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Love Beyond the Pale

You lay upon the warm wet earth
now ripped from limb to limb.
Your present shape denies the girth
of your form in its prime.

A life cut short and denied its worth
about you ivy climbs,
my love for you evokes the hearth
a bonfire which knows no end time.

Now fallen, slain, cast for rebirth,
the core of you sublime,
an earthly stump, at forest skirt
reminds me of grand times.

Soon, I too will go beyond the earth
recalling passion's prime,
through the veil of life unearthed
my heart returned to thine.


*ballad

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010


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Ode to a rose on a sunset

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as the clouds dip into the sea.
A kiss from that rose as the waves fall,
over the beach to a rose kissed me.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
as we wrap in lovers embrace.
A kiss from a rose as homeward we go,
to a bed clothed in satin and lace.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
with passion and warmth do we grasp.
A kiss from that rose that blossoms and blooms,
my hand in her labour pain clasp.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
that wanton and curvy young bride.
A kiss from that rose that huddles our babe,
so loving, in motherly pride.

A kiss from a rose on a sunset night,
without whom I'd not share my life.
A kiss from that rose who selflessly filled,
the place of my darling rose wife!

(c) anaisanais - A M Docherty - Wales, United Kingdom. (7/8/2013)

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

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The Ending of The Show

Have you ever listened to the silence?
Alone in the giant trees
Have you ever experienced your soul?
Being totally at ease
Have you ever stood atop a volcano?
Felt its trembling power
Ever smelled the sulfur boiling in the pits
Man that sure is sour
Have you ever loved with all that you are?
Holding nothing back
Have you ever completely lost who you are?
Trying to find your way back
Have you ever stood atop a mountain?
Cursed the Lord above
Have you ever sat alone in a Prison cell?
Accepting his forgiving love
You know I have been an evil man
Every sense of the word
In my memory I remember screams
Tormenting to be heard
So much I wish that I could forget
So much I have to tell
About the emptiness you feel inside
The pure solitude of hell
My life no longer belongs to me
I am on a quest
To show the world a man can be
Beyond any test
My pain is deep and my spirits are high
Eagle gliding in the sky
Brave enough to fight any man
Strong enough to cry
A rock to those who know me well
A leader in the night
A warrior that would never run
God I love the fight
A tender man of true compassion
My wife taught me well
That’s why everything that I can be
I offer to her spell
Angels come with big brown eyes
Strong enough at heart
They encourage you to rise above
Finish what you start
Sometimes when I start to write
I fall into a trance
And the poem becomes a partner
Gliding in a dance
Where the poem goes is with the flow
I just tag along
I try real hard to keep the beat
Swaying with the song
Some parts are good and others bad
Some are in between
But from the first word to the last
The soul in me is seen
I pray before that final curtain call
I will have left my mark
That people will think back and say
The light rose from the dark
Everyone must choose their own way
I am no one to lead
If you wish to make your life a garden
I have some real good seed
Always be totally honest with yourself
The person that you are
Space is a place full of dark matter
Grasp to your own star
Be strong enough to always open up
Let go of what you hide
Because in the overall scheme of things
They’re a nowhere ride
If you wish to hold the one you love
Always let it show
Remember that they must be free
We all need room to grow
Trust in them with all that you are
Never forget to show
That they are the one you will adore
To the ending of the show

Due to the length I joined the four line stanzas together


Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009


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Love Speech

Please tell me about the existence of time
Is it meant for you or what I want as mine
Would you savor every minute meant for you
Will you compromise our life built for two

Come close, feel this heart beating for you
The only movement inside I compare to eternity
With every savoring minute, I make room for more
My love is proof of existence of time

A collaboration with SKAT A: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=17922

Copyright © ... Gigno | Year Posted 2016

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Burger Boy

Burger boy hangs out
at the A&W
Spare change for burgers 
he sometimes has two

He chats up the girls
imagines he is cool
Making up tall tales 
but girls ain't easy to fool

He asks the cute waitress 
if she's from the Philippines
Tells her he was there yesterday 
eating noodles and beans!

She asks where he traveled 
he says he was everywhere
But the more he talks 
she knows he wasn't there

She doesn't make him feel bad
she just gives a sweet smile
It's enough to make him happy 
his grin widens a mile

Like so many others 
he hates being all alone 
So he sits dreams and fidgets 
while he charges his phone

The place is kinda quiet 
except cars driving through
If he had his own car 
it would be a dream come true

What others take for granted 
seems far beyond his reach
He's never had a holiday 
or walked a sandy beach

So he finds something 
that to others ain't much
A burger and a smile
He hopes fingers might touch

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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The Brighter Light

I walk in darkness many times,
not knowing to turn left or right;
there is a light, a glowing ember,
toward the light I have greater sight...

I seek and I search for all its meaning,
why it follows, why it sometimes goes;
I seek it scarcely in times of strength
and cry for its presence in times of woes...

I am aware that it can always live,
inside of me, flowing ever bright;
all I need is an open heart
and a forgiving soul to power its might...

My walk in darkness need never be,
if I remember to always shine like He;
for loving and forgiving are above all else,
in the ever-present glow between Him and me.

Copyright © George Aul | Year Posted 2011

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I Love The Way You Lie

I know that you are seeing someone else,
I'm not there when you close your eyes,
I believe that you are kissing me,
Knowing I love the way you lie.

I hear those three words from your lips,
If love is even possible, it's impossible to cry,
Though I know your heart is not truly mine,
I will always love the way you lie.

Your arms hold me as if you care,
My wise heart still wonders why,
Pretending that everything is alright,
Because I love the way you lie.

When I kiss you I think about nothing,
Wishing it wasn't you when I open my eyes,
I wonder, if I told you the truth,
Would you love the way I lie?





Written for Just That Archaic Poet's contest - "Sing To Me"

Inspired by the song "Love The Way You Lie Pt. 2" by Rihanna ft. Eminem

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Church

When I went to the Temple
It should have felt like home
So as I sat in the pew
Why did I feel all alone

Was my heart disconnected
Was there something wrong with me
Why did I feel like running
From a place that felt empty

Three thousand souls I counted
The church grew before my eyes
I went to look for answers
Yet I left with all my whys

Why was the music perfect
Why did others have no flaws
As I sought my redemption
I drowned within the applause

After the entertainment
As I walked out open doors
I drifted on life's ocean
In a boat that had no oars

Hands held out towards heaven
Within solitude God was kind
As I took time to ponder
I surrendered body and mind

Now Church is not about me
Or the way it makes me feel
Whenever I praise my Savior
The Temple becomes more real

Now I can take church with me
To the places that I go
Within a heart of thankfulness
He allows my love to grow











Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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The poets' song

The silent dark encroaches
with another hollow night.
Old poets whisper sonnets
of love and sacrifice.

Her lips move to each arduous verse;
the emptiness advances.
Crescendos find their soaring crests.
A taunting shadow dances.

The moment lingers at a peak
then brings a slow descent.
And as the final stanza bows
her yearning heart relents.

Her memory finds his gentle face.
His voice resounds a vow.
And a quiet faith moves through her
expelling any doubt.

Soon her love will cross the sea;
his promises to keep.
Until that time, the poets sing
and soothe her soul to sleep.

Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010

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Go Ask Alice

Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say,
as to their nameless or named God’s they do pray.
The light came to Carroll, he said he could see,
for raised by a Vicar at Christ church was he.

Dodgson was his surname an apt moniker 
for he veers of from his father, made math his liqueur 
Lewis was Charles tongue in cheek, he wore hats 
and from his birth place, he transformed Cheshire cats.

Lewis Carroll wrote “Alice” sure, he was also Charles Dodgson
but who wrote the marrow, now that’s where the God comes!
Now, many men wrote the Bible or so we surmise
and the pages they garnered came in random sizes. 

Yes they picked, they plucked, these men were right scary
and what do you know, left out the Book of Mary!
Now you modern readers just might take a note 
the resemblance twixt Alice and Mary's no anecdote.

Dogdson, yes Carroll, knew Mary so it seems 
yet, Alice sweet Alice is who came in his dreams.
Carroll clothed Alice and it's no surprise
that in Chapter 3:21, her dress he seeks dried!

For Alice, dear Alice, did not wish to die! 
“She would catch a bad cold if she could not get dry.”
Carroll being the kind creator, he would 
had the mouse read to Alice the driest of books.

Again and again, his benevolence is shown
when he sends Alice a rabbit to soon lead her home.
So, we are lead on in most delightful detail 
to Chapter 4:15 where her flight is curtailed.

As Cain slew Abel, so the Queen beheaded prates.
Yet, she’d no power at all, over bodiless cats!
Now, Chapter 12 is truly my favorite, as you may surmise
Lewis Carroll has dreamed much of caterpillar size..

He dreamed a whole world full of goodness and villainy.
As anyone can see, men will see what they see,
and the Looking Glass has as much meaning to me
as the Bible may have to the Christians, let be.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

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The Violin

She was a lonely violin,
in a case all by herself,
looking forward to the evenings,
when he’d take her off the shelf-

After reaching his destination,
he would gently set her down,
and ever oh so tenderly,
remove her velvet gown-

With chin held high, he’d hold her close,
she made him feel so proud,
and then a song she would sing ,
which always drew a crowd-

Together they were magical,
making music quite refined,
he knew that she was special,
of an extraordinary kind-

Late one night the maestro sighed,
a tear rolled down his eye,
this cannot forever last, he said,
for soon I’m going to die-

The violin now knew,
that soon would be their end,
he had filled her life with loving care,
and been so true a friend-

Now on any given night,
walking down this unpaved street ,
some hear a violin’s lonely cry,
so sad , but yet so sweet-

Copyright © Genevieve Mika-Stevens | Year Posted 2015

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Before the night is Over (He's coming back) pt.2

             
                  Well my friend, my conscience would not allow me the pleasure.
              The pleasure not to report the news that I treasure.  That as I
              open the book, the book full of new's, a book full of true's.
            
                  All that I know, and them to be in doubt, one day they will all
              shout, "He's coming back", "Before the nite is over".  That's what
              the Bible (the book) is all about.  "Enter ye in at the straitgate: for
              wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction.
              Lord (now): "Show me the way Home", the poem is all about subduction.

             "Before the night is Over, the attempt is to capture your mind".  So may
               you be aware, as he is lead, lead like a lamb to be slaughter.  He is
               beaten like as if they don't care, he look like news I cann't share but
               the book (Bible) say's the reason he suffer for you and for me.
                  Because Love, Well yes my friend, [Love] is the reason to feel free!!..
                
                    My conscience want allow me the pleasure, that I too was less inform.
                That, cause of my sin, I couldn't be reform, and many amonst many was
                 also in doubt.  "Before the night is Over, hope all once blind, now see".
                Before the nite is over, before the night is become dawn and just before
                the dew hit's the ground.   

               "Give your life to what is living and not to a deadless Clover".  Do this, feel
                this.
               "Before the night is Over".

Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2010

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Message to the Lover of the Poet

To be in love with a poet
Is not an easy thing
Try as you might, you’ll never
Live up to his dream

For the poet isn’t content
With love’s status quo
You please and you tease him
But it’s not enough you know

For living there in his mind
Is a picture of the divine
You know that he longs for her
For it's shown in every line

The woman of perfection
Who is not of this world
With raven tresses of hair
And slender arms unfurled

The poet “sees” this woman
And his senses just take leave
For her passion is intense
Her body rivals that of Eve

She is tender and she’s giving
Never asking in return
She waits for him night and day
And it’s for his love she burns

She nurtures his desire
Fulfills his every whim
For she is his possession
Remains faithful just to him

She sees in him embodied
Every single manly trait
Each and every need of his
She’s sure to satiate

Ah…mere mortal woman
Who must compete with this muse
You find that you fall short
And your love’s prone to abuse

For who can dare compare
With a poet’s romantic dream
The siren who sings to him
Who floats on clouds of cream

Poor lover of the poet
Sitting here alone at night
Waiting for him to see you
To turn on you passion’s light

Love him, my sweet, love him
For in the end he’s just a man
That silly muse of his dreams
Can’t caress him, but you can

So win him at this love game
Make the fires really burn
Try to captivate his mind
So that it's for YOU he yearns

Warn that charming seductress
That muse who tries hard to woo
That you have a jealous heart
And you've made him drink your brew

Your body, your soul, your desires
Bathe him in all of these
Not with words but your hands
Make him to do just what you please

For a poet is just a man
Just a simple man is he
Give him all he desires
Then watch his love set you free!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Shield Love - Quatrain

Shield Love - Quatrain - A Collaboration

Embrace me In your soft tender arms.
Holding close within meek tenderness.
In close embrace I feel your soft charms,
I await the touch of your caress.

Shield me from life's hate,
On my knees Love's dying.
Do not hesitate,
From soft eyes tears crying.

Love's fights to survive,
As Love bleeds passion of forever.
Love must ever thrive
Let us now share our Love together.

Really all one desires now,
Knowing Loving you.
An essence of Love allow,
My heart ever true.

Queen of endless pleasure,
Holding you to the end.
My ultimate treasure,
Stay Lover and stay Friend.

In a flash of light,
As long as this world keeps on spinning.
You light up my night,
When sights of Love to my eyes dimming.

All I ask of you we stay strong,
Always sleeps one dream of endless beauty.
Ever In your light I belong,
To be within your heart Is my Love's duty.

Sings In your heart Love,
The song of Love's divinity.
We dwell high above,
In Love ever entwining.

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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My Precious Angel

My Precious Angel


My precious little angel
in Gods' loving care
how often I have grieved for you
wishing you were here.

I had a fleeting glimpse of you
before you went away.
I knew I had to say goodbye
you were too small to stay.

For though you grew inside of me
you were not mine to keep
God called you to his loving arms
now there you gently sleep.

Briefly were you with me
yet I loved you from the start
and now forever you will be
engraved within my heart

and in the shelter of Gods' love
I know you will remain
never to know suffering,
heartache, loss and pain.

I'll find my comfort in my faith
until my days here end.
Then through Gods' sweet salvation
we will unite again.

Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2008

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Father

In the darkening room I stood:
tears welling in my eyes:
by the windowed-wall, looking out,
my small chest full of sighs.

Headlights bright white and tail lights red,
paired, meandered down the street,
yet the white headlights that I sought
seemed only to retreat.

Cold, calm, singular, tear drops fell,
soon reaching down turned lips;
as in the house across the street,
the living room was lit.

A Father held his baby high. 
He hugged that toddler tight.
I wiped the corner of my eye,
and gazed into the night.

Above the darkened woodland near,
beneath a cobalt sky;
the highway brought their Fathers home.
alone again stood I.

Horns blared out in drives near by
sweet laughter filled the air,
and, in the drive across the street,
their Fathers did appear.

The children ran out slamming doors,
on small unshodden feet,
with tiny squeals, and upturned cheeks,
their Father they did greet.

Where was the father who I sought
our lives incomplete
a traveling man, my Father
did nothing but retreat.


*A memory from when I was 8.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2008

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A Poet Was He

Love is having, love is lost

Love believing that it is the key

This is what love is to me

Way back in ninety  five

When I met a poet

A poet was he

He took me by the hand

Taught me about love

We were friends

We were lovers

To the bitter end

He would read poems in my ears

Would write my name like I was a goddess

Like no other

With a magic swirl

Held me like I was his dear

He kissed the light in my soul

Held me with an inspiration

We danced barefoot in the dark

Kissed in the grass in the park

Explored the avenues of our minds

Took me by surprise in never-never land

He listened to my songs

Helped me share my heart

Kissed my very soul

There were no tears

Then he was gone

The beauty of him

Took me by surprise

Our breath was ours

For the taken

And oh the lovemaking

My life have been filled

Lots of events

With lots of tragedy and laughter

But few regrets

Looking back over the past

So glad of memories

To make it last

As I experienced the pain

Of loss of my poet lover friend

In the end

I survived and live

With what is left

I will never forget

The friend I had

What I have seen

What was felt!

I do stand, laugh and love

I still

Shed a tear

As well as fear

At the end of time

Before I die

I’ll never forget my poet

And a Poet was he!

Brooke Dyan 2014

Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014

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To those who fight

Beginning a journey with unseen ends,
Saluting your old life behind, you walk on.
Encasing your love deep in your heart,
Grasping to a single portrait in your hand.

Duty holds your head high,
As your loved ones wave goodbye.
Daily they pray for you 
Hoping to help you make it though.

The sights scar in the head and hand,
No matter how far the land,
Keep thy heart pure,
For love is the cure.

You take up arms with brothers and sisters at your sides.
No gun, no bomb, no bullet, nothing! may break these ties
The strength of you come not through the hours of training
But though offering a hand when your comrades are falling.

May you stand strong in the face of pain,
May you hold the roots close to your heart.
May the sun shine gently upon you daily,
May our love sheild you from hurt.
May you rejoice when you are welcomed home as a hero

Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2017

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All I Ask

I need you to be my earth angel
I need you to kiss away tears
I need you to comfort my soul
I need you to conquer my fears

I want you to be my hero
I want you to release my dream
I want you to be my victor
I want you to love to extreme

I need you to be my sunshine
I need you to drench me like rain
I need you to bathe me in light
I need you assuage my pain

I want you to be my lover
I want you to make me to feel
I want you to teach me pleasure
I want you to make it surreal

I need…I want…I must have you
I burn with unquenchable fire
Your prowess… the essence of life
The source of burning desire

If this is too much that I ask
To comply with beyond your will
Then, oh, just let me adore you
Of your charm, let me have my fill

I only want to be near you
To bask in your beauty so fine
Your words resurrect me to life
They transport me to the divine

Oh please, let your presence cover
In your glow let my poor heart bask
I long to lie in your shadow
Oh, my love, is this much to ask?

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Eternal light

With peace and love 
I kneel a lamb 
possessed by the wolf 
within my own darkness howls

A son of the Father 
Bowing the head to his mercy 
Grace in shame a sinner weeps 
who bit from the forbidden fruit 

Knowing it's agony 
in the garden of life's sufferings
Seeking his forgiveness 
Oh Most Holy Lord 

Always you dwell God most high 
Almighty inside the heart
Light of Our Creator 
there is no good inside 

Dark nights of a soul's pain
tears of remembrance 
As you sit with me alone 
I grow stronger in faith

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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Te Amo

I love the way you look at me
I see right into you eyes
You don’t see me like some others do
With their rumors and their lies

I find it hard to believe
That anyone could ever love me
The way you care proves me wrong
Your kiss makes it easy to see

Without you
Where would I be?
What would life be like
If you weren’t there to hold me?

Copyright © Ginger Marie | Year Posted 2007

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A Father's Love


A Father’s Love

Who would deny a father’s love
That burns within a fevered breast? 
My heart seeks mercy from above;
It’s empty now you’ve left the nest. 

I wish you well upon your way,
Sweet child of mine with face so fair.
I’ll think of you ‘most every day,
To you I dedicate this prayer.

It is no sin for man to weep,
Emotions surely need to flow.
Pure love’s not lost if it is deep,
And all the sweeter to bestow. 

My love endures, a love divine
So pure, and filled with equity.
Go forth with strength, dear child of mine;
I’ll love you for eternity.

Copyright © Faye Lowley | Year Posted 2015

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Stop Crying Inside

Love, needs to be passionate and on fire,
and inspired, by genuine devotions.
And, not the promises of a liar,
filling hearts, with conflicting emotions.

Dismissing the tears, that spill from your eyes,
dreams collapse, and anxieties prevail.
For when you ignore, what each drop implies,
happiness, is scuttled by betrayal. 

An outpouring of pain, pierces your heart,
as truth, dispels the illusion of lies.
And, while doubt and mistrust tear you apart,
depression, dismantles trust as it dies.

The intimate hurts, you’re forced to endure,
are subdued, by phoney smiles and pretense.
And the deceit, that you've learned to deplore,
blames, a calamitous set of events.

Life's a river, destiny sets its course,
dreamers, simply go along for the ride.
And when life seems full, of fears and remorse,
rally to hope, and stop crying inside.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017

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nailed down

i took the nails, and the cat too.
the hammer, the sink and the bed.
i burned them all.  except the cat.
cos she loved me much more than the one i wed.

Copyright © Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton | Year Posted 2006

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My Love Renewed

I searched for adventure
A time or two
In my mind I forgot
I needed you

Now I see
That I was wrong
I truly loved you
All along
 
With all we went through
And all we have done
I couldn't see 
That you were the one

My soul was stored
Locked up until last night
You released it
When you held me tight

Now I remember
Our passion so true
My heart yours forever
My love is renewed




For Dave

Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2008

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Magical Things

I think I’ll live forever
I think I’ll refuse to die
Plant my body in the ground
My spirit’s going to fly

Please come fly away with me
Once this journey is complete
Universe can be our home
Our own magical retreat

Two celestial bodies
Darling lets take to the sky 
Forget the why, when or how
This dream is for you and I

Gliding upon golden wings
We can dance from star to star
I would travel anyplace 
So I could be where you are

Angel’s dance like fireflies
Through trails of glittering dust
In heaven magical things
Exist for people like us

It seems we have come so far
Seems the limit is the sky
When I think of who you are
Tears of joy I need to cry

Everything is what you are
You are everything to me
Long as eternity last
My soul shall be one with thee

So let’s live on forever
We will each refuse to die
Plant our bodies in the ground
As our spirits take to the sky


Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010

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My Computer

My computer's flat on every side
and tapping it goes thump.
Inside the wires are fully charged,
their signals going jump.

A big bold button turns it on
while pushing in your thumb.
Then boots up slow in little chirps
going faster as they come.

The keyboard clicks with every key
I type to let me in,
to form a password I should know
much longer than my PIN.

But when inside I gasp to see
around the world wide net.
And thankful I can see the world
through others I have met.

I cherish my computer box;
who's insides hold the world.
And never been more satisfied
or had my toes as curled.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2015

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THE MEASURE OF A MAN

How does on measure the worth of a man?
How does one try to surmise it?
Can a man be appraised like a parcel of land?
There are so many things that comprise it;

For the gem of his soul has such faceted cut,
That we're hard put to judge by set standard.
It depends from which angle you're viewing the gem,
How it's depth and it's beauty are rendered;

So how can we measure the worth of a man,
When we can't see all sides of the jewel?
Do we measure the body, the spirit, the soul,
A man is not single, he's plural;

So to even attempt to judge part of a man,
Without giving thought to the others,
Is like trying to sing just part of a song,
It's left lacking as you will discover;

So leave the appraising to He who is worthy,
To judge on the part or the whole;
For once He's refined him the whole man is worthy,
And he comes forth shining as gold.




"FOR HE KNOWETH THE WAY THAT I TAKE; WHEN HE HAS TRIED ME, I SHALL COME FORTH AS GOLD."
                         Job 23:10





Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2012

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Stalker

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Peering at her as she sleeps,
nearing tiers of the devout...

Smearing pleas on the glass as he peeps,
impotent, from the grass. He's about

to unfold the silk memoir he keeps,

and lovingly smooth it out.

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Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Choices


I am free to choose where I plant my feet,
to ramble down the path and into the sun
In the orange columns cast by lamps on the street
crouch saddened people who have received none.

I am free to choose the order of the words,
whether they roll off my tongue or into my ears
From outside come spilling the songs of birds
They know nothing of chains; they have no fears.

I am free to choose the title of my poem
and embroider each letter with colors my own
Each man’s tale is not for men to condemn 
Only One can reveal seeds the Devil has sown.

So I refuse to choose between silver and gold
I shun all the idols flesh and blood have made
The world passes, time paints masks of old
Slowly, slowly, the mist is beginning to fade.

I refuse to choose the gaping wide river
that asks for an ink heart, rebukes true faiths
The current is noisy, with a cold, secret shiver –
its lukewarm waters swarming with wraiths.

I refuse to choose between Father and Son
for one is the radiance of the other’s glory
There is only one path I am entitled to run
with joy, for I trust He who is writing my story. 

Copyright © Grace EunSong Lee | Year Posted 2010