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Dear Nana

The saddest sound in all the world,
The bagpipes weep as raindrop pearls
Land to take on grass-green hue:
Tears to mourn the loss of you.
Your boys line up with shaking lips
And breaking hearts to numbly grip
Your modest coffin; spirits brave,
They trek toward your dewy grave.
We follow you through wind and rain.
The pipes still croon their sad refrain.
We bury you with roses white,
A tragic yet tremendous rite.

And as you sleep beneath the ground,
The echoes of your life resound.

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Scroll Of Life


Although the light long ago faded from my youth
Clarity of my memories tell one; go home,
If only to find the innocence and the truth
From whence I travelled this world, like a gypsy roam.

When the scroll misconstrued paths collide in the night
Unprepared for the dawning the golden sunrise,
Horizon awakened one of emerald bright
Freeways of poetry and words woven without guise.

The misunderstanding of the unrolling scroll
Gave one measure to digest the loss; the delay,
In sands of time ribald an everlasting toll
The scroll we have a new understanding this day.

The gypsy has finally found himself a home
Through emerald eyes seeing his sunrise; not alone.

© Harry J Horsman & Mandy M Tams 2014

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If Ever

If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke

If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find

If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity

I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...


--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)

**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)'s looking better now, thank you!!

again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)

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The end of the beginning drew very near so Jesus went to pray in the garden, Heavy was His pure heart, bruised by burden, And olive trees soon misted with His tears. He knelt beside a patch of lavender, Roses dropped petals asking for pardon, Sand only softened, refused to harden, While poppies bent their heads closer to hear. Evening deepened as Son talked to Father, Geraniums paled, His pain they could see, Daises bowed low to man’s sinless brother, Gethsemane kneeled to the Rabboni. Seeded by grace, grew a blessed flower, ~A blossom of hope, the Easter lily~
“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death, "he said to them. “Stay here and keep watch.” Going a little farther, he fell to the ground and prayed that if possible the hour migh pass from him. “Abba, Father,” he said, “Everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.” Mark 34-36 By Cyndi MacMillan for Linda Marie's Easter Inspirations Contest ABOUT THIS POEM I researched the garden of Gethsemane, and all the flowers save for the Easter Lily could very well have grown there on the night before the crucifixion. The Easter Lily is NOT mentioned in scripture (though lilies are mentioned often throughout the bible). This poem is written with the intent to honor our Lamb, and not as an accurate representation of Christ’s anguished hours. This is mixed sonnet. It has an Italian octave and a Sicilian sestet.

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Final Act and Epilogue

Here we bow down to the Lord of the flies,
making way for elegant hissing gowns,
bejeweled in glittering serpentine eyes,
balancing the luster of crooked crowns.

Alas! We have lost our morality,
so blindly do we serve this filthy swine;
this vile beast bathes in our depravity,
turning our wretched sins back into wine.

At this drunk-fest, the swine ruefully grins,
watching us bow down to our own demise.
Why sit back and watch as the evil wins,
darkness can be vanquished, please realize!

United, we can make our final stand,
and banish this beast from our rightful land.

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Fresh Pillow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
Closing my eyes there is no peep,
This soft bed is just so mellow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Forgetting the stress of the day
I am in bed without delay.
Soul at ease— the mind must follow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Satin sheets over my shoulder,
Keep me warm—not getting colder.
Fantasy dreams I now billow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

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Michael's Blessed Birthday (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God’s grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God’s grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God’s grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God’s grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.

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Sonnet I : Ink and nothing else

Freedom differs on how each men define it,
like the love of autumn or cold of winter.
Vast it may be but meaning is implicit,
so vast that no soul can ever hinder.

I define liberty as a pen and paper.
Mere it is , but my understanding is sure.
What is simple for you, to me strikes deeper.
Thin a  paper be , but it lasts to endure. 

The glory of ink is immeasurable,
for a tender soul of mine to comprehend.
Though age  has  numbers, I am an example,
of a generation's hope for we to ascend.

May the world be courageous to project art.
Like this sonnet , this is where I start.

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The Sun Will Shine On Your Face

Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically, because
This tortured path has ne’er been seen before
And every rock is a problem that was
And every chasm is an open sore
Each footstep will demand its pound of pain
The raven keeps score of the promises
But I will endure until I unchain
The bright drops from the dark cloud’s surfaces

    And refract the light from the Sun, to send
    To the Heart of Gold at the Rainbow’s end ~

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This is David

From his mama's own mouth, this story came
Her travail to carry him, a long trail
Of tears, loneliness, suffering and shame
A hunger for which hope made no avail
And then the hemorrhaging, her vital blood
Like common mud, tearing his world apart
Your life and her life in that tragic flood
The sudden silence of his beating heart
Sirens, Hospital, still he died, once, twice
The doctors testified, for they helpless stood
Perplexed, frustrated with every device
God alone that day turned evil to good ...
Made his purpose seen in life's providence
Restored hope by frail wisp of evidence.
A pimple of flesh, great folds of white sheet
The child like raisin in its crumpled spot
Seemed more alien than a baby sweet
With shriveled skin, and head a global pot
O the tense days, miserable and lone
The furtive prayers of a mother's heart
"As bad as can be, Lord, make him my own,"
The nervous scanning of the daily chart.
The little blimp became a form, a frame
A sense of gladness, a kindle of dream
A moon's memory that gave spring a name
A fresher hope from lost of true esteem.
She called him "David," went to work again
Lifting the load of pain, bearing the stain.
And there in that dark environment he
Like stubborn cactus in dry sand made root
Sucking up the elements, the salt sea
And violence, the meaningless of truth
War and poverty needs no moral code
Survival survival was a luxury for him.
Harsh, and cruel is desire where abode
Drought an, d scarcity, their horizon dim.
We burn trees for coal, cannot make storm
Wealth provides small control, the poor has none
No shelter from life's threats nor men's harm
Nothing is secure, no, not with a gun.
But jackals make them, the frightened keep them
Like buzzards over our sweet Bethlehem.
O David, you should have left that day. You
Should have held your rudder firm 'gainst that breeze
But too little strength was left in sinew,
To heavy the armor that bowed your knees
And deaf the heart that heard the voice before
And answered at eleven. Hope endures
Through even darken deserts, light has a door
To love no human sad ever ignores.
God saved your life twice on the day of birth
And did three more times when you turned your back
To sealed your purpose in your spell on earth.
From the brink of hell, God's love brings you back
To be his Paul, his missionary bright
His little tiger flaming through the night.


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The Air of Indifference

          The Air of Indifference

Tree limbs grasped hungrily at idle air
hawks, with weary wings, shared calms despair,
sailors, deafened, by the muted swell
motionless the listless sails froze in heated hell.

Kites, stricken victims of inertial rule
denied the need for string, or child-held spool
aspire to go nesting in the trees
dream of the distant joy of being free.

Soft turn of ocean breeze will fulfill hope,
sailors on the deck will seize the rope
as children would the string of lifting kite
and trees bend easily as hawks take flight.

Thus does spirits wind so gently raise
the voices of the silenced into praise.

contest – Anonymous positive new sonnet
Sponsor – Elly Wouterse

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December of that Year - Finale

Throughout the days that followed, panic and carnage spread
The TV stations did their best to calm this human dread
All the hovering ships returned to whence they came
But thousands still appear above, New York now not the same

Communication now wanes, no power or mobile phones
You get a sense of feeling of being in a world that feels alone
Continual drones hum whilst the yellowed skies remain
Our planet we know as it was, will never be the same

Then came the day of reckoning as we all looked to the sky
A shuttle from the biggest ship lowered in hover fly
Suddenly the screens returned as we heard the visitors speak
We are ancestors of the Mayans, we treat as they were wreaked

From our original pasts demise, to earth we gave so long
To be part of here now gone, from an earth you once belonged

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ONE of my longings is that the stars above,
So bright and far they scarcely shine on love
Were not, out there, so distant from the moon
But trekked across the sky to love bestrewn.

I must not stay withdrawn but wish each day
Unto the darkness, stars would find their way
Onward through heavens submitting to the wind
And motions that one dreamer might pretend.

Never knowing that reality was lacked.
Nor that mere fantasy seems to be fact. 
No one can make these heartfelt visions clear.
Nor hope relieve the thoughts I still hold near.

Stars, bestow brightly your light to love anew.
Let us, sweetheart, together vows renew.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 12, 2010

Inspired by  Poetrysoup member contest: A Romantic Longing !! 	
Sponsored by: Laura Mckenzie

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My love Proclaimed

She is near
Yet she is far
She is clear
Like a star
I shall be bold
My love for she
Will be told
It has to be
I will reach her someday
And my heart will sing
But that day is not today
So my love will cling
For as long as i've hope
My soul will not mope

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Oh Spring Day

I was wrong about spring, 
for all those months I painted the blame on winter’s dark face.  
Wave after wave of cold cloudy, darkening days,
saturated my damaged point of view.  By the way
I am sure I will die on a winter day, blaming the solstice, 
waiting for the capricious spring to finally arrive.

But my heart will be frozen, and perhaps not even alive.
God how I love the way you make the sun shine.

I was wrong about my fate,
I filled the frame in haste, too busy to wait.  I didn’t listen.
I ate my own eyes, and blamed the skies,
I chased the horizon and wrapped it in lies.  

Oh spring day, it is never too late,
to fill me with mercy and grace as I wait.

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Greater Art Thou!

"Poetry is a way of 
               taking life by the throat."


Heart broken torn apart like scrambl’d eggs;
As the weak link snapp’d momentum slow’d—stopp’d
Love wherest art thou? Torment’d now begs,
This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill’d—now mopp’d.

Et tu Brute? Whisper’d from Caesar’s lips;
Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov’d,
Like Macbeth’s witches brew—don’t drink nor sip:
Fate or faith shatter’d, vulture pick’d bones—cross’d.

Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love,
Open Heaven’s gate with thy purest light;
Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove!
Remove these shadows of darkness and strife:

Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth,
Creator of creation giveth now birth!

© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved

Honorable Mentioned Finalist Certificate
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
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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Hello, January

Hello, January, what a zinger
of a storm you brought with you this year, Friend!
Why can’t you just let December linger?
You know I hate vacation time to end!

I know you think you’re such a special guy,
with people counting down the seconds till
you have arrived and shooting up the sky
with fireworks, but from there, it’s all downhill!!

All those people making resolutions!
You’ve wiped the slate? All things will be like new?
To me, it seems you offer mere illusions,
and yet I keep believing in you too!

I’m begging you, don’t let this year go wrong,
and please get ALL the months to play along!!

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Dancing With the Rain

One day there came a shower of delight, which pitter-pattered on my window pane. With youth’s exuberance, my mind took flight. Outside I ran, embracing April’s rain. How sweet its scent! My soul was filled with mirth, for I was truly living in the “now.” Upon my lips, I tasted earth’s rebirth as spring’s refreshment fell upon my brow. I paused nearby my ornamental pear, inhaling deeply, hearing sky fall’s sound. The world was singing; fragrance filled the air. I then began to twirl and twirl around. Oh, how I wish to feel that way again - so young and hope-filled, dancing with the rain! Written 11/13/13 by Andrea Dietrich for nette onclaud's Fragrance of Rain Poetry Contest

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The moon doth appear in that dark horizon
And glistens with a beam of drifting light.
Let thy passions stroll with the companion
Of forlorn hovering clouds in moonlit night.
O Nature, sing not thy lonesome songs again
For I doth find a friend in each of thy cells.
I rejoice in thy touch even in wrecked pain
And my life hath mend its stuttering wheels.
Dazed weariness once mocked my forlorn being
Ere it came unto thy shelter, Mother Nature!
Whilst my morale dips in bosom, come and sing
A song of Love that warmeth every creature.
Nature hath a bliss that drenches our dry mind,
Pouring tender showers amidst the roughest wind.

(This is the first time I have tried to write a Sonnet, so, please pardon my shortcomings)

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The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism

Written 09172012

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Why did You leave me here, all alone?
You left me for the unknown.
I pray to You, o God my King
I pray to You for a small thing.

You see my heart weeping in tears,
You see my pain and sorrow.
I pray to You o God my King 
I pray, for better tomorrow.

I look for You up in the sky, o God
try to find Your reflection.
I pray so hard from all my heart
asking, for Your affection.

I’m asking You for happines my Lord.
Oh please, please hear my prayer.
I’ll share my love with all the world
I promise, I will share.

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A New Day Comes

The sweetest ray of day creeps through the blind
to fill enduring dreams with hints of day
a tingle shimmers o'er my drowsy mind,
though in my cozy bed I long to stay.

The warble of the morning birds is faint
but calls me from the gentle realm of nod
wherein I dance with joy and no restraint
in fantasy until that quiet prod.

As dawn arrives to greet my sleepy eyes 
I wake with lingered visions of my love
and keep them close, so comfort never flies
like wind or winging of a mourning dove.

A new day comes with promise, hope and light
I'm ready to embrace it, love in sight.

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I wish I could catch a star 
was the voice I heard as I sat on the grass
I look through the meadow
	all I could see was her shadow
Walking up close 
her mouth ajar, I could see her white teeth
A gash on the left side of her face 
she touched, felt with a loud wail.
Her heart bitter
	I could see its emptiness
Sickly, she stole a glance at me
	like a dog peeping through a window
All tears, she shook bitterly 
	even though her eyes were hard as flint
Sitting next to her, like a couple on a date
	I hold her arm and lo! Soft was its feel.
Sullen, heartbroken, painfully
	she smiled at me sweetly
On the wet grass sitting  
together arm in arm we gaze into space
the air cool, calm
	even though it was covered in a haze
face clouded with tears, gay with life
	I could see smiles setting on her left cheek
Happily, I smile back knowing
	I had enkindled the hope she had lost in the murk.

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Behind These Stony Castle Walls

Intrepid knight, sweet gallant, hear my plea.
Behind these stony castle walls, confined, 
I wane. On reading this, please speed to me, 
else I shall be to hopelessness resigned!

I sadly saw you off to the Crusade.
Recall the pact we made. I gave my heart
to you! May God be with you. How I’ve prayed
when you return, we never more shall part.

With utter faith in you, I write this now.
My kin were killed. A cruel lord  took control.
He'd have me for his wife, but I'll not bow.
He has my land but can't possess my soul.

Please, trust my go-between as I trust you.
My love, let not our pact be proved untrue.

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I wait the ocean waves to wash my soul

My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.

Wrong thoughts and so cruel wait  my tears and cry
The terrors of love just give them a black yard
And  my loneliness makes my sad soul to dye
When to sink  my reality it's very  hard.

I wait my hope which will never come to guard
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
 I'm clinging to the past which is like a shard
That part which is still alive inside of me.

Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and  I am  your balance wheel.

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My Wish for You

My wish for you is that you write again
The pressures of the world to hush and live
Take time to see the joy that you have missed
And once more pleasure with your rhymes to give

My wish for you is that you look inside
To all those thoughts that beg to be expressed
I know that words cannot for long abide
inside your heart and not be soon confessed

My wish for you is that you find the time
to look around and capture beauty fair
with words embellish all that is sublime
and help to lessen all the woe and care

Come back to writing, this my wish for you
As New Year dawns, please make my wish come true

Eileen Manassian

Dedicated to someone who is no longer active here and is sorely missed by me.

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Mint was her first, a bow on a bonnet,
Lilac adorned her silk Christening gown,
Blue belted a costume, Queen Antoinette,
The velvet one in her journal was brown.

Seven purples she won for spelling bees,
Orange gave her dorm curtains a lift,
White clasped a bouquet sent by destiny,
Silver she fingered on wrapped, wedding gifts.

Yellow she added to an heirloom cradle,
Turquoise she tied around his teddy bear,
Black reserved a pew for her dad’s funeral...

Then chemo-red* saved a last strand of hair.

Ribbons she’s worn, as a girl then a wife,
The pink one she now wears celebrates life.

*Chemotherapy is often red-toned 

Dedicated to Evelina Sanchez, an angel I was fortunate enough to work with for two years. She retired and discovered she had breast cancer. She beat the beast that took her breast! We lost touch and I tried to find her, worrying that the monster had returned. Just ran into her last month (plans to get together!) She is now in her seventies and is as fit as a fiddle! Take that cancer!

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Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!

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Into the Blue

Time shifting through the elements themselves Reveals little but what is of ourselves Over bridge of eternity I’ve flown Grasping at the railings of life’s unknown Colors they flash before my eyes twinkling Like the stars in the sky seeming winking Over and over inside my lost head I wander around looking for a bed A place to lie on to fill my dreams up Allowing rest to bring life to my cup The bridge composes of enlightenment Based off of hope’s lovely encampment Strong hopefulness for peace and desires true Times enveloping trip into the blue
Russell Sivey Contest: -BLUE- feeling blue or color blue (old/new) Sponsor: SKAT - LOVE 11/8/2013

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Unrequited Soliloquies Of The Heart Estranged

Unrequited Soliloquies Of The Heart Estranged By M. Taha Effendi (Sonnet) As I walk along the twilit avenue, A forlorn heart bids the day adieu, The rubicund sun withdraws its weary gaze, Surrenders its quest of endless days, Vagrant clouds drift to uncharted lands, Twilight steals a last glance through evening's hands, The gloaming emblazoned with pink and gray hue, As I walk along the twilit avenue, The west wind wails in melancholy, A lonely river seeks the embrace of the sea, Unchained melodies of the solitaire's refrain, That has emptied love's hemlock to the drains, Unrequited soliloquies of the heart estranged, Nature's course, onerous, unchanged,

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The Barbs of Life

At times the barbs of life can pull you down
As angry whirling tempests spin their tales.
It seems the darkest storm is all around
And then a slash of wind tears down your sails.

From near despair a light within you glows
Within a heart that's been here once before
To plant the seed that only hope can sow
And guide you toward a friendly distant shore

And ride a wave that binds you to your fate.
Embrace that hope that even blind can see,
Then smile and cry the tears it will create
And curse the trial that brought you to your knees.

For it's what we survive that makes us strong
And those that share the journey all along.

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Heart to Heart

Sing sadness now and again, but still sing
Kneel for forgiveness, yield weaknesses, kneel
Raise your head high for the banner you raise
In your heart keep me always, let me in

Made honor your sacrifice, courage made
Mined hope from ashes, life lessons you mined
Pain gained from your sorrows, gained strength from pain
Time lost before is never wasted time

Carry love, sing, a joyful tune carry 
Rejoice in my love, in all things rejoice
Lead your hymn solo, and me you will lead 
Praise many virtues, though tis love you praise

Love never leave you empty handed, love
Mine heart is golden, treasure always mine

This is what is called a Shadow Sonnet, beginning and end of each line must be identical or 
a homophone. Harder than I expected.

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The Core

Finger-painted masterpieces fasten to my chambers.
A heart, unplugged, pumping creation; born of mother,
my miracle formed by faith, wisdom of labor
and sweat passed from woman to woman. I shudder
in remembrance of my own birth, meditating
on the forgotten, peeling back youth with eyes
wet with waves crashing; I hear voices reverberating 
praise in a womb of darkness bringing forth cries
of life. All journeys have led me down a broken path
to home where my heart sticks to peanut butter
and jelly smiles. I build a nest of green and rest on the Sabbath;
I wear my scars like singed moth wings hoping to again flutter.
Always seeking the proverbial flame, I burn in want of more,
more of you, spinning into breath of life - my resilience, the core.  

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Lost Hope

Lost in thought, deep in despair
 Knowing loneliness has no bound
 Eager to speak, quick to share
 Ready to fool and to confound
Time moves memory remains still
 Thoughts linger of what could be
 Pain of lost hope does not heal
 Nor can any faith part the sea
Love gives hope a new resting place
Questions of what will come to pass 
Reason fights looking for any trace
Longing grows like the blades of grass
In the darkest hour, filled with solitude
 Where can one be found in the multitude

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Another walking among seasons and holy beads
As our thoughts moves clouds in a grey sky,
And paint the leaves above our heads; 
With a priori color of serenity, your eyes try
To open the white gates of transparent joyous morning;
The air got the scent of hot apple pies, the smile -a meaning 
Of what the fingers are touching and what they are dreaming;
Are those our guardian-angels who silently walk by?

The rain of the morning tea falling from heights;
A new painted bench seemed to be almost dry;
White statues sit on the grass near the brave knights;
Two angels with glass wings have just learnt to fly.

But, leaves` procession under the kiss of the wind;
Buds of faith and hope live in philosophical mind.

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Megan's Hit

        MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!
I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!
    He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
    to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!


"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
and then I vowed to get us in the game!
I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!
"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!
   Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
   while I choked up--and readied for a hit!

All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"
The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!
I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!
   The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
   a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!


The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!
The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be 
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!
The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"
   Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
   and on his heels--I made my promise good!


We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!
The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!
I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me! 
    Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
    the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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On A Summer's Aftermoon

Come sit a spell--we'll take a little time--
from out of life, forgetting what we know;
and talk upon some things I guess that I'm
much closer to--than things life's had to show.

Do you know love? It's funny how it goes
to almost anyone, who needs it not,
but be there need--and love--it never shows
like finer things of life, to those who've got!

Now does that seem to be a fitting thing
to talk about, as passing time away?
Or would you choose what weather has to bring
as here we sit--with nothing more to say?

I guess your life's been blessed--and filled with love
or you'd know what my heart is speaking of.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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My love, what shall you leave me with tonight? What words are there to mend my broken heart? Will our love be repaired with morning light, Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart? My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this, My eternal promise of love to you How could you pull apart this final kiss? Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue So, before you give your final goodbye, And your anger and hate bury your love Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die And the future that we had spoken of So, I'll remind you with my final breath, My eternal love is as strong as death

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So now I see the end, the blinding light,
that part of life we seek from our first breath,
and knowing my own end is in plain sight,
I still look far beyond what's known as death.

I'll see you from the stars, where I have gone,
out from the sunlight, I will reach your mind,
and everything I've been, will carry on,
in everything you seek, or ever find.

Each morning you awake, each drop of rain;
my closeness is each thought you realize;
and as your life goes on, through joy and pain,
I'll be the flashing of your endless eyes.

I've no time for the looking back on me,
when everything we are, is yet to be.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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The Scent of Water

He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.

Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.

Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.

When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.

*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her 
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She 
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband. 

July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson

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Therefore beholding plays the farmer pale

Dried sand eclipsed over the Season’s fall, 
sullen rhyme sings singer-birds over scale,
the storm-dance sprays dust against broken wall,
To the hat-worn folks, sorrowed, narrates tale;
Done seasonal harvest with plaint-dried tears,
With diseased cattle shrunken skin to ribs,   
With cracked ground, hungry sad visage of fears,
With wasted limbs and pot-bellied in cribs.
keenly begs graceful charity for age,
Promising bags, from next seasons harvest,
To plough the ground below the lowered wage,
And to lock starving kids to empty breast.
Thus rewording he sows the seeds and play, 
Hoping golden grain’s harvest from his clay.
©Anees Rahman

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Love Disappoints, Hope Lives

When I was innocent I dreamt of love,
a kind of love most worthy of virgins--
for whom a simple kiss admits no sins
or shame, or betrays the appearance of 
disgrace; But I, blessed not as from above 
by heaven or by God, quit, as life wins; 
losing all hope and faith till my head spins 
with the winds of lust that blew the white dove 
of my innocence away. Then a whore
and slut took away my virginity;
she then revealed that there were fifty more
besides me, I recall most bitterly.
      But so long as there is breath and hope lives,
      love will come; and when it comes, it forgives. 

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Don't Miss It

I know this may sound crazy, but
Love shall not be imagined, and do let it go.
Over, and over it goes long, let you know,
Verily, know that my heart will never be as bat.

Every moment I remember that good time, spent with
You, the sun unimaginably laughs at me.
Oh, our love makes everything different, not only me,
Understand that don’t let out the pith.

Anger shall never ever let you down, focus on certain aim.
Damn, now Lad and Lady are landing along the left side of the beach,
Aubade they sing in any moment for each.
Misappropriate none repeat the same.

Action not intention, we bowed for our mistakes,
Simply because everyone needs repent as how it takes.

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My Hopeful Heart from My Deathbed

I lay in this bed, puttering close to death
Wonder when I shall draw my last breath
A long and great life it certainly has been
I have no hair, move in wheelchair, yet I grin

Grinning at memories and days full of glee
Soaring past on my mount- whizzing by as a banshee
That horse, always my truest love, concerned thereof
before all else she was my miraculous dove.

Many a year together our pleasure- just us alone
Till my daughter born- then the seeds were sown
She loves my mare as I once did, legacy passes
Grown in hours of life, breathed in by spring grasses.

My beast, my child upon my hopeful heart now it shall be
They shall run with my memory- may they both be free.

poem date 6/1/2012
Form Sonnet
Theme Hopeful Heart

For the 3 forms, 3 themes contest
by Francine Roberts

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''Why must we suffer hardships and disease''

"Why must we suffer hardships and disease?"
we often wonder. Pain, adversity,
war, famine, death...our philosophy
cannot put the questions to rest or ease.
Depression, mania, infirmities
of the mind,--subjects of psychology
that are all causes of man's great misery...
the most tragic end of these maladies
is death by self. But we're not without hope
or God's compassion; today we can go
on with meds and care: we learn to cope;
it's easy to lose faith when we are low
and in despair, but we are in God's scope
right now...this believe in and always know.

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Hope's Glimmer

It should not have surprised me when I woke,
laying in the hospital bed, white sheets,
bandages, heart monitor, IV yoke,
nurses, and three empty visitor seats.
Psychiatrists asked questions, prescribed pills,
forced meetings, demanded group therapy,
attempted to find the root of my ills,
declared depression, and then set me free.

It did not surprise me when I came home,
to find it still broken, empty, and bare.
Laundry still piled in a haphazard dome,
and proof of collapse pervaded the air.
I failed in life and also failed in death.
There must be a reason I still have breath.

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Don't Ban Videogames

By day, I am a student,
A kid with many dreams
Of fun and grand adventure,
Of agents and sports teams.

By night I jump into a world
Of magic, guns, or Sims
When I play PC or console games
Like Halo or Skyrim.

I like to play the games because
It's stuff I could never do
At school or in the real world
(Keeps me out of trouble, too).

Just 'cause some nut picked up a gun
Doesn't mean I'll ever want to use one.

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Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007

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Ode to Luna

The moon shines bright when human beings sleep
And fairies sprinkle moon dust on the earth
They try to cease the mournful ones who weep
They charm, enchant, entice those ones to mirth

Before the evening star gives up her throne
And blue moons disappear from the night sky
We only watch and have to wait alone
Until the grandiose sun shall arise

But I prefer the nighttime dim and dark
For Luna works her magic charms on me
I sit and watch the pigeons in the park
Before the sunlight strikes a mark on me

I pray for those lost souls who are afraid
Please, Luna, give them what they need and aid.

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One day thou wilt not be standing in my way when I shall,
Seize the moment to say how much I love thee; 
Life stretchest hope to the sincere and honest not to a rascal,
Whose only hope in saving his character is to flee.

Mine honourable soul doth asketh thy public acceptance for, 
Secluded feelings can never forge a noble troth;
Bring forth in thy mind the sweet alluring memories of lore,
Keep my unequalled agape, shun what is not worth.

Come hither my twinkling future and mine adored baroness, 
Good tidings address those whose hearts are ablaze;
Their nights a prolonged play of sumptuosity and madness,
Performing the art of love in its most luxurious ways. 

Hark men and women of all time and place, 
Love prevails if we didst take it as a grace.

© Guru Jad 2013

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My Gratitude For Your virtue

I would be standing alone with a plea
Like a frail structure in solitude,
If had not you helped me so nicely.
My heart is filled with humble gratitude.

When no one did appear to be mine
I was really alone among crowd,
Then you appeared as a silver line
Being so friendly, in the deep dark cloud.

Your sweet words, filled with real sympathy,
Soothed my heart and saved my sinking hope.
You helped me forgetting the tragedy 
And encouraged me with strength to cope.

All these support made me obliged to you 
And  I can never forget your virtue.

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I Wait Now

Thee are my lover, I return to see.
I await thy words, which will make it so.
Thine eyes are as green, not full of envy.
They glisten with such a glorious glow.

I beg with mercy, shall not make me wait.
Receiving your gaze from your heart, divine,
Just one spoken word shall open the gate.
Two words that you may speak, so very fine.

Captivated by luscious shining lips,
Readiness of just one kiss sets my bliss.
Give me a message before next eclipse.
Or my life will fall into ill remiss.

Is it my lover that I hear speaking?
I wait now, for my love I am seeking.

written for
Sponsor Sara Kendrick 
Contest Name Sonnet Me 

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Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?

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Risk of Love

Whatever you want I got it,
Whatever you need I got it.
I'll be your ears, eyes, and heart,
You'll give me a chance if you're smart.
Don't be scared to let love in,
You might let it pass by and wonder what could have been.
You have to trust and believe,
And if it's not for you then you can leave.
Life is full of opportunity and chance,
But no one knows at the first glance.
The risk is the fun of it all,
Letting go of what you normally wouldn't do hoping not to fall.
You have to have faith in yourself,
And jump on it taking all your feelings off the shelf.
Love is frightening but with out it life wouldn't be the same,
You wouldn't know what you've lost or gained.

  December 19, 2007
~ The One and Only~

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If I only had one day to live on earth's fragile dimension
I would pass by all fears that kept me standing like rock,
Dismissing stodgy impulses to win in a concrete contention
For my instincts to release, as new Gates arise and unlock.
Oh!The unfair world would carry on it's endless course 
And Time's vanity would sell promises still to human mind,
Yet, I would weep not for my Fate's erring horse,
Even if my ticket was expired, a Golden path would be defined.
Maybe I would send letters of love to lovers I craved all those years,
Or I would spend last moments with faces familiar and close,
Or even maybe I would find the one to die with me and plan our steers,
The beauty of this land I walked to leave and expiate near windy blows.
My soul ready for return would seek redemption upon the starry sky,
Reaching my Home I will wave to earth's wisdom, hearing it's long ''bye-bye''.

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Lost and Lonely Waifs

Standing in the frigid wind outside the bus stop doors
She seemed lost and lonely as the cars past with a roar.
Waiting for my only child the son whom I adore
I couldn’t help but wonder where was she headed for?

The prodigal returned through those same two frosty doors
But though the night was getting dark no one came for her.
Stopping right beside her, the radio blaring a Christmas score
We asked her if she needed help could we do any more?

Her wind burnt cheeks rose with the smile she wore
“Thank you, no.” She said. Her eyes they did explore
the warm interior and the street stretched out before
My folks are late but coming soon at least I’m pretty sure…

We left her there before the door yet still my heart implores
How many lost and lonely waifs are left standing by the door? 

*Monorhyme is Sonnet form using slip or half rhyme.
Some good deeds go unaccepted.

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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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Mans Dreams of Peace

Mans Dreams of Peace
     ~     ~    ~     ~
War hell no! It is not name of the game,
No bodies laying over the battlefields
There is no way I am today the same.
Women and children all dying in wet fields
All torn apart by war ugliness and warriors;
Must try hide in our nightmares to get sleep.
Helicopters seems to sounds like aviators,
Torn bodies of the war in it’s own attire 
Trying keep alive a dream that weeps.
Dreams of the dead must have ways to-conspire
Keep us from going back to peaceful sleep again.
Now we men dream of world peace within an dome,
Any major change in my sleep, is just spin,
For peace, not war! nor death! Just a home!
Steve L. Siegel
January 22, 2013

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To A Child Who Has A Disorder

Children with an illness,
Go through life,
They are looked down apon,
Because they are different,
When really they are not,
They are no different from  you and me,
They have the same blood,
Running through their bodies,
Just as their hearts as well,
So, don't just look apon,
Their outer appearance,
And judge them,
For who they really are,
For a lot of them,
Are smarter and brighter,
Than you and I,
Could possibly be,
On our brightest day,
For they have the gifts,
From God up above,
So, always take the time,
To get to know their inner beauty,
For who they really are,
Cause they too need love,
Just as everyone else does,
If not even more.

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Seasons 2 - A Metamorph

 Trees  in silent strength stand  bare
Yet in their silence dwells  the hope of spring
Though  winter keeps  them in  its  icy glare

Desolate landscapes  bare the scars of winter's sting
 And hardly a creature utters  a sound
 Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring

Days are  bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles  hang from window sills
 And hardly  a creature utters a sound

As life stands  still in winter's chill
Those sunny days  are hard to find
While  icicles hang from window sills

Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
Those sunny days are  hard to find

As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees  in silent strength stand bare
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare

 Trees stand in frozen quietude
Abiding yet in the promise of spring
While  winter plays a frosty interlude
As cold winds sends snowflakes swirling

Animals tucked away in their dens
Silently await springs arrival
But they must endure until then
To assure their survival

Soon spring blossoms will appear
Birds will flit from tree to tree and sing
Butterflies will dance on flowers fair
Abiding in the joy of spring

All those gray skies turn to blue
As springtime  comes with morning dew

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If words were more than just a letter's hope,
And fools were all that seemed to understand.
If dreams were more than tumbles down a slope,
And gifts were placed within the giver's hand.
Draw forth great visions from the peasant hearts.
Sculpt worlds where sons of suns bring rays of light.
Shout! Why? To whispered streams wisdom imparts.
Follow the blind beyond the gift of sight.
Wind's syllables dance on the ancient trees.
Expressions left within the grains of life,
Where prayers are dusted from the savior's knees,
And given to the husband and the wife.
     Then sprinkled to desires far below,
      Become the circle, round and round we go.

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One Soul

Stones crash and shatter
Architecture annihilated 
Atrophy lie their empire
Fated souls separated

Nomadic in pursuit
Forlorn hearts in quest
Amour of absolute
A lifetime possessed

Dimensions of eternity
They cry into space
Dreaming of a fantasy
Fading memory of an embrace

A fated meeting binds them whole
Two halves, of one soul

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Touched by an angel

My life, it has ambled treacherously for some time now, To the cheerless and ecstatic, diurnal and nocturnal rhythms somehow. Furtively it quests for joys life seldom offers, With the touch of its lips and the rock of hips, from luck and fortune’s brimming coffers. From caged intangible impregnable expanse, into my hazy apparitions, an angel, she descends, To be tended softly first and then into me she blends. An angel they say she is to all mankind, Peace of mind and all the joys festoon themselves combined to whoever she be confined. Last Sunday’s dawn, when seeking solitude in a musing trance, Meditating on my heart chakra, without thoughts in my mind swaying in a the ceremonial dance, I felt the caress of her aura and poise, Mien & demeanor of her simplicity swept across me without any noise My yearning heart suckles on her auric light and feverous emotions that are diffuse, Kindness her moniker, and from now on from within me she will repeatedly unleash and break loose.
21/3/2012, by: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)

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O' how my spirit longs for thee


These subtle days in solitude pass
as each season greets a new dream
with wind bending through meandering grass
an impulse charge of life redeem 

With arms raised upward to healing light
in each breath I feel as one
a gift of completion sings eternal flight
with scattered stones, rich soil and pulsing sun

I once again return to the spirit within
made of fragmented pieces of endless breath 
where flesh is left behind and spirit love mend
a flight soaring freedom without pain nor death

In awe I rest beneath the weeping willow tree
O' how my spirit longs for thee...

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I'll be what I must be, in spite of me
as life won't always give the things I choose
and so I have to make what has to be
into the things my life and I can use.

All roads don't lead to Rome, as it's been said,
but some to Paris, and a little fun,
so I will change the path that I would dread
to go to where I choose, when I am done;

I'll not be forced into a better scheme
if I can't see the end result my way
if it's not part of what my heart can dream
it never will come to the light of day;

   All things can change, if I have any voice
    in what they are, and I will make the choice.

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When Hopes And Dreams Are Gone

(Curtal Sonnet) When you feel your hopes and dreams are just gone That there's nothing to uplift your poor heart Just take a good look around and you'll see There's more to be thankful for than whats shown For none can stop you from making new start Only you decide what to do or be. Try to be positive, content each day Even if pain and sorrows break your heart Be grateful give thanks to God on your knee For tomorrow is a new day pray His salvations free. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011 10.13.2014

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The Rose

Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.

They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.

Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.

There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.

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Wayward Bound

Grouped by four and there is even more.
Grouped by three and then none believe.
It is a mad world and many are deceived.
They don’t care so many I will deplore.
Many just go around making my heart sore.
But they don’t care because there so naïve.
I have given them many thoughts to conceive.
But they don’t care so I’ll just shut the door.
I’ll just throw up my hands,
And I’ll just be said and done.
I’ll just throw it to the sands.
I’ll lie down under the Sun.
I’ll just have to make a lost and found,
Because all of them are wayward bound!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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sonnet 2013

I raised my pen in hope of a new thought,
When an idea struck me much joy it brought,
As a sonnet i wish to carry forth,
In dark some night, it shines bright as a torch;

If only love could be a fairytale, 
On a beautiful yacht we both would sail,
Under the starry heavens filled with stars,
Deep in thoughts thinking about how you are;

I turn to you and gaze into your eyes, 
To know that love is not another lie,
A sonnet i completed with much ease,
I felt relieve as love would never cease...

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Missing Piece

There is a part of my live that I'm not living,
The part that makes me happy that I'm missing.
Wondering when my day will arrive,
When we can be together and I can feel fully alive.
Life's too short to pass it up,
So I guess it's time to take a chance at love.
I just wanna be laying in your arms so tight,
Because being with you would feel so right.
You brightened up my day every time you call,
Making me smile no matter how big or how small.
I can't imagine having it any other way,
Because it's you that made everything okay.
But then the emptiness brings me back to reality,
Reminds me that I'm really lonely.
God's greatest creation was creating you,
With a heart so pure and intentions so good,
All I care about is making you happy,
Because you deserve it.
You deserve all you want and all you need,
I'll give it to you if you promise to never leave me.
I just want one chance,
To show you how much you mean to me.
Actions speak louder than words,
So let me show you how much I care,
Because no one else will ever compare,
To how you make me feel,
Because what we have is so real.
I want to take that leap and fly with you,
See what we can accomplish me and you.
Make all your wishes and dreams come true,
Show you there is someone out there for you,
Who can give you back what you've been giving,
Always giving and never receiving.
Give you back the love you give,
And make you feel like the time you wasted,
Was to bring you to love that's sacred.
And make you the happiest man you can be,
Because I have you and you have me.

 December 29, 2013
~The One and Only~

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Fly Away With Me

I’ll pick you up and make you fly.
I’ll sit you down and you’ll think.
At least until you can fly in sync.
We’ll go up in the clouds and spy.
You will know me because I try.
I bring you to the crest of a brink.
I catch you before you truly sink.
I am the one always asking why.
I’ll show you a sea castle,
Bring you to the dungeon.
I am the one you all hassle.
I keep you from bludgeon.
So pick up and fly away with me.
We have a great big world to see.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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Wounded Bird of Flight

Young love bird wounded during your flight
Worried now where your companion landed
You sing a beautiful song, but still no sight
Certainly now he must have gotten stranded

The magical serenade continues to no avail
Some concern now for your own well being
This winter flight treacherous you feel frail
The singing stops, you are hardly breathing

One pilgrimage not completed you feel pain
Some guilt overtakes when you start to heal
The flying before your partner was it in vain
Or is there.a bird needing your singing still

Bird of flight your journey is still not done
Heal now, continue to fly for the other one

Penned by Wayland Bunch 2/12/2013

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One More Day, Lord

If I just had one day left in life,
I'd rid myself of anger, envy, strife.
I'd hug those I loved dearly through the years,
And kneel to God, crying with bitter tears.

My prayer, dear God, extend my days to live,
For there's still one more person to forgive.
It's me, that comes regretting my despair,
Having lived a pauper's life seemed unfair.

I wanted to travel across the lands,
To see mountains high and the ocean sands.
How can I forget untraveled highways,
And be content at the end of my days?

For all that needs be done, God gives grace.
Fretting life ends, with hopes of better place.

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''Believe it or do not, life is a gift--''

Believe it or do not, life is a gift:
do not resign yourself to its evils
or to its troubles and many, great ills;
O no! your purpose, though you feel adrift,
will never leave you—it will buoy you up
and keep you afloat: this know that God wills. 
He shall anoint your paths on the high hills
of His Jerusalem, and fill your Cup
until it runs over—rejoice! Have heart!
For you are not alone in your sorrows
and pain, for God and His angels take part
in the despair and trials of your disease:
if you hold on there'd be more tomorrows
for you—it's a promise that you must seize.

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The Reason is You

You're the reason why I smile,
You make everything worth while.
I wish that I could be in your arms,
Holding you tight keeping you away from harm.
We have a connection that is strong,
With you is where I belong.
There is no distance that is too great,
That could keep us from what is our fate.
Talking to you makes my day,
Because when we speak all problems go away.
We've never met but I trust you'll be there for me,
To always make me happy.
I'll never forget how you've change my life,
And turned the darkness into light.
It's crazy how much we are the same,
You understand me with out having to explain.
When I go to sleep you're in my dreams,
Hoping of the day we can be a team.
When we meet is a matter of time,
If you needed me I'd be there with the drop of a dime.
But all I want is to be by your side,
To fill the loneliness in your life.
Giving you what you deserve,
Showing you all that you're worth.
You're the only person who knows me beginning to end,
With out judgement or need to offend.
I can't wait til the day we meet,
Because what we have has become so deep.
You're heart is so big and filled with care,
That's why we make the perfect pair.


Dedicated to the man I love

 December 23, 2013
~The One and Only~

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Heart of a Caged Animal

Cling to the last fragments of your credence 
Forgetting all mistakes and faults 
Forgiving the critics of their impotence 
and slandering those the world exalts 
They can lock an animal in a cage 
Depriving it of its God-given right 
However can never take away its rage 
So they instead put it in a vexatious plight 
Despite this all and control of a tyrant 
Driven by a claim of purity 
A claim of which he needs to recant 
I would have pity for one with such calamity 
But for those who hope wrongdoing on another 
And receive from it some sick sense of pleasure 
I wish for you a long life and pain in which you smother 
For they are great and to them you are of no measure 
As comforting the song of an angel calming the rage of the caged animal and setting it free 
That same angel's song heals the enraged caged animal's wounds inside of me. 

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Nette's Legacy

"Wheels of goodby to summer's winding" way
Left such a bit of wonder on my mind.
These gems are some of Nette's grand phrases,
Amazingly unique and left behind.
It's not our place to ask where she has gone.
We only know we'll miss her on this site.
So few of us can write such words divine
That fill her pages for reader's delight.

Is this a true goodby or hiatus,
We all hope she has taken holiday.
Month of November her last posting here,
Though we know Nette has lots more to say.
Although sometimes we can't divine intent.
We read her flowing words with sweet content.

Inspired by Nette's sonnet "Wheels of Goodby"

I have used her phrases in the first line of my poem.

Dear Nette we miss you and hope you will be coming back. 
 I have always wondered
if you have a special dictionay in which you
find such unfamiliar words.
I would like to have one of those.

Whatever your plans, may they work out beautifully  for you.

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'I dream of you in your world far from here'

I dream of you in your world far from here.
To not be there, it cuts like broken glass.
I'd end this pain, my love, had I the brass
to quench my need for you to be so near.
Without you here, I wilt in this austere,
comfortless zone of uncreative mass,
stifled, crushed by the unyielding impasse
of knowing I may never enter your sphere.
Were I a wind--a breeze! a zephyr!--I'd
ride the heavens till I light on your lap
and then there with you forever abide
as if betwixt us there were ne'er a gap.
     I swear; for us,  I'd move heaven and God
     as sure as men do plod!

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Till Shines The Day

Tenderly hits the rain on the window

Cheers my heart as it sweeps away the dust

Fits me between roses of green meadow

Deluding me to dream, or so I must

So softly it fell as poets may tell

Passes on the gentle chill of winter

Carries me to you as I hoped it will

Lost dreams to miss, and nights to remember

Still I remember what nights left behind

Still I rejoice when rain knocks on the door

As it flames my heart, too hopeful yet blind

To shine on sweet moments I have no more

For as rain drops sneak when sun is away

So does my heart, steals dreams till shines the day

From: Echoes (

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The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.

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Coming Out of the Shadows

Coming out of the shadows is dire hope With no mechanisms at which to cope It’s like the darkness is grasping to hold Wanting to strangle, to break the light mold Smell of sulfur sits within its confines Being expelled right from its center lines Forming a deadly piece to relinquish Suffocating by what it does relish There is a window of time that’s bestowed Where some light leaks on out from deep below With the glow to come out of the darkness The portal frees love from the emptiness Moon’s gravitational pull brings out light Coming out of the shadows it is bright
Russell Sivey Contest: Coming Out Of The Shadows Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 7/11/2013

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I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Blink... Blink...
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!

By: Soul's Floetry

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Autumn cusp

Late November dawn. Sun’s rays slanting low
Filtering through a haze of naked trees
To stream, in weakened state, through my window
Caressing my face, as the darkness flees

The colour of the light, warming my walls,
Banishes thought of winter’s cold fingers
And, though, daily, the temperature falls,
So much of autumn’s beauty still lingers

Red leafed vines paint the near terraced skyline
Green woodpeckers laugh with unshared reason
Persimmon, holly, mistletoe and pine
Nature’s decorations for this season…

(And Christmas does not feel so far away)
Replete with hope; new birth, new life, new day ~

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When I within your four library walls
Did engage with several books awhile
Your winsome glance, once read, did me enthral
And my heart ensnared  was by that smile.

Little did I realise so much then,
While your look spoke  to me in  rich  volumes
That love is much mightier   than the pen,
How my heart would surrender mid your tomes.

New chapters were well written in my mind
With every visit read between each line
I yearned  in spirit with your soul to bind
And wished with all my heart that you were mine.

What would I not in some novel time give
To know that in your hands my tale would live.

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Ever as many I try to write for thee

Ever as many I try to write for thee,
 All the words like a soft sand slip away,
 My soul, my heart, my dreams... All flee
 And all the words, therefore cannot say.

 I seek an answer from thyself...
 How much with thee I fall in love?
 He says as a brave knight compelled a triumph,
 Carried it along the earth, and to the sky above,

 As a rose and magic always dwelt together,
 Circle beneath a circle, flow like waves
 As a velvet passion that burns forever,
 Tenderly wrap our bodies with praise

 I love thee dearly, since before life has begun
 I love thee deeply, as night whispers are done

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Hi Jesus

Hi Jesus

It’s been a long, long time.
I hope that you still remember me, 
I’ve been hiding quite a while, deep inside.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I’ve been hiding
Is because of all the shame, because of all the pain.

I know that I don’t look so great
For meeting up with you tonight, in the hue of bedroom light 
But I hope you understand 
I’ve been alone since I was three, there was nobody caring, just me, you see.

You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face…. and heart
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things I just can’t erase.

They say that eyes are windows 
they  peer into the soul.
I’m afraid that if you look there,
You’ll find it dark and cold, my soul half, not whole.
I’m not sure why it is, Lord,

But you won’t see any tears.
I guess they’ve just been cried up all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless 
Is my unruly heart.
I guess that’s just what happens
When no one really cares, when your childhood is ripped apart.

And if you ask a question 
I really do not have much to say. 
I’ve found that no one really wants 
To hear me talk about it anyway.

And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you’ll hear
How hard my heart is pounding. 
That’s because of all the fear.

You’ll notice that I wrapped my arms 
Around me all the time.
I did that for protection 
Of the things that should have been mine.

See, not so very long ago,									Pg.2
Without an ounce of care,
That monster  took away from me
Things I never meant to share.

And if you find I tremble inside
When you come close to me, 
It’s because of all the dreadful things 
That someone did to me, and they tried to hide.

Jesus I’m so sorry, if I disappointed you,
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.

I know that in my mother’s womb 
You created me
And I can’t help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?

They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights 
You left me all alone, just for him to take to play, to give me away.

They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it’s true,
But Jesus, please remember, they whispered it,
In the darkness and the stench
They said they loved me too.
© Theresa Rossouw

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My Solemn Vow

I think I shall take this very day and make you my solemn vow.
And when I do I shall pass it onto you to follow the just of me.
I vow to open your blinded eyes to show you all that I can see.
I vow to open your deafened ears to hear why I am me and how.
I think I shall take this night and raise up your brow.
And when I do I shall pass it to you with an only key.
I vow to open your locked doors down on a bent knee
I vow to close the wounds from those I did not allow.
I vow to gather my group up into my fruitful field.
I vow to cover you and dress you to simply adorn.
I vow to create a world in which we as one build.
I vow to remove every single painful prickly thorn.
I vow to you that I am your God given Grace.
I vow to you that I am able to create or erase!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008

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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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Cross Fate

My feet caressed by the washed sand
my eyes lost in the horizons gaze 
soothing essence fills the land
but in my heart there is a blaze
two days back and my heart was taken
it shone over the entire ocean
now the fire within leaves me shaking 
my joy now runs with the waves that get broken
a broken heart in need of love
must find joy someway somehow
so there is hope in the sky above
and with that hope grab on now 
the night may make the sun disappear
but by the next mourning the sun reappears 

*Entered into "First Poem" Contest
-Won HM

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I love you (Written for Sonnet Contest)

I love you more, than words will ever say
I think of just us, every night and day.
Talking and sharing, just being with you
There’s nothing on this earth, I’d rather do.

It happened so quickly, we fell in love
It could be meant, by the man up above.
I tingle all over, just by your touch
I’ll love you forever, so very much.

Special songs and dreams, and time together
I’ll cherish the memories, always forever.
I’ll never be able, to say goodbye
The thought of us parting, still makes me cry.

You’ll always hold, a very special part
Forever and always, you’ll have my heart.

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The only praise

Sulfur smile and the summer that knits the brow; 
Green branches shake the crystalline thrills, 
While past and future have a date and bow, 
In front of no time nosegay of the sleepy hills: 
Under the blue, near dark green our tree cries. 
Delusive Dragon can count the crusade`s days, 
Hand holding hand, and hope eyes to eyes, 
For our way we pay with ourselves, the only praise. 
Dream to dream in tender calling of the muse; 
The rainbow`s colors after rain recited the sun; 
The flight of doves may keep an old excuse, 
That sorrow and joy as twins rest in a pun: 

This means my tree anew soon after it was old; 
So, love and hope and recollections won`t rest cold.

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Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007

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In The Silence Of Beauty

How much of words shall be compared to thee

How much of beauty thou must have possessed

For mouths had blundered when words rushed to flee

Brightened eyes by thy fairness were caressed

Gloomy hearts had blossomed beneath thy shade

Deserted spirits in thee had been blessed

So shine along the dawn where nights shall fade

And release my hopes with a tender kiss

Where warm sunshine lies over lonesome hearts

Hymns of joy flowed so softly into mine

And where dull nights fail to break us apart

I glimpsed my dreams in the sweet love of thine

Seeking in thy beauty for words to steal

As I am embraced by heart thou shall heal


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A sonnet to a faded little rose,
Could never hope to tell you how I feel.
The things you gave up just for me do show,
That parental love is your only seal.
Since birth you've been near just to protect me,
And help me up each time that I would fall,
And guide me with a hand on which I'd lean,
Depending as I start down lifes vast hall.
When I have gone from your home to my own,
To rear my family as you did rear me. 
I only hope that God will help me know,
The joy and sorrows, that I once caused thee.

My love for you is as endless as time itself,
And deeper than the oceans deepest cove.

                           Cile Beer

written l955

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Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer
child of your Bedonkohe blood and line.
I raise my hands to recognize you there
and plea you recognize this heart of mine.

I know you welcome all into your light
And let my way, as through this death I go, 
Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right
As certain as blood of Geronimo.

Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past?
And does this not bring us our only choice
To bide amongst the tribe from out our past?
To gather in your light, and raise one voice

Of this, our song, our voices unified
And handed down through time, where we have cried.
...............© Ron Wilson
Another very special Sonnet that just wrote itself through me...where do they come from? And how?

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Believe in Love

There is plenty of things,
   in this world that can wait.
But when it comes to love for a woman,
   a man must never be late.
You never know what you have,
   until everything falls from your hands.
You have to be the shoulder for her to cry on,
   and the strength to hold her up when those tears have left her too weak to 
Cherish her,
   but never take her for granted.
And when you tell her you love her,
   be sure in your heart,
   that you are ready to tend to those three words you just planted.
Tell her when she smiles at you,
   that shes the hero of your dreams.
Above all dont allow pride to interfere,
   and in love you should always believe.

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Christmas Mass

Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.

Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.

You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
       ©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa

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Look in this glass

Look in this glass, and tell me if you can see a little devil in; 
But, I`m afraid you cannot do it today, so let it pass; 
Another day`s impatient breath, another person you have seen: 
So let your lazy shadow lying in the powdered grass; 
Ask the old King Lear to let you comb his long white beard;
Enjoy this frozen sky in which ancestors’ eyes met old mystery;
Multitudes of aged persons so fond of the white tomb, I heard
As being hung by white dreams of self-love, and cold posterity; 
Matusalemes of great expectations still live gloriously in thee.
Bring the white seasons for other tomorrow learning to smile; 
So through the windows of this misunderstood freedom, you see 
Despite of wrinkles of our earth and heaven, this is patience`s time. 

But if you have seen the little devil in the mirror, this could be 
The old tempter moving a mountain, from other realm for thee... 

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Prayer for Faith-Miltonic Sonnet

How can it be that few of us can see
the hands of greed and pride have dealt their blow
and caused a horrid lack of faith to grow
Will God still listen to my earnest plea
as I request His help on bended knee?
I’m lost, I did not see, I did not know
that we had come to cause a world of woe
alas, attributed to those like me
My fleeting youth is spent, but hope hangs on     
that better generations yet to come      
will resurrect the truth, the faith, the light    
and recreate the path that seems foregone 
To greed, despair and pride they won’t succumb;   
I want to trust one day they will unite

*Written May 10, 2014 - Miltonic Sonnet

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In the center I sit.
Unraveling a core,
I lay it by the shore.
It’s a wondrous fit.
It is in pieces by a bit.
It sails an ocean floor.
It has a rip where tore.
It makes the seas split.
It travels day and night.
A never-ending drift,
It is brilliantly bright.
Moving along so swift!
It travels a path lit by a Star,
Rendering miles that are afar!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007

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Love's A Rapture

When my eyes embraced yours
My knees felt weak as my heart drove fast,
Your scent rushed against my pores,
“May I steal a kiss?” I asked.
The aroma that was your breath,
The sweetness of your luscious lip
Uplifting me from the grasps of death,
I draw you closer, won’t let you slip.
I feel the rush when you are near,
I can finally withstand the pain,
Pure ecstasy masking my fear,
I know our love won't be in vain.
From the towering abyss
You reached down to me,
I’m in such a state of bliss
Please don’t ever flee.

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''That the brilliance of your majestic ways--''

That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size 
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy He gives to him that stays
from wicked ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give His Word renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted of Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!

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    The First Voyage of Paul
A sailing ship, out aimless on the sea
forewarned by Paul--to sail would be a crime,
but captain said "you're safe now--you're with me"
he vowed their trip to Rome would be on time.

And so they set about to sail the main,
not caring that the Fast had well begun--
nor that no sailing man could see a gain,
for such a trip would fail--before it's done.

The captain caused the crew to set their plight
towards a Cyprus port--for needed rest,
when all at once the day turned into night--
and then the wind of God made life a test.

    The temptest blew for days--to Malta's shore
    and set the will of God--forevermore.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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the bay today

The Bay Today 
The bay is green today like grassland a spring day
moments before it´s invaded by cattle and cowboys
with six shooters full of dust. 
Yesterday a tsunami struck filled houses with icy 
water, to day shopping is free you can buy whatever
you desire but Persian carpets are water damaged. 
Angry water is brown as a hord of stampede cattle
unthinking just moving forward unaware of death 
and its own impending destruction.
Friendly and soft the bay is today, like a milk carton 
cow painted green to better be seen on supermarkets
shelves that also have blueberry yogurt on display. 
A, this inlet forever trying to be apart from the sea,
yet cannot stop a storm from  spitting foam.

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Evening Sonnet

Evening Sonnet

If I could etch this vision in my mind,
watercolors on the horizon find.
Setting glows of orange and red,
pinks and yellows mingled threads.
Your gift of light fantasia see,
earth's at peace and harmony
Watching such a glorious glow,
knowing wars and angers grow.
Floods and famines, earthquakes roar,
warming earth's internal floor.
Rapture waits beyond the door,
Let not the Albatross give soar.

God's gifts of peace and gentle rest,
The sun will rise, the sun will set.

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Common Ground

Starry night, Star bright shine your light!
It’s a lost world traveling at a rapid speed.
Oh guide me and teach me to properly lead.
For I am down here where nothing is right!
Send me a wind to take my flight,
And let them all take heed!
I am the deepest seed.
For I stand in all my might.
Let the Sun shine down on me.
Let the rains walk away.
Set my eyes where they can see.
For I am day by day!
As the world spins around and around,
I shall be found standing on top of Common Ground!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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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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First Sight of Love

Under a dome of silence, candles glow
So do, your eyes, and mine amalgamate
I, senseless, nearly Earth not gyrating
Words I can’t form, yet voice whisper loudly.
That hope of time could encumber its hand
In times, when each palm of ours hook up
Under an arctic spot, vows created
Within our bold hearts, bin doubt and deceit.
But there’s a word stamped to reality,
Which I, veto, and never hope to come
Let the promises carved on countless stones.
Breathe with me and don’t ever say goodbye.
‘Til the last sand falls, for you I’ll capsize
Within my soul, vows shall overawe time.

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Unsent Billet-doux

Unladylike though to speak this heart of mine
          for a certain man who makes my day shine.
          I admit I'm just being true to myself
          to this indescribable feeling for you that I felt.

Honestly, you caught my eyes at first sight
          from that moment I wanted no more nights
          only to see you even at a glance
          and know your name if I have the chance.

Man, I don't want you to have hard time to think
          for there are a  lot of girls in this wide space
         "you don't know my name, but you know me by face."
          Before I leave you I want you to know --

"I think of you everyday, now and then
          hoping that we will cross our path again..."

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In The Dirt

In the search for ourselves, 
We often find and meet others, 
Who make, break, or put us on shelves. 
Uplifted. Destroyed. Smothered. 

Like a child loses interest in a thing. 
We're left, on our own accord. 
Forgotten, abandoned, breaking. 
Alone. Left. Wronged. 

We learn to live for ourselves, only. 
Looking forward, that is the way, 
Any other would lead to being lonely 
Hurt. Lost. Fray. 

Life is too short to be lived with hurt. 
Bury the pain, deep, in the dirt.

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Cold Nights In Paris

COLD NIGHTS IN PARIS ( Monsieur L'vampyre)
There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow,
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth,
and no demands are made, when time to go.

Where lovers slip into the hiding night,
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives for just a night, again.

And love's a little warmer, from the cold;
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat;
and warms the lives of both the young and old,
who find their love with-in their body heat.

Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
without it cold is something they would fear.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Quirky Journey

Last cuddling, she tired to besiege the intense in vain,
  Caged parrot still repeating his hobby-horse of eternal matrimony,
Sealed paper, journey of no timing, oh! King you bereaved and unleashed acrimony,
  Prickled his sword, stared beyond her eye balls, full of anxious veins exhibiting pain.

Boundary end, where wind sweep sand, she bade farewell,
  Simmered, he turned and smiled, I will be back,
Fate unravelled itself, the gods must be on the wrong tack,
 Wait I must, as far aging left reasonable days as well.

Years past, the wind whizzed west without echoes of victory or loss,
 Lonely, the porch knows, as a wilful face came buzzing around,
 Tempting, she must flee, but pale skin no friend of her, his return she toss,
 Went away raptured, few days, the church bell jingled a merry sound.

Captured in war and released, surfaced he on the wedding day,
  Patience must not be obsess with time, on her finger another ring lay.

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My Love For You

I see you through night and day,
With words of such grace
You have turned from my life and walked away.
While holding the rose in my hand, with it I do trace.

Frowing now that I never did,
O' but star-struck I will always be.
Forever wishing that I ever so bid.
Little did I know that your from me.

I'll beg on my knees,
I'll plead with all eternaty,
If you only let me say please.
To me, thers is no one else, not any.

I let you slip from my fingers,
My sweet and dear friend, my love for you still lingers.

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Fog Of Mind

Upon returning from the vaulted tombs
Of our eternity, we come to find
The ticking clock has consecrated rooms
Erected through dissected fog of mind.
Presumptuous they say our search each day
To find a way to make mankind divine
When truth of flesh is absolute decay
And neuroleptic death is not benign.
Yet deep within the harbors of our heart,
Resides eternal hope we can achieve
An elevated knowledge far apart
From monolithic madness most believe.
Yet though we know our hope is in a rut
We'll fiddle till these little riddles shut.

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Mending A Broken Heart

Nothing as cold as a winter of black.
the world still moves, as if nothing has changed.
"a snow angel" i thought as she fell back.
she looked to the stars "they all seem arranged".
her eyes a sunrise on the Coral Sea.
Years pass people, continue in rejoice.
my despair endless, as challenger deep.
i long for her warmth, and ache for her voice.
her love for me eternally in stone.
love crashing down in a thunderous wave.
stars came and went but i stood there alone.
waiting for deaths sweet grip, by true loves grave.
when joy comes with curved blade and dark cloak.
time will mend the heart, it long ago broke.

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If by Chance we Meet

What if by chance we meet, embrace once more,
And to that place we go where no one sees
Or even knows, we quietly close the door
And shut away the winter’s cooling breeze.

The scent of hyacinths still fills the hall
And welcomes us with memories of where
We both said our goodbyes and we’ll recall
Unspoken words left hanging in the air

But if we meet, my heart will surely sing
For what we were and what we might have been
When to this empty room, my love, you’ll bring
Bouquets of flowers fresh and newly green

If in this chance encounter, you are true,
We may find love returns, from where it flew

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Foreign War

I know my son was inside with their dogs
And women dressed in uniforms who held
Their sharpened knives and made my son undress.
This is the way Americans fight war.

Confusing thoughts enter my mind
Combined with anger, sadness. ****.
The Lord, is my child to die?
If it is your will, please end him.

How could the Lord let this happen?
My sweet poor boy and his humility
He is nothing but a toy to women.
This is the way Americans fight war.

My family weeps for my son.
My country prays for their own sons.

-Caroline Youngless

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Pandora's Box – sonnet

Who would have thought, when Epimetheus
Had seen the utmost beauty sent by gods,
He would not listen to Prometheus,
And keep his hands away? What were the odds?
Because of him, we now have amongst us
All evil things, from pain to very death,
From anger up to illness, and, alas,
From greed up to the envy's stinking breath...
But also, due to him and his embrace
Of warm desire for the beauty found,
When sweet Pandora opened up her case
And all the blights kept spreading all around,
We have one tiny, fragile, magic rope,
That keeps us going on forever: HOPE.

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If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.

If I could welcome May in all her bliss,
the window into summer's melting kiss,
I'd know the greatest joy, though for a while,
and die among the gods, for only this.

If I could open summer, and her pain,
each ray of sunlight fair, each drop of rain,
each courting dove, each flit of butterflies
each welcoming of death, that ends all pain.

If I could capture Beltaine at sunrise,
'twould shine much like the light there in your eyes...
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa
Si podría recolectar para usted, florece favorablemente, el primer
del verano, los deslizan en su pelo, para encenderse la cara, el
temblor de su sonrisa, cuánto en amor sería en cuál hay.

Si podría dar la bienvenida a mayo en toda su dicha, la ventana en el
beso que derrite del verano, sabría la alegría más grande, aunque
por un rato, y el dado entre los dioses, para solamente esto.

Si podría abrir verano, y su dolor, cada rayo de la feria de la luz
del sol, cada gota de la lluvia, cada paloma que corteja, cada
revoloteo de mariposas el cada dar la bienvenida de la muerte, que
termina todo el dolor.

Si podría capturar Beltaine en la salida del sol, ' brillo del twould
como la luz allí en sus ojos. 

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A day so bright and golden
A country whose sun is proven
Where other races come to refuge
And not be dumped as the refuse
I saw a day where we’ll have leaders
Not tugged oriented as rulers
A day I saw the canker-worm is no more
Where there was no gulf war
Where the nation of saint are adore
When we fought as it was in troy
Alone we are the glory without convoy
On Euphrates flows the twelfth aisle
I was pure and graced in the seventh tide

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Waking up

Whispers all around me, but I don't see a soul
Feelings of dread and regret consumes my being
Is there some dark spirit around that I'm not seeing?
Maybe I'm crazy, but am I the one who's supposed to be playing this role?
Dreaming this reality up, yet it seems so real
Lucidity is ever so fluent; smooth as can be
Pretend time becoming a concrete fantasy
Regardless of where I end up, this is surreal

They say the white light is prevalent, but I disagree
A multitude of shapes and colors are profuse
With all of this around me, how could I not exist?
Reality is what you make it, I still am the real me
Time to make new and to really let loose
Haunting the past will be tough to resist

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Is it the greatness of your art

Is it the greatness of your art or intellect,
that you proclaim for all the world to see.
That my thoughts and wit would appear reject,
and wither upon the vine with me.
Is it your beauty and wisdom that astound.
That’s alien to this world that strikes me dumb.
No, neither you nor the masses you confound,
That words which flowed so freely will not come.
You with that simple vacant stare,
that underpins the hollows of your mind.
You, should not presume to dare,
that your fame, has my thoughts maligned.
But when your art has won the day,
then mine is helpless to teach or sway.

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To You

This tale begins with what I believe,
The start of us- with Adam and Eve,
I start here with Adam and Eve,
To show what I truly believe,

Every one hand crafted by You,
The marks You made so pure- so true,
Sent down to keep our thoughts true,
Angels are here- sent by You,

Back to innocence we go,
How to get there- I don't know,
Adam and Eve- you know,
Gave innocence a go,

I know this is the key,
To help me be free.

Praying for change- a habit of mine,
A hope for my true colors to shine,
With this new hope that I may shine,
I found someone who is just mine,

With him, I feel like Eve- So young,
Soon enough, these new feelings sprung,
After these new feelings sprung,
I felt naïve, even young,

I soon learned a new secret,
It confused me- I admit,
I loved it I admit,
This new deadly secret,

Thank You for everything,
What will this all bring?

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Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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We Have The Knowledge Of All These And Still

Wherefore the pride in being proud?
Whence the deciduos beauty once to be moulded by a shroud.
Wherefore the exhilarition and glory in war ?
Whence these vain citadels brim out only harrowing tears.
Wherefore the joy in bamboozling others?
Whence from sin can't we run or escape neither.
Wherefore the pleasure in speaking irony?
Whence pronouncing the sweet can act as sweet as honey.
Wherefore the divide between richness and poverty?
Whence one notion stands before God and thats equality.
Wherefore the grief in the death of nears and dears one's?
Whence no tears brims while passes away others.
We have the knowledge of all these and still;
Mind will be in its own place till enlightment in our mind gets filled.  

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Stepping out

cold caused fatigues
loneliness vanished
the colors of a life
silenced behind the continuous intrigues

each step a mile
distance a dream
the color-blinded wet eyes
no longer hiding a huge courageous  smile
all valiant  steps
capture free miles 
each stage a victory
beyond  that  wooden and iron spiderwebs 

closed that hateful gate with a resolute slap
ahead a new colorful life to unwrap

© Ellie Daphne

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We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.

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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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Another Scene

A black small bird
With her head held high
And long ‘V’- shaped tail,
Balancing on a grazing cow;
The solitary one
Leisurely mowing on
Upon a field of tiny
Green gleaming grass.
They are mutually proud
And delighted at realizing
Unconditional obligations of 
Nature’s unwritten decree!
Man with the best of contracts
Often gets humiliatingly snared.

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What is Truth?

I tried to follow some Truth and Moral
Now I sit here like I had no option
I thought I had to love every pal
Life has been tough, I thought my friends were gone

How could spirit stand by my side – you know?
Nothing, I mean nothing meant my pathway
What I gave I got back like I sow
Every bit and flesh of me should turn hay

Love, hate, feelings, everything seemed so dead
This my place was like after a havoc
I had no hope to find a soul to wed
Madness is my latest hope and stock

What then is Truth, what is it all about?
I´ve had enough of searching: this I shout!

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''Despair that drags me down like gravity--''

Despair that drags me down like gravity 
(like a black hole that swallows up all matter) 
leaves in its wake a hollow cavity; 
O God! My pain's so great I think I'll shatter! 
I can't seem to escape this black abyss, 
this giant hole in my poor, shrunken soul 
which starves for happiness, for that once-known bliss 
become now so black like the pitch of coal. 
But, like to the star that explodes in death 
to then gives birth to its second child, 
planets, moons, comets, asteroids, then breath 
to man and all Creatures of the wild; 
      So Hope's hand gives to me this second chance, 
      this oft' assumed Joy's least remembered dance!

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Taking that Leap

I'm scared of these feelings that I have,
Because I'm finally past the point of being sad.
I'm ready to jump out window and fly,
Not looking back with you as my guy.
Hoping that I soar instead of hit the ground,
Because love is what I have found.
I'm ready to take this chance,
And show you true romance.
Being the only one you need,
To have love that goes deep.
I want to take away all your worries and fears,
Make all of the bad disappear.
I want to replace the loneliness,
With nothing but coziness. 
Help you out along the way,
So you'd know your future will be okay.
I'm ready for something that's real,
Time for all the scars to heal.
Being your present and future girl,
Ride or die until the end of the world.
Being your other half to make a whole,
Making love that's out of control.
Being there for you every day,
Showing you that I'm here to stay.
Giving you all the things you deserve,
Because you have proven your worth.
Making you happy is all I want,
Becoming each others confidants.
Let me love you and show you that I care,
So your heart will no longer be in despair.
I want to be enough for you,
Because it's you that I choose.
No other person makes me feel the way you do,
I just want to share a life with you.
I want to make all your dreams come true,
Because I know all the pain you've been through.
I want to be apart of your love train,
Coming together creating our domain.
I want to give you love you've never had,
Because our bond makes us the perfect match.

Dedicated to the man I love

January 02, 2014
~The One and Only~

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The morning light, that's blinding to the sight,
breaks through the clouds into the forest deep,
and wakens life from out of darkened night,
into the dawn of one more date to keep.

While life, the puzzle, opens to the dawn,
and makes a challenge of their daily bread,
my wonder is if they're depending on
the grace of God, or on mere chance, instead.

This raises thanks from my observing heart,
that we've the fare to set our table right,
and make a feast of what is just a part
of bounty that's come from our nations might.

       And from belief that Jesus is the way,
          the light and truth that leads the U.S.A.

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Fight Back

Life was never like this,swinging up and down,
making a fool of me,as if i am the only clown.

Touching the sky always had been a dream,
though a distant one as it may seem.

But never did I lose ,the hope of reaching there,
inspite if the failures,which came to me so near.

Love the way , life plays games with me,
trying to beat me hard but never could, You see.

The challenges of life making me strong as ever
and a determination to fight with it forever.

Despite being knocked out,so many times in past 
I've emerged out again and make my words last.

Now again its time to show that I don't lack
than anyone or anybody and to go and fight back!!

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Amidst Heavy rains

Amidst the heavy rains,standing here I'm,
Holding my hands together ,hoping to be fine.

Walking through the streets ,repenting upon the past,
thinking what to do next,and when did I smile last.

Nothing seems to strike,nothing going my way,
however hard i try,no use of what I say.

To whom shall I show, the scars of my life,
the pain of which ,increases my strife.

I have reached a stage ,at which I can't turn back,
to fulfill my wishes which my life lack.

Now I wish sometimes,I still had been a boy,
to be loved by everyone,filled every moment with joy.

But time and again,reality comes back to me,
and amidst heavy rains I'm again on a crying spree.

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To the Glen's She Came

There will come a day, when a Maiden graces the Glens
Alba is where she'll stand amidst the land of Highland men
For her hand will be chosen to be at this clansman's side
And render her heart to he, forever she'll reside

To a place called Inverness, which will claim her heart
Leaving her hurt behind allowing her life to start
For in this tranquil city surrounded by hues of green
Many times we'll capture these views, oh! to be seen

Along the River Ness in whatever season one walks
It's beauty always abounds allowing us to talk
There's no better place to stop to share a loving kiss
In the background her waters flow, soothing, so bliss

Many years have passed, we still walk the riverside
To my Maiden who graces my heart, and leaves me full of pride

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Bit Coin

Planners hath much to quarrel and to quill,                        
Yet, not know their own eye or trailed hand,                                      
Doth quickly consume an unfathomed land.                            
Is it right to put ax to tree or ground to till?                                    
Nay ev'n hearing a next door neighbor's will?                               
Seeing not his son's labor thru a torrent land,                       
Fills sufficient stores, and hath more to demand.        (Reworked and shortened 5/14/2014)
Having, gets new glory and tells him nay to feel:                
Ev'n snow covered tops doth ask why choose                        
Logs without recall of the past weighted track;               
Felled cut timber, nay know where they're going      
To light;  Now, acorns hath much more to loose     
And doth value truest todays' sorrowed lack,                
Gives vast to man, more than morsel or bit coin.           

Miltonic Sonnet Contest
Via the contest sponsor's request,
Has a moral and/or social issue subject matter

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Reflection Colored by Rain

The luminous light of day 
Crowded by a shadowy cloud
Rain falls, reflecting sunray
Creating rainbow colors bowed
Find the end, find the gold
However it takes, deity vowed
Through youth until it's old
Sky of endless theory allowed
Find the truth of his stories told
Promise, hope, here and now
Capture to have and to hold
The luminous light of day
Reflection colored by rain 
Reflects joy instead of pain

 ~Leonard Napierskie

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Treasure Hunt

Love is a treasure, all of us may hold,
It carries us through life, never to be sold.
It shows us mercy while other attributes do not,
solaces our soul and simply can’t be bought.

Treasures we are seeking; monetarily so to speak,
a priceless gift of eternity, is love when at full peak.
All the riches in the world cannot fill the empty void,
the only key to happiness is love when truly enjoyed.

It will never leave you, though pain is a side effect,
one dose of erroneous love; your heart will fully reject.
It gives you guidance and helps in times of need,
a bond never to be broken, an emotion flows to feed.

Yes, it can be agonizing and at times let you down,
as quickly as it dissipates, a new love again is found.
Protects your vulnerabilities and eases your mind at rest,
love is never taking; giving is what it does best.

Treasures we may be seeking subconsciously in our minds,
clearly taking for granted a wonderful gift so easy to find.
Use your gift wisely; don’t misuse it or discard to the side,
your treasure is always with you; in your heart, deep inside!

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Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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RETURN TO HELL - Monsieur L'Vampyre

Tonight love flies from where love never seems
to occupy, it comes from time somewhere,
and long ago, from emptiness of dreams
you've long forgot, but they are steaming there

deep in the night, from where I've spread my wings
and fly into your life in need of me
but be aware, sometimes my love it stings
upon your neck but sets your spirit free;

and then we fly through all of time and space
into the mist that's lifting cool and blue
back to the forests long burned by the race
straight to the heart of love that bothers you;

and you will love me like you've loved before
when you were someone else demanding more.

Take wing my love! There's naught your heart should fear
It's just like deja vu or times gone by
look deep into your death--love will appear
your love will never let your spirit die

and all are just as undead as I've been,
the only difference is you you come and go,
while dying as you have I've never seen
nor had the peace of mind the dead all know.

but love is constant in my life and heart
demanding blood be pumping through my vein
and when you feel my bite you'll be a part
of everything I've ever been, again.

Yes you have lived before and loved too well
and that's the price you pay to live in Hell.

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A Matter of Faith

O balked from the tree of his righteousness
Dried out, crushed to bitter pulp, I am bleached
Of his nature, his image sin digest
Till I am a chemical drip, a leached
Embodiment of human reason, just
Paper without special purpose now, bare
Of true identity, soiled, tossed in dust
A crumpled thing, a broken tree, a tare.

But then the Gardener came, wrote his name
Again on me, set it bottom of the page
Under the letter of his love, I found fame
Anew, calm comfort where the axe had rage
Call me Bible, call me gospel, I bring
You evidence, lo, I am God's new thing
Let science reads its figment in the skies
Let men dream nature's fictitious power
Make planets spin and orbit butterflies
I stand in reverence with a flower
Awed that I and it are creatures of clay
I, immaculate, towering reason
It the core supply of food a season
And we two bound by design, love's display
Of purpose, mystery, and His joy sublime
Amidst earth's grit, and life's gangrene and grime

Fearfully and wonderfully I am
Made, and may not the Gardener's purpose
Glean all at once, but I believe the Lamb
Death comes to all, but faith lifts me from mere dust.
Gardeners, yes, are potters too, but He
A special one, does what no one can do
From common clay he makes the fruiting tree
From common clay a vase sparkling and new
With common clay he fills his case, then make
It castle for the tree. I, he did break
The common clay of freewill, softly spake
To me in tongues of fire, my mistake
To cleanse, when freewill had all options lost
In the finite span of time, I submit
To him, who from his flesh my mold had cast
Whose eternity is my hope's limit
Whose grace my spinning wheel, O proclaim
Image of the potter, pride of his name.
Let me the stag the mad hounds lead away
Led me pant the chase with love's enchantment
At the bright city's gate ends the foray
That charms their eyes and brim with wonderment
For simple truth of divine word. Mark me
Not for the third arrow's coming, I yield
All glory to your name. Truth and beauty
In me polish, seal me your word to wield.

For I was made to honor your glory
To be the moon of your eternal sun
To be your messenger and your story
Your servant until life's frail time is done
Into your forest then let me there glow
The target of your grace, your love to show.

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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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Violetta gave Alfredo a camilia,
reminding him to bring it back when it had finally faded...
to seal their kiss without its aroma;
would he have kept that promise when it had whitered? 
In a lonely room, with light barely filtering,
Violetta lays in that bed sweetly thinking
of Alfredo's hand comforting her and caring for her in the last hours...
but Annina is by her side, not daring to spread
the sad news that Alfredo has gone, hoping to return before she dies.

Violetta's eyes can hardly see...but her hands
are wrapped around Alfredo' cheerful portrait,
knowing that his love for her is profound and endless,
by feeling the warmth of his tender heart;
and getting closer to death, she wishes he won't return
with a faded camilia...even in Heaven that flame will burn!  

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Heavenly dream made a reality

Upon the spoken word, upon silver wings,
There was a message written to me, sent by my king.
A love song so sweet, my heart could not resist,
I fell for the one; I was made for but missed.
He sang of great redemption, of mercy, of grace,
A foreign language it was to me, I felt uneasy, out of place.
The wrongs I held on to, the sadness the pain,
Simple things really, trying to keep me from my way.
The emotions overwhelming, I collapsed to my knees,
The only feeling I could muster, was the one to appease.
For knowing I was better than the life I was leading,
I had to exceed every expectation, I knew I was fleeing.
He always held me close, through the disappointment and extreme,
Knowing that one day, I’d look back and it’d seem such a dream.
For he always held a plan for me, that I had failed to recognize,
My Lord showed me my world, as it seems through unseen eyes.
Forever I’ll feel in debt to him, although he’ll never hold me to it,
Because he always loved me for who I was, he always held me through it.
-micaiah Price

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Natural Glitter

Swallowed up into false nothingness around,
Captured only by my thoughts with no sound,
My mind wondering throughout the land,
No music to spare, not even a marching band,
Swiftness of stream, within walking distance,
Captures my thoughts, breaking my stance,
I break away and chase after calming echo.
Not knowing what I would find or know.
My soul relates to natures swishing flow.
Heart beating softly, in rhythm as I go,
As if, my spirit is writing music so sweet.
Picturing the notes, expressions of the beat,
Welcoming environments of musical twitter,
Spread outward in view, of natural glitter.

Written for

Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Breathe in the silence 

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I am Man

When those words are spoken, written, to be a man or not,
Buzz says the bee, to discover what is he?
When the vortex of brains come calling all to reveal plots,
On dripping lips with open mouths that are caves of echoes, opened with skeleton 
The makeup of a man with gray and white matter speaking to him,
Seats of consciousness much more grandeur than the largest auditorium,
Fleshy pods of minds, bodies, and souls, that are glass snakes with broken penis 
Regeneration of anger, hate, sorrow, despair, and love trapped in the hearts 
sunless atrium,
Driving on streets with war bonnets making exchanges with Julius Cesear in the 
passenger seat,
Boxing wrongs reminding us that we are men, and men we are,
Love letters from Sappho, slapping vulnerability, and veneered with eroticized heat,
Ermine men with life lessons spitting out the memories of nightmares,
Graveyards of bones with worm infested skulls, and dreams at rest,
 To be a man in life, to be a man in death, here, and there, he must live or die the 

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Hope is More than a Word

Hope is wonderful, it's a word I have come to appreciate
It appears in my life presently, hope knows I can wait
For in the coming months freedom will open my door
To a new life I'll lead and rid my past of sores

Music will be my capture, whilst my art will re-awake
To be more free in years to come, I need to for my sake
Whether I'll be alone in life, only time can tell
Inside my soul I'm reborn again to rid my saddened hell

To concerts I will go, many bands I have still to see
Buggles, Asia & Bryan Ferry, thrall their sounds in me
Maybe Queen will tour again, pasts efforts I should have made
Fingers crossed I won't be alone to share my Gigs cascade

Hope is a wonderful word it can open up future doors
To cross that threshold with open eyes, new horizons to explore

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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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Great is the Day

Great is the day when a song you hear.
It makes your spirit soar through wind.
Great is the day when your time begins.
It makes you wake up and hoot a cheer.
Great is the day when it is a new year.
It makes you back to where you been.
Great is the day to manage a few grins.
It will put you into another hemisphere.
Great is the day just to be,
A part of a world that sings!
Great is the day just to see,
A wondrous mix of things!
Great is the day,
Is all I can say!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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          HERE  THEY PARTAKE                     
          HERE THEY UNDERTAKE                                                        


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Retire And Be My Love

Come along retire, travel with me
Be my love in places we've not seen
We'll travel around the  world our home
Roaming those valleys and mountains tall 

Our love won't wane only grow__untame
We will have all our pleasures anew
Every moment treasure  other
Whilst each day brings us new sunrises

Each one more glorious__ exciting
If these pleasures seem your heart  to move
Come be my love in our latter life
In passage  over the ocean blue

We'll travel see the world anew__dream
Dreams that our imagination schemes

(Parody of "The Passionate Shephard To His Love" by Christopher Marlowe (1564-
1593) for Dr. Ram's contest.)

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In the light there is darkness

In the light there is darkness. You don't see it but its there.
Like a sweet serenade, the words unspoken. Lies.
We've all heard it! It hurts but we have to move on. In life nothing is fair 
We'll make it! Who knows when and how? Maybe after a thousand tries.

Perhaps a thousand lies. A thousand heart breaks and failures may come.
Just know there has to be hope. In the light there is darkness.
Whoever said life would be easy? it might not make sense but here's where I come from.
I had it all, chased the high, f***ed it all up. Now I'm filled with emptiness 

That's not what its all about. Keep trying to be the better you.
Its true. We've all got one. Its your choice. So choose what makes you happy.
In the light there is darkness. I've seen it happen its true.
You better appreciate what you have, for it won't always be there. Life's just crappy.

Just hold on to hope. Every man for himself. I'll see to me. No one's got your back.
Don't rely on words. The tongue causes happiness and sorrow. Don't let someone else's hold you back!

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Through It All

It’s never been an easy thing,
To keep your head above the surface.
When hurts all you’re receiving,
And you couldn’t find a safe place.

But I know you never gave in,
Even through the roughest of it all.
And I don’t know if you expected to be forgiven,
For making us stand so tall.

But I hope you’re sure,
With no shadow of a doubt.
I’ve loved you all the further,
For everything we went without.

And all I know to say, is let it be the way it wants to be.
And dad, I hope you know, you mean everything to me.

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To Walk in the Midnight Moon

To walk in the midnight moon, so clearly
It is the morning sweet pea light that’s drear
Behold the dawn shall arrive too early
For I just want to walk through worlds right here

The dewy grasses cling to my bare feet
To welcome me into the moonlight pure
Oh beauty of the sky I hope we meet
Your midnight silvery moonbeams are my cure

My lady, I must thank you for my peace
I stand within you glorious soft hands
Can I hope to wish this moment won’t cease
I can keep some peace for me in these lands

But I am awake now sweet lady
 As you go to sleep my world turns shady

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I Shall Return

My only thought as I stand here and ponder
is to what, my love, the thoughts that shall wonder
throughout your mind in my coming absence, 
for I wish to be with you at any expense.

But Death has got me
in his tight grasp, so there cannot be,
any escape, anyway to eschew from my fate,
now that I am looking at Hell's gate.

Please do not shed tears with my leave,
for it is only the world that shall misperceive
that I am gone, but every moment I will be there,
watching over, protecting you, so don't despair.

And in this state that I am forced to be,
I shall concoct a plan to flee.

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''When melancholic mood consumes the joy--'' revised

When melancholic mood consumes the joy
of living, we shrink from the world of men
and then hide like some frightened, craven boy.
We recall a time when this has not been!
O Melancholy! how you love us so!
Why are we the gloomy apples of your eye!?
Too oft', where ever you lead there we go
(to the cold grave)--because of you we die!
But, like Lazarus, we rise in the morn
hopeful with renewed life and strength to cope.
Like the Resurrection, we are reborn:
O Gloom! Where are you now that we have hope!?
      O Melancholy! Take heed and beware, 
      for the worm of time in your grave dies there. 

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December of that Year - Act 1

I travelled to New York in December of that year
Flying over the Atlantic as the world began to fear
Panic was in abundance as religions declared their all
About the Mayans and 2012 for their writings depict our fall

I flew into JFK, just a Highlander holidaying loon
Booking into my hotel, unknowing of tomorrows strewn
I settled into the night, turning on the news
The channels were reporting the possible, leaving me confused

I awaken very early, it's now December the 21st
The sky appears to be yellow, like the sun has finally burst
I'm seventy stories up, and the hotels in violent shake
I hear loud drones above so it cannot be a quake

Dark shadows pass my window, although it's early morn
I start to think back to the news last night, is this earths forewarn

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The Uplifting Sonnet - The Shakespearean Sonnet Hath Arriveth

Go look up the original sonnet called An Uplifting Sonnet. This one's called The Uplifting Sonnet because of the fact that it's actually much more Shakespearean and it flows better strangely. Rock on and pen on, all! I hope this verse is thrilling. P-soup me if you appreciated this fancy sonnet or just comment or whatever floats your demented boat! 

~Written by Davey_Wavey_Rox37 =) It's not my real pen name, but whateverz

Mineth ear hath heard thee charming music, Thy splend'r sounds formeth steady accord; Tunes blend compliantly—therapeutic! And this tune—it stabs me with a sharp sword F'r through singer, thou wilt findeth talent To findeth thy fantasy 'ere it dries Squeal with joy—just liketh new born infant! That hath his gift of uplifting thine eyes Heareth what sounds turns crowd's woe to cheereth Mine ears hast heard thy voice—is it songbirds? Are thou awaken'd by sounds of feareth? The desires I hath reap'd entic'd herds! Ears grasp its wanteth to releaseth grace, Draws attention to what they hear—embrace!

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What Will Be WiIl Be

Let's sit and dream. What a beautiful scene.
          Quitely serene.

The pond and stream catching glistening sun beams.
           Glitttering calm.

Log cabin resides by the cool water side.
            Protective security.

Swans and ducks glide on their watery slide.

Bright colored leaves falling from the trees.

Inside warm and glee  whilest two sipping hot tea.
     Love is the key that unlocks all you see.

Are you dreaming of me?
What will be will be.....

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Above Desire

Though days are long and nights longer by far,
and seconds pass while hours slip slowly by;
I glimpse the long gone past through door ajar
to those golden moments my spirit flies.

Hand in hand loosely locked we two glide
o'er pebbled paths and rutted rambling roads;
no draconic vision belays our stride
for in our hearts there sings a ribald ode.

Of Artur and his lovely Guinevere,
ensconced in castle, turret's flags unfurled;
who boldly bask inside the glow and glare,
all round this cameo the conscience curls.

Oh, let all mankind gallantly aspire,
to these lofty heights above man's desire.

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The Desperate Ones

We are the lyrical lunatics who
attempt to receive our well-deserved props.
We seek any available venue --
museums, bookstores, churches, coffee shops,
libraries or parks -- it doesn’t matter:
Wherever there’s an audience, we’ll go.
We’re mad as the proverbial hatter.
Although we may try not to let it show,
the very act of showing up unpaid
to bear our innermost souls to strangers
in the hope of achieving accolade
casts us as crazy, cadet space-rangers.
We hope to dazzle, arouse and give pause,
but we’re content with a smattered applause.

                                    --  James Ph. Kotsybar

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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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What do you do if you can't find a job
and all your monthly bills keep piling up?
Collectors are as vicious as the mob,
You wonder when all these problems will stop.

You changed your lifestyle hoping for the best
and started your life over with clean slate,
Then you are faced daily with many test
some of them you wish would disintegrate.

When what you need is not just a handout,
('Cause people do get tired of a leech,)
but a blessing to turn your life about
and you will see nothing's beyond your reach.

It's time for you to use the things you've got
and trust the Lord to help you find your lot.

Copyright © 2007 Jacquelyn Sturge

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Fluttering Heart

I'm a Hummingbird whose fast wings flutter
As does heart, whirring sound draws attention
Darting gather food faster than shutter
Have to feed my young my comprehension

So fast they have grown my hopeful heart filled
Now they're on their own all my dreams finished
Fluttering heart can slow now dreams rebuild
A weak heart dreams again undiminished

Life's door opens as the nest was open
I had to close the gap, guard, protect young
Now responsibility falls sharpened
By previous ancestors' stories sung

To a new generation of hopeful hearts
How fast they will grow soon fulfilling parts

Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: 3 forms, 3 themes
Theme: Hopeful Heart
Form: Sonnet
Date written:May 31, 2012

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Uplifting power of strength

When the storm hit my nest
I thought of finding my safety as being a must
I searched everywhere I could
Even among the hideouts made of wood

I realised not that the storm was sent on purpose
If negativity does not kill you, what do you get to lose
You gain, rather, on strength
On being able to face the other side of the fence

Whatever does not kill me, makes me stronger
Whatever does not kill me, fills me with deep ardor
Whether it be pain or loss
I shall remain, as the moss

Impassive and faithful to the skies
For their mystery is not made on lies!


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(this is across poetry,ive leart recently)

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There is a piece of you,
And there’s a piece of me,
One over there you see,
And one over here to,
As the sky is blue,
As a bumbling bee,
It is a He and She.
I do, I do, I do.
In them,
In those,
It’s Him,
He knows.
The embodiment of love,
Embodied from up above!
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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I stand before you, judged, a sinner be
relinquishing all rights, I might have had,
but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me
then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad.

I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea,
for all I've been in life, as having fun,
and all the hurt--that's been--because of me
I pray put in the past, as if there's none.

I ask your guidance, on my bended knee
protect my days ahead, if there are some
and never let mine eyes again to see
the lust of life from where all sin has come.

   And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be
   your servant who's been saved--forever free!
© ron wilson

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December of that Year - Act 2

Slowly I walk to the window as I am attracted by the light
What could cause such brightness before my day becomes bright
I step out on the balcony, my eyes lured towards the sky
Spaceships of various sizes, is this our world in nigh

In the sky above Central Park, appears the daddy of them all
Whilst all around are smaller ones in deliberate hover fall
Just off to my right I hear explosions and screaming cries
Then suddenly down below, one hovers and catches my eye

Inscriptions on it's side, remind me of 2nd century glyphs
Can it be that they have been here before, and banish alien myth
The writings that I see are similar to the Mayan race
From the site at Naranjo, yes, Guatemala being the place

My mind in wheels of confusion as to why today has arrived
Leads me to think that this happening is genius in contrive

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Hope Outlives, but Love Forgives

When I was dewy-eyed I dreamt of love,
of a kind of love fit for a virgin
for whom romance betrays no vice or sin
for God or man to shame or disapprove.  
But I, unblessed and cursed as from up above 
by Providence, quit as Misfortunes won; 
Having lost all hope for love's boon, I spun 
myself away on the wings of Sorrow's dove 
into the rough lap of a subtle whore,
a trollop to whom I gave my chastity 
who then confessed to me there were three-score
more she's had,--I cried, "What cruel irony!"
      But so long as there's breath and hope outlives,
      love will come and when it comes: it forgives.

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Sonnet IX

To hope in dreaming of a love enduring;
Is a hope befitting even the least courageous heart.
To smile in dreaming of a love that’s stirring;
Is a smile softly singing what the voice can’t start.
To see in dreaming a love that is breathing;
Is to see in living that truth and beauty never part.
To know in dreaming that love is beginning;
Is to know fortune wakes and plots on heaven’s star filled chart.
To hear in dreaming that love’s drum is sounding;
Is to hear warning of the battle the heart wants waged.
To free in dreaming a love that’s returning;
Is to free the universe from what fear has kept caged.
From love’s dream does come fortunes for few.
Yet without there’s no light when stars sleep and Sun’s due.

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''In the valley of souls flows a river--'' revised

In the valley of souls flows a river
of sorrows—a river of great despair.
It's a spiritual death that we all share,—
which napalms our lives and eats our liver.
Beware! Its undercurrent of wet doom
drowns us with heartless glee—it does not care,
and burdens us with more than we can bear.
We're like occupants in a cold, stone tomb
for whom can be heard and felt the death knell 
where heaven's desolate and God is dead,
as if we are a breath away from hell.
Here, where cautious souls dare not walk or tread,
we are like phantoms—like ghosts in a shell.
Yet, we fear not hell: but Despair we dread!

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the Astronaut

As certain as I see the world below
some things I'd overlooked, within my haste
come to my mind, and in it now, I know
we can't allow what time remains to waste.

 What God's become, because we've let it be,
would change if only you'd see what I do,
spread out below, right here in front of me
a fragile sight--most delicate a view.

To see the whole thing, as it is complete,
the total world, big pictures only show,
is recognizing what's beneath our feet
was made by One who knows more than we know.  

 My question's not to ponder as to how
   God made the world--but how to save it now.

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Free Spirit

 There are things I’ll never be
  Things that I’ll never know
    Places that I’ll never see
    Seeds that I’ll never sow

      But I reckon that’s ok
     I reckon it’s just as well
      For I now live in today
     Breaking addictions spell

     I’m happy with who I am
       I’m happy with my life
      For the Lord I’m a lamb
       A husband to my wife

What has truly set my spirit free?
I accepted Jesus Christ unto me

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The grace of all He is be with us all,
as surely as the end, the promised love,
comes quickly as a thief, to bring the fall
of what the world's become, and dying of.

Behold how quickly comes, from Alpha's flame;
as naught can end unless it has begun;
the light of one who's called a holy name,
'twill light Jerusalem without the sun.

These words were said--to write--Omega's near.
And all who can will find the narrow way,
as prophesied for all the world to hear,
and then the bride says, come, this is your day.

Those hearing then, will come, from near and far,
to David's own, the bright and morning star.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

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Many things in life are left undone
for fear of asking or lacking a veritable fact,
in doing so our wish gathers dust,
and we still remain that child pulling the toy wagon....
but wait, I heard of Jeannie's bottle so tall and sleek,
which grants wishes to all seeking her vision!
Would we sit back and ponder defeat,
not try harder to glimpse into dreams after when we're awaken? 
I may waffle and laugh as a satirical jester,
but my frisky intentions cannot be hindered by a mere obstacle,
and as a pugnacious and fierce warrior... 
this battle I must win and seize Jeannie's bottle!

I will make many wishes and as I see them materialize,
I willl keep rubbing it until I lose the desire to fantasize!

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In meeting all demands fate throws my way,
I sometimes wonder just what's coming next.
So many complications come each day,
that make my life a little more complexed.

I know God gives me strength to carry on,
whenever I but ask, He's always there.
Just when I think all hope is surely gone,
somehow I always find more hope somewhere

that sees me through the very darkest night,
and opens up my eyes so I might see,
and all I need to make my wrong go right,
is just accepting what He's given me.

        He always gives my life a little more
           of all the things I'm never praying for.
                      © ron wilson

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In the middle of a meal
As tempting as Nebuchadnezzar’s table
She feasted fiercely
Without noticing the protruding bone,
in the fish she churns

Alas a cry
For help,
Creating a sore in the throat
Neither water nor food
Shall find its way down

For her system disrupted
Like our system of governance

She must be treated
For their to be an improvement

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Tortured mind that begets vague foreboding,
nebulous thoughts that twist into despair,
reason into mania eroding,
as grimaced lips mumble a nameless prayer.

Guilt as guillotine slices all reason
as blame pierces the faith that once was true,
voice of accusation cries out “Treason!”
for telling taboo secrets about you.

Dark winds howl as winter’s night surrenders
to vanquished faith obscured in pallid light.
Decanted soul, despondency renders
to shadows writhing past all hope in sight.

Yet morning sun in mercy and good cheer,
emits dawn’s light to chase away all fear.

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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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'Quit! Give Up! You Are Beaten'
They Shout At Me And Plead
'There's Just Too Much Against You Now'
This Time You Cant Succeed'

And As I Start To Hang My Head
In Front Of Failure's Face
My Downward Fall Is Broken By
The Memory Of That Skating Race! 

And Hope Refills My Weekend Will, 
As I Recall That Scene, 
For Just The Thought Of That Short Race, 
Re-Energied My Being

They All Line Up So Full Of Hope, 
Each Thought To Win That Race, 
Or Tie For First, Or If Not That
Atleast Take Second Place

And Fathers Watched From Off Side
Each Cheering For His Son, 
And Each Boy Helped To Show His Dad, 
That He Would Be The One

The Whistle Blew And Off They Went, 
Young Hearts And Hope Afire.
To Win And Be The Hero There, 
Was Each Boy's Desire.

And One Boy In Particular, 
Whose Dad Was In Crowd, 
Was Running Near The Lead And Thought 
'My Dad Will Be So Proud! '

But As He Speeded Down The Field, 
Across A Shallow Dip, 
The Little Boy Who Thought To Win, 
Lost His Step And Slipped.

So Down He Fell And With Him His Hope, 
He Couldn't Win It Now, 
Embrassed, Sad, He Only Wished, 
To Disappear Some How. 

But As He Fell His Dad Stood Up, 
And Showed His Anxious Face, 
Which To The Boy So Clearly Said, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

He Quickly Rose No Damage Done, 
Behind A Bit, That's All-
And Ran With All His Mind And Might, 
To Make Up For His Fall.

So Anxious To Restore Himself, 
To Catch Up And To Win, 
His Mind Went Faster Than His Legs, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

He Wished Then He Had Quit Before, 
With Only One Disgrace.
I'm Hopeless As A Runner Now, 
I Shouldn't Try To Race.

But In The Laughing Crowd He Searched, 
And Found His Father's Face, 
That Steady Look, He Said Again, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

Exerting Everything He Had, 
He Gained Yards Eight To Ten, 
But Trying So Hard To Catch The Lead, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

'Get Up.', An Echo Sounded Low.
'Get Up And Take Your Place'
You Were Not Meant For Failure Here.
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

They Cheered The Winning Runner, 
As He Crossed Line First Place, 
Head High And Proud And Happy
No Falling No Disgrace.

But When The Fallen Youngster, 
Crossed The Line Last Place, 
The Crowd Gave Him The Greater Cheer
For Finishing The Race.

And To His Dad He Sadly Say, 
'I Did Not Do Too Well'
'To Me You Won', His Father Said
'You Rose Each Time You Fell'.

For All Of Life Is Like That Race, 
With Ups And Downs And All, 
And All Of You Have To Do To Win, 
Is Rise Each Time, You Fall. 

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“Foregone the home delight of constant truth”…
Today, like animals endangered of extinction,
Few words still rested from William Wordsworth;
If dwelling or housing, indeed, who makes distinction 
Between the constant truth and relative morals`omission? 
Maybe,poetically living near the Being,-says Heidegger 
We should make our heart a house for  the rebel youth; 
A light soil used as filter for sins,we become kind of kieselguhr: 
But love within us flows towards the great Precentor
He uses three signs, whose perfume is always true;
Feelings warm the slices of toasted bread  in a three-decker:
Some burning dreams can change us in dry biscuits,too;
Some thoughts go nowhere,but real love may turn us to
Charitas in Veritas:that`s the hope`s song of our quiet crew.

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In the midst of males
The grey haired meant to move
In accordance with the rule
Legislated by nature

With kola nut blessing it starts
Through pouring of librations
To call the watching sleepers 
It just invites

And unites
The hustlers and the sleepers
For we all have shares
In the unity of the parties

May the light burn still
And the keeper, keep it still

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having heart

the sun sets and day turns into night
no one is around and you are alone
this is when bad things come into sight
and something new comes out to take the thrown

evil is hiding behind every door
it is up to you, which door will you choose?
you will scream that you don't want anymore
it seems too late, like your pick made you lose

but the door opens behind you and then
all your screaming will be subdued for good
you finally realize that you will win
and that you reacted just as you should 

listen, follow your heart without a doubt
and it will take you down the perfect route

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World Peace

Let the Sun rise itself in the East.
And set itself down in the West.
Let your patience begin the test.
Of this arising wondrous beast!

Come, let us feast!
Tribulation is at its best.
And there’s no time to rest,
Come, let us be least!

Open your eyes and look to see.
Open your heart and feel it beat.
Of what is becoming of you and me!
We are sitting on the designer’s seat.

Up under your two feet time shall cease.
On a footstool surrounded by world peace!

® Registered: 2006   Ann Rich

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And Through It All

I sit alone surrounded by the dark
As all of these thoughts rush right through my brain
All that's heard are my screams, yells, and my barks
And once the clouds turn gray it starts to rain
Fighting and screaming just looking to cry
As they sit there laughing at my expense
And all I see is hatrid in their eyes
Their reactions ar merely just suspense
Anxiety had now controlled my life
The pain and fears would strike at any time
As if only being stabbed with a knife
All this worry should really be a crime
This all could have been seen as a plea
But through it all I've found the real me.

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My Spiritual Will

My worldly possessions, I leave to whoever is alive.
My words, I leave to who shall ever care to read.
My prayers of hope, I give for all that do survive.
My thoughts, I have shared orally to fix a need.

I shall leave this world with no blood heirs.
However, I have loved many children with heart.
I leave no challenges undone, with only a few tears.
I leave this world, without regrets from the start.

I leave my soul to those who are in need.
My remains, I renounce to natures desire.
Thoughts, I have inspired to spread as seed.
Love of the simplistic ideals to fly higher.

A belief, humanity will continue to great heights.
A prayer, there will be no more un-humane plights.

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Winged wheels ring out rugged melodies along winding ways Ripened rays on a new togetherness rise and fall, fall and rise – bright and clear. Clear as miraged ecstasy, drifting unbound over air – seem so far, yet so near, Ye winds of Thul, O blow far away, all the past in invisible haze. A thousand secrets from the spins of Time, the winds from Thul have erased And like the first look at a golden honeybee, with eagerness they stare. In the hum of scorching desert blasts, heed a little to what message they bear And in the chime of little camel bells, listen little ear to what they say: They bring songs from home, beyond the hills, melody of a baby’s cries, Fathers and children prancing merrily beneath the stars, round the fire ringing. Sounds dispelling loneliness chain angels’ harps from crystal skies, And past a hundred camel carts, I hear, a pair of anklets ringing. Whispering wheels and happy heart take me far from uncared sighs, Towards my home, O blessed Thul, my reluctant thoughts smile lingering.

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Sonnet 6

Now ... tell me the truth at 80 spaces .
Oh yes monthly at no extracted cost ,
trumpet swans announcing "All-New" "Chases"
... Gameshow w-/ only purpose " Just stay lost".
scratch that ... start at the count ... three Faces.
flicker on screen , once more , spider webbed frost.
Pulse of cheekbone ; paper Artic traces ...
Hailing to the Fanatic's RoseArm crossed.

	... Why just imagine , All times // All places ...
Daydream reality clearly embossed 
by Our pristine chords reading "All's Debased" ...
Job to do ... hands join ... Avert as off tossed 
I may stain ... lip gloss ... gulp of life wasted.

All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .

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Never Enough

I’ve lived my life, not for me
I’ve lived my life for my family
Putting their needs always first
I am last, in this faithless curse

I’m a giver and never take
Yet I’m the one who’s so disgraced
My heart is pure and full of love
All I ask is help from above

The Lord had a special plan
The minute my life began
Why hasn’t it been employed?
For I feel my life is destroyed

I pray and pray that He will heal
All my wounds and all my ideals
I’m losing faith as time goes by
I’m losing hope and starting to die

I pray that Jesus will hear my pleas
I pray He’ll show them what he sees
Everything I do, is never enough
Everything I do, is never that tough

Open his eyes and let him see
That the woman in dire, is vainly me
Show him the sacrifices I have made
Show him how much I have prayed

Everything I do is never my best
Everything I do is a constant protest
Please help me Lord to remain strong
Please help him Lord, show him he’s wrong

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Sonnet 3

Love falls from the blue sky like drops of rain,

Building up and forming pools of delight;

Sliding down faces, washing away pain,

What else could make so many eyes shine bright?

Your Love fills the gaps of my heart and soul,

Adding to my own joy in many ways.

Like water filling up all of my holes.

With you here, can I ever meet sad days?

Difficult and harsh times will always come,

But where there is love, there is always hope.

You’ve made life worth it, no matter what sum.

As one, we can do anything and cope.

We’ll stick together, let this whole world see,

How beautiful real love can truly be.

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Kim's Sonnet

Life's cruel waves have battered much
Upon the heart of this poor wretch
Unsure of life and love and such
I wandered long a soul to fetch
Then it happened in a summer's day
I found new life in your small glance
A fleeting smile, so short to stay
Had stoked the fires of new romance
A burning blaze that no words convey
A whirlwind dance preceded then
To sweep us up and intertwine
Two hearts as one to beat and spin
Til my feet grow weary and eyes decline
Yet tonight I rest in heaven's view
Because tonight i rest with you

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Lord hangs onto me some serious mercy now, 
I am aimed and directed aligned and straight. 
Be it so or be it may I am that God given trait. 
You will never once have to reveal for me how. 
I tell the truth all I have to say about it is Wow! 
If this isn’t just downright genius then it’s great. 
I can only imagine what all this will soon create. 
I must say for all this I shall indeed bend to bow. 
A-men to every single one of you! 
And praise your one supreme Lord! 
You know, I knew I always knew! 
My God, I am your flaming sword! 
You know Lord; you can do whatever you want with that locust, 
But I’m going to polish up on this sword keeping myself focused! 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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My gray hours

My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss, 
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.

Wrong thoughts, so cruel wait the fear to tape
The terrors of love to give them a new shape.
And my loneliness is a shadowy yard
When to sink my reality it's so hard.

In murky ponds of suffocating tadpole
I jag my edges tearing my sad soul, 
Which once is tied with bleeding strips to yours
Will twist my fate with the flick of my gray hours.

I wait my hope which will never come to be.
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
I'm clinging to the past where I want to hide
That part of me that is still alive inside.

While I wait the ocean waves to wash my soul
Big storms can rise up from the horns of your hole.
Much more confused on how to think or feel, 
I talk, I dream and I am your balance wheel.

I can live with death while love is a wasteland
When the end comes around against my soul's gland
As showy as the white chalk on a blackboard
And I could lose my way but I pray to Lord.

I wonder if I will feel your love again
Even I accept my resignation's chain
Like an inner sorrow coming on my lip, 
Like a song of my flute for my ocean's sleep, 

Like a fire fathom scratching my blue rain, 
Like a wish to taste you when I strive in vain, 
Like a deep taste you place on my rudest wish, 
Or like the wish you place on my thinking swish.

Floating are your words rain for my misty cloud, 
You can still hang out with my feelings crowd.
When I'm dressed in white masking a selfless gray, 
I have my honest smile and nothing to say.

Crops from your soul break the reason of my thought
And break my soul because I love you a lot.
Your body's heat cannot hit my soul's weeps
'Cause my pure thoughts are crowned with white wisps.

You defy my body's weep because it's chaste
And I don't understand what you need to taste.
I'm tired of you, I live with divine things.
I may see your sorrow is rose with black wings.

With your betrayal my love is wont to flow
And I know that your feelings will never glow. 

© copyright Fri Mar 04 07: 11: 10 UTC 2011 - All Rights Reserved 

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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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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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Longing Divulged

Swept in a wind,
Brilliant blaze,
Quick to ascend,
Vanished malaise.

Fling deceived,
Twelve elder souls,
Every thought perceived,
A longing divulged.

No words or reserve,
Heart on review,
Raw emotions surge,
Breathe and exhale You.

Answers undiminished
Times still unfinished.

*September 3, 2014

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I love me Black woman

I love me black woman 
whom God created from the sand
the black woman that I adore 
she has my eyes allure 
she's my first virgin born and pure
I bade in her wisdom, power, acceptance and I am sure
She's definitely the one 
that has given me a special son.
I love me black woman with vision
she's ahead with an incredible mission.
i love me black woman with passion 
the quality of her blossom that I cannot ignore
in my mind she has never been bored.
I love me black woman from the very top of her head toward her bottom feet.
I love me black woman all the time 
wouldn't dare trade her for a dime. 
I would have write the more ,but there wouldn't be space 
to describe how much a black woman worth.
She's the mother of all earth 
given a gift with an unbelievable birth.
Who wouldn't love a black woman 
in such case is ignant.
to abuse a black woman, I dare not 
She's my black woman beautiful within and out
she's all that I 'm bout
a black woman a red rose to be 
I can't help myself but see
that a black woman is all that
Precious, fragile and magnificently phat
I love me black woman. 

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This letter, with the writing on the page

Fill me with emotions that run so deep

Yet it releases your emotions from an iron cage

While mine continue to seep and seep

What shall I do with his new thought?

Do you really care for me as I care for you?

This letter just makes me feel so caught

Could this all really be true?

Dad, I love you. We both know this

This letter proves you love me too

Dad we both know it is you I miss

You miss me; this letter is the final clue.

Together we've been on an up and down ride

Yet we shall always stay together, side by side.

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Rolling Rolling Rolling

It's November blowing headlong into Christmas 
Semi trailers piled with tight wrapped trees 
Southbound juggernauts of season 
As the reason for it brings us to our knees 

Beneath the rushing need of decoration 
And perfect presents waiting to be wrapped 
Everywhere a plea for peace and reason 
Memories of magi starry rapt 

The innocence of one more perfect baby 
The gatherings of hope that this might be 
A celebration of a birth and maybe 
An end to all the bickered greed of we 

As joyful carols ring throughout a mass 
But it's just another day of hope to pass

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Our Promise

Dear Judy Konos,
          OUR PROMISE    
Don't think We're down--You're country, tis of thee
For which our Flags been woven and unfurled,
this very thread, it binds us constantly,
becoming still the envy of the world.

In fifty states we grew to all we are,
and though some think God's guidance is not there,
this truth comes shining through in every Star;
Our Liberty of life shows ever'rywhere.

To tell the world, Come you, and learn our way,
there is no secret to how we have grown,
and in God's light, God's light is where we stay,
to guide you to what we have only known.

between each line, God's word is meant to share,
and "We the People..." is what keeps it there.
    by veebdosa 04/16/2011 (Dedicated to my friend Judy Konos in New Orleans)

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Sonnet III

I will unfold for light's embrace one final time,
Allowing you to unlock this tender core;
Let not blind eyes fall upon this mighty rhyme;
The miserable sea reminisces upon days of yore;
Thou art dear, kisses in the brilliant sunlight;
Let not fancy again raise its dagger to me;
Sensual, erotic as passion's sweat in the deep night;
Only the most intense love inspires freedom;
Will I view myself, and curse destiny-
Leaving me with a grieved heart?
If thou art not solemn, let me despise entry;
If emotion be false, rid thee disguise ~ I will depart;
     Whisper summer's seductive secrets,
     For thee imperfections are perfect.

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Tomorrow’s fresh hope with the sun
Says life will be better than yesterday
And the race can still be won:
The piper will still await his pay.

Yet tomorrow my days will be shorter
And my time halved without cause:
So my pace must be quicker  -
I must be twice the man I was.

In the race between time and agility
Every dawn lets me start again to run
With renewed hope  - but less ability  -
In a race that can never be won.

My run in the quicksands of time,  I doubt.
Of time, I can only run out.

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What mystery of life runs through  the mind,
exchanged, such glances, never meant to share,
to raise our heartbeats, if one's there to find,
and if we have the will to take the dare.

To rock the Casbah, is this sin a crime?
Or just beginnings for the world in need
Of change to Westernize all life and time,
to bury burqas where there is no seed?

To see and fall in love through satin thin,
how many have there been to die alone,
and how much beauty seen becomes a sin,
to men who have a heart of solid stone?

Tunisian girl, the world is now ... for you,
So Rock the Casbah, like it's coming true!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa

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Sonnet IV

The gazing silence in my eyes serves purpose;
Comprehend the plot ~ read between the lines;
My exodus has reason ~ your equivocal course;
Aphrodite calls me...allow this to nobly die;
Each day with you is coveted by darkness;
As I rest near the black brook, no tears remain;
Another has moved me, so I must depart;
I fancy he is waiting at seduction's gate;
Uninhibited, I am free within his warm thighs;
Explorers beneath a crimson blanket ~ deep;
My wings spread as I feel his life inside;
I taste the sweetness of unbridled desire;
     For you are winter ~ my heart you slain;
     He is summer...sophistication I gain.

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The grace of all He is be with us all,
as surely as the end--the promised love
comes quickly as a thief--to bring the fall
of what the world's become--and singing of.

Behold how quickly comes--from Alphas flame
as naught can end unless it has begun
the light of one who's called a holy name
will light Jeruselum without the sun.

These words were said--to write--Omega's near.
And all who can will find the narrow way,
as prophesied for all the world to hear,
and then the bride says--come--this is the day.

Those hearing all will come--from near and far
to David's own--a bright and morning star.

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Remember the innocent days of youth 
Our smiles would brighten up the evening sky
When we believed in honesty and truth 
And swore we were never going to die 
Dancing happily across life's green fields 
Feeling the sun's kiss upon our faces 
When we didn't need protection or shields 
And laughed about lacking social graces 
When the world was ours to roam and explore 
The give and take now an integral part 
We had no clue of what would lay in store 
Yet everyday was a thrilling new start

To see the world again through a child's eyes 
Crystal clear without deception or guise 

Ah yes many wonderful childhood days 
All too soon they are lost forevermore 
Remembered only in a passing haze 
Washed away like sand on a distant shore 
What is left behind is reality 
As we seek and search for our place within 
But with such diminished vitality 
Uncomfortable now in our own skin 
For like the four seasons changing our view 
We don't recognize who we have become 
So we try to go on and muddle through 
And to our fears we try not to succumb 

Yearning for those blissful days so long gone
When each new morn held rainbows in its dawn 

Now life has settled into a routine 
As we strive hard to try and forge ahead 
Like a constantly rewinding still scene
On new ground now we barely ever tread 
These middle years like slow mental climbers
Preparing us for when we do grow old 
When we will be considered old-timers 
And won't have to fit a desired mold 
Through the aging returns freedom once more 
As responsibility slips away 
And we start to feel as we did before 
Before our happy childhoods went astray

Oh the changing cycle, from birth to death 
Filling each day with promise on its breath 

Rising expectantly to greet each morn 
Knowing that soon time will be ours no more 
Our thoughts between earth and heaven are torn 
As we battle through our internal war
For to leave all we have loved is so hard 
Yet we yearn to see the world up above
From our time on earth, our souls are quite scarred
Needing to be touched once more by great love
In silent dreams we see the promised land 
Peace now settling in our hearts and minds 
As time slips through life's hourglass like sand 
And our memory so slowly unwinds 

We ride the chariot to take us home 
In heaven our souls will now freely roam


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Abba the father my heart cries out to you.
I am corner stoned with all I will ever be.
I reach high and climb the skies just to see.
I am in a world so confused it is hard to do.
Abba the father my soul just passes through.
I come to you and I am down on bended knee.
I have a soul begging for justice to be set free.
I am in a world where corruptions make new.
I am searching the distance,
Documenting my presence,
Absorbing life’s existence,
Developing omnipresence!
As this world shatters and shakes,
The Earth begins to violently quake.

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Far from the west came a man,
And me in the Indian Sands',
Making a friendship tight - 
It was freddy who met me in the night.

The month of October, the weeks of November,
The bond flew more slender -
Thou left in the month of January;
Thy memories make me sorry!

Oh thy gossips cheered me all;
Like the beauty of an ever lasting waterfall,
Thy music rings in my ears
Resulting in hot brimming tears .
your memory is as fresh in my mind - 
Giving me hope to remember thine!!

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In meeting all demands fate throws my way
I sometimes wonder just what's coming next
so many complications come each day
that make my life a little more complexed.

I know God gives me strength to carry on
whenever I but ask, He's always there
just when I think all hope is surely gone
somehow I always find more hope somewhere

that sees me through the very darkest night
and opens up my eyes so I might see
that all I need to make my wrong go right
is just accepting what He's given me.

He always gives my life a little more
of all the things that I do not pray for.

Every blade of grass is a study; and to produce two, where there was but one, is both a profit and a pleasure.
Abraham Lincoln--September 30, 1859 Address before the Wisconsin State Agricultural Society

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Blood drips from a rose thorn in the spring rain, your words resonate, humming in my ears. Love, the cruel word, seeps from my lips in shame while the bite from your lips has brought me tears. A wicked game played, my heart, the dice rolled. I came out the loser, 'tis sad but true. A cowering heart shall one day be bold, for now, my colors are fading in blue. Shall time alone heal the aching within? You laughed when I shared my adoration. Days pass with head low, I walk in chagrin. Your banquet has led me to starvation. In time, I shall no longer taste your poison. True love shall free me from this web you have spun. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 14, 2012 *English Sonnet for Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteers Contest Honorable Mention

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Psalm of Exaltation

I will sing of mercy and judgment, unto thee,
O Lord, will I sing. A wanderer from the way
Of right, self exalted in a fool's glow of vanity
I scoffed at you my king, 'til death and decay
Drove me from the folly's fruit to open again
The door of my wounded heart. O sweet rain
Of light, O quivering dove of uncloven love
You exit your bright portals of heaven above
To dwell in my mortal muddle of mud. O let
My mute tongue milk the jubilation of praise
Let your power reclaiming ransomed breath
Lift up my fired pedestal extolling your ways.
O God, take all, and be my love's everything
Bearer of my cross, High Rock, and my King. 

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Irene was the American girl,
the only pretty one I should have based my romantic story on;
and that story is still unwritten...
not having been able to forget the rejection that turned into pain. 
Two bright and respectful kids we were,
growing up with Bob Dylan's intellectual poetry,
but mine was the waltz of a beautiful song...
with the words of the truest love I had ever written.
Brown and blue eyes would have made green eyes,
blonde and brown hair would have made auburn hair;
nothing but the handsomest boy or even the prettiest girl...
for us to love and proudly share for many happy years ahead. 

But who has been your darling since then?
Have you found tenderness in that man? 

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Please Give Me Some Time

I am bewildered as to how to carry on my write ups!
With my eyes all time into the bookish stuffs;
Teachers and proffessors praise me for my talents-
But still they scold me for studies making me silent.

I am bewildered as to how to think positive!
With all men in power stressingupon negatives;
They say us to be optimists-
But neither thet act nor allow us to be good artists.

I am bewildered as to how to invent new in life!
With mind in tension where I thrive;
They tell me you will do great-
But the same warns me perform or fret.

So much contradicts in this world of mine-
To write and find new please give me some time!!

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Tea Pot

I believe a tea pot circles the solar system.
And within that tea pot is my genie God.
The God that hears all our petty prayers.
The God the made the birds, bees and frogs.

My genie God spit into clay and made you
from the potter’s clay that made His tea pot.
He formed humankind, all the animals,
the plants, His light makes the sun hot.

I believe everyone should pray to my genie God.
He simply made us just like He made His pot.
He made you because He loves you and created
you. He listens to your every thought. 

And if you fail to believe in my genie God,
you will burn in Hell or live life as a frog.

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Prince Of Peace

The setting sun
With all its glow
Is not brighter than the Son
With all his flow
Hope of the hopeless reclaimed
Evil flee without delay
As the Son of Man proclaimed
Watch and pray

Angels bow in honor 
As the prince of peace in pains rode pass
Heaven applauds in favor
As it finished on the cross


In him we should have faith
With him we shall be saved 

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Hope for Love

If I am with you in the day to come,
I will live and love the life that has become,
And sing and dance under the light of the sun,
When our souls come together in the marriage of one.

If I am not with you in the day to come,
To put a ring on the hand that will become,
And kiss and tell how I am blessed,
Then hum to the wind the song in my nest.

Cause, when alone our soul’s blazes like a star,
And to the night appear as the most outstanding wonder.
But when together we can make a star like the sun,
And walk in its light to see nature’s perfect plan.
So hope for that love that makes life so fine,
For to hope is human and to love is divine.

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Welcome to Your Wife

If I were you for a day and you were me?
Could you love me more than I love you?
Would I love you more each day and be new?
Will the Sun shine bright in our eyes to see?
When will the Moon glow and lead our way to be?
When will the Stars shine bright by just us two?
Why does the dust give up its spurs on the dew?
Why are the doors locked with only one master key?
Welcome to my life,
Welcome to my home,
Welcome to your wife.
Welcome to this dome.
Welcome to the Sunrise this day in the light,
And welcome to the Sunset on this lovely night!
© Copyright: Ann Rich    2006

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The heat of battle's what manhood is for
when struggle for the right comes to a head
erupting to a world in need of war
and needing change to how we've made our bed!

We cannot sleep in this, it's much too soft,
mistakes brought on by politicians greed,
and so the winds of war come from aloft
aloosening the horsemen and their steed!

The preachers of dead faith wail at the wall
protesting ev'ry battle cry and truth,
though freezing in the night, they heed the call
of cardless, nameless cowards lost in youth.

      But when the battle comes they'll take their leave
       not caring who is left to ever grieve.

Too late, there's not a one to even pray,
there at the wall, submission is the rule,
they give too much, and play no keep-away,
not holding out, lest they are thought a fool.

while Netanyahu, leader of his quest,
the first so born in bounderies of their State
and made prime minister, whom God has blest,
and given all the keys to seal their fate.

But still the blind stand wailing to the wall,
and ready to lie down, pretending dead,
unwilling to be part of this, the call,
to arm, but give up everything, instead.

From Benjamin their fate is all too clear,
And losing is the only thing to fear.

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After Years

And once again we meet after
Those ill-fated crumpled years
Though thine waves remain same
In front of mine torned heart and weary eyes
I came here to learn life
How thou erase the carved feet in sand
With no much effort, I say, O Great!
Tell me how to erase memories off my mind
How it seems just a matter of minutes
As thee rise and fell…and again rise
Lend me thy strength to rise again
For my legs are broken and hope ripe
And how thee still not change that though
Light and dark fill thy life.

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My hand feels beats from where it rests,
Though my heart is miles from my chest;
For fleeting love goes long unseen
In endless moments of uncertainty.
Will this next blink be the last?
Love's eyes lost behind closed lash?
And if lids lift and love remains,
How long until the next refrain?

And yet, I know I must trust love
The same way that I trust the sun,
As I lie at each day's end,
To wake the world and rise again.
So I save my faith for you
To come to me with morning's dew.

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A Search for Hope

As our surroundings continue to evolve,
there’s some things we cannot solve.
When problems appear to continue to stay.
And they just won’t go away.

At times, we want to escape reality,
while rivers flow to the sea.
When we don’t seem to get whatever we want.
Things are too tough to confront.

Bad things have been happening both day and night,
as nothing seems to go right.
When resources appear as an empty cup,
just remember, don’t give up.

When the world has you at the end of your rope,
just remember there’s always hope.

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To Serve

To Serve
  Not to swerve
To strive
For the Most High
Not to Yield
My faith...Is my sheild
Your ways...My ways
For my Father
The Distance I will go
I will Follow
You are at my side when I feel
To succeed is not of my doing
It is full faith in the Father
That Guides Me
Through My Life
Father you have released me from
My strife
You have released me from my strife

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. LeBuhn

Peter LeBuhn  

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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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Alone Against the Cold

Your warming vigor faded long ago,
as did the thread you sewed into my chest.
I lost your pulse within the ruthless snow,
but still I search without a wink of rest.

I pray your heart holds out beneath the frost,
for life is grueling when one lives alone.
To be forgotten is a hefty cost,
so help me mend the strand that you had sewn.

Please think of me wherever you may be,
so that our woven hearts may resonate,
rekindling your astray tenacity
and cleaving you from this abysmal fate.

Remember me; I'll free you from the cold,
and melt the shackles of its numbing hold!

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True Paradise

I would wish for a cure for every disease forever more
No more sickness then we could achieve ultimate score.
The entire world would be happier completely to the core.
No more deaths would be closer to heavens amore.

Next, I would wish, no need for money, no one poor.
One less thing to fight over, everything free for sure,
There would be no more drama from behind the door.
No one person or family would have an excuse of demur.

Third wish would be that no one desires power or gore.
That everyone has the same realistic dreams with no lore.
This wish should abolish all wars, allowing all to adore.
Along with allowing greater love that is precious and pure.

All three should end hunger; avarice shall not endure.
Heaven on earth shall exist; a true paradise is secure

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Thanks PoetrySoup Family (Kyrielle Sonnet)

Thanks my PoetrySoup family
You have shown great humility
By lifting up Epulaeryu
May God always bless each of you

Your endeavors are very strong
Sticking with you I was not wrong
Your bond of friendship is so true
May God always bless each of you

You’ve demonstrated fortitude
Like Christ feeding the multitude
With your kindness I feel brand new
May God always bless each of you

Thanks my PoetrySoup family
May God always bless each of you!

© Joseph 11/6/07
© All Rights Reserved

Dedicated to the Knights in shining armor and ladies standing up for the 
Epulaeryu poetic form, may God bless each of you always.  All of you are 
ambassadors of poetic goodwill.  Continue to lead on with your angelic host and 
my God expand your blessings.  Thank you for not asking can God, and for 
affirming God can.  Thank you always for standing up and winning the victory! 

The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three 
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase 
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza.  Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet 
has eight syllables.  There are times when a French poem links back to the 
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of 
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the 

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Parallel Universe

It’s a great day,
Just you and me,
The Sun I can see,
But you’re in the way!
I have lots to say,
Places I need to be,
Like the roaring sea,
But it’s turned to clay!
We walk and we sing.
With jumps and skips,
With the joy we bring,
But we are two ships.
It’s all transverse,
In a parallel universe!

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Greater Man

They say you're nobody
They talk lies behind your back
They speak of an insignificant soul
A heart worth no attention
I say -
It's the prominence of my walk
The strength of my stance
The graize of my speech to the intelligence beyond glance
I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

A lot try to say you're ugly
Change your appearence - your style
Try to make you conform
Be coll, Be "in," whatever that may mean
I say -
It's the brown of my skin
The scar on my hand
The rareness of my style to the bareness of my ends
I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

They despise your real talk
Call you weak - Call you a punk
They turn the world against you
Your friends - Your loved ones
I say -
It's the abundance of my knowledge
The credit of my character
The uniqeness of my name
An undisputed fame - I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man - that's me

So when they give you lip
And they torture your stature
When they come across your self-esteem
And say you're not anything
I say -
It's the flare of my actions
The perseverance of my smile
The integrity of my measure
The courage of my style - I'm a man that's greater
A Greater Man
That's me

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The Price of Redemption

This is the Easter celebration season, in memory of the risen Christ; that is the reason.
In the garden Jesus could have called a legion of angels, been rescued and salvation naught.
But he loved man-kind so….He endured whatever it brought.

Buffeted about, he was pierced in his side.
The week before hailed, on a foal He did ride.
Coats and palms were laid at his feet.
“HOSANNAH in the Highest” echoed through the streets.

Tried, Pilate could find no fault in Him.
The Jewish religious leaders decided on death; no matter how grim.
Beaten and scourged, a crown of thorns crushed on his head; misunderstood by the thousands he fed.

The lesser of two choices was He.
Smacked, spat upon, beaten, scourged and scorned; then nailed to a tree.

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I Leap

My sins carry a weight of such sorrow within my soul
My father in heaven, I pray to you for forgiveness true.
Your promised rapture left me here, under heavy toll.
My soul has always been yours with such payment due.

My life was not always dedicated completely to you, Lord.
You provided me with spiritual faith, within my heart.
You gave me so much, blessed me in peaceful accord.
Giving me strength in many things, right from the start,

I am below your exaltedness; I shall carry on until the end
Deeply in my heart and soul, I gather my faith strong.
To place your willingness of my fate, for you to tend,
For I have failed you for sure, my Lord is never wrong.

I know I have been a sinner, from when I was a beginner.
My will is weak but deep, my Lord, for your love I leap.

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Help Yourself First

Why do you weep there, lonely soul?
Do you feel that you’ve lost control?
Have you not a friend to assist
To guide you through your autumn mist?

Do you not wish to turn around?
Can you not find solid ground?
Can you see a friend to guide?
Or, are you destined to just hide?

Can you see the future, so near?
Have you given up and into fear?
Lest you be prisoner to thine soul
Can you not resume control?

For you must decide to make your change
Unto your life, you must now rearrange

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Auf Weidersehen

Auf weidersehen

The autumn frosts strike suddenly
 and blight the last remaining few.
Sweet peas which have so cheerfully
 improved my outlook and my view.
I’m very sad to see them go.
It seems unfair that they must die 
although deep inside I know
 they must: I know the reason why.
They have put on their bravest show
 and stored their images inside
 their seeds. Which will next season grow 
and spread their offspring far and wide.
Although I’m sad I can still smile
 I’ll only miss them for a while.


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Heavenly Postioned Place

I am left with nothing to lose or to gain.
I walked in deserts and I found my Star.
It was brilliance, shined by few, and far.
I held my head high until yes I am sane.
It was trickery so I sought some rain.
She glowed tremendous thus bizarre.
By fate, my Star had no Earthly scar.
It was at high peak and by far plain.
It took me forever plus another day.
Vividly I made it through the night.
The Sun also the Moon led my way.
Even they were illuminating bright.
She stared me squaring straight eye to eye and upon my Earthly face.
She partook for me to take my stand in my heavenly positioned place!

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My Healing Hammock

Lying on my bed of strings made with love
my Casanova with sheer wings so pure
season my skin with your ichorous glove
faith divinely soars to vow all a cure

Ah, two souls will sing melodiously
spiritually fused together at last
intricate healing needed you'll see
hence conflict of interest shall surpass

Zealously I love your soul forevermore
for being the warrior you truly are
for opening my hearts shoaled corridor
while all along erasing my souls last scar

I remain in this hammock made of love
healed I am by our faith in the spirit above.

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Global Trot

I’m out of my mind but I am just perfect and just fine.
I went around the world and what a blast it was for me.
I’m sent with a message from a golden gate master key.
I shook I rattled and I rolled brand new maps I did align.

I founded you and I demolished you but swam like a fish in line.
I ran to and fro as I was left behind thrown forward but I did see.
It is a global trot I tell you to survive naked or dressed just to be.
And then it came to be true and real that this was mine all mine.

So I sit in the seat with no defeat.
The world goes stupid and so mad,
But I stay clean and of course neat,
It’s just a silly little one time life fad.

Pain and suffering has just about killed me and you,
Together or apart it is a world we will always renew!

®Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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Moving On From Mourning

Moving On From Mourning-By Frances Ayers

Why pine for those who have gone to their rest.
They have put away their mortal toil and fears.
In all things of this world,our God Knows best,
for he will soothe our heart and dry our tears.
On another plane we will find what we’ve lost,
for our mortal life is slipping away.
At times giving little thought to the cost,
for worry and sorrow will waste the day.
But sadness must end,as our days go by,
leaving little time to dwell on the past.
We remove any pain.only after we cry,
as our memories give us hope to last.
After a life well lived, we meet our fate
We meet our loved ones at the pearly gates.

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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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The Defrauding of the Worms

The ashes of the years diffuse in dust,
Their motes exuding mauvish glow
That alters grey to black.  But I’ve no trust
In Time, that cut-purse thief, who robs us so.
For, graveward borne, my gathered decades shorn
From off my limbs, my soul but cuts adrift
And cheats the maggotry of Death.  Forlorn
And cheated, Satan rues my flight!  Christ’s gift
Of sweet perpetuation foils those worms of Earth
Who rend my flesh when nothing live, lives there.
My human husk decays…to ‘wait rebirth.
Ethereal, my soul’s exultant, where
Abide infinities of angels…white
And efflorescent…beaming lucent light.

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You are to my growth as good soil to seed
That thereby the flames of hope might never quench
But the adversary by time drags my speed
Setting me back and drowning me in a dirty drench
My sight fails as the glowing torch grows dim
Sluggish are mine movements for my my burdens I cannot bear
But as i  faint your voice from the wilderness do I hear 
Thou would fill with new strength,my limbs
The hope of things not seen becomes my sight
It fills my heart with abundant believes which are true
The journey from famine to plenty becomes my flight
Unto thine lines and precepts would I never be rude 
Thou that art my comfort when the going gets tough
Would be my helper when the rugged path gets rough

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Ode To My Love (Modern English version)

What wondrous beauty lies within these eyes 
Fairest creature in face and gracious form 
Your vision lovelier than summer skies 
In you, my true happiness now reborn 
Lay with your loving hand upon my heart 
Breath of love whispered soft upon my cheek 
Please fear not, that we shall be torn apart 
For our love is strong, not shallow or weak
Hold my love close, keep it forever near 
Clasped in your sweet beauty, your shining light
Draw upon its strength, to silence your fear
To guide you through shadows in darkened night 
  Oh beauty, until you are mine once more 
  Remember my love is steadfast and pure 

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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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Children of the Sky

A day with no Sun, no Stars and no wind,
A lifetime of lifetimes is in the womb you grow.
You are the children of the sky with the seeds I sow.
You are enriched and fertile in the lands I tend.

A night with no Moon no day and no end,
A world of worlds of knowledge you all know.
You are the children of the sky and to the winds you shall blow.
In the seeds your sown is your mother and your best friend.

You are of the sky,
You are perfect today,
Boundless and high,
And you know the way.

Reach up and look to see,
The wind blowing inside of me!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2004

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A while ago a dream I had,
And since that time we've met,
Most all ways my heart's been glad,
And on that I will bet.

When your smile to me I see
I know your heart is light,
So then my face a smile be
When you are in my sight.

I never told you how I felt
When to me you came,
But with you arms 'round me like a belt,
I hope you felt the same.

So with thoughts of what could be,
I hope within my eyes you see.

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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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The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.

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Life and Death

Life, has a hard future; to travel,
Ups and downs; we try to unravel.
I like many, learned many things
As in happiness and sorrow brings.

Things I learned in life are mine.
Some are sour; some are sweet.
Some full of freedom, some confine.
Some I share; others I keep discreet.

Each day comes along, with new creations,
Each night seems shorter in abbreviations.
Each month steadily passes quicker somehow,
Each year passes; as quick as just one bow.

Each belief; has its basis in one eternal place.
We are all the same, but with a different face.

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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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I’ll add you to my safe keeps.
And put you with my collections.
I’ll sit back with my own reflections.
After, I’ve taken hundreds of peeps.
I’ll put you under my pillow where I sleep.
And then there will be no exceptions.
It’s where delusion versus deceptions.
You and I will never weep.
Until your heart is free to run,
I’ll be collecting ashes and dust.
I’ll never be done!
And I’ll never rust.
My collections of restorations appeal.
Piece by piece many of you will heal.
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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Young Love

June 17, 2006
How sweet, how serene,
Delicate inside a core,
A flower I have bore.
Such a magnificent scene!
Blossoms in bloom are what you bring.
I couldn’t ask of you for much more,
I even find you shining on the Seashore.
You make my heart dance and sing!
The Sun shines down on me,
And the Moon leads my way.
The Stars shine and I can see,
A beautiful Sun shiny day!
You come from somewhere up above,
Tender in my heart is a Young Love!
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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I am a fixer; I know this of me.
I wish I could fix everything I see.
My dream is to have all the answers,
Along with defeating all cancers,

You see, I know, how I will die.
Only if fixed, I’d be able to deny,
My genealogy, one of old age,
The other is cancer, in a rage,

Everyone ends; their life somehow,
There is no way, we can disavow,
My one dream would be its’ end.
The disease that ended my friend,

I can almost, fix anything, that breaks,
My dream is to end, all that it takes.

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The fjiord so blue and cold and deeper than
all time can ever measure in a day
there on the cliff she's stood, since time began
just hoping that her lover finds his way

she's cried ten thousand tears to let him know
she'll watch for him no matter how the sky,
and if the freezing north winds have to blow
between the narrows of the cliffs she'd die

her lamp is lighted every night for him
but this night's bitter cold and made it's mark
although her love is great, the light is dim
and time has turned it to a tiny spark.

   her ancient bones have frozen to the cold
    but love kept her from ever dying old.

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Common Ground

Starry night, Star bright shine your light!
It’s a lost world traveling at a rapid speed.
Oh guide me and teach me to properly lead.
For I am down here where nothing is right!
Send me a wind to take my flight,
And let them all take heed!
I am the deepest seed.
For I stand in all my might.
Let the Sun shine down on me.
Let the rains walk away.
Set my eyes where they can see.
For I am day by day!
As the world spins around and around,
I shall be found standing on top of Common Ground!

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I am a capstone to a brilliant plan.
Before your time I came into play.
I was morning night breaking day.
I was before during and after man.
Before person place and time span,
After the mixture of stone and clay,
During foundations faltering away,
I’m the capstone where you began.
Cornered by time to live again,
I am rushing waters in the sand.
I am the beginning and the end.
I’m reserved throughout the land.
You are never ever really alone,
For, I capped every single stone.
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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There are times when at last I  believe that I have created a better world
A world that will find its beginning and realize that God does again exist
I know that no word spoken can really reflect the high hopes that lay within the 
soul of man 
Nor will there be any such word spoken to touch mans hardened heart
So how can anyone think that words given in praise will be even more recalled by 
a God
that deserves much more than any man can possibly give  by words or deeds 
alone that one
may attempt to give.
Even if you can find a sincere enough heart to praise or glorify that God , do you 
that those words will be enough? 
Therefore I say curse the words that come from a mans mouth that fail to reach 
greatness of heaven.
For  man is man, a dusty  mud ball that can only hope that maybe, just maybe, 
God will
hear and be happy that someone has taken the time out of  his dismal existence 
to say
even in passing, Praise God , Priase God for he is and there is nobody else..
This is therefore the song i would sing
(He is the Lord and there isn't any one else. No any one else  
He is the Lord and there is no one else but him
He made the world and there is no one else - But him
He saved my soul and there isn't any one else - That can.)
Who then is God that would deserve this praise 
Where is this God you ask for we cant see him (it)
Do  you see atoms and you believe why then do  you need more

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That's That!

The Sun is on the horizon approaching this brand new day,
Ripples in the water and they shimmer incredibly bright,
A bird sings in the air and many more are on the same flight!
Rising high the Sun makes its rounds in a very special way.
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if they want to play.
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Rise and shine!
It’s amazing just like me!
That’s that and it’s all in line!

That’s that!
And newer days we are all looking at!
© Copyright Ann Rich   2006

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Windows of the Soul

Ever wonder how you know what you know,
Ever been here or there and done this before?
It is a thought that assembles so much more.
It is one feeling that can never just let it all go.
Ever wonder where the airs might next blow,
Ever been there and done the disused chore?
It is a thought that will rain with an outpour.
It discovers unprotected windows of the soul.
It always jibber-jitters to you,
So listen up so you can hear,
Just pass through,
With very little fear!
Now, be sure to take your time and do every single thing right,
For one day, your soul shall speed you up and take off in flight.

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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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Moving Forward

When in my darker moments I reflect
  upon what through my lifetime I have known
anger swells within my sad regret
  as I wander through my misery alone.
I mourn the loss of time and precious youth
  spent in pain doled out like daily bread
in courses, served harsh pieces of their truth
  believing what so cruelly they have said.
I've tried to stand my ground but rarely win
  and suffer all the more for fighting back.
It seems to me to be a grievous sin
  when it's those supposed to love you who attack.

     But in the distance burns a steady light.
     Moving forward I gain strength to stand and fight.

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Kindred Spirit

Is your spirit ready to cross the great big Ocean?
And is your heart open to the wind and free to run? 
It’s where our nights and days are never done,
It’s where we sail and soar with a higher notion.

We are the magic’s most powerful potion.
Lying under the heat of the scorching Sun,
It’s where you and I lay together as one.
It’s where our spirit is in mighty motion.

Carried across the Mountains peak,
One by one it is our blissful state.
Many and more will rise to seek.
The Moon’s glow conquering their fate!

Shielded by my glorious kindred spirit,
You will all know my voice when you hear it.

® Registered: Ann Rich 2006

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The Keeper

I was washed ashore with Mountains looking over me and I could hear roaring Seas.
The sand covered me and my toes curled with sand dollars by the dozens.
I saw dolphins gaming and fish were everywhere, I even met their distant cousins.
The Sun was shining down on me and the Moon was jealous but the clouds gave way.

And I looked up to see the Stars shining and they told me it’s a most perfect day.
Salted lips and these palms fanned, I knew right then I was meant to be.
I stood alone at the shore and blue skies fled taking notice of little old me.
I was touched and moved balancing these visions I began to breathe.

I thought I was by myself, but I wasn’t, not this time.
Looking up I say leave me alone, be gone I’m on my own.
Looking down I am amazed at how truly this is so sublime.
You are the keeper of my secrets and I am of all the unknown.

Shining down upon me you are always standing right there,
Here I shall share myself with you and then I will begin to care. 

® Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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Morning Vision's Sound

When dawn arrives, as the day’s sun ascends
The blackened sky reveals new colors; bright
The passing of the moon, surreal event
A beautiful scene; the sun offers light 

My eyes, they squint now seeing the new sun
As the fire burns on ascent in the east
The sight, the beauty of the horizon
Allows the want in my eyes, a true feast

My heart, it skips joyfully in response
It beats a sounding percussion of dream
As I make my way to become ensconced
As the voice in my soul lets out its scream

A true rejuvenation of spirit
As I am the only one to hear it

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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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Filling My Cup

Whispering my name I hear

A love, sadness, a tear

Sorrows wings are in the air 

With arms eloquent and fair

Lovely petals shower upon me

Filling my cup with glee

Angels standing by my side

Glowing beyond the prism of pride

Wrestling the leaves upon the ground

What was lost is found

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My Grace is sufficient.
Come in a time of need.
There is only one seed.
My Grace is omniscient.
My Grace is proficient.
If a soul dare to bleed,
My Grace takes heed.
My Grace is beneficent.
My Grace is sufficient for thee,
Come boldly unto this throne,
Seek me and ye shall find me.
All in my Grace ye have grown.
By Grace ye are saved through faith,
Clearly you must make no mistake.

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Tid Bits

Great God Almighty, I took you throughout this heartland. 

It was oops, uh oh and Jesus Christ all of the way we went. 

I shewed or I spewed those great mightier and all you sent. 

Created and destroyed were all of those left held in a hand. 


Ashes to ashes and dust to dust we left them all in your sand. 

My, me oh my revelations came shining through in time lent. 

They ran to and fro with dim lights that were warped or bent. 

I gave and I saved for this that and the other for a high brand. 


I went all the way up and all the way down. 

Beside myself I turned life and death to me. 

I found a medium so I stood on my ground. 

I tell you today I do shine sea to shining sea. 


They all left and tossed their chips calling it quits. 

But I my Sir have it all here and there in Tid-Bits! 

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The summer of My Life

My son, my son! He will one day put up his arms And shout out, “Play!”
He’ll scribble walls, my young aesthete, bang pots and pans to his own beat.
We’ll hide and seek in show’rs of May, and learn what clouds and stars might say.
He’ll run while stumbling with his feet and singing out his laughter sweet.

I know he’ll grow with every turn. My teachings round his mind he’ll churn.
I pray the good that I’ll instill enhance his power of free will,
And when he leaves he might secern what saves his world or makes it burn.
I hope his life shall then distill some greatness, making life a thrill.

I hope my days will still allow to reach these dreams I hold somehow,
‘Cause now’s the summer of my life and I’ve no child, and lost my wife.
If Fate my dreams does disavow, my art I heighten starting now.
I’ll also try by virtue rife to win my place in afterlife.

Remembered I might never be, most humans try this commonly.
Astounding this we try, agree? To endure like minor deity.

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Nurturing the Daydream Mandala

Daydreams need to be housed in a safe environment.
Whilst relaxing, meditating , bathing and pottering about....
A daydream raises and floats out like a thought cloud...
Comfortable, secure surroundings nurture these  bubbles
of dreams , hopes ,wishes  inspirations........ Designing
A protective animal border on the outer edge of the mandala
Concentric boundaries evelope the core like tree rings
Your labariynth mandala framed with flowers on the outside.
Then layered with precious stones and metals in the middle
More borders of flowers and herbs, inner borders of jewels
Your heart and soul cross centered with the sun sings songs.
Layer upon layer of protection the maze is refreshed with
a brilliant white light descending from the crown charkra to 
the center of the earth and back up from the earth to the crown.

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Sonnet: The Secret of Success: Love

(English Sonnet)

You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!

With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.

Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.

Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


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Winter Love

Calm mountain and cool gentle breezes echoes softly throughout the whispering pines. A man's heart tunes to nature's harmony. His spoken tender words to his beautiful new bride. Tiny glittering snowflakes floating down, one landing upon the other. Cuddling the earth like a father, as he blankets his first born on a cold, peaceful night. Delicately designed crystals forming on stained glass panes are their whole lives shared together mapping out the plans they've made. Blowing formation of diamond dust bright as a father's smile when he wraps his arms tenderly around his newly wedded child.

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I Live With Prayer

My brittle bones, they break with age
My skin, it wrinkles at the touch
My vision’s failing, ears can’t hear
Still, God loves me so very much
This life was long and yet I’m here
Through wars and peace, again more wars
I guess He wants me to go on
Though I can’t take it that much more
But, yet, I know He has this plan
Of which I am not yet certain
When the time has come for to go
It is then He’ll draw the curtain
But for now, although eyes are weak
I will look forward to each day
Knowing, He has great plans for me
Is the fate for which I do pray

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My Scars

I stand before you riddled with scars,
by looking at me, you can't see where they are,
because on the surface I look you,
my scars are on the inside, hidden from view.

Each scar I have has a story to tell,
of how I survived my living hell,
not all the methods I use were right,
I was merely grasping for the light.

My scars are mine and mine they will remain,
the link to my past that drives me insane,
But without my scars I wouldn't be the man I am today,
character building my Mum use to say.

What doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger.
She being a contributing factor why I am this way.

M.Mahauariki © 2012

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Playground Festive Spree

Stomping tiny feet across the large school yard
Football and tetherball games, never seem hard
Swings and slides occupied entirely at full capacity
Enormous vibrant energy, some quiet some witty

Always in need of a pass; for this and for that
He took my purple book bag, she took my cool hat
Faces full of shining light, yet some full of suffering
Trying to simply “fit in”, trying to be something

All different shapes and sizes with huge attitudes to show
Watching our future observantly as I watch our future grow
Some mischievously defiant, some a perfect behavior displayed
Waiting for the very last bell to ring while standing at parade

Counting down the time until I let my whistle blow
Racing running rapidly, the moment’s soon they know
Watching my every move, their eyes fixed upon to me
Waiting for an action on a playground festive spree

Our children are our future and I can see it in their eyes
With every passing child I meet, I know the answer why
I never really realized it until the moment I started to teach
The world is at their fingertips, as far as they can reach

© Stacy Lynn Stiles

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Sonnet:To a friend

It's sad that your love couldn't be true to you
And I know you struggled so hard and long.
But life sometimes in the end can turn blue
And there are times when some things can go wrong.

But don't blame yourself for all of this mess
For you it wasn't just written in the stars.
And some things are not meant to be for us
But don't lose hope for your dreams can't be far.

Today you cry for lost dreams and their cost
But I hope your tears are gone by tomorrow.
You'll see that not all is completely lost
Pray you find in the night the light that glows.

Be strong and keep your chin high all the while
Smile and never stop dreaming thru your struggle.

Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000


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The Journeyman's Quest

I may lose in a fight and cry,
this is only the beginning,
it will never stop me and try.
I do not remember quitting
for life's one hell of a struggle
either a way or another.
Still, let's get it on and shuffle 
Retrace our steps, move in faster
as the cruel world's evolving,
armed with faith and God in our stead
so to us in this quest, marching
My entire life is spent striving ahead!

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Between (Sonnet No 4)

Bridged between successful pasts and where,

Regret hath come to pastures in this time

Subconcious new abodes engage, aware!

A mind with commonsense now thinking crime.

The gap between what has, and what has not;

Believes, like you and I, success will be-

And others from whom jealousy besot!

Took everything I owned, purloin from thee

And in between what was and what is now,

The shadow of the man whose loss is most

Will see the shadow more but then somehow,

Believe he sees this God, support and host.

Between the life we have and death to come,

Shall invites' be this personal, my chum.

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Outside the Garden

What lies beyond the walled in garden?
Does not the sun yet shine above?
It casts its glow on men and women
To fill them with a warming love.

Fear not, to venture beyond boundaries
Seek the new, behold the dreams
Let not your mind create the quandaries
Feel its heat through radiant beams

Let sunshine fall upon wakened heart
As new tomorrows become routine
Become innate, your living part
As you become then of the scene

For then you will have passed through the gate
Looking to the sun while creating new fate

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Failed Tomorrows

How tomorrow never seems to arrive
For the expectation remains the same
On wishful dreams our new days will then thrive
With hopes that with them will come some new flames

We persevere, working toward tomorrow
Perspiring in effort, that is in vain
We wish to cleanse our days of all sorrow
Yet, when the day comes, tomorrow’s the same

Lost upon the clouds in the sky, are dreams
As they then fall tragically to the earth
Then we mourn their death and silently scream
Cursing our parents for giving us birth

But, to dream again allows us new hope
Regardless of sorrows, we can then cope

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Sonnet: Leave The Past Behind

Remember that there's always love and hope 
And that at the end there's always a light. 
To illuminate our uncertain steps 
As we journey life's roads ‘very day and night. 

It is so very scary how time drifts so fast 
And what it was a while ago just yesterday 
It is now for us but so many years back. 
Seasons come and go- nothing the same stays. 

Be cheerful when you look at your days ‘head 
Forget the past and never look too long back. 
Don't get stuck in self-pity and only regrets. 
Remember there's a light in all this dark. 

And there are so many ways with life to cope 
Because for you there's always love and hope. 

Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 


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Random Views From the Saddle Horn

Raw-boned trees scratch a dark hazy gray sky—
Far mountains gleam white with winter’s solutions.
Seems it’s this time of year we wonder why,
We even pause to make new resolutions.

In these random views from the saddle horn,
We creak worn leather with our restless spirit—
Like almost from the first day we were born,
We ride this life quickly, yet we still fear it.

And so we’ve lived to see this New Year dawn—
Vow again to do all those things that are right.
But we do not know what each day will spawn
Or if we will softly ride into the night.

So from this saddle horn we barely hold,
We ride on toward what a New Year will unfold.

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The Wait

I stood there looking out to sea
Hoping that you would come to me
But, alas, you never did appear
Re-establishing all new fears

Would you come, take me away?
My hopes are still, so this I pray.
I’ll be here waiting upon your return
Worry not, love, my heart will still burn.

For hope doesn’t end so freely or sure
If intentions are honest, loving and pure
You take your time, I’ll wait for thee
For when the sun arises, it’s you I’ll see

And I shall never turn away
For I will be here every day.

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Dressed In Me

Dressed in black
A mood of dread
Hiding my existence
Wishing I were dead

Dressed in white
A mood of peace
Harmonious persona
Of beauty to release

Dressed in pink
A mood of tenderness
Perky and amusing
A moment without stress

Dressed in blue
A mood of gloom
Depression commencing
For an inevitable doom

Dressed in grey 
A mood of subtle tone
Not quite as dark
But a need to be alone

Dressed in purple
A mood of passion
Vibrant and seductive
Yet depicting compassion

Dressed in me
A mood unknown
Irate and passive
Never carved in stone

© Stacy Lynn Stiles

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Hardened by Time

The heart I have beats silently alone
As dark of night weighs heavily on me
The morning sun shall see it then as stone
A hardened crust that everyone will see

Yet winds, in time, may carry dreams aloft
So maybe hopes will one day then be real
To one adored, so beautiful and soft,
I send my hopes and dreams to her, to feel

I pray that time befriend this lonely heart
I, too, wish that her heart remains with joy
With windblown wishes, that I will impart
My every ounce of strength to then employ

So she will then soften this heart of stone
Destroying that which left it all alone