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Quote LeftThank you Poetry Soup for all your wonderful comments and support. My first book entitle "Bits And Barges" is available through Publish America. I have multiple sclerosis and had a really bad flare up in January (I couldn't talk, write or walk very well). I made a promise to myself: if I returned to normal, then I would start trying to get my poetry published. Well, here I am with my first book (I can also walk, talk and write almost normally). Thanks all of you for your support. You're the best! Quote Right

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The Old House Beside the R oad

The Old House Beside the Road

There is an old, ramshackle house that stands there by the road.
This house once had a family, with many stories stowed
Within its crumbly walls, and it now stands there all alone,
With gardens dead, untended yard, and weeds much overgrown.

The broken windows, tilting shutters, steps that rotted down,
And paint that once was bright and white but now shows dingy brown,
Would cause most people to ignore this rundown old abode,
This old ramshackle house that stands just there beside the road.

An ancient giant willow oak looms o’er the dried-up well,
And just beyond, there hangs an old and rusty dinner bell,
A frazzled rope with rotted seat shows where a child had swung.
Around in back, a wagon stands with half a broken tongue.

I wish this house could talk to me
And tell me how things used to be,
How happy it was when love flowed
In this old house beside the road.

I think this house has heart and soul with many tales that lie untold.
So many things that it might say, if only it could speak today.
For now, I’ll just enjoy my thoughts of all the things that time has wrought.
In this dear old, rundown abode that stands beside the road.


Copyright © Yvonne Uzzell | Year Posted 2016

Let Me

Let me bottle up your anguish and throw it out to sea
Let me swallow your pain forever and ask your tears to flee
Let me take you by the hand and walk you through the park
Let me blanket you with Love and protect you from the dark

Let me give you my only heart and melt away your sorrows
Let me hug your golden soul and give you new tomorrows
Let me carry your heavy cross and adorn you like Kings and Queens
Let me comfort you forever even in your dreams

Let me give you the sky and clouds along with the color blue
Let me give you a summer’s smile cheek to cheek with a cherry hue
Let me give you Angel’s Wings so you may soar beyond the trees
Let me give you waves of Joy and laughter that flutter in the breeze.



To all the Mom's & Dad's who ever took care of a sick child...as seen through their eyes.
And to my sisters in law Paula & Lisa...with Love...^WW^...Nov. 21, 2015

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

Rhythm of the Rain

The rhythm of the rain
In sync with my heart
Falling slowly against the pane
Tells a story of so many days apart

I feel them on my face
Slowly and softly they flow
A warm bittersweet embrace
One not felt since long ago

Replenishing life on earth
Scouring away the pain
Bringing about new birth
Each one a memory to remain

Of life and a bond of love
Laughter from days long gone
Now falling silently from above
Something I always depended on

Angels crying in their ethereal plane? 
No, these tears are my own
Falling slowly with the rain
Two were one and now one is alone

Copyright © Wade Greenlee | Year Posted 2015

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is a promise made that was never meant to be
Tomorrow is a dream come true that only we can see
Tomorrow is the time we plan to spread our wings and fly
If we don't take those first steps now, our dreams will pass us by.

Tomorrow is the day  when we start our lives anew
Tomorrow is the time when all the skies turn blue
Tomorrow is the reason that we hang onto our dreams
We need to start today to reach those goals it seems.

Tomorrow is a fleeting moment when our world comes all apart
Tomorrow is a passing glance as we give away our heart
Tomorrow is a triumph as we begin to touch the sky
If we keep waiting for tomorrow we should hang our heads and cry.

Tomorrow is the horizon as the sun sinks into the sea
Tomorrow is the time when all our people will be free
Tomorrow is the day when we come charging from the gate
But tomorrow never comes for those who only sit and wait.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006

Foreshore of Memory

On the foreshore of memory
Consciousness works overtime
Trying to decipher what is to come
In the depth of the iceberg of the mind
The future is.

Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2015

Totems

The Totem      ©

The totem speaks of the tribe’s history, lore, 
deeds of courage
Animals, fish and gods
 carved in reverence,
from a fallen tree hundreds of years old,
living wood, with a face, a fish,
a bear, a bird marching down it’s trunk,
a seemingly random sprinkle of 
obelisks in a circle,
tells of incredible faith true enough
 to move tons of stone

Totems today, statuary in the front garden,
wooden rooster atop the mail box,
the weather vane dressed in 
golden green patina.
Carvings of flowers,
frolicking baby squirrels and 
rabbits  on a sign at the front door,
A mural brushed upon a barn wall,
the flag of a beloved country,
 the lone star of a beloved state,
the wind chimes of dolphins, stars, frogs, and spoons
capturing the breeze, 
singing a song of welcome

Tribes  today paint their vehicles in much the same way
that the People painted their sturdy, brave little horses 
before a battle
Circles of paint about the eyes for truer vision,
hand prints on shoulder and flank to ward off the spear,
ornaments braided  into mane and tail 
to celebrate victory

Bumper stickers, magnetic ribbons,
 all totems to tell members
of other tribes what is believed in, 
what the tribe stands for;
support this, hate that, 
down with this, up with that
proud to be a redneck, 
 a woman,
 a boater, 
a parent,
a fisherman,
 a politician,
 a farmer,
 a dancer, 
a soldier,
an Aggie, 
a sailor, 
an Irishman, 
a lover of guns.

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets

									


Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014

A Shining Satellite

A Godsend, a child, our gift from On High.
Lord bless this one, all he can and must be.
Eternal, now our name will never die--
High flying creation of you and me.

Our greatest design, the plan is perfect
Build sturdy engines that jet to the top.
He must understand his future is set
Why won’t he cooperate? This must stop.  

Ready for flight, geocentric orbit.
Dance in the cosmos, yet be sure it’s near.  
High nerves in Houston, they note in a fit,
Escape velocity from this dim sphere.  

Rocket off our scanners; what shall we do?
Bricks in the cargo of ship number two.

2/28/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

Listening

Murky sea, hides monsters and jewelry, so perk your ears
Through the trees, the wind will blow quickly, so perk your ears

The constant unkempt promises on the radios
Still will scream, whilst we all softly dream, so perk your ears

The familiar newscasters tell more knowing we're quick
To agree yet so slow to believe, so perk your ears

Our kids, dressed for summer, wave a bat and glove saying
"Pretty please!", but we're just too busy, so perk your ears

As grandpa interrupts and grabs my shoulder. "I have
Lots to teach, my little Timothy, so perk your ears!"

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

Orphaned

          A heavy sigh and vacant staring
      through a glass walled cell.
   Electric purple owls with golden eyes
loom about, transfixed and silent.
         No going back.

Bloody rays of a setting sun
  clash with a violet stream, teeming - 
     granting abundance to over-burdened fruit trees.
       A glass of water, please.

The bi-polar moon looms heavy
   wiping the smiles from forgotten sunflowers
      and so many zombies shuffle around.
   Hypnotized crypt-crawlers 
gawk at a green sign, “EXIT.”

The smell is unmistakable, 
  but it doesn’t mask the desperation.
                 Synthetic vanilla, sterile.
   The glass walls will hold.

It’s a strange, involuntary psychosis
   sitting idle, as a plastic fan grumbles away
      hour upon hour, under scrupling yellow eyes.
   There's a shortage of Ativan and Vitamin H.
               Another glass of water, please.

    A yellow pup tent is pitched in ivory sand
 and a purple-planked, rag-a-tag dock
    is tied to the sea by a red canoe.
 The campfire matches the moon,
      but all is cast inexplicably blue.

Fevered dreams and sweaty palms
press firmly on the temples from either side.
        Maybe a few more dollars
        will shatter the glass walls,
       or buy the proper paperwork.

Someone is humming a pop song
 a few decades old, or so...
   It isn’t the same without the guitar solo.
But still, what a lovely glowing green.
                  “EXIT”

There’s no going back, 
   not from this involuntary psychosis… 
   glass walls hold back the owls,
         for the right price.

10/25/16



Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2016

Once more forsaken

Stop my heart from weeping, crying love’s rain,
come hither at least in my daydream haze,
to feel for another, to stop the pain,
desiring to attract your loving gaze.
Perhaps not the beauty of innocence,
but that of kindness, although long taken,
forbidden, but in search of condolence,
the minds rationality was shaken.
Yet the heart needed mending, for all else,
the whispering heart could not be mended.
But naive was the youthful zeal, so false,
acts of lust not to be comprehended.

Leading with haste to a wrong course taken,
to suffer again, once more forsaken.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

Change

Indigos, light workers, empaths are hear
Struggling to change the errors of yesteryear

Power, money, corruption and greed
Will no longer be the motive that leads

The 60's, the freedom, they tried with defiance
The ones in power had them silenced

Like darwins theory of evolution
We are born for the revolution

There is too much pain in the world we've created
The ones who have tried have been banished and sedated

With antidepressants, Ritalin and crack
A lot of the indigos have been held back

This change will come, but take many a year
When it is over, they'll be no more fear

Tanis troutman

Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016

Simple Pretense

Simple Pretense


Shut up!
My God. Can’t you say anything positive?
Can’t you say anything that will sweep this darkness away.
Away from the corneas of my soul?
I know where the light switch is. Do you?
I know where the dog has buried its bone. Do you?
I know what lurks past your knees.
Crazy gravitational forces will have the final word.
Burning breathless whispers at midnight
Will tell of the final spasm.
Of the final heartbreak,
Of the final flat tire,
And of the final kiss.
Here, take this smooth stone.
I found it in the turtle garden with the cacti.
And with the black droppings of reptilian pretense.
Go ahead.
Say something now.
Cat got your tongue?
Never mind.
It’s all been said before.
The mad earth continues to turn like a dumb dog
Chasing its tail before the melting mush is served.

Copyright © stark hunter | Year Posted 2013

Your Love Made The Difference

Jesus, Your love changed me
Your love made the difference
You loving me changed me
I’m not the same
I’ve been changed
I’m a new person
Changed from the inside out
Jesus, Your love changed me
Your love made the difference
You loving me changed me
I can pray for my enemies
I can turn the other cheek 
Jesus, Your love changed me
Your love made the difference
You loving me changed me
I can love, love unconditionally
I can bless those who curse me 
Although not always easy, I can do it
Yes, I can do it 
Jesus, Your love changed me
Your love made the difference
You loving me changed me
Changed me from the inside out


Copyright © Sonnier Williams | Year Posted 2017

How Dreams are Born at Fifteen

Fifteen days of living I blew bubbles
Bubbles pearlescent in the sun
In hope and love I blew you bubbles
Ephemeral, floating, glorious sun loved bubbles.

In my act of creation, exhale air
Life held close in the bubbles 
Uh-whoo, uh-whoo, here’s life to live
I blew you bubbles for you to catch.

Leap and snatch we played bubbles
Bubbles so airy we can hold and spray
A bubbly world of shimmery beings
Floating in the wind of our wake.

And at the end of the pliant and fun filled day
We dreamed of bubbles, leaping for bubbles
Watery, airy bubbles floating, flaring and caught
and held within our hand a bubble, a bubble  smashed.

And oh how silly we seemed to break our play
Open up our hand, find within a pearl
A soft shimmery white pearl of life
And let it fly away, in the breeze, like our dream, free.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Tiny Bird of Song and Flight

I noticed several tiny flutters upon the
grassy field today.
I gathered myself and went to see
what was underway.

I noticed it was a little bird with its wings all
folded and rain swarmed.
I opened up my hand to it and caressed
it with my hand's warmth.

It's tiny little eyes looked up at me in a look
of such distress that I took it and put in the deep
pocket of my dress.

I took it home and desperate to help it
I brought it in. From there a special bond 
between us did spiritually begin.

I took it near the fire, its little wings I
opened and began to dry. For almost a moment
there, I thought I seen it cry.

I fluffed up its feathers and feed it some
broth. Covered the bird in a warm, soft cotton
cloth.

Later on that very evening I heard a tiny
but significant shutter.
My heart was filled with laughter as I seen
it's wings begin to flutter.

I gathered the bird once more in my warm
and inviting hands, and at that very moment,
I learned what it meant to love more than man.

I released the tiny bird and watched it take
unhindered flight.
In time maybe it will return and sing, and
to my ears bring a welcomed delight.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2016

A Mote Of Dust

A mote of dust travels through the air
blown this way and that across the lands.
Finally after many miles it is entrapped
in a rocky crevasse where it joins others.

In time the wind blows in many more motes
and something wondrous starts happening.
These motes give birth to little plants
that struggle at first then bind the land.

Encouraging new birth all around and
flowers that vibrantly wave in the breeze.
Young saplings shoot out deep tap roots
that anchor them in place where they flourish.

In time a mighty forest springs to life
harbouring a wealth of flora and fauna.
All of this came to pass due to just one,
one solitary mote of well travelled dust.

written 11/18/2014

contest Gathering Dust

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

today 19Oct15

	“It’s a brown country, this. Our few, fleeting green months are now behind us. The sun has taken her rightful position in the sky, from where she brings crops to yield, and skin to flake. But not today. For today a layer of clouds, varying in shades from white to black, hang in the sky.  Though don’t be mistaken, it’s not cold; the temperature alone dries clothes. While still air weighs on every surface, trees and wheat pause, waiting. Waiting for rain.”

Precious cool droplets
Clear ants from beneath clothes line
And wash heat from sky

Copyright © scott thirtyseven | Year Posted 2015

Unwrapped

Gonna stop, and think a few
Expose what I'm committed to
Take a closer look, and see
What it is that's running me?

Let me introduce myself
Fun and friendly, hooked on health
Generous as you could wish
And considered quite a dish

Mostly happy, at times insane
Turn my back, so you can feel my pain
Hold you close when I hear thunder
Let you gaze, admire and wonder

Want me, just enough to know
You'll be there when I let go
Love being right, and, not to mention
Dammit, I adore attention!

Hopeful, sweetheart, up for fun
Tease me and I come undone
Dreamer, dancer, storyteller
Feeble, frantic, fearful fella

Peaceful, calm, warrior Prince
Get my way, judge and convince
Pretend to listen, so I can speak
Creative genius, attention freak

Worship, cherish and adore me
Scared, I let your love ignore me
Desperate, I hunt your heart down
Humiliated, foolish, clown!

Beat me up, make myself wrong
Sounds like a familiar song?
Stick in the knife, twist it around
Hold me under, gasp and drown

Soul sliced by every incision
Cuts with surgical precision
Charming, witty, eye for fashion
Stone-faced, steel eyes, no compassion 

Conniving, scheming, love control
The framework built around my soul
Open-minded, guarded heart
Made self-destruction in to art

Cunning mind, I grow, and know
To deal a devastating blow
Move mountains just to help you shine
Align your goals and thoughts to mine

Love, torment, enjoy the latter
Find fault, just so I can matter
Beam in like a crystal, bright
Scare the darkness from the night

So peek inside a little more
To see who lives behind the door
Lift my mask, I'll let you see
Needy, greedy, ego feedy, me!


Copyright © SCOTT HARRIS | Year Posted 2014



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