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My Handicap Beach

My Handicap Beach

As I lay here and look out the window from our hotel at the absolutely amazing view..
It makes me wonder how something so simple creates such beauty and always seems so new..
I feel sadness for those who pass by every day and don’t think another thought about..
The beauty that surrounds them from the beach and the water with the waves washing in and out..
The lighthouse that stands unintentionally stoic and tall and lights the way for those out at sea..
And the sand that finally runs across my toes which has been a dream for so long for me…
This was only possible with the help of a loving person who got me where I needed to go…
And to whom I really hope does realize how much they have helped me in many ways to grow..
And there are always a few people that have to make a spectacle of a girl in a wheelchair..
As they walk by me and say things in a whisper as if they think I can’t hear along with a stare here and there..
If they only knew that It was one of the best days of my life and that I am feeling so relaxed and at ease..
I will take all of their comments and let them go over my head along with the beautiful breeze..
Because this morning I may have been the disabled girl on the beach which was a wonderful thing to me..
And until you learn to see the view from down in a wheelchair every day I don’t care what you think you see...
Because today my view was from the warm sand on a beach towel that was laid down just for me and was the best..
Day I have had in so long because I was no longer that poor gilt in the wheelchair and felt almost like all of the rest..
Of beach goers and comers to the new jersey shore in Atlantic City and right on the pier that is very well known..
For gambling and partying but for me it was just to feel the sand on my toes and feel like I was not handicapped if even for a few moments alone..
Coming home with my stuff in disarray the way it always is along with a few souvenirs because they are from my very first trip away from home..
I loved it so much and want to thank those who took me long on a short but awesome vacation to start me going more which I really hope..
Because it’s nice sometimes to go to places that make you feel different than the usual girl in the wheelchair always needing help from what I call in my head my proverbial rope..
Buffy Sammons

Copyright © Buffy Sammons | Year Posted 2015

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Crystallized tears

Crystallized tears
When time, marched by the flame of a candle
The fear, from the swords and peak of the temple
When the virgin liberty was in a dungeon
Tyranny was and is still for souls to be sunken
New belief,  a hope, lifts inquests and conflicts
Empires, built on bones, and by others eclipses
The game of kings, the war, ascendancy and gain
With their seers, they conquest more and again
The crystallized tears, marked the face of the earth
From timeless injustice and the avarice's mirth
Thence, the cannon, from the crust was born
And the flesh of man, continues to be torn
The war and coins are the trade of their life
Thence, greed and death for the elite, shall thrive
The fabrics of history, was sown by them and then
The keys of the globe, were in chains and so was the pen 
The hope, was an orphan and lived with ghosts
The rise of freedom, was seen far and from every coast
Thence, tyranny turned the fear,  from sword  to fear by law
So the the elite can keep their  liberty by code and claw
The ocean in quest, to the harbor, was by his waves
To wash the marks on land printed by the feet of the slaves
Freedom, he said, is the breath of the soul, to be blessed
Since dawn, it tantalized earth and man to have rest
Those souls, as yet, fighting the chains and webs
Until eternity, by the elite, they will remain oppressed

Dr.Mohammed F A Alrazak

Copyright © Dr.Mohammed Alrazak | Year Posted 2016

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The College

The knowledge…from ‘The College’…
Is any other high school greater…maybe later…?
From a tender age…what is the stage…?
The motto…never yield…but be brave…
For five years…no fears…some stares…many cheers…
The academics…the challenge of schools…
The athletics…the lane makes the pool…
The football…makes it to the hall…
Of fame…to dominate the game…no shame…
The teachings of life…the overcoming of strife…
The offerings…the differing…
The camaraderie…the rivalry…
The victories…what a history…?
From whence we came…we cherish the name…
Boys only…never a lonely…
The journey to school…the learning; our tool…
The subjects we take…the times we awake…
The visits to the library…we never get weary…?
The varied of our surroundings…the range of our moldings…
Branded as downtown….never to frown…
Few without shoes…never to lose…
The focus…like most of us…
To be leaders…role models…
To be life changers…confronting dangers…
Embracing of strangers….being re-arrangers…
As the journey unfolds…some stories told…
Many have stated…the times have been dated… 
The meaning of ties…the words to the wise…
The creation of a bond…which blended beyond…
The school-term years…the classroom chairs…
The running up stairs…the books of theirs…
The memories of an institution…the carvings of a tradition…
The initiation of a plan…the creating of a man…
Look back…take stack…
It’s not an assumption…neither an assertion…
‘The College’…is it the greatness of foundation…?

Copyright © Michael Robertson | Year Posted 2016

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AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

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A Glimpse In A Life

A Glimpse In A Life
By James Hackett Jr

Grasping Sand
The harder i try to reach you, the gap seems to expand.
Its like grasping at sand the harder I squeeze the more slips through.
I do not know if its the difference in times journey that made me a different man.
Or the course of your life that wants to push me to another plan.
I know loves there but it feels like there has never been a visible stance.
I wish I could know what you know just a quick glance.
A memory of us that makes you smile but thats for you.
Just know I have plenty and its the reason I can still stand.
That is why I will never ask to you change because I know I am just grasping at sand.

The Demons I Hide
We all have demons, 
We all have lied,
Its those of us that hide for pride or shame,
That push on others when we are to blame.
I am that man it be wrong to say,
to cast a stone any other way.
Still the question remains,
with out these demons called pain,
Could you appreciate the cool breeze before a midnight rain?
Would love feel so sweet if never burned by its flame?
Don't hide from your demons embrace them.
Walk through the dark and do not faulter.
Pray if you need but know the light of forgiveness is your alter.

Your Eyes
The first time we met we were kids faulty and arragant.
Maybe me more than you cause I never knew love.
That kind of love that hits deep and fast like meteor when something crosses its path.
It wasn't your beauty 
It wasnt your smile
I got lost in your eyes
Like an emerald maze of denile
I knew then what I wanted but felt in my heart I was not your aisle.
So we grew up and grew apart but never forgot my desire 
to look into to those green eyes of fire
and tell you I love you and it will never extinguish or expire.

A Walk With Death
I never thought so early so young.
I would sit across from you and talk about the things I had done.
I didnt fear you but felt your icey embrace as you took color from my face.
I figured we would just leave and that would be the end of my race.
My dreams my amitions gone without a trace.
Instead you warned me of those who had arranged are date.
Then took me on a stroll through time and through space.
I saw those I left behind and the things they would never hear me say.
Abruptly you asked me is this really how you want to leave in place.
Then I shook my head no embarressed and ashamed you smiled and laughed.
Then you understand, know this was never your path.
We all fall and lose are way, some hit harder than others                                                                     
you took it to the lowest summit on the lowest plain
As I wondered if this was the true Death's face.
He said remember this moment and learn to walk away.
A moment of warmth and light in my eyes to look up and see my mother.
I finally Understand why.

Music Is Life
To me music is life.
It binds and shares it connects in ways not seen by any eyes
Its an expression of the soul 
Or an escape to a world where you find peace and control
It heals wounds and grants courage
motivates in face of determint
Music is the wind that calms the body
The pill that relaxes the mind 
It needs no words nor reason to bind
masses of people who would never lend a hand or a dime
come together to celebrate our greatest acheivement
the ability for all creeds to stand together fell it and believe it.

Family isnt bound by blood 
Family is bound by love
Its not shared through drugs
created through kisses and hugs
Family is the ability to love
To stand by a brother
when the things get rough
or lend a shoulder 
when the world is to tough
Family never asks
Because Family already knows
Family will always be there 
when those who claim to to stand toe
leave at the first moment the they think they know
a better oppertunity to find a better tree for their ivy to grow

The Mirror
Looking in the mirror I see the story of my life
The times when I was young fighting for my bike
My first kiss 
My first miss
The first time I thought I was going some where great
And the first time I fought to pick myself up after i failed
Times when I couldnt bear it and wanted it to break
Then found the strength to put it back together                                                                                       
After forgiving the shatered pieces of my long going mistakes
Now the mirror is a reminder of of where Ive been but also where im going
once it was a boy looking back laughing and gloating
now its a man who has traveled along road back to it to see where he is going.

Worst Enemie
I am my worst enemie like most im not special.
The struggle is a daily battle between me and him.
But where some look at it as a burden I look to it as a strength.
He is my rival he helps me grow.
Not all battles are one but prgress still shows.
It took time I wasnt always in control.
I have the scars to prove as a reminder to never forget what I know.
Im caring
He is selfesh
Im sharing
He is relentless
He has strengths that I dont have but he doesnt have restraint.
I have strengths he doesnt have but lack the curage to mantain.
We are one and through time are battles have taught us to trust in in each other.
There has always been struggle in out hearts but that is because in my opinion we fight who we are to be who we want people to see and this is what causes us interturmoil.
Dont lose yourself to the world but lose the battle inside.
We only lose when we stop fighting and I will never stop.

Copyright © James Hackett Jr | Year Posted 2016

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Things go wrong

Love hurts and people change. Things go wrong and things get strange. But life goes on and you only life it once. Be strong cause things will get better over the months. I thought I was heartbroken, I thought you were my world. You fooled me though, made me think I was your only girl. But all along, you didnt care. Im not sure, your were even completely there. But now I've moved on, when I thought it was impossible. I had to be the bigger person in this breakup, I was responsible. I let it get to me, but I didnt let it ruin me completely. I didnt do anything about the hurt you caused me, I acted so sweetly. I let you walk all over me, I tried to ignore how you disrespected me. But when I ended things, the pain was easier to see.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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There is freedom in her beauty.  A confidence that comforts me deep in my soul.  I am in awe.  Purely.  She may as well be flying, I cannot take my eyes from her wings that spread wide as the sky.  Her song is deep and disciplined; at her command.  The places in my gut that ache she shares and makes words where there were none.  It's as if we've known each other before.  Pieces of our souls belong to one another.  So extraordinary but reachable through the humanity in her eyes.  A sadness a deepness that resonates with me.  It is within me.  Sadness within the womb of woman, scars on the heart always leave behind more than ruined tissue.  She gets that.  She gets me.  A superstar, the world cannot take their eyes off her.  She is a flame, the view of the ground from the roof.  Inarguably gorgeous, striking whether in her bare feet or the latest fashion.  Her sexy is audacious, admirably we watch, when it's over we are inspired to be sexier.  With a flip of big hair she becomes demure without parting with her sexiness.  She is what woman is.  So feminine while so in charge.  The stage rumbles underneath her feet.  She smiles into the crowd.   A smile that the millions of dollars of lights behind her cannot compete with. 
A smile that speaks
Saying... there is no place she eos rather be. 
Her love of melody of sing of the release that comes with belting out your feelings becomes my love.   We are strangers but in a heavenly moment we become one. 
Sisters of the soul.   Girlfriends.   Her greatest gift to me is her strength.

Copyright © Zen reed | Year Posted 2015

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His Presence

Your favour and mercy very tender 
Why you give them to me i still wonder
Then i realise its the grace am under
It does all things for me even clears your anger
Which helps me cry Abba-father

Your voice i hear in silence 
Sometimes i doubt with pretence 
Knowing fully well its you
Waiting for what to do

My very thought you read
Providing the things i need
All i ever ask is for you to take the lead
And be my guardian
Or give me a custodian

So as not to be a weed 
Which is uprooted and made a feed
But make me a mammoth 
That people can stay around and build a small hut

Copyright © olaoluwa samuel | Year Posted 2017

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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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I am

I am who I am not because you think I am.
I am who I am because you say I am.
Your words do not define me, it only motivates me to be different.
There was a time your actions would infuriate me,
suddenly my actions is all you see.

I will do what I must than to be a burden,
for people are nice to your face and devious behind curtain.
If I am silent then I have nothing to say,
I've learned well the formula for trouble 
also how to detect when discussions go astray.

I will share with world though some things I hide,
like why am I the Black sheep, Z' Traveler and why I hold them with pride.
My memories are misery it's almost a strain,
My past lets me forget nothing especially the pain.

If I am not too forthcoming then you need a new plan,
for skeptic and distant is definitely my intention.
There are times I think that I am the only one 
but the years made me strong and I say thanks to you,
for it is you who made me who I am.

Copyright © Germaine Thompson | Year Posted 2014

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Kalam- kabhi socha na tha

Logon ko ekjut kar raha tha, kabhi socha na tha.
‘Missile’ udaane chala,
Logon ko ek misaal de raha tha, kabhi socha na tha.
Daudta chala, girta chala, sambhalta chala, phir udta chala.
Akela chala jaa raha tha,
Karodon log mere saath chalne lagenge, kabhi socha na tha.
Main bas kuch lafz bol raha tha,
Log use kuraan maan baithenge, kabhi socha na tha.
Aankhen band kar aakhri saansein gin raha tha,
Kuch ummeed bhari aankho ko aansuon se bhar chala jaa raha tha, kabhi socha na tha, kabhi socha na tha.

- Srujana Satyavada

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Copyright © Srujana Satyavada | Year Posted 2015

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Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day

Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 


Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Respect The Roots

I’m thankful for slaves who never could understand, “Why do I work for people and get less than the bare minimum wage?”
Why do I go through the pain and suffering if there’s no gain for my family or me? My greats never were a boss and rarely knew who their family was so why live this life if it wasn’t free to be?
My roots nurtured the seeds who helped create opportunities; if we as the people could see how they lived maybe we would be stronger minded people rather than living like we have no sense
We are a culture that is talented in so many ways but we want to be the target of a negative headline news story. 
We already seen shackles on our feet, slavery, segregation, and racism against our peace, so why do we still act as if we can’t change the way people perceive us to be
We are not going to blame it on our past because they gave us freedom to see so why can’t we exploit this and live the true meaning of the land of the free
Disregard the negative news and set yourself apart change the way you act so others can see a fresh start
If we started from the bottom now where here isn’t that living proof we can do anything besides spend money on material things but invest in the future or non-profits to help others to build something and have a heart
We can’t just stay a struggle we have to be humble take over the government and make change not think we high class and go to jail for spending money or getting caught up for the wrong things
 Set a strong example for these homeless, gangs, prostitutes, and dealers because they are suffering and have only 2 choices that put us on the news headline story in jail or death coming soon
 As we lift up those who make a change on the streets or on Capitol Hill we are happy these people are creating an Underground Railroad to victory without suffering and hopefully this stand is coming to all my people to
 We got to take charge in numbers instead of sit back all for nothing
 If you better yourself from how others use to see you maybe you can see the roots that can help make the change for you as others grow in this thing called a root lifting cycle. Respect the roots.

Copyright © Brandon Browne | Year Posted 2014

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Standup Blackman

Standup my Black Brother and walk that extra mile, because we now have a reason to stand tall and walk proud. Continue to Live, and dream the dream that you’ve hoped for, because in due time that dream would have become a reality. Knowing that within the debts of your hearts you’ve maintained your spirituality.
Believing in the one that has formed you without blemish , who has loved, cherished, and created you in his own image.
For Generations we have been brutally beaten, and treated as out casts.
And even as in today’s time we're still repeating the past.
No matter how hard that road is to travel, nor how rough that storm gets.
Our gloriously victory will arise, and just over the mountain-top I can see the sunshine.
Once again standing in the awe of harmony, singing and praising the sweet hyms of victory. Knowing that the battle was well worth the fight, and to all who have endured from the time of our grandparents continue to let that light shine so bright.
Stand Strong Blackman and recapture your character!
Proclaim the gift that was instilled in you and re-master
Continue to strive for nothing less other than profection, and you will have accomplished a great deal and gained true satisfaction.
And then you will have known that you’ve been put through a great test,
Knowing truly within your heart and soul; you have done your very best.

By William T, Murphy

Copyright © William Murphy | Year Posted 2013

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Today I talk to You with sympathy...
For I have found I love You in an epiphany!
Today;One Day At A Time,I find...
The People of Passion are kind.
I pity the ill,sick,and suffering in despair.
I pity the hurt in pain as I care..
For Today love flourishes deep with-in Me.
God resides quietly and peacefully as I see;
         The Sympathy and The Pity:
                The Heart,
                     The Buildings,
                                 The Home,
                                           and The City...
Unconditionally We love and We sit firmly...
Unconditionally We walk above it lit;yet composed.
                Unconditionally We forgive
For forgiveness is A Prayer in Serenity that We cherish in Our Lives
        Today I hope! I listen! I accept! I speak!:
        Love all things without rations...
For Today I Have redeemed COMPASSION'S!

                                                             By Charlene L. Wilcox

Copyright © Charlene Wilcox | Year Posted 2014

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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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Rain For Tears

Thank you for crying for me today

My tears are sometimes an expression 
of the powerlessness I feel

Through my tears I release my sadness, my fears
and find answers

I am all thought out
Too tired to cry the hard tears
or softly weep myself to sleep
so thank you for crying for me today

You pound hard into the earth 
As though mixing an antidote of gladness 
to overcome my sadness 

I hear you tapping rhythmically and methodically against my windowpane 
message in code "Don't worry", "Don't worry"  you say

You rain softly as my sadness and fears fade
And I begin to find new meaning

Copyright © Janine Robinson | Year Posted 2014

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Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
Who knows?
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.

Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2013

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your kindness

yes i am here
you know me very well
i am an orphan
you have recited so many verses about me
still many many of you are reciting
there is a promise of jennah from Allah SAW

no need of a lengthy explanation
of my situation
who HE the creator already said about this creation
just a very little portion of your wealth
will save me here
and you in hear-after.

shukran : Ashiq

Copyright © ashiq alam | Year Posted 2015

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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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Lord will I ever win

The clouds are rolling in. 
As I think about my skin. 
Because I sin.
Will I ever win?
As my head spin.
I think about my twin.
It felt like a jab in the chin.
Will I ever win?
I'm in a closed pin.
Thinking of my sin.
Because I don't like men. 
Will I ever win? 
Because I'm gay.
Everyday I have a price to pay.
When I pray my clouds are gray.
But sin is sin. 
Screaming lord make me over again.
Looking through this mask.
A blast from the past.
Then I ask WHO'S CHOICE.
As my palms begin to get moist. 
Because I never played with girl toys. 
And always chose to run with the boys.
I'm crying tears of joy, but there is no noise.
My spirit has been destroyed, nobody wants to employ. 
I'm 19 with no babies, tierd of living my life off maybes.
My reflection in the mirror is now clearer.
But the smiles still bitter; to them I'm just a sinner.
But one day my goal is to be a winner. 
Until you know where a person been, never judge a person by their sin.
Lord will I ever win?

Copyright © Derrona Watts | Year Posted 2015

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Poverty or Prosperity

Is there such thing as poverty, is there such thing as prosperity?
That is a question each much answer for themselves.
Is there such thing as darkness, is there such thing as light?
That is a question you can see for your self.
Poverty is where too much is in the wrong hands, not willing to share or care.
Darkness is the absent of light, light is where darkness is not.
When I look all around, I see light, I see prosperity.
But some see darkness and some see only poverty.
How can we change this picture for others who do not?
Will you share your light with others, will you share prosperity to? 
Poverty, prosperity, darkness, and light; which one do you see?
Will you share prosperity and light with others, or do I have to do it along?
We are not on our own, we are not along, God has made it possible for us all.
Spiritually, mentally, physically, financially, we are not along.
There is a warehouse of blessing, waiting to be issued out, with a shout, it can be done.
There is no such thing as poverty, prosperity is only hidden behind the dark.
Let us together, open our hands, and where there seem to be poverty, prosperity will come.
Where it seem to be darkness, light will come.
Let us open our hands together and it will be done.

Copyright © Julius Lawrence | Year Posted 2014

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We Keep on Singing Hallelujah

Across the borders, might be big or small
Bright Galions, ready to destroy with big cannons 
Colonizing every country they go
Dead bodies and blood to the seas they flow 
Every Filipino stand your ground 
For God is with us, in our hearts He's found
God is with us, God is in me  

Hallelujah, We keep on singing 
Hallelujah, We might die today 
Hallelujah, Give us strength we pray  

In the end the battle is over 
Justice for our Country lovers 
Killings and Words to ponder 
Love of God, In his arms we're under    

My Dual entry. 
ABC Poem of Love
 (Love of Country, HAHAHAH!!!)
 Poems about Nationality  


Copyright © Nato Calubiran | Year Posted 2013

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the drive

I drive the hill trying not to spill. But yet I still prove I’m for real. As rain begins to fall making the road a slip and slide. As I come to see the ones who came to bleed.  As the drove   so stupidly and crazy. As I come realizing the way of driving is. As it can be so very extrodernairy as the other peeps are watching my driving also congratulating me do to my learning also my skilled my driving.   But I just come to say   my opinion it’s (just skill) to me as I perform it’s coming out to be as a play. With every turn you come to sway around. As people’s thoughts begin to sprout out as they begin hearing that screeching. Of the tires burning. Down on top of the paved asphalt 
I get a grand old high flowing on the paved streets coming to b seen and moving at sex speed as the woman still stand screaming  (I want u baby) but as they watch me begin my drifting and presenting all my skill but as I round the last couple corners   making the crowd really fall for u but as the line comes to arrive crowds thought come to be false and as I cross the finish line blowing the crowds mind   to see me come blasting past so damn fast as I skid turning in the dead grass of the end I get out screaming do to my winning  and earnings

Copyright © Edward Guerrero | Year Posted 2015

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My love

        My love, is you 
       My love is pure of heart
     And with my love I give you my all
    With my love I won't shed tear to the cloud 
My love is everlasting can't you understand me
My love is like some roaring ocean just to have you near
  And with loves grace I abide by you
  My love will go on as long as you will stay
With the stars that shine for us as long as you'll accept
                   My love

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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What lies beneath 
The flooding drains
A spiders web
Spawned of rustic chains
If you ask me how I am 
I'll reply that I'm ok
Hiding behind this mask
As I resume to face this day
Then theres the sights
A synonym of what I cannot find in you
But I have found
Sometimes hunger is the only kind of food
Have I lost my Faith?
Its something that I could never see
Then theres your eyes
Still falling away from me
But if I was a better man
Would your rivers run deep into outer space
While all along your insisting
That we are both two worlds away 
Behold this longer list of denials
And uncertain hope
Reflecting fears of affection
And you still keep your eyes closed 
Then by my own admissions
My heart has grown from cold to colder
And by my own submissions
Losing your love has bled me sober

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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An Angel in Danger

Life's gifts is of all the good and 
the bad 
Never knowing what may arise 
An angel is everlasting hope we 
long to have and to hold 
We have watched you through 
just like a hawk 
We will never give up on you 
we know you are strong 
Who the angels will pull you 
through somehow 
Where there is a will there's a 
And with god looking over us 
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of 
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that 
steady burns yull be ok 
As a fighter like Athena (a 
warriors guide)you will grow 
Even now we see your alot 
Must be these guardians of 
heaven looking over you 
Feeling good with this is all you 
may need 
This danger none should live 
But as long as there is Angels 
up above its all you will ever 
need to pull through 
A tragic time. 
- by Brian O'Toole 
Caregiver of a cancer patient 
and friend 

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Carpe Diem

we are players, the world our stage 
carpe diem is our one line
like singing birds trapped in a cage 
watching clocks and counting time 
one day the cage door will open wide 
to spred our wings and fly away 
to find a breeze which we might ride 
or wait until another day
should i be tempted to leave this place 
of bars and perch i sit and weep 
or float away with unseen grace
and find a nest somewhere and sleep
we are players, the world our stage
carpe diem is our one line 
lets all break free of this worlds rage 
and begin a better, more loving time.
By S.J.Nixon

Copyright © simon nixon | Year Posted 2015

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                   visualizing our life as new beginning everyday,
                   cause every sunrise bring a new ray of hope
                   and let me keep thinking of
                   turning everything possible
                   making us a dreamer of my own world 
                   grooming us to become thinker for the tomorrow 
                   overall turning us into a believer 
                   that we can make up of everything we dream of
                   life is tough sometimes knocking us down as hell,
                   but learning to rise up again makes us wise 
                   punching and pinning down all obstacles
                   come on, all the dreamers to break the hurdles
                   and let us dream for all others too
                   cause we are born to make the change
                   we are born to make the differences
                   we are born to be givers 

Copyright © Tashi Lhamo | Year Posted 2016

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Go For It..

You stand and wait-You sit and dream-
What is your fate, your destiny
If the future doesn't come toward you, 
you have to go and fetch it.
If all you want seems far away 
you have to run and catch it.

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013