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Details | Choka |
if she permitted
i would have curled in a ball
in a dark closet somewhere
and wept my whole life
“too many tears are too much“
“grief is a bottomless pit”....

i read a MAAD book
that lectured me on coping
with a loved one lost
of an only son
‘lean into it’ they advised
i learned not to lean

i learned my lesson
the lesson was not to lean
on anyone but myself
and my late lost wife
i knelt face down on his rug
she came and knelt over me
when we heard the news
the news of our worst nightmare
our nightmare come true
six months of eternity
so it seemed----she knelt once more:
“it’s time to move on”...

(to this day i’ve not heeded
her advice twelve years after)

Submitted for: Anthony Slausen’s 'Moving On’ contest

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |
I loved our time together late at night
Love's sanctuary in each others arms
Unwinding and unraveling what's tight
Those years I spent succumbing to your charms

Initially, those hills we climbed were rough
Our boundaries were drawn with compromise
That look you gave me when you'd had enough
Approval of my worth in ardent sighs

But now to mem'ries I've become a slave
Each day I live, I pray to be my last
To sleep beside you even in my grave
Reclaiming love that saved me in the past

The love you gave still warms my broken heart
It's lonely picking up the scattered parts.

    an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |
Terrific Tremendious Turbulent 
Trip Taken Through Time That
Truly Tempted Those Tempered
To Titter Transforming Transparent
Titillating Tenacious Transferred
Trophies Trying Transliterating
Title Transgressing Temptation.

Now you figure it out Contest
with words starting with the
presumable same letter. Ain't
English great.

Jim Horn, Soothsayer 
and also Word Slayer

PS. It sure is sick alright.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Are there robins hopping my frozen ground?
Sound of widowers voices all around.
Chilled to the bone, I make nary a sound.
My suit and tie are not keeping me warm.

Icy northern winds blowing in a storm,
I'm not feeling myself, out of the norm.
I feel my eyelids, the icicles form.
In the distance I hear taps being played.

Silent sobs emitted, my nerves are frayed.
Even in knee deep snow they knelt and prayed.
But there's nobody home, I am afraid.
I am not here, only my thoughts remain.

Taps is finished, such a solemn refrain.
Maybe it's me, am I going insane?
One mirror glance and I'd suffer disdain.
Someone has stolen my salt-pepper locks.

Moths have digested my Christmas wool socks.
Someday I will think outside of this box.
Wake me up if opportunity knocks.
Are there robins hopping my frozen ground?

Written 12/23/2017
Contest:  Rhyme Time III
Host:  Laura Loo

Copyright © Rhoda Tripp | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

I remember the first time we met you came round for a coffee. 
I remember it well, we sat talking for hours, just you and me.
Over the next few years, We must have drunk hundreds of cups.
Life was a roll of downs, Then ups. 
I remember the first time I met your Mum. All dressed in pale blue.
I think she was going to some special do.

I remember Jills first birthday party, even the  dress she wore.
The house was full of friends and family and more.
Val and Grandma, Carol and Jane all of their familys as well.
The house was packed, certainly a tale to tell.
The Bell Inn at Ingolmells where we all went for a drink.
Then round to our caravan, coffees to sink.

I remember Claire as a child, the hours she used to spend at our home.
Every Monday on the way to Slimming World she got credit for her phone.
I remember all the things she used to help me with. shopping, baking, 
washing the dishes the cups and the plates.
All this before she was even eight.
I remember so many things that we used to do. The bonfire parties at your 
All the same crowd their having the time of their lives.

Then the big bash for my big Five O.
I wanted a really big show.
So we prepared all the food at your house, Then carried it all over to mine.
Only just got it all ready in time.
I did the cake it was a huge chocolate train.
Something big enough to get all the candles on was my aim.

Life throws some really awful things at you.
Some so bad you  just don’t know what to do.
Our friendship spanned almost  thirty years
A lot of fun a lot of tears.
When the police came round to our house that night, I didn’t even realize you 
had gone.
I thought you were just ill again, I found out almost a week later on

Especially as we had only been chatting a couple or so weeks before, About 
the past.
On that day you looked so well with all your make up on, I thought you were 
on the mend at last.
On your birthday in May I thought of you, 
All the things we had been through,          Rest in peace. Love  Pat

Copyright © pat dring | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |
I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...

Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |
Time moves on and the water drips

January is the new year and new oaths

A promise to be better and to lose a few

Wind,cold and the back aches with shoveling

February promises lurking and hope he sees his shadow

Minutes pass as the Sun sets

Windshield wipers frozen

March and the first bud

Birds are busy and start building 

Wish I knew what they were saying

April and clocks spring forward

Lose another hour and the faucet still drips

Rain and rain and more rain

Will it end

May I look in the mirror

More lines and the face sagging

Getting warm and the flowers

June and the Sun

Nothing can hold me

Walk a little less and eat a bit more

July I become independent 

The face doesn't listen and the spots grow darker

That Sun and burn

Can I catch a breeze

August I'm getting used to it

The back has a new ache and the hole begins

Dig a little now ,I'm going to need it

September and a fresh breeze and the boys are back

Every Sunday I watch with a new hope

Can't wait for next week 

October and the trees remember

Turn from green to red and the drip

I need to fix that leak

Has it been that long, seems like just yesterday

November and it's colder now

Feel a new pain and the clock 

That clock that never mattered when I was young

December and the music

Shop with the people and the back sings along

Has it been another year

I promise to do better but can I sleep a little more

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
What could I say that you don't already know 
One last word to share with you before you have to go

After 9 years of being loved and loving everyday 
Was there really anything at all that we have left to say

I loved you every second, every moment since we met 
You had the strongest sweetest soul I've come to know here yet

I think my greatest comfort since we met until you passed 
Is I know I spent my time with you as if it were my last

It really didn't shock me that you didn't stay so long 
The angel wings you flew in on have always fluttered strong 

It's funny when I think of all the things I did, and see 
If I was here to care for you or you to care for me?

And so it's time to say farewell I'll do the best I can 
Until we're reunited my soft, sweet, bossy little man!

Copyright © SCOTT HARRIS | Year Posted 2014

Details | List |
Minutes tick
Calendar pages turn
Decade to decades
The time of appointment
The soul clutches
Death arrives

Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
 As I stand here in front of my closet , starring in to the space...
I wonder which black dress to choose, and how I am going to face..
All the guests that will be there, at your final resting place...
I look in the mirror and what do I see  ?
But cuts and scratches all over me...
Although I don’t feel any physical pain...
Oh, what’s that I hear?... could it be rain ?
I miss you already...just what went wrong ?..
We were driving along just listening to our favorite song...
I remember the curve on that old mountain road...
And then heard the train crash... and then explode...
Time to go called out my Mother...
It was a cold November morning, and very heavy rain...
And I swear I heard the whistle of a train...
As I looked around I could see...
So many friends and family...
Standing in the crowd was Aunt Sarah and Uncle Fred...
OMG  ! I thought they were dead...
And there’s dear old Michael...
I had heard he crashed his motorcycle...
All of a sudden I saw YOU stand...
With a bright red rose, you held in your hand...
What are you doing I wanted to shout...
But then I realized what you were about...
You dropped the rose upon MY grave...
It was then I realized... You  were the one, that was saved...

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |
         When is the time 
When is the time for unity
I feel may be not too sooner 
Not Until we place love above all
Known as God

When is the time for peace 
I feel may be not yet now 
As it is 
our ignorance is like 
A wall in between the space 
Of our joy from love 

When is the time for joy 
Not until all human are 
Equal as one in love.

When is the time for love
I wish as I write
The time is now
For until then 
The world will finally 
Find here on earth the long
Awaited heaven.

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

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 | Lyric |
Time Out
'Wake up' the cocks say
I saw the sun and forgot to pray
Then my memory brought forth evil deeds I recorded yesterday.
At a point, my instinct chastised,
but couldn't override the pleasures the evil scenes brought to my entire being.
'Do it once again' my tickled treacherous thought told
In the aftermath, my sober spirit screamed, as though he threw a tantrum.
He said 'this could be your all in this kingdom'
Yet the rest of me became deafened.
So I wore my shirt of pride,
Trousers of deceit,
For blasphemy, my feet already had it,
Finally, spectacles of fornication, so my flirtatious balls I could hide.
Just a step from the room, I lost my way
Oh God! How I wished I could pray.
My spirit was right, It was my last day.
I was given a last moment to change my fate.
But I couldn't, now it's late
Because I am speaking from the grave
If you have breath, please be saved
Before you  leave like I am speaking from the grave.

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
aching deep within
reaching out beyond the veil
never forgotten

All Aboard
body and soul combine
for the ride of a lifetime –
no return tickets

Am I me
I think I am me
I think, therefore, I am me
I am me I think

Astral Womb
astral absorption
blends life continually -
soul's evolution

Bloodless Bond
born not of Mother
parent of necessity
destiny fulfilled

Coming up Trumps
sharing true friendship
noisily expelling gas
no inhibitions

blending of spirits
natures nectar decanted
life's vessel refilled

Deep Silence
deep silence roars out -
in straining to catch whispers
no one can hear it

deep thunder rumbling
silence envelopes the land
destiny draws near

Empty Noise
dry branches snapping
summer glory now faded
still tries to impress

Eternal Moments 
past, future, present
moments form eternity
time stays forever

Eternity Beckons
body discarded
spirit struggling upwards -
too late to grow wings

union of birth
union of death

Free Spirit
thundering of hoofs
freedom’s stampede of delight -
spirit unbroken

foggy perception
clarity of direction
avenues open

Night Fright
cloud creeps across moon
night whispers it's mysteries
concealed in darkness

Pendulum of Life
living in boredom
soul screams for activity
turmoil requires rest

Pendulum’s Swing
exist in cloud cuckoo land
life's pendulum swings

Pendulum’s Ride
enjoy all the ups
enjoy the extremities
enjoy all the downs

Post Mortem
Going through the veil -
Once life’s journey is a tale
Did your faith prevail

Self Pity
beyond human sight
loved ones find eternal joy
why does my soul ache

Time for Time
life's pathways beckon
moments joined into ages
cloaked by time's mantle

Time’s Call
friends not forgotten
re-union approaches
time's pathway beckons

True Vision
though vision is clear
perception can be blinded –
truth is in the soul


is reality

Poets Write
poets write
spilling blood as ink
makes one think

Ivor G Davies  ©

Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Are you still mine?
Where did you go?
You left without your keys and phone.
You took your breath
and left your bones.
You won’t reply.
Your lips are cold.
(How soon your softness turned to stone.)
Are you still mine?
Where did you go?
Can you reply without your phone?
You’re out of time
and I’m on hold.

But time goes by—
a second’s pass.
It won’t return;
We can’t go back,
but now you live
a different law.
To age and loss
you don’t belong.
Where did you go?
Are you still mine?
My every moment’s lost
to find. 

May 1, 2016
poem based on Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers
for Gren's Evergreens (Golden Oldies) # 2 - Poetry Contest

Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
Just one more time, 
to share precious moments.
Just one more time,
to share some laughter.
Just one more time,
to have another dance.
Just one more time
grant us a chance.
A chance to say, "I Love You,"
grant us many days not just a few.
A chance to hug you and cry,
given time to say goodbye.
A chance to just see a blue sky,
just one more chance for you, Phil and I.
God needs you to come home now,
to His Paradise that's oh so sweet.
So please my loving soulmate,
save me and Phil a seat.
We love you Mary and one day
you will spend eternal life with 
Phil and Diane~
Mary that is now our plans,
It's now left in God's hands.

Copyright © Diane Pennestri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |
Time Is An Eternal Book

Time is an eternal book with covers so worn
it embraces us even before we are born.
Pages may be long and very deeply stained
sadly in this life so much is unexplained!

There are pictures of our infamous deeds
proof of our fruits and barbaric seeds.
Times we refuse to help, those in dire need
They were bountiful crops, we were the weed!

Yet recorded also our moments of victories
times we gave of ourselves and loved others.
Life recorded complete with its mysteries
how nothing beats, sweet love of our mothers!

Near the end we may see that spilt ink is bad
Find it too late and our future so sad!

Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015

Note- A Sonnet , a Message and a Truth..
edit- "spilt" is spelled in its common usage and form not a spelling error by the author( *spilled).

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |

Time is too precious to waste.
Time has been wasted.
It flies with every blink.
Wasted, wasted on trivialities.
Baraka and mercy in time lost over time.
We can never regain lost times.
Relive the nightmare of our now realities.
Countries are in disarray.
People are at war.
The poor suffer more.
Youth without the hope of a decent future,
Time has shown us how wasteful we have been and still are.
Africa is one of the richest continents.
Africa is the poorest of the poor.
Famine, poverty grip the hearts and bodies of children.
Everybody too scared to speak their minds.
Raped by colonialism,
Raped by the west,
The instigators and third parties of all the chaos,
Time and time again they use the same strategy.
Half the world to blind to see how time has gone wasted.
The futures of our beloved Africa, in the hands of incompetent leaders
Greed in their hearts and blood on their hands,
Fall in the trap of divide and conquer.
Time precious, waits for no man
Wasted, wasted.

Copyright © Shining Bright | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Written by D. W. Breidenthal 

You take my breath away

I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away 
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster 

I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy 
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea

This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear 
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown

The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull 
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul 
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish

You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle 
On my own, but you stripped away the agony 
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!

You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise 
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night  

It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery  

I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow? 

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
Daddy, I wish I could talk to you one more time,
to feel you hug me, whisper it will all be okay.
  to know i can talk to you just a phone call away,
where I could call you ever day.
 To be able to share my good news with you,
or share a tear when I am afraid.
just one more day, before you went away.
just to kiss you, and say good-bye
just one more time to hold you close and say
I love you before you went away.

Copyright © angel new | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
They say it is their legal rights
For them to bear a firearm
But every time you see the news
its the innocent ones whose getting harm

Today a man walks in public school
Just a couple hours ago
Take so many innocent lives
Why? We will never know

cause he turn the gun on him self
and no one will ever know the reason
and 26 children lays dead
so the elites can have their hunting season

Parents Drop their kids this morning
To school and said their goodbyes
Not knowing it’s the last time
They will be looking in their little eyes

When some hears the gun fire
They hurriedly call 911
By the time the police arrives
26 innocent lives are gone

What do you say to them?
The families who lost love ones
Their whole lives are taken away
Because the politicians refuse to ban guns

How many more people must die
Before all guns are completely destroy
How can parents ever cope?
Not seeing their little girl and little boy

Its time president Obama stands up
And stop putting the children at risk
I’m sure the nation’s founding father
Never though it would be like this

If Abraham Lincoln and George Washington
Was alive to see this massacred of children
They would have change the laws
To Never to sell a gun again

But the rich politicians in America
Are safe with their body guards
And putting guns in the hands
of people who are completely mad?

Massacres in Columbine high school
And the premiere of batman
Shootings in shopping malls across america
To much guns in the wrong hands

We the people of USA
We can’t let our innocent die anymore
If we cant get them to ban guns
Them what the hell are we voting for

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

 When a family member is dying
 The whole family is plunged into despair. 
 It is heartbreaking to see a once active relative
 In a hospital bed in pain lying there

 It is hard to imagine that this is the same individual 
 Who was previously so active and full of life?
 It may feel  strange and uncomfortable to spend time
 With a loved one knowing their time has arrived

 Most of us feel helpless in the hospital 
 Seeing them there fighting to survive
 There may be an opportunity to share a moment 
 That you treasure for the rest of your life

 And on the day the heavenly father calls
 For them to return home to him
 The faith and hope that shines so bright
 Has all of a suddenly becomes dim

 But we must always have trust in the almighty
 For he is the creator of everything
 And we know he has a plan for all of us
 Regardless to what religion you believe in

 We will reflect on the lives of the departed
 The legacy that they has left behind
 And we know that their soul is around us
 So we keep looking out for that sign

 We will make mistakes because no one is perfect 
 And we can never please everyone
 But we have to think of what memory leave
 When we are dead and gone

 That day will come to all of us
 Children, young and old
 No one knows the time god will say
 Its time to leave this world

 And our deeds will be the key 
 To open or close heaven’s door
 If we crave Possessions and wealth
 It will mean nothing to us anymore

 We can never rewind our lives
 So we have to be careful of the role we play
 And imprints we leave in people lives
 Is what they will remember on that day?

 My very good friend father just past away
 And I feel her sorrow and pain
 But I know she love her father dearly
 And in her heart he will always remain

 And he is walking thru the gates of heaven
 Free of all sorrow and pain
 Where one day his family 
 Will see and greet him again

 We wish we can keep love ones save
 Shield and protected in our hearts
 Knowing they will always be there
 No matter what weather is on the charts

 But it all is just wishful thinking
 A fantasy we all have in our mind
 And that day will come to everyone
 For no one can stop the time

 If any thing ever happens to the woman 
 I love with all my heart and soul
 Will hold her in my arms forever
 And together we will leave this world

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Black raindrops race down the slick plastic coat
The muddy coal drops, fall one by one from the sleeve
That is empty.
The other hand, as black as the raindrops
Grips the sooty rail, attached to the sooty wall, of the sooty mine.

Black gold, chunks and dust, never quite settling on the ground
But on the hands and faces, and minds of the miners.
The empty sleeve’s arm
Lies in another mine a long way and time away
The man never smiles whilst down in the dark
For the dust does not permit any joy.

And when he cries,
No one knows;
For his tears are as black as the raindrops
Which run down his once-yellow coat.
His bone dry eyes
Have seen a thousand blacknesses
And have remembered every single one.

His arm in a mine far away
Still has a watch on the wrist (the Timex that his father gave him)
The hands have long since stopped moving around.
But, now, it matters not, for no one can see in perpetual night.

And now the man moves through the ink mist
Slaps his thigh, turns to the cage with a sigh
And rises to the laser-light day.

Copyright © Stuart Ackerman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph |

Saw us come, watched us grow
Will witness the day we must go...on
Saw us through the wounds we beared
Shared the tears we shed
For all we cared...
Lent us smiles that warmed our hearts
Never asked to be repaid
Like Mother's love 
Gives and gives...
Nurtures all we are
Like Father's foresight
Knows that day must come
When days must end.

Copyright 2016   Iger Rolyat   All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Iger Rolyat | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
The clock at the station strikes me sad
stuck at midnight or noon.
Its hands won’t tell which twelve.
But that’s not what strikes me sad,
not even the way you got off the train,
met me a block away
and seemed like you wanted to leave
the first second you set eyes on me.
You stood tall and dark and fidgety.
I couldn’t change your mind to make you stay.
And years later we are married
and you barely remember that autumn eve.
But not even that strikes me sad.
It’s the clock that stops when someone leaves.

April 8, 2017
for Open Poetry Contest 2

Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
I need nothing 
But the red setting sun
And to rest easy in the palm of night
With the prairie’s cool arms around me.
I came in on dirty horse hooves 
And lonely cowboys’ hats,
Blown far away from the cities
Where houses and bridges rise up.
I say nothing.
Old wooden fences and barbed wire
Can’t keep me out,
A scarf tied in a knot at the chin,
For I am in the wind.
You will find me
On children’s feet in late summer.
The farmer’s wife sweeps me out,
But I creep under her door
And hide in her cupboards.
I am not afraid of the chimneys
With their blue billowing towers.
For I am a bucket of ash in winter.
You have seen me
Lingering over corn fields, tall and upright,
Sticking to tassels and ears.
In the evening hours I am the dusk.
The farmer stuffs his hogs until they waddle.
He hacks them with cleavers
And hangs them on hooks.
I say nothing.
I have been driven out by the axe
That claims the timber
And I bite at the plow.
I cling to the wolf’s throat, choking.
It is I who holds all things together.
I was there on dark days
Among the killings of young men.
I was the last survivor 
When wars were fought.
I say nothing.
The rain and the sun and the wheat
Have haggled it over.
The rainbow in the east pledges
And the Colorado River boasts;
They will wash me away.
I flourish where the old things go,
Covering the writings on head stones.
It is all mine eventually.

Copyright © tammy swank | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
Don't wait for me! I’m flying breathlessly to find
The days I spent in search of summer skies
Or lying stung by fate and hopelessly resigned
To dire eternity, upon the Bridge of Sighs.

Don’t be distressed! I longed to vanish long ago,
Upon a gale of wind across the sea of time.
I thought that frank and dauntless youth could overthrow
The faded world and its inept design. 

Don’t linger here! Though I am roaming far away,
I am forever close and walk with you through life.
Think not too much of me, enjoy the passing day,
But raise a glass to me when joy is rife.

Find my poems and published poetry volumes at

Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
“What do you want to know about me? Ask me anything,”
He said, and for a moment before my father died I marveled
At the helpless transparency of life when it collides with
The orphaning of opportunities, the check-out of choices,
The abrogation of alternatives. 

A trillion moments strung into beads, each bead a word,
A gesture, an emotion, but once the string is covered,
It snaps under its own burden, and every bead hurtles
Floorward, away from the throat, into crevices and 
Drains, through open doorways and across cement pathways,

And Father, I might have said, had I answered quickly enough:
Shall I spend my days gathering the beads you so carefully
Strung around you, shall I catalogue each color and cut and
Reconstruct the patterns that made this your mystery,
While my own string grows and winds around my 
Mortal inarticulation? Or shall I collect the few rare stones
Of yours that once were polished by your perspiration,
Then add them to my own, so you disappear into me?

Or would you rather I search frantically for your extant pieces?
Scramble about on my knees, straining half-focusing eyes for
Naught? Fly through your cavalcade of minutes while I
Squander my own. I want to ask, my Father, I want to know

In those beads broken and scattered throughout creation,
Where was I when you gathered them in the sum of your years? 

Copyright © Garth von Buchholz | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |
When the river and the rolling stones come to say goodbye.
Tears beneath the wisdom refuse to die.
Happiness and sunshine are all but spent.
The days in the sun, the cold and wet.
The river flows the autumn grows the leaves start to die.
The smile leaves my face as the sun leaves the sky.
I look at the horizon, the darkness is due.
No sun in the sky just cold morning new.
The cold up on the withered heath, the wind is an icy breath.
The leaves fall to wreath, the darkness is left. 
I look at the sky a mirror of my past.
The sun comes out but never seems to last.
I withered away my prospects, my future and my gold.
Drunk away my sorrows and the days of old.
I sleep every night on a sheet of thorns, I can never sleep.
I hope someday time will say it's time to go away.
Deep in the chasm lies eternal gold, 
The sun shines bright where the day was once old
Down in the depths, days gone by
I know it is time for me to die
Death swoops down like a eagle on its prey
It picks me up and takes me on my way
I know it’s time for me to go
My life’s been lived and now it’s time to go away
When the river and the rolling stones come to say goodbye. 
Tears beneath the wisdom refuse to die.
Happiness and sunshine are all but spent.
The days in the sun, the cold and wet.

Copyright © Costa Owens | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
He bore the nails
Our sins were paid now made us free
Of blood a trail
That leads each soul to victory
A king was hailed
A crown of thorns it had to be
Broken and frail
His body hung there from a tree
At that noon hour, all was still, then tore the vail
Life's journey spent, no sin, no worry, saved from hell
No time to suffer
No time for death
For all mankind was His last breath
Be with Him, Lord
Ever at His side
For man He gained eternal life

Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2011