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A Near Death Experience of A Sweetheart

 
"A Near-Death Experience of A Sweetheart" Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds among white fluffy clouds and shimmering stars awhile wind unfurls racing into darkness: destination to death's door living in a heavenly kingdom ... forevermore ... Traveling through deep tunnel as cold fingers touch walls of blackened essence creating thoughts to clutch quickly toward a bright white light of peace my soul and spirit being experienced soft release ... Rushing to a Paradise, landing on streets of gold seeing the Face of God so clearly to behold longing to embrace my dear departed family loved ones who had gone before to their final destiny ... Their captivating smiles excited my soul sharing love once more as was in their earthly roll but a huge white Angel stood between my track he spoke mentally "child of God you must go back. And yet, I was not sad but happy to have seen my precious treasured relatives cuddled by Supreme Being why? I questioned must I return to Planet Earth? Angel responed not your time to stay your purpose unfulfilled for God to cherish every day ... Suddenly transported through the tunnel smelling flowers a jorney taking minutes but feeling like hours and soon the sights and sounds ignited quiet hospital room while my loved ones endured possibility of doom ... My husband was squeezing my hand so tight I felt his love as my children sobbed so loud praying to above my eyes opened wide as I inhaled a breath escaping to my body while I avoided Death ... This near-death experience was an inspiration for another realm exists in utter fascination for now the message lives to enjoy both love and life have no fear for death is harmless and erases strife ... Hover close to God and always give Him thankxxx through trials and tribulations He relieves all angst Treasure every moment and anticipate the end a beutiful place is waiting reuniting family and friends ... Kisses and hugs replaced those solitary tears knowing what lies ahead extinguishes all fears please celebrate the gift of life in grateful attitude Eternity is awesome with unending interlude ...

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2013


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During Sex I'm Often Naked

You can't make someone love you all you can do is be someone who can be loved.The rest is up to them. No matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. It takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. You can do something in an instant will give you heartache for life. It's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts. You can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something. It's not what happens to people that's important it's what they do about it. Always leave loved ones with loving words. Either you control your attitude or it controls you. Heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. Money is a lousy way of keeping score. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. Regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place. Never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed you. You must be able to forgive. No matter how good a friend is, they are going to hurt you every once in a while - you must forgive them for that. No matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. Our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are but we are responsible for who we become. Just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other and just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do. Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. No matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides. You can keep going long after you think you can't. Even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. It is hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe. Credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. Writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains. The paradigm we live in is not all that is offered to us. (This is my own personal rewrite or version if you will of a common post on the internet with many contributors and credited to Anonymous) 22~12~2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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When A Woman Is Just A Woman

When a woman is just a woman She's nobody's but her own She embraces truth in life with compassion in her soul When a woman is just a woman There's ambition on her mind There is wisdom in her words and foundations to be kind When a woman is just a woman there's a beauty in her eyes and that beauty reflects journeys travelled through her inner light When a woman is just a woman There' s a sweetness in her smile There's the instinct of a mother with protection for each child When a woman is just a woman She is humble, She is plain She' s a friend, She's a great listener Seeks adventure and not vain When a woman is just a woman She thinks firstly with her heart She gives strength yet begs protection She needs firm securing arms When a woman is just a woman There are secrets still concealed There are alluring mysteries Chapters signed yet unrevealed When a woman is just a woman There is attitude, there is class She is sensual, She is daring She ' s a treasure born to last When a woman is just a woman She shakes stardust in the blues She 's a Lucille Ball and Nelson She ' s the gift of rainbow hues. P.S - ( Nelson mentioned above -for Nelson Mandela ) Pls find in pictures above women who inspired me ,and their quotes Dedicated to all Women on poetrysoup : ) Inspired by Justin's contest : ' When a woman is just a woman ' but not for the contest

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015


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Of Road Rage and the Poetrysoup Profanity Policy

As Joe was biking down the side of the road
He ran across a chap with a dearth of driving skills.  
Or more accurately, the driver almost ran over Joe; 
'Twas one of life’s unwanted thrills.

A spirited exchange ensued between them
About who was in the right.
But this being the delicate poetrysoup,
I’ll keep the language light:

“You fornicating chewer of masculine appendages,” 
Quoth the driver.  “What the fornicating inferno were you doing?”
Replied Joe, “Just following the traffic signs, 
you premenstrual hyena in need of screwing.”

He quipped, “You’re replete with fornicating doo-doo,
My  light was coitally green.”
Quoth Joe, “Alas, your light was not.
And your maternal unit stars in movies obscene.”

Said he, “A shower of gold, is what I’m told, 
May clarify your sight.”
Retorted Joe, “Stay in that car, spawn of Jar-Jar, 
or you’ll be seeing lots of lights.”

“Perhaps remove the telephone pole,” said he,
“From where you store your bowel.”
Quipped Joe, “So I could fire a methane cloud in your direction?”
Oh my, how the driver did howl.

The driver continued.  “I don’t give an airborne 
intimate encounter about you and your bike.”
One thing was abundantly clear,
This man Joe didn’t like.

Joe gave not a rodent’s backside
For this foul troll’s attitude.
Yet the driver felt inclined to continue
with his prattling so rude:

“Consume excrement and expire,
you maternally fornicating 
portion-of excrement consuming
rah-rah blah blah…” He continued bloviating.

Suggested Joe when he finished, “Might I refer you to a friend,
one you clearly need?”
He’s a cranio-proctologist, 
The best around, indeed.”

 “I invite you to  perform an antatomically 
challenging act of self-gratification,” quoth he.
“I ought to apply my foot to your tightly clad posterior
and then everyone will see.”

“While I’m good at riding bikes,” said Joe,
“Flexibility is not my strong suit.”
“So the contortionism is out, 
and I plan to continue my route.”

“And as far as threats go, 
I must say that I’m not very impressed.
I wouldn’t bet your Hollywood looks
on what I sure hope is a jest.”

“In matters of fitness, you clearly lag,” noted Joe.
Which is why you’re in the car, and I’m not.
Thus, I cordially invite you to make a bowel movement
or kindly get off the pot.”

Happily the driver understood the score.
Away he drove with a whine.
Turns out he had to rearrange a sock drawer.
“Too bad, “ thought Joe.  “He talked such a good line.”

Away Joe pedaled into the day,
Whistling a happy tune,
hoping not to encounter such a 
fornicating bowel movement show anytime soon.

3/2/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016


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Share Not

When I go out to dinner,
I do not want to share.
I don’t care what is on your plate;
I don’t want to compare.

I scan the menu up and down
And then make my selection.
When it arrives, it’s meant for me
And not for your inspection.

“You want to taste my fish?” I’m asked.
Some people never learn;
For then the expectation is
To taste mine in return.

And so the answer’s always No!
Yet comments never cease.
“Your fries look really good!” They are,
So let me eat in peace!

Each morsel on my dish is mine
And I intend to finish.
Perhaps my attitude will make
Your thoughts of me diminish.

I’m sorry if that is the case – 
Dessert I’ll split just fine;
But when the meal’s delivered – 
You eat yours and I’ll eat mine!

Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2012


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Echoes Of The Heart

                      ~Echoes Of The Heart.~
                                      
Yesterday she was carrying a void felt deep in her heart its echo 
was begging someone to fill her needs to be free to love & venture 
through society accept to socialize allow her heart to search for a 
different attitude towards life to fill her emptiness. Its so hard 
to keep up with those changes of feelings without finding solutions. 
She prayed her consciousness to stop listening to voices 
of loneliness.

Fear obliged her soul to escape from being locked in an arena 
with lions to mutilate her spirit due to feebleness. 
She wept why she could not fly like a bird to the sky and land 
on the sand stand and wave to thee unknown ask to be rescued .

She wished anyone could send a feather with the wind towards 
her hearts echo, as a whisper of connecting. 
The more time passed the more her heart felt deserted, she couldn't 
walk as her feet were stuck in the cement. 

The void was getting stronger she doesn't know why, maybe if she 
rings a bell someone will come looking for her, she doesn't want to 
know anymore why she feels confused in her own battle of survival.

Nobody knows why the echo inside her heart was far from listening, 
refusing to respond to the same philosophy she had a few years ago, 
she was strong, accepting, walking, breathing normal, but what is normal, 
she seems to be very far away from changing to normal, she wants to 
give up fighting and drown with all her feelings only to surface when
she understands and becomes normal.

Maybe the winter cold and snow are all over her body she must be 
frozen as her breathing is waiting for a sign to pump some air into 
her lungs, she tried but when she looked outside it was so somber,
her emotions begged to stop thinking, only exist for the moment. 

When the night will surround her darkness she will be born again to 
fill her own aloneness, she writes poetry and reads books, she  
shares her thoughts with her own thoughts, and wonder how sad 
just to survive because one has to, today her wish is to let go and
trigger her feelings to take an ugly turn by vanishing without even 
leaving a note why? She needed desperately to listen to the echos 
emerging from her heart telling her what to do, she will wait.

Because her wishes could not find someone to love and breath the 
same air at that advanced age, that was the reason why existing was 
not worth it anymore, she was ready to let go of her spirit and soul, 
suddenly her hearts echo grew louder forbidding her not to run 
towards her night table where she had all her medications, but reach 
out to God befriend Him and sleep with the thought of waking up for 
another tomorrow to remain alive and stay in love.

Tonight her echo was urging her to chatter with her thoughts 
and listen to her echo echoing that her lover of 43 years will 
come back, do not panic, he left to explore his own path and 
listen to his own echo while flying away for an intermission 
to feel what his heart wants him to do. 
You must desire the same energy that your hearts echoes fly 
together towards your doorsteps and place that outstanding 
red rose a sign of love for your tomorrows. 

Knowing your love is & was an everlasting love
time Is your witness, wait for him, he will be back.

Therese Bacha
20/3/2013

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013


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Loneliness

Such a finely honed sword is this loneliness
Slicing through tenuous sinews of yesterday.
I search for obscure corridors of happiness
Knowing that somehow I forgot the way.

From gloomy clouds I harvest the sorrow
Dripping into the cupped hands of my heart.
For there is no optimistic promise of tomorrow
As I curse my ship and unintelligible chart.

How bitter sweet this gateaux of quiet solitude
I garnish it with sprinkles of immense silence.
For loneliness is but a mere shift of attitude
From peaceful design to destructive violence.

I gather the jigsaw pieces of empty conversation
Falling snippets swirling on the winds of sound.
A soliloquy of madness expressed in futile oration
In chilling isolation the laughter of my soul is bound.

I strain to catch the words swirling on the breeze
Yesterday was surely a symphony of chatter.
This finely honed sword cuts deeply with ease
And though I bleed... it surely doesn't matter.

Copyright © Heidie Buys | Year Posted 2009


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ATTITUDE WITH STYLE


Positive and negative energy

Pulls you strongly either way

Which do you choose to flow with

To start you off each day

Each one has the power

To take you oh so far

Which of them do you choose

To show you who you are

You have the power in you

To stand up and be strong

You do not have to fall down

When everything goes wrong

Its just the way you think my dear

Its just the way you flow

Its oh so easy to go down

Stop now and just say no

Your thoughts are reality

Not always what you see

Good or bad, you have the choice

Which one will it be

The more you flow on upwards

The higher you will climb

Fill yourself with positive thoughts

And always you'll be fine

Such an interesting game to play

And will only take a while

And when you've  mastered it well my friend

You'll have great confidence, and that is,

ATTITUDE WITH STYLE!!!!!




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Take a look at my poem and my TON UP! GREAT HABIT
You can even join in the fun,email- wordplayezine@mail.com
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Copyright © simone segal | Year Posted 2010


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I Am Whammy


It was a lovely summer the garden was filled with butterflies. Whammy the caterpillar was full of joy. He climbed the tallest stalk in the flower bed. Maybe he could see the beautiful butterflies. They might even play with him. “Hello” he said as he greeted a very colorful flutter by. Poor Whammy was in for a huge disappointment. She laughed at him, called to all her butterfly friends. She ridiculed Whammy she actually called him an ugly crawly thing. If it was anyone else but Whammy this story may have had a disastrous ending. Whammy just slid down found his other caterpillar friends. They all wanted to know about the butterflies. Whammy told his friends that the flutter bys were even more beautiful from close. He said he was unfortunate he met one who was mean and shallow inside. That night Whammy prayed. First he prayed that the flyer he met would find the kindness that was surely within her. Then he prayed for other Caterpillars who might have the same experience. He knew that at first he felt bad really bad. He felt bad for not being as beautiful as the flyer. Then Whammy remembered, beauty is to be appreciated not envied. "Besides" Whammy thought "I'm quite dapper myself" as he straightened his imaginary tie and laughed. He wished that no creature large or small that no life form would ever feel like less. “If I was a butterfly I would be kind to everyone, imagine that me a flutter by” he said out loud. As our story ends Whammy falls asleep. Laughing and content Just to be happy. Imagine that - a scary caterpillar becoming a beautiful butterfly? Moral Of the story: “Attitude is Everything”. 01~11~2014 Maurice Yvonne Sponsor: Carol Eastman Contest Name: Fable to the Rescue

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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Galaxies Came Between

He'd be typing away on his desk
with blueprints for the next big thing,
While I'd be staring off into the azure sky
appreciating the "insignificant" things

You really are a genius
in your field of technicalities,
with which you thoroughly water;
A wife, a place of your own,
and a destination in mind

Me?

You'll find me in the corner
(no not a corner... think rounded edges,
much more safe)
Half past ten, still in bed,
with rolls of cash in a Ziploc bed
(I'm not dealing and I'm sorry if I gave you that
impression... more likely
just a descendant of Scrooge)

Your perfectly organized life
(my just screw it attitude)
Well I must say you are on your way,
but where exactly too?

I solemnly wish
we had, but one thing
in common, dearest brother,
Even with the knowledge
that I wrote this for you
I'm sure deep down
you'd think this quite sappy

And being the person that I am
I'd immediately think of tree metaphors
(now what what rhymes with cedar?)

And being the person you are
you'd probably just go about your day
wondering about the latest Apple product

You live next door
and yet somehow
galaxies came between us,
Practical you gathered sticks and stones
for your shelter here on Earth

(I was too busy daydreaming
on Mars)

From the moment I opened my eyes
and peaked my little head out
from the pool in the backyard,
we were brothers, through and through

... so why do I have this nagging urge
to shake your hand and ask



"Have we met?"

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013


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One in Four Women

Terror seizes you, and it isn't kind. 
 You try to go somewhere peaceful in your mind.
But the pain rips you right back to here and now.
 Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of even saying "ow."

You try to be strong, but he tears from you, a scream.
 Oh God, please let this be a terrible, terrible dream.
I thought he was supposed to be a friend of mine?
 As the tears grow down my face like vine.
 
He tells me I wanted it, even though I screamed no.
 He says my attitude and outfit told him so.
In the same breath, he threatens me never to tell.
 If they ask why the tears, you better say you fell.

As I got out of the car he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.
 He kissed my forehead and said Don't worry you'll be all right.
Just remember, if you open your mouth, no one will believe a dirty whore.
 Now go inside before I take you for another ride and give you some more.

Into the house and straight into the shower.
 I was in there for what felt like hours and hours.
My grandmother knew right from the start.
 Please don't tell, it would break Daddy's heart.

Please, Grandma he's not worth Daddy going to jail.
 For my sake and his, you can never, ever tell.
She kept her promise and never uttered a word.
 At night, she told me, my cries she heard.

For six weeks I kept my secret and told not another soul.
 For six weeks I sunk deeper and deeper into a hole.
Not until I heard that he raped a fourteen year old girl.
 Knowing I could have prevented it, shattered my world.

I finally told my horror story to the cops and to my Dad.
 I don't think I'd ever seen him so violently mad.
Mike was arrested, but in jail he would not stay.
 He lived around the corner and we had to move away.

He got probation, but not for me, his word against mine.
 I was sixteen, of legal age to consent, so for me he'd get no time.
His punishment, probation for only a couple of years.
 Me and his other victim were left with our fears.

Would he find us and take revenge for what he said was a lie?
 Would my father hunt him down, and go to prison for a rapist to die?
He got away, pretty much scot-free for his deplorable crime.
 His victims were the ones who were serving the time.








This IS a true story, my story, but not my story alone. After 8 years and raping several
other women Mike was sentenced to 35 years in prison. As he pleaded his innocence, we were
all in some way vindicated. He never did a day for brutally raping me, NOT ONE DAMN DAY.
But he's doing plenty now. I hope he gets ALL that he deserves.

Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009


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The Color of Poetry

       As the ink touches my writing pad every letter seems to glow.
I feel I'm going mad watching sentences light so bright like a rainbow!
       Each word seems to hypnotize and my mind begins to travel.
I watch through brown eyes as the poem begins to unravel!

       Nouns and adjectives make up each dazzlingword.
The exclamation at the end of certain sentences compliment my verbs!
       Yellow, red, and blue hues reflect my mood.
Each paragraph shows a little bit more attitude!

       I wonder how so many colors can come together and still coexist?
The stanza's flutter light as a feather never tiring my wrist.
       My rainbow of letters in my sentence3s never cease to amaze me.
A canvas of art within my heart is the color of poetry!!!

Darkness fell across my writing pad, putting my stanza's in gloom.
I just knew I would go mad as I looked around the pitch dark room.
In the darkness I felt the push of my pen, and went with the flow.
A premonition again, and looked down to see each letter begin to glow!
Even the punctuation seemed to have a bluish hue, that illuminated my eyes.
I had a huge sense of deja-vu and the color of poetry I begin to recognize!

Each letter stood out all alone, and brighter they seem to grow.
Sentences like different colors of gemstones looked like a horizontal rainbow!
My pen begin to dance, having an aura of a brilliant white.
The stanza's begin to tell of a romance that would soon under the moon ignite!
I couldn't believe it had to do with me, and my head started to spin.
A love I wanted to achieve begin with the color of poetry all over again!!


*See pixs of me and other poems @ PoetryPub.ning.com (Jimmy M. Anderson

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010


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Six Stories

One day the villagers decided to pray for rain, on that day the people gathered but only one boy came with an umbrella.  THAT’S FAITH

When you throw a baby in the air she laughs, because she knows you’ll catch her. THAT’S TRUST 

Every night we go to bed not knowing if we’ll be alive the next morning.  Still we set the alarms to wake up.  THAT’S HOPE 

We Plan big things for tomorrow in spite of zero knowledge of the future. 
THAT’S CONFIDENCE 

We see the world suffering but we still get married.  THAT’S LOVE 

An old man's shirt once read   “I’m not 60 Years Old.., I’m Sweet 16 with 44 years Experience” THAT’S ATTITUDE 

Have a happy day, do live your life like the 6 stories


Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015


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The Deadly Obsession

When I met you, you were nice and polite
 You did everything right 
 You brought me food to put me in a good mood
 You had a good attitude
 You were basically a cool dude

 You began acting strange why did you have to change
 You texted me eight times a day if I didn't come home right away
 You gave me nasty stares that I couldn't bare 
 You followed me everywhere that's not fair
 I wonder if you ever cared 

 You turned into a devil
 I don't feel safe with you because you raped me  now I'm carrying your baby
 You pulled out a knife one night and threatened my life that's not right
 You cheat on me and beat me I can't take the heat 
 I don't appreciate you I have to defeat you before you  defeat me
 What did I do  to you for you to treat me bad I loved you
 I gave you a baby how could you act so crazy
 I gave you my heart now it's falling apart 
 It's time for me to make a new start 

 No more stressing for me
 Just blessings for me
 I hope you will learn a lesson that you had an obsession

Copyright © Ileane Ogilvie | Year Posted 2014


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TRUE INDIAN

On the land of miracles,
Took place a miracle,
Missile man of our country was born.
People's president he was known,
APJ Abdul kalam was his identity.
Paving a path for young generation,
In the field of science and technology.
He inspired young minds.
He is no more on this earth,
But his soul hasn't left his motherland.
Freedom, strength and development
Were his dreams.
The day he was born,
He dedicated the day to learners.
The spark in his eyes,
The smile on his face,
And the confidence in his attitude,
Inspires me and every indian.
I am proud to be an indian.

Copyright © AHALYA NAIR | Year Posted 2016


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Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

Springtime is a chance to start your life anew,
Dust off your pride and change your attitude.
Bring forth the hidden treasures, of your heart,
Don’t worry about the past that tore you apart.
Let the fresh air cleanse your soul, body and mind,
Release the inhibitions that have kept you blind.
Love yourself, for who you are and what you can do,
Never worry about what others think, it all about you.
Embrace the earth elements and the comfort they bring, 
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the results, of your spring cleaning.   

Written : © 3/21/16
Deadline: 4/13/16 
Finalized: 3/24/16
Submitted for: Second Chance #3
Sponsored by: Broken Wings

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016


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Sexy

She asked for a pic
I went through the rules
No this and that
Bust and above
My best features
Only that
No hips and no arms
those aren't my charms
I went through the drill
My students knew it well
She came and whispered in my ear,
"Teacher, I love your figure
You're SO sexy."

I burst out laughing 
Was this a joke?
No, she was dead serious
She loved how I moved
She loved how I danced
"Back home...
They'd love a woman like you
Your fullness is proportionate and sexy."

It seems a silly thing
But I did pose for the pic
I flicked back my hair
Had a smile on my face...
No, I'm not who I was...
But I'll get there somehow
I have to enjoy the here and now

A simple compliment
I'd heard like it before
from both genders...
Hard to accept
When you feel bad about yourself
But I never tire of hearing it
Beautiful and sexy...
Me?
It's all in the attitude
In the way that you move
in your smile and your eyes
Even with thunder thighs
A move and a shake
Will keep them awake
BUT....
I'm going to gain back my former glory
and watch out world....

That compliment is about to turn REAL!

Eileen

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014


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Perfect Story

  
The Perfect Story!!

.
ingredients.... How to write the perfect story?

 

Tonight I close my eyes, enter the realm in another form

Dig deep inside to find the ingredients for you~ "the Perfect Story?"

Find the enigma behind every expression of beauty

Locate the inspiration of the world  your heart seeks

Take your mind deep and far beyond every star

Position my thought with the best ingredients,

that afflicts the unique worlds only I experienced

***

***

First add the ingredient of self-attitude. ( POSITIVE )

Next unlock the skills that hold the masterpiece 

Exercise the role of timing, when setting the perfect line

Find a sidekick to help intervene every step without falling

Meet and bond with every word that makes the story unique

Feel the motion in both hands, while perceiving every step

Show off the ability that one can see more than others

Provide the details that feed the readers appetite

Hold a form of originality, impressing the readers imagination

Last create a mystery like no other, evoke the reads curiosity

"TO WANT MORE!"
Wait a second, you asked for A Story, 
Not, my inventory!!! 

:)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011


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Depression - ACROSTIC

Depression Acrostic 


Depression, it’s not just in your head,
Enslaving your soul, “I’d be better off dead.”
Poisoning your attitude
Retarding your mood.
Eternal slumber,
Solitude replaces laughter, 
Sailing out into the sea of tears,
In my head, I scream, but no one cares,
On and on I scream, no one hears,
Not a soul, my pleas fall on deaf ears.


Composed by:
S. Ronthorpe

Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2011


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Laughter, the Best Medicine

We live in a world where sickness abounds, Sometimes stumping the best of providers. Symptoms and tests almost always expound, While the emotional costs grow wider. The travel and care and expenses we bare, In dollars and tears for a healing. Pale when compared, with the voluminous prayers, Our reverence and humility kneeling. Seeing through to the end, great strength we must take, And the position that attitude matters. A stiff upper lip and a smile sometimes fake, Anything less, and fragile hope easily shatters. Yet until we’re called home, to streets paved with gold, Or abodes filled with love and affection, Widely known in the hearts, of the young and the old, Laughter remains, life's greatest healing medication!
(This poem is dedicated to my wonderful Sister Cindy, whose strength and positive attitude throughout her struggle, encourage all who cross her path) User Name: Wedge Motif: Philosophical

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014


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A Few Choice Words from my Daughter

Busy getting ready to go to a meeting
I was looking through my closet for something to wear
My 20 year old daughter, Shereen, was in my bedroom
Showing me her new clothes
I marveled at her
What a body
What a beautiful woman
Her curves were to die for
Her thin waist set off her other assets to perfection
Such a womanly figure
Her black raven hair fell in big waves to her waist
She commanded attention
Her pencil thin skirt set her curves off to perfection
What a beauty!
I loved showing her off to the world
Just that day I had told her
She was a living goddess

Rushing to get ready
My mind was on finding something quickly 
When her words totally threw me…
This goddess
This paragon of beauty said to me:
“Mama, I was just looking at you earlier today.
You are so sexy
You have wonderful curves.
What you were wearing really set them off nicely.”

I paused…
Me…sexy.
This 47 year old overweight woman
I looked at my daughter
Who is brutally honest
The one I turn to when I need an opinion

"How was the solo I sang in Church? Did I go off key?
Does this color suit me?
Am I being unreasonable?"
To all my questions she'd answer with truth, not mincing words
She'd call me on some actions that she thought were "childish"
"You're overreacting, MOM! Stop being a Drama Queen!"
And here she was saying...
"You're so pretty, Mama!"

Because I know she doesn’t hide the truth
I felt like my heart would burst
It may not seem like much to you all
But those words….
Filled that hurting place in my heart
That little place where insecurity has set up a home
Where walls echoe of coming age...and lessened desirability
That place where memories of who I was
Mock and jeer the reality of who I am
Deep in my heart
That place...
The words settled in
And for a time
Chased all the ugly away
and gave me back my glow
exuding out in my stride
and they way I carried myself

Those words reminded me 
That age is an attitude
That the inner woman
The INNER woman doesn’t change
She is ageless

A few words….
But what a big gift
my daughter gave me today!

Eileen Manassian

I know it's hard for men to understand the sheer agony a woman goes through when she realizes that time is passing her by. That certain age where menopause reminds you that fertility is a thing of the past and beauty is slipping away. Men don't understand....They just get better as they age...more handsome.  The ravages to a woman's heart are extreme. Seeing white pepper your hair....changes to your figure...little wrinkles around the eyes. It hurts, but we need to accept it with grace. I never thought it would upset me so, but I'm trying to cope and it's all the lovely comments I get that make me able to go on. Just this evening, I got another such boost when a family friend who is visiting my brother from abroad said, "Hello, Pudding" when he saw me!  What a delightful comment! :) I'm, sweet, jiggly, and yummy! ;) It's all attitude...and I got plenty of THAT! 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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Prey On The Moment

There is a moment that stalks my solitude
the one where my soul breaks from your absence,
it lurks with the confidence of apocalyptic attitude,
from my fortitude a firecry of absolute need attacks resistance
revealing your fingerprints upon my heart, patterns in somatic multitude
making lust an onslaught of obsession, soul ignition, kiss cognition, partner permanence, 
there will be no heart barter, no angle of defense, just you and me in beautiful exactitude,

I discover you everyday, the omnipresence of your love's mainstay
warm on the erection of my morning, leading me into creation,
I find your poetry in freedom's pain, where love and life play
and when pity drums a cold doubt I see your brave grin,
as the battles end with quiet fatigue you stay
strong and sweet, a promise pure within,
when night softens the body I lay
you take me to bliss again -

J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015


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The Unanswered Questions

How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love?
I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love.
Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers.
If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it?
Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities. 

One’s feeling doesn’t seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort.
Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world,
Attempts and efforts don’t seem to fade away.
It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive.
So does God understand this?

Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many,
The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire.
The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again.
Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon,
One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies.

As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity,
Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt.
Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way.
There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests.
Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.

Copyright © Bhavna khemlani | Year Posted 2012


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Finding Joy This Season


To find the greatest joy,
give selflessly.
Share your gifts, your time, your love -
be the smile others long to see!

To find your heart’s content,
show gratitude. 
Open your eyes and give thanks for life -
walk with a hopeful attitude! 

To find desired love,
Love others with God’s eyes.
Search beyond the surface seen –
you may be quite surprised!  

To find your Christmas spirit,
return to innocence.
Slow down, have fun, believe again –
remember the Lord’s presence!


for Regina Riddle's Didactic poem contest, 12/7/14 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014


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All about life after jail

Life is hard and then you die
in the meantime you mostly cry
It seems to me that you have been changed
your attitude somewhat rearranged
 
The place you've been is not so nice
and a terrible place to seek advice
All who go there have had a hard life
full of grief and constant strife
 
They think they know what to do to survive
but they are not living - they are merely alive
That place is rife with takers trying to live in the strife
neither knowing how to give nor how to live life
 
You are different from them I know
and you have important places to go
Listen carefully to those who really care
they're the ones that can get you there
 
How it is now is not how it's supposed to be
you are actually supposed to be free
Free always to be who you are - yourself
and never to be put on a shelf

Only you can find the answers you seek
and it will certainly take more than a week
Hard work is coming of that be certain
I pray you put away your fear and raise that curtain

The curtain you closed to create the blind
to tearfully cower and hide behind.
The time is now for the light to shine on you
and light the way for the life you want for you.

All that’s left now is to do the crying 
and please know you’re not really dying.
It is a part of life and it’s truly a life worth living
especially when you start giving

Giving freely with no concern 
knowing there'll likely be nothing in return
That is truly a life worth living - a life of love and learning
to put finally to rest that painful burning

So there you have what many believe
a concept I pray you are of a mind to receive
You’ll make the right choices on that you should depend 
and know always my love and friendship will never end.

Copyright © Mel Doherty | Year Posted 2013