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Signing Off

--Goodbye--To my Addiction-

The time has come to part,
I will leave many with broken hearts
If one day you call on me,
I'm sad to say I will hold my tongue missing each one relentlessly 
I'm not doing this for me; I am doing this for you
I could stay here and win, and not give in 
But, this soup bowl comes with demons and nasty shadows
Demons and nasty shadows, taking and crashing my light
Demons I had to fight off the entire time I was here
Shadows hating the way I welcomed every poet with a happy cheer
Demons and shadows whom drown in their selfish everyday pity.

For those smiling on my departure, 
I want you to have this wonderful gift 
So please copy paste this moment from the bottom of my heart
**I hope this gift brings you laughter, knowing 
I've been sad, these past few days, drying up my final soup tears**

I will miss this part of what makes me ME -my love and lust for poetry.
I agree with many I should never surrender to the envy of demonic dust
Giving up the passion that completed a part of my soul for years
But, the reality of life, is the life's I give and given when I make love happen
In my heart I know it's time to give myself back to reality
SO AT THE END I WIN, I'm the one who ends up with an everlasting smile
I'll finally be free from this place, where most treated me unfair & unkind
Free, from the negativity of the few who hide behind a dishonest disguise?

Wait until you notice your soup bowl's going stale
You will miss me, and I will miss you
But, my enemy will miss me even more
Reminiscing the times we spent hogging up 70% of blogs,
Arguing and fighting over not agreeing with many thoughts.
But, it was never the differences of opinions, it was more like---
Let's slay the Destroyer, a name like that should never be on top
So please know I am sad, and this is not the way I want to go
I'm not leaving you because I want to 
I'm leaving you because, the rumors are 
"The soup is better without the sweetness of the poet destroyer."
The only big thing about me -was my heart not my ego 
I never claimed to be the best; 
You're the one who claimed I am good enough
You took me in and returned my love
In ways others could and would not accept.
And for you my loving poet friends, and fans
I will walk away with my dignity/integrity; 
I can CARELESS IF I PLACE OR DON'T PLACE IN YOUR CONTEST
I guess I'm finally growing up 
In becoming the bigger/better poet.

Signing Off ---Love 
The Poet Destroyer

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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Rocket Ship People

Send that message
That signal so far
Is there a tower, some beam
That could speak to that distant star
A million miles
Separated
Years on that rocket
Could get anyone jaded
We looked up as kids
That glitter caught our eyes
Stole our hearts
Spun beautiful lies
How pretty those stars were
To we who didn't know better
Now to think, we can catch those dreams?
How silly
How childish of a dream that seems
Those stars and their lovely call
Telling us they weren't really that far at all
How so very pretty they were
To we, captivated, who didn't know better
Should've known better
Years on that ship
In the dark
In the cold
In those places
Where space is
So twisted and uncontrolled
So close we come
To the warmth of that distant Sun
Cast out again
In our rocket we spin
Flung into the deep and the darkness we float again
Lost and trying to find
Blink that message out to
Some other lonely mind
Not sure it will land when we're this far out
Where words fall like feathers
The silence a deafening shout
How so very pretty those stars still are
We do know better
But will still go so far
Through that crystal wall
Cold
Never ending
Straight into those glittering flames
Heart rending
Should've known better
Will never know better
What code is that beaming
That we could know better
God knows we try
Though our message lost
In that vacuum between where our signal gets tossed
about
Battered and broken
Words bridging the void just
To never be spoken
Its meaning we dance
about
We were taught so much better
Why don't we do better
Than flying alone
Should be cruising the stars together
How loud
How big
Should that signal be
Put a tower on the moon
If it'll call you to me
To visit those glittering specks we admired
Validate and make real that to which we aspired
Lost a wing?
Here take mine
May take a while, but we'll get there in time
Better late than never
Seeing wonders together
Than spinning out, fuel down low, lost to forever
There is a better
Not hard to do better
Sift through the noise
For that message to weather
The chaos, the static, the cosmic melee
So two rockets can find
One another
And play
In the glittering warmth of some star far away.

Copyright © Carolyn Fish | Year Posted 2016

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Private Romeo

Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool
So he never thought "Baby's in love."
He fought for his rights
and he slept through your dreams
With his self-centred wolverine paralysed
 
Drove out of the camp on a bright summer's day
waving last weekend's pass-out goodbye
Phoned Jenny, then Julie, who never complained
Filled his tank, with the world running dry.
 
Throws off the fatigues now, just too tired to fight,
He will walk to the beat
of another man's drum
sometimes valour's the best part of sin.
With a grin shoves his ring
on the pawnbroker's manicured thumb.
 
Now this story splits down three parallel lines.
My version, the truth and your lies
You saw him conversing with 12-year-old Jim
in myriad tongues, his back to the wind. 
I found him saluting a girl in Key West,
Where admirals croak and malingerers lie.
We both know he broke each old, weary taboo
Well, salmon will leap
when they're straining to die.
 
Maybe Romeo Jaxx is of much sterner stuff
And never was swayed from some destiny's path.
Straight as a die
but the die is now cast,
the cast are now blind
and the blind are aghast.
Our Romeo sees that there's no one ahead
don't tell him, there's no one behind.

Copyright © PV Harrington | Year Posted 2015


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Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's nothing you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013

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AN INTRODUCTION OF NEFREDA MARIA CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE

AN INTRODUCTION OF NEFREDA MARIA CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
I am Nefreda Maria Castle of the Bean People. Today, I feel appease and pleased by the peace I see in Giantvillism. Giant and Maddy are an ordered paired in harmony in that they are structuring a meaningful world. My husband, Jake, and my children; Jake. Jr., Nefreda Marie, and Joseph, and I have travelled afar to this beautiful existence beyond. We bring unity in the belief of what the future holds for all of us. Therefore, we are prepared for the troubles that confront us and we are armed to protect and defend each home front. Nefreda Maria begins to sing…
A SELF-IMAGE
I am a lifespan. I am a journey partook. I am woman. I am the light and the truth. Within destiny, I strive for meaning and peace. I am a schema of thorough belief - A base of knowledge that breathes discovery. I am life now and I am here to acclaim my own. Imminently, I frame. I am a niche in a divided space. Proclamation of the existence of personal recourse – I am a voice, a look, and an expression. I am a Bean person. In years to come and not beyond that, life will span. The future I am not. I am here to create a better tomorrow. My destiny has not been perceived. I am my creator. Life formed for meaning. Peace is an ideology. I am a lifespan that endures. I rather be rich than poor. I am a self-image by the way I live. Life is only a span of time. The future is infinite. I am here as I am now. Bean people are limited. Many bridges will be crossed. Life formed to structure. Within this medium, my life spans. I am proclaiming my own. My niche is well-defined. I am a self-image refined. ______________________________| Penned May 29, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Next level

This waiting to get a year
older is not fun anymore ..
not worth the party
nor the cake
cannot dance long
looking  disheveled
i'd like to go to 
the next level
can't stand the
 knee swelling
and the teeny 
weeny dwellings
This waiting to see 
bad things happen 
to good people -
done got old.-
can't cry no more.. 
the end of fun.
the last days, 
at least for some.
the good die young.
This waiting  
now  minutes / hours
 the good get devoured
This waiting to get a year 
older is insane.
but I will remain. 
to die for a better cause 

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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My Wandering

I wandered the vastness of the universe
Just to meet you here
I considered many life times to glimpse
Your adorable essence
I explored the magical land of Atlantis
Even the technological Lemuria
I lived a couple of thousands of years in Sumeria
And learned to spoke magical words
I lived with the hundreds of lambs in Syria
To learn how to live with them in the barren land
I was in Mongolia to learn how to cook food
And created my own menu
I was with the Emperor and Empress of Japan
To be one of their counsels
I was once a daughter of a peasant in Italy
Learned to live with a single meal a day
I learned to fly an airplane in France
And leave my profession for marriage
I craved to wrote songs in Canada
But still longed for someone I knew
I was with you in the battle ground of ancient Egypt
I learned how to kill and to be killed then
I tried to discover more about myself
Lived inside a cave of mountainous Indonesia
I entered the great temple of India
To learn how to be the master of my surroundings
But died when a mysterious epidemic spread
I created more thoughts and realized inside a cell in Chile
And killed myself for an escape to my wrong ordeals
I existed again to work on my rippled karma
I visited the temples of Tibet to find peace
I discovered how to heal myself
And every person I tormented
I roamed around the great City of Brazil
But to no avail I never saw someone like you
I remembered why I am here then
I still chased you in further ground of Incas
But nothing happened
You still left me for another person
I continued to soar within this land
And was killed while counting miles across the sea of England
I explored the lessons of to be abandoned
As I always waited for this love
I was catapulted again in the battle fields of the Philippines
Where I was killed in an ambush with my three comrades
Yet my desire never materialized
I returned here being wary you was out of life again
I decided to go back to the golden planet
But escaped before the capsule like craft flown
While have had a thought in mind
That I am expected you to came
And now finally we bumped each other again
This will be the last life I shall chose to see you
Since I planned long before this moment
I will be home where I am from
And be one with my sparks.

Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2012

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WHEN I 'M GONE

The dawning of the sun 
And the cry of the ocean 
The blooded-like rays of the sunset 
Full of loneliness and casted by scarlet 

The fall of the leaves 
Someone will soon to leave 
In the midst of the darkest place 
I feel the warmth of an embrace 

I am being used throughout the years 
Now searching for pure love tears 
I can hear now the march of the battalion 
The mark of my ruination 

I am longing to see this paradise 
Where my sun used to rise 
I misses the sweetest scents of the flowers 
While singing the lyrics of the proverbs 

By the love vested by my birth land 
My time comes to its end 
For that butterfly says goodbye 
My loveliest tears for my love before I 'll die

Copyright © Nebuer Peroy | Year Posted 2014

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The Blind And The Cripple

Blind-
Help me son, help me daughter, help this old beggar,
Give a coin, give some water, help this blind creature.
Help this aged, come to aid, help this downcast blind,
Draw your hands, off you pockets, mix your hands, combined.
Lacking sleep, bloody hunger! I'm pale and dying,
Ten rupees! quite some offer, at least start trying.

Lovely girls, my harmless kids, can't you see their plights,
They dream about shining prince, don't they have their rights.
Start giving at least something, shall we have some trust,
A coin, two or ten like him, something kind and just.

Cripple-
Hear me all, hear this cripple, hear this handicap,
Please be kind and please do mind, ah! coin on his lap.
I'm poor and deep in trouble, help this old cripple,
My legs were great, not again, I'm week and brittle.
Holding stick, without pleasure, I don't have a home,
Finding space, seeking treasure, kids are left to roam.

Share a coin or one or two, quench my thirsty lips,
Old ladies, beautiful girls, let me have some chips,
So let me beg, earn my right, give me something great,
Ten or more or what you have, something for my gait.

Blind-
Who is there, is he begging, Is he robbing me?
Go and beg anywhere out, you can't beg near me.
Can't you see that I cant see, don't you be absurd,
I came first, so he should leave, he should speak no word.

Cripple-
This is train, so I can beg, I shall take what's mine,
You can't brawl and make me stop, now you stop your whine.
They are souls, some nice people, they won't  make me leave,
You should stop, zip your lips or they will make you leave.

Passengers-
Blind and cripple, are they ill, what more should we see.
You are right they ain't so good, let them stop and flee.
Look, its great, to see them fight, beggars fighting each.
Hey! stop, what are you doing? don't you bark and preach,
You are ill and more than them, you should be more kind,
What they do, shall not matter, you should sit behind.
©Anees Rahman

Copyright © Anees Rahman | Year Posted 2014

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Rapture's Light

I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I’ve been through hell all thro’out my life.
And I’ve had all kinds o’ different strife.
And I’ve been hard-press’d.
And I’ve been depressed.
And just when I thought I got the hang o’ things,
They change, and they rearrange.

I’ve done all sorts o’ things.
Stupid things. Crazy things.
But now times have changed.
And everything has rearranged.
And all that I e’er knew,
Has come back to bite you.

I’ve just had an experience unlike any other.
It was so great, cause now I’m with the Father.
I’ve just had an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who came with me in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

So listen closely as I tell what’s happened to the world.
The world’s spun it’s last spin and has finally hurled.
The Hea’nly Host has brought us up.
All us Christians, that is, pup.
Anyone listening to this,
is more ‘an likely in any state but bliss.

If this is bein’ heard,
Then e’eryone is real disturbed.
You may’ve just witnessed all of us disappearing,
But there’ll still be another hearing.
Like it’s been for all of life, ‘cept for this one instance that is,
You may come to meet the Lord after you perish.

You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

I shall end this now for I’m ent’rin the Pearly Gates o’ Heav’n.
It’s more beautiful than can be describ’d by any Reveren’.
If somehow this reaches you people on Earth,
Remember this one thing from the hearth.
There’ll always be hope, so stay strong!
Don’t worry, this torture won’t last long.

You’ll have an experience unlike any other.
It’ll be so great, cause you’ll be with the Father.
You’ll have an experience unlike any’ll know.
‘Cept for those who’ll come with you in the flow.
Of Light! That is. The never-endin’ Light of the Lord.
The never-endin’ Light of the Lord!

Copyright © Josiah Rutter | Year Posted 2013

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Upon the sea of moonlight

My quiet reflection..........

With the coming of the night

My quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

My journey through the night

There is no darkness to fear

For, the light of the moon is here

 

Soft silver moonbeams.........

More than I can dream

Guides me through the night.......

My journey upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

The night wind blew.........

Filling my sail..........

Filling me too..........

On my journey's trail

 

The night wind blew

Far in to the night

The night wind blew

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

For, the sail never flapped

It remained steady

The night wind trapped

Every gust...........

Every eddy

 

Witnessed only by the night

The silent crossing

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

   

Within all our dreams

We all take sail

Under moonbeams

The journey's trail

 

The night wind blows

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

Darkest

Before dawn

Before the sun rose

The coming of sunlight

 

The dream world

Travelled at night

With the sail unfurled

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

For some...

The journey never ends right

For  some....

Time to leave the Sea of Moonlight

 

Your sail, to catch moonbeams

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

To travel, in your dreams

Pushed far into the night

 

My quiet reflection...........

With the coming of the night

Your quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2013

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Running

With beating hearts
the young lovers run down the street
afraid of looking back
hearing only their shoes on the concrete.

Running into the night,
following the North Star
and the moonlight as guides
hoping to make it far.

"My feet are tired. When can we stop?"
"Dawn is coming. The sun will soon rise."
Dogs bay behind them.
This fear is lover's prize.

Before all is lost,
they race against time. 
Running into the woods
before morning bells chime.

"Faster," he says,
and pulls her along.
She feels his hand around hers,
sure and strong.

The lovers run and run 
not stopping till daylight.
Escaping imprisonment
running into the night.

Copyright © Gabrielle Bailey | Year Posted 2016

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A Bear Climbed Over The Mountain

A  Momma Bear Climbed Over The Mountain 

And What do You Think She Saw 

She Saw Another Mountain 

So that Momma Bear Climbed that Other Mountain 

And So On

And So On.....


As She Looked up into the Heavens 

Careying Her Cub this Far

Never Looking Back

Their Destiny is in Gods Hands

Faith in the Lords Love has brought them many Miles and over many Mountains 
 
Momma Bear Prays Everyday that her Cub may find her way......

...and May have Peace again in Her Day..... 








Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2016

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The journey of life

The journey of life is like an ice cream they say
And time wasted may melt the pleasures away

Coz the moments of truth are the answers to stay
So sit back and relax and let life sway

Don’t reflect on the past and silently pray
Life is a journey and enjoy it on the way

As the journey of life is short lived to say
So walk the path of life in a truthful way

Coz the journey of life will stop when you lay
As the journey of life is like an ice cream they say

- Sherwin Fernandes

Copyright © Sherwin Fernandes | Year Posted 2015

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With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 


 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 


 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....


I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...

Copyright © Ryan Harris | Year Posted 2014

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Journey

When historical paradigms germinate around you,

When characters of stories, you read, start talking to you,

When you feel crowded by several unanswered questions,

When dualism makes you shaken,

When time starts running faster,

When you experience your immense world,

When you find yourself a witness of world’s evolution,

When your curiosity forces you to awake,

When any imaginary god could not stop you

From questioning the established rules and traditions,

Dear, it is the most beautiful time!

It is the proof that you are alive.

Copyright © Lalit Shukla | Year Posted 2015

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Flying High

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

Copyright © Janet Runyan | Year Posted 2015

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So Long

So long Tommorrow
Shine So brightly
Live so freely
Cry together
Laugh so deeply
Smile Forever
Be What you can
Be Believe in
You Shall bring us
Pride Forever
And I cannot
Bend To sunset
End All Things
Before They begin
Show Some mercy
Hold On to me

I salute You briefly
We are One No leaving
We will Talk So subtly
We shall Hold So tightly
Find Me wanting
Touch So softly
Breathe So camly
Give Me hope to
Want So subtly
Yes I'll follow
You So Swiftly
Kneel Before us
Let us guide you
Wash Away your
fears be complete
Grab on to me
Guide My feelings
Set Me free
to Wash Away 
the Sins Of all 
That hurt us on the
shores of winter
Never Once
Ill forget
times According
Bring Me joy to
Grasp this setting
I submit This column
Birds Are chirping
Clouds Are parting
Suns Are rising
Win Ters Falling
Storms Are ending
Men Are rising
Oh This freedom
This is you
No conflict
This is me
No deceipt
This is US
Be simple

By Athi Godlo

Copyright © Athi Godlo | Year Posted 2015

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The sinking ship

Thus, came to an end,
both the depth of my breath,
and our happy sail,
on the waves of the pacific.

The iceberg pierced the giant,
sucked us,
of our joy and dreams,
families deserted and orphans born.

To those chilling waves,
we froze,
with jaws wide apart,
and our teeth went crystal.

Our tears went unnoticed,
superior were those,
icy beams of the pacific,
that froze our tears half way down.

we floated for hours,
on those old dusty structures of wood,
they could bear not more than one,
relations along with dreams, we had to sacrifice.

thus froze my body in the icy arms,
my pulse stampeded,
and hopes shattered
so speaks my soul from the distant skies. #PSM

Copyright © MAHESH PETHAKAMSETTY | Year Posted 2015

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The journey

As I lay in bed there dreaming.
Lowered down in silent screaming.
into a world of silent shadowed shores.

In the waters bleak and freezing.
In a time I wander teasing.
Seeking out the life I so desperately sought before.
                                                                                                                   Then a tree so distant tall.
leaves that tumbled unto a call.
Lightly falling glades of silvery seeds, 
glistening upon the shadow shaded shore.
                                                                                                                    Reality it came to me.
The time that left the time that be.
insightful colors joyous glee
growing life from guilt of battered devils door.

Whence there upon a breath I took.
A whitened light the shadow shook.
Smiles greeting journey of time that lie before.

Copyright © Daniel Tate | Year Posted 2012

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Spaced Dutchman

Vacuum of space surrounds his hold
as he leaves the fair Cappellan
Darkness without and bitter cold
he seeks the far Magellan
How far he travels in search of gold
wrinkles line his star tanned face
Shouting I AM the adventurer bold
no echos resound in space
Silence answers he is  alone
darkness whispers its tragedy
the tanned faced turns to bone
an endless voyage on an endless sea.

Copyright © Luann Pfost | Year Posted 2013

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And So it Begin

And so it begins


I gladly give up the controls to my LORD and Savior.
Who better to do the driving than the one who created the world?
Who better to trust than the one who can raise the dead.
Our illusion of control can ease our minds until life throws us a curve and it always does. 
 The appearance of control is an illusions
 any sense of control is an illusions 
Remember the devil disguised himself as an angel of light.
  He specializes in illusions,  making us believes we can live our lives anyway we choose.
  And we fall for it every time, just look at Eve in the Garden of Eden,
 she fell for the devils trick and Adam with her,
the result kicked out of Paradise, and so it begins 
We want complete control over our lives, and our destiny. 
And anyone offering us a glimpse into that has our full attention, who’s got time for God and his way of life, not us.
We believe in what we want to believe. 
 We choose to believe in a lie rather than the truth. 
no one lives like Jesus anyway, life is too short to let someone else do the driving. 
take back the controls, for our lives, and our destiny.  We become master of our own lives, 
and so it begins
the beginning or the ending,,,

Copyright © F. Darlene Mack | Year Posted 2014

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Bittersweet Journey

Nine years a stranger in a strange land
     Travelling to my island in the sun;
A native son returning a native strand
     Where the journey had all begun

I, Icarus, flew its skies but survived
     The sun and thrust of engines loud;
On Bee Wee wings of wax we dived 
     Into that misty archipelago cloud

Piarco tarmac on grassy plains below
     Soon upon the trail of Queen's Park;
Charting the maps of time long ago -
    'Twas late and the boulevard was dark

The Banyan trees, the rustling palms,
     Glow of that bright calypso moon;
To my soul a succour its island balms
     And balmy breezes bore a gentle boon

Down the Churchill-Roosevelt to the sea
     Beetham shanties and LaBasse go by;
But 'twas Port of Spain's restless quay
     That conspired to grab my roving eye

Fishing boats off the high seas berth
     Her old clamorous city docks and pier;
The Gulf of Paria's sleepy channel firth -
     And look...it's Independence Square

Upon the corner of Sweet Briar and Gray
     Where as a boy I played in the rain;
Waking by carol song on Christmas Day,
     And hearken, Greyfriar's sweet refrain

See ancient Savannah parched and bare
     Tormented by season's blazing sun;
Yonder hazy hilltop ridges no better fare
     But soon the rains will in deluge come

Over blustery Northern Straits we flew
     To Buccoo Reef and blue island coral;
Tobago's Crusoe shores came we to view
     With her verdant hills rich and floral

Upon the Coast Road to Maracas Bay
     Drinking a fool's fill by the fire's flame;
But I was seventeen almost to the day,
     And at seventeen I was always game

I met a lass whose eyes through me tore,
     More lovely than words can convey:
Beauty I've not known since or before,
     I'd like to remember her this way

Fondly I gaze the dormant Oval grounds
     Rapturous but for a short lived respite;
At my window did roar out the sounds
     Of steelband and parang in the night

With February upon us quickly I fear -
     Carnival's sleeping tribes awakened;
I had no costume, no robes to wear,
     Yet my burning spirit was unshaken

Behold on Jouvay morn at break of light
     Spilled hordes out of Sparrow's tent;
Revellers in the streets day and night
     Till Last Lap, Ash Wednesday and Lent

But our time here had drawn to an end,
      And leaving again bittersweet for me:
Saddened alas but my heart does mend,
     For this is my home and always will be

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                    May 1992

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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The structure of our soul

The semblance of existence remains in the worth of our lives,
In the structure of what grows within;
Yet the good of all mankind is measured by its worth 
And not by the makeup of those lives;
Still ponder the signs of our thoughts and beliefs
And the structure of the ideas therein     

We remain beneath the starlit side of the moon,
Forever lost in a light still unseen;                                                                    
And the intention of ones worth is measured by its character 
Until the structure of that character is consumed;
Farewell to the uncertainties of our faith
And what is held in the structure within

Could time in passage take the worth of us all?
Like a faun in the winter of its being;
But instilled our memories seem so long to depart
That the structure of thought is no more!
For a shadow is lost in silent demise 
Hidden in the structure within

Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2014

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Away

Oh wind, that I may touch your brow
And sail beyond the sad, gray echo
That I may peer beyond what is now
And know what makes rivers flow

And hear the distant seagulls wail
To see the foggy mirrors expand
Away from thee I now set sail
And journey to a truly new sand

Follow the opened-eyed moon with me
So much to discover in this life anew
Come feel the dancing, welcoming sea
The moss green, the silver forest, and the blue

Away oh wind, away

Copyright © Susan Yantis | Year Posted 2016

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The Lonely Horseman

The lonely horseman of old rides down that long,
lonely road.
Kings and Queens lodge and entertain him for the night.
In the morning it is always the same,
the nobility watch him as he rides out through the palace's gates.
This handsome man rides to find his beautiful lady whom he has never
really seen, but this lady is forever haunting his dreams.
For now no false loves will he receive.
Until his search has come to an end, he continues to ride down that long, lonely road.





by S.E. Clark

Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2014

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JOURNEY ONWARDS

Tiny bits of beauty
I seem to florish
Showered acts of piety
I am mold and polished

Experience I have enough
Gosh! How it teach me allot
Even life is that so tough
Still it didn't stop me to laugh

Here in this arid land
I learned things beyond
Things I was once never do
Here to keep up, I need too

Indeed it's been a great journey..
There are so many worries
So much so are the stories
Then again it is a part of my life history

I'm looking forward
Determined always to move onward
With one foot step affront
I am more prepared for a staunt..

By: olive_eloi
6:54pm
12/04/2013
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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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UPON THE SEA OF MOONLIGHT

My quiet reflection..........

With the coming of the night

My quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

My journey through the night

There is no darkness to fear

For, the light of the moon is here

 

Soft silver moonbeams.........

More than I can dream

Guides me through the night.......

My journey upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

The night wind blew.........

Filling my sail..........

Filling me too..........

On my journey's trail

 

The night wind blew

Far in to the night

The night wind blew

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

For, the sail never flapped

It remained steady

The night wind trapped

Every gust...........

Every eddy

 

Witnessed only by the night

The silent crossing

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

   

Within all our dreams

We all take sail

Under moonbeams

The journey's trail

 

The night wind blows

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

Darkest

Before dawn

Before the sun rose

The coming of sunlight

 

The dream world

Travelled at night

With the sail unfurled

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

 

For some...

The journey never ends right

For  some....

Time to leave the Sea of Moonlight

 

Your sail, to catch moonbeams

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

To travel, in your dreams

Pushed far into the night

 

My quiet reflection...........

With the coming of the night

Your quiet reflection

Upon the Sea of Moonlight

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009

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Start of a new journey

The basic principles flowing through my mind, 
Shaped to intricate patterns of predestined design.
I now know where, I was not before, 
for now I am, as I need through this door.
I might change my mind if you hand a receipt, 
for all this worthless material you cherish in defeat.
Let me explain something, and I’ll make it very clear, 
you’re wasting your time, each and every year.
Ego is a concept not yet defined, 
expanding past personality and even your mind.
It’s the flesh that you take to appointments of all you see, 
and it’s not your fault as a victim of society.
However once you know you can only blame yourself, 
this spiritual design is a one way to health.
Stop confusing religion in your mind, 
life is only complicated for the body your assigned.
Legality, Morality, Totality to Fatality, 
going crazy trying to comprehend Reality.
Now back to the basics as I mentioned before, 
it only matters what you’re left with when you are no more.
Fendi, Versace, Christian Dior, 
blinded by these dark lights from the shades you wore.

Think about it. 
Now become it.

Are you happy fighting all were here for?, 
you won’t find Love, Compassion, or Soul in a store.

Now make up your mind and choose not to fall.
 
You need not to find it you’ve had it all along, 
Just rid of judgment and you’ll sing your own song.

It’s the Truth.
Believe it.
 
Were built of regurgitated info from those of before, 
Now start your own path as you know there is more!
Dream, Believe, Achieve, and you will no longer Seem to Leave to Grieve.
As you will be in the moment with all that is, 
Start by forgiving thyself and cherish the gift to give. 
We were all once babies, and we are truly all one.
Think deeper than your pocket, and the answer will come.                                   

Copyright © Ron Morris | Year Posted 2016