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WALLPAPER

WALLPAPER

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Paper Thin
Cut down to any size,
Crumble, crop me wrong 
Pull the insulation from my heart.
Never will I be "A Paper Doll!"
Thank you for calling me a "Friend!"
Thank you for wasting  my "time!"
Enjoy the WALLPAPER display
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Layers and layers of lifeless brick
KEEPS EVERYTHING OUT! 
Emotional poster boards of doubt 
Envious fiberglass green never seen
Yuletide Carols warped around my energy
Merry and full of acrylic sh!t-
Hand full of putty maintains the makeup on my face
Arts and crafts display my inner fancy grace
Heavy installed Sheetrock so easily replaced

Tough paint chips away silently through the night
Rigid boards transform into fragile crystal light
The greatest illusion blinding reality 
Smooth Tiger Skin, texture of orange simple peel  
Beautiful mud swirl, L'Oreal.
Gypsum soft enough you want to touch

Dark walls of a thousand words
A plasterboard of discordant grey notes
Blots and clots of ink, enslave my skin  
Colorless drywall, resilient to your charms  

Printed designs of cleverly decorated lipstick 
Morbid shadows underneath the ceiling veil
A double coat of Pacific Waterproof Blue-
Printing bags from -- YESTERDAY!

Plastered wounds of cement dry and roughens along the edge
A human-made barrier, not even God comes in.

by;PD

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BASTARD

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white, deep shallow wells, yet beautiful
He smirks, a grin, an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty, running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pound from shame 
What is his sin, he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come into my light, like a good dame

I sing and tell a tale, a Bastard through the night
His eyes, I waged, I was young and poor, I was saved
Lying down, in the arms of my white knight
My hair he caressed, he came to my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover, he did it well then went back to his wife
A moment so golden, the ages live, his son is born

Another Bastard brought into this world

By: 

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IT'S OVER

You thought you’d make a fool of me
I was so blind but now I see
So now you’ve had your little joke
Guess I’m just warning other folk

You’d look at me with those bedroom eyes
But your tender words I now despise
You broke my heart through and through
Well honey I’ve got news for you

Your designer clothes are now in rags
Packed up inside black plastic bags
Your cars been scratched and it’s got a dent
Your names been taken off the rent

You love to flirt, but you’re a cheat
You’re just like a dog on heat
But I’m now aware of your little game
No man will hurt me ever again

Don’t get taken in by charming men
They use you and just start again
From now on I am in control
Hey man you’re just an asshole

Jan Allison
24th July 2014

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- When The Backpack Feels Heavy -

 

    Hold on tight 
    A journey begins 
    Not in the crowded city streets 
    A journey of high mountains 
    as close to heaven 
    that you think you can catch the stars 
    Pack your backpack with sad thoughts 
    Upwards ... the bag is heavy 
    I will hold you in your hand 
    Stop ... take a deep breath 
    Your journey has begun 
    Proud high mountains suddenly makes the backpack a little lighter 
    Follow your feet forward
    The air is crisp and fresh 
    Even if you are tired 
    Lower your shoulders 
    I'll teach you to dance on the sparkling snow 
    Our goal is the top 
    The backpack feels lighter 
    Do not give up - we will reach our peak 
    Heavy thoughts erased 
    Abrasions and tired feet 
    Satisfaction - a major force 
    The goal is reached ... you won 
    Dance in the sparkling snow ... catch your star 
    The backpack is empty 
    The whole world is at your feet




    21.05.2014
    A-L  Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

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TANKA 3

his first day of school classroom door is open wide new beginnings she peers in the mirror how the years have flown by 03~26~15 Tanka 3 Contest Andrea Dietrich based on modern tanka short long short long long syllables ~awarded 6th place~

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Houston we have a problem

"When returning love, becomes to Late"

Fantastic,
From her eyes
His name the name
She mumbles silently 
3 rivers, 3 years, 2 many tears
She loves him endlessly

Sending her soul
A free feeling, 
Finally, he fell
Engaging, equal to the spell
Morning, mountains and more
Move across a new age moon
His heart happily 
Traveling towards hers
Dashing dandy, onto her dinner plate 
Too long she waited, 
She's not hungry, her heart self healed 

3 rivers 3 years 2 late
Her tears faded his rusty name 

SKAT

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After The Storm

Lightning flashed, blinded my innocent, trusting eyes.
Thunder ravaged my soul, and forced out my cries.

Destructive winds threatened, ripped me all apart.
Raindrops, the tears that ever flooded my heart.

Dark clouds were ever-present, in turbulent air.
Yet, no winds could stir the flowers in my hair.

No longer waiting for that storm to pass the hill.
I left it behind, and walked away by my own will.

A rainbow shined beautifully, yet arched into a frown.
As every now and then, the rain still comes down.

I have stepped right over you, like scattered debris.
As the sun's rays now light down a new path for me.





For Shanity Rain's contest - "After The Storm"


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Change

 Stopping by with a sweet hello to all

Mentally, I'm not over my issues
However, I am Physically well 

I do miss everyone, even the new poets.
Hopefully, my friends know, I miss them 
I am sorry to say, these 6 months have been the worst experience ever
Even I endure heartbreak and pain. 
One step at a time, 
I'm experiencing a big change (a good one)

Hello, and Hi, sending a small smile to all...... 

Love LINDA

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Pleasures of Moving on Moon

Pleasures of Moving on Moon


You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.

Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love, 
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.

For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.

While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.

Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth, 
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010

•	Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet 
•	Purnamasi.      The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
•	Taj.                  Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.

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Layers Of Bricks

Most go into a relationship protecting and guarding their heart
I do the opposite, mine is open wide right from the start
Others have built bricks around theirs, that have to be torn down
I slowly put up a layer each time a hurt makes me frown

With each rejection, disappointment, another layer gets laid
It's beyond my control, swish, swish goes the spade
Unkind words, untruths, the layer of bricks climb higher     
Until my heart is safely buried away from the crossfire 

Now protected by the bricks, I become emotionally detached
Only now able to see why we were inevitably mismatched
People love in different ways and have different needs
Next time I'll find a matching heart, before I plant my seeds

In time, the bricks surrounding my heart will turn to clay
Then dissolve into dust, for I'm too optimistic to live in dismay
The dust will be eventually blown away by someone with a open heart
And thus be the reason why every other relationship has fallen apart

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Man's Quest For A Greater Future

Man's Quest For A Greater Future

Sunken man, a mystery in the making
 earth gives and gives to we so selfishly taking
Blue sky, giving color to a tired, hectic life
 time to sit to rest , to break from daily strife

Shattered homes, they decay as we flee
 racing into a future we imagine , so rarely ever see
Earth eats up , the mess we so often make
 shouldn't man rest, rest from all the greed and take

Parched and dry ground, foundation we need
 as we cut and stab we see not all the terrible bleed
Mother earth a bounty, yes, tis Heaven sent
 we must stop, enjoy before all earthly beauty is spent

A rest, a hope, before onward we often so foolishly race
We that take too much and rarely ever bother to replace!

Robert Lindley, 12-07-2014

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Mirror Ball

I'm sure this hill is where it stood.
Amazing shapes of stuccoed wood.
A glass-brick, neon stream-lined place.
As if it flew from outer space,

A swing band auditorium,
An Art Deco emporium,
When romance, innocent in pace,
From dancing to a teasing chase.

The town grew west in modern haste
And down it came, without a trace.
The war and culture's change in taste,
Predestined doom, the past erased.

The future sighs, with solemn face
The wrecking ball, the glittered waste
No plaque to read "Historic Sight".
The swirling dust, a dance goodnight.


Gene Bourne
08-01-14








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Tree Tunnel-Visual One

One road.
Tunnel of time.
Yesterday falls away.
Forgive, forget, find your freedom.
Move on.



For Contest: An American Beauty
Prompt: Visual One
Date: January 10. 2015
syllable count 2,4,6,8,2

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ROOTS

                                     i am with the roots
                                     of flowers
                                     entwined, entombed
                                     sending up my passionate blossoms
                                     as a flight of rockets
                                     and argument

                                     Charles Bukowski,  Penguin Modern Poets 13 


   _________________________________________





I chose toile wallpaper
in muted blues
since pastoral scenes 
refuse to budge

Pick that, girl,
and you get nothing else

I stood my ground 

Our ninth move,
I only wanted 
the repeating pattern
of that mill

It’s wheel
would never turn

Homes revolved,
doors slammed, 
nothing was ever still

my mother lit sticks 
of manic dynamite 
which drilled holes in walls,
and drilled holes in my father
who lost 
more chunks of himself
every day

Afternoons shuttled me
into corners 
with Bukowski or Plath,
love lesions,
heavy bloodstones,
sponges

Evenings, too, never settled,
the wind stayed up,
tippled glasses,
ripped pages from 
my books

But when hell 
shifted even darkness into fester-reds, 
I crept into pastels...
as untouched as the core of flame,
as motionless as Wedgewood



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PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE

We can all sit back and review the past
Of relationships that sadly didn’t last
We ask ourselves just what went wrong
And our songbird sings a sad blues song

Time to move on and get on with our life
Deal with all our old worries and strife
We can only learn from a past mistake
Hope for better days with less heartache

We cannot predict what the future will bring
But I hope in time your heart does sing
And you find the one that you’ll adore
Restoring happiness to your life once more

Jan Allison
24th August 2014

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Here, My Dear

Humble yesterday, your intimate memories are now
bearing false witness, following our demise. 
There are scattered whispers of a residential cloud 
nine, that I called my own after the storm. 
No myth could be written guiltier. 
For beyond this stable armor of masculinity, 
existed a worst case scenario that I had obtained. 

It is no fault of your own, to interpret me with the 
simplest guess, and yet, it would be the greatest 
therapeutic comfort, knowing that you recalled my 
brief torture. Here it reads. 

The cruelest servant was obviously day one. 
For as I showered in my own gloom, the clearest 
joy accepted no hint of my presence. 
The hours worked overtime to deplete every page 
of life, that bordered around this broken clockwork 
of loneliness. 

By now I merely existed by priorities merciless 
hand. As I forced myself upon my studies, there was 
no absence of absent guilt on call. 
I realized this inevitable misstep, the moment I 
stumbled into a single entity yet again. 
By the time I found a conscience to shave towards 
a better day, spring had already departed, 
and I was just beginning to exit sobrieties 
unbearable cliff. 

The cause to blame beyond myself was tempting;
to see the bewildered scene, as opposed to feeling 
its complex wounds. 
I yearned for this flood to cease constantly, in 
retrospect, prematurely. 
However, the suffering hadn’t pierced my spirit just 
yet. That cherry that ultimately left a mark on top 
was my sick eyes. 

Perhaps defined as the perfect fate for the already 
faltered, was my cluttered throat, which 
allowed no apologetic cliques to exist in air. 
The devil’s vomit that would not pause until 
more suffering regurgitated, and lastly, 
the mindful ache that vibrated at its own
intervals. 

Friends could sense the hell that plagued my 
sleep. So much that they offered their similar 
battles to my faint ears. 
I heard their souls, but never their hearts; only 
mine was selfish enough for that luxury, despite 
its hostile coma. But then, 5 months, 22 days, and 
4 afternoon hours later, another chapter was introduced, 
and it was entitled The Aftermath. 

The acceptance of what could only be formerly 
beautiful, came to be the answer that cured me. 
In the end, I was thankful for the inferno, and 
overjoyed that these words could be written from 
Solomon’s throne. 

Previous rose, as you open and fold these heartfelt 
abrasions, be mindful of these moments that are no
longer bleeding, but rather teaching, of those bullets 
that never truly miss. 

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Free


My mind is free
My eyes can see
My thoughts are fresh
No more stress
The chains are down
I am grown.

I was just a big baby boy
No more playing with a toy
Now I think straight like a man
For I have been able to learn
Feeling so alive and strong
Great wisdom I have acquired along.

My heart is hard as a stone
My chords sing a different tone
The past is gone, tomorrow will come
Let day light find me home
I will plant new seeds
That will bring good yields.

The past I will forget
The future I will perfect
I will play my part
Tomorrow will be a start
In my heart
I will never welcome hurt.

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Rise of the Oppressed

The countless persecuted, time after time,
Raked across the coals that rise
And pour from fissures in the sand,
Tumbling red over black, scorching vast fields.
The indelible vigor of life turned to sooty dust,
Decorating pastures with the shells of men and women.
Memories frozen, encased in docile defeat.

Rise, rise from your carapace and into the pale moonlight!
Let the lux empower you with an energizing intensity.
Let it cleanse your fields of blood and ash
And displace the horrors that dominated
And crushed you under heel.
Raise your banner to the fickle winds.
You are the paragons of your order.

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Her Heart Thaws

Her Heart Thaws


Ice crystals in her heart soon departed
as she met another very broken hearted
Gentle man destroyed by very dark witch
untrue to feed her gigantic greedy itch

Now bloody swords have been withdrawn
sun emerges, wind sings a sweet song
Old scars vanishing without a trace
smiles sprouting upon each happy face

Scales of justice now right old wrongs
joys spring forth in melodies and songs
Life rewards those that seek true love
with sweet blesses from the heaven above

Robert J. Lindley, 09-02-2014

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Time Elapsed

All those years flew away 
for nothing.
Then of course the headaches 
started when weeping constantly
at the unfairness of my marriage.
You need to know that I didn't 
love him but I cherish the family 
we've created, you, my children 
are the center of my life.

My hardships coping with 
my authoritarian husband
drove us apart.
I started drifting away to 
avoid being at his mercy .

I couldn't help myself to 
get around those roadblocks 
that at the time deprived me
 from walking through
 a new path of change. 
I was stalling even in my silence, 
aware of all the deceptions 
that had come to characterize
 my life.

I had learned the hard way 
to stay calm and pretend 
that I didn't sense what was
happening to me,
and let time do its magic.
I wore this mask for so long 
I didn't feel safe without it
 exposing my true identity,
 it had to remain hidden .

I stopped blaming myself 
as I was able to survive 
my pain over the years.
Time has elapsed and done
 everything to diminish 
my anxiety and eventually
allow my soul to heal.
I cannot tolerate seeing 
myself weep anymore.

I started genuinely enjoying 
every thought that passed by, 
ready to feed myself with knowing
I would not repeat the same mistakes.
I ended up riding this roller coaster
of emotions feeling everything.
I was able to survive the pain
 when I was at the bottomless 
despair.

My walks alone under the 
blazing stars,
imagining and wishing I would 
never see him again, 
craving my marriage 
to become a memory .

I started feeling that I found 
my silence smoothed my inner anger, 
my passion has been real despite 
my original skepticism.

Walking towards my cottage 
I knew there'd been 
a reason for it.
Somehow though the wilderness 
enhanced the beauty around my 
cottage garden, 
the clouds were getting thicker 
and darker,
running inside towards 
my refuge, 
I realized that I liked being 
in control of my own life.
      At Last.

Therese Bacha
13 October 2014

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Moving On

Moving On
Unfulfilled dreams and wasted time, Found out the hard way that you were never mine. Moonlit nights must have made me loca, Stupid me, next time I’ll definitely be smarter.
How could I ever think I was your love? My mistake - I was a blind judge. Took me a while to see through your silly, fake smile; Took me a while to see through your practiced guile.
A masterful seducer, bet you think you are so cool, Yes, I feel like such a damn fool. Weaving a web of deliberate lies and deceit, Your best subject is “How to Cheat, Cheat, Cheat!”
Don Juan has nothing over you, Your middle name is “Master of the Game Two.” But never mind, Lothario, revenge is a dish served cold, And you're nothing to me now that I've broken through the mold.
Blowing your cover, It’s your loss, lover. ‘Cause I will certainly recover - Faster than you think, - Faster than you can blink, - Faster than a shipwreck, you’re the one who will sink.
But forget you, fool, I AM MOVING ON! I’m outta here – GONE!

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it is i alone

I cannot rest with uncertainty,
What is this trial brought to me,
Oh, I have moments, dear agony,
Turn the key in the lock, set me free.

Struggles my lips for a simple kiss,
Words, lovers’ words, that I do miss,
Trembling fears I cannot dismiss.
Never had my heart ached like this.

Confined within my own shadows,
I cannot fathom where the sun goes.
Stagnate the air, no wind blows,
Sleepless the night the body knows.

Has the world forgotten this tongue?
Skin on my bones forgets to be young.
Echoes of my words that once were sung,
Now they pierce like wasps once stung.

Trapped inside my own head, unsure,
I feel the sickness infect with no cure.
These hands they move in motionless blur,
Reinventing the meaning of literature.

Voices, inside my head, they apply,
Rhythm to the meanings definitions deny.
Quietly I peek into  solitude, asking why,
I shouldn’t unleash the demons, so  I try.

Smirking in the shadows like sand upon a shore
Perspectives of a prisoner dance upon my floor.
Teasing the paper, a world to explore,
Primal are these needs that explode from my core.

And I then I wonder, do I really need you anymore?


12-15-14

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Just Forget Me

Just forget me,
and walk away,
It wasn't meant to be,
So why try to stay.

Don't look at me,
When you walk by,
You don't want to see,
If I start to cry.

If you like her,
Then leave me alone,
Yet, here you were,
Talking on my phone.

What is it you miss,
Do you remember when,
I can't take this,
Never see me again.

When you do go,
Just take my heart,
Do I need it, no,
You tore it apart.

You go your way,
And I'll go mine,
Don't worry today,
Because I'll be fine.





Written by: Kelly Deschler

For Giorgio V.'s contest - Relate Your Poem To One Of These Quotes

The quote I chose was - 
6) "Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go." 
- Oscar Wilde

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'Walked Away'

When he walked away  He yearned for you to call him back  Even though it would not be what it use to be He hoped; he had that believe that you could try again  That "call back" never came  Just like that morning  As with every morning thereafter He wondered should he have turned back  Just get a last glimpse of your smile  A smile that said you believed in us  Instead all he got was a bewildered face  A stare that had so many "what ifs"
@193506042015

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The Seeking Ship

A solitary sail of contrasting 
     White in a salty sea of blue.
From its own land, to disconnect,
     Why seek a land that's new?

In a friendly sea where the mast bends
     From soothing winds it takes heart.
However; it seeks not happiness
     Nor from happiness does it depart.

The sea glistens much brighter
     Than the warm sun filled sky,
Yet rebellious, it seeks a storm,
     As if to find peace within its eye.

Translation by Connie Marcum Wong

Note: A melancholic soul often feels more at home
surrounded by chaos when one has been raised in 
constant chaos on the edge. 

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Original poem
The Sail
By Mikhail Lermontov

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Literal translation
A lonely sail shows white / against the sea's blue mist. / What does it seek in a distant region? / What has it abandoned in its own land?
The waves play, the wind whistles, / and the mast bends and screeches… / Alas, it does not seek happiness / and is not running away from happiness.
Beneath it the current is brighter than the azure, / above it is the sun's golden ray… / But it, rebellious, asks for a storm, / as if there were peace in storms.
(Literal tr. Donald Rayfield, with Jeremy Hicks, Olga Makarova and Anna Pilkington)