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Details | Free verse |
Since time immemorial across the Universe—
Traces of my vapor, my dust trails, my footprints, my being
Light up the skies of innumerable planets etching themselves
Indelibly in the consciousness of the stars and making visible
Impressions in the cold continuum of deep dark space.

I’m mere particle matter—in reality, an iota of infinity that
Continues its travel through time and space and all dimensions
Visiting the vast frontiers of the Universe while leaving minute
Traces of my Cosmic DNA.

I’m part of the Universe’s great existential family—
My quest is to travel, to arrive, to be one with everything I touch,
And to savor a continuous divine purpose. 

What unbounding possibilities there are as I traverse the far 
Outreaches of dark space on Flight Paths of Eternity.

And sometimes I’m a part of rainbows that kiss the Face of God.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (March 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014




Details | Free verse |
The Leprechaun.

. 
Run, run, run as fast as you can...
I'm still gonna get you, my little green man...
I grabbed on to the gold buckle on his waist...
I held him down, with no time to waste...
I tied The Leprechaun to a hollow tree,
Broke off a branch and poked him on the knees.
I kept on poking him with a stick.
I kept nagging him to reveal his magic trick.

This little shamrock kid would not break.
He kept insisting THE LEPRECHAUN legend was fake.

This little odd dwarf kept lying about his mythical pot of gold. 
I kept repeating all the stories I've been told..  
Nagging him and nagging him~ FOR HIS POT OF GOLD!
He lied, about the fables, telling me his gold does not exist...
The Leprechaun refused to hear the clover list...


**** 

It's been 7 days!
And, still he won't give up, what's at the end of the rainbow. 
Tickling his little Eskimo toes,
Running feathers underneath his nose. 
"Look you little green treasure troll, I've captured you, and demand the gold!"
"You won't get me with your tricks!"
"So don't even try to outwit me with your silly MAGIC!" 

I suppose his silver-tongue, will have to do,
And the little gold buckles on his shoe.
I got tired of trying to make him see, my point of view.
I got a better deal and trade for a monkey at the zoo.
Now the lions are enjoying a Pot of Leprechaun Stew. 
After All! 
Nothing I did, made him unfold.
All I wanted was his pot of gold!

by;pd

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015




Details | Free verse |
How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the  blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills
Land so wild and unforgiving
As the cold wind begins to bite and chill
Carpets of lilac heather providing shelter
For grouse rabbit and mouse
Somewhere in the distance
I catch the site of an old dilapidated stone farm house
Battered and in decay by the harsh temperamental weather
Every day.

Silver ribboned streams gushing and rushing ever flowing
Sparkling in the sun as lazy trout swim and pout
Trying to kiss the sky.

Little white woolly dots majestically graze on idle days
As the ravens take pieces of wool for nesting away
Suddenly the sky turns black and the icy rain begins to pound
And somewhere in the far distance I hear a deep rumbling sound
Cracks of light flash in the sky and the thunder now close by 
Gives out a mighty roar
I feel the power shake the ground where I stand
And it shakes me to the core
A mixture of fear and acceleration sweeps over me
As I watch far from safety in awe.

Suddenly as it started the thunder stops and the sky begins to clear
A rainbow crescent appears and the lark twitters once moor 
As the started wild ponies and heads of deer reappear
The  overpowering smell of damp earth
I'm soaking wet my cheeks red and aglow
I'm lost in the wild untameable timeless beauty
That I have come to love and know
In my isolation I find peace of mind so serine
I am not  just a visitor
But at one with nature and part of the scene.


Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. June.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |
     The days draw ever closer with my imminent need to leave

     With promises to keep and goals to achieve

     My ultimate desire is to disappear

     But mighty are the binds that keep me here

     And so I sat down to write a song

     About this place where I could belong

     My nirvana, my world and art

     Where every little craze tickles my heart

     I wish upon a star that is too far

     Hoping for a yearn that makes me churn

     For this I will strive night and day

     To find this place, so I pray

                                                         CONTEST: Your favorite poem 
                                                                        ~By Carol Eastman~
                                                                     *awarded 1st place* 

Copyright © Wilfred Aniagyei | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
           Whisper Of Your Soul
       (Soul Listens On A Whisper)

Murmurs soft are sensed, mimic nature, diaphanous clouds spread wide
Settle softer than a translucent butterfly on spring light snow
It is the moon flirting in ebullience, fog rising on a thin film on winds side  
Lifting skirts or is it veils?  Unknown in this muted light of whispers glow
   
Mist rolls across the bog, pulls along reluctant virgin night
By golden glow, that holds the sky in humble hush, abeyance in a trance
Tracking down the birth of morning, bursting full of light 
Barely able to mutter the words, “the light of day”, the endless dance 


You feel the vibrant tones, fold over meadows as you go
A vestigial tiny vessel of a virgin’s secret opens here
Chasing dark away along the marsh with pounding heart to know
The open glen is near, fills up in brilliant colors clear

Soft luscious sounds fall silent on the morning air and then
Listen, it whispers on the minutia of the moment something true 
Holds on to quiet in the silent glen
Waiting on a whisper Imbued with truth, soft thoughts of you

Created on 12/16/14 for “Whisper Of Your Soul” Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Golden moments of a man’s solitude
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Caught within life are the mountains of stone
Awe inspiring view of man’s fortitude
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Through a silent song, love’s nature atones
Breath taking heartbeats of the altitudes
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
Peaceful home in the trials, each to his own
Seasons renew with humble attitudes
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Sharpened senses, now feel all the tone,
of gracious gifts, in their amplitude
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone
All of His creation, in its self does grown
Alone with God is a sufficient multitude
Captive beauty, in the wilderness alone
Stands gloriously, as when bliss does hone

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |
" I'm Calling on Jesus"

I need a sign to let me know you are here
All of these lines are being crossed across Heavens
I need to know that things are going to look up
'Cause I feel I am drowning in a dark sea spilled on me
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said

I'm calling on Jesus, please
I'm calling on Jesus, please

I won't give up if you don't give up
I need a sign to let me know you are here
'Because the LIFE around just keeps it all from being clear
I would like a reason for the way things are around me
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

When children have to play inside so they don't disappear
While private eyes pear on us while lies cause us not to talk for years
And world leaders are threatening to destroy the world
and losing sight of having dreams of Heaven
In a world that we want is only what we want until it's lost
Until we have nothing left to loss
Except our soul's

I'm calling on Jesus, please

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD

Copyright 2014

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Our souls connected on a higher plane,
I didn't know her first or last name,
she was definitely from Venus,
probably my twin flame.

I'll take my chances,
and put up no fight--

Oh, her lips tasted sweet
just like pure moonlight!

Saturn spun off
and sliced through space.
The solar wind couldn't wipe
the smiles from our face.

We sought out stars--
uninhabited constellations.
Quivering uncontrollably
with celestial vibrations.

A new song chimed,
I was so blown away.
She was the one,
my new Namasté!






Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
My dreary life shunned, a chance to escape;
atop glacial peak, glorious vision.
Oasis amongst the frigid landscape;
found sanctuary, almost Elysian.

Colorful fish dart, despite intrusion,
in clear blue water of idyllic lake.
Grand oaks' enclosure heightens seclusion,
if this be a dream, no wish to awake.

Surmount gnarly trunk, in bosom I nest,
relax for a spell, savour treetop view.
Ponder existence, I truly am blessed;
alas, paradise, soon time to eschew.

'fore starting descent, 'fore limbs are unfurled,
shut eyes and breathe deep, absorb nature's sounds.
This close to Heaven, at top of the world,
touch of Creator supremely resounds.

------------------------------------------------

(C) 12th May 2017

ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GHGH rhyme scheme

10 syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com - but had to remove apostrophes in fourth stanza as it was mis-counting)

For Brenda Chiri's Mountaintop Lake contest.
(3rd Place)

Used the following word(s):

#1 treetop view
#2 colorful fish
#3 clear blue water
#4 nature's sounds / sounds of nature

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |
War
From the beginning of this life,
Man somehow knows that he is at war.
From childhood games, to stories of the imagination.
We are aware of a conflict, a glorious conflict.
Long ago, a dragon was cast down from light.
And his fall upset the fabric of the universe.
What once lived eternal now stood imprisoned in cycles of death and decay and 
all of creation mourned.
But from the darkness, God’s champion.
The Holy One of light, Made man in his image.
Chosen from the beginning of time, to fight for our Creator and return peace to 
the cosmos.
We were grafted as warriors and it was our destiny to ride victorious.
In the bosom of God, we were created by the expert hands of the Maestro and 
were given all things.
But the snake deceived us, and we fell.
Yet the Snake himself was fooled, for in our weakness God would find strength.
In the fall of man, so too would he find his destiny.
To ride with God victorious and set creation back in light.
We God’s glorious symphony, Ordained in Eternity to reign with him forever.
For many years we wandered in darkness, longing to regain our birthright.
The snake had made us his slaves, and perverted our hearts to death.
We, God’s warriors of light, were turned to darkness.
And for millennia we warred against each other for scraps of pleasure,
Like dogs we served the Dragon, all the time blind to our Destiny.
But our Champion, the Lion of Judah, Saw us and had pity.
He came to suffer at his own hand, and take on his own wrath so that we once 
again might rise.
And now the truth is ours, for he has already claimed the victory.
We, God’s anointed, chosen in light yet deceived into warring against one 
another.
The Lamb has saved us, and it is time for us to take our rightful place in 
Celebration of his crowning.
Jews, Muslims, Siks, Suphis, Hindus, Buddhists, Christians, Atheists, and 
Agnostics too.
It is our time for the Lamb prepared a place for us in his army of victory ever 
lasting.
The time is now.
The time is ours.
So grab your sword and ride to victory!



Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
There is but one thing between the distances
Sleeping gently on the clouds of calm repose
With nightly stars so far away we touch them 
But only with our eyes first meant for love
Knowledge gives rise to reasons why
We stay together by each others side
Working through the pain of being 
Alive and open to the unknown mystery
Let us go on an endless journey out to sea
Not end before the sweet is gone
On with a lovely song of trust and beauty
Landing at the harbor of your heart


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2017

Details | Burlesque |
Cactus 

Your soul needs food and nurturing;
Your heart needs water and life;
Your body needs both to be fulfilled;

A thirsty soul will be weak and die.
A starved heart will corrupt and wither.
A body without a heart will lose the soul.

You may have water and still be thirsty,
You may have food and still starve,
You may have everything and have nothing,
For all is but at best vanity, vanity, vanities.

Copyright © Olu Agbolade David | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
 
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
 
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
 
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
 
“I understand.  I really do.
I admit it.  I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
 
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try.  You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there.  Your place is here”.
 
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must.  You must.  It’s do…or die”. 
 
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.

Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help 
And always stand right by”.
 
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
 
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
 
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped  Man’s eyes hadn’t lied. 
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
 
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt; 
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
 
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
 

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |
It is such great unity
That appears amongst the beauty
Of the bright light display?
Such colour, such energy within celebration,
Such a vivid canvas of man-made creation
That sparks with flair and passion;
To fall into the fog
Like all dying illusions.

Yet it is what it does for us:
Where we are drawn from our furnishings
That we clean in intervals,
Closing outside to a regular schedule,
Remaining well lit and sheltered
Resting our minds so dimly upon the
Soft and empty cushions
And hugging at the blind comfort
Of cover.

We are drawn from this facade
By another in itself.
Which brings us out like a beacon
Part Devil, half Eden
To then fade away
Like all illusions,
Leaving us quiet,
Revealing deepened images.
Exposed to chill
Peace climbs through our bones.

Let us stand together,
Embrace
The great power that connects us;
The great unity
Amongst such beauty.

Till we once more return home…

Copyright © Aiden Asoll | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |
GIANT AND MADDY OF THE BIG PEOPLE Productive people on the go. The Big People are God’s formidable soldiers exploring the world. Never do we fear what is to come. A better tomorrow is what we aim for. Heights elevated more and more. We seek to be enriched from our struggles. Not a feeble mind involved with the strength of Samson and the strife of Goliath. Fecund in farming and prolific to our verse, canonically we will write. Elevated from summits we have achieved, we continue to aspire. We are fortified through our wants and desires, therefore, our language is fulfilled. Our nation is contented. The pleasures given by God are the amenities. May peace be with us throughout as the past becomes distant in ways of thinking? Our carnage has ended. Likewise, bountiful is sentimental. We offer all the same peaceful existence. This is the world of Giantvillism. Productive people on the go. The Big People are God’s formidable soldiers exploring the world. Never do we fear what is to come. A better tomorrow is what we aim for. Heights elevated more and more. We seek to be enriched from our struggles. Not a feeble mind involved with the strength of Goliath and the strife of Samson. This is the world of Giantvillism. _________________________________________| Penned June 11, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Golden leaves transcend autumns harvest, contrasted by
Blazoned reds burnt offerings of summers final sacrifice to
The changing of the seasons, oh what a palette of magnificence,
Is nature set to the rheum of our universe!

In the chilling winds of falls grace, does the very breathe of
Winter chase, swooping and swaying through the branches
Of destiny thus to cometh forward, tenderly the trees do cry
Shedding their tears of color airy, brown to tan!

Racked piles of gathered teardrops, lain upon the lawns of
Evergreen yards, that are capture within the freezing breath
Of seasonal appease, for soon nature shall rest at ease, in
A blissful sleep, until awoken by springs warming whispering!

Rainbows harvest of autumn is this Kalightoscope of coloring,
A showering cascade descending in sheer brilliance reflecting
In the bitter sunshine of falls rebirthing, and the simple poet stands
Completely at awe, beneath these limbs of natural beauty,
Left alone to ponder the wonder he’s beholding!

Crushing footsteps smash against the idle puddle, containing
A single leaf trees sacrifice, the forget-me-knots remembrance
Of the summer gone past, and the winters fiery hearth of promise
To come, what a blazing embers of shadow to contrast, to a dreamer
Suddenly awakening from hibernation's spent sleep of illusions,
Now walking in a golden light of this autumn shower of the reflected!

Clinging do the lovers of this timeless season, bathing within their
Gaze lost amongst these trees of beauty, strolling along the lanes of 
Passions unforgettable moments, photo impressions memorized in
The human thoughts album, forever to remain untarnished by age!

In the fields the farmer puts his tools of trade to rest at last,
Gathering prides harvest unto him one by one smiling,
He’ll warm himself by the flames of family and tradition,
Until the toiling begins next spring, the man shall sits at ease
At the hearth of hard works fire, as the leaves of autumn fall!

Let the dreaming poet write, allow the lovers to stroll undisbursed,
And the harvester to rest his weary brow at last, for the golden
Leaves of autumn are falling, cascading unto the evergreen lawns,
Gathered together into the piles of leafy teardrops, of summer
Forget-me-knots!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




 





Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |
For the boy who had gone through his first crush..  wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!

Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!

She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!

Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!

My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!

Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!  with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
MOLTEN LAVA MILES BELOW,
MOUNTING PRESSURE READY TO BLOW. 

THE EARTH WILL SHAKE AND BEGIN TO RUMBLE.  
TREES WILL SWAY AND BEGIN TO TUMBLE.  

VOLCANIC STEAM WILL PIERCE THE SKY.  
MOLTEN LAVA WILL START TO FLY.

THE RELAESE OF PRESSURE WILL BUILD A TOWER.  
VIEWED FROM SPACE AS A BLOSSOMING FLOWER.  

ASH AND ROCKS AND TOXIC FUMES,
CREATE A DEADLY TOXIC PLUME.

MOLTEN LAVA WILL START TO FLOW,
FROM ATOP A MOUNTAIN, DOWN BELOW.  

DESTROYING LIFE, IN A METHODICAL WAY. 
INCHING ALONG, DAY AFTER DAY. 

VOLCANO ERUPTUS WILL TAKE ITS TOLL  
WHEN ALL THE ASHES LAND BELOW.

Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |
Burning fire,
And solid rock,
Gas fuming,
Shooting and so hot,
Twinkling, I'm not.

I'm bursting flames,
of high degrees,
Moving clouds of methane,
And cold breeze.

Bluer that Earth's cloudless skies,
Questionable living,
And countless why's.
Theories,
And wonders of my atmosphere,
Millions and billions of years,
Hundreds and thousands of orbits I've witnessed,
Like wood rings of living oak,
My burning gases,
That'll never smoke,
I AM UNIVERSE!

Copyright © Whitley Fields | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |
AN INTRODUCTION OF NEFREDA MARIA CASTLE OF THE BEAN PEOPLE
I am Nefreda Maria Castle of the Bean People. Today, I feel appease and pleased by the peace I see in Giantvillism. Giant and Maddy are an ordered paired in harmony in that they are structuring a meaningful world. My husband, Jake, and my children; Jake. Jr., Nefreda Marie, and Joseph, and I have travelled afar to this beautiful existence beyond. We bring unity in the belief of what the future holds for all of us. Therefore, we are prepared for the troubles that confront us and we are armed to protect and defend each home front. Nefreda Maria begins to sing…
A SELF-IMAGE
I am a lifespan. I am a journey partook. I am woman. I am the light and the truth. Within destiny, I strive for meaning and peace. I am a schema of thorough belief - A base of knowledge that breathes discovery. I am life now and I am here to acclaim my own. Imminently, I frame. I am a niche in a divided space. Proclamation of the existence of personal recourse – I am a voice, a look, and an expression. I am a Bean person. In years to come and not beyond that, life will span. The future I am not. I am here to create a better tomorrow. My destiny has not been perceived. I am my creator. Life formed for meaning. Peace is an ideology. I am a lifespan that endures. I rather be rich than poor. I am a self-image by the way I live. Life is only a span of time. The future is infinite. I am here as I am now. Bean people are limited. Many bridges will be crossed. Life formed to structure. Within this medium, my life spans. I am proclaiming my own. My niche is well-defined. I am a self-image refined. ______________________________| Penned May 29, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
At twilight’s ease of dusk the autumn leaves do flutter in the
Evening breeze, trickling downwards across inspirations canvas,
Creating a multicolored cascade at sunset, a leafy rainbow clasping
From the tree tops heights, than blowing wildly astray on the breathe
Of the winds!

Limbs sway on the alpine mountain sides, as the evergreens slightly bend
Unto mother natures will, hush now and listen to the weeping willow’s cry,
For winters chill lies in the late mid-afternoons approaching air, the horizons
Portrait of seasonal change is a wonderment to behold, in silences frozen stance
Of exceptional beauty.

Near the streams watery edge, the reeds whisper the night’s song of opulence,
 Spreading through the tall grasses left untamed and untrampled by mankind,
For here the wilderness experience is freedom’s rambling call, and nature is
At her greatest beauty that is of the wild and born free!

Floating leavenings of summer ride upon rippling rapids tide, 
As the foaming spray collides against the rocky shoreline, 
Seemingly limbless tiny multicolored ships sailing on this mountainous river
 Ocean, are these autumn leaves cast freely from there earth bound
Mothers, whom roots lie deeply planted within generations of topsoil!

The chattering of scampering squirrels collecting the last of their
Wintery nuts storehouse echo throughout the forest, as the rams
Climb the vast dividal steps, ever upwards towards the high mountain glens.
Below the mighty wolf packs hunt, howling within the dark hollowed
Timbers, in this wild country called America!

In the native camping grounds the human tribes gather together,
Thanking mother earth for the bounty of a good summers hunting,
And for their safe passages travel, these are the sacred people of this land.
Behold in blessings graduated, the splendor of celebrations dancing, amongst 
The fires side feasting, as the embers of tradition float high upwards,
Towards their great fathers eternal flame!

In the trappers cabin family’s settle, as the bubbling kettle tops to the
Boiling whistle, soon the feasting shall begin to thank the lord almighty,
That all whom dwell within are well and healthy, and are gather together
Once more, in this pioneering country beneath the Blue Ridge Mountains,
Of God’s magnificent canvas of wild beauty! 

At twilight’s ease of dusk the autumn leaves do flutter in the
Evening breeze, trickling downwards across inspirations canvas,
Creating a multicolored cascade at sunset, a leafy rainbow clasping
From the tree tops heights, than blowing wildly astray on the breathe
Of the winds!

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Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Concrete |
There's a defined intervention when it comes to being happy, it's the art of being alive and to understand the story of a poet in which the audience seems to make presentation of the group. The science part comes with a dream when one gives thanks to live and settle down by fixing all the little necessities of becoming a poet,With the passion and compromise of accepting each consequence and to learn to recite back to the audience. For this then creates a pure heart of mutual understanding on love continues to grow and becomes like a familiar tune. For love has no meaning at all,just love oversees all nuisances which sometimes leads us to a quarrel, and with a quarrel comes ones pride which sometimes gets too high causing our love to slide right by. Love has no shape or size, no colors to see,it's never in disguise or has a hidden cost or surprise. It's like the shades of grey, ebony and ivory which live together in perfect harmony. So now that our love shall remain the same,its we the people create all beauty that's here for us to share and to never let our pride get so high to cause our love to slide right by.

Copyright © Terry Johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Since then I took roles
Sparks of lights kept visible
Colorful shadows

Consciousness jolt
Sparks of lights shine whilst whisper
Well guided judgement

Mesmerizing few
Sparks of lights exist beyond
Eternally flick

Empathy ignites
Sparks of lights mingle with kind
Splendid feelings

Seeing greater leap
Sparks of lights convey omens
Discerning moment.


Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
The Pirates Of Great Pacific
On the day that followed their departing
When they were forced to be aliens of the great deep
Wandered back and forth with nowhere to dwell
Hunger had caused them to astray to the world of the unknown
They chose to leave and be free of humans sneer
Life was tough, and marine came to their rescue
That there was no disposable bin for a child of man
They sail in rough seas even at night
Every current of life against them, fighting for survival
Against wind and stuffs that proved impatient for the child of man
In the world of unknown, the world of deep waters
They did not know that down will find them,
Still clinging in that breath of life
With no home to turn to, they had to make pacific theirs
 And learn to sail against the storms and escape the jaws of great white
It was a life of terrible gamble to invade the world of underneath
They flip the coin with hope that destiny will guide them
While they wonder in that blue print of life
To them it was clear 
that life is like Great Pacific

Copyright © Khayelihle Bhengu | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

I feel like writing some material

To see if it's for real

Desperation setting in

Knocking me out like at the beginning

Trespassing, on the intrusive messaging

Who am I fooling ?

If only my thoughts were elusive

Maybe then I wouldn't be so exclusive

Should not stop my verses,

Can't handle these curses

Like my passion for hot nurses

Who ain't got 10 purses

I breathe eventually and recap on my story,

From point A to point B

Yoyo-ing through the commotion

Of accepting that you know you may know nothing

Confusing? That's my thing

Who wants to over complicate?

Not me mate.

I've been talking for a while now

Like I took a vow

To keep up the beat

And make it hit it deep;

Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
I got mad. Didn't know how to use my energy. So I made this song on the piano. I want to sing it with my brother when he's better. I hope he does get better soon. 
Dedicated to David. Just been so angry lately. And so sad. . .

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Verse I: (David) I was alone What can I say? I was lost Couldn't pray I was trapped In their games I regret it Everyday Verse II: (Laura) I was jaded By my sin Never sweated Anything Couldn't sleep Couldn't dream I was scared Of everything Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Verse IV: (David) I'm losing faith Can't find the way Can't erase The things I say I see the world Instant pain! If I'm anything I'm insane Verse V: (Laura) Don't talk that way! Just look at me! You are stronger Then I'll ever be! I pulled you in I pushed you free I was foolish Please come back to me Chorus: (David) Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand Both: (You) I will not fight alone Within me lies a battle A war I just can't fight alone Can you hear me now? Will you hear me out? Before I lose the struggle I'm begging for some help right now We need to take a stand I need to be a man Laura: Your heart is in my hand We'll never fight alone Never Fight Alone

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013