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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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A Penny for Your Thoughts

Inspired by the following quote:  "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." — Helen Keller

Why am I crying now; there must be a reason Is there something my conscious mind’s trying to hide Or could it simply be this humid, warm season The torment of seeking answers can’t be denied There are days when I wake with a smile on my face Grateful for many blessings that have been bestowed But after nightmares, I feel I’ve fallen from grace Anomalies exist in my genetic code Like my Mom, I struggle to break from depression Never understanding why feelings overwhelm Perhaps I pay for a forgotten transgression Is it a smile or a frown today at the helm Sometimes I have tendencies to internalize But the causes of these I cannot analyze
*Written March 14, 2015, for Sara’s “A Penny for your Thoughts” contest.

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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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        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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Purple Haze

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright  HarryJ Horsman 2010

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Gambling Shuggy—The Encounter!

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


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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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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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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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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what if

What if I took another turn
Walked up straight and never 
What if I closed my ears that 
everytime you yell it echoes 
back in your head
What if my heart was made of 
steel That when its broken it 
never bend
and stand still 
What if this wasn't real
The feeling, and emotion
The action and drama all a 
What if I lied to my own self
This doesn't make any sense
Because  what's done is reality
All I just wish for is clarity
Some closure to hide this 
Since every day its getting 

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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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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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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 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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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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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 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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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 all of me,
and tingles from my fingers, to my toes;
abducted from my world of sanity,
I fall into a darkness no one knows.

And shaken to an end I can't embrace,
I feel its kiss--but never see its face.
© Ron Wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet