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Details | Elegy |


                                        Elegy to Child Lost

                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.

Victoria Anderson-Throop ©

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |


Was it said before? Sure.
Was it said this way? I doubt it.
Perspective is in no way obscure,
And his works are nothing without it.

His motivation’s observed in daily life,
Misery, not just some vague inspiration.
He begs for reason, some way to lessen strife;
His words reflect a resounding desperation.

There seems a need at times to clarify, 
But that’s allowed in his terms only;
So many thoughts seem somewhat ‘rarefied’,
Fed his fire, but made him lonely.

No ‘underachiever’, not just another fool,
But still seeking solace by the glass;
Tempering his stagger and his drool 
With just a bit of ‘kiss my ass.’ 

But, usually, genius ‘sots’ come to ground,
Lucid moments - on the square;
Their driving ‘bolts’ of genius, word or sound,
Only written because they dare.

Yes, you can feel the written “heart”,
But few of us can realize that sort of pain;
No isolated misery… of many lives a part,
Each begs an answer... “Who’ll stop the rain?”

Yes, he’s lived it, seen it, and told it well;
But Timing is the Master of one’s Fate.
Is the timing right?  Funny…only time will tell…
Will you will be a whining sot or dare to be great?

One success can be lucky, we’ve seen that before.
One book, one song, then quietly fade away.
But six novels later, we should know the score;
He must have had something to say.

So, at the perfect time, someone heard.
Someone who was “someone” took someone under wing.
And to those with interest and empathy, they sold his words;
Saying they “are genius” and with “ugly truth” they ring.

But did he create any redeeming changes or impacts?
Yes, what singular influence did all his artful whining bring?
None... just a relentless, repetitive diatribe of sad facts.
Oh, yes…..and a little “ching ching”.

Entered in the "Idiot or Genius" contest 27 March 2014

not so genius


Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Cain's Self Denial 2015

  Cain's Self Denial 2015

4 a m again alone,
In a room full of peers
A raging war is being fought,
Confined between your ears
Drafted into battle, with no enemy to engage
Yet volunteering unwillingly fueling dueling rage
Mystic river flows, with the blood of innocent
No longer even knowing, or caring how truth was bent
Angry at nobody, and everyone in between
Sabotaging yourself, and unraveling every seam.
Imaginary enemies
Whose roles change day to day 
A game with no clear rules 
Consciously  unconsciousness, I know that I must pay 
What promise can be spoken, to bring life into the void, uttered self denial, to speak within the ploy
And the enemy I can't see,  nor begun to understand 
Callously reflects my cards and always tips my hand
The price you pay for breaking souls, just keeps on feeling cheaper 
You soothe your conscience with the ancient line that your not your brother's keeper
There's no bad and there's no good, you played the only hand you could 
And the hollow eyes around you, pretend they couldn't see
You shake your head and try your best to pretend you don't believe 
Yet you know too well the horror. . .  Of what you've come to be

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Inner is Outer

It's been quite awhile
Discern life's complexities
Toke more viewpoints

Futile mass events 
Authorities blame each one
Attracting mix ups

Life are like choices
More people can't accept it
A thought. Is a thing

Living is dying
Light coexists with darkness

Men of God glimpse more
Worst valid visual events 
Prayers can't alter

Consciousness soar high
Crab mentality exists
Overflowing fears

Inner is outer
You exude what you attract
Embrace all of them.

Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


A vignette of domestic violence and the weird rationale of love amidst such 
circumstances - adapted from how it was depicted to me by a female friend and 
taken from her own personal experience.

I was defined china and porcelain, 
Inlaid glass flowers and gently spoken;
Fragile in doe-eyed delicacy, 
Pleading and begging not to be broken.

I loved him with total forgiveness, 
Did not, could not, would not understand 
The dark chaos mood of lability, 
The spontaneous violence of his hand.

Blue and black bruises indecorously swelled 
Question marks about tear brimmed eyes;
And I wept and despaired in confusion, 
Smashed and grabbed by wherefores and whys.

How could he dream to hurt me so, 
The brutish malediction of his touch?  
How could he stand to hurt me so, 
When he knew I loved him so much?

And now the years have drained away 
Like sweeping veils of rain;
The agony of our breaking apart 
Ever haunts me with anguish and pain.

I still see him some times, 
Rarely, truly out of the blue, 
On the old territory of familiar streets 
When unconsciously passing through.

And always shook by the stalking truth,
A lancing bright-bladed knife,
And with dogmatic aching my heart lets me know
He was always the love of my life.

And I know there's no sense to be had
When I look to the heavens above,
Just the sad and lonely heart of the matter:
You never can choose whom to love.

Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme |


If all mankind were madmen
and nobody was sane
the world would be an awful place
where life would be in vain.

No reason for our actions,
Except from twisted brain,
with people doing stupid things
and making chaos reign.

It’s not a pretty picture,
not the one I’d like to see,
are we all not lucky folks
to have our sanity.

But the world can be an awful place
where madness can be found,
death and destruction common ground
for those who look around.

The reasons for this misery
is pretty clear to see,
some wish us all to think like them
...that’s not insanity?

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

My cobain smile

I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid

Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
 I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive

My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake

Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest 
I want to die to live again

Set me free 
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain, 
I'm already out of breath 
Suffocating on my hopelessness

Every day I am alive 
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy 
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing 
With these thoughts that are too much

One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes

I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground

Don't be selfish 
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.

End it, hold me under 
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Haunting images 
Deleted from my mind
As I leave this world behind

Floods my lungs 
Leans in for a kiss

Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss. 

Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Refugee - the refugeless

Refugee - the refugeless!

Belonged somewhere sometime, 
to relate with, in space and time;
Uprooted, evicted or torn asunder, 
circumstances induced mindless plunder!

Giving up all that once belonged, 
alien and distant shores we thronged!
Dangers abound on the ruthless trip,
false promises made to safely ship!

Causes aplenty for me, to set-off,
on journey - any human would scoff!
My body ain't mine, till I reach,
my life at mercy of a blood sucking leech!

No tears to shed or a way to tread,
wandered in seas and land for bread.
Befriended death, 'the trustworthy',
who often checked, if I was 'seaworthy'!

Wet and tired from within too - my state,
at an alien shore, extended souls berate!
Herded at their will, coerced to spill,
tired of being treated like cattle!

Some of me was just a few months old
and was expected to do just as I was told!
In this measurable space in which I roll,
Life loses to life and Soul loses out to soul!

Copyright © Ram Ram | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2012

Details | Bio |

Rage Fueled Monster

Anger rises like bile in my throat
It’s burning through my veins, squeezing my heart
A smile plays on your lips as you gloat
I must stop before I rip you apart

Sweet ecstasy of the rage controls me
It seeps in my mind, I tear through my skin
Smile gone, you see me, your worst enemy
Do not bother running, you will not win

The forbidden taste of fury so sweet
Again I warn you don’t bother running
You my prey are in for a special treat
You are fast but I am still more cunning

You’re no match for my monstrous bulk
Hear me roar, for i'm the untamed Silverstorm

Copyright © Stormy Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Caught In The Act

When will the nightmares stop?
When will I be able to trust again?
Surely, in the end it’s down to me
To change the way I think
But I wonder if I’ll be able to rise again
And get back to that state of mind
When I was somewhat comfortable in my own skin.

Some say the anger has only deepened
And everyone is a potential target
For my wrath and bitterness
But I ask them
What do you expect?
To be at death’s door
By two punks and just forgive and forget?
Should they be awarded with an Emmy?
For scaring the snot out of me?

Granted, I could have taken the road of least resistance
Show my gratitude for escaping the devil’s grasp
Hold my love ones close and choose
A smile over a grimace
If it were that easy, but in my distorted view
That would give them the upper hand
Feeling sorry for their tortured souls
I needn’t worry, sure as death and taxes
There will always be a poor sap bleeding heart
That can be counted on to look the other way
They become part of the solution
When it happens to them
Here’s hoping and praying
That they’re immune from such a fate
I may be breathing
But feel defeated
And look like death warmed over.
Each day is a question mark
I used to look forward
To human connection as a potential
For warmth, insight and understanding
Now, even if they smile
And their words speak of a calmness and interest
I can’t help but believe
That they are not as they seem
What will they take from me?
How will they try to embarrass me?
What do they have up their sleeve?
It’s a horrible way to live
What’s left?
Isolate and control my vanishing circle?
What’s the point of carrying on, then?


Copyright © eric ploscik | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |



I hold scars that never heal
I hold pain that cuts like steel

I have wounds that run too deep
I have memories that make me weep

I hold time that stands so still
I hold horrors that can kill

I have secrets that i cannot share
I have damage that i cannot bare

I hold terror that lingers on
I hold trauma that makes me withdrawn

I have visions that cause such fears
I have panic that leaves me in tears

I hold shame that is all so real
I hold scars that never heal

Copyright © Karen Cribb | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Domestic Violence

Tonight, on the news!
If it bleeds it leads
and soon we ignore it.

Another young girl dead 
and found in a local field.
What twisted genes can
evoke such pain?
Embarrassed to be male,
is what I claim,
and yet I know
in the dark corners 
of our souls lurk
such possibilities.

Old lady in Orinda
raped and murdered.
News for the day and
quickly forgotten.
These are,
now, our normal

Like primates on the
we nudge the bodies,
a bit,
and go on about our

Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |


We are tangled in our own restraints.

Canned and homogenized... Congealed and packaged.

We meander sheepishly through the one-way stalls society has provided. 
 Strategically placed in the direction they need us to be going...   

We are distracted by our devices. We glance up to see the burning world; only to yell empty obscenities at the TV, and go back to our newest episode of electronic fantasy. 

Information overload...
 News is instant and constant. The grim reality is looking at us through our gadgets, but it's only as real as our video games. 
 Morality and honor died with our grandparents. And as we watch heads being severed in some remote, dusty hell, we feel only for a moment... 
 Our distraction is our salvation, for 
 Ignorance is truly bliss...

Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

A Time of Violence

A time of violence has pounced upon this country,
Folks are angry, hungry and craving prosperity,
The change they wanted never showed up,
Now, many are sad, melancholy and "tore-up",
The youth are becoming restless because they believe
there is no hope for a promising future,
All they hear is Politicians' lectures,
The wee ones are becoming infested with
feelings of despair, as colicky babies do,
They need to know that safety exists everywhere,
A country without a plan creates angst and restlessness,
Nevertheless, citizens forge ahead with optimism,
despite the whispers of skepticism.

Copyright © Margeret Bailey | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quatrain |

Mob frenzy: rationality lay dead

   Mob frenzy - 'rationality lay dead'!

Amidst all frenzy - rationality lay dead!
does excited mind ever bring any good ?
Of what use is knowledge, if it falls prey;
leaving reason behind and enters the fray!

Game of numbers, not a way to succeed;
melee prevail, process of thinking recede!
Headless and rudderless - lost insight,
creeps-in only towards muscular might!

Tradition and culture that's set on violence,
blunts thinking men, stunts thinkers to silence!
Nature's law is ever to progressively adapt,
in long run, it's seen to successfully redact.

Matter of time for thy realisation to dawn,
opportunist, played you a sacrificial pawn!
Doomed is the cause found on false premise,
resultant effect - towards its natural demise!

Copyright © Ram Ram | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

All Ships are Leaving

All ships are leaving and so is mine
We're close to each other
So something disappears and changes in between us
We're close to each other so we get used to ignoring ourselves
This time my absence is what is filling your lungs
All ships are leaving and so is mine

Your force was circling on the lake
As I was skipping rocks on the surface stoning one of us to death
I keep water in jars from that time for every time I feel suicidal
You told me I was gentle and I stretched this word in every direction
Standing underneath and now I'm sleeping in my raincoat
It's a degree of violence that is always present
It's a degree of presence that is always violent
You knock me to the ground to grow in power
And I still have no intention to participate
All ships are leaving and so is mine

I know who I am and they tell me it makes me know you better
It's a degree of presence that is always violent
It's a degree of violence that is always present
All ships are leaving and so is mine

Copyright © Nel K Aster | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |



on parade
many outward lights
with darkness concealed
until a bursting..
The allowing parade
and the anti-parade:
expressing our Freedom..
We celebrate Freedom
but also discernment..
We perceive darkness
and seemingly
discernment muffled
among those whom
democracy so recently

Copyright © Charles Coon | Year Posted 2017