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Long poem by Kim van Breda | Details |

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


Long poem by Amber Stratton | Details |

Vows

I had completely given up on life.
I thought there was nothing else in my life to live for.
Then we met again.
I do not know what happened but something inside me lit up.
I could not figure out what was inside this dead heart that caused it to spark to life.
I thought I had loved the real love but this was harder to stop.
Harder more to not give into what is called the unknown emotions of life.
Then you told me you wanted me for me.
I did not know what to do.
Most of me said not to go; not to hurt the MAN in front of me.
When that faithful day came, you told me the absolute truth about loving me.
The moment my heart left my chest I had to chase after it.
My heart led me straight to you; into your arms and into the happiness I needed.
Now I sit here wondering when I will see your handsome face.
Wondering when you will be able to tell me everything and anything on your mind.
Before we got together or even met up again, I did not want a family.
There is something about you alone that caught me, my curiosity.
When your lips fell upon mine, my breath disappears like being stolen right out of me.
When you whisper my name, my voice cuts out and I cannot make a sound. 
When I fell your breath on my neck, it sends boiling hot shivers up and down my spine.
When I felt your first touch of the day, it sent a feeling through my body that I don’t know.
I believed and thought why did I get chosen to experience this, but I now do not care.
Now I believe this happened for a reason but that reason I do not know either.
Like the old saying goes, “True love is one of a kind and soulmates are once in a lifetime.”
I had never felt like this before that first time I knew you were my dark prince.
I felt so many different positive sensations.
I did not know where to begin to explain.
Everything I thought about love that did not apply to me.
Then, well…I’m glad it does now.
Everything I thought about life that I would not get to experience.
Everything up to that moment of utter happiness with you, I went through hell.
From being emotionally hurt to being physically beaten for what I believed in.
From being burned by the most common things to the unthinkable kindness you now show me.
I never thought a relationship would be so kind and caring without the violence. 
Now all I see is the love and kindness there is suppose to be and now I don’t care about the others.
My heart still won’t let me pick it up out of your hands and put it back in my chest. 
Every time I feel your soft hands on my skin my body shudders underneath you.
Right know I can’t wait to see your face light up when you see me again my love.
When you and I get to be together again, I know it will be as amazing and as wonderful like the first.
When we get to be alone, I know you want your way with me; and I will let you. 
In the beginning I was scared of what could be but now I want more of the unknown future with you.
I don’t mind having to wait for as long as I get to be beside you in the end.
The love that I have known in the past but the love I know now I want to give to you more. 
Now after you have shown me what love really is, I want that family only with you.
I want that family, everything that you would like to have; each other, the family pets, the best; but most of all I want the love the care and my soulmate…


Long poem by Shawn Sackman | Details |

If Momma Ain't Happy, Nobody's Happy

We made love, and then we fell in love
Not knowing what it really was…
Love’s just not a dream, a home, kids, pets and things..
But it allows us to see the beauty they bring

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you want to shout it out
That you don’t have a clue, and you're real unhappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
If momma ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy

Your twenties and your single friends were running short
Maybe you had a wish to be free from the sport
Of choosing a mate that some call soul
Not leaving it to fate to take its toll, hey hey..

You’re a great companion, a lover, and a mom
But you’re hiding emotions that if don’t come unstrung
Will overshadow the good and the joy in your life
I pray you’ll find peace somewhere in all the strife

But there’s one thing that I learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you need to shout
I don’t want to sound like I’m down or sappy, but…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
If she ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy

The new you is looking for some validation
Not just merely for peer admiration
Something all yours, made on your own
I’m with you all the way, you always known..

I live with the fear I’m just along for the ride
I think you’re leaving me, tough thing to hide
I want you to know its breaking parts of me away
To see you so distant each and every day

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond a real doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you need to shout it out
That you don’t have a clue, and you feel real scrappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, nobody’s happy
I said if she ain’t happy, nobody’s happy

Everyone has days that some call blue
I’m here to listen with an ear that’s true
I still make you laugh, its important to say
You can make your own mark without drifting away

Our kids, dogs, and even our horses too
Are joyful souls because of me and you
I often picture what our twilight years’ll bring
Two old lovers laughing, not too serious a thing

There are some things we should never be without
Family, God’s love, we should shout it out
You always have my heart, I pray your dreams come true
You can count on me, you know I love you.. I do

But there’s one thing that I’ve learned beyond any doubt
If you you’re so unhappy that you want to scream and shout
That you don’t have a clue, and you're real unhappy cause…
If momma ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy…
Momma please be happy, i pray you’ll be happy…
Momma please be happy, i pray you’ll be happy…


Long poem by Edwin Baldwin | Details |

Congruity

 The forces of nature are being perverted, turning good into bad, and the bottom line, 
the key to it all is profit. 
 Primates choose co-existence within a group driven by forces of the first law of nature.
 When we engage in a symbiotic relationship, this law of nature is less burden sum on the 
individual. 
 Humans chiefly rely on our sense of sight; we take up with others who appear to be 
most like us, and lend ourselves to the saying that seeing is believing.  
 Fear is our prime motivating factor, and  advertising executives will tell you that fear 
sells.

 What we are witnessing is the perversion of our survival engine, making the money 
wheel go round.  We are made to fear everything by key design, and our survival instinct 
is telling us there is safety in numbers.  So we identify ourselves with a group, and 
instinctively try to fit in, by purchasing our reality of acceptance. 

                     Monkey see monkey do!
 She’s a nerd, He’s a skater,  They’re preps, I’m a goth.
 How can you tell them apart?  By the things they purchase.
 The purchasing of acceptance is also found in the sub culture as well.
 People who want to break away from being normal are victims of fear.
 The fear of being sell outs, like the Brady bunch family types who are part of a 
system that they despise. How can you tell them apart? By the things they purchase.
 What you see is what you get, and what we are getting is what we see.
 The purple hair, body piercing, and tattoos; are the same as, the Coach hand bags, spray tans, and botox injections. One monkey’s Marilyn Manson to another monkey’s Bach.


                      Form follows thought.
 Our survival engine is a universal constant force, and fear is the constant variable that shifts our transmission into drive. No one wants to grow old, living alone dressed in rags and eating cat food.
 Even the separatists who choose to be an island in this Sea of crap are fearful.  So 
there’s an on line computer game for that, or a chat room for that, or a hobby for that, 
or pets for that, or a pill for that, and of coarse there’s media entertainment for that.
 No matter this or that the key turns our survival engine on and fear shifts the 
transmission into drive, and together they keep the money wheels turning…and that's the bottom line.

I once heard someone say “thank god for Hardly Davidson cause it gives fat hairy 
beer belly slobs something to be a part of.” She was holding an imitation Louis 
Vuitton hand bag and on her way to the tanning salon when she said that


Long poem by Dan Kearley | Details |

My Bible Bio Of Love

To be taken from a house of neglect, and placed into a house of abuse.
To me love had no meaning, and I felt it was something I'd never use.
I could never fathom the true meaning of love as I wondered,
 if one loves a child how could they neglect them?
Or if one loves a child,how could they abuse them?

While young I was forced into religion where I was always reminded,
"Jesus loves you, and God loves you also!"
Well, if they loved me so much how could they let all these bad things happen to me?

As I grew I became so confused by love, 
 everything I loved was always taken away from me?
First my family, then pets, friends, and more family members!
Everything that I thought I loved was always taken away!
It began to harden my heart, no more was I going to be hurt by love!

At a final low point in my life, when I was about to just give up.
I sat sobbing in my bed all alone, afraid of life and this thing called love.
With tears in my eyes I finally prayed to God for Jesus to help me.
I prayed for forgiveness, mercy and love to guide me.

The next day I dug out an old musty bible a friend had given me, and I began to read.
I became lost in the old testament, because of the rules of the world that once was,
 and the different rules of the world that now is.
I found myself not reading as often, and slowly the book remained closed.

My life became easier for a little while, and the hardships were being kept at bay.
Then again, catastrophe struck! With no where to go,
 again I found myself running to the open arms of Jesus. 
Though this time with a new bible in hand, I was determined to finish reading that book!

Then came the New Testament, and my eyes were opened to a whole new world?
Reading a little each day, I gained knowledge and began to see a new outlook of love.
A different kind of love, a love that I wouldn't loose! 
I was finally in control of my own love destiny!

30 years later I finished reading the Bible, with a new understanding of love and life.
At the end of it all my only thoughts were "God, sorry it took me so long
  to realize you were there for me right from the start!" 
"Sorry for not realizing you were trying to show me the right path all along!

To get a glimpse within ones own soul
 is a gift not many are allowed to see.
Now seeing that I've been given this gift
 forever thankful I'll always be.

To be given a life changing experience
 is a gift all its own to me.
To be given this gift with eternal love
 forever thankful I'll always be.



Dan Kearley: 3-25-14   
Contest: Jesus Nebula & Visions of Mary
by Debbie Guzzi


Long poem by Carrie Richards | Details |

Lady Kathleen

She's pouring from a pot of tea
    as we relax on the quiet porch
Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts,
   and webs of daddy long-legs
      glisten in the afternoon light.
She nonchalantly chatters, telling me her stories...
                                as if they were ordinary tales
                                 which, of course, ..they are not.
Sailing across an ocean during dangerous wartime,
Living in exotic, but threatened tropics
A life of adventure, of hardship, of fear
Yet none of that revealed on her weathered face
 She smiles, cheeks rouged and eyes sparkling.

Inside the house, the counter is cluttered with dirty dishes
The floor is sticky, and dog hair floats in prisms of light
The old hound sleeps in the middle of the kitchen rug.
An older black lab is lapping up water from a brown dish
           dripping water from his sloppy face across the checkered floor.
Throughout the house, a lingering musky smell of well loved pets,
       and a stale, smokey odor of burnt toast from her attempt at breakfast.
Servants, cooks, gardeners, are now part of a long ago past.
The house is filled with dust covered, treasured belongings from yesterday.
  Piles of clutter everywhere.
       Junk mail, newspapers, dog treats,
                           documents and clippings
                                 prized antiques and artifacts

On shelves, and on the walls, are sepia-hued photographs
People of fame, others of family and friends...
I see my own family among them.

A handsome young man, and she, his bride.
He would become a General.
She would follow him to the ends of the earth.
Their life like a story that one would read in a novel.
I sit here now,...with this woman of many lives.
Sitting on her porch, she wears a tattered, splattered dress.
Today, she is a homespun, country widow.
An extraordinary woman, this grand Duchess,
          yet now who bears traits of Ma Kettle
She brought class, dignity, and a wealth of knowledge
           to our small country neighborhood,....... to my life.
Here we are, together, so far from the world she once knew.
We sit in the shade of her covered porch
A long haired, grey cat jumps into her lap.
Under the veil of a summer day
I pour her another cup of tea, and a little more for myself.
                                       Tea is served....I have much more to drink in.....to savor.



In memory of dear friends, most amazing people, who lived down our road ...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lester_Maitland      Aviation Pioneer


Long poem by Allison Kinzy | Details |

one more night, one less day

i stare at the screen
and hope my thoughts make sense in words
there's always some coherence in these poems
if only i could find it.

something seems to be missing from my picture
there's a smile
and eyes with laughter
and life in it
but i don't think
no, i'm sure
i'm not there.
and in this apartment
there are pets
there are clothes
there are belongings
and living bodies who spend their nights here
there is even love
but i don't think
no, i'm sure
i'm not here.

there's got to be
something that i can photoshop in
or buy at ikea
to make me suddenly appear
and the books that i read instead
of appearing
fill my head with magic
while i try desperately
to avoid reality.

and i don't sleep until
it's not night anymore
but i wake up
with things undone
and though 12 beings surround me
filled with love of different degrees
i stay undone

and nothing makes sense anymore
i don't know why i continue to write
only that i do
and hope that something that comes spilling
through this net
will accurately capture
what i cannot seem to express
in words that do not have the
poetic-air
to them

if i could do something right
something with no consequences
that might destroy me
but something right
i might feel real happiness again
but now
all there is is an echoing emptiness
through which bounces the fake smiles
and plastic laughs
that are what they see

and i wish i didn't sleep at all
or never woke up
but as it is
this is one more night
that will end in my tears
and it is one less day
where the sunlight can blind me
to the truth
of who i am

"i forget
how much i can hurt"
i said to him as he held me
as i shook with sobs
"is it okay to hold you?"
he asked before
"yeah,"
i responded in between gasps,
"when you hold me i don't have to be strong
i have to be strong when i cry alone"

so shall i spin you a tale
of a life wasted
or is it wasting away?
or shall i just imbue my tears
with words
and hope when they fall
they will mix in the right combination
to say more than i can ever say here?

i stare at the screen
and hope my thoughts make sense in words
there's always some coherence in these poems
if only i could find it

but i can't find it
and so this goes out
sans spell check
because i know there are no
spelling errors
just errors in sense

this is me
in the moment
raw
no trying to be pretty
just out here
hoping someone will hear
me and know what i'm trying to say

do you?
know?
what i'm trying?
to say?

'cause i don't.


Long poem by Dee Baxly | Details |

Alive

I spent the last five years living in her shadow so young, beautiful, and intelligent and everyday he let me know what I was not I did not do the things he liked, and we had nothing in common she was the best he ever had, and I was just like death to him I had his children I raised them by myself, still not good enough His house was spotless, his children neatly dressed I became a chef and interior decorator even went to school, just to be his best it wasn't enough I would never be good enough Then she died her hair red to hurt me 20 something and now calling herself Red and every single site I went she was there To let me know how things were going to fair my back broken and my neck along with his constant threats I did this and I did that yet I never left the house Soon he built a fence and pad locked it I was not leaving now there she was killing my pets escaping arrest and yet he loved her a college degree she was brilliant in math, not me I went through his hell and my own personal jail I had it from all sides and I felt like I was going mad, broken I cried I did and everyday I tried to move on from it all All the stuff sent to me signed, love his Red I got to where it felt like this horrible dream so I left and moved back home in the night with my kids I left him I left her I left them and the red left herself I came home at 1 am with my daughter the lights came on and with the furniture gone I was shocked Had I been treated like this had I endured it all for her someone teasing me with my own traits of personality not very original but he promised to get help and he did Soon he saw what the truth was and he let her go but today I thought of her as I held his frail hand how bad I was in bed and ignorant he said he felt Soon I did see myself as the angel who fell from heaven to hell no one cared no one would care enough just to say how are you not him not her not a single human being but my children I heard his hate screaming at me and others yelling loudly trying to hold onto my sanity going to the chapel every single Sunday yet all I got was the most horrible things done and said I finally felt as if... You love her go to her and be happy I will buy the hair color and give her style pointers a better push up bra for her youthful looks but God please help me Just once not care enough to say GO TO HELL I was the one in hell alive
Just venting or ranting with no edit sorry. lol


Long poem by charles hice | Details |

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by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, November 28, 2012 at 12:22pm ·
The Writers Tail
the poor writer can not post a poem anywhere to be recognized himself as a poet unless he writes a longish Devels tail complete with hooks and forks and splitting hoofs and tines in tomes you realize these publishers drink large amounts of alcoholic beverages and seek people to turn down they love to see someone saying homeless poems the frown and then the delete button when will they come to some conclusion that the ether thinking is the faulty mind life is better lived poor and sober how can any one help others to be someone iff they are drunk feet upp on the ottoman ice clinking against the windows and the glasses always half full and half empty ready at any moment to delete all details of any poor peoples emails so you want to post in this magazine afraid knot click delete delete the extra page is missing the long appendage added on is gone they removed all of the appendix index we told you to send an attachment means a file a doc or a document eye tried to attach my soul to my heart but there just is no space is taken up one old woman no pets allowed someday every item that eye write will flash before my eye it will be broadcast on heavens wifi for all the angels there to read each dot and t is crossed there no time lost to read eye will post my items on the heavens wifi for all eternity you stupid people who cant publish me make photostatic copies of my work and glue them to the bottoms of your shoes and stomp them in the dirt you walk back and forth on your thrown rug down on the floor until you cannot see the words and then you toss them into doors threw cracks and howl with glee cause Johnny cannot read me YOU CARACKED MY READING GLASSES BROKE MY TEETH  AND MADE ME GASP FOR BREATH TO BREATHE now little Johnny cannot read. Three shoelaces to make two shoes how many feet does little Johhny use. This tale hath a tail like the INcan Comet of Destruction can you see it in the sky it will be there the day we die. HOT ROCKS FALLING FROM THE SKY the day before the world turned green and died. Here is the cannonical mathmatical equation now. Take the INfinite lights in the sky what they really seem to be and move them to the end of time try to see them falling down. Tumble to the sea my lasting problems will never get ahold of me to hurt me whan they tumble to the sea eye will be set free whan my lasting problems thay tumble to the sea


Long poem by Jane Kostman | Details |

And you call yourself a mother

Each and every day that goes by I can help but wonder why for  all times you have made me cry But I still hold my head up high because I have always been better off without you in my life unable to understand why you love bitterness and strife as you plot and plan to destroy  everyone who won’t convert to being your toy, and listen to your bull*****till their annoyed while you go on an talking about work and you think so and so is a jerk, while you expect everyone to agree that you are right, bad mouthing two of your daughters day and night Saying oh I love each of my daughters but we know that isn’t right
You are nothing but a two timing ***** walking around like you have something up your ass thinking that you can make everyone twitch like they afraid not knowing they are going to be laughing when you are in the grave but hey all I got to say is I remember the time that you said” Jane you are not allowed to come to my funeral”. Like that is going to hurt me, ha. You’re only going to be remembered as an evil ***** well it seems like you got what you wish
You call yourself a mother but you should look in the mirror, oh go ahead drink some more, we know why you do because you so damn confused, and you like to use and abuse, Your nothing but a liar who knows nothing about me yet you claim to have given birth to me. Your idea of love is really fu*cked up how can you say you love when you do not know the meaning of the word getting your granddaughter taken away,  and having the nerve to call and say I love you …
Well screw you and your gay ass pets too, who follow you around and are no longer my sisters because I reject them and you the way you have dissed me and pissed on me, getting them to play games like you do. Hey ***** I got news for you- I don’t need you I never did, why do you think I moved out at 16 the way I did? Of course now I am 28 years old  in all my life you are the only  I ever knew who was so selfish an cold and I know now that one of the best choices I ever made,  was changing all my contact info so I never have to hear from you again, Especially after you bad mouthed my husband and yet you have never met him, Sooner or later one day you will wake up and find your all alone, and wonder why no one wants to be your friend, and of course I wish I could let you read this so you can see how I feel but you don’t care never have that’s for real, either way I got this off my chest and even though you’re an evil ***** I wish you the best.


Long Poems