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Tell Me a Sweet Lie

Tell me I'm the one, the love of your life.
It's not my fault you won't become my wife
I'll look in your eyes as I dream my dreams.
We can both pretend, it's not what it seems.

I know there's another who holds your heart.
I can't stand that it's ripping mine apart.
So I will take this, just one more night.
Hold me and rock me, till the morning light.

My pain is to great, please whisper sweet lies.
My brain knows what my Heart can't realize.
I'll give you freedom, please let me pretend.
I am not ready, for this love to end.

Tomorrow walk away, that is your chance
I will survive, if you give me one glance


Sonnet on an intimate relationship.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2012

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The Missing

She looks around the room with worried eyes. So many things are missing. What became of all her pretty clothes? With great surprise she notices her dresser’s not the same. The fancy music box that held her pearls is missing too from where it used to sit beside the picture of her precious girls there on the dresser. What became of it? She hears her husband walking toward the room and cries out as she sees him on the stair. He lies down on their bed. She feels his gloom, and then she knows. . . . He cannot see her there! She lingers, helpless, knowing she must go, yet hears him sob, “My love, I miss you so.” Written for Susan Burch's "Missing" Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Crown Of Sonnet Marionette To Misery Part One

MARIONETTE TO MISERY part one

Sonnet One

Is this a story worth the black of ink?
The write of rhyme and time, confessions true.
I held on sane until I broke the blink,
I gave my life; I give it now to you.

I was so ordinary once before,
I wanted nothing more, silence of one.
Comfort I cradled while alone adore,
My show, the one I know, a done rerun.

A plain refrain, I shied in solitude.
Confrontations embraced by closing doors
I gave it nothing, finding nothing rude.
The skies despise me, when it rains it pours.

The storms do warn the clouds to disembark,
I wonder where I would be, damn the dark.

Sonnet Two

I wonder where I would be, damn the dark.
I lost the light along the way, I’m lost.
My mental state relates a question mark.
I buy my beauty knowing what it costs.

I must be changed; I fear the years to come.
Affording life is hard, I need a hand.
No family, I see my future numb,
It’s time to bend my heart and take a stand.

The scales are aged on years of twenty-four.
A wrinkle sighs on eyes of hardened steel.
I know inside I hide the wanting more,
Oh, can I change, I need a hand to heal.

A thought of love reveals in wants, I sink,
I fall against the grain, the thoughts I think.

Sonnet Three

I fall against the grain, the thoughts I think.
It’s all I could do, get on with my life.
I give myself a get’em girly wink,
I would be free, completely good, a wife.

So many mouths, I’m kissing frogs for fun.
My self restrictions done, I’m out to fly.
Explore detours until I find the one,
I’m smoking, drinking, getting high as sky.

My shame, it has a place I often dwell.
I changed so well, I could not tell my mind.
I trapped myself by wealth, a living hell.
Answers I sought, future I have to find.

I owned the sight so long, I’ve paid the dark.
Tonight, I crave the light, I search for spark.

Sonnet Four

Tonight, I crave the light, I search for spark.
A foolish brave, I rave against the raven.
Be black as shadows, drift away my dark,
Comfort me Master, ready, set, begin.

He licks my wounds and writes my new novel.
I fall on knees, I please, he wants more.
I give and live, he teaches show and tell.
He takes me places never gone before.

He sets a fire to ashes, watch me burn.
My Master faster captures strong my flame.
He gives me choice, a voice, a life to learn.
A chance to dance, he asks I give my name.

I’m named as Lady to Master Sir, I wed.
Sober sunshine, it comes to wake the dead.

Sonnet Five

Sober sunshine, it comes to wake the dead.
I hide the past in casts of stone, reborn.
My happiness is thriving, lover’s bed.
Enchanted knight and lightly unicorn.

We played the games of fame, a shine on scene.
The shooting stars on skies of night we flew.
I never knew the true, he could be mean,
Oh, what the Lady Red was going through.

My whole relationship displayed online
For eyes and ears witnessed my highs and lows.
I wanted fame but shame became a mine
Erupting shows exploding blow by blows.
I raise my glass and cheers against his ale,
A toast to trying, with all else, I fail.

Sonnet Six

A toast to trying, with all else, I fail.
We crumble with a pocket full of cash.
A steady drip on rivers setting sail.
To that interest we smothered down to ash.

He talked of fatherhood, he wanted sons.
I fear anxiety of family.
He told me please to give him just a one,
Depressed I rest in dark, it follows me.

A nightly haunt, it taunts me, widow’s tomb,
It wants my doom, my gloom, I hate the dream.
My hope is broke, I soak in sours womb.
No, nothing good, I should refuse to scream.

I wet in sweat the sheets upon my bed.
The pounding rages deep inside my head.

Sonnet Seven

The pounding rages deep inside my head.
I give the Master what he wants, a child.
The tears I cry, I lie in wasted bed.
I’m fed my pills to keep emotions mild.

My tummy grows, I feel the kick inside.
I want my motherhood to shine, I glow.
I count my blessings, life can please the tried.
It can be good, it will be good, I know.

But when the test arrives, the ultra sound,
Female result, my Master shouts disgust.
He begs abortion when no one’s around.
He thinks he owed a male, he thoughts are just.

I fight against his fists, I wail, I fail.
I live by threads and live to tell the tale.

Sonnet Eight

I live by threads and live to tell the tale.
He changed, a monster, blames me, damns my sight.
A living hell, I try to leave, I fail.
Intoxicated, he’s ready to fight.

My fault, I feel the failure blur my bite,
As teeth I clench so tight I feel the verb.
He strikes my story making ink tonight
On sheets I scream silence I must disturb.

My stitches sown, he says he’s sorry, lies.
Torment my mouth, it twitches, itches, bleeds.
I swallow words; I heard enough, he tries
I’m hiding bruises, space is what he needs.

My hands are cold, anger inside, I shake.
But death can take the grave mistakes I make.

Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2016

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The Final Vow

The Final Vow

When finally the long shadow crosses my path
the wind carries away the new morn's dew
I shall then abandon my weary and dark wrath
against my tortured, imagined image of you .

Shall you notice this my change on that fateful day
A bare, broken heart at last thus mended
The end in which my silence holds its greatest sway
the black results of the promised love you rescinded.

My love, hear my last destined words to you
this cry to heal your bitter heart
This the last honorable, loving thing I can do
before forever our shattered souls part.

As these beautiful trees witness this my final vow
You may thus see, the true depth of my love now

R.J. Lindley
Nov. 9th, 1976

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back

Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back

In youth, my spirit was a climbing vine
dressed in green leaves upon white oak tree
Seeking light, I was walking a true line
in shade of path that was truly free

Storms weathered sheltering branches
bringing sun's hot beams upon my head
I sought more, took gravest of chances
of true love's blessing and being well fed

Once cast upon dirt and parched ground
my legs found needed strength to run
Racing winds sent that deceiving sound
soon, I forgot the heat of blazing sun

Burnt into ash my sad soul looks far back 
Long ago, in tree's top, I was once on track

Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-1999

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Stark Endings on an Autumn Wind

Burnished bronze, tarnished teal,
flare warnings yield to winds of steel.
Their urge to jump, to flee and hide
cuts off the warmth for suicide.

They leap and land at such a cost,
far flung debris- refulgence lost.
They shrivel brown, dark fibers done,
decay beneath the wayward sun.

Their shredded shells in supine piles,
small hells ignite by human wiles.
Gray smoking wraiths slip out to sigh,
soar off to smear the flannel sky.

Green progeny will take their turn.
One chance to live is what they earn.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2009

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Return to Wagon Wheel

The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.

And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and ridden here
both grime and span of time cannot conceal.

But farther down a lane, behind some trees,
(where happiness once lived!) awaits my spring -
a large house, shuttered, with its memories.
In front of it still hangs that wooden swing.

Above long grass and weeds it starts to sway.
The ghost of me has now returned to play.


For the Love and Loss Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Requiem

Released and slowly drifting to the earth,
the leaf departs her tree in mournful grace;
though both will live to see another birth,
none same will be returning in her place.
We meet as always in the space between
the branch's bud and parting leaf stem's end;
a tearful eye, a tugging force unseen
does will the laws reverse, gravity bend.
Enhanced though was the nearly naked tree
by springtime's bloom, her fallen trembling love - 
released to serve another destiny - 
in turn, will be the better than above.

Leaf falls to rest, and in her fading sigh,
she breathes to tree her final sad goodbye.

Copyright © Tracy Decker | Year Posted 2007

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Ashes and Flowers of White

The ocean softly laps the boat
as I watch the setting sun.
I drop the flowers and watch them float,
relieved this day is done.

Ashes are scattered in the sea
followed by flowers of white.
I watch an eagle soaring free,
flying into the night.

Tears slip silently from my eyes
as the waves gently lap the boat.
I turn back home in darkening skies
while the flowers and ashes float.

Alone, I head the boat to shore.
My heart, bereft, forevermore.



04/07/2012


Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2012

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Death of a Flower

Down on row and pit and mortal flower
  The undertaker's men stood grave and bier;
And brave stoic death fills the living hour
  For ever more a day, a week, a year...
Where bathed in shafts of exalted light toll
  The bells of Mass and vigil in Greenhithe,
When in bound clay an immovable dole
  Grimly hung the shadows in hood and scythe;
Yet I upon this ploughed earth sullen gaze
  And hearken in the blooms the winds of death!
What sting its pierce to a full end of days
  That dares to breathe on me its cankered breath.
Withered is the bud and brief flower shed,
Yet for a time its beauty shone outspread.

                   

                     July 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Gratitude

The pool grows green through the leaf cover.
Large pears hang upon ancient tree.
Mocking Bird sings chanting to his lover;
As the dew sparkles, like water in the sea.

Crepe Myrtle has turned red how time has passed.
Moma admired some trees said they were pretty.
Daddy dug up  a few runners, oh! memories from past.
In most things, think of daddy how witty__

Daddy brought (them) here to brighten moma's life
To give her something pretty to enjoy.
Today I enjoy them, this is reallife.
Now as I look at them they are my buoy

Clouds are coming in hiding the sun rays
But their light and life brightens my days_

For Nancy's contest;

Contest name: Gratitude

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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Amongst the Dross

Starring into the dross of amber brew
no face see I reflected, simply hollow I.
The stein of crystal tells no fortune spare,
nor one of bounty, yet what is true?
With drink, I dredge the pain of life anew
and wallow in the grain of cheaper wares, 
degrade myself and blame fate, for my strife,
ignoring all God's gift, so loud I cry, 
as salted tears stain trails of my despair.
If only, I had been a better wife
I'd not be sitting here. 



Form: Curtal Sonnet [A precurser to the Italian Sonnet]
abcabcdbcd c [10 1/2 lines]

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Sky Still Glows With Sunset Hues Of Red

Sky Still Glows With Sunset Hues Of Red


Ancient garden, roses no longer water fed
graves nearby, tombs of the ancient dead
Sky still glows with sunset hues of red
yet barren rests garden's deserted bed

Wind moans as it flies in the night-sky
one can hear the saddest cry
Across the way, ghosts of lost youths lie
war costs, the blood of youth by and by

Where flowers once spoke beauty reigned
now old grow memories of the pain
Small fence separates area where none remain
blotches of earth with tombstones stained

Overlooking hill, there rests a mighty red oak
shadows pass it by, yet none ever spoke

Robert J. Lindley, 5-09-2016

Note- Sonnet just came to me and demanded to be written..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

Chastise me in my deep, darkest sorrow,
young lad of hopes and meandering streams.
I long for relief now not tomorrow,
or next year in lost fields of shallow dreams.

My goblet of pain it over floweth,
into forests of low hanging black fruits.
There I rage in my hurt, ill wind bloweth,
on this soul with misery in its roots.

I force my drink, dark poison to swallow,
cherished within eye of this bitter storm.
Life in tatters, this spirit now hollow,
darkness and wicked cuts the daily norm.

Leave me alone, in this coal black quagmire.
Lost am I, in hell's burning fire.

R.J. Lindley
May 17th 1977

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Note- AN OLDIE FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
edited today to meet ten syllable count and 14 verse sonnet form , original longer version stays private...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Would that she could love me - The Haunting

I lost my love one frigid winter's eve
She left this world so free and unafraid
Her dying wish was that I should not grieve
For look!  A ransom for her life was paid
O how I wish this dreary life would end
My days and nights pass by in monochrome
She was for me my one and only friend
Now here I sit alone inside our home
Sweet whispers taunt me in the still of night
An angel's voice to haunt me in my sleep
Would that God took notice of my plight
He'd bring her back - our love to ever keep
   Her mem'ry I shall cherish in my dreams
   Until the day we drink from living streams
 


Copyright © The Seeker | Year Posted 2016

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Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse

Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse

Life is not all love, sweet fun and joyous games
nor pure enjoyment seeing dawn's early rise.
Sometimes it may be our deeds revealed that shames
and cost us dearly, our heart's most precious prize.

Lost love is fast fleeing and elusive beast,
armed with sharp daggers and even deeper lies.
If returned, offers us a sumptuous feast,
of rarest delights and reclaimed cherry pies.

Ah, but to recover bright golden treasures,
one often endures hard blows and sharper cuts.
Sacrifices offered in painful measures,
one may win the prize but others think us nuts!

Love's greatest costs are pangs of deepest remorse.
Which avoiding, would mean no loving of course!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016

Form: Sonnet in 11 syllable verses(RJL 11).

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams


    Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams

    Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed
    where roses wilt, praying early frost to die
    Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed
    your new "friends" gladly providing the lie
    No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed
    no solace in showing past pain in new light
    Was too late once you took on the bad seed
    turning once bright day into darkest night

    What of fantastic past joys we had both shared
    morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise
    In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared
    took years to recover from that surprise.

    Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams
    My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams.

    R.J. Lindley,
    Sept 12th 1976

    Sonnet, 11 on 10....

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    New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt.
    I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king
Looking back, find nothing I want to hide
do most of it again, complete the ring.

Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs
where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face
For such times, my soul now so deeply longs
without sad heartache, I want to erase.

Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark
sadness flows in, reminds me of my past
I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark
the good times flew away far, far too fast.

When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
My darkness did things I can not abide!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat

As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat

I have seen stars blown to dust, red moons rising steep
lives taken by the billions where death is a must.
Candles burnt out , before their red moon falls to sleep,
great empires destroyed, their monuments turned to rust.

I have walked blood-soaked alleys with neck bone in hand
bleached white bones crushing under my stomping feet.
Seen millions die making futile heroic last stands
as I, their soft and weak human flesh, sat to eat.

My name is Power- greed , pride, lust are my black game,
cherishing each hour my evil desires are met.
Men have called me many great and dastardly names
paid that heavy price as death wins my every bet.

So few can resist my alluring and dark charms
As my temptations brings lost souls into my arms.

R.J. Lindley,
July 25th 1977

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Old Note- From my private journal 7-25-1977...
Wrote a dark one tonight as bad blood raced through my veins
wicked the fleeting midnight hour and its agonizing flow.
In my mind, deep hatred calls for dark and bloody stains'
never will she the dark demon, this my mad urge ever know..


New Note--
A very bad time in my young life (age 23 years old, 4 months and 20 days), whiskey seemed to put me in a rare mood.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back

 Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back

Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast 
interest and feed me not in the least 
For the hearty joys that future shall give 
heartens me to strive forever to live 

Great memories of my family's past 
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny

Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns

Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track

Robert Lindley
REVISED..


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Blistered

This is my first Petrarchan sonnet...

Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear

Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him

by Gail


Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

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She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

She Gazes Back At Her Path Of Destruction

Stir-fried, blackened hand that stole many hearts
well-done, the fleshy flesh that tastes so good.
Like a fleeing animal that jumps and darts
love and live forever if only she could.

In fright, scared of stiff, boring boredom
a queen fluffing up for the next throne.
Her smile could win any kingdom
Her cuts gash so deep--down into bone.

She gazes back at her path of destruction
another heart in her black crushing hand.
Misery, depression, pain- her sweet elation
clawed feet in the pit of hell, there she stands.

Let the dead now hear, her anguishing cries
as bolted justice now descends from clear skies.

R.J. Lindley,
1974

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The things that we value

The things that we value are lost in time
and only preserved in one's memory.
It's useless to try to capture in rhyme
as all else is changing ceremony.
I remember what it once meant to meet
or welcome a loved one at the airport.
Time spent waiting for a daughter was sweet.
Moments of recognition at the port
door was worth all the traffic to get there.
In this world terror and security
are acceptable so we must beware
and lose all the small forms of dignity
we valued a moment ago. Truth is
not war's casualty, humanity is.

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

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Devoid of love

"My dear, do you love me?" No, I think not.
A loving foundation is based on trust.
I lost that trust that ties true lovers' knots.
Without it, all love dies and turns to dust.
My heart's been broken many times before
Each love I lost left me uncertainty.
Love doesn't live within me anymore
This I say to you with all certainty.
Love is like snow, beautiful while it lasts
But comes a time it thaws and disappears.
And what remains are traces of the past:
The painful heartaches, lonely nights and tears.
Ask not again of me, do you love me?
Love has died leaving painful memories.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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Mercy, a sonnet

Is this then all there is now, only me
And all there is now left for me to do 
Cry ‘mercy’ to the unforgiving sea
And bury all the love I had for you
Beneath the sorry roses in the shade
Of yew trees, in the graveyard, by the wall
Let tenderness and fondest feelings fade
Until the day there is no you at all
Within my mirror, only empty sky
And tumbleweed across the arid ground
No answer to the question of my cry
Just silence; oh my love, in you I found
A heat too sweet and gentle to forget
Have mercy on me, love, don’t leave me yet

© Gail Foster 2016








 


Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

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And cultivate my hatred with my tears


Shall I give home to grievance and  to woe

And cultivate my hatred with my tears?

Shall I remember  carefully each blow,

And add this sorrow to my anxious fear?

 

I  thought by hating you I would have peace

And surely I had reason without doubt.

Yet  rumination  gave me no  release..

For wisdom and compassion it did flout

 

I remembered then  past love and  shared sweet words

I gave  them freedom in my anguished heart.

I did it for your sake, yet then occurred

A sweetness, joy and gladness in all parts.

 

To  forgive,repent and  let go of such grief

Helps us more than hatred’s legal briefs

Copyright © Katherine Thwaite | Year Posted 2016

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THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN

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

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

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

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

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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In Support of Google's Self Drive Car

I know that I have called this a sonnet, and I recognise that it falls short of such an esteemed form, but it is my first attempt, please forgive me.

in SUPPORT of GOOGLE'S SELF DRIVE CAR

a black tarmac warrior 
a technology killing humanity worrier 
plotting a course at one hundred kilometres an hour 
his fatigued mind begins to wander 

they want to take away his freedom 
to replace his skills and wisdom 
superseding his brain with one of silicon 
technology supplanting humanity beyond his reason 

Isaac and I Robot showed the way 
when with technology protecting humanity we will rue the day 
while his mind remains resolute, his car begins to sway 
because humanity in control is the only way 

then in his old age, his is the first generation 
with no licence, but independent automated motion

Copyright © scott thirtyseven | Year Posted 2015

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A BLESSED CHILD

When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
You created,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Forever more,
As well.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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Beautiful Lies

Beautiful Lies

One beautiful lie , an unvoiced sonnet
Words veiled with a crime that steals my hearts last beat
Slow turn of your mood shows me disquiet
With kisses warm and vulgar with deceit.

One pulse stills, our love was not the one love,
Just remains of a lukewarm cup of tea.
You steep and brood, one pineing the lost dove.
My broken wing lame, I fall into the sea.

Beautiful lies, my heart begs for your fires
To hear the words forged my way by anvil
Beautiful lies, hope grows dim and expires
Waiting for judgment by divine gavel

Tremble my lips , tears fall dry from my eyes
Protect me from madness, beautiful lies.

Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2012