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Love Poem 29

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while maintaining the love I have already found.

I fall in love with scars, wrinkles,
clichés, and repetition; I fall in love 
with items that people throw to the wind,
kick around, and step upon.

I fall in love with my enemies,
one of life's hardest lessons to learn;
I find haters to be marvelous motivators.

The old man who sits in a rain-gorged gutter,
his fist raised to the sky in fury
as he talks to an invisible audience
about how Apollo stole his dearly, beloved wife—

I fall in love with him too.

I fall in love with things that some people deem 
as ugly, dirty, morose, and immoral.
The more I fall in love,
the more I love each moment,
including the pain, torture, and misery 
that may unfold along the way.

Every day, I fall in love with something new,
while reinforcing the love I already have .

If I write down treasonously teetering words,
the reader could assume such words 
to be rooted in rage, or a cynical outlook,  
when the words are actually birthed from love—
I love every word that exists.

I fall in love with the woman 
who is too shy to have a sincere conversation with anyone,
because she believes herself to be grotesque,
when in fact, she is exquisitely gorgeous.

I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,
a shattered seashell, the sweet stench of seaweed 
rotting on the shore, and the way her hair smells 
as it bakes in the sun.
I fall in love with black and white photographs,
mesmerized by the essence that the dead have left behind.
I fall in love with marbles,the feathers of mourning doves,
and with the stray cat, who, after she watched the moving truck 
drive away, slunk around the alley in search of scraps—
over the years, she has proven to be a respectful 
and loyal companion (so easy to fall in love with, again and again,
while maintaining the love I already have).
I fall in love with saints, villains, rusted watering cans,
the way sunlight bends into prisms
when it shines through the cracked, antique windowpane
that I simply don't want to replace.


And as for the people who think that it's impossible 
for someone such as myself
to fall in love with something new, every, single day,

well, I love them too.



2016 Pulse Remix, July 18th, 2016
(original version was written on April 6th, 2012)


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012

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Titanium rose

Methyl deionized eyes galvanised her tortured heart into a titanium chrysalis. Aluminium perceptions inflicted a tunnel vision, pulling her into realms beyond a state of reality. Deep within, a voice echoed, yearning to be freed, but she closed her ears - drums beating to rust. Content in her prison of emotionless metallic elements, her soul was divided by a camouflaged concrete façade. Constantly it beat against her cocooned heart, but her wings had mutated into solid stone. Until, the sound of an enchanting sincere voice, reminded her of precious dulcet lullabies. Until, the vision of pure captivating eyes, carried her to a legitimate haven of innocence. Without a simple touch, he broke all her barriers, whispering colours into her black and white world. Charmed her to feel rare emotions, she once hid from, no longer lost, he placed her into a world she belonged. Radiant eyes now conceived an abundance of colours, floating among ruby roses, lilac lilies and orange orchids. Slept under silver stars, protected by the magnolia moon, rising with the saffron sun among stunning sapphire skies. He held her heart like the master painter with his brush, her only wish was for him to never leave her canvas blank. 3 March 2016


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Like A Moth To A Flame

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================================================== u m b i l i c a l c o r d Is This Nature's Glory As a quarry? Alone and at peace A life, a new lease I pull up a piece of land Take a little time to mend This rainforest trembles An open window in shambles Sitting on my own made porch I fire up a configured torch Then lay under, should I say What is like a porch light ray And I wait for that one moth Amongst butterflies sought An unwanted reject Like me ready to eject Take me now in this lush With the roar of death; a hush And I will go, amongst this gift Gods Eden unquestioned; my lift My life to stop the bleeding of the land So I protect this marvel, hold her hand In sincere motion - there is a fusion I can do I can do Never say can't So I must chant Let my body meld With this forest held tight Me alone a window into the future slightly opened Maybe we are all like moths to a flame - penned ==================================================


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016

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BERT'S WILL

"A cappuccino would be nice 
And thank you Anne dear friend. 
Since Bert has died I've felt quite lost, 
But time has helped things mend." 
 
"I guess what hurt the most dear Anne 
Was finding in Bert's will; 
To me he never left a thing; 
A truly bitter pill." 
 
"He never left you anything! 
I thought Bert more sincere, 
But is that diamond ring not new 
You're wearing sister dear?" 
 
"Well let me put it this way Anne. 
Bert's will did leave a bit; 
Five grand for a memorial stone 
And this dear Anne ... is it." 




Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005

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Chapter and Verse a live poetry recital

Good evening Ladies 
May I say, I am honored and privileged
As this is the first ever time
I have read in front of a woman’s only group
And a fine group of bovine beauties you are

I truly hope you have enjoyed dinner
The poetry portion of your evening is about to begin
First I wish to thank Betsy for inviting me
She mooooed me over from day one
I must also offer my sincere apologies
If I have eaten any of your relatives
A simple but tasty misunderstanding at beast, ops best

This evening’s poetry reading will have background music
Lyrcial Jazz music is like the spice to my gourmet poetry
Richard here is on Sax, and Dave will play the guitar
So feel free to sit or stand, rain or shine
Graze upon this artistic feast of cultural poetry

I shall recite four movements here, thus to allow you
Breaks for your own movements so to speak
I wish you an udderly fantastic evening


This piece is called “Chapter and Verse”

Part 1)

Borrowed words


Overdue loans
On faded words
Tears melting ink
Wisdom's die 
Collection time
Bankrupt soul
With no words to share


Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooo


You gals are sooooo  Mooovarlous

Now for Part 2)


Overdue books

Wine splashes the pages
Of my mind
Melancholy whispers to me
Here, here 
The past sings me a song
Withered books 
Our collective memories
Buried in the pages of history


Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos

Oh My God really stop it
You Gals are udderly amazing
Thank you so much

I really appreciate your Cowcil


On to Part 3 Ladies

Sad Chapters

I danced 
I drank
Love and wine
Penelope Sosa
Stole heart and mind
Debts paid
Her beauty refined
Lonely betrayal
I dine on sad chapters

Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos

You gals really are overdoing it
However I do have a part 4, you are such a great audience
For fans like you, I am willing to milk this poem to the end


The last Verse

Mathematical potions
Equations that dream
A soft kiss lade upon my sleeping heart
Is it you? Is it you that lightens my soul?
Spread your wings for me
I shall smell the sweet scent
Of your poetic juices
As we lay entwined
Inside the last verse

Standing Mooooooooovations
Moooooo mooooooo Mooooooo 
Mooo Mooooooo Mooooooo Moooooo
Cow bells jingle
More Moooos moooo moooooos


Well I must thank you dearly
I confess I was somewhat Cowardly to perform
However you gals where just great
I will be signing autographs back at the barn!!!!!!


Note: This poem was sponsored by Dr Doo Little


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Five Stars

*Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, Caleb Smith, Isaiah Zerbst, Anne Currin, and Eileen Ghali

I'll start with illustrious Andrea,
our talented sonneteer.
She peppers our poems with kindness, 
with comments so bright and sincere.

Next, we have Mr. McCaleb,
our sweet gent from Arkansas
From KOs to boogers to nature,
he writes without limit or flaw.

Now, I must turn to Isaiah,
the master of meter and rhyme.
His poems are most reminiscent
of forgotten ages in time.

I cannot forget our Queen Anne,
who graces us all with her songs.
Her lyrics tug at our heartstrings, 
yet she's upbeat, lovely, and strong.

Last but not least is Eileen,
the most spirited poetess.
She translates feeling to verse
and writes with such skill and finesse.


Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

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Love is for the brave

Love is not a concept for afraid sheep who run in fear when danger creeps it is a concept for lions who remain brave forever fighting for the beloved they crave Oh enchanting sweetheart of mine my loyalty for you will never decline my words are not for the hypocrite spoken sincere, honest and legitimate When days are dark - reach out to me my devotion towards you is for eternity when you smile - let us dance and rejoice together we sing with a melodious voice Surrender the doubts you secretly hold paranoid suspicions only make you cold aware of the dream I want to accomplish to exist in your adoration - my final wish The Silent One 2 January 2016


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Eden

-Eden's Ending Eulogy-

Proceed here today, Eden's Ending Eulogy 
Gentle gracious her garden, the guidance 
I can't recall what was with the warm, sincere smile, and sunrise 
Lost at ease and clarity.......I Sleep! 
Forever In Peace, this dark, damp den, coffin will do
at last, a parting powerful, reunion and resting resort
    Amen


~SKAT~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014

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Today Is A Gift

 

Hold on to those moments Of Spoken words of Meaningful Sincere Love Tomorrow might never Become the present © By Eve Roper 6/22/2015


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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LOVE, ABOVE ALL - MY SPIRIT

Dejected on my bed this morn, I lay while contemplating,
what seems to be a day to face, I’m really quite unwilling
The peaceful place that used to be for me was so inspiring,
has come to be now tainted with such hatred and despising.

I used to get up from my bed an hour early to see,
to share what’s new, to grow, to live, to love more perfectly.
Each new day that unfolds with friends who greet excitedly,
felt like I’ve touched the heaven’s gates where I wanted to be.

The special word that’s meant to love has come to be vitriolic,
what used to be a happy place has now been melancholic.
Why can’t we just forget our pride, a soul that’s embryonic?
An open heart and mind will help lower blood’s diastolic.

What good is it if we can talk to ad infinitum?
When all the others think an adder fills our heart and cranium.
Will wounded hearts be even healed with simply an erratum?
When people can no longer see which is our mouth or rectum!

Our love for self and things should not be so that it replaces
respect for him, regard for her, a love that recognizes
each one's unique, no one’s above, this love’s the one that reaches
out with sincere humility, forgiveness, it amazes.


SHOW ME YOUR SPIRIT CONTEST
SPONSOR: FJ THOMAS
02 May 2015


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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Jan Allison


Jan Allison


There is a great gal on our ‘Soup’
Renowned in our poetry group
She’s ready to show
How our poems glow
With comments that give us the scoop.

Sincere as she gives us her view
Of writes we submit, old or new
No sooner we post
She’s there like our host
With greetings to look forward to.

Her poetry’s lovely to read
No matter what subject indeed
Some words leave us sad
Some words make us glad
And some provide lessons to heed.

So friendly to all on our site
We love her with all of our might
Although she has woes
Her care she bestows
On others to help with their plight.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~1st Place~
Contest: Write a Poem
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 02/11/2015




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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Wait for me to come home - Quatern

Wait for me to come home to you
it's hard, but we can see this through
Distance is tough, but we are strong
my heart beats lyrics to our song

Trust me, you don't need something new
wait for me to come home to you
Soon we'll be in each others arms
enlightened by those subtle charms

These words are honest and sincere
please keep the faith and have no fear
Wait for me to come home to you
being without you makes me blue

All relationships have these tests
not what the fairytale suggests
One day all our dreams will come true
wait for me to come home to you

27 January 2016
SHOW ME QUATERN POETRY! (I Like Mine Rhymed) - Poetry Contest by Andrea Dietrich

8 Syllables per line
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Quatern

A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line.







Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Beloved's reply

My delicate dignified darling
sincere apologies for leaving

Your love used to be friend of mine
but, your attention began to decline
Your mind was in a different place
and the rejection; I could not face
Artificial is my smile to show no pain
I just do not want to be hurt again
Daily my soul continues to curse me 
constantly begging to show you mercy
Life is unbearable without your eyes
your voice soothed my sorrowful cries
Inconsistent actions turned you blind
so many answers I struggled to find
Were those romantic words real or fake?
I'm Confused to which direction to take
Doubts about tomorrow fill me with fear
My heart is vulnerable without you here
Your heartfelt letter has left me confused
should I answer your call or have it refused...

4 January 2016




Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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A man of your own part one

The day is filled with echoes of olden time 
In shadows of pain- I watch the skylark climb 
Into the sun so far above the grain 
In fatherly love, my son I think of you again 

Oh father, life is too short to contemplate 
a mysterious journey to learn one's fate 
New adventures waiting to be discovered 
not existing to be smothered or mothered 

Son, in your life when pain starts to break, 
In clouds of dark- This wise advice please take 
Remember this, in the short of it all 
Help comes from each sincere heavenly call 

I'm leaving now - there are roads one must travel 
explore the world - hidden mysteries to unravel 
Like my brothers - every bird leaves the nest 
life is a journey - one must master to be the best 

Your dear brothers have done our family proud, 
Finding silver linings in every dark cloud 
Son, now time comes- For you to do the same 
Add goodness, pride and honor to our family name 

Thank you father - I will return to my family tree 
remember me in your prayers, while I roam free 
Look after mama and always remain content 
I will never forget the times, together we spent

Collaboration between Robert Lindley and Silent One
This poem is about a father speaking to his son, before he is ready to embark on his journey into the world on his own.  This is the first part of three poems.

17 December 2015


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Things I Have Learned

Don’t take a walk after a large glass of tea

If someone says, “sure take as many as you want” 
They probably don’t mean it

Darling you are sooo sweet I could never get angry with you,,,okay this one is self 
explanatory

One size fits all-ohh puleeese

Help yourself to anything in the kitchen,,I really thought I meant it

Going 65 through a curve marked for 45 is just stupid, but exciting

Feelings are fickle

When in doubt, a sincere look and slow shake of the head seems intelligent

 It will only take a minute,,,,yeah well Im countin by the long hand not the short one

If you climb that high are you sure you can get down, sure on the way
Up is different then sure at the top

Being really cold and getting into a hot shower and feeling
The warm water melt through you is better than sex,,,,okay its been a long time

The second time around is better

It will only hurt for a minute, then let me pinch you until it stops

Make up covers a world of hurt, but then it goes in the cracks and your
Face looks like a drought hit it

Friends that will laugh with you, cry with you, and never give up on you are
~priceless~

Wisdom comes from practice not from age

A good mood is a choice, okay most of the time

A snack to a teenager can be the roast you cooked for dinner

When you fuss at your kid then sit down and find no 
Toilet paper,,,,there’s a problem


Copyright © Laurie Ginn | Year Posted 2009

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The Voice Of Despair

Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.

The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses far into the air
Right there, in a dirty old flat
Among once great talents, now rotten.
They all have deserved more than that,
But even their names are forgotten.


Copyright © Ria April Avalon | Year Posted 2009

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You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

Clear night sky once told me to yield
Hold your horses and be quite still
You are but a dot in a dirty brown field
Certainly nothing to give others a thrill.

Now go lay in a moonlit cave
head bowed and heart seeking relief
Give thanks for what I gave
and seek mercy for you are a thief.

You steal my beauty to heart with glee
yet return not praise and glory my way
Yes, you love deep what you see
but fail to ever give me proper pay.

What could I say facing such true accusations?
I simply bowed my head and gave sincere salutations.

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1971 

Note- From my private journal. Written two years after my father's death.
I often wandered out into that barren brown field late at night to gaze at the vastness of the universe and ask why he was taken from me...
Soon with no satisfactory answer, I turned to hating the world with vengeance in my heart that continued for 18 long and painful years ..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Get Me Out Of Here

Today has to be the strangest day of my life,
the arms that hold me tight say that I'm his wife.

I wish I could feel something for this stranger,
I'm so scared and terrified I feel like my life is 
in danger.

Who is the man? How did I get here?
Why does he look at me like that? He almost 
seems sincere.

Oh my God there it is again an overwhelming 
feeling of fear,
My head is screaming really loud get me
out of here.

Who am I? Who is he? I can't be his wife
because I don't even know him or me.......



Alexis Y.


Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016

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A Precious Life

A young boy sat atop a hill
Wondering at all his Father had built
He thought about the clouds, the flowers, and the trees
He thought about his life, what it all means.


Then he saw death, dark and grim
Walking up the hill, directly towards him.
With fear and dread, the young boy cried
“I am not ready, this can’t be my time.”


Death listened to the Young boy’s cry.
And asked “why should I grant you more time?
Convince me?” He said.  “Then we will see
If you are deserving.  Perhaps I’ll let you be.”


The boy stared Death directly in the eye.
He searched his heart and then knew why
His life should be spared.
Why he deserved more time.


The boy stood straight and tall on his feet
And said, “I have never sung a song so sweet.”
Never written a poem that changed a life,
Or shared a kiss with my future wife.”


Death sat and listened with intent
To the boy's argument and was convinced
That this boy was indeed sincere and true,
He would not take him with his years so few.


Death said “Go live your precious life,
Write your poem and find your wife.
Sing your song with a verse so sweet
That man will bow beneath your feet.”


“I will come again when the time is right
And we will continue our journey into the night.”
“But, heed my warning to you.
Live your life right and always be true.”


The young boy grew into a tall, strong man.
He found success, money, friends and fame.
But in all his glory he was alone
And he walked again to his childhood home.


He climbed to the top of an old familiar hill
And as he stared across the land,
He marveled at the majesty of his Father's hand
And the man sat down to ponder his life.


As he sat Death's shadow came into view
The man stood and said, “I remember you.”
“You came for me here when I was young and afraid,
And showed mercy on a small boy and set him on his way.


But, I beg you please, don’t take me today,
for I have sinned and lost my way.
I am empty inside, I still need my life.
I haven’t my poem, my song or my wife.”


Death said, “Write your poem and find your wife.
Find your song and live your life. 
When next we meet, I promise you,
Your life will end, it will be through.”


The man traveled the world and enjoyed its pleasures.
He made and lost an endless treasure.
But, time was not the man’s best friend.
And He grew old, his time was at an end.


His money spent and his friends all gone.
The old man set out to find his song.
He tried to write poetry, but couldn’t find a rhyme.
He searched for his love, but she too had faded with time.


And he came at last to a familiar space,
A tall hill overlooking a plentiful place.
The old man clambered up the steep hill
And sat in awe of his Father’s will.


And as he sat he saw a friendly face.
Death had come to their old meeting place.
Death stared into his ragged face and weathered eyes,
And said, “How are you, my friend? How have you passed the time?”


The old man stood and stared Death in the eye.
With a heavy breath, he let out a sigh.
“I never wrote my poem and I never sang my verse.
I never found my love and loneliness has been my curse.”


He paused for a moment before he said,
“I am ready my friend for my eternal bed
Take me now for I’ve nothing to show
Nothing at all for your years that I stole.”


Death took his friend who had known no harm.
Down that tired hill, they walked, arm in arm.
Through the green valley that his Father created
And into the shadows, his image faded.


Copyright © James Andersen | Year Posted 2016

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HARD HAT HEROES

There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well 
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell. 
When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust, 
and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust.   
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand, 
they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land. 
Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade; 
they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide. 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps,     
to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps?  
Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest 
to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best.    
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass 
to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class; 
and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart,  
"You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart." 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 


Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005

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You Came Into My Life

You came into my life unexpectedly,
and everything took a turn for the better.
Your warm eyes, your laugh,
the sincere way you speak,
and the kindness you showed me,
all became a part of my life.

As you unfolded yourself to me,
I discovered more and more beauty.
I have never seen so much
gentleness in one person.
Without even knowing it,
you were slowly making a place
for yourself in my heart.

It used to seem so hard at times
to feel so close in a relationship.
But it’s so easy to feel close to you.
I can’t tell you how nice that feels.
I realize now that I had never known
what it meant to be loved
until I was loved by you.


Copyright © Roy Keith | Year Posted 2012

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WE BECAME FRIENDS BY ONE CLICK

WE BECAME FRIENDS BY ONE CLICK I am from east you are from... west? North? South? to whichever place you're from, hear my happy shout! :D Remember the first moment I said hi and hello you did not repel instead you appeal like magneto... You... I never seen. I never heard but you hug my heart with your words. You are as yellow as the rising sun but sometimes sad you make my tears run with the heart-to-heart stories we share. Maybe because we are thousand miles apart defensive barriers and built-in walls we tear bubbling free is our blossoming fresh start. There is a clue when you are feeling blue this when you drew views lacking hues. Of humour, you may not hear my thunder laugh nor behold my grin that is whole or half but so sweet you are always there- a care bear! Nights and days passed, we want to more than chat like a meteor, we did try this voice-call... Spark! I heard your voice, my oh my, I rejoiced! Your presence a present whenever no one is there for when I push the button "send", time you spare to reply, you care... "Thank you" is all I say. More, you even said: "You'll add me to your pray'r" Internet signals like unstable ECG antagonizing our talk, I thank our Dear God our bond as strong as a rock, months rolled, we discovered we could duet to write verses singing rhymes, flying high our own kite... To the whole wide moving world, I want them to know if persons are honest and sincere they will surely grow as finding true people-- there are risks. Dig in but do it slow 'cause real persons are as precious as gems that glow _______________________________________________________ MY CYBER FAMILY - Poetry Contest Sponsor Mystic Rose ~~~3rd place~~~ POEM OF THE DAY: JULY 04, 2015 OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO 11:42 pm, July 02, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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USE ALL OF ME

USE ALL OF ME Father God, Kindly use all of me today... Again, I say to You God--- use all of me today. I am no preacher God but allow every word that comes from my mouth be a blessing to those who hear it. Let it be a torch to light someone's hope. Let it be a rainbow that kindles dreams. or let it be a needle that pricks and awakens someone's thoughts. I am no good singer God but I thank You ' for permitting this voice be heard among persons whom I lead to pray, to worship and sing you some praise. The lyrics I have sang spoke to my very heart reminding me that it's not actually how good or bad I am as a singer but it's how clean and sincere my heart is. Upon my nostrils You blow me the breath of life enabling me to live in whatever form I am now. You place me time to time on tests or sometimes edge to edge situations where there are times... I fall on bended knees, I cry and laugh to my ease. Unto my small hands with it's slender fingers I thank you for giving me the opportunity to take part in relieving someone's pain; to be a channel of your healing touch; to be a path in extending Your gracious blessings. I will never forget the smiles that shine from every patient that passed under my care. Father, their grin changed and humbled me. I treasure my student's plea of I staying still then. And their until now recognition of me when they see me on my most casual simplest attire. I am proud that my students before are now like me -- nightingales of tender loving care. I don't know how long will you let me live but I ask You Father God to use all of me in every way. I would love to know how will I serve you more. Reveal unto me Your will in my life. Days are passing by and so since I renewed my relationship with You deeper and deeper I am falling in love with You. Hence, I want You more and more in my life. I am so happy each time I have a date with You; Each time I hear Your endearing words Each time I read Your love letters each time I meet a person who is like You: loving, caring, understanding and more... My shyness melts each time I am with You. The accelerating freedom is undeniable when I am with You. Endorphin and energy plunge into heights that I can't control myself to dance and sing for You. My thoughts and my heart is overflowing with gladness each time I have this privilege to write something for You as this gift I acknowledge is fully from You. I just love You with all my heart and so I trust everything to You. Use all of me in every way to bring You back all the glory, all the honor and all the praise that above all belongs only to You, God. ©O. E. Guillermo 7:34 pm; December 02, 2014


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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Why must I Die inside?

Why must I die inside?
I am crushed inside from past experiences that I have not let go of.
I have tried to erase all the things that are holding me back.
I have tried not to remember how many times I was raped and torn apart inside.
I cannot remember when I have really and truly laughed and felt it inside.
I am pressed down with so many issues and hurt from family and friends.
I have tried to live my life with humility and honestly and Love.
I reach out to people with sincere compassion.
I want to live
Why must I die inside?


Copyright © Cathy Holmes | Year Posted 2006

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He Gives You Roses


     When your lover gives you roses
     Look him well into the eyes;
     Are his words sincere and honest
     Or are they just fragrant lies?


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            Inspired by Jan's poem:
        "He's Never Given Me Roses"


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015