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my existence is of no importance

Life has become a monotonous task Still I am haunted by ghosts from the past Great pretender - you only see the mask Memories linger-how long will they last? Traumatic pain results in constant fears I show no emotion nor do I dwell Society mocks the man who sheds tears because of this, I shelter in a shell This heart of mine has mutated to stone It wont love again it cannot be cured I'm content in solitude - all alone All faith is lost, nothing can be restored Life is just an artificial substance My existence is of no importance Fictional The Silent One 7 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Black sheep

Misunderstood Misquoted Misrepresented So many questions Did you ask her in the mirror? So abrupt to point the blame but did you ask yourself why? Bitter tongue with acerbity led to words that cannot be erased Nescient perverse stubbornness Did it make you feel proud? So quick to play the victim but ignorantly obtuse to the pain that you caused Your ego is out of control burning you inside maybe have a conversation, before you become blind Why did you cry your eyes out - when he died especially when he didn't exist to you alive Guilt, regret or crocodile tears - true emotions confused In your grief why didn't you learn to forgive still carrying painful memories like rotten fruit In your tangled state of mind everything you breed - will be a hateful seed selfish greed is a demonic need - a vicious circle Still a little girl lost in an adult's body seduced by the puppet master who pulls at your heart strings but can't you see - he is manipulating your vulnerabilities like a paedophile grooming his innocent prey! Maybe one day you will learn to listen rid yourself of this curse of bitterness You claim you are unique and different the black sheep of the family In reality your are a confused adolescent mortal lost within the phenomenon of being immortal One day you will crash right back into realism sadly though the damage will be done - it will be too late! 26 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Ancient Warrior

I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow,
You carried burdens then; you see them now.
You’ve heard the cries your people who in pain,
Have shed their tears two hundred years like rain. 

Your sad brown eyes, reflecting now the sky
I see the wings of eagles flying by
Beside you stands an Appaloosa mare
Her spirit one with you now over there.

You hear the drums, they bid you to come near,
Your spirit drawn the beats they ring so clear.
Song like prayers are chanted through the night,
Calling you come, and help them end their plight.  

You’ve heard sad cries and now stand at their side,
You join the prayers with both arms open wide,
United spirits sing until the dawn,
When in the fire’s flames a golden fawn.

Remembering a smile crosses your face,
When tribes were one with Mother Nature’s grace.
The lakes and streams flowing with waters clear,
Flow sadly now, the planet lives in fear.

The weightless feathers that adorn your head
Your tribes grey future weighed you down instead.
Now breathing deep you smell the winds of change
While here on earth your people rearrange.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Giorgio A.V. Contest 
Iambic Pentameter 
1st place

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

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Camp of broken dreams

On false pretences they flock to seek pastures new
Oblivious to the misery and nightmares that lie ahead
The path they travel upon, leads them to a life of perdition
Some walk for months with torn shoes and blistered feet
Some pay fortunes to illegal traffickers to escort them
Families are left behind to avoid the hardship of migration
Others who have seen their families die, travel alone
Once they reach the dreaded jungle, reality sets in
Welcome to the jungle, the camp of broken dreams
Say goodbye to your life, here there is not hope
Forget about those you left behind, you won't see them again
A diversity of cultures, faiths and nations live as one
All have one goal, to find a place to call home
Application after application is refused as they lose hope
Migrant, refugee or asylum seeker, it really doesn't matter
They are all viewed as rats, regardless of their past lives
Odours of rancid air plagues the atmosphere,
but nothing sickens them more than the reminder of broken dreams

The Silent One
27 September 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Crack like fissures

  To The Brink For The Ink    Crack Like Fissures 

Another page scarred with ink.   Upon her page, I see red ink
branded by the thoughts I think.   Tattooed thoughts, that make me think
My mind imprisoned, feel the burn,   Within intricate patterns, my heart it learns
         past the point of no return.     As I slip off her ledge, my spirit churns
Faces bob like buoys in an ocean,   For her mind, it is an ocean             
I'm sea sick to societies motion.   I'm lost upon, her wave like motion
Clutter intoxicates my brain,     Intoxication, it fills my brain
filling me with failure and pain.   Strange impressions, as I view her pain
Forcing sleep deprivation muse,    bubbling from my mind, feelings break loose
cigarette, pot and coffee abuse.       I'm transported back, to my own abuse
Five A.M. and the pressure is strong   Crack like fissures, emotions strong
to make these words move along.     I feel I've known her all along
My audience awaits but I'm still     She grants me audience, within places still
writing rhymes against my will.   Her rhymes resonate, until I bow to her will
Blocked by need I'm suffocated,  lungs filled fully, never suffocated
my joy becomes what I've hated.   She is one transcended, never filled with hatred
I can't escape the vines I've grown,  a climbing flower, I've see how she's grown 
         notebook prison, I cry alone.  With her notebook open, she's never alone       
            All this angst and misery,   She transcends angst and misery
all for the love of writing poetry.    Within her glowing landscape of poetry

                    Casarah Nance     Richard Lamoureux    
           September 14, 2015    September 14, 2015

             Dedicated to the Artistry of Casarah nance

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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We Rulers Of The Earth

Homo Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?

We're working hard to conquer space—we landed on our Moon.
We better solve our problems here, or soon we will face doom.

New industries and factories constructed every day,
And poisoning the air we breathe—is this the price to pay?

Energy sources are shrinking—what happens when there’s none?
Will Man of Earth ever learn to work with Nature as one?

Some in this world are starving still, while others hoard their gold.
Intelligent and civilized, at least, that's what we're told.

We cure disease with drugs that may cause sickness as result—
How many dearly paid for this ‘experimental cult’?

We have become a plastic world where everything is fake,
From the foods we eat to how we look—when will we awake?.

We're civilized we tell ourselves, but fight our fellow man,
If only we could solve world stresses through a better plan.

With government corruption and morality sinking low…
The price of progress we may say—is this the way to grow?

We have upset Earth’s balanced ways, destroying Nature’s scheme—
We’re intelligent and civilized—is it all a dream?

Will we ever walk on Nature's path, take her by the hand,
Restore the beauty meant to be on Earth, our dying land?

Homo Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?

© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~2nd Place~
Contest: Let ’er Rip – Shoot from the Hip
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 04/06/2015

I composed this poem 30 years ago…but it is still appropriate today for venting because nothing has changed.  Homo Sapiens means “man of wisdom” in Latin.


Copyright © Sandra Haight

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Our shadows were so restless
As we passed from room to room;
They pretended to be living
But they died within their tomb

 They shrank a little bit each day
When the sun shone bright above;
And both of us now waste away
In the sadness of lost love.

In days of younger shadows
That danced in noon's bright light;
Laughter floated on the breeze
Till our day turned into night.

Burdened by life's troubles
Our shadows danced no more;
They became the darkened spots
That faded on the floor.

Now death's arms have taken you
Leaving only memories of your face;
The shadow that was part of you
Is now gone without a trace.

Collab with Danny Boy, the Kearley

Copyright © elizabeth wesley

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Emotionally challenged

My emotions are dancing to melancholic tones
but, I'm emotionally challenged, so don't feel it
Seduced by silence, one is afraid to use words
when set adrift by the intoxication of solitude
Somber November - a month not to remember
built up emotions exploding in mournful sorrow
Stubborn regret and battling egotistical betrayal
leads to the anguish of unanswered questions
Contemplating contemplation, but with conflict
stockpiling second hand emotions behind a mask

The Silent One
2 November 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Toilet Bowl Committee

Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never elected for what was!
No matter,
They wipe their assets clean with our dreams
Forgetting to wipe their own toilet seats clean
Trying to make us feel dirtier than scat
Feeding off our paper when their toilet bowl water level is low

Toilet bowl PO-poes, wiping without dental floss
Missing everything in between reality
Trying to be kind, saying "One Day We'll Be Good Enough!"
Offering their Golden Plunger, 
straight from the Home Depot shelves
No Thank You! My plunger a true gift from Mr. Wal-Mart himself

Next time you feel the need to offer a reference point
Please caption your name when you drop by,
Rinse thoroughly when speaking my name,
Then I will listen when you talk civilized
Correct my punctuations and spelling errors 
The weakest trait you wear
You are no Prophet, just white tissue turning brown
Your Justification comes from old dry grapes falling from the vines
Ridicule will never give you the respect, for what you are!
We, the few poets from the hood, 
overpower any change you offer Goodwill
Crumbling and flushing what does not meet your standards
Trying hard to force feed us soup, without giving us bibs

Thank you
Toilet Bowl Committee
For clogging up my drain with your bull$h!T

By: Keeping it Real (The Downtown Hood) 
Date: 12-15-13


Copyright © SKAT A

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Je suis Charlie

Translation below (in progress)

Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace

J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
je ris
vous perdez

I was Charlie

In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
I laugh
You lose

Copyright © Etienne Lariviere

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She by the Sea

I see the pain
Reflected via turquoise blue
Of the oceans hue
She stares out into the oceans depth
Her lover dead under the sea
The waves have made her destiny

I stare at her
From a hill above the shore
Her pain cripples me such
That I can not move

How can I love this woman so
The small of her back
Invites me to hold her
Caress her tears into the sea

The salt water offers comfort
Massaging her feet
The sun glitters with hopeful endeavors
That neither of us feels at all

I am in love with this woman
Since a wee child long ago
Her pain is my pain
Yet my guilt I carry alone

We both will stand hand in hand
To bury her husband
My brother

As I keep secret my love and desire
Only wishing her sadness to ebb
Into the sea that took hold of part of me
My brother I loved and honored

So on the hill above the shore
I stare at the woman I always adored
Oh brother forgive me my thoughts
As I wish to comfort your lovers broken heart

Copyright © arthur vaso

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This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….

Copyright © Catman Cohen

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What Only Angles Hear

Daddy never did understand.
That violence doesnt bring comfort.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand.

She was silent no one ever knew.
The secrets behind her bruised eyes.
A shocking victem none but all had a clue.

She cried to empty walls never speaking aloud from fear.
A confession of pain and shattred trust.
this is only what angles hear.

Scars selfinflicted  are better than that 
dirty feeling.
As she lays a broken shell gazing  at the celling.

She questions if others know what will they say.
Doing whatever it takes to stay numb.
Innocence lost a parent should never betray.

The guilt was placed apon the wrong head.
Void of all emotion.
No child should yern to be dead.

At times it gets to uncomfortable so in 
another direction we  steer.
For at times it's just to painful to stomach.
What only angles  hear.

Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo

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The Ripping

You ripped me 
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough 
To pull back my paper heart

You took the pieces of me
Arranged them in your perfect order
I prayed for the wind to come
Hoping I would be carried away
Flutter to a new more loving home
Instead, I endured your paper cuts 

I became your paper mâché 
Shaped into the image of you
Glued with your inconsistancies
Coated in your endless smoke
Sarcasm and beer
I marinated in your endless tears

You painted me with a retarded label
Your stupid failure of a son
Forced to endure that brush
It was with your eyes I learned to see
Everyone else was better than me
I was a failure times three

My inside empty
I became light as air
As time went on I ceased to care
It happend slowly you weren't aware
Until one day I floated past your stare
No longer raw and bare

I clawed and ripped
Rewrote my page
My renaissance 
coming of age
Not your puppet on a stage
Contorted by your rage

I have lost you to your death
The air much clearer, still I feel your breath
Within my doubts your lies still hide
Yet within me a new strength resides
Your image of me no longer applies
Doubt and fear reduced in size
No longer your "DUMMY" 
On faith I rise

For Charlotte's contest, heart and soul confessional.
Written, September 1st 2014.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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The Older I Get

I once heard the whisper of falling snow,
saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,
felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow,
the older I get, the less I know.

My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,
by Jamaican friends in an island below,
a psychic once asked me about Jericho,
the older I get, the less I know.

The hot southern asphalt that scalded my toe,
the rope swing that swung us, to and fro,
Christmas Eve and the tree in the firelight's glow,
the older I get, the less I know.

Everyone's gone, but where did they go?
Why is my spirit sinking so low?
Is it true we reap only what we sow?
the older I get, the less I know.

©2010 DanielleWhite

Copyright © Danielle White

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In The Chill Of An Open Door

Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor
startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought
that often tracks me down in a beam of  light---
Today it streams through a  window, where everything seems marred,
by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf.

Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light, 
I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now,
and many times that I've knelt on a floor, 
to clean up my messes,...
praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness...
and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears

Raising a young family...a life so demanding...
Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin...
My father and husband caught between...
It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough...
The time took a toll....why did it seem cold as the ice?
Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?...
A little while longer....

I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame?
Is it only the chill of the open fridge door?
       Or is it more?... So much more?

Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door"..........
          did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough?
Did I do all I could?  All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be?
Was I tough enough to watch someone linger,
                lingering on, I ponder it now...

Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,....
Now looking back.... black fades to gray..
but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today

A little while longer.....

                          I could have been stronger....


Copyright © Carrie Richards

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Tibetan Tears

My heart aches for
Your hearts that break. 
I shed tears mingling with 
Yours for the forgotten years;
The tortured monks and nuns…
For your people who suffer still
With no voice to teach
Your hopeless, hungry, young.
Only your elder's tears
Know of the deep sorrow
Of your lost lives, lost culture,
Your sacred Buddhist beliefs,
Your divine history that
Continues to be destroyed.
Even as your dead fall
You do not hate…
You only wish to liberate
Those loving souls who
Remain as strangers in their
Own beloved land.
Let me be your voice
To join with other voices that
Will help you attain freedom.

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong

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Six Thousand Suns From Yesterday

            You have seen three thousand suns
              You will witness six thousand more
      Feel the warm breeze and your lover's kiss
        As the sun sets upon an ancient shore

              Place your sweet head upon soft sand
From puzzled dreams answers are spoken
  What is fixed beyond sun and stars
By doubters can never be broken

     Let the connections beneath your skin
        Connect your heart fully with your beautiful mind
   The mysteries of love will open your heart
Without love we are nothing but blind

                 In your dreams you will be surprised 
   As you listen, answers will be spoken
     as you're suspended within vibrant colours
   Tomorrow will no longer be broken

      You should know you're formed in perfection
 You were always meant to be free
    Never worry about tomorrow 
             Doubt and fear are a weak enemy
 Float high upon ardent breeze 
       As you gaze into your lover's eyes
   Strength comes from fully giving yourself
Within passion you are lifted up to peaceful skys
Let the tingling convert, until it no longer hurts               
           Your numbness will lead to gain
         Sunshine is pretty and it is pure
yet there is much to be gained from the rain
   As each splendid rhyme 
 builds on your last line
Life will become sweet on your lips like wine
    ocean waves coming in, will help you begin
 Until sadness and pain become gossamer thin

       For dear girl 
the ocean awaits
  The sunset will accompany your need
      You will feel angels weep
Who were lost to the deep
  As the sound of true love reaches their ears
  As melodies play 
        your heart begins to race
          As your lover feels your lips upon his face
A moment can be 
                 an eternity
 Within a pause you find a sacred place

Metallic or not from chains you break free
      You're exactly at the place where you need to be
              The sweet nectar of love
Raining down from above
  A gift so splendid for the world to see

One day soon much later on
                                  You will hear the angels say
           "I remember you when, you were so young and free
                                             just six thousand suns from yesterday
                Your love took our breath away!"

Written in response to Heather Ober's "Unchained" Poem.
If you haven't read her poem please do.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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I need to feel

Please don't tell me how to feel
Allow me my sorrow
Let me cry for just a while
My heart needs to feel it's broken

I do not desire to be the strong one
Answers may never come
Still there is comfort in my silence
I reach into a place you cannot see
You are blinded by your knowing

Your strength can be a weakness
Blocking anothers compassion
I am not seeking answers to questions 
Please allow me to be
Let me cry for a bit longer

Within my broken
I allow God to fill the spaces
I trust Him with the answers
He whispers within my solitude
There is a strange comfort in not knowing

So today
I cry for my friend
I feel his loss
His worry
The devastation of not knowing
The fear of the approaching battle

I wish to listen
Act if required
Cheer for him
Celebrate his spirit
Hold his hand
Cry, laugh
Live in his moment
I will not
I promise not
To tell him how to feel

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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- Haiku X 64 - Into Empty Space -

The graceful ballet
My work almost completed
The gloomy gray sky

Explore your shadows
Allow yourself to feel joy
Fear of loneliness

20.09.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen

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Soon to Be Poem of the Day

Soon To Be Poem of the Day
Or German Plane Accident Poem

A plane recently fell from high in the sky
Will we ever discover or know reason why?
What are the facts that are flight related?
And can all of this possibly be recreated?

There has been blowing a cool breeze
Over remains of bodies beneath the trees
Of all those precious ones they did adore
Never to be seen again or for evermore.

All of this had been very hard to bare
Charming ones who we loved and did care
For who we once held in our withering hand
And even a future with we had all planned.

God, what could have caused such a thing:
That to us so much misery started to bring
And a memorial wreath we now want to lay
As well as for them everyday we will pray.

What if some sad song we started to sing
About small birds who were taking wing
That for a while we faithfully waited
Found out their bodies were obliterated.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
My desire is for this poem to be Poetry
Soup Poem of the Day.

Copyright © James Horn

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A LullabyTo The Lost

Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.

A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets  it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.

The lights in the street hide all but the truth my 
You can act.
But you can never mask your  fear.

In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.

That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm 
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.

Can you wash away there stench as from 
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles 
sing a lullaby  to the lost.

Is this hell or a nightmare  that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they 
can depend.

she falls to the floor a lost look needle  
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.

She was  a junkie  and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.

She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.

Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo

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Daddy Please

Daddy will you hold me and
Tell me I’ll be okay?
Will you whisper in my ear
All the things you used to say

Will you squeeze me tight,
And call me your little girl?
Daddy will you make me laugh
And still give me the world?

Daddy just hold me close,
Please never let me drop
Keep me under your wing,
And please never ever stop

Daddy please I’m hurt
Don’t you see me lying here
Come back and make it all okay
Please come chase away this fear

Daddy hold me close to you
I want to feel your heart
Say you’ll never ever let me go
And never say we’ll part

Tears streaming down my face
Daddy please come here
I need you more than ever now
Daddy please just hold me near

Hold me tightly in your arms
I’m begging, “please don’t let go”
I still need you Daddy
I just thought you’d like to know

Daddy please I want you
Can’t you see me cryin’?
Look daddy way down here
Your little girl is dyin’

Daddy please I’m falling now
Wont you hold me tighter?
This monster is pulling me down
Please make this burden lighter

Daddy please come help me
Can’t you hear me screaming?
Don’t leave me here now
With my tears still falling, streaming

Why don’t you look at me?
Daddy please I’m scared
You saved all the other ones
Why wont MY soul be spared

Daddy please come back
In my heart I miss you
Just comfort me Daddy please
With all the things you used too

Daddy please I miss you
And I’m at my last resort
I’m sorry, but I can’t go on
This is my sad report

Your little girl is missing
Please tell me that you see.
Why don’t you put to rest,
This pain that’s running through me

All I want is you Daddy
So please come just take me home
All I want is you Daddy
I’m so tired of being alone

Daddy why won’t you look at me
Why don’t you care?
Why did you kiss the rest?
But me you did not dare

Daddy hold me close and
Call me your little girl
Tell me it will be okay and
That you’ll still give me the world

Tell me that you love me
Just tell me that you do
And whisper in my ear
All the things you used to

Daddy please hold me closer
I’m starting to slip through
Just please don’t let me go
I can’t do all this without you

Look into my eyes and
Tell me what you see
Tell me that you care and
Still want to set me free

Daddy will you hold me
And catch all of my tears
Daddy will you help me and
Chase all of my fears

Copyright © Amanda Hirter

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Poems getting shorter

Even poems getting shorter

People rushing, always rushing
Can’t get there fast enough
Going so fast they make me dizzy
The whole world seems so rough
Never stop to smell the flowers 
Rushing to their ends
Always breathing, faster, faster
This is the common trend

Even poems getting shorter
No time to sit and write
No flowing words with so much beauty
No reading with delight
Haiku’s Senyru’s they’re the go now
Folk got no time to read
And so they call this Poetry
They’re the newest poet breed

Some will keep poetry a glowing
Knowing their poems, are real
Don’t muck about with foolish styles
The pages they do fill
With feelings that come loud and clear
With lovely rhyming flow
They do not get peoples attention
But at least their poems glow

12 April 2015

Copyright © Peter Duggan

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The Tempest

O daughter of thunder,
slayer of dragons (and of men),
why dost thou torment me so?
For which sin must I reside in this
purgatory of despair, this abyss
which allows no light 
nor ray of sun... nor hope?

If I, like a holy one, were to pray for
redemption, wouldst thou forgive?
Or would thy spite remain,
like a fire that burns through
a man's soul and scatters his ashes
to the four winds; 
would all mem'ry of us then cease?

Remember the before time, when
love govern'd the days and nights
and peaceful dwelling places
were ours to delight in.  
I pine for thy touch, thy gentle stroke,
for the words that caress'd my very being;
soft laments that brought this man to his knees, weeping.

This solitude, my love, is worse
than a thousand hells.  
If I were to traverse a thousand miles
and yet, thou were not there to greet me,
of what good would this life to me be?
I call to thee, but thou remains distant,
thy silence; more deaf'ning than the horn of battle.

I beg of thee once more - end this pain!
Return from whence thou came,
sing to me a sweet lullaby,
bring this troubl'd spirit peace. 
O daughter of thunder, 
speak poetic words of comfort,
and I shall return to thee with all mine heart.

Or shall we rather allow this dreadful tempest to claim vict'ry?

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