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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 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 Robert Candler | Details |

The Doctor Is A Dead Man Walking

Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say, 
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

And he was always right,
Never missed a color, fabric, style or size.
He even knew the necessary alterations.
Customers couldn’t believe their ears and eyes.

Meanwhile, in another part of town,
Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine
For every minute for more than five years,
It had driven him near insane.

He’d lost his job to the pain.
Then, he lost his wife.
He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept.
Yes, his was a miserable life.

And, of course,  sex was out of the question…
Even a little self-abuse.
There was nothing left for Joe but pain.
He felt his life was of no use.

So, Joe went to his doctor.
“Doc, please help me end this pain.
Give me something to make me sleep
And never wake up again.”

“You know I can’t assist your suicide.”,
Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed.
“I never dreamed it would last five years,
But I know how to end the pain.”

“You can make it go away?!
Tell me, Doc!  What’s the word?”
“I’ll have to remove your testicles.”
Was the last thing that Joe heard.

But…when he came to, it struck him.
Sex was out of the question anyway;
But he might enjoy his meals again,
And he could sleep for days.

“Please check me in, Doc.
This opportunity I cannot shirk.”
So, the doctor removed his testicles.
He did his very best work.

A few days later, Joe waddled along,
Headache free and feeling pretty nice;
But every attractive woman he saw 
Reminded him of his sacrifice.

He decided it was appropriate
To do something nice for himself for a change.
So, he went into a travel agency;
And a six month cruise he arranged.

As he left the travel agency,
He was excited, feeling ready to go;
But for such a glorious adventure,
He would need new clothes.

As he walked along, he saw Bob’s Men's Store.
He walked in, only to hear Bob say,
“Hello.  I’m Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

“How could you know?” asked Joe.
“It’s a gift.  I don’t know how, but I do.
You’ve suffered five years with an ailment,
Found relief, so now you’re taking a cruise.” 

Joe could not believe his ears.
How could this stranger possibly know?
"You're right! That's amazing!
And I'm going to need new clothes." 

Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe
All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size.
Joe was incredibly impressed.
He could hardly believe his ears and eyes.

“How do you like the wardrobe?”
“It’s wonderful!”  Bob could see that Joe was pleased.
“Now,” said Bob, “What about undergarments;
You know…shorts and tees?

Let’s see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton.
I believe that you prefer white….
And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s.
Yes, I'm sure that’s right.”

Joe beamed, “You’re an amazing talent
And I just this second realized,
You've laid out this entire wardrobe
And only missed one size.”

Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, “Really?
What did I miss?  I did my best for you.”
“Well…you’re right.” said Joe, “I do wear Jockeys,
But…well…I wear 32s.

“Oh, no!” said Bob with an ugly grimace.
“That would be a serious mistake.
Thirty-twos will cramp your balls, 
You’ll get migraine headaches.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

CAPTIVATED

What is it in knowing you that makes my awareness
come alive . My thoughts of you are ever present . You
lead me to consider , good and evil , life and death to
see more clearly our own minuteness yet be ever aware
of the grandeur of life . To be consciously mindful and
electrified , awestruck if you will with the mind blowing
extent of it’s vastness and it’s possibilities , of being
able to consider love and    enjoyment. You renew my
spirit which had waned , and lain in exhaustion dealing
with the worlds pursuit and desire, the endless struggle
to keep from drowning in the history of men in which an
ever present portion of our species seek to control what
we think , what we are allowed . You can watch them re-
peatedly lie , constantly barraging with misinformation.
I am tired of the voices , never addressing the hypocrisy
of it. I need that childhood again , we could just play
together , happily and explore stuff and be excited every
time we saw each other. I admit I got little of that but
I remember the good because when something like it rarely
happens it makes those “little” experiences supremely
noticeable like “wow” noticeable. I can say only one of
the families I lived with would rate an A+ , most I would
suspect a D- and that’s my own wrong turn. Being one
inheriting my behavior and thought by the usual means
those who influence you and tradition . Picking ones way
out of that nut shell and my own study of life well I
found what ever said was not always correct even if I
thought I agreed . But what you have taught me keeps me
on a course ever growing into that fullness of the face
you have allowed me to look upon .Most of the time I seem
short on everything , until you are here , and everything
is all right again . I have missed you , I’ve written you
a lot. The day I met you , you opened the door for me and
through it came understanding , sight , and perspective
and the puzzle is taking shape and being put together.
I’m sometimes unsure if I want to see it’s completion or
just be somewhere where I can enjoy the journey. Come on
now I don’t want to leave the joy of your company and
face that testament to man’s insanity , and it’s temple
of the worlds governments. You can see it coming , the
corporations eating up the land , conscripting the citizens
, the same same , nothing new under the sun except the
window dressing . The shades are always drawn and dark
they prefer you to have “limited vision” . So seeking
your company exceedingly pleases me. What you have taught
I have stored up and you principles are ever before me.
I have examined your word and found it truthful , there
fore I will always lift you up . These are my words to
you . I have put them to pen so I might remember and walk
again in them. You restore my heart and bring me comfort.
But I have to mention the ones who amaze and hold my
attentions . I swear that they experience the most awful
things yet they pick up , dust themselves off , and give
a hand to others up on the way . I’m thinking I like these
ones a lot , just saying . I’ll write you again soon . In
the mean time I’m keeping this one a while before I send
it …You’re always on my mind.

COPYRIGHT © 2016
C Michael Miller
PoetryofProvidence

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Andrey Peysin | Details |

Ignorance is Bliss

Treat me 
Like a king
I need me
to a fin
I am so dreadful sometimes I am a handful
I think that you think that I think you are dreamy
I think that you know that I think that I'm screaming
I wonder where I am going I wonder what I am seeing
I wonder where I am silenced and beautiful you are now dreaming
I think of all the things that you have done and wronged
I wonder what I have found what it is to be with someone
I like your discounts
I like the way that you count sounds
I think that you're crazy and crazily rounded into a fraction
I think that you think of me as an action
I know you not
I know you not like a snot ridden discount infested twat
I think you think me hot
I know ...
I think you think me hot 
I believe in the way you kiss because it is such a dream
I think it is the way ...that you make me scream
the end
I believe it to be
The silence grew...out of an uncomfortable pause
I glanced at you and you have an ounce of shame
I believed 
I then flamed
I think you are twice shy and once renewed
I rebirth you
I 
You
You are so fleeting
You are deceiving and yet I am so entranced by the sound of your voice I can't help it
You are so truthful it makes me cringe at the sound of the words coming out of your mouth
You make me believe in the myth's of the world
You make me go through the turn based key unlock me systems
I wonder the pains you take to make me miss them
You are so wonderful I so don't diss them
I have asked and asked and received not one bit
the truth of the matter is that I am not licked
I know you you know me not
You know me as something forgot
I think you now have done something wonderful and want me to make you a plain fool
You can't have me as one
I am already there
You can't bend one
I don't care
I simply am who I am and a dutiful me can't be bothered to climb up a round about tree
Like a glove our relationship fits perfectly
how dare you make me question you ...your sanity my vanity
my unlike me want it all I simply can't care enough about it all
I bend you at your will
I send you shivering and quivering all down the spine
I wander and wonder how does that make you feel
I know you are so splendid and lately it makes me squeal
How..
You ask me this now?
I dare not answer and make you a master
I want nothing more than a disaster to action word me into space and laughter
How dare you
How could you
How can you
How must you
What ...
I don't want to know
the answer to this is too wrong and it doesn't make us grow
I simply think that you are what you are and I am what I am and we can't make new plans
I don't want to think of it now
I don't want to make amends
I want to make you gone
I want to make you grow
I don't know...I just don't know
what do I want 
I want a relationship consisting of an actual friendship
how dare I ask for that first or foremost, honestly
Does it matter now?
How dare you **** and leave and ...wow.
Just wow,
I think of things to say and this 
comes nothing out and everything's amiss
I think what fool
what fool you are and were
I danced and you have made me whore.

Copyright © Andrey Peysin | Year Posted 2013


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