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Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Give Me a Second to Breathe part 2

Pre-chorus: Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe and feel a pleasant sensation
Drench me with your waterfall of wonderfulness 
You refuse to do so and you douse me in dismay and I'm left in my solitary wilderness

Chorus: Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
I need to breathe in happiness and breathe out sadness
I'm dealing with a fistful of frustration that brings hardly any satisfaction
I need to breathe in gladness and breathe out distress...that threw into a misery mess
I don't care if I have the face my fears everyday 
I do care for you, if only you'd wipe away my dismay 
Give me a second to breathe in ease
I'll just do whatever I please while you act like a tease

Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe, so I can keep up with my eager heart, beating with anticipation
Give me a second to breathe and feel a pleasant sensation

Chorus: Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
I need to breathe in happiness and breathe out sadness
I'm dealing with a fistful of frustration that brings hardly any satisfaction
I need to breathe in gladness and breathe out distress...that threw into a misery mess
I don't care if I have the face my fears everyday 
I do care for you, if only you'd wipe away my dismay 
Give me a second to breathe in ease
I'll just do whatever I please while you act like a tease

Verse 5: My luck runs low and I can't remember the last time I was happy
You sucked the positivity out of my mind and you scorched me with foolish passions so temporary 
You were sweet as sugar, yet bitter like wormwood honestly 
Endless night has fallen upon us
Wishing we're in the same bus 
You lassoed me with your lament that night when you cried silently
Instead of breathing in and out, dip your head in the waters of wisdom and hold your breath...you'll see...
Wonders beyond what your sight can capture 
I know our futures are a mighty blur...

Pre-chorus: Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe and feel a pleasant sensation
Drench me with your waterfall of wonderfulness 
You refuse to do so and you douse me in dismay and I'm left in my solitary wilderness 

Chorus: Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe and feel a pleasant sensation
Drench me with your waterfall of wonderfulness 
You refuse to do so and you douse me in dismay and I'm left in my solitary wilderness 
Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
I need to breathe in happiness and breathe out sadness
I'm dealing with a fistful of frustration that brings hardly any satisfaction
I need to breathe in gladness and breathe out distress...that threw into a misery mess
I don't care if I have the face my fears everyday 
I do care for you, if only you'd wipe away my dismay 
Give me a second to breathe in ease
I'll just do whatever I please while you act like a tease

Bridge 2: Just let nature nourish our saturated souls that sponge in pain
Right from the start, you were the golden grain that thirsts for healing rain
Don't worry - God will take great care of you
Don't fret or sweat it - I am going to remain standing with you, no matter what we go through 
Give me a second to breathe...for I'm getting over my love flu that paints my spirits blue, not yellow
You fixed me like you were the mechanic, repairing a wreck of a car and you made me shine aglow
You told me that I am handsome all the time I looked in the mirror and told myself I looked hideous...somehow, you let my confidence grow
Low self-esteem is thrown out the bathroom window 
You're unpredictable like the wicked wind...not going with the flow, wondering where you blow, you know? 

Pre-chorus: Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
Give me a second to breathe and feel a pleasant sensation
Drench me with your waterfall of wonderfulness 
You refuse to do so and you douse me in dismay and I'm left in my solitary wilderness

Chorus: Give me a second to breathe...feeling this tension, this hesitation 
I need to breathe in happiness and breathe out sadness
I'm dealing with a fistful of frustration that brings hardly any satisfaction
I need to breathe in gladness and breathe out distress...that threw into a misery mess
I don't care if I have the face my fears everyday 
I do care for you, if only you'd wipe away my dismay 
Give me a second to breathe in ease
I'll just do whatever I please while you act like a tease

Verse 6: I want you to know that I need space for now, so leave me alone 
Give me some time to think things through clearly...give me a reason to live
Give me a minute to breathe until I can't breathe anymore...on my own...you didn't answer your phone 
Let me see this dilemma in the right perspective - let me take pace in this race of who to forgive
I will forgive you for leaving me behind
Felt jaded many times, so I don't mind 
I miss you, breathing here with me
I miss you, holding me tight, never setting me free
That's the way it should've been...
I must move on and repent of holding on to sin
My heart deep within has cradled faith close,
But it's paper-thin, so I, the hopeless boy, get hunted down by lows that haunt me with past humiliating woes
Defeated and dejected 
Give me a second to breathe in hope and breathe out dread

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Jayne Eggins | Details |

I hate Mother's Day

Its been over 27 years coming
 this missive or letter,
 maybe poem ? 

I HATE Mother’s day !!
 with a passion ... I've said it ...
 The sheer relief is palpitating
 a load of my mind, and body,
 slithers away peacefully knowingly,
 just to see those words in writing,
 Actually I find the words out of reach
 to express my utter relief, just now 

Don’t get me wrong,
 It’s not that I don’t love or
 want to celebrate my mother
 or lack feeling for her
 Oh ! it’s completely the opposite 

Not only does it remind me what I miss (her)
 but it also reminds me, what,
 what I always felt I lacked
 (as a mother I mean), and I've felt
 it for many years, since my first 

My mother and hers and my father and his
 set the standards so high, so very high
 that I thought hey, I'm smart ?
 I can be a mother a better mother
 like no other, like no other indeed !

I remember receiving gifts
 being overwhelmed with joy
 that first mother’s day
 I was graced with that love
 and all those crazy
 Motherly emotions, we mothers feel
 I felt gratitude for all that
 and so much more 

But then doubt crawled into mind
 setting up house, making a home
 that would last the whole lifetime
 of my eldest son, until these past
 days filled with agony, measured
 no longer in minutes or hours
 but in each moment of pain 

I felt I hadn’t been there enough
 I knew, or thought I knew
 I hadn't loved them 'enough'
 or soothed their pains
 or made their bed 'enough',
 Jesus, the shit I poured
 down my own back 

I lack many things, though
 I had wisp of a dream
 that hope would win,
 I'd be a mother, like my own
 but that wasn't to be

life changed like a hurricane
 I lived one life and then
 another took its place
 no better or worse,
 just different 

my children never went without,
 then they did for more years
 than the former, I felt the pain
 each time I said 'no' but always
 tried to rob Peter paying Paul his due
 and went without, yes even food 

then slowly as times sands swiftly
 drew threw the hourglass
 they all left, got jobs, found love
 and made lives without me,
 I never get to see them much
 some more than others 

over time it’s taken its toll
 I thought lack of contact
 spoke about the mother I was
 how much I was loved
 I was right,
 it was saying something
 just not what I thought 

I have saved two of mine
 from the very hands of death,
 I have went without sleep
 for more reasons than I care to list
 I have answered the phone
 in the dead of night
 spoken about everything
 and nothing 

I missed a call to bail a man out
 but alas it was the one night
 I have known the hands of sleep
 all night, for a very long time
 so I forgive myself, even if he doesn't 

I have slaved and went without sleep
 Christmas night, just to see their
 little faces in the morning
 I always tried my best hoping
 and praying, yes praying !,
 (to that one in the second row
 Saying, "I always knew she prayed")

Some will take a shot at a guess
 at why I write this just now this close
 to a day that should be celebrated
 for all mothers the good ones and the bad 

It’s because even a bad mother can love
 with every fiber of her beautiful soul,
 even a bad mother can be a good mother
 on those days that end with a child’s peace 

As my days trickle to hours and minutes
 I know mothers never ever stop being mothers
 yes even the bad ones, can love forever
 with passion that burns from her womb 

There is a feeling that only a mother can feel
 and I don’t mean just birth mothers,
 I mean all mothers Biological or not
 they all feel it in their hearts and minds
 in their bodies and souls
 even the children she gave homes to
 (but not life), in doing so
 is giving a life to without
 knowing first breath,
 and yet still carry with them a love
 they will always bare
 then as times hand lays his head
 and says enough, she is gone 

it is now on this Mother’s Day
 I say, I hate mother’s day even more
 because I am a motherless child
 wishing for just a few moments more
 so I could tell my mother
 she was the best mother, like no other,
 Because she was mine 

--- 

Postscript:-

there’s a lesson here for you children
 those lucky enough to still have their mother
 give her a call and just say I love you, then hang up !!
 let her think what a "cray cray crazy" child she has
 but wouldn’t change for anything even life
 and I bet she smiles ... eventually 

time will never stand for no man or woman,
 So love your mother and tell her, once a week ? maybe? 

To my kindred souls who have felt the loss
 and the stinging cut of the wounds
 that drip with grief from their loss
 today I hate Mother’s day too ......

but there's a lasting but here,
 I forgive my beautiful soul,
 I gave 'enough', it was all I had ...

Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

That Somebody is No Body

That someone isn't the right one for me...
Yeah, I have to live with a broken heart of envy
I  thought I was yours and then, I'm not anymore
I probably That someone isn't the right one for me...
Yeah, I have to live with a broken heart of envy
I thought I was yours and then, I'm not anymore
I probably never was...you and I played along with this affair...that's such a bore!

Pre-ch: I guess I'm sorry for acting like an attention whore...
Hopelessly in love without knowing the awful aftershocks of it
I'm in distress and I feel there's no hope in store
Helplessly falling a thousand feet under ground...no longer on my feet in this bottomless pit 

Chorus: But, that someone isn't the right on for me
Somebody got to rescue my soul, so down in the debris 
In the debris of damaging love and dark lusts from the evil heart
I'm going to keep searching for that love of my life...before I, alone, break apart
That someone isn't the right one for me
That someone isn't the right one for me
That someone isn't the right one for me
I need somebody to love me...love me... was...you and I played along with this affair...that's such a bore!

Pre-ch: I guess I'm sorry for acting like an attention whore...
Hopelessly in love without knowing the awful aftershocks of it
I'm in distress and I feel there's no hope in store
Helplessly falling a thousand feet under ground...no longer on my feet in this bottomless pit 

Chorus: But, that someone isn't the right on for me
Somebody got to rescue my soul, so down in the debris 
In the debris of damaging love and dark lusts from the evil heart
I'm going to keep searching for that love of my life...before I, alone, break apart
That someone isn't the right one for me
That someone isn't the right one for me
That someone isn't the right one for me
I need somebody to love me...love me...
Jovial spirits are as low as low can be 

I adored you just today, but I'm too late to my dismay
Now, the mist of misery sweeps over me today
Today...today...today...
I was all out of luck...in the dumps 
The dusk has come here to stay
I just need to suck it up...going through wrong turns and bumps 

Pre-ch: I guess I'm sorry for acting like an attention whore...
Hopelessly in love without knowing the awful aftershocks of it
I'm in distress and I feel there's no hope in store
Helplessly falling a thousand feet under ground...no longer on my feet in this bottomless pit 

Chorus: But, that someone isn't the right on for me
Somebody got to rescue my soul, so down in the debris 
In the debris of damaging love and dark lusts from the evil heart
I'm going to keep searching for that love of my life...before I, alone, break apart
That someone isn't the right one for me
That someone isn't the right one for me
That someone isn't the right one for me
I need somebody to love me...love me...
Jovial spirits are as low as low can be 

I can't even look at your photos because you rejected me so
You think everything's okay, but I don't think so...and I want you to know
That I have fallen for you and then, it just didn't work out 
I'm not going through another racing thoughts of doubt 
I thought love was a cherishing game to play
I thought hate couldn't enter my heart this foggy, hallow day 

Pre-ch: I guess I'm sorry for acting like an attention whore...
Hopelessly in love without knowing the awful aftershocks of it
I'm in distress and I feel there's no hope in store
Helplessly falling a thousand feet under ground...no longer on my feet in this bottomless pit 

Chorus: But, that someone isn't the right on for me
Somebody got to rescue my soul, so down in the debris 
In the debris of damaging love and dark lusts from the evil heart
I'm going to keep searching for that love of my life...before I, alone, break apart
That someone isn't the right one for me
That someone isn't the right one for me
That someone isn't the right one for me
I need somebody to love me...love me...
Jovial spirits are as low as low can be 

You were the thief in the night
That took away my delightful light
How can I forgive you?
How can you be so cruel?
How can you leave me blue?
How can I forget you, my almost-empty love fuel?

That someone is no one
That someone is no one
No one at all...
But I'll still stand tall
Though my heart is beating in appall 
Oh God, hear me as I call...call...

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Spy Breidenthal -part 1-

“Without you, now I see
How fragile the world can be
And I know you've gone away,
But in my heart you'll always stay”  –Katie Melua


There is a peculiar feeling I remember experiencing when the news came I suppose people who have experienced the sudden death of a loved one would understand My heart grew heavy; my body felt weak… Yet there was still a part of me that simply didn’t want to fully believe it I felt as if my entire body was overflowing with black grief, Swirling in circular motions all throughout my blood and brain Stumbling with heightening realization and heartache, I ran down the stairs and out the door I searched around for him, scared to see him, but needing to see him… My sister motioned over to where he was lying… “No…no…” I ran across the street to him, and sat there at the curb staring at him I cried out in utter shock and pain, Sobbing at the sight of my cat stiff as stone, bloated and bloodied I had never thought I would see him this way His eyes were opened; a couple of flies were crawling on his ears, And he was lying in a small puddle of brown liquid I knew it was him even at a distance, but I had to check for certain Perhaps there was hope… As bad as it sounded, maybe it was another black cat… Maybe Spy was still laying in the grass contently, safe from harm Scaring away the large flies, I felt his tail till I came to the very end of it, where I felt the bend This little crook of the tail confirmed it was no other cat but Spy Spy - the best cat I have ever had the pleasure to call my own My tears fell upon his fur, the hot California sun beating down upon us He was my best friend He was my pride and joy…he was my sweet black cat, And I loved him with all of my heart I think Spy deserves recognition for what he has done for me and my family Yes, he was just a cat, but to me, he was so much more than that He was family, and he was the closest friend I could ever have Sitting at the curb sobbing, barefoot, hair a mess, not caring who saw me, I set my hand on the fur that wasn’t already damp and mucky My original thought of someone running him over with a car disappeared immediately Half his face was messed up His teeth were shattered Inconceivable pain still lingered on his dead, cloudy eyes I lifted each of his paws, examining them, and saw that each claw was severed, And shards of the claws dangled in various areas Deep blade wounds were evident as well… With a heartrending groan, I knew someone did this to him And this understanding curdled my blood and rattled my bones Someone had done this… Honestly, I wanted to be angry at whoever was involved in the death of Spy, But instead, all I could do was feel sadness and cry A part of me blamed myself of course I should have kept him inside… I should have watched over him better… I should have known something was wrong when he didn’t visit my room that night… I should have...I should have... But now it is just too late… A man with a short brown beard, plaid shirt And a navy blue hat approached me slowly, Holding a shoebox, a sad expression on his face "Here's... a box you can put him in," He said faintly. Being shy, I didn't want to look at him, but I did, And his eyes were glistening in sadness. Still shaking with sobs, I thanked him And began lifting Spy into the box Rather a big cat, I had some difficulty, But anything was better than leaving him there Lying in the dirty gutter collecting flies and other insects He said, "I am really sorry about your cat..." There was a silence, save for my crying, And he crouched down near me for a little while. All I could give him was a weak "Thank you." I wanted to hug him To tell him that he was so kind to stop and help... I think what we regret the most is not taking action, Not saying the right words, or not being there at the right time Yet he took action…a stranger, he was there for me, And he cried with me…. What a blessing he was to me in that moment

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Meredith Manley | Details |

Frozen Soul Within Her Heart

    Frozen Soul Within Her Heart-  
	  She's Terrified to Feel  

Her shadowed past still haunts her-
each night as every light-
fades back into the darkness,
as ghostly beings rise.
She gave her heart to someone,
and promised ne'er to change,
the feelings that belonged to him,
and ne'er her heart to age.
Yet in her own desires,
and every wond'ring dream-
the aspirations that she felt,
would only cause him pain.
He swore he'd never leave her,
and that he'd love her true-
that every day he'd wait for her,
and no one else would do.
Within a year that promise he'd broke,
as he- lost in his passion-
danced and wooed another girl,
and soon was holy wedded.
As any foolish girl would do-
she continued to hold on to-
the memories and the broken dreams,
and the promise of “I do.” 
Looking back she now can see,
that neither of them were,
perfect for the other-
but the feelings still remain.
And truly in all thankfulness,
she escaped a nightmare vow-
But still it often feels,
as if his own opinion,
left her feeling as if-
no one really wants her.
And in reacting to the pain-
the broken hearts and dreams,
the bitter end of being wanted-
and loved for who she is,
she seems to be the girl that leaves,
that can't remain in place-
because if chance should open her heart-
she's terrified of what that might mean.
If she remains in a single place,
and watches his children be born,
or slowly recognize the fact,
that another is creating a heart-storm,
she's terrified that she'll learn to feel-
and have to once again,
give way to emotions bigger-
that she won't be able to reign in.
she's scared that if she'd stayed
she'd forget to learn to fly-
that she may lose the desire-
to escape the poisoned night.
That if she'd stay the constant sight-
of friends so close to her,
will eventually get lost among the thoughts,
of wanting something more to be.
Already she's been used and tossed,
a toy thrown in the wind,
a passing thought of shape and form,
to ne'er be thought of again.
Yet, even beyond that there are a few-
who seem to follow her every move,
who seem to wish that she was theirs',
and that “their” story would be the Truth.
she's scared that if she'll stay,
these emotions will actually get in her way-
and those people who she calls-
her friends and respects,
will become so much more
than any of that.
As crazy or weird-
as any of that may be,
she's scared that she'll mess up-
the friends she has around her.
That she will become this stalking girl,
the ex's worst nightmare in real life unfurled.
Time is said to heal the wounds,
how much time- no one really knows.  
Her darkest deepest secrets, 
her hidden- longing fears-
are silent as the grave,
yet always whispering in her ear.
She doesn't want to be a toy,
a object for the rest of her life,
an image that guys can idolize,
at a “never commit to” pace. 
She's scared that she'll end up,
lonely and lost and old,
the old spinster, old maid, old friend,
that watches her siblings kids.
As friend after friend,
or acquaintances too,
readily pair up and leave,
She's left to watch their progress,
and wonder when it will be 'me'.
She's so deeply deeply lonely,
the pain inside her chest,
is palpable and tangible,
although she keeps it hid.
And all of these emotions,
are locked up inside of her,
no one knows that she's so lost,
or confused as some don't believe her to be.
She's terribly lost, confused, and small,
and is it so wrong to want it all?
To be loved and touched and thought about,
above all others and cared for throughout?
Maybe someday, when she's 74-
sitting in a rocker outside of her door,
her 'lonely' path won't seem as bad,
as it does this night- as she sits on her bed,
and wonders and waits and wishes away,
but all of this pain- seems is her permanent mate. 
And so she's left to simply breathe-
and fight and claw each day-
to find the strength to continue-
as she desperately cries and prays.
And beneath all of the surface, 
below the sunny sky-
frozen soul within her heart,
she's terrified to feel.

~Meredith A. Manley

Copyright © Meredith Manley | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Dennis East | Details |

Dead and buried TWICE

As years go by I think of friends and people from my past.
Where are they now, what did they do, the years go by so fast.
I thought it time to contact some - and one guy in particular.
We were best of pals on motorbikes and all things deemed "vehicular."

I searched for him the usual way, in phone lists and on line,
And drew a blank and found 'not known' most every flipping time.
His googled name had no results, where can old Dave be skiving,
So being smart, I searched his name with his hobby - deep sea diving.

Well, there he was and in a club, and listed as a member.
So I sent an email to the link, with facts I could remember.
I told of how I'd searched for Dave, and how diving came to mind,
And to see him mentioned on their site was such a lucky find.

It was almost three weeks later, someone emailed back to me,
It said, “thank you for your contact, phone this number after three.”
So kind of them to pass me on, Dave's number would be handy,
But when dialed, I got the club line - and a nice guy, name of Andy.

Well he thanked me for my email and then told me I should sit……,
He said.” I have some news to tell you, I said "oh no, can't be - blip."
He said, "it's really hard to tell you this; you've guessed he's not alive,
You see we lost Dave eighteen months back as we surfaced from a dive.

Oh, the news it hit me so very hard, and it shook me to the core,
And then Andy poured the details out and told me even more.
He said, they all had made the surface at the end of one long day,
And that nobody had noticed that poor Dave had slipped away.

So they searched the sea relentlessly with lifeboats joining in.
And though they tried all through the night, no trace was found of him.
Eventually they had to stop, as the currents were that strong.
There was no way he'd survived it, he'd been out of sight too long.

So they organised his funeral and held the service at the docks,
And they gave him one great send-off, though with nothing in the box.
And then nearly six weeks later, when his wife had said, “Amen.”
A trawler caught him in their net  - and they did it all again.

Well, I said my thanks to Andy for the way he let me know,
And I said that I shall miss my mate, but have to let him go.
It was almost four days down the road, that Andy called me back,
And he offered Dave's wife's number, in case I felt the need to chat.

We then went on to laugh at Dave, as stories we exchanged.
How he’d such a sense of humour and no fun was out of range.
Then Andy said a little thing that made my ears prick up,
Saying “Dave was such a great big guy and as playful as a pup.”

Now it's true that Dave was puppy like, and loved to play the dope.
But, my Dave was more a sapling shape, more like a length of rope.
How tall was he, how much he weighed, filled me with sudden joy,
And elated realisation that his Dave….. was not my boy.

I could feel my heart start pounding; I was like a little kid.
And I set about a brand new search to find out where Dave hid.
My wife and I, we searched for days, until we found a clue,
I'd been looking in the wrong place, ex-directory from our view.

So we climbed into the electoral roll, as it doesn’t let you hide,
And there was our dear David, with sweet and blushing bride.
I rang them up and got his wife and told her of my plight,
And she told me David worked away and won’t be back that night.

Then very soon he rang me back; it was like a call from God.
We sat and talked an hour or more, as I thought I’d lost the sod.
He told me that he worked away and off-shore on a boat,
And I told him how I mourned the git while he was off afloat.

And the moral of this story is - when you’re looking for your mate,
Be sure to leave no stone un-turned as you investigate.
Don’t settle for the facts too soon, be sure inside your head,
As it’s worth it when you get one back - especially from the dead.
 

Copyright © Dennis East | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Katee Surface | Details |

My Little Boy Lost

My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as I looked for my boy, 
Even passed our play spot, but in my sight, not even a toy.
After everywhere I thought that I could go, 
There was one place, but it can't be right, this is all I know.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, can't find you,
Why can't I feel you near?

This evening begins as I lay to rest my head, 
There are some things I'm unsure of, 
Like making your tiny bed.
Oh God, whats happening, haven't I counted your toes?
What about cradling your head or kissing your little nose?
What are these things I am unsure of, have I even done? 
Where are you, where are you my precious son?

Mommy lays here, in tears, her face on something cold.
Where are you my son, it's you I need to hold.
I've searched all day, it's turning into night,
I'm tired, I'm lost, but I still won't give up this fight.
My eyes start to close, slumber is far too near 
If I fall asleep, I may miss seeing you my dear.

Next thing I know, as I wake to the sun.
Wondering what it is, what has been done?
As I sit, my eyes focus, I start to look around.
Then, for some reason, they are drawn to the ground.
As I look, I see what has become,
This can't be, what's happening, where am I my son?

That cold my face last night laid upon, 
Was a marker, with your name, 
Of your body my little one.
Those things I wasn't sure if I'd ever done, 
Were but the memories, I'd hoped to make with you my son.

You were here, I know you were here 
My beautiful, precious son.
You were in mommies arms, such a little one.
As though it were as simple as reading a book,
I start to realize
These tangled webs have become unhooked.

That tug, that pull that led your mommy here, 
It was your spirit, it was your soul, 
It was your heart my little dear.

Here you were, here you were, 
Right with me, so very near.
My little boy, my son, 
Mommies little one was here.
You see? You led me where I needed to go.
For it was well past the time,
To accept this I know.

I feel a tug, I feel a pull.
I feel like I need to hurry, 
Like I have to go.
There is someone I remember,
I need to get to I know.
He's a small one, a little boy. 
He's your brother, my son, 
He's pulling, he's tugging, 
Needing mommy my little one.
I have to leave, I have to go, 
To find my baby, my son.

Oh Thank You my boy,
For bringing me here.
For letting my mind begin to see clear.
You showed me the way, 
I now see the light.
I am so close, so near in this dark night.

So here you are, here you are, 
With mommy, my baby is so very near.
You are in my heart, my mind, 
And this little brother of yours, my dear.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost, 
it's you I have found.
You were there with me,
as I slept on that ground.

Hello? My son, are you here?
I can see you, mommy found you, 
In my arms I hold you so near.
I've bathed you, I've clothed you, 
And cradled your head.
I counted your toes,
I bent in and kissed that little nose.
As you fell asleep in your bed.

Without him, 
Would these be memories
we are making my dear?
Without him would mommy, 
Be able to hold you so near?

We have a little angel to watch over us for all nights.
In spirit, with us, his soul,
Our endless guiding light.
He's your big brother, my son, my precious little one. 
He's right here, a part of you, 
Never again to be gone.

My little boy lost, my little boy lost,
It's you, I can see.
I have to Thank You 
For guiding me!

Copyright © Katee Surface | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Tyronne James | Details |

Her

My love for you is brighter than the Sun
My heart is addicted and you are my drug,
I am committed to this like prison but I am not convicted 
Because my soul has risen, you are a white light through a prism
I don't care who knows, ask me and I'll admit it,
You came to me, Was spirit was broken and you fixed it
I'll admit that I came face to face with your apparition  
I was a victim in the hospital And I was admitted
Into your care, you were the only one who was permitted
Or who had permission to enter my heart but the transition was hard
I was stuck in remission and my vision was clouded, my mind was dark
With you I feel like I am completely limitless
No need for remarks...
For the light to the dark, back to sun rays, walking alone in the park
Sitting on a bench, waiting for you to take my heart, 
Waiting for the flame to be ignited by this spark
I know that two years in is not the end, it's only the start
I still miss you when you leave, I crave you when you stay
Girl, you have definitely left your mark
I want to tell you so many things
I wash I had the words, but my tongue is in a sling, 
I want to run to you but I think I'll sprint,
Because running without you just doesn't seem to make sense
Without you in my life I would have no strength,
I would constantly be on edge, constantly slipping of the ledge...
It's intense when your heart has no cost but it can be an expense
When life gets you down and you realize this person is all you have left
You want to engrave them on your heart just like a crest, 
When this life shoots to kill, you are my bullet proof vest
Everyone else is a lie and you are the truest influence to every aspect of 
my existence
My life contains more than enough evidence
What everyone thinks is irrelevant 
All their thoughts make people skeptical,
I wanna love you until the Sun and the stars are gone
My love is unique on a celestial level it's something special
You lift me so high you make my body feel like a vessel
A beautiful Spring day with flowers blooming, this is not accidental
This is precious, I will never forget it, I will always remember you
Never to neglect you or disrespect you, there's not even a potential
Instead of being stagnant, my love is kinetic, always moving,
Not worrying about the incidentals, 
If I were sad, you would be my anti-depressant
My love for you is like concrete, it's dense, it makes me feel confident
Even when life had me down and I almost lost my shit,
At the end of it all I still got my gift, 
I didn't even hit it and I got my lift
I love you more than the Sun loves the sky,
More than the desert loves the rain,
So much so that it cannot be defined
Your love is like a rainbow,
It symbolizes a new day... 
When I am low enough to dig a hole through the earth
It's like I can fly while I am with you, I am not lying in this verse
With you I feel the opposite of cursed, 
I am on the other side of hurt, came from the other end of the world
Got dragged out the dirt because I was tied to this girl
I hit the bottom of the ocean, hopeless. Searching for a pearl, choking...
Heart stopped working, but I could not stop these urges, I wasn't coping
I was yearning for something perfect
I had no idea I was going learn from it
After all these years, do I love you?
That's an Affirmative!
Your love is fresh and organic with no added preservatives
My heart was sensitive and you took care of it; I deserved it
No carelessness, If you left me, I could never bear with it,
I am scared of it... 













Copyright © Tyronne James | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Olufemi Oloye | Details |

I WILL MISS US

I WILL MISS US

I've witnessed seasons
Year in year out
I've seen faces dark and fair
I've met pple strangers and known
Many of a kind, humble and arrogant
I've met, meeting and still gonna meet

Not all the thick clouds is for rain
Not all the bright skies bring sunshine
Not all the springs give fountains
Not even all the smiling faces give you joy

I'm lucky to see a face that gave me joy
A face that gave me reason to smile
A name that sticks to my mouth and lines my heart
Not just a face, but a beautiful one at that

We may be new in days
Even strangers in a far land
But we found our roots
And chose to stick tugeda
We chose to be tugeda
And tugeda we remain

Our moments tugeda had bn rosier 
Moments we can describe as a dash to the moon
Moments memorable like a dinner in the air
Moments of smiles and laughters
Moments we feel like babies and pets in each other's hands
These are moments second to none in our histories. 
They live and shall live in it till eternity. 

Moment has come again Moment of test and and trials
Moments we stretch our hands and no one to hold
Times we lay and no head to place on my chest
Times no finger to cuddle my nipples nor the tongue to make me feel awe and Waohhhhhh

Moments I wish you whisper into my ears for me to feel that sensational feels down my nerves
Moments I wanna be overwhelmed by your presence
Moments I wanna be drenched with your kisses
Moments to stick you your blossom like my life depends on it

These are the moments I dread and scared of
These are the moments I wish could pass over
Moments I wish I could speak and make it pass
Moments when silence ll send tears down my cheek and leave me speechless

Leave me not without breath
Leave me not with the unrest
Leave me not when I need you
Lemme not scream too loud before you hear my voice
Speak to me in that language I understand
Scold me not to bring me down
Correct me in love and affection
Make me feel loved and needed
Make my mind reach you each time I search for you

My heart goes with you
Likewise it delights in you as u depart
Such as delighted as I was when you gave me your heart
Shade me, never shame me
Rate me, never hate me
Live with me, never leave me
With u I wanna spend a life time
For in you I've seen all I like

I stay by the window
With the curtain hanging in my hands
I peep thru the long lonely street
I gaze into the air like I could send it on errand
Wish the breeze could tell me where you are
I wish it could tell you how I miss you
Could it tell you how I long to see your lovely face again
I wish my wishes are lyrics
I'll sing it in foreign tongues
And write it in many languages

Wish I could lure the birds to back me up
The breeze to help modulate
Would my voice be sonorous
Or would it be electrifying
Would it make sense to you
Would you smile for me
Would it make you cry
Would the tears roll for me
Would it would it would it....

Till we see in warm hug
Till I lift you in the air
Looking into ur eyes in the air with a warm and affectionate smile
I wait for the day like the camel waiting upon the the arrival of the rivers
Line the dry grasses longing after the coming of the rain

The grassland ll be green again
The cloud ll be clear to see
The river clean to drink
The sunshine ll light our world again
And the kids ll jump for joy
This is the day on my mind
The day of your return

Till then, I'll miss a life we lived
Love you till beyond now

(FM CONCEPTUAL)

Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Russell Banks | Details |

Undivided Affection

I need a little change of pace
take a flight to outer space
make an attempt to paint a face
upon a planet without moons
make an attempt to just spin across the rings of Saturn
I just need a little change of pace
change of air, change of atmosphere
maybe I'll sing a ballad of Myria
Well I could but if I should 
I'd just be singing another lovesick ballad
of another fish who swam off the hook
I'd just be singing another lovesick ballad
how I had to part ways
from an angel so far away
I will go as far as to admit
I have no grievance with her
I have no bad tidings to wear out her name
I have no complaints
just one small regret
well I'll make it two
for I wish I had more time to be with her
for I wish I still had the chance to speak with her
All I have is a few pictures
all I have is a few pictures
and a few memories
of those late nights we stayed up and talked
of how she caught my eye
in full black and white makeup
sprinkled with a shiny ruby red
to create her mask of her favorite comic book villain
Maybe it was her eyes
maybe it was her personality
maybe it was how she seemed extraordinary
something I hadn't seen everyday
which caught my attention
snuck in and pulled the string
to give her my undivided affection
I could have called it love at first sight
but love didn't arise for a few days
a few weeks
I chose not to rush
but my plans go awry at first light
Still I cannot deny
she was my ray of sunshine
through my darkest November
she was my ray of sunshine
from mid October to early November
she was special
a marigold amongst dead weeds
a butterfly in a symphony of wasps
a perfect white cloud surrounded by hectic weather
She was special
oh Myria
She was special
still there's not much left I can say
guess it's her I miss to this day
I could conduct a search to find her
I could try to find her number and call her
I gave it thought
fished it out of the water
but I tossed it right back
for what if she is doing better without me
happier without me
I was a greedy old scrooge
with a mix of kind love and tenderness
but still greed showed more
so what...
I don't know
a misplace of context
for now I have lost my train of thought
for now my brain is scrambled
and my words have become rocks
Let me be honest
she was not perfect
Let me be honest
she was definitely worth it
Worth the month I spent 
in fooled eyes
Worth the month I spent
wishing to hold her in my arms
as she planned to drive miles to be with me
Worth the month I spent
whispering tales of how she was my angel
sent from heaven
whispering tales of how she was my beautiful earth angel
telling her I would never leave
In my heart, my promise still remains true
Myria, I will never forget you
In my head, I ask myself is my promise still true
Myria, where are you
In reality, some would say I am just foolish
but Myria, I was a fool just in simple love with you
Myria, I could send a search party to find you
Myria, I could find your number once again and call you
a fished out thought
but I tossed it back 
and let it swim for the rest of its life
Myria, for you could be doing better off without me
Myria, for you could be happier without me
for I was a greedy scrooge
but I'd do anything to make it all up to you
Hey Myria
I love you
Hey Myria
I will never forget you
but Myria
I will forever miss you
and cradle you in my dreams
well for my famous last words
well for a fond memory
to spend forever with you

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

Long Poems