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On days of childhood past
and long faded into memory,
sisters played beneath a smiling sun
in shadowed rooms of bending willows.
Dainty handkerchiefs swaddled
our Rose of Sharon infants
to keep the newborns warm;
honeysuckle spread sweet fragrance
scenting the summer playhouse
while birds trilled lullabies of joy.
Clover chains hung as garlands
to decorate our home
and snowball bushes' spread
perfumed blossoms carpeting the floors.
Simple pleasures of a simple life
we seem to have discarded
in favor of a busier, artificial plastic world
where flowers bud stale fabric blooms
on bending wires.
The evensong of the whip-poor-will is no more.

I would go back if I could harvest
the pureness of those happy hours,
distilling a rare elixir,
a medicine for our ailing times.

November 25, 2014

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

More great poems below...

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Shikayat Toh Sabhi Karte hai
Par shikayat karoge Kab Tak

Haqeeqat Ki Talaash To Sabko Hai
Par Haqeeqat Talaashoge Kab Tak

Jo Bhi Hai
Yehi Zindagi Hai Bas

Jilo Thoda Iseh
Zinda Ho Jab Tak

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Time Travel

-In-between Worlds-

Letting go of all the space in between
the reality
the cloud
A theme, that use to be 
---Now dead
Long gone before I woke

Sadly Today's my birthday 
So here I am singing a song
All ALone
Happy Birthday to myself

Love PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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You Can Hug Anyone You Want To

(This poem was inspired by my friend's grandma who said, and I quote, "You can hug anyone you want to." I dedicate it to all the sweetie poets who give "hugs.")

You can hug anyone you want to.
It's something everyone can do.

(There are many reactions from one act.
Proceed with caution so you don't get smacked.)

You can hug any way you like.
Keep it loose, or grab 'em tight.

Hug with a manly guttural noise,
or hug like a lady with grace and poise.

Sometimes just one hand will do.
Hug the way that best suits you.

Hug to ward off tears and sorrow.
Hug like you're going to die tomorrow.

Hug sister Suzy. Hug uncle Al.
Hug anyone to make a new pal.

Hug 'em big. Hug 'em small.
Hug 'em one. Hug 'em all.

Hug 'em in a group or two by two,
so the pleasure's not all about you.

Hug with a spin. Even make it an art.
Just make sure you hug with your heart.

It's as simple as a shoulder shrug.
Everybody could use a hug.

You can hug anyone you want to.
Watch your back, cuz I might hug you.

Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013

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Call Me Insensitive

You call me insensitive,
But I don't believe that's true;
Because, you see,
It's all about me.
It's not about you.

You say your opinion doesn’t matter,
That I’ve no respect for your point of view;
But I do if we agree,
Because it’s all about me.
It’s not about you.

You say I’ve no compassion,
No feelings for your troubles or your blues;
But none of us is issue free,
And mine are all about me;
But…not about you.

A time old adage, 
“To thine own self be true.”,
Is all about choices you see.
My choices are all about me,
And, certainly, not about you.

So, when free or forced to make your choices
You’ll understand and know it’s true 
To decide what will or will not be,
Won’t be at all about me;
It will be all about you

But special moments confront each of us,
When what matters isn’t “Me”.
And while these moments are few,
They’re not about me, not about you.
For a time, it’s all about “We.”

Yes, “…no man is an island.”
Is a valid point of view;
But if it’s not about “We”, 
Then it’s all about me.
Sorry.  It’s not about you.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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Rising Early From My Bed, Close To Noon

A Tribute To Frank L. Stanton's - Lazy Chap

Rising Early From My Bed, Close To Noon

I lay about and often just wonder why
others do not rest in the by and by
Any lazy day finds me right in tune
This lazy day sings this month of June

Rising early from my bed, close to noon
stagger into the kitchen none too soon
Eat a full plate of eggs and fried bacon
so true, I am a lazy man never fakin'

Afternoon resting under my favorite tree
I never bother work, work never bothers me
About supper time I wander back inside
if I am late to eat, wife will tan my hide

The meal finished, I turn on big screen set
easy day flowed so well but not done yet
A few beers the wife faithfully brings me
sets my sails and fills my soul with glee

Late night news tells me its time for bed
to lay me down and rest this weary head
Another day will come about ever so soon
I best be ready for that early rise at noon!

Robert J. Lindley, 02 09-2015

note: Frank L. Stanton my favorite poet, a simple man that wrote 
beautiful and simple poetry. I have now started to write a few tributes 
to his great poetry. My friend Peter Duggan's poem inspired me to
pay homage to my favorite poet before I pass on. Thank you Peter!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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One wake-up away
From the best day of your life.
Life’s just a crapshoot. 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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Of Rats and Mice

I am in my house,
With a panicked mouse.
Coming back from the fridge
Going through the sand-ridge
Into its hole in a jiffy
Then squeaking out - Yippee !

Then come two rats
With a hard pat on the back
Running along with its mate
Making things obfuscate
Around the bagful of nickels
Crossing the jar full of pickles

The rat and its mate came back trotting
With a block of cheese that was rotting
After some time in a line
Came a parade f rats and mice
With and hats and lice.

Everyone was mournful
But a mouse eating a mouthful
Who was happy and glad
Was making everyone sad.

He ate with nosh
Wearing a hat that was posh
After hogging and stuffing
He got up puffing,
Ready for his quest
Sqeaking good bye to the rest,
He leaped across a runnel
And ran into a thicket
Never to be spotted again.

Copyright © Madhavi Mohalik | Year Posted 2014

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The Country Road - Visual 3

The Country Road

Let’s walk the country road and faithfully
keep cadence with the heartbeat of the wild
where life, unveiled in naked truth, flows free.
Let’s walk the country road and faithfully
find simple joy with each new day, and see
the glow of innocence just like a child.
Let’s walk the country road and faithfully
keep cadence with the heartbeat of the wild.

© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
    All Rights Reserved

~1st Place~
Contest: One Lovely Summer Triolet
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 06/13/2015

Iambic Pentameter (English Version)


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Star-crossed lovers? Not even close
The two were brought together at first sight, it seemed no future
Came from different families. One  with an alcoholic mother. The other, never even saw a glimpse of his father.
The tale of two, both had only one pursue.
The feeling of gentle, soft, light, addictive emotion.
None had no clear dreams of tomorrow.
The nights are filled with courtship, a chase to impress the other.
One moment hot, one moment cold, the rest, just right.
Like a ripping mango, once green, now grew shades of yellow.
The days came, after one another. Filled with tears both of melancholy and joy.
Trials after trials, the tests made them tougher, stronger, milder.
Fights came about, shouts, screams, pure disaster.
Struggles were like winter. A way to make them closer, together, sharing warm laughter.
From there, the fruit of their shared endeavors resulted in four successors.
Each one varies, much like the seasons.
Yet all dream of creating presents to give to their creators.
Time ages all. Time heals it all. Time makes it all.
The two continues to smile together.
Reminiscing the past, revisiting memories that lasts.
They both continue to live, only to paint a better picture.
Time creates it all. Time tells it all. Time knows it all.
When will the two fall? When will it all dull?
Together, the two will awaken, the two will never be broken, the two will happen.

Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013

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Simple Man

I’m a simple man 
In a simple world
Living a simple life
Loving a simple girl
Simplicity such
A wonderful thing
Got a simple heart
That wants to sing

So every day 
When I get up
I simply turn on 
That simple stuff
It’s the simple things
In life for me
Because simple things
Are always free

I love to mingle
I’m kind and gentle
Have a heart of gold
That likes to giggle
Have a simple smile
Like a crocodile
And I dress so smart
With simple style

So every day
When I get up
I simply turn on
That simple stuff
It’s the simple things
In life for me
The simple things
Just set you free

I have a simple home
With simple style
A simple garden
Flowers worthwhile
Simplicity is such
A beautiful thing
Have a simple heart
That wants to sing

I’m a simple man
With a simple heart
Love a simple wife	
Cause she’s simply smart
Live in a simple town
In a simple way
With our simple kids
That are simply great

So every day 
when we get up
We simply turn on
That simple stuff
It’s the simple things
In life for us
Those simple things
You can simply trust

© Copyright K.C.Leake
15th November 2015
All Rights Reserved

Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2015

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"Which one of you books would like to be read?" 
she creepily said, as she titled her head.

Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2014

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Angel Listen

I've given my heart
and let down my guard
Listened to your past 
Handed out a second chance

My angel there is just one thing I ask
Don't do to me what I did to him.

Don't hope your affections will change
you can't fall in love by choice
If you can't see a future
Tell me before I take the fall

Because there's only one thing I ask
Don't do to me what I did to him 
If you only care
Trust me it's not enough
Because when you're in love
You need to know the other persons there.

Don't do to me what I did to him..
It won't just hurt me, but you, my angel, too.

Copyright © Rochelle-Mari Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Dog Gone , Bone Search

Dog Gone , Bone Search

Seeking, this yard, looking for a bone
not a cool drink, just not for me
A bone, a bone, master still on the phone
but, there, there is my favorite tree!

Sweet release, now back to my hard task
cat races away, why I have no clue
If only there was somebody here to ask
and where hides a big bone they knew!

Over there, fresh dirt shows a treasure
buried beneath must be a large bone
When I dig it up I can then just measure
while master stays busy on the phone.

Mine at last, the great prize I so graved
so tasty, this delicious treat
Should I keep it and have it engraved
or yield to hunger and just eat?

Great quest it was, certainly no lark
a bone, a bone found was this food
Time to scratch and let out a loud bark
this delicious bone sets that mood!

Master races out with same bowl of crap
bone now gone, I ate it so quick
Time to ignore him, pretending a nap
I may be only a dog but I am still slick!

R.J. Lindley 
Jan, 22nd 1971
Note - Old poem, light verse and bored, goofing 
around one night.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Old Shoe Box And Broken Candle

Old Shoe Box And Broken Candle

My great boldness keeps hammering on down
like blacksmith's hits on anvil it rings.
So loudly, it barks echoes around this town
forwarding slashes giving wicked stings.

My great arrogance so often I can not abide
proudly riding patiently with me daily.
In that awful smugness even I can not hide
covering with soft words spoken gaily.

Silly boldness, are not others far more bold
cried out this man thinking so wise.
Are not others greater in knowledge of old 
tis' true, cried out this man so wise.

What pray I, do I have so very special now
that truth has found its clear start.
Only my great willingness to find out how
trade old shoe-box, broken candle for a heart!

Robert J. Lindley
April 9th, 2004

NOTE- I wrote this poem for my 16 year old daughter K.K. to turn in and discuss in a classroom assignment back then. 
I let her do all the poem analysis and she did a very good job getting most of it correct. She got very high marks for the poem analysis!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Different Abilities

I was born different
I am such a one who can't talk
I am such a one who can't walk
Maybe such a one who can't see
Maybe such a one who can't hear
Maybe such a one who is retarded
Maybe such one who can't physically 
do This or that.

I am such a one you made feel
Like I couldn't be. My inability to do
One thing or a couple of things doesn't
Make me unable to do other things. I can't 
Hear or talk but I can walk and see,
I can't walk and see but I can hear and talk.

We all have our strengths and weaknesses, just
Because I couldn't do this or that and you could 
Do it, doesn't make me disabled and you able. We Are just two different people with different abilities and there is no such a one as a person with disabilities

Copyright © Albert Bulaka | Year Posted 2015

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Teacher, shall I write a sonnet

Teacher, shall I write a sonnet? Must I?
When I’m not so sure of my poetry…
Shall I write a poem of fourteen lines?
In iambic pentameter –by me?

What shall I write about? What can I say?
In this sonnet which I must jot down now?
My sonnet should be about what today?
To write a great sonnet I’m not sure how…

Teacher, can I write this sonnet later
For I’m not sure of what to write about?
The teacher then takes my simple paper
And “you already did.” my teacher shouts.

‘Detention’ my teacher says, ‘for lying,’
‘But thank you,’ she adds, ‘for at least trying.’

 © Mariam Mababaya.

Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

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A Fond Memory

A dream on my mind.
A far distant memory.
A smile on my lips.

Copyright © Crystal Mosier | Year Posted 2015

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Road to Success

The road to success is a long and winding one
One where its roads can lead you to some dark and testing times
One road north 
One road south

The west to east pathway is one of stability 
Built of concrete designed to bring you calm 
The road never ends
Yet it begins for everyone

I’m now talking to the risk takers and blood raisers
Fear is our adrenaline addiction 
We need to suffer – it is a drug
Rewards of effort – Promise-land! 

Break free the shackles of normality 
Stand out and begin to fail
Be different
Be you.

Copyright © Stephen Mantle | Year Posted 2014

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It's a beautiful day 
And I think I'll say,
That I've never seen one like this before.
It's a wonderful time
To refresh my mind,
On the joy that life can hold in store.

And the smile you see upon my face,
Is the gift I give to you.
If it makes you smile as you walk away;
Then, you've got a gift , you can give it too.

It's a thing of bliss,
Like a morning kiss;
When the sun says hello to my heart.
Takes me by the hand.
And I understand,
That the world is God's own work of art.

And the smile you see upon my face,
Is the gift I give to you.
If it makes you smile as you walk away;
Then, you've got a gift, you can give it too.

Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

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Today is earlier than usual. 
It's not like any other days,
it's becoming a ritual.
Tasks at hand were once confusing; 
like riding the waves slowly, you're cautious to not make mistakes,
yet, you were falling. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.
Even when the water is raging,
you continue believing--
moving is breezy.
Relax your mind and your body will follow.
Allow your soul to take over,
release all the sorrow--
soak in all the positivity,
spirits, swallow. 

When things get crazy,
your vision gets hazy.
Just close your eyes, imagine a world where there are skies--
of no lies.
Where the ground is stable;
not shaken by any label.
Now open your eyes;
Do you see a world of disguise?
Capture that vision, now you realize.
The politics, views, the price of arguing--
the war, hunger, win a prize of suffering. 

Today is still early.
It's never too late.
When are you going to make a change?
Start by breathing, speaking--
let your message reverberate. 

You're getting used to the ride.
You're moving steadily--cruising. 
Skipping your steps, you don't mind bruising. 
Your journey extends through space--traversing. 

Eventually the ride gets easy.
Even when the water is raging,
you continue believing--
moving is breezy.
Relax your mind and your body will follow.
Allow your soul to take over,
release all the sorrow--
soak in all the positivity,
spirits, swallow.

Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013

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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

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Don't be such a bore
Spark your soul bravely alive
Your life then will soar

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Senryu poetic format)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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Voice Within

Pressure. Oh I wish I'm not struggling to free away from under.
They continue to push down with words of threats, only bringing me down.
They think it's easy, when in fact, they only suggest the easy way out. . . they're very concern, afraid that I fail on my own; Failure. 

The only way I'm going to be able to pick myself up is to fall. . . down to
my own mistakes, aches, for my own sake, this is what I need to endure, this is what I have to take.
Like them, I am also afraid, but I've come to believe in myself. Have they come to believe in me?

I ignore their blasting of rhetorical. A blank mask I put on, only to space them out, I stare at nothing while they resume to pester me with their knowledge about what I should do. In reality, they know nothing.

They compare me to others. They assume nonchalantly. They don't know me.
I feel trapped. Contained in a bubble of oppression: hindering my ability to sprout and nourish On My Own.

Perhaps, they still think I'm the little boy they once adored. They've forgotten that time aged me to this tall, slim, song bird who never stops dreaming.
Now, I'm pursuing to achieve inner peace. For that is what gives me strength, courage, and determination--whilst in the midst of the noise and trouble, I keep my composure. . . and still be calm, in my heart.

Copyright © Jesson Rata | Year Posted 2013