Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding
Do not let our words run dry
Together, in strength, we will always know
And now you know,
So smile, be joyous, and kiss these candid truths
For they proclaim your greatness to the universe
In shouts of glory, in loving whispers,
On every shine of ocean shivers,
You will always know
I love you for you
To all my poetic friends, this poem is dedicated to you! This includes: David Breidenthal, Sharon Breidenthal, Rebecca Larkin, Justin A. Bordner, Just That Archaic Poet(Chan), HGarvey Daniel Esquire, James Peranteau, Guillermo Soto, Mystic Rose(Vienna), Dan Kearley, Liam Mcdaid, Kim Patrice Nunez, Rob S, Jack Ellison, Duke Beaufort, Drake Eszes(Gabriel), Davina Browne, Gary Bateman , Kyle Carlson, John Fleming, Peter Walsh, Sarah Kendrick, Jade Celeste(Eileen), Mikey Scribner, Bindu Vijayan, Don Johnson, Jake Ponce, FJ Thomas, Jan Allison, Emile Pinet, Honestly J.T, Stephen Kilmer, SKAT A, Tim Ryerson, Richard Lamoureaux, Maurice Yvonne, Giorgio A.V, Lyric Man, Mustapha Mohammed, Justin Connor, Tim Smith, Poet Destroyer A (Linda), Olive Eloisa Guillermo, James Marshall Goff, Hannington Mumo, scott thirtyseven, Judy Kronos, Eve Roper, Sandra Haight, Gautami Phookan, Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, Connie Marcum Wong,Rightly Jennings
Nathan Fehr, Devin Irving, Robert L. Hinshaw, Ralph Taylor,Tanja Vermaak,Nicole Viernes,Neva Romaine, Anne Lise Andreson, Nandita Das, Funom Makama, Kevin Leake, Tammy Reams, Dean Marais, David Meade, Debbie Guzzi, Peter Holmes, Sunflower Poetess, Dr.Upma A. Sharma, William Gray, Rajat Kanti Chakraba Rty, Courtney Courtney, Cherl Dunn, David Brown, Casarah Nance, Paul Callus, Ronald Zammit, Jiril Clemons, Carl Fraser, Afolabi Muideen, Dr. Ram Mehta, Shadow Hamilton, Donovan Willis, Cynthia Ferguson, Ed Ebbs, Nette Onclaud, Cindy Cayton, Wayne Riley, Muhammad Safa Thajudeen, Sheri Fresonke Harper, Yeisiel Rios, Chelsea Chords, David Mohn, Gerald Moise, Verlena S. Walker, Kelly Deschler, Ettie Christian, Arild Andresen Ertsland, Malik Yaseen, Kurdt Cohen, Arlene Smith, Karl Marszalowicz, Pace INK-U-SCRIPT, Elly D. A. Wouterse, Pandita Sanchez, Elisabeth Wesley, Carrie Richards, John Loving iii, Andrea Dietrich, Chris D. Aechtner, Robert Petitt, Jay Loveless, KJ Force, Vicky Tsiluma, Craig Cornish, Johnney Rhinem, Keith Bickerstaffe, David Scott, The Situation, Red Fiery, Painted Hunter, Harry Horseman, Edward Orozco, Wayland Bunch, Wally Flint ,James Horn...and so many more!!!
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
Through the hushed whisper of the breeze
Flowing through the majestic circling pine trees
I sense that I have stepped
Into a sacred hallowed space
A GARDEN OF ROSES
A heady perfume hits the senses
Euphoric, Exhilarating, Enticing, Ethereal comes to mind
Heaven sighs in a high frequency of vibrations
To whisk one away to never before felt heights
An Awe descends on me
It's as if time itself has frozen
A spiritual and mystical alignment
Encased In A Timeless Capsule Of Love
Reserved for the weary of heart perhaps?
Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony
Where no negative emotion except love
ANGELS SING FROM ABOVE
And I feel it deep in my pores
I see it in the mother who lifts her child to smell a rose
I see the artist who strives to capture its beauty
In the frail old lady whose carer brings her wheel chair close to the Blooms
In the star crossed lovers
In the older couple who stare fascinated at the thorns on the stems
Perhaps contemplating their past journey
That is now in a blissful state of BLOOM
And I wonder to myself
Since roses from countries around the world
Can bloom in complete harmony
Why can’t we as humans do the same?
Dedicated to my Mum, whose love for roses shone through with her peaceful nature and her love for peace and harmony in the family. 'La Vie en Rose' was one of her favorite songs.
MAY ALL NATIONS LIVE IN PEACE
This poem Is Not about the 120 varieties of Roses represented by the best species from 120 different nations.
This poem Is Not about the beautiful hues from almost black red, to sanguine reds, pinks, orange, yellows, delicate Harlequin tri-colours of shades of red to cream or the unusual roses of blues and even almost indigos. All these pictures you can see on the net if you look up the Ryoseni Temple in Nara Osaka which we visited on our recent trip to Japan.
This poem Is Not about the hundreds and thousands of Rose blossoms encircled by a thousand pine trees.
This poem Is About the concept behind this Rose garden established in 1957 as a living prayer for Peace and Harmony among all nations, not long after WWII.
This poem Is About the tangible positive, peaceful energy that pervades these gardens. A gentle breath of wind is instrumental to the delicate petals scintillating in orchestration and releasing the beautiful fragrance throughout this massive Rose garden.
This is a garden that binds Nations together with Roses that are not only an international symbol of Peace, Romance and Love, but it is no coincidence that it is a species with the highest harmonic vibrational energy frequency of 320 mhz. A most beneficial and elevating energy to our well being. (Humans have a frequency of 62 mhz to 68 mhz at full health).
Let’s bring back LOVE & HARMONY people - starting right HERE.
For more on the beauty of Japan you may like to visit my poem 'Seduction In Spring - A Haiku Garland'
La Vie En Rose sung by Daniela Andrade
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their
*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board Members of Big Corporations, Major Shareholders who vote for these Board
Members, Corrupt Managers, Dishonest Used Car Salesmen, Presidential Candidates with more than two Residences, Elected Presidents (and their lackeys who pretend to regulate but look the other way)
**The Enslaved: Workers, Career Regulators who are trying to protect the public, Honest Hard Working Citizens, Students--some with oppressive loans, Immigrants, Soldiers, Police, Firemen and Firewomen, Parents, Children, Orphans, Disabled, The Sick, Small Business Owners (who don’t hire lobbyists), Volunteers, Health Care Workers, Welfare Recipients, Inventors, Investors, Entrepreneurs, Actors, Artists, Journalists who do in-depth investigation (not like those with FOX News, ABC Radio or many other of the outlets where they mouth the status quo), Non Profit Corporations, Charities, Teachers, Transportation Workers, Waiters and Waitresses, Dishwashers, Servants, Farmers, Managers, Ship Hands, Cooks, Unemployed
Author' s Note: Have been at Occupy Wall Street 8 days in the past two months--which is why I haven't been here--plus I have to work. Miss you all, but it's for a good cause. I am very briefly seen on Conan's feature: Triumph the Insult Comic Dog at Occupy Wall Street if you are looking for some humor with a little umph.
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2011
Falling ever helplessly
Into a burning sea
Of passion and desire
Where Rraine surpasses me
Comforted of saving grace
Rising to a cloud of peace
Where Rraine inspires me
Now my life’s a billow
A churning fantasy
A blanket and a pillow
Where Rraine amazes me
Longing for a day of Rraine
Under a pecan tree
My thoughts a scorching desert
Where Rraine refreshes me
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2016
In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street.
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.
A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable.
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see.
I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop.
You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a little and calms.
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.
You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock.
Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed.
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap.
Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss.
Dedicated to all the woman of the world.
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
The Warrior On Top The Mountain
Swings His Sword Like A Legend
Though I'm Skilled In Combat
Let These Words Teach You A Lesson...
Some Avoid War Because
They Could Lose In The End
I Avoid War Because
What I Will Destroy Just To Win....
It Is Better To Let The Hate Move On
And Let The Love Stand Still
Copyright © Cortez Maurell Lewis | Year Posted 2013
REST IN PEACE CORONATION STREET
It is with real sadness and deep regret that we announce the death of Coronation Street. Born in December 1960 in a back street in Manchester, it grew up to become the most watched and best-loved series on television. Noted for all its wit, sharp storylines and strong characters, Coronation Street was unmissable. Fans flocked to Granada Studios to see the place of its birth, and videos of its life and times sold in their thousands.
Millions of fans adored its residents, which included Ena Sharples and Elsie Tanner, whose presence and confrontations on screen crackled and mesmerised; the unforgettable Hilda and Stan Ogden who knew their place (deep in our hearts); and Ken and Deirdre with their continual rows and love interests. For years, it entertained and reigned supreme, regularly topping the viewing charts.
But, almost unnoticed, Coronation Street became ill. An occasional deviation from the script here, a far-fetched storyline there, and the introduction of characters who seemed to have lost their way en route to an Eastenders audition. Fans noticed. What was happening?
In denial, Coronation Street refused to go to the doctor. Gradually its main characters were usurped and suffocated as ‘modern families’, and ‘storylines relevant to today’ took over.
A cancer of political correctness set in. Terminally stricken, Coronation Street grew worse and, unable to watch the death of an old friend, viewers deserted it. There were many at the funeral: scriptwriters who thought, wrongly, that they could raise the dead, and actors and actresses who were glad of the work but knew little of the deceased.
The real Coronation Street was brilliant in its day. Now, friends of the late series can only mourn: they thought it would go on for ever. No flowers by request, but a donation to any organisation teaching scriptwriting would be most appreciated.
Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015
To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
By His goodness
And by His grace
A second with
> GOD <
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
The most Divine
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
That He should bring
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012
To the Children of the World
You, little pounding drums of hope,
Who echo the dreams of a myriad years,
You, unyielding sparkles of wisdom,
Who answer the prayers of billions of hearts,
You, fortifying steps of eternity,
Who erect the aspirations of fallen souls,
Past, present and future have turn their,
Glittering eyes upon you,
Expecting you to march on, with all your energy,
Under the banner of inspiring love,
Conquering humanity’s unconquered
Demolishing divisions’ un-demolished
And building, the unbuildable up to
New Loving World!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012
Bloom! Bloom! O! This evermore wintry tide
Whisper litanies, wondrous lullaby,
Caress skins in that comely way you ride
Marvels of seasoned rind of litany;
As you march avidly, a lone Magi
Desert of roofs blend, your trusty drummers
Quench their arid taste, dust tongues scream, twist, prancing
About. Cadence of words dry
Like fire throat, miles ran, visage of radar
Bridge and brace me to hearken, phone ringing!
Like the soft warmth that never try to hide
Of noon-lake, a swift cut of knife sharply
Through yam, perfect sequence of each slide,
Slices of ease drop, manna fall creamy
Upon eyelids-vertigo turn up sly.
I’m butterfly, cocooned in your fingers,
Spell the craze of disturbed markets racing.
Noxious nostrils, cold nigh
To spill chilly globules, tobacco tars
Ebb cursive; somnolent steps receding.
Now I am soft like tender foliage wide
To stark sun rays, woman splayed, slippery.
Rapture, I incline to your meshed inside
Grant that laughter of a nude history
Where specters feast, their bliss and empty sigh;
Anodyne rings of mirth with diameter
Copious, contempt of your feet pattering;
So my answer is wry.
Louse, I latch to the phone, sweet chat linger
Till rain cast her nest; am I lost dreaming?
First Place in Cyndi Macmillan's Contest.
Copyright © Onyebuchi Okonkwo | Year Posted 2012
Bernie Sanders was our reigning
champion but lost—despite wildly
enthusiastic support for him—
to Hillary, the Amazon warrior
queen, succumbing to her low
blows and dirty tricks in a nasty
title fight he was unprepared for.
He did not even criticize her for
her emails scandal which is but a
smokescreen concealing her sinister
role in the rape of Libya, where Hillary
—acting as the new Roman general
Scipio Africanus—had hired Islamic
jihadists to topple and lynch Hannibal,
the very last Carthaginian leader.
Later, these Islamist thugs and goons
murdered the U.S. proconsul and
his loyal centurions in Benghazi....
The only way to get another
shot at the title is to fight on
the Green Party ticket but Sanders
has not yet agreed to do so.
When will you, Bernie, finally
make up your mind? (Shame
on you for endorsing Hillary!)
His place has now been taken
by a fresh heavyweight title
contender and a New White Hope
—Donny Trump, a prizefighter
from the Atlantic City casinos.
Pound for pound, Trump is the
better fighter. He opposes any
new military adventures and
violent regime change abroad,
preferring to rebuild our crumbling
economy and bring back lost jobs.
He's no friend of the Wall Street
banksters, the armaments lobby,
or the neocons in Washington D.C.
who intend to ignite a new world
war with both China and Russia....
Trump wants to be friends with Putin
—unlike Hillary, who only wishes to
show that she's got bigger balls
than the Kremlin occupant whom
she calls "the new Adolf Hitler."
Trump vows to destroy ISIS and
al-Nusra—instead of overthrowing
the secular Damascus government
and replacing it with Islamic jihadists,
or shooting down Russian warplanes
in an insane no-fly zone over Syria.
Trump is no Sanders, but then he
is no crazed warmonger either.
He is the new Julius Caesar
crossing the Rubicon to take on
imperial Rome. Unless Bernie
throws his hat into the boxing
ring, “Bonecrusher” Trump is
our favorite boxer fighting for
the coveted championship title.
Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2016
Many a pretty woman - and not so pretty woman
has wanted to "tie the knot"
Fool that I am I never did - I avoided the "tender trap"
However - and this is very important
I have taken up the craft of poetry
Which as you know out there in the darkness
can lift you up into the stratosphere - if you let it
So, poetic brothers and sisters
Dry your tears, you will all too soon be in a place where love and hate do not exist
Peace Peace Peace
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014
Green is the color
of the wildest meadows that stun the roving eye!
Green is the color
of the evergreens in our home at Christmastime!
Green is the color
of the scented garland pinned on my front door to welcome friends!
Green is the color
of the breath-taking Alps in Italy, Austria, Switzerland and France!
Green is the color
of the rolling hills in Tuscany that sway over small picturesque towns!
Green is the color
of the pines I admire when I stroll along paths with delightful sounds!
Green is the color
of the proud Irish on each Saint Patrick's day!
Green is the color
of Central Park where many New Yorkers play!
Green is the color
of everyone who loves Nature in all its grand beauty as much as I do!
Green is the color
of the olive branch that the gentle dove carries all the way through!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013
Started off so small
Growing so tall
Put Smiles on my face
In my head its Amazing
Hoping you won't be a static
Changing in every great way
Its because my princess growing into
My queen you give me hope
Dignity and self efficiency you
will be someone Great I owe
it to GOD he gave me a princess
growing into A queen
You are my light shining when
I'm in the dark
You make me not
want a father not need one
I got you my princess
Growing into A queen
I'm going to raise you right
Tell you everyday how beautiful
You don't need to hear it from a
You are my princess growing
Into a queen thanking you for
Giving me hope and pride to
What would I do if
I lost you, God forbid
that come true
Your my life when
there is no hope
You give me strength when
There is no time
Princess don't worry you won't
Lose me to drugs,prostitution
Addiction and Eviction
I'm here to stay
Because my princess
Growing into a Queen
I will make Great decisions
Mianna you are my Princess
Growing Into A Queen
Copyright © sherelle smith | Year Posted 2010
Oh, you daughters and sons of Man,
Latent heralds of truth,
Oh, you pioneers of hope, peace and mercy,
Sleeping apostles of compassion,
Wake up and join our ever-expanding ranks of love,
You, solemn knights of light,
For it is time that darkness sounds retreat,
Beyond the boundaries of earth!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 NOVEMBER 2012
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012
wet behind the ears
soldiers screwed beyond their years
displaced from their “Barbies and Babies”
KILL ‘EM ALL!
programmed to forget
about what ifs
SEEK AND DESTROY!
when deployed, "Boy go!"
Erase your youth
now you’re real damn men!
geddem’ G.I. JOE!
the present is your rifle
so don’t blink about the past
enemies are better dead
so spray them AK’s fast
grab the phone and tell your Mom
you’re comin’ home insane (or in a box)
like our boys in Vietnam!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
Ode to the earth which we enjoy
Bringing us happiness and sorrow ness
Bringing each other closer and closer to the most closest
Bringing us together for joy
We think we care so much for the earth
Yet we pollute it with carelessness
Cruel humans, cruel polluters
Reduce, reuse, recover, RECYCLE
REDUCE the amount of garbage and make composts
REUSE grocery bags to replace garbage bags
RECOVER energy from wastes that cannot be used for something else
RECYCLE plastics and paper
Together we can make a difference
Together we will help the earth
Together we will fight against polluting
Together we will be Earthkeepers
Copyright © Alexander Millar | Year Posted 2006
Sandy is why
to take heed
and move your guise
is in the sky
silver is the color
and the money is fly
it’s in the love
that I’m writing
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
I should have listened.
Alas, I was lost in the crowd.
You may not have said that you loved me,
there was never a reason for it to be said aloud.
I should have known better.
I kept pushing you away.
Your patience was tested,
till we each went,
on our own separate way.
Now the years have vanished.
I am grey and older.
I may not miss you all that much,
yet each day seems colder.
Time has not eased anything.
Yet I have no reasons for regret.
Days come and go as always,
but somehow I am unable to forget.
So forgive me if you can.
Not an easy task given my past.
Though I may be unable to absolve myself,
the void I feel is permanent,
my loss shall forever last.
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
Through a world of discordance, I found You.
From bane to bliss, You lifted me.
With a soul so resonate Your words.
With a spirit so lifted in jubilant assent.
In resonance of Your divine touch I praise
With peace I am saved by Your grace
Copyright © Piyo Ross | Year Posted 2015
r.i.p. love, forget her, I hate her, get her out of my face
Oooo…love I miss her but she was such a disgrace
I said to love don’t you see that you’re the only one that I want
But sometimes it’s hard to know exactly what you want
I know what I want and what I see
And love you can be that everything that I need
But sometimes it feels like you’re running away from me
Other times it feels like you’re too close to see
So r.i.p. love, I no longer want to hear her voice
I mean my heart which is her voice
Which leads me sometimes to make a choice
Both good and bad, I’m conscious
I hate love and love love all at the same time
She had me up and down confused in this rhyme
Of life that I’m writing because we control our destiny, I mean time
I thought we were going forward but love wasted my destiny and time
So R.I.P. love, forget her, I no longer want her on my heart or mind
To love I was oh so much more than kind
All I ever wanted in this world was for her to be mine
But I guess she had other plans in mind
Which to me wasn’t really all that fine
It felt like I was left all alone with only death to dine
And it was just the other day she told me there was no one else she could ever find
I thought we could be until the end of time
But I guess the real love is something I’ll never find
So r.i.p. love I don’t need her put her in the past
Along with the other things I now call trash
P.S. does real love even exist?
Copyright © Post Script | Year Posted 2016
< oh ode old ode please come to me
illuminate frowned smiles
rejuvenate twinkle in eye
your task steady fast my old ode
your victory renowned thus crowned
soothing as childs teething bisquit
your demeanor captivating
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011
In the full light of a warriors plight,
Sometimes it becomes a case of being slighted and being Aright,
Its a case of solemn thinkings to soothe this anguish and its deeprooted pain,
Do see things from the Warrior's point of view,
He sees Life as a kaleidoscopic dreamy paraphrase,
Roasting Angernuts and storing them aways as Groundnuts stored in airtight
For when his flesh is pricked his thunderous clap resounds for eight villages and
His most favorite son supplies his fill-ins of heavily spiced and stuffed roasted
His most loving and caring daughter never allows his fresh kicking "House and
Bush fly saluted" Palmwine to cease its awesome flow,
His youngest and most active wife sits at his left side to wrap his "wisdom
fumes" in its tobacco sheath...Marijuana never tasted more spiritual from her very
He loves the looks on his strongheaded sons' face as they sit in gossip to roast
his yellow sweet corns,
The feel of roasted corn blended with the "wise fumes" arising from this
Marijuana spliff all wetted down with the Imperial fluidity of palmwine.
Drinking this two mouthfuls of the enemy chief's blood at battle never felt any
For you it would be constant anguished Bed tossing,
Draping my palace in Human skulls and rare animal skins,
Writing for Kings, Knights and their Monks,
Writing for Spliffs, Chieves and their Drunks,
Writing for Owls, Dragons, Angels and their Wings,
Knowing full well your brain might learn to take its rightful Literary place,
We must have moved with this much a-blaze,
We will slow down for you to sip in this page's full intake,
Not a case of primitive battle acclaims,
Just a feel of the Martial spirit though,
The warrior's many many songs yet unsung,
His life and times,Do keep within your salient confines.
Copyright © Anthony Edmond | Year Posted 2007
If I could turn back time- I wouldn't. Though I've done some things in my life I knew i shouldn't, I have grown stronger- Comprehending things and helping people, I previously couldn't. Being in the place I currently find myself, I live with no regret. Because holding onto the past only hastens my death.
I will die one day- be it soon or distant. But i know I will elevate to a higher Plane of existence. I will leave this world behind with a clean conscience; for the burden of pain in your heart is exhausted. I will move on from the mistakes of my past. I will help others mend their wounds When they find themselves coming in last. My goals, forever in mind, are many in number- But my greatest goal is to better our kind and eradicate hunger. Humanity is my love- so deeply I know this. I mustn't look above- but within those who are soulless
Sometimes i will get burned- It's happened before- but there's no lesson learned, for i am pure to the core. if I give up on our entire human race- Result of a handful of dishonest fakes- I'd find myself falling back into my previous careless state; That I struggled so hard to escape.
So, open your arms wide- Letting go of the mistakes you so hide. See the beauty within humanity- Help yourself- and others- Learn to set ourselves free- To be all that we can- and should be. Maybe in time, we can all believe That it is indeed possible, To live with glee- Abound in such peace and harmony.
This is my wish- My most reoccurring dream. I yearn to make a difference; HOW MANY OF YOU ARE WITH ME?
Copyright © Damien Schrecengost | Year Posted 2017
Oh how can one capture
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature
The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
As if blessed
Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots
How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable
Copyright © Ana Ramirez | Year Posted 2011
America is the mother of all nations,
she gathers her children under
one beautiful flag that forever
is a testimony of pride and greatness!
America welcomes everybody who struggles
and shelters them under her protective wings;
whoever held on a lovely dream, but it was
never realized: " Soon it will! " she promises.
America holds out her long arms of generosity,
to anyone seeking refuge from dire poverty
and tyranny to share the ideals of democracy:
to whoever is oppressed, she offers liberty!
America is the only safe shore for those
battered by high waves and wild winds;
come to her harbor away from the drifting waters:
she will hear the cry of freedom in every voice!
Written on 6/ 30/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017
...a darling dear of time is when the tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme,
the peak of a mountain top experiencing,
O' darling dear
a love letter,
just one of those things that
of the everlasting.
Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2012
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,
smell of flowers in the spring
...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
making flavored coffee
a drink in the morning.
Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2012
Just breathe in the clarity
Clarity of the whole
Whole or negativity
Negativity eating your soul
Head for tomorrow
Tomorrow always waits
Waits for enlightenment
Enlightenment heals mistakes
You are where you’ve put yourself
Your “SELF” now reminds you of shame
Shame brought on by acting out thoughts
Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain
Give yourself an apology
An Apology you deserve to have
Have some faith in your timing
Timing bleeds wisdom in man
Bless your self and live righteous
Righteous spirits rise above
Above all if you are kind
Kind souls conquer hate with love
Poetry brings torment to a halt
Halt all your never-ending thoughts
Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding
Hiding light inside divine spots
So please write down your own deep thoughts
Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap
Trap your life up in your cell all alone
Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~
please don't be offended by the last line~
I felt it was necessary to get my point across~
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2008
We all know what living is
We all had our lives given to us.
On a silver platter, a road for life mapped out for us,
but we aren't always serious
about the people near and dear to us,
because we're usually delirious about the life we take for granted.
When we have roofs over our heads
and sheets on our bed
then how come on the streets people
are frozen with defeat and have to compete for some food.
How can we watch people's lives fall when they stand against a wall with a sign?
No use at all, praying to god as their pride crumbles.
We watch them stumble with their heads down low and nowhere to go and I think,
Where is the kindness planted?
Why do we take our lives for granted?
How could we stoop so low while we live in houses they have nowhere to go
- couldn't we lend them something...
Oh no, one person could make a difference if they spoke out loud
show their faces to the crowd.
A difference could be made
all of us could be of aid.
So dear reader I hope you see
the message that coming from me
and as I've gone on and almost ranted
Why do we take our lives for granted?!
Copyright © Ella Marley | Year Posted 2008