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                                                      Don’t count every hour in the day, 
                                                      make every hour in the day count.

How heavy and quick are indifferent hours, Their tread crushes the most tender of dreams, And though time knows not its pressing power, It tramples the heart, yet hears not the screams. A dancer, sculptor or siren with song beholds the cold clock and its silent charge, Each stage, chisel and note aches to belong to minutes that mince, steps buoyant though large. These tasks of days grate and night pounds abuse, But the artist learns to dodge, buck and roll, How clever is craft! How wily the muse, For we, the moved, do not cower or loll. The sun bears down and a blue moon marches, ~ Beneath their weight, my poetry arches ~
*Written Feb 12, 2012 For Paula Swanson's "Trample" Contest

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Waist Watchers

I have so many jeans that I can wear.
They lie inside a box upon my floor;
in every color there I have a pair.
With pants galore, I could not want for more!

I don't take time to sift through all those clothes
when I am in a rush and getting dressed.
Nor do I have the time to stand and pose
before my mirror to see which looks the best.

The "Zanadi," flare-legged, and faded blue
I grab with very little hesitation.
From Asia, straight to Walmart, ( and it's true)
they always fit (Oh, joy, less complication).

And when those darn things feel a bit too tight,
I diet till they hug my hips just right!

By Andrea Dietrich 
For Nette onclaud's Contest:
"It's In The Jeans"

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The Memoir

Here in the final pages of her life			
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines		
Reflecting on the chapters left behind		
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite		
Where shadows battle with a blinding light		
Conflicting egos fighting on through time		
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme	
They battle for the end that she must write	  	
Two equal pens held tightly in her hand		
Tears mingle with the ink spots on the page			
One pen telling truth one pen telling lies		
Her bleeding words like footprints in the sand		
On lines between a novice and a sage					
One pen she puts to death before she dies

Author:  Elaine George
Written: April 20th, 2014
For Miltonic Sonnet Contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish	

Awarded:  First Place

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Thanksgiving from Three Perspectives

A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!

I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this  time her cooking didn't flop!

And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.

I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.

A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.

I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .

Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!

And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.

A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer 

I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.

I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den.  Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.

I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!

Bless Mom and Dad.  The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!

For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
 or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"

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A Ripple In Time

Into smooth bright water, a stone is tossed by one small boy whose day is nearly gone. The stone, beneath small ripples, now is lost while on those ripples drifts a lovely swan. The fisher boy can see the bird’s white wings have caught a glint of sunlight from the sky, and in the breeze they gleam while rippling. Beneath the swan, a fish is passing by. undulating silver in reflected sun. The boy’s sweet laughter ripples, for the fish is caught just as the afternoon is done, fulfilling his most current fervent wish. One stone’s throw, then the fish was on his line! Bright rewards appear in a ripple in time.

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Widow's Walk

My Captain! Oh, my Captain! Captain, mine!
The sea, that wretched tempest rolled you deep!
She kept you from me squandering the time!
How long before you're free this vixen's keep?

Each day, in vain, I walk the roof top watch,
While searching the horizon for your sail.
At night, by lantern light, I touch each notch,
Where last you carved our names within the rail.

By candle light I read your letter sent,
About the journey's quest and your return.
How travasties and sickness unrelent...
But, still, your love eternal for me burns.

Tonight, upon the widow's walk I stand...
The moon reveals your footprints, in the sand.

~by deborah burch©

English/Shakespearian Sonnet

For "Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteer's" contest

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Old love

Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.

Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.

In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks 
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.

Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.

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Deathbed Discourse

This past week I lost two good friends. The one friend I lost to cancer. The poor guy
suffered horribly. All through his ordeal his wife was by his bedside. I began to reflect
on this and I tried to put myself in his place. What would I say? What would I think
knowing I was about to die? Shortly after I composed this sonnet.

Weep no tears for me at this time and place.
A thousand eyes change not my destiny.
All living things must die eventually
Except my love for you, which I embrace.
Feel not sad for me looking at my face
Although it's old and wrinkled you can see
A budding rose should age so gracefully.
My time grows near my love; in any case
Your life goes on nevertheless my love.
So wipe those eyes dry of life's mournful dew
And think not this time undeserving of.
Life had been kind, more so, finding you.
A lifelong companion envied above
By angels and cherubs alike. Adieu!

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You Are My Mary

Go cast your stones if you will, and tell me
Your innocence is more just than her cause
Or read me in sand, flee her victory
Where you link the chain of demonic laws
For she a slave of your intent consent none
To this, but hostage of your will and greed
Whipped by necessity to a blind sun
She paid your pound of flesh, and virtues bleed
For better judgment where I intercede
Her sovereign love my sure kingdom's seed.

She rose seven times, for just here she fell
Her hair to wipe my grief, my pain urging hell
Upon her hectic heart, her tears my balm:
Her love mauled, frames the cross fore me in calm
You are my Mary, ever so I deem
My ardent alabaster memory
The brimming balm of my bright healing stream
The paradox of love and history
Let no paltry scholar your virtue stain
Nor prelate assault your virtue's domain
For love cancels a thousand faults more
Than sins that litter mercy's teeming shore
I will cover you when raw winds blow cold
I'll be your shade from the blaze of noon
And love you best of earth's sweet jealous fold
You are my sovereign of stars or moon
O Mary, don't you weep, don't you cry, behold
My heart, I lay me down your street of gold.
No woman so deserves my heart like you
No sinner more my love makes once more new
No blemish, spot, or taint of wrong in you
No love for me more constant and more true
O Magdala, Magdala, no wise men
Gift as sweet, or to their purpose remain
As your sweet honor, vilified and rend
Did ever assuage the loom of my pain.

I love you till there shall be no more sea
I love you till mountains are fled and gone
I love you till time turns to eternity
I love you through the everlasting dawn
O Mary, let me wipe away all tears
From your eyes, give me the cross of your cares.
One day before we build another house
Or plant a vineyard new, to the garden
Come, here with me, and be my ransomed spouse
And jasmines plant in love's sweet heaven
And hibiscus for the honey I'll drink
Like a hummingbird at your sacred tongue
One day love, ere the stars forever sink
And angels ascend the breathless rung
We will smell the jasmines blooming, and kiss
Upon the scented air, we will embrace
Our drowsed dreams within the wakening mist 
And laugh like children in love's fragrant place
One day love, the time of separation
Will past, then Mary, our celebration!    

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Aphrodite Night

Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?

Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,

you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.

       And I am more than blessed for loving you
          forever and all time, as I shall do.
                   © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa

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berserker but

Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder
O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder
A tale untold until the flash of crashing light
Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight
What is this rack of torment in suspense
To cause this pounding redness of  intense
Can winds of Wodyn thrust valkyrie thus
The tides are wrong this singing song
Will be the end of us
The tunnel forms to take us in it's dance
As axe and sword a swing to madness trance 
Once more to see Valhalla's open door
Or wake to shaking silence on this shore
Bathed in others' blood  still yet unsure

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Soldier of Ages

Dedicated to  Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, Jr. (November 11, 1885 – December 21, 1945) 

I'd fought a hundred battles 
       through the ages past and new 
I'd been a lowly foot soldier 
       But at times commanded too. 
I was a witness of Arab mothers 
       Fleeing cities under-siege ; 
A new age liberator, 
       The commander of the third. 
I had served with Ceasar's legion; 
       The Carthaginians; and the Greeks. 
When Arthur was in his Kingship, 
I was a captain of the knights 
A horseman tough and skillful 
       Of medieval cavalier; 
But ages had transformed me 
       to dash with iron wheels 
The only time I meet MacArthur 
       Was in the salient of St. Mehiel 
We both stood erect, calm, and unmindful 
       To the guns and bursting shell. 
Oh well take a look at Monty 
       Too slow for his advance 
He didn't expect me to take Palermo 
       or Mesina to my plan 
 I was reproved of my harshness, 
       They knew not that I was somber too 
I cared not of my language 
       As long as my point would get through 
I'd mixed my words with profanities 
       That my orders surely stick 
My men would always remember every word 
       While they're in the battle field 
Oh my, I hate those yellow bastards 
       They have no place on this earth 
I sent them to the frontlines 
       That no more they would breed 
 Those swivel chair commanders 
       Discounted my two days time 
But brave soldier deserved to be rescued 
       Before his dog tag stops to chime. 
So my men made it to Dunkirk 
       To the delight of McAuliffe 
"Surrender!" yelled the Nazis 
       but "nutz" was all he said. 
I was cut off of supplies and fuel 
       For Market Garden's sake 
But after pissing the flowing River 
       I held the Fuhrer's nest 
So soon another war was ended 
       Mine enemies had lost 
The iron carver claimed the glory 
       And relieved me from my post.   

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Pillow Talk Abuse - Andrea Dietrich

PILLOW TALK ABUSE     (collaboration)

by~ Andrea Dietrich

Again you’re droning on and on and on. 
Yada, yada, yada, yada, yada. 
My time for beauty sleep will soon be gone. 
Why can’t you close your eyes? 
You know you oughta. 
Just press those lips together tight and zip! 
My lids are getting heavy as you talk. 
So now I offer you this little tip. 
Why don’t you go outside and take a walk? 
The clear night air might open up your mind.
Before you kill the bush you’re beating round. 
You’re killing ME; I hate to be unkind, 
But when I start to doze, I hear that sound . . . 
Yakety, yakety, yakety, yakety, yak. . . 
Please shut your trap. 
We’ve long since hit the sack!

by~ Poet Destroyer

Congratulations for thinking your work is done.
You may be tired  but you’re not the only one.
I sure hope you like spending your time all alone
All the young ones are grown and away from home.
So, I have no choice to yap yap yap' when you're around.
But, I do this to annoy, before my other annoying snoring sound.
Ever since I remember the beauty line is to late.
Don't forget my yapping mouth is what brings dinner to your plate?
But think of the funny way you want me to zip my lips tight.
My yakety yak is what gets me going through the night.
Retire your eyes else where, if you can't hear me out!
Wouldn't you rather me beat the bush, than to hear me shout.
Your ungrateful ways are like a sleeping pill.
Talking to you is like talking to a wall~ " oh! What a thrill!"
Maybe if you say a word or two, your mouth would put me to sleep
So my dear, talking to you is better than counting sheep.

A collaboration with * ANDREA DIETRICH

My collaboration contest

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So many moments of my life have passed.
Some gone without a recognizing nod.
Without a thought that one could be the last,
They were discarded on the thankless ground,
As though a message had been sent by God
Assuring me that more were coming round.

I could have used more wisely than I did
Amounts of time I simply chose to waste.
Today I'd save it in a pot with lid.
I was a carefree girl with artless schemes.
All those lost moments could have been embraced
To be here now to help fulfill my dreams.

So many moments of my life have passed
I could have used more wisely than I did.

Written in Iambic pentameter

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Space and Time

As I sit and ponder on space and time
And seek poetic reason I may find
I'll try and do it with a subtle rhyme
Realize I will lose my anxious mind
While my random thoughts fly across deep space
The time it will take I will not measure
To eternity I'll go and leave no trace
No trail to follow no map for treasure
And seek a heartbeat, time's only counter
Feel its rhythm as I begin to rise
And need to face what I will encounter
The measured days lived are my only prize

I've tumbled through space like a grain of sand
And felt time's movement from its own demand

For the contest Space and Time
sponsored by Anthony Slausen

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Time Ticks On

Time is never on our side, they say it is when we are young
No matter what, time cannot be stopped, shot or hung…
It ticks away in tiny pieces, we never think it will catch us
Until the day it’s nearly gone, and then we start to fuss…

Ticking away, we are ok, it’s not ever going to get me…
Ticking away, each and every day, but we never really see
Time like age we cannot stop we can not wish it back
If we could what would we change- I have nearly lost track…

What would be, if only we, had met some time before
This is heard every day not only from some-but more…
Happiness is measured by time ‘remember’ we used to say
But why must we remember, why can’t happiness be every day…?

A new friend here, a new friend, there only to lose too fast
I wonder should one make new friends, or hang onto the past?
Tick- tock tick-tock tick-tock, I wonder if it will be.
That time will let us meet-my new found friend and me…

A friend is someone yet unmet a pleasure to look forward to
All I ask is that time lets me, meet my new friend that’s you…

©~GG~Oct 2012

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Angels Watching

Hush little baby it's time to sleep
Angels watching over you don't you peep

Listen little dreamer hear this song
Angels watching over you so nothing wrong

Sleep little baby you had your play
Angels watching over you it's time to pray

Now it's time to sleep it's all right
Angels watching over you to keep you tight

Soft is your bed now rest your head
Angels watching over you are by your bed

Now close your eyes and go to sleep
Angels watching over you your soul to keep

Sleep little baby you're about to gleam
Angels watching over you to safely dream

Edward J Ebbs - 10/23/11

Sonnet (little song - 14 lines)
Meant to be sung as a Lullaby to a child...

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Destiny's Perch

In the near future, I am going to add it all up into one big sum.
In the meantime, I am going to gather and collect my own space.
I will sift through seeds or weeds and present an enormous case.
But for sure I will hold onto every single yellow chrysanthemum.

In the near future, I am going to roll it all up sealing it by my thumb.
In the meantime, I am going to sit here with every turned about face.
I will drift through time rewinding the hands back to a God of Grace.
But for sure I will give the world a place my heart is triumphing from. 

Quickly, I will come to you,
And instantly I will be gone.
But injustice shall never do.
Nor shall a lie be my spawn.

Or at the least not on my expedient silver polished dime,
And certainly not while sitting on destiny’s perch in time!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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Characteristic Traits Inherited

C_ Characteristic traits are genetic
H_ He inherited being compassionate
A_ A mouth he had, used language so graphic
R_ Ruff mix vulgarity and passionate
A_ At desperate time in his troubled life
C- Contact with the Savior opened his eyes
T_ Touched by the loving Father eased his strife
E_ Eternally changed became very wise
R_ Raised from the common became angelic
I_ Intellect possessed beyond his learning
S_ Studied God's word to levels to be drastic
T_ Time on earth extended God's rewarding
I_ Inherited characteristic grand
C_ Coupled with Holy Spirit makes man

Contest name:As You Like It
Sponsor: Brian Strand

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A Daughter at her Mother's Shrine

 "come fluttering words, come drifting words to me  . . . "

Dear Mother, for a while now you’ve been gone.
Has time for you seemed long beyond the veil?
For those you left, time painfully goes on.
Oh, Mother, can you hear me where you dwell?

I wish to hear your voice again. How sweet
The sound of it each day when we awoke.
Its dulcet tone each afternoon would greet
us after school. How kind the words you spoke!

Your words would flutter like wings of a dove
When each of us received your goodnight kiss,
And gazing at our dad, your one true love,
Your words, unsaid, shone in those eyes I miss.

Your flowers’ scent I breathe in tenderly
while praying that your words drift down to me.

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Lonely sky

I look to the skies hoping to see a sign
A sign of a stars shining like diamonds
I toss the thoughts of you to the heap of stars
All the happiness dressed with flowers
I took time to remember you singing
A voice so sweet it turned roses yellow
I yelled to the gloomy mountains for you
And light shone like twilight in heaven
Through demons and angels my plea recognized
And I finally feast on your beauty like a vulture
Thou thoughts mingle in space and time
I remembered your dancing eyes with adventure
So keen to let the desires leave the dust
I saw you in the sky strolling like a queen towards eternity

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When We Were Yesterday (Nestorian Sonnet)

Ah not so long ago, when we were us, time was all ours!
We let our spirits happily sway in the great fountain
Of faith, where we etched our own history counting the stars
Fluttered in the night sky. Oh, what a passion we had then!

And I kept you in the rosy earth of my heart so glee.

That when you returned, back from a lady boot shaped country,
And seeing you one day, alone, under the glimmers of
A retreating sun, I hurried my shadow along the
Street of for old time sake to hug you, to express my love.

When I had you there was no such hunger, nor thirst in me.

But now as I embraced you, I hardly felt the warmth of
Your blood. I wonder why; is it ‘cause now a cold season,
Or maybe jet lag still eats you? Sure you’ll take yourself off 
From my reasoning, and be more fixed on your salvation.

* Nestorian Sonnet is a variant form of old sonnet and in it are three quatrains that rhyme, 
with fourteen syllables in each line. Line five rhymes with line ten and it is not necessary to 
end it with a rhyming couplet.

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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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Your Love, My Every Thought

Your Love, My Every Thought

Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
 nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
 never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes

There I may soon see the wonderous sky
 feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
 embrace all woodland glory I may find

Beauty brings soft memories of you
 flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
 my mind soon rested and without a care

I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought

Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014

Syllables Per Line:  10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10  
Total # Syllables:  140  
Total # Lines:  17  (Including empty lines)  
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:   N/A  
Total # Words:  103

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Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.

In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.

This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.

         Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
           In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Soap bubbles float through mid-school breeze that crack our giggles, to the playful night, we dab the sheen film on oak trees or glue bobbed orbs on crushes’ kites And vapor-like, our summers warmly wrap the peek-a-boos squeaking tag games on moonlit field where foams eavesdrop; inviting tricks without a shame Long days collect more popping sprees as sticky piles knot in our hair like wiggles on tanned sun, how free to mess around till burnt cheeks tear The madness of young summer brings under red stars, I feel her bubbles sing. Contest: SKat-Oz's Summer Poems

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Sunken Tears

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

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Summer Fun

Each summer - hurrah! We got out of school.
How much we could do outdoors to have fun.
Kickball we’d play; we’d ride bikes to the pool.
We’d spend nearly all our time in the sun.

Night time would find us outside our homes too
with siblings or with the neighborhood throng.
Sun lingered and there was still much to do
as evenings grew cool and shadows grew long. . . . 

And just before dark enveloped the day,
something would come that enthralled me the most -
small creatures that flitted every which way -
each blinking, then vanishing like a ghost.

I miss seeing fireflies, for it was grand
to catch and then hold one inside my hand.

Written Aug. 29, 2012

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                      Beautiful Lies

        Gazing on your beloved face sublime,
        Love’s mist reflection blazes in your eyes--
        Because I know I have so little time,
        I whisper kisses with the same old lies.
        Each time I vow that I will never leave.
        Tho caught again bereft that I must go.
        The simple truth too cruel to believe
        And hiding truth retains our lovers’ glow.
        Reality is killer to love’s plans,
        No matter how both lovers promised true.
        No man's vision has passion more consumed
        Than my yearning eyes nourished sight of you.
               You slept---and I slipped silent through the door--
               Donned uniform and headed back to war.

 written 12/10/2012  (alternate ending for the 21st centuray average man)

                         Beautiful Lies

        Gazing on your beloved face sublime,
        Love’s mist reflection blazes in your eyes--
        Because I know I have so little time,
        I whisper kisses with the same old lies.
        Each time I vow that I will never leave.
        Tho caught again bereft that I must go.
        The simple truth too cruel to believe
        And hiding truth retains our lovers’ glow.
        Reality is killer to love’s plans,
        No matter how both lovers promised true.
        No man's vision has passion more consumed
        Than my yearning eyes nourished sights of you.
               She sleeps---and I sneak silent through the door--
               Now dare to seek the playoff football score.

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-- James Ph. Kotsybar

The zombies are coming; no one knows why –
no time to ponder such things anyhow.
Apocalypse gives us no time to cry.
Survival is all we can think of now.

They hunt for us in slow, relentless mobs
and push past all our barricades by force.
We stifle our screams and swallow our sobs
to realize we are just their food source.

There may exist a ruling, safe elite –
the privileged who caused our current woes
and watch us as we’re torn apart like meat –
but likely they’re no better off.  Who knows?

For us, they won’t sweep in to save the day.
To them, we never mattered anyway.

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Yesterday's Joy

To find youth has fled, to see the years pass
While we move through time that's stationary
and as we dream in its reflecting glass
The mind grows older and sedentary
Yesterday's ghosts haunt us in defiance
As they ring our heart's bell to hear it chime
Recalling memories, breaking silence
Whisper vibrations with untethered rhyme
Life and time come to see dusk and dawn merge
and enter a world of twilight in peace
To feel the universe within converge
These calling ghosts with their tentacles cease

To grasp moments in the memories held
To grow old as years pass, unparalled

contest Pick a Title..Yesterday's Joy

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Dear Friend

We had only recently met
 It seems I've known you more
 Your mark already set
 Your presence reaching my core
The time we share always a joy
 My faith in friendship renewed
 I covet like a child with a toy
 Or money to the shrewd
Each absence gives time to reflect
 What direction will this take
 A bond of understanding and respect
 Kindness for the very sake
Way too soon to know what will pass
 But I enjoy all sand in the hour-glass

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Journey To the Past

(A Blank Verse Sonnet)

I lie in bed at break of day and wait 
to hear a sound which rings across our land,
a sound unknown in days of long ago
when horses hauled all freight from place to place.

Why do I love to hear that lonesome wail?
My heart beats faster as the sound rings out
above the miles crisscrossed by rails of iron.
Is it because my mind goes back in time

to when our hungry hearts were young and you
came home from "over there," when I packed up
my goods and traveled sixteen hundred miles

by train to be with you?  My mind goes back
in time, parades long strings of scenes when we
were filled with love and free to live as one.

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Nobody is born perfect

At times we say and do things we dont mean, 
we hurt others feelings without wanting to. 
'im sorry' loses its whole meaning. 
at this stage we start looking to undo, 

knowing that it cannot be done, we try. 
But sadly, what's done is done. 
One right doesn't fix a wrong, but why? 
Why is every effort shunned? 

The past will always be brought into the present, 
to remind us of the damage we caused. 
Nothing is forgotten untill and unless, 
time itself heals our flaws. 

Everybody has some reject. 
Nobody is born perfect.

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Moon is my Muse

Throughout my life the moon always been there
I remember it in the Tampa skies
I even saw it at the Bloomsburg Fair
just a little tot in Tampa time flies

The moon shines in Pennsylvania as well
I have looked up on it many of times
Those Tampa days I will no longer dwell
Only thing is living here cost more dimes

And the moon and stars comfort me at sea
The sunset and sunrise was like heaven
Those night time lookout watches moon and me
US skies over Seven Eleven

Yes the moon and I have some memories
I know we both can tell many stories

   Moon is my Muse                                                                        3/05/2013

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Diamonds Are Forever

There’s a diamond in your eye,
like an ocean out of space,
that shimmers like a moonstream
in another time and place.

Glacial blue flames that stir
a smile to a grizzly brute.
A heart filled with dazzling sapphires
makes the gloomy world mute.

Softly, I hear your raindrop voice
whispering on the windowpane
of the time when robin’s eggs two
held my life under their sweet reign.

But now there is only grey.
My fingers talon the callous dirt,
as I try to touch your face
where you’re buried in the earth.

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Passage of Time

Hear the clock ticking? Just clicking away
The seconds and minutes, the hours; the time
Is always moving, the hours make days,
And will 'til the sun decides not to shine.

See the Earth moving? Always spinning round,
Marking the turning of seasons and years.
And yet all this movement makes not a sound;
The ageing Earth cries an ocean of tears.

Feel your heart beating? Loyally pumping
Rich crimson lifeblood throughout all your veins.
But later in life you will find time triumphing,
Your loyal heart ceasing despite what you've gained.

Time will corrupt and will bring forth decay;
Invest in a future that will not pass away.

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We Are But A Mere Blink

We Are But A Mere Blink

This blue marble spins like a top
 ever forward in time, never stop
Yesterday was a picture so long ago
 a bloody river in epic timeless flow

Yet we could never give up our past
 memory serves to make love everlast
Time is so like a never ending tree
 life never lasts and nothing is free

Life measured by the beats of a heart
 future seen looking back at the start 
Flesh wraps the soul so hidden within
 time erases all that has ever been

This blue marble exists for just a mere blink
Mankind lasts forever, or so WE arrogantly think!

Robert J. Lindley  , 08-12-2014

According to research, the universe is approximately 
13.8 billion years old.
Scientists think that the Earth is 4.54 billion years old.
Mankind may be as old as 7 million years.
Most scientists would reply that modern Man probably 
appeared around 100,000 years ago, the culmination of 
a long-drawn process of Darwinian evolution which begun
 several million years ago.
Compare 100,000 years against  13,800,000,000 years!
We are a blink....

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Sixth Sense

Sixth Sense

Binding forces clench my worried mind.
For at times, the distractions shroud the inner lining
difficulty in grasping what my conscious is hiding.
Feeling is unknown, unreal, unseen, one of a kind.

An answer whispers to me but it cannot speak.
The Universe detached from its silent pitch.
Almost indescribable, reality is glitched.
For this moment, the mind is strong yet also weak.

I assert those who ask of this power
“Like animals, they too have a sixth sense.”
Confusing yet intriguing this force is immense.
Tranquility I seek for my thoughts amongst the bowers.

The answers to life perhaps are already drawn.
In this world, for now, we are all just pawns.

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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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I Remember

I remember those moments that we spent together
With a happy and cheerful face thought it would be the same forever.
Never did I imagine nor did I care of
To think of the times when we would be far of.
Even at the times of separation there wasn’t any kind of unhappiness
For never did I experience such feelings of uneasiness.
The thin threads of intimacy were broken at the very moment
When I saw the last of you and sat there to cry and lament .
Sometimes though I did feel assured knowing time was a great healer
But then time also fails to cure the wounds which remain forever.
Inspite of this cruel reality my intuition said something different
Though I knew you would never come back but still I wished something different .
Of course this has now been a part and parcel of my life with the daily happenings going on as ever,
Rarely do you come in my thoughts except for the lonely moments when I remember……..

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The death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all; so few can ever see.

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

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime,
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew.
Life now mundaned, by passing of all time,
there's nothing left the heart would like to do.

     Old man, you're numbered to your final breath
        your rest is not until it's done in death.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet

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Twin Key

June 24th 2010

Twin Key

Hey, help me out here would you please?
Can you show me where all my whys go?
While you are at it search my I told you so.
More so, that alter ego I want you to seize.

Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys.
I tell you something else, do not tell it no.
It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know.
Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze.

Roll out my red carpet,
Spit-shine your shoes,
Sit it down just park it!
Say I depart my blues!

Look out here there is two just like me,
God blessed you! I have my Twin Key.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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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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My Rap Poem

what is my purpose in this thing they call life

i have tried to commit suicide but it seem i didn't die

i'm on the edge of disaster and it seems i have nowere to go

i feel as if a bullet hole is the only way i have to show

but is that what my whole life is what it's made out to be

die by a bullet and be another victim to this society

noone ever listens to my side of the story

see all i ever wanted was the fame and glory

but i guess im just to poor and that's the way it's going to be

i'm never going to make a million records and be in rap history

i'm just white trash and never amount to nothin

that's what everyone told me and now look at me runnin

from something that i allways wanted to be

the only person that loves me doesn't even seem to trust me 

i have no money and i have no job

will somebody at least give me a break and listen to my thoughts

it seems that this world is not ment for me

eather your rich or die trying that's the way it seems

my life iv'e never had a father to be there when i needed him most

it seems as if he never existed as if he was a ghost

my mother see that's another story

see she allways worked and never seemed to have the fame and glory

she would allways bring men home and hope they would be our new daddy

have alot of money and drive an expensive caddy

but no they used to allways beat her

throw her around and allways be cheaters

that's the men my mom would allways bring home

it seems as if it was a never ending road

my brother corey was the only smart one in the family

he got away before his life turned out to be a tragedy

my family is crazy and so am i

no wonder i've tried to kill myself and it seems i won't die

so im down on my knees wondering what i need to do in life

is my life destined to be the next rapper or just another bussiness guy

that's the last thing i want in life so what should i do

please answer my riddle and maybe even solve it to

this is the last thing that i have to say

so i'll make it really short and go on my way

i don't want to live this life and allways be poor

i am willing to go the extra mile and i'm ready to endure

i know this sounds crazy but that i know i'm for sure

please give that chance and maybe you'll be the cure

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The wall clock is rushing me once again,
I hear its incessant quick-talk-quick-talk,
How cold the face while its hands constrain,
Hands that first rebuff then tightly interlock.
Love I’ve not given, not nearly enough,
Morning kept her schedule, rigid and right,
Harried by long lists, poor afternoon chuffed,
Spent evening skipped then tripped over night.
Now I count stars and think on tomorrow,
There bids a much better use of my time,
Peace splints worn bones, enters raw marrow,
Tenders me verse in restorative rhyme.
Words slow hours for poetry welcomes
mere seconds that bring a trace of wisdom

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'Though I've yet to behold your unseen face'

Though I've yet to behold your unseen face
or hear the sound of your unwhispered name,
the thought of you rekindles my embrace
of our fore-ordained meeting all the same.
I often imagine your graceful image,
fondly picturing a beautiful vision
of you--an angel with divine carriage
and a radiant halo that's golden.
I am so in love with the thought of you,
that not even the rifts of space and time 
can halt our meeting when love means two--
I thus love you through this eternal rhyme.
     So abide with patience by knowing this,
     before too long we'll share a loving kiss. 

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Didjeridu, balm for a shattered ego.
Deep, deep downnnn at the source of it all.
A vibration worthy of a throat singer, no,
downnnn, wha, wha, among the oms that fall
from the center of dreamtime found among
the sparks of a dying camp fire and bull roarers
in the wind, when you sing your own song
and no one knows or cares how your spirit soars,
just that it does, and you can see all around 
the world, but...but more than the world, you
travel with the sparks to the stars found
at the beginning of the universe and beyond to
the time before time and before that,that, that!
When all we were, were notes on someone's chart.

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Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer 
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell

Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell

Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes
As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears

Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies
When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears

Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers
Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain 

Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death’s frozen oar bearers
Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again

Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see
Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea

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As i traverse, never know when my sun will retire wholly
  As its gaze bump on whole, to split out my knight errant shadow,
Dusty and encrusted sole of mine, wild creatures hum their pitying elegy like a widow  While colourful grasses rest on their sandy and muddy couch delightfully.

The cloud coming with veiled complexion, my sun must go into bed, 
 The moon surfacing, the exact time for shadowy walkers,
Might stop in your hut to taps your wood like woodpeckers,  
Chide me not, don't let your eyes go red.

For, that which comes to a man goes to another man 
Maybe whirl whirl like wind or yours drizzle drizzle like rain, 
Which thou cannot trick upon, as thou lives among human
For, mankind race is a journey to the same terrain.

For traveller am i since birth put me on 
 Chide me not away, nor my time sit upon.

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In Her Hands Now

From time to time the mould gets broken,
And shatters into unspoken pieces.  Chaos,
The lack of form, supplants the frozen norm.
Relief is sweet, like breathing out a stone.
Each time I stagger to my dizzy feet and climb
back out of that grinding sausage machine,
opening doors, energy forms, release me
Into a wave of darkness and dreams.

Until, invisible hands, guide me, pull me
 Urge me forward, until I can hear
the call, clearly and beyond all doubt,
I jump, I fall, I feel her waiting arms
and disappearing from all, until,
possessed,  I am in her hands now.

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Show me the Way

Well it is like this you see,
I’m against odds they say,
It is in stone or it is in clay.
I fly away to set it all free.

Time does not exist to me.
Money has no cost to pay.
Love is a game folk’s play.
Life is a gift do you agree?

Shooting Stars always fall,
I wish I wish all of it for you.
Wishing on a Star l did call.
I wish blue skies just for you.

But time told this and time told that.
Show me the way with no tit for tat.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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Beneath strands of citrine dangling in the sky arms glitter on a Moulin Rouge display neon bulbs flirt with the Arc spinning high a scenic delight, like tinted colors from Monet And byways float on a flood of traffic yellow unleashing a thousand moths on flames, scenting an evening brushed by Van Gogh as bodies grind on a roulette of voltage frames The parade of magnetic sparklers blaze the café Soon, a flushed crowd tingles on popped wine dazzling in sweet madness, more hours to sashay; while I, I lose myself in a mist of a song’s last line “City of Lights” bathes in drops of fire glowers where new romance thrills starry-eyed lovers © . .. . . Paris night. 11pm ( few years back)

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Surreal, the way a contortionist knots
himself as the escape artist breaks free.  
Uptown, buskers beckon with what-naughts,
drawing thousands. Candyland, sighs New-Dali

at its epicenter, his true element,
and he takes it in: the sword swallower,
blindfolds, jugglers, clowns miming laments,
fire-fed gals, stilted-men and tots taller 

on shoulders. This carnival can endear,
turn heads, but only one with a seer-heart
studies the music box dancer, then swears
that she spins perfect webs with street-smarts.

Mirroring that swivel, awed by his entourage,
He becomes centrum to his own collage.

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(Note: it is rare that I make drastic changes to anything I write, but a friend made some suggestions about changing my poem DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT, and I agree with her. Here is the change, I believe it makes a much stronger poem...and very timely."
Dear Stella, there's your path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.

The peaceful gloom, enveloped by a mist,
all black and gray and shades of morbid white,
accentuates the place your eyes have missed,
where someone waits, who's watched you every night.

This place, where gendarmes warn to be aware,
tonight is more foreboding than you've known,
and so you pause; you look; is someone there?
it's then you realize, you are alone.

The snapping of your heels you hear increase,
as if the hurry puts your mind at peace.

Engulfed, the path leads up and from the Seine,
and then you'll be out of this narrow pit,
but suddenly you feel the eyes again,
much closer than a glove too small to fit.

You struggle with your thinking, in a word,
to flee or just pretend no one is there,
and so you hum a tune you've never heard,
and place your safety in your mother's prayer.

Oh, Stella, Stella, in the spring you'll wed,
your sweet Marie, believe she's at your side,
and you will laugh at all this gloom and dread...
though courage might have found you, it has lied.

The shadows all are moving; you can hear
the breathing of someone who's all too near.

The quiet; crickets sounding no alarm,
but now a drizzle rain cools at your heat,
and tingles flowing down onto your arm
remind you of the friends you'll never meet;

quite suddenly, she's grabbed you from behind,
and muffles any sound you might have found,
you cannot scream, to hurt is in your mind,
but she's too quick, she's pinned you to the ground.

Who is this thing, your lover or your friend,
you might have pained...why does she want you dead?
or is this just someone who brings the end,
you've never known, with killing in her head?

You feel no teardrops, feel no blood nor fright,
there's only pain, then blinding, blinding light....
     © 2003 ron wilson aka veebdosa

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The volatile excerpt reads “The behead-
ings that were carried out by the Isla-
mic State of Iraq and Syria, the 
rage of hate is a control factor for
the power of the leader to be sup-
reme.  Is this the measure of mankind?
The rigor-mortis that lay before us
is a terrorist creed dogma time clock.
None the less than government formed through doc-
trine of Qu’ran and Sunni stated to 
be the divine order of all the land.
al-Baghdadi caliphate is mercen-
ary to the faith of the Middle East.
The rage of hate must be depleted now."

R oused was the first leader and destroyed.
a l-Baghdadi came on board.
G ruesome guerilla killed woman, man, and child for his caliphate.
E quality must be palpability today.

F ear that is caste by ISIS.
O ften is not considered by the people as a terrorist.
R egards are to the governess.

P opulations are nations
E volved to roam.
A spirations are not known.
C aliphate has formed.
E quity is commercial paper not shown.
Penned February 27, 2015!
This poem is a sonnet that is emphasized via an
acrostic for the desired effect on the stated form.

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Flaming Dart

The seconds turn to hours, and the days turn to years
Oh what must I do to stop the aging.
I need to grow, and let go of my fears
I see the clock's pendulum swing, as time has begun fading.
They say with time comes wisdom, but I say its untrue
for the more I progress I feel to fall apart,
I wish I knew everything then I'd know what to do
I see death coming for me, like a flaming dart.
I remember being told that I would live forever
but those were the days when I was naive,
eternal and a fulfilling life, that is my endeavor.
plese tell me why, my dear youth, why must you leave?
So as long as my heart beats, and my lungs breathe,
This life I go on living,
I sure do hope to succeed.

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Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


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Daddy Dear

I recall your pleasant disposition at my every single question
I recall the numerous nights you sat by my bed without an option
I remember the uncountable days you taught me to ride my bike
And the thousand different explanations you patiently told your tike
I still smile at the way you scolded me for arriving home late
The many times you waited hours for me around the front gate
I remember the time when I was in tears you wrote that song for me
And when I thought I could not live anymore, your reasons set me free
Your quirky laughter, your solid tears, your every single utterance
I love the way you always have a way of making me feel so nice
Daddy dear I dedicate this poem of mine to you
For all the many times for me you stood in the queue
For all the stories you told to me before you put out the light
And for all the waiting up for me on those so many a night
I still recall the many times you chastised me for my each err
At the time I thought you loved me not but now I know better
You still take the time to call even though I sometimes forget
You still make time for my little ones, into your heart you let
You always cared enough for me always lent a loving ear
Still each and every day, you are my daddy dear

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Times Three

You are but a noun do you know?
Inside of you lie me, myself, and I.
Residing in light of your naked eye,
This is how divine seeds sow a row.
Sown high or low,
So do not be shy.
And do not sigh.
And never, let go.
Orient yourself times three,
To person place and time!
You are rooted like a tree,
And it is secured to climb!
Who is that light form living inside of you?
And who is that silent one that you talk to?
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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A Time

A time awaits me
A time I will think of this time and laugh
A time far away
A time long ahead I dream of
A time I will have the world
A time nature will dance my tune
A time birds sing my rising
A time my bed a river becomes
A time songs of my praise abound
A time women will think lonely of me
A time beyond imagination
A time I am angel to men
A time to forget the present
A time never to be

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Eritrean Softball Game - 1959

One painful hot, and  Eritrean day,
More happenstance, than anything we'd planned,
Our softball field, was moulded in the clay
Of Africa, the time forgotten land.

Behind a chain link fence, they came to see,
We sailors of the Ocean having fun.
While they, ten hundred, maybe more, than we,
black faced and wringing sweat, laughed at the sun.

Anticipation we'd not heard before,
Rose to their high, just when the ball was hit,
And made us give our best, of ship and shore,
Because we knew they were enjoying it.

How sad to know, we've lost the friends we'd made,
Down through the years, for lack of any shade.
© Ron Wilson

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The Fear Of Listening

Of all the scary sights that we behold,
The measure of our fear remains unmatched.
And even with the most horrendous mold,
We cast away the scene our mind has patched.

But shut the very eyes from which you see,
And darkness will indulge your mind for free.
For darkest shadows that inspire fear
Loom not in what you see but what you hear.

But spite the fear and listen through and through
With time you breach the sound with crimson blade.
For there exists so much to frighten you,
That in the end you cease to be afraid.

The time will come when fear will pass with grace.
And chimes become the tears of glassy space.

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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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Bedtime Lullaby

Bedtime Lullaby 

Lullaby, sweetie pie; time to rest little darling. 
I love you very much; you bring joyfulness, my dear. 
Melodies upon the breeze sing sweet songs for you, caring. 
Go to sleep little dear because your bedtime is near.

Lullaby, and sleep tight; time to rest little darling.  
I love you very much; I am glad that you are here. 
Stars above send their shine now that bedtime is nearing.
Close your eyes; go to sleep.  Sweet dreams soon will bring cheer.

Lullaby little one you will wake up again, soon.
God is watching from above angels send all their love.
Time to sleep little one by the light of the night moon.
Go to sleep, never fear; God is watching from above.

Lullaby, sweetie pie; time to rest little darling.
Lullaby, little child go to sleep, lullaby.

(Hum 9 measures @3/4 time, fading to the end.)

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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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New Mom

Inside my stomach I feel the flutters, I don't know what to think 

so I watch other mothers. 

Our future uncertain - yet an exciting mystery. 

I can not wait to meet you, I wonder if you will look like me!

A child's love I have been told is the purest kind of love, like gold.

Is it true? I hope I feel such love from you.

Of course I'm nervous and scared, but if you think I'm bad,

well you should see your dad!

He loves you already, that is what he often tells me.

In nine months time the mystery will be solved,

October will be a time for smiles with all involved. 

(any advice would be helpful)

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It's twilight again, the time for magic.
transitions, changes, oh, I love them all.
Lightning in the air, shade induced panic,
something is burning, I just caught the smell!
Tree silhouettes in the late orange sky,
a cat making the last sweep of garden
before settling in, expectations fly,
what will the night bring, will it still frighten,
enlighten or just be dark as usual?
Day, night, we understand as their hours drag.
There is plenty of time to study all
their inhabitants habits. Try to bag
the elusive spirits of the twilight
or its opposite, those are hard to sight!

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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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My Super Sonnet

April 28, 2010

My Super Sonnet

Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.
Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.
So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.
Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.
Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.
Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.
You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.
Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?

I am going to think about you on this full moon.
Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.
Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.
Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!
Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.
Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!

® Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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A Heart Unchained

A heart there is, whose love your heart contained
A time there was, and in that time I changed
Oh glorious day! When ears first heard your name,
a song of brilliant iridescent flame.

A day there was, and for that day I praise
the sight of your sweet graceful gentle ways:
a butterfly’s descent in summer’s light,
its lovely wings afloat in airy flight.

A life there was; my life’s no longer mine,
one passion, one desire--both entwined
I live, I breathe--imagining how much
this treasure is, each moment with your touch.

     A soul there is, whose love my soul proclaimed
     A love there is, whose heart your love unchained.

Rhys Matthew Farren
June 13, 2011
for Francine Roberts' "Sonnets, Sonnets, Everywhere!"

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Santa Scrooge

(an oldie "light" sonnet)

The Santa that I know is not so nice.
If there's a gift I tell him that I'd like,
he only will complain about the price,
and when December comes, he goes on strike!

For Santa is no sweet and jolly gent.
For instance, when it's time to do the tree,
he hates to have to bring it from the basement;
I trim it then without the grumble-bee.

It hurts my back to put up outside lights,
But I don't bother my "dear" Claus for that.
And so our house stands naked through the nights
of Christmas time ‘cause Santa is a rat!

My Santa Baby's great at subterfuge.
So ho, ho, ho for me.  I married Scrooge!

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I Want To Come First With You

Every morning I walk pass through this ‘little’ lady
I make a mental picture of a heart shaped flower
Held in my hands; close to my heart; am willing to offer her
I make every eye contact count like every dance a street of my heart
I seem to have that dim; dreadful silly obscure look
Each time I see her from afar coming
Every time we work pass by; and I fail to be a man; to speak
I hear the music banging in my brain; then I conjecture good moments to come
When I will stop playing someone else’ part; a part alien to me
I think of holding her hands like we are standing on the mountain soil and saying
You’re my work set; I want to come first with you
In my soul and brains I feel a cabin fever for not being a man
She is like a lover my heart seeks; someone to make a promise to
In the wonderland where two lovers make vows knowing they are too closely knitted.

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Bending Time

Bending Time

Bending Time is an act that Spirits can do,
as easy as lifting your fork is for you.
See Time is their realm; it’s the world they live in,
each second to them comes and goes at their whim.

But Angels as Spirits know little of Space,
as they wing through the ages, unburdened by place.
Their now, and their then, and the future they see,
but touching an atom, for them, cannot be.

So too challenged is Man, from our limited view,
when we think about Time its through Space we look through.
Our world is all flesh, all matter, all things,
melding Air, Water, Earth, with a Fiery sting.

We are gifted it seems in this fabric of life,
as we carve and we cut with our own hand held knife.
 Man shapes his own space, constructing his nest,
just slaving away, pursuing progress.

Every nail, every screw, all the machines that we make,
all the air, all the food, all the forest we take,
means nothing to Time who just passes along,
bemused by the Angels and their perfect sung song.

All the things that you hold, are soon gone to the past,
what matters man makes, can never long last,
fore Time is eternal and Space it is not,
what breathes and does eat is destined to rot.

But since substance is space, it needs time to evolve,
to improve for the better, it’s man’s mission to solve.
All those visions you have as you toss and you turn,
are timeless taught teachings, God wants you to learn.

It’s with Spirit’s great mind you are guided through Time,
it’s not straight, it’s not curved, its not even a line.
It’s a dimension you see, a transfer of sorts,
where Time, Space, and Thought all open their ports.

Know your world’s always changing through the toil of your Soul,
“As You Think, So You Do,” it’s your God given role.
Quell your self-centered Ego.  Who can truly say “My”? 
Let Time talk to your essence, whispers Love to your “I”.

You must trust in the Angels that ride timeless wings,
enlightening your Soul, heed the truth that they sing.
All the thoughts of the ages, all the wisdoms so true,
are yours for the learning when Time echoes through you!

                                               Sam Shada 

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Old Soul

In that we are all a vassal to age,
  No sceptre or mitre can set us free;
And no atonement can old time assuage
  Or rail against its synchronicity!
For ever decreasing circles besot
  The cognisance of what and who we are:
Yet I am not paled to what time begot,
  But wise to your end and your exemplar -
Of all our earthly labours and pleasure,
  And all that was ventured and lost or won!
For insofar love is the true measure,
  I shall be its keeper when you are gone.
Alas, no mortal thing this world outlast,
Yet still the risen sun your shadow cast.


Dedicated to my father.

November 2010

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October's Crown

The growing dusk draws this fall day to term.
October crowned in warmth and brilliant light.
The sun across it arc shines to confirm,
that these fall days be passionate and bright.

Heroic are the colors autumn wears.
Yet, soon its rich-hued robe will fade away,
to know the sting of winter's icy airs.
We wish our coldest season would delay.

The gleanings of these golden days are rich.
We hold such gifts within our hearts, sublime.
Nostalgia is the providence from which,
we warm our souls the span of winter-time.

Hold fast, through dormant season, sharp and cold.
Soon, warmth will grace spring's light to be extolled.


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The Words That Hurt

A person starts a rumor and it spreads,
It spreads like fire fueled by diesel gas,
It leaves people crying in their beds,
The fire spreads faster on very dry grass,
The time passes by but nothing changes,
The receivers of abuse get no help,
They don’t like to have hurtful exchanges,
They don’t like to shout, they don’t want to yelp,
As time proceeds the pain will not die down,
It will keep on going until the end,
In their tears they will eventually drown,
Little do they know help’s around the bend,
God heard all of their countless fearful cries,
They no longer live with tears in their eyes.

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Laughing Devil saddens me on happy a occasion

Was having gala time with friends in Niece's marriage function 
Spirited friends thought of having bhang* for fun of rarity 
Greedy of mild floater effect, scary of hangover, finally gave in for fun 
Toast raised with glass of 'bhang', few more and began party  
Intoxicated, Laughing Monster seized me, laughed with insanity 
Friends tried all to normalise laughing tantrum 
But monstrous laugh only gained momentum 

Panic mounted, as I was summoned by Panditji*for marriage ritual  
As a maternal unclr, had to perform customary ritual with bride-groom  
Stuck with intoxicated laugh, but serious was ritual, embarrassed one and all   
Gained normalcy post ceremony, cursed self, all fired, pity having no room  
Pledged never to indulge in bhang, took a life-time vow soon 
Marriage album without my ritual snap, still condemns me  
Memory of laughing devil, on happy a occasion still saddens me  

PS (*) :
a) Bhang - Indian hemp, a milk concoction, having potential of queer intoxication 
& narcotic effect. Intoxication high results in mad indulgence of repetitive action 
for many hours. The action, one is engaged in at the beginning time of knock-out 
state perpetuates for many hours e.g if one was laughing... he will continue to 
laugh for many hours....   

b) Panditji – Priest performing marriage ritual


Rhyme scheme : a-b-a-b-b-c-c

( Entry for Members contest – The Devil made me do it by Thvia Shetley)

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C'est la vie

Late 80s, Quebec, Ville de Lasalle, A piece of my life, a piece of me, I left behind; Fait accompli. What I miss most? Je ne sais quoi! Cartoons! Lagaffe, Robin Dubois! Bicycle rides with my good friends, Next to the river, along the bends. I left behind a piece of my life…

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Soonn Deux

On the sands of time

How will his feet print on the sands of time?
The query he is so bothered to ask
Emirates, ere hit and run dashes his rhyme
And creates deep holes of vast pending task.

Will those little lights yet glow when he’s gone?
Or will they die off when he’s in that hole?
This, he meditates in his deepest lone,
Scribbles verse, should unexpected grips whole.

Placer orb was where he conceived this tongue;
Whence his momentary opt to torch the ground
Ere it will be too late to dong a gong-
Then the planet will guest still air of sound.

For the world abrupt visitors, he scribes
This anon writ, ere God sends His un-bribes.

©A.O, 4/3/2014.

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Breaking Down Barriers

The day has come to hear the inner voice
Once whispering now yelling it out loud,
The time has come to make a simple choice,
Or drown in shame and forget to be proud.
For years it has been tugging at my heel.
Until I kicked it down and turned away,
Too scared to face the truth and how I feel,
The time for love would come another day.
Yet now the day has come and I feel fear,
Afraid of passion taking o’er my heart,
All senses lost as thoughts now fall apart
But worse, the fear of not having her near.
All barriers broken by her sweet touch,
For her, the girl I love beyond too much.

Form: Australian Sonnet

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Nature's Way

In the morning or in the night the shadows appear.
Some are dark and some invisible to the naked eye.
They stroll around and about with distance up high.
They follow covering you never knowing their near.
Look to the trees where empty spaces reveal clear.
You can see their eyes and their moods as they fly.
A penetrating stare with a glare with the winds sigh.
Run or stand but you’re in an open space of a sphere.
Nature’s way is coming up to you,
Open your eyes being able to see,
Hope and pray you catch this view.
Hidden in between freedom is free.
Catch many glimpses of this shade,
That way tomorrow will never fade.
© Copyright:  Ann Rich   2007

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Super Sonic Sonnet

            Super Sonic Sonnet

Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier                 
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar   
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique

What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls 
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre 
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all

Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead 
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades 

Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts

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Drifting In the Hale-Bopp

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

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

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

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

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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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For children in love

I carry in my heart, a little little clock
And when I move, it makes tick-tock,
never belatedly and always the same
either I am asleep or playing a game.
But one day, the clock did only tick
and no tock, I was worried and sick,
I went to see my doctor after a cure:
I would not die he held, I said: sure?
Of course I am sure, Your heart is fine
the blood runs swiftly, ruby as red wine,
All that happened is natural, calm down
There is no reason to worry or to frown:
While loving, a broken clock is never late,
Now buy her flowers and sweet chocolate.

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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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A Homecoming

I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days. How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place. At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room. But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed. Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision. As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision. Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed. His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread. I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day. But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears. As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears. I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love, embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above. * This is all true. I held my dad's hand and sang to him as he took his last breath. It may have been angels or my dear grandma coming to take him home. I only know that I felt comforted by my dad's peace. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012 First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle) Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)

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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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The Smokestacks of Auschwitz

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.

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The Embracing

I cut through tedious chit-chat,
Null knick-knacks!
Zap Idiotic whacks!
I tip toe tapping atop pitters pat.
I’m your best bet seated where you once sat.
Smearing out your tad-bit lacks,
Running them out by the packs,
I tip my hat fancying you purr like my fat-cat.

Up and away my hands shall uplift weights like you.
In and out of reality I’ll take you with me everywhere.
If only you knew how well I’m too do getting through.
Do you think one day to obtain me to be eh unaware?

Personally, I’d charge a big fat whacked out idiotic fee for the likes of thee,
I’m declared as freely expressing many pleasures for the embracing of me.

® Registered: 2010 Ann Rich

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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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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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UNAPPRECIATING 11-20-2012 acrostic-ENGLISH Sonnet

Unwilling to trade her time for my rhymes?
Needless to say, this is never the way
Any Poet earns a flirtaceous dime,
Paid whenever efforts are made each day.
Perhaps this task could be too much to ask
Right now. How much time does it take to make
Efforts? Escort sadness behind my mask,
Creating a debating heart that breaks.
Insensitive or misunderstood acts
Always cause questions to be asked of each,
Teaching us to, first, straighten out the facts,
Instead of letting truth get out of reach.
Not showing the things that need to be shown,
Gets in the way of things that should be known.

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Is time a spiral stairway that we climb
Whose unendingness we seek to borrow
To the last wrought syllable of our rhyme
Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow -
The fusion of the future with the past
In dizzying dimensions ever new
Which hurl us headlong in a void so vast
That what we view as false appears as true?
We must peer through bars forever blocking
Upon the threshold of our promised land -
At the gates of eternity knocking -
Outside we stand - albeit hand in hand.
   Through the rush of time we’re ceaselessly swirled.
   How heartless is the transience of this world!

 – Harley White

< October 7, 1999 >

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With respect there’s nothing I will omit
saying I love you within this poem,
every word I write weaves in orbit
whilst time casts its spell, old age the victim.
But to you with eyes so bright hopes convey
confident words from the heart will remain,
although long time since, this love knows no sway
whilst together we stroll down sunset lane.
The bond we share sincerely holding hands
each day gladly passes from smile to smile,
abound with joy in our star cross lands
thanking God every step of the mile.
If only I could live this life again
a reflection of these moments always!.

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It Has Always Been

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

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

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

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

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'By-Pass' to 'Surpass' era has begun

Was absolutely healthy, fit and fine     
With Lifestyle of jogging, gym, laugh & be merry   
One day ... alarm bell rang at odd time       
Angiography led to Heart’s Bypass Surgery    

Situation critical, Heart went under scalpel 
Reports, X-rays, Veins cut, Grafts inserted 
Operation successful, Health went on to propel  
Heart overhauled, new lease of life injected 

Am absolutely healthy, fit and fine   
With Lifestyle of diet discipline and stress no more 
Every day.... alarm bell rings in time 
For Yoga, Mind-Body-Soul now peaceful, blissful to core 

Operated, for Others Life's countdown has begun 
Rejuvenated, to me Era of "By-Pass" to "Surpass" has begun   

Sonnet Rhyme scheme - abab cdcd efef gg 
HM in Members Contest - How will you Stand by Drakes Eszes

By Hitendra Mehta

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Vast Love

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

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One Seed

I planted a seed and it grew and grew.
It grew so high touching a cloudy sky.
With one main branch it sprouted high.
I cut it down telling myself I’m through.
But that main branch stayed so true.
I started watering daily at noon nigh.
And I would always wave good bye.
I can’t even tell you the birds it drew.
That branch was awesome.
Every day a new leaf to see.
Always a flowering blossom.
New blooms would always be.
It is amazing at what one seed can do.
Even those seeds lying inside of you.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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Only The Strong Will Survive

God gives not peace, it's only dreamt by man,
in all the world ,brought from catastrophe,
all things are made, since time was first began
by things upheaved so new life comes to be.

The weak must fail, be eaten by the strong,
and losers die the death along the way,
so new life grows, even if it is wrong,
there is no time the poor will have to play.

The lion who will lay down with the lamb,
will have a feast before the day is done,
and all the world will never give a damn,
nor care about the giants and their fun.

        The hunter takes his aim and fells the dove
          the weak in life are only dreaming of.

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A Minute to Midnight

the time clicks on amid the toil and pain
it never stops to pause with mercy now
and if it had a mind it'd go insane
and stop to wipe the sweat off of its brow

with eyes to see from ever since its dawn
time witnessed things that it and God could see
down through the ancient eras now long gone
destruction's path has never ceased to be

the beauty of an earth so rich and good
was made by God with love for humankind 
He held back judgment longer than He should
to give lost hearts a chance to change their mind 

   the time is now a minute to midnight 
   look unto Him and He will give you light

September 8, 2013
Copyright © 2013 H. L. Smith

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The Call of Father Time & Forever is a Concept

Part 1: The Call of Father Time 

Will no one hear the call of Father Time?
That cruel, sadistic giver and taker away
For matter flows from place to place in time
Then forms in you to give your life away
Now Father Time is calling out in haste
says: "Children of the cosmos, waste me not!"
Yet still we cry: "My life has gone to waste!"
Reminiscing on the times that Time forgot
Though time is standing still for all the lovers
It's moving like an acid trip for most
And approaching like a gallows for the others
While the lovers watching on propose a toast
So Father Time is hanging like a noose
But no one fears the rope when hanging loose

Part 2: Forever is a Concept

Forever is a concept that we lust for
But all that exists in time is here and now
So ask yourself, which one of these you trust more
Then stare at Time's cold eyes and take a bow
For the moment, matter binds together in us
In a moment, it will bind in something new
For Time, it's atoms to atoms and dust to dust
Yet here I sit awaiting something new
"Hurry up Time, I'm waiting" we all say
And Father Time grants every single wish
"Be careful, children of the cosmic fray"
"In the future you will wish you never wished"
Let the clock that's ticking loudly be a sign
To hear the pleading call of Father Time

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My house is leaking; doors and walls are pale
With faded paint. The floor is full of stains
I asked the owner, “Mend the problems pal
I can’t live here in this dirty dungeon

He snubbed me cool, “It’s all at your expense
You do yourself or just vacate at once
I cobbled here and there and daubed some paint
Yet looks the old abode stupid and faint

Elapsed years this way and my relic
Is crumbling now beyond any repair
It’s time I look for some new hiding niche
In my locale here or someplace somewhere

Ready I’m now to move to my new home
A kind and beautiful mother’s snug womb

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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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Long Ago

Long ago and far away
I had a love I thought was true
But he did not beside me stay.
His love waned, while mine grew.

Another time, another place
But right here in my memory.
I reach to touch his dear face
Then like a dream, it's gone from me.

It seems as in another life.
So much time has now passed.
Loneliness cuts like a knife
Since the time I held him last.

I was alive for that brief time
When I was his and he was mine.

written june 11/2011

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second-hand life

sitting on the hand of now
taking in the view of life
riding forward steadily somehow
cutting now with a well-timed knife

passing by numbered days and hours
passing minutes with our eyes a'blink
passing seconds to the past devoured
passing time quicker than you'd think

sweeping continuously toward the what
sweeping around life's circled face
sweeping quarters around life's quad
naturally sweeping toward life's erase

the time bequeathed to each is precious
riding through times of a life capacious

© Goode Guy 2012-12-04

capacious: (adjective) large in capacity

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Words swam before my eyes
You never returned my calls or answered Why,
Thought of all the promises that have turned to be lies
Didn’t get time to say our byes
No matter my hurt, didn’t want you to hear my cries
The sunken cheeks, teary eyes and the sighs
Are all signs of how deep the wounds lie
Even in my dreams never would I have seen your vice
When friends have turned out to be spies
There is little they deserve than utter despise
Your betrayal caused my trust and faith to slowly die 
The scars you inflicted will heal as time flies
Try as I might to console my mind
The empty nest reminds me of the greatest folly of my life.

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Is There A Place

Is there a home beyond 
this market place
Is there a fort beneath 
these 'Westing' seas
Is there a time when man 
shall bask in grace
Is there a time for flow'r-
o'erflow appease.

I speak in tongues as 
wisdom ploughs no way
But tread confused, the 
breath of yonder men
I speak in tongues for 
cheerfulness to stay
But tread confused and 
seek comforting den.

Is there a place where 
screams are heard and 
I ask the lurking crowds 
of sunder waves
Perhaps a citadel on 
Heaven's belt
Beyond the reach of grief 
and lusts of graves.

Conclusion stands a curse 
and silence, worse
Is there a place of mirth 
and mild discourse?

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Remember the Day

Remember the day when conversation strikes
Between the two of us for the very first time
Back then, I had no inkling of your likes
The way you know not of my love for lime

Remember the day when you first called me
I picked up the phone at the very first ring
We chatted freely from the trees to the sea
And together this ballad we start to sing

Remember the day when I'm asked to be your girl
I was blushing and grinning from ear to ear
Till now, you are still as precious as the pearl
Just like the first day we dated last year

Remember this special day of the many few
When I tell you just how much I Love You!

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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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Denied by a child’s interruptions, sleep
hoodwinks from heavy stars, spurns my invites.
Exhaustion bleeds me dry while hours creep,
No chilled belladonna nor quill of midnight.

Restless from less rest, I mentally pace
But words fall flat, truth, they all fall flat,
And each white page turns, does an about face,
They’ve spotted a mind too blank for combat.

A thousand lines hide from a drained pen
and yet mothers know life’s priorities,
We give of our time until all is spent
on love, leaving us fulfilled yet empty.

My girl stole a heart then inspiration,
So verse pouts, awaits her maturation.

** Please, if you read this, send a smile or a nod or even a prayer or a "It'll get better! Hang in there, Mom" I need a rally ... my battery isn't low. It's dead.

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Vacation Spot

Spenserian sonnet

To Trundle Beach we turn to find our fun
with fam'ly on vacation ev'ry June.
Relaxing, romping, ready for some sun,
we traipse the trails with youngsters before noon

then nestle down for babys' naptime croon.
We find the time for each of our four boys,
yet treasure time alone, a honeymoon.
It's tough adjusting to the constant noise.

When adolescents share their digi-toys
we feel our age; they show us how to text.
No way we can compete with cyber joys.
We've pondered year by year, "What can come next?"

When June has passed and gone, we beg for rest
with mixed emotions, we leave Trundle blessed.

9 - 10

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Wintric time is now  slippopherous and the slithey  snowlerimon
Is experiented  with the newly-arrived  vernality in the air.
His  triple anno-duodecimalisation  period is in terminfication
Which has  megaramifications  and blerious  implifications bare 

For the floracious and faunacious spread of  life-and-growthicity
The next few anno-duodecimalisation periods will  encertain
The success of the seminal vesicles of herbatorial and floribundial growthity
And the ground-coveration will soon be overspread with leavy-fruitain.

Treedonry, tall and gloribundant  shall   castigate their shadowsmith
Across  meadowfields  so  mertile and bloductive.  Soon the triple 
Anno-duodecimalisation of the pre-wintric  time  will proviso  us with
All the beautiflic   and delicioned   harverted  produce  from our farmliple:

Making us readified  for the oncoming wintric time, a periodontary  
Of slippopherous and slithey  snowlerimon, coldpainly  beyond comparicary.

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Sonnet On the Doubters

(This is called Double Rhyming  Sonnet. The front of
the lines also rhyme abab, etc.)

Oh, who can say when time began or ends?
The universe engulfs all creatures here.
But you can see how sun’s glow ever blends
to moonlight in time’s never ending sphere.
And when you think our world has learned it all,
new cosmic truths emerge to show man’s fate,
so then you realize we are so small. . . . .
but jaws of everlastingness await!
They gape, and though you see no end in sight;
you think that all is finished when we die?
Escape from dreary earth means taking flight.
A wink is time spent here! You won’t deny,
when face to face with God, that life’s not done!
In space of endless grace, it’s just begun.

For Brian Strand's Contest: Your Favourite Form

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Today I'm missing you

Blue morning, bare foot on the garden grass, 
wet dew between my toes as I make my 
way amid misty plays that softly pass
through familiar words of days long gone by.

If I could save time goes through me rippling,
a breaking wave on lost dreams broken shore
dragging yesteryears sharp splinter, catching
me missing you as countless times before.

If in your imperforate life I placed
myself, would the mirrors sharp fractured shard 
that returns to haunt, melt and be erased 
and blessed sunshine’s beam complete my heart.

Or has time distorted dreams old and new  
I know not, but today I’m missing you 

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An Early Lesson

I was very young and so small in size,
I sat by the mud, constructing some pies.
My mama came out of the kitchen door.
It was time for afternoon lunch at four.
She called my name, for she needed me then
To help carry lunch to our hungry men.
I had dried my pies in the summer sun.
I selected two that were nice and done.
Something made me do it, I don’t know why,
I called out to them, “We are bringing pie."
Happy faces fell at the pie we brought.
I knew I’d done something I hadn’t ought.

Their baby sister changed a bit that day
The first time she felt empathy that way.

For Thvia"s "The Devil Made me Do It." contest

This is a true story I couldn't get into fourteen lines 
what a deep impact that it had on my life.

No one ever said anything to me to make me feel bad
 about what I had done and I am sure it was forgotten 
years ago by everyone but me.  When I saw the
 down cast look on the faces of my young, 
beloved brothers, I felt so deeply rueful 
that I have not forgotten in oh these so
many years.  The Devil may have made me do it, 
but God was there to turn it into a lesson.

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by rites

by rites we come into now
by rites we leave into then
by rites we mark the in between
by rites maybe we start again

by rites we say "I love you"
by rites we bring on progeny
by rites we launch into unknown
by rites we cleave dichotomy

by rites we celebrate today
by rites we mark contrast
by rites we are carried away
by rites we remember the past

by rites we reverently resolve
so, by rites kept, life revolves 

© Goode Guy 2013-01-04

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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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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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Time Has Carried Me

Time has carried me so close to old age
Will acceptance be added to my traits
Accepting comfy shoes, not latest rage
Having become old__many varied weights

Hobbling to a electric grocery cart 
Every time  visit Wal-Mart, grocery
Definitely does not look very smart*
But time hasn't carried to cemetary

What about cane or horrible walker
Acceptance with time maybe be mellow
Maybe even become a sweet talker
Or cataract surgery_ odd fellow

Time has carried me_acceptance my plea
Live my life with grace and each day with glee

(Chic, fashionable)

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Granted and Given

It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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All Bits Are Off

             ALL BITS
The world we have today is built upon
what no one in our time has even seen
much like the faith some think is dead and gone
it make's the world go round, just like it's been.

it's in a time that's neither night nor day
the very basis of simplicity
it's on or off, there is no other way,
it's black or white, there are no shades to see.

It's something or it's nothing, naught or one,
and lives in it's own time, of cyberspace;
the distance in between what's going on,
and what we're coming to, the hyper-race.
There are no limits to what we will be
      until all bits are off, and then we'll see.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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Ballroom Gown Moment

Pastel pink ballgown floats on horizon
Belle of the ball accompanied by gray gents
Dancing into early morn, roosters sing on
Still accented by soft entertainment

So swiftly has the dance floor changed to light
Like life that changes slipping up on us
A mother bird busied herself with bright
Eyes and wide mouths, then gone is little fuss

Cool is the morn, damp the air_ comfortable
Soon the golden sun will warm the air, chase
Away the chill, send me inside unable
To enjoy nature, But God's presence is in place

A few ballgown minutes, time moves onward
Thank you for this time in heart undergird

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

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

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

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

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Jack of All Trades

At work 
I slave away
And during the day 
I read, I watch
I plan, I dream
Setting goals 
Making everything seem
That in a few years it will all come together
But in a few years will all of this matter?

I’m a jack of all trades
But a master at NONE
I slave away 
Until the day is done
But for what?
For who?
Am I doing all of this Just to have something to do?

I ask, I pray, I watch
No time for fun
Not until ALL my work is done
In hopes to better my future
In hopes to better myself
Not leaving my dreams to be lived by someone else

I’ve read all the books
I’ve done all the classes 
I’ve listened to the masters instead of the masses
7 steps to wealth 
12 steps to riches
The “keys”, 
The “wisdom”,
 The “knowledge”, 
The “tickets”.
The ticket to the money train
The key to the treasure box
I’m overwhelmed by all this “want this” & “want not”
Who am I?
Who will I be?
I guess only God can look in and really see.

Maybe I’m looking over all the important things
Maybe my “riches” aren’t exactly what they seem
Maybe it’s love, patience, giving and kindness
Maybe its overcoming life’s struggles, chaos, and madness
Maybe it’s in the strength of my mind over the dismay of the world
Maybe it’s in my parenting of my sweet, teenage girl

All this time I thought I had failed
I thought my ship to success had already sailed
I thought I was a jack of all trades and a master at none.
But my kid said, “No, Mom, you’re wrong.
You’re a master at one.
You raised me right, you raised me well. 
You’re a great mom! I can tell.”

Wow, well people do say
You can’t buy happiness
And I’m one of the few
That believes this is true.
For all the work, learning, and adding action to plans,
I’ve found that I’m rich in character, integrity, and helping my fellow man.

So I stopped thinking of all this “wasted” work I had done over the years
I realized that through the blood, sweat, pain, and tears
That my efforts, dreams, and goals weren’t in vain
Instead of money, homes, cars and other material things
I got something that money cannot buy, 
A daughter
Beautiful, smart, and wise.

Yes, I’ve mastered something 
And this something is great!
And here I thought it was way too late
Yes, I’m a jack of all trades
But now I’m a master at ONE!
In all my years 
I’ve become a great mom!

I’m truly a success
Because of you Jess!

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

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

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

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

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You so love me

In the sudden hotness of the day
The bench beside the roses seemed set right.
We sat and talked about the flowers so gay,
and whether Love is visible to sight,

The flowers seemed more beautiful and rare
Than any flower I've dared my eyes rest on.
I welcomed them with bold yet merry stare.
Ah,all too soon bright summer will be gone.

The sun was at the apex of the sky.
We caught the moment like a netted fish.
And as we looked the broad white clouds blew by.
All we can do is wish and wish and wish,

Now back to dishes,socks and "what's for tea?"
I live so well because you so love me.

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Eternal Sparrow

Two thousand years ago a tiny bird
Loved by a Roman beauty met his death.
Catullus, a poet, was by passion stirred
And penned light lines, as fresh as baby’s breath.
“She loved him more than her own eyes,” wrote he,
“For he was gentle.” Furthermore he told
Of their affection pure that held the key
To sacred love, precious to her as gold.
That sparrow and his mistress live anew,
In everlasting, perfect adoration.
Catullus told their tale. There’s no adieu
And their true bond still offers inspiration.
A poem can send echoes throughout time,
To touch our hearts today with love sublime.

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Partition of the Day

The dawn makes fools of us all.
It fills us half full like open barrel drums
left out in the rain. There's no excuse,
except to say: we stand
among crystalline mist, the yawning light
teasing us to immortality. We prune angels
with gravel and future memories in our pockets,
like poltergeist stars. Midday reaks of sweat to us.
Dinner--an inextricable film of causality.
At night our dreams exist as double entendres.
Only in the stretching illumination, the ensemble
of spectral waves and negation, are we
forever beings of suspension, beings of bent light,
constantly unable to know inelasticity, and here is where we live.

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

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

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

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

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It seems so very long ago and yet like yesterday
We stood as one and made the vow to love and to obey

Then sealed this vow as things are done ‘until at death we part’
And at the time it never crossed my mind or found my heart

That such a vow has not the power to stand throughout the years
For as time passed, dreams turned to ash and laughter turned to tears

Tears born of little things that slowly took the will to strive
Until a pointless game it seemed to keep our love alive

But near the end a whisper came, “Don’t give up. There’s a way”
“The Savior died and rose again, and so will you someday”

And I’m not sure just why I‘d never had that thought before
But like a hand, it reached inside and opened up the door

And showed me what the Lord has always meant for love to be
A seed that spouts in life…but then grows on eternally
                                                                      …Jeff Bresee

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at once

instant is such a pointed word 
the sharp of now and no return
by nano by pico the bold and meek go 
forward sweeping seconds at a time

we're now right up to the edge
of no return to back before
no rewind to mind and no back door 
the past is history, nothing more

sauntering jaunty or running ragged
we crease the fold of here and now
singing seniors from babies babbled
we all can be at this time somehow

and turn around to what once was now
to see ourselves, riding time's prow

© Goode Guy 2013-07-11

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The Just of Me

The just of me is a special magic seed you see.
It has long drawn out roots branching off fruit.
The more you eat the more you will follow suit.
The just of me is why my life was meant to be.

I can steal a moment and shiver on your knee.
I can laugh or I can cry and sustain the mute.
I am loaded I tell you my seed carries the loot.
I’ll sprinkle maybe a dash up to a shining key.

I am counted in and out at the very same time.
Early in the morning or late at night, time I am.
Genres unfold whistling through my wind chime,
So, it's just the just of me being slain by a lamb.

Greetings I say to you, and welcome to your every bit of who!
The just of me swears something deep inside us always knew.

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''A genius is a lofty kind indeed''

A genius is a lofty kind indeed:
he or she is a creature of the mind
that goes where breaths of inspiration lead
like a mythic muse on a Grecian wind;
some have the gift of poesy like Keats
and some the gift of music like Mozart;
one limns a lush, green field where blithe sheep bleat
and one writes airs that lull the soul and heart.
The gift of genius is but an instrument,
a golden talent to be invested,
used, multiplied, shared, for the betterment
of humanity and thus wisely exploited.
      But, if your genius be absent from this rhyme,
      then share the greater genius of your time.

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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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Randomly Selected

I randomly selected you for a treat.
A delightful surprise for the meek.
It is my breaths of large you seek.
You discovered your fate of feat.
I brought you to a judgment seat.
And books of life you took a peek.
Then in heaven you found the leak.
Then the drums rolled and they beat.
You were in awe to say the least.
So was I in looking at your face.
It is to the west as it is to the east.
But definitely a different place.
Many were absolutely ejected and rejected,
But you my dear were randomly selected.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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The Heart Breaker

There was once a time when you told me 

I promise I love you forever

Love is blind and so was I 

but now i see who you really are

I promise to love you forever

you said so much, and i thought it meant something

but now i see who you really are

she told me how she felt but, but I didn't listen

you said so much, I thought it meant something

All because the way you said it

she told me how she really felt but I didn't listen

I know what to do from now on

all because the way you said it

I fell deeper and deeper

I know what to do from now on

So next time you see me "blame my dead body on your words"

 By: Stormi Skaggs

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Dilated Night

when the eternal night blessed our kiss 
within deep trenches of beauty we held
you left the sorrowful night with a hiss,
shall forever be a treasure withheld
a sheer memory of human nature
wondrous night that is forever praised
but thoughts like these tend to become glaciers
as that day becomes a living record
of that night your lips touched upon mine
but with memories,  some float till the end
under the swinging lamp of frozen time
with me, you remain forever adored
with your ruby fire lips and gold hair
in the twilight night we once shared

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EXTRA EXTRA, Read all about it
The end is near, the end is near
2k12 is finally here
We've come so far to go even further
Its now our time, no longer are we observers
We slowly, one by one, step out of our oysters
To walk our path through a life of employers
We loved our mistakes and every time we've fallen
From ever victory from ever problem
We've put in the time
And now live to tell
We've turned our lives
And turned them well
So remember the class of 2012

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Rose for all Seasons


As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet

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Upon Sleep

How profound is Sleep that it's said to be?
Perhaps it plays promised bated Death,
While we lay in slumber, are we not free?
Life itself aids us with our each next breath;
Senses shout Night's doubt; indebted decree,
Granted by Presence we, now, fear bereft;
As Darkness finds form to greater degree,
We awake, grasp nocturnal remnants left,
And grieve loss, Revelation's near turned key,
Absolute coincidence, prized past worth;
Only through closed eyes might we, again, see
That All's as True as our orbiting Earth;
    We do each Day as each Day does we,
    And, at rest, we dream Cosmic endless glee.

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       The Usurers
The stealing from the table has progressed
to be a time when dinner time is light
by monsters in the dark, who've rightly guessed
that people can not tell a wrong from right;

the bouncing of your checks brings on a pain
poor man you have to pay a little more
and now if you are late, there is more gain
for money men to lay into their store;

you have to pay the greedy in this world
they need more than we do to just survive
for stinginess is something that's inborne
so if you're late, it costs you twenty five!

        The congress is so out of touch that they
         will only add to what you have to pay.
© ron wilson

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''The years moved on, and, older now, between--'' revised

The years moved on, and, older now, between
new birth and the dead, cold embers of age,
I grew wistful for a God-like machine
to restore life and an ageless image.
A wasted youth gone in too brief an hour
(regrets, regrets—so much melancholy!):
that I neither lived nor loved with power
so anguished me—what great, utter folly!
All that remained was joy in the setting sun
that by turns will reveal a rising star's birth:
life never lived or a soul loved by none 
by Providence shall know his bliss and mirth.
      So, beloved, extend me not your pity:—
      for my joy rests in God's eternity.

--Ngoc M. Nguyen, 21 December 2014

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A time shall come
When our tongues shall die
And our issue
Shall speak no more

A time is yet to come
When they shall become fugitives
Not of warfare
But of Origo

A time is to come
When they shall all be masked
In another character’s costume
Forgetting the role to be played
A time when we shall all cry
In our private bosom

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

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

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

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

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Lover's Denial

Eyes glistening with never ending tears that you shall never stop weeping.
Hoping, praying for the day we instill actions instead of speaking
True lover's passionate embrace, or was all of it just a farce?
The roses, dances and romance have now become suddenly sparse.

I've gazed into those bright blue eyes, a million times it would seem.
I've seen the other side of us and it wasn't in my darkest dreams.
Touch me once again my love, but this time with a tender caress.
Whisper the words that send me a float; the ones you now suppress.

I still see traces of yesterday's passion, deep within those blue eyes.
Our love has conquered so many obstacles, why must in now subside?
You say you love me more, than the very first time you saw my face.
You told me our love grew stronger, with each mesmerizing embrace.

But I see a stranger among us who dwells within the corners of my mind.
I've searched this exhausted vessel and my lover I can no longer find.
Weren't we once invincible, or was this just an ideal I wanted to believe?
So here I sit recounting endless memories, as I sadly watch you leave.

For this particular piece, I was part of a poetry campfire and we had to use the 
last line of the previous writer's poem as our first line as the beginning of our 
poem. As you can see, my beginning line is quite looooooong!

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The Begining and the End

       The time of birth and the time of death
       The time of birth is the time of grace
       The of grace is a time of good health
       The time of good health is a time to face
       The beginning of life, the beginning of strive
       The beginning of life is the beginning of the fight
       The winners of the fight will be rich in life
       The losers will be the opposite
       The time of death is the end of the world
       The end of the world will be the end of the journey
       The end of the journey will be in house of the lord
       Where you will be judged with molten or honey
       There is time for everything
       Before you can make anything

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As I stroll along
A cobblestone path
A sight to behold indeed
Rows of flowers 
Adorn each side
Embrace such beauty to be
My fondest one
That I most gaze upon
Is the one
Angels call Lilly

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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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'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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In A Time Ago

Walking past the place that once housed 
your life force, I feel the tingling feelings 
that my essence simmered in, in a time ago.
I can still hear the joyful sounds that 
resided in the place that once housed your life 
force, but now no sound takes residence, not like 
in a time ago.  

Once the light radiated from each window, 
that once housed your life force, and silhouettes 
of happy occasions danced across shades, but 
there is darkness, not like in a time ago.

I remember holding your hand on the porch
of that place that once housed your life force, 
and tasted kisses, but these are just memories, 
not like in a time ago.

I weep; your life force has departed that place 
were my essence simmered, of joyful sounds, 
silhouetted shades and where we feel in love, 
in a time ago.

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Every second passes by me unseen But I can feel the weight of one minute After each hour my mind becomes keen: That these days are adding up bit by bit. Each week my personality alters A year goes by and my mind starts to twist Decades pass and it seems as time falters, My mentality gets lost in time’s mist. Yet when I am with you the clock stands still If only I could exploit these feelings I could stop the sands of time at my will But I’m not capable of these dealings Time now steals what I already forgot My mind starts to fade but our love will not

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There's no point

Everyone dances the same old story
Battling perdition to seek glory
Another entrant, another name
Replaces a lost piece from the game

Chaos is sorted to the beat of learned rules
With perfection needing more time from fools
We spread our genes or anchor choice memes
Randomly wandering within limits like machines

Any magic is ignorance or well-spun lies
Guiding the plethora of emerald eyes
While freaks without the binds of greed's fetter
Randomly play because they don't know any better

So whether you mine coal or have no goal
Don't waste your time analyzing your soul
There is no standard within relativity
There is only chaos, order, and infinity

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Letting Go

It is the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.
Emptying myself to breathe my own air,
I went through life with nothing to spare.
My place had been set and was hard to earn.
In my heart it was for you I yearn.
Times were rough and never fair.
All along only I came to really care.
In my soul this began a fire to burn.
You let me down,
Broke my heart,
Made me frown,
Ripped me apart,
Shattered into a million zillion pieces,
I’m letting go of my lifetime of leases.
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006

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Death Comes

The time of life has come to halt
for the grim reaper owns my soul.
His timing and acuteness never fault.
To take my life is his goal.
The shortness of a love once known.
The greatness of my internal fear.
While as he enters i sit all alone
and i begin to shed a tear.
My fate with chess betrayed me
through the hourglass i stare
the time has come for me to leave
my body and soul no longer an even pair.
My body still lies where it fell
my soul for eternity will burn in hell.

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Step From Darkness

I waste on you no more those foolish tears,
You are not worth the crying I have done,
No more I say, it’s time I faced my fears,
And step from darkness into golden sun.
Those years I thought of you as number one,
Now echo as distant memories should,
You are my past, your time has died and gone,
My life had moved away from where you stood.
I see the wonder of all that is good,
In the dancing eyes of another’s smile,
Now looking back as I have learned I should,
Realizing you could never make life worthwhile.
 I take the hand that stopped and dried my tears,
For in her heart I placed my hopes and fears.

Form: Spenserian Sonnet

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The relay revolves each day,
each generation has its say,
courage,with wisdom decides
to step aside as its guide;
Kin  to kin,father to son,
revolution continues on,
a baton from hand to hand,
constant flows,the timer's sand;
A time o relax,sit back
other navigate the tack,
with time to enjoy,reflect,
nothing ever is perfect.

Continuity lives within
Each creative act we begin.

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A Love Song

Velvet veil of violets has covered thy hair,
Ruby red roses kneel to form thy bed,
Pretty plump pansies bend to pamper thee,
Dormant drowsy dews on daffodils are shed.

Golden cascades of hair on the shoulders fall,
Sunny fairies descend as if they heard a call,
Dancing dainty damsels come to see thy face,
Lyres played softly, chanting for thee to lull.

  Voice of the angels touch, strings of soul,
Sweet scent smelt as the petals part,.
Cooing breeze fondles the dandelions’ hair ,   
Fluffy clouds flirt in the ocean’s heart

Clanging feet of time is heard, but you needn’t fear,
For Eons of Edenic bliss, awaits you dear.

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Charlottes Sonnet

Oh to feel the heartbeat
Of a new born baby child
Nestled there against your chest
While her mother smiled

Oh there’s nothing sweeter
Than a new love in your life
Brought into this world
By a loving man and wife

Oh there’s nothing better
Than the first time that I saw
My precious little grandchild
For I’m a new grandpa

I still feel her heart a beating
From the very first time meeting

Mdailey	6/11/11

For: Francine Roberts contest – Sonnets, Sonnets Everywhere

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winter snow will make its raid
after the summer's chase of fall.
the earth's landscape will become overlaid
with small frosty webs trapping all.

fall's carpe diem with its colorful leaves
boasts its showiness in monochromatics.
orange, red, and yellow foliage of trees weaves
a motion picture of diving dramatics.

winter and summer are opposite in purpose.
fall and spring divide the temperature extremes.
they all work together without being jealous.
seasons have better ethics than us it seems.

fall's deaths makes fertilizer in winter for life in spring
which is then chased by summer and the sport it will bring.

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Time Is Not Beguiled

The glass reflects the path of painful scars That cross the furrowed contours of despair. You wondered as you wandered under stars: Is time a flaunted thief of youth and flair? But time is not beguiled by lost regret So often found inside a boundless heart Where life itself will then be filled with debt And usury that tears a life apart. The verity of vision you composed Of surges then retreats has caused you pain, As time now comes with subtlety imposed Upon the marrow of each day's refrain. Prepare to pay the curse of Charon's toll; The Ferryman demands your very soul.

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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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Destiny's Kiss

I have kissed the lips of my destiny
Causing time itself to even stand still
Her gentle touch brings out the best in me
She somehow bends fate to follow her will

With ambrosia lips she nurtures my soul
And quenches the thirst of my heart's desire
A prisoner of love, free on parole
Lovers held captive, now free to conspire

Transparent heartbeats testify to love
Standing witness for everyone to see
A promise ordained from Heaven above
And destined to last an eternity

A future that holds a lifetime of bliss
I'm frozen in time with destiny's kiss

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As a prisoner misses the cell after countless years inside
Or a near-death experience reappears in dreams 
Quelled feelings come and go like the tide
Experience long gone still flows in mind streams

The flotsam and jetsam of a life wrecked
May appear on the beach at tide’s low ebb 
When defences are down and we do not expect
To meet them again mid the strands of life’s web

For the past has not passed, but remains in the now:
Streams of consciousness tumble uncontrolled
And flood themselves into the overflowing scow
Of  the mind  - old and cold,  they fill the hold.

            There can be no present on free dry land
            Without an end to the past of shifting wet sand 

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Tell Father Time I haven't need of him;
my heart is good enough a metronome:
it sings my life and sings my requiem,
and when abroad, it keeps me close to home.

It keeps a record of my brisk hellos
and documents my burdensome good-byes.
It keeps me ever wary of my woes,
but thankfully as well my loving ties.

Tell Time his Death need not come visit me;
my life has vowed to reap me in his stead
with memories of pain but more of glee,
enshrined in gratitude and shades of red.

My heart keeps time but at a different beat,
a far more pleasant pace, less grave than sweet.

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

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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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"So Cyrano", I asked, so many years ago.
"Do you miss your love on these darkest nights?"
We were passing time during a battle's lull.
I, had long known his most secret thoughts,
although in the dark I could not see his face
I could feel the pain that I knew was there.
Pain twin to mine, but longer in time and space.
Asking only because I too missed a loved one here.
The answer came as from a roiling cauldron.
"I know who I am and how I am seen by others.
I know this world's values and on me it would frown
to see my ugly visage next to one who gathers
the world's virtues around her. I work, I battle, great things I plan
in vain hope to change the man I am." We all have our Roxanne.

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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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NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES -- Masters Of Intimidation

To your mind's eye, I lay what I may choose
to be the only way you'll ever find,
you'll never have the choice to win or lose,
but go the way I put into your mind.

What evil lurks? You'll never feel the grip
of what I only say between each line.
To lead you on, the vagrant of a ship
of soul, but destined to the will of mine.

Forgotten Swastikas still fly at night,
protected by all time and Horsemen Four, 
they'll soon be loosed again, in all their might
and feed upon man's need for time of war.

And I will put these things into your head,
to change it all, from life, to living dead.

Democracy is what God's given you,
and you have loved each minute in your haste,
you'd have it all, yes everything I do,
your treasure chest is overflowed with waste.

And you've forgotten how the world is burned,
night of the long knives never comes to mind,
forgotten in the past you never learned,
though history is there, not hard to find.

I am the master of what is your fate,
in Social Dominance, I claim it all,
and you will never see until too late,
Intimidation's made the way you'll fall.

And I have changed all things there in your head,
to bring about the life you'll live to dread.

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Sonnet IV

Fleeting moments suspended in freezing air,
     One-sided passion burning like a cigarette,
A taste of feigned innocence and feigned lack of care
     Moving to the music of dreams we will soon forget.
So tell me now; kiss the bottle and spin the girl.
     Our lips show off the unsecrets they know about
And greedily caress inspired skin, unfurl
     A thousand fleshy rose petals and what's left out:
Our sins in ashes of our bodies, smoldering
     Coals in retrospect. Dance in the flames that consume
Our thoughts and actions-a distant sense of folding,
     A closer sense of cloud cover: impending doom.
Our bodies touch, they bloom, and quickly they will wilt
Upon the gravestones of the emotions we killed.

"Sonnet IV"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad

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Illegal Immigration

The hour of darkness covers many men.
They enter foreign soil illegally.
En mass invasion time and time again.
The problem is arithmetically 
impossible to stop. Deportation 
is just an empty word that represents 
a losing battle across the nation. 
Until we take a tougher stance, miscreants 
below the border will invade the north
in droves. We must begin enforcing laws
to curb this exodus and thus set forth 
our firm intentions: Stay away because
if caught your stay is brief my deportee
Su clase no se desea aquí!

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            VAMPYRE WEDDING                               
I make you mine tonight, to have and hold,         
   to lie forever in this love I feel,                         
I bring an end to ever growing old,                         
   and close your eyes, to all that is not real.               
I give you love, that others never know!        
   The joy of life found only in its end!                     
And dressed in love, we go, as we must go,                  
   into the dark! The night! The only friend!                  
I give you death! Then take you ev'rywhere!                
   To know all things; and answer to no-one!               
To have it all! To do as you would dare!
    within the dark, where life has surely gone!                
        I make you mine! I sink my teeth into          
        your waiting flesh, and drink the love of you!

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Somewhere Beyond Eternity

There was once a tale time could only tell
To be made and unmade, all souls cannot hide
From distant hands that cast a greater spell
All life and all death in us has to confide

Seasons bring memories to our minds undimmed
Blessed to the day, sacred to the night
Every end to every end, all humans skimmed
Across time and space, foresaid by plight

Many among us has long lived enough to allay
What has consumed our eyes to defy the vow
And expressions, adjourned, as if to say
If only you can see what we all see now

So long as we all can live with liberty...
So long we live somewhere beyond eternity...

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Words of Time

Never a tear may fall again but as words from the mind
From the secluded place of lost moments of time
They cannot be touched, caressed or comforted
They hold fast to memories like guardians anointed

Waiting to enter the soul’s eternal essence
They linger waiting as a constant presence
These  words that seem to float through time 
Like tears of words become a rhyme 

Waiting for the words to be branded on eternity
As part of the soul’s message living to antiquity
The endless bounty of tears they will reap
From revealing secrets they chose not to keep

Words of time need a place to rest at peace
As a caged bird will alight after its release

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Romantic Night In - Sonnet XXII

How bold revival leaves us both at home,

to scavenge the refridgerator store,

as gin and vermouth soothes the ice galore

Martinis' clink to toast ones connoisseur.

Whilst, 'sexual healing', sung by Marvin Gaye,

has repercussions soaking up romance;

canoodle with me, one more time I say,

I'm sure there's plenty time for us to dance.

With alcohol your beast it's safe to drink,

no place to leave, get killed or feeling bad,

to rearrange your travel makes me think,

for cosy nights shall rearrange this pad.  

Could nightclubs stoop in jealousy's outrage

By leaving them behind for home to stage.

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The Dying Time

           SARAJEVO the dying time
In this the winter of the growing old
and failing of the hearts, a human crime,
as freezing rain falls thru the bitter cold
a welcomed bit of life is dying time.

No more to feel the pain of day to day
explaining to themselves, the misery,
of what the world's allowed to come their way
but time will prove it's what was meant to be;

and if a sniper's aim might bring the end
of any hope still left to call upon,
there's no one who could even comprehend
what's happened to a time that's dead and gone.

    And on the streets their blood will make a stain
    until it's washed away by warmer rain.

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Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 


Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 


The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 


Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 


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Each morning before I go to work, I take few minutes
Of my time to stand in front of you, though I am bored!
But, I need to do it, for I want to hear your comment;
As I predicted, you started your nagging argument
By teasingly, spreading both of your arms into the air;
While I almost burst in paroxysm of disappointment,
As I repetitiously asked, what is wrong with my look?
Silent pause is all you got, giving me the impression
That I will never learn to dress, like a fashion icon!
I am late, but just can not leave because you bother me;
If, I could stop your negativity with confidence;
So, I wouldn't be spending more minutes on your silence;
Oh! I really should be grateful, 'cos you made me listen
To inner self, for I look great now, than I thought I was!

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Inside The Box

Washington always “thinks inside the box.”
No wonder why we're in this fix we're in.
Their collective thinking stifles or blocks
The country’s progress and provides the spin
To sway the public view to uselessness.
This herd mentality is quite bizarre
To think that all these minds can not express
A single “out of the box" thought thus far.
It’s piteous, at least to me, to see
These coattail hangers we call congressmen-
Inane, inept reps of the bourgeoisie
Wind up screwing us time and time again.
One must conclude this simple inference:
Vote in or vote out makes no difference.

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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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Twist of Fate

I am remembering you when it was all so good.
Simply because you will never lose your shine!
On top of your head is a radiating golden shrine.
One by one and row by row is where we all stood.

If you wouldn’t and they didn’t, then I could.
Embedded in these visions is a sight so divine.
Looking back at you or me is where I do twine.
Leaps in faith bound following us as it should.

Midnight skies speak so clearly to me,
And every Star I know and you know,
In every granule of sand it is you I see.
That’s why the Sun and Moon still glow.

It is not certain if time runs too late for anybody to wait.
If vision still serves me well I’m looking at a twist of fate.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009 

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On your coming scholars run helter-skelter
How powerful thy stings permeate
Some got sick before the date
Naughty good scholars escape thy stings.

On your coming candles melt, die and part.
Like mosquitoes they become to stand
Browsing and researching into papers not blood.
Your bark far worse than, I think your bite.

On your coming tears run out of the intelligence
Why didn’t I meditate before you start
When mouth crows or whistles start
Pen writes and rulers measure

On your coming, scholars play with caution
On your coming, scholars embrace tension.

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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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How sweet the night, my love you came to me
   from out of dreams I'd dreamt within my past.
They weaved the spell and made my life to be
   in need of you, before I breathed my last;

and all my days of feeling less than whole
   were counted in my life of passing years,
though discontent, I guessed a restless soul
   was but the price I pay, with all the tears,

for being borned and being let to stay,
   and little did I guess, or even feel
that all I've been's existing day to day,
   and incomplete, but never really real.

        And how complete you've made my life to be,
        as if you've found the heart and breath of me.

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My Fame

Is it possible to say?
I love you!
Really I do!
Each and every day!
Would you stray?
In lieu!
Or out of the blue!
Each and every day for you I’d pray!
Inside you I came,
You went,
I stayed the same,
For you I was sent!
Each and every day I was meant,
Each and every day I gain My Fame!

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Je t'aime

A sultry voice in  humid nights,
the rhythm and time caresses my ear.
Inflamed the dancing sails to its heights,
intimacy passed through the fears.

Enchanting the concord of tone beacons,
closer and closer we melt into one.
Passion the wave of tides we reckon,
our minds woven into the sun.

Eternally we seek our love to live on,
through questions and above any tears.
Seeing broken glass in sundry halls ,
doubts in our flight may appear.
	Yet, dancing together forever we fall,
	in time we'll manage the fears.

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The Garden

Such is the end when time began
We live to find each others hand
Such is the place where flowers grow
The flourished meet to reap their sow

Wearing silver, gold, and white
Greet newcomers smiling bright
Believing all that gives one sight
Delivers him to promised lands

In the rear there lies a gate
And we will know what then awaits
When journeys come to certain close
And we are with the ones we chose

Yet time must serve our purpose still
Until all vacancies are filled

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Shed Thy Snakeskin

Move into the future with a true presence.
There is more to see and way more to do.
It is a life with everything you ever knew.
Shed thy snakeskin with your own essence.
Way up high sits the purest quintessence.
Up above each Star lights a way for you,
Even these skies are a creamier baby blue.
Nonsense is ordained by its only innocence.
There is always a better way.
It is always for you and me.
It is always by night and day.
Where we should already be!
Imagine you did shed every bit of that snakeskin you carry around.
You will lose or you will win, either or I’m aptly located as found!

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A Memory

A memory once so full of life
Has its strength to again revive?
Would have had if not been forged with
The load of sorrow and painful thing
But does that mean an arch of smile
Can be camouflaged with just few brine?
And so a memory once filled with joy
Could not bring cheer as like a child with toy
But the longing and fear hammer hard
Whenever you remind you of pain and stark
And that the happiness is such a weak
Unable to defend a memory!
But a single touch of agony can breathe
For years over the highest peak...?

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Master Blasters

Incredible as all of this may be,
And just as brilliant as our fate is,
You are my unique lift to my wiz!
So it looks like it is you or it’s me.
We’re in the winds and we both run free.
All of this is hers and it’s every bit of his.
Those two are master blasters put to quiz.
Together they locked eyes eternally to see.
They are dancing on the Moon,
Or they are singing to the Sun.
Their love has come too soon.
Now familiar renewal has begun.
They are in full bloom with a force that is most incredible to blossom,
What a glimmer in their glare they sand blasted out of awe to awesome!

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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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The Time Being

Just for now, I will hold my own.
I am carried away into a domain.
Plenty of room minus that chain,
It is here that I will be full-grown.
It is here I will not be windblown.
I’ve nothing to lose and all to gain.
I am minus all pleasures of a pain.
I am where seeds are not yet sown.
Just for the day,
And for the night,
I’ll be on my way,
And out of sight.
For the time being, I am just me,
Homeward bound, set to be free.
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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A fragile gift

Every morning when weather permits, I ride my bicycle for miles on end. I have been doing
this discipline for many years now. Over this period of time I have seen many, many people
in my travels; and what I’ve noticed more of as time went on is the growing number of
overweight people there are. Especially the younger generation. I cant help but feel
sadden by this epidemic spreading throughout this country.

  Our health, a fragile gift of God bestowed
  To most of us without supervision.
  Maintained through vigilance, personal codes,
  resolve, diet and determination.
  What we eat is what we are, au revoir!
  Cuisine that’s bad and tempting, hello! Good
  nutrients. Lead us to the salad bar
  awaiting those who eat the way they should.
  But there are those who oft take for granted
  their wispy condition: forfeit long lives
  for Big Macs and fries, super sized wanted
  most often. Perhaps, a day will arrive
  these poor souls realize their gravity:
  A time bomb within their chest cavity.

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What is Love?

The one eternal question, What is Love?
The answer some say, is from up above.
Some say it is this great feeling you get.
One you've been sensing but didn't know yet.
My love for you, will it make me feel whole,
Will I know it is true, body and soul.
There is still time for you and I to meet,
But for now, alone I'm feeling complete.
If being with you means settling down,
I've still yet to finish running around.
I have things to do and places to see,
Right now, I feel great just being me.
I have to see the world, travel around. 
Before I chose one place and claim my ground.
I know there are places that you want to see,
There will still be time to see them with me.
So, What is Love? I am still yet to know.
When we are together, the love will show.
Til then, I am happy just being free.
Til then, I am happy just being me.

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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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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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I put up the barriers and molded the Great White Stone.
I searched all written doctrines that embodied my light.
It was a remarkable journey let me tell you of my flight.
I even went through DNA of every strand of every bone.
I matched all the genetic linage to kind energies ingrown.
It was like an open door after door where all turns bright.
The misplacement that followed is truly way out of sight.
Seeing it all made me search my truth and I wasn’t alone.
I felt like I am the only one.
There was just me to believe.
There was too much undone.
More than humans conceive.
This was an origin unknown and not of this world.
This is timeless intelligence appropriately swirled.

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That's That

The Sun is on my horizon approaching this brand new day.
Ripples in the sea shatter my shimmering ultra-violet light.
Birds sing in the air and many more are on this same flight.
Rising high, the Sun makes rounds in its sweet special way.
Puffy white clouds are on the trail until they begin to stray.
Blue skies follow suite running off the wet darkened night.
Green grassy grounds are visions of a true God given sight.
Branches of trees wave at the Sun as if bitterly bent or fray.
Rising with the Sun and busy as a bee,
Up and on it I always rise just to shine!
It is all amazing just like being me!
That’s that and poof I’m all in line!

No really, I am telling you that’s that!
Now honestly who are you looking at?
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006

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Nigeria is this you the mighty?
The diamond in sought by moon faced ladies
From world of tale where value values
Discovered and polished by civilized dignities.

Nigeria is this you crumbled by hatred?
Pure gold covered with dust by the miners
Curtain call is for Cain 
A land blessed than the biblical Eden

In the hands of greedy Rehoboam
Who swore to break your back with horsewhip
Children who delight in kill’ their mother on Birth stole.
Desperate ritualists who choose to Sacrif’e the oval.

When shall you rise in the hands of your enslavers?
Like Joseph of the coat of many colours.

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Enemies of The Sonnet Man-The Muse (Part Two)

When we talked, we would talk for a long while;
The chemistry was a pleasant surprise,
And I cherished the chance to see her smile,
Or maybe even just look in her eyes.
Her presence made me abandon my plot,
And no other destination was sought,
Because I had to be in the right spot,
Pursuing her without a second thought.
So, I sacrificed time for a good talk,
Because it takes time to create a spark,
And then she actually took a walk
With me in the local neighborhood park.
       I wanted to share some more of my rhymes,
       Wanting her to have a wonderful time.

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When the storm has withered and you walk away,
Look up and then down and ye shall see my cloud.
Brisk but sweet I shall be and I shall shine so proud.
I shall move the winds and ye shall hear what I say.
I will take your voice and vibrate what you do pray.
I will come through you with a whisk so very loud.
I am the noises amongst every single blatant crowd.
Today tomorrow or yesterday I was there on that day.
I am inside of you and outside the court.
Bounced and planked I am the only one.
Itched and scratched I examine the port.
Faith or Grace I have just only now begun.
Time is you and time is me and I set you to my side.
I am a gateway that is so narrow or much too wide.

® Registered: Ann Rich 2007

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Golden Enemy

It passes by us while we stand aside
It's always in a rush and on the go
If not careful it will take all your pride
It's our worst enemy, we all should know.

This criminal is referred to as time
It can be watched and kept, but not delayed
Letting him unnoticed is our worst crime
Once he leaves he cannot be bought or made.

His value is much more than that of gold
The worth of him is sometimes overlooked
Young he remains, but you will still grow old
Educator he is, without a book.

If used wisely he acts as a friend would
Always there and supporting as he should

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Star Stuff

“The fate of individual human beings may not now be connected in a deep way with the rest
of the universe, but the matter out of which each of us is made is intimately tied to the
processes that occurred immense intervals of time and enormous distances in space away
from us. Our Sun is a second- or third-generation star. All of the rocky and metallic
materials we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, and the carbon in
our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interiors of a red giant star. We are
made of star-stuff.”

I am a scion of the Milky Way
Wholly unique to the highest degree.
My soul is as old as light-years away
My provenance stems from cosmic debris.
I need not religion to guide my life
My quintessence antedates mankind’s creeds.
The brief time walking beneath starlit nights
Imbue my soul more than mankind’s prayer beads.
Every thought, all that I am is akin
To these heavenly designers birthplace
The very essence, my soul within
Began eons in interstellar space.
Knowing who I am and where I came from
Is a greater joy than what I’ve become.

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Romantic Night In

How bold revival leaves us both at home,

to scavenge the refridgerator store,

as gin and vermouth soothes the ice galore

Martinis' clink to toast ones connoisseur.

Whilst, 'sexual healing', sung by Marvin Gaye,

has repercussions soaking up romance;

canoodle with me, one more time I say,

I'm sure there's plenty time for us to dance.

With alcohol your beast it's safe to drink,

no place to leave, get killed or feeling bad,

to rearrange your travel makes me think,

for cosy nights shall rearrange this pad.  


Could nightclubs stoop in jealousy's outrage

By leaving them behind for home to stage.

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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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Chasing Rainbows

Today, all day, my Irish leprechaun
We get our chance to catch you if we can.
You hold the secrets of hidden treasures.
This time we will use successful measures.
For most, we’ll sit in pubs all day and hunt
for you in greenish stout from favorite haunts
Along the way. What fools we mortals be
That think at rainbows end we’ll find the key
To gold and sundry riches in a pot.
Hah! All that’s found are fractured dreams and sots.
From time immemorial fools have tried
In vain to follow dreams of gold worldwide.
Thus, chasing dreams and dodgy rainbows
Makes one lose sight of what’s under your nose.

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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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Thief Of Time

Day changes to night without a whimper
Another day of time I can’t retrieve.
The thief of time blithely robbing the hours
From me, a felon that I never see.
I once had youth; my heart was young as spring
Where all life’s offerings were there for me.
But now the yoke that once connected things
Somehow became a distant memory.
Here I am in the autumn of my life
Clinging like a withered leaf on a tree
As the setting sun again turns to night
And the purloiner robs again from me.
How long must I suffer this living death?
Until the thief of time steals my last breath!

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

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

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

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

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The Handy Man

The handy man is always available by my night or day.
I’m being stringent to say my very least to his very best.
All potential clergymen are put through his trickery test
Oh my God at these odds and ends his mind dare weigh.
He is intricately susceptible in light seeking a pardoned way,
He overcomes the homeliest just by his daily authentic quest.
In about a day or two will come his much timely needed rest!
Estranged in a time of several times where his mind did stray.
Caught up in clouds he drifts yet further away slicing thin.
Pondering many thoughts per milliseconds flood his gates.
Consuming ideas overwhelm his deep words drawn within.
He forms heaps of potential until he himself smears slates.
Single handedly he comes with his charts already mapped with my plan!
After all, he is quite elaborate when I exclusively need my Handy Man!

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Waning love

There was a time when I knew she loved me.
Yes, that was a very long time ago.
Her every word and deed, the way that she
Looked at me, her way of saying, hello!
I just knew, needing no confirmation.
But when it came:" I love you my dearest!"
An overwhelming giddiness begun:
A Reeling as though drunk is the nearest
Comparison to explain it. Today 
The words are few, most deeds begrudged. Her love
Once true has waned in a well-mannered way:
Like moonlight once bright, now, none to speak of.
It's difficult to say just was the cause
This we know, it will ne'er be like it was.

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Haiku Sonneteering

Golden morning light moments prior to pastel holds so many hues
Waking into beams shining on our window screens rise no time to lose
Stumbling out of bed standing taller once again things becoming clear
Automatic drive eliminating thinking slipping into gear

Sitting holding cup lost in concentration coffee waking thoughts
In my mindless state  wrapped together tightly unconnected caught
Take another sip then gather a few to use lightly brushed in prose
Noticing the way that the Summer helps the muse rise from sweet repose

Wending through the day enjoying every part light and carefree hearts
Skip to summer breeze so contented with the ease life wings on to please
Endless Summer days remembered  youthful  romance evening foggy haze
Seasons too soon turn  each carries lovers delight   lately lazy days

So we savor time  enjoying what we're given living hand in hand
Gardening and tied loving every moment grateful of eden

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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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Man with a Hammer

Tired; tired from today's honest work
Getting to know my young labor at hand
Simple materials, nothing to hurt
Old dew dried in the sun, laid in the sand
Stir; stir in my spirits, shake off that dust
Early rise to toil; got to make that buck
Build me a new wall, build me some new trust
Sort out those nails find one tall in the ruck
Enough with the grinding, ways of the old
Find me a new way to shoulder the load
Its time to get moving, time to get bold
Take leave darn shadow and all you may bode
I've got verve in vows and wide eyes to show
Big hammer, time to rock, rattle and row

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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 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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Until death do us part

Most of us at one time or another take this marriage vow. At the time it is usually a rote
recitation because we are young and our attention is on other imminent matters. And that's
the way it should be. Nevertheless, if we remain married and outlive a spouse we are faced
with the same thoughts, doubts, questions and helplessness as the man in the following
poem. Verse 14 he does the only thing he can do to express his love for her before the
casket is closed.

She laid upon a cold and stony bier
within an open coffin lined with silk.
She didn't look the same: Her face appeared
to have an ashen color,white as milk.
In life her comely facial features glowed
a lovely roseate. but now she is dead.
Forever gone from me. My head is bowed
in prayer and sadness all around. I dread
the coming years without her next to me.
Is life important anymore?, I asked
myself. Her love is still alive but she
is motionless before me with the mask
of death and delicately folded hands.
I gently touched her golden wedding band.

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Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

This sonnet was inspired while celebrating my daughter’s birthday. Everyone was eating
cake except me. I hardly ever eat sweets. “A moment on the lips, forever on the hips”.
Anyway, while they were enjoying the moment, I began to muse. Later that evening I
composed this:

My daughter is older by a year today.
She is thirty-seven. I wonder where
The time has gone It seems to melt away.
It’s like an imperceptible glacier
Receding slowly, leaving once unseen
Destruction bare, exposed to view, behind.
I see what time has etched on me between
A youth of yesteryear and current time.
The mirror reflects wrinkled lines and spots.
And not to mention, but I will! The gray.
And like the ice, receding hair, a lot
Is lost. My exploratory survey?
It can be said, expressed this way: Ahem!
I once had youth and now it’s gone, Amen.

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A Misfortune

In a special way, I search my every day.
I’m all cried out by justice I now scream.
I have much to say with my words I pray.
From reality to delusion, but yet a dream!
I tell you I am surely the crop of that cream.
Now I can stay or I can go on about my way.
You may reject me or accept me as supreme.
Every single day generates my hands at play.
Bottomed out or just plain downright silly,
I could care the least towards the very best.
Or, I can sit here and say OMG! Oh Really?
Maybe I should armor up in a cast-iron vest.
If only everyone already knew about their one golden frowned upon rule.
Perhaps a misfortune will shear a few jewels stopping the two timing dual.

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On a Mission

I fell down to the bottom of every single Sea not just once but twice.
I scrambled onto my feet and fell all over myself time and time again 
I was up and then went down until I felt this tingly breezy needy wind.
I stood up on two weakened knees eventually I’d plateau with a price.

Water wind fire earth and every metal made me the finest grains of rice.
I am dreaming of being a disbeliever in you so I stand in my self defense.
I marked me a stone and I gave it a name and only my voice will it hence.
Shattered was the Ocean’s floor and suddenly breaking in on thinner ice.

I was enthralled at its fear yet brazened in my heart,
I balanced the winds  and now I am set on a mission.
Alpha is exact where or when my breaths of life start
I’m the latitudes and I’m longitudes rallying ignition.

Tomorrow will come just as now is gone so here again I must go,
Boundlessly rooted to be all of me especially when my kiss I blow.

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Sweet victory

She targets her prey with intense concentration
She aims her arrow with a dignified stroke
Alas her mark is misssed her lot is broken
She reminisces about the path she strode
So clammy and cold, crumbly and damp
She crawls up again to her web to clamp

A stalker unknown a miniscule insignificant
Yet her mark is at peace, ease, oblivious at best
This time she waits she traces her want
She aims and strikes this time she gets her test!
Victory is at hand she has what she has vied
She strides purposefully to claim her prize!

Alotted her share and begotten her mark
Alone she progresses her mind her heart

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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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All Fool's Day Sonnet

The wolves are out howling at the full moon
Jokesters are next and will be here real soon
I am holding tight to my silver spoon
See you in Dodge City when it’s high noon

My heart skipping and jumping as it beats
Knowing this day will be a fancy treat
Some folks are waiting to turn up the heat
I like this day because it is so neat

All Fool’s Day is remembered far and wide
With a smile I think I will stay inside
My heart will sing and also try to hide
Whisper All Fool’s Day and stand by my side

The wolves are out howling at the moon
Jokesters are next and will be coming soon!

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Sonnet #1: Why Do I Love Her?

Why do I love her? I can’t count on toes
And fingers like how Browning could not bear.
Nothing but Trouble- she seems not to care
About my Fatigue, my friends, or my foes.
Anxiety lurks- I shake when she goes.
Nervousness lingers- blankly not I stare.
She’s not here, she’s not nice; Life is not Fair!
Why do I love her from feet above nose?
Why? The answer scurries across the mind!
Pen I the insight: You’re beautiful; I
Love you is unsuitable. And those eyes!
Time, Space has seen none worthier than thy!
-Subfusc. Memories always can I find.
Cerebrum sees no snow; Heart holds all ties.

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Between Crystal Waters

Between crystal waters and the light of the moon,
I demanded time to stand still while I listened,
the winds orchestrated an omnipotent tune,
tapped on the shoulder the wind calls my name "Kristin."

I hear the spirit, our hearts, dancing with the wind,
separated in flesh, joined by the spirit we are,
entangling your soul with love that I send,
everlasting sensations brings life a new star.

The sky brightly winks with every connected soul,
the leaves crackle in harmony with the crickets,
surrounding you with a feeling of being whole,
friendly interruptions come from the deep thickets.

Like a tornado, our spirits tightly embrace,
beginning and end circulate around us two,
knowledge of new lessons, subconsciously efface,
illuminating with love as the spirit grew.

Entranced moments like this inspire our good will
treasured and blessed we are, until time again stands still.

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Walking through time (Part one)

This morning I went on my daily stroll.
Only this time it was quite different:
I permitted my mind to take control
How much I knew not or to what extent.
It took me on a tour of memories.
I see a boy walking in this same place.
He hears a call, “Al...bee!” The reverie
Had roused in him his mother’s lovely face.
He knew the purpose of her tireless call
It was almost noontime, its time to eat.
He arrived home late that day I recall
And consequently took a little heat.
She said, “Albee, it’s rude to be tardy
‘I’m Sorry’ does not ease severity.”

Just as I was about to get a smack
My mind propelled me into the future
Same boy, a bit older. As I think back
I was always getting slapped, that I’m sure.
I couldn’t understand, I'd done no wrong.
If angels roamed earth, you’re looking at one.
Again I hear her call the same singsong
Inflection. Al...bee! Al...bee time to run.
I could hear her from across the river.
There is no way I can make it back in time.
The kids chanting" run! Run Chicken liver!”
I booked it to the bridges railway line
Crossed over, then across the open field
To where I’m walking now. I’m here! I yelled.

But my words fell on deaf ears. I’m a tot
Again. Standing atop a rail, arms stretched
Out for balance. Not too far from this spot
Where I’m now walking. The memory is etched
Indelibly in my mind. I count steps
One! Two! Buckle my shoe, three, four, close...oops
The door, Five, six pick up sticks. This I kept
Up until I slipped off the rail. Then whooped
Like an Indian, then once more I cried
Out and an echo returned repeating
Wooaheeeah! Aheeah far and wide.
Suddenly I heard a whistle blowing
A freight train on the same tracks where I stand
Better move myself from this piece of land.

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Summer Days

Pleasingly plentiful portions of Summer on ageing aching bones
Laying  prone on pumped up pillows in pools of delight
Or under cooling fan breeze uncovered all night
These are the days to remember in Winter
With the doors and the windows all closed
In front of the fireplace astare at its center
Flickering flame with the embers exposed
Thinking of sun coming through open windows
With bird singing echoes on unmoving leaves
The haze of the day in ever nodding noon
Nothing to do and with all day so disposed
Walking shirtless and barefoot in bee clover grass
Treasuring moments that too soon will pass
In measured leisure phase of ever plodding moon

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Adolf in touch

Sometimes, though not often anymore
Hitler taps my shoulder
Be serious you laugh, this could not be
But you are you and I am me
Quietly reading, hidden in a book
As I so often was in midst of Blitz
A fast running front, a storm
A roll of thunder crumples in the distance
Grows louder near
Flashes and crashes here
Rumbling recedes
The storm passes
And my subconscious
Listens for sirens
Sounding  All Clear

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Teenage Love

Antagonize sweetness with one of your smiles
trailing on moonbeams of words
frozen in icicle rainbows for miles
suspended and left undisturbed

Ribbon me whispers of sweet nothingness
Sing me an ocean or two
There are no colors comparing to this
for my eyes are blinded for you

Treasure our youth and devour the days
taking the plunge once or twice
Breaking devotion in so many ways
with sweetness gone frozen to ice

We are the moment that love turns to infinite pain.
We are the children of posters in love to refrain.

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Strawberry Blonde In Summer Sun

Strawberry blonde in long set summer sun,
Her smile lit with such regal,Prussian pride;
Our love ended before truly begun,
I would rend Time to make her my heart's bride.
By casting my thoughts to the pressing past,
I would navigate by her star to sail,
With her fine breathe's breeze,I would set my mast,
If only to find her upon His shore.
We would converse of Almighty presence;
I'd give voice to my doubts,ever looming,
While she'd speak serene of a grand essence;
Now,as then,my soul's not for such rooming.
   Time And God,I would quickly pitch aside,
   For a glimpse of her fair hair and breast,sighed.

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All over

All over the world I see harried faces
All over the world there's political races
All over the world there is trouble and tyranny
All over the worrld I see gruesome anarchy

To see some placitude I look over yonder
Where fair hearts roam and natures wonder
Alas how poignant life has varied
So mundane and joyless it carries

Adieu to titallating conversation and swell humour
Farewell to unhurried waltzes and superb natter
Sayonara to long leisurely strolls and gentle laughs
Goodbye to dawdling days and dreamy naughts

A race against time is what so often endure
Where idle times and soft chatter seems so obscure

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Perhaps I Was

In thought, imagined, how well went the day, 
And how you shone in threads of white and gold; 
Upon your lips a wistful smile might play 
As if your thoughts had turned to friends of old. 
The future, as it beckoned, drew you in, 
As sweet as your beloved when you kissed; 
With melancholy heart I hope within 
A part of you felt I was sorely missed. 
I shut my eyes and see you in your dress, 
In radiance, a bloom of silk white rose; 
A vision tempered fair with loveliness 
And wish that I had been there in repose; 
Yet sadness is diminished some because, 
If you thought of me at all...perhaps I was...

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Salty Sonnettier


         Tears well in the corners of eyes
         Race down freshly shaven cheeks
         Salt wind with  ebbing tide
              Excuses them their flight
              Tangy scent of tidal wake
        Whets thirst and hunger sharp awake
        Memory  whispers thoughts unspoken
        In different times on distant shores
        Far and fathers' space and time
        Adrift and withered spinning rhyme
       Spidery white jet streams of cloud 
        Wet blue dream of sky so loud
        The spirits of his self all crowd
        To shiver  twist in misted wars

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False dawn

Yesterday, what to say of yesterday to make today seem here? 
What was that emptiness of nothing hounds' baying unheard and close? 
Uselessness showing fanged despair at every chosen turn. 
Music refusing to support even bluest of wailing torment 

What was that dark grey cloud of beaded cloak wrapped edginess? 
Whence came that short snarling impatience of exploding fuses 
Tearing away at binding loving silken care 
Racing into crashing surf of desperation's waves 

Knowing instinctively it's all in vain 
There is no path 
There is no trail 
Hope's machete dulled against the constant clinging roots 

The ever running sands swirl in the moon tide's swell of sorrow 
And only yesterday was this tomorrow

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Sweet Surrender

Soflty the leaves of memory fall
Slowly she stoops to gather them all
Recalling each time she cast a glance
Her thoughts leading her into a trance
She remembers the day it all began
When the sunlight danced of his golden tan
When his rough hands spoke of tumoiled times
When his weathered face broke into a smile
How rapidly the days flew by
Effortlessly passing with a sigh
She remembered the time it all ended
With a single blow to her heart unmended
He left her forever without so much as a word or two
Silently the tears crept down, wetting her face anew 

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As Shadows Blind

The night is approaching one more time and 
I feel I don't know why just like crying. 
Everywhere I see shadows- theyre following me 
Life is so bad and I just can think of you. 

But within the core of my very heart I just 
Know that this doesn't really matter anymore 
I see now that like so many I played loves game 
And then I just lost it again like I did once before. 

All that I see around me are now only shadows 
They are like cobwebs trembling inside my mind 
And nothing is left now but only all my memories 
They live in my heart and soul as shadows blind. 

The night one more time is just approaching 
And I feel I don't know why just like crying.

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Between acts

Fall again leaves are being 
Chopped, bagged, and spread
Over the emptied garden
The maples watch in helpless distress as they undress
The gutter mesh guard is re-set
The firewood will be stacked on racks closer to the door
Views are longer, sparser color shades to brown
Nature’s curtain closing down
Act Four is shivering in the wings
Indian Summer pulling strings
Intermission’s  entertainment sings
Harley days of easy riders
Catching time to spend
Rumble round the bend

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Last Time

Remember last time when you sat on that chair,
It was totally nothing near fun.
And as you breathed the heavy air,
You began to yawn and wanted to shun,
What your instructor was talking of here and there.
And time passed; there was nothing to be done.
You already passed away without giving a care,
Appearing in a place that made you run.
And yes you were fast, surly should have won,
But it all went blank with just a flare,
And there lied before you a weight of a ton,
And waiting it sat, seeming easy to share.
But the time was up, everyone at the door,
And you began crying and fell to the floor.

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Vain of the Old Man

Throughout time I plunder vast lands in vain,
Striving to live with dangers verge to strike,
Nibbling off of dieing shrubs with pain,
Loneliness takes it toll with no new sights,

An old man i am with a hardened soul,
Blood of old wounds stain my rags with deep red,
Rough with grief killing what my tears can hold,
Creatures strike when the shadows are not dead,

A small flimsy hut made with sticks and stones,
Blown over by every haunting tempest,
The nature of this vast land has unknowns,
As a blanket of old age forces me to the lowest,

Deprived of my loving strength I am weary,
For my day has come for me to die sully.

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How like the dawn,your beauty's far-flung reach,
Truth is your tongue,so lovely when spoken;
Though,promise assailed,but never a breach,
Brilliant honour can never be broken.
No need have you to speak of small falsehoods,
My request of your time's petty urgence;
Your bright gaze shames shades in the noon-time woods,
Pristene light illumes gaps in forest fence.
Calm's descension ventures forth with the dusk,
Words taken to task then given reprieve;
Your loveliness proven no barren husk,
It's radiant glance I'm yet to receive.
   I'll find solace in the light of the moon,
   And truth in your quiet reply,"Soon,soon.".

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And So Life Goes

After all these years I just don’t know
Why everybody's feelings seem to change as time goes
I just know that it's taking place all 'round me
And there’s nothing much I can do and so life goes every day.

Thoughts come and go as they please I can’t stop them
All I can do is to write them and turn some of them into gems
For sure I'm so thankful that God gave me the gift of art and poetry
Surely God knew that I’d need them to complete my life and make me more happy.

God watches all the time on me and rains all His blessings on you and me
I know that I don’t deserve His mercy but still He does it for me and you
God love us so much and I'm so grateful that I have 'Someone to watch over me'~ too
We are so fortunate and blessed to have Him with us each and every single day

Some friends come and stay and some sadly choose to just go away
Life is wonderful and life is so sad and so it is Life for you and me.

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Book of love


    I could write your name on the book of love... Your smile could be the 
handwriting that I use when I write every single verse of my poetries.
Every stanza is a wonderful melody of every word you have spoken to me. So soft 
and tender I could feel them.
When my heart is at night remembering your love, makes me feel my time going 
slow... I could be forever suspended in time because of your kisses.  My thoughts 
are flowing like rivers that look for the sea... They are looking for you and they are 
trying to reach you in every dream.
This is the way I love you my love... thinking of you, brings joy to my life... makes 
me be more alive... and it would take my breath away if I could kiss you tonight...
Sweet dreams my baby, the moon is always watching your dreams... like a 
secret guard that I send to your bedroom... to watch my baby while he is 
sleeping,  while I singing a lovely song in my loneliness.
Sweet dreams my sweetheart, I have sent a lot of angels to play a lovely melody 
for you to think of me every night... while I am sleeping here so lonely, they 
whisper on my ear how do you look like...
I love you so much Scott... and you inspire me to create all this beautiful poetry 
just for you... The love of my life.  

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Delight In Desire

Grant me one moment, my whisper to hear,
My palm plays upon your sweet shoulder's curve,
Slightest touch of my cheek to your fair ear,
Hair caught in my moist lips wake your each nerve.
Though my demeanour may appear timid,
Pray, dear lady, pass me not with such haste,
Passion's heat rouses actions, intrepid;
Permit me pause, my intent's most un-chaste.
Much time, I've borne witness to beauty's face,
Such truth revealed in lovely, fair stature;
Yet, ne'er enough to have seen your full grace,
Yearning's, like beauty, best free to mature.
   Feel the fluttered pulse, as our heartbeats hitch,
   Delight in desire's slow, gathering pitch.

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Passion Scorching

The whole universe is through you conceived,
My genuine,intense inspiration;
Senses consumed,Light past being deceived,
Densest point of purest aspiration.
A passion scorching,as at the sun's core,
Your beauty has set my being ablaze;
Constant eruption's lit,brilliant roar,
Heat that can leave my heart a mirrored glaze.
Satellites and moons are but dim occlusions,
Others compare to you as distant notions;
As time follows it's own dark conclusions,
All else are but planets in motion.
   Cosmic plots writ in unknown nebulae,
   Proved by your essence to be a pale lie.

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In Progress

Now,pry loose of you're empty sensation;
The telecast snares of the modern mage.
Flee it's glowing, numbing emanation;
Though, it's truly a sight, distraction's cage.                                           
Weary era, empty celebration;                                                             
Words, immaterial scribbles of rage.
No more endless, corrupt deformation;
Commit to author a new Golden Age!      
Pointless comment: poems hold no vocation!
Ignore all who'd say so; words of void sage.
Find the path of you're own true elation,
Discover a course, map you're own blank page.
      Permit none to accuse it as digress,
      Rejoice in this, your new work in progress.