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The Unknown

-"x+2 = 4"-

Enigmas of the soul
Do you know how it feels?

Never tasted before
Invisible Sun


PD

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YESTERDAY I CRIED

Why, Momma, why?
Was I not deserving 
of you?
Was I not good?  
Was I too frail?
Did you send me away
Because your own life 
derailed?

Why, Momma, why
Do I still secretly wail?
Asking myself what did I do so 
wrong? How did I fail?

What you called rebelliousness
Was the only way I knew how 
to stay strong sometimes, I'd 
stay up all night looking after you
Got banged and bruised so that 
he wouldn't hurt you

No one else did that
Isn't it true?
Did you ever think about my wounds
That was the only way I knew to
protect you

Instead of helping me 
You banished me through lies,
Stripped me from my home,
My siblings, my life

Withheld your love
Because I tried to take my own life
But did you ever stop and think that
Perhaps something in me wasn't right?

Why, momma, why?
Does your absence whisper in me
A forever sorrowful lullaby and
Although, I miss you I love you more 
each day that goes by

I forgive you wholeheartedly
Despite that yesterday, I cried
I wouldn't hesitate to wipe
The tears from your eyes if they 
ever again were to meet with mine

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A Poem of Ruth

The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a distant, unknown land:
Once so secure, yet now compelled to roam;
Once rich in love, she treads through foreign sands.
Her weary feet move forward but by faith;
For all left to her name is mere belief:
Mind, heart so far away she seems a wraith-
Love, happiness- all taken by a thief.

When, sometime since, her heart had broke in two,
The path of life, once single, parted way;
Forsake she could, but this she would not do-
All else was gone- with mother she would stay:
"Intreat me not to leave thee," was her plea,
"For whither thou wilt go, there will I; pray
Forbid me not to follow after thee,
For where thou lodgest I would also stay:
"Thy people shall be mine, thy God my God;
And where thou liest, I will gladly lie
Beside thee, overhead the selfsame sod;
That even then thou mightest be closeby.

"And so they twain walk on, hand clasped in hand;
Both hold the only thing they yet possess:
The younger but a stranger in the land,
An enemy, a widow in distress.

She rose before the sun to find a place
Where she might gather barley ears and wheat;
A field where she might find some needed grace
To gather for their winter store of meat:
Then Boaz comes from Bethlehem, and see,
He tarries with the reapers of the wheat:
He comes to Ruth and says, "Hear'st not thou me?
Remain until the harvest is complete:
"Go not from hence, but in my fields abide,
And let thine eyes be on the field they reap;
Behold, these maidens thou may'st work beside,
And near the reapers thou may'st ever keep."
Then to her face she fell, and wond'ringly
Asked why to her, a stranger, was so kind;
And he replied that she unfailingly
Had cleaved unto her mother with one mind,
And left her father, mother, and the soil
Of her nativity, and kissed the dust
Of some strange land wherein she meant to toil;
Forsaking gods of Moab God to trust:
"The Lord," said he, "reward thee for thy deeds,
 And recompense thy labour and thy love:
The God of Israel answer all thy needs,
And make his wings a shelter from above."
 Then said the maid, "My lord, please let me find
Some grace and favour in thy blessed sight,
For that thou hast been friendly, spoken kind,
And I am but a stranger in the night."
Then Boaz said, "At mealtime here abide;
Rest in the shade, come, sit with us and dine:
So down she sat, a reaper on each side;
She ate her wheat and dipped her bread in wine.
Then Ruth arose, and to her work she leaves:
The master thus commands his servant men,
"Let this young maid glean e'en among the sheaves;
Rebuke her not, for she shall come again;
And let some handfuls fall onto the ground,
There let them lie for my sake and for hers
That she may glean and plenty may be found;
For reasons she has need of it are pure."
And as she worked, Ruth knew not what a sight
Of beauty and of diligence she made,
As in the golden field in sunset's light
She bowed her head and knelt as if she prayed.

It came to pass that in his fields she stayed
Until the end of barley harvest came,
When mother told the lovely little maid
To seek for his provision and his name.
She washed and dripped an oil filled with sweet
Perfumes of wild roses on her face:
She had not much; her beauty was complete
With but her finest clothes to seek his grace.
Her braided hair shone brighter than the gem
That never graced her soft and shapely form;
Her eyes, they sparkled brighter than the hem
Of gold and pearls that she had never worn:
Thus Ruth went down unto the threshing floor
Where Boaz winnowed barley till the night,
And peeked at him so shyly 'round the door;
She never let him leave her searching sight.
His workday done, the master ate and drank;
With happiness his heart was full when fed:
Then by a heap of wheat he went and sank
Into the furry robes that made his bed;
And Ruth, a while watching till he sleep
Kept vigil from a stone used as a seat,
Till when his eyes had closed and sleep was deep
She lifted up the cover from his feet
And softly laid her down and dreamed of brides
Until the watchman struck a dozen beats,
And being startled, Boaz woke and spied
A woman sleeping at his very feet:
"Who art thou?" queried he in sleepy voice;
"Thine handmaid, Ruth," was her unsure reply;
Then blessed he her for wise and kindly choice,
For passing poor and rich young fellows by.
"And now, my daughter, gladly shall I do
According to thy wishes, for all here
Consider thee as virtuous and true;
Howbeit, there is one to thee more near,
A kinsman who must duly have his say:
If he decline, then rest assured I will
Perform the part of kinsman." So she lay
Down at his feet, and both were quiet, still.

In grey of early morning she arose,
Before a face could be discernéd there;
To keep from what some people might suppose
And who might stand along the road to stare:
Then Boaz said, "Bring here the vail thou hast
Upon thy head and hold it in thy hand:
Six times the barley measure filled and passed
From heap to vail as much as she could stand.
Then Boaz went up to the city gate
To find the nearer kinsman, whom he sought,
To see if he would purchase the estate
Of Ruth, and she herself, but he could not;
So Boaz purchased all the widows' land;
The houses, barns, and fields, though overgrown;
And bought what pleased him most, Ruth's comely hand
To cherish and to make his very own:
Then Boaz went to find the handmaid, Ruth
And lift her from a servant to a wife;
To love her in all tenderness and truth
In every day God blessed them both with life.



[By Isaiah Zerbst. Published 9/7/14. Parts of poem have been removed due to soup's limitations.]





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Untying of a Love Knot

When I used to dream
I used to dream about him
Fantasizing about how it happened and how it could have been
Demons, chasing Nightmares, Happiness on Poles
Tied into a loveknot and dangled in front of me
No matter how I ran, how far, how fast
It seemed to sweetly Escape
Just when he was in my grasp

I tried it all
New haircuts
New styles
New boys
Sexy sexy skirts
With  new pairs of heels
Filling holes with things that
Really don’t mean anything 
Except to say

I’m doing just fine without you

Days go by, 
Months slip away
Years appear on doorsteps like unwanted infantile  
Infatuations
I beat my self up for loving

the way
He moved
Spoke, touched
Laughed, ached, cried
He could
Heal the burns on my fiery soul
He could handle
Dangerous curves
On roadways unknown

My first love

Today I no longer linger
On whispers in photographs
Or chain ball letters
I don’t chase after  white sports cars
Or sink when I hear his name
I see him sometimes and I feel his stare

Sting me on the places it hits
I’m with my own
And his with his other
But just to let him know
It’s okay
I smile
and let go

Unraveling
This cord
of discord

Love is forever
No matter the occasion
I forgive, i forget
and let him live
Without me


I appreciate
His gift, wrapped with 
detachment
For the benefit, of each other

He showed me with open eyes
That I did not need a man

                                       For me
                                        To love
                                           Me
He gave 
A bittersweet
Indescribable


Emotion. The Gift
Of Poetry.



Thank you…



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Letters I Never Sent


Earth is a building
A crowded house covered with thorns 
donated by peacemakers

A building
Showered with endless tears washing sad feelings
Tears that fill holes to shape the planet with goals
It shelters those that shelter themselves
Shame poor souls
Pass them free suicide ropes
This earth is a shack overcrowded with souls hungry for 
reality’s accuracy

A construction that shield competitors for God’s recognition
This earth is a round promised lie
Circled to circulate exclusions
A bunkhouse burning from the heat of human insults
Group hugging insects 
Voice planning impacts 

It glows echoes of reality’s limping lips and confused vintage 
Glorifying gruesome goals
The third house amplifying fear as a choice 
The next door neighbour to your borrowed smiles

A building 
A freak round building 
Earth is a tornado moving bricks from one mind to others

My heart married the future with all its dimples
Holes piled up with fables
War of voices in ties and suitcases
 Killing the already dead in word visions
 Picture pictures painted in demonic paint brushes 
Bunch of hands group shaking greetings 

Earth is a building
A crowded house covered with thorns 
Donated by peacemakers
A building that let loose diseases for business   

Some letters i never sent

(c) Ray

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I Am Not Afraid

      On the day the Lord calls me home I will not be 
afraid as I know He loves us one and all and to this
earth we are only on loan
      We have spent all our lives here with family and 
friends and so we leave this earth to go home to be 
with our Lord and our family and friends who have
gone home to Heaven before us
       And so our lives go full circle as the Lord sent us 
down from Heaven to accomplish the things He wants 
us to do here on earth and as we complete this we will 
be called back home to heaven to live forevermore
       I am not afraid as I patiently wait for my call to 
enter the Kingdom Of Heaven where I will wait for my 
family and friends to come home and be with our Lord
forevermore.


Poems Of Inspiration (OLD) Contest 
Sponsor: P.D.
7th Place Winner


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The Meaning Of Life

Through life...I've learned the meaning of love. Through love...I've felt the feeling of heartbreak. Through heartbreak...I've felt the feeling of pain. Through pain...I've learned the meaning of acceptance. Through acceptance...I've learned the meaning of forgiveness. Through forgiveness...I've learned the meaning of faith. Through faith...I've learned the meaning of life. We are all important in life... We all have a purpose in life... Now all we have to do is... Make every purpose count... ~Life~ Is a learning experience ~Life~ Is a state of existence that belongs to the soul ~Life~ Is the true meaning of meaning ~Life~ Is the state of something significant,and of great importance ~Life~ Is what is intended to be or is ~Life~ Has a beginning,a purpose, and an end...
Danny Boy:4-1-13 :o)

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Beneath the surface

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Who am I

Daughter of Mary and Louis (Named after my late grandmother) My name is Charmaine a name originated from latin Charmaine means - a song Eldest of two siblings A wife and a mother Born and raised in the sun-kissed land of Malta (an island in the mediterranean sea which is politically west,yet geographically in the southern part of the european continent) Baptised as roman catholic (with faith rooted in love and forgivness) Friends describe my personality as amaciable and funny (I love people,and love to make them happy) Till I know a person properly I might act timid and shy Friends describe me as humble and sweet but I am even stubborn Friends say I'm affable,trustworthy, and good willed Honest,loyal,hard working,generous ,and kind I describe myself as childlike,too touchy,over sensitive at times I find it hard to trust,and If deceived I can become the next volcanic eruption which fades in a short time I am a day dreamer,and night dreamer, (I live on the moon and on cloud nine once in a while My mathematics teacher confirms this) A hopeless romantic-(Non romantics might find me boring) I hate rejection and prejudice I hate hypocrazy,medriocracy,and burocrazy though I shed my blood for democracy I hate fundamentalizm ,extremizm and anything that suffocates freedom I condemn the division between rich and poor I love life ,and all that is beautiful I love birds ,animals and flowers I love mountains,rivers,oceans and all mother nature I love seeing the world and all that is adventorous I love Nelson Mandela,mother Theresa,and Martin luther king I love cooking,art,music and words I love reading a good book,watching a great movie (Preferably with tishoos in one hand and a chocolate in the other) I love being away from the buzzling sounds of nightlife I love all seasons,Spring with its perfume Summer with late walks,Autumn with mixed Spices Winter with Christmas and the snow (Ah yes,how I love Christmas) I love all simple things,like a cup of tea and making my house a home Be in places with people I love such as God ,friends,family, or in complete silence reading sweet poetry.
Charmaine Chircop(nee: Brincat) Born- 1st of May 1977 Star sign~ Taurus Favourite Colours~Yellow and Blue P.S~ Forgot to mention my phobia for Cocroaches Confined spaces and Contests. :.) Not for the contest but thanks Regina Riddle Your themes are an inspirstion : ) o

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Welcome to my Bio

Brenda Gail 
I am Compassionate, love and breathe poetry, humorous and a peace maker.
Sister of Patti Lynne, Paul, David and Beth.
I love children (more), I love to sing in a choir and have a song for just about everything. I love to make others happy.
I feel loved, appreciated and very blessed.
I fear not being healthy enough to make it to my son’s wedding, getting sick this winter and losing my mom.
I’d love to be able to travel again, walk around a mall, and would love to be in a poetry slam.
Living in the GTA Greater Toronto Area, Ontario.
Meier-Hans 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.13.2014
Regina Riddles Contest: Bio Poems
1st

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Mama Swore It'd Be Alright

 I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
 Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
 Daddy was in the back room chasin' skirts
 Mama was in the parking lot dancin' with Mary Jane just to mask the hurt

 I've spent my life walkin' around in a cloudy haze
 I'm taunted by the memory of my early days

 Daddy spent alot of time drivng an eighteen wheeler
 Each night Mama brought home a new "sexual healer"
 I didn't usually get a chance to catch his name
 But it almost always ended the same

 I heard her scream as glass would break
 My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
 Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
 As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
 She forgot to mention that it'd happen again
 
 Both my brothers had thier own bed in the federal pen
 Cancer took Granny's last breath right about then
 My sisters and I weren't strangers to rape
 As we grew older we each seeked our o0wn escape

 I guess I chose the hardest road
 Somehow I thought drugs and men could ease my burdened load
 While hiding from myself I lived a life of crime
 I earned a reputation and did my time

 I heard her scream as glass would break
 My heart would stop with each breath I was scared to take
 Sirens and lights flooded our streets as I approached another long night
 As I dried her tears and cleaned her blood Mama swore it'd be alright
 She forgot to mention that it'd happen again

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I Was Me

First I was me,
Selfish as can be,
Wanting everything from A to Z
And wanting it all for me.

Then I became we,
A part of an us.
I learned to share, give and take
I learned how to trust.

Next I was you,
Believe me its true.
I would rather give than receive,
It was you I wanted to please.

Now I am them,
A family man.
Giving my children,
All that I can.

If you look real close,
It is easy to see,
I am older and wiser,
And no longer a me.

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I AM

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I AM

I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am warm as the sun, or cold as a stone
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am many memories from a long ago childhood
I am today and tomorrow
I am a teardrop filled with sorrow
I am the first rainbow of the season
I have many ways to sing a love song
Or tell a story, or share the laughter, or feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world
I am a disappointment, I am a  pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of all seeds
I am a leaf who's frayed by the wind
I am a friend, who stays till the end
I am all words unfurled into the light
I am all the broken hearts and hopes lost in the night
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above
I am all who doubt
I am all who laugh, and sing, and wail and shout
I am unleashed with wild emotion
I am silent with devotion
I lay stepping stones to healing
I renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels
I am the ember, I am the spark
I am unsure, in ways that count
I have been kind, I have been cruel
I have been curt, I have been hurt
I am a poet.........I have a heart
I am a season nearing autumn
I've climbed to the top, I've hit rock bottom
I am a mother, I am a wife
I have been taking, I have been giving
I have a family, they are my life
These are my reasons to be living

I AM



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For The "I Am" contest, sponsored by Frank Herrera
11/3/14

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Lady Kathleen

She pours the brewed, hot cup of tea, as we relax here in the shade
Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts, of the old screened porch
Webs of daddy long-legs, glisten in the afternoon light, and I listen, intensely
while she nonchalantly chatters, telling me stories,..as if they were ordinary tales
                                 
True life adventures, that I can't imagine, but yes......they are real

She crossed an ocean, saw war, in action,
A life of adventure, of hardship, of courage, of fear
Yet, nothing revealed, to hint of the years
that have weathered her crinkles nor dampened her cheer

Inside the house, the counter is a clutter, piled high with dishes
The old floor is sticky, and dog hair floats in prisms of light
One old hound sleeps in the middle of the worn kitchen rug.
Another lame Labrador laps water from a pie tin,
     dripping water from his sloppy face across the peeling checkered floor.

Throughout the house, a lingering musky smell of well loved pets,
       and a stale, smoky odor of burnt toast from her attempt at breakfast.
Servants, cooks, gardeners, part of a long ago past.
The house is filled with dust covered, belongings
History fills each corner to mingle, along with the dust motes that linger in air
  
 Junk mail, newspapers, dog treats, documents and clippings
 prized antiques and artifacts, ......just facts of life, from how she sees them

On every shelf, and on the walls, are sepia-hued photographs
Famous faces I have seen, on the news, and on the screen

A handsome young man, and she was his bride
A commander when the world took sides
She followed him to the ends of the earth.  
And soon will gladly follow him to the grave

I sit here now,...with this woman of many lives.
Like one of the flowers on her porch, she wears a tattered, splattered dress.
Today, she is a homespun, country widow.
An extraordinary woman, this grand Duchess,
          yet now who bears traits of Ma Kettle
She brought class, dignity, and a wealth of knowledge
       to our small country neighborhood,....... to my life.
Here we are, together, so far from the world she once knew.
We sit in the shade of her covered porch
A long haired, grey cat jumps into her lap.
Under the veil of a summer day
I pour her another cup of tea, and a little more for myself.
    Tea is served, flavored with lemon....I have much more to drink in.....to savor.


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A True Character....dear /Friend/and Neighbor (Kathleen Maitland) now deceased
Whose husband was an aviation pioneer
The most amazing couple I have ever known
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lester_J._Maitland
Revised 10/21/14   For Guatami's Contest: Sketch a Character

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YOURS TRULY, OLIVE ELOISA

OLIVE ELOISA came from my Mama's name: OLIVIA.. OLIVE means peace: ELOISA means hale and wide MY TRAITS: *CHILDISH 28 but young at heart, sometimes still impulsive and too trustful; sweet they said *DAUGHTER the 2nd child of ALEX and OLIVIA *WOMAN AND NURSE soft but firm, strong and loving; angel but can be an antagonist; forgiving; SISTERS OF IRIS AND ALELI ALEXIS the one in between fire and ice; sugar and spice; the one need to decide... LOVER of: *FOODS: wahhhhhh! sure I can't say NO to: ICE CREAMS, CAKES, CHOCOLATES, PIZZAS, RICECAKES *ANYTHING SOFT like pillows; marshmallows; human hands *HUGS: the warm, comforting, soothing, from the heart hugs. *MUSIC: I sing along with mellow and gospel sounds, and R and B's; I dance along hiphops; modern music. but well when so "FEELING ALIVE" I do both sing and dance. *BOOKS: I read any book that catches my interest: from romantic to historic novels, cooking to lifestyle books; philosophical to scientific to religious book. *POETRY: weeeee!!! I am so eager to learn how to do it right and the different styles too.. *NATURE: not a green thumb though :( but I love flowers, puppies, sitting or lying on a grass, dipping in hot springs, falls etc though I can;t swim :P *HONESTY: better tell me that truth than letting me believe of a lie. *JUSTICE: I try to fight when I fully know am right.. When accused, I try proving my bad accusers wrong! *DISCOVERY: Life is just too short that as much as possible when given the chance: I TRY and I TAKE RISK. *HUMILITY... I can only smile. *GOD. WHO FEELS *grateful for everything that has been *excited of what still to come *special for I have a God who has been always faithful and loving. WHO FEARS *failures but am taking risks and I am positive that I can overcome them for I have my God with me. *heights but gradually am conquering it through rappelling and disaster training. *being the one being prick via needle catheters or anything... :D :D :D WHO WOULD LIKE TO SEE *Disneyland, my long dream trip and I will make this come true soon! *Two guys beside me at the bed each time I wake up! and a girl, I will teach to cook, sing and all.. :) *My ever silent friend and rescuer, my LOVER before am born, my all in all: GOD RESIDENT OF *the troubled challenged but still never forget to smile: the PHILIPPINES GUILLERMO ©O.E. Guillermo Sponsor: Regina Riddle Contest Name: BIO poems Placed 1st

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Self

I am a lady
In a white dress
My desire only to be softly caressed
So I take my paint brush, and delinquently paint
My face that pleads let love become quaint
I confess  to my brushes
Let a man stroke me 
With eloquence and grace
As he gazes into the love on my face
La fenêtre you see that I paint so clear
You have to climb in through it
To hold me so dear
Can you not see into my soft sad lonely eyes?
I desire myself
Wrapped inside of you
On canvas
I shall paint forever
Myself
That never existed

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I Am

 
I am an old lady, but did not live in a shoe 

I am a wife who married her soul mate twice because I wasn’t satisfied with just once

I am a mother that was overly protective of three sons, they all are different in every way, the youngest I planned before I got too old, I wanted a girl but I guess it was not meant to be

I am a grandmother of six, four boys and two girls, I love them all, with all my soul, all spoiled because that is what grandparents do 

I have friends that are more a family to me than my own, I would do anything for  them whenever they are  in need, but they have always been there for me   

I am a Christian Catholic and taught prep, I taught my students with lots of visuals because that is how I learn and retain, I also taught school with stern rules but compassionate to all  

I am an artist of oils,  so all I see is  beauty in everything  I see even the ugliest frog is beautiful to me

I am one of those wives that would love to walk hand in hand with my husband through the wood of the tall pine and look at the pond that lies beyond with the wild creature’s noseying to see but stay away

I am female

I am Eve is who I am

Written by Eve Roper
11/06/2014
Frank Herreta’s Contest:
I am

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My Contest Bio

Maurice. Intense, passionate, funny, shy. Brother of  Rene, Marcelle and Charles. Lover of  my two daughters, all life especially simple folk and anything or anyone that hurts, women and nature equally. Who feels  all pains, all joys, butterflies in my tummy. Who fears unbending authority, any harm coming to my daughters, corrupt world leaders (any level of corruption regardless how minute). Who would like to see Casablanca in the sunlight, Paris in the moonlight, Prague anytime of the day. Resident of Planet Earth where I was created before there were any borders my small piece is contained on a place called The Greater Toronto Area, Ontario,Canada. Yvonne.
14~10~2014

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Eve Roper

Evelia Garza Johnston Roper 
I hate Evelia so I go by Eve 
Born in Corpus Christ, Texas on January 25, 1951
Wife of  Retired Navy Sonjall Doyal Roper,   
I am a Wife, Mother, Artist, Teacher
 Daughter of Manuel Garza  and Evangelina Ceballos
Sister of Eloy, Omar, Belinda, Eddy, Venessa, Gina, and Randy
Loves  God, my husband, children, and grandchildren 
I firmly believe I have to see it before I believe it
Who feels loved, protected, and sometimes  confused
On March 2005 had a  benign tumor removed on my left side of my brain which slowed me down,
 Left me with no smile, and slow mine
Who fears not having God,  having my mind, and being wanted
Who would love to see Ireland, Japan, and Spain
Resident of Houston, Texas

by eve roper 10/16/2014

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Helen Keller

     
  Helen Keller


Deaf and blind was Helen Keller,
Though she changed the world ,
Everybody respected her
for her each and every word

Helen Keller was deaf and blind 
when she came to the Earth,
So let us all remember her
on the day of her birth!

First poem on Poetrysoup 
For 'Beginnings matter' contest

Note for contest - This was written on Helen Keller's birthday, when I was in fifth grade.
 was really nervous to post this poem because I knew it wasn't good. I thought I would just post one of my poems here just for entering something, but got really nice comments. Now, Poetrysoup is my MOST favourite site!!!







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Unwritten Conversations

He told me to write a poem
About beauty, wind blowing
Hair tossing , dream making stunning
Gorgeousness of living
Beauty addicts and blind ambitions
Movie stars and historical happenings
Formal dresses, women in high heels with 
Faces meant to smile
That’s what poems should be about, he says, 
Your good at that kind of thing, just spit it out

                “Shawty, write a poem about beauty, that’s real poetry”
                                 “Everything is beautiful, baby…”
                 “But what is beautiful to you?”

Beautiful.
Births and rebirths
Phoenix Red celestial torching of the hearts
Interlocking fingers in twilight
Kisses, Death, sorrow, crocodile tears
Laughter, Ecstasy , black
White, brown, yellow, silver crimson
Skin on skin, chest to chest, on and on, soft
Hard City light heaving, breathing against the Ebony sky
Natural Twinkle of diamond shadows, 
Cosmos, Atoms, Hydrogen bonds, Electrons
Nucleus, matter, anti-matter
Smash together, slither mutually
To create harmony.
Everything. 
Everything is beautiful. 

                      “Just write about that then..”
                                 "Not everything has to be written, somtimes you just have to
                                  live it out.."
                      "What's the point then?? What's the point of writing about butterflies 
and waterfalls? I just don't see it? Why do you have to doll everything up and 
make it more then what it is? Not everything has to be picked apart and analyzed."
                                "Mmm, I suppose."
                        "What's real poetry to you?" 
                                 "Everything..."
                         "I don't understand."

I recline and rest my head on his chest
Tracing lines of thought on the ceiling
Helping him dismantle the universe and put it back together
In his own way
Enjoying lyrical symphonies of life
Breath by breath…
Together
Silent

                                     "This, baby, This is real Poetry.."









 



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Me, Myself, and I

Ralph
Widower, father, grandfather, friend
Brother of Bill, Bob, Ruthann, Joann
Lover of, golf, baseball, cruising
Thanks to great family and friends,
I feel gracious, appreciative, blessed
I fear loss of loved ones, poor health, snakes
Would like to see Australia, Hawaii, Grand Canyon
Resident of Newburgh, New York
Taylor

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Morning Dew

       Morning Dew

Does no one the depth of this darkness
Of it's presence within our mist
So heavy it rains on the Glory of life
We choose to let it be
Not to see 
Words of choice
To hide it from display
It will grow
From seed 
To plant 
To tree
It's roots of hate have already captured some 
I thought these souls were safe from harm
But now they have joined and seem bound to the roots that have entangled them
No where 
To run 
To hide
The daylight grows darker daily as it struggles to survive 
How can mankind repeat these atrocities over an over
Justifying their hate in any form 
We have learned nothing
For our young we create the gift
Of hope
Of love
So wondrous in the  morning dew
Why have we chosen again and again to embrace the darkness

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Unrelenting Loneliness

Yesterday I was oblivious and carefree,
looking forward to seeing you, 
talking with you on the phone - 
your teasing voice glimmering with laughter . . .

Today my heart is a deep abyss 
that knows no bottom;
I cannot find you in the darkness 
for you have slipped beyond my reach.
No one can share my pain and loss; 
only I carried you within me, 
nestled just below my heart, 
your forming body responsive to my voice and emotions. 

Others may be familiar with this grief; 
but mine has its own individual, bitter taste. 
You are one of a kind,
no one just like you in all the universe.

My heart swells with aching sorrow;
you passed in the deep of night 
with no one by your side, 
alone, 
except for the angel who came 
to escort you from my world to His. 
Waves of loneliness sweep over me; 
I am capsized!

My baby boy you will always remain 
although you grew to be six feet tall, 
an independent, self reliant man.

There is a loneliness I know very well . . . 
each birthday, 
every holiday, 
it stands beside my bed 
waiting for my eyes to open. 
It is my companion through every day, 
raising its head at unexpected moments
to remind me that you are dead.

I could not bear this loneliness 
if One did not walk with me 
who knows it better than even I do, 
God who gave His Son for the world.

November 16, 2014

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RITES OF PASSAGE

Remember the day
Apron strings loosed,untied
as maternal voices faltered and cried
Remember the day
When a soprano voice lost its elan
and a boy became a man
Remember the day
Peer pressure would not hide
and diffidence was replaced with pride
Remember the day
Desire,with warm whispers heard
questions,answered with just three words
Remember the day
Filled with joy and love
a union blessed from above
Remember the day
Holding a first-born,so wee
as two self-absorbed,became three
Remember the day
Trust was born-a-new
a changed life came into view
Remember the day
Genesis as a work of art
with gifts to share and impart
Remember the day