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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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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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holding back the tears


    I really think I know you, even when I'm blue
    When were full of Tasmanian oysters and too much chardonnay
    But now your'e going home alone, I'm feeling oh so empty.

    I do not think I know you, my dearest Sue, why so vague?
    Why don't you return my calls, Should I get a takeaway?
    I really think I know you even when I'm blue.

    I really think I know you, when the banking statements due
    Was that a spending spree when you spent the monthly pay
    Now my wallet feels so light and oh so very empty.

    I do not think I know you, are you really true
    When you go away for days and stray amid the fray
    I do not think I know you, even though I'm blue.

    I really think I know you, though why so many shoes
    How would you pick a pair, if we had to run away
    And why keep all the boxes, especially when they're empty.

   I do not think I know you, when were standing in a queue
   Together yet so far apart, I look and feel dismay
   I really think I know you, even though I'm blue
   There's nothing left for us to share, our love is all but empty.
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Kind Woman, Womankind

Brutes, in name of God, to show their might, fixed laws, that you’d succumb like measly sheep. Womankind, kind woman, rise and fight. Innocents of war with smiles once bright, ravished; tossed like garbage in a heap, angels hovering nigh have you in sight. Faithful brides, for something less than trite, set on fire in their beds as they sleep. Kind woman, womankind, your soul‘s in flight. Girls in huts, legs spread, cry out in fright. A ritual to mutilate cuts deep. Angels from on high do hear your plight. Wives in their own homes (not all is right), beaten, hush their children not to weep. Womankind, kind woman, comes the night. . . . Sisters, don’t be wearied by the blight. For what they sow, God’s told us they shall reap. Angels have prepared you robes of white. Kind woman, womankind, hold tight your light. By Andrea Dietrich


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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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Thoughts on a Medaeval Castle

'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Comfortably warm, at their tables they dine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

In the great hall, under the castle spire
Enjoying immensely their vittles and wine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Chatting with ease as the torches burn higher
Bathed in the scent of the burning of pine
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their laughter is ready, and wit does not tire
It only grows greater at hours after nine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire

Flick and the dart of the shadows inspire
Tales, ere the dawn of the even's decline
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre

Their thoughts and their words, do we dare to inquire?
Perhaps if we could there were riches to mine
'Tis a merry company gathered about the fire
Under the spell of a beautiful lyre


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THE SELF

One whispering to the cold air
thoughts astride too; a lonely mind
all blessings fine, all curses fair.

an endless cause, from Adam's days
in flight by day, air-borne by night,
and man cannot stop the play.

unheard, misread, misunderstood,
thus actions true and careless yet,
come from the wise, or of the fools.

a bucket full of nothing quite, 
the likeness to an empty soul;
unclear, not chromed and yet not white.

unjustified in classes; all
not prime, not poor, nor mediocre
n'er bloody sad nor over joyed.

so plenty here, too plenty dear,
these things to say in little lines,
since words are lacked, and men are feared,
these things unsaid fizz in my mind.

- RHYME BATTLE; ROUND 4 -


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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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Political Bondage

To be free of the people who tie and bind.
Leave all those who doubt me there; 
All the people who daudle fall behind…

Their ignorance and stupidity blind
And all the weak willed individuals should beware.
To be free of the people who tie and bind.

The tyrants rule and control they’re fragile minds.
 In filth the common live and are completely unaware;
All the people who dautle fall behind…

Like an obedient dog locked up and confined.
They do as they’re told with vacant stare.
To be free of the people who tie and bind.

Personality and uniqueness began to unwind.
The people know of no place better out there;
All the people who daudle fall behind…

They stand uniform and walk in steps and in a line.
One person whispers an unheard prayer…
To be free of the people who tie and bind.
All the people who daudle fall behind…


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Maggots on the Hook

Crank the handle and separate the shards.
We are an island clustered only by the venom of the fight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Wisdom rots the wilted bone and sparks
The night ablaze with inequalities unmeasured height.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.

Good men excuse the bad and suffer for their parts
A paper rain in Berlin, bricks of wealth alight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

Decadent rag-land waif jumps the queue, she starts
To feed Mother Nation to machines, a glory of blood and blight.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.

They collapse and we are forced the cards
Of Death and Hanged Man as starved finances lit the night
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.

In requiem, in mausoleum of memory their guards
Are floods of propaganda to the world, our broken bulb once bright.
Crank the handle and separate the shards
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.


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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 VILLANELLE

Do not let people put limits on you,
Or tell you what you are capable of,
Since your destiny is within your view.

Do not listen to them! No matter who
Tells you that you will never rise above,
Do not let people put limits on you.

You can do it, whenever you choose to
Prove your talent, with a heart full of love,
Since your destiny is within your view.

Just do you, no matter what else you do!
Because your talent fits you like a glove,
Do not let people put limits on you.

Do not take the opinions of the few.
Fly above them, peacefully, like a dove,
Since your destiny is within your view.

Ignore the ones who do not have a clue,
Resisting their opinions with a shove.
Do not let people put limits on you,
Since your destiny is within your view.


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"O"

           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
     From the ashes of corruption and greed, a unifying spirit will arise
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 
 
          We rejoice in his Presidency and the day he is sworn             
          Into an Office tainted by eight years of endless lies
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn

           A Socialist, to those who look down on him with malicious scorn
           Progressive diplomat, to those of us who are not looking for a reprise
           And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn. 

           Some try to topple his efforts, but on that January morn
           Throngs of people will crowd and stare, as if looking at a beautiful sunrise  
           Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn 

           With patience and undying courage he will mend a nation torn
            Insurmountable obstacles are present, but he hears our cries
             And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn 

    Diligent leadership will help create progress to problems skyrocketing and airborne   
            He promises he will stand with us in a time of lows or highs 
            Eyes shine with the proud tears of a nation reborn
            And he reassures and comforts the fears of the forlorn


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Little Boy

The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
on a stoic August morn
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,

Cries of anguish drowned out by a noise so loud,
forms forever etched in concrete as
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,

A grizzly tactic, that was meant to astound,
setting events in motion
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,

Vaporized, in a mere second, no sight, no sound,
as it detonated 1900 feet above the city proper in
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,

Molten glass replaces earthen ground,
as the heat more intense than the Rising Sun
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,

A city, left in a destructive smoldering mound,
one hundred forty thousand, perished from
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
Devastatingly lethal to a People Proud.


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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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A day late and a dollar short

Have you ever heard the expression a day late and a dollar short.
Because when it comes to this girl I was and this is how it goes.
A day late and a dollar short.
A cluster of feelings I’m still trying to sort.
Still thinking I have a opportunity to cross the threshold to her heart.
But if I try it will be her and my best friend I depart.
 I Know I cant do that because I am a better friend.
But if I don’t our friendship might soon end.
I cant fight the feelings for her I still contain.
All this pressure will soon make me insane.
Most people in  all probability would crack and take their life.
Not knowing the one’s they will leave in strife.
If making them both happy means being together.
Then I guess God plan for my life is even better.
Just a day late and a dollar short.
Knowing there together they’ll have my support.


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Natural Temptation

While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Haunted Passion multiplies per heartbeat              
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Though the past has left an impression,
New Hunger hunts an old bed-sheet
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

“No,” should speak an easy confession,
But loneliness pressures purity backseat
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Wild thoughts parade with indiscretion
Pendulum emotions erratically repeat
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

Sex brews choice with oppression 
Baking bitter standards so semisweet 
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

A war of feelings with no recession
Continually fight the ache to secrete,
Still, Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.


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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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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.