“Back in my day” his stories all would start
I’d lean in close to listen though I knew ‘em all by heart
He was a living legend, one of Texas’ best
Not just another lawman with a tin star on his chest
He fought along “RIP” Ford & John Coffee Hayes
When Texas was wooly & wild, back in the good old days
“One Riot, One Ranger” I’ve heard it said many times before
from fighting off Commanches to turning the tide of a range war
A Ranger never faltered, never imagined he could lose a fight
He’d go hell bent for leather just to turn a wrong to right.
From Nueces to Salado Creek he patrolled the border land
Dealing out swift justice with a smoking Colt sitting easy in hand
Hardin, Iron Jacket & Sam Bass thought they could get away
The Rangers ran them down to ground, the stories still are told today
Great Granddad was a hero, one of Texas’s best
Not just another lawman with a tin star on his chest
He passed on the legacy & the stories I’ll now tell
as I hear his voice echo when I start off, “ I remember well”
So tip your hat & raise your glass to the Rangers out there on patrol
and to all the Shadow Rangers, Rest in Peace, God rest your soul
Copyright © Catherine Devine | Year Posted 2005
A warning breeze bore tale of a familiar and fiery rage;
in the dread of night, a crone hobbled, accursed of her age
by smoldering orange glow, she took to an ancient black tome
raptly reciting incantations from a frail and ravaged page.
A century past, was the last time she’d seen them roam;
that cursed dark knight and his dragon with scales of chrome.
Overwhelmed by terror, she’d tried hiding herself in her bed
but the dragon knew…he could sense her, and lit up her home.
Scarred by the inferno, disfigured she looked like the dead.
The whole village feared her, and quickly rumors had spread,
“You’re a witch, you’re a monster, you’ll curse us, don’t venture so near…
stay away from our town, leave us alone.” they had said.
90 years of solitude, the crone spent every night with her fear;
entrenched in lore of ancients, spells feeble and others severe.
She committed her life to mastering the forbidden art
and now to her dread, dark knight and chrome dragon, drew near.
Though the breeze had granted her time, and a decent head-start,
the dragon had sensed her, and it wanted her heart.
Shaking, she whispered, casting spell after spell in the night,
transfixed, she fluidly traced out a primeval star chart.
When she had finished, she took up a shawl brilliant white,
hobbled out of her dwelling, and sang in the twinkling starlight.
Above her, the knight on his chrome beast made a dive
His sword in its sheath; he was expecting no fight.
The crone raised a finger, and with it, her will to survive.
Perseus, Prometheus, Orion, and Apollo did revive;
The lion, the ram, the bull and scorpion, from heaven crept
Beasts and heroes, gods and titans of ages past, came alive.
The blanket of heaven descended, and all who had slept
marched on the dark knight and his dragon, to intercept.
The battle was fierce, but swiftly it ended.
The crone ended her song, and then finally she slept.
The life she had granted the stars had expended
what life she had left, though that was as she’d intended.
She’d committed her life to protecting her homeland
though they’d sent her away, still their lives she'd defended.
Now there’s a rare constellation of a gnarled old hand
choking out a chrome dragon which appears to be manned.
Written somewhere on a frail and ravaged page,
is a spell to summon her...though that book has been banned.
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Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
The Hollywood hills still echoes with his
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic twist of fate, James Dean's
Name became immortalized as an epic tragedy,
Of youthful hearts seeking to be wild and free,
Without any consequences.
A teen idol who went out in a blaze of glory,
Revving His engine hell bound for destiny's,
Rock-n-roll Hall of Fame.
A nation wept in despair mourning for the
Loss of one so young and full of life.
Sorrows children cried in disbelief laying roses,
At his final resting place.
The jukeboxes remained silent with respects,
Reverence, and bikers gave him a rebel send off.
A generation whom believed they were bullet proof,
Realized how human life could be extinguished,
Within the flash point of on coming head lights.
James Dean's ashes were swept away swallowed,
Whole by time itself.
Now he's nothing but a tarnished star in histories,
Memorabilia case on display for all to see,
And remember, this the first easy rider.
JFK dream vision illusion of Camelot has faded to gray,
And Elvis now sings in a more heavenly chorus,
In the great beyond.
But before these man took the center stage, another
Walked the thin line of immortality's rebel fighting,
For a cause.
One lone figure rides into the night across freedoms,
Highway, and his name was James Dean.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2013
I was on the road to Vezalay, for Richard and his
quest. All the Christian knights would gather from
countries east and west. The papal hordes would
vindicate, and our swords and banners blessed.
As I walked the woods of Avalon, in peace and
serenity. By a stream in the shade, a vision came
to me. There she stood before me dressed in purist
lace, against the sun her silken form, my eyes
could easily trace. With her eyes she beckoned me
to a place where blossoms lay. From her shoulder
the garment slipped, a moon and star above the
breast stole and transfixed the eye, all was haze
and peace below the bluest sky. Jasmine filled the
air as we lay that summers day, we questioned
nought and let our feelings play. Her fingers of
such tenderness, danced and skipped my
nakedness. Her skin against my chest, I leant and
kissed the moon above her breast. Longing sighs
and the joining created, sensuous tones until our
love was sated. The evening grew cooler, the light
began to fade, our bodies locked in passion, all was
love in shade.
The morning proved a darker place, of my love there
was no trace. No bright star to light my way, no kind
lips for me to play. I searched with a heavy heart but
could not find, the love the heart so kind. I asked
myself with great contempt, surely not, I had not
dreamt. Then I saw in the blossoms there, lay the
flowers from her hair. With a heavy heart and heavy
soul, duty called and gained control.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
I set my case in the corner, empty the picks from my pocket
and kick off my shoes, it was a great night
She tosses her purse on the couch, blows me a kiss
and heads to the kitchen, I love watching her
I can hear her humming that song, our song
A few candles lit, she returns with a couple of beers, some lemon and salt
Plops down on the couch next to me with a giggle
Puts her feet up on the coffee table
A swallow of beer, knowing I’d rather swallow her
Leaning over I kiss her, soft and warm
She climbs over my lap, straddling me
Kissing more passionate, more intense
She pulls off my Kurt Cobain T and caresses my chest
Her moist lips find my neck, it becomes hot in here
I remove her shirt over her up stretched arms,
set it aside and hold her close
Her skin feels so good on mine
as our lips once more collide in passion’s desires
My mouth traces the outline of her beautiful body,
she grips my head and guides me
Flickering candle light dances, creating twin rhythmic shadows
I grab a lemon slice, dripping its tart juice on her flesh
It tastes so good, her skin becomes my lemonade
as her love adds just the right amount of sugar
“That’s for the beer dummy,” she laughs
but she doesn’t stop me, why would she
Her hands on my shoulders, she leans back
and her soft moans are now my music, her body my stage
Biting my ear she whispers, “Rock me, rock star,”
She knows I like that, even though I’m not, she makes me feel that way
I stand, lifting her with me, her legs wrap my waist, kissing,
arms tightly about my neck, and carry her to the bed
Sirens blare outside the window, normal for this hour in the city,
as we fall atop the gold comforter, collapsing as one
I gaze into her gorgeous eyes, still sparkling even in the darkness
“I love you Baby” I say, she smiles that enchanting smile and sighs…
”Prove it rock star, play me”
Please check out parts 1, 2 and 3 if you get a chance
The 6th Street I am talking about is in Austin Texas. It is the center of the musical world in that city. You can find any kind of music you like being played live in any of a number of different clubs on this street
There are 4 parts to this series if you care to see them. Actually there are 5, but # 5 would probably be a bit much for this site.
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Alligator with fierce but captivating eyes sometimes red glare
The Man with a title given by the High Priest of his Tribe
A man gifted at Birth for the World to be entertained by.
Though much more then the Entertainer inside ~
This Man a poet , a man of wisdom and power
Playing his cordless accordion or Guitar on the tiny Bar
Powerful stares , people dancing crazy underneath a moonlit sky
His trance , a spell on others , not to be denied
A Force stronger then you will know , be dared to reckon with
His name was given at birth for a reason , A Scorpio
Legacy throughout Europe and deep woods in the Bayou
Alligator loved by many , playing Jimmy Hendrix to Zydeco
Alligator , the man on fire , women can not help but desire
In Monterey Bay, California, he plays , magical surprise
be warned if you go with date to see him "Alligator "
At the end of your dancing to Zydeco and blues
your date will be in Trance , one glare into his eyes
she will be wanting He at the end of the night , your demise.
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Star Trek Rules!
It was time for: Comic Con! Comic Con! Dragon wanted to come, too!
But then so did everyone else at Troll Lake… Hey, now, wouldn’t you?
We made some really cool costumes… for the costume show, my Dear.
You can guess, ‘Star Trek Rules!’ It couldn’t be anything less, you hear.
Our favorite nighttime popcorn show, would truly now, become a part of our lives!
The penguins got permission from the zoo; to go… great publicity, so very wise.
McRacoon had his Las Vegas Dragons get us, and a mock saucer, there, all on time.
Naturally pre-registered and in costume, we strutted in! Hi there! Began the playtime!
Man we were really cool, as the guest actors ask for OUR autographs. For Real!
Pictures were snapped, and a poster made, to be signed by everyone, so cheerful.
It’s highest bid, given to charity, would be a nice touch, for everyone in our crew.
The costume show was set outside, where all the dragons, could fly in, or out, too.
And a small mock, star ship was landed on stage, so we could enter with more flare.
Lord a mercy! Look at us! We’d never be like this, again! We were like stars, I swear!
Grandpa Troll, became Mr. Spock, naturally, because he was so, very clever and wise.
Our neighbor witch, was Uhura, due to her great ability to, protect everyone’s’ lives.
Borp the Frog became Sulu, so he could take us up to Borp speed, with laser effects!
Hubby was Scotty, with the Tinker Trolls in engineering, for special effects, so perfect!
The penguins were the beloved crewmembers, running with lasers, all over the place.
The powder puff tribbles, got wet, so yes, became the ‘Trouble with Dribbles’, in space.
The Mary River Turtles wanted to be Checkov. What a groovy, exciting, security team.
Dragon wanted to be Captain Kirk, you know, like totally, in command… At the scene!
All agreed, I’d be a great Dr. McCoy, since I always get to, kiss the Boo- Boo’s away.
The Weird Frogs were the Aliens, chasing everyone mindlessly, around, the set, that day.
And the Las Vegas Dragons, became attacking star ships, over which our lasers won!
The crowds went wild, and we won first place in their hearts, as well as, in their minds!
Everyone had, such a good time, so the Trek continued, well after, when we got home.
That year Comic Con made the National news, and of course, nobody, was surprised!
As the residents of Troll Lake and Acorn Falls… continue to Trek on… every day!
By Mike and Carol Eastman…
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Go for life of the amazing if you want it, choose what you see, be much more .
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Seasons of yesterdays reason. Four Seasons never the reason its only a planets four seasons underneath night skies the lamps a stars light ,think of the songs to pray, due skies? & sigh you laugh, & cry disagree to love unconditional.
Agreement of a disagreement unconditionally, question the question of you. Ive played left you turn right, the hardest in love a man of science..
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Copyright © Terrance Upham | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
A star is born
a new era dawns,
down on earth the
King of Kings is born
Give praise to the Lord God
our Saviour Jesus is born.
The Christmas message is
truly heart warming
So during this season of
the year, stay joyful,
triumphant and full of cheer.
Give praise to our Lord Jesus.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
An Ode To LIFE
As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea
As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of
I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago
As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true
The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child
The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts
An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed
So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled
As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each
I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey
As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in Nazareth of Galilee
As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me
As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.
By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Inspired by God
Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013
Written July 29, 2013
The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around
The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June
The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me
See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars
Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
trees whispered her name
for a queen was born
from a faerie and an archer
who had the soul of a poet
the love of his moondust
in an early summer dawn
a girl came in to this world
filled with magic and the love of all things
aquila took his bow
drew forth an arrow
which the feathers were brown and gold
aimed towards the sky
and let it go
the arrow arced high
burst in to stars
a star to carry
a star to keep
a star to remember
a new queen
that would join
all living things
under the forests of richest green
the summer queen
laid a single leaf upon the child’s chest
it glowed, then shrank
became part of her
this, i had never seen
for the leaf
carried all of natures’ magic
in an extraordinary child
signified all that is good
upon the great good earth
the queens and kings
the princes and princesses
all of heartstone
to see a tiny girl
who had the power of a single leaf
that lay close to her heart
that she knew
of the wise ways
that what lies within us
means, you are never alone
our tiny girl
who, in her time
would become the greatest living being
lay quietly in the great hall
surrounded by magic and majesty
past kings and queens
their hearts filled with wonder
most of all,
the leaf as i came to know
came from the great earthen king
who had passed on long ago
that there is always a past
that can never be broken
it will always last
we celebrated until dawn broke
sweet faerie music filled the air
darting lights everywhere
whispering trees spoke
i felt within my heart
as i held my moondusts’ hand
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
I left the Earth and walked to the Moon passing the Sun.
Along the way a Star I did meet full of treasures and fun.
The Star had a story to tell so I listened carefully so keen.
It told me of Earth’s history and mysteries setting a scene.
There was a King a Queen a Prince and a princess before.
Not born of Earth but of this Star that made plenty more.
The Star buried them in the Earth’s core where they grew.
It took years and years for this mixture to ferment a brew.
In the Earth’s core were diamonds as big as Mountains.
They sprung forth showers of fires like huge fountains.
Under the diamonds was a huge magnet pulling the Star.
They stayed together and worked as one to build a heart.
So they gave the heart to the Queen and the princess.
The King and the Prince were able to take a recess.
They went on and built the dome around the Earth.
But in the core lies a timely date for a new rebirth.
So they grew and woke up and jobs were assigned.
They had to gather the crops and all planets aligned.
They had to dispense kingdom upon kingdom by a breath.
They had to experience a multitude of life and one of death.
But they hid treasures upon the whole Earth and stored.
They sealed fate conquering life and death until bored.
So one day they decided to go away leaving treasure.
They’d build galaxies and more Stars hard to measure.
They stayed together and lived happily ever after.
Each with a skill and a talent cheerfully in laughter!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2006
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009
star knights and their energy swords
on doomed world's
fighting for our dream's faith
queens rule blue and green world's
weapons made of light courage
our chores are almost done
we can't see our sun
were looking through our window
and see villains falling out of the sky
and surrounding our eyes
like sun's beaming on our lawn
they're hidden by robes with
no faces and glow with no light
they look with their fingers
to scare us to places
were being taken through fright
evil eyes and liar's
they dont know
our star knights who are far away
will come before the light and day
and rescue our hearts
aligned with our stars in space
and destroy the new evil without
Copyright © Ernestine Wilson | Year Posted 2013
Look at the stars,
Look at how they're shining just for you.
Their twinkle and glow is so bright.
They may leave you at bay
When the sun rises to light up the day
But my dear they'll be watching over you
Like your guardian angels always do.
Copyright © roxy Seymour | Year Posted 2015
I want a love that
fills my veins like
sweet like sugar and
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme
I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...
I want a love
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
rejuvenated and refreshed
A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight
I speak these words into the
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious
mystical journey unknown
Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010
Take a deep breath and feel the cool ocean breeze.
Lay back your head let your golden hair flow free.
Feel the warm tingle of the sun on your face
filling the lines around your eyes like a road map you can trace.
Waves flow around you, cooling your warm sun kissed skin.
Drifting off to places you’ve dreamed but never been.
Maybe sipping tea with the queen at her royal throne,
or singing like a rock star on a stage all alone.
Or flipping through a magazine and finding your face on the cover,
or discovering you’re the main attraction at the circus as a juggler.
Or winning an academy award for your part in an epic movie,
or sitting back stage with the band where you’re the number one groupie.
Or maybe time rewinds and you’re slow dancing at the prom,
or sitting at lunch with the boy you had an enormous crush on.
Or maybe you’re top chef at a five star hotel,
or climbing the tallest mountain to take a breathtaking repel.
So as the crisp ocean breeze peaks your senses to awake
and you open up your eyes as the cold waves wash away,
and the dimly lit sunset lights your soul deep within,
you finally come to realize that your dreams will never end.
Copyright © Jod!e Quintero | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
No more despair
Doves they do flock
Together we rock
United Nations mock
We live as one
God has no more song
New year start
Forget terrors heart
If you think this will happen
Think again you dreaming marder
As long as the earth spins
Evil has to embark her
This is not a Care Bear® story
We dont live in the clouds with clowns
Finding the lost unicorn is not our biggest worry
Stop smoking and come back down
Until the day comes where we must unite
To save the world from Klingons and fight
We will always argue over who came first
Science, religion, Jehovahs witness, or mothers giving birth
Thats just the way nature is, beautiful but full of hate
You dont see the Lion and the Buck high fiving
As they sip tea on the porch and talk about the hippos weight
They must survive and kill just like the humans trait
So tell John Lennon he made a great song about Let it Be
But also tell him hes more likely to see the DoDo on Discovery
Not that I dont agree.....
I would love to see the world in unity
Earth has man, and man is what is killing me
Until man dies there will never be hope of loyalty
To my mother earth........
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2007
Lucifer, oh Lucifer
bearer of light
without you where would be
the knowledge of wrong and right
the observers of time
obscure you into an evil
are you God's son or Satan
I believe you are neither
Lord of all lords
creator of kings
a spark of curiosity
grew into the flame that tamed
intelligent beings aren't consumed
by animal instincts of other names
with such a power
was a ultimate curse
the more higher gone holy
the farther depth of evil
Ah, but the risk is the reward
for you gave us your gift
the first book of your skin
written in the blood as you wish
as fast as you appeared
you left us in grace
slowly your forgotten
memory all but erased
if at best your footsteps
are a blueprint into man's potential
for better or worse
I follow you into my own ritual
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
At night I like to look to the sky
and remember the lost ones by whom I'm inspired
The angels Rena, Toni, Jeromiah, and David
all showed me something, how can I repay them?
My heros whos lives, troubled like mine
yet never once did they ever fail to shine
even as they thought they mattered not
I noticed the love for the life through they fought
every time they woke from the bed
until one by one, my heros, fell dead
When I remember, even though, ago long,
I look to the heavens, and sing them a song.
I feel them smile, and clap for another
I give it all my love, like I do Teddy and Randy, my brothers
who pulled me out of the hole in my head
and gave me the strength to carry the dead
into my concert, a symphonic life
for its what they give me, when we get lost in the night.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
At the end of the rain, there is
a beautiful rainbow.
I found mine a few days ago.
There is hope, just pick yourself
up and go.
Don't be scared of the dark,
because a star will help you
find the road.
The rainbow and the star is a
person with a beautiful soul.
They have something that you
can't buy with gold.
They help you out of your hole.
God sends us angels.
There is blessings in every
Everything happens for a
But you get through It like the
God is great!!
Thanks to him, we are living up
to this date-Mario Perez
Copyright © Mario Perez | Year Posted 2011
Words elevated to a dazzling height
Silently answering perfections plight
Love strung together to make a sentence
Hate molded to become a pen
Time yields to patience
Rage bows to zen
Transcending a mind
A unique voyage just to find
That my pain is not my own
The dark is not for me to own
A star sits in a dark corner weeping
Its light flickering, its tears beckoning
Waiting to be rekindled, be reborn
Its essence weakened, its passion torn
Unable to help, my flame long since extinguished
But her whispering screams need to be relinquished
My history a possible remedy to her heart breaking agony
So I slowly open scars I closed indefinitely
I bleed memories and thoughts, hoping her tears will stop
Synchronized … as her tears and my blood drops
For every memory, a tear is traded, for every thought the corners of her mouth move up a inch
The darkness recedes as her light increases
Her tears slowly transform into pieces, pieces of poetry
Convincingly showing my blood a forgotten beauty
… I smile …
Sometimes the dark holds a star waiting to soar
People see it as scary, but the dark, yes the dark has so much more
Copyright © Vino Venitas | Year Posted 2011
This wall stands stronger
Stronger than any man
Yet so difficult
It was to defend
Completely out matched
Thunder came in the dark
But those on the wall
Put up one hell of a fight
The wall never ended
Nor was it straight
Yet inside those men
Had doom as fate
Those who are left
With nothing to lose
As if death they choose
After days and nights
Sleep came to none
Fate had came
At the rise of the sun
Heroes are made
In this very spot
This place where our ancestors
So valiantly fought
And fight they did
Taking far more than given
Unstoppable sit the man
Who is cause driven
Surrender they could
Lives may have been spared
Where would we be today?
If our men had been scared
Heroes and legends
Were made at this spot
This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought
A tribute to those at the Alamo
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
There’s a force unknown to us.
Buried inside souls,
Well-ordered by chosen few,
It holds both good and evil
Sponsor Brian Strand
Contest Name EKPHRASIS PAINTING,SCULPTURE,FILM,BOOK max 5 lines
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011
around the universe
a place in the sand
people are starving
for space and more land
fuel is getting darker
no cats and no markers
someone missing a daughter
where fuel ships cannot find her
some nights and stone air
blonder with their braided hair
where troops cannot get there
for freedom fights and new dark stares
space worlds where they think she is
held captive and the missing cheers
a world's to close and missions near
need plenty of sleep
and fuel for their hair
black star a space hero
is already there
through the drought filled air
and darkened waters
fighting the planets
all made of their hair
i'am sure she will signal,
when troops turn to stares
destroy the evil leader who's
thoughts leads to scares
black star is more frightful
space weapons and your air
Copyright © Ernestine Wilson | Year Posted 2008
Stay up with me and gaze at the stars.
Far up and up,together we gaze.
Sinking into the view of connection.
Stay up with me and share this connection.
Would you stay up and up with me,
sharing the view of an astronaut.
Running from the suns heat.
Running on jupiter,enjoying its mysterious beauty .
Off to mars, where we consume intoxicating green glowing goo.
Stumbling drunk to Pluto,creating ice sculptures of each others faces.
Freezing mental pictures in our warm frame of mind.
Stay here on Pluto my dearest, take my love it will keep you warm.
Ill soon be back. Off to saturn to steal its orbiting ring. Running back to pluto with a hang over.
Damn those martians on mars!!!
I stoped on jupiter to vomit and back to pluto I arrived.
She says:baby,honey,my shining star iam glad your back.I am sorry I took so long.I kneeled to the ice and gazed at her eyes saying would you married me.Pulling out saturns ring and making it condense with the power of love.As I placed it on her finger a shooting star passed by.Then I asked her would you stay up and up with me for eternity, gazing at the stars?she saide yes.
Together at last dancing with the stars.
Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT | Year Posted 2012
The day the Sun stopped
the Moonwalker came along.
When he was jus' six he had worked
and was called ugly after his birth.
Then came his passion of singing,
he felt sad 'bout his upbringing.
The first black star to be starred on T.V.
On a channel called M.T.V.
He was swimming in cash.
All his albums were always a Bash.
Dangerous, HIStory then came Thriller
can you believe it he was just a miller?
As a 'Pop Star Legend' He was known.
a God to kids,teens and the growns.
Many surgeries did he go through,
Black to White,Plastics then came the flu.
Then came a tragic day,
The day twenty-five,six O' nine.
Death came on his sway,
there was mourning and grief
on his fans so divine.
We love You Michael
you will always be in our hearts.
You were, are and will be the best.
May God bless your soul
and give you rest..
R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON.
Copyright © Shriyans Chaudhari | Year Posted 2009
Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick
within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse
I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle
now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole
I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array
The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been
Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere
Copyright © brian stewart | Year Posted 2009