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God's Strength, God's Word, God's Love

 trijan refrain 

The heart half full means something’s wrong -
the Spirit’s flame burns low.
When emptied, broken, we are strong
refilled, and ready so -
God’s strength can fix a heart gone dull
our selfish contents He can cull.
       God’s strength restores
       God’s strength restores
each day to keep our mark on full. 

The heart half full means needs may go
unmet by God’s own grace.
We’re called to let our fellows know
that they can win this race.
God’s Word abounds with help each day,
it must be read to find the Way.
       God’s Word abounds
       God’s Word abounds
to fill the empty hearts who stray.

The heart half full calls us to prayer,
it’s time to take a break.
Engaged with work, no time to spare
another’s thirst to slake.
God’s love pours forth when we look up
and ask for wisdom in our cup. 
       God’s love pours forth
       God’s love pours forth
enough to share, our neighbors sup.

written by Reason A. Poteet
posted September 19, 2014
for Giorgio's Structured Verse, Iambic Forms II contest

**I realize this is a combination of iambic verse in tetrameter, trimeter, and dimeter but that is the requirement for a trijan refrain, a variable line length. If it does not meet the rules of your contest, I will understand.

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A Past Life - The Mayan Warrior Princess

A Past Life – The Mayan Warrior Princess
In eerie recurring dreams, like things seen dimly before dawn, Blurred snapshots of memories at a temple pyramid resurface from a time long gone. My ancient soul trapped between two strikingly different worlds, One new - the other centuries old, Reminding me that I have been here before, And of that I am absolutely sure. Familiar faces, smells, sounds, and scenes from a past life I see, Persistent recollections of my life at Piedras Negras continue to endlessly haunt me, Conjuring up images of the Lady K’abel, Mayan warrior princess, I used to be. I am time’s reluctant prisoner, and I sense it will never ever set me free.
In a foggy haze, like a sleepwalker in sluggish slow motion, Body painted cobalt blue, I am made ready for my heavenly redeeming mission. Midnight velvet hair flowing, I lie on an already red bloodstained stone altar, As temple priests prepare me for the sacred sacrificial slaughter. Piously chanting their practiced prayers in unison, They adulate the gracious gods for a new divine king’s ascension. The sharp knife swiftly pierces my sweating feverish virgin skin, But reliving this scene countless times before, I no longer feel pain or anything. And as the universe greedily grasps my restless soul, I float into welcomed oblivion, Knowing that the harvest will be renewed, and ultimately, I will be reborn.
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to my maternal great grandmother who was Mayan. The Piedras Negras, mentioned above, was a thriving Mayan city-state in Guatemala, Central America, from about mid-7th century BC to about 850 AD. While this site is considered remote, during my childhood, I visited frequently with family who still live in this fascinating region. When I visit, I am completely at home and the experiences are amazingly mystical. Piedras Negras means "black stones" in Spanish. The name in the language of the Classic Maya has been read in Maya inscriptions as Yo'k'ib', meaning "great gateway" or "entrance." Entered in contest, "Past Lives" sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire (6-25-2014)

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splitting heart ache


visions of you
romantic visions of just us two
can these visions be possibly true

dreams of you
wonderful dreams of just us two
are these dreams really really true

my heart is now black and blue
my heart was once for you
my heart is now broken

in two

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I think back

When I think back...
 I see your eyes on me across the room,
 The way your lips slowly curve into a happy smile,
 Your strong arms holding a child,
 And I think back...
 Do you remember being the "Big Man" on campus back then?
 Or the easy ways of the women you've held?
 The loving hearts that you've shuttered and broke?
 And I think back...
 Do you remember those secret games we once played?
 Or the silent pleas to the Lord that you've made? 
 The loving family you've had and destroyed?
 And I think back...
 And I think back to the way things are and smile,
 And I think back to the way you were and I know,
 And I think back to the man you've become and I love you,
 And I thank back...then I thank God.

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New Year's Eve Ballad

New Year's Eve Ballad

It’s true one year just ended
And that another one began
In places crowds did gather
They drank and offered cheer
There was singing and ‘twas dancing
Celebrating the New Year.

As a child I do remember
This special time of year
When bedtime was extended
And the neighbors were all there
Together at the strike of twelve
Celebrating the New Year.

And as I grew much older
As did the other friends I know
We continued all to gather
As this special time did near
We talked of all the years past
Celebrating the New Year.

So many friends are gone now
So many that I knew
But always I remember
The times that we did bear
I think of them now as I am
Celebrating the New Year.

Last year we met such challenges
Not all glory, not all fun
But stood each with the other
As we chased away the fear
We faced just ‘one day at a time’ and now are
Celebrating the New Year.

Cheers I say to others
As I pop the cork and drink
Thinking now all days are special
Though life sometimes does seem unfair
Still I drink to health and happiness
Celebrating the New Year.


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Heart Of Gold

I sold my heart of gold
To the old man with a heart so cold.

Though it seemed I had sold my soul to the devil,
Truth be told, the old man was never evil.

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To The Fall



It is raining leafs'
They are pouring down
If you half listen
      Then,
They barely make a sound..
        --------
The birds' they do sing,
They doth' fly south
The tinny tinkling
Taste of morning dew
Is so prevalent...
I can taste it in my mouth


Poet/Author
Gary Fields



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I Want To Confess

I want to confess as I have committed a sin, Sitting idly in my emotional incapacities Conscious that this is only television screen. I see people being butchered like flies therein Women being gang-raped in large degrees I want to confess as I have committed a sin. The school kids getting burnt alive within, Due to the negligence causing short circuits, Conscious that this is only television screen. With mere curiosity I watch each of the scenes, I want to cry, get angry but can’t, my apologies! I want to confess as I have committed a sin I am taught not to dwell long on any scene, As I can view next day’s batch of goodies Conscious that this is only television screen. All of my emotions whirled into the screen Getting a call for hangout from my buddies. I want to confess as I have committed a sin Conscious that this is only television screen.
+++++++ May 2, 2014 Form: Villanelle Fourth Place win Contest: Irritate Me by Charlotte Puddifet

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My Chick

You’re skin and bones, chick.
Compassion commands me stop, 
stare, on my path, where you sleep.
I see dryness, hear stillness, feel silence.

You’re skin and bones, chick.
Were your chirps for worms
silenced in unsound Mother’s ears?
Your wings, too weak,
too still, on your first, failed, flight?
Your plume-less limbs
Coverless in cold night?

Uncovered corpse, bony chick.
No shore water to wash away
your undug green grave
in a low, lonely juniper.
My eyes wash me in salt water.

I have a path; yours ends here
your bones sinking, my brain soaring.	
Which frightened robin, fleeing my footsteps,
was your  misguided mother? So unlike mine, 
who saw her child, underfed, and said,
“You’re skin and bones, my chick.”

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That Girl

Everyone thinks they know that girl. At 
least they think they do. 
You know that girl that makes everyone 
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used 
to be a star athlete. And had everything 
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they 
know
She became homeless at the age of 16 
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and 
making everyone laugh, but isn't the 
same inside, No, Something inside of 
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She became mentally ill, she was 
diagnosed with major depression and 
bipolar disorder. She was always under 
medication, so you never knew what 
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
No one knew how much she hated 
hearing sirens go off, or how she 
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She 
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She lost her closes friends cause she 
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years 
since the fire and that girl is barely 
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is talking to her lost friends again, 
but just isn't the same for her, so she 
has to make new ones. Which means 
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is happier now and is looking 
forward to graduating and moving on 
from this chapter of her life and letting 
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well 
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that 
everyone thought they knew. 
But im fine now. Sure I have my 
downfalls, but I still get up and smile. 
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.

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Tired

Second Wind - where are you? If I slow down, will you catch up? Can't stop Afraid to stop Must go on Find me - before I drop!

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The Gift

Strange
Of times of ways
The waves that carry
The space that scares you
Into who you have to be
Strange
The voices
Around
Inside you
Hide to 
Find the light
Don’t know what you might 
Discover
Strange
The faces
They make at you
Contorting their ways into
Monsters who play
With your heart
You freely give to them
Letting them break
Letting them change
Because you don’t know how
Strange
Is become real
And really not strange
Anymore
Normal
The times the ways
Now you forget
How strange

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Lets have a toast

Lets have a toast for the jerkoffs
Lets have a toast for the assholes 
Lets have a toast for the dirtbags
Lets have a toast for the criminals 
Its not all your fault dickheads

Lets have a toast for the vigilant 
Lets have a toast for the lovers
Lets have a toast for the successful 
Lets have a toast for the truthers
Its not all your work independents 

Lets have a toast for the gooks
Lets have a toast for the guidos 
Lets have a toast for the gringos
Lets have a toast for the jigaboos
Nothing wrong with you 

Lets have a toast for the freedom
Lets have a toast for the liberty
Lets have a toast for the human rights
Lets have a toast for the awaken
Its time to have a toast 

Lets have a toast
For creation
lets have a toast
For being alive
Lets have a toast 

03\22/2014



 





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snakes sometimes

Snakes sometimes are simply sheep
sleeping, and easy to tame and keep;
but all this depends on the way they milk you
and the sustainability of all it too,
for when  the scantiness winters come
their once virtuousness is released venom
from their one time sweet singing harp 
as their virtue and their vileness overlap.
and the sleeping sheep
unwind like snakes in the rumbling wind.
and they become snakes in body and mind,
and these snakes rise like a swam of bees;
the distressed sheep; the sheep not at ease:
these snakes that are sometimes cheap,
sheer sleeping sheep
now wear darkness and recite dark verse
when winters come, the winters of scantiness.  

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John Henry

John Henry

He wakes up in the morning 
when the clock shows five
And he looks in his mirror 
and sees he's still alive
He stumbles in his room 
and falls down in his chair
And he listens to voices 
BUT THERE'S NOBODY THERE

He was born in the summer of 94
And was found on the steps
Outside the church door
And from that day on
He would live the life of the poor
He never knew his momma
And he never knew his pa
To find them now he would need radar

At the age of sixteen he left his life in care
He had so many parents some were good
And some were poor
And others just showed him the door
Now he is back to his usual tricks
And he is looking for more kicks
So he decides  to have one more score
And he slips down from his chair

And now he is lying on the floor
Poor John Henry
The boy who lived next door

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The Stranger who is the Other Me

The Stranger Who is the Other Me
By: Tyner Twine
 
She looks at the stranger who is  the other me,
And treats her more of the flesh than I’ll never be.
She looks –and loves— the face she only wants to see
Right at the reflection of the girl that was never me.
She looks at that stranger who is the other me,
And sees the child she wanted but believes I could never be. 
She lifts the stranger’s light for all the world to see,
And covered the other with the shadow that was always me.
And here the other’s other me lay await,
For a sign, a change of heart and a change of gait.  

But try as I might I’m resigned to never be free
Of the truth that she loves the stranger more
Than she could ever bring herself to try and love me.
And now the truth so resigned and clear for all the world to see
Is that, indeed, it will always be, for this nurturer, the beloved stranger
That was never me. 

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No One Knows

No one knows how she envies
Those who live their dreams.
No one knows how her mind
Overflows with envy and sorrow.
No one knows how she truly feels…

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My Wonderful Love and Me

My Wonderful Love and Me

We met by the sand and the sea
My wonderful love and me

We sat on the sand by the sea
My wonderful love and me

We played in the waves of the sea
My wonderful love and me

The sun shone on us both at the sea
My wonderful love and me

We married there down by the sea
My wonderful love and me

We built us a house by the sea
My wonderful love and me

Our family grew with us there by the sea
My wonderful love and me

Years passed for us there by the sea
My wonderful love and me

Illness took her away by the sea
My wonderful love from me

Now I sit here alone by the sea
Sad that she’s taken from me

I think how we met by the sea
How happy we both seemed to be

I remember our times by the sea
Memories now only for me.



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Repetition, Repetition, Repetition

I can’t always remember what I said
So maybe these may be words you’ve already read
But once I get a line in my head 
I can’t always remember what I’ve just said

I like to try and entertain with my humour
Brits have no talent – well that’s just a rumour
But once I get a poem in my head
I can’t always remember what I’ve just said

Have I told you this line before
I may be repeating – sorry I’m a bore
But once I get a word in my head
I can’t always remember what I’ve just said

My dear old mum she has dementia
She’s always repeating or losing her denture
Sadly once she gets a line in her head
She can’t remember what she’s just said.*

26th April 2014

Written for ‘Irritate Me’ Contest
Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot

*Mum's dementia isn't too bad at the moment this bit is poetic licence, but sadly over time she is getting worse

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Troll Song

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
To the rock rock bottom of our nonexistent souls.
Madder than the maddest hatter,
Hear us bellow, bray, and bleat;
And we prattle pitter-patter
In our jabberwocky chatter
To a bumbulating beat.
See us zim zam zoom
As we're going bim bam boom
In an onomatopoeia that so rhythmically rolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
With our xenophobic hearts lit like black burning coals.
Hate and anger are our teachers
So we squabble, squeal, and squirm.
We are misbegotten creatures—
With the ugliest of features—
Lower than the lowest worm.
In these premises
We're unrivaled nemeses;
And we burrow furrow mindless like some misanthropic moles.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We are the tintinnabulating trolls
From compassion and goodness we're at opposite poles—
So devoid of any scruples.
On stupidity we feed.
As our villainy quadruples
We're the most attentive pupils
To insatiable greed.
See us bash bing bang.
Hear us clatter clash cling clang
As we crash upon the shallows of malevolented shoals.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.

We're the trolls trolls trolls,
The incorrigible trolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls.
We're the horrigible trolls.
We're the irritating, aggravating, fascinating trolls.
We're the wrangulating, jangulating, strangulating trolls.
We're the trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls trolls.
We're the truly tintinnabulating trolls.


– Harley White  

< 1987 >

[From my version of “East of the Sun and West of the Moon”]


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How Many Times

I've read and read, and read it thrice
and each and every time
I found one missed spelled word or more
Hidden in the lines
And though I proof read once again
Once again I goofed 
And if I have too, once again 
I'll go right through the roof


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How You Do

It was a passive “how you do”; the night we met. 

??Single shot one, three five, one more.
We laughed, we shared, just as common fine folk. 
Full bowl, joint spliff, one extra pre rolled. As lighting you came, 
you had fire within. Looked down, her left hand up my left leg with erotic  display. 
I pushed you away from a most passionate drunken kiss. 
To alter the shame I would feel the very next day. 
Deep breath, clear mind, to my room and bed.

??Two minutes, six eight, tick tock  then ten. My door cracks and I knew it was you. 
She jumps to my bed, cloths thrown to the side and now her warm body is on top of mine. 
This went on for months, we both thought it was fine. 
Just have sex; just make love, no no, we both had pain. Infatuated minds, yes we desired to...??

It was a passive “how you do”; the night we met.

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Taking Over Me

In this desolate room,
I feel this endless gloom
Taking over me. . .
Taking over me. . . 
Making my bones rattle in shock
Making several crackling sounds . . .
The time is ticking fast
I need to taste hope again
This time,
I will not give up
Neither will I toil in grief
I’m seeking permanent relief
I keep spinnin’ around the place,
Searching for ways to beat this race
Just to see your face 
See your face

(chorus)

Sometimes, I wait here…on my own,
Yearning for some significance
Sometimes, I feel like my mind’s blown
Churning. . . twisting. . . contorting. . . 
In a wild whirlpool…
What happened to my existence?
Am I of any importance?
It must be gravity taking a toll on me
 Something’s missing possibly. . . 
It must be me pretending that I don’t see
The brighter side of things
But, the abyss is……
Taking over me. . .
Taking over me. . .
Swallowing me like a terrible tide ~ ~ ~

I feel this overwhelming tension
Taking over me. . .
Taking over me. . . 
I look up to you willingly
Something’s haunting me…
Something’s making me feel so
Disheartened 
Pardon me,
I need some space 
Excuse me for a moment or two…
Let me gain back my pure grace
Just to see your face
See your face

(chorus)

Sometimes, I wait here…on my own,
Yearning for some significance
Sometimes, I feel like my mind’s blown
Churning. . . twisting. . . contorting. . . 
In a wild whirlpool…
What happened to my existence?
I sense that there’s gonna be a storm at this very minute
It must be the thunder taking a toll on me
 Something’s tearing me apart,
Making me sink down…
To my lowest state of mind
It must be me pretending that I don’t see
The optimistic road ahead
But, the abyss is……
Taking over me. . .
Taking over me. . .
Swallowing me like a gigantic tide ~ ~ ~

Can you feel my anxiety
Taking over me?
Taking advantage of me?
Making me subside from the Pathway of Prosperity?
I feel like an Outcast 
That loneliness shaking me up
Is taking over me…
Taking over me…

(chorus)

Sometimes, I sleep here in solitude,
Wonderin’ if someone out there will save me
Save me…save me…set me free…
From this abominable dwelling place called Shame
Sometimes, I feel that everything’s out of my reach and I’m left to be
Taken over by my utter despair and catastrophe…
If I’m here alone with me,
I’ll find a way to flee…
Flee to safety… 

I’m shedding tears of frustration 
Please understand this pain that burns immensely 
Deep inside of me forever it seems
Inside of me...not mending my broken dreams
Taking over me…
Don’t underestimate it…
Or it will track you down someday…
It will prey upon you someday
Do you even notice me from afar?
Do you hear my plea?
My plea for your love 
To get me out of this desolate room
I’m overflowing with disdainful gloom. . . 

Rescue my heart from these tears…
These tears
.

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Dreams and Nightmares

Dreams and Nightmares
Kiara Lebel

Every night I lay in my bed
I close my eyes and dream
Every night I prepare myself for what the night has to offer

I fear that my dreams will drown me
I fear that my dreams will damage me
I fear that my dreams will kill me in my sleep

Every night I lay in my bed
I close my eyes and dream
Every night I prepare myself for what the night has to offer

I fear that my dreams will persuade me
I fear that my dreams will replace me
I fear that my dreams will be insidious

Every night I lay in my bed
I close my eyes and dream
Every night I prepare myself for what the night has to offer

My dreams are where my loved ones rest
My dreams are where the monsters endlessly chase me
My dreams are realistic

Every night I lay in my bed
I close my eyes and dream
But tonight is different, because I stay awake

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Bieber And Ford, Ford And Bieber



What an absolute and utter unbelievable disgrace To allow these two low lifes to degrade the image Of a major world-class city and country Why are we permitting these jerks to drag us down to their level To continue to degrade the reputation Of an otherwise fantastic modern growing city of Toronto And a great well respected country called Canada There must be some provision to boot these bad ass clowns outta here I am in a state of utter shock and disbelief! © Jack Ellison 2014