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Milestone

they say age is just a number.
it was-but now, it's not. 
it has become, an adversary. 
something to be avoided-at all cost. 
7, 8, 9, 10---these were friends i looked forward to meeting. later-
18, 19, 20, 21, these were  goals, i looked forward to, accomplishing. then-
27, 28, 29, 30-these were achievements i enjoyed, accomplishing. 
-now, there's 40. looming, smirking, menacing. 
arms crossed-fearful and stern just above the horizon. 
40-The Great Divide. 
YOuth-a distant memory, old age beckoning. 
WHoever said age is just a number, 
had not, yet-met-40.

Copyright © Trevor Houchen | Year Posted 2005

Just a Thought

I remember the songs I heard today
                                           Yesterday  Somewhat
                                        Tomorrow  God only knows

Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015

Winter's Witch Worked Wicked Ways

Rejoice the end of deathly days
when winter's witch worked wicked ways.
Free from dark times we sing our praise.

Now sap flows after its long fast.
Snowdrops flare white in bright contrast.
Buds nourished, now they swell and burst.

From blackest loam to spectrum glow.
Bold blue, rich purple, bright yellow
and subtle shades of pastel show.

Aloft, we hear the 'caw-caw' cry
as fledglings flap and flare and try.
Some instinct keeps them in the sky.

Pond nymphs nourished and near full size,
awaiting warmth from summer skies.
Then shed their shell, make damselflies.

Rejoice the start of golden days.
Nature completes her complex ways.
For her magic we sing our praise.

Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2019



The Wing Walker

Old John's birthday was fast approaching, he'd be seventy-two
And his family asked him nicely what he would like to do
"Do you fancy a nice picnic or sightseeing on a train?" 
"No thanks" said Old John "I'd like to wing walk on a plane ".

His family thought he was joking, in fun they all did mock
They said "It will be freezing, and you might die of shock"
He said" I have no fear, and everything will be just fine
I found it on a website, and I've booked it on the line".

His family they were mortified and thought that he was joking
But one week from today Old John he'll be high flying
A week later at the airfield Old John was quite ecstatic
His family on the other hand were all starting to panic.

He had his safety briefing and then put on all his gear
Now he was raring to go, Old John he showed no fear
He climbed up onto the wing and then he got strapped in
The pilot gave him the thumbs up and soon they were flying.

Up into the air now, they banked to the left and right
His family they all agreed it was one awesome sight
The pilot signalled to Old John, it was the grand finale
This is what Old John had wanted all his family to see.

The plane it dived then looped the loop, it was incredible to see
Old John was already thinking of what his next stunt could be
The plane then landed safely his family they were all so proud
Old Johns ears were still ringing, the wind had been so loud.

He'd felt the cold biting wind pressing hard against his face
Jokingly he asked his family if it was still in one place
His wife she then kissed him and asked, "How do you feel"?
Old John said, "I'm starving now, I'm ready for a big meal".

His son then asked him, what his next bold venture would be
Old John laughed out loudly and said "A shark cage in the sea
My life I see as a book with pages that are not written yet
I always confront my fears or there will be blank pages of regret".

Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018

My Precious Love

You are the Sun,
The Moon, 
And the Stars
In my sky of Life
Shining brightly
And guiding me home
To your Love




To my CG

Copyright © Tom Rutherford | Year Posted 2018

Journey

my mind was full of a thousand thoughts 
so I never chose a path
I started down so many roads 
but turned ,and soon came back

some of them held interest 
though not for very long
so back I turned ,because I was burned
and felt like i was wronged 

I tried so many different roads
 a lot of those  dead ends
but you meet nice folk along the way
and some are  still  good friends 

now many years have passed me by
and some they are quite blurred 
there was whiskey ,wine
and some good times
and lots of lines were slurred

so apologies to those 
to those I hosed
It was never meant to hurt
and always try remember 
you should know you're own self worth

and if I could do it all again
even with a map
I'm sure I'd make the same mistakes 
because my wife say's I'm a sap

Copyright © Thomas Flood | Year Posted 2020

Exhortation

Emotion’s exalt me
Scorching me
tormenting me
understanding distorting
it passes by my misfortune
innocence transforms into trauma
around and around like a carousel
as i go  parallel
so does my armor
talking on a life of its own further
this is my exhortation
awakening
it’s consequences obnoxious parading
degrading
that defining moment 
where i lost faith
so i went astray 
next time i’d excommunicate
that soothes the state
it became subconcious 
its exhortation so to be honest 
subconcious logic. 

unequivocallysyretta 


Copyright © Syretta Giusto | Year Posted 2024

Your Kiss From Heaven

Your kiss from heaven caressed my cheek.
It made me feel safe, yet a little weak!

Confusing thoughts ran through my head.
Is this for real, or just misread? 

With the Risen Son, they claim I’m new!
But in my mind, I cannot construe!

I’m not standing on a small hill.
I’m still climbing, I just can’t be still.

That little hill became a mountain.
In my heart I cry out, shout’in!

“If the Risen Son has made me new:
Then why am I so sad and blue?

In the dawn of day, I just can’t see.
The dark of night won’t let me be!

This parched ground makes me athirst.
From whence will water be dispersed"?

With the Risen Son, newness falls!
And with it profound wisdom calls!

Your kiss from heaven is slowly fading.
In my mind, Satan is indeed raiding!

Oh my goodness what can I do?
I think I heard, spend time with you?

I just don’t have much more to lose.
I guess my bible I will use!

Many years, have since passed by.
But that kiss, still makes me sigh!

O’ that kiss, that touched my cheek:
Made me strong and not weak!

Because of it, inspiration grew! 
With the Risen Son, can I be new?

I know from heaven your kiss came.
And with it, you took all my shame!

I gave nothing in return
 Yet, for my heart, you did yearn!

In the Risen Son, I believe I’m new!
Could this really be my point of view?

Yes Yeshua, you have made me new!
Your kiss from heaven pulled me through!

You gave me strength within my soul.
In my life, I give you control!

I am now your devoted wife!
Jehovah, your kiss changed my life!

                                                                                                                                        Stacey Brown
                                                                                                                                            9-11-2013

Copyright © Stacey Brown | Year Posted 2013

Rent

In Beamish Street, collecting the rent, Was how my Tuesday mornings were spent. An arduous task at the best of times. Nell McFee, hubby in jail for various crimes. Sobbing to me as she had no rent to pay, Offering to make it up to me in some other way. With Billy Jones, I knew I would be in for a fight. Swore he paid twice last week and taught his dog to bite. Seventy-eight houses in Beamish Street, every one rented. I heard every excuse not to pay that had ever been invented. The Browns, a dear old couple. He was ill, medicine’s dear. Always on time, they couldn’t pay. She greeted me with a tear. I have become tough as nails, oblivious to renter’s pleads, But just this once to be the helping hand someone needs, I ticked my list ‘Browns FULLY PAID’ and stayed a while. Shoved my own money in the bag, continued with a smile.

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2023

Life as a Chosen One



Living in a world, I know I don't belong.
Wondering if I did something, to cause this wrong.
Feeling deep inside, my life was never meant to be mine.
Always searching for answers, I cannot find.

Living 61 years, upon this beautiful earth.
Learning recently, my life was blessed since birth.
Fighting strong feelings deep inside, I know now I cannot deny,
Knowing I have many guiding Angels, upon which I can rely.

Never knowing what tomorrow will hold,
Ready to go, to help, I must always be bold.
Saving and changing so many lost lives,
I know I'm high, so God takes the wheel and drives.

What should have made me feel so weak,
Just put me on a long winning streak.
My faith, my honesty and my strength,
Can always be described in long length.

Recently finding those many answers I seek.
Who knew Youtube, would be my missing link.
To know I've lived the life, God meant for me.
I'm now free to live my true destiny.

Copyright © Sharyl Duboise | Year Posted 2025

Beacon Street Blues

What sort of homeless person would I be
Would I cart all these books everywhere with me
Would I scream and shout to keep the world at bay
Or would I nod and smile by my tin cup each day
Would I dress real well, try to look like a swell
Or would I let myself go, not put on a show
Would I turn to drugs or would I stick with booze
What would I have to lose
Would I rant and rave about equality
And how you look right through me
Or would I understand -
you need to keep what you’ve got
You don’t want to land in this spot
Would I have any hope, would there be any rope
Gone are the jobs that kept the unlucky on track
Now the squirrels are on crack, the humans on smack
The armpit of L.A. gets hairier by the day

Copyright © Sharon Keely | Year Posted 2020

Gazing Globe

A seamless sphere of perfect shape
no outlines of troubled nations
no borders confining an outbreak
it peers not into the future but in
every turn with every angle it
shows the present    A perfect
momentary capture of anything
that falls into its orbit  not trapped
really     but held somehow until
the moment is broken   when the 
captive steps or flies away   
and once again the globe returns to 
its passive state     this globe of no
remorse     this globe of no anger
or death    offers not itself as any
instrument of fate but in one
glance on its surface a human
can see right into the reflected 
eyes        distorted and all

Copyright © Sara Robinson | Year Posted 2016

One Coin - Two Sides

One coin; two sides

Cold, dark, eerie night
Vampires spreading terror
In wayfarers hearts.
Indoors, lovers snuggled tight
Of the terror, oblivious!

Copyright © Sandison Jumbo | Year Posted 2016

Anchorite At the Gate of Heaven

ANCHORITE AT THE GATE OF HEAVEN

Not heeding brute reality, nor matter’s bane
I kneel at the door of heaven, a suppliant,
Transcribing words of wisdom, like the rain
On wild flowers; the garden’s hierophant:

Anointed, a habit on my body’s beauty
I lie in the threshold of my tryst with God -
The first flight from earth being my duty
Becoming His perfect mean and golden rod,

I cool my heels in a dank, dark cell
Where half-light becomes my element
God’s plenty in motes, with the music of the bell
A love feast of the penitent.

I rise on wings of thankfulness and praise,
Sing out in silence the glory of His ways.

from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2015

Dark Secrets

Does someone really know why am I me?
Could it be those in secret societies?
Can they bring answers to my awareness,
That's my consciousness that is not careless?

Or yet, can they control my destiny...
Designed-shots; forever eternity?
That is one liquid-needle power source,
'memories of a Hell or Heaven course?

This is well beyond if the world is flat,
But not as deep as the universe's trap.
All these secrets may be well known and held,
Though it's surely time to ring the 'truth' bell.

With billions of people on this round Earth,
Then why am I me and what am I worth?

01-September-2021

Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021

A Life Well Lived

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A Life Well Lived
     by Robert J (Bob) Moore  (©2015)
The old man sat at the window, staring into space
people could only wonder, at the smile upon his face
but they had not been where he had been, and behind that wrinkled brow 
they could not see what he had seen, or what he was seeing now

He was back again in England, on a cold and frosty day
heading for the Pennines, where he would make his way
into the hills round Kinder Scout, or maybe up Scafell
following the wanderers tracks, and pathways he knew well

He may be back at Gorton Mount, or maybe Spurley Hey
reliving all his schooldays, the learning and the play
Rugby with Pete Hesketh, or football as fullback
but definitely not cricket, too dangerous playing that
Or perhaps he’s back in Gorton, round the Suttons Dwelling Trust
riding bikes out in the rain, till they fell apart with rust

there’s Jack and Cliff, and Keswick, the pals he hung round with
for friendship and companionship which only true friends give.
He’s camping on the Isle of Man, in the August holiday
trying to get a sunburn, to prove he’d been away
and drinking hard with Scottish lads, who congregated there
and we’ll come up and see you, in Glasgow he would swear.

Or again, he’s leaving England, heading for another land
a place where dad had told us, the living would be grand
with sun and sand and lots of work, we’d make our fortune there
and live life to the fullest, with fun, and little care
Now he’s landed in Australia, mam and dad are there
him and his three sisters, standing in the sun shine glare

not knowing how their life will be, or if it will turn out
as dad had promised to us all, but there really was no doubt
this was a cleaner, brighter land, than England had become
his dad had fought in 2 wars, and now he wanted some
place to raise his family, in prosperity and peace
a place where all the worry, and the arguing would cease.

He could not see all of the things that would happen in his life
how he would raise a family, with his Australian wife
they’d drift apart, the kids would grow, and start lives of their own
and now there are grandchildren, and the family has grown

Now he’s thinking of his second wife, who looks after him
he’s not easy to live with, he knows this deep within
she ignores him when he’s cranky, but he loves her more than gold
some say that he has mellowed, others say he just got old

Copyright © Robert J Moore | Year Posted 2016



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