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Stuck in a world, she can't find her place
Feeling like noone cares, 
looking for away out of this evil crule place she calls home
her mother pretends like nothing is happening 
she pretty much raises her 7 year old brother and her 9 and 10 year old sisters
she thinks that she isn't brave anymore
that all happyness is gone
she tries, so hard, she ends up with a fork in the road
noone sees it coming
she can't leave her brother and her sisters behind, 
they are the only things keeping her alive, 
her father is crule, sick, twisted, so many ways to discribe him 
she's afraid that if she tells, she'll be taken away from her siblings 
she's tries to hide behind her walls, she paints up her walls
she tries and tries and yet...
She's still stuck in a world where she can't find her place

Copyright © Caity Lynn Bain | Year Posted 2012

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There's little left now, Lawson, mate, of your home by the hill, 
Except, a guarding sentinel, the chimney stands there still; 
To some it's just another site, for tourists passing through, 
Perhaps they've never read your works - how sad, but maybe true. 
Eurunderee and childhood days, please tell me if I'm wrong, 
Instilled in you mixed memories and feelings, oh so strong. 
Yes, monumental moments mate;  the hardship and the joy. 
They brought to mind old childhood days when I was just a boy. 
Is that your Dad with shouldered axe and wand'ring off somewhere? 
His cross-cut saw with him as well.  I'm sure it's him, I swear. 
The dark haired lady on the log and scribbling on a pad; 
Your Mum I guess at work on verse;  she taught you well my lad. 
Old grandpa Albury's visiting and dons his greasy hat. 
 I know it's him, no other soul could ever shout like that. 
The muck on brother Charlie's face.  It's not Jim Nowlett's brew? 
He surely can't believe that tale, 'cause none of it is true. 
I see young brother Peter mate is tending cows again. 
You mentioned how they liked to stray.  You're right, they are a pain. 
Is that a horseman riding up and pack horse by his side? 
It can't be old Dave Regan.  No!  They told me he had died.  
If Billy Grimshaw's teams passed now, his bales of wool so high, 
He couldn't swear from being bogged;  the bitumen runs by. 
The gold has long but disappeared, though grape vines grow here still; 
Red wine is known around the world;  I know, I've had my fill. 
I can't stay any longer mate I've got a way to go; 
To join up with my poet friends, up Queensland way you know.  
I'm glad though that I stopped a while to reminisce with you, 
Like Banjo mate, deep down within, I saw you as true blue. 

Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005

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A Brother

They come in all shapes These folks we call friends Opinions they share And souls each one bares. But no friend comes close To that of a brother Great strength from within Tender hearts that don’t smother. It’s often been said To have many friends One first is a friend With whom one breaks bread. When one needs to glean The support of another Seek out far and wide The comfort of a brother!

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

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Akala mo lang

(My apologies! This poem is wrtten in Filipino....for my brother Edwin...i hope to translate it one day)

Noong tayoy mga bata pa...
Wala akong maalala....
Na sa akin ay nakipaglaro ka....
Pwera lang sa pagkakataong nag iisa....

Noon ay katabi kita....
Isang maliit na plastic aking nakita....
Na isinuot ko sa aking ulo hanggang mukha....
Naalala kong hindi ako makahinga....
Tulungan mo 'ko!!! Akoy nagmakaawa....

Dala na rin ng iyong pagkabata....
Ako ay iyong binalewala....
Salamat sa ating kasambahay....
Ako'y nabigyan pa ng ikalawang buhay....

Habang tayoy nagkakaedad....
Naalala kong tayo'y laging nagbababag....
Kahit mas malaki ka sa akin....
Pinapatulan kita tuwing ako ay iyong hahamunin....

Noong nag eeskwela na tayo....
Hindi ko maalalang kami'y iyong kasalo....
Sa ano mang tagumpay na iyong natamo....
Pero ni minsan hndi kami nagtampo....
Kahit na obvious naman na ikaw ang paborito

Pero aming kapatid....

Nais naming malaman mo....
Mula noon hanggang sa panahong ito.....
Akala mo lang wala pero meron meron meron....
Aming pagmamahal ay totoo....
Na Para lamang sa iyo....

Hindi man kami magsalita....
Ramdam namin kung ikaw ay masaya....
Ganun din kung ika'y may dinadala....
Sa lahat ng pagkakataon sana....
Iyong maisip na may apat na maria....
Sa iyo ay nagpapahalaga!

Ngayong singkwenta ka na....
Nawa'y nakikita mo na....
Na napakaganda ng iyong naging buhay....
Na ondoy at habagat ka man....
Nakatayo ka pa din at di bumibigay....

Panahon na para kami naman ang iyong pansinin
Ang iyong mga kapatid na pagkakaganda
O sige na nga kasama ang ating ina
Tutal nasa singapore ka!
Nampucha naman magpasalubong ka!

Sensya na hindi ko na alam
Paano tapusin ang alay na tula
Aking ilong ay nagdurugo na
Katinko ko ay simot na
Pakatandaan mo lang....
Mahal ka namin aming kuya!

Copyright © Eliza Dimagiba | Year Posted 2013

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Best Friend

I remember the very first time I saw you,
You wiped the sweat off your forehead,
I remember what all I use to say to you,
Followed my heart, I love you,
Maybe I needed to guard what I say,
Or express it in another way,
I hope I did you no harm,
Or is that what you call destiny,
Please know in your heart,
Eventhough how things played out,
My life and all its' worth,
Worth calling existing - living,
And without ever crossing paths,
My life would have been blah,
Words can not express how I feel about you,
Celebrate our love, if nothing more ever than be my best friend,
You are my very breath and hope of hearing from and possibly seeing you,
The very reason I make it through another day,
Our love we will celebrate far and away,
But in my heart, you are right here with me today,
I love you friend,
You make this world and all it contains worth living,
My heart smiles when it thinks of you,
I will somehow express my heart before I leave this earth,
So much I want to say,
I don't want to complicate things,
I just want you to be healthy, happy and carefree,
I know you love me,
You don't have to say it like I so often do,
I knew day one, 
When I became good friends to you!
I love you, boo!
I do!
Best of luck,
Live like you were dying!

Copyright © Jason Fisher | Year Posted 2013

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The Scholastic Mechanic!

Please allow me to introduce,
Without any pardon or excuse,
A man who needs no introduction,
To those he’s given instruction,

A man who has always helped me,
To understand extreme fallacy,
Through guidance and edification,
He spreads his extreme education,

Now he never reserves his lessons,
And always leaves his impressions,
Upon those he teaches his schtick,
For he is our scholastic mechanic,

Always he tinkers under the hood,
To find the best of what is good,
And now without further adieu,
I am proud to present to you,

A man who’s mind always races,
And affords us other head cases,
A view most definitely skewed,
By great wisdom and high I.Q.,

A man whom I proudly call my brother,
Who’s humble wit makes him tougher,
Than my boastful wages however manic,
…Our G-Man the scholastic mechanic!

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2009

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My Family

My Family is very important to me
We are all united
We all love each other
Being together just makes us so excited

Now I'm going to tell you about my mom
She loves us all
She is always so calm
She does so much for us

Next up is my dad
He always tries to be so funny
But his jokes are so bad
It's really quite sad

Last is my brother
He really likes to dance
He's really like no other
Being silly is really his thing

Copyright © Hannah Stockwell | Year Posted 2015

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Today I am crying
I am crying that my brothers are fighting
The fighting started from historical claim
The claim that never any sides to give in
Today my tears fell to my bosom
I am anxious to what happen

Why never the peace is reign?
Why war shall be the end?
Why the people love to kill?
Why there is no way to end without blood spill?

I am not superman to stop the falling tears
I wanted to embrace my brothers to say please stop!
Please stop the war that spills blood.
I wanted to cry out loud but my sober is louder

Please end the war 
Stop and give ending
There would be no winner fighting between brothers
The only winner in war is “loser” for fighting with brothers
There must be other ways - to the end the bloodshed!
Please stop it, stop the war!!!
Stop the war!
Stop the fighting!
Stoppppppppppppppppppp the War!!!!!
Where are you UNNNNNNNNN?

Sunday, 3rd March 2013

A poem for the current skirmish in Lahad Datu and Semporna
Sabah, Malaysia. Let us all pray for PEACE! 

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

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Still mean so much to me

The flowers I used to send you
will have died so long ago
and the love letters
that I wrote from my heart
that allowed our love to grow.

All the magical times we shared
and how much we showed we cared
Will mean nothing now
But they still mean so much to me.

Every girl I've  met since
in some way reminded me of you
and just as things seemed to go ok
I'd suddenly get blue
You were such a big part of me
and once I was such a big part of you.

I just wonder of ever think of me
once in a long while and remember
the memories I so cherish 
and it makes you smile.

I guess what I'm trynig to say
is that I still love you
as crazy as it seems your still the lady
of my dreams
forever more
and if you ever needed me
they'll always be an open door
I know you may never here my song
but I just had to express the emotions
inside me that feel so strong.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014

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Flying High

Crystallize your world today
Ride the river the color gray
Young and old all at one time
Seeing no place to draw the line
Have the time of your life today
Again and again learn how to pray
Learn how to read the lines in your hand
Make the gray river silver land
Every step gets you closer to Hell
Temples fall, losing all you once held
Had you ever thought of such a lonely trip?
Mess with the devil, he hits back
Pray and pray for your god to come back
How can things change if you won't?
Every part of your life is like a cruel joke
Testing the waters, you fell in
Asking for help as more troubles begin
Massive waves slap and hold you down
In a moment it feels you might down
Next thing you know you have been saved
Eternally God helps, but you're eternally depraved
Telling yourself everything is alright
When will you learn that this is not life?
Embers burn into the blackest of souls
Another sold to the devil, so cold
Killed the whole idea of you

Copyright © Janet Runyan | Year Posted 2015

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A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2009

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Her words

Great stories will be told
Of great men and women who lived and loved
Of legends who spoke of power and prosperity
Of those who served humanity with dignity
Those who died in truth lies they loathed
Those with a heart in them,
She will be among such great stories.

Hear her and save yourself
Hold onto her words live with them
In those words dwell wisdom for life
In those words dwell wealth and good health
And these that I tell you, are not mine but of her own
I have been with her enough to know what to tell you.

Remember many have passed through her hands
They never disappointed her, in good lands they did land
where will you be? will you make her proud? 
she has always counted on you,she saw your worth
This she kept saying since your birth
so rise and live her dreams for you
Show her your have known yourself
That you have broken out of the comfort zone cocoon
That your are hatched into a butterfly of duty.

when you fall you must rise
when you lose you must  persist to win
when you sow you must reap
when you abstain from pleasure you live
when you earn learn to save
Always know Jesus saves
These her words always like fresh manure
sprinkle them on your roots and grow.

Copyright © Griffins Ndhine | Year Posted 2015

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This is beautiful world
A den we live in good
And this is my heart
A chamber I put you at

I never surrender await for you 
The dawn and the dusk came and go 
Now I found you I won’t let you go
The day you left silent me in sorrow

The world is not crazy
Those lonely days were laid for me
I crossed the high bridge of grief
I longed the days we simply missed

You let me feel no alone
Your presence is my own
You never let the sun down
You are the moon I head on

If you need the eyes to cry
I’ll lend you my tears to try
If you want me to fly
Let me adore you by

I love you everyday
Never any word to play
A replacement to this someday
I love you until grey. 

Don’t ever let it go again
Don’t try to leave me then
Don’t forget you are my given
Don’t let this love suffering...

9 December 2011- 11AM

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2012

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Heritage is our past.
It is our compass.
A direction forward.
A trail of facts.
Heritage is indeed a fact.
Lets walk our lives' tract.
I am never in the dark.
I will stay out of the trap.
Like a dog did the bark.
I sail my Layag to trace what is back.
Indeed heritage is a trail of martabbat.
To move, start with one step forward.
I love you heritage.
Layag Sug!

Martabbat means a pride, honor and morality.

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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Some Of Us

Some of us get it, some of us don't.
Many of us start the work some of us won't.
Different rooms with unfamiliar faces
Similar stories from a myriad of places.

"Keep it simple, take it easy". That's what I hear.
Truly a blessing not to cower in fear.
Trying to be silent, absorb what is said
To leave the group hopeful, not filled with dread.

Thoughts of my brother now four years dead.
Still feeling pain over angry words said.
Knowing with his God he is at peace.
Asking of my God for some sense of release.

Struggled along the way to six months earned.
Know how to stir up hornets nests, that I've learned.
Hearing the wisdom of all the aged codgers,
Grumpy old men thinking they're Mr. Rogers.

Making amends to those I had harmed,
Most understood, while others not charmed.
My path is clear, of that I'm certain.
Others decide to raise their own curtain.

Failure of others is painful to see.
Not watching my ass, that could be me.
The beast is a menace, indifferent to all.
Some of us rise, too many of us fall.

Copyright © Robert Kellogg | Year Posted 2013

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William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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there must be someone

There must be someone somewhere, looking for me
The must be someone somewhere, Watching on me
There must be someone somewhere
There must be someone on my way

There must be someone in space, calling my name
There must be some out there, reading my poem 
There must be someone somewhere
There must be someone on my way

There must be someone some place, leading my way
There must be someone some land, looking on me
There must be someone somewhere
There must be someone on my way

There must be someone somewhere waiting for me
There must be someone somewhere 
There must be someone somewhere
There must be someone on my way

There must be someone somewhere, clever than me
There must be someone somewhere, wiser than me
There must be someone somewhere
There must be someone on my way
There must be someone somewhere, stronger than me
There must be someone somewhere, holier than me
There must be someone somewhere
There must be someone on my way

Copyright © ISAAC KINZAMBI | Year Posted 2015

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Seven Sorry Soldiers

Seven sorry soldiers
Hiding in a ditch
Errol caught some shrapnel
And then there were six

Six sorry soldiers
Barely glad to be alive
Barrett took a bullet
And then there were five

Five sorry soldiers
As brave as trained to be
Geoff and Tom stood on a bomb
That left only three

Three sorry soldiers
Curt and Blare and Ron
Blare was scalped from a turret
The other two went on

Two sorry soldiers
Ronald T and Curt
Curtis had to press right on
When Ronald B got hurt

Just one sorry soldier:
Curtis M McGee
One of seven not yet in heaven
That sorry soul is me

Copyright © Andrew Holt | Year Posted 2016

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There emanates a point in your life 
when you recognize who actually matters,
 who never did, and who always will.
Who`s words gave you a curious satisfaction,
 as when a coin, tested, rings true gold.
Someone who come to your rescue and brightened
 so many of your routine days.
Someone who never turned his back on you 
or told you that you wasn’t good enough 
or let you down. 

Someone who can perceive the reality 
and agony in you even when you are bamboozling everyone else.
Someone who talk to you, 
with a voice soft and sweet as a tune that one knows.
Who gives you love that sings and has wings as a bird.
Someone who crack you up with laughter,
And touch your heart with their kindness.
Someone who went through so much pain and who still have time 
for you.

Someone who discerns the track in your soul
 and can croon it back to you when you have forgotten the lyrics.
Someone who is fanciful
 and extravagant as a caliph's dream.
Who`s friendship is pure as the naked heavens.
Someone who can take your hand and comfort your tears,
hold you and soothe your fears.
Someone who is as precious as the, diamond which sinked,
when the titanic sanked. 

Someone who makes you giggle,
even when you think you'll never smile again.
Someone who fills your life up
 like a cup with bubbling and sparkling liquor.
Someone you tell your secrets deep,
and trust them in your heart you’ll keep.
Someone to hold your hand,
or a hug to say I care.

Copyright © Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2016

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RIP My Brother

Today marks seven years you had to go. 
Your journey here was a tough tow. 
To better things the other side. 
You've left me feeling really lost. 
But the memories are never tossed. 
Even though you're in a better place. 
That don't stop the tears rolling down my face. 
You were my buddy, my pal, my friend. 
Most of all you were my brother that held my hand. 
RIP I love you always!

Copyright © Letitia Alvarez | Year Posted 2011

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New Moon

New moon
New leaf
New sorrow
New grief

New pain and suffering
Never ending, never dying
Not a soul, not a sinner
Never wishing, never crying

Now a time, then a place
First a heart, then a spade
Next of kin, next in line
Never being, never made

Not to be mistaken for
Not to be forgiven from
Never to be damaged for
Banished to or driven from

Take my hand, take it now
Take it while you can
Take your time forever
Help me understand

Take it to the smithy
He'll bash it out for you
Take your heart to Hylda
She'll bare it on the wall

Take it to the jester
He'll figure out the gist
Who can see your mind
Who can hear your fist

Take it home to Linah
She'll box it up for you
Serve it to you backwards
Send you to the zoo

New moon never rising
New leaf never dying
New sorrow never sown
New grief never known

Take your mother by the hand
Touch her soft and gentle soul
Touch your brother, take his hand
Take his burden, feel him stand

Dear Linah, sweet goddess
Please tell me, is it you?
Catch the breeze, catch the wave
Feel your heart drift away

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015

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They are recruited
for Operation
trained to kill
their brethrens  

Aware that is to
attack Sabah

They refused!

They were killed and
on the island named

That event inscribed
as Jabidah Massacre 
then reported on 18
March 1968
Willingly sacrificed
their lives to avoid
on attacking Sabah
on the order of the

their sacrifice
shall not be a

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

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The Fire

Can’t remember the match, just the magic of the fire
We were both oddly lured -  a forbidden desire
Eyes glued to the flame.  
Was it fire we blamed?
Or that childhood game?
So miraculously sacred with fear mixed inside
I was age seven, Joey was five.
Strike one, blow it out.  Strike two and strike three..
The flame was in charge of him and of me.
We heard someone coming
The fourth match was lit
Joey afraid, he grabbed onto my wrist
“Hide it in here!” and he covered the flame
With the top of his ‘jammies’
And the terror began.
So much more to this story
All the lives it touched sorely.
A Karmic Event, throwing life one more blow
The strike of a match so long, long ago 
The ripple of waves it left in it’s tow
There are people in heaven 
Who really do know
Every blessing that match caused
With it’s powerful glow. 
For me it’s still baggage
And I miss Joey so....

Copyright © karen feist | Year Posted 2008

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Peace On Earth

Driving through this neighborhood 
Of boarded houses, nothing good 
A scary feeling wraps me tight 
I shouldn't be here late at night 
My brother called, I had to go 
Beyond my help, 'I know, I know.' 
Yet still I need to recognize 
It could be me behind those eyes 
Of lost forgotten souls that thrive 
In poverty with hopeless lives 
The future is a memory 
Of things they used to think they'd be 
Their thoughts were not so grandiose 
A roof, a job, a life, at most 
And now they go down every morn 
To drink a jug of methadone
Each day begins and ends the same 
They burned their bridges, their family's name 
The loss we feel as we sit smug 
Has deepened like the hole they dug 
The life preservers that we threw 
Were used as tools...'We knew, we knew.' 
To drag them down to deeper depths 
We watch them drown as they repent 
Their children cry, their parents hurt 
Their only peace comes in the dirt. 
Peace on earth, peace on earth.

Copyright © karen feist | Year Posted 2007

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Not enough to love
Held too close to even see what you did not mean
But a memory of a shadow erased.
What I saw looking at you, was nothing, but a temptation
I needed deliverance from and still be holy.

Erased the memory of the past to find my future you’re not in.
The thought of having you around made me
Realize that I was man enough to say my heart won’t stop,
Just to be broken by your useless speech of regret.

Sky does not fall this time, but I’m keeping my cool
Forgetting all that ever came to my life that you made known
For all I ever learned was you are not patient than your words
For long have you forgotten that it does not last, but stays

Chasing after what cannot be found in the outer, but in the heart
Will only make me realize that I’m the only one crazy to fight
For one that won’t even stay to see the battle to the end till one
But this time it’s meaningless to stay when I can breathe alone

It’s meaningless to stay where no one can come and give me a hand
So to stand alone it will take the best out of me to even cause
A feeling of doubt in my mind and never to love again in this life
But I won’t be so meaningless because I give you what I know, I’m free                       By: Karen mathe

Copyright © karen mathe fumani | Year Posted 2015

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vampirical support group


partial regression of the thin vertabrae,
   slumping in a vampire support group.

 cheap folding chairs reapolstered
 in victorian velvet.

   styrofoam cups held in a languid grasp
    stained with revlon crimson lip gloss.

    morbid pathologies in the carpet.

    i taste the ugly pattern..
 blue hexagons with gray squares.

  im tired of returning to this place staring at the 
carpet and drinking folders dry roast coffee.

  turn the events .. strange..  

  sick again of the avenue that brought me here..  

  floor-light-escent-bulbs.. in the hallway bleed pale arteries.



Copyright © nathan martin | Year Posted 2016

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Ever long we stare to the East
The waters dance with glee.
Alluring at the very least
This symphony may be. 

We watch those who know this beauty
And those who seek Her cheer,
We watch those who know such bounty
Yet nigh do these folk fear

That this dance be a siren call
A cruel temptress awaits.
Such cacophony nigh to stall 
Virgin people from cold fate

For though Her waters can caress
Enveloped in her folds,
Some foolish bathers are remiss
In the power that She holds.

Hark! To arms! Victims call, 'Distress!'
This sound we dread to hear, 
"Go now! Repulse death's harsh egress,"
As there is ceaseless fear

That there will be tragic failure
An agile step misplaced,
That the Ocean will call once more,
With smothering embrace.

And so we navigate her waves
The pounding force beware,
The mouth of the Devil himself
Comes here-forth to ensnare. 

"Onward, dauntless brothers!" we hear,
"Against the waves we go, 
For there is one who was swallowed
Fight for his life so!" 

Into the mounting fray we dive,
Against the rising swell.
Now such ranks form to hunt for him
And pull from water'd hell.

Mercilessly, cruel time crawls forth
As lungs begin to burn,
Our hope wilts as it comes to pass
The point of no return. 

Yet nigh will we ever desist,
We will reclaim this man.
Duty burns as Sun o'erhead
To bear him back to land. 

Near the shore a whistle blasts thrice,
Do I dare to believe?
The call of a search successful,
A body they start to heave.

Hold for his life dearest brothers
Though the water crash down!
It is in obstinate resolve
That you earned your renown. 

Hold steadfast, continue the watch
Arrogant creatures we,
To think our meager lives our own,
They belong to the sea.

Copyright © Christian Smith | Year Posted 2014

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So; I divulge to the moon.
I demonstrate eternal life
I divulge credentials
When will I be proud
When will I be happy
I am unhappy
I want to digress and plug
What shall I do
I will digress
I want to go to Greece

Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2012

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Oh, Lord, is this how it will be? Placid as a frozen lake – savvy as the silver serpent
that moves beneath it surface? 
Must I be the same?
This is simple lucid dreaming is it not?
To come upon a clothing store in age and consent but offered no service? 
Where amid these shackled hours and entrapped hearts are the conditions for surrender
mapped out?
 I ask you – oh, god-head – make reveal those who would remand the closure of the day, to
render wholeness one big puzzle; I’ve no sleep this mourning, my body’s mortality was
ticking all night; so as to calm its sacramental rite, I tugged at its extremities to seek
an answer there, I poked deep for my soul but it came up mostly air. So, oh Lord now I beg
you, I will close mine eyes and pray; fall upon one knee and ask forgiveness stay; oh how
you have answered – a thunderous, silent display upon my eyelids back, from the veins of
angel’s blood I sense the course my soul is taking, in solace, deep beneath the cask of
flesh and sinew to a place of comfort, lord I see, I knew it all along:
Your being has been me…

Copyright © Joe DINKI | Year Posted 2008

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The Fake Ticket - a sequel

What do you mean it isn’t real
It was a winning ticket
And now all I can think to do
Is wonder where to stick it

A barcode and instructions
It sure looks real to me
It sure looks like a winner
How could this ever be

Well …
If you try to scan that barcode
You’ll see just what I mean
You just might see blue smoke
And wreck the poor machine

You buy them at the five and dime
Two fifty for a pack
I only gave you one
Or you would have a heart attack

I really didn’t mean it 
When I said those nasty things 
I really love your family
And the way your mother sings

The way your sister struts her stuff
And flaunts her diamond rings
The way your brother stuffs his gullet
Full of chicken wings

I would have gave it all to them
You know I was just fooling
I hope they keep on bringing food
You know I’ve had no skooling

Who thought that I was capable
Such utter foul demar
Who knew I’m so despicable 
It’s bound to leave a scar

Dang me and defeat me
They ought to take a stick and beat me
A tree to hang my shame on
A rope to write my name on
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015

Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015