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Elegy Adventure Poems | Elegy Poems About Adventure

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Discover America

Discover America; its beauty awaits.
You’ll see it in every part of our land.
The grandeur and majesty are there to behold,
As if placed by an artist’s skilled hand.

Through the skin of the earth there’s a massive descend,
And at the very bottom wetness may lie.
The canyon’s river that rocks make bend,
So deep, once there, one’s passions may die.

Wyoming is home to a towering stone
Overlooking plains as a sentinel.
Protruding from the ground the foundation must moan
Supported by land that must be dentinal.

Yellowstone is a land full of discovery.
It contains hills, water, and a massive forest.
An animal population here made a valiant recovery.
The living trees are still the sorest.

Gulf Shores is a paradise bliss.
The white beaches meet the ocean’s salt.
The feeling here is an honorable kiss,
When crashing waves come to a halt.

Discover America; its beauty awaits.
You’ll see it in every part of our land.
The grandeur and majesty are there to behold,
As if placed by an artist’s skilled hand.

Copyright © Austin Perry | Year Posted 2016

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Light at the End

When it hits my chest
It would not lay me to rest
It cannot bring about my end
So long I refuse to bend
Death on my chest
Is but a test
On my will to live up
To see if I would give up
The Giver would allow the pain
After seeing my faith on life
He would restore me again.
Death test is but in the while
Of a second
After which we can go on.

Copyright © Divine Friday Idiong | Year Posted 2014

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Eulogy for a Soul Taken too soon

So much potential, courage and love
Alan Williams, Jr. was truly a gift sent from above
So young yet so wise; he fought to be true
Never giving up when times became blue

He dared to be himself, when everyone rejected him
His cup was never empty; it was always to the brim
That’s how he saw the world, dreams and second chances
No lost causes, just new songs and funny dances

He hadn’t seen his family in quite some time
They didn’t see the angel he was, they never let him shine
But that didn’t make him bitter or mean or lost
He deserved love and he was willing to pay the cost

He loved unconditionally, believing everyone was good
Even when it hurt him, he did all that he could
To accept his own flaws and put aside the pain
So that he could help another move past the strain

He never asked for anything back; he gave from the heart
And even though he’s gone, he’ll always be a part
Of each and every one of us, the people he held close
His brand new family, the one that he chose

His passing is a tragedy; no one knows why he’s gone
He will never be forgotten; the sun sets then again comes the dawn

Visit my blog to read the rest of my Free Supernatural Poem Novel: https://freesupernaturalpoeticnovel.wordpress.com/

Copyright © AC Dominguez | Year Posted 2015

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Celebrating the Adventure of Advent

Celebrating the Adventure of Advent 

Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment

Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive 
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of

Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements

Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility

Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication

Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script

Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits 
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness

Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts

Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity

Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe 

Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016

Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016

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A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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that's just how the world works

No one saw it coming, the time of doom now at hand 
War is around every corner, no one can help us now
Bombs fly and the innocent die
That’s just how the world works

Try to see the good in the world young child 
For if you don’t who will
If not now then when 
The fate of the world rests in your hands

As one generation fades 
Another shall rise from the ashes 
Spread around by war and destruction
The fate of the world rests in your hands

Heroes will emerge and enemies will be defeated
But more enemies will rise 
And our heroes will fall
That’s just how the world works

The war will end and allies will part 
Until another war starts 
Smoke filled skies will clear up
And fallen enemies shall sulk
That’s just how the world works  

Copyright © Dakota Burns | Year Posted 2012

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The Stranger Within Me: A Collaboration with Eden Benibo

Form: Dramatic Verse
Yes, I had smiles false
Seemed so true but not
Emptiness filled me with so much un satisfaction
My sharp cold eyes glittered with dust,
As I watch my life,  his life rather;
For he took it away; 
The day he thought he gave it to me,
Because I never got my wish but he's fish
I never lived me but him

He had become the murderer of my dreams
My soul he gradually killed, like poison slow, 
As I dumped four years of my life, 
In the citadel of doom;
Where all the loud creativity in me,
Crawled to a little spot in my being
So I never lived me but him

For every breath I took was to please him,
And every breath I took was to be Father's image

Finally the mussel East wind blew to my direction
Blowing off the him from me!
As the passion in me flooded 
It is time for me to live me!
A successful failure, I cannot remain
As everyone saw the smile;
But deep in me were miles from the sight; 
Because I never lived me but him

I was a caged pen,
Entangled in his den of success quick

Alas! The sunshine of passion called
smiles clung to my face tightly
As I whispered loudly to him;
Here's your fish as I take my wish
Tears unending filled my eyes;
Not for sorrow but joy's plea
For my life I would live not he's anymore.

Portrayed in the water late at night
Scaly creature's do illuminate
Appearing to you as the store
Land of the dead you'll be fed

Follow current course true set
Seeding and harvesting away
School directed by compass
Crystal clean these waters, dream

Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2016

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i went into a dream the day my eyes saw you,
and for years i’ve been waiting for you to come
i thought that the splendid mountains came
And swallowed all what belonged to me 

i sleep not now 
for my dream is living to see you smile
as your smile fills voids and open wounds 
of any man with a bleeding heart
your smell leaves trails of scents beautiful 
that flowers blossoms behind wildly

now all i do is write tales about our future love
you and i have leaving all sorrows that tried to seize us
so we shall live to surprise the earth and all its deeds
together walking on thorns without wincing 
nor fear that haunts even battle warriors
thou the clouds and majestic oceans reckon 
the power of patience embedded within us
but the last word that suffocates many is lust

so let me sleep that tomorrow shall shines white
for ours is written beyond walls made by men
but the walls that only few saw the birth of it 
those that saw it first! 
drunk from it and were made kings over life
tills death became greedy of their mighty 

so make my bed the field of love 
lay all the beauty that even ants are so keen to taste
keep me so close to your life as i write to heavens
sleep so that angels comes with the anointing
and blow me kisses that travel through all stars

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2015

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The Nefarious Scream- The Dark And Twisted Contest

The Nefarios Scream

Camping in  isolated lands of parks and creeks
Untold experiences of adventurous beauty
Nefarious acts eclipse joys of freedom 
Blowing up cars to bar any escape
Tents knifed through in the darkness of the night
Wakening frightened sleepy eyed  tourists
Throats slit of those who rebel and abuse
Serial killer chases the gutsy that escaped
Muffle the defiant eye to jab out screams
Clanging chains, barrelled guns, hammers et al
Adorn his barricaded blood stained dungeons 
Adventures  in foreign land turn uglier than nightmares
Destinations of destined stumbled into zones horrific
Families and lovers pine with unrequited inquiries
Investigators baffled over the  ambiguous maniac
Who finger by finger tortured the life out of tourists
Exulting over his power of creating a world of zombies
A bomb he carried to blow up the next tourist van
Helpless travellers plea's rippled his blood
Slow and steady steps he came closer to van
An unseen rattler uncoiled rattling his next step
Hissing his breath away in the loudest scream

Balveen Cheema
September 20, 2015
Contest: The Dark and Twisted
Sponsor: Nathan D


Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

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George Zimmerman

Hello, son.
You're a big one.
Lucky for you you inherited somebody's genes
That gave you light skin
That made you get away with murder.

May your day of jubilee
be all you want it to be.

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2012

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holy candle blues

“holy candle blues”

in the rust red sunset - angel brother bends his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my sweet restless rathouse jam

she entered peeling story-caked walls riding a lightning broom swept me 

out to half dippermoon bridge 
we swung downtown where
waltzing heirs warmed six-figure derrieres above smorgasbord fires
I faked all the right questions into hell’s Paradise

panting at the emerald city orgasm waiting beneath her olive skin gypsy thin cocktail feast
ignoring the runaway beast

and someone beamed—they make a great couple
as we sweat to god’s blistering last-chance desperate romance bugle call
my ragged sailor heart pirouetting out the hornpipe door over muddy cliffs 

on the way down a devil in white linen gown serving dark red obsession wine flaming flambé soft brown coconut limbs 
the fly doing backflips in a honey pot 

over the lava baked sea 
a million miles away 
the moaning rusted ship creaked like a red infection begging to be freed from the last ripples in a skin game port

You knew all along prophet of the beautiful tracks
That my ramble played in a forest of doom
I surrender dear monk in the sad samba night 

that wind pushed me mountains away
flushed me out of hiding in the prehistoric pubescent
road-burnt grotto
at the piano bar you played me like a thundering chord…till a

midnight candle grabbed the shades
and a fire came roaring down in flames

we crawled like god’s sweet snails to the clear-as-a bell day

glaring up to the dark blue smoke where a cherry red sunset angel rained wild woolen ashes down on love’s last twitch…applauding the singed curtain call
live! live! ... he cried from his bongo perch on heaven street 

hot orange coals fading in the chilled breeze
words we’ll never speak again you and I
Unless fate has too much time to deal strange train cards

this harp strung midnight reverie 
sad violins hijack innocent dreams and twist the arm of violet coated wishes  

In my hidden dark room 
holy candle blues…
whispers of sea wind blowing 

Copyright © michael amitin | Year Posted 2014

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What is life???
Life is a journey
Life is a puzzle
Only the correct pieces to be connected
Connected to complete puzzle
Pieces which differ from size & shape
They made from different moments
Even if they fit but does not...
A human life.
It has to be the right format.

Life that depends in all seasons
Life is not completed with Rands or Dollas
Only those who has the strength to 
Hang on will survive.
Life is a picture without a painter
Its a subject of tolerance.
Life is a gift from the Creator
Life is a Journey without a master
It is full of surprises and challenges
Consist of Great and Happy moments
Life is never good 
Life is never smooth
Life is a storm just learn how to dance on it
It consist of rain,sun and cold weather

Copyright © Benedict Msawenkosi Khubeka | Year Posted 2016

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Was 2016 a bad year

Someone said 2016 was a bad year as well known people were dying.
Of course, a lot of not well known people did as well.
In the wars we are experiencing and of terrorists actions.
When I overheard somebody say 2016 was a bad year.
I wondered why!

                           It does not matter who you are.
                         No-one like me! Or a film/pop star!
                           When death calls on you just so!  
                              You cannot stop it, oh no, no.

     I know doctors can repair bad parts.  Like livers, kidneys, even hearts.
  And they can sometimes revive you.  As that’s what God meant them to do.
    I think that’s when He makes a mistake. Calls you before your due time.
     As when I thought I would go.  He seemed to say, ‘Hmm not this time so...’ 
           I know not why, he passed me by.  I try to be good, I really try.
     But as I am mortal like you I see.  I guess another chance, he gave me.
            So when it is my turn to go.  Please don’t all be sad you know.
               As Paradise is a lovely place, quiet, calm and full of grace.
    So cry not, be pleased for me.  Be happy, although me, you cannot see.
        I can watch over what you do.  As that’s what I hear spirits can do.

                         So when a name appears just here.
                             It’s in a book up there, I hear.
                          So worry not for who do now go.
                They are cared for up there, they are just so.

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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Polished Dust

Polished Dust

Ha- haa our community has reared a bull
As it moves from the kraal it charges
Against a tree, a rock, and anything
When the moon peeps it charges at it	

When the sun rises it sneezes at it 
When cloud swims above it raises dust
Wanting to jump and touch the sky
Giggling like a ghost when darkness knocks

You meet such bulls in grazing lands
Day in, day out busy charging at all
Sometimes with tongues poked out, 
Releasing hot dung in water they drink
Generations in and out the game continues
With futile action of polished dust
This land of humans with rationalism aside
Is rich in polished dust more than all

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016

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By the flowing milk of the words
We were sold into slavery and hardship.
Our voices ceased and our mouth closed .
My people where after what they could get 
And unprepared we follow, forgetting our barns,
Our hearts were locked in a cupboard of hatred.
They took us long in the west, south and north
wounded the lilies of our pride in the forest.
there we worked in their plantations and factories
With a rumbling, harsh stomach yet we worked.
Our lands were taken and we could not come 
Home again, some died and some gone.
We fought for freedom under the half of a yellow sun
which their air were locked in our face.
But their air were against us  strangers
Their soils seized our legs from functioning.
We never win until the call of freedom 
sounded which brought about our freedom and peace.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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Once she was a person of top talked worldwide
People expected a lot from her
For God and for human she intended to do a lot,
But there occurred an accident
Death abides by the order-

She was famous more for deeds than for beauties
Own cultural, natural and open  minded such
Inwardly pained but outwardly laughed
Even on a mishap she was much concerned,

Her royal highness did not affect the general
As her nature showed belongings are simple,
No pride touched her
A princess come ever and ever,

Now, she is but only memory
In the heart of dearest, nearest and many
Still some of them weep and some lament-

The wise will deeply think over it
The unwise will simply pass saying sorry.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | Year Posted 2016

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Tribute to John Denver

“I am a song that needs to be sung.”
Words by John Denver inscribed in Aspen.
While walking the path alongside the Rio Grande
A circle of stones in memory of John Denver does stand.

Inscribed on the rocks are the words of his songs.
They moved me deeply as I strolled along.
Realizing that I was in Aspen because I did spy
A tribute to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High.

It sparked a desire to experience Aspen for myself.
Now here I am encircled with John Denver’s wealth.
I wasn’t a huge fan, but I did enjoy his songs.
His words stand tall beyond being written in stone.

I moved along the trail into an evergreen forest
Dwarfed by the pines as the river flows toward us.
Emotional connectivity with Aspen’s sheer mountain beauty.
Sitting on a rock in the river my only duty.

Feeling inspired to move again on the trail
An energy spoke to me; no words were entailed.
You are a song that needs to be sung
You are a bell that needs to be rung.

You are the newness of fresh mountain air
You are the energy of spring’s budding stare.
You are the eagle resting in its high nest
Ready to soar through the sky when the time is best.

You are the Rocky Mountain High
Colorado is the place for you to sigh.
Heave out the energy that is stored within
Sing your own song with a loving spin.

In gratitude I salute John Denver’s soul.
In the beauty of the Rockies, he continues his role.
Inspiring people to greater heights through his words.
Thank you, John Denver, for my heartfire heard.

Copyright © Margie Boehmer | Year Posted 2008

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There Is A Country

This country is not a so called country,
It has more beauty than a lovely poetry.
There is no crisis for food,
The traditional problems will go forgood.
There is no wars and crimes,
No one will beg for alms.
There is no rich or poor,
No one ever bangs others door.
Everyone is treated equally,
Everything is run orderly.
No one hurts other for religion's purposes,
There is no sign of child or women abuses.
No one does shout on others,
There is no place for killers.
There is no one who dose back slashes,
They are always busy for good wishes.
There is no superiority or minority,
Everywhere remains peace and tranquility.

Copyright © Md Shahadat Hossain | Year Posted 2016

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The abandoned house [for S.R. 1988]

green and white 
he asked  
why was it covering the peeling ochre walls  
and the moldering door  

she said 
it was different then  

an artist used to live 

Copyright © Thomas Stanton | Year Posted 2009

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Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Poor boy hungry,
Revolution in stomach
Machinegun boy carry
Oh! Boy attack
Kill: rich, poor
Frustrated brain man
Mental rate more
Eat trash can
Sleep Bridge under
Terror people more.
What is further?
Bleak dreams more
City big city
Where hope gone?
Brain wasted done
Devil take duty
Mortal man killed
Played stage part
Dirge song filled
Rainbow sky cry’s

Copyright © ifediora okiche | Year Posted 2005

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Fearless  i go running in the night
barefoot on rich damp soil
stretching out my arms
in a cool wild flight
trees, they whisper in my ear_

dark wind on cold bare flesh i’m running 
hot face, heart pounds 
i feel the pull of a thousand years, 
and the way things used to be
and then, i hear the call

you are here
the time is now
and all things are as they are
the time is now
and you are here
all things are all things
and, all is meant to be

flight faster than thought in this light moon night 
as i slip between the bars
and i breathe the finest breath
homosapiens erect
moving, silently through the stars

you are here 
all things are meant to be 
the time is now
and all things are as they are

Copyright © steve watts | Year Posted 2007

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A Poets Thought -I-

Thoughts Gachalard emeralds forms one's inner precious
Giving a unique sense of glamour an sight
chisel'd sculpture call; 
showing inner skills devious
varnished tints on canvas; 
grasp one's own tenacious light
smoke mist haze an haar;
cuddle thou scarfs textured delight
immortality aspects bravery;
overcomes all bounds an matches
roaring thunder and cracks in clouds;
inspire th' giant fire inside
how thou art a poets thought 
to hide yet remain in thy lot 

Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2016

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Hey lo' i need 
that bitter feeling glow
like in thou eye crow
yee selfish bird 
how thou art not flirt 
i crumble in me 
and doth stare in dee!
how can i become to be
such cruel mountain. flee

hey lo' i need
that eyes behold the foe
yee selfish bird 
how thou art not see 
what have become of me 
such cruel mountain. flee

no hey's nor lo's 
just stare 
and let me stare as crow 
yee bleed inside, i saw
now let me leave 
and buy my crow

Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2016

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I see your beauty,
Beyond denial.
Surrounded by hungry flames,
I see his bones feeding them,
He loved you to pieces.
And even with his final breath dwindling in those flames he still whispered.
_I love you_
And now your platinum claws,
With a hypnotic purple dripping from those smooth tips,
Turn my knees to jelly,
Calling me,
As a chaotic rainbow of seduction gleams on your lips,
And spills onto your leather lingerie,
I can feel the fear in me morphing into desire for you.
Your name is the only thing I can breathe to.
But I take a gun and sink some lead into my feet to slow them down.
I break my neck to loosen the stare before I turn to a pillar of salt.
I pluck my eyes because one more second of your magnificence and I will be another meal for the flames.
And slowly my shadow disappears from the tips of your coffee brown feet.
I have won the battle.
But am not sure of the war.

Copyright © Elvis Wanjohi | Year Posted 2017

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Prometheus Bound

Oh Gaia! 

Raiment of earth tones hath met her mighty 
Titan of Words! He decries the title of heathen, 
yet clamors for that elusive angelic female spirit 
 with a composite of erudite splendor.
Diffidence one of my key trademark characteristics. 
That circumspection in conjunction 
with nonestablishmentarian hirsute emblem 
upon this rather narrow head seems to set me apart 
from pack of Homo Sapiens.
Come hither and yon most resplendent daughter of Zeus 
so we might cavort (with body, mind and spirit) NOT in 
heavenly vault of royal blue, but rather upon terrestrial (i.e. terra firma) tarmac.
Prithee tell this faux Dionysus that which harkens 
deep within the psyche and quickens the pulse. 
I could attempt to summon forth that animal, diurnal 
and seminal splendor that springs from latent mental and physical powers.

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017

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The Cliff

We would climb the hills
Peaks and trails
Under the starlit night
Over the slopes
Down the valley
Battling a ferocious fight
It was fun and games
laughs and tears
Until my foot had slipped
But then you grabbed me 
And pulled me back up
As your body leaned and tipped
You ended up
Being the one to fall
Down the endless pointed cliff
And I could not explain what I saw
On a bed or rocks
Poking from your back which was raw
I ran desperately down to help you
But found that I could not
For when I touched your hand
It felt cold 
When it should have been hot
I can't understand
How in one moment
I am consumed by such a fear
And now I am left
All alone
Washing your blood with my tears

Copyright © Sara Wilson | Year Posted 2006

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My Rapture

In this end, 
I give you my suffering 
My finale in life, shall it come
And I shall miss this suffering
Death, my comfort in songs
For I do not wish to go now

In this empty space
After me, 
Here and there you chase
Shadows they blossum
No fear upon me expressions de facial
Of coarse it's a due date
A sudden divorce, pursued by fate
My enemies
Those whom have wronged me
The promise of this song may be
Because of you
My flesh shall never greet peace  
Doomed, my purgatory
Yet these flames may never deplete my feet
Shall not be accepted 
Your sympathy
I saw it, I stepped on it, I left it
Do not expect thee to beg thy mercy of leave
For misery has sheltered my wounds at this lovely feast

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008

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Words of a soldier

                                   Here is a war, fighting
		              Fighting those i dont know
		            Stabbing, shooting, strangling
	                        	all without care
	                       	Infanticide, i dont care 
		       Rest in peace infant, was all i know.

Copyright © Sunday Kelvin | Year Posted 2017

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MaryAnn Sage -- part deux

and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew 
drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals dipped ‘ere farewell flew 
common as the air we breathe, this new found muse sic cull passion grew
yet handled with kid gloves, which lacked the means to nurture and hue
a novel interpersonal ecstasy, which with fits and starts knew
tony yen physics manifested into a mutual attraction 
   despite any self-admission new
   to this chap, whose skills sans intimacy infantile 
   and as a result inadvertently caused grief 
    to a gal (who valiantly christened her vehicle Ruby) 
   hoping to stride down the pew
   which outcome thwarted, now tis much more sands of mine life time    
   funneled down the hourglass shaped queue 
without any rhyme nor reason find this bard arse to rue
how a golden opportunity indiscriminately 
     lost a flickr and sentiments now akin to culinary Michelin patshke stew
rather futile to ruminate the long lapsed travails that tripped a true
lee darling dame, whose take on the matter, this poet would cherish a view
yet….nary a clue exists if any possibility to revisit that denouement recalling 
   the awkward fits and starts before embers of warm reciprocity kindled
   reciprocal an ambition to court, jest and indubitably woo
   to flip and shutterfly at greased lightening speed 
   back to that contra dance at Summit Presbyterian Church
   at the cross roads of Green and Westview Avenues. 

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017