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Details | Dramatic Verse |

           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
Pal
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 | Light Poetry |
The father who loses a son
The lover left all but alone

The child who loses a dog
The clown who loses his nose

The day grandpa fades into the past
The night when the house is no longer there

The lady of the evening anticipating
No one in her boudoir, silence screaming

The season when all the flowers die
The time when war drums beat

My brother who drowned in the sea
His passing became my very own misery

The blind man with no visions
Scavenging for the eyes of the cow

The clouds that made the rain
The villages washed away in pain

The invisible and the black plaques
Humanity in numbers falling prey

The lovely lady in red
Murdered for her diamond ring

The bride to be, in all her glory
Heartbeat stolen in a medical robbery

The singer in the opera
Her tongue cut, cultural slaughter

Teenage lovers, in lustful love
Driving drunk to their graves

The high school queen on display
Later Shivering and no teeth, no graceful ways

The timeless horrors of age
That shall capture the balance of us happy souls

Lest we forget the dead born
Losing the chance to shed even one tear

Strangers all, I promise we shall meet
The final boarding call, the graveyard is terminal C

When you stare into a stranger’s eye
Remember these wistful ponderings

We all have suffered loss and pain
The smile and compassion you offer to all

Never shall this be in vain

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015




Details | Couplet |
Death is not the end,
For love goes on
And you will find the evidence
Long after I have gone.
The flowers that we planted
Will blossom without end,
You’ll find me in their beauty
As to their needs you tend.
The books we read together,
The laughter in the pages,
Will continue to give pleasure
To you throughout the ages.
So do not mourn my passing
You are not left alone,
You’ll always find me waiting
In the places we have known.
The bond that grew between us
Will not abate with time,
It will go on for always,
I’m yours and you are mine.

Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |
Lament for the Dead
buried deep beneath Twin Towers’ bloodstained rubbles my murdered loved one
a heartbroken heaven wept trapping joy in a time warp…
In memory of Alva Sanchez who was killed on September 11, 2001, during the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, in New York City; and dedicated to my nephew, Ryan who was left motherless. 02-11-2015

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 
For my life, it has died. 
For my life, it has died. 
Someone cry someone cry. 

My life was pretty, 
it was upright. 
She was the mother 
of all alive. 
She was murdered 
in broad daylight. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

In the vicious 
abyss of lies. 
Amongst the people 
verily lice, 
She lived a life 
of sacrifice. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

There are no mourners, 
there are no sighs. 
There is no sun 
in all the sky. 
The earth is frigid 
without a light. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

There is no justice, 
there are no cries. 
There is no noise 
of the uprights. 
Sin is pretending 
that all is right. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 
For my life, it has died, 
For my life, it has died. 
Someone cry someone cry.

Copyright © Alok Srivastava | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Memories Episode 7 … continued from ‘Running’ - (Memories Episode 6)  

This time I awake a complete wreck
Inconsolable sobbing wracks my body
This was no dream - it’s a total recall of all that has happened
Robbed by deception and greed
Of the one true thing in my life that I had left
Devastated in the knowledge that I am still here
That I have been spared in this ironic twist
Frustrated rage and sorrow makes me cry an ocean

Who so ever says that - ‘tis better to have loved And lost - than never to have loved at all’ Has expressed mere words off a flippant tongue Has not seen a soul burn or tears of blood fall Nor witnessed love that has appeared but once Or Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and their tragic end Nor perceived true love’s departure that burned like acid rain Tennyson’s profound poetic words can never ever mend A heart that has shattered in a million bits No words of advice no matter how well meant Can repair these damaged lungs that cry out for air A plea for amnesia would doubtless be better sent No measure of anaesthesia can this pain erase Surrender to sweet amnesia this curse to replace
A widow now - still I glance at my ring less finger Feel around my neck - No all gone Like I know my beloved Jackson has too My ever attentive favourite nurse hurries over Sensing perhaps that my need for her Is more than ever now And through my hysterics I tell her that I now know Who I am Daniella Richards - A widow at only twenty three No family left or so it seems And still pregnant with my dead husbands baby She soothes me like only she knows how The woman exudes a certain calmness, kindness A true Angel put in an abode so fitting She brings me a hot cup of tea - and only after drinking that Am I allowed to tell her my story I tell her everything - from the time I first set eyes on Jackson To our first date - to him proposing - To my mother’s passing To his and Greg’s business - I hold back nothing I tell her that I would like to make a charge Could it be arranged that the police be called? There’s that quirky little smile on her face again She tells me that the police are right here They have always been here It seems that I have been under police protection all along This is not a perfect world and not every story has a happy ending - Or does it? Stay tuned - Much will be revealed soon, in the Final Episode…’Unchained’ Episode list in consecutive order: Memories - Episode 1 Blind Terror - (Memories Episode 2) Wistful Expectations - (Memories Episode 3) Deception - (Memories Episode 4) Run Run As Fast As You Can - (Memories Episode 5) Running - (Memories Episode 6) Amnesia - (Memories Episode 7) Video Clip - Guy Sebastian - ‘Amnesia’ - Published October 14 2012

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |
Where phantoms dwell in halls beyond recall
Bound to fate in cells of sanity’s fall 
Where souls were left to hunt their past
Cold, lost, bereft. A wasteland vast

Whence I will run, and seek through tombs,
Forget the sun as dark thunder looms.
She too dwells here, a child of strange charms.
Wounds to sear, bled out in late arms.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |
Lost And Alone, Surviving Cold, Hard Streets

Hole in her heart matched the hole in her dress
She was now alone, life was such a mess.
First that truly great job had flown away
Her fine house destroyed by fire next day.

Monday came, more darkness with its ill wind
Death had finally taken her last friend.
Now sorrow, ate its way into her soul
Life wrecked, fate had taken its heavy toll.

On brutal streets she found an alley home
She, penniless and childless had to roam.
She had no choice but to try to survive
Now so weak, just barely staying alive.

Why she asked, had such calamity came
Was not she and her heart one and the same?

Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet

Fate delivers its great and deep sorrow in so many sad ways.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Cast into barren deserts of sorrow
no real joy and no hope for tomorrow
In burning darkness and hot blasting sand
endless sad tunes from destiny's band.

Nights are so cold and without future plans
sorrow's furnace blows its misery fans
Death, your deep, clawed grasp has taken this soul
I, walking shadow, now with no life goal.

Every new dawn, hot sun bakes and defeats
this tired old beating heart with thirst it treats
Hours pass as years, I find no real relief 
from deepest caverns of this epic grief.

Yet a spark in this lost soul still ignites
faith in my mind, I shall win future fights.

 7-21-2017


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.


Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say, 
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

And he was always right,
Never missed a color, fabric, style or size.
He even knew the necessary alterations.
Customers couldn’t believe their ears and eyes.

Meanwhile, in another part of town,
Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine
For every minute for more than five years,
It had driven him near insane.

He’d lost his job to the pain.
Then, he lost his wife.
He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept.
Yes, his was a miserable life.

And, of course,  sex was out of the question…
Even a little self-abuse.
There was nothing left for Joe but pain.
He felt his life was of no use.

So, Joe went to his doctor.
“Doc, please help me end this pain.
Give me something to make me sleep
And never wake up again.”

“You know I can’t assist your suicide.”,
Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed.
“I never dreamed it would last five years,
But I know how to end the pain.”

“You can make it go away?!
Tell me, Doc!  What’s the word?”
“I’ll have to remove your testicles.”
Was the last thing that Joe heard.

But…when he came to, it struck him.
Sex was out of the question anyway;
But he might enjoy his meals again,
And he could sleep for days.

“Please check me in, Doc.
This opportunity I cannot shirk.”
So, the doctor removed his testicles.
He did his very best work.

A few days later, Joe waddled along,
Headache free and feeling pretty nice;
But every attractive woman he saw 
Reminded him of his sacrifice.

He decided it was appropriate
To do something nice for himself for a change.
So, he went into a travel agency;
And a six month cruise he arranged.

As he left the travel agency,
He was excited, feeling ready to go;
But for such a glorious adventure,
He would need new clothes.

As he walked along, he saw Bob’s Men's Store.
He walked in, only to hear Bob say,
“Hello.  I’m Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

“How could you know?” asked Joe.
“It’s a gift.  I don’t know how, but I do.
You’ve suffered five years with an ailment,
Found relief, so now you’re taking a cruise.” 

Joe could not believe his ears.
How could this stranger possibly know?
"You're right! That's amazing!
And I'm going to need new clothes." 

Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe
All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size.
Joe was incredibly impressed.
He could hardly believe his ears and eyes.

“How do you like the wardrobe?”
“It’s wonderful!”  Bob could see that Joe was pleased.
“Now,” said Bob, “What about undergarments;
You know…shorts and tees?

Let’s see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton.
I believe that you prefer white….
And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s.
Yes, I'm sure that’s right.”

Joe beamed, “You’re an amazing talent
And I just this second realized,
You've laid out this entire wardrobe
And only missed one size.”

Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, “Really?
What did I miss?  I did my best for you.”
“Well…you’re right.” said Joe, “I do wear Jockeys,
But…well…I wear 32s.

“Oh, no!” said Bob with an ugly grimace.
“That would be a serious mistake.
Thirty-twos will cramp your balls, 
You’ll get migraine headaches.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |
Even after sixteen years still I cry your daughters tears Every year on this day, will always be sad known only as the date, God took my dad 1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997 Allan Thomas Holmes

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph |
You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
At the end of life, in a worn shoe lies the story of 
a man's life written by foot:
At its tip we see lashings of the million journeys 
he attempted, 
And in its emptiness the stinging image of loss.
Its fine style recalls the happy eyes that once shone 
upon it, 
And from its stillness memories of a journey cut 
short erupt.
Beneath the shoe lie the harsh strokes of the road 
he trod—here a gaping sole and there a tilted heel—
And on its wavy skin we see the rise and fall of 
bygone fortune.
In its general look we see the stamp of the wearer's 
character: here his caring side & there his daring side.  
And so at death we learn that a foot is too small a thing 
to fill a worn shoe:
It’s the memories that do--solid memories and broken hopes.

Copyright © Agona Apell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013



Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
Often I think of him 
his sweet quick smile
bright blue eyes
smooth clear skin 
I dream of him water skiing
playing ball  
hockey with friends 
so young and strong 
sometimes he is reaching for me
for a goodby hug which hurts the most
because he never did say goodby 
the night he died 
it was so sudden there was no time 
to really know what was happening 
my last embrace of shock and pain 
so sharp it could have been a knife 
piercing my very soul 
a vicious kick in the stomach 
an agony like no other 
none even close since 
my boy, my child 
my heart ripped out ragged and torn 
throbbing in wait of relief
from a constant nightmare     

Copyright © Betty Bateson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Musaddas |
My sorrow, is overwhelming my 'entire' soul for my jaded life, my dear "Nath" would be the next breath taken away Why does God continue taking those who play the most critical rolls my life will never come to see any hint of ease no way Heart heavy loss and pain all consuming me again God, I plea with you leave me those that I love for just a day It's become that time of the year my Nathan was taken with the swine's curse tears flood my entire being, why do you always insist I live entirely 'alone' Sorrow just in this year now at 'half point' has finally taken the 'full' toll I no longer see, any thing as my destiny that I shall 'exude' When, will it 'ever' be my turn, I wait..to become the next called to heaven am" I not worthy, of your abundant grace? You, seem to take 'everyone' I 'entrust' to a faraway land Nathan Reide' these are my tears containing, the 'most sorrow' I've ever let fall But, every memory of you and me, stop all of the pain just, another pain and despair to add to my life's endurance 'till' I long, for peace, joy and 'any' kind of life would do me, at this point of my life, I can not take anymore, seriously, lighten up on me! I fear in new friends, how long..before you conclude they too will end You bless me with a loving husband, mother, father, niece When do you think you might, 'let' me see them... this is my plea returning me back into church, I am in need off being blessed How 'come' you did take that away from me? faith in me stayed 'strong' you alone know the extent I need to move 'now' I have stayed still, and achieved what I think I was to become a poet I assume that was 'my reason' why you kept here With that now in full swing can you now spread my wings You are 'overpowering' my soul, and I now do as I am told patience never was my best strength, have I 'not' proved to you I'm completely at your mercy, you are the entity that drives the heart of me with all that, I need a break between all these sorrowful times, may I now move This is the deepest of despair, I have ever endured, please see me through I am more than 'positive' I WILL NOT make it through, another emotional trial Not to be left here, still bleeding the way I still am... darkness has taking more of my light I'm loosing all sight, of who is me My heart full of anguish and grief, depression takes her advantage, of the ease I have nothing worth finding joy or enlightenment anyway, she will have me I don't have any strength to even consider the thought of even trying this time in defending myself against her this time She only win's by default...

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |
I remember your smile that twinkle in your eye,
you could make us laugh until we would cry.
Fishing and crabbing trips and your love of the sea,
all of these are now a part of me.
Whenever someone called you were always there,
a heart of gold you always cared.
Now you're playing cards up in the sky,
forgive me if a tear comes to my eye.
Remembering all the things we would do,
Uncle Jimmy I will never forget you.


JSergi

Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |
A total Jedi mind f*ck from Hell is what this is. I feel like a nuclear bomb has exploded in 
my mind of Hiroshima proportions and I am on the brink of a Chernobyl meltdown. 
Bewildered may be the best description of what I am feeling right now. I cannot process 
anything; I feel like I am in total and utter f*cking shock. I apologize for the expletives; 
I normally never curse when I write because I find it uncouth, but I have to get these 
feelings out; I know if I don't, I will want to cut, which is the last thing in the world I want to 
do. God knows I have enough scars; I don't need or want anymore.

From great pain comes great inspiration, I believe. Even though my mind is positively 
reeling at this very moment as I type, I feel exponentially inspired. I am completely 
overwhelmed emotionally, and I have just now stopped sobbing and weeping enough to 
write; to get these horrid feelings out of me.

Even the smallest of troubles or strife turn into absolute tragedy and catastrophe in my 
mind; I cannot help or control it, and God knows I wish I could. I "catastrophize" everything.

My best friend of 15 years just called me and told me she was moving to Alabama. I 
shouldn't even say "best friend" for she is more like a sister to me. Always, always she 
has been close by and been there for me as I have been for her, and now she is moving 
what seems like galaxies away from me, and the pain I am feeling is so tremendous and 
shocking; so unnerving and vexing and tormenting and afflicting...I could go on forever 
with melancholy and exasperating adjectives and descriptions. In my mind, she is dead 
and I am hosting the funeral in my brain. That's totally insane; I understand that, but at 
this moment I am NOT rational. For a moment after I stopped crying my eyes out, I 
almost felt catatonic. In my partner's arms, I just wept as he held me; I was shaking 
and shuddering furiously. I feel lost. I haven't felt this powerless or helpless since my 
grandparents died. She is moving away and there is nothing I can do about it. I am 
a horrible and selfish human being for I want her to stay, so desperate do I feel. 
Wendy, my sister, my best friend, my partner in crime; my cohort, consort, comrade, 
co-conspirator: you who know me best, inside and out, like a book...you are leaving me,
and my sorrow is swallowing me whole- devouring me like an angry, rabid beast. Don't 
go; don't leave me. With every fiber of my being I wish you to stay, but you've made up 
your mind and told me your decision at the worst possible time, when I am already too 
stressed to deal with or process this kind of pain and anguish in a healthy way. I'm ready 
to hit the bottles: whisky and Lortab. They will ease the pain and will quell the compulsion 
to cut.

This is the most personal blog I have written. I didn't know what else to do but turn this 
despair into words to help ease the heartache and suffering. If anyone cares, I need 
support right now. I need prayers and well wishes and good vibes; I am about to crumble 
to pieces. I feel like the proverbial rug has been pulled out from under my feet and I don't 
know what to do. This is the worst feeling in the world. Uncertainty is truly the worst of all 
ailments.

~Chan 

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |
In my cradle,
My tiny body was cradled
In my mothers arms.
My gem among gems,
I remember when I cried
You comforted me with 
your soothing words.
Your re-assuring hands
Secured me till Death's 
Cold hands snatched you 
From me,a sucker I was
That needed you most.
Adieu! Sweet mum till 
We cross paths again!







Written by:
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
A warm tear in my eye
As I just wonder why
Why you had to leave me, fly away far
Now for you, alone, I wish to our star

There's so many love songs
I'll play them all, and think of you
I loved everything you were
Loved everything you do

Rise and shine on another day, with you away
All alone I am now, with nothing much to say
Your face is always in my mind
As I dream of the best I'll ever find

These Words To You, my love
I'll write them in a letter
And seal it with a kiss
In hopes that I'll feel better
To the one I miss

Girls that don't ask for much
Oh how they deserve it all
And as this love was such
She's leading to my fall

Her big beautiful eyes
A bold and loving brown
Still makes my heart fly
But still makes my lips frown

And that dirty golden hair
Always tied neatly back
So smooth and curly and long
Got my heart out of whack

These Words To You, my love
I'll write them in a letter
And seal it with a kiss
In hopes that I'll feel better
To the one I miss

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |
war
How has it dawn on us so soon when we hadn’t even achieved much?
Why has the marketplace ceased to buy and sell so scanty the streets wither away
The clouds becomes more darkened as smokes ascend randomly our fields are on fire
We can feel the rain but it has lost its coldness

I hear more voices than I usually heard
This time of crying and wailing rather than chatting and hailing
Voices
chanting and singing songs of war
Dust and gun powders like fog fill the air,
with great rumble the battle rages
The long night tarry on nobody has awakened
Some privileged to pass on to the other side
Total transmission from what we see now
Carcasses litter the streets as we run from pillar to post
Yet not so sure where the lot may fall
Great assets lost in hot zones, they shouldn’t have taken the guns,
Gravesides more frequent than bedsides

When did we become such serious foes?
That tears can’t seem to mend?
We let our children die by our own hands and still squeeze our sorry faces
How valuable is this trophy, hope it’s worth the pains we are feeling now?

We match in battalions, onward we go
Faces brimming with boldness and courage,
Though fear still takes its partition
We leave behind loved ones not so sure,
like walking into the lions cave to kill or be killed
Jumping over strip wires, nice try
Only to step on landmines
A time to team up with death taking from one end
While it continues from the other side in its own way
Orphans, widows and widowers we make at will that which we had once pitied
What caused this sudden change?
So unfortunate many fighting ignorantly yet arrogantly

Now we pull down our once fancied walls to build more refugee camps and fill them
We overstretching science and make of men expendables
A time we show how much we can take

What we depict now is wickedness rather than strength
In this game
Winners are
Always
Rude

Copyright © victor nwakanma | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
What do I say now? Where do I start?
Without you beside me, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, know it isn't too smart
But I See You Everywhere, oh my poor heart

Love in her ways
She drifts slowly past me
A spring in her step
Oh she's moving too fastly
Upside down now
She turns my heart and soul
Reflecting in my mind
And in my heart, a hole
Every time she crosses my mind
I'm reminded of the pain
No chance to love her
She'll forget my name

So what do I say now? And where do I start?
Because without you beside me girl, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, I know it isn't too smart
But I Still See You Everywhere, and oh my poor heart

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |
When night face appears:

  Hades erupts with the 
hammer of death,stiring 
the waters.
Lemures dashing forth 
and back preying on 
wandering souls-tell-tale 
odor pervading the 
atmosphere.
Resistance is like chasing 
shadows.
Shackles of bondage 
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains 
and fetters.
   Howling winds 
harmonize with howls of 
night marmosets- 
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread 
like cancer: a norm of the 
day.
Mountains of carcasses 
caressing the sky.
  The world becomes 
scene of blood bath,
carnages mounting, 
screams perforating the 
atmosphere.
   Long ago,a human 
phoenix lived and died-lo 
he lives!
(Carpe diem)! He offers 
hands of goodwill with 
beaming smiles.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |
designed elections
a corporate personhood
money is free speech

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
WHERE THERE SHOULD BE THE PITTER PATTER OF LIL FEET AND BUTTERFLY KISSES THERE IS A COLD SILENCE AND BITTER TEARS,WHEN THERE SHOULD BE EARLY MORNING CARTOONS CERAL SPILLS IN MY BED THERE IS ONLY DARKNESS AND COLD SHEETS, A THEIF CAME IN MY HOUSE AND I NEVER EVEN KNEW I LOOKED HIM IN HIS EYES AND THOUGHT HE LOVED YOU
I TRUSTED HIM WITH YOUR MOMMY AND THOUGHT YOUD BE SAFE I NEVER IMAGINED WE'D BE HERE AT THIS PLACE,A THIEF IN THE NIGHT CAME IN MY HOUSE ONE DAY STEALING YOUR MOMMMYS HOPES AND DREAMS AND LEAVING WITH YOU HE TOOK YOUR PRECIOUS SMILE, AND LAUGHTER TOO, HE TOOK AWAY OUR FUTURE THIS MONSTER IN OUR HOUSE THAT WE NEVER EVEN KNEW! HE USED THE NAME OF GOD AND SPOKE WELL TOO HE WORE A MASK OF KINDNESS THEN ROBBED US THROUGH AND THROUGH, EACH DAY IS FOR EVER LACKING AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME I SHOULD BE TEACHING YOU TO COUNT NOW AND EVEN SPELL YOUR NAME, I KNOW YOUR IN HEAVEN AND I TRY TO PUSH THROUGH, I WATCH YOUR MOMMY TRY TO FIND HER WAY NOT UNDERSTANDING HOW SHE NEVER KNEW, I KNOW WE HAVE TO MOVE ON SOMEHOW AND APRECIATE THE LIFE WE HAVE LEFT BUT IT JUST GETS SO HARD SOMETIMES WITHOUT YOU IN OUR PATH I PRAY EACH DAY FOR STRENGTH AND PEACE FOR OUR FAMILY THAT MISSES YOU BUT EVERY TIME I SEE A CHILD I WISH IT COULD BE YOU, I WAS BLESSED TO BE YOUR NANA AND I DONT KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO DEAL I SEE FRIENDS WITH THEIR GRANDBABIES AND IT JUST DOESNT SEEM REAL I WISH I COULD WAKE UP FROM THIS TERRIBLE NIGHT MARE, OR EVEN WAKE UP IN HEAVEN CAUSE ATLEAST YOU'LL BE THERE!

Copyright © Angela Martin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic monologue |
One day at a time
With the delusion of anger,
falling from my eyes,
The veil of bitterness,
Torn from the one I despised,
My heart withers in my chest
The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame
That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name.
I cannot believe I’ve lived alongside you for so long
And missed the chorus of a lover’s  refrain.
We like strangers in the night
Ships passing by on a foggy sea,
Have rediscovered each other again,
Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting,
Forever changed by the crimson stain,
Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain.
One day at a time, we live for these moments,
One day at a time, is all we are given,
And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories
That we will share over a lifetime.

Copyright © Angel fire | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |
Three thousand names they call out on that day;
now fifteen years they've solemnized the date
so labeled 'Nine-Eleven', to now stay
within our memories as tragic fate.

But listening to names cannot compare
to heartache stirred by this museum wall.
That 'Wall of Faces', staring into air...
those vibrant lives now silent in this hall.

There seems to be no end to photos lined
on panels wrapped around the room; we grasp
indeed how many lost their lives...resigned
to shock as each face comes to life, we gasp.

This Wall of Faces makes the list of names
seem weak in stirring deep emotion's hurt.
Instead of words, each smile there studied aims
to let the viewer's horror reassert.

Those mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, too
small children, grandparents, spouses and friends...
their sparkling eyes that danced with life in view,
were closed forever with such tragic ends.

This Wall of Faces shares some history
with facts and stories offered on each one,
up close and personal, their lives to see...
so many hopes and dreams became undone.


Sandra M. Haight

~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: The Wall
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 10/29/2016


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

Details | Senryu |
midnight explodes, cheers, sings
life for the new year begins
a mother still wears black

Copyright © JoanMarie Peranteau | Year Posted 2015