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Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012

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I promise

I promise  
I promise to love you deeper than the Atlantic Ocean 
I promise to adore you higher than the Killimanjaro mountainous romise to care for you more fragile than a wine glass 
I promise to keep you closer than my attitude 
I promise that our love will be stronger than a wine of Johnny Walker 
No matter the highway is too risky,the E_toll gates so many I promise to go nor travel the long distances for you 
I may not promise you the Heavens nor the Earth for I don't have the power to 
I might not buy expensive gifts for you to prove my love 
I may not promise you my life for I need it to keep on loving you 
I may not promise you the 100% of my love for if I Love you 100% and you also love me 100% it'll be 200% which is impossible, so I promise to love you 50% and expecting you to meet me halfway by loving me 50% so our love will be 100% stable
I don't mind repeating the words I love you each and every second,every minute every hour every day every month every year,every decade and every century 
My love for you is real no need for a prophetess nor a prophet to prophecy it
I promise to be like a patron and patronise you in each and ever way
Believe me when I say I promise to keep my promises 
Because I promise

Copyright © Ntokozo Masango | Year Posted 2017

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Dear Past

Dear past,
I believe we were a once life time best couple ever, though truth is venomous to secrete. Together, we crossed dark seas in boats with holes to unearth paradise. In this world of tragedy, there is really hope, we broke all lip shades with kisses, just to get the undying treasure, one day, me and you. We made live promises and you were to always be the apple of my eye. When I had you beside me, I felt secure and had company enough to keep focused. I treasure the then moments, me and you, your scent was highly sensitive to me, those little smiles and young talks we both made, everything was ideally joyous and worthy it. I therefore, red letter the day I met you, indeed, it was sensational.
Above all, the journey cost us nothing other than a love bubble, True love, though finally we led a blazing furnace destination. May He the Almighty please keep the correspondence in our twined hearts! I dearly miss you with etc…
                                                                                      Yours in solidarity,
                                                                                       THE FUTURE MIND

Copyright © Ediruma Edward Eric | Year Posted 2017

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For Mommy's Little Man

   Baby boy mommy loves you very much, i can tell how you've grown with every 

  I watch you learn and grow everyday. The way i feel about you son , is very hard 
to say.

  Without you in my life, i would be crying, while deep inside feel like i'm slowly dying.

   You are my life, my moon, my stars, and my sun, this is for you to know i'm always 
here and i love you a ton!

Copyright © Brittany Wright | Year Posted 2011

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Land of the Free

"America the Beautiful"

Benefactor of our freedom

Continued strength re-born

Dedication and promise to protect

Equality and "The pursuit of happiness for all"...

Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2013

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Tic tac! Tic tac! Time flies
Encompassing fears and tribulations, she smiles
A second's like a gemstone before her eyes
Trying to please the World before the night cries
What a prodigious woman

Mother of my mother
Without prevaricating, the astonishing wonder
Among many, she dominates like thunder
Made a name that no man can put asunder
What a prodigious woman

Round thew globe and down to Enugu city
Protects her children with love and ferocity
Her achievements soaring the greatest mountain
And her exquisite body that makes men hunting
What a prodigious woman

So tremendous
Extraordinarily gorgeous
Precisely adventurous
Extremely dexterous
Really fabulous
Truly marvelous
Gallantly fantabulous
Finally prodigious
What a PRODIGIOUS woman

Dedicated to my grandmother, Mrs Egbuna.

By Kbillion

Copyright © Ken Nwadiogbu | Year Posted 2012

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This Will All End

This will all end
As Jane Kenyon said, “Let evening come” 
Let it come to unite some
The evening when racism will end
It’s so much better when the two blend

Martin Luther king, Rosa Parks
This is how it all starts
Segregation, discrimination, unfair education 
And yet, I thought we were one nation

“They’re colored, them Negroes” they declared
While sitting in their living rooms with stories they shared 
They don’t know what they really meant
Or how “them Negroes” truly felt

Oh them Negroes, they will dream
About how someday, they will be free 
Harriet Tubman was the one
Who helped the slaves that were on the run

Harriet held her head up high 
Helping helpless slaves survive 
While guided by the Northern Star 
Their freedom awaits them afar

They whip their lashes, but I aint afraid 
‘Cause he had a dream that one day
We will be united with no shame
‘Cause blacks and whites are all the same

Letting light skins lead the way
Leaving lonely blacks gone astray
They’re free here, they’re suffering there 
Let’s come together, everyone, everywhere

Let freedom ring, let the caged bird sing
Our journey together will begin 
Let’s wake up, let’s not pretend 
And let’s not worry, this will all end

Copyright © Marwa Mohamed | Year Posted 2015

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A Mother's Intuition

As life is created from her womb
Bountiful preparation is needed
Charisma, duty, and love
Develop the best care offered
Ecstatic for recording memorabilia
For such experiences occur only once
Given the opportunity to successfully grow
Home redefines as “elsewhere besides the abode”
Ill from separation
Joy still remains in the love connection
Kept in touch through messages of endearment
Life becomes more heartwarming
Mothers nurture endless dreams

*Since Mother's day is nearby, this poem is for all of the caring and devoted mothers out there!:) 

Copyright © Michael Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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weakness in his strength


Weakness in his strength
Born by hatred and raised by anger
He felt like his life was hangin on a hanger
Poor little one,
People loved his dad, but to him he was dead
His dad’s name, in his senses
Covered by memories
And surrounded by sadness
He said he had seen the worst
But he is not the first
He had failure as his big brother
Hatred kept near them as their mother
He thanked God for every breath
But could not find the weakness in his strength

The weakness in his strength
Poor little one, with his
Weakness in his strength

Lights looked bright to others but to him
They looked deem
Funeral for his mother…
Dead and gone was Mrs. Hatred
That’s the moment he forgot about hate and
Decided to move in with dad,
Living Mr. Anger alone which left him mad
Success, a beautiful lady his dad 
Started dating last weak
She was introduced to him
But still felt weak
Education, who she met at school and changed his life
Who she later made his wife
Had to hire a babysitter by the name of health
After having a baby who they named wealth.

The weakness in his strength
Weakness in his strength 
Started facing death.
                                                                                                           Written by,

Copyright © ino29 music | Year Posted 2012

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To My Mentor: On his day

Come is this day
November the tenth of 
every year
When Kehinde 
remembers joinin the 
Of this world so full of 
things fearful and dear.

Going down memory lane
One remembers that he 
To those around who 
laughed at his eforts so 
And they welcomed him 
with hands tested and 

Now when he 
remembers dat day
He is always happy and 
Cos the sadness of 
yesteryears are gone
Exactly like the bullets 
from a gun.

As you celebrate your 
day this year
I wish you a day as 
white as snow
Which is as sweet as 
honey and soft as pear
And also free from 
stress and sorrow.

The years you have 
Will be full of joy and 
That tail you will not be 
but always the head
And finally you get 
every want in excess.

Granted are all these 
by God Almighty
Who is capable of 
things low and mighty!

Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012

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unthinkable world


The unthinkable world
They say you rip what you saw
Does that explain why we are products of war?
They say history builds the future
Is that why we ignore our culture?
Years in school plus years searching for a job
Equals years of death
An equation you were not taught in math
Why do some people work hard.
And earn small?
Think that explains why some buildings fall.
Unthinkable world
Be strong young boys and girls
Be strong as you tell everyone 
That you are not just a star
Which only shines at night?
Tell’em u are bigger than the sky
And that u don’t rule u lead u are the master
Boys be ready to face the unthinkable world
Make sure that everybody takes your inspiring words
Girls be ready to face the unthinkable world
Don’t let young boys lie to u with fake
Diamonds and pearls
With the unthinkable world.

Copyright © ino29 music | Year Posted 2012

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"Am proud of you baby!"
At my best moments
and lowest point
outstanding or just okey
mama always tell me am the best.
Often she reminds me the mountains
i have moved
the much i have achieved
how bright my star shines
how far am yet to travel....
"You are amazing my child!"
With immense joy and gratitude
i have come to realize
to mama i am never inadequate.
Each day she teach me  
being a mother is not just a role
or obligation.
It is a full time duty and dedication
a calling  
a resolution
a pledge of guardian,guidance  
An intimate function of care and solace
A lifetime commitment!
"Am here for you baby!"
My prayer to Allah
to grant me the same strength
to be as much to my unborn daughter Mia
as my Irish Godmother is to me.
         A Mother
         A friend
         A woman
         A role model
         An inspiration
         And human enough...!!!
"You are the blessing in my life!"
"I love you my daughter!"
I love you too much too Mum,so much, i don't know who i would be without you!!!

Copyright © PENINNAH NGANGA | Year Posted 2014

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I feel young
But I am not young
I feel old
But Iam not old
I am on the way of living
Enjoying  the  life style
Its Rhythm,passion & technology
I prefer the new
Respect the old
But don”t belong to either
I want to become a new old style
A style of happiness , a blend of beauty
No boredom , no restrictions-
I care health living and laughing.
Be smart
Be tension free
Am I young?
                       Beena Sudheer(GHSS Veliyancode HSST-Political science)
                    Pin 679563

Copyright © Beena Sudheer | Year Posted 2015

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Push Up

i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you

just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Never in a million years

Never in a million years would i have thought 
this to be,
my bestfriend, companion, and so special
to me.
if i wouldnt have opened my eyes,
she could have just passed by and walked right 
outta my life.
but in Gods weird since of loving humor way,
today he brought Brittany Back to stay,
a life from my past that i had lost,
never knowing what would be Gods cost.
Now i sit hear always waiting to see,
her simple smile brighten up for me.
The friendship, hugs, smiles and the tug at my heart,
now i know it was just the start.
I may not always be the best,
but yet she still chooses me above all the rest.
all i ask is please let this be I love you Brittany,
and God please bring her home to Me...

By:Devin Frost

Copyright © Devin frost | Year Posted 2013

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She's a sunshine ?? lighting up the world ??
Like rainfall ?? she washes off the dirt  in flood
She conquers her territory, yet with No sword 
If you don't believe me, you need listen to her word

I know your rage ?? makes me shiver ?? to the spines
And sometimes it feels like I'm shoved ?? in pines
But a moment of your happiness intoxicates me like  fermented wine??

Many times I act stupid and cross my bounds
I've done this many times and I've lost counts
Trust you, you waste no time to hit me with heavy pounds
Still if there's anything I dont wanna lose, it is our bonds ??
My beautiful and sweet one

Smile for me just once
And I'll be happy till dusk
Seeing you happy ????alwaz for me is a must
I promise I'll make you happy from dawn to dusk
And I'll remove from our path every husk
Trust me every snitch will soon go into hush ??
Just to prove my feeling no be "wash" ??????


Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2017

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MY mothers white saree

The cupboard contained white garments,
Pure white sarees with brightness
No colours to dim its brightness
Wondered and worried why always in white sarees
Humble mom, simple mom, educated mom,
Became tragic heroine in her life span
Gave birth to four kids; grew widow at an early age
Felt frustrated, seeing in white saris
All the dreams swept away, as it was fate
Could not fight against destiny
Darkness became a nightmare
Tears were absorbed by pillows
It dried my mom’s energy
Physically, mentally and spiritually 
Aspirations changed the fate
Getting rid of black holes
A way to meaningful life
Survived all these and nurtured, looked after,
Cared, loved& led the young kids
I am proud of my mom’s white saris
The purity mom charity mom always in white sarees
Aged 85 still in white sarees
Symbol of peace &sweet memories for my dad
God’s grace mom’s presence is a blessing like a heaven

I am proud of my mom’s white saris, the  great mom world ever seen.
Care &love parents, and uproot the old age home.

Copyright © Beena Sudheer | Year Posted 2015

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A New Life

With birth is a new beginning, 
A destination to a new journey ahead 
From a child grown into maturity 
With youth to age 
From innocent to awareness 
And ignorance to just knowing, 
Perhaps to wisdom 
From the weakness to the strength 
Health to sickness 
We pray to good health again 
A path each of us follow 
With dreams of success in our lives 
To being happy with bliss and love our selfs 
And one another 
We could have a life filled with loves joy 
To treasure always forever 
A new life miracle is born into that 
First new life of natures blessings 
Never take anything for granted 
For this new life is a gift from the heavens 
To always cherish forever and each is unique 

By Brian otoole

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Sierra Leone - A long way gone book by Ishmael Baeh

South province where Mattru jong is located!
Intriguing issues as a young boy!
Escaped from drugs and the war!
Rebels – They don’t agree with the government and think    everyone is the enemy!
Ready to start over!
A lhaji close friend of Ishmael!
Lonely waking around by himself at the age of 12!
Evaluated but never understood!
One world with terrible memories!

Never being able to let go of  memories! 

Elated  at being with his uncle!

Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013

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Being True To Yourself

Be who you are, 
Be fun and unique, 
Don't feel you have to cheat, 
Being true to yourself, 
Is all it should be, 
A smile on your face, 
A big heart you have, 
As long as you believe, 
Being true to yourself, 
Again is all you have, 
In the end, 
Nobody else matters, 
Being true to yourself, 
Is a notch on your belt, 
Something to help climb up the ladder, 
Be true to yourself, 
Believe and hope, 
Nobody can do it better, 
But you, 
Just continue to stay true....

Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2017

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Gone Too Soon

A precious gift tender and rare that is now in “Gods” loving care,
With a heart of gold that was gentle and kind to all he knew
A gentle soul who cared that has gone too soon 
For his body may be gone
But he remains in our hearts and soul For there he shall remain as time passes on 
Remember the times that were once shared and his dreams shall live on Through the memories that were made The people he encountered the friends he made
And the loving family he lives behind
May his soul rest easy as he opens 
A new door as he is greeted by those whom have past
As he is embraced by love once more
Although it sadden my heart to see him go
Perhaps “God needed him more
We may never understand why he had to go 
But I’ll always keep those memories that we made
And good times we shared therefore 
He’ll never be far as his spirit lives on 
For his presence shall always be there deep within my heart

Copyright © Janice Casler | Year Posted 2015

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Women- The Road Familiar

Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,

The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.

She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,

My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in my life.


Kindergarten, the start of knowledge in life,

Where Mini, Lakshmy, Susan, Shoba and Meera,

Still shines as star's in my day- to-day life,

Keeping those  memories and blooming together.


School days, are times that stays vivid in mind,

Friends that evoked passions  of love still impress,

Susan Bindu, Jaya, Brinda, and Manju remained firm,

Even when life made new meanings,connections endured.


College saw, mixed platter, though women who stayed in unit

More in day- to-day life in Bindu, Geeta, Asha, Raji and Vinith,

Patterns of Lost love, admiration's, hero worship,list stands long,

However, for me it was a distressing lullaby of hearts .


Life showed me, women stand strong above all

As I carry endless power of strength, mind and heart,

when I  finds myself and knows where I remain in life!

So I  stand tall and represent myself as women.


Love never lost its footprints along the line,

I am a woman in Love,being loved  and cherished

I knows deep in my heart  that i  am contend,

Hearts grew deep in love, known love  and in Love.


I knew it right from the start, a moms heart

Holding my finger tight, I cradle you in my arms

Your smile and showed all your charms.

Heavens showered me the "Mom', role in prologue.

Copyright © Sapna Anu B. George | Year Posted 2013

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LOVE is Cosmic cause it spells with four Letters individually
L meaning longevity for
O meaning Obtusely with
V meaning Virtuosity behind
E meaning Expression
When others give LOVE a different impression 
Its force could either lead or leave you into depression,
Perhaps using it correctly will fulfill you with an erection 
Or leave the ****** to stain an imprint,
The power behind LOVE created is infinite 
Once you believe in love it will show its magnificence,
Perhaps to know LOVE is undiscovered, 
Cause they're many whom live covered 
With a LOVE to hate,
But to teach you what LOVE is can be a huge mistake,
You should learn what it is through faith,
While your fate leans toward a truthful obligation,
Or having LOVE is our mental masturbation,
Because to determine LOVE should be measured through signs,
Using only four words to spell out to mean LOVE last for a very long time.

Copyright © Kamal Al-Adil | Year Posted 2012

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Life is Complicated

I claim the sensation,
of total relaxation,
with such amount of patients,
of letting go.

I would relate,
an regenerate,
an communicate,
an dedicate,
in the laws of living.

The world of insanity,
the world of the greedy,
don't complain,
just drain the all out expense
an bring out your common sense.
When there is violence, there is peace,
and where there is failure,
there is dedication an glory.

The strong feeds on the weak,
yet the weak would become the strong,
life is living even if it's complicated,
power is not immortal,
it's like us humans,
it's all limited,
when that sense of greed push us back to the wall,
that is when we have our wake up call.

Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014

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What did you do in the army daddy?
Did you fight in a war?
I’ve only seen a few pictures daddy,
please tell me some more.

I wore a scarlet tunic son,
and a bearskin with plume of white.
I guarded our Queen in London son,
I made sure she slept safe at night.

But did I fight in a war son?
Politicians they’ll tell you no.
But let me tell you the facts son,
the truth, as it was, just so.

I was sent to a beautiful country son,
that’s known as the Emerald Isle.
To the south of the north we young men went,
to a place so choked full of bile.

I walked the streets with a rifle son,
the enemy hiding from view,
behind hedgerows, in vans, those cowards hid,
their mission, our lives to undo.

They wouldn’t come out in the light lad,
they’d only fire from the dark.
Too timid to stand toe to toe son,
they’d fire when we walked in their arc.

But how do you define a war son?
Is it bullets and bombs and death?
Friends dying from enemy ambush son?
If it is, then my answer is yes.

Yes I fought in a war my boy.
Though my government denies it all.
They said we just had some troubles son,
behind a split Irish wall.

But didn’t they give you a medal daddy?
I know this, because I have seen.
All shiny and silver, the Queen’s on it,
with a ribbon of purple and green.

They did and it means the world son,
of a time that I fought alongside real men.
It recalls those honest true friendships son.
the likes that I’ve ne’er found again.

It reminds of those scum in the shadows son,
who now play a part in the light.
Elected to offices of power, yet
they’ve never atoned or done right.

It hurts when I think of those brave boys we lost,
to see such MP’s standing tall.
But for me they’ll never be men my boy,
no values or morals at all.

So yes I fought in a war son,
no matter what governments say.
I’d love them to pick up a rifle my lad,
and be troubled, for just one day.

Copyright © Robin Cain | Year Posted 2015

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ABC of Poetry

 ABC of Poetry 

A is for Abcedarian which is what is this poem’s aim 
B is for  Blank Verse which is metered rhyme with scheme

C is for Chant Royal with six stanzas, same refrain
D is for Doidotsu  a funny folk song from Japan
E is for Ekphrasis concerning Objects 'D Art
F is for Free Verse, flowing directly from the heart

G is for Ghazal. telling of love’s beauty, despite pain
H is for Heroic Couplets, tales imparted by rhymes and iambs 

I is for Idyll, depicting a peaceful scene
J is for Just a blank page, this form is not yet seen

K is for Kwansaba. adhering strictly to number seven
L is for Lyric, to express our thoughts and feelings

M is for Monorhyme, a story with just one rhyme
N is for Narrative, when a story takes a long time

O is for Ode, a poeme, serious and meditative
P is for Personification, when inanimate things show feeling

Q is for Questionku that of course ends with a question
R is for Romanticism where love is very personal

S is for Sapphic Stanzas where syllables ebb and flow
T is for a Tanka, a rather elongated Haiku

U is for Undulating, words to rhyme and then to verse
V is for Villanelle,  that repeats a refrain for emphasis

W is for Writers Affirmation when our Muse has disappeared
X is for the X rated not a form, and not found here
Y is for Yodel......   that's  a form that is usually sung
Z is for ZaniLa Rhyme  flowing  smoothly on the tongue.

So many things to remember to create our poems and rhymes
We celebrate our muses over centuries of time.

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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The elucidation of my meaning
Is something no one understands
My life has shown me everything
My destiny has passed through things I do reprimand
But there is a part who doesn't believe in destiny or prophecies.  
Its just my hard work which I trust and believe 
A shrouded weapon, my heart
Even encrusts its powers
Impotent to wipe off the blood
I have so much to say, I seek for one more day
Before I die.
A king of this domain, make it gallant not faint
I am notable , I am worthy
Just letting it work, it will be hefty and sturdy
It needs herculean effort and audacity
I’ll do my best and reveal  me and my intrepidity.

Copyright © Raarya Kuanr | Year Posted 2015

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thank u mamma

I thought I could do it,
 an all nighter 
 pouring my heart out
 throughout the night 
 on dis here lonely page,
 my eyes got heavy 
 I fall asleep writing u 
 this here ..
 made up words of mesh
 I hope u can see clearly 
 through this mess..
 its may not be perfect
 but its filled with 
 lifes lessons an many love stories
 pain will be through the whole thing.
 its all true, its everything I've seen, an done
and then some... 
 I hope you'll. Like what u read
special thanks to 
 my mom pushed me to write 
 this whole thing....

Copyright © CHELSEY MOORE | Year Posted 2015