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Details | Narrative |

Coming of Age

My eldest brother, nine years old,
Thought he could break a horse.
Our mother strictly forbade him.
A mother’s right of course.
Her young son mustered all his wiles,
Hoping he could sway her.
Unwilling to be defeated,
He vowed to disobey her.

He gathered a rope and bridle,
Went to the big corral.
He was there to break a wild colt,
Three brothers there to yell.
Our youngest brother, four years old
Yelled, “I’ll tell Ma on you
Unless you take me up there
And give me a ride too.”

In his eagerness to hush him,
His big brother agreed
And lifted him to the bare back
Of that big, trembling steed.
Our father came in nick of time
To salvage little brother,
Then watched as his son rode that colt.
No one told our mother.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |


Born I was, still alive today, down, but I'll be back to say Even at a small age, when our house burnt to the ground Disorientated, confused, in it's smoke filled surround With no other place to go, to a Caravan we called our home It was the events after this, that allowed my mind to roam Little me playing in a field, on a broken bottle I fell Crimson fountains erupted, I survived, as I'm here to tell That Monday night so special, Boys Brigade we headed to be I tried to run faster, but my brother was faster than me Out of the opening he went, boy running, was he skilled He was there, but gone the next, knocked down, my brother killed My mind now in roam and wander, fathers health started to slide Where does a seven year old turn to, to whom does he confide Pillar to post I headed, fostered out, and to children's homes Six years later many more tears, my father in deathly roam To my father I kept my promise, to the Royal Navy I would go Whilst training, caught under a raft, my life nearing slow Pulled from the water was I, nearly drained of what little I had A release of water, a gasp of air, hours later feeling so glad Eventually what I'd always wanted, to be happy and family be Married to the girl whom I'd know, would love to marry me But to a colleague I'd declared my worries, of a phone call I'd take For History would repeat itself, to awaken to a possible wake That call finally arrived, to the telephone, speaking to my eldest son Liam his younger brother, knocked down, my tears in run I'm blessed that he was saved, which cancelled out that call I only wish that technology was, that I'd have a firewall This is me up to date, apart this last weekend Again I thought I lost my youngest, once again relieved of strain Hours up at the Hospital, the first human skull I've seen A serious cut to his head, but what it could have been This my life's chapter, around the corner we never know But all I can say to the above, around me continues to glow .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

It Hurts

It hurts to be me
It hurts to be lonely
The emotions inside me
Are aching endlessly

I miss my friends dearly
And I wish that they could hear me
I call for them desperately
They don’t know that without them I am empty

I try to explain to people what I feel
But you cannot understand how I feel
And I reminisce on the memories that seem so real
And every day I try to keep my tears concealed

A beautiful girl that is now so far away, the pain lingers
I rerun the memory of us cuddling and playing with each other’s fingers
And even now she doubts that my heart is hers
And the pain cannot be described by any words

And a girl that I love like a sister
I can’t tell her how much I miss her
And I cry when I remember New Year’s Day when I kissed her
Any thought about her and my spine shivers

A friend that comforts me through thick and thin
I would be dead if it weren't for him
And the memories of hanging in his room with the lights dim
And he can’t understand how much I miss him

And a mother that was never even mine
Accepted me at any time
Making a broken child feel fine
And made his heart shine

And the day we were all together for a late night drive
I swear I have never felts so alive
For a moment all the bad memories and lies
They were forgotten and left aside

And Andrew I will always care for
We know pain, misery and more
Even his presence I adore
And He will always be in my hearts core

My friends will always be with my heart
Without them my heart wouldn't even start
Without them I would fall apart
And I hope that I will always be in their heart

Copyright © Nathan Fehr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

In Loving Memory Of My Grandma

 Hold your head up, Grandma would say
 and let me pull your hair from your face.
 Stand up tall and properly, for a lady
 it should look as though it comes naturally.

 Oh Grandma, I would say. I just want to go
 and with the boys play. I want to fish and 
 shoot marbles too and maybe some baseball,
 if Bobby doesn't come too.
 Who is Bobby, she said. Just a boy who doesn't 
 like girls who with their brothers hang. 
 Well maybe Bobby is right and a lovely girl
 such as you, shouldn't be talking such slang.

 I long to be where the boys are for they have
 so much fun, it beats cooking and knitting
 silly hats and gloves. Give it time and you
 will see, she said, that being a lady is what
 God has meant for you to be.

 I would lay awake each night as I grew and I
 dreamed of the places my brothers seen
 and Bobby too. I always knew when they were
 to return home for most often it was when the
 cherry blossoms scented the lawn.

 Then there came that Spring day when all of them
 came home late, but all I could see was
 Bobby standing at gate.
 My heart did flutter and my cheeks, I knew were
 flushed. I never knew I had also missed Bobby
 just as much.

 It has been 4 years now and I still wear Bobby's ring and
 two beautiful children that in cherry blossoms we play.
 I often think back to what Grandma said and I understand
 now every word that still echo's in my head . 
 I think Grandma's have an inside tip
 for she already knew the plan, before I did.

 I will always love you Grandma.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

sibling Love

don't let me see you on my street 
or creepin through my window 
I immensely want your head hanging 
on my living room wall 

I plan to hunt you down very  soon 
So don't go making my chase easy 
I wish you were not a sibling of mine
I wish you weren't in my mind 

But your spying and childish games 
are grounds for me to go insane 
You must learn the hard way 
I really wish you would escape.

Copyright © kaotik kandee | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Like A Feather

(Georgia Peltier is my 88 year old sister.)

(A poem written by Georgia Peltier, redone by L. Larry Amadore)

A feather, borne upon a breeze,
floats to earth; it settles in dry leaves.
My heart, like a feather, drifts down, too,
for I am already missing you.

I strain to see you as you drive away,
two days past Thanksgiving Day.
It's rare that we have you here;
you're far away, so seldom near.
You'll come again in a year or two;
then, I'll not fail to cherish you.
Light grows dim, sight fades away
from aged eyes and dying day.
But I've etched your form upon my mind
and I'll think of you from time to time,
envisioning your dear,  much-loved face
from this dark, remote, yet lovely place.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Life's Monsters

being born started it awakening amidst fire heat, I prefer cold homeless, what we had, is gone broken family moves on parental split cries leaves divided broken souls our goals, torn, unfold illness kicks in, worrying two boys, so young amidst such sprightly playing I tall grass lies hidden dangers out stretched hands protect such pain, excruciating crimson flow fountains now thrive monsters, leave us now two boys, so young amidst such Monday's we so loved until we ran, uniforms yea! I'm small, he runs much faster boom boom, please slow down corner turned, I'll catch up I view him, slam, gone road reached, I'm scared to turn now seeing, bloodied trail, tears Paraplegic, he we move on, carry on, strong sadly, Billy's gone three become two, are we through our tomorrows we await Quietness abounds two reft, illness takes, one left State spared, no one cared his last abused, now confused life's thrall thrown, never grown, blown!

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haibun |

Hidden Gem

For a long time my brother in law,Jim, and I ,  were not close.  Politically,   I was mostly liberal and he, a strong conservative.  Some say politics doesn't matter, but in our case it seemed to color our personalities.

Then, a  few years ago after we had shed our political skins as times changed, and suddenly became open to each other.  Sure, shared interests but more as we grew  older, not quite affection but a quiet understanding. . .

spring run
his shadow
always behind

After I was placed in adult care, he visited me several times a week, usually with a  
capuccino in hand which he knew I loved.  I learned respect and admiration for the real Jim.  He had a  hidden depth that was not easily expressed or perhaps easily understood.

hidden stream
so clear
stone bridge

I remember from geology class:  Scratch any stone to see its true identity.

dark river stone
doused in light
sun colors

I felt that in the end he was turning to gold though I wonder if  he knew. . .


Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016

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 | Rhyme |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Kyrielle |

The Age Of Innocent Play

Oh, the age of innocent play,
And to the park we went each day;
The park at the end of our street,
We would play like we were athletes.

I hung from play bars a monkey,
Brother focused seriously;
At baseball he hated defeat,
We would play like we were athletes.

I was a carefree butterfly,
Hey brother don't let that ball by;
No didn't want to go home to eat,
We would play like we were athletes.

The age of innocent is fast,
Little brother is but the past;
As a soldier death he would meet,
We would play like we were athletes.

Oh, I still am that butterfly,
That often hangs her head to cry;
My memory is bittersweet,
We would play like we were athletes.

November 20, 2015


Written by Broken Wings

For the contest, Oil Painting 4&5, sponsor, Eve Roper

First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blitz |


I am a petroleum pipeline
Do not abuse me
If I burst, fire may burn you

I am a drug
Do not abuse me
If you take me wrongly 
You may develop health problem

I am a motor car
Do not abuse Me
If ther is an accident 
You may die

I am a gun
Do not abuse me
If you pull my trigger
You may kill someone

I am a woman
Do not abuse me
If you rape me
There maybe no children for you.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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 | I do not know? |

Half Term Blues

The fruit of my loins are ne'er done, sleep is
Just not an option worth considering.
They much prefer the notion of ploughing
Right on.  Through the wall, and not thinking
About consequences, meaning they're fore'er
Fighting and arguing and arguing
And fighting.  Just one...  Just one day without
Rows would be a blessing.  It's not that I
Don't love them.  I do love them.  Of course I
Love them.  They are everything to me.

Copyright © Al Parry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

One Of A Kind Guy

As a One of a Kind Guy, I Cry! I try my best not to lie. I oblige everything in sight, I don't know why, but I figure life would be so damn dry if I didn't even try.

I go through the same phases that another guy might; what separates me from the rest is I come into every situation to best the test! I never regret a single step, and when I crest, there is no way in hell I could neglect the preparation just to digress.

See it takes concentration, determination, and most importantly an infatuation for being the best. Not trying to boast or brag, but at last I'm no longer being dragged, by the thoughts of my past. If you act too fast, you'll be apart of the mass, looking for quick cash and a big ass. Smoking grass and doing dabs is only a way to become a spazz; flake not fake but always late. 

I'm not like the rest, I maintain my insane membranes by focus. I strive to ride the wave of faith; not of an higher power but of my own. I'm a One Of A Kind Brother, I stand alone in my mind with only a shadow!

Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as

Copyright © donna lu | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

FireFighters Creed

FireFighters Creed:

Alarms screaming.
Birds singing.
But her heart was bleeding.
I held her as she died.
CPR couldn't revive.
How could I save what God wanted taken 
Is this how God repays ?
Maybe if I was a minute earlier.
If I didn't take that extra time getting out 
the drive.
I would of been able to save this young girls 
It haunts me every night.
Pictures of her in the last moments of her 
I was pulled away by my fallow brothers in 
Brothers with the FireFighter emblems on 
there helms.
Tears roll down my face.
First time is the worst is what they all seem 
to say.
But should a 17 year old boy be here in the
first place.
I look in the mirror when all these Questions 
race in my brain.
mocking me, Judging me, pointing, laughing, 
calling me names.
"Great good job Jess letting her die"
"Well god damn what a terrific guy"
I know it was my choice to enter the service.
But I wish I could of lived a bit first.

-Written By Jesse Gillibrand

Copyright © Jesse Gillibrand | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ode |

54th birthday 4 Shari Todd Harris

from birth until this moment with your family as supporting team
the journey within your space/ time continuum stream
found trials and tribulations comprising the spool o yar existential ream

some incidents assessed in retrospect might now appear
as particularly significant undertakings – getting you grounded with clear
insight into what future dreams may become manifest with yar dear
beloved husband – I aver to when ye will endure empty nest fair
lee soon, whereby yar life will constitute andy and his anatomical gear

whose cupidity, fidelity, integrity, levity, opportunity, runneth tranquil
tiding up for gatherings or packing with his efficient globe trotting skill
bubbling with energy, harmony, synergy through his  confluence he rill
lee doth possess – in my humble opinion, though less to take quill

to paper, him this brother in law applauds how he accepted any bitter pill
i.e. figuratively when the fickle finger of fate seemed to obscenely mill
a tate a contrary outcome than he desire, a fighting esprit de corps did fill
his entire being – putting forces of destruction re: no longer threat of evil

which waywardness with this poetic intent to type a birthday cheer
sans thy lovely sister activated thoughts pertaining to positive people dear
as senescence shuttles thine youngest harris heiress who everywhere
she goes affects a blessedly diplomatic, friendly holistic imprimatur
and thus tis probably apropos to attempt to communicate with mere

crude symbols i.e. the 26 letters of the alphabet to formulate the near
wrist approximating her significance in me xy z lived life  a prayer
and many a broken wing, but tis necessary 4 me 2 expunge – though rear
the positive presence (most often invisible) whence shari did tear
out from the birth canal even at that early infantile stage did wear

autonomy to evince can do spirit whereby she irresistibly insinuated an air
that inexplicably captivated family, friends, romans….with no blare
ring burst, but she exhibited a magnetic trait – I now heartily cheer
cuz many stepping stones to mine current ah fair
rooted tuber remembered per the unsolicited advice aye did hear
when oft times shuttered in this man cave, hell lair
re: us lee chuckling at online jokes, which laugh tier
medicine for this bot deed father, a pro motor still sputtering each year.

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Forced me into the birdcage
nervous while plundering
The lash around my neck
result of blundering
Awakened my wrath 
vigorous equally thundering
Lost in panic, 
facade of a dervish wondering.

Copyright © Roya Zereh | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |


Aarmano Se JAn CHooti
Ghamo ne Aan Ghera ha 
Kia mere DIl pe Bas 
Sirf Tanhaiyo ka Basera ha

Copyright © Rameez Ahmad | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

Body meet Avalanche

I was a prophet, wrapped in my mothers arms
brightest eyes that saw a darkened world
my brother was the halo figure, a golden arm for slingshots
a temper to smash his own fist against a brick wall
we wept in time with the funeral march 
as our mother was buried in front of our eyes

misgivings and mass at midnight
praying to an empty alter 
to save our grandfather, to spare him one more night
lying in bed a week later 
I awoke to his voice telling me our prayers had done no good

It's easier to blame the empty bottles for my brothers death
easier to blame the teen years than the 
push and pull of growing up an orphan
and on nights like this, more than a decade later
I can still recall that conversation when he told me 
when he closed his eyes and spoke those words, barely above a whisper
that he wouldn't be around much longer
I was thirteen and still bright eyed
he was twenty three and weathered 

I was a prophet, but even a blind man could see
the pain that was ingrained in his faintest smiles
the avalanche of emotions still hit and bury me deep
some nights i pray to let me reach safety
others I take solace in knowing that
the avalanche is holding me tight as I sleep

Copyright © K.M North | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |


Roll out the drums
Let the beaded waists twist and wind
Loud the music to the peak
Shoot the guns in the air
Let the smoke wander to the east

Draw out the swords and hold back the spears
Let the warriors form a passage and not a wall
For we are out to celebrate and not a war
With all your might shout and hail the man of the moment 

We hail thee and praise thee
The king of the moment we hail thee
Not the king of the jungle but to the head of the empire
We hail the king of grammar 
Who acts no drama 
Praises showering from the drummers

Blessed be your day
Honoured be your years
Hope filling the years ahead
But this day just for you to conquer 
We rise from the south
Joining the force from the far north and the near west
The east submits at thy foot
And we all say
Happy birthday to our brother. 


Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2016

Details | Classicism |

Love to Rhyme

STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander
Far from the commoner way;
Old-time trills and falls by the hill-side still do I ponder,
as my strides coursing through the streaming waters,
Dreaming to-morrow to-day.

Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo,
Measures descanted before;
Since in timeless verses, I must follow,
Prints in the marbles of ancient folk-lore.

Still strange, strange, they sound in old-young raiment invested,
Songs for the brain to forget -
Young song-birds elate to grave old temples be-nested
Piping and chirruping yet.

Thoughts? No thought has yet unskilled attempted to flutter
Trammeled so vilely in verse;
Even if its for a while,
He who writes but aims at fame and his bread and his butter,
Won with a groan and a curse.
Of course, We still love to rhyme..

Copyright © Scott Robinson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Shifting Through Snow

Part One: Screaming

The gravel walkway 
Stretching down the maple lined path
Leading the the brown wooden mailbox 
Turn the corner to the pool
And the spiders 
I’m scared 
Scream for daddy 
But realize daddy is gone 
Gone because a truck hit him 
But that's grown-up talk
Scream for mommy 
But mommy is mom 
She doesn't have time for spiders 
Or kids 
Only work
I scream for my friends 
But nobody wants to be friends with 
The white boy 
So I scream for the sake of screaming 

Part Two: The School

I turn again and I’m at my school 
The red slides on the playground 
The broken swings with the yellow warning tape
Worn out from the rain and sun 
The playing 
The laughing 
The pushing 
And the crying 
Suddenly mommy has time to scold me 
Her fire hot words lash scars on my chest 
Then speedy hands leave bruises on my back 

Part Three: Therapy

Take another turn and I’m in my therapist's office 
Trembling because of what mommy said
Be honest he says 
But that will only get me in deeper 
Being honest 

Part Four: Snow

One last turn and I leave it all behind 
The abuse that I called love 
I scream but this time it's not spiders 
It’s freedom 
The realization hitting me burns 
Like a kiln in a dutch kitchen 
Searing off my skin 
Exposing the worn wrinkled meat below me
I go to the snow where my wounds can heal 
And as I shift through the snow 
I wonder if I could ever go back

Copyright © Jack Bare | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

Haunting Past

I was ten, my own useless nothing
No money, no food, no toys as a child could I bring!
My only possession was my little, harmless brother
His eyes so blue reminded me of mother.....

A dark storm had struck, long ago that eve
I still remember the words "Sorry there is nothing we can retrieve.."
The house lay in ruins, mixed with stone and rocks
I cried, he cried, and I gently brushed his blonde locks!

Mum-dad lay somewhere, down-below the scattered lawn,
Oh! I still remember how they pushed us, out-safe that stormy dawn!
No one left to love-cherish, no one to simply care,
No one to pass a smile, to feel what we bear!

I had sworn that dreary night
I would be his dad and mother...
A light made my world bright,
My brother, Oh! My brother.

It did not take me long to get,
That world was thirsty for tears,
Not those of joy, of laughs or smiles
But those of your darkest fears!

The forces took us into custody
Aunt Anne owned us then
Dark, small, abode of dust
Our new room was more of a den!

But as long as she loved us
Or rather did pretend
I thought I wont make a fuss
But the trouble for my little one had to end!

I made the fire, did the dishes
Cooked the food and fed the fishes
I cleaned the bathroom and all of the mess
I adjusted, but she made me suffer- an year with only one dress!

She would scare John, my lil- snow
Made him stay up for late
No school, no games
She scraped my teddy's fate!

I knew this had to stop,
I felt the need to do..
Then an idea struck
And my eyes shone their brightest blue!

It was the same night, same storm
I dreamt of how our world had torn
A knife in my hand, I headed to the lawn,
I had to do that just for my John!

The clouds growled, the winds dwelled...
My mistress yawned, my way led!

I screwed the knife through her waist,
Twisting it for end of the wild
She turned behind, in quite a haste
I drew back, her smile was mild!

She bowed down, to my surprise
A feel of shame, did sure arise
This one thing- future did I dread
I took my brother and far I fled!

They still look for the killer
Me, it was! Oh such a thriller.
Guilt still feeds on all parts of me
But my angel sets me free!

This was MY story to mourn
I swear I could have sworn
There will, sure be one bright night,
When I will bring this crime of mine in his sight....

Copyright © Aashima Bansal | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epitaph |

Our Departed veteran's

I feel my life , wasting away'
Living in a strange place , day by day 
Who is to blame? I ask myself ,
If I get killed, or put on a shelf .
Who will take care? of the ones I love ,
While I look down , from up above ,
Lord, keep them safe, while I'm away ,
They are the victims, who are being played .
Life can be cruel ,life can be mean ,
When ' Soldier's die, in a War, unforeseen
Who will protect us,when they are gone,
This isn't a dream, the day isn't done . 
We live in a fox hole, " over in Vietnam'
Or in " Korea"by the DMZ,
War is the same, in any language  u c.
Destroying families, even " Overseas .
Make us or break us ,we are men
Even "The Wac's, will do it again ,
We're not afraid, to kill or be killed ,
While in the big house,they live on cheap thrills .
Our lives are " predetermined" that's what they say ,
Cause we as soldier's , will die every day
Remember our sacrifices, and all that's been done ,
We'll die for our country, till the war is won .
Love is greater than any conflict,
Being fought " Overseas" or in our country
Let's not forget our "Soldier's"who've died all alone,
"For their last thought before dying,
Was to be buried" back home .

Copyright © Roberto Santana | Year Posted 2015

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Our Souls Reunite

My soul like a balloon
My entire life I've had my balloon
I have yet to let it go
My balloon meant the world to me
My pure essence, being
My balloon defined me

He left and never returned
In shock my balloon escaped my grasp
Slowly it drifted off toward heaven
In the distant sky 
My balloon
My soul
Disappeared into thin air
Squinting I try to keep my eyes locked on it
Months go by and I continue to look up
Gazing into the light blue sky as the sun sets each day
I continue to stare as the sky darkens, and stars twinkle
The sun rises once more
My eyes lose sight of my soul
The balloon, irreplaceable 

The sun
The moon
The stars
Ocean, land and air
The earth holds my souls entire essence
My brother is now one with the earth
His absence hallows my human body
The balloon left me for him
Are souls couldn't be apart

Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2015

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When you were born on this day, I'm glad The Most High gifted us with you I wouldn't have it any other way These are all an embodiment of one Love, Respect, Trust, Honer, Strength, Compassion, empathy, Protection, Knowledge, Wisdom, Sound Advice, Authority, Husbandhood, Fatherhood, Brotherhood, and Friendship... And when all the others are not apparent, there is always, Love... Because, these gifts and more, are what The MOST HIGH instilled in one of HIS greatest creations These are all but an embodiment of one These are all The Makings OF A Big Brother

Copyright © AC Benford | Year Posted 2017