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Wind From The Sea

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947

Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I don’t fight them anymore – somehow they are a part me
So together, in this house, in this room
We endure the somber solitude of the day

A sudden chill fills the room
Death enters – its foul breath chokes me
My three companions prostrate themselves
Pressure builds in my bowels
Bile rises in my throat
A heavy weariness fills my bones
He’s calling – hissing my name
I can’t breath

Death surrounds my soul – crushing me 
I hear groaning  . . .
Strange guttural sound -- it’s coming from me
Deep painful darkness fills me
I beg Death to take me . . .

Through the open window
A gush of wind enters
A sheer curtain hanging comes to life
It’s spirit lifts inwards and up beckoning me to dance 

What is this wonder?
A limp ragged curtain – faded, stained, frail -- has life
Reaching toward me . . .  frayed fingers of thread motioning
Old friends rush to me – Joy, Hope, Love
Death’s grip slips – I gasp a breath
Looking up I see the open window
Boarded by old bare wood, hard with age

I realize it’s daylight now – soft shadows 
A curving road leading to the water
I can taste the saltiness in the wind
Trees in the distance
A calling from the sea
Seagulls, waves, laughter

Joy breaths into my nostrils 
Leave this place – Depression cannot hold you
Simple pleasures I will give you
   Cool breeze on a summer afternoon
   Laughter of friends
   A walk in the garden
   A book
   The Sea . . . 

Depression laughs in my ears
Through that window lies heartache, treachery, poverty, misery
It will chew your insides up – blood will pour from your lips
Pain and suffering awaits if you leave this house
Death waits to take you home 
An end to this constant noise – the peace of total emptiness 

Another breeze and Hope fills my eyes with light
I see colors – vibrant alive filling me with warmth
Leave this place, take a journey to the sea
Let light fill you and be your guide . . . see -- opportunities abound
For laughter, love, forgiveness . . . for life – abundant life
See the rainbow upon the Sea

Hopelessness rushes toward me
Kisses my lips and whispers
Light burns and blinds
Enslaves you
They will see clearly your secrets
Spotlight focus – ridicule scorn . . . ugly disgust . . .  self-hatred

Love rushes in and embraces me
Light, fresh, empowering
My heart leaps with pleasure
Arm and arm she leads me to the window
Much pain and sorrow – yes . . .  also Love
A powerful love that transforms, refreshes . . . frees
Breathe deeply of the Sea air – fill your lungs
Go – you are loved deeply and completely

Looking out Looking in

David Meade

Live Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2015

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Love One Another

“Peace I leave with you
           my peace I give you
           I do not give to you as the world gives 
           Do not let your hearts be troubled
                 do not be afraid”  (John 14:27)

But I am scared
      Blood runs down streets
      Hatred, rage, violence dance 
            In a chaotic frenzy performance
                     of evil malice . . . 

What do your words mean?
      Are they void – empty promises?
Where is the peace in deafening explosions?
  In the cacophony of rapid gun fire?
     Screams of horror?
           Tears of death???

“I am the resurrection and the life 
     The one who believes in me will live 
                 even though they die 
     and whoever lives by believing in me will never die 
     Do you believe this?”  John 25:26

Yes, I want too . . .
     But fear creeps around my heart
     Its cancerous fibers sinking deep – choking me
     Doubts greet me in the morning
     Panic sleeps in my bed
     I am weak
     Hear my cries of desperation      

“Be strong and courageous
       Do not be afraid 
       do not be discouraged 
          for the Lord your God will be with you 
                wherever you go”   (Joshua 1:9)

Stay close – fill me
     I cannot see – 
     Darkness surrounds me
     Death, destruction, desecration, depression
     Blood, bitterness, bile, blight 

“I have come into the world as a light
              so that no one who believes in me 
             should stay in darkness
             If anyone hears my words but does not keep them
             I do not judge that person
             For I did not come to judge the world
                        but to save the world” (John 12:46-47)

I cannot begin to fathom this
         How great is this love
               Forgiveness over revenge
	           Peace over violence
	                Life over death
	                        Love over hate
                  Help me I pray

“A new command I give you 
              Love one another
             As I have loved you
             so you must love one another”  (John 13:34)

Love one another . . . 

David Meade

Love Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2015

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In The Moment

Sitting by his bed
Labored breathing
Time is short 
Holding his hand
A prayer – for him, for me
Be strong and courageous
Eyes blink open for a moment
Then nothing – gone
Tears flow 
Skin relaxes
Death pallor forms
Alone in the moment

Cell Phone rings
My daughter in a panic
Fear spikes my heart
Dad – there are ants in the bathroom
Relief – exhaling
Death in the moment
But also Life

Goodbye dear friend
Our time over
Your precious love and wisdom 
I take 
To guide my moments
My moments 

To love
To forgive
To encourage
To live
Each day
Each person
In every situation
In every moment


David Meade

Live Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014

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Love Gift

I saw Love climb upon the wind
Heard the laughter in the breeze
Tasted lilacs, jasmine, and honeysuckle
With a turn and twist Love caressed my skin
The scent of dark chocolate filled my nose 
        A deep longing-hunger arose within me

Love was off again gathering the rain clouds
A shower of tears . . . refreshing
My parched soul drank deeply
Sweetness spread across my tongue
My body filled with Love’s offering 
         Now joyful tears fell from my eyes

A drowsiness overcame me and I slept
Love slipped into my dreams
Warm light cocooned me and filled my lungs
Bright colors danced upon my fantasies
An incredible energy pulsated throughout my body
          Love took my hand and laughing -- we chased the light

Breathing hard I asked Love . . . this precious gift, why me?  I am unworthy
Love answered:  I Am the whisper in the wind
The Spirit of truth seeking and restoring . . . you are wholly loved
Of the mighty Kings  --  Faith, Hope and Love
I Am the greatest . . . and you are worthy to Me
         Go now and be Love . . . and know, I Am with you always

  @        @  /
 / | \     / |/
/  |    \/   |
  / \       /  \

David Meade

Live Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014

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Just Within Reach

just within reach?

lots of things!

stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even one 
consonant or one vowel he wrote.
with an artist who used a pencil
like Van Gogh used a paint brush
except better - or - only better choose...edit this yourself
using that memory I referred to earlier on.

every girl that walked by me 
when I was a teen - whose 
fragrance lingered inside quotation 
marks that sang the words
"without you I'll be alone".
every woman that walked by me
when I was a teen - whose strut pulled
at my heart to follow and accept their logic
"yes I'm your teacher but why let a little
technicality like that get in the way of true lust"

jobs loads of them that had ladders
with only one rung at the top that got 
me thinking "what are you waiting for?
this was made for you. three months 
and you'll own the joint."
careers that giggled like choir boys
stuffing their faces at the local pizzeria 
thinking 'life never gets better than this'.
careers wishing I would hop on for the ride whispering
in my ear "shut up and do me " and then screaming "YES...
YES..." followed up by even more screaming "YES...YES and ending
in a soprano round of "Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care..."

sports that skated by me like home runs
that scored two points going through the 
field goal posts of the end of the spikes of
a soccer player taking the three point shot
with only five seconds left on the clocked
filly getting her first hole in one hell of a boxing
match point to win Wimbledon for the fourth
stroke in a rowing competition.

disciplines that courted me with their indignant 
stern voices yelling "can you handle me child?"
disciplines that came with costs...heavy costs. 
disciplines that paraded themselves like supermodels 
dressed in high couture walking the runways in paris france 
where bilingual tourists outside sat in fancy 
outdoor cafés smoking Gauloises unfiltered cigarettes.

all of this and more, 
everything just within reach...


I took and
I held, 
I embraced, 
I romanced, 
I seduced, 
I savoured,
I treasured, 
I lived, 
I loved,
I respected...
...I never took for granted 
and in time I moved closer and closer 
to that which was outside my reach...

I hoped, 
I dreamt, 
I acted 

soon enough it was ALL...just within my reach.

without regret
I claimed everything I wanted.
I called it my art...gave it everything I had and more
and I thank God he gave me the strength 
to digest everything just within my reach 
then to succeed beyond my reach!

April 23 2015
Just within your reach love!

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015

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bloody wrists

I'm sitting on the floor
I'm crying so much more
trying to erase this pain
trying to forget your face
sitting here with the blade in my hand
running so slow blood dripping down
in a deep red color
flowing freely the way i want to feel

I'm sitting on the floor 
holding my hand out
I'm holding a bottle
a bottle filled with pills
I'm crying so hard
the pain is unbearable
I'm feeling so weak 

I'm sitting here on this floor 
holding a blade
crying like crazy
trying to take this pain away
I'm trying my best trying to fight
my eyelids feel heavy
my door is so far
the whispered yells to far
falling deep in to sleep

I'm laying on a bed
I'm so confused 
where am i?
my throat feels sore
my body screams in pain
I'm looking around
I'm in a small white room

i try to move,
my hands are stuck
i try to get up
i feel restraints 
what happened to me?

I'm laying on a bed
trying to get up
my head hurts
a nurse is here
a shot is administered 
i drift to sleep
I'm in the psych ward
why am i here?

I'm lying on a bed
laying so still 
my wrists hurts to no end
I'm crying out loud
screaming and cussing
my body hurts
i can't remember

all i remember are my bloody wrists
and a bottle of pills
all i remember is the pain i was in.....

Copyright © GRACIE GONZALEZ | Year Posted 2013

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Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.

Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.

Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.

So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one.

Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske | Year Posted 2005

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...."The Wedding At Dreamendon" ~

Dressing the ancient stars amid their anthem weddings attire....

The universe anxiously anticipating these adorned galaxies of, anew ~

Bookplate bridesmaids, with such glittering eyes and broadening smiles

Quickly making their jubilant ways down, the amendable aisles

With a world beholding as, the best of man.... 

Hearkening hearts rejoicing so, very deeply inside; paradise

Standing at the altar aside, the most beautiful of glorious grooms ~

Wearing heavens luminous harvest moon colours; commencing halos

Visages, as a sparkling fireworks display afore the joys of an innocent, awestruck child....

Immaculate and pristine; these most mesmerizing of scenes

Cygnus, gathered here to unite this day, paladin unto the morn ~

Extenuatings pragmatic veil; crimsons silkened tides now torn

From, the final pages of such history and lore; a candid, jewel leavened door....

Prismatics band; lifting these velvet promises of an everlasting rainbows, I do ~

Sidereals notes of well-nigh chime; sweet music across the blue made skies

Church bells, reaching unto the furthest realms this, celebrations invitation

Come one come all; come as you were come as you are; the brightest star

Making their way through the constellations; jubilee, and all of creation ~

Coterie, disembarking at the depot from a waking moment; neverendings, final destination!?


...."The Wedding, at Dreamendon" ~

Note: Smile ~ "Merry Christmas Everyone; May It Be 'Beautiful & Bright; Love,'" John!:) ~

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2010

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....The Title ^Fight....


Leaning against the ropes, eyes swollen half closed

Its been a long fight....

Blood dripping from a dislocated jaw

Body beaten and bruised; taking a few more blows

Crowd screaming; colourful figures; cloudy sight?!

Knocked down a few times but, not counted out yet

Not yet; still standing to catch a second wind.... ~

My foe is fierce and relentless, the best in the world

This worlds, undisputed heavyweight champ

At least over most of Humanity; never lost a fight to the faithless!?

Been the prince of his ring for thousands of years....

Almost had them carry me out; flat upon my back, in the early rounds

Until the undefeated “One,” showed up and volunteered to become

“My Corner ^Man.” ~

Been doing somewhat fair since yet, still, a tad bit fuzzy in my head....

Absorbing blows amid a fight like this but, I Am, still standing

And I get my punches in also; sometimes, I even win a round or two?!

My corner Man said; “The Real Champ.” ~

"Just wait for the right time, he'll open up, and when he does

Then, put him on his back; hit him with a left and a quick right

Another left another right and then, use your cut....

....I promise you, I shall gladly count him out, for you ~

Just hang on, we've got him, right, where, we want him!?"


              ....“The Title ^Fight”....

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2011

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A choice

                  A vulture and owl
                        Solitary and predatory
                        Watch and wait

                 The wastelands
                         Scarred by driving winds
                         Baked hard by an abusive sun
                         Void of life, a deep emptiness
                         The silence of desolation

                 Eyes down, he enters
                       Withering in self-pity
                       Cut-off from intimacy
                       Breath reeking of desperation
                       Bones cleaving to his skin

                            Has A choice
                      w                           b
                     a                               i      
                   s                                  g
                  t                                     c
                 e                                        o
                l                                            u
              a                                               r
             n                                                 a
           d                                                     g
          s                                                        e

Kill the pain                                           Face the pain
Bondage                                                Freedom                        
Bed of piss and vomit                             Bed of hope and redemption
Alone – Death                                        Together – Life

                             What will he do . . . ?

A vulture and owl
      Solitary and predatory
      Watch and wait

To the struggling -- never give up hope!

David Meade

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014

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Love Is Like Magic

Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks...
Love is the language,
That every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
Is life's sweet mystery!!

Copyright © Jessica Bateman | Year Posted 2010

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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 | Year Posted 2015

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A love that lasts a summer,

A song that last forever,

A cry that will end in a short while,

And yet the morning stays in denial.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009

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~ Painting Mona Lisa ~

Absolutely enchanting I thought ~
As I drew the curtains wider, to allow in a bit more light....
Returning unto the canvas and dipping my brush
Into a slightly brighter shade of beige 
Thinking perhaps just a touch more violet, a dab of red, and, a stroke of amber
Until, I heard the door bell ring, breaking, this mesmerized trance....
Sitting my palette down, and lying my brush aside, atop a colored cloth
I turned to see who it was, that was there?
"Hold on dear, I shall be right back," I whispered
As she smiled amid a radiance, that stopped me within my steps
How rarely seldom does one get a chance like this I thought?
If it is truly important and I know them
Then they shall kindly call, or possibly even leave myself a note
Besides, what an unpleasant reflection it would be, to even but for an instant
Interrupt this dream....
For no greater beauty have I ever beheld, nor have I ever found, then this 
Perfection within everyway I believe, is whom she is ~
"What's wrong," she asked, "are you not going to see who it is?"
Glistening eyes, as I fixated upon her own, mirrors, of an endless hue
"No, not right now dear," as I then, poured her a drink
Smiling as she gracefully arose, proposing a toast I said
"To this moment, this day, to you and I, this time, and, amore"....
As I slowly reached forth my hand, to tenderly caress her rosen cheek
And to glide my fingers gently, through her shining auburn hair
"Here dear," leading her loveliness softly, "here, sit right there
That the sunlight may embrace your boundless beauty
This magnificence of your splendor, these wonders, from whom you truly are" ~
Glowingly she smiled once more, as with a passion, I then kissed her perfect lips
"I love you," she uttered
While as the mornings dew lit rays, reflected upon her enchantedness 
As a glittering arose about my own heart, and a warming, within my now raptured soul  
"So do I my love, I love you more," I returned
Retrieving my brush, my palette and my cloth
Exchanging glances amid knowing thoughts, these souls, so intertwined ~
"Excellent, do not move dear" 
As always was captured forever, within, this moment right here....


~Painting, Mona Lisa~                

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2009

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To Breathe "You" In....

Your beautiful name, echoing throughout my thoughts

"Everyday!"....But I never tell you this?

Sometimes when I breathe, I close my eyes to imagine

Breathing, everything that you are, to me, deep within....

And it is then, when I can feel your heart, beating, next to mine

As I hold you in my arms, my soul melting, to these rushing waters, inside

These dreams of countless moments, that I dream, with you by my side

Sometimes it hurts, so profoundly, this pain, when you are not there

These endless reflections, which tear at my being, my existence

Mixed amid smiles of longings, of what I hope, may someday be!?

Every beat, every breath, every second of my life

Filled with you, and you alone, forever in my sight!

I do not need to paint these things, upon a canvas of colors

For what good are they, to me anymore? 

When all I want, they can no longer hold; because, they hold not "You"

My eyes are saddened sometimes, as they desire your beauty, but find you, never there

My soul~How can I explain this, yearning that I have!?

How? As I question, what happened upon this path?

For it seems so long, since I have felt this way....

These searing flames, more and more, everyday! 

And all I know, is that right now, as I breathe you in

A thousand years, would not be enough, time, to share with your life

Anything, less than eternity, I believe, would tear me in half

This, is how much, I truly love "You!"

And not even the most amazing words, within this world, that were ever written

Could make it any truer~As I gaze, into your endless eyes ~

I would give you the stars, this I know, as I have given you my life

To walk along the shore with "You"~To walk, through the tides of time....

Is all that I shall ever want, and all, that I shall ever need!

Watch me bleed, without your splendor, here ~

Can you feel my passion? Can you feel my love?

Calling to "You," within every moment, that I wake

Dreams, inside my heart~My raging soul, which burns, for "You"

A torch, until the ends of time~Can you hear it, calling too!?


To breathe, your beauty, within....

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2009

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~ Destiny II ~

Smiling, as our glances would glimpse, knowing, as our souls would meet

Upon this plane of sphere, where time, it did not ever exist

These curtains, no longer drawn, exposing thresholds

That we both had crossed, wishful, and wantingly 

Into my arms, she then now waltzed, within her velvet, and silkened touch

Melting, into my depths her love, deep, inside of me

Silently, as I gazed into her eyes, kaleidoscopes, of cascading colors, reflecting

The endlessness, of these vast expanses of desires, longings, that we both could see

Much more than flesh, much more than barriers, much more, than life itself

Was the warmth, of her cherished breath, the essence, of her purity

Reaching, resurrecting a pulse, that I, we, should finally be

As the world stood still, and the skies became frozen

When our lips first brushed, an impassioned kiss, that would follow

The galaxies, exploding, from beneath the waters, of this now, washing sea

For no longer was she just a picture, and no longer, was she just a dream

Entwined forever, was this our spirits, as one, she became real to me

These souls that danced, amid the starlit heavens, unto the endless, of all eternity

She and I, and we alone, immersed within a light, a love

That no time, no life, no eyes, have they ever seen....


                                       ~ Destiny ~

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2008

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~ A Velvet Rose ~

She writes with such fragrance....

Her words, like flowers

Flowing from her pen

Eyes like the ocean

Serenity, that never ends

The softness of her touch

Her heart melting from within

Such gentleness of colors

Like the still warming wind....

On journies she takes us

Her vision our eyes

The breath of her breathing

Brings life deep inside

A passage, her picture

These sands of her shores

I whisper her majestic

I long for her more....

Smiling as I see her

The breeze dancing through her hair

Such glory, her figure

Radiant I stare

At her light, this lady

Her wrappings of care....

Gentle is her essence

With her pureness profound

Her grace as she walks

As she passes I bow

To her wonders, her treasures

Her life, I bow....

For never have my eyes

Beheld such as she 

Never in this life

Have I found such a dream

Her eloquence, her meakness

Her enchanting soul

Painting this canvas, her portrait 

This splendor, for all to behold....

To love with such passion

The worlds hand, that she holds

Her fragrance, like flowers...."Her Beauty!"


                ~ A Velvet Rose ~

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2009

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.."?Your Beauty!"..

Blackberry kisses, within the celestial starlit mornings hour....

Stirring these passions aglow, amid the flickering flames of desire ~

Caressing such thoughts of you; smouldering embers, that burnish so very brightly!

These ardent heated emotions; florids, of the blue oranges rising ~ 

Crossing the boundaries of a tomorrows promise....

Once thought to be but only, a forbiddens dream?!

As I now feel your ivory breast, pressing softly to my burning heart

Beating, beneath the magic of your silkened strawberry lips; moist ~ 

Burying this arrow of our light, gently, inside of thee....

To gather your cries, as you reach for the sky

And arch as a bow, your life; pouring its pleasures

Upon this world of my own, soul!

Tasting now your glistening sweetened nectars; ripe

While twirling unto the delight, of such joyous and piercing prose.... 

These mounds of vanillas creams, melting, their flavours into me
Entangled, within this fairy tales maze, of your alluring eyes ~
Which consume my very being, with the breath, of your beautiful gaze!

Intensely dissolving these walls once built; like painted clay, inside of a broken kiln....

This barrier now breached, by your majestically perfect smile ~

To become but a flowing river once more, of glittering and sparkling currents

Beneath your rainbows colours, of everything, that was forever meant to be!?

This tenderness of your touch, as soft as a whitened doves; smooth and subtle....

Quenching my deepest thirst; as you engrave your longing nails

Of rosebud scarlet, into the cores of my no longer bleeding, searching heart! 

Dripping with its desires for you; pulsing and exploding, inside....

Mesmerized, by your presence; and cast, upon the shores of your love ~

As the candle light glows, afore these shadows that dance; their enchanting trance

And the silhouettes sway, beneath their yellowish moon....

Aflame, amid your igniting embrace; while you stroke these fires, that burn 

Yearn, for only you and you alone; your light, and your touch ~

The very essence which breathes this life, your life, profoundly, inside of me!

Within these blackberry kisses; dreams, of a tomorrows horizon

Now thriving, atop the crystals waters, of this sea of love....

Pounding; throbbing; penetrating; tingling; the warmth of your breast, pressed

Eternity, upon the tip of my tongue; your sugar laced taste ~


.."?Your Beauty!"..

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2011

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The colors of Happy

I am the painter of Happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
Listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet

I see the beauty 
beyond the dark
Floating within, this concrete park
Leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant 
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint

I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces 
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces

finger painting
Or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
Or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow 
My flavors are sweet like jello

Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow 
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
When others are slow
Wrapping amazing 
With a platinum bow

Let me paint you
A different kinda blue
Bright skied technicolor 
The perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
Do what you want to do
Choices many
Don't settle for so few

I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
Help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
It will help a lot 
Choose exciting
A life that's red hot
Forget Generic
There is more to be got
Let others choose boring 
What I offer 
can't be store bought

I'll hand you a brush
We can cover more ground
Flower squirting
Big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
That joyful sound
Multi colored 
Me and you
freedom bound
Our happy can astound!
What was lost 
Its been refound
Time to open these eyes
Happy colors
Look around

Inspired by our resident Happy Jack Ellison!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Fairytales and Love


Clouds burst their rainbows amid the night....

Cascading showers in loves colourful lights

Glitter became the stars which filled the sky

Inside my heart and afore my eyes ~

Into my soul did they come to rest

Atop palettes of dreams; their dreams bequest....

What you knew and what I thought

Who I am and whom your not

As time it tears this page so fair

Confetti streams, tis where I'll find you there....


...."Fairytales and Love" *

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2011

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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 | Year Posted 2015

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Do you remember me

They walk silently along my hallways.
Floors littered with faded finery.
Do you remember my Granduer?
I had once been called the Queen of the sea.
Pulled down to the ocean's floor.
Swaying silently, so many sad souls
They are entombed here 
Forever a part of me 
Left to wander my halls
Sharing this watery hell
Faces frozen in skeletal grins
Evidence of our eternal sadness
Fish now swim across my stage
The band is silent
Still I remember
I absorbed them note by note
They played till my last moment
Yet it was not for my benefit
For I had betrayed them
My promises were empty
Temptation, travel, time together
Some mercifuly escaped
What did they remember of me?
Some came back in ghostly form
Searching for those I had taken from them
I will not release them
For I do not wish to be alone.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Hurricane Eileen - The Storm

A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work

Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue

Hurricane Eileen - The Storm

As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were slashed
By her white lightening blast
Down the chimney old windy did howl

By her orchestrates
He rattles the grates
Appears round each gap in the door
Then in comes her rain
Through cracked window pain
As I witness her latest downpour

How the storm fascinates
With the show she creates
And I sit here and watch her for free
Down on the plain 
Taking the strain
She batters the gnarled willow tree

Great thunder clouds form 
In the head of the storm
And magic arrives in her sky
Come rivers of rain
With nowhere to drain
The water, a flood, rises high

Then happens a lull
To recharge to the full
Takes time out to contemplate
To be cruel or be kind
She rampages her mind
And comes back, at double the rate

With a boom and a crack
Bursts silver from black
A crescendo of noise fills the ear
And the gnarled willow tree
Writhes in ecstasy
By the pulse of her wild atmosphere

Mixed shadows are cast 
By her white lightening blast
Her soul, for a while, exposed
For a moment in time 
All is in rhyme
Till her story she chooses to close

As her elements soar
They’re at large with a roar
For hours they’ll dance and they’ll play
Blows the hurricane
Driving her reign
Till had, fulfilment of stay

With her forces unleashed
Her passions released
The storm passes over to light
Once more she has shown 
By the tantrum she’s sown
Her strength… her power… her MIGHT.

Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013

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you spin 
the elements of your life 
in a vacuum 

like a snake 
in perpetual hibernation 

no light 
no truth 
no reason 

no soft air 
to touch you 


where living weeps 
to unwind itself 

to begin feeling 


the one thing 
needed to unravel 
its lonely existence- 

a touch 
of selflessness 

how do you do it 
I wonder - 


not knowing 
how to give 

or receive 

the easiest moments 
of every day

Copyright © maggie flanaganwilkie | Year Posted 2005

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A Disney Tale

You say you're Cinderella,
Or would you like to be. 
Does this mean that you've found, 
Your Prince charming in me? 

You also say you're Jasmine,
So, Princess, please be mine.
A whole new world I'll show you,
A world of love divine.

Your favorite is Tinkerbell,
So I'll be Peter Pan.
Together we can fly away,
Off to Netherland.

And if you're Sleeping Beauty,
Then i will be the one.
To kiss your lips, open your eyes,
And fill your life with sun.

And if I was the Beast,
And your name was bell.
I know that I could count on you,
To free me from my spell.

And if I was Prince Eric,
Would you come with me?
As my Ariel I'd show you,
A lover deeper than the sea.

Just like a disney tale,
Filled all with love and laughter.
You and I will be together,
Happily ever after.

Copyright © Michelle Micek | Year Posted 2005