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Details | Acrostic |

The Message

I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done, I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine Like the late great who came before my time I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life Now that ain't right! As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite Night after night Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight Although, we'll be all right They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right Instead we're the light to a lying greed That will enlighten life to a brand new seed A man of God indeed Freed from the Son that bleeds Like the summer breeze He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe The air that please A satisfaction like the birds and the bees My word's words are the keys That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy So shall our comradery That will bring comfort to a struggling society A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity Unifying the physics of theory That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy Similar to the Cosby X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality Like life's calamity And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically However, I've discovered a system That can mathematically destroy ignorancy And turn our state of mind intellectually I elect that He (God) selects me to be And be that man who may lead this community So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny Like we were destine to be We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we. Because we are... The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous Our potentials are endless And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this So it's time we put a stop to this The biggest enemy of self And that's envy and jelousness Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is A promised made sealed with a kiss Knowing this Is the next best thing since "In the beginning" In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!

Copyright © Ajalon Michael Zarate | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

propaganda the ultimate weapon

In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.

Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing  troth of profits

from which they feed.

The real enemy is not
The man women or child
on the street
but Satan
through the powers that be
that lurk in the shadows
in obscurity.

Peter Dome.copyright.2014.March.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epyllion |


the Octopus is strong
no longer lies beneath deep oceans
but lingers all around
tentacles flail through keystrokes of the fool
shipwrecked with pornography
we hear her diabolical roar
seeps under
stings with mighty suckers
we swim away only to be sideswiped by her medicine
her unholy device
no match for her biology
tangled in that
eight armed sinister swim

can we win?

not completely sure
but there's hope in our human resiliency.,

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


You ask, Do I believe in miracles? Have I seen healing outside the Bible?
Is the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit accessible –
To me and you, beyond the Book of Acts, after Pentecost -
Is the age of signs and wonders gone with John the Baptist?
I have seen the worst of human hearts and the best
(The worst from the so-called best; the best from the pagans and communists)
My answer juxtaposes America’s Lincoln-era Civil War with other uncivil wars;
Fast forward to India-Pakistan, now Afghanistan, Iraq, Sri Lanka, Syria!
Hell of civil & uncivil wars;miracles might have saved these & Libya

Yes, I lived a miracle in South Africa myself (Glory to God!)
When a whole nation was freed from a taste of holocaust
A taste of Nazism pitted against so-called communism
South Africa was led by a black “communist” into love,
Into agape-love, forgiving love, Truth and Reconciliation
Yes, Rolihlahla Mandela (Beloved Madiba) was Christ’s man
Not what you & I expected.Leading journalists called him terrorist
Yet he rebuilt a democracy on guilt of tycoons & bones of patriots
Black, for the most part, but patriots who loved as American patriots love
On the ruins of apartheid & segregation, I saw history
On the coattails of Mandela; joined him at Union Buildings
Dined with ambassadors, helped train other officers
When apartheid had said, “You are black ... nothing:
We are the Chosen people in this wilderness”
Yes, sadly, they quoted the Bible (“knew” Jesus Christ)
I lived a miracle, thanks to Christians & others, for apartheid is dead
A new South Africa still battles the demons of lust, hate, greed 

My daughter spoke two languages at age seven
(was learning yet another: her teachers showed their true colors)
“Special Education, non-academic stream!” they said
Faith as an angry volcano said “No, I rebuke such words”
Ayanda is my American Sign Language teacher
Jesus knew better: college material, not dead-end special education
Yes, I have laid hands & spoken life since Pentecost
Yes, Beloved, Holy Spirit power - dunamis - is gifted us
Jesus said, “Unless I go, the Holy Spirit will not come”
Not inferior to Jesus, our Trinity is co-equal, co-eternal
I shall not leave you orphans, said He
We have The Paracletos, the Helper, "allos paracletos,"
"Another helper of the same kind” - Hallelujah! Believe this!
The same power that resurrected Jesus indwells each believer
Walk in the Holy Spirit's power & show Jesus to others!
He loves Egypt & U, Gentiles & Jew
4/19/17.Long Live My King Yeshua

Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Put Away Your Sword

Put away your sword Sir
and step into the light.
Only words hold sway here.

Not that way,
There is nothing that can save you there,
All the words there have been poisoned. 
There are words there in the dark that can make cuts that never heal
And words that will cut through even your bone.
Words that can deflect your best sword thrust.

Don't look down,
Those word will only make your blood boil
And don't touch those rocks 
They contain words enough to crush your heart.

Best not to enter that pool,
Words are waiting there to destroy your soul.

Take off your chain mail,
If words of wisdom and light cannot penetrate,
You may yet still slip from my grasp.

There is no shelter in that cave,
Only words to confuse,
Words to haunt
Words that only spawn black thoughts
And worst of all are the words that eat into your hopes
Til you give them all up
Or words that can turn your dreams into  nightmares.
There are words there that can  blindside you,
Or bend your will til it loses power.
Best stay out of there if you don't want a hole where your heart used to be.

Good, you have left your sword behind you,
I knew you were listening.
Now I can show you how to master words more powerful than your sword,
All my lessons begin and end with Love.

Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

More man-made crap

And duke 
All these man-made titles 
Make me want to puke 

It’s such a load of crap 
Pining for these freaks 
This pedestal treatment 
Friggin reeks

Oh you’re so much better than me 
I’m so blind with admiration 
That I can’t see

That you’re just like me 
You live
You feel 
You do as I do 

But you act as though you’re the elite few
I can only see it for what it is 
Just a load of crap you spew 

All I can say of this lunacy 
Is excuse my truancy 

Eric (and sometimes not)



Copyright © Eric Nolan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Paper ghosts in an upside down world

Written words
Lines and verses
Fragments of an author's soul
Frozen ink on paper
Entombed emotions
Imprisoned ideas
Trapped thoughts
Sentient silhouettes
Paper phantoms
Paper ghosts

School during a civil war
In six easy steps
A place of learning and reason
A propaganda soup cauldron
A refuge of normality against war's insanity
A broken concrete skeleton
Save for the paper ghosts

A ransacked classroom
The silence gives no clues to the tragedy
Only a fleeting news item
From survivor's stories with survivor's guilt
Quickly scribbled
Quickly read
Quickly forgotten
Buried in an archive
Rarely indexed
Rarely read
Its paper ghost exorcised
From the world's conscience
By the weight of the world's problems

A library bookcase
Now a classroom carcase
Books long since burnt
First some were subversive
Then all were subversive
Cremated by the howling inferno
Set by howling savages
Firelit featureless faces
Ashes scattered to the wind
Paper ghosts of long dead authors
Released from their paper prison
A carbonised carbuncle now their marker
On a silent playground

For those with homes
And those without
Record your feelings
Free verse
Forget strict rules
Everyone else has
The title
"Autumn in a barren land"

The assignments completed
Collected, sorted, marked and graded
Waiting to be returned to eager poets
But never returned
Precious parchment
Captured soul fragments
Now just children's paper ghosts 
In an empty room

The boy who doesn't understand
Backward sevens and zees
No matter how many times corrected
An illegible scrawl smeared with teardrops
He cried whilst he tried
"Well done! Good effort!"
With a smily face

The inseparable friends
Never miss a class
A joint effort, or so they say
The stronger one sharing the glory
Whilst holding her friend until she stops screaming
"I enjoyed this - thank you both!"

The orphaned boy
One of many
Lonely in a crowd of lonely children
Sympathy divided and rationed
And dried up long ago
A blank page
"Please keep trying. You are not alone"

The silent girl
Never speaks
No one knows why
Desperately tries to tell her story
Imprisoned by horror
Her poetry an escape to normality
Pinned on the notice board
A gold star stuck on the corner
More deserving than those worn by bandoliered generals
That the war seemed to spawn
She wrote:

    "The leaves covered the ground
    Blown by a chill wind
    Pages torn from nature's book
    Their veins a portrait of their mother tree
    Broken by the storm
    Icicles grown and shattered
    A litter of sparkling diamonds
    Cherry stains mark the earth
    A muddy footprint a sign of humanity
    Amongst the broken branches
    Summer's ghosts"

The poems covered the classroom floor
Blown by a cold wind
Leaves torn from civilisation's book
Their writing a portrait of their mother land
Broken by the storm
Windows blown and shattered
A litter of sparkling diamonds
Blood stains marked the carpet
A muddy bootprint a sign of inhumanity
Amongst the broken desks
Paper ghosts

The forgotten children evacuated
Maybe some survived

Written 12th March 2017

Entry to "upside down world" contest

Copyright © Mark Martin | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Streets Of All Evil

how i hate a walk in downtown !!!
i flare up at any blaring sound
rubbish ,dirt,cockroaches swagger
a dead land for zombies crowd

leaving the doorstep ahead to hell
cows dirt display,and sharp yell
dogs orchestral barking bands infest
rule the streets where they dwell

when the sun goes high it's time
to see the packs of drunken rhyme
teens,kids and small soft guys
swarm the corners in their prime

no sooner do they quit mother breast
that they dart blindly into streets nest
where evil brainwahes their naive minds
shaping them for future society to infest

the future flowers expected to bloom
being watered with gaz sunned with fire
blazing wits will soon burn bright
before life could enjoy their light

Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

Arthurian Legend Part 4

Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own

He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister, who led him astray

There was a court hearing for the Queen
but Sir Lancelot was nowhere to be seen
The judges decided to burn her at the stake
Sir Lancelot discovered his darlings’ fate
As the execution proceeded that day
Sir Lancelot swooped down and carried her away

They escaped to Brittany in France
Sir Lancelot’s home town, where he trained to lance
Now Arthur was in such a rage
he gathered his army to engage
They travelled to France in hot pursuit
ready to punish the deserted two

Now Mordred was left all alone
in Arthur’s kingdom, he took the throne
He would have inherited the whole estate
but he was greedy and couldn’t wait

He told the people that Arthur was dead
and he was now king and do as he said
He brought off the people with money and gifts
and raised an army, a rebellious rift
Now Excalibur was hidden away
but the scabbard gone, stolen by Fay

Arthur found out about Mordred’s rule
and returned from France to confront the fool	
So Arthur and Mordred went to saddle
both armies’ Gathered ready to battle

But Merlin was nowhere to be found
the evil sorceress had him bound
Enclosed in a crystal cave
Unable to cast a spell to save

At Camlann they fought with spear and sword
a fierce and bloody battle, roared                                
The fighting lasted all through the day
high losses on both sides, bodies now lay

© Copyright 29th December 2010 K.C.Leake

Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2010

Details | Quatrain |

Dead Voters Come Alive

I take comfort in being dead one day
Cold and cozy in the coffin
Snug in the grave paid in full
Sadly this is not true for me and you

Just because you can't see me
Doesn't mean I am not there
Just because I am not there
Doesn't mean you can't see me

See! All dead people can pull a lever
With some clever political maneuvers
Even if you are not inclined to be alive
Rise to the occasion of persuasion

Be reborn, re-registered as a Democrat
Vote the liberal agenda in disguise
Free will is meaningless when deceased
Leave the cemeteries for the primaries

No one ever really dies to be dead forever
It serves no useful power pleasure purpose
Why not be dead and alive in several states at once
With the snap of a political finger it is done

God gives eternal life and so do politicians
All you need is a name and place of residence
“The Cemetery” will do for ever lasting registration
To vote over and over again for the agenda

*Authors note:  Sadly it is true.  It is a reality that hundreds of thousands of deceased people will be voting in this upcoming and future elections.  There are no laws or the will of the people or politicians to change this practice.

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Imagism |


As dark as night
You are nothing but agony
Misery ,separation, cries , death ,hate

Perpetrators once my 
Friends, neighbors, colleagues, companion
Transformed to haters.

You patrolled with negation
See ,see now they walk
Head bend ,shame on their faces
doubts in them , repentance they seek
We pardon them, come changed compatriots

Click  clack  boom  boom
Click   clack  boom boom
Cling  cling   chop  chop
Babies, women ,men ,young ,old
Down,   hmm.

Never ,never again

Copyright © ELVIS LYONGA LIEVE | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world

Dishonesty and
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

Details | Romanticism |

Evil amor

Raised to be evil in this world,
Destroying everything and everyone,
But once I saw and meet you I couldn’t do it,
You were the fully opposite of me and I fell in love with you,
Everyday that went by I loved you more and more,
But hiding my past too you afraid of your reaction towards me,
Everyday together our love grow stronger,
Who was to think opposite were meant to be together and love each other, 
I loved you and you loved me,
I trusted you and you trusted me,
I was happy and so were you,
Then I was to find out that it wasn’t all as I saw,
Confessing to me that she was once like me,
But changed her evil ways to find her true love,
As I did found my true love begin evil and turning good,
Not everything is as you see at the end we were both evil,
It’s ok to change but never hide what you are.

Copyright © felipe santiago | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

Napalm And The Evil That Man Do

The evil that Man do, the US military outdid themselves...
When  they rained  napalm into the lush jungles of Vietnam...

Political ideologies were being fought, and the US was arrogant with their might...
But the US was suffering  badly against the guerrila tactics fought out of sight....

All hell breaking loose in the treacherous  dense jungles there in Vietnam...
Against the yellow skinned slit eyed freedom fighters of Vietnam.....

Victory  at all costs, chemical weapons of the worst kind....
The US military brass approved them without a second thought....

So the day happened, when the US rained fire from the skies...
While the brass in the Pentagon awaited the outcome of their horrifying decisions...

The chemical napalm melted skin and flesh, fusing them to the bones...
The searing heat and the excruciating pain that came after the napalm...

One cannot imagine the horror and the blind panic when the napalm down it came...
Here comes a naked running girl, terror in her eyes and panic driven......

CLICK! goes the camera shutters and she is into worldwide immortality....
That panicked screaming girl running away from a death so searing.....

When that picture hit newstands the world over...
The world took stock of the evil that Man do, the US did better....

It does beget the all too important  question to think over..., 
Does the end justifies the means, to those people in position of power...?


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

See, Hear Or Speak No Evil

We should see no evil the teachers taught us.
School faculty had butter, we margarine,
They relished the toasted white, while we ate brown bread;    
Always on the wrong we suffered they were Right.
Ringing roll call bells we heard in the line up
House master to walk a sharp eyed inspection;
Pulling out those loose tie or unpolished shoes:
He walks flouting slippers and open collars. 
Student molested toes the line in discipline,
Never speaking to the professor he knew,  
Touching him with unique silence, tongue in cheek 
Flattering his smile to boost the boss’s ego:

Forget truth, to remember established wrong,
And delight in this saga's pathetic ways.        

 “It is dangerous to be  right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong”
  Voltaire quote

Copyright © jai Garg | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

Simone Legree: Anima

Frowning at my desires, and the knowledge I acquire.

Disguising them as shame, pain, and misery.

Scorning me in front of company, but he lives with me.

His lashes wait for me to surface from the dark corners that harbor me.

With him I'm on a leash, in the dark I find peace.

We share the same space, even the same face, but he is far from I.

My ego is like a slave master and I wonder why...

He says we can be anyone we want to be, anyone but myself.

Why do I see freedom in rebellion? Society can't be good for my health.

Copyright © Angelo Pierre louis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Chastushka |

the voice of Norway

The voice of Norway 
It was there 
At the border 
A gray mass of stones
Between two countries
One country
Wanted to give it away
As a good will gesture
But the people
Those who didn`t know
The mountain existed 
Said NO
We will not give away
 A pebble
Of our nation 
There was waving flags
The authority relented
Took the offer back 
The people had spoken 
With a narrow- minded 
Nationalistic fervour 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

The Evil Winding Road

No more chaos
A little more easement
Levelling to eternity
A spirit befitting all.
Running from him.
Running to survive.
Running from the elder.
I don’t want the knowledge
The knowledge to hasten all.
I am a historian
A scholar.
A religious scholar.
I don’t need this
My glasses fall.
I can’t see.
I can’t read.
Nothing matters anymore.

Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatrain |

What is Envy

Envy is feeling sorrow at another’s good fortune and
Joy at the evil which befalls him/her as if
We ourselves were injured by the good and
Benefited by the evil that comes to him/her


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

The Truth

Bottom line
This is genuine
Alcohol was his thief of time.
I heard him say
It took all of mine.
His body is now in decline
His mind has trouble dealing in real time.
It sends a chill
Down my spine 
To realize he gave up his free will.
The wife went away
His children are filled
With hearsay
Which he has never disputed up to this day.
The sad part is he still
Is learning how to behave.

Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2017

Details | Bio |

restless hands

Restless hands
I look at my old hand
Blotches of liver spots, slow running blood vessels 
Delivering old blood so I can fold my hands
Once they caressed a woman`s body who moaned 
And my hands were firm
Women used to see me and smile now I walk
The earth unobserved and words become a long silence.
if I tell you how much I miss making love 
to sit in the park with a girl of and see the moon while
smoking cigarettes, inhale its promise of love to come
the aroma of her hair the smoothness of her thighs 
to kiss her libidos and drink her sweet water, her legs 
Apart she has given herself to me.
Asleep enfolded we are, tomorrow is far away.
My old hands remember so much I bow my head and try
to inhale from my hands what once was 
It is all so hopeless and soon I will be dead 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Evil Words

Evil words spoken
today, become
a poison dart

wrote 9-8-08

Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008

Details | Roundel |

I Live On The Streets

I live on the streets they're not pearly white.
To tell the truth I didn't realize how hard it would be to 
Until I had to remain
Then I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at night.
I have given up the sunlight
Where I have no name.

I live on the streets they're not pearly white.
To tell the truth I didn't realize how hard it would be to

My night when it lights
Is not tame.
Peer pressure I disdain 
No matter how slight.

I live on the streets they're not pearly white.
To tell the truth I didn't realize how hard it would be to

Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2017