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One More Time

The voyage long, begun at dawn, and then
the winged beast of metal rolls wheels to ground,
loved ones, inside and out, bear only grins,
and recount old tales of "remember whens?"
The hours of waiting fast recede, unwound,
as passengers embrace their long lost kin,
they grab their bags, head toward waiting cars
with hope and faith, forget the "might have beens."
"Worth the wait?" said Gram, Gramp smiles without a sound.
His son beams at 'the wife' and passes round cigars.
The world is right and bright again.

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Emmanuel

Emmanuel
God with us

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WILD AND FOOLISH LOVE

WILD AND FOOLISH LOVE
Knowing that you exist in my heart
Even when you always decked on your hat
To lure the one that has giving you tough 
Times as you often attempt to ride on the rough
Edges of her frigid and rigid mind,
One is not amazed that blind 
Love can easily turn someone wild
Although the individuals with mild 
Hearts sometimes falls into wrong
Hands and it takes quite a long
Time to realize that infatuation
Breeds unwarranted tension and depression
Caused by emotional hurts and heartbreak,
That is usually the end story of a fake.
 A poem written by Uche ken Okologo. 4/30/2013

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LIFE IS GOOD

LIFE IS GOOD…

Life is good and God is life
Start where you are; live your life
Give birth to yourself; don’t wait for a mid-wife
I know that everybody dies; we know that not everybody lives
Can’t be done thinking thanks; still holding to the green leaves
I haven’t made it yet; still have hopes to make it in future
Nobody knows tomorrow; the things to happen, we only hope to picture
What they take for granted today seemed impossible yesterday, to structure
I want to be used for a greater purpose; far way bigger than myself
Life is good; I want it to be better for I, Me and Myself.

 I wrote a letter to time, asking him for more time
The things I hope to accomplish in future is enormous; I need more than time
Checks and balances; everything being equal, my life is balanced
Heard equality is unattainable; many still feed on diets that are not balanced
Could it be that life is not fair to some people? Is it then dark?
So far there is life, there is hope; this is beyond the slate minds that are blank
Imitation is limitation I heard; Am so busy trying to make my own impression
My impressions will be baseless if I don’t conquer the limits of my limitation
Thank God for the gift of life; be happy and free to live your God-giving life
Life is good; Yes! It will be better for all have life and still strife.

The future is so competitive; I have the best in anticipation
To the best of memory; All in the past has been solidification of the foundation
I pray, the temple of my life doesn’t fall; still clinging to the help from above
You are the captain of the ship of your life; let no pirate sail above
You are in charge, take control of your ship and sail against the tides of the sea
With a focused third eye; all that you seek to look, you will surely see
These walls don’t keep a secret; Am obsessed with life, want to keep living
Making plans to not just exist but to live a life that I will make my own living
Life is everybody’s priority; we all have our different priorities in life
Life is so beautiful that even death seeks for a life.

Dedicated to my dearest friend Jennifer…
Live your life baby…
																							…Lordvip…
					

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Jesus Christ' Parable - The Wedding Feast

Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14

He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table. 
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor. 
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
 Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place. 
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
 'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
 Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table. 
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him 
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment. 
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind; 
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you. 
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."


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Musical Lips

Whoe’er she be the creation of gazing and killing lips
That is not impossible to hold and to scream,
Whose form which I look down at the flesh of sea’s tulips
As I puzzle the need from my heart to stop it to go in bloodstream.
For where all stars far away come and stay where’er she lie
And those eyes direct to fear and I admire;
Till nothing tread out of me from the unseen outie
And still, or glist’ring nest a backfire
Of this whole thing wring the last message of passion
And fair lips, which the youth dire to cover with words;
To rise, “Bring all what it aspires and earnings compassion!”
And it was then Heaven can testify from the summer chords.
By the lovely out dream and day all night
My body and your body shall airtight.


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I like

I like to lay on a bed of roses
With your arms around me
Play peel a boo
With the clouds

Feel your lips on mine
Your body next to mine
Watch you gaze at me
With a big smile

Have lunch on the ground
Dance to the music
While bodies sway
And love comes alive

Walk on the beach
Holding hands
While running along
With the waves high

See the dolphins play
Watch the skies so blue
The clouds of velvet
As I touch your skin

Take a trip for two
On a cruise
With a ship
That rocks as we make love

See the flowers bloom
In the April rain
Read a book
While I cook

There are so many things
I like to do
I can't name them all
I'm with you

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Mom's Cocina

Mom’s Cocina


Mom’s cooking breakfast this morning.
Pancakes and eggs with beef sausages
Meticulous and clean the cook makes some great food, Scrumptious!
Food smells great…overwhelming smell of goodness.
Egglands best, smokes beef Armor brand sausage.
Aroma permeates the house.
Hunger is calling my name.
Waiting, my stomach growls Mom dallies.
All I can think about is the food. My mind dallies as Orange juice falls into my mouth…
All for me right from the juice container.

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Colossal Bliss

When spring dies shall the valley shines,
And by the light of night quivering heart away,
Yet through beauty morning confines,
Till that ripe in please, so a master archway
Where the dreamers like twin births’ filling with kisses, and lies;
Thou as Earth art fair and young and open to please,
To sing within another hour and close from the auguries
And teach everyone else just as a command of love, cease
No more from the last tear from November. I met afternoon
Where all creatures are in such display and all these plays
Too late then with thou shower thy from I am the lonely gossoon
Behind the rocks dreaming or laughing, so cold from their foreplays;
Shall I late to see through for what I become and I wish?
To hide from the moral shine what I could not abolish?


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FURIES

Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies?
Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom
Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities?
And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom;
To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize
From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes
Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize
And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes;
Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen
From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing
Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween 
Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring
Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation,
A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.



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laughable

no i don't make sense
i'm most always tense
and my heart has dents
but why should that stop us?

my theories are juvenile
my thoughts are in a pile
and my worries go on for a while
but you won't notice.

i don't have much
i can screw up everything i touch
and my morals sometimes wind up in a bunch
but i won't stop being in love with you.

no i'm not pretty
my days are most always shitty
and i have too much pity
but my soul is open to you.


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Love's Labor

the baby's head
crowns as Father watches --
a dozen red roses


When but a speck gelatinous, unformed, you watched 
Watched as the determined swimmer pierced my soft core
Smiled at the countless me's, in the sea of thee, birthed.
Your joyous laughter spins universes with a roar,
marries diverse minions in delight astonished,
as made and unmade we rise, a holy labor.

You watch each molten mountain crest an aching sea
as stark white stars shine in my lovers tearing eyes
smiling at the she's and he's, who chose to be free 
of what if's and enjoy this never ending ride 
in this holy labor we abide.


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Aglow

Within pockets of morning coats a treasure trove is found
useful bit of verse like panned for pebbles of gold abound
For months it seems they've not seen the light of fluff unwound
but on this day, the laundry fey have blithely come to town.
The pockets turned all inside out the scraps of poetry hound
for clean white sheets of pristine paper where they can be put down.

One garbled thought fought in scrawl "Would you ask me to change for you?" 
"Like a inconstant moon that quarters, is that what I should do?" 
"Should I change for you like the seasons, let all my being go?"
"Give the fall of my life no meaning hide from the Winter's snow?"

I'll not change dear for I've fought and found all of me's aglow.






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The Dangers of Fictions

The lives of others I can not but steal. Their thoughts, their dreams, their loves, are all in books inscribed, Ripe for the taking. Their minds fit mine like new skins. It does not hurt them: book folk are not real, And I need their worlds, for my eyes described One jagged, where crimes can’t all be sins. But my mind’s stretched, sagging without their shapes: Written on my soul their words are transcribed. Once I’m done in my mind they still lurk Holding my soul’s too hard while round they traipse I am patchwork

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Fighting for Love

my boyfriend,s cheating 
my heart stop beating 


      my brother,s car wrecked 
and he's no longer breathing 


      my dad's on drugs and he beats my mom 
 because the flashbacks he had, in veitnaum 
  

      i love a women, but she don't love me 
it leaves me pondering with, curisoity 


      every day we fight for love 
 the situation were facing, will never give up 


      our dreams one day will become so true 
and you will realize how much, "i love you" 


     so for now, ill keep reaching for your touch 
cause at the end of the day, were still "fighting for love" 



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closet in a skeleton

     CLOSET IN THE SKELETONS

The lady held ransom a heart locked tightly such as a vault
And only she had the keys to call our love to a halt
Many times I’d seen those cursed keys
She’d use them to torture, torment and tease 

Sometimes she’d come to the vault to make a small withdrawal
there wasn’t many things for which I had the wherewithal
She’d use what she stole from a heart bled and dry
Then demanded luxury to which I’d avidly comply

I recall the jingling of those keys as she’d sashay her way away
A fascinating form flowing fluidly into a fantasy’s array
She helped herself to a buffet of blood and retrograde regret
And those were days and keys this ex-paramour will ne’re forget

Her beauty was born for me, of that I do lay claim
Alas, too many other men knew her naked and by name
One year, four months and twelve days is what she granted me 
While all the time she was in possession of a f*****g skeleton key
        © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ 

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good day c j




                GOOD DAY C.J!

Methinks it be time to blink at the sun
Look at your lover and say “good morning hon”
Perhaps a cup of joe and then you can go
Go to that tree where all the doves know

They know how vibrant and lovely you be
Lovelier than that old oak tree
It stands so tall with birds perched inside
And when they stop singing is for them to decide

Now perhaps it’s time to take a leisurely stroll
Making up for the time the clock once stole
Take your lover’s hand and walk him to that lake
The one that swans and minnows never forsake

Then you return home from a lovely jaunt
You with ebony hair and slinky body with which to taunt
It’s warm inside compared to out of doors
And now maybe you can begin your daily chores

So he helps you with breakfast, bacon and eggs
Whilst he is hypnotized by your lithe little legs
Now it’s time for her mediated   meditation
But if your lover’s like me it’s time for his illegal medication
              © 2011.…..free cee!
b. i like you!


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thanks for the inpiration this morning

EVEN YOUR COUNTENANCE DIDN’T COUNT
    
Stars followed you in your path
While wicked was my wrath
I was mad and angry at everyone
But it was only my fault when all was said and done

The moon revealed its brightly lit face
And reflected the countenance of your utter grace
While I strolled the street in search of peace
As you stood by watching my need increase

When skies were grey you turned them blue
Because even Heaven knows the beauty in you
While inside me was a prayer for strength
But my habit only grew in power and length

Demons were made to bow at your knees
And in the cold you made sure even roses wouldn’t freeze
But I froze in the winter and sweated in the summer’s heat
And then you finally left me when I claimed defeat
    © 2011.….~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
   



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looking for heroes

Looking for Heroes. 
This small country with a glorious past so sceptical
of the present a longing for what once was and 
will never come back; a country which songs echoes
gentleness and sweet melancholia.
A famous sport star from the near past died and
the country fell into a collective mourning that
seemed to go deeper than the legend´s passing, but
a profound unhappiness about the future itself. 

This austerity imposed from the outside is like a chain
a vortex of misery swirling around making the  land
grey as the politicians who rule them. A country needs
its sporting heroes, alas, the modern ones go and play 
abroad, better pay, ok, but not the same, the legend 
who died, played for his country.     

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wann

when we were lovers 
time stood still 
over that old barn 
facing the diner sign 
that seemed to record 
my echo above the whispering 
hushes that borrowed time 
amidst the faint sound of a 
coo coo clock awaiting the maids 
to carry the milk over 
the full grown men sawing wood 
beneath dancing clogs upon 
red cobblestone I was quite 
taken by the hidden telly covered 
in colorful leaves craving 
my nakedness over looking 
Russian tanks tucked away 
in kremlin arms

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does anyone really care what the title is

                   YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA

I can envision your smile when mine wasn’t evident
I can hear your laughter when mine isn’t prevalent
I can imagine your glowing eyes beam while mine were dim
And I hear your voice of encouragement when my life grew dim

I can be all alone in a forest of Pontiac Pine and Oakland Oak
Surrounded by mementos of momentous monuments sculpted by  the moments we spent together
For instance the day we spent at the arcade on the boardwalk by the sea
                 You and me
By the sea
The ocean where I walked in the footsteps your petite feet left behind
Tiny traces of lightness dwarfed by mine
And you giggled when I picked you up so there would only be two footprints in the sand
Then I recall you lilted lightly through the tiny waves that lapped onto the shore while you wore blue jeans and a checkered shirt
The hems of your denim became wet so you rolled them up to your knees
As you whispered that I was as delightful as that late summer breeze
I remember that day
Your smile
Your laughter
Your entrancing golden and green eyes
While we watched the sea ebb and rise

We were together on days now long past
We shared shimmering summer eves and winter days overcast
Warm misty nights and days when the sun refused to shine
Silvery and sparkling days when you were still mine
   © 2011.…..~free cee!~ Phreepoetree

 


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DOES GOD READ THE FREAKING NEWPAPERS

   THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY OLD HERO---GABBY HAYES

IT MAKES ONE WONDER, IT MAKES ONE THINK
IT CAUSES ONE'S HEART TO SINK
IS HE, WILL HE, DOES HE HEAR,
DOES HE CONSIDER A CHILD'S FEAR?

I DON'T KNOW AND MAY  NEVER WILL
IS HE SOMETHING OR IS HE NIL?
IS HE SOMEONE IN WHICH TO BELIEVE,
WHILST ANOTHER CHILD'S MOTHER IS MADE TO GRIEVE

I AM WEARY, I AM TIRED
WHILE IN THE MUCK OF A MYSTERY I AM MIRED
HEADLINES SCREAM BUT ARE SILENCED TOO SOON
AS I FEAR ANTHER MANIAC'S MIDNIGHT MOON

WHERE IS HE WHOM SO MANY KNOW,
WHILE MY FEAR AND QUERIES GROW
MY QUESTIONS MOUNT AKIN TO MOUNTAINS HIGH
IS HE A FAIRY TALE OR SIMPLY A LIE?

IT MAKES ONE WISH, IT MAKES ONE PRAY
WHERE IS THAT MISSING TODDLER TODAY?
NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS GROW YELLOWED WITH AGE
AS I HIGHLIGHT THE WORDS INKED UPON AN AGED PAGE

IT MAKES ONE'S HOPE FADE JUST LIKE THAT INK
AS I CONTINUE TO PONDER AND THINK
HERE SIT I WITH A FEW OF THE PIOUS IN PEWS
AS I BEGIN TO BELIEVE HE MUST NOT BELIEVE THE NEWS

SOME ARE FOUND ALIVE AND SOME FOUND WELL
ALAS, TOO MANY ARE LOST IN A BORN-AGAIN HELL
TOO FEW OF THE DAMNED EVER HEAR A JAIL CELL SLAM
AND IF HE IS REAL I WONDER IF GOD REALLY GIVES A GOD-DAMN
 (C) 2011.....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ 

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immaculate SIN


   IMMACULATE SIN

Darling don’t you find it odd
No matter if rain falls softly or hard
Somehow your house stands  upon dry sod
And your home requires no lightening rod
Because it never rains in your back yard

The rain could pour on the east to the west
While robins wait for rainbows and the sun to dry their nest
By the god of rain your abode must be both betrothed and blessed
For your land stands dry while we survey the rest
Perhaps it never rains in your yard because you’re Mother Nature’s greatest guest

I am always there to see the rain begin
You with your roof of armor and tin
The rain on other people’s rooftops make quite a din
And I wonder if rain is repelled by one who suffers no sin 
As you grace me with your dimpled grin

No one  at all knows how you do what you do
So the amount of believers are really quite few
I would like a logical answer I believe I am due
Why is there constantly a pink and blue sky above you?
And she said “it’s due to the immaculate way in which I love you”
   © 2011.…Phreepoetree





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HEADSTONE--Monsieur L'Vampyre--

 HEADSTONE (Monsieur L'Vampyre)
All through the day my soul doth sleep
layed to the dark and out of sight
not thinking how my soul may keep
nor if I raise up to the night;
I rest in dark that's cold and deep,
my casket's lid sealed up all tight

my only prayer is death for me
although I know, it cannot be.

The curse of life forever more
was put on me and all my seed,
it shackles me to life--the bore,
and makes blood all I ever need,
except I also hunger for
the heat of love where-in I feed.

But underneath my casket's stone
I sleep all day, and sleep alone.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

(Attempting to get enough new Monsieur L'Vampyre poetry for my next book, MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE MEETS THE WEREWOLF. Yes, Monsieur L'Vampyre indeed knows how to spell "Le Vampire," but he also knows how to spell his name, and his name is L'Vampyre.