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Indian Girl

--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On the day she was born, the wind blew in, 
A blessing ---her soul, fallen from the heavens
A  gorgeous puff of smoke, Miss Virginia Slim

Able to walk the world with an open mind, she twirls
Pocahontas, one of her many names. 
She carves, and climbs on trees, this little Indian Girl, 
Her feathers ride with the wind, against her red titian skin
Daughter of Chief Powhatan, a powerful tribal, red man 
Peace and love with the Indians of her Virginia Lands,

Many myths, many stories, maybe a mad woman, 
A new Christian, living sad poverty, a silent hero, 
Twisted tales, from savage green to ivory white religion
In her eyes, life never was about greed and skin
Her new look attained an altitude precision
Pocahontas tricked and captured, 
Set to sail another tribe, lands were taken over, 
Boat sailed out of Virginia Lands

Tribes acclaimed her to be wild and ambitious
"The naughty one," searching for admission
Native American child, before the princess, 
Her beautiful soul, a short auspicious beginning
Leaving her world, beautiful and fearless
Forgetting her roots-- From Mother Willow's Vision 
Pocahontas, the Indian Legend from, The Virginia Lands


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Ballad of Sammy Taylor

Sammy Taylor was a good kid, as everyone could see He was destined for greatness unknown to you and me. From the hills of West Virginia, a place called Whittlers’ Bend. He left one day in ’66 never to return again. Folks all remember Sammy for the goodness in his soul. A smile and sparkle in his eyes glittered just like gold. Sammy considered all the people as family to him. When he was called to fight for peace in a place called simply, 'Nam'. He grew up a hunter and loved his fishin’ too So things the outdoors offered Sammy weren’t all that new. ‘Nam' was not the West Virginia Mountains that he knew. The morning he woke up on a hill called 14 Blue. Charlie had been active there just the day before And signs that he was very close could not be ignored. While all remained quiet throughout that August day Little did anybody know that night would bring hell to pay. It was just about a quarter to three, and all was strangely quiet, When the chatter of an M16 broke the silence of the night. There was a pop and then a flare gave vision to the night…. A voice was heard to say, “Charlie’s on his way and he’s coming here to fight.” Now, Sammy had already seen his share of hell on earth And Charlie’s demons gave him one more chance to prove his worth. A dedicated VC soldier was always an awesome foe But nothing will surpass the courage Sammy would soon show. Sammy found himself in front of an insane VC charge He barely had the time to yell, “They’re comin’, Look Out, Sarge!” A VC grenade proved to be his last courageous test When a West Virginia mountain boy covered it with his chest. Now, there’s a house in Whittlers’ Bend with a medal on a wall. But the plaque hanging there beside it cannot tell it all--- How Sammy Taylor went outside, one morning, just to play, Then, some years later, gave his all, in a place so far away. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13 Written By John Posey 05/18/13

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

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Now with God

Tears for your Smile
Tears for your Heart
From this day on We are Apart
Now in Heaven 
Eyes Bright as Stars
Warm as the Sun
Genuinely Kind
Big as Bear
Loved by All
Now with God 
Sleep Well My Dear......xo

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015

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I woke watching television news
The jet plane is soaring high note
Operation Sulu is launched forth
Until the intruders to get out
Malaysia always chose to peace
Come and let us all save peace

Philippines is wanting peace
For Sulu Archipelago is its part to ease
Sulu Royal Army chose to enter because of peace
They call homeland in the book pages 
They decide to stay and die never ended
Many see this is not a good choice
But for them this is a pride to hold and take
Come and let us all save peace

For Malaysia also has to protect its state
Its sovereignty whether lives at stake
It has chosen the space to negotiate
And has given the time to withdraw in peace 
But the “intruders” is hard to take the leave
Come and let us all save peace

Many children cried
Much wives shed tears
Every Mothers weep
Their love ones died but with pride
Our prayers to put ahead their faith
Come and let us all save peace

The eyes of the world where are you?
The humanitarian aid you have to do
Don’t you see the lives are here waiting?
The civilians need your helping
Do not wait until the time lapse to nothing
Come and let us all save peace and do something.

Come and let us all save peace
Take part and let us all save peace
Pray and let us all save peace
Where are you peace activists?
Come and let us all save peace
Let us all save peace!

This is the day that Malaysian Forces conducted “Ops Sulu” to drive the group from Sulu that recently entered Tandu’, Lahad Datu, Sabah. 12:41PM, 5th March 2013, Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. 

Please Print and Distribute to Save Peace. Thank you
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Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

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Ballad of Joyce Hill

  To her family she was coy
  but truly she would be their Joy,
  a country girl from Kingaroy -
                     the fourth of eleven.
  Over hill and range she would tramp
  living in tents from camp to camp
  by the glow of a railway lamp
               and the stars in heaven!

  Along the way past Many Peaks
  swam in Splinter and Monal Creeks
  where a child a gay frolic seeks
                   in the heat of the day.
  Up on the range where it outlooks
  when not tending the campsite chooks
  she read in school her beloved books
                   dreaming of far away!

  As an older girl on horseback
  she'd ride for miles a dusty track
  like a drover with a knapsack
            where the long trail begins.
  Up "dash it" early milking cows,
  picking cotton and feeding sows
  and shooting possums in their boughs
               to sell their bounty skins!

 "O someday I'll teach school" she said
  till she met Arthur Hill and wed
  and bore life to her eldest, Ted -
               the first of eight to come.
  In Mt Morgan where miners drilled
  as rains came and Trotters Creek filled
  a new life on the land she'd build
                 and be a wife and mum!

  But on their farm and dairy run
 "hells bells" there was work to be done
  from sunup to the setting sun
            and all must do their share.
  Through the Great Depression and war
  a boundless faith to God she swore
  and it burned in her evermore
                      in His heavenly care!

  Her hands had many mouths to feed
  and so when hungry kids did plead
  she baked the bread dough that she knead
               in the old woodfired stove.
  And with her weary frame so sprite
  late as the curlews cried at night
  she read her bible with delight
                        as it did her behove!

  In her time a digger of wells
  when the winds blew in dry hot spells
  and echoed the sound of train bells
                  up and down the railway.
  A grazier, tiller, and sower,
  a painter, milker, and grower,
  a doer, thinker, and knower,
                         and a potter of clay!

  To all her far flung family
  a great-great-grandmother was she,
  and like a grandmother to me
                 whom I most gladly knew.
  So now when I hear the tick tock
  and chimes of the pendulum clock
  or "tommyrot" and "poppycock"
                        I'm reminded of you!

                August 2016

Joyce or "Joy" was my wife's grandmother.
A remarkable woman who I got to know well.
Despite what it says in the funeral notice 
she was in fact a great-great-grandmother.

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2016

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Big Band Spanning Trees - A Tribute to Adele and Lady Gaga

Nobody knows why the sun shine.
But it does every day it is not pouring outside.
What a life to excite?
I got my man on my mind.

Everybody wants a part of the fame.
Want me to love them as my friend.
But in my spare time, I have to live my life.

Come in and be my entertainment.
Let me laugh at your humor.
Let me enjoy who I am.
I am the show stopper and you are my fan.

Anyone would know that I am to adore.
That is as Adele or Lady Gaga.
I am the Big Band Queen spanning trees.
Just like in other music genres.

Genres are Pop and Big Band.
I am in those mediums.

Come in and be my entertainer.
Make yourself more than an amateur.
I am fortunate to be so adorn.
I love to give back the same aura.

This is a tribute to Adele and Lady Gaga.
Written 4 November, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Antarctica (Ernest Shackleton tribute)

To your shores came as a pilgrim
Knowing that I wasn’t welcome
All I wanted was to walk
Across your land of ice and rock

But you trapped my ship in ice
Blew cold winds into my eyes
Wanted me to pay the price
Hardship’n’ pain did not suffice

I won’t give up! No, I won’t stop!
On the wings of faith and hope
Between sky and endless depth
I’ll walk the line of life and death

My chances aren’t of greatest height
To save the lives you tried to smite
You’ve gotta know I’m gonna fight
As it’s my duty and it's my right!

Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2013

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Preeminent is the birth of Christ.
We worship his life and seek his devise…

His dominant presence arises.
Aroused is our spirit.
Our soul is incandescent.
We are obligatory to the glory of God.
Luminescent is the essence of The Holy Scripture.

We sing gloriously.
We pulsate victoriously.
The Gospel is our voice harmonically.
Christ died on Calvary.

Hoisted to achieve amazing deeds, our life is a radiance of Heaven’s lights.
We worship the life of Christ.
Ascendant to prophesy of the world, peace is influential while war destroys.
Famine is metaphorically dumbfounded for the knowledge of God’s apostles.
Walk in rightful luminosity.
Insofar, your life is brilliance perceived.

We shout gloriously.
We pine exultantly.
The Gospel is our harmonic expression.
Christ died for our salvation.

Today we praise Christ, the Son.
Today we praise God, the Father.
One does not supersede the other.
Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.

Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.

Croon praise!
Beatify the Lord’s way!
Our reliance is devoted to the Gospel resonated!

In mantra fortifies giving the highest praise to the life of Christ!
Refrain via song augments the Father and the Son.

Thru the Holy Spirit, we thump.
Through the Holy Spirit, God sends his Son.
The beat of our heart pounds in prayer as we bow.
Knees bent, by all means, amidst effervescent shimmering.
Penned on September 07, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Thank You

Thank You!...

It's Black history month, so we come to celebrate, 
all the hues of brown that made our nation great! 

From Fredrick and Harriet to Mandela, and Muhammad Ali, because of the stance they took, we are allowed to be free. 
Langston, Louis, Billie, Malcolm, and  Martin, are only a few,
 of the great black leaders who have rep-ped for me and you!

George Washington Carver nvwas  scientist,a botanist and, an inventor too. 
There is no endeavor,
the black man won't pursue. 

We've made strides in medicine,
that many are unaware ,
 just google... John Jordan, or Daniel Hale Williams,
the amazing facts are there!

We have even taken our talents, to Hollywood,
We overcame racism , in an industry,
 where no one ...thought we could!
So, Thank you,
Hattie McDaniel,
Cicely Tyson, Sidney Poitier, (Porti-air)
Thank you, gone!

Ella, Mahalia, Marion, Natalie and Whitney,
Nat, Ray, Barry, Isaac, and Teddy.
Luther, Gerald, Michael, and Prince...
 I heard you on the radio,
And I've been in love, since!

You have all gone on to glory, 
but your music we won't forget,
Missing your physical presence,
Is our only regret!

We say,
Thank you, 
to ALL, of our fearless athlete,
Your dedication and diligence 
 made you, 
nearly ... IMPOSSIBLE to defeat!

Jesse Owens, Wilma Rudolph,
Arthur Ashe, Williams Sisters,  and Hussain Bolt,
Your athletic prowess,
give the ENTIRE world ...a jolt!

Thank you, 
Simone Biles ...a phenomenal gymnast you are,
And thank you,
Misty Copeland...for raising the bar. 
 You opened the door,
 to the American ballet , 
and now, other black girls, be you one day!

Simone Manuel,
an Olympic champion, of the pool,
Her tenaciousness and ability,
made swimming look cool. 

I can't name you all, 
because they are many, many more, 
I could compile a list..that would fall to the floor.

Our journey, hasn't been easy, 
That story, I could never sell,
For we looked towards Heaven,
When we were going thru Hell!

We are an accomplished people,
Because we are willing to fight,
We have been beaten and ostracized, for defending our rights.
When we immersed ourselves into politics, 
we continued to excel.
Thus,  Barack Obama, moved into the White House...
With his classy wife, 
And though his adversaries, tried to cause him drama, 
He persevered and overcame! Our FIRST,  black President,
 We love you, Obama!
May God grant you...longevity,
good health, and a life void of strife,
Now that you have left office,
and have returned,  to civilian life!

Our People, were many times denied-a formal education, 
But that, didn't diminish...our ability,
nor curb our motivation.

Our education was Oftentimes, self-taught,
It unfathomable, that one of US,
sits...on the Supreme Court!

Black people have gone from the slave house, 
to the White House.
From share croppers to show stoppers!

From the back of the bus,
 to driving the bus, 
Now...the owner of the bus,
looks like us!

From cleaning the office ,
to becoming the CEO,
America has Watched us hustle, 
She has watched us flow!

There is no ceiling, 
that we can't crash, 
We are fortuitous people, 
Just check out our past!

There is no challenge we won't meet 
We may fall, 
 But we get back on our feet!

Black people...
there is nothing ,
that can stop you, from being a success!
You are highly favored and divinely blessed!
So fight your fight!
encourage others to do the same,
You shouldn't  do it for money, 
Nor , should you do it for fame!

Each one, must teach one,
So, that we continue to advance,
We must empower the next generation...
if we are to have ,
a fighting chance!

Thank you America, 
For the certification,
That once you brought us here,
We helped BUILD this nation!

We are believers and achievers,
We are originators, 
and innovators
Black people are, Athletic, and Poetic, 
we are, Intelligent, 
and Socially relevant!

We are changers of the game,
And, No two are us,
are EVER the same!
I thank you-America
for allowing us,
to showcase our talents,
 ....and make You grand!

I truly thank you,
for creating,
the BLACK WOMAN and the BLACK MAN!!!!

Copyright © Bonita Mercado | Year Posted 2017

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What will the day bring do we ever know?
Could it be the sun shining bright or flowers that grow
Or maybe a surprise storm that’s brewing out there
We just never know, should we always beware?

Is it a chance meeting of a friend or lending a hand?
Or eating a meal that is ever so grand
Is it a work day where everything goes right?
Maybe you saw something that gave you a fright

We just never know from day to day
Maybe it’s been a day full of play
Or a full moon lighting your way
As you kneel at bedtime and begin to pray

So when you rise the next day and start your way
Try to do good and don’t go astray
You have this one life to do what you can
And hope things turn out the way that you plan.

Copyright © Barbara Poor | Year Posted 2014

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With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 

 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 

 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....

I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...

Copyright © Ryan Harris | Year Posted 2014

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In the Library of BMCC

Surrounded by heavy tomes 
Chronicling the history of 
   countless generations 
One can only feel a sense of 
    awe that the weight of 
the past has upon the living 
  A brief look around me 
allows me to see the coming generation 
   Working diligently 
to achieve their goals 
   What will become of these youth 
in the next few years?
Some may die fighting on foreign shores 
Otheres will die young due to bad habits 
Some may achieve great success 
  Picking up my pen 
I try to evoke the scene in the library 
of the Borough of Manhattan Community College 
Where many different 
Merge into a quilt of hope!

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012

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My addiction

I have an addiction...
It dont matter what time of day it is my addiction is there...
Not always in the literall since...
But it is always on my mind...
I lay my head down to sleep at night thinking about you...
I sleep dreaming about you...
I wake up thinking about you...
Your always on my mind...
No matter what I do my addiction is always on my mind...
Even if your not the last one I talk to before I lay my head down to sleep...
I still lay my head down thinking of you...
I just cant get enought of you...
No matter what my addiction is there...
My addiction has a name...
Her name is Shelby Nestle...
No matter how much we text or talk on the phone...
Its never enough...
I cant get enough of your beautiful eyes...
I cant get enough of that beautiful smile...
I cant get enough of kissing your soft lips...
That feeling I get inside when our lips touch...
Or holding you in my arms...
This is a new addiction to me...
Never have I been this addicted this quick...
It scares the shyt outta me...
But then I love it...
You are my new addiction baby... 
You are my...
My heroin...
My ecstacy... 
My cocaine...
You are my own personal drug...
I cant imagine and addiction stronger...
You are my addiction...
I wouldnt even think about trying to break this addiction...
I wouldnt go to rehab for this addiction...
I like it to much...

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr | Year Posted 2013

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Praying For The Day

I pray for the day,
That my sweet child comes home,
To my loving arms,
So, I can love and hold them tightly,
Each and everyday of their lives,
To be there for them and guide them,
As they learn to grow,
Into a wonderful adult,
That I know they will become,
For they have such a wonderful heart,
And as people will see them grow each year,
Learning along their way,
Having their own imagination,
To shine and guide them,
To be a very unique person of their own,
But they are already very different,
In many different ways,
By their looks and their loving heart,
And of course being very smart,
Their beauty will shine,
In many different ways,
Both inside and out,
And I pray for the day,
They will come home,
To stop these painful, loving tears.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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The fall of Duke William: Ballad for the Acadians

The French sail
To the Riviera
From the metis 
To Canada

They became Acadians
And settled in Port Royale
Their lives were famine and conquest
But that didn’t hurt morale
The British were closing in
To evict the Acadians from the land
But they stood strong, and refused to yield
The British took control, and so began the great upheaval

Heed the wind
that rocks the sea
That carries the Acadians
No one be free

It’s a cold moon
 an old man looks upon
The only home he ever knew
And now his world is gone
His wife had died in labor
He had to start again
He found another wife
Had two children while his first bred was a man

They travel on the Duke William
The sickness takes many down
He feels the sickness coming in
Before his life be drowned
The ship moored off Canso
After the violet sank
Duke William would follow in Tow
His old life returns to the age

His son lives on
To move to Cajun’s wood
For the Acadian spirit carries on
To the future of his brood

Copyright © James Black | Year Posted 2016

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I know You Cape Breton

Hey, how are you

	Have you heard this one?
	Where there’s a midnight sun

		Listen to me now,
		Listen up young one
		One day I left someone

	Where did you say
	you were going?
	She looked so sad
	with her tears showing

		showing her a map of you,
		around the world to you,
		flying so fast at you,
		I left my Papua New Guinea,
		my home sweet home for you.

			So... like déjàvu, 
			You look so...
			Do I know you?
			No, don't say no...
			I know you!
			you were in my dreams

	You know that moment, 
	when you see her, 
	the light,
	that shines, 
	that lifts you high 
	into outer space so high

oh how I longed for you,
Just you and me,
your seasons, my wonder..
I wonder when thunders,
remind my mind, 
my sleeping child,
suddenly awake,
But Nova's away..

	They say people say,
	you'd miss home, 
	you'll miss POM..
	you said no,
	No, No, No
	you'll be home
	From winter to Autumn
	Just you and I
	you'll be fine

		So when the leaves fall,
		Or when snow falls,
		Remember me,
		Remember us,
		Our time, may be dying,
		Maybe someday I'll find,
		My child no child,
		and the sun so fine,
		I'll be home bound,
			To my Ocean playground..


Copyright © Moi Kaira | Year Posted 2012

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Souless Society

Yeah Im living in a souless society, 
My people keep doing each other wrong so much its hard to get right with me, 
Its so dark with alcoholic violence that I can no longer see the light in me, 
Survival of the fittest I am no longer because there remains almost no fight in me,
 I struggle with death around one in all forms of variety, 
I am so low at times that there can be no one high as me, 
A lot of non-sense for my body I keep buying me, 
at the same time my own people keep fighting me, 
but its time I just say "**** it" 
and kick all that *****to the curve away in the bucket, 
I hate the truth so much that I start to love it, 
Creating a mind full of knowledge gold, a mind full of many nuggets, 
Now its time I face my own truth even if my own people lie to me, 
I can and I will overcome this souless price that seems too pricey, 
**** all that bull-*****I will rise out my own souless society

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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second tribute

"Destroyed By a Poet"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Precious are the words 
Only your heart can serve 
Every Beautiful thought 
Tends to leave us caught 
Deeply in the mix 
Entertaining the thought of getting a fix 
Strong enough to lift 
The heart in us all, providing a gift 
Relative to what we most desire 
One inspiration that takes us so much higher 
Your eyes touch this when confronted by the mirror 
Every part of you is somehow superior 
Rare, Loveable, all things of that such 
And the fact of knowing you, to this poet means so much 

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015

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Heraldry And Tribute

I'm just a sputtering old fool,
Muttering old school rules,
When times made more sense,
And neighbors were your friends.

Now trapped by utter frailty,
And fear of today's reality,
My moistened eyes fasten,
Upon the new age reaction.

No longer do we aspire,
No longer do we inspire,
Religious or national pride,
For now we must take it all in stride.

That which can utterly,
Steal pride in God and country...
Oh I'm a sputtering old fool,
Just muttering old school rules.

You open doors and say Mamm',
You do everything you can,
You give to the poor and especially,
Love your neighbors, friends and family.

For it is in giving all that you have,
Caring, sharing and loving all you can,
Which tells the greatest story about you,
And lives on in heraldry and tribute.

Copyright © My Gull Wheels On | Year Posted 2007

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Country Music is just good ole American soul

Country Music is just good ole American soul
from the rhythm of the guitars
to the screaming strings of the fiddle and the beat of the drums
to the words that are written and sung 
by the men and women who have lived the life

singing about life, love, divorce, guns, and God above
words that have meaning, emotion and devotion that tell a story
about the American way of life and glory 
that you identify with because it’s real
letting you know how we all feel 
 it’s your life’s story as well that you identify with

songs that bring the tears, sadness, joys and smiles from ear to ear 
as you tap your toes, snap your fingers, and slap your knee
and dance the two step until quarter to three 
songs that set you free or bringing back an ole memory  

country music is all about the loving, the good, the bad and the ugly 
 were all proud to be Americans because it is our life were singing about
country music is the salt of the earth, mixed in with 100 other spices

country music is good for the heart, the mind the soul it has its roots 
from the beginning of American history
even George Washington was overheard singing country songs

country music helps the whiskey the moonshine, and beer to go 
down a whole lot smoother 
country music is in the air where the blue grass grows, the lazy river flows
to where the yellow flowers on the mountain grows

God bless the men and women who sing and write the country music songs 
it’s just good ole American soul music

Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2014

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Stronghold to Equilibrium

Isolated corners all in sound symmetry
such perfection, a creation to contemplate
the science among science, absolute chemistry
nature at its impetus, ushers to initiate

In accordance with implied social dissonance
the law states balance within its inherent course
as bars of gold shimmering on such elegance
kept and hidden down below to the very source

The intermittence of a fraction can collapse a whole
like gulls predicting low clouds, squalls of driving rain
a calamity to the inexorable
the inevitable, Earth's worst tormenting bane

Containing equilibrium's an arduous task
a significant factor man must not neglect
free will's an obligation, with no questions asked
at someone's beck and call, a stronghold to protect

Copyright © Jeffrey dela Cruz | Year Posted 2015

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Southern Cross - The Old Lady of the Sea

 Built in a Belfast shipyard
for the Shaw Savill 'n Albion Line,
 on her flagstaff wind 'n lee
flew the Southern Cross ensign,
 down a slipway to the sea
launched by Her Majesty

 Behold her pale eau de nil
green 'n pale painted hull of grey,
 at twenty knots her rate
at twenty thousand tons aweigh.
 On the seas a ship of fate
the world to circumnavigate

 To sail the Empire far 'n wide
from Southampton to Trinidad,
 from where ship to shore
I waved goodbye as a young lad,
 till far in the distance I saw
my home to be nevermore

  Smoke from her aft funnel
 into the big Caribbean sky blew,
  and set a course westerly
 by her merchant captain 'n crew,
  when to every port 'n quay
 across the ocean she carried me

  I remember gazing in awe
 up 'n down her length 'n beam,
  at the mighty waves below
 and how sea 'n ship did gleam.
  Thru canal gates under tow
 winding our way lazy 'n slow

  Crossing the equator I saw
 old Davy Jones 'n King Neptune,
  rising up out of the deep
'neath a high December moon,
  till in safe passage 'n keep
 back to the depths they leap

  On Far East final voyage 
 alas her end would not be long,
  beached on a tidal seaway
 sold 'n scrapped in Chittagong.
  A line flagship in her day
 stripped bare where she lay

  Out on Oceania as a Boy
 in the lido deck pool I did dive,
  the Southern Cross 'n me
 would our long voyage arrive,
  on in all her hope 'n glory
 this grand old lady of the sea

             May 2017

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2017

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Unlocks hearts and minds 
To the beauty of UNITY

Where hate is dead 
Love lives for eternity

And the cloud's silver lining
Beholds a GOLDEN OpportUNITY...



Where all religions are respected 
Intolerance, injustice, soundly rejected


Where all cultures are embraced
Where there's a place at the table for the whole human race


Where all colors of the rainbow...
All ethnicities and creeds have a voice and a say so


We renounce the sex offender
Who divides and conquers by attacking gender


Opens up the world
To Peace, Harmony and UNITY

Copyright 2016   Iger Rolyat   All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Iger Rolyat | Year Posted 2016

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My Darling Daughter

My darling daughter

My darling daughter ,
When I look into your eyes what do I see?
I see black beauty, that looks like me.

I see a warm heart, and gentle soul.
I see someone the world, 
is grateful to behold.

My darling daughter, 
I want only the best for you,
And for you, there is nothing, 
that I wouldn't do.

You are my star, in the midnight sky,
No one else compares,
 so they need not try.

You are the icing, on the cake,
And my love for you, 
keeps me awake!

I don't want, to ever stand in your way.
So I get on my knees, and I begin to pray.

I ask God to protect you always, 
And May you never forget, 
to give him the praise.

My darling daughter,
 you are truly a blessing,
And my love for you,
I can't help confessing.

I want the world to know exactly how I feel,
That you are no small part of me,
But, a really big deal!

My darling daughter, 
I will always stand by your side. 
I'll be your mentor, I'll be your guide.

I'll be your help when you need a hand.
I'll be your feet when you're unable to stand

I'll be you voice when you can't speak,
I'll be your strength when you are weak.

Whenever you look back,
You will find,
That your mother, 
is only two steps behind.

My darling daughter,
On me, you can always depend,
I'm not just your mother,
I'm your best friend!

Copyright © Bonita Mercado | Year Posted 2017

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On solid familiar fertile ground
My humbled set of feet stand
I work diligently avoiding demand

Total Independence, I tried and found
Trials and problems, I did mount
Indeed like a boxer, I pound and been pound
A fight not in ring but on land

There are teardrops in my eyes
There are laughter and smiles you saw
There are shoutouts I said in law
There are memories I leave raw

Who will come to cherish these?
Who will come to pass these?
Who will come and do the same?
Not for money, power or fame

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God bless us always….. >> Olive Eloisa ? 

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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A Song for Teachers You Made Our Life Beautiful

It began all from nursery
When I was little child
And when I always used to cry
You came and wiped my eyes

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who gave us wings to fly
Who always gave a helping hand
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

<<< >>>

When I look back to my past
I used to be very shy
You inspired me in such a way
I could see my childhood fly

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who motivate students through
In the tough times you’ve been with us
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

<<< >>>

You made a difference in our lives
Every time when we grew
You made our minds grow strong
One child at a time

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who loved us like their child
You never left us all alone
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

Copyright © Sujish Kandampully | Year Posted 2016

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To A Missing Love

I miss the days,
We shared together,
And the love we shared,
When it was there,
Believe it or not,
My love for you,
Will always remain,
In my heart,
No matter where you may go,
For we have been,
Through a whole lot together,
That shows my love for you,
Is as true as it becomes,
For one day you will see,
That no one will stand beside you,
The way that I have,
During these troubled times,
And never leave your side,
To be there through thick and thin,
The way I was for you,
Being very true during each forsaken time,
Even though you were pushing me away,
By doing what you did,
Which caused us many problems,
I felt as if everyone else mattered,
More to you,
Than me.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin

La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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how do you have time to be so charming

Oh Romeo ' where out thou is the first of all thoughts 
how do you have the time to enchant ones soul 
your words of sheer beauty come so easily for you 

There must be Juliet at home  in her heart only for you does her passion grow
Yes you are charming and very witty as though you have lived many lives 
many lives over and over again,  to seduce with words you control

you are one with imagination 
you are one of God's creations 

still I am left to wonder 
how many loves you have written too

In writing I love and in writing I can shed my thoughts 
never wishing to hurt another's soul
for it is she I wish you stay , her tears do not flow 

respectfully thinking of how romantic you are 
careful not to be caught in a tornado of thoughts throughout my day 
I am here to write not be captivated by your magic spell weaved  

There's a Juliet I must imagine , beautiful , loyal ,  most stunning ,  waiting for you 
In love she cooks she bakes , she lives she awaits 
For how could one like you not have found true love .

How do you find the time in the day , to love so gracefully in words shared
My thoughts are taken for minutes of the day with you I am impaired
You know who you are don't you , you must , how many hearts have thou Broken Oh Romeo , through desire and lust .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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A Merry Band of Adventurers Part 1 of 2

There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2

Written & Copyrighted By:  MoonBee Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013