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Today is a good day to have a good day

Today is a good day to have a good day
One more opportunity was given, the sunlight stroke your face
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay

There’s love in people as there’s water in a bay
A good laugh, a wise advice, and one thousand more verbs
Today is a good day to have a good day

One alphabet, twenty-seven letters, infinitive wise phrases to say
Words, sentences, more powerful than a nuclear weapon
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay

When days get dark and cold, we pray
Hopefully next day will be a new beginning
Today is a good day to have a good day

Gentle gestures to needed people must spread like a spray
To the train of happiness will lead
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay.

And you my friend, who is in agony pain
Your future depend on yourself
Today is a good day to have a good day
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay.


Copyright © ricardo perez | Year Posted 2013

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Roundhouse Runs

Black squirrels bound skewways
from the house, shadowshifts
falling darkly on 
dusty white autumnal
snow. Paw prints run

makeshift memories soon 
snowed over. Leaping
on tree trunks they wind their
way upward on paths of birch
bark in quick roundhouse runs.

I watch them go from
a seat by the door
and eavesdrop on the
dripping eaves trough. Icicles
hang like stalactites

The heater blows dry
air over my face as
dust rides recirculated
draft flows and floats upward
in a beam of magnetic

light. A thin frosting
of human sloughcells
settles on the windowsill
in a regiment I
attack with the duster

before they regroup and
resettle. Single cells
born of a single self. I 
pace circles on the
fading cream carpet.

Copyright © Anthony Donnelly | Year Posted 2007

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Pretension To Omnipotence

Beyond all those particular existences
Such illusions of meaningless digressions
from what's humble and noble
Decimated to nothing other than
eternal oblivion
A fallacy to one's own finitude
A pretension to omnipotence
An undue adulation
To such negations 
Of knowing evil by infection........

Copyright © Nthabiseng Moraba | Year Posted 2015

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Alliteration Allegorically


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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a little ration

Heat my heart I hear a hero
this soul soothed, stilled, and silenced
golden, growth, gave me a guru
within, wild, waiting to whisper
I inclined, initiate impossible
imagine infinite isn't so infamous
IMHO SMH serves no justice
TKO LOL no need omega
delighted to deliver dharmic direction
self-appointed steward of selfless
practiced not perfect, positive portions
critical for compassionate connections
we, world, will win, with unity
culture continues to counter crosses
mediated meeting my middles merciful
If you think you know then answers pass by
not one mind built this vision
landmine lands filled with landfills
minus minding multiple menaces
covet care cause its a rare case
corporate ladder, or conscious staircase
choices chastised, for coursing courageous
caring contagious, counting on cowards
evils aired aren't left faceless
sights for sure are sore from wayside
be the change to see a day is seized
stay cold-hearted and this place will freeze

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2013

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Imitation of Life

Predominantly posturing perpetual delight
Proficiently pretending proprieties at night
Predicating praise a prerequisite for deceit
Improperly portraying persuasive technique

Pitiful people persist perfection
Peculiarly projecting positive perception
Poetic justice pursues predictable punishment
Properly proportioned paralyzing prefigurement

    an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why are we here left in fear shedding all these tears
starring at this demond in this mirrior
blinded by everything I see so clear
where am i going after this life? and is it near?
unanswered questions 
people always always saying swagga shut up stupid clowns 
I see all you frowning behind that fake smile 
I can help all im spreading the word around my town 
to make you turn that frown upside down
they have you in the palm of there hands cant you see it?
If it wasnt for them we wouldnt be asking all these bulls*** questions
and not to mention who are you to be asking me who im reppin
you should get hit in the mouth but
before all that idiotic violence let me talk to you.....
they got you all so corrupt but yall dont know so you dont give a f*** 
they have you like a trout with a kook caught in its mouth some slip and get
away there the lucky ones who can actually say
I have truly been saved
I have to be brave and put up a fight till the end of my days
they say im headed in the wrong direction but thats the governement 
there just like a nasy infection 
theyll always be here picking at your brain saying all the answers are in this certain section
always saying dont use Jesus's name in vain but every king has his rain 
all loss through out years to come its people like me that will put your name to shame
am i satanic NO these are just my devilsh thoughts
theres turning back im self sustained put in this hell knowing very well that i shall rise above all these brainless people that are stuck in this hell get out of that brainwashed shell 
to escape this long life lasting jail not knowing you are rotting in this cell
I really do care about my people
the government they dont there the true definition of evil 
they work for lucifer so they do what they have to, to get thier share 
piece the puzzle and you will find it
Jesus Christ is luccifer he has all you misguided he himself and his dominions where all behind it.

Copyright © Ray Padilla | Year Posted 2012

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Learned Lessons

A peace from the rain evokes desire
A clamorous wind breathes content
The fire in ones faith is trialled
A fear in their heart is present
Destiny is but of a notion
Of the days to soon come and pass
But one thing is certain if you listen
Your wisdom is from only the past

Copyright © Tiffany Von Tungeln | Year Posted 2015

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Dignified Dust

I was immersed in an impervious imagination
of these frail flowers feigning a feel of freedom
I watched their wings whirling in whoredom
Impious, they are implanted with impinged impetus

A dignified dust, decorated and dubbed a domineer
Yet they decided to be detritus on a detour, detrained.
Thronged by thick thorny thoughts, theme and thrust
On a throne of thistles, ever thrilled by thralldom,

Pots parading potpourri, they preen in power pomp,
positioned in a plain, poisoned, they prey on the potter,
O where did you wield those wings of woeful wisdom;
to trail the terrain that will only twist and tame you.

A dust you are, drunk and drenched with delusion
Deluged by derisory dream in the domain of darkness,
you drill and drink from the dust you did not designed
O dignified dust, your destiny is but dross and dust.

Devious: you devise deviltry with the devoiced dusts,
With a magmatic mind, mutinous against your marker 
Your beauty, brain and brawns will soon get broken,
And you will be drowned in the dust you dignified…

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2012

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Not for the finicky or fainthearted

My mind is experiencing a fastidious flatulence; slightly fiendish, and not for the
finicky or fainthearted. 
I fidget amidst it's fanatical far-fetched farce yet stand fearless, watching it's face
flounder in a foolhardy feeble-minded foible. 
With fervor I say farewell forever to it's festering, feverish fetish, as it's frantic
fiasco foams, flails and finally fails.

Copyright © Jean-Pierre Gregoire | Year Posted 2011

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When it most matters
Many thinks it don’t matter
Always think what may matter
When this again is a brought up matter

It will not be hidden when matter arise matter
It will surely discuss what truly matter
No matter what we now know it matters
Though some don’t know this matter

I believe it is time that it matters
When all sees and knows what matters
I hope we all understand the fact of the matter
As a matter of fact it is our matter

Copyright © OJOBO EMMANUEL | Year Posted 2012

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Alliteration Mystery

Take the time to set back and travel the minds turntable--
Set the stage of your spirit of your soul ever so simply--
Each ember of life that earns you strength is everything--
Seal the seats of friendship with stars from heavens sky--
Relief will be your reliance; reliance can be your role--
To live life loving with much laughter and spiritual light--
I sound like a pound of purity, with prosperous preparations--
Though that is hardly the fact, the terror of life totally thrives--
Drives me to dare divide my dreams and sacrifices decently--
No, I do not know the key to never failing, or sainthood--
My mystery is mesmerizing mere meter or rhyme or prose--
Writing written words to warm or calm mere mortals like me-- 

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2007

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So, What's Your Kind - Full Version

There are those who are truly kind.
And there are those that are most unkind.
But one thing I did find - in all of mankind,
Is that there is at least ONE of every kind.

So, which kind are you?

Are you kind to only some of mankind ….
….and just kind of kind to most of mankind?
Or are you inclined to be unkind -
just because mankind [to you] has been unkind?

Are you kind only to your kind?
But then.. what is your kind???
Family? ….Country? …or is it Humankind?
(You will find that kind of puts you in a bind!).

Or perhaps you’re kind only to those that are kind…..
….and kind of unkind to those that are unkind.
Does this kind of unkind not set a bad example to the rest of mankind…
….especially those that are unkind?

Could it be that you be too kind to be unkind 
….to even them that are unkind?
After all, they that are unkind may be unkind
just because they know no other kind.

Still some are unkind just to be unkind.
They get a thrill from being unkind …especially to those that are kind.
They may even have opined that Life [to them] has been unkind.
…so they cannot help being unkind.

But here’s the strangest find:

The worst kind of being kind is the blind’ kind.
‘Spoiling someone rotten’ becomes the greatest act of being unkind.

The best kind of being unkind is the ‘mind’ kind.
Being ‘cruel to be kind’ is the greatest act of being kind.

So, in a world in which there are all kinds of every kind
You can always choose to be very unkind or even extremely kind ….
…sadly, it will make little difference to the fate of mankind.
But ONE thing you can always be sure of, in any kind defined,
… that you are totally one of a kind.

(Thefragmentedgenius 81.5.8)

Copyright © Robert Amure | Year Posted 2016

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Wayward Wanderer

The wayward wanderer, wonders whilst walking; 
when woken the somnambulist savagely screams solipsist soliloquies!
Shunning salvations sweet succor s
                                                              y seeping,  softly creeping Being  resumes 
and he Wanders... 
 and he Wanders...

Copyright © Avery Murray | Year Posted 2012

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A Voice For Sanity 2008

This may cause horror or consternation
Or spark your deep imagination
It may be met with fascination –
I’d be honored to die by assassination
Ghandi, Kennedy, Martin Luther King
Lincoln and John Lennon, ‘tis of Thee I sing
I want my life to be the difference
That helps us rise beyond indifference
Make peace and joy our only preference
Be the turning point for future’s reference
I’d like to be a voice for sanity,
Offer some other choice than vanity,
Speak of truth and not insanity,
And thus bring love back to humanity

If it’s any indication of my utter indignation with the madness inter-nation,
I‘d like for my narration from creative imagination to live on in syndication
I’d spread the information that increases man’s elation
And love for all creation ,thus avoiding all damnation for eternity’s duration

Yes, I’d love to be the voice for sanity
And thus bring man back to humanity
So it is -- So be it -- So I say -- So Amen

Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007

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Strolling southern seashore in mists of September
searching for something set to stay,
her mind that meanders,
remarkable meters,
perplexing the phantoms at play.

Voices validating vague vagrant vocations
of poetry placed in parade,
with words waged in warring,
warning of the wheighman,
who knew you had dues left unpaid.

Before the seashore became her domain,
she’d wandered the wayside of pain,
locked in psychotic box
Doctor’s ticking clocks,
saying drain her poor brain once again.

Prefer sleep on the street keep her beat from defeat
she found sound vocation once more,
tourist response sterling,
shape sand to her seeing,
she sells sea shells, by the sea shore.

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2010

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Man Verses God

Bobby-O believes in astronomy – stars alignments and planets in tune
Jason justifies existence through science- life of “I am and done”
Evan gives evidence towards evolution- ameba to ape to man
Multitudes cry- “I believe in God!”
Though few live life outside the man

Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2012

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Absolute apprehension applied around angst…
Feasting from focused feminine filtration…
Mastering magnificent masculine manifestation…
Balance both bonded building brilliant Buddha body…
Enlightened electric energy evades everyone…
Harmonious humanity has hovering happiness halos…
Omnipresent oneness outlasts original
Sin, souls soaking superconscious supremacy…

Copyright © Darren Garmer | Year Posted 2011

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Radiant Path

Sustained Systematic soul soaring
Releases responsible realization retention
Activating angelic avatar awareness
Of owning one’s own omnipresent origins
Harvesting holistic humans
Entering enlightened energy
Manifesting majestic mortal minds
Into infinite inherent illumination

Copyright © Darren Garmer | Year Posted 2011

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They say Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder. ur beauty is a magnificent bright.A strong sight. & yet it gets bolder. Each glance of ur extravagant beauty. I shudder wit an uncalled duty. An uncontrollable effect of prescence & assets,I squirm into the pits,into the depts. I appreciate a beauty as fine as urs,its above the rest,its of an Eagle,it soars. I can't compare thou beauty,with anything less great, a lesser beauty shall not participate. Its damn near unapproachable,but extremely noticeable. A blind woman can see ur beauty.Without eyes,u can't mistake the beauty of the Earth's sunrise. Oh its no surprise,wats in thy eyes,a one of a kind beauty,that never dries. Ur beauty is pure,wit no additives. Rare is ur beauty, its hard 2 find. Its way beyond the surface,its ur heart,its ur mind.


Copyright © Kayla Bateaste | Year Posted 2012

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Heartache before the gate of grace

Today i suffocated by an anger of disgrace,
of misplaced sentiment i face... bent judgement,
a hord of unwated guilt wilts up inside my mind
 and sews a fine quilt stitched with hardened hands
as life itself expands and harbours my heart...
i am ill...
love ill of the blind leading the blind.
I find thoughts of others crippled, hung in time,
a sublime sequence saturated by what we don't see
as souls chained, unfree of selfish delude
of prude ways rained by ignorant's bliss...
i kiss your mouthes...
leave my disgraced taste apon your lips,
locked and sealed i dare you to breathe in
and feel the pain within the pain you instill 
as i am ill...
love ill of the blind leading the blind.
I find love in unexpected ways,
through the windows of the day's unopened door
i pour out my soul on this canvas i create
an ornate gesture of a being filled with desire,
of dreames i've acquired in an unforgiving world...
I hold out my heart and i cry a little
for i know it's torture before it's fate...
heartache before the gate of grace.

Copyright © Dominique Baptie | Year Posted 2011

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The Last Journey

The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes it went intrepid through mysterious tunnels,
Sometimes it thundererd over wide canals ,
Sometimes the journey resembled repose-
When it over the plains tip-toed.

Inside the mail beside an open door -
Sat a lass on the uncombed floor;
Dressed as she was most slovenly ,
Left was she in such a fate by all and sundry.

Suddenly a voice of her rang through the air,
Towards a person who was a tea vendor,
Give me some tea -she tried to speak aloud -
Offering a coin of twenty five paise again did she shout.

The venndor passrd unheared, 
His phony maners pricked my heart; 
She sat and seemed to muse - 
That she offered money and still was refused.

The motley of passengers,to help her--
All at heart were willing;
But it could be below thier dignity,
Of what were they fearing.

Then a person rose and like a foreman,
He did lend his helping hand;
Some read for her did he buy-
But when he want to her,to this nice guy,
And to this nasty world she haealready bade her last bye.

The mail seemed to run faster,
To carry the pure soul to her home's corner;
But, where will it find her destination?
When with her carrier only she had her home's relation.

Outside in the sea of darkness,many a dazzle blinked -
But for this poor lass the light of life forever did shrink,
Did this mean to a new light was she exposed?
And,did to hersoul the mysterious eternal dark disclose?

Copyright © Sonnet Mondal World Poet | Year Posted 2008

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Nights Nexus

Brick buildings bombard the burden of solitude;
brought on by the blossoming horizon.
Winds weave through walls of concrete;
waylaying waves of waste upward.

Sounds spawn the scent of the season;
sun shines sharply in the surreal sky.
Demons doomed, retreat to the depths of darkness;
destroying the dull and dreary day.

Gray curtains gown gloomy ghosts;
gazes engulfed by a glowing globe.
Natural notions of the inevitable occur;
uncovering nights nexus.

Copyright © Blaine Anderson | Year Posted 2008

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Tower of Babel

belfrey and the bats therein
   risen high on heady winds
as if a quirk as if a whim
   the bats like rats within  my soul
they sat like cats within my skull
   beneath this skin inside was sin
this world will fail for lack of men
   and bats full of rabid ilk
spilled my brain with spider silk
   i quaffed the gall and rancid milk
to binge i cringe outside the fringe
   and cinder singe my heart a twinge
O belfrey and the bats therein
   i've hurt my friends my love my kin
the world will fall because of men
   as ashes fall from burning oil
demand the bats be damned to toil
   be dimmed to gnats and brought to boil
the world will fall as well as men

Copyright © Sean Cosslett Moore | Year Posted 2007

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Intelligent Reasoning

Conscious contemplative Concentration…
Thankfulness thwarts thinking
From fracturing factual freedom…
Practice personal peace pausing
Daily doing deeds
Intending igniting illumination
Transforms time to timeless
Building beautiful beings…

Copyright © Darren Garmer | Year Posted 2011

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Hero in Chaos or Pauper in Paradise

It is better to be a pauper in paradise
Than a hero in chaos,
For a pauper in paradise can still
Partake in plentiful simple pleasures,
Yet a hero in chaos is neither free
From untimely death nor above the
Corrosive attrition that fear begets.

All rights released into Public Domain

Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2016

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Quantum Link

Anxious angst acquires accelerated aging
Mindfully meditating master’s molecular malevolence
Dispelling disease dysfunction
Chronically contaminating critical
Thinker thoughts thunderously
Eroding energy engulfing
Harmonious human happiness
Only original opulent oneness
Graduates getting genuine genius gifts...

Copyright © Darren Garmer | Year Posted 2011

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the stream-winners

well, that's a choice and many ascending-avatars spent eons of time in their caves trying to get out from behind the many-reflections of this sentimental-reality in flow -- this was the goal for awhile and they were called stream-winners when they'd finally grasped that the numinous moving-us is just a trick of the light --

however, the means of getting out of the stream all together was as illusive as stepping in the same stream twice, so they sat staring at forever, until wonder turned into awe and their eyes glittered with the beauty that they saw, and then they found that the stream returns in an infinite 'eternal-recurrence' which means that not only do you step in the same stream twice or more, but that the stream craves you more and more each time it passes by, longing for you in infinite waves, speeding up to feel you deep-inside; 'tis then that you have more and more deja-vu's flowing inside-out to open your eyes wide, from this free-flowing streaming-embrace, this free streaming-love in which we each take a step in grace ...

Copyright © Jerry Whalley | Year Posted 2011

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The Shape Shifter

Agreeable yet contrary
Friend sometime adversary
Willing yet stubborn
Ignorant sometimes to learn
Rich and poor in a myriad of ways
Driven and focused still to laze
Answer with contradiction
Fact yet fiction
Possessed with unseen truth
Believing only what it can use
Self centered and giving
One but fractured living
No single thought to remain
Even though a familiar refrain
Solid yet a quivering mass
Moving forward through the past
Lost in a moment eternity to last
The shape shifter moves in liquid cement
Anchored by the foot in the moment
Always the same but in constant change
Solid logic lost in mental derange
Not knowing what he display
Thinking himself a molded array
The shape shifter exterior so stiff
Inside the jelly rests and sits
The name of the shape shifter
Man, yes man it is

Copyright © milton benson | Year Posted 2007

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Lightening The Dark

Where would I be if the light shines that seeps the darkness to the trunk of a tree, corner of the road where wayfarer stops to rest where would I be if the building of imagination cloud my heartbeat to the serenity of wanderlust. 

Where would I be if the thought of gal written on his innermost, pattern of line sucking pain like  peg of rendezvous that render him fruitless ponder to the Panorama Paper, 

Where would I be if my bald head where I must learn to taste the soup of life to the sound of personification, where would I be if it fails to describe the velvet in the morning sun from far East of the sky. 

Where would I be if the town torn to the twins shape with night cloud of darkness where would I be if the color of my mentality to ball shape where would I be if all the streets weren't dark, where would I be if they pay bills for see the moon in the sky, where would I be if it doesn't let individuals count the stars.
Where  would I be if it is dark like monster it surely blames you for my dark skin color to the color of tarmac tightening my understanding where would I be if I have to pay electricity bills while I bath in the sun and count stars everyday, Thanks God the smiling boy  keeps on coming from the sky sharing to all.

Where would I be if the sound of bees vanished in the air, to control my imagination, where would I be if the sun stops smiling to the scent of salad, 

where would I be if the moon was control by Africa leaders, where would I be if the taste of food was controlled by our greedy

Where would I be if the sun stopped given me vitamin D, where would I be if I stopped writing poetry. Where would I be if the night stops swallowing the day, where would I be if the President to construct trains lines in the air. 

Where would I be if the city  stops to lit candles to see heaven, where would I be if Africa to be self sufficient, 
where would I be if I stopped thinking.

Where would I be if the International Criminal Court isn't there, Where would I be if African Presidents weren't indicted to the Criminal Court.

Copyright © Mohamed Manzur Bah | Year Posted 2017