBGYOR arc always outside the window My children shall play hide and seek below Air kisses, to me, shall their rosy red lips blow As their scarlet cherry chubby cheeks glow! 20/7/2012


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Hand in hand

I dont think people will understand
how i'd love to walk along the beach with you
hand in hand
as we walk under the sunny skies
i'd turn and gaze  into your beautiful eyes
i'd tell you you are special and that  i'd give love a chance
but in my heart i know you'd never give me a second glance
I care about you so much
but accept it will never be
as i dont think you feel the same way as me
but if one day you feel that you  care too
you know i will be there just waiting for you
the journey has been long and on you
 i will never give up
I just keep looking to the Lord
when all seems lost  he keeps filling my cup
he will keep me strong in the time to come
for i know his will be done.  Amen 


 not my will but yours he said, 

  what will be will be God knows what is meant to be. may ther Lord have his way in your life and may every spirtual blessing be yours. 

for my friend, who has been hurt so many times and is just holding back on this one chance of happiness  ,  may God bless you and give you strength and courage to face each day may he be with you and comfort you in all that you do and just bring his peace to you.  Amen  




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The Mastermind

The Mastermind isn't keen or shy.
Though some have deemed him pretty sly,
His life just keeps on passing by
And in the end, he’s a normal guy.

He speaks good French but he's not from France.
He lives in a dream, dwells in a trance.
His life never quite seems too advanced
But he thinks it’s a fine song and dance.

He gets a lot of his elation
From instant-messaging conversation
He also puts to application
His years of gathered information.

He doesn't go out very often,
Or refer to himself in the third person,
He did this time though, to get a grin
And he wants to learn the violin.

The important part is yet to come,
He chews his nails instead of gum
He sings a tune and hums a hum,
While calculating his life's sum.

The Mastermind is sharp and slick.
He counts the seconds as they tick
Things tend to click in his mind pretty quick,
And he carries the Devil's walking stick.

Like everyone else he dreams of fame,
And like some out there he plays The Game.
People tend to mispronounce his name:
He pretends to care and thinks its lame.

He's not very sexy or defined,
But considers himself a rare find.
If you meet him he'll be very kind,
That's who he is... The Mastermind.


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Begging Change from Society

The busted fire hydrant on the corner sprays water down like rain.
Water gushes down the dirty gutter, relieving this humid pain.

Sipping iced tea in their air-conditioned houses on the hill or in high-rise,
They don’t know how the streets burn little feet, or pretend not to realize. 

They call us poor white trash, no charity we are shown.
I can virtually live on nothing when nothing is all I’ve known.

College I finished on top of the class.  How far did it get me?
I have nowhere to hang my hat or wall to hang my degree.

The streets teach lessons of a hard knocks life.
You learn to survive despite hunger and strife. 

You learn how to rob Peter in order to pay Paul,
And that stale, day old bread’s better than no bread at all.

You quickly find out just how warm the newspaper can be,
As you hold a cardboard sign, begging change from society.

Laid off from your job with no severance pay,
It doesn’t take long ‘til you’ve got nowhere to stay.

No family to help you when the chips are down,
You find yourself walking the mean streets of town.

How will you turn your whole life around?
Get a job and regular pay when you’re sleeping on the ground?

You need more than a meal and night’s stay in a shelter,
You need society to give a damn and be a real helper.

Quit ignoring the problem.  Don’t look the other way.
Do something to help.  That could easily be you some day.


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Nothings end

I've been asked what to do at nothings end
Not knowing who not knowing were
All I know is your not there
Your in my head your in my dreams
Your everything I want to be
Painted walls painted dreams
You try to cover everything
I know I might not be the best
I need to lay my heart at rest
Loving you has allways been 
A sinfull thing at nothings end
I'm done with you I'm done with this
Let's end this with a simple kiss
Your still in my head and in my dreams
I guess that will never change
All tho we've said our goodbyes time and time again
It all seems to remain the same at nothings end.






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Magic Incarnate

On indigo oceans and emerald seas
by arctic wind and tropical breeze
in valleys forgotten amongst ancient trees
the essence of magic is bourne among these.

Much knowledge is found in the eyes of a doe
the rabbit who senses the way the winds blow
uncanny, the wit, of the common black crow
the flora and fauna, much do they know.

Mankind, so proud of being supreme
but things are quite often not what they seem
much can be learned from river and stream
and many a truth can be found in a dream.


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A Walk On The Sand

We knew love together hand in hand.
Memories are still living.
With are walks upon the sand.

Seashells in a old wooden box.
The oceans spray.
A vanishing form down by the old 
docks.

A bottle without a message
comes in with the tide.
Try as I must this pain
I cannot hide.

That old lighthouse stands as
strong as should I.
The tide changes yet never does die.


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They Tell Me

Smile they tell me
Laugh, they tell me
Look up, they tell me
I'm scared
You're loved, they tell me
Encircled, they tell me
Not lonely, they tell me
Unprepared
I'm worthless, so tell me
Just why they tell me
I'm loved.. oh? Tell me
Just why
I'm shaking and lonely
Lost and not homely 
A tear in my eye,
This sky
Is calling upon me
Is falling upon me
It's downing upon me,
In the dirt 
Life's hopeful, they tell me
"I didn't mean that", they tell me
"It doesn't matter," I say, 
"it hurt"


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A Season's Dance

She wanted me to dance, to dance away It was the spring, within the month of May Still to this day I can see her movements We went around in circles, made statements Sun was filtered down from heaven above Warming the ground and flowers with a shove Letting things bloom is the dance we both shared Gorgeous moment, as one showing we cared Then we slipped into the summer’s proud dance Heat masterfully expresses the prance Around I spin you, and you delve in me I feel a piece of you in summer breeze Here again flowers run abundantly They enjoy the storms as those flow freely We danced throughout the summer with some sweat Proudly showing we danced, best as of yet And now the dance blows quickly into dusk Colors shows beauty like our dance-like musk Leaves shower down onto our very steps We dance into the warmth of the doorsteps Glowing around from the cool sunsets here Things slow down and don’t burn up like with fear She showed me her dancing moves with romance Awesome feelings come from our swinging dance I spin her around in the winter’s grace I clasp her tight as the snow falls in place Whiteness covers the ground and life ceases Leaving beauty from death and its pieces The air looks stale and stagnant with a bite Showing blossoms of winter blooms alright We danced with a deep feeling in this time Frozen was our breath, but warm our sublime She steps it off, and returns back to spring Feeling the warmth back onto her gold ring After a year of seasons we return To the start of real beauty to discern
Russell Sivey Contest: A Season's Dance Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 9/27/2013


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The Illusion of Magic

It's the empty spaces
That we long to fill
It's our lifelong dreams
Lying unfulfilled

The apathy takes hold
The caring ceases
A semblance of a normal life
Lies at our feet in pieces

When the magic no longer amazes
And charm has all but died
Nothing left to hold onto but hope
And give it another try


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Nothing is New

The date has changed,
Calendars and desk pads are rearranged,
What else is especially new?
Birthdays, weddings, reminder notes?
Perhaps hope?

The month has changed,
Everything else remains the same,
What else is especially new?
The season, vacations, new schemes?
Perhaps dreams?

Our age has changed,
Problems that we overcame,
What else is especially new?
Our prayers for wars to cease?
Perhaps peace?

Nothing has changed,
Turmoil and hate remain,
Nothing is new...


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When We Were Young

I remember precisely how perfect it was.
When every answer was simply, just because.
How we spent everyday, lovingly in the sun.
As good as it gets, as good as good does.
Always an adventure, always so much fun.
When we were who we were, 
when we were both young.

And when we first felt, how it felt, what it feels to feel love.
How it lifted us up, so high and above.
When the worst part of our day, was just it being done.
What a snug fit, like a hand in a glove.
Such a great love, our hearts so flung.
When we were who we were,
when we were both young.

How our feelings for each other, how they so grew.
And whenever we saw one another, how it always felt new.
With such cheerful delight, the songs that I sung.
While you looked into me, as I sang them to you. 
Into each others arms, where always we sprung.
When we were who we were,
when we were both young.

And alas I remember, when we grew apart.
When we went our own ways, and our new lives we'd both start.
When it was all over, and all said and done.
I never admitted of my broken heart.
Even though it's all gone, bad feelings I've none.
Of when we were who we were,
when we were both young.


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Who will free my soul

WHO WILL FREE MY SOUL?

Criticism and sarcastic words is all i hear,
Nobody ever appreciates my efforts.
Failure and fiasco is all fear,
Inspiration derived doesn’t seem to comfort.

Mask I put won’t conceal my pain.
Favors made, countless I pray.
I’m being controlled like horse’s rein.
To my oppressors, I am a prey.

Torturing my body will not tame,
The deeds done won’t reveal my compassion.
To go down this way will only embrace my name.
But who ought to test my oppression?

My character resembles a fragment,
Nothing to reform to, my incarnation unknown
Broken inside diversify my temperament,
When I die, will I reincarnate and be renowned?

My purpose in this world is incarcerated.
Confiscating my dreams in contempt,
My dilapidated soul is imprisoned.
Who will bail me out? Oh! Dear, who ought to attempt?

An endeavor to convince of my righteousness,
Is like beating a dead horse.
Crystal washing my mistakes won’t justify my fallibleness,
But will craft my conscience till I passenger the hearse!

					By Willem Pietersen


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The only relevant fear

The piercing stench of sulfur and death tears through my nostrils
Angels of retribution spread disaster as told by many apostles
My flesh melts but leaves not the bone like skin encasing the sun
legions of demons surround me leaving nowhere to run

I pray to be lifeless not realising I hold no breath
The weight of my sins within so strong they deform my chest
An unending thirst for mercy develops that can never be quenched
my transgressions pile onto my spirit an I am now entrenched

I have become eternally comfortless as my book of life sealed
I could have changed my lifestyle but to late I have been killed

This scenario alone I fear phobically and so I attempt to humbly
ask for forgiveness daily to protect my soul spiritually

Sha'ntez Jefferson
10/30/12
Whats your fear contest


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Loved

I love you, did I tell you enough?
I know life has been very tough.

My heart belongs to you.. 
Back to that day I said I do...

Do we have a future together?
Or does it end now and forever?

I love you, these words are heartfelt.
I wanted you to know how I really felt.

I am glad that we are still united as one.
I want our lives and our love to carry on.

I love you, from my heart and my soul.
I want you in my arms to have and to hold.

Today you have to catch your plane.
Starting a new job I couldn't get it arranged.

I have a fear in my heart that it might crash.
Reassuring me, you say you'll be back in a flash.

That night, I got a knock at the front door.
I went numb at the news I heard forsure.

On my telephone, was your voice one last time.
"I love you"...and that ended the line.

On my knees, with my face in my hands.
I lost my only love I did not understand.

My life without my love is tormenting.
Everyday, every night and every morning.

I love you I hope to see you soon one day.
Hoping to have that chance I cry and I pray.


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Love Never Dies

What is life without love?
And love without loss
For what is lost is loved
And what is loved is alive in our hearts!
Sometimes with look at things so carelessly
Like the end is so near
Like all else doesn’t matter
And we’re left in despair
Like love is nothing but an action
Not really felt nor found,
But made and used…
For just fooling around
Like if I died today
And no one cried
Would that mean that no one loved me?
Because all eyes were dry
No! It means they still think of you
As if you were still alive
They will keep loving you!
Because in there hearts you survived!
Don’t take love so lightly
Care for those in need
Look at what’s around you
Give way for a good deed!
Make life worth living
Make way for happy thoughts
Set goals and ambitions
Die proudly knowing you fought….
Fought for what’s good
And worth living for
Because when the time comes
Those closest to you will walk out that door!
Just keep walking with heads held high
For in your hearts they’ll stay
Knowing that they inspired you
They made you into who you are today!


Eliel202


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Jesus footles

Jesus came  
                  was slain

 crucified  died

                      he's alive

Jesus is risen
                    we forgiven

compassionate friend 
                             untill the end

father spirit son
                        three in one

Bibles read
                well fed
 sing 
      to our king

pray
      everyday 


Jesus' style
                 to reconcile

Happy days
                  God's ways

peace be 
             with thee   amen





                            






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Dogmatic Doctrine

Can I kiss a Catholic
or a Muslim or a Jew,
A Buddhist or an Atheist,
a Sikh or a Hindu?
Can I share their faith with them
and not condemn my soul,
To eternal persecution
in the Devil’s deepest hole?

Can I offer love to those
who are not always straight.
Who’s love is shared with their own sex
or either kind of mate?
If so, am I a pervert
who can’t pass through heaven’s gate,
is it true that love can lead to hell
as surely as can hate?

Can I really lead a life
rejecting all I find
that meet the inner feelings
that have formed within my mind?
Is it true that I’ve no right to choose
the things I want to do,
but just accept I must conform
to things that can’t be true?

If this is so, I’ll tell you,
then this life is really hell,
the Devil’s won already
we are bound within his spell.
But I’m sure that God Almighty
is around for All Mankind,
whatever path we follow
or whatever love we find.

Ivor G Davies


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Red Neck (Psalms and Proverbs)

For those concerned of my muse
My red neck proverbs,  please don’t refuse,

If those considered to be, of lesser degree,
Could gain confidence in themselves,  to see,

Refusing to be put down by some carnal mind,
Thank you! My love in my heart is fine,
Rather! It’s the mind that’s out of line,

For all of life will be set straight,
Before entry into the gate,
Given time, by the settling of the mind,

Although we may think we know,
Given to the mind so,
In our life, if there’s strife,
Will certainly show,

Proof there is in the pudding,
Being a gooden,
If mind wooden, blow so, and show,  
Strife,  in life so,

If a little toad frog had wings,
Wooden be given to his many flings,
Bumping little buttocks along on the ground,
Butt twood,- be heaven bound!!
                                       Selah!

9-9-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

Ever once in a while, I write a poem that I feel like, is good enought
to dedicate to someone."Carolyn Devonshire" this your lucky or sad
day, depending upon your own opinion of the poem dedicated!
Your dedication in your comments on poems in Poetry Soup, mine 
included, are certainly a source of inspiration to me, as I am sure others. 
God Bless you, Sincerely, John Moses Freeman


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Face Of A Beggar Child

FACE OF A BEGGAR CHILD

I saw your tear-stained face O’ child
It swam before my eyes at night
I clearly saw your life’s struggle,
Your painful hunger pangs and fright.

In my dreams I could clearly see
Your shredded clothes and unkempt hair.
At such a tender age O’ child,
On your face it was all written there.

No one to care for you my child
No one to call your very own.
No mother nor father to call you son, 
No siblings to call you come hither bro’.

I wondered how you came to be
In such a distressed way of life
Each day you have to beg for alms
And face the world’s rage and strife.

Were you the victim of natural disaster,
Like quake or floods epidemic or plague.
Or was it due to human vices
Like war or bloody bath of  death.

Were you  lost in busy hustle of life,
Was it all due to human greed.
Were you the fruit of sin and tossed,
Amidst dirty dustbin where dogs came to feed.

Your tear-stained face swims before my eyes,
And asks me how it came to be.
That  God created all humans alike,
But gave them different destiny.

Oh God, this your humble servant,
Asks you just one small question.
If there are so many tear-stained faces present,
Why Mother Teressa was only one.


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War in the Street


War
in the street
faces 
marred by defeat
crying, fighting
kicking, biting

where is the truth they’re refusing?
can’t you see humanity is losing?

sapphires 
seeking retribution
victims 
of senseless persecution
amnesty 
road blocked by political futility
stubborn leaders
breeding this brutality

martyrs 
paving ways brave and proud
but signs say, ”NO PROTESTING ALLOWED!"
people 
risking their lives
to benefit future generations
placing themselves on shelves
for the sake of their children's salvation

for now, they fall
bludgeoned in defeat 
with hopes of a brighter tomorrow
for this bloodshed today in the street

~JSLambert

© 2011 JSLambert


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Mighty River

Power begins a trickle,
     Becomes a river,
          From the giver,
               Of a river!

Infinity of divinity,
     Infinity, unlimited,
          Infinity, power’s potential,
               Mighty river eventual,
                    Life’s essential,
                         Love potential!

Infinity of divinity,
     The beginning of thee,
           Many to see,
                Pure love light,
                     The holy sight,
                          Out of void night!
Matrix power,
     Becomes a might tower,
          As people of the power,
               Many think not, in the hour,
                    To keep humanity from sour!

Infinity of divinity,
     Many think not,
          To supersede,
               Our world in need,
                    Of a bleed,
                    Of hatred and greed!

The river will indeed,
     Plant new seeds,
          Of Christly speed,
               As the spirit pleads!

Souls under alter of wrath,
     Writ Love’s epitaph,
          Now voice their request,
               For a God that’s rest!

 The ancient of age,
     Turns to their page,
          And lays siege,
               Enough is enough,
                    Love is not a bluff,
                         The river has enough of world’s stuff!
Do men cry,
     Do men sigh,
          Depends on the eye,
               Single,
                    Or mingled,
                         With new finagled,
                              Minded angle!
Or pure, and true,
     So true, it’s blue,
          A river,
               That will never,
                    Run dry,
                         Because of sty,
                              On mens eye!
Beware, take care,
     There is a false river,
          It runs along side,
               The true river guide,
                    It isn’t the giver,
                         The true river,
                              It will never deliver,
                                   Not a sliver,
                                        Of life in this river,
                                             Not of love’s river,
                                                  The life giver!
Central control,
     Very meek, but bold,
           Hidden in mind’s fold,
                God Gold!
 
 Form:Thought Drops (Of Love) 7-9-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


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Defiance

 
Defiance
Digging in my heels I’m ready to run, onward I go with my back to the rising sun
Shadow demons be gone pester me not, I’ll run so fast that you’ll soon be forgot
Newly reborn with no sign of a savior, renouncing the old ways desolate behavior
Forged in fathoms of what could have been, not knowing how not knowing when
My legs tighten I take off in the sand, in search of tomorrow in search of new land
Burning back from the sweltering heat, blisters echo my pain in my pounding feet
Relentless I run from my shoes I break free, running as fast as I can to my destiny
Dried out earth slowly turns green, desert skies of red turn a blue and white serene
Grass under foot a new way is found, no longer am I tethered no longer am I bound
Freedom calls to me bellowing from within, where will it end where should it begin
Breaking the summit confident I leap, my dreams my desires these things I will keep
Diving down toward the crystal river, no more regret no more fear not even a sliver
Splashing down into the waters cleanse, my conviction is what my success depends
Swimming to the shore naked to the sun, it’s my time to rebuild my time has begun
Drakavai2013


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The Lion and The Lamb

Church bells will peel from the towers
As clocks strike the midnight hour
Angels and church choirs will sing
Joy to the world from the new born King
Come to a world in need of healing
During this time of deepest appealing
Sister moon and the stars shine ever bright!
Adorn the skies on the holiest of nights!
Babies asleep infused with God’s gifts
Birth of “Love” comes to mend all rifts
Memories forever, our young ones will keep
To last a life time in hearts so deep
Children yearn for love the most and need
Food for body and soul teach them to sow
They journey in desert and rivers as they grow
Make them fit for potent storms on the winds
For our lives are songs each of us sings 
Good works are needed, yet seek after faith
Eternity comes for you and I on any date
Not much time, keep watch how sand flows
Even wind whispers secrets that it knows
Look around you; evil is taking its toll 
Step outside your little world, go take a stroll
Use to be roses first bloom in early May
By summer’s end roses should be yawning away
Now, winter’s near, yet new buds appearing
Subtle changes are up and it is alarming!
Ignore the signs; this mighty dam’s 'bout to burst
Soon the idol, “jade water” will turn to dust
Time to replace our idols with the real deal
Before our final fate is sealed
Place our faith in the one we can trust 
God is Love, but He is also Just
The Lion and the Lamb
The Great I Am!
Calling all; hear his voice
While it's still our choice!
             ~*~


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A Journey

As we travel along with a heart full of song,
We've a dream that hangs on a rope;
Like a lantern of light, shining at night,
She shines on the fair dwelling called hope.

The arms of time roll round as we climb,
And our youth fades fast with the years;
With a soul grown numb, with sorrows we come,
Back to the valley of tears.

Still forward we press with faults to confess,
With hearts that need much repair;
Where glistening gleams on soft sunbeams,
Shines on a world of despair.

All lives need change but the heart can estrange,
A soul from the Father above;
And reviling the rod administered by God,
Brings chastening He calls Love.


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Woodpecker

I keep pecking at the tree of life
Only finding the bugs of strife.
No nourishment for my aching heart
No detailed map or starry chart.

Pieces of bark I chip away
Searching for the essence of yesterday.
Rings of wisdom in the tree
My eyes too blind to clearly see.

The autumn of my life is here
For spring and summer I shed a tear.
For if I knew what I know now
Would have done it different somehow.

Yet different choices would have led
To different sets of regret.
Better to stop pecking at the tree
Maybe it made, for a better me.


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Living God's Way

Love God above all,
With your heart, soul and mind.
This is the greatest,
Command you will find.

Love one another,
Your enemies, too,
Pray for them also,
This is God's will for you.

Do not be angry,
Always forgive.
This is the way,
Jesus wants us to live.

Give to the poor,
But don't make a scene.
Remember, God the Father,
Sees everything.

Let the good that you do,
Be done for the Lord.
Don't look for man's praise,
Or you'll lose your reward.

Don't collect riches,
They'll disappear fast.
But store up in heaven,
Spiritual treasure that lasts.

Don't cheat on your spouse,
Keep your eyes free from sin.
Make Christ your sure focus,
So temptation won't win.

Do not worry about,
What you eat, drink or wear.
Your Father in heaven,
Is always aware.

He knows what you need,
And He'll provide what is best,
If you seek first His kingdom,
He'll take care of the rest.

And last, but not least,
In all that you do,
Treat others the way,
You want them to treat you.

2012


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That First

We can have many but none 
will ever erase that first.
Barbwire confessions 

In a dessert in a moment of passion she did quench 
my thirst.
And so  with any plessure must come the pain. 
A broken heart spreads like a infection.
Simple memories washed clean by the summers rain.

I wonder only night and day.
Pretend to think beyond a moments reflection.
But still my heart does betray.

As teens stumble through awkward moments 
yerning  for that unspoken feeling with a intense burst
they fall in and out of that trademark emotion.
Forgetting the last only to recall that first.

Im  speaking  about more than action.
Seldom do we admit the innocence.
Hide the truth and flaunt satisfaction.

Tainted is the blood in the kiss.
Time holds its portrait.
Dark was that night but never dark as this.

I confess i loved you  eternal.
As i treated you the worst.
forever in confines  sweet and bitter.
Burried in emotions in honor of that first.   


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OUR MANY BLESSINGS

OUR MANY BLESSINGS
By the Poets Listed in the first comment
 
Life is full of wonderment and blessings well received.
The greatest gift, so well conceived, the freedom to believe.
Thanking God that in this glorious world He perceived.
There, stands today beauty and grandeur that awed we can achieve.
Our ancestors, many moons ago, the motherland did flee.
Enriching lives, harvest, and family in this land of milk and honey.
Gratitude after we gathered the fruits of our great labors.
Holding hands with love we pray with family, friends, and neighbors.
Thankfulness for waking to feel warm sun on our face, all hail.
The wind's breeze, melodies in green trees from sweet nightingales,
You cast off my chains; you set me free, through true eyes, now I see.
Each dawn I give thanks I am free!  Thank you, Lord from the real me.
Thank you for my mind and heart and trusting me from the start.
For the sun, the moon, the stars, and all your creatures who take part.
Also for things in me once damaged, now mending a new start.
To live this life, day to day, with the minimum of fuss-
We believe in many things, that the joys of life bring us.
From majestic mountains, to the tiniest of bugs,
Wondrous bountiful God, created these for poetry.
I am sending GOOD energy, to my friends, and hugs.
My thanks are carried on waves over the November seas. 
To friends from afar who grace my life with comfort and ease.
One unending relationship with God and His wonderful love...
Four sons, the gifts given to me from Heaven high above,
I am so thankful to be gifted with so many different things.
And being healthy under loving angel's caring wings
One great blessing: I begin to see the world was more than me.
Methodical.  Prodigal.  More logical, I found the great light love.
Within our thankful hearts today, a prayer is softly said,
Blessing all who join with us as we eat and share our bread.
Our lives are enriched by family and friends that we love.
With grateful hearts, we thank our generous Father above.
The wonders of your world, Lord, Earthbound and on the wing,
Our hearts are filled with happiness for every blessed thing.
So, thank you, Lord for everything that upon us you bestowed.
Especially for your love dear, Lord that bountifully has flowed.
                                                                               Amen

CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order: See the first comment.  We had great 
participation.  Thank you, my poet dear friends for your contributions to this Thanksgiving 
poem.  Lovingly, Dane Ann


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Flowing Refreshment

Titillating drops of pleasure fall,
Showering down, halting tension's thrall.
Soothing warmth massages, eases pain,
Dispatching stressful remnants down the drain.

Caressed by warm pulsating stream,
I surrender myself to lazy dreams.
Imagining I'm in a far off place,
Wrapped in serenity's sweet embrace.

Floral fragrance with mist pirouettes,
Arousing senses, reviving zest.
Scrubbing away all dirt and stress,
I emerge relaxed, at peace, refreshed.


  9/28/2011
Entered in Debbie Guzzi's  Your own Favorite Poem contest.


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We Share

We share the highs and lows
Slings and arrow blows
Share the ups and downs
Smiles and the frowns

We share the shove and push
The life lived at a rush
We share heartbreak and joy
Through our girl and boy

We share the same space
Filled with love and grace
We share each other’s hearts
With loves intimate parts

What I like not to share
Something that I think unfair
Is the time alone I share with you?
Lost in the love I have so true

I will not share that look in your eyes
Or the love that it implies
So share your love with only me
Only your love can set me free

I will not share you embrace
The laughter lines upon your face
Finally I would just add
With nothing to share with you, life would be so sad


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Luck of the draw

I roll the dice one more time
One more poker card I ask.
I search for one last dime
Train my face to be a mask.

Luck be a lady tonight
Sinatra singing in my mind.
I clutch the rabbit foot real tight,
Love and happiness I will find.

For life's a roller coaster ride
A simple game of craps,
And just who will decide
Which roads and which maps?

Yet when the final game I play
And I tally up the final score,
King of hearts was not meant to stay
Ace of spades just wiped the floor.

Regretfully I fold my hand
I walk away with a sigh.
Love may be very grand
But the stakes were just too high.



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The Kaliedoscope

No great structures, no crusades over mountains,
No wounds felled or tales of being unbeaten.
All around me is a lively choir of colours and images
Merging beautifully, all the visages and the mirages.
     
     In this fragmented world, I search for the kaliedoscope,
     To string together a bit of beauty, truth, love and hope.
     More smiles, less tears...
     More silence, less fears.

I did not visit all the temples,
Could not always pray properly.
At times I had to say no to friends,
But then I had the best intentions.

     Heaven or hell, I know not, nor do I care,
     A life is a life, mine or theirs.
     There are differences, but they are the surface,
     Deep inside, its less of you and I, more of us.

Glittering droplets of the early morning dew,
The sun is the same, reflected every day anew.
The drops vanish, life goes on
In borrowed wisdom, the poet sings his life's song.


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My legacy

As I sit here, I wonder? Am I the person I wished me to be?
Have I treated others with compassion and caring, regardless? 
Of How I was treated? Did I take care of and love my family?
Did I smile and speak to someone who was friendless?

Or did I offer a helping hand to someone lost and broken?
Or did I turn away and pretend I didn’t see the anguish 
In their eyes? Or maybe sit with someone and just listen?
Or maybe help someone with a dream or a small wish?

When I leave this tired old world, I would like to know
That I made a difference. That I did what was right.
And I was kind. I didn’t live my life looking out a window,
I took a stand and cared for my fellow man. I lived in the light. 

My legacy I wish to leave behind is not new, but rare.
That others will step up and stand up for others that are 
Weak or frail, Sad or broken or just empty from despair.
Take the time to show someone, anyone that you care.


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Granddads Book

In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.

There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.

So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.

That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!

I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.

© Dave Timperley 2012.


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Mama-One in a Million

She was much more than a beautiful Mother Never desired to be anything other Her family became her first priority Her gift for teaching, she shared in charity When times grew hard and Papa didn’t work She never complained, but became the “cork” Inventing ways to ease his strain Baking, tutoring, her clever ways to stop the drain My mind holds these snapshots of childhood days My heart bears a journal of words she’d say 'Always remember that sacrifice is love.’ One in a Million, My Mama above! ~~*~~
By Audrey...aka Annalise Brigham


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Smokey Joe's Cafe

My father was a preacher
stood for everything good,
took my mother’s virginity
I was born to the sisterhood.

They left me on a stairway
a ghostly place to be,
down some old back alley
near to a South Auckland quay.

Found I was in the morning
by someone going to work,
he decided to keep me
this understanding old Turk.

Owner of a coffee house
down town in Branston square,
grew up I guess lucky
by someone born to care.

He gave to me his name
that stands above the door,
a photo of me in a frame
in a basket full of straw.

So here I am heavenly blessed
all down to one lucid day,
with a name ne’er to rest
Smokey Joe’s Cafe!

© Harry J Horsman 2012   


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SOAR UP HIGH

Fly like a bird fly,
  Soar up high in the sky,
      You are born to be free,
          God’s creation …. you and me.

               In searching everywhere,
                   He is always there,
                       To protect and guide,
                           Coz’ you are His pride.

On your way of dreaming,
    There are storm you’re facing,
        Worry not my dear friend,
            His arm will give you strength.

                Life is a battle,
                    Be brave like an eagle,
                        Pray to our almighty creator,
                            He will lead you to your endeavor.


August 08, 2012
This is all about me




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I'm turning into Mother

I’m turning into mother
Eyebrows, nose, and lips.
Bosoms hanging, almost, to
my child bearing hips.

She’s grumpy and forgetful
And I’m growing much the same.
Tables now are turning
In the parent child game.

It’s me that does the cleaning,
Feeds and dresses too
Who always asks before we go
‘have you been to the loo’?

Her childlike ways increasing
throwing tantrums, snubbing food,
and me left to be patient
understanding, kind, and good

I’m turning into mother.
But the future I can see.
‘cos they tell me life’s a circle,
and soon, that child will be me.


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A Beach Without Water

A beach without any water is a desert
Nachos without any cheese is a chip
A ski slope without any snow is a hillside
Me without you is no relationship

A zebra without any stripes is a donkey
A fountain without spray is a statue
Valentines Day without a lover is a bummer
And that’s exactly how I feel without you

Please be the water for my desert
Please be the cheese upon my chip
Please be the snow on my hillside
Please be in my relationship

Please be the stripes on my donkey
Please be the spray for my statue
Please be my lover every single day
Please never let me be without you

(NOTE:  This poem was inspired by my 6 year old son.  We are going to the beach this week-
end and he asked me, “Will there be water near the beach?”  That gave birth to the first line 
of this poem, which started my thoughts in motion.)


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Have You Been Hurt By Religion

Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?

Are you tired of “religious people”
 knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave...  “You can’t take it anymore!”

Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you...  And the pain continues to last…

Have you been “wounded” by something
 somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”

Perhaps there’s someone that you 
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
 has hurt you and “offended.”

There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve 
done to “darken your day.”

I’ve been there many times…  Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.

Even those who go to church are 
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to 
give you “a piece of their mind.”

Religion is not the answer.  Look to Jesus 
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
 and completely forgive!

It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now!  This very moment!

He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love...  He freely gives it!

He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.  
And make you BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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Magic carpet

So you rode the magic carpet
And you sailed above the skies
You were taken by the beauty
You were blinded by the lies
As you soared up through the heavens
You could sense the angels sighs
They could see into your future
And they witnessed loves demise
Now you head towards disaster 
With no one to hear your cries
As you cling on to your memories
And the cold wind burns your eyes


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Colourblind

Philosophers assure us
that it’s all a state of mind,
from every thought that’s in our head
to the boil on our behind.

They say we are not truly real,
that all life is illusion,
but if there is no life or death
I can’t reach my conclusion.

So I’ll just stick to simple thoughts,
of laughter, love and bed,
for what’s the point of being Blue 
when it’s more fun seeing Red?


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Sky Blue Daydream Of A Distant Life

A firestorm of fleeing grace,
A holy aria from its base,
Its mem'ry will not be erased
From you.

The shifting shards of fate and chance,
The phosphorescent great expanse,
It all together seems to dance
For you.

A dream that stood a hundred years,
That, when it died appeared in tears,
And exiled all your joys and fears
Through you.

And when the dawn shrivels, subsides,
The queen of grievance stays your bride,
Though crying, all the dreaming tides,
They flew.

Augment your misery with gloom,
Let loneliness become your tomb,
Instead of watching flowers bloom
In you.

Now if you think you can and care,
That you will swear, that you will dare,
Then dream and it will take you there,
The mew.

You shall not ever justify,
The reasons we would all deny,
That in your life you'll never fly
It's true.

But love it smiles and beckons you
To strive and smile and linger too,
To bid the shame that flows through you
Adieu.

Who knew
That life could be so...
Sky blue!


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The Woolgatherer

Had I not witnessed with my eyes
The massive throng of empty dreams,
I would have fallen for the guise
That all is better than it seems.

The awful truth that lies within,
Its harsh intents I shan’t forgive.
How cruel, alas, deceit has been;
To make me think that all dreams live.


And on that fateful night I met
The shepherd’s twin on timber sitting.
He was collecting in his net
Some empty thoughts, and meekly knitting.

“Woolgatherer, woolgatherer.”
I said with eager dreamer’s tongue.
He had the look of wanderers,
That many deaths have dwelt among.

“How many dreamers have there been
Who’s dreams on solid grounds were crushed?”
“To tell the truth, I can’t begin.”
He spun his words at me, quite rushed.

“The broken dreams…” I said to him,
“What will happen to the pieces?
Will they run, or fly, or swim,
Or simply die? (Their life ceases)”



What he said I won’t forget,
His flabbergasting scheme:
“I’ll pluck the fragments with my net
And build a better dream.”


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How I Need Jesus


Dear Jesus…  I realize
how much I really need you!
  I want to honor, 
love and trust you!

I  know that others will
disappoint me…
I know that you’re here….  
And will take care of me!

  Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!

 May I bring honor 
 to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!

Dear Jesus…  You’re all I need!
 And so much more!
It’s you that my life 
was meant for!

 I offer to you, my lord, 
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
 And the life you’re giving!

You all I’ll ever need!  
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Guardian Angel

Guardian angel of sky’s door
I’m waiting for a call
My heart lies against a wall
A secret that I will tell no more

Avoid my tear in the sand
May cause a ocean from my crying
Will tell me to live with no dying
But in my feet I will not stand

Guardian, demons don´t talk
Send an angel to regret living
To rescue that life´s singing
I´m not alone to stand and walk 

Forever in life I will be
Repeating the sound after me
Jogging in the sand of time
Flying alone across the sky

Guardian angel who cries on the walls
I grow live waiting a call
Forever is a long time to stare
Demons don´t need to be aware

Don´t cry in the clouds
Your crying may flood an ocean
In the heart that lauds
Long time for devotion

Guardian angel, the horses are black
They live free in my fantasy
Showing the way in my destiny
Demons are never back

So forever in life I will be
Repeating the sound after me
Jogging in the sand of time
Flying alone across the sky

Guardian angel who cries on the walls
Flying back to sky who cares
Watching how the rain falls
Demons cry in the night that scares


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My shoes

The shoes on my feet are old, worn and tattered 
I’ve walked  hundreds of  miles in them 
They have been through a lot and are beaten and battered 
But they are my shoes.

Sometimes they hurt my feet 
And when I step in puddles, 
its not a very nice treat..
But they are my shoes

The soles have started to come loose at the seams
and when I walk I can feel it flap as it  hits the ground 
Maybe a new pair of shoes is what that might deem.
But they are my shoes.

They haven’t been clean since I don’t know when
I could wash them I am sure, 
but some how it would take something away from them.
But they are my shoes 

When I put them on and walk out the door 
they never question where I might go 
they just silently accept it and so much more.
They are my shoes.

They have kept my travels a secret 
took many, many beatings 
and haven’t betrayed me yet 
They are my shoes 

I see people look at my feet all the time
I am sure they wonder why I haven’t tossed them yet 
But to me they are comfortable and fine.
They are my shoes

Don’t judge me because of my worn and tattered shoes 
you haven’t walked where I have walked
or been where they have taken me, trust me I’ve paid my dues 
These are my shoes.

And I will throw them out 
when and how I choose 





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Shameful Morning

not sure how she got here 
only know she needs to leave

underneath the stranger 
my arm numb; asleep, 
mouth a desert.
a hundred dead cigarettes dance my tongue dry 

princess of night 
exposed by light. 
get me out of this;
another dreaded morning mess. 

bed broken
along with my will. 
I swore never again; 
the lie is half the thrill.

~JSLambert


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As I Look At The Sky


(Hourglass poem) 


I look at the sky and see clouds 
Blush and cover sun as they flood 
And light grows small as they go by 
I watch them as they cross the sky 

I see clouds change into weird shapes 
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape 
But there are times when it turns gray 
And that's when the sun fades away 

Looking at the sky is quite nice 
I'd love to watch it more than twice 
As they glow in the night so bright 
And count stars in the sky at night 

And count stars in the sky at night 
As they glow in the night so bright 
I'd love to watch it more than twice 
Looking at the sky is quite nice 

And that's when the sun fades away 
But there are times when it turns gray 
Sometimes the sky is a blue grape 
I see clouds change into weird shapes 

I watch them as they cross the sky 
And light grows small as they go by 
Blush and cover sun as they flood 
I look at the sky and see clouds! 


:-) 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


August 25,2009 



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Entwinement

Bleeding around me are empty faces
Sad, drooping spaces, crumpled places
Melancholy for the light of new places
Stuck in time, frozen in time
The pangs of lonesome fill their sagging hearts
Frowning forever, frowning forever
Let me stare blankly at the stained wall
Nothing at all…nothing at all

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an never-ending...
Entwinement 

Found myself looking through the tiny hole in the wall
Watching you fall, watching you fall
Scared for the neck that would break us all
You shuddered my blood…shuddered my blood
I met the eyes of the souls of your feet
Twitching and swinging…unfeeling…unfeeling
Please allow me this sole ease:
Just be with me... lie with me

The mind is a scary place 
The mind is a distraction
From the reality ever binding
Curbing every reaction
The mind is overwhelming
The mind is oh so sad
When we turn to larvae and graves
It’s an everlasting...
Entwinement

-inspired by Mad World by Gary Jules-
-also inspired by the stop motion film: The Man in the Lower-Left hand Corner of the Photograph-


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God Is Our Refuge

God is our refuge and strength,
 in a time of trouble.
He's there to pick me up...
 when I fall and stumble.

I will not fear, though the 
whole earth be shaken.
And the mountains be thrown into 
the ocean's deep basin.

Though the waters roar, and the trees 
shake with fear;
I am never alone....  
 for God is always near.. 

There is a river, whose streams
 bring forth gladness.
God is in it's midst and
 brings true happiness.

Let the heathen rage... 
and the whole earth melt too.
The Lord of hosts is with us, 
and shall protect YOU!

Behold his works... and see
 what he has made.
He has caused  wars to cease...  
& destroyed weapons displayed.

Be still...  He is God and is exalted 
to glory up on high.
He is our protector. 
 He is El-Shadaii!

The Lord of hosts is with us...
 all of heaven does proclam.
The awesome power and glory 
there is...  in HIS majestic name!

By Jim Pemberton
Psalm Ch. 46


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A Superior Being

A Superior Being 

Mankind, the superior being roaming the earth, 
for he alone is capable of intellectual thought, 
it is instill in his or her essence from birth, 
for it is but what each one of us are taught. 

If only the reality of substance could be told, 
discerning our crude aggressive way, 
powering and enabling us to be so bold, 
while instilling us conquerors by light of day. 

If you upset or confuse us then you will die, 
for we kill out of bewilderment and greed, 
never understanding or even asking why, 
incapable of grasping the depth of our deeds. 

Subspecies live in harmony and peace, 
surviving in an orderly fashion beyond belief, 
the insects and animals kingdom could teach, 
our anguish and suffering could find relief. 

Superior does not mean intellectually bright, 
defined as controlling and dominance, 
we repeat our mistakes not seeing the light, 
sacrificing all in the name of prominence. 

Samuel E. Stone 

Copyright ©2008 Samuel E. Stone 


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Just For You

Heavy steel blue clouds dominate 
The morning sky before day
A cool but dampness fills the air
Out on the porch to stay

A short while to enjoy the view
Before the sun rise red
To hear the crickets sing their tune
And roosters' song some dread

A Cardinal chirps to his mate
Songs of love at daybreak
Magenta coats horizon's clouds
Beautiful ~ no mistake

The Master Artist strokes earth's canvas
With colors of his design
Man can try to duplicate them
Given a lifespan of time

Beauty for just a few minutes
Then swish nature's scene's changed
Cobalt blue clouds hang suspended
As fog floats 'pon the range  

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Dark Fairy Tale

A sweet princess lays upon a bed
All those who see her think she is dead
The Prince wants to save her with his kiss
He hopes that true love will bring them bliss

Some Fairy Tales are filled with regret
This Prince has a reason to be upset
She has a heart he will never hold
A part of the Story never told

She loves another, but it's not him
The light of her life starts to grow dim
He kisses and cry's there is no hope
Feeling lost his life ends with a rope

This tale does not have a happy end
Such a sad place this World of pretend
The Princess paid the ultimate cost
No more happy days all have been lost


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How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


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Rocking By Decree

Have faced the final curtain,
     the passing through of change,
A crossing of the mountain
     on pathways, oh, so strange,
No more visions are moving
     over the clouded stage,
Words no longer do remain
     upon the crumbled page.

This chair becomes the pleasure,
     the throne of last resort,
Where futures wait silently
     for tomorrow’s report.
Sometimes the weight seems lifted,
     sometimes it’s not to be,
Through all the chained up mem’ries
     souls cry out to be free.

The fountain has stopped running,
     the rose been starved of drink,
Sands of time roll down the hill
     taking one to the brink.
Then thunder meets the sunrise
     and neither knows what’s meant
By the sounds of aftermath
     that echo through lament.

Suddenly the yesterdays
     have melded with the blind,
The times of life once gone by
     disappear far behind.
The rocking chair’s still moving,
     the eyes still come to see
All that has e’er gone before
     has somehow set one free.



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Death Will Not Come For Me

I cannot accept death

In death there is no righteous  purpose, no nobility, and no meaning
So I have devised a plan to follow, you may wish to call it cheating
I have called upon the Dark One who has at last heard my beseeching
And he comes to my chambers to make the exchange this very evening

What exchange you might ask, well that I do not know
But I will agree to any bargain if He honors quid pro quo
The only thing I seek, Immortality to me bestowed 
Tonight is that last night of this life, a change I will soon undergo

Suddenly appeared a child before me bright with shining light
In all my life I swear before God I had never seen such a sight
Boy? Girl? I could not have said, I tried with all my might
To understand how the "Dark One" could be so gleaming white

Despite myself I shuddered, but through strength of will did not fall
For I knew I looked upon the Dark Lord come before me at my call
"What do you offer in exchange for my gift?" asked He four feet tall
"I offer the soul of my oldest son." But the Dark One threw a curve ball

"One soul will not be enough to purchase what you seek. 
Immortality lasts forever, we need a continuing bargain, so to speak"
"What would you prefer instead?"  I asked, my anxiety at it's peak
"The soul of the son in each generation, that is what I seek"

I pause but a moment to consider the cost before I gave my assent
I will not say no, I cannot accept death so my plan I must circumvent
The Dark One was immensely pleased that I willingly gave my consent
There was but one more thing to be done, but one more, just a kiss

He stepped up close and rose on tiptoe his arms down at his sides
His pink lips pursed in anticipation, a kiss I had to provide
So I knelt down to deliver the kiss trying to calm the war inside
This is the moment I've been waiting for, the moment that turns the tides

At the moment my lips touched his I felt a surge of power
As I stared into his eyes they became so deep, deeper than a black rose flower
So deep I plunged into those orbs I did not know if it had been moments or hours
When I came to myself the child was gone and I was left feeling empowered

I sensed no chill and all of my limbs were atingle with a strange sensation
I felt remarkably light and there was a thrill at my body's prickly vibration
My eyesight enhanced I realized then I had lived a life of stagnation
I danced easily knowing happiness at last, death no longer an expectation


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MY TRUTHS & THOUGHTS

we're living in an era of ignorance 
we lost our innocense
at fourteen your too young to vote but old enough for death sentences

these politcians are hypocrits
for the atrocities that they commit we face imprisonment

durring this pro American sentiment
how could we forget the scores of poor ignored
while we finance a war 

that bombs then rebuilds them
feed their children

while the ones back home
have to fend for their own

life is wonderul and miserable depends on the time frame
the birth of Almasi(my son) the death of Dwayne(my cousin)

I went bezerk it hurt clutching his blood soaked shirt
while he lay on the Earth leaking blood on the dirt
I cried to the sky please guide me father
at times this world is so dark I need night vision goggles

i lost friends to ignorance
bullets and jail stints
drug habbits and various patterns of bull ish 
I've navigating through dangerous
streets trying to claim us
beast trying to tame  us
friends turned to strangers
I have ducked heat from flammers
by mennacing strangers
thinking I will survive like gloria gaylor

its a small world but I got big plans
but it gets hard like trying to jog through quicksand
but I found GOD on both knees with cluthced hands 
but kept getting invitations from the Devil to dance

so i went below the surface
became more observant

hand shakes are fake they dont mean a thing
a smile can be a predator preparing his fangs

I severed ties with friends who's minds were stagnated
had king pin dreams but never quite made it

friendships were torn
and habbits were formed

and the ones who escaped crack
heroin snatched

and I engaged in acts that were so unGodly
only he can judge me punish me or pardon me

watching this world makes me shed eye water 
our sons get slaughtered  and denegrated ours daughters
its the sign of the times cant you see that people
first it rained airplanes then the mail was lethal

ghetto youths indisputes they spray A.K s
suburban kids throw pipebombs in school hallways
after so many years of feeding violence to youths
I guess those chickens came home to roost


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Rust

Rust
If you touch it, it stains your fingers 
The stains will spread and sometimes linger
It shows neglect and decay from no protective coating
The elements attack and leave a film of scum on water floating 
Trust if not practiced and true, decays in the storms of life too
So a coating of protection is needed to keep trust
To stop the rot and decay and it too, turning to rust.



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Cobblestones of Quicksand

cobblestones of quicksand
tapestries of oil
teardrops of marble
left out to boil

fingerprints of tree sap
diamonds of wood
ceilings of water
- not what it should

sea breeze of fire
windmills of stone
whispering of evergreens
as I stand alone


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Dance around the fire

I was singed from the fire to the point of burning couldn't escape from the heat 'til I reached my time of learning that the way to stay safe was just to back away now here at a distance is where I must stay and while the others dance around the flames I'll watch from here where the pain they choose to suffer will just slowly disappear back into the burning fire they feed with their anger, and their suffering and greed and I must stand apart and heal where peace and joy are mine and I can feel a simple moment full of grace that no ones words or deeds need take it's place. I danced around the fire until I learned for me it was no longer time to burn.


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Philosophy

If I had my life to live over again
I think I would probably do just the same
For though some bad mistakes I have made
I know I am wiser for these escapades

Things in life are seldom easy
Even your first beer makes you queasy
Your first fag will make you as sick as a dog
On your first drunken night you will sleep like a log

But all these things can teach you so much
How sometimes even to life you can’t clutch
Live life to the full one day at a time
And that really is a philosophy of mine

For you never know what will happen next
For your life is written out like a text
It’s just there for the taking
From sleeping to waking

So go out and kick the world in the teeth
Because one of these days you will be underneath
We do not live forever, just a short span
So I tell you this get your fun while you can
  


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Maiden Voyage " The Rescue "

Titanic down 
Lifeboats adrift
Many saved 
Many missed
 
On the scene " The Carpathia "
To the saved ones
The real White Star
Off she steams
New York ahead
Leaving behind many dead
 
Pier 54 this saviour docks
As New Yorkers race to flock
To witness survivors of this tragic ship
On her Maiden Voyage did she trip
 
April 14th, 1912 she shone
April 15th, 1912 she was gone.


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I know Monday

I know Monday
I walked through your door
to see what you had in store

Everything they say about you is true
Your the movie trailer
for what the week will preview

You seem alone and brave
The weekend will hide
behind you and wave

Here we are again my friend
After today the rest of the week 
will start to descend

Perfect description of you 
is Blue in color
with a touch of Grey
I know you.....
I know Monday


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A Blink of His Eye

A life is but the blinking
Of the Great Creator’s eye.
What we do with that short moment
Is the reason we are here.
The price we pay for living
Is the knowledge we will die.
A life is but the blinking
Of the Great Creator’s eye.

Won a 3rd from Brian


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emo for no emotions? or for emotions?

The emotions that i feel inside
are like nothing that i've had when i'm alive
Most of the time i hide myself in darkness
and I feel as if i drown in coldness

The days surpass me like never before
with joy and happiness knocking at my door

I ignore them and go on 
i go on as if there's nothing wrong
I am in the dark with no sense of feeling
trying to not lie to those around me

They ask if they can help in any way
I say that i am fine
When actually i have millions of things inside my mind

They say emotions are just things people feel
when actully it can also be actions

Teens cut themselves and claim they are emos
when they really have more friends than foes
Can emo be for emotional for those who can't understand
what they hold dear to them everyday "hand-in-hand"?

Times can be rough
but that doesn't mean that you can act all tough

What does emo mean to you?
can you not see those who love you and me?
No emotions or emotions,
you can't pick both,
you see?

Don't try to be who yu want to be 
just be yourself
And that applies to you and me


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Saxon

Isaac's son
saac's son
Saxon
O Israel where are you
I know you are not a Jew
Joseph come home
come home O child come home

I spy David's thrown
we'll have to make preparations
to bring it back to Jerusalem
so that when our savior comes home
he will have a proper place to sit
there upon his fathers thrown

for sins the Lord with held the blessings
over twenty five hundred years
and then we suddenly received them
swiftly they fade away
think we will ever learn our lesson
think we'll ever straighten our ways

"Be sure to observe my Sabbaths
keep the sanctified day
do not go around worshiping idols"
now blessings are fading away
does anybody else know
what does the word of God say

soon the skies will be iron
and the land will turn to brass
plagues shall scald our people
and our cities will break like glass
that fell down from the heavens
shattered and scattered all to pieces
we should have obeyed the laws of our father
like we were told to by the great king Jesus

O Ephraim, O Manasseh
I pray we learn our lesson fast
so that the pain doesn't have to last
we will all soon be slaves
God's will and try to be brave
still I pray
my God have mercy
and I pray to see the day
when we all learn to live
within God's laws and learn his ways

O America, O Britain
nation overseas and mine
don't you know God is going to punish us
time after time after time
until we learn the way to happiness
and inherit eternal life
we will walk by the river of life that flows
I guess we’ll have to learn the hard way
I guess that's just how it goes
they don't believe God and they wont believe me
I guess that soon enough
everybody in the world will know
everybody in the world will see
(Jer: 50:4-6)
In those days, and in that time, saith the LORD,
the children of Israel shall come, they and the children of Judah together,
going and weeping: they shall go, and seek the LORD their God.
They shall ask the way to Zion with their faces thitherward, saying, Come,
and let us join ourselves to the LORD in a perpetual covenant that shall not be 
forgotten. 
My people hath been lost sheep: their shepherds have caused them to go astray,
they have turned them away on the mountains:
they have gone from mountain to hill,
they have forgotten their resting place.


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My Prophecy

Drops of water smashes down 
Eyes submerged they slowly drown 
Searching for the obsolete life crown
Looking for a needle in a haystack that is renown
Where the grass is greener on the other side
Never ending souls in a river of shredded tears they cried
Now earth is a lie to hide
All virtues of common sense have died
Perfect cannot be the week have lied
Hypnosis of the youthful mind
Creating multiples of the new kind
Fiction here is all you'll find
Walk the path and your footsteps refuse to rewind
So leave yourself behind
Everyone who is a duplicate queue
To know who you are doesn't take two
Walk the river of reflection inside find something new
Feel the comfort in the steps of finding you
Because everything's unexpected not stuck like glue
Worthless words they have spoken both fake and untrue
History can repeat and our clocks will combine
So with nothing can you walk the line
When the past and present come together
The earth is nature all cities banished forever


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Drowning In The Sea Of Life

We are all in the same boat
Just trying to stay afloat
Not drowning under the waves
That ripple and grow more each day
Life jackets can help us bounce
But something comes along to pounce
Dragging us down to the bottom
There's only so much we can fathom
Until we can't catch our breath
From the murky water depths
Of life that happens every day
From an anchor we just sway
Hoping to survive this fate
Of a weight that's much too great
Everyone is suffocating
We could use some incubating
So we can breath once again
Letting all this drowning end


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A Tree for Life


     Have you ever really looked at a tree?
     Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
     Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
     The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
     We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
     When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
      They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
      They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
      Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
      Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
      As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
      Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
      
      Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
      Their ancient roots so long ago planted, 
      Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
      Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, 
      In every new face God's handiwork,
      Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
      Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
      While we who remain here grow and love,
      Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
      It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
      They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
      Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.


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Humanity wears a face

Do my people have a heart to go with the human race,
or is it that they just can't see the beauty in a face?
The colors seem to stand beyond, the fact that we're the same,
uncamoflaged in the war of humanity, supremacy you try to claim.
Never shall we be equal, for we are above what you teach,
you're too scared to see the truth in the words my people preach.
The only one's of equality are the one's that see it true,
the world that you're destroying, because you're not giving the respect that's due!


written towards prejudicial mentality, people detroying the world/mother nature/simplistic minds who cannot conceive the notion that all races are beautiful and we are one race combined...the human race. The world is filled with color and beauty in everything and everyone...


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My Silly Introspection

Somebody wrote and once told me
Oh gal, you are really up yourself
That really hurt my feelings,
Then I though, oh what the hell!
I’m really not the one to sit in a chair
And nobody know that I’m there
I dress up swank and life I thank
For the years that are still there
I’ll sing for free and I’ll dance with thee
Not a Wall flower will I be
I‘ll show the kids at twenty
That there‘s still life in me a plenty
And when I walk into a room
I’ll wear my most haunting perfume
And you will know that I am there
And with friends all life I’ll share
Now the guys may not stop and stare
Still there are some do I declare
Yes I am really up myself]
But I sure ain’t on the shelf!


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Girls Like her

Pieces of my mirror crash to the floor
As I throw it against my bedroom door
I’m sick of seeing what I see
I know that other girl just can’t be me

She looks so ugly I’m not surprised 
To see the loneliness swimming in her eyes
That girl just doesn’t know when to quit 
And quite frankly I’m getting sick of it

From head to toe she’s just a mess
To lock her away would be for the best
I really don’t think anyone would care
If she went to her room and just stayed in there

For girls like her there is no hope
Just trying to find different ways to cope 
Girls like her don’t get the cute guy
No matter how hard they try and try

Girls like her grow old and alone
Never will there be a child in her home
She’ll die one day but no one will care 
They’ll just put her in the ground and leave her there

No one to bury her in a proper grave
Just think of all the money that they’ll save
With a nameless headstone and a coffin made of wood
Won’t even use nails though they know they should

Girls like her have no future ahead
Girls like her know their better off dead
As tears fill my eyes so thick I can hardly see
I realize that the girl in the mirror really is me


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As You Who Had No Toil

The rosebud has little to do
Just drink its fill of waters
From the strong sturdy vine that's true
Kissed by dew that matters

And enjoy the kiss of sunlight
Upon woven petals
Open  little each day that's bright
Sun radiant aerials

When opened sufficient indeed
Host a party to bees
Butterflies who on nectar feed
Won't even run from me

Like they are glued to your nectar
Petals are to full extent
Begin to fall of your vector
When petals gone your scent

On petals linger to be stored
In jar_ pressed for oil
Then I would want to be used
As you who had no toil


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Beyond My Mind

Blue or green? The color of the sea, Going up and down the waves, To be my unexpected mood, Sweet or sour the feeling of me. The question of my mind hitting it through the divine, The passion of art inside a deep mind, With full of imaginations, Hitting me through left and right. Perspective comes along with me, Seeing it in my mind, Looking at the blank paper, My emotions run down the pages, Forgetting my visions along, Looking down on paper, Loosing my focus , Is getting hard to draw. Speaking with my wild heart wide open, Thinking of the world we live in today, Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say, Hearing the music flowing into my ears, Beating myself inside these walls of hate, Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears, Hating to be on this earth, Seeing people fade away, Sinking through lies in my face, Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most, Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes, Anger comes my way, Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head, Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God, Deep inside my heart is burning with poison, Is breaking me apart like glass, At peace without a path in mind, Falling down somewhere here that I never belong, I'm not perfect yet, I like to lead not to follow others. Life is like a tree that grows inside me, Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life, Taking the road of life, Things can change in a minute, When I look away, My goals would fade away, Going back letting noting stand on my way, Trying harder to focus on my goals, Looking around with a smile on, Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.


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Circle of Life

A baby was named this past Saturday
At a service that I attended.
On Sunday there was a memorial
To remember a life that has ended.

One weekend’s events, back to back, in fact,
Help remind us we must understand
That however we try, in the blink of an eye,
Life’s trajectory follows as planned.

We’re born and we’re diapered, we’re nurtured and fed;
We grow up and suffer or thrive.
We live for the years that our bodies can take
And one day we’re no longer alive.

Our family and friends get together to mourn
And remember the person they knew;
But most likely there will not be anyone there
Who can conjure that newborn’s debut.

That’s the way it should be; it’s the circle of life.
The years vanish quick, like a snap;
But the memories and the impressions they’ve made
Form a reservoir waiting to tap.


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Jackson "worst poem ever"

That summer day was cooling down just right
We kind of borrowed his dad's custom van
But Rick didn't care he said " it's Friday night"
He punched the gas and headed for Jackson

Determined to party, we had beer on ice
The sun went down just when we got to Main
A quarter mile long, so we ran it twice
Nothing going on, this was getting lame

He swung the van around with a big moan
Cranked up the stereo and yawned real wide
Two girls were standing there at the pay phone
We never did stop, I yelled "want a ride"

Someone did said something, so we backed up
We ended up talking about a double date
The pizza parlor across the street, duh
And just thirty minutes later, well we were late

Pam had this gorgeous sun bleached golden hair
Maria was.. Maria was perfect for Rick
We took off for just about anywhere
The lookout point seemed to do the trick

The love that grew between us was so strong
We got married in Jackson, my Mom's plan
I'm a grandpa now, just where I belong
Late, but he did make it, Rick my best man


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By Your Side

As the time flies ever so fast, You and I know our friendship will last As the sun announces the arrival of dawn, The clock of precious existence is forced to tick on When the stars gently twinkle in the sky, Lighting up our canvas of unremitting life, The earth will uncover the iridescent sea Revealing a smooth pathway for you and me But if the earth and its inhabitants spit us out, We still have the universe to ourselves, no doubt! There is nothing anyone can possibly do To tear me away from the likes of you Unless of course you request some space, I’ll stay on hold and patiently wait No matter where you go, name it; here or there No matter how far, I will surely be there So lastly, at the conclusion of this letter, I wish upon you happy years to come, forever For until that clock decides to end its chime You can be sure to find me by your side Always, Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal


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I Hear The Cry

By: Joyce Johnson

I hear the awful, mournful sound
coming from the hills around
as if all mothers on the Earth
at same time were giving birth.

The cry a low and doleful moan
for world’s disasters to atone.
The hills reverberate with sorrow
and deathly fear of the tomorrow.

Babies dying from a famine,
mankind must stop to examine
how to redistribute wealth,
bring all nations back to health.

Money spent to feed the war
could have gone to feed the poor.
We can never still the cry,
when the weak are left to die.



Michael's contest  "Sounds of a Cry"


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Lifting the Shroud

The foggy morn
covered like a bride,
her sacred vows not sworn,
her secrets still hidden,
though obscurely seen -
beauty is born.


Craig Cornish Sep. 22, 2013 for Nette's Poem of Compression Contest


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Unrequited Love

While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. 

Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? 

Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.

My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.

Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.

Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.

Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.


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Protected

This place it is protected
It's all that we have left
You've built on every other space
Of green fields we're bereft

This one last space is ours now
You cannot have it back
We need a place to run and play
Or have a picnic snack

This place it is protected
Please keep off the grass
Your diggers and your big machines
We shall not let them pass

Come see our peaceful meadow
Now please just go away
Leave it to the children
As one last place to play



From England








Contest : Foreign Exchange 
Honorable Mention


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In My Song

I heard the rain coming down and thought of a different time…
Wondered if it was you crying across your world to mine…

Now I try to fall asleep with a picture of another day…
Dreams encircle my mind in their own cruel way…

Morning came and the rain had stopped, did it mean there was a smile…
I walked through the day looking to the sky if only for a while…

We made choices that were for the best but still we remember…
The past fell through the door like summer to September…

I lay my head in a peaceful place and I wish the same for you…
The rain will never be the same from where we came through…

I see you in the sky and you hear me in a song…
Pages turned and credits ran over coming right and wrong…


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Caught In The Black Rain

She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
 acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.

The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
 an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.

Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
 seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.

Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
 makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
  never go back to being simple nor plain.

Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
 no gain, and living life in vain.

Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as 
 being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
   fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.


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8 Minutes

The sunset's just light leaving here
8 minutes just to watch it disappear
Just a ball falling into the mouth of the sea
But when I'm with you and you are with me
It's like closed eyes seeing for the first time
We're both getting older and wasting time

The sunset's like the light of the day
8 minutes just to watch it fade away
Though it always comes around
As soft as love without a sound
A collage of colors raging to fill the sky
Like a beauty always changing, destined to die

It makes me think of me and you
Live and learn and begin anew

The sunset's like the moon driven tide
8 minutes just to sit and enjoy the ride

Low to the ground hoping to be found
The sunset will always be just a sunset
Without love in your heart to let it
Always come back around



For Gail Angel Doyle's
A Ripple In Time Contest



NOTE: It takes approximately 8 minutes for the light from the sun to reach our eyes. When you see the sunset it actually set 8 minutes before.


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Clear as day

Love hath tasted of arsenic lips
ground thy soul upon treacherous hips
opened vessels with anemic blood
bathed in a teared river of mud

yet loneliness fills a desires plate
tis the companion of Poe's fate
lips sparkled of potent ale
lovely neck a shade too pale

empty bottles of friendship lied
drunken souls hang head to side
looking for sadness as their pride
lest the poet's pen be his bride

etched in darkness, the devil's queen
horrid tragedy with beauty unseen
liquid scents perfume thy mind
splashing eyes tearfully blind...


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Strolling Into Sunset

Come with me into life's sunset Hold my hand as we slowly stroll In life you are a great asset Come with me love as we grow old Let's grow close as we near heaven Our love on loom close interwoven In perfection our love unfold
Written by:Sara Kendrick In honor of Brian Strand Contest: 1 to 7 Click on "About This Poem"


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Hitch Hiker Song on CD

Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
I left my humble abode, with just my thumb on my hand,
I'm sightseeing and free....heading somewhere...
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,

Yea, I'm hitch hiking....thumbing for a ride...
half broke, no home, roaming the countryside..
like a tumbleweed blowing across the USA...
those miles keep growing behind me all the way,

I'm sightseeing and free, headed somewhere,
with no better place to be, in my world of no care,
Yea, I'm living life on the road, traveling across the land,
sometimes the nights get cold, but the sunny days are grand,

I'm a road hiker, gonna hitch a ride,
meeting new faces, across the countryside,
like a tumbleweed blowing in a gentle wind...
with no better place to be...than where I haven't been,

I'm sightseeing and free, in my world of no care,
with no better place to be than going somewhere.


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Skipping Stone Dreams-

soft spoken lyrics weave their fingers between yours 
taking you to a calendar’s crossed out day 

maybe one you had thought was forgotten 
one that seemed to wander astray

but the words chimed in your peaceful mind
as the faceless tune decides what it will portray

sometimes you enjoy the mysterious memories
sometimes you want to push them away

but for some unknown reason they all trickle down 
winding recollection streams
to places you thought were lost in the silent splash
of your skipping stone dreams


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Myth of Mother Earth

Is there really a mother of earth 
watching over us 
keeping things in line
I think there used to be 
but she got tired of getting spit on 
now she sits up on her cloud
high above and waits 
for us to tear each other apart
and seal our evil fates
she wonders why we disgrace her lands
like monkeys in a rage
she thinks we ought to be locked up
no need for lock and key trapped inside
to burn forever at an intolerable degree
never the less we shall live on 
reeking havoc upon this earth
she'll stay perched upon her cloud 
until the crushing blows we throw 
send her beloved planet into a rebirth

Myth, Mythos, & Mythical Characters Poetry Contest
by: Virginia Frayer


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Just a Thought

Always around 
slightly small mostly black
think of my kids 
that's what holds me back
cracks in my heart 
such a delicate shell
tears fill my eyes 
my eyes start to swell
try to be a new me 
no drugs no liquor
now my eyes open wide 
more reasons to pull the trigger
thought it was real 
did you mean what you said
starting to see the truth 
make the target my head
holding back so much pain 
but still some leaks out
no one to talk to 
feel better with cold metal in my mouth
no peace in my soul
it will not rest
another thought comes to mind
aim straight for my chest
even then I cry
thinking of taking a last breath
seriously thinking without me
would the children be best
feeling like a criminal
I've committed no theft
here is a person that's broken
I have nothing left
I'll walk away now 
before I do something stupid
stop leaving it around
one day I might use it
no, no.... I can't
gotta remember my babies
this is a silent prayer I'm tormented
God please save me


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The Silver Lining

                                          There is a time we must accept
                                When the road leads where we do not expect

                                          Be willing for a sudden detour
                                   Open your eyes for what you can explore

                                      It will never be the same story told
                                For what you choose, go proudly and be bold


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Take Me Away

I dream in darkness.
I sleep to die.
Erase my sorrow.
Erase my lies.
Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day.
A world of nothingness.
Take me away.


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Clay To Conform

So simple, that we turn to this
we turn and inside out we twist
our words and lips to blow a kiss
to darkness as it echoes

So wicked, that we listen still
we turn and twist against our will
upon the back that's broken 'till
it sings our voice in stone

So human, that we err to breathe
we twist the knife of words with ease
until we wear a mask of weave
uncommon hot with knots

So broken, that we turn away
we twist and mold the words we say
when darkness comes around to stay
we find our thoughts are stolen.


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Love Letter to the Lord

Of course, who can claim to be my lover Eternally wedded to him I am, in the form of a prayer That is you, only you, powerful Lord Revered you shall be as long as I can breathe your word! Seated on the highest altar of my heart Forever you shall be the ladies' sweetheart Even if the guys will want their friendship's part My lover forever you shall be in your tender heart Feelings are profuse, You have been my only muse Lighting up at all times my fuse Tending all the times to my bruise Blissful are those seated near the Lord Guiding them he is, always away from discord Pray, altruist Lord, Love me endlessly I am yours incessantly, claims my harmony
Placed 6th in the contest Endless Love;Gail Doyle


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Honest

You must feel broken hearted and feel you want to blow.
please don't get to excited, I'm really being honest
I need to let you know. This world is full of liars you've heard it
all before, but I know I'm being honest I've been down the same road before
with those unfaithful people who made a hole in my soul. I've become numb 
and painful but honest to the bone.
I don't want  to hurt no more for the pain I felt, I wouldn't sell it to a soul.
life is full of surprises 'wise people told me so, I never really listened till
now that I'm all grown. The seed that grew inside me is letting itself glow,
I can now see beauty shining from the stone, I used to be a pillow when  I  
took my first breath, it was that first breath that led me to my death, it became so    
complicated, I was a living soul, nothing seemed to hurt me, didn't even know the word. All that came to me slowly and i began to burst, I'd never seen me at my worst, 
lessons learned in life are not cheap, many times they make you weak 
so please stay soft and humble, and maybe sometimes meak, life throws it's kicks and punches for us to dodge them quick.
We won't live forever, remember as we grow, life will always teach us if we take the knowledge road instead of the powerful blow, and only then will we begin to grow.



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The Fine Poets

How long do we sentimentally wait
For that everlasting, entrancing fate
Have we to lose ourselves within?
No, we simply write...until the very end

**a little something dedicated to HGarvey Daniel Esquire, a very fine poet :)


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a new breath from despair - phoenix rising

"i can see the truth, in pain's honest form
a death rejoiced, a life unknown."


when at times, my despair grows high
i keep with me, an honest nights cry
when darkness closes, and the night is long
i remember the sun, and keep my faith strong

a new day has come, with its own peace of mind
and then i can believe, love isn't that hard to find
i look around and see, the rays of a brand new day
shining brightly all around me, a hope for me to say:


"i can see the peace, in truth's honest form
a life rejoiced, a love reborn."


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Blending Tears

The breeze from the ceiling fan circles my thoughts...
With two forks in the road no turns would be fought...
I stayed straight as possible, but some fruit I had to taste... 
Some scars stay unhealed and small tears fell without haste...
With no mirror to see behind, forward is my ony way to fly...
Onto a place in my soul where I never question the why's...
Where I can sit and write without any left over fears...
From of palet of colors I blend with my tears...


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The Perfect Morning

The sun beaming in through the windows of my room,
Causing my conscious mind to wake from the gloom.

Rub the sleepy out of my eyes and look to see,
The love of my life laying next to me.

Her beauty still amazes me each and every day,
And I thank God for her I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sound of little people come busting through our door,
Yelling “Mommy, Daddy no sleeping anymore.”

They climb into our bed with arms held open wide,
Expecting morning hugs and kisses with their starry eyes.

After hours of us all laying together in bed,
We stir to the kitchen where we can be fed.

As Mom and I cook breakfast for us all,
The children run off to play and wait for the call.

We finally sit down to a homemade meal,
While we eat and talk about our daily drill.

I return to my room where I kneel and pray,
And thank God for a “Perfect Morning” every day.

By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/04/2009


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THERE IS HOPE YET

When we think about life and start to fret
 About things we have done that we truly regret
Bad things that we would really want to forget
Just know that things in life we should learn to accept
No reason for our eyes with tears to get wet
We should think about our loved ones and friends we have met
And try to realize that there is no reason to be upset
People care and their love we should take in with every breath
We should let nothing hurt us now, not even death
Life isn’t fair but we should remember and get our minds set
That in this world there is love and there is hope yet

NOTE:
There is hope yet. I would like to invite all soup members who reads this poem to 
view the Roses From The Heart site and sign the guestbook. Friends I have here 
makes me feel sure that there is indeed hope. Read Carol's blog 
entitled "Please" for the site addy. Let us give others hope.Thanks!


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My Love

When I think of you, my darling,
I am still that wide-eyed girl
Who held the whole world in her hands
As her heart was set awhirl.

With no thought nor intuition
Of how short a life can be,
We promised "Until by death we part"
With a sweet expectancy.

God gave us such a little time
To wrap up every dream.
The plans we made were not to be 
All included in His scheme.

It's not my place to question God,
I knew from the very start,
But I cannot help but wonder why
Our world was torn apart.

You'll be the same, my darling boy
When we are allowed to meet,
But you won't find remembered girl
Who had made your life complete.

It has been another lifetime since
You had to leave me here.
My hair has grayed, my step has slowed,
My eyes are not so clear.

Yes, the years have surely changed me
Since the day we had to part.
To be sure you recognize me,
I'll be carrying my heart.







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Revolution Number '12

Revolution Number ‘12 Old habits are hard to break As are new ones to make But through trial and error And maybe facing a terror One can learn to ease an ache Changing can be like fighting a war Civil civilians, casualties young, and poor The good, green and gold Versus ways ignorant and old May the victors’ world be better than the one before


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Feeding Mankind

Feeding Mankind

We have to kill each other,
it's determined in our genes.
We have to maim and slaughter
to fulfil inherent dreams.
Fools believe man carries
a peaceful heart of sorts,
they look through rosy glasses
and never see the warts.

If everyone was equal
and needed nothing more
we'd still seek out a reason
to start a bloody war.
If nobody went hungry
had food for all their needs,
Mankind would go on killing
for on killing Mankind feeds.

Ivor G Davies


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The Road Walked Down Through the Years

This now, is who I truly am
as my pen takes liberty.
What now, I write is where I ‘ve been
so much there for all to see.

Good and bad, the in-betweens,
the road walked down through the years,
a panoramic display of scenes
from sunshine highs to darkened tears.

But I am not so unlike you,
you who would glance across this write.
The road you’ve walked that I never knew;
are similar roads not brought to light ?

Know me by the writes you read
and I’ll do the same for you.
Writing is our consuming need
as to ourselves we must stay true.


***Debra Guzzi,
      I was mindful of the syllable count in each line
      as we’ve discussed in the past, but I had to let my heart go on this one.
      (No reflection on your great teaching ability!!)


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My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me

My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me As a child, my parents did their best to raise me. Teaching me about God, because they loved me! They taught me God’s ways,. This was their intention. They read the Bible, with an undivided attention. Each day I awoke. I was glad mom and dad where there. Especially when we gathered around the table in prayer. The many times we spent together I haven’t forgot. I’m so thankful for the Christian values taught. The values helped shape me into what I am today. And have helped keep me on “the narrow way.” I believe many of these values are being discarded. Even before many families are being started. A respect for God’s word seems to be a thing of the past. It’s no wonder many relationships don’t last. God’s principles must be our daily ambition. His love must be our rock and a TRUE foundation! We must seek his purpose and divine way of living. It’s HIS example that must be our way of giving! Giving to others kindness and love that binds us as one. Through the witness we have in Christ… His son! May Go