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Of Perfect Beauty

And say unto Tyrus, O thou that art
situate at the entry of the sea, which
art a merchant of the people for many
isles, Thus saith the Lord GOD; O Tyrus,
thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty
— Ezek. 27:3

she who is of perfect beauty
Roman goddess,
situated at the entry of the sea

You hold a torch
that burns a cold flame
From the South Pole to the North,
everyone on Earth knows your name

She reincarnated your ancient fame

Her prideful beauty became her shame

the fame of your beauty everyone wanted to see
In the presence of a goddess,
all people from every nation worldwide wanted to be

You hold the dovetail tablet
that inscribes the progress of liberty
From the North Pole to the South,
they flock to the land that stands in the midst of the seas
All hoping to reach your shores, dreaming to be free

You now reject those who seek haven within your buxom border

The Holy Scriptures thus declare: Set your divided house in order

graven goddess greeting poor souls 
seeking the bond of assimilation with one another

merchant queen selling plastic rainbows,
you look just like Tyrus, your ancient twin brother

Your picture perfect beauty
is rapidly fading away
You always took pride in your nudity,
now an ugly portrait resembling an aging Dorian Gray

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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Sorrowful unto death

Sorrowful unto death
(Ecclesiastes 1:18 KJV)

He that increases true wisdom increases grief...
exposing that the knowledge of serpent did not instruct the dove,
and to know serpent knowledge is to know,
how the house of Love  was divided, that sorrow is in learning,
how many there are deceived of themselves….

To be harmless as a dove is to be love,
to be of a serpentine jester is to pester,
to pester life as a jester of strife...
is to be twain in total vain.
Love is oneness of twain in a wedding garment…

The trinity of infinity is the beginning of thee,
opening the sacred heart gives one options to see,
the beauty you see inside is the essence of thee,
tis also the beauty in the nature of a tree…
the nature of life’s tree eternally… 

To be is, to be, of the nature of life’s tree,
not to be, is to be, of  thine own ciestrine… 

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2012

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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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Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday, somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money, is it land?
I do not own any of them, I’m just a simple man

I remember, when I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmothers hands…
You ripped me away from her, from my home
You took me away from my heart, you took me away from my soul

I feel helpless, I feel low
It’s hard to play along when I know, I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country, people I want to save
When I look around me, people I wish to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
When the world around is bigger than you

To the fools who dare murder in his name
When God gave us life…
He warned us, only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria, my home
Oh Syria, my all
Oh Syria, what did they hurt you for?
I am Proud to be your son…

Copyright © Zeki Majed | Year Posted 2013

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Heart you are the destroyer
Heart you’re a killer
Why are you doing this to me?
Why don’t you do your functions? 
Stop to interfere with my other organs?

You are making a festival of diseases to my body
While you are incurable
You’re exposing me to high blood pressure
It requires a hypothetically proven cardiologist to operate you
Every time when I see something of beauty you intrude my mind

You’re making wrong decisions for me
You’re purpose is to pump blood and
Is to remove the waste products that I don’t need
Not to see outcomes of a decision before you commit them
Now I am friendless because of your companion jealousy

People asks themselves what can pass through me without an attempt 
My friends think that I am a copy cat because of you
A stone is sufficient to be your replacement if you were not my life support 
Heart Stop intrusions and let my mind make decisions for me

Copyright © Sello Matsepe | Year Posted 2014

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Sleeping Beauty Crisis

the rain becomes autumn
and autumn becomes rain
there is a Gold Surviving System
(GSS) around the brain
with unexpected creatures
who lift the modern burden
of being so involved 
in glass rotating hours
curriculum vitae sleep
and we call this LOVE
and we fall in a drop
among yellow leaves.


Copyright © simona dancila | Year Posted 2014

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I could see their daughter next door 
across the spare green land,
cutting herbs from the garden.

Her hair, dyed brown, hanging in rivulets,
jumped in time, to her taut breasts,
like hungry soldiers at a feast.

And I remembered when I was eighteen,
what the world was like.

Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015

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An elegy for a piano teacher

She’s rolled up with patience
dedication and faith in the Lord;
her strictness punctuated a shared vision
that focused on learning acquisition.

  Her punctuality, precision, and determination
  to teach her pupils with discipline and right focusing;
  as a rule of thumb she always obeyed
  made the essence of what music means to all.

Rain or shine she’s there in her cubicle
waiting for her pupils scheduled to take their lessons;
those Hanon exercises, arpeggios, and other finger articulations
would lead off in concentration or warm-up in every lesson.

  Perhaps she’s a scarecrow to some who hadn’t known her;
  but she’d a listening heart described as a story line;
  with depth and assurance that no one is denied,
  along with other slow learners who coped with perseverance.

Truly, her endless word to slow down in every measure,
her technique that entailed so much discipline and correction
through memory lane I still remember a constant repetition;
her affinity for perfection that requires discipline and proportion.

  She’s a teacher keenly aware of her pupils’ emotions,
  her generosity explained either in time or learning a score;
  as a sign and meaning to pedagogical association
  with thriving efforts to play the music with technique and precision.

She’s held in the affectionate memory of her pupils,
their collective thoughts about her fittingly honored her
a woman like her with a horizon of meaning to everyone
a true Filipino educator with a glowing torch in her soul
and her music sustained my vocation to go on.

  Its magical link to depth and soul of human expression,
  its beauty and inspiration that kept me to deepen my own calling;
  to make piano sing in the balance of emotion, technique and celebration
  a way to experience Him with wonders and beauty – limitless world.

Maraming salamat , Maestra Marina M Diokno!
I really missed you; I really treasured whatever you taught me;
your strong affinity for virtuousity, allegato and sostenuto,
indeed, a memory lane suffused with gratitude and threads of appreciation.

Copyright © mark escobar | Year Posted 2012

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Wan shades of carmine and carnelian Dying in a sunset’s languid demise The flame of pink, the smoke of lavender Grudgingly giving rise…to Final feeble glowing light of velvety purple Then to Ebon soot of night

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013

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America the Beautiful

America the Beautiful 
The heartland of America of peace and old farmhouses,
the country I read about as a young man it is still there
although news we are served is of riots and mass shooting.
Sturdy farmers in blue overall at the bottom of the road
 have collections of old stuff from recent past things
collected for the love of it, but you can buy some if they
feel like selling, canny know the value of scrap metal
Nice roads in a green landscape and tall three, and no 
police sirens scream around winding corners and bullets
do not fly through the air hitting a child. 

This is America the beautiful, I will go there someday,
perhaps buy a rusty old Dodge that has been standing under
a tree for twenty five years-who cares- and talk to the old 
farmer about this and the sorry life of city dwellers.        

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014

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Gaze Fixed Out To Sea

I wish to die By the Teak rail Of a salt weathered deck A poetic death you see… Wrap’t snug as a bug Warm woolen shawl round my neck With my ol’ grizzled dog at my knee I’d like to be found Eyes wide open and round In a rocker of wicker Gazing out to sea. What better a death An ol’ poet’s last breath Could there possibly …and poetically be?…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2014

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Butterfly Spirits

When you walk outside into the open air
When you look around at all the beauty everywhere
Think of butterflies fluttering all around
Filling the atmosphere from the sky to the ground
When you feel the wind across your face
Remember my love is all over the place
When you see one lone butterfly fluttering by with such beauty and grace
Think of me and the last time you saw a smile on my face
Remember the joy we shared in our lifetime together
The bond we shared was the most precious treasure
You are blessed with memories of our years on earth
Just as God blessed me on the day of your birth
I have moved on to a glorious place
But daily I am still blessed with your loving face
When you see a butterfly, think of me
That is my spirit flying high and free
I watch over you my dear loved ones, each day and night
I am so proud of your choices to live your life right
My love for all of you will continue to flow
I miss throwing my arms around you more than you know
I am flying with Angels in the Heaven’s above
We watch over you always and send down our love
Look for the butterflies with colors so bright
For they host the spirits of loved ones now out of sight
You must keep your chin up and take care of yourself
But remember God sends His Angels to sometimes help
When you least expect it, at a time of great need
That’s when an Angel appears to do a good deed
Keep your eyes open and be prepared
Great blessings will be upon you when you’re least aware
Watch for the butterflies as they flutter around
They will soon appear in your life when they are less likely to be found
My heart is with you as I watch from afar
Angels walk with you wherever you are
Trust in my word and know that many blessings are upon you
For God has sent Angels who will help you through 
Hold memories close and cherish those in your life with love
Trust in my word and in the Lord above

Copyright © 2003   Shari E Davis

Copyright © Shari Davis | Year Posted 2007

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The following is a tribute to Vincent Van Gogh, the amazing artist who died of his own hand in 1890. He died, tragically alone, and in obvious pain, unrecognized and unappreciated by the people of his day. But, in 1972, a talented young recording artist, Don Mclean, wrote and recorded a beautiful and stirring tribute to the artist, Vincent. The following are the lyrics to the song, featured on the American Pie album. I hope you will appreciate not only the sentiment so beautifully expressed, but the marvelous imagery and flawless poetry. It moves me; I hope it will likewise move you. And now, Vincent:

Starry, starry night,
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand, what you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free--
They would not listen, they did not know how,
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand,
What you tired to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free--
They would not listen, they did not know how,
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
Though your love was true,
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life as lovers often do,
But I could have told you, Vincent, 
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night,
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken in the virgin snow.

Now I think I know,
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free--

They would not listen,
They're not listening still...
Perhaps they never will.


Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014

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What a Beauty-Full Life

Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew

Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step

Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother’s lap

Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope

Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity

Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes

Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace

Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions

Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends

Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn

Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds

Beauty is in the silence,
When you don’t speak, and you say a lot

Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover

Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy

Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek

Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world’s showing off

Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything’s certain

Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose

Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows

Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath

Beauty is when you say,
“What a Beauty-Full Life...”

Copyright © Piyush Kaushal | Year Posted 2012

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I find it strange coming home 
and not seeing you this evening
I know I shall never see your eyes again
but I shall always feel their gaze
anytime thoughts of you come to my mind
I can still hear your pitiful moan
the first day I kept you in the kennel
Forgive me for not realizing 
that a spirit like yours
was not meant to be caged
After you were set free
how different and alive you looked
jumping around in the yard
with  those precise energetic leaps
So goodbye my little Gypsy
I shall never see you again
but you will always dwell
in that secret spot in my heart
Thank you for the beauty
you brought into my life

November 4, 2013

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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The survivors
Old age is a strange time you have no future and tend
to look back to what was is a dream. 

How long does old age last?

My wife and I are closer than ever, but are we clinging
to a life buoy of eternity?

I look at her, she has problem walking looks st me
and we both think the same.
So used you to each strength and weaknesses, 
how is she or she going to survive?

We have come to a point when our arguments are
a declaration of love.

The coward I’m I hope to go before her I can’t cope 
with the aftermath that can cause
resentment that fester for another generation.

And in early mornings I touch a warm body listening
to her gentle breathe glad to be alive.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2013

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When I No Longer Wonder

When comes the day When I watch the sun rise And fail to feel a sense of awe Twill be the day that time Blinds my eyes And I hear the Angels call When comes the day I can no longer lift My head from off my pillows Twill be the day I no longer care if The breeze still blows In the willows When comes the time That I can’t see the rhyme Nor the reason for the Rain Nor the thunder When I grasp for the rapture Of Nature… in vain Twill be the day …that I no longer wonder…

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2015

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prayer 1

I looked in Joel today father in your and as I read I remembered how I love you so dear and how you forgive me in the name of Jesus. it said for the cities to go into the mountains and blow their trumpets for the day of the lord is at hand. I need your hand oh daily forgiver who is warmed by the father's light. give unto me this day and I will fight for you as promised. hold a star above my head and help me too remember the panick and devastation it would cause among men including your faithful servents. intrigue my mind with visions too remind me I serve you willingly although I can be dis obedient you tell me when you look apone me you see no sin. still I want to be able too dance and sing in your name.guide me and let me know when your people need me and I will be their. forgive me and love my prayer oh mighty great spirits. Amen.

Copyright © steven coleman | Year Posted 2013

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Blank slate

ul clean, a blank slate 
Take me to that place beyond pain and hate 
I hear death lightly rapping, knuckles at the door 
Use the key, set yourself free, so you can soar 

The ending is just a beginner 
For the lover of life's not a sinner 
Countless incarnations more to go 
For the soul to learn all it needs to know 

Like a window, wiped invisibly clear 
Such that flying birds can't even see 
Where there is no longer any separation 
All is one, no need for you and then me 

I see them crying from the parallel 
I'm right here with them, but they can't tell 
The five senses so limited 
Why so shocked over what was always temporary? 

Don't worry, I'll see you again soon 
Soul recognition, sure as a new moon 
And there we'll be, a brand new start 
Where only one can go with a child's heart

Copyright © buggie Felix | Year Posted 2015

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-Beauty,In It's Death Throe's-

All that Beauty
meticulously arranged
it's luxuriant bounty
profusely displayed.

All that Beauty
of natural,blending colors
it's once emanating glory
now flaunted, floral fading aura's

All that Beauty
plucked, in silent objectivity
it's short lived, earthly sojourn
as Flowers set in coffin'd urn. 

Copyright © Christopher Stopford | Year Posted 2012

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Deceitful Love

It was a long time ago
When I first saw your face
And I knew in that instant
My heart was captured in grace.

But how could I know,
If your heart opens its door?
I’m a stranger you don’t know,
Someone you haven’t seen before.

Oh have I tried?
To capture your eye
Oh have I failed?
With tears on my eye.

It was a short time before
When I first talked to you.
Your voices are honey to my ears
And your smile just wiped my tears.

Surely I didn't know
That your smiles are all deceitful
Your lips were speaking out lies
And your beauty was wolves disguise.

I never knew it for sure
Why my heart is still not cure
Its wound was just too painful
And its beat was unsecured.

I wanted you to understand
That all I want is to be your friend
But I didn't know I was speaking the lies
When deep down I was screaming “Good-bye!”

Ever did I believe?
That you would treat me like a thief.
After all those I have tried
You act like I’m a spy.

You’re angels for adults,
But devil to the others.
You have beauty on the outside,
But ugliness kept inside.

I won’t regret of loving you
Nor regret of needing you.
For my heart knew its true love
And it’ll forgive what had happened above.

But I regret a thousand times
For choosing you at first sight
And yes I do regeret more
For playing on love when I was bore.

Haven’t I known your true face now?
But look at me, I still allow
My two-face heart to fall in lust
With the person who’s got no trust!

I called you in a million times
You put me out just one try
My patient had no longer last
And my tears began to dry.

Should I say “Good-bye my love”?
Or should I cry “When will I’m heard”?
It’s just too simple for now I get
That I just wanted to be your friend. 

Copyright © Celine Tran | Year Posted 2010

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From far they traveled
Their lands they abandoned
To see the power of our beauty
Tourists you nicknamed them

Forest, you called me
With green color I celebrated in joy
My body you caressed with care

But why now, 
What did I not do right?
Where did I really go wrong?

That with panga you now harm me
Into my veins you inject venom of destruction
Like gang of floods you merciless disposes me
With shameful bald, you have left me

What offense did I commit?
Rain I gave you
With no greedy heart, fresh air I surrendered

Your body smells gold
But your heart, the hurting stone
When am deforested you smile

With fresh water, your thirst I relieved
But why oh why
You now turn me into a laughing stock
With your bitter minds, my belongings you take away

Tears flood down my cheeks
When with your sharp hoes,
You pierce thorns, into fresh of my banks

Your mouth spits out words of comfort
But your mind, the dwelling place of destruction
When I silt you rejoice

To you the godly devil
We shade our tears
The wounds you have given us are painful
The baldness is shameful

We need our belongs back

Copyright © Kuleza John Lembi | Year Posted 2016

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I was in front of BEELZEBUB, my father-
My tender father, how tender!
He was smiling at me, smiling-
He was the famed LUCIFER. Sweet father so smiling.
He is the leader of the revolution against HEAVEN
He who wants to restore the bond between heaven and hell so fervent-
Else we shall continue to deceive the earth and HUMANITY
And continue making man God's enemy.

GOD: That is not a new thing son, of the famed Beelzebub.

Here I was in the Kingdom oh hell,
A twin thousand of years old which no human could tell-
And on my head was my crown of FATE of good size-
And around my head was my AUREOLE, a copy from that of the weakling, CHRIST.

There is none as beautiful as dad 
And as transparent and divine as his friendship so fat
Which Heaven so foolishly refuses to accept. 
He is handsome without a thing as except-

GOD: His beauty is a curse from Me THE SUPREME DEITY
He is a beauty to the eyes of the evil.
Go on DAIMON. We are growing impatient.
The Tale merits many a talent.

I was in a black cassock, with black sandals on,
Cassock of the Luciferian home. I was his son.
Father is a huge Man with a handsome tail and a head with vipers-
Red-eyed, deep-voiced, and with four delicate arms with hair like spikes for THOMAS.



Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2010

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In the bevy of beauty 
She strode with carriage and courage
Gazers overwhelmed
Critics clamoured
Mourners mourning
As they gather round her past
This noon she stood there vertical
Tonight she lay horizontal
Her pride and beauty encase 
In the meaninglessness of life
Head dropping
Tears tiring
Hope hopping
'Dirt to dirt 'hallowed the priest
'Emptiness of human in the human cosmos ' echoed the mourners. 

Copyright © awoh kingsley awoh | Year Posted 2011

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honey brown skin
warm, soft
black angel hair
long, lovely

now lusterless 
with dead doll eyes 
and skin like parchment 
cold, colorless
her deep red lips
now unable to utter
a single beautiful noise

a perfect, silent
motionless sculpture
until time
turns to dust
her pretty 
little eyes

Copyright © JoAnn Zachary | Year Posted 2011

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Doth fancy edges 
not only for riches 
smooth wealth of finish
leave the rest to timish

tangled mind blemish
thou art has yet to fetch
one most desired edge
leave the rest to dredge

spike with a smooth skewer
and let it be to fewer 
taste of mind such viewer 
brings the sky yet bluer 

Copyright © Talin Kalishian | Year Posted 2016

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Alone in Life

Life without you is like being dead.
There’s no purpose to get up or to go through the day.
When you’re alone its like just being empty inside, nothing has any meaning. Life 
has no reason to go on.
Everybody needs somebody to share everydays.
When the sun comes up it is so much better to share the beauty of the sunrise 
with someone.
When it rains it’s better to stay in bed and share the beauty of the rainfall.
Just everday, the little things are great when you have someone to share them 
with. When you are alone it has no meaning because it becomes no fun, just 
You feel just empty and without purpose in life- when you are by yourself. We all 
need someone- it started since the day we were born to the day we die. 

Copyright © tiffany Renard-Uren | Year Posted 2006

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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

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Go Join the Rain

An old man sat on his porch
rocking his life away
watching the sun fade in the horizon
each and every day

He wondered of all the days gone by
all the memories he had lived
trying to remember the reasons why
he chose the life he did

The old man who rocked the chair
was burdened by years of pain
but I told him not to close his eyes
for there is beauty in the rain 

The old man said many things that day
and one sounded like goodbye
so I touched his hand asking him to stay
but his head lay silent at his side

I rocked him in the evening wind
silently beginning to cry
knowing I didn’t ease the pain
my father carried inside

Old man you tried to rock away
those many years of pain
but decided to open your eyes
and join the beauty in the rain

Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005

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Cold Skin

You died and left
me here alone.
The clock slept
endless time.

I kissed your head
and a true friend
you shined.

A cloud for my sun.
A good friend the
best you were to me.
When you died your
flesh was cold they
put you in the ground
I wanted to give you
more clothes, and shoes
to keep you warm.
A shadow of mine I would
turn to keep you
safe from ground.

Heaven, how far is it?
My soul is eternal and
your eyes are torn from

Years will go by and
slowly in the grave
your beauty will be

I will always cherish
your caress and love.
Thank you dear friend
for giving me
your love.

(For my best friend Louise. I miss you.
Your beauty and heart. I love you.)

Copyright © Misty Lackey | Year Posted 2006