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In Silence I Stood

In silence I stood your unkindness to hear
Barbs that tore deep into my soul,
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

You preach that my love was never sincere
And fall prey to the evil bent lies that you're told.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear.

So long since love and trust held me near,
Replaced with words that belittle and scold.
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

You call my love and my words insincere.
Here, all alone, I feel helpless and cold.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear.

I stand and wring my hands and I fear
That the warmth in your heart to the devil's been sold.
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.

Of my life I've given the best of my years.
In your eyes I prayed I'd never grow old.
In silence I stood your unkindness to hear,
So heartless and cruel they ne'er brought a tear.


In honor of Isaiah's contest.


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When I Ruled the World

I remember when I held the world in these hands
Nothing out of reach as I self proclaimed my power
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Yes I lived in a world of deadlines and demands
  A master of time, always early at least half an hour
I remember when I held the world in these hands

Always alert sensing my victory before my stand
Any obstacle or objection I would quickly devour
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Is there anything left of that person, maybe a strand
It’s not from any fear, but indifference that I cower
I remember when I held the world in these hands

For this tragic change I could have never planned
Everything that tasted so sweet is now bitter and sour
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand

Almost six years later, I still cannot understand
In the late hours of night, I’m left to now scour
I remember when I held the world in these hands
That time long forgotten the hourglass lost it’s sand



Penned by Wayland Bunch II 12/14/2013 for With These Hands contest
I used image #6 for this poem


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Initials on a Tree

I sign your initials on an old tree And surround it with a heart of desire I want the world out there to come and see The world needs to see our heart completely That’s been put on this tree with love and fire I sign your initials on an old tree People want to view this tree tenderly It’s not like the tree sits on any mire I want the world out there to come and see Heart is formed with love eventually The tree should never be placed on a pyre I sign your initials on an old tree Formed are letters of our names perfectly All the letters put on smoothly not dire I want the world out there to come and see The world can see our kind heart lovingly Our love together shall never expire I sign your initials on an old tree I want the world out there to come and see
Russell Sivey Entered into Anne Currin's "Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)" contest 3/24/2013


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Death Calls

I see you there, for me waiting,
you hover in endless patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Yet I linger on, each breath rasping, 
as I am clearing my conscience,
I see you there, for me waiting.

Too soon the curtains are parting,
now at an end is my patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Time is slowing, it's so daunting,
draining away is my essence.
I see you there, for me waiting.


Grievances now aside casting,
Letting in instead, some cogence,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Death I have treated with voidance,
giving it little reverence,
I see you there, for me waiting,
now I pass, death me is calling.


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Her Tears of Sorrow

Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Tenderly I stroke her hair in my fingers Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong She hurts by the world’s events and its throng The pain she holds seems to always linger Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along I offer her my shoulder for to cry on This thing in her life sure presents a zinger Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong I hate to see crying, I hold her hours long I’m always here for her, she’s a real ringer Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along In my heart each tear surely collects upon Her soul comes out for she is the bringer Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong If you think we’re not meant to be, you're wrong Our love is two harmonious believers Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong
Russell Sivey


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The Mission Trip To Please

On mission trip overseas
At least one week will do
Hold babies gently squeeze

Whether in cold where freeze
In rain forest where view 
On mission trip overseas

My hearts desire will please
Feed hungry babies stew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Give up my life of ease
Place on feet needed shoes
On mission trip overseas

Help babies who cough wheeze
For mothers good tea brew
Hold babies gently squeeze

Perfect week just do these
Open heart my love grew
On mission trip overseas
Hold babies gently squeeze


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UNTIL TOMORROW, FEEL SAFE IN MY WARM EMBRACE

Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.


We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.


Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.


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Alongside The Tick Of The Clock

It is then, that time does mock, in fractured, punctuated dreams. Alongside the tick of the clock. Elusive, as sea serpents in a Loch, your reflection, not always as it seems. It is then that time does mock. "Come, count the years, take stock. life, expired tickets, you can't redeem, alongside the tick of the clock." And there, it comes as quite a shock. You find yourself adrift, out of steam. It is then that time does mock. "You strutted away like a Peacock, who's plumage means nothing in Death's theme, alongside the tick of the clock." Against youth's door, you stand and knock. But, it is too late and you scream. It is then, that time does mock, alongside the tick of the clock.
For the contest, Villanelle Me Sponsored by Catie Lindsey Placement: 1st


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My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


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Eternal Love

God loves us without end;
His grace continues forever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Not only to befriend,
To protect us is His endeavor.
God loves us without end.

No matter where me He sends,
My attachment to Him will not sever.
Eternally He will be our friend.

Our greatest evils off he will fend.
Whether we are foolish or clever,
God loves us without end.

Our life is his to lend,
His way offers life without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.

All of us he will mend.
We will be His forever.
God loves us without end.
Eternally He will be our friend.


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Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







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Our Liberty Blazing Soldiers

"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence...” --John F. Kennedy ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
Soldiers of our armed forces, Iraq, Afghan, Lebanon, many shores, Light the way like liberty blazing torches They fight heat, bugs, sand, tough faces, urban warfare, darkness, crashed doors, Soldiers of our armed forces Now Send home change of addresses, stories, photos, emails, strange places, Light the way like iron cut by torches Camouflage faces, wet bloody bruises, brows sweating, under helmet gushes, Soldiers of our armed forces Sleep in sandy humid desert trenches, thunder blast, bombs dropped, fire fights, Light the way like laser torches Loved ones wear yellow broaches, anxiety, praise, tears, vague smiles, Soldiers of our armed forces, Light the way like liberty blazing torches.


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Life is a Race

The tracks of life are set for replay
But we clear our path with might and goals
Sprinting onward come what may.

Looming clouds in our day   
Threaten our sunshine, black as coals-
The tracks of life are set for replay.

If golden sunlight’s our pay 
We grow for the race, just like foals-
Sprinting onward come what may.

Sometimes we glow from a beaming ray.
Who often foils our best laid goals?
The tracks of life are set for replay

We know the rules and follow them all the way 
And carefully run for our souls
Sprinting onward come what may. 

Great men and women all made from clay
Some are false starters some are moles;
The tracks of life are set for replay;
Sprinting onward come what may.



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Blooms of Color

A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
delights the eye and heart and mind with sights which make us sigh,
blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.

The forest's filled by morning light in amber and citrine
reveals the white tail doe who leaps, as blackbirds sound the cry.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between.

Upon the mossy shore of playful brook the  frogs careen
leaping past the level pads of water lilies pink near bye.
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.

And men exist to fill a niche from onyx to casein
our skins transformed by natures heat under foreign skies.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.




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Hell on Earth

Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity Is it the end of times, it seems things can't get much worse They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity Seeking things which once were called of the flesh, of vanity Every word out of their mouths, brings down another curse Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity What misfortune we bring upon ourselves, risking our sanity Could there be new vile thing left in which we could immerse They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity Stories they believe of a world once purged by a great sea They say they believe, but all of their actions very diverse Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity Money, greed, and corruption is the root of all evil you see Salvation, grace, nor love will be traded for contents of purse They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity I am not innocent of anything as I make this lofty decree Only a small hope of seeking right can I possibly nurse Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity
for Apocalypse Rising Contest


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A Life So Lonely

Staring ahead with lifeless eyes
Dependent please take care of me
A life so lonely with no ties

Screaming at times with baleful cries
Cataracted eyes I cannot see
Staring ahead with lifeless eyes

Knotted fingers grasping tries
Mind imprisoned never free
A life so lonely with no ties

Choking on a couple fries
Now mashed mush my meals to be
Staring ahead with lifeless eyes

Jumping fearful of some flies
Jerking as I'm trying to flee
A life so lonely with no ties

In this home my last breath lies
Please I pray take care of me
Staring ahead with lifeless eyes
A life so lonely with no ties

©2013 Rick Zablocki
For Anne's Villanelle Contest


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We are not as poor as some people say

We are not as poor as some people say

Our land is our source of food and our home
We work on our land almost every day
Selling coffee beans is our main income

In remote lands, where tourists find welcome
An old aid post is sixty miles away
Our land is our source of food and our home

Since there are no roads to town from our home
We carry coffee bags most of the way
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We don’t just wait for services to come
While struggling to survive another day
Our land is our source of food and our home

Enjoy some coffee when your tour is done
That cup or two of brew gives our days pay
Selling coffee beans is our main income

We own our land and work it, unlike some
We are not as poor as some people say
Our land is our source of food and our home
Selling coffee beans is our main income.


*Life in a developing country has many challenges. One of these is getting the right kind of development!


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Your Door

Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.
A free spirit in chains, cold on my feet,
Aching  for answers, my back on your floor!

Words,you said, only complicate things more,
Yet secrets slipped while gripping the sheets.
Once,  I stood naked,sweet fool at your door.

Lips whispered I was unique to explore.
I blushed under the rhythm of your beat,
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

Two hearts racing like never before,
On fire, you shook, writhing in my  heat!
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door.

The love in your eyes was hell to ignore.
 As you were leaving our tears were discrete, 
Aching for answers, my back on your floor!

It's my fault you don'n sleep there anymore!
I knew better, still, I crept down your street.
Once, I stood naked, sweet fool at your door,
Aching for answers my back on your floor!

-Tiffany Dawn 2010


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Storm Approaches

The light is absorbed within the great wall The darkness fills all that’s here completely The light condenses, becomes the dark call Rain comes crashing in with clouds quite tall There seems to be lots of insanity The light is absorbed within the great wall The wind blows, it whips around on a ball Hopelessness hits a few, fear hits many The light condenses, becomes the dark call It’s so dark, and so slick you sure might fall Sour look is from lack of tranquility The light is absorbed within the great wall Fortress that the storm emits makes you crawl The dark sky makes sure it’s light you can’t see The light condenses, becomes the dark call Storm rages, nothing about this is small Light fades fast within the dark certainly The light is absorbed within the great wall The light condenses, becomes the dark call
Russell Sivey


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Soft Ripples

The soft ripples flow across the small lake The stagnant water reflects the mountains Where the water lies I see for my sake Sure mindful of beauty with give and take The water carries much delight within The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s not enough flow to leave a shore wake It’s the best graced water that’s ever been Where the water lies I see for my sake Birds fly high looking for a bit of cake Seeing the lake below where it began The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s just truth in the water nothing fake Water shows its path along the fixed land Where the water lies I see for my sake The land holds the water where it does rake The water reflects just like a large tin The soft ripples flow across the small lake Where the water lies I see for my sake
Russell Sivey


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Life Cycle

Early morning I have to wake up and catch the train.
Distance long and crowd among, early start the only way
Mortgaged soul, lend heart and invested brain 
 
Up to this journey what I've lost and what is gain
Calculated not what I posses and what to pay
Mortgaged soul, lend heart and invested brain  

Daily spin the words, infertile ideas I toil to explain
They call me *babu, office assistant you better say
Early morning I have to wake up and catch the train.

Contrary policies and balance to maintain
Malice, greed, pride sharp word spikes and I’m the prey
Mortgaged soul, lend heart and invested brain  

You know the story of rabbit visiting lion’s den
Heap of bones, going in foot prints no signs out way 
Early morning I have to wake up and catch the train.

Call it cycle of life or the destruction chain
Earning sources, Means of livelihood taking lives away 
Early morning I have to wake up and catch the train.
Mortgaged soul, lend heart and invested brain  


First time exprimenting with Villanelle  poetic form. comments are welcome!
babu is a common word for  office clerk   in India


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The Journey


Each day a step toward our destiny
A journey whose end is not the goal
Relentless, as the rivers run to the sea

Wondering what the gods did decree
Always looking beyond the bend in the path
Each day a step toward our destiny

Plans and reality don't always agree
Making adjustments along the way
Relentless, as the rivers run to the sea

The heart years to run wild and free
And ignore the demands of life
Each day a step toward our destiny

An urge to know how the end  will be
Life moves on without pausing 
Relentless, as the river runs to the sea

Our mantra should be ,enjoy each day
For we may never again pass this way
Each day a step toward our destiny
Relentless, as the rivers run to the sea




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Purple Majesty

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand


We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.


We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil, 
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.

We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.

We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.


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Take Me Home

Take me home, oh take me home to stay
To a weary heart some comfort bring
Let me rest , I long for yesterday...

Years have past , the sky is turning gray
For me soon the bells of death will ring
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

In my youth's folly I went away
Now to the past my thoughts do cling
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I thought to conquer the world one day
But instead I felt the serpent's sting
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

Just let me smell life's old bouquet
And remember old songs  to sing
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I see the light of home so far away
And the thrush upon its silent wing
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
Let me rest, I long for yesterday.


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Evil Breaks the Silence

An evil breaks the silence of this day A harbinger of the darkest of nights The horror escalates to more dismay The darkness of evening she will portray Her wickedness and horror she delights An evil breaks the silence of this day She would break the silence as surely say A spell greater than what speaks out tonight The horror escalates to more dismay Cauldron boils a potion without delay Potion to instill fear deep in alright An evil breaks the silence of this day She put in dead flowers, quite the bouquet She then boards her broomstick, flies out of sight The horror escalates to more dismay Now her flight brushes her up with some hay Takes her up high with some very great height An evil breaks the silence of this day The horror escalates to more dismay
Russell Sivey


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Nowhere For You To Sleep

                                      Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
                                      Go old man, go sleep on that cold steel grate.
                                      Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.

                                      Don't give up the fight, don't die in defeat,
                                      don't let your soul be consumed by your hate.
                                      Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.

                                      Sleep lightly old veteran of the street.
                                      The vermin of the night could seal your fate.
                                      Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet

                                      Fight back, the street is no place for the meek.
                                      Regain your pride and your place in the state.
                                      Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.

                                      Don't walk in circles with sores on your feet.
                                      Go back through life's gate before it's too late.
                                      Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.

                                      This abyss will leave you hollow and beat. 
                                      You must abdicate your place by the grate.
                                      Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
                                      Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet. 


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Eruptions of Fire

They bring passion into their eyes of light Love that is brought from hearts along the way Romance entertains their souls through the night Life that has their lives intertwined by might Keeps their minds delight within bright of day They bring passion into their eyes of light Colors fill their hearts, enlightenment bright Timeless feelings jump, lust wavers away Romance entertains their souls through the night Love is inside themselves, soft palate sight Can’t curb their desires, they do what they may They bring passion into their eyes of light Fire erupts with passion beyond eyesight Hot embers burn with love right where they lay Romance entertains their souls through the night Their hearts so very real, soon will take flight Souls light up tonight as they’re in the hay They bring passion into their eyes of light Romance entertains their souls through the night
Russell Sivey Contest: ANY OLD POEM WILL DO Sponsor: SKAT A.C.E. 1/31/2013


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Fate's Ferris Wheel, The Wheel of Fortune

Everyone has a seat as fate is spun
on the ambiguous simple machine,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.

People have daily battles to be won,
from lowly peasants to a regal queen,
everyone has a seat as fate is spun.

Origins of happiness can have begun
as a sorrowful, mean-spirited scene,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.

Adventure and danger are thrills for some,
while more sob or fight to remain serene.
Everyone has a seat as fate is spun.

As some rise, others fall and cannot run,
all entrapped by an event unforeseen,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.

Truth is static and when the day is done
no one can escape from fortune’s routine.
Everyone has a seat as fate is spun,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.


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Within the Breeze

She stands there within the breeze of new heights Lasting as long as the wind doesn’t blow Her cloak moves with the waves of each delight Her vision reflects off the pond she sights Her outfit moves along with what she knows She stands there within the breeze of new heights She pleads that the stiff wind would lose its might Her heart never did show what was below Her cloak moves with the waves of each delight Such a need is spawned by her gradual light It’s not what is reaped but by what she sows She stands there within the breeze of new heights Alarmed at the speed at which the wind frights She doesn’t shower with the awe of crows Her cloak moves with the waves of each delight The wind whips through her body just so right The path she stands on puts her in the show She stands there within the breeze of new heights Her cloak moves with the waves of each delight
Russell Sivey


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Fog in the City

There are many lights that glow in the fog Shadows diluted within the big lights You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog The city holds cement instead of bog But the lights that are enveloped are bright There are many lights that glow in the fog Penned up in the city yards are some dogs The streets are lit up, looking very white You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog Unlike the country there aren’t any logs But there are curbs to look after in spite There are many lights that glow in the fog The cloud takes in everything like a hog The brilliant fog takes up with tons of height You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog Mist creates wetness leaving all with sog But the effect of fog brings one delight There are many lights that glow in the fog You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog
Russell Sivey Not for the Contest! Contest entry was Initials on a Tree!


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Golden Yellow Trees

The blue sky peeks at me quite far away Through the warm golden yellow autumn trees They look like gold placed against the blue day This lively scene looks beautiful today The path goes straight forward where you see The blue sky peeks at me quite far away The sight is amazing, I truly say I walk the path of trees so I can be They look like gold placed against the blue day The row of trees glow with yellow this day The whole land here grows as if it’s so free The blue sky peeks at me quite far away I go down whistling and thought this way The sky with the trees sure does impress me They look like gold placed against the blue day I know the sight will stay with me I say Golden color of the trees delight me The blue sky peeks at me quite far away They look like gold placed against the blue day
Russell Sivey


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Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


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I dream of a great and distant place

I dream of a great and distant place
It is mine, only I hold the key 
There are many fears I have to face 

Meadow, temple, goddess of grace 
Wending brook, glittering tree 
I dream of a great and distant place 

It becomes vague, it is now a trace
So very far, so very hard to see
There are many fears I have to face 

Falling into my city's warm embrace
Take me away, hear my plea 
I dream of a great and distance place 

To these enchanted thoughts I race 
From the staleness of now I flee 
There are many fears I have to face 

With a breath it will vanish, in a second erase 
Once more I feel a cold pull inside me 
I dream of a great and distant place
There are many fears I have to face 


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Cornered

Hollow halls seem empty devoid of life, consumed.
Much that is, is hidden now, deep within the gloom,
waiting just waiting for life's breath to be resumed.

A child who has gone missing, her small death presumed,
sits huddled in a corner here, waiting for her doom.
Hollow halls seem empty devoid of life, consumed.

He searched for her, knife in hand, her scent like perfume,
her blood and sweat, and her fear, fell about the room,
waiting just waiting for life's breath to be resumed.

Outside the stable, saviors shout, the bark of dogs resumed,
cowering in the midden, hiding from the groom,
hollow halls seem empty, devoid of life, consumed.

They had found her coffin, but no corpse was exhumed.
A shot rang out, she saw him die, bloody-chest abloom,
waiting just waiting for life's breath to be resumed.

Great gagging gasps, bellow's breath, rose in heated plumes,
as dogs and men came running, at the rifles boom.
Hollow halls seem empty devoid of life consumed
waiting just waiting for life's breath to be resumed.



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Levitate

This is a day for separation
allow a stillness to unfold
in solitude, the revelation

sees above expectation
of what we are forever told
this is.  A day for separation

from hesitance and trepidation
within the sharply shattered mold
of solitude, the revelation

of wisdom, silence’s fascination
and what we will forever hold
“this is a day”.  For separation

yields conscious manifestation
we nearly lost within this fold
of solitude.  The revelation

brings onset of alteration:
forever fear, frighteningly bold!
This is a day for separation
in solitude (the revelation).


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Advice for Falling Angels

As angels descending, bring from above, 
Heavenly Father’s reminders so grand,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Ere in a tight spot; if sin comes to shove,
Listen to father; obey God’s command.
As angels descending, bring from above.

His beautiful message that fights Satan’s glove,
Faith to continue and strength to withstand,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Heralding wisdom from hopes sweetest dove.
A branch of the olive clinched in faith’s hand.
As angels descending, bring from above.

Love everlasting, which Jesus taught of.
Righteous salvation, which for us was planned,
Praised echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Enticement seems sweet, like deadly foxglove.
Succumbing brings darkness into a bright land.
As angels descending, bring from above,
Prized echoes of mercy, whispers of love-

By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 16, 2012

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ~ Fallen Angel ~ 	 
Sponsored by: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver

NOTE:  Includes this Fanny J. Crosby quote within the villanelle form,
“~ Angels descending, bring from above, 
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love ~”


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Vegetable Garden Does Not Make Smiles For Me

Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Foxglove trumpet flowers scent that please
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Weeping Willow with grace lures so artsy
Under which lies Butterfly Bush which tease
Purple conical blooms lure bumblebee

But in the vegetable garden foresee
Sweat, toil in heat but food that heals disease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

On trellis adjacent pale pink rose see
Just a dewdrop, but not on Butterfly Bush with base
Purple Conical blooms that lure bumblebee

In the vegetable garden no Sweet Pea
More flowers for me and food plants decrease
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

All I see toil, sweat no trip to the sea
Please do not let the flower garden cease
Let purple conical blooms lure bumblebee
Vegetable garden doesn't make smiles for me

Contest:"Villanelle Me"
Sponsor:Catie Lindsay


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Image on a Wall

The image was a tree, simply at night It was an ancient picture that formed tall The tree was grand, displaying a great sight Exposing the scene of a tree made tight The painting which is produced on the mall The image was a tree, simply at night The picture of this tree was of delight Not a one limb would make you want to bawl The tree was grand, displaying a great sight White flowers on this tree carries with might It’s an awesome sight that sits on the wall The image was a tree, simply at night I surely loved to view this tree tonight The view of the beautiful tree has gall The tree was grand, displaying a great sight The picture has a fixture that’s airtight I see this painting when I come and call The image was a tree, simply at night The tree was grand, displaying a great sight Russell Sivey


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Infuriated

- For women who choose to have abortions just so they can continue to whore around.

You make my head swell,
& you're a sad excuse for a woman:
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

Abortion is a matter of life or death,
yet you choose death for this small being.
You make my head swell.

You work with children every day,
yet you still want to kill the one inside of you.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

You give me unwanted goose bumps with those words
"I want an abortion," as you laugh it away.
You make my head swell,

& I have the urge to take the innocent life today, do you?
You disgust me, making me want to vommit.
Cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch

Steal the life of this baby and party your life away,
disregarding the fact that it didn't have a choice in the matter.
You make my head swell
you cold-hearted, selfish, self-righteous witch.

-Caroline Youngless


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The Ending Yet Not

The time has came to an end,
My heart is beating fast,
I want to embrace you,
For ever you shall be mine.

Why is love so hard?
My tears fall and fall,
Memories will remain in my mind,
I don't like this ending,
I wanted happy ending.

All I wanted is a small house,
With a happy family,
I wanted to be what I didn't,
See with my parents.

God why is he fading off,
He is everything I got!
I searched hard,
To find the one I want.

I feel rushed to obtain my mind,
The words just keep on,
Coming in rush,
As if you are leaving,
At this moment and on,

I want to talk to my best friend,
To look in your eyes is hard,
My emotions run,
My tears cant stop!

To say goodbye is hard,
To have no one to turn to,
When I am happy and sad,
When you are alone,
I want to be by your side,
Every where you go,
I want to be there with,

My heart has the deepest cut,
I want you to be close to me,
Like we were before,
I feel angry with God!!
Why are you leaving me?

This isn't the vision I had in mind,
Best friends and lovers forever apart,
I wanted you to be the one,
To hold my hand and get married.


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BEAUTY IN LIFE SPONTANEITY

Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Experiences uncovers blues and rhymes one couldn't find
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Culture, law, ethics and education; man learns and understand
Defining, refining and reminding they try to do to mankind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined

Attempt to break traditions,"outside tries", don't be confined
Falling and committing mistakes will not leave anyone behind
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Reach for something in the distance, consider a wise stand
Drench without inhibitions, "LA VITA E BELLA" bear in mind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined

Anxieties, fear, poverty and inferiority they can blind
Yet, live! live! embrace whole life! don't ever decline! 
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned

Remember! NOT everyone can be given a fair second chance
Affectionate at heart and sagacious mind, manage to combine 
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned


BY:
olive_eloi
2:14 am
03/28/2014

CONTEST: Rhyme Battle: Round 4 Free Poetry Contest Details
SPONSOR: JULI - MICHELLE
6TH PLACE


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WHY IS LIFE EITHER DARK OR BRIGHT

Why is life either dark or bright,
dreary as death and joyful as birth?
Why can't it be brighter than light?


Some aim high at claiming their birthright,
their thoughts are rooted in worth;
why is life either dark or bright? 


For many days and nights are cursed with fright,
often failure becomes an unbearable torment;
why can't it be brighter than light?


Could anyone restore a man's blind sight,
or multiply a fish by invoking a thought?
Why is life either dark or bright?


And should all who seem impeccably right,
hide hatred and envy by not rising a doubt? 
Why is life either dark or bright?


Must I remind everyone how fragile is might;
wasn't life created from water and dust? 
Why is life either dark or bright?
Why can't it be brighter than light?


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In death throes

 In death throes

Last of the hang-outs  is the cruelest one 
Hanging by tubes or not,  sadly in chains
Saying  bye while  leaving a lot undone

Though you've been through it all under the sun
Some of them carrying a lot of pain
Last of the hang-outs is the cruelest one .

It’s as if some one is holding a gun
To your head and you think  all was in vain
Saying  bye while leaving a lot undone

True it is that some of it was real fun
Which  but silently did leave you all drained.
Last of the hang-outs is the cruelest one

To turn the clock back, there simply are none
When futile with  illnesses  you are lain
Saying  bye while leaving a lot undone

When of no  use  are  kin and even son
And faculties are on a steady wane
Last of the hang-outs is the cruelest one
Saying bye while  leaving a lot undone.

19 Mar 14
Form: Villanelle

To irrita(s)te Charlotte



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When Two Worlds Collide

What happens when two worlds collide?
Will there by earthquakes, hurricanes, or tsunamis
When combining something that should stay divided?

It's like a scientist's experiment 
Will it work, or will it not?
What happens when two worlds collide?

Will everything co-exist in perfect harmony like dew on a flower after a rain shower?
Or erupt like a landslide during a volcano? 
When combining something that should stay divided?

And will love come through as strong as ever to seal the deal
Or crash and burn on the dreams of tomorrow? 
What happens when two worlds collide?

When all seems lost and hope is scarce; will it re-ignite into yesterday's flame
And light the world with burning desire,
When combining something that should stay divided?

Even though I try no to remember you and the love we once shared, I can't help but wonder
Why, why...
Did our two worlds collide when they should have stayed divided?


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THE CAPTAIN AND HIS COVE'S

Once 
it 
was 
a 
trait 
ever 
feature
on 
this 
entire 
earthly 
nature
And 
it 
eerier 
the 
ultimate 
lisping 
Inside 
man’s 
own 
self 
exhilaration
Wings 
in 
jiffy  
like 
clone 
of 
each 
could 
beetle 
off
When 
there 
were 
no 
crime 
and 
choice
Some 
barely 
singe-
in 
a 
weeny 
voice
At 
times 
long 
had 
em 
but 
grown 
up
Even 
as 
medley 
and 
maffled



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Your Arm Around My Shoulder

I rest peaceful, knowing you are there, my brother.
I will never need to feel alone,
with your arm, always around my shoulder.

Our boyhood antics, I will always treasure.
Should the day come, I feel the need to roam,
I rest peaceful, knowing you are there, my brother.

Standing together, life's bumps we will weather.
A better friend, I will have never known,
with your arm, always around my shoulder.

We are bound to get into trouble together,
as we pass each of life's milestones.
I rest peaceful, knowing you are there my brother.

Should I chance to stumble and falter,
I will look upon you as my cornerstone.
With your arm, always around my shoulder.

With all we'll share through the adventures
and the paths we will take when we're grown.
I rest peaceful, knowing you are there, my brother,
with your arm, always around my shoulder.


Paula Swanson
April 30, 2011

For the contest Brotherly Love
Sponsored by Miranda Lambert
Placement: 1st


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Danger Lurks

Danger lurks around every bend
as one travels the leafy path
peril in each step now does pend

With every move we must contend
as nature rages with her wrath
danger lurks around every bend

Passing onward through life we fend
with the odd brush we fight off death
peril in each step now does pend

Trouble everywhere we contend
pushing we travel every path
danger lurks around every bend

Battling our way through we vend
no time to stop and take a bath
peril in each step now does pend

Sometimes peace found in aftermath
as we outwit the psychopath
danger lurks around every bend
peril in each step now does pend


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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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Echoes of my heart

All the things that tear me apart
And drove me completely insane
They are the echoes of my heart

Life stabbed me with a poisonous dart
And that caused me to gain
All the things that tear me apart

The pain and the loneliness in my art
The misery that causes tears to drop like rain
They are the echoes of my heart

My life is a show, happiness plays no part
If only I knew the way to drain
All the things that tear me apart

The nightmares that my insecurities start
The words “Someone please help me once again”
They are the echoes of my heart

The fact that life isn’t sweet as a tart
The emotions that petrifies my brain
All the things that tear me apart
They are the echoes of my heart


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Land in White

I see a land completely all in white Secluded by the trees and the bushes This place is grand seeming a holy sight It’s not like snow or powder in some night The land is quietly filled with shushes I see a land completely all in white The woods holds the mystery of delight Will the fairy that made this give wishes The place is grand seeming a holy sight There are spots illuminated by light The whiteness is bright and filled with lushes I see a land completely all in white No creature here really wants to fight Glory emphatic is great in thrushes The place is grand seeming a holy sight White seems to sure make everything just right Not a plant carries or surely crushes I see a land completely all in white The place is grand seeming a holy sight
Contest: Fantasy Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton 6/20/2013


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Villanelle: Ask not why, how, where nor what we've become

Villanelle: Ask not why, how, where nor what we’ve become

Ask not why, how, where nor what we’ve become
   Same fate’s meant for all in this thrice-nailed world
Everybody’s mistakes around they’ll come

No use crying over some lost kingdom
   Unless it’s to prevent mistakes of old
Ask not why, how, where nor what we’ve become

If no one e’er made mistakes at random
   Everybody will be mean, proud and bold
Everybody’s mistakes around they’ll come

Only life on earth will be boring some
   Most will wonder where to live life like old
Ask not why, how, where nor what we’ve become

No life’s straight nor easily overcome
   None can claim the right mistake be re-told
Everybody’s mistakes around they’ll come

Right or wrong the challenge is to become
   That person who knows how to learn from old
Ask not why, how, where nor what we’ve become
Everybody’s mistakes around they’ll come

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013


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Childhood

She has seen things in her life
That no child should have seen
Like powder on the edge of a knife

As mother inhales happiness and exhales strife
The frail child watches those eyes begin to gleam
She has seen things in her life

One the mother was a wife
But once father left mother started to lean
Towards powder on the edge of a knife

Mothers prized possession is that knife
Carefully hidden under the bed an wrapped in jean
She has seen things in her life

Once her father took brothers life
And the recurring losing theme
Led her to powder on the edge of a knife

Now daughter also experiences stffe 
Growing into a fragile teen
She has seen things in her life
Like powder on the edge of a knife 


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HEAVEN-A MIXTURE OF HAPPINESS

heaven lies in innocent and peace heart.
where does the innocent and peace heart lies?
first it lies in god. 
next to god is the babies.
in their each and every action there lies heaven.
heaven there in our vision.
how we face things is the heaven, which keeps us happily.
have a fine and good thought in the heart and mind.
all is well and every where is the heaven.
life will float in air.


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When The Sea Is Angry

When the sea is angry
 Waves, like knives, penetrate deeply
Secrets are revealed
                                                     
Stingrays uncovered, at risk
 Burrow deep
When the sea is angry 
                                                                            
Shells buried for time unknown
 Surface in brilliant majesty
Secrets are revealed

The coral braces, mortality guaranteed
 Death and destruction inevitable
When the sea is angry

Sand scattered, settles again
 History buried, rears its head
Secrets are revealed

What is exposed, covered again
 Nothing left for man
When the sea is angry

An explosion born of fury
 Brings forth, then takes away again
When the sea is angry
Secrets are revealed


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Take Me Home-repost



Take Me Home Take me home, oh take me home to stay To a weary heart some comfort bring Let me rest , I long for yesterday... Years have past , the sky is turning gray For me soon the bells of death will ring Take me home, oh take me home to stay... In my youth's folly I went away Now to the past my thoughts do cling Let me rest, I long for yesterday... I thought to conquer the world one day But instead I felt the serpent's sting Take me home, oh take me home to stay... Just let me smell life's old bouquet And remember old songs to sing Let me rest, I long for yesterday... I see the light of home so far away And the thrush upon its silent wing Take me home, oh take me home to stay Let me rest, I long for yesterday


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LIFE and LIGHT

the same each day - no different is my night
I yearn for light inside my dismal fold
The joy I seek eludes my feeble sight ......

My profile low - restrictions far too tight 
Of time and sense of nature growing old
The same each day - no different is my night.

Mt soirit low - cleft too bereft for flight
Cross shadowed - squeezed into a mortal mould
The joy I seek eludes my my feeble sight ...... 

The "Soup Run" warms me in pitious plight
A hug a caring female hand to hold 
The same each day - no different is the night.

Gone (almost) is the life I thought my right
Undead I cling to clay while growing old
The joy I seek eludes my feeble sight ......

Eclipsing life itself - a human blight
Unloved - unwashed - my spirit unconsoled 
The same each day - no different is my night.

My rose has bloomed - and blossomed in the light 
A bteath of warmth has blown away the cold
Th joy i seek for suddenly in sight ......

YES .....  Now I glimpse a bright celestial light
And feel this day will now to joy unfold
A bright new day - the passing of the night
The joy for which I sought - at last in sight !!!!!


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Shadow Of A Doubt

Only in the light of reasons we sprout
Do we seek our destinies by the shore.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?

To this type of thinking we are devout
But only to this one kind and no more:
Only in the light of reasons we sprout.

And now we know what it’s all about.
The passion and war that we abhor.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?

This method of logic we can’t do without.
But it’s been around for ages in lore
Only in the light of reasons we sprout.

This is the life we complain about.
Strangely the one we explore yet ignore.
Can there be a shadow of a doubt?

Before we can grasp it, we want out
Due to the complexities of logic. For
Only in the light of reasons we sprout
Can there be a shadow of a doubt.


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Benevolence

Lost and astonished I crave this day
That places to proof all that hardship I feel
There is no time for me to say
I just cry alone searching my will

As I walk through the valley  of decay
I find no strength in the life for the  wound to  heal
I just walk alone, sad and pray
That my destiny will soon fulfill

Lost and astonished I crave this day
Where in the past there were so many appeals
I cant give up, I will stand and not let it stay
to enhance the moment as it truly reveals

I let out a scream and  my mind flies away
As the despair in my body seals
The words of peace that I need today

Lost and astonished I crave this day
For positive thoughts to be my ideal 
In solutions and upcoming ways
to find hope, when hope conceals


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Oh Vulnerable Woman

What a beauty you are!
In this very life, my life!
Oh vulnerable woman!

In your fertile womb,
Precious little life,
What a beauty you are!

Lovely soul takes life bids,
Without hesitation,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Without your weakness,
You would not offer love,
What a beauty you are!

Selfless is your existence;
Yielding self to a small one,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Your delicate body gifted life,
And life gives peace as price,
What a beauty you are!
Oh vulnerable woman!


8/11/14

** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all 
her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true 
beauty!!


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In wonder's winters' wistful wrings

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings 

 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
Windmills wait for their windstorm's day;
Worldly wreath and wrath of kings 
Writhe in wrong and wrought old rings,
While stars of happy green, in woe they pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
My love is rowing, and angels white it brings.
A whiff white of dreams and air beings,
While whirlwind whets the winter's whip gray. 
But who is there, where my heart sings? 
The seasons gathered to meet The Milky Way…
 
In wonder's winters' wistful wrings, 
Whispers of love enlighten the things:
Sweet serenity of green in the light's way; 
From Father Chrisman, the blessed rainbow sings  
The same new written poem with white wings…
All we became a tree in no time's amber, I pray.

In wonder's winters' wistful wrings,
With our seasons, with happy angels we play.


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Failed Villanelle

Memories swirl down rivers like foam
My thoughts are sewing up the seams,
And life like leaves melts into silent loam.

Wolf hearts like ours know only how to roam,
Lone souls, breaker tossed, cling to the beam,
Of a thing, in a dream, called home.

Build a tomb, a gilt and effervescent dome,
To remind yourself with the gleam,
That life like leaves melts into silent loam.

Fate is fluid, not scratched in an ancient tome,
We dream, carried down the Styx’s stream,
Of a thing, in a dream, called home.

Forget for now that you’re alone,
There is no joy in such a theme,
Life like leaves melts into silent loam,
Like a thing, in a dream, called home.


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Ten Villanelles- Last

                                  10

To move forward what would that possibly entail
An idea so strange, that I cannot even conceive
Knowing that I'm lost, still enchanted by your spell

You should consider all this, and consider it well
Maybe one day you'll wake up seeking a reprieve
To move forward what would that possibly entail

In good responsible decisions I hardly ever excel
If I tell you everything once more, will you believe
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell

Somehow I always find a way to make myself fail
Many times it is my very own soul that I deceive
To move forward what would that possibly entail

Without a map leading me, how can I ever set sail
Seeking meaning, but never finding what will relieve
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell

The memories are always a sad never ending tale
For a chance to re-enter life, nothing would I leave
To move forward what would that possible entail
Knowing that I’m lost, still enchanted by your spell


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The gentle dwellers

In my area there’re no children with diapers
No young people in their formative years.
People call it “a place of aged couples “

There are no young people married or singles,
No grown-ups with their hope and dreams
In my area there’re no children with diapers

There are only aging and aged humans,
Self-obsessed, pretentious, bohemians,
People call it “a place of aged couples”.

To the past or future they have no eyes,
People are rather at home and homes,
In my area there’re no children with diapers.

No happy mothers bothering for diapers,
To take the children around no happy fathers,
People call it “a place of aged couples”

Feeding and food worries not the parents
To regenerate no people returning homes
In my area there’re no children with diapers
People call it “ a place of aged couples.


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LOST AND FOUND

To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.
Life falls apart, disintegrates, and dies.
Climb back again. We have an amazing Master.

A man I know lost faith, and his life’s design.
He gave up hope, and took to pity’s resign.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

He broke a heart, a marriage, and kept the kids
But shredded them too, for lack of vision’s skids.
Climb back again.  We have and amazing Master.

His wife forgot her passion for truth’s wild fire,
And wandered, lost, into world’s framed by desire.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

But God was on her case.  He never left her,
And brought her longing heart within His spur.
She climbed back again to her amazing Master.

The tale goes on, for the children need to know
Why father’s fall had made them suffer so, 
Why losing faith is such a great disaster.
Climb back again.  We’ve such an amazing Master.


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The new girl in the campus

	First day at the college with my new car,
	as I wanted to make it perfect.
	Yes, dressed like a rock star.

	You know!  How choosy we really are..
	As to our whole world, it does affect.	
	And I was nervous, standing along the girls with cigarette and cigar.
	
	Then I met a boy, who lived very far.
	A boy sweet enough, with a brain and intellect.
	He made my day, as sweet as chocolate bar.
	
	I had heard a lot of stories all bizarre.
	About my seniors and what they object.
	And like a hot cake, the stories spread in bazaar.

	Then came a man with a scar.
	I got intimidated and my voice trembled as I reflect.
	But he was a nice man, who had just parked my car.
	
	
	All my lectures were equal to tar.
	And one teacher, was keen on destroying every object
	By the third lecture, all I wanted was to run away like a jaguar

	Once more I saw that sweet boy beside my car.
	Yes, I think we had something to connect.	
	Now he is my best friend and we rock like an electric guitar.
	Like superstars from America to Myanmar.
	 				 	
	


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Shape Our Destiny

Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Allow all of nature to shine selflessly.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Passion explodes of angelic epiphany.
Bonded intensely, forever altruistically,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Creating shared allure in coupled lucidity,
While delivering unified joy independently
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Prevailing to be triumphant elevate probability.
No survival with any loss, definitely,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Breaching humankinds’ lonely dependency,
Divinity of our separate minds, held individually.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.
Drive our senses into sensuality.
Leaving no moment to ensue sinfully,
Shape our souls into our loving destiny.
Roll out; take it beyond infinity.


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Two roads of a twisted fate

I see two roads of a twisted fate
Lying before me like hell's gate
What sins have I done to be forced paths
To suffer such torments of opposing wraths
Down one lies pain in pouring rain
Trying in vain to cleanse the earth's stain
With no notion or idea it's not all in vain
The other lies sin and self gain
Demonic laughter clang with chain as nature rides its lane
With pleasures of flesh and blood flowing on a corrupting plane
So with disdain I pound my brain
As time keeps dripping from my vein
Is it the sins and lust that cover the crust
That I must make meeting before my head bust
Or must I refrain because it's truly insane
For what value can debauchery really contain
Why must I suffer and strain if I can't be vain
How humble can I feign to those who let life drain

I can't take this, it's just not fair
No one lends a hand or care
Not even when I help them
Does a seed of ardor stem

It hurts less and less... so strange
How much less til my thoughts derange

When will the falling water remove pride and fear
When will I see worth when those rainy skies clear
When will restraint and reverence leave
How can I dance with flesh if I must grieve

These paths, they are so twisted
Yet choosing one my mind's insisted
Do I swim upstream against the grain
Or reap the rewards of the slain

Do I fight, or all confide?
To unite, or to divide?


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The Far Blue Mountains

The far Blue Mountains call to me
Begging me to take flight
Desert below, hear my plea

It is my wish to fly to thee
I see them in the dying light
The far Blue Mountains call to me

I will make it there, this my decree
I would go this very night
Desert below, hear my plea

They are as far of as I can see
And truly a glorious sight
The far Blue Mountains call to me

It is my wish to fly to thee
Desert below, hear my plight
Desert below, hear my plea

When I’m there I will be free
Flying to their magnificent heights
The far Blue Mountains call to me
Desert below, hear my plea.


~9th Place in the "Villanelle Me" Contest by Dr. Ram Mehta~


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Retort from Inside the Eggshell

I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
Through countless absurdities I held my tongue
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I mastered the rules willing all to be well
As you blitzed career ladders splintering each rung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

I laid low, so fierce your desire to excel
Your mint julep put-downs like scorpions stung
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I wallowed in patience, don’t ask and don’t tell
I begged your repentance where hope’s crosses hung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

A childishly reckless, indulged Southern Belle 
Your frivolous insults so flippantly flung
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

For years poise and wit lulled me lame with their spell
I yearned for the charmed days when love’s fruits first sprung
But your mind’s locked up tight in a bright padded cell
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
While you courted your daydreams from hell.


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Creeps in slowly contest

Guard your heart closely through all your seasons,                     
Open wounds he’ll find to borrow within,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

Does not need to have a special reason,
His kisses slowly stop you from breathing,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

After you wake, you find a strange lesion,
Wallowing in an original sin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

All along you thought he was just teasing,
Question yourself how did this begin,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

Find yourself uncontrollably freezing,
A plunderer tried to take his cheap win,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason.

You’re left with an image that’s not pleasing,
Eyes shut, recalling a menacing grin,
He’ll creep in slowly committing treason,
Guard your heart closely through all your seasons.

By: Sabina nicole


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Let Not Love Take Your Life and Soul

Let not love take your life and soul.
Love should be cherished with no martyr.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

One love may be forever, while another may troll.
This may trigger heartbreak, this would be harder,
Let not love take your life and soul.

These days they may think there is a better role.
Especially if they meet a so called charmer,
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

You may be left without anyone to console.
Though you still have such gracious honor,
Let not love take your life and soul.

You may feel you are lost inside a hole.
You only have to look for new love to conquer.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.

Take out your lonesomeness for a little stroll.
Forget the past, let not your hate harbor
Let not love take your life and soul.
Take not a life, find new life to cajole.


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Villanelle: For one life lived through mistakes how many defy death

Villanelle: For one life lived through mistakes how many defy death

                    for Greg Paul                    

For one life lived through mistakes how many defy death
For each mistake a new life blooms on the Tree of Life
Sibling souls come together to meet the first on last breath

If the original course of the first life makes a bee-line to death
Then each mistaken life takes off at an angle in equal strife
For one life lived through mistakes how many defy death

Now each individual’s life line criss-crosses the other’s birth
Who’s watching whom in Prentententoonstellung alive
Sibling souls come together to meet the first on last breath

Spinning shafts of light fissioning out of revolving depth
Dense nuclear porcupine quills jutting out on the axis of hive 
For one life lived through mistakes how many defy death

Pairs of eyes stare at image in revolving mirrors out of breath
Sandwiched between endless mirrors broken lives connive
Sibling souls come together to meet the first on last breath

Till the day the one life that never a mistake made myth
Will never his image in the mirrors reflected be alone alive
For one life lived through mistakes how many defy death
Sibling souls come together to meet the first on last breath

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


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Mastered art (Give or take)

When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving
The lessons it gives is decisions worth making
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Unselfish and always prepared for the grieving
Of ever present humps without shadows forsaking
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving  

In teaching the secrets that lead to believing
That the goals make the journey worth undertaking
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Crystalloid nightmares with frail hope deceiving
Rainbowed hearts varied in degrees of breaking 
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving

Kaleidoscope dreams of creation retrieving
New found ideas from cold minds flaking  
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living

Shattered on transparent glass my mind keeps misgiving
Some rocky pasture filled with thoughts, there for the taking
When hardships in lifetimes are unforgiving
I’ll learn this and master the gift of living


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Alaskan Nights

I want to take a walk along the pier
I'll then drain out my eyes upon the shore
I wonder why he ever put me here

The sea - it seems to feel more than we dare
To manifest the lust it has for gore
I want to take a walk along the pier

Impossible it is my life to steer
A horse unbridled gallops all the more
I wonder why he ever put me here

A night of blackness is a cause for fear
Alaskan night. I do not know what for
I want to take a walk along the pier

And if that walk (I hope) is not so sheer
I'll ponder me down to the very core
I wonder why he ever put me here

To warn the masses that the end is near
And tell them heaven shut its narrow doors
I then will take a walk along the shore
And ponder why he ever put me here


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Whispering Hills Manor

The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain
that lunch is late, and cold, the day is drear,
the forecast is for everlasting rain.

There's maybe one among them who is sane
"but he's been deaf an age in either ear,"
the old folks in their wheelchairs still complain.

They're not past noticing the pricks and pain
that never make their boredom disappear.
The forecast is for everlasting rain

but that's just tedium, a dead refrain
repeating like a casual stab of fear.
The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain

while looking out the window, past the stain
of fingerprints the cleaning ladies smear.
The forecast is for everlasting rain,

but not a weatherman would dare maintain
a storm could ever wash their prospects clear.
The old folks in their wheelchairs still complain,
the forecast is for everlasting rain.


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When History Cries

Men come forth
Black clouds hover, answer the call
When history cries

Upon the field, once green
Flowing red, wars bitter friend
Men come forth

Sweethearts love lost forever
Patriotism wounded, refuses to die
When history cries

Who knows the heart of warriors
Uniforms identify living and dead, ranks define
Men come forth

When next the call to arms
Forget not valor upon whose fields hero’s are born
Men come forth
When history cries


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Queen Bee

Close to what will be?
Choose the beginning and than the end
If true to his words, she will call on thee.

The beacon shows where to find the queen bee
And flowers full of nectar, blossoming on an orange tree 
Close to what will be?

The workers span out to retrieve
What miles they cover
If true to his words, she will call on thee.

Alfalfa pollen and wildflower dust
Returning and leaving and doing the same
Close to what will be?

The pollen from a spring time delight on an orchard tree
The off-spring virtually never ending
If true to his words, she will call on thee.

In a bees life it is the king-not the queen-that takes a knee
He repents and worships her 
Close to what will be? 
If true to his words, she will call on thee.


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Martyr

Down in deep dark Rwanda you will see
my martyred soul staring you in the face
will you be my savior or will you flee

I call you for help and you say just be
you tell me to wait and stay in my place
down in deep dark Rwanda you will see

why don't you come and at least set me free
my children will stay and keep their own pace
will you be my savior or will you flee

my best friend went on her own killing spree
all I could see was her agonized face
down in deep dark Rwanda you will see

I stood like a petrified dark black tree
stuck in an never ending deep dark haze
will you be my savior or will you flee

all I can offer is a humble plea
please come and stop this never ending chase
will you be my savior or will you flee
down in deep dark Rwanda you will see



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You Let Me Sit and Cry

I still wonder your reply
I’ve been waiting so patiently
And yet you let me sit and cry  

I’m always so shy 
Yet I opened my heart for you 
And I still wonder your reply

I have feelings for you, and I don’t wonder why
You know how I feel 
And yet you let me sit and cry  

I looked you in the eye
And told you my secrete  
And I still wonder your reply

My heart was so broken, I thought I might die
You were there the whole time 
And yet you let me sit and cry

I always wished that you were mine
Until now you never knew
And I still wonder your reply
And yet you let me sit and cry


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The Chimney

The chimney now stands alone
Without the home that was filled with love
A relic of what once had been gone

All the children left for places unkown
Father left many years ago for above
The chimney now stands alone

It once radiated warmth from its stones
As mother cooked meals unconceived of
A relic of what once had been gone

The chimney now stands alone 
Once it glowed with warmth that was made use of
Family gathered around, sweet potatoes thrown

In the ashes and coals, now the family is unknown
They're gone to different parts of the world, deprived of
A relic of what once had been gone

Children studied lessons once by the flame
Now no one even knows any of their names
The chimney now stands alone
A relic of what once had been gone


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Unlocked, Not Free

Unlocking does not make me free
It alters nothing that I say;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

My barrier is, though chains debris,
Though time-worn bars are shoved away;
Unlocking does not make me free.

A fine-spun web still mantles me,
Through open doors, I am the prey;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

I dare not hear, or say, or see,
Or peel aside the steel-cold gray;
Unlocking does not make me free.

Though broken, bent, and shattered be
My bonds – yet silent, see the day;
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.

What holds me fast? What dangers see?
Beyond what boundary never stray?
Unlocking does not make me free
And though uncaged, I cannot flee.


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Florida Rain

Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain
Water curtains falling upon vistas stricken blind;
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

Terminal concourse swathed in loss and pain,
Blurring out of sight yet clear in mind;
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain.

Bowed heads in knowing full that never the 'twain
Shall meet, nor evermore these souls will find
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

Should alligator jaws from foaming drain
Feast on the last of love that stays behind,
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain?

Storm clouds in the heart and in the brain
Turn darker now than Mother Nature's kind,
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

If only there were some way to obtain
A means by which such love could be enshrined,
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.


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Tomorrow is Another Day

Tomorrow is another day.
But today God has blessed our sky.
With reds and yellow, such greens and gray.

As light reflects off our desert clay
Such beauty can seldom fill an eye,
Yet tomorrow brings another day.

More than this, we could dare not pray!
Above the color we see so high
With purple and pink, with greens and gray.

Heavens sent such a grand bouquet
Goodness of life can we not deny.
Still tomorrow shall be another day.

In tomorrow, will we find our way?
Can clouds hide: will beauty be shy,
With violet and blue, such hues of gray.

Thankful we are for such grand array,
Today His sky just seems to cry.
Yet tomorrow is another day.
With reds and yellow, such greens and gray.


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Plans

Why is it so difficult to get away?
The lists, the luggage from last summer’s trip....
The sun’s above the trees, and still we stay.

A highway beckons like a right-of-way;
a destination holds us in its grip.
Why is it so difficult to get away?

The beach, a skyline, theme park, and a play:
the planned vacation launches like a ship.
But sunlight sweeps the drive, and still we stay.

A single task yet unresolved; we lay
aside the silken sleeve with a tiny rip.
Why is it so difficult to get away?

And now the cat curls about your ankle, gray
as grief at being left. A fingertip
of sun has touched the glass, and still we stay.

Our shadows on familiar walks may prey
on lengthened absence. An eyelid’s slip.
Why is it so difficult to get away
as sun nods into afternoon? And still we stay.


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When you compete with no one

Follow your heart, to thyself be true
do not fear the coming of the day
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you

See the gray as gray, the blue as blue
your eyes are your greatest gift, don’t let them slip away
follow your heart, to thyself be true

Men will argue, women will croon
but in your mind the decision will be made
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you

Ghosts from without and from within will try to spook you
but you need never feel afraid
follow your heart, to thyself be true

Strangers try to hold you down and keep you to the rules
but it does not matter what they have to say!
When you compete with no one, no one compete with you

You are the maestro, call the tune
and your symphony you shall hear the whole world play
follow your heart, to thyself be true
when you compete with no one, no one can compete with you.


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Lies

Do throw your life away.
Keep renewing your pain.
This means your life is okay.

This is the game I play:
Your soul and being I drain.
Do throw your life away.

None of your friends will stay.
People from you abstain.
This means your life is okay.

Sometimes you He does sway,
But your will I wane.
Do throw your life away.

Failure occurs every day.
Feel like you are becoming insane.
This means your life is okay.

Do not try to delay,
Keep renewing your pain.
Do throw your life away.
This means your life is okay.


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so why do you care

i have flaws 
and i can not resist myself 
to those thing that i truly can not have
little wicked things that seem meaningless 
                                                                              if you don't really think about it-

So Why Do You Care?

i might try to flex myself to be a goody to shoes
but, that i can't be 
being a nice girl is smiply just not me
                     so why do you care?
i am one of those walks on the stagger line
i am the one you think is lost 
yet i already found myself:
                                              Twice!
You think i cause chaos
You think that i am chaos 
but, i do not
I am just normal 
   a rare simpleton 
      with a little more flare
                                              and 
I am living my life with bigger smile
                                                            and 
I am living my peachy life merrily:
                                         so why do You care?
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The Heat of Love

Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat,
The separation between our bodies is quite a shame;
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

Your lips grace mine; I taste your mouth tender and sweet,
Upon my bodily form you have certainly staked your claim
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat.

You lock hands with me as we walk this street
Into my ear you faintly whisper my name,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

The thumping upon the grounds emits from our feet,
My eyes are captivated by your imposing frame,
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat.

Entangled within each others souls no other shall we greet
Our love is a candle, within our hearts the flame,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.

We have overcome many a callous feat,
Togetherness remained our endless aim.
Feel against your chest the tune of my heart’s beat,
We flee that prevailing sensation of immense heat.


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Take A Chance

Where are you now?
Will you be able to find your way?
Step into the darkness, take a chance

The path is long
The way is hard
Where are you now?

The light is deadly 
Take the path unknown
Step into the darkness, take a chance

The light is blinding
Change your path
Where are you now?

Be careful, watch your step
The path to take is unstable
Step into the darkness, take a chance

Do you see where you're going?
Is the end of your path near?
Where are you now?
Step into the darkness, take a chance


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Let the Weeds Grow

Let wildflowers grow lofty on my grave.
Do not hoe them when their young and tender.
May they share my plot, may I be their slave.

Their seeds seek not for a coward or brave
let wild they wonder and blossoms render.
Let wildflowers grow haughty top my grave.

Give them this small ground a refuge to save 
from death by scythe and the lack of splendor.  
Let them mark my plot as an arrogant slave's.

For it was in life no comfort I gave,
no pity for flower, love or cinder.
Let grand swathes of weeds cover my grave

and  be warned all who see and not deprave
such joys of life we gladly surrender.
Let them share this spot with vanity's slave.

Let weeds flows over me, wave after wave,
may I in death be their meek defender?
Let wildflowers bloom lofty on my grave,
may they mark my plot, may I be their slave.


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The Empty Hall

She quietly paces the hall.
Gentle tears stream down her face
As she stares at a blank white wall.

The doctor steps out to make the final call.
Her heart begins to pound and race
As she quietly paces the hall.

She ignores all
And she tries to accept this dreadful fate
As she stares at a blank white wall.

Crumpling her tissue into a ball.
She thinks about her long lost soul mate
And quietly paces the hall/

Her eyelids droop and she yawns
As it gets to be very late
But she just stares at a blank white wall.

She ignores all
As the nurses watch her wait.
They watch her pace the hall
As she stares at the blank white wall.


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Sores

So many times before
I have claimed to know.
These things now form sores.

Life was so simply a tour:
Look at the sun; look at the snow.
So many times before.

Now life can be called a bore:
At 5:45 will be the show.
These things now form sores.

I was obsessed with old lore:
Luke Skywalker, "Nooo!"
So many times before.

My body unscathed to the care.
Like uncooked dough.
These things now form sores.

I used to live for so much more,
Now I eat much like a crow.
So many times before,
These things now form sores.


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Not only the cat

When curiosity consumes the mind
and thoughts are captured in a moment’s glance,
to trade control for instinct unrefined

is wandering through feeling’s forest, blind
to where it leads. I never can advance
when curiosity consumes the mind

for in that journey, part is left behind - 
the part that knows the perils of romance!
To trade control for instinct unrefined

allows the truth to find me intertwined
among the waves of some forgotten dance
when curiosity consumes the mind.

In bending so, this life becomes confined,
and purposeful transforms into mere chance;
to trade control for instinct unrefined,

forget they are within myself combined, 
will blur the right, the negative enhance:
when curiosity consumes the mind,
to trade control for instinct unrefined.


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Domino effect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
Amazon women, plotting to barter
And legends preach of Russian roulette

And legends preach of Russian roulette
Ritualistic roles, a common martyr
Barbarian heroes, men of respect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
Are icy cold in mountain flakes
And legends preach of Russian roulette

And legends preach of Russian roulette
Far from warm light, raising stakes
Barbarian heroes, men of respect

Barbarian heroes, men of respect
The pre-empted massacre looms
And legends preach of Russian roulette

Acoustic sounds, resourceful doom
And purpose lost, enforced, entombed
And legends preach of Russian roulette
Barbarian heroes, men of respect  


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portraits of the subconcious

Flowers find their way into restless sleep
Conscious nightmares make for weary dreams
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Following the path to find nothing in the end
Reaching the end to find it all starts again
Flowers find their way into restless sleep

Remaining still in order to remain unseen
Shadows hiding what remains to be seen
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Falling angels make the best shooting stars
Burning up in the atmosphere in dreamland 
Flowers find their way into restless sleep

Bringing back the throbbing on the inside first
Staring blankly into the night sky, she waits
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette

Sometimes the tourniquet don’t really work
Then the dreams seep into the waking mind
Flowers find their way into restless sleep
She stands there idly, smoking her cigarette


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Milking It - (a villanelle)

They pull back a curtain in time
with one-word pictures sublime
to evoke a tear or much fear.

Announcers speak of Katrina,
9-11, Columbine or Diana
through a curtain in time.

Talking heads regurgitate Watergate,
the Holocaust or Vietnam to titillate
a tear or much fear.

Lives lived vicariously
on the trauma or drama they see
through a curtain in time.

Memories milked on the 11 o'clock news
as some folks settle in for a snooze
without a tear or much fear.

Until the next catastrophe
become the latest event to be
shelved on tape behind a curtain in time
to await a tear or much fear.


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Walking The Reservoir

Walking the reservoir, parched and dry,
beneath white hot sun in cloudless sky;
through shimmering haze that sears the soul
sucking all life from the water hole.

Vacuum lungs cough words that sigh,
arid prayers breathed to mountain’s high,
emploring the heaven’s to weep and cry
yet grass burns black from moisture stole,
walking the reservoir.

To prayers cast there is no reply,
on scorching thermals vulture’s fly
and crazy-paved cracks will take their toll,
a life-blood drought in this dustbowl,
all good intentions blaze and die
walking the reservoir.


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Grey

A past once treasured, held so dear,
A fleeing thought she wished to stay
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Change is this lady’s greatest fear,
Now she holds the infinite future at bay
A past once treasured, held so dear.

Others look upon, seeing this as queer,
Dreading the night she seeks only the day
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

Her path is vague, very unclear,
Her vision black and white, blind to the grey
A past once treasured, held so dear.

The fire hunts her, coming near,
She is no longer the warrior, becoming the prey
Once more the heart sheds a tear.

She has uncovered it, she is here,
From the trial some path, she did not stray
A past once treasured, held so dear,
Once more the heart sheds a tear.