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Untying of a Love Knot
When I used to dream
I used to dream about him
Fantasizing about how it happened and how it could have been
Demons, chasing Nightmares, Happiness on Poles
Tied into a loveknot and dangled in front of me
No matter how I ran, how far, how fast
It seemed to sweetly Escape
Just when he was in my grasp
I tried it all
New haircuts
New styles
New boys
Sexy sexy skirts
With new pairs of heels
Filling holes with things that
Really don’t mean anything
Except to say
I’m doing just fine without you
Days go by,
Months slip away
Years appear on doorsteps like unwanted infantile
Infatuations
I beat my self up for loving
the way
He moved
Spoke, touched
Laughed, ached, cried
He could
Heal the burns on my fiery soul
He could handle
Dangerous curves
On roadways unknown
My first love
Today I no longer linger
On whispers in photographs
Or chain ball letters
I don’t chase after white sports cars
Or sink when I hear his name
I see him sometimes and I feel his stare
Sting me on the places it hits
I’m with my own
And his with his other
But just to let him know
It’s okay
I smile
and let go
Unraveling
This cord
of discord
Love is forever
No matter the occasion
I forgive, i forget
and let him live
Without me
I appreciate
His gift, wrapped with
detachment
For the benefit, of each other
He showed me with open eyes
That I did not need a man
For me
To love
Me
He gave
A bittersweet
Indescribable
Emotion. The Gift
Of Poetry.
Thank you…
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I Am Not Afraid
On the day the Lord calls me home I will not be
afraid as I know He loves us one and all and to this
earth we are only on loan
We have spent all our lives here with family and
friends and so we leave this earth to go home to be
with our Lord and our family and friends who have
gone home to Heaven before us
And so our lives go full circle as the Lord sent us
down from Heaven to accomplish the things He wants
us to do here on earth and as we complete this we will
be called back home to heaven to live forevermore
I am not afraid as I patiently wait for my call to
enter the Kingdom Of Heaven where I will wait for my
family and friends to come home and be with our Lord
forevermore.
Poems Of Inspiration (OLD) Contest
Sponsor: P.D.
7th Place Winner
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Beneath the surface
. Optimistic
( ( ( ( ( ( R I P P L E S ) ) ) ) ) )
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soul
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I Was Me
First I was me,
Selfish as can be,
Wanting everything from A to Z
And wanting it all for me.
Then I became we,
A part of an us.
I learned to share, give and take
I learned how to trust.
Next I was you,
Believe me its true.
I would rather give than receive,
It was you I wanted to please.
Now I am them,
A family man.
Giving my children,
All that I can.
If you look real close,
It is easy to see,
I am older and wiser,
And no longer a me.
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The Dead Winter
The Dead Winter
(A bio of a Jewish girl’s tender soul)
Abigail~ “Her Father’s Joy”
Artistic kindergartner, honest, emotional, mischievous
Big brown eyes
Sister of Aaron, Daughter of Rosa and Shoen
Lover of riding her tricycle, playing with dolls
Who fears starvation, separation, severe cold
Now, merely skin and bones…
Heart beating faster than a locomotive
Crammed into a cattle car heading to Auschwitz
Her miniature teeth chattering amidst the sounds of wailing Jews
Starvation distorts the echoes of the screeching train
The stench of decomposing neighbors overtakes her
Too dehydrated to shed a tear
Nazi floodlights pierce her once beaming eyes
Her dreams soon to be disinfected
Vapors escape her brittle bleeding lips
Fragile flesh iced as it adheres to the cattle car’s steel bars
Afraid of being separated from her family once again
Clinging tightly to the frozen fabrique of her grandmother’s prayer shawl
All hope is lost…
Her innocence is punished
How could she be the eternal enemy of the Fuerher?
She’ll never know
Through the bitter cold and the foul smelling snow mixed with human ashes
The beauty of an emerging crocus fades
A scent never to be fully realized…
Abigail, “Her Father’s Joy”
Written for Sidney Lee Ann's Contest~ Dead Winter
by Gwendolen Rix
12-10-11
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Mama Swore It'd Be Alright
I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
Daddy was in the back room chasin' skirts
Mama was in the parking lot dancin' with Mary Jane just to mask the hurt
I've spent my life walkin' around in a cloudy haze
I'm taunted by the memory of my early days
Daddy spent alot of time drivng an eighteen wheeler
Each night Mama brought home a new "sexual healer"
I didn't usually get a chance to catch his name
But it almost always ended the same
I heard her scream as glass would break
My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
Both my brothers had thier own bed in the federal pen
Cancer took Granny's last breath right about then
My sisters and I weren't strangers to rape
As we grew older we each seeked our o0wn escape
I guess I chose the hardest road
Somehow I thought drugs and men could ease my burdened load
While hiding from myself I lived a life of crime
I earned a reputation and did my time
I heard her scream as glass would break
My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
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The Meaning Of Life
~Life~
Is a learning experience
~Life~
Is a state of existence that belongs to the soul
~Life~
Is the true meaning of meaning
~Life~
Is the state of something significant,and of great importance
~Life~
Is what is intended to be,or is
~Life~
Has a beginning,a purpose,and an end...
Through life...I've learned the meaning of love
Through love...I've felt the feeling of heartbreak
Through heartbreak...I've felt the feeling of pain
Through pain...I've learned the meaning of acceptance
Through acceptance...I've learned the meaning of forgiveness
Through forgiveness...I've learned the meaning of faith
Through faith...I've learned the meaning of life...
We are all important in life...
We all have a purpose in life...
All we have to do now is,try and make every purpose count...
Danny Boy:4-1-13 :o)
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Self Portrait---a dreamer, a schemer
I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am many memories from a long ago childhood
I am many tears and many sorrows
I am many rainbows and many seasons
I am many reasons to sing a love song
Or tell a story, or share the laughter, or feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of seeds
I am all words unfurled into the light
I am all the broken hearts and hopes lost in the night
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above
I am all who doubt, thereof
I am all who laugh, and sing, and wail and shout
I am unleashed with wild emotion
I am heartbreak, and devotion
I am humble, I am proud
Soft as a whisper, the shape of a cloud
I am the stepping stone to healing
I renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels
I am the ember, I am the spark
----------- the poet in "me" who dreams in the dark
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----------- but this is the real "me" who schemes in the dark
I am the neighbor, who brings you soup
I am a tomboy, I am a friend
I'll lend an ear if you are troubled
My favorite food might be ice cream
A double scoop, I beg you please?
I'll bathe the dog, I give good hugs
I rub their backs when they are ill
Good music fills my eyes with tears
Love hula hoops. Loops in my ears
Toss a ball into a hoop and ride a horse, (I have for years)
I like to wear my denim jeans, occasionally I'll wear my lace
Brunette, of hair, my mother's face
I make mistakes....... I won't forsake you
Don't buy me a crown, I'm not a queen
But I am keen on my clean house
I'll not judge you...don't hold a grudge
My husband declares that I'll not budge
But I can make some awesome fudge
I'm small in size......my eyes are blue
I'm not a prize..I'll blow a fuse
I thrive on loving, I'll love you too
And I can fix most things with glue
I can stretch a dime, make old things new
I love antiques and have a few
I've paid my dues.....with ups and downs
One ordinary girl........from one small town
This may be more than you want to know
But that's scoop, ..... I'll say adieu ....!
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For Frank's Contest: Self-Portrait
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Simply Young
I want to be forever young
Just wish to live young
Lived a little too long
I need to understand
In order for me to understand
I need to live my young years
Live my younger years
Over and over and over again
This poem I write today
Is one pulled from my head
I decided to base my idea
On the bases of my life
I've always wanted to be a kid
I don't really want to grow up
Yes I want kids of my own
Yes I want a husband
I want a home
I want a life
Just not quite right now
I'd really like to live as a youngin' right now
I know I'm not ready
For the responsibility that comes with adulthood
I look to my mom for guidance
I talk to my grandmother for wisdom
Both have told me the same thing:
"Live your life as you. Don't bend for anyone else."
Their wisdom continues:
"You're only young once. Be happy and don't try to grow up too fast."
This is a story, in the form of a poem
I hope you enjoyed reading it
Because I know I enjoyed writing it.
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Unwritten Conversations
He told me to write a poem
About beauty, wind blowing
Hair tossing , dream making stunning
Gorgeousness of living
Beauty addicts and blind ambitions
Movie stars and historical happenings
Formal dresses, women in high heels with
Faces meant to smile
That’s what poems should be about, he says,
Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out
“Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that’s real poetry”
“Everything is beautiful, baby…”
“But what is beautiful to you?”
Beautiful.
Births and rebirths
Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts
Interlocking fingers in twilight
Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears
Laughter, Ecstasy , black
White, brown, yellow, silver crimson
Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft
Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky
Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows,
Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons
Nucleus, matter, anti-matter
Smash together, slither mutually
To create harmony.
Everything.
Everything is beautiful.
“Just write about that then..”
"Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to
live it out.."
"What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies
and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and
make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed."
"Mmm, I suppose."
"What's real poetry to you?"
"Everything..."
"I don't understand."
I recline and rest my head on his chest
Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling
Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together
In his own way
Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life
Breath by breath…
Together
Silent
"This, baby, This is real Poetry.."
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