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Details | Free verse |

Jesus was Turkish

A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Of kindness
He said
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted his kindness
His wisdom
His love of all tribes
Animal and man, felt the kindness of his eyes

His tears grew this world
His voice made all of us listen
He made fisherman, philosophers
He made masons run free
He sang to ladies of the night
With the wine from wells of passion
Caliphs and Abu Nuwas soon followed

Love belongs to no one tribe
No sect or religion
It’s the flower that seed's travels the globe
Like feathers floating in the wind

When you see a child with no food
A woman with no smile
A man with no home

You make a balloon or funny face
You grow a rose
You build a hut

Trust in the kindness underneath
It will kiss you on your death bed
You shall rise to the heavens

You loved the universe

Notes: This is one poem that for sure can be peeled like an onion. First of all, I am working on a poem based on historical fact, and documents from the Vatican, that will serve no other purpose than to tell an age old story. Yes part of it takes place in current day Turkey.

Second, I have a friend who resides in Turkey, and we met over the internet, and over the years, have become friends. I know him to be kind, to all people and animals. We are simply friends that have shared stories, laughter, and hardships at times. Whether someone  lives next door or half way around the world, true friendship and honor is hard to find. You can not give it or receive it. You can only both earn it over time.

No man is perfect, we are what we are, but when you see a world in turmoil, as we do these days, maybe this small event or moment carries weight. I myself am not so nice. So then I must say this, My friend Volkan is, not to me, but to countless people. A smile and kindness costs nothing, and the world needs more of this richness. 

Everyone these days talks of how technology is ripping apart society and this may well be true, but this is a choice we all make, technology is merely a tool. One can also use it to build bridges and friendships. 

Normally I would be shy to give such praise, however events have taught me that, its better to speak good words than be silent.

Thank you, for helping building a better world!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |


Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars

10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haibun |

The Farmer

Raised on a farm in the South, Father ended up farming most of his life. He loved the land, the growing things, and the animals. He went off to work early in the morning whistling and singing. We kids would tag along to work in the fields and secretly hope for early thunderstorms.

early morning stars
wet dew
the sound of roosters

When he was about to retire, he could no longer make a living as a farmer. Elderly, he had trouble finding work in the rural area of the South where he lived. The only job he could find was working for a chicken processing plant. They had thousands of chickens crammed in cages and behind wire fences awaiting slaughter.

They gave him a job using a heating iron to burn off part of the chickens’ beaks, so the they would not damage each other through pecking.

He lasted a week
Making pets of them all
started smoking again

(Published Haibun Today - 2008)

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

A Sign of Winter Years

All these years a hook of the leash tail thumping against the floor a splash of happiness out the door-- But the morning's heart is dashed watching him sleep when I leave
____________________________________________ 5/20/15 Submitted for Nette's Contest: "Septet II" By Carrie Richards

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |

Elegy for a Duchess

Who would believe your slim elegant body would win my affection, 
when you gracelessly step on toes? Your soft doe skin of cream 

spotted brown, floppy ears I threaten to turn into gloves as a joke.
Through many chain jangle calls for walks where you race and lunge 

and bark fighting for the right to be with me, how could I turn you away?
When you almost die I am ready to give you away to death, hating the sick 

green puke, you become skinnier despite the surgery until finally
one simple shot brings you back to us alive, slurping our hands and faces. 

Busy days of science and humanities and government tucked up in a chair, 
I forgot you, but you begged let me even eat your apple. let me sit in your lap 

but you’re so big now you don’t fit and don't like apple. Chocolate chips cookies, though, a whole batch scarfed from the table and then you wiggle and wag tail,

snarl, your teeth clenched when I offer just one more. We all know who is guilty,
not you, your innocence, your steadfast defense, says it is our family who has forgot. 

Finally, it is too late. You hurt too bad, spine enflamed, barely able to walk
or eat. Tomorrow your last day. I pick up the chain, you race happy to join me

down the row of maples losing their last autumn leaves, where my brother and I lead  you plodding like an old man, stopping to breathe, and I see stars in my eyes, 

saying goodbye. Goodbye to the lady of our family, the Dalmatian Duchess 
who loved us best, walked beside us through our childhood days like a guardian.


Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Abundance of life
Home to extinction

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epic |

Story of Afghanistan

Story of Afghanistan

The barren land of my birthplace
Green at times but screening a rocky face
Known for thousands of years for its warrior race
Let me tell you the truth,
No one really wanted this “space”.

Up until two lions began prying around
Initially, just fooling around
Afterwards, casting off their cannon sound
Resembling the 6th night of an infant’s fête
Building their castles, and so began the burial grounds.

The lions pledged to crush the other
With a master plan
Dividing the blood brothers
Such was the instruction of the queen mother
As the clans clashed and killed one another.
The chiefs were swallowed by the promise of gold
The mullahs were swapped for the hollow soul
The seniors by the fire recounted and foretold
The purpose for the lion’s vehemence
This story definitely in time will unfold.
The old grew timeworn
Waiting for their young ones to return home
The teenagers free born
Screamed out of their mosques’ domes
Come and join us in this struggle
Faced with the crusaders of the Church of Rome,
But little did they know,
No one will return but the maimed men to a funeral home.

The sturdier lion won the combat
But what has become of my Afghanistan
The wolf in a sheep’s disguise
Has spoiled my jade paradise
My heart denies it but I may have bombed my youthful chums,
This is now a global land-dwelling for bums and slums!
The lion wishes to be unveiled this time
So he promises to take the last dime
After all it pays to cooperate in war crimes!
He roars in a deafening cry
I bring Democracy to this land
With loads of cash in one hand
A whip in the back hand--forgetting the long years of perfidy
I now declare and demand
This is the new Promised Land.
 A woman of this realm is exposed with a promise
She is liberated by democracy
Famous on national publications like the story of Pocahontas
She’s affirmed independent and agreed to arise out of the darkness
As the saga is read to the United States Congress
She exhales
And anticipates the lion’s hunger
Waiting for the day when she will be veiled, unveiled, and then veiled again
Not by ordinary men
But by inscription of law.
Thank you for sealing the decree!

Copyright © Roya Zereh | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Too Fast

Everything goes,
Too fast!
The day the rain, man.
So fast!
The velocity  of cheetah
The extinct Velociraptor,
Stay up the trail, but...
Millions of years have passed,
The mountain, the hummingbird; will,
For than....
Always will be the day,
To tell; Goodbye.
Today, Maybe,
But yesterday,
It only remains to wait,
Everything goes fast.
All too speedily.

Copyright © airton parra | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Animal Crackers

Lions, tigers and bears oh my! The sweet taste of childhood melts on my tongue as I reminisce on the days where there were no consequences or worries – only joy. With each crunch, the animals take me back to a time in my childhood. The camel carries me on its back to the great continent of Africa, in a small country on the east side called Eritrea – the place where I was born. The elephant showers me with my parent’s love and adoration just for walking and speaking gibberish. When I fall down, the bear embraces me and swaddles me with care when I start to whimper. Each bite transports me to a new memory. The taste lingers on my tongue like dew. The smell envelopes me in a cocoon filled with light that protects me from the outside world. Too innocent to know that one day, I will emerge. My past life floods all the pores on my skin, like sap from a tree. Dipping each animal cracker into my milk, I drown all my sorrows and relive the past. Kids are running around and playing. Their laughter echoes in my ears as I swallow my childhood down. I take a bunny rabbit and remember how I learned to tie my shoes then I swallow again and the bunny disappears into the hole. The taste doesn’t leave my senses as though it’s trying to pull me back into the past permanently.

Copyright © Veronica Andemariam | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

If I Were an Elephant

“If I Were an Elephant” 

Too many people look past my beauty,
Look too intently at my ivory.
The huntsmen I fear,
Of wildcats I steer clear.
They all want what I am made of,
Not what I am - not my wisdom, my peaceful demeanor.
I stand tall, I stand proud
I am closer to the stars, I admire each passing cloud.
My young I shall teach to be strong,
Though many look at us all wrong.
I am tall, I am proud,
I will not tilt my head, you will not see me bowed.

Copyright © Elaine Kuriger | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

after noon

dreadnaughts split the sky
whorl motions of atmospheres
merse the wicked sun

Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |


Power and authority to rule and
Control the universe in their teste
Drive to conquer the world 
Digging deeper to understand
The ingrediate that coupled 
The world Together by the creator.
The foundation of death and how
Possible to over thrown the enemy.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


The snow is falling and I am so cold 
It might be caused since I am so old
I heard them say I'm  not good for 
much anymore
And that all I do is lie on the floor
If I could talk I could say how much 
I have pain
And when I lie down its hard to get 
up again 
Why did they leave me here in the 
snow and cold 
I've no one now where shall I find 
to go
I'm so tired I must now lie down 
and sleep 
It's very strange I feel warmth 
beginning to creep
It's becoming harder for me to 
But I hear dogs barking where 
can they be
A beautiful dog is now standing 
He said I'm going to a place with 
no pain to bear
That's where the dogs are barking 
is what he said
Not to worry he tells me now I'll have 
a warm bed

Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |


I will not only give legs to my coiling words
I will give them the hitting blow of your weakness
You black pot of sluggish disgrace and shame
The day is coming, coming soon when your
Stupidity shall be made known to the public
You primitive snail of shame and infirmity!
You have dearly poked your rotten fingers into
The bitterness of my spirit man
And I will never allow you dance freely until
I put fire under your anus to burn
Look, you have no legs yet you carry a heavy home
On your back moving. From one place to the other proudly
Oh! Hmmmmmm, what a curse upon you,
When shall you get your freedom proud snail?

Oh foolish tortoise , talk slowly and learn
Your drum is sounding too loud to my ears, gbo!
I understand your words even the one yet in your mouth
When I shall raise my voice, your throat shall be my chorus
You listen! Come out from bubbles to life friend
A black kettle calling pot black
Not in the same world were they made?
First remove that which is your eyes before me
Least thou fall and gnash your teeth.
We are of the same kind, from the same world
Let runners of accusing songs put legs in their words

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Story of turtles

We grew up listening to the famous race 
between the fast moving hare and slow moving turtle
in which the turtle defeated the overconfident hare
why don’t we turn turtle and learn its nature for 
the turtles outlive generations of others species on this planet 
they can protect themselves with sturdy shell shields 
the turtles migrate frequently and travel long distances  
they wisely understand ocean currents better than any else
the turtles have wrinkled bodies but also see many more seasons 
they are laid back and love stability and live long
mythology reveres turtles who supported earth’s creation on their strong backs  
and they draw strength from their meditation on the creator
they are friendly, easygoing and a patient lot
they may be cold-blooded but know how to adapt to all conditions
why don’t then we let them raise their necks high and learn from their wisdom?

Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


	It was noon, he was in the bush, he enjoyed this type of living, he sometimes played with the animals just to make himself happy and spend some time, Leisure and embraced them all as one family. His name was Kili, with three closest friends, namely Cosmo, Momo and Tinky. Kili was a brave human being, respected by all Animals found in the bush, except one brown huge monkey by the name of Barley. Barley was a biggest monkey in the bush, he liked bullying other Animals whenever Kili is not around. Barley had a nickname of Mega, meaning Big or Massive. Barley hated Kili with so much, the reason for the hatred was unknown by almost everyone in the bush, but it was merely believed that Barley didn't just like people(Human Beings) or associating with them.
	Barley was a leader before, he made all the choices of Animals belonging to the bush he used yo rule. And before him leaving the throne, he named the bush "Tipir", where no one had any idea or knew what the word means, Only him did. Regardless of them being blank, they liked the named of the bush without the word because.
	Twenty Four years ago, Barley was just 2Years and 6Months Old. Back then he was kept as a pet by human beings, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Barley loved the people that kept him, because he was provided with almost everything he wanted/needed or could want/need. He wasn't kept in the cage or anywhere else, where he could be segregated or separate him from them. This made him more comfortable and warmth his heart without any fail. One night Barley was sleeping on his bed, it was 01. AM, then thieves broke into Mr. and Mrs. Jones' house, Mr. Jones tried to defend himself and the family, but he failed and he was beaten terribly and lastly he was killed including his family. Barley couldn't understand anything, he tried to scare the thieves with his moves, showed them him sharp tooth and did all sorts of scary moves, unfortunately the thieves weren't scared, instead they kicked him out of the house through the window. Barley was injured, he ran away with cuts all over his body, cause of passing through the window unexpectedly. Without taking much time, Barley ran and stood afar, to see what happened next to the house and the family he adored very much. To his disappointing view, the house was burnt and Barley wiped tears, felt lonely and Became disturbed. He climbed on top of a tree and shouted "WooooooaaaaahhaaaaWooooaaahaaab" which in their language means "What an Evil city this is, they will pay back".
	After some years, Barley went in the bush and started his new life with a new family and new friends. By then a baby was born somewhere. Barley had a strange feeling about this, so he influenced his fellow animals to go attack human beings in a certain town near their bush. They did this with their mighty, but Cosmo, Momo and Tinky kidnapped a Baby without Barley knowing anything. Barley knew this after 4Months or so and felt disappointed and helpless the time he knew this. Kili was one year by then, Barley really tried and wanted to kill Kili, but he failed, he tried to poison him, but he was healed by Cosmo, Momo and Tinky with the help of their Friends using their Traditional fruits & medicines. Barley never liked this and ended up hating those major Four, Cosmo, Tinky, Momo and Kili with passion.
	 Years later, Kili was now 20 Years Old, when he knew Barley's plan and realised what was happening, he had already fought with him before, Barley was injured severely, he knew his tactics and some of Barley's moves. Kili consulted to other animals why he was being hunted by Barley, they explained to him, by then they a little bit knew him, he defended himself with words, to the fact that he's a human being, it doesn't mean that he's the same too, nor did he come to destroy their Kingdom. Barley denied that and Had his own ways and thoughts of viewing and thinking things. Barley letter on poisoned Tinky and lied that Kili did it, that he wants to kill all the Animals and remain with the bush by himself. Kili tried to defend himself, but at this point in time he wasn't understood, non of them comprehended and believed in Kili's words, except for Cosmo and Momo. He was chased out of the bush and he started living in trees. Sometimes being accompanied by Cosmo and Momo. Stinky suffered for like a month and some days, but before dying, he wanted to see Kili, unfortunately he was told that he was chases, without Tinky knowing the reason, he asked "Why?", and he was told that he is the one that poisoned him
	Tinky analyse this and opposed to the sayings, they tried to convince him, but he still opposed and refused, Barley then appeared and told Tinky that Kili Was chases for poisoning him. Without any fear, Tinky refused and said "My fellow animals, I know that I am dying soon, you're here saying that you know who poisoned me, you all have the story that Kili is responsible for my death", then the animals started shouting and wondering, asking why he's saying this, "Kili did it!! Kili did it!!", then Tinky said, "I refuse to that saying, Kili did nothing on me. Me and Kili are like brothers, so how could he do such a thing?, he is innocent, the one that did this is Barley", and Tinky died there. Barley laughed and assured them how could he do such a thing to his fellow animal. Other animals where astonished and read the notion through the look in his eyes. And Kili appeared to apologize and convince them that he's not responsible, all the animals bowed down to him and apologized except for Barley. They were all happy and told him to chase the Betrayer Barley. They had an eye contact for 2Mins or so, but Kili said, "Barley, Run, Run and never look or come back!!".

© Mutesha Lemana

Thank You For Reading My Story.

Copyright © Mutesha Lemana | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |


The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Leaves That Are Green

A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism |


This is the time I'll talk about Cage,
Posting it on the media and not standing on a Stage,
Without wasting much time, let me open this Page,
404, I'll write about Trees and I won't talk about Age.
I don't need any help cos I already have a Book,
The touch of the ages is softer than anything, even Silk,
And even the smell is like the butterfly Milk,
Sentences are not important, I wanna talk in Bulk.
Far outside town, the Trees never Grows,
And the wind smelled so awful when it Blows,
For sure No Bird ever sang, except for the Clause,
They never wanted anything, but they were eager for the Trees,
They joyfully prayed for them and got down on their Knees,
Those were nothing, but their most beautiful Place,
They were afraid of a Red flower, that it could be Worse.
Birds started their Long Journey from North to East,
And found nothing but landed into West,
They passed through a Cold session of South Pole and brought nothing but NEWS,
Other birds weren't happy cos they wanted to make some Nests.
They found out that there was nothing they could all do,
But they hoped for their dream to come True,
They wanted anywhere else where they could find a tree,
Imaging every little thing they could all See,
All around the world they saw something similar, but they were not Free,
They failed their mission and went back to their town,
But Mr. Eagle sent his well beloved Son,
Having a feeling that he'll bring something where he had gone,
A Dove thought he could help, but it was not his Turn,
An Eagle being brave, he fulfilled all what he's done,
Sun shining a blue sky, this was nothing but their perfect day,
Birds sang all night whilst clearing their Way,
To the Top of the Tree they found everything and Care,
Cutting down trees is the baddest way, of telling Birds, to go away.
Dogs could Bark and Lions ROARED in Herds,
Being happy for the world and freedom of their Friends,
With no much time, this is the Birds nothing but biggest Trends.

Where Ever Birds Are, We Just Want Them
To Know, That We Miss Them and Love Them.

Copyright © Mutesha Lemana | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |


      How can a bird fly when its wing is broken
      How can a game play without a token 
      It hurts not bee free to fly or play
      sometimes it hurts when that stupid rock is in the way 

     It hurts when you louse a love one 
     all you ask yourself is what have i done 
     you cry and cry and cry 
     It hurts so much that you try 

   It hurts to see your little one grow up so fast 
   all you do is wish that those days would last
   it hurts to say good bye to your little ones
   it hurts to say good by to your love ones too. 
   so don't think of this as good-bye
    think of it as see you later.

Copyright © izaria strachan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |


Thoughts are mixed with any
Of the feelings and emotions constitute
A magnetic force which attracts other 
Similar or related thoughts within
If only I have legs that can walk 
As fast as that of humans, I could 
Have run around the world.

If only I have no house on my back
I wiLl walk faster than the pride ostrich
How I wish I have a human brain
I would have rule the world with ease
If only I could fly like the birds
I would fly so high to all parts
Of the world making light that wiLl
Sustain mankind, then I will decorate the
Universe with a glorious fragrance of hope

If only I am not a tortoise but a parrot
I would have sing to the world a melodious love song
That wiLl change the heart of animals called man
If only I am a lion, I could have rule the world
But now I am a slow animal, it makes no difference 
Like humans who wish they could but could not in the long run.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |


deep down you know you have been wronged
but you did what should have been done
they don't know the whole story
they don't know your side
but you no longer care,you clearly understand those emotions they hide

they say they understand,but they don't
they say they will support but they won't
you are alone,all on your own
you no longer believe the fake love they have shown

believe in yourself,you aren't weak
you have strength,that's all you seak
admit it they aren't essential
admit it,they won't let you live upto your true potential

they will pull you down,won't let you rise
let them go,leave them behind
you have always been better of them
so,now be a lion,be the one that can't be tamed....

Copyright © sakshat budhathoki | Year Posted 2015