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There she stands 
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender 
Precariously she balances.

I reach out for her
Draw her to me 
My hand skims her body 
Slowly reaching her skirt.

Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.

Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.

Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.

Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.

Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2008

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A faceless enemy (what's there to Celebrate)

He appear to be a ladd of maybe 9 yrs. old.  It's Friday, as our troop's prepared to move
out unto enemy territory, and then KABOOM!!...he becomes a suicide bomber.  WOW! face-
less at such a young age.  Now as I gather my comrade's body parts (as well as my thou-
ght's) to myself I say, "these people's belong in a cage".  Pain in Irag, will it ever end, here
children's are taught too kill again & again.  Our Boy'zz in misery, misery all around us, the
stinch of death is everywhere.  Their fearless leader leads no more.  Soon he's capture, "one
would think, finally!! and now answer's of life can be restore, but sadly there's only more
bloodshed here in Irag.  And a salacious cloud still hoovers above our heads as the dead
bodie's continue's to rise, another soldier get sent home and familie's shall not be able to
stop the flow of tear's pouring from their eye's. (faceless at such a young age)
Our Boy's and Gal's in misery - here in a country, were there is no love, "A faceless enemy",
we continue to fight.  Our Congressmen and Senator's vote to keep this sinceles war going,
"for our freedom", lying to themselve's and to the American people's.  "For our Freedom",
"I don't understand-how can freedom be justified with a bullet and a gun".  How can Freedom
be (?) when every Saturday you'll be burying your daughter or your son.  Someday soon
we do get to go home, from here to a faceless nation.  As the dead bodie's continue to rise,
and before the break of dawn starts another day.  Your lil 9 year old goes outside to play.
In this land of confusion lil boy's also goes outside, freedom for him is to suicidily kill the
enemy-each and every morning in the name of Allah his mother tells him.  So 10 U.S. sold-
ier's live's are gone, more are on the way.  Remember their President is dead and gone
while our wants a "Celebration".

P.S.... This particular poem came to me in a dream, as in a dream I was there (in Irag)
holding this soldier who had been shot, and he relate's this particular
poem for me to write:

Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2010

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How painful it is to fall
Mind I am lost
Please rescue me!
Haste! For stranded I stand
Upon shores bemused
Alongside the sea
Haste!     Haste!
Lest I choose to swim 
And lie beneath what no eye can see

                                                 Compare approach to “Heart, we will forget him!” 
                                                                              By Emily Dickinson

Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2009

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You played me

Running your fingers
over my delicately tuned form.
Blind. - You know which keys to press.
To enhance sweet music  from me.
Happily and playfully,
my white notes singing love.
The darker side brings juxtaposed
moods and sadness,
pedalling drama and bitterness.
You know just how to play me.

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2008

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Can you hear me god

Sometimes I question my own faith and wonder if you are real,
can you really feel all the pain I feel.
I wonder, Can you hear me god?

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep,
do you know the reasons why I weep.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes I give up on myself,
is it because you forgot about me and chose to let me deal with myself.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes people hurt me , and sometimes I hurt others,
but it seems you let them be and it's my life you choose to bother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes i feel like I'm your mistake,
is it because you judge me for all the mistakes that I make.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes I hate others and sometimes others hate me,
but it seems you don't see others,
and it's my life with troubles you smother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes I hate you for taking my mother,
Sometimes I hate you even more for portraying my father.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?

Sometimes I think of my past,
and that's when I reliaze that nomatter what I'm feeling now,
it will never compare to the pain I was feeling back then.
It's times like this that I realize that's when you truelly chose to be my father,
to scold me, but hold me, to teach me but reach me.
To show me that my pain won't always last.

I believe this is true, at least that's the picture you drew,
yet I still wondwer, Can you hear me God?

Copyright © katie levy | Year Posted 2006

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Just A Dream

It crept up on me by surprise.
You were like a gift from God.
So sweet and tender you were the perfect
You'd kiss me so softly touch me so gentle.
Every moment was like heaven.
I'd close my eyes only to think of you.
And open them only to realize it was a dream.
A dream is what you were.
A  pigment of my imagination.
Every touch, Every kiss was just a halusination.
Everything I thought you were or could be left me hurt and
The man I've been waiting so long for.
The one that would love me like no other.
Not afraid to show any emotions.
I believe how deeply you loved and cared for me.
Only to find out you never existed.

Copyright © Dominick Perry | Year Posted 2006

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Letter To Hip Hop Cabinet Members

To whom it may rhyme honestly.
Hip hop is confused. 
Lyrics are nonsensical and abused.
Speaking against it means you'll be boozed.
Everyone is sold out and seduced.

Emcees battle for recognition in sweats of dead legends. 
Genre planted by dead lyrical prophets.
Currently they’re searching for rap god but this doesn’t sound ancient.
This search does not deserve a capital G
Let’s jump straight to old school index.

Biggy and Tupac for instance permanently were consumed.
Like gibberish everyone turned confused.
Now we have au pairs of hip hop.
Fears for Tears
Wait till that first president is vacuumed.

Everyone will defiantly be confused.
A holiday will be planted and assumed.
Rest assured it will be approved.
Holidays amplify drainage in pockets.
Like new hip hop, dead rhymes get approved.

But who am I sneaking in reality's perfume.
My hip hop worries are harmless sounds like gurgles.
Gun shots in my face would be unchained bullet harmonious patterns
But that menace to me is doddle.
Easy cake two minutes noodles.

As I pay my last respect and spit worries.
May Old School Hip Hop resurrect in peace.
Rise in bilingual lyrical pieces.
As beats, we will strike against these complex increases reviving our old nieces
In hope some dope emcee will neck rope this confused hip hop

Like News everyone is an expert of hip hop views
The sun will take a 12 hour flight before our darkness is saved from this loss.
We are plunging into darkness in the name of new century. 
Lost in the jungle.

Yours creatively Boom Bab Beats

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013

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War is suffocating.
You see them run through a line of fire.

You wonder will they survive and then, you see others die before your eyes.

You stand and shout to someone familiar but no response came.
Therefore, vehemently you ran to not bleed again.

Would you make it out of this alive or would you die trying?
You would not remember either, when the life is taken from your eyes.

Stay positive!  Stay alive…

User Name: Verlena
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: War (Epic)

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 

Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 

Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013

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                                Is when you find thought from nothing,
                                A pattern of knowledge that might meant something.
                                Or shall we say something that felt real,
                                In any case, was it a feeling or a bad deal.

                                Loneliness is the characteristics of fear,
                                It forms a pattern of want when reality seems clear.
                                But when the clearness of life becomes lost,
                                One will tremble and feel and uncommon cost.

                                That cost between promises and shame,
                                For in the end all feelings turn to blame.

                                A blame of letting go a feeling of emotion
                                Knowing that love is but life's true notation.


Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Not Really

How it must hurt you so on days like this,
  Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
   Confused  you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
    I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
    It's not real and  all in your head  is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
    All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you  almost every day,
   Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
   But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
   You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
    What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
    You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
    By listening with your heart your path will be shown.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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I want to say Something

Something is in my heart
I want to say it
Words can't support me
How can I say it?

I want to know,
If you can bear it

Why can't I say it?

I am delighted,
If you want to hear it?

No, no, or never
Why can't I say it?

Copyright © Ibrahim Ghani | Year Posted 2013

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Broke Me Down

Something has apprehended me,
I'm intimidated by what I fear.
Petrified of loosing control of me personally,
I couldn't fathom my life to disappear.

The sadness is breaking me down inside,
one blow at a time!
Loosing sight of what is important to me,
maybe that's a sign.

So many thoughts are running though my head,
I can't piece the words together.
Formerly, there used to be direction in my life,
I can't comprehend it, there's nothing left to savor.

Wishing that I could recognize 
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.

Am I walking around in circles?
bolting from the pain.
I can't decipher through the debris in my head,
am I insane?

Shrieking out internally,
loosing track if what is real.
My mind is gradually deteriorating, I see it drifting away,
terror is entirely what I feel.

Wishing that I could recognize  
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.

Lying alone, locked up inside myself,
tears flow from my blood shot eyes.
The screams restricted within are driving me insane,
Who the hell am I?

What has happened to me? Somewhere along life's road,
I have relinquished all control.
Everything has spun out, like squealing tires in the night,
taking possession of my soul.

I'm slipping further into the darkness
and my surroundings are terrible cold.
Screaming to a crowd without a voice to carry my words,
a fear that my heart molds.

Wishing that I could recognize 
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.

Copyright © Priscilla Ford | Year Posted 2013

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Mr Silence

You never heard what I said until you listened to yourself
The silence is too loud diving deep in your ears 
Don’t be too thunderous improve your disagreements
Silence has painted jungles of rage making flammable thoughts dangerous
This unsafe poetry screaming back to us is no surprise but revelations chapters
So long the silence watered windows of soles with salted tears in our faces
Sing along I guess is time the church of poetry screaming big for us
Chanting secrets silence can’t keep up with all this evidence
Word of mouth so poetic I witness it’s the priest himself in poetry
Scrambled word by word the poetry sounded like its time for violence
Civilised Mr Silence can’t keep up with all this resistance    
Famous like the drug eating our nation silently 
Sometimes Silence has to listen to Himself 
So dangerous unplugging poetic thunders lightning comes natural
Silently the explosion encourages you to massage your brains
The darkness gets light your common sense shift to the next step…
Hypnotised in the middle of sex Mr Silence can’t think straight 
Mr Silence leaves behind prints of rhymes as evidence to chase flawless rhymes 
In the freeway of hope quietly policing creativity speed cops might hack his brain
Behind the bridge of speed traps lives Mr Peaceful Die-quietly
Sliced quietly before exposing the implementation of his loudness in poetry
Mr Silence loves his loudness
Though he's forever silent

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013

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Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2014

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Mouse Or Men

In a labyrinth, the heart reveals its beauty,
its center a mystery.
The belly of the beast must be full of devastation.
It still hungers for more, tasting its last prey.
Soon it will stop and there will be silence.
Shivering in the corner, like a mouse captured by the light.
Caught in its betrayal, like a thief before the jury.
Exposing  scars, beating rhythm in the heart.

Copyright © George Maris | Year Posted 2014

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Who am I?
And, why am I here?
The questions in my heart keep 
multiplying from time to time
I thought my parents would 
have an answer
But unfortunately, not even my 
mum or dad have a clue.
I spoke to my grandpa, and he 
asked me to look in the mirror.
So I ran back home to have a 
good look of myself
But the me in the mirror only 
stare in my face and mimic my 
Of course, I saw a reflection of 
me in the mirror
But it never said a word of it 
In fact, staring at him for that 
long made me feel dumb and 
So I ran back to tell grandpa a 
piece of my mind
And on getting there, they said 
grandpa is gone.
He left without telling me the 
answer that I seek.
Now, I must keep on searching 
Or should I return to that 
mirror and look a bit longer?

Written & Authored by: 
Ebenezer O. Akinrinade

Copyright © Ebenezer Akinrinade | Year Posted 2013

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Anger burns me to my core,
Blistering every happy part of me left.
The only thing I know of now is hatred, anger, and
Revenge. It claws at me from the inside,
Making me scream out, but that makes it worse.
Every thought I have now is of murder,
Of killing anyone who wrongs me.
My old self, she has been caged and
Is rotting away somewhere deep inside of me,
Somewhere I can never find.
She is crying out for someone, something, to
Free her, but no one listens.
Soon there will be nothing left of her,
Soon she will not exist. She is barely there now.
I cry out for someone to stop the madness, but that
Just pushes them away. So I stay silent, angering 
Everyone around me. 
I hate them.
I hate all of them.
I want them to die.
I can't make it stop. 
They are always there, the thoughts, and I 
Let them take me over. 
There is nothing left of what I used to be, and
I am gong insane over it.
But, I guess things always turn out the way 
They're supposes to be, don't they?
So maybe I was doomed from the start.

Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016

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The Maiden of Mysteries

Maiden of Mysteries
Her look delivers infinite inquiries
One mirror displays devilish ears
While the other depicts an angel with joyous tears

Pink, red, yellow and blue
All part of the personality crew
Does she have Hermes’s cunning?
The next action will be truly stunning!

With strength, she does not despair
Since her condition is quite rare
All of these mirrors make her unique
By combining into a magnificent physique

Like a present under a Christmas tree
You don’t know what’s inside until the wrapping frees
There is always a pleasant surprise 
When meeting the Maiden of Mysteries

Copyright © Michael Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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Beyond the Mask

Each day we only have one task
To live our life to our very best
Sometime we hide behind a mask
Even when we do our very best
Though the future can look bleak
It doesn't mean that we are weak

Sometimes we need to shed a tear
We were strong at the very start
For out of the blue a mask we wear
What became of that strong heart
Why can't those feelings we speak
For our true self that we now seek

We thought that there was a place
Our true self from the world hide
But was there really such a place
Or did we just hide behind our pride
New day is dawning so does a task
Start a new day take off that mask

Now it time to rewrite your life story
As each day you can face tomorrow
You won't have to be enrobe in glory
Doesn't mean there won't be sorrow
Living is about overcoming life task
Knowing you can live without a mask

Copyright © john doherty | Year Posted 2015

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Indignant am I,     
My Life on the Line.
Through self inflections of my       
Dope sick addictions.
Raping my soul.
Unable to recover.
Failure as a mother.
Spinning out of control,
No place to go, 
No one to hold.
As an abuser,
I have no hope for the future.
Needing a hand 
But I have not a friend.
My hateful demise has pushed them aside.
Ashamed of my choices,
I'm riddled with guilt.
My children at risk,
Hurt and broken,
Loving me still.
Oh, what I'd give to be free from of all my Ill's
For the Love of God to find his way 
Back to this dope sick mother
In desperation of his blessings
To be forgiving
For I am his child, and I need him to come into my life.
For I am not ready to die
Just to recover!

Copyright © Latisha Jacobson | Year Posted 2007

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Life All At Once

Too young to remember , remembering is all I can do , stories told , may different , not never knowing the truth , a scar for life , not knowing the story behind it all , feeling like a leap and a frog , alone always and forever , standing strong on my own tow feet with no support , about this time I still have tears in my eyes, hurting and weeping from all the pain thats inside, feeling abandoned at a young age, my heart filled with hurt and emotion , like a boat on a ocean , screams and fights , something that I didn't like , it never excites me , it just makes me wanna go far way , running way all the time was getting old and leaving me out in the cold with no place to go , house to house , different rules , different place , different race and different pace. Ive been through hell and back again. 7:00 , lying on the floor , stomach growling , tears falling , left alone , hurting inside , just about to cry , flooding my face , with a salty taste , forgetting my race , forgetting my struggles , going blank with no trace , comes to comfort me , I pull away , with a lot of force , not wanting to be loved by someone who hurts me the most , running away thinking its a better place more hurt occurs , not giving no one a chance , to dance in my present , but finally I give in to something special to me , he who sees the best in me , he who takes me for myself , he who loves me more than ill ever know, he that stunts but deep down he's feelings truly shows , he that I love with all my heart , he that I don't want to leave , he is something like my everything , he is so much like me , he you wouldn't understand , he is my man , I could keep going on and on forever but Ill just end it here this time....

Copyright © April Mae | Year Posted 2012

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Love sees what hate can't

Loves looks out of blue skies from the top of the hill,
Hate looks out from the shadows of the valley below.
Love with the warmth of the sun on the shoulders sees what is
  pure in the morning air.
Hate still covered in the frost from the night before,
  only sees through eyes that are cold.

Love always sees a glimmer of hope,
Where hate sees none.
Love sees potential,
Where hate sees only misery and destruction.

Love sees what second chances can do,
Hate can't see past its own shadow.
Love knows when to move on from infertile ground,
Leaving behind embers that can be yet rekindled if God so wishes.
Hate can't see clearly enough to give up on revenge.

Love looks for broken hearts to mend and minds to clear of hate,
Hate looks for hearts to turn black and confused minds to work on.
Love is kind to human flesh, giving it a healthy glow,
Hate eats away at it and ages it prematurely.

Love sees in many colours and works in lots of different ways,
Hate sees only in one colour and always works in the dark.
Love looks to new beginnings,
Hate always looks to past wrongs.

Love always walks with a lighted candle so it can see where it is needed,
Hate looks for the lighted candle so it can snuff it out.
Love sees even the end of hate.
Hate sees nothing but its own reflection.

Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2017

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You make me smile , you make me laugh , you make me cry , and you make me sad . Deep down I love you with all of my heart. I love the warmth of your body and your soul all as a whole. Your one hell of a man , and sometimes I admit you got me wrapped around your hand. Ill come running like the wind , just because you said so. When we first met we had a chemistry that a story was untold. We are so much alike in so many ways , its crazy .... laughing , smiling , hugging , kissing ,listening , talking , butterflies in my stomach. You make me think way to much , my head starts to hurt , ups and downs , happy but sad..... stories untold ... feelings being hidden , not much being said ... just the voices in each others head .... irritated because we can't get our feelings out to each other ... mad for days and not saying a single word....the hurt and pain .... just from talking to you all day .... that leaves me standing in the cold all alone not knowing what is going on... confused and abused .... happy and joyful this is bittersweet and very unsure... Im not sure what to call us , but I need something more....

Copyright © April Mae | Year Posted 2012

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I Wonder Why

I Wonder Why?

As I leaf through the pages
Of my album of days gone by
And see faces that are gone now
I can’t help wonder why
They had to die and leave me
And I heave a gentle sigh
As I lean back in my chair
And turn to God and ask him why?

Why Lord did you call them
And take them from my side
One by one you summoned them
I was distraught the day they died
I can’t help wonder why
You needed them more than I.
And I cling to your promise
That we’ll be united bye and bye.

I know you have a master plan
That we don’t understand
Just have faith you promised us
And I will follow your command
But sometimes it’s hard Lord
Not knowing what you’ve planned

I gaze up to the heavens
An expanse of  gorgeous blue
I marvel at its beauty
And often think of you
Then suddenly a storm erupts
And lightning streaks the sky
Then you send a rainbow Lord
And I can’t help wondering why

Why Lord are there hurricanes
And war and famine too
Why do little children suffer
While their parents turn to you
We know you are a loving God
I don’t mean to make a fuss
Knowing that you suffered too
And gave your life for us

I know you have a master plan
That we don’t understand
Just have faith you promised us
And I will follow your command
But sometimes it’s hard Lord
Not knowing what you’ve planned
And I hope that you’re not angry Lord
When I say “I wonder why!’

Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011

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Small Talk XXIV

*************Note: Life Is A Trampoline***********


      It is a fool who
  Puts' ideas' into His
        Own Head
Then bounce around
   On an Trampoline


Morrow: Though life has it's own 
             Ups' and Downs'
             Be prepared......
             For that bounce'
             Before you hit the ground.....

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

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Love Spell check


This is for all of the people who have trouble with saying' in the
spelling in the name of LOVE.....


LOVE is just one of
The words' that people
Find trouble.....
Spelling Out...
This word is full
 Of complication's
And is the catalyst
For the renderning
As needed to form
Family relation's
Or just a conversation
    Piece for friends'
Fore their are those' 
Dose not get the true


Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011

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Politic Stranger


    I cling to Thee
With all of My beliefs'
          - And -
   Surrender all of My
          Doubts' of Severity
Fore You are the Mighty
      Of the Most High
      Much more Noble
           Than I,
Your Moral Indignation
Is non consequential to My
     Outer most discretion'

                Poet Author
                Gary Fields

Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012

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For the Rest of your Life, 
Don't reminisce a lot. 
Don't ponder to dare, 
Nor sit and stare. 

For the Rest of your life, 
Strive for the best 
And never give in to the rest. 
Just stroll along, Singing your Happy Song. 
Smiling and glowing, Cause you're all knowing! 

For the Rest of your life, 
The end is always near. 
So, don't even fear. 
You may know when, 
Or you may not care. 
However, it will and that is for sure. 

Don't turn around 
Cause, you might see your,


Dr. Beuss @ 2008

Copyright © Dr Beuss | Year Posted 2012

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Peace has gone from my heart like a thief that is lie in waiting ready to emerge from 
hiding as result leaving me frightened and confused. I am paralyzed from 
uncertainty, and my mind wonders as if I am in shocked from the sudden impacted 
from being mugged by the unexpected thief. The peace of my heart is snatched 
away without a question, if I should relinquish it or not. My heart lies naked without 
the covering of tranquility. I feel so cold and scare not knowing if my present state is 
indefinite. I am vulnerable because the secure housing of my heart is gone, and 
maybe forever. The foreboding of calamity lies at the entrance, and I am panicky 
knowing what the future entails, frighten because it has not yet unfold.

Copyright © Sophia Smith | Year Posted 2011