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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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Out of control

interference from the present outside  
in between humans struggling or browsing
always phones are being  used  or ringing 
radios broadcasting their loud flood tide  

news from all over the world  all  the time  
humans searching or fighting their own way 
the times are  changing  every  single  day  
a positive message a hidden mime  

hardly or no space at all to reflect  
calm moments mirages at a distance  
stress the only possible existence  
bombs of events claim each their own effect  

searching for my view and the clue what to do  
my attempt to walk trough reality's  coup 

(c) Elly Wouterse

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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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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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        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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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


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

Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem 
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009

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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Sonnet Dialogue: Scorn in Duality, Lit Op 5

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

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

“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.”

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

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!”

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


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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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The Urge

Out of the blue when the universe played
Got bored with my unshakable conduct
Brought out a flesh from a memory made
Perchance to test the thorn that has been plucked.
Dinner begins no harm; Scotch does not cut
Even unsaid language must not perplex
Yet longing for the presence turned us shut
Fast paced occurrence is what he projects.
Got carried away with this missed habit
Not denying ecstasy being felt
Though bothered by ways acting as unfit
Just sailed along until nothing was held.
Mutual fondness maybe at its peak
However, deep connection was still weak.

Guilty of being a slave to that pain
Much more with such shallow drawing power
The saying, “third time’s the charm”, is insane
Six seasons had it for the frail flower.
Putting up a struggle with the contrast
Causes the weariness of my texture
Pleasing the established circle had passed
Offer consolation for such gesture.
I need that distinctive pea in my pod
One who reflects himself on my flawed glass
I need that impulse no matter how odd
One who can keep up as far as it lasts.
The urge deserves to be in highest form
Never again be deceived by such norm.

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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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I'm Sorry, Billy Shakespeare

I despise sonnets, and they despise me.
So obnoxious with their fourteen line rhymes.
I’d rather be attacked by a banshee
Than be subjected to my mind’s rhyme-crimes.

Fingers tapping to the ten syllables.
Dead to the iambic pentameter.
Now I’m praying for the running of bulls.
A better poet would make my freezer.

o, I know Shakespeare would be so ashamed
To read the words that lay upon this page.
They do not stand to the man they are named.
A Shakespearean sonnet on rampage.

I know the man himself would not agree,
But thank God for rhyming dictionary.

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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

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SCIATICA - your best friend

You'll doubtless think my mind is fooling me,
or all my hurting's only in my head,
but pain is what brings on my misery
and makes my heart to wish that I was dead

and though my case is weak for proving it,
my lumbar's slipped a disk--and out of whack,
because of this my life has turned to shit,
and how I am, depends on how's my back.

My wish is you would have for just one day
sciatica I bear--so you could feel
in spite of what the skeptics have to say
my pain's excruciating--and is real.

   If you could stand a while here in my shoes
   the pain you'd feel would make you moan the blues.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa
for Facebook, Well this is a pretty picture of a storm coming
on Fort Knox, with me cut and pasted onto to
photo I took last week...

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A Debate of Conscience

Angel on my right shoulder battles devil on my left
Ever guiding my actions, saving my soul from bereft
Angels are among us, like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Reminding us to avoid falling from grace at the ridge

My special angel's sweet voice sounds so much like my mother's
We each have a conscience that is unlike any other's
Spirits of loved ones who've passed want us to know heaven's joy
So we’ll reunite with them and eternal bliss enjoy

So, Mom, if you are listening, your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path, you have mastered soul retrieval 
A wonderful life is bestowed by a righteous urging
From an angel observer seeking spiritual merging

My sense of right and wrong will still create battles ahead
But if I heed my mother’s voice, I’ll never be misled

July 2, 2011
For the "Me Against Myself" contest

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Sonnet 27

The world to me is not that much a place
Of peace and love, though lavender and lust
Tempts me to twist and turn away from grace
And of her world, my heart she can not trust

Dear love, my dear, shall lies be thy abuse?
As I desire the richness of her oil
Violence dost wrath, yet violets seduce
My sins to surge and slip into her soil

Passions do rise from natures spinning wheel
The likeness of forbidden fruit in fire
Holding your hand, your heart I could not heal
As if another world I did admire

Methinks my mind has wounds from being whirled,
And I an eye that blinks blind through the world

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Passion Untamed

What happens to passion untamed?

Does it consume one
like night does to the light?
or spread through one's body--
and then become ferocious?
Does it look like a savage beast?
or somehow turn into love--
like when two hearts meet?

Maybe it just remains there 
like a stone.

or does it drive you to the tomb?

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Opinions are like rectums, everyone Has one. Sadly, blockheads have them also. It’s what comes out: profundity or thrummed Beliefs that make all the difference. Know The truth and what’s not before you accept A single one. Beware of those whose thoughts are seeded in superstition and kept Alive as “old wives’ tales” falsely taught As truth; it’s damn ignorance is what it is! So eschew these cockeyed philosophies Beware of the false Sayers chorus Who opine their contrived absurdities. They may control the sought-after places But not Truth when we get down to cases.

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Drifting In the Hale-Bopp

The puzzle comes apart deep in the sky;
calls nothing that is concrete to the mind;
as far as we can tell and meets the eye
the reason for the tail's not ours to find.

We stand confused, and only guess at why
the wonder of it all has stilled our voice
did David Korish ever really die?
and is it all worked out, with little choice?

Mount Carmel but a coming of an age
the catostrophic ending of mistake,
what hope is there to ever quell the rage
appeassing what is wrong, for honors sake?

      Is there a sign that's ever flown the sky
       or is it just a dream where-in we die?
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Like roses on a thorn I never knew
 What I thought was beneath and what was there
 I look inside and all I see is you
 And there I found I actually do care
 More than I deserve, you make me feel
 Am I awake? Or is this just a dream?
 Heart Beats, with a tear and my thoughts unreal
 Perhaps this world is more that what it seems;
 I hope someday you'll see what I see
 Away with your pity and no more sighs
 You'll look inside and tomorrow we will fly
 You'll change and the sky will darken its hue
 Whatever you become I will still love you

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not an option

this drop-down box just does not fit
this pigeon-cooped web, on which I sit

my brother-in-law's first name don't matter
my mother's maiden name don't neither
see i never married, it'd make me fatter 'n'
Dad got Ma pregnant, then decided to leave 'er

i can't say i even remember a favorite
car or dog or a grade-school teacher
these choices would make me a hypocrite,
i don't fit your standard operating procedure 

my life don't fit in these digital boxes
in observation, i suspect i'm not alone
programming pretenses are overly obnoxious 
thinking outside them, that might be known

© Goode Guy 2013-07-09

actually a bit of an inverse verse of sonnet

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Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...

If anyone eats this bread

He will live forever

Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"

Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine

Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union 
with the Lord God.

Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ

It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ

The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.

Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar

He is to be honored with the worship adoration

To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude

Expression of love

Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord

Written 09182012

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Ode to the Winning Chess Player---Or, For The Checkmated Winners

Aptly said and boldly spoken.
Chess is over
Lacking all stakes and honor.
Every Black went to Checkmate,
All others forfeit!
Let's ignore the real someone and scatter back homewards.
"We didn't much play him Good Folks, but remember
In this world so dishonest,
We're dressed up quite nicely.
And, oh yeah, Chess is a serious endeavor. . ."
He's undefeated, not Dead
So just hold the Presses.
Once he's passed let me know,
With however badly he suffered.
To work towards a tournament ten foolish years,
To be recognized, honored, and considered a Legend. . .
But, hey!, we're Checkmated Winners,
So now don't cause much trouble!
Since he's owed chess monies now, and it's about that that you're asking,
Just listen up People,
We mean he won't get his money!

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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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The Common Handicap

A man sat on a bench, holding a blank
face. But then the sun shone its rays so bright
that he started to smile in the warm light
and chuckled. Yes, in happiness he sank.
Alas, the sunny day thunderclouds flanked.
But so, the man's laughter was still in sight!
It even grew along the storm! That's right,
he began to madly laugh in the night.

In the land where birds and men and beasts sings 
all the time, can we distinguish the songs?
Are we capable to say which is which?
What a thin, thin line there is between things
that parted it from the rights and the wrongs
Are we capable to say which is which?

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I wake up screaming, sometimes crying.
I simply can't tell which side is lying.
Is it me, or is it my brain? 
I can't deal with much more because it drives me insane.
I see visions of horrible, gruesome things.
Like people who've been chopped to bits, and little dead kids that sing.
I can hear the music playing and it scares me to death.
I try to run away, but I get sicker with every breath.
I see people I love and others that I've never seen before.
If I ever see those strangers when I'm awake, I'll freak out, I'm sure.
Why do I have these nightmares each and every time I sleep?
Have I not cried enough tears for people I'll never meet?
I'll never understand it, but I guess I'll have to deal.
It only gets to me this bad because it all seems so real.

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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	

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It Has Always Been

In the never ending cycle of life we turn around,
fading into darkness where there is no sight or sound
and back again to brightness that stirs up all our senses
love and pain fall down like rain and so we build our fences
to keep out all the bad things, but then again the good
get shut outside from where we hide in our lonely neighborhood.

Worse it gets until the pressure blows a hole right through it
and instead of stepping in the sun we rise and just redo it
trying hard to fool ourselves the past we can erase
spending time with beer and lime and thoughts we cannot face.
On and on we go until the storm grows once again
we try to fight with all our might, believing we can win.

Struggling hard against the tide like fish caught in a creel
pretending there is nothing to emotions that we feel.
We end up giving credit to the powers up or down
we're making love while up above the angels watch us drown.
All along the answer is a small but potent spark
that shadowed people use to find the light within the dark.

Hope is fleeting, fading into shades of black and grey,
yet something deep inside of us is beckoning to stay.
Faith's a long lost talent hidden in a silver cloud
we here the thunder and we wonder, should we speak out loud?
Come to me and follow was what a wise man said
It seems to me that what I see is something else instead.

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Vast Love

The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain

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Sursum Corda

Happens every day- WHAT? Confrontation
‘A’ism Vs. ‘B’ism- ‘X’ ism Vs. ‘Y’ism
Thesis- Antithesis; synthesis- isn’t it consummate?
Nothing exist called anachronism!

Conflict; is the child and also father
She is no Marx; Engels or Lenin oh folk!
Pacific community is her one desire
She’s not only red; also a capitalist bulk

But, her much tilted eyebrows; heavy eyelids
Wet cheeks- red eyeballs
Desert- drought suffered those lips
Through eye lashes acidic rain falls

Blood stains; she stares at how bad they scent
Sursum corda so that this ugly color may faint

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The Sleeping Conscious

Awake and beating to the sound of the sky,
Through smoke the light rises,
Out and in the sound of vibrations,
Watching and listening from low, from high.

The darkness resonates around:
It follows and curves between and in,
It waits to see to start to begin.
Yet they are not in tune to the sound. 

Now you see that it has gone,
A time when all but one gets old;
Found then lost, the hearts will fold,
But now with you all is won.

The light drowns out all else but me,
The swirls dart and shadows flee.

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Well Red

The book is red, bright red, that’s plain to me.
Okay, it’s black, but that’s just years of grime.
It is the office dictionary, see?
And when it is consulted – every time –

a new thumbprint is left to join the rest.
Across the years it’s been consulted – ooh,
let’s see now – several thousand times at least;
collects detritus from the desktop, too.

Sometimes we check reality, exact;
illusion is a well-thumbed word as well.
Oh, yes, the book’s bright red and that’s a fact;
you only have to look and you can tell.

And yet we’re startled when that colour’s seen
so brightly where my coffee cup has been.

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Vikings and Islam

Vikings and Islam 
Way back in the 7 hundred or something when 
Islam leaders tried to establish a Caliphate in 
Europe, they met Vikings who were plundering 
their way down the river of Volga and often 
employed the barbaric Norsemen to do a bit of
plundering on their behalf. 
A few Vikings converted, when coming home
they spoke about the evil of fermented drink
and it took hold, even when Islam, the religion, 
was forgotten the idea of sobriety lingered and
has had a deep influence in Nordic Societies 
ever since. Well, the Moslems are back, not as
occupiers, but one wishes, on Saturday nights, 
a bit of sober Islam would be remembered. 

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Gone Too Far

That’s not my elephant, officer, though she is pink.
She is right in front of your vehicle sir, I think.
Not too big, but not too small, her name is Ella.
I would say she likes to carry her pink umbrella.
I bet those second graders can see her just fine.
Yes, officer, I bet that they never drank any wine.
So to say, she is not there, will start some fights.
So remember that my faith is in the bill of rights.
She dances so fine around, around over the lot.
Upon tips of her toes, she cannot smoke pot.
However, she can eat spaghetti, with meatballs hot,
She loves to slurp, and swing the noodles in trot.
Don’t you see her now, over on top of that car?
Well, sir, you’re under arrest, you’ve gone too far.

Written for

Sponsor Matt Caliri 
Contest Name That's Not My Elephant 

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Coldly Alone

It's when the night gets cold
I miss you the most
With no ones there to cover or care
It's when the night gets cold
My thoughts flood my brain
Your image takes such a strong hold
I have no control
It's when the night gets cold
I ache for you the most
Wanting to be so close
But no one near to see nor hear
It's when the night gets cold
I miss you the most

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Comment of the verses commenting mine

I have happily walked through your poems`s spring:
And many times,a sensible heart sounded
Like a queen-violin;and many times,a king
Among the newest impetuous verse surely was crowned:
In the place with stalactites and stalagmites,the dreams` voice resounded;
And certainly yours keeps its face in the sunshine ready to be beyond the praise.
With air hands ,I touch the season white,with your name rebounded.
Unforgettable one in the lasting generous  heaven lays 
And the poets` realm with much honor you raise.
You know: the bits of heart ,the life`s syllogism disobeys;
Tender is the night in which,the candles are brought
For more light.To each I tell the same and especially to thee:
No sweetest rest,no pleasure work can be. 

(Especially to my first reader ,Peggy Bertrand this spontaneous attempt to fill 
these empty moments with myself and my gratitude.)

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Old men

Old men who sit and watch with vacant stares
And mutter to themselves about their time,
Who have that ragged look of deep despair 
Of lonely men who've lived beyond their prime.
And those who see the dwindling of their years
Seek comfort in the glories of the past
Where memories can try allay the fears
Of living in a world that moves so fast
Oh what they'd give to live it all again
To be the man they were for just a day
And have the world again as their domain
Where life is just a game that people play
And if to live that day would be their choice
They would live it to the full and rejoice 

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The Approach Lost


I see you walk towards me dismal sky above
No Caribian blue and child beside you

Yes as we speed closer no need to talk just think I followed their advice
But look at the debt they ask of us now.

You stare as you approach delivering contempt and tightened lip
I only replied to your demands and shots to my bough

Ever closer to each other embarressed in separation or proud
Can we not shop in the same shops or drink with the same crowd

Check a pocket to be cool of nerve and look for nothing only our child
She too looks at me in contempt but why then look away as programmed

A gone by moment never to be captured or re-captured, discussed or mentioned
just like a shooting star never shall you find a time so wasted so lost as this.


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Shall I Compare Thee

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more stormy and less temperate.
Rough winds do shake our fragile bonds of May,
And summer's temper hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot your sweat does shine,
And often is your beauty dimmed;
And every handsome man you do decline,
by chance, they leave chest hair untrimmed.

Part 2 Variation
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art as stormy and as cold
And do leave me longing for May
And winter’s temper too long showed
Sometime too cold yours eyes shine GREY

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A sonnet for Johnny

Your love is music to my soul,
It is more lovely than any 
melody that replays in my 
Notes fly through my heart that 
was once coal,
I was blind
Now I can clearly see since 
your rhythm set me free,
Soft wind hums through my 
As you sing to me,
Your soft voice drives away all 
my fears.
But love never lasts in one's life 
Pardon me as I lay down my 
While you walk a mile in pursuit 
of a heart breaking crime,
You played me like a card.
and I awllowed all of this pain
Never again will I play this 

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God's question

The water it is raising, and the Sun is oh so hot.

Is this the year for saying, goodbye to all that we have got

Sitting in confusion while knowing happiness can’t be bought

We dig it up and form into a baubles dream

Then thoughtless cast it aside and buy the newest Ponzi scheme

As Lemmings to the ocean we seem oh so bereft

Rushing into madness while heading for a cliff

Madness veiled as laughter ringing into cheers

Never once confronting the source of all our fears

Watching eyes in their confusion as we fail to use his tools

Can I be the creator of this world filled with fools?

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From the Beginning

Since we met, 
Our hearts have been,
Through a lot,
And I have always hoped,
That you would be the one,
To capture my heart,
But times have changed,
And caused us not to be,
   The people we once were.

People chance through time,
And their true person shows,
And no matter how things turn out,
We can always be friends,
Because love never dies,
It just breaks off, 
But true foundations will last,
Throughout the years,
     And makes love last throughout the friendship.

However, I never give up on love,
Because I know it is out there,
And there is someone for me,
I just wonder who it is,
And where they are,
However, if it is meant to be,
We will be together again,
In the future,
For if you love someone and let them go,
     And they come back it's meant to be.

So, always take your time,
And never rush into things,
Because rushing into things is a disaster,
And both parties will get hurt,
Then there is hard feelings among you,
Which will cause the end all together.

Always search your heart and mind,
And know what you want before you leap,
Because if you don't,
Everyone will get hurt in the situation,
Because it is more than,
Just you and me.

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We hear them now, the beating bass of drum,
the marchers, though loose-knit, from Wall Street's rolls,
too soon will turn to cadence; those who come,
all have no memory of Hitler's goals.

Their good intentions caved in, to survive,
to placing blame to where it shouldn't go!
And all too soon, the buzzing of the hive
lays every blame to things we shouldn't know.

Though mournful is the tune that plays along
to every drumbeat, calling for return
of nights of death--the old recall the song,
but much too late recall how bodies burn.

And Stars of David are replaced on every wall,
by Swastikas demanding rights for all.

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So Mendacious

Why do we lie, why do we deceive,
The answers we will never retrieve.
Lie after lie somebody please tell me what for,
You get so lost into it when you're not telling the truth you're
not even sure.
Tired of convincing them that you're true,
No matter what you say, no matter what you do,
you still don't have them believing you.
Good at what you do, how you do, when you're doing it, can't keep up
with your own work you've created.
So don't live off of so many lies,
maybe you should have your life rejuvenated.
Back to the original state of mind,
Where you become somewhat of mankind.
The part of life where you live with the real state of things,
The truth that's what that means.
It wouldn't hurt nobody but yourself,
Because then you'll be putting all the lies on the shelf.
But if that's to much to ask,
You can always go back.....
Go back to the life you're use to living,
With all the lies you're use to giving.

October 15, 2007
~The One and Only~

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Through time and space, you've come and found me here,
at first I guessed that you were only dreams,
that come and go, so far away, yet near,
and in a time where nothings as it seems.

Too much of you fell on me from the start,
from out of night, where winds of love are blown,
deep in another time, as if a part,
of all I've ever been and ever known.

Deep in a candle flame, that burning sight,
I feel you near, across the universe,
and touch your love, bounced from a satellite,
and make of you my blessing and my curse.

No matter--you've become my love again,
from out of cyberspace, where you have been.
..............© ron wilson

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Leaving Home

So many years have come and gone away, 
And now the time has come that I should leave; 
The sanctuary where I was to pray, 
The haven where my heart was free to grieve. 

I never had to front or fog the facts. 
It knew me as I knew myself to be, 
And as I wait to walk upon the tracks, 
I feel as though it's from myself I flee. 

Now it only houses me in sorrow, 
By misty memories of days long passed; 
Knowing I'll be on my own tomorrow, 
And wondering how long this pain will last. 

If home is where the heart is then I find, 
I'll have to leave my broken heart behind.

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          HERE  THEY PARTAKE                     
          HERE THEY UNDERTAKE                                                        


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The edge of frustration

Joys of the day,seems to be limited,
with sun going down,leaving me frustrated.

Dunno what makes me so ,trying to figure it out
whether its the horrible climate or the little ones shout

But again,I've tolerated climates worse than present
and the presence of kids ,happiness was all it meant 

then what could be the reason for my present state
that my very lovable things are now an object of hate

Irritation seems to be ready for anything that comes across
Be it either a friend or family with everyone I'm cross

Find me a place where I can get a moment of peace
along the blue high skies or in the lovely green trees

As i need to get away from this reality of irritation
killing me every moment at the edge of frustration.

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I Can Say It Now To Myself

I apologize for all mistrust.
Forgiveness your nature, it is so.
Hear thine words of tragedy and must.
Awaiting answer, before I go,

Those equations that I speak silent,
Prepare thou for our sweet departure.
Those quiet and distinct moments lent.
We both indignant, so immature,

Now we can share our differences.
Masks never hidden to each other,
Our inner heart shared references.
We could not deceive ourselves brother.

We are; I accept apology.
Now no more, combined, you are now me.

Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name You Can Say It Now 

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A Countryman's Plea

Mr. President, I want you, to live in my shoes
To do the necessary things that you must do
To work for your money, not speak friendly words
To feel the pain, from YOUR people, not Afghans or Kurds

Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light?
What makes you think this reform is so right?
You have given us nothing, yet you give high demands
You have caused higher taxes, you have no helping hand

Please Mr. President, hear your citizens' plea
This message is from your country, not only from me

Copyright © Drew Johnson, 2009

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alone and wandering out loud

as i wandered into the crowd 
i wondered if i'll ever survive
letting my thoughts out loud
feeling neither dead or alive
but empty as a hollow tree
not moving but rooted in the same place
everyone with their fake smiles pretending to be me
people with split personalites and two-faced
the world is blind to what others can see
alone in the thoughts of my mind
wandering like a lost soul
everyone's too busy to look inside themselves and find 
trying to meet society's silly and pathetic goals
wishing to be warm and loved
and away from society's cold stone hearts
wanting what is beautiful and ripping everything else apart
many things gone wrong from what society can't finish what they start
too superior and arrogant is why society today is so proud 
as i go alone and wandering out loud

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         THE RESTING
Our death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all no one can ever see.

It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's little left the heart would like to do.

     Old one, you're numbered to your final breath.
      Your rest is not until it's done in death.

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coward masquerades

      You are called faceless

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      BAD LOVE
I've loved you all this time; an empty bag;
as scorched as summer heat and cold as snow.
Life clings to me and gets to be a drag
and nothing's worth the time it takes to know.

Continueing to drift all through my mind,
the thought of you it comes--but never goes,
and out of sight is never hard to find,
when there is love, if love it never grows.

I want the touch of you more than life's spark,
but time between us is too much to bear,
love incomplete, has left its bitter mark
here in my cold, and left me dying there.

   I want to know that love is more than dreams
    but somehow it's as bad as how it seems.
© Ron Wilson (aka Vee Bdosa)

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The Unavoidable Need For Sunlight

?The Unavoidable Need For Sunlight
You walk through life, your head held high,
smile for the world to see.
But you glance behind, since you rely
UpOn your shadow; upon me.
I yearn for an obstruction 
To overcome the rays.
perhaps, then you'll face deduction
Amidst winter's haunting grays.
The remaining leaves are frosted;
They clink mournfully in dark.
Like them I am exhausted,
Wishing I could disembark.
What you need to realize is, it's you whom you deceive;
If you'd let me be your sunlight, I would never leave.

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Restless Nights

The mind can feel like being in prison with no where to escape,
Some times feeling like you're going to break.
Constant thoughts that you have no answers to,
No one understands what you've been through.
Looking at you all crazy when you speak your mind,
Just starts an argument every time.
Mentally you're dying and you're brains on its last breathe,
Thoughts consuming like cancer that spreads.
Trying to let them inside your mind so they'll see,
What you go through every day and why it hurts emotionally.
Our thoughts make bring us hardship,
They can also ruin relationships.
Make you question things you normally wouldn't,
The mind makes you do things that you know you shouldn't.
Thoughts keep us up at night because our minds want rest,
Every day is like being put through a test.
Can I handle it or will I finally crack,
The stress of it all feels like a heart attack.
Begging and bleeding that this pain goes away,
It takes so much out that it makes you unhappy.
It's the inner demons that are hard to fight,
Trying to see things in another light.
Exhausted by what you can't seem to repair,
The minds a fragile thing when you're feeling despair.
You're at war with yourself blocking out things that are just in your head,
Trying to calm yourself so you can go to bed.
Our thoughts can put us in a danger zone,
If we dwell on things and let our minds roam.
A damaged mind takes time to heal,
To pick out what is fake and what is real.
Listening is what helps ease the mind,
All it takes is a little understanding and words that are kind.

     March 28, 2014
~ The One and Only~

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Dementia in ADD minor

Give me some methylphenidate
So I can concentrate
Electrical impulses and chemicals mixed into one
All of that is called memories for some

Random people without faces
Roaming around in my mind
Leaving their muddy foot print traces
Like souvenirs behind

This dementia is a blessing
So people shouldn’t be stressing
For my train of thought
Can’t be caught 

For rational irrationality
Is no longer part of me

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Last Supper – A Winter Sonnet

I spit the words you made me eat, and then
they land on you as there you stand aghast –
You cringe and stare at what you said; thick phlegm
bedecks your face, a white-hot, slimy blast.

They left a taste, a bitter paste of hate
and painful anger. Tongue to teeth, I fled
the room and slapped the twisted hands of fate
from off my neck as choking life-breath bled.

I tripped, you screamed and tried to grab me back –
Too late for that, and now we fall apart.
The precipice is yawning, grim, deep black
and down I plunge, my ending and my start.

The forge of stellar flame blows hot, then cold
as melting, sculpted frozen wings unfold

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Lunar Love

         LUNAR LOVE
You steal the light when there is none to see
when there is nothing left, you take it all,
and what is left is just the shell of me
all mesmerized and backed against the wall;

you are the moon behind the branches bare
I watch you move so slow and lovingly
until you leave the trees behind and there
I see the shadow of your smile for me.

Where man has walked on dust of lovers dreams
you bathe in sunilght of another day
in other times when nothing's as it seems,
and speak to me in words you never say.

The world is yours, you give it all to me
to wonder at, but not to ever be.

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So stirs the heart of man, the great delight,
   to raise a banner high, the march of fate;
to lead the way, where only dark of night,
   might find a way to quench the thirst for hate;   
and lessor men will follow any call,
   of self appointed leaders of the day, 
the good, the bad, the dead, but butchers all,   
   one crowned in might, the other in decay!

To follow is the way, if wrong or right,
    determined by the one who stands at last,
we hold this  judgement, as if heaven might
    just comprehend the end that binds us fast.

      and when we see it come around once more,
      all wonder is what leads us on to war???
 ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)

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Lost Love

The words of a heart felt letter "I love you I didn’t do it", fading into ashes.
The flames of the hostile words "I know you did it, admit it slut" devouring and edging the pain.
I stand, broken in shattered bits, my heart washed away by the rain.
Words of love actions of hate, "Drew don’t you see that it clashes?"
It is done it is over, turn by turn a wave of relief then despair over me crashes.
Mine, yours, ours, words of love, amore’ it is now my bane.
This heart of mine traveling a one way street in reverse, in the wrong lane.
Togetherness taken for granted in its death throes our relationship thrashes.
The wrath within loosed on a dying soul.
Eternity of blackness snuffs out loves last flicker.
This barrage is not you speaking but the words of your mistress Meth.
Venom of anger and distrust conjured by your other love has taken its toll.
Seething eyes burn me, his stinging tongue whips me with one last snicker.
My affection crumpled my heart empty, descending, and falling, fading, death.
                                                                                                           Summer Gratias

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We love when where hurt
We burn with out a sound
So when lights give way to the dark
Don't run away
We love when the rain calls
When the nights moan
And time shatters into the ebisk of self consciences
Shattered into pieces and fractions of fractured screams
That echoes through the past, waking the regret we've shunned
And when it comes
Shocked are we
To find a stranger in the pond
Forced in to a submission
"But when?"

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Always Insane

 i am alone, 
it is quiet and isolated 
i like it like this, 
i can think, 
true, i may be insane, 
who isn't? 
insanity goes a long way 
until you share yourself
with the one you love 
day after day, 
for now, bask in the isolation, 
stretch your muscles in the quiet, 
alone for now, isolated, 
but not in the shadows,
surrounded by friends,
 but ignored, 
always ignored,
 feeling torn, 
such feelings are 
so mundane, 
nothing compares to 
always feeling insane.

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Final Statement

Love, be not weary in doing well. Since
Love is not love that loves only for praise
And cannot love those who makes the flesh wince
Or make truth gasps, and wisdom be amazed.
We who are mortal love only by faith
Believing in the perfect, keeping trust
With belief, adoring what men must hate:
The polished vanity is only crust!

Dare you snide then who is deformed inside
Whose history gives no higher mound of grace
For the wider berth of self-blinding pride
I would'nt lambast what's written in your face
How the confusion of years defiled you
For jealousy is no right to love true.

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The day we die is peace to what's the soul
to fly into and through the dark of space
We join the love of God-- death is our goal,
into the light of Him and His embrace;

But as we go, one part we leave behind
'tis physical, and what we think's the end;
and buried in the heap, if we've the mind,
or burned and scatterred to the blowing wind!

Them bones that dry won't stand the test of time;
and if there's thought to be a bit of gold;
the search is on, through earthly grist and grime
to dig us up, so that our tale is told!

The curse of time is on the diggers head;
With little thought they make love to the dead.
© ron wilson ©

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Natural Beauty

Sparkling rivers on a moonlit night
The starry sky covers them with its light
Softly signing songbirds adding romance
Nature's song so sweet, it creates a trance

The scent of roses suspended in the air
Exotic floral fragrances drawing them so near
The silky feeling of soft breeze on smooth skin
The touch of cool grass warming them within

They kiss.....
She tastes like caffeine
He tastes like cigarettes
They get up, walk away
Thinking disgustedly to themselves

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When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;

the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;

all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.

The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson

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Just can't fix

The heart something duct tape just can not fix                															Spirit but there is One I Hope it clicks                                             												                                                    '                                                                                                                                          Broken without repair to a friend mine           															like the roll I would give loves at all-times    															'                                                                                                                                                               Jesus more than brothers He in the cliques     															Master repairer of contrite's transfixed  																                                                                                                                                                          '                                                                                                                                                         My friend a place duct tape won't stick holds kind                                                               The One sets us free and a Friend who binds 															                                                                  -                                                                             by John Beam

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        Young Love In Auschwitz
Not into life too firm, and dying slow
before the years intended for death's claim,
youth wasted by the way she had to go,
she never had the chance to feel love's flame;

nor cast her flashing eyes in teasing's charm
to courting boys, who begged her company,
whom otherwise would keep her safe from harm
and far removed from how life had to be;

though spring was on, the time for love's sweet breath,
in hunger is a pain that stops love cold,
and in love's place the hope for instant death
was all that kept her here, and growing old.

     Somewhere deep in her heart, his probing eyes
      brought feeling her life couldn't recognize.

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What I am I am Not

I can admit, what I am I am not.
The one who’s left behind of best forgot.
I am not special, I am common clay.
I am the one who’s morals decay.

I am not the one with something to show.
Of significance I will never know,
I am the one destined to choke.
Take to the grave the words I never spoke.

I am the addict seeking an escape,
Alone and sober when the silence breaks,
Sell my soul, all debts are repaid.
I am the one of whom stigmas are made.

My best intention, a free floating thought,
Stripped, barely alive, or all for naught. 

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Breath Away

Visual cacophonies: I witness
     Them, blithe and impaired-smouldering like a 
 Cigarette. Phoenix, to rise from ashes
     Is irrelevance; flame is far from a
Necessity to warmth, though I am no
     Prometheus with bruises of the mind.
It has wavered too long, taken too slow
     To only find it has been wasted time
(And the time peices are all unfriendly here).
     They, unreliable and tepid, take
The breath away from me-it idles there,
     Steaming from exposure, cursed and fake.
There lacks a subtle hinting waif to speak
Of all unglories of a Heart that's weak.

"Breath Away"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad

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My Darkest Childhood Memory

My void is the darkest penetration of childhood.
No memory at all before age of six so fair.
Thine memories might have been bad or good.
Mine has no glimpses, or comparison to share.
Thou shall say this may be a blessing so sweet.
Though my mind has no distinct recall to meet,
No shape of any kind, only fantasy for retreat.
Whilst I travel onward, I am lost in defeat.
My darkest childhood memory is none at all.
Mystery of things I have missed or recall.
I live on in the shadows that make me whole.
I waver on the balance of what does console.
This mind and soul with a spirit that will seek,
Diligently answers for future, my past is weak.

Written for

Sponsor Walayee Whitlock 
Contest Name My Darkest Childhood Memory 

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To be loved

Like an eagle in butcher’s corners
Some have embraced it like sands
They are the chicks of hen mothers
Protected from the hard craws of hard beaked birds

Though all in the spherical are
Most from milk teeth are thy denied.
Hovering from every tom & harie
Looking like a raining season vulture

That petched on dry wood.
With feathers like an avian infulexa bird.
 Aching of heart at moon time is thy mood.
With oceans flowing through their lids.

To be loved thy are privilege
Enjoy by the class of privilege.

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some poor child

i can hear it far off in the distant night
the loud and sobering cry's of some poor child
the sounds now express his never ending fright
what could have gotten his guardian so dam riled

eats me up deep inside if i have to hide
i take off into the night to save a life
i ran beyond my self i ran with a long stride
and in my hands there rested a really big knife

busted through the door the boy lied there on the floor
waited one night to many i think to my self 
if only i had not waited a second more
it is a  bloody knife laid up on a shelf

and there she is down in the corner for ever
to remember her part in a wild endeavour

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I hear you speak, no face

For today I am lost My mind playing tricks Am I here? Am I real? I feel im invisible Yet I feel so hurt No one can see me or feel my pain Yet the blood runs warm through my veins. Who goes there? I heard you call Just the voices willing me to fall Into the trap of loneliness and despair I try to hold my head high and I try not to care. Sometimes it become far too much The pain the voices and as such Is it too much to ask, I just want to be free Just open me up with that little silver key. I am but one, In this thing you call life I have to be strong and resist the knife.

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How The World Is Really Changed

You've sensed it grow from sea to murky sea
and smelled it's fragrance, shore to crashing shore
and though you thought that love is what would be
deep in your heart, it's not what you've looked for;

creation came from catastrophic things,
a crashing in on life, to bring a change
and nothing's ever come from what love brings
it's all from pain that life can re-arrange;

and if the end is closer to us now
of what we are, and all we have and hold,
we'll hope until the end, to find out how
to save ourselves, before the tale is told;

but as we slip and fall beneath the sea
we'll know that hate has made it all to be.

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Today once again we did not agree,
Utterances of emotional anger exchanged between you and me.
Once again the reason ‘why’ escapes logical thinking,
Drowning in confusion - sinking.
Flowage of streams attempts to come to my eyes,
I say to myself- You promised not to cry.

I feel that I am treated more like a stranger than your lover,
I observe the differences when you are entertained by another.
I regret allowing the grief of what you bring,
I am so depleted of you as I wear this ring.

I believe that my feelings you must devour,
When to your commands and will; I do not cower.
Once again you apologize as I look in your eyes and ponder the question, Can this be?
With tears in my eye I know that there is no more you and me.

@ Tunisia Torres

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The gloom of death gone bad so near that night,
as circumstance played out a mournful tune,
and echoed through my brain, as if it might, 
give credence to the shadows of full moon;

and buried I my virgin, thin and bare,
she bathed in lilac, head down to her toes,
I laid her sixteen feet, to keep her there,
and marked her with a headstone no one knows,

and lest the devil wolves, who love her dear,
should get a sense of lilac in the night,
and smell their way from there to over here,
then raise her from her tomb, as sure they might!

I could not bear to end her chastity,
and so she died a virgin just for me!

She was an early purchase, just a child,
just seven years, from gypsies passing by,
and in her eyes the look, both free and wild,
yet of her bondage never questioned why.

All ladies saw her beauty, as she grew,
and changed from childhood to maturity,
to be more woman than they ever knew,
and virgin that she was, was due to me.

But at her end, her body was afire,
and yearning for the love I would not give,
lest I should lay to waste, in my desire,
the greatest beauty of this life I live!

So sleeps my virgin, as she'll always be,
unless my passion gets the best of me!
© ron wilson akaVee Bdosa

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Emotions fall to meaningless cliché
attempting to unravel lover’s mind,
and plummeting through endless fields of grey
though vibrant you, poetic threads unwind.
Obstructed by the trials two lives have brought,
the beauty seeks its eloquent release;
expression, though we surely have been taught,
will fail when all poetic urges cease.
The promise made, ensuring we survive
stirs not the timeless scribble of the pen,
though every small betrayal so alive
does beckon me to empty page again.

The passionate alone can drive the quill;
as such, it seems my pain is stronger still.

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The Discovery.

Heavy,thick dust on the floors and benches
Open back door and a key on the table
Grass uncut, beer bottles strewn about
Brown water spurting out, pipes detached
Original wallpaper melting off the walls..
Old ,loose fitting, rusty  handles on doors
The house is empty,rotting junk mail aplenty
A vine inside creeped in from the floorboards
No kitchen,no handrail,where are the landlords?
A peaceful view of a  backyard with a wild turkey
Lorikeets happily feasting on bright flowered tree.
Misty sun showers on a  western mountain horizon.
She said "Do you like what you see of our discovery?"
Her pointy nose + fine sense of scent lead us there.

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Here they partake                     
Here they undertake                                                        
The populace for claimed change
But no valuable range
The undertakers often masquerade
The masquerades parade
In-advance will in will
The will unveils self-interests
For youth no job invests
For populace no dining table

For Gerinians maladies incurable  
V.I.P Gerinians are equal
In Gerinian all are not equal

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earn dont take

He is a mechanic
Repairing failed brakes
to help or to worsen
I know not

for many have fallen victims
in his act of mechanikism
the failed brake he repairs
but to second mission it

He wants it second missioned
but the result he reasons not
for life he thinks laughed
The car now bloody

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         SO IT GOES
We've heard that so it goes, and all is vain
that everything just happens come what may.
Is nothing worth the time, or all the pain
and everything just passes, anyway?

If so it goes, and we have no control
and evil's just a thing that comes along,
then what's the use in setting any goal
or teaching good and bad, or right and wrong?

What is the use if there is nothing more
than what we have right now, and here at hand
what good is there in ever planning for
a better way than one already planned?

How sad to think a generation knows
no more than all is now, and so it goes.
       © ron wilson

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Sonnet XII

With skin so pale you resembled a ghost,
And lips as red as the cherries you ate,
You were, by far, more beautiful than most.
With a mind so smart, and a heart so great,
If only, if only, you loved me, too.
To me, you were all that mattered in life.
And I knew that my love for you was true,
But without your love, I was filled with strife.
Lying side by side one cold, wintry night,
Our bodies' heat fogging up the windows,
I declared my love for you with delight.
But you did not answer and quickly rose.
I loved you as much as my heart allowed,
But then, you left to join Him in the clouds.

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Who has it all?

Who has it all?

In the clear of day
Some will like to trade condition
Maybe because of his garb
Yet his neck thus bends

Bends on the weight of tribulations
His son puffs and wastes away
Isn’t your son a first class holder?
Learn how to appreciate where thou are

I agree u have no car
Yet he died on his own Infinity
The house he built
Have caused him robbery attacks
Dear, it is all hot everywhere
Even in the underwater

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My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear.
My words that flow betray my honor and send me fear.
Never would you know of the dilemma and sorrow I hide.
My soul and desires have reached outward and only cried.

Burdens I have carried and hidden from day of my birth.
Lost and forsaken my spirit never awoken for my worth.
Though I carry onward and deflate my mystery from inside.
They know not of the precious fortitude, courage I hide.

These attitudes I shall carry deeply into my quiet grave.
For to depart any other way, would separate soul to save.
My sorrow of who I have disheartened I carry deep within.
Though I do not feel my quagmire holds any real sin.

These days and nights that I target, from within my life,
Shall someday have a stronghold and be graciously rife.

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Just Write

written on 08/14/2011

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I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008

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Don't worry little girl, you need not cry,
we know your tears, and feel them every one
and all too well, though many have to die,
you will go home again, it is not gone,

but merely re-arranged, or burned at most,
the place called home still thrives for you one day
to dream and build again, a fence, a post,
four walls to keep you safe where you can stay,

and never see again man's evil eye
nor feel again the hate that brought this on,
and though for now you sit alone and cry,
the bombers and the butchers will be gone.

Your home is safe, and waits for your return,
Though nothing's left, except what will not burn.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

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The letter

My skies are so blue,
with all that is true.
I am lonely here waiting for you.
Lonely as can be,
With the letter in my hand,
you do not come to me.
As I stand here crying,
I am slowly dying. 
So my love,
show me you love me.

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The Blocks Been Torn Apart

Seen my brothers locked away in a cage
strugglin tryin not to get life doubled
and excuse me but we got rational rage
on the block our only hope is to bubble
rantings in pen no one thinks that I'm sane
seen brothers pass away and do you feel
look at the pavements shade, thats from blood stains
we gettin peeled can't we see the streets is real
now we deny I'm tryna figure why,
no one care when our lost souls go
we rationalize we all gotta die
but he's just sixteen 'that's how the blood flow'
we all in pain if we don't heed the heart
and it seems the blocks been torn apart

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Between 2 Loves

 I'm in between two loves. 
 And I don't want to hurt these lovely doves.
 But my fear is to loose them both... 
 because on either  i'm unable to make an oath. 
 The problem is that I must choose one, and the other will be gone.
 Oh! how I got betwix each twin. 
 Now I wonder who will win.

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You looked too deep where no one's seen before
into the very deepest part of me
where hides my very breathing soul and more
I'd not allowed the world to even see.

You made your way right through my heart and mind
and opened doors I thought were locked up tight
through mazes quite complex that twist and wind
into what makes me tick, but out of sight.

The walls came tumbling down--you stripped me bare
between two heartbeats you came all the way
to see my greatest fear that trembled there
and then you let me know you wouldn't stay.

I sit and look out windows to no where
and think of all the nothing that is there.
© ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)

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I may remember, but I won't give in
to every pain of you, your hurt, your lies;
I've loved you once, but never shall again,
if I can just remember to forget your eyes.

I've put it all behind, I won't be bound,
by empty promises, that's just your style.
I'll walk away, and never look around,
if I can just remember to forget your smile.

I'll never wonder how your world is now,
if you have learned love's more than just a game,
I'll put it all behind; I know not how;
if I can just remember to forget your name.

       I'll never let you know I can't forget,
        if I convince myself, one day, we never met.
©ron wilson aka VeeBdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Lost and Found

I can't feel the bruises being formed anymore;
It feels as though he will never be finished,
but he knows I can take no more,
lying on the floor completely diminished.

I look at the stranger in the mirror,
hating the only things I can see.
If only my sight and mind were clearer...
maybe I would know what i should be.

Going back to the hell I once called home...
nothing seems to help, nothing can heal...
standing straight and still aas a gnome,
I begin to let myself and my shell peel....

Shedding off all the pain of Hell,
I no longer await the sweet sound, the chiming bell....

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         FICKLE LOVE
The beauty of it all was not so real
until you touched my lips that summers night
to make love something that my heart could feel
and told me you'd be mine, if wrong or right,

no matter what the cost, you promised me
you'd always love me, even to the end
and I believed our love would always be
from you, my lover, and my special friend

but for some time I've watched you turn your eyes
if I should even try to touch your hand
and now I know that love, like time, it flies
but why is something we can't understand.

Your love's returned to where it used to be
perhaps one day it shall come back to me.
                   © Ron Wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)

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Mittens or Gloves

Mittens or Gloves

Nothing much has ere been written
About the virtues of the mitten
Knit or fabric, long or wide
Made to tuck your hands inside

Warm and toasty I am told
For when as one they all do fold
Tucked together with each other
Lined up one after another

But then of course there is the glove
The shape and form so many love
Made so that they can encase
Each single digit in its space

The issue that remains is whether
They're warmer alone or when together

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A wave that grows from deep inside of me
to bring me down--I feel it start to grow;
its only name--is called--anxiety,
where it comes from--no one could ever know.

As tiny needles prick my skin--I feel
sensation of a drifting tenderness-- 
that goes from here to there--and so un-real--
it leads my mind to only second guess

at what's invading to the soul of me,
and tingles from my fingers, to my toes--
abducted from my world of sanity,
I fall into a dark that no one knows.

And shaken to an end I can't embrace--
I feel its kiss--but never see its face.

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Reflections from rain washed pavements
 perform their own experiments.
The red tail lights of passing cars
 become a myriad crimson stars. 
The gaudy hues of neon lights
 break down into component parts
 which swirl and change then re unite
Impressionistic modern arts.
Which when disturbed by passing feet 
can quickly change and re arrange 
	into new patterns which compete.	
Producing effects rare and strange.
But few see this phenomenon
 which briefly shows, as quickly gone.


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          LUCID DREAM
I saw you dead. Now read between each word.
I thought the dream was mine, but it was you
who dreamt of me, a love song seldom heard,
though it was me, I guess you never knew.

Yes I was there, not making any sense,
and you, so young and beautiful would think
who is this fool, across my rusting fence?
And you'd not dream I am your missing link.

How could I be there in your restless sleep,
and touch your hand; remembering your eyes
when I awake, from what I thought too deep
to understand or hope to fantasize.

I saw you dead. I searched to find a gate,
but none was there and you had dreamed too late.

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Just a Day

Today is just a day; I cannot ever change.
In the midst of change, so out of range.
Today has no affect upon days of past.
It may only effect tomorrows forecast.

I always say, I am just having a day,
No expectations in any way,
No disappointments come in to play.
That is why tomorrow, is just another day.

I handle obstacles, when they arrive in life,
I try not to allow them, to deliver strife.
Yes, I get lost in entanglements that dismay.
Though, I look to figure out, how to defray,

My life is simple, I have been lucky I suppose.
Simply said, tomorrow is another day to close.

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False Tenets and Promises

How often have you heard this expression: “ Well, sorry to say, this is my nature.” Just
what is the nature of Man? Why are we such a predictable lot? Why is War our bed partner?
These questions and many more can be asked but never really given satisfactory answers
without stepping on toes that would bring the wrath of these elitist down on our heads.
Unfortunately for all of us, we come into this world with existing governing systems
predicated on certain tenets and creeds. These opinions, doctrines, or principles held as
being true by persons or especially by organizations. Yet never allowing future
generations the privilege of researching these systems that are responsible for our very
own nature, without an inquisition around the corner.
Apparently, it is much easier to burn these (true) inquisitors at the stake,
metaphorically speaking, than risk having a house built on a sandy foundation, crumble.

The seeming nature oft presumed be Man’s
Is nothing less than some abstracted mode,
Conceived in dreams, contrived within human
Invention; dreamt-up folly episodes.
A dream is oft-involuntary mind
Sensations, not of serious award.
Consisting mostly of surreal kinds:
Unreal phantoms most assured ignored.
For some we note in highest places rule
The masses minds. Imaginary creeds,
Assumed the truth, but nonetheless a cruel
Inhuman whimsy borne o’er time, indeed!
Depose these charlatans! Divest their robes.
Expose their vile intentions. Burn their clothes!

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Deep in the death, the vastness of your eyes
that reaches into times eternity,
I go, a vagrant, soon to realize
you are beginning and the end of me.

The fear of born again brings me to tears,
of living one more time, as I have done,
and unsuspecting, all my greatest fears
are realized again, and life goes on.

You look at me and bare all you may find,
I am a delicate, and easily to break,
and you can see me hiding in my mind,
from your first look, and I can only shake.

     The book of me is now one empty page
      and all of life has just become a cage.
© Ron Wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)

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We were three, though unequal but warriors
Like the herdsmen we were
A glance tells of Our Genesis
All bound in one future

On our way came ghosts white
Scepter they posed  
Extorting and painting us white
Suddenly we woke, we the warriors

In extricate we intricate
Till they went as they came
Our dreams climaxed in one faith
Far not from there, one said to another

Thou are a ghost
What I heard was groans, our fate I know not. 

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 The sun was just above the horizon. 
I thought, is the star rising or setting? 
I’ll just lie here awhile; keep an eye on 
It to see which way the fire is heading. 
It’s strange, I know I’m lying in my bed 
But I don’t remember retiring. 
Am I asleep and dreaming this instead? 
This dreadful state is mind boggling. 
It’s like being awake in a nightmare 
And all that I see is not what it seems 
To be. I know one thing for sure, I’m scared. 
Egad! I hope I’m not dead in this dream. 
I looked again at the sun. It was rising! 
It’s morn! I can hear the robins singing.

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So quickly pass connections formed for lack
of will or faith, though power in the void;
temptation now prohibits turning back,
concealing this - a mind elsewhere employed.
Not two words spoken since, today the first,
a hand placed carelessly upon the skin
that knows too well the hunger and the thirst
for what it sought so desperately within
your eyes - and finding nothing, then withdrew;
your soul - and found it equally as bare;
desire - perhaps the one thing that was true,
(though only words, rekindled with your stare…)

I gave my dignity and pleading grace
for this, the emptiness now in its place.

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     DRESDEN, GERMANY 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.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.

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If you lie still and close your heavy eyes
and concentrate on nothing that you feel
as in a dream, where you can visualize
from out of no where, everything is real.

There is a long and narrow cord you find;
you thought was cut so many years ago;
out shining any sun that's ever shined
and made of things that only gods could know.

It's stuff of life, and leads to distant dreams
not ever dreamt by anyone before,
just then you know that nothing's as it seems,
and all we are is dreams, and nothing more.

      The blinding light consumes us in the end
          and it's a love no one can comprehend.

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Come Back

Why are you going away?
My turmoils are holding sway!
What shall I do so that you may come.
Come back ,Oh! dear make my depressed life gay.

I am not wrong my feelings say,
Miserable are the passing days,
My haps are passing away,
Come back ,Oh! dear make my depressed life gay.

Your murmur that I used to quitely hear,
Still it rings in my ears -
Your sorrow that I used to share,
Does occupy my feels major.

Remember dear -it was love alone--
That made king Lear leave the throne.

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The Blocks Been Torn Apart

Seen my brothers locked away in a cage
strugglin tryin not to get life doubled
and excuse me but we got rational rage
on the block our only hope is to bubble
rantings in pen no one thinks that I'm sane
seen brothers pass away and do you feel
look at the pavements shade, thats from blood stains
we gettin peeled can't we see the streets is real
now we deny I'm tryna figure why,
no one care when our lost souls go
we rationalize we all gotta die
but he's just sixteen 'that's how the blood flow'
we all in pain if we don't heed the heart
and it seems the blocks been torn apart

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The Gap

So many empty spaces with cracked dimensions as stardust flew by.
So I counted to ten and held my breath knowing this would just never end.
At every angle there was a gap so I tagged them all with messages to send.
I stepped through portals leading me to places orbiting way too high.

I passed through broken dreams and landed where the Sun never shined.
No Moon, no Stars, and no galaxies were straight, much less aligned.
The Earth had gone completely berserk and the seasons were sudden to change.
It was the gap warping time and even the people looked far beyond strange.

I listened to faint vibrations and watched galaxies as they all weakened.
Time was lost and gone forever, for they had all been forewarned and told.
I found a spot and planted the last starlight and watched closely as it strengthened.
It grew and grew even withering through the hot and cold.

Shooting through portals I spread my light and left it a sparkling trail.
Ray by ray a beam filled the gap and lit it up by my new starlight’s flaming tail.

®Registered: Ann Rich  2005

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A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn
as sounds of morning break unearthly still
arising to the day, some life goes on
while others have the fear it never will.

Some ashes drift about the morning air
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless breezes they drift everywhere
and they are spread about before they fall.

Each life that was is slow in pure descent
and longing for the earth that pounds below
the mother of all life, where time is spent,
until time's all run out--it's time to go.

Down in the valley echoes from a train
awhistling here come the dead again.
 ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown PoeT
This Friday, 20 April, is observed as Holocaust Rememberence Day.

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The Blocks Been Torn Apart

Seen my brothers locked away in a cage
strugglin tryin not to get life doubled
and excuse me but we got rational rage
on the block our only hope is to bubble
rantings in pen no one thinks that I'm sane
seen brothers pass away and do you feel
look at the pavements shade, thats from blood stains
we gettin peeled can't we see the streets is real
now we deny I'm tryna figure why,
no one care when our lost souls go
we rationalize we all gotta die
but he's just sixteen 'that's how the blood flow'
we all in pain if we don't heed the heart
and it seems the blocks been torn apart

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 The last of feigning death, love now abides,
 tuberculin, infectious, inside her breast.
 She breaths emotion where your hope now hides,
 and clings to what Melpomene knows best.
 Dear tragedy of love, deep in her eyes,
 to love we die, or never love one bit.
Your soul--once doomed to Hell--see now it flies
 renouncing every hope of ending it.
 Consuming as is love, the hate must flow,
 each seething, creeping, loathing will to fly,
 amongst what hope is left, one thought will show;
 to know the deep of someone, one must die.
 All of your will, which dieth, less for cause,
 has ended short of knowing who she was.
 ©  ron wilson

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Oh! Death, a mystery thy still remains
A fearless murderer that forgets justice
A thief not of night but of time
A stealer of worthless items

Oh! Death, how happy you-make the bereaved 	
Thou are too real to be true
A professional in a career carnage
Too sophisticated to loss a battle started

Oh! Death, you tame the proud and the tough
A body made of air and a movement in gesture
So helpless thy victims always are
Like Israel in front of goliath

A friend to the deceased, but an enemy to the living
(Sighs) Oh!  Death, Spare me not.

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Feat of Fate

I am dressed and tailored to fit on a form.
Clothed with the Sun and Moon at my feet
I even have a throne where I can sit my seat.
It is golden and silver slippers I wear warm.
I carry a torch to warn of impending harm.
Its fire is higher than a challenge to greet.
But many fireballs I have come to meet.
Like fallen Stars swimming in a swarm.
I was given a feat of fate.
It was here and it was now.
It was slow but not too late.
Somehow I just knew how!
Tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And where I am no one honestly knows.
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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I know not how to guard a timid heart
from capture by the reckless wanderer,
to close it from emotion, keep apart
the helpless and the cunning conqueror.
I have not an impenetrable wall
prohibiting your entrance, have no shield
deflecting glances meant but to enthrall – 
you challenged, I was all too quick to yield.
I search not inner sanctums for the will
to distance this temptation; seek not might
to hardened spirit be; look not to kill
the swell, the flames the kisses would ignite.

Resigned as such to this, the sweet demise
to never hide beneath such thin disguise.

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The Blocks Been Torn Apart

Seen my brothers locked away in a cage
strugglin tryin not to get life doubled
and excuse me but we got rational rage
on the block our only hope is to bubble
rantings in pen no one thinks that I'm sane
seen brothers pass away and do you feel
look at the pavements shade, thats from blood stains
we gettin peeled can't we see the streets is real
now we deny I'm tryna figure why,
no one care when our lost souls go
we rationalize we all gotta die
but he's just sixteen 'that's how the blood flow'
we all in pain if we don't heed the heart
and it seems the blocks been torn apart

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A Life Gain

One day will come, when you will rise,
Don’t be afraid to fight, you need a long life,
One day when you be a father and have a wife,
You will understand that how a dying man was wise.
He was worry about a child nobody heard his cries,
He was honest and hardworker, cared for his family,
He has kind hearted also his partner was lovely,
He has struggle full life for his family highs.

Don’t try to cheat one, live with only pace,
Don’t exploit anyone, understand everyone’s pain,
A satisfied person has sound seep that is my grace,
Don’t abuse someone’s right it is a life gain,
Don’t suck the blood of innocents walk slow or join race,
Oneday life is ended care about living death is certain.

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Reality sacred and carefree
Fatality broken and fancy free
It hurts to be me
It hurts for you to see

all the pain I put myself through
Crawling through the disdain
and I still can't get to you
Even after all my pain

Bleed a thousand tears
Need to rid myself of these fears
It cannot bear
It cannot compare

To the pain I endure
Just to stay pure

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Some Days

   Some days I feel all fine and great, but some days there are just too many 
decisions to make.
   Some days we’re sad when we would rather be glad.  Other days we fight 
everyone even the ones we like.  
    Some days are quiet and our hate just can’t fight it.  Most days we’re just tired 
and we’re afraid we could get fired!
    Some days we’re scared when we should be getting prepared.  Some days 
we’re spacy like we have been tripping daises. 
    Some days we’re confused when we would rather be amused.  Some days we 
lack concentration and everything we heard was mistaken.
     Some days we’re full of joy, but by the end of the day this feeling soon 
becomes destroyed.  Some days we act like a baby crying when everything gets 
      Some days your friends just aren’t enough and you don’t know who you can 
trust.  In other words SOME DAYS are better than others.

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Gazing at my body there on the floor,
feeling more pain now than ever before,
I see the gun lying there by my hand,
a pool of blood there where I land,
I see my mother as she opens the door,
then all is lost in her screams of horror,
My father rushes in, Pulling me to his chest,
screaming my name and trying his best,
He knows when he feels my cold damp skin,
my time on this earth has come to an end,
I see pain and hatred burning in their eyes,
How could I do this, I don't want to die,
I'm  sorry, I'm sorry, I try hard to scream,
yet it is useless as if in a dream,
Terror and Sorrow flooding my soul,
Oh dear God I just didn't know,
The pain it would cause those left behind,
how I forever have scarred their minds,
Now it's too late the pain they can't hide,
just because of a selfish act of suicide.