I am a coward with open sores.
I write and wonder who it bores.
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly.
I see others carrying out my dreams;
that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way.
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say...
I worry the world will leave me.
I cry because no one believes in me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I understand nothing comes easy.
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me.
I dream I am healed and brave.
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave.
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours.
I am a coward with open sores.
© 2011 ~JSLaM
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Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
So sensationally super; Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel
Oppresso de liber, optimistically captivating; oratorical
Saintly passionate, succulent salmon sampler; sweetheart!
Exquisitely enchanting, enchantingly amatorious; éclat!
Playful, painstakingly passionate, pajama wearer, patient
Handsomely helpful handyman, harmonizer of happiness
Sweet as syrup, shining armor off the shelf; savoir-faire!
Red-blooded poetry connoisseur and radioactively lovable!
Won Seventh Place Position
"Tell Me About You Contest"
June 16, 2010
Sponsored by Amy Green
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010
my loves !
It is an Acrostic *smiles* study
this here write...much love ya'll !
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2010
These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.
Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.
Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.
Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.
Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.
Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
Copyright © JADE EXIT | Year Posted 2009
THE rusty nails of doctrines impale a secular life.
The answers are not written in hard desert stone
or blowing in the wind across the vast hot plains.
Salvation, if we could our keen senses but hone,
in silence lays the answer and ultimate gains.
LEGEND referred to by Matthew, does not jive:*
During the reign of King Ahaz, a son was born,
but by his naming, the maiden was not fazed.
On this birthday of the Unconquered Sun† predawn,
shepherds’ polite enquiries left them in a haze.‡
OF wisdom attained through heated debate and strife:
Contested kinship to King David (join the fray);
resemblance to Horus and Apollonius isn’t drivel.
Like Sun, as a dying and reviving god holds sway,
good and evil are in us around which Life swivels.
OUR personal battles paced by a shrill fife.
Keeping the faith in which we are steeped – defiant,
even embracing pseudo facts that do not rhyme.
Like the roots and the blades of the sedge are reliant,
we grope blindly for guidance during troubled times.
SAVIOUR or mythical figure of legends rife?**
From the intellectual cornucopia we’ve sipped.
Ignorance makes me despair of people lacking nous;††
parlour games and the trickery not quite gripped.
Without an informed opinion, we are mere souse.
*The LEGEND in Isaiah 1:14, referenced to by Matthew 1:23, clearly states “ha-Almah”. Therefore, THE girl (not ‘A virgin’, which would have read ‘Bethuluh’King Ahaz reigned approximately inclusive from 736/735 to 732/732 BC.
†Dies Natalis Solis Invicti: Meaning “the birthday of the Unconquered Sun", a pagan festival inaugurated by the Roman emperor Aurelian (270–275) to celebrate the sun god and celebrated at the winter solstice, December 25.
‡That shepherds watched the flocks by night in the fields in the winter time is supported by the phrase "frost by night" in Genesis 31:38–40.
**There is no clear or definite trace of the Christian community in the Holy Land from 70 to 270 AD.
††Apollonius of Tyana: An authentic fragment of one of his writings (on sacrifices) where he expresses his view on God, who is the most beautiful being, cannot be influenced by prayers or sacrifices and has no wish to be worshipped by humans, but can be reached by spiritual procedure involving nous (intellect), because he himself is pure nous and nous is also the greatest faculty of mankind.
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2016
Never forgetting about history
Ensuring it does not repeat itself
Walking proudly into the future
Yesterday now becomes the past
Elevating the mind to new heights
Action plan created and working
Rising and meeting the new call!
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2007
The beginning of my thanks begins at knees,
Having my aches eased, or body suffused,
All that comes to mind is sleep and serene.
Nobody that offers bread can empty,
Knives may cut meat and find platter greasy,
Supper ended, dishes done, there’s always cheer.
Give one for the road, one for tomorrow,
Invest within self, hugs or tomato growing,
Venture into unknown so what is known
Is another taste that takes you back to home.
Nothingness can fill everyone’s hands if home
Gives back to our bodies and delivers to me peace.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2012
[MILITARY PHILOSOPHY]: METTLE IS A BETTER WORD OR TERM!
Might strength along with an image be a concept to consider?
Else, to be strong is considered to be mighty.
Tapping into another’s reserve is a way to achieve an advantage.
The test of fate is allowed.
Like acquiring power from a source of pleasure.
Easy seen when you win.
Inoculate your fortress to be invincible.
Surface your mind to ruminate stratagem.
Absolute absorption of the power you possess.
Be of focus and conquest.
Engage your thoughts and emerge with invigorating ideas.
Trade show your heavy artillery to those you trust.
Take away knowledge to acumen the estate.
Establish an institution of today.
Respond when required even if vulnerability is present.
Wage efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Ornate to eradicate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Defeat downfall and roar once again.
Obstinate for thorough insight.
Resist when in question.
Time efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Edify to educate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Muddle downfall to roar once again.
Written December 15, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013
Adoration of sunlit bold high plains
Frozen herds torn from creation’s page
Rocking tribal fears—who’s got the reins?
Innocents are hurt while tempers rage
Call for voices high and voices strong
Africans say hide when things go wrong
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive!
Ascension available, access through your heart
Seek and you shall find!
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit
***Happy Easter Everyone***
Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013
Chaotic disarray no doubt,
Lost things never found,
Understanding things must change,
Time is wasted searching 'round.
Take control and organize,
Everything must have its place.
Remove the unessential junk,
Freeing up much needed space.
Regroup, remove, refine, refresh,
Eventually you'll have success,
Evicting all your cluttered mess.
(Now if I'd only follow my own instructions!)
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013
How can I be happy with all that is going on in my city.
Am I being selfish and not showing enough concern?
People are living on the street and don't have enough to eat,
Passed by, as people like me go merrily on our way.
Is it my purpose in life to strive for happiness.
No! I am called to be a loving and giving person.
Even if it means, I must change my idea of happiness
Sometimes when I stop thinking of myself,
Special people come into my life and I experience true Happiness!
Written; December 16, 2015
By: Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
Leo, an Astrology Acrostic
by Amy Swanson
Loyal friend who'll laugh with you, the sun rules their playful heart;
Engagingly eclectic, they'll give all they have; forgive them if they seem a little bossy.
Outgoing with majestic charm, they'll walk with you until the very end.
*Inspired by Danielle White's astrology acrostic contest* -- I had to get in on the fun! :)
Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009
Have you seen the poor, giving, putting others first?
Anyone who choose to give, learns to live
Perhaps you see so many gifts in life
Priceless gifts exist for you to pose with
I say compassion, kindness, and gratitude are features of gifts
New Agers know, one and all own gifts bestowed
Even your wealth, is with features other than dollars
Smile! canopy of sky holds time set candid cameras
Sleep, eat, pray, and play in smartest of ways.
I shall hold to the belief, that forgiveness, too, is key
Smell the very air you breathe; isn't it friendly?
You and I can climb to see of life's opulent amenities
Out of many, one color called love
Upstairs is cleared of cobwebs, lottery is shared, happiness is you.
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
So much on our known life,
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry,
in our very own hidden truth lies,
amongst our own poeple who we defy,
until we fight,
for wrongs for personal rights,
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light,
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot,
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not,
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got,
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought,
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop,
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot,
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot,
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
If You Think...
If you think a love like a mother will exist, there and then
You must have been building castles in the air and thus
Need a medic or an injection to kill that feeling of an outcast-
A shadow of falsehood you’ve been chasing.
Friends like mothers will exist no doubt about that
I'm but particular about if boldly will exist in instant world, where
Sailing through has no backfire or low indignation, where
Right to freedom and possession would not be denied, where
Behind your backs, you would have all sides’ safety
Like the baby in the mother's womb, or the sun in the sky.
A bounty ground, a must be aftermath of the journey on free
Bridge on the cross roads, and lanes, and water, and bushes
Over the mountain; the rock, the valley and the hill, and on the
Troubled memory of liquors, women, demigods and kings of miseries?
Water full of love is only a reservoir for the Creator asides mothers.
I may be viewed as uncivilized or sound barbaric by this logic, but reasons
Will proclaim reality in my tone, stand and modest mood.
“Ease! Be at ease!!” The breeze from the mothers’ bosom’s recollections sway, that
Your mind would seek forgiveness and refuge from her, then the All Forgiver. Then true
Mind will redeem and have the lasting rest of his life, yield to and fulfill mother’s wish.
Note: Mothers addressed here may not necessarily be ones biological mother. It could be he or she who is never sick or tired of listening to you, hearing your plights or problems and helping you proffer solutions to them. He or she never discourages, never over-pampers and pray for your success at all times...
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Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2014
C hivalry is not dead but alive in a gallant gentleman like me
H ailed as honorable, my desire is to treat each woman like a queen
I nspired by the Lord, I live each day dutifully by the Word of God
V aliance, a trait I aspire to, fighting for truth even though I am flawed
A lways courteous and polite, respectful in my speech and actions
L oving my neighbors and enemies as myself in all my interactions
R eaching for the stars, I dare to dream yet keep my feet upon the ground
Y ears from now, I will have no regrets for I gave love abound
*The picture is David Beckham on a white stallion. If I'm going to be a guy, I might as well be a good looking one!
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 2, 2012
For the If I Were A Boy contest (Frank Herrera)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
M ishigama my love,
I nto your water wonderland of brook trout and deer I
C an hear the cherubic song of chirping robin and rustling pine.
H eavenly harbors and pristine beaches shape a welcoming hand
I nfused with indigo lakes and teeming streams while three
G reat lakes enshroud to form a kirlian aura of rippling verve.
A live for but a flicker of time, my Michigan home away from Home
N urtures and readies me for the final cruise to the Wonderland of Love.
Note: The word ‘Michigan’ is a Frenchification of the Ojibwe word ‘Mishigama’ which
means ‘large water’.
Copyright © James Rasmusson | Year Posted 2011
Majestic leaves, trees, and flowers surrounding
Each deep breath feels empowering
Daoism adheres to “all is one” and “one is all”
Instantly… all chalkboard writing vanishes, nothing else befalls
The road to the energy center unveils
Air flows through the lungs, everything else pales
Time itself seems to slow to a halt
Instinct dominates the other senses in a sudden assault
Opening a gateway to a serene dimension
Nourishing the soul, meditation stretches the tension
Copyright © Michael Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
Shed the clay that strives to be an anchor
Tarnishing, but for awhile, the dreams of man
Addled hopes can rise in the morning’s mist
Instead of languishing beneath despair
Replenished strength awakens the spirit
With a simple drink from the Milky Way
And flirtations with Perseus opens up
Yielding beauty in heaven’s realm
The grave that holds yet, a soul to Earth,
Owns the judgment of defeat
There is none, but one, that must decide
How to build on wishes made
Even when the faltering of darkness
Shadows well the light of faith
There is a spark that burns the night
As gravity shows force, to mark a trail
Rise! Rise, you fallen man!
Strive to be among the stars
Contest- STAIRWAY TO THE STARS (Acrostic)
Sponsor- Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2012
Seeing, what others want us to see,
Invigorate ‘them’, by subduing our plea.
Tears inside, still continuing with a glee,
Temporal affiance, desisting us to be free.
If this is life then what are we?
Condign figurine, maneuver by thee.
Even if we wish to, cannot flee,
Hypocrisy insinuates a denouement spree.
This world! A forlorn tree,
Subtle roots, nix flowers to be.
Living in the jungle of heartless “HE”
Don’t snatch my heart, I prithee,
In the name of God, let me---------- be ME.
Copyright © AMIT JOSHI | Year Posted 2015
Such a silly concept is this,
killing men they know exist.
everyone all the while,
put their faith in denial.
till all the people with the power,
insist their faiths will be devoured.
can truly someone say they know,
if everybody wants to show.
something unseen that's truly there,
my guess is as good as theirs.
readily I do believe,
everything I can percieve.
in that I know I put my trust,
given truths one knows they must.
never say fire's not hot,
simply prove to me it's not.
so now I sit on my high horse,
under God cannot be forced.
put your faith in what YOU know,
really I can't tell you though.
enter in to your belief,
make me not religions theif.
everything says that though we dream,
*Last line is the Acrostic
Copyright © Robert Dixon | Year Posted 2011
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 MAY 2013
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
Unorthodox is what some say.
Naivety tends to block his thoughts pathway.
Internally I reckon is a storm we cannot see.
Quietly he manages to calm the waves at sea.
Uncouthly unparalleled is what his peers claim.
Equal is indeed sweet, but it will never be the same.
Copyright © Larry McMillan Jr. | Year Posted 2011
Can anyone or should they say anything about loves effect.
Only one issue I feel is important, that they are both adults.
Undeniably love knows no bounds, or even any sect.
Granted in the bible, they chose younger women with respect.
Age is just a factor, when it comes to loves depth of realism.
Reason, whether be older men or women, having no schism.
Each day that passes unhappiness rages, in relationships of close age.
Forever love is in the heart and soul; it really has no classic cage.
Forever love is even rarer these days, than ever before.
Every soul has a soul mate, this I do believe with Heavens score.
Craving the closeness and touching of spirits bound, with true tenderness.
Taking to name this the cougar effect, is lending thoughts that are lecherous.
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Cougar Effect
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011
Paying close attention to
Others I forget myself
Staying grounded is tough
I try remaining positive
Telling my self that
I’ve the right stuff
Vanity goes no where
Expression means much more
Copyright © Amanda Moore | Year Posted 2011
Yesterday I thought about the fears of tomorrow
All day I was sucked in that vacuum of sorrow
My worries weren’t grounded in reality
Troubles like these are not an extension of me
Seemed like the dread made sense at the start
So authentic, as if it came from a flow chart
Farfetched though, this assessment that I contrived
Away like some theories that are no more than jive
Now I must tell the truth by stating that fear
It is embarrassing, I know, but I need to be clear
Looks like I’m deathly afraid to step on a crack
As I was told, it’s apt to break my mother’s back
Though how could that be? Well, I never asked
They’re quite certain though, that she’d end up in a cast
Here and now, we are starting the official today
To which I must chance it, by walking a sidewalk all day
Stay in doors? I wish. Oh yes, I wish there was a way!
Oh, I suppose I could walk with a certain cadence
I think that I can step on the concrete in segments
Believe me, it’s been done, coz when I look around
In my own neighborhood, and in our larger town
Yesterday I saw mothers; their outlook is sound
Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2014
Lies within oneself take a toll on the spirit.
Our minds degrade us, takes away any merit.
Never do we realize the loneliness we shape.
Eventually we blame others, with solitudes rape.
Lack of love for us, others, takes control.
I have seen sadness, rip up others soul.
Never underestimate the voices you may hear.
Each of us hears, some do not let them steer.
Sadness can become a disease, within a heart.
Solitude can be destroyed, right from the start.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013