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This scar of mine

                        There is a scar
                          On my face
                            Small, steadfastly placed
                              One only notices if they are this close 
                                 To kissing my soul
                                   On my cheek
                                      Below the eyes and sideways
                                         Beside the bubble-gum sweet
                                           Mouth, vivacious story teller
                                            like an upside down
                                              sharp angled  half moon                    
                                               The endless emotions of my sky
                                                 So attractively rough
                                                   It attacks the delicate features of my face
                                                    Allowing my streetwise beautiful
                                                      Personality
                                                      To shine through, I don’t hide thetruth
                                                        It’s as plain as the scar on my face
                                                         Life isn’t ugly, you make it that way
                                                          Some days I wish it wasn’t there
                                                          But I always
                                                          Appreciate it’s presence  
                                                          I won’t ever forget
                                                        When I received 
                                                       The blow to my vanity
		            From a fight over youthful yearnings
                                                     Inside this 
                                                   Is my learning processes
                                                Scars hold history
                                             I shall carry with me
                                         Through tough times
                                        Soft and easy, peaceful
                                      To remind me
                                    Of me

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Girl, Interrupted

Girl, Interrupted-

 
Deep cuts from within.
She faced bravely the many hardships of womanly life. 
How did she end up here?
Severe depression after her first mental breakdown.
Sorrow oppressed what was left.
Now in the parallel universe, 
Never aware of the world left behind.
She will catch a brief glimpse of this world where everything is different.

Losing the veil in which includes time, 
Aging without caring death awaits!
Her different personality replaces reality. 
Things appear normal in her the eye. 

Although captivate in her own mind,
She feels this is freedom.

Being heavily burdened--
Every day she stares into different mirrors,
Smiling in her bipolar face.
Without knowing insanity put her mind at ease.

~SKAT~

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No More Sweets

Censored licorice lips, Chocolate jealousy dips In candy coated control. Sugar sprinkles melt, Cotton candy welt, Empty like a doughnut hole. Confused little candy cane, Wrapped in red, white and pain, A Christmas tree limb she stole. Left out and unwrapped, used, Feeling tasteless and confused, Kaleidescope pieces in a glass bowl. Smothering the flame of my personality, Tossed to the side, no more sweets for me. 11-18-2014

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Heat Source Hunger

Wonder not
if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers,
I've never let you leave my mind,
you haven't finished eating your portion of my heart,
there is so much more for you, still in my chest, on my eyes,

I am your rare happiness,
that bare beast of a woman's best distress,
trigger your storm sirens with a single drop of Goodbye,
serve you with the most sensational sadness,
replenish your youth with an admiration that won't die,
knowing that I am not a makeshift man, nor a loyalty within a lie,
that I'll punish your pulse with peppered pleasure
because I can, because I must,
pull your hair just to hear those breaths beg for big flares,
treat the smooth and sweet lascerations of love's lament
butterfly cut into the surface of a girl's search for sincerity,
we get intoxicated on performance of personality,
buzzed beautifully from believing in the addiction of adoration's affliction,

We know we can handle one another's hurt
as warriors bleed hard because they sell themselves the sacrafice,
that we can process history with humor by breaking the shame of blame,
synthesize epiphany with sympathy to nourish symphonies of Divinity
we realize that intensity is the regal implement of our tournament, 

I like it when you tell me the tough truths,
that you want to be loved for more than one reason,
that being respected in segments isn't enough,
that he will never be me,
that words can outlast the disappointment of distance,
that the world overwhelms you when you most expect,
that sometimes you'd rather be a heart attack
before being a pretty song or a favorite memory,
I understand your need for absolute affection, absolute attention,
lets allow our love to be confusing, dazzling, on the verge of villainy, 
it isn't steady as a sleeping heart beat
or ready for celebration like a " gee wiz " graduation,
it is our Love, and its undefinably volatile and lovely,

Your cosmos gives a question that feeds one answer,
that love is ours, safe in the arms Armageddon, 
I remember the ember of our future
spazing on the hearth of fresh earth,
don't ever miss me Babe, just keep lovin me -

J.A.B.


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She is a player, you're the game CO-jan allison

She's got personality in her profile, 
Golden eyes and a diamond smile. 
If looks could kill, she'd be in a cell, 
a genuine sweet southern belle. 

She will wrench your heart away 
It is a subtle game she will play 
Rob you of your dignity and pride 
She’ll take your heart for a ride 

Your mind and money she will steal, 
For this treasure wasn't real. 
She clocked you when walked in the room 
Made eye contact – this sealed your doom 

She will wrench your heart away 
It’s a subtle game she will play 
Rob you of your dignity and pride 
She’ll take your heart for a ride.

One more deal, the cards in line,
One more kiss the game is fine.
She walks away with a smile of stone,
You’ll ride away now all alone. 


Co-Written by
Jan Allison &
Casarah Nance

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Sharon Weimer

Though we’ve never met 
I comprehend your beautiful words
I feel your pleasant persona
Never a mean word to be said
I ache from your kindness 
Making others feel ten feet tall 
Picking me up when I may fall 
Talent beyond compare 
Are you brunette or fair?
But that wouldn’t matter to me 
If I never had the chance to see you face to face 
Your wonderful personality I could never forget 
You’ve help build a community of friends 
Steady and true
I wish you peaceful skies of cobalt blue 
Fields of flowers brushed in rainbow colors 
I pray for love from God above 
For you and your family beloved 
Know that you touched lives that may not have been touched 
You changed someone 
And brought me a new reason to write 
You’re an inspiration and a friend 
And you’ve touched my heart polite 
Gratitude pours forth  


Written for and about Sharon Weimer !

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A Love Story

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, 
Belongs with an upper-middle class family. 
Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. 
She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. 
She is assimilating to the ideas of Shakespeare, 
Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron...
Fluently speaks English, loves cricket. 
Shoulders are shaken by expression.
She cries alone, laughs with everyone....

The girl is very good.

The boy is a post-modern educated son of a lower-middle class family.
He studies M.A in Bengali at Calcutta University.
He is assimilating to the routes of Vaishnab literature,
Ideas of Bharatchandra, Rabindranath Tagore, Nazrul, Jibanananda...
Writes poems, sings song, loves football.
He walks on the high-street and observes people.
He laughs alone, listens to everyone...

The boy is very good.


They are attracted by the opposite personality!
The  girl wants that her lover will be a modern man.
The boy thinks that his lover will become as the mind of his. 
 
They are changing silently
Losing individuality.

Time flows.
Love goes to another address... 

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

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ECCENTRIC

Bead, bangles and blush,
Lively, Lady is called a lush,
She's heard it before,
When she walks to the store,
It doesn't phase her anymore.

Eclectic and eccentric form,
She is far away from norm,
A character of charm is she,
Spirit wild with a heart free,
Letting the good time be.

Skirts, scarves and smiles,
Lady walks the main street miles,
Waves of style in her wake,
She is an island in a lake,
Giving, she does not take.

Personality and pride shine,
With age she is a fine wine.
Lady with the rose tint glasses,
A unique bud in a vase of the masses,
Teacher of living street classes.

Don't fear the characters, they bring variety,
Spices up this life, this eccentric lady is me.



for contest, eccentrize my eyes
date 10-3-2014

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Ugly Words

Words with such ugly meanings
do not belong in the everyday conversation.
Contrary to popular belief
you can live another day
without disgusting proclamations.
In what way is saying, "That girl's hot as sh*t"
a compliment?
These words are not to be used frivolously
like so many condiments.
A dashing here,
and a dashing there.
What am I, Emeril Lagasse, saying BAM!
for flair?
They are not rays of sunshine
popping out of the clear blue sky.
Nor are they functioning wings
that make you soar high.
I know in truth most don't care;
F-this and f-that,
I mean really, what are you
trying to get at?
If it's just a personality trait
then I guess I'm stuck at a locked gate.
I'm not trying to pick a lock,
this is truly just how I talk.
... for sure not attempting to spread hate,
I just find it all quite unappealing.
Is it too much to ask
to measure up your words
with how you're actually feeling?

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My father

I know a man of humility, love and kindness
This man is not so famous to the world but he is so famous in my world.
To raise four kids ain't an easy job
With a wage that wasn't enough
Growing up in an environment so down to earth,
He made sure the kids followed what he demanded for,
He made them all disciplined,well behaved and independent souls.
It wasn't an easy task for him and his wife,
Though rough from outside,soft from inside
Thinking for others first before his 's is the motto of his life.
This man whom I know for years and years is none other than my father
My hero,my inspiration of strength and also my great weakness
This man have stood by me in all my imperfections, giving me strength and 
encouraging me towards perfections.
Taught me to fight the wild storms in life
Taught me to love selflessly
Taught me to stand tall and strong .
No books or no teachers would have taught what my father taught me.
He has seen much of life,
Some great,some not,helped  us be what we want to  be
No matter where I may be,what I may do or who I may become,
I am sure my father's always there for me.
He has been a solid rock for me in times of hardships
A strong personality who thought I could move the mountain so easily
He is the person who toiled day and night to make sure our needs fulfilled.
He is a man like no other.
With every year that passes,my father you are so special for me than before.
I have no words to the describe my wonderful memories 
But I am a lucky and proud daughter to have father like you.
You are the strength of me standing tall
You made me live my life with heads held high
You sat by me whenever I was Ill
 You stood by me to wipe my tears whenever I cried.
You are the best among the 
rest
You are the first person whom I could talk about my relationship 
You accepted all my flaws
And made me a better person with your love
You are my guiding force
My light ,my god in disguise
Though the years have brought a touch of gray,
And some wrinkles upon your face
But for me you are still the most handsome man that I grew up seeing  as a child.
You are just amazing father any daughter would have.
Its been so long I haven't said you
Today is the day ,a special day of yours for me to say 
I love you ,my father.
You are the gem of my life,
My hero,my guide and moderator of my life.
 Happy fathers day.

           Bandana basnett




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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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Unzipped Lips

As I was busy “being” just who I am, I didn’t care what others were seeing. To be as they wish, would be a sham and I will not be part of a scam. People are really the sum of everything that has touched their lives. When others take issue with what you’ve become, don’t expect to receive high fives. If you stay true, your uniqueness survives. No one can tell you what to feel, when to laugh or how to pray. The very act of being real will find you rising above the fray, dispelling regrets each day. For if you submit to playing a role that doesn’t fit your personality, you’ll dig yourself deep into a hole. Don’t succumb to others’ mentality; maintain your individuality.
*English Quintain by Carolyn Devonshire for Nancy's "Unzipped Lips" contest

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All My Secrets

He says that I remind him of
Some old country song, I think
He doesn't really need to know
"How many arms have held you
And hated to let you go"

I'm dizzy, up there on his pedestal
My character is flawed
Wings tattered, flesh a bit scarred
Stars twirl around the bumps on my head
I think he sees the dark of me, but instead
He says he thinks he's found
An "Angel flying to close to the ground"

Some days I ooze with personality, or
Become his worst reality, a little bit rebel
Alot flower child, mostly free spirit
Sometimes gone wild

Each new day begins again
Some things he'll never see
I'll be keeping all my secrets
Just between you and me




!st Place Win in SCAT's "Secrets" contest  06/29/13

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THE AGE OF THRILL SEEKERS

Emartra Van Doyle, II was a powerful leader.
As a powerhouse, he knew this was his golden age.
He formed leaders and defeated procrastination.
He prepared them for the world to come.
A connection of minds he was assembling.
Amass of intelligence that could construct and destroy.
When the time comes, Emarta Van Doyle, II would rule the universe with his  
     deployments.
There he stood with his mind in a riddle as he depolymerized his competitors.
Effete they became when he spoke.
Emartra was one of demonic presence but this was the beginning of his knowledge   
    within the world.
He was in the twenty-first century to explore the future.
Only the darkness knew his secret.

The organization was a corporate one.
Employing over five thousands plus individuals, Van Doyle, II had the love of work  
    captured.
He was not born in wealth but at thirty-three years of age, he physically engaged 
    himself in becoming prestigious.
Colloguing with hundreds at a time, Emartra collaboration was refined.
His mind would inform his ambiances and architect would emerge bringing forth a 
    new world.
They emigrated from a universe not yet discovered but claimed a country in the   
    Western Hemisphere.
Emartra knew his people and his identity was as a birth child.
While artificial insemination is his form, his biological father was his mother’s 
    husband.
Yet never to reveal as anything else, Emartra laughs because no means exist.
His people will come as emigrates.

Soon the trumpet will sound.
Triumphantly they will rejoice in the streets.
Their spirits will be high and they are normal people.	
However, once the darkness unfolds, the world, which they embrace, will biblically 
     emerge into a state of being.
Work life sentient only to those that is responsive intellectually.
Yet, Emartra is the brain that constructs.
The people of the world knew nothing of him.
Distinguished from its material elements, Emartra politicked the fundamentals.
Now in the mainstream of society is advocacy configured to take minds as no one 
     ever had.
Via the document of historians, what is occurring is universally mirage.
That is a change such as the first upright being to humanity today.
Emartra, metacognition postulates that depiction with ease.
He is well written through his playwrights.
He will seek another’s mind to prophesize.

This is the age of thrill seekers.
Emartra plays will capture the universe of people.
Humankind will ritualize in which iniquity will meet perilous times.
Architect has change the scene.
People features and personality are not really the same.
Medical science has no knowledge of this revelation.
The world has been smitten by a difference in humankind.
Yet, man is man as woman is woman and as child is child.
Emartra is enjoying life.
Married and father of five, he is ideology of a normal life.
By shaped, formed, and fashioned, he is a thrill seeker.
Today configuration is manifestation of delight that makes a quiver in society.
|_____________________________________________________________|
Penned on December 12, 2014!

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Words Of Wisdom To My Child

You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed. My hands of your molding and chastisement are already the processing engine of your refinement my strong willed mind and love soaked heart complete the stages as you hold steadfast to the train I’ve prepared for you Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom and gallivant the landscape of experience while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which life’s shots are overcomed and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat, Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions and don’t force out jokes from your head or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability to strongly control them is what makes you distinct from other species in the animal kingdom Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective it is what it is and as powerful as causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence. He who begins a tale becomes its reference don’t say what you cannot defend in court rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood and puts a noisy siren on your personality Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage and corrupt friends will join others to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity Wash your face every morning with these words and take your every meal with these lines then would they be spices to which your life is preserved.

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I Need Time to Heal

Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)

*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"

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IMMINENT SENTIMENTS

As fishes wriggling

The entirety of their slippery bodies

In vast oceans, lost in the glory of waters


Instincts meander

Their way through to the mind

In a pool of imagined Sensuality

With wanton desires


A longing for the temporal

Poignantly stands erect

In the throne-room of man's emotions

Motioning with a seemingly motionless demeanor


Unfulfilled cravings

Cradles persistence

In his goal oriented pursuits


Thoughts are repressed

Mental imageries suppressed

To pave way for domination

Of pleasantly positive feelings


Yet the uncouth lingers

Occasionally engages the enthroned

In scrimmages in their bid to dethrone them

Man holds the prerogative

To serve either of them willingly


Equally, man possess all it takes to be

Heinously hedonistic

And heartily attractive in personality

To please society  

None can reach complete perfection

At both extremities



© Seth Boss Kay @ 19/10/2013

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BIPOLAR

Belligerent and irritated by almost any little thing
Insaneness all around me; craziness is what I bring
Psychosis is not the problem; the problem lies within
Overzealous personality; much absorption sinking in 
Liar, cheat and manipulator; trust you should not give
Ambition at its lowest; no longer wanting to live
Racing thoughts; trying to unwind an ultimate goal for an unstable mind

Stacy Lynn Stiles

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Heart Shaped Balloon

I gave you a balloon,
It held my life inside.

Within a shiny rubber tube
components of my soul aligned,
a sign,
I became something new
for you...

Memories
Feelings
Ideas

Each speck
a tickle upon my breath,
a tiny bubble
of nuanced personality;

The strengths of me debrided
the secrets of my lungs,
pink and untold
for you to confide,
ease trouble
in eyes before me.

Yet
were you astute?
Could your mind compute
the depth 
of the beautiful find
floating before you?

You bent,
my unique particles ended
their show of strength
broken in length;

You twisted,
crushed and divided
my dreams subsided...

Molded to an unrecognizable form,
I became your norm.

Though you never knew,
my secret hope to survive
my own gift
thrive and lift,
lay within you.

Your grip thirsted control so long,
the pieces of me left burst
to skitter away in song
among soaring clouds,
leaving shrouds of pain
grounded and gone...

Flying far from the land
one beautiful day,
away 
from you
and the broken balloon that laid
in your hand.



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Keep It Real

My name is a combination of Cassie and Sarah; 
Sarah meaning Princess,
Cassie meaning Helper of Men.
Which really does sum up me.

I hide my lives in the lines of my poetry,
If you read my words you will know me.
But I disguise the truth as fiction at times,
Or play fiction to the truths to fit rhymes.

If you took me on a checklist of my personality,
You would find a complex emotional mystery.
Somethings to discover about my identity
I'll tell you, these are the basic facts of me....

 I am a mother and a wife.
I am an licensed amateur radio operator.
I am a volunteer driver for Meal On Wheels.
I am not financially stable, or mentally stable at times.
I am a sex addict, I obsessively flirt and get my freak on.
I have only been writing poetry for five months.
I am in a lot of pain constantly, but I always do what needs to get done.
I am addicted to coffee, and poetrysoup.


There is nothing outstanding about the way I look.
I will expose my soul, I am an open book.
Did I mention sometimes I get a little crazy,
But most of the time I talk sh** but I'm just lazy.

I really have faith that I am strong enough to survive.
I may not have all that I want, but I am alive.
Happiness is not the goal I am trying to reach,
It is a lifestyle that I am trying to teach.

My spirit is giving, and I will pour my aura into you.
If you give me you hand, I will not say goodbye, I'm true.
No matter the obstacles that bring down my mood.
I am a reflection of this inner love, that is my attitude.



For Contest: Keep It Real
`Casarah Nance`
09-02-2014

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Nasty girl

   There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at 
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they 
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true. 
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to 
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god 
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I 
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how 
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the 
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because 
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to 
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls. 
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again. 
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your 
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got 
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty 
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are 
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy 
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.

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Poetry Is My Voice

Imagination and subliminal thoughts are created-
       Seen through my minds eye....
This pen takes the shape of a scimitar-
       Following the way of the samurai....
It's a hunger a desperate need.
       This pen accelerates picking up speed.
Continuous momentum never to stop.
       I will scale and conquer this mountain top.
                              I'm a warrior with my words.
                                      Using nouns, adjectives, and adverbs.
                               They can confine, keep me blind, but my mind is not in the slammer
                                       I design, entwine, and use no guidelines with my grammar.
                                I combine my stanza's and make 'em sing.
                                        Through my ruthless bloodline, I'm the most diabolical King!
"Writer's Block" is a trained and difficult adversary.
       But regardless, I'm destined to be legendary.
I paint visuals that compliment my morbid personality.
       My reality is your fantasy.
Stories tend to dance into creativity.
       Through my dark imagination I'm not given much choice.
Poetry is my voice....

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- SEEING BEAUTY -


      Why have all a beauty ideal
      Every day we make aesthetic judgments of each other
      We put the characters and judge each other's appearance
      What is beauty and what is hideous
      Is it  the feathers that make a beautiful peacock
      Is there consistency between the outer and inner


      Unlock the diamonds fiery beauty in yourself
      Is appearance important for a happy life
      Long dark eyelashes, full lips and big tits
      Or it's about charisma, inner beauty and charm
      The beauty ideal ... naturally beautiful


      It is of course true that beauty comes from within
      through the personality and the radiance
      Do not let a different appearance scare you away
      A huge body, nerdy glasses, big nose and enormous ears
      Beast, behind the raw, brutal exterior hides a warm and sensitive soul
      There is no appearance that determines whether we are valuable or not.


      All beauty and intelligence in this world comes from nature
      and we are a vibrant and beautiful part of the whole
      We do not love someone because they are beautiful
      But we think they are beautiful because we love them
      You ...... are an incredibly great person





01.12.2013
A-L  Andresen :)




Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
Contest Name:SEEING BEAUTY IN IMPERFECTION
Deadline	12/28/2013 12:00:00 AM


(4th place in the contest)

Details | Personality Poem | |

HER

“H” represents the humility she 
displayed from the moment she 
opened her eyes; 
“E” would suggest a revision of 
evolution, 
Because it would take many stories and 
infinite lifetimes to explain the beauty 
of her essence; 
And “R” would ask for a human replica 
of her, 
For many men should admire such as I 
do. 


Modern Shakespeare’s should pay
close attention, 
For her personality writes poetry 
itself, 
And yet the pen remains in my 
hand, 
To describe beauty in third person. 


My cold and nonchalant heart has never 
asked for another summer to warm up too, 
Unless purposeful reasons for an appeal of the 
heart were discovered, 
And yes! 
These reasons always spelt out 
her name. 


As in life which contains both success 
and failure, 
I’ll risk it all, in hope’s for mutual 
affection; 
I’d serenade time if it meant I could 
spend more in her serenity; 
Forget the ridicule and episodes of embarrassment, 
The only thing on television tonight is the 
heartfelt expression of a peacock, 
Waiting to display his romantic feathers to the 
archetype woman; 
Today and forever; 
I’ll dedicate to her. 

Details | Personality Poem | |

That Perfect Day

That Perfect Day
Became one of my greatest day
when me a mother today who has ended 
nine months of pregnancy waiting for a
sign sitting on the rocking chair by the 
window caressing my baby that was not 
yet born. 

Suddenly I felt the first Kick added 
was a pain an alert that my time was due
already prepared with my make up on wearing
a beautiful white satin night gown matching 
the slippers in satin with a white fur rose for 
decoration as if i wanted already to impress 
my little baby to be proud of me when his 
head emerges to see a first image white color 
as crystal as the water.

You my beloved son was born October 
18 at 7 30 PM just 2 hours after my 
entering the hospital as if you decided
enough living in hiding for 9 months 
you want to meet the outside world.

You were ready to grow up from day one 
your personality already formed since
you left your mothers womb and that was
minutes ago.

Nothing was going to slow you from growing
fast you wanted to share your future life 
surrounded by a family that would love you
cherish you respect you educate and stand
by you through your road of success in
your good times and hard times teach 
you how to walk how to eat how to drink
how to dress and grow up to remain
faithful to your identify .

You took some time to cry out loud 
but you were strong and persistent in
wanting to start living your cry echoing 
in the delivery room was heard as a sigh 
of relief born today a baby boy at last 
free from darkness and loneliness on
that clear perfect day.

You were ready to celebrate your birth
begging the doctor to place your head 
on your mamas bosom to rest in peace.

A mother and child's first encounter 
love and adoration was in the air.
Your tiny mouth searching for the
source of your feeding sessions 
over the coming month's.

Your eyes staring at that woman 
me your mother and in that look 
was already a thankful note.

Your tiny fingers moved caressing 
my lips with a warm touch
a re assuring smile made me forgot 
my pains as i embraced you
while my eyes were a blur 
from tears of happiness. 

Between us it was love at first sight
i was overwhelmed by your beauty 
in my inside emotions they were 
startled by what i sensed my sixth 
sense created in me an overflowing 
brightness that overcame any dark 
areas that might have existed
before you were born. 

You brought out my outside beauty
and richness in my inner soul my spirits 
were flying everywhere dancing like a 
ballerina which reached her climax of 
success by being applauded
by the audience. Oh! that perfect day
when you were born.

Oh! how much i had hopes to grow up 
together hand in hand and pour all my 
good values by educating you to become
a success and never to stop loving you
as my son. And you did. 
I never ever will stop loving you & that perfect day
is engraved in my heart.


                                           The Mother 
Contest of Dan Kearly             1/3/13
"One Of My Greatest Days       Therese Bacha
That Perfect Day."                   Win. No.1