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Sensation

It crawls upon cold paws
To clutch with talons and claws
Nearing its prey, it hunts
With opening eyes and jaws
 
To shove with power and thrust
Upon insatiable desire and lust
It thrashes again and throws
Ardor so unjust

It bursts in colors of mist
In crimson hue and amethyst
Its forces like fireworks rise
Within emotion, organs, and amidst

In body it lies, in surreal disguise
Leaving no chance for mind to coexist


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There Once More

That sad day when you said, "It's just not there" Such sentiments seemed pulled out of the air For many months we'd loved and lived as one Sharing dreams under the Florida sun Our hopes were cast like nets into the sea Never did I think they'd come up empty What caused this shift was not for me to know As 'neath the rays I wallowed far below Searching for answers, wiping tears from my eyes I longed to make sense, but reason defied Until I found the hidden doctor's note And learned your survival now seemed remote I fought my way back into your strong arms To stand again with you and ease the harm


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Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Choices, Voices and Bad Company

Bang , bang , gunshots in heated night air sang 
jump back , be careful where you nightly hang
Fun, fun , going where the night action stays
danger waits hidden when nights replace days!

Kick it, kick it, time to chase the gals
beware safety gone if you hang with pals
So carry a shooter , step up your game
name in the paper soon may be your fame!

Hold on, hold on, your future life has game
you grab future rejecting drugs so lame
Stand up , a man that carries his own weight
yield not to greed, lust and all useless hate!

Live on, living to find your star and shine
Live on, love in life ,  love so very fine!

Robert J. Lindley  08-24-2014

Note: A sonnet that presents today's life choices are 
often far more serious when made than young
people can realise. Seeking action and thrills 
always come with a cost. Quite often a deadly cost!
Don't freely decide to get yourself so lost!
Been there, down that, long ago..


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Stepping from the darkness of alone

I must carry this torch down to the cave
To shed light upon the walls of my heart
For, if not, I will take it to my grave
And on that path may make an early start

I cannot think of love, when love is what
Consumes my every thought in every hour
I gambled all I have and took my shot
Chanced my wretched life to fate’s cruel power

But love is what I deeply need to give
My life is not my own unless it’s shared
This aching heart with which I have to live
Must find his mate if he’s to be repaired

But first I must let go the one I crave
And leave this burning torch within the cave ~


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Pining

The knots have knots…God?
Threads of needing, want, desire;
passion spent on barren sod
left to burn on flaming pyre.

God, the knots have knots?
Nodes and nodules, full of spoor,
planted upon poisoned plots
hoarding, warmth, desire and more…

God, the knots have knots! 
Pulse, and pump; push, and explore
lose the beastly cankerous clots 
excrete angst, open the pore,

Free the knots, God, please…
By root and rote, the seedling pleads.


Contest: Me Against Myself
Date 6/30/11
D. Guzzi


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The feeble heart

You wish to reach the deepest parts of me
To lure the abandoned child from her eternal sleep
To protect my shrouded frailty and soothe the storm within
But through no fault of my own, I could never truly let you in
You will underestimate my devotion, and burden my heart
Shatter my delicate trust, and at your hands, I'll surely fall apart
It would be wise for me to forget
Your eyes, your arms, your lips upon my neck
The heart knows no rationale, unlike the mind
But it holds the answers that logic unceasingly struggles to find
It's in my nature, it has always been my way
To seek comfort in solitary darkness, I find no refuge in the light of day
In my earliest years I discovered that no matter which love I chose
Far too many thorns mar a single rose


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Purple Haze

No more this verdant sight no more the sound
No more the heart of mist at nature’s dawn
No more victims of constant pressure found
No more the fool of man’s enactment borne.

To worship a foundation so ancient
The last bastion of one’s ancestor
Then one bears scars of prudence so poignant
When complied to appease the molester.

Our Fathers who wove within nature’s loom
So soon eras of memories destroyed
When at the mercy of Europe’s new broom
Leaving many dreams retrenched redeployed.

Hearts and minds linger still at Purple Haze
Ghostly cascades of falling tears amaze!


For all the farmers systematically force from their lands 
in a orchestrated albeit subtle way
after the UK joined the European common market 1970's
A Poem about of one of those farms "Purple Haze"


Copyright  HarryJ Horsman 2010


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Gambling Shuggy—The Encounter!

"If I feel physically,
            as if the top of my head been taken off, 
                     I know it's poetry."
                       --Emily Dickenson

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No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!

Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!

Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!

Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!

© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved

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Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

      THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN     
        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.


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Sonnet Dialogue: Scorn in Duality, Lit Op 5

I
I  looked below and saw the dawn from here,
Disturbing may, below the light- a man.

II
“Oh, stranger most, shall I ask you with fear?”

III
“Dear one, you fear no one”, replied the man,
“Nor Him, you fear Him not for you are but
The holder of the strings of those you sight.”

IV
A second by, I asked him in abrupt,
“The guardians of the roof, had they loved me?”

V
He voiced: “Their love are drawn in stitching crossed,
Exquisite yet details are course, you see?
The veil from where it rests you should have tossed,
Each thread in havoc, one chaotic sea!”

VI
I spared a tear, his face did went outworn,
Afar the lake I headed. God, I’m torn!

-oOo-


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Sunken Tears

                                   He stood bravely before me 
                           with a medal of honor in his right hand
                        and a bandage of agony around his left knee
                           It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
                             his crutches lay useless on the ground
                                 I found it hard to understand why,
                                 a soldier in pain didn't even frown
                                      With a voice firm but dry
                                 his words shook me like thunder
                                "You're now the man of this house"
                                 he uttered like a worn-out hunter
                            quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
                                 Drowning my mind through cold ears
                        he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears


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Spiteful Minds - Edward McCormick

"Spiteful Minds" 

by~ Edward McCormick 

Disdainfully negotiating gain, 
The spiteful mind their heart's desire alone. 
An obvious destruction they attain 
Through dialogue with underlying tone. 
A tiny drama brings about an end.
In spite of mind, the heart wants what it bleeds. 
Enlightenment is key to comprehend 
So very little satisfies our needs.


by~ Poet Destroyer

Heavy and alone, two "Spiteful minds", 
The worthless moments in the skies.
With no reasons and why's!
The warning sounds of midnight, thick and blind,
Giving our hearts away, a solid sign. 
Wicked taste mountains of lies.
Satisfaction In our breathing eye's.
Waiting for our gushing needs to land unwind;

Stiff like the blood beneath the sea. 
"Spiteful minds" rising beyond to morbid moon.
Destruction in the slowness of ones purity
The world, is a gift one prolongs to see.
A music box with no tune.
Needing and spending, we lay in spiteful tears of misery.

a collaboration with * Edward McCormick


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Easter

The celebration cometh as Christ
was nailed on the cross of cavalry
carrying our burden of sins.
Everyone was bitter sad and
He spoke out is last storming statement
That was stamped by heaven and
gave up the ghost.

On the third day;
He resurrected and appear to his
people, who is he”JESUS CHRIST”
he is alive, he never dies but slept!!!


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DESPAIR OF A CHILD

Her eyes blinking hate	
Or more like a bait 
Inferno in her breath
Like Hades without a depth
So hard she tried to keep herself from bursting

Ten fingers clenched into a fist
Hard as an iron and ready to twist
Feet stomping like a rattle 
And mind disposed to battle
“It is all your fault
So detached and you have no heart”

“I am sorry” in a most innocent voice
Said the child in who is no vice
“I did not know there would be a fire” 
All I ever wanted is to satisfy a desire
Of having my parents back in my life
All I ever wanted is an end to the strife  


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The Bride

On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"


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Our Shattered Glass

In your head to pass this time
Attributing the former to your lies
Remember our cycle. Oh! how we belonged
We herded great minds and looseth the wronged
This is your part in our shattered glass

Although we fenced these strong beliefs
It is insatiable lust we reprieved
just short a miracle in humming this chord
Their weaknesses sort was time reborn
This is my part in our shattered glass

Endless love stories with novelty rhymes
a  mist of colours, distractions and lies  
Lighter pages, suspense or crime?
Mirrors and doors, our refraction in time
This is my part in our shattered glass

Just as we lost faith, we tore apart these walls
thus we drifted and sailed to our downfall
Last I heard of thee, it was late in the fall
In love and in lust, at her new masters beck-and-call
This is our sorrow in my shattered glass


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Wondering

Whats the point of being so alone?
Its what makes me sick inside.
Running away is something I can't condone,
So I'll search for where my pain resides. 

The feeling cuts through me.
Like a rusty blade,
It'll leave a mark you'll see,
And send me to an early grave. 

This emotion is like a sea of black arrows,
Sailing through wind,
They leave me stiff as a scarecrow,
When will this end?

Cross my heart and swear to die,
The end is nowhere nearby. 


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Disaster

Architectures old and new are tumbled.
Small Japan hit thrice in quick succession.
The bewildered  nation deeply humbled.
Nature pummels with a mad obsession.

Tsunamis take all that is not taken.
Failed nuclear plants spread fear throughout the land.
The loss of life so great, folks feel forsaken,
Citizens too confused to understand.

We, the world weeps as troubles grimly mount.
With disbelief we watch each horror come.
The money costs much more than they can count.
They know that it has been a princely sum.

Brave warriors battle on in staunch defense,
For losing has too dire a consequence.





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Many-toothed Thing

Many-toothed Thing

Nighttime has fallen across the whole land
And silence deafens the ear to all sound;
Darkness so deep that I can't see my hand
Or many-toothed things that are lurking around.

I feel my pace suddenly quicken with fright,
Supposing a ravenous beast is behind;
Some bloodthirsty, vicious creature of night
That can't be envisioned by any sane mind.

Abruptly—an alien noise makes me turn:
A snap of twig, or maybe dry bone.
My wide eyes see nothing, my gut starts to churn
As I realize the cause of the fear that I own.

The terrible, monstrous beast I can't see
Is really a different expression of me.


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Despair

Looking to what may lie ahead
Never do we escape their past
Of possibilities one left undead
As for Hopes only one will last

Wandering now in the night
Non deserving child of dark
Never knowing what is right
Without even a waning spark

Life grows boring, never new
Patience lives, but grows week
The right path never for view
Confused, where now do I seek

Redemption sought  in a foreign place
Winning the fight, but losing the race


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The Bride

On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"

dated May


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Brave like you

 I find myself not , eating, thinking, and sleeping
Sometimes , not doing things right in my life
The many obstacles , Im going threw
Just to reach one goal
The many blocks, I walk
Day or Night

Sometimes confuse on time
Wishing it was a dream
The moment , I heard 
You went to sleep
All, I keep saying is 
Who , understood me like you
For the many reasons 
I love you

I appreciated everything, you did
From the braveness, you gave my soul
The gentleness, in your words
For each teardrop, you wiped off my face
Now, my teardrops seem to reach the ground
While , I look in (Heaven)
Praying your looking down

Showering this fear off my skin
Feel my feet
They're so weak
But , for you 

I get on my knees
Singing and crying, to God
That my angel is you
So , I can whisper in your ear
Mama, make me brave
Brave like you

June 8th 2012


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The Yellow Bastard

I got this confusion, 
  I simply cannot sleep 
My heart is aching badly, 
  but I found no reason to weep 
  
A news from the men in the front line 
  That the war is near to ending, 
Yet nobody can ascertain 
  which side is going to win 
  
I pray for the brave men 
  To be home soon alive and safe 
A sound sleep for their children 
  They left home before bed 
  
I feed them with the hopes 
  That their daddies will win the fight 
They'll be back if not the morrow 
  Maybe after the next three nights. 
  
I am a yellow bastard 
  Who refused to join the rest 
Of their effort to gain freedom 
  While their own lives are at risk. 
  
I can see the shame on my face 
  I can taste my own disgrace 
My way of self-redemption 
  Is to wish our men all safe. 

             
Date & Time of Writing 
August 11, 2007 
1:11am - 1:53am 


A bit of history: 

Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, at that time the commander of the Seventh 
U.S. Army (but he was more popular as the commander of the Third U.S. 
Army towards the war's end), visited a military hospital in Sicily on 
Aug. 3, 1943. He walked past the beds of wounded soldiers, asking them 
about their injuries. Coming to the bed of a soldier who lacked visible 
signs of injury, Patton inquired about his health. 

The soldier, 18-year-old Pvt. Charles H. Kuhl, had been initially 
diagnosed as having a case of psychoneurosis. He told the General that 
he couldn't mentally handle the battle lines. "It's my nerves," he said. 
"I can hear the shells come over but I can't hear them burst." 

Patton, so enraged, slapped Kuhl across the face and called him a "Yellow Bastard".


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In my Lifetime

(From the other side of the track)

Grammar the regal tool of pure English
Alas used as a wedge to classify,
A divided country a trait snobbish
To ridicule lampoon then pacify.
This class structure based on one’s conveyance
The transfer of language the written word,
A populace afraid of decadence
Chances of education seldom heard.

Behold the reign of slang chaste dialect
Devolved from our Viking forefathers,
Just a distant phase of one’s recollect
As those characters our grandfathers.
Tradition broken down with one issue
Purity of a language to pursue.

7th january 2012


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Sonnet 22

Old memories can not evict my love
My heart is but a flute that plays her tune
Images of the days shared I think of
And of her love, myself, I am immune

When she is in my mind emotions move
Or so they swim through nerves from head to toe
'Twas her I've loved, her love I can't remove
Through my minds eyes that blink her more to grow

Decades have passed and days have distanced time
And walls have closed, and I am still alive
Her beauty shines upon the beast of mine
Still glowing in that bulb, dost she derive

Through life and many pages that I turn
A portrait of her love I can not burn