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Details | Free verse |
		
	
	
	
	
	
	My Real Name
	
	All I want from this life 
	is that you know my real name, 
	not the one my mother gave me 
	in remembrance of no one 
	she ever knew other than my father, 
	but rather the one which says 
		that I once lightly touched 
			something divine, 
		that I lived too long 
			in the sticky pit of addiction, 
		that I was a high-diver, 
			easily piercing the
			membrane of reality,
		that I was once a magician, 
			a weaver of incantations, 
			the alchemist who found gold, 	 
		that I danced with you 
			among the eastern clouds 
			on those fine mornings, 
			my suit of light glowing 
			yellow and orange and red, 
		that I lay with you 
			in the chocolate darkness 
			of summer’s night, 
			dew like starlight in your hair, 
		that I was cloud-shadow 
			flying up Yellowstone valley 
			on cold mountain air, 
			vanishing over the near horizon, 
		        and gone. 
	
	That’s my name, 
	all of it and more that I can’t recall.
	I know you will remember.
	
	
		
	12.10.2013




	
	

	
		
	
	
	
	
	

Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013




Details | Iambic Pentameter |
"REBELS" WAS THEIR NAME

Judge not, that ye be not judged.
 Matthew 7:1-3 KJV
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Each fair familiar feature of their face  
aglows with the dim lit day's assistance, 
rests upon strong shoulders reminiscent 
of roses bloom, see their trust and proud grace. 
Before those  same  red  cheeks  were  flags  of  shame;
tearing at their hearts, rebels they were named.
Who knows, are they friends, sisters, or lovers?
They don't look alike but but they live strong,
telling their own truth stopped rumor's hover,
truth clears the blind eyes, errs are not lifelong.
While the shrinking sun delights in its role,
can they sustain falsehood, forgive such ways?
They chose to stand strong, still in mute dismay
but in their bosoms dwell two holy souls.
__________________________________________________________
~~Inspired by the painting: Twilight Confidances 
by Cecilia Beaux 1888~~

__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
4:30 pm; January 17, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |
Jesus~
Earned his name~
Suffered all the pain~
Under the hands of men~
Settled with hate against him~

Compassionately he forgave them still~
He loved us then and he always will~
Rising he gave us the right to survive~
Intoxicating he is to all of our lives~
Supplying our each and every need~
Thank you father, For blessing me~

Our king above kings~
Understanding he brings~
Radiant he is indeed~

Living for Christ is the greatest thing~
Only in him may you rest in peace~
Remember each day to trust and forgive~ 
Divided from him is no way to live~

Copyright © Tyesha Ehigiator | Year Posted 2009




Details | Free verse |
"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back


Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |
An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath
A change he saw in the playful mirror, he had a different face

A broken heart powered his spirit, a spirit that had lost all sense of direction
Fake, selfish to the heart he crawled into his path
All along yearning for his fathers attention
A feeling that he never met, for he was truly lost in the yearning of affection

Anger flowed in his heart
Hope was locked up, it wasn't free always it had a bail
He never truly mean to harm anyone, yet the ones closest to him felt it all, saw his spirit fail
Alas all was lost, his family, his dreams slapped him awake, awake to his reality in part

All alone, at the bottom of the pit
His heart was bleeding and not a soul around to aid him, he fell to his knees
With his heart in his hand, reaching for the sky, he asked Jesus to take his heart and dwell in it
An ugly howl of the mind with the spirit and soul all at one, gasping for air, for life he said "please"

Shattered, his all, he was nothing but dirt with dirt
His eyes blinded by the endless tears could not see the sky, a beautiful night it was
He asked with all his mind, heart and spirit to be forgiven for his past, for his fault for his flaws
At point zero he blacked out, he died

In his death he saw a light, brighter that the sun itself, it blinded the heart 
A presence he had never felt before came over him, yet there was no fear
Pleaing to his understanding, he knew it was good, and that shortly he would awake from his sleep
Wrong, for the light drew closer and it even spoke, at the words that vented into him, he did weep

A sense of security, of purity overwhelmed his body
Afraid he was not, for His Lord was the light
In the beginning, from the very start He was there to guide him into life herself, teaching him how to fight
Darkpoet died that night, but a new being was born! In the name of Jesus Christ, he was called Jeremiah

-God, father I have been seeking you all my life,
Here I am Lord to serve You, My King.
Jeremiah I shall be, to write for You Father.

Jeremiah Eduardo Orozco 

Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones

Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |
Your name is misery
here to haunt me in my dreams
In my waking hours and in my sleep
Nightmares and worst fears 
of course you can make them come true
For

Your Name Is Misery

You are the demon 
That called himself a dad
You are my illness, my shame, guilt and pain
I cannot shake you 
I try to run but you always catch me
I try to hide and you find me

Your Name Is Misery

You are the cause of my pain
I used to blame myself 
But lately I have found I am not the one to blame
I was a child
Innocent and helpless
when you took my dignity, my life my sanity

Your Name Is Misery

You have presented yourself in many forms
The school counselor who tried to violate me
The Father figure who molested me
The strangers who forced themselves on me
A gang paid to rape me
A Fiance who beat me 
And killed the child inside me
The voices that torment me

Your Name Is Misery

You have so many faces 
It would take my whole life to paint a picture of you
And quite frankly 
I don't want to waste my time on you
I just want to forget you

Your Name Is Misery

I wish I could get away from you
Break away from your grasp
Take away the control you have over me
I hate being under your spell
I hate the pain you constantly cause me 
I hate crying because of you
I hate the darkness you bring with you
Most of all 
I hate you

Your Name is Misery

That is no lie
There is no mistake 
You bring havoc, drama, and chaos 
All the things I despise 
I don't want you near me
I don't even want to look you in the eye

Your Name is Misery 

I am afraid of you 
I can't stand you 
most of all 
I am mad at you 
for you have made my life a living hell
But no more 
I am cutting you out 
I have never wanted you around
It is high time 
I got rid of you 
It's time to stand my ground
I am going to take you down
I don't need you
I never want to see you 
Get out of my life 
For I am not going to let you bring me down
You are not welcome here 

Your Name Is Misery

By: Jean Shular

Copyright © Jean Bonella | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Thoughts melt and distil under a green/blue flame,
Swirling down, separated out and mixed.
If you’ve seen it, it’s broken;
If you’ve heard it, it’s shredded;
If you’ve read it, it’s rewritten.
It's really quite unlikely to be fixed.

You’re cutting up holiday snaps
and pasting them onto card.
And you’re scrambling madly
to hide the mess on the floor
As your mum yells for cleanliness
From behind your bedroom door.
3001 puzzle pieces and you’re jamming them together,
No wonder your imagination is at the end of its tether.
You’ve got two pieces that are sun-kissed clouds
“What comes… what comes next?”
You’ve got two roots in the soil
“What comes… what comes next?”
Your mother is sitting in the hall
With a scarf tied round her neck,
Her back pressed up against the wall
As she deals the jigsaw deck.
3001 pieces in her hands,
Mixed with childhood drawings
And grains of sand.
She lays out seven in a line,
Which you place between the two and two.
“Oh, but that and that won’t rhyme!”
“Don’t you think that this one will just do?”
And your father’s disapproving in the kitchen,
“You don’t need no occult nonsense,
Or a system to order out your brain”
He just stands there “focussed”
Over a pot on a blue/green flame,
Subconsciously mumbling while stooped,
“Look here Son, look, I’m making poa-tery soup.”
But you would never tell him that,
Just like you’ll never be finished, ever.
No-one ever is
Even if they know they’re doing it or not.

My grandfather died last week,
The sourest stuck-in-a-rut-of-a-man
That you’re ever going to meet.
The diagnosing doctors were in for a treat.
They said that there was something wrong there,
Something wrong with his brain,
That there was something strange there
Fundamentally, main.
They said that he died - after scans - in a cubicle stall,
When his brain haemorrhaged and cracked open,
And jigsaw pieces piled up against the wall.

Copyright © Chris McCartney | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |
My name is Love
I am the name everyone wants to hear
You pray your whole life just to hear it once
It is a name that can comfort
Bring two people together
Making their lives better, happier
It’s also a name that can frighten
Ruin a relationship if it is used to early
Destroy hope if it is used to late
Four letters, one syllable, one word 
That brought down the walls of Troy
Made Romeo and Juliet legends
Empires were built and destroyed because of me
Two lovers started a new life by just saying my name
My name is Love
Use my name sparingly
Only with an open heart
Only when it is spoken in truth
Will it be the one name spoken
That will heal a broken heart
Bring a smile to a young girls face
Give hope to an innocent child
And keep the world turning as it always should

Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2009

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |
World encircles the name game
Its upholds an identity for one
Keeping nicknames are no fun
To introduce Sneha is my name...

Love it each time i hear it called
It means pure and intense love
Theming to spread message of dove
Ocassions have my name enthralled

A symbol of my parents commitment 
Holding unsaid promises and duty
Not derived from any famous beauty
It  holds deeply woven sentiments

Whats in name is asked by many
It does tell lot about person’s nature
My name describes my behaviour
Embracing life with love phase be any

My name is a gift from my parents
To make me my own world of truth
It means sweeter like nature’s fruit
 Carries many unsaid expectations

SNEHA-Simply nurturing each human always
Means more than what i can here express
As its not just about a name to impress 
Its fulfilling the unsaid bonds in pain or solace...

Copyright © Sneha Agarwal | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |
I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
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Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |
Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |
There was a king once, along with his hearts queen....

Their fascinating empire was an amazing moment in time

Far above the other kingdoms amid this world they stood

So much so that, their eyes looked despisingly down upon

Certain inhabitants created by the very same hand as they themselves

Driven by deepened emotions born along the course of histories many tales....

Superior they were, within almost every conceivable way it did seem

How could anyone or anything ever be, considered!?

Hate thus birthed itself to become but, an achilles heel once more

Before, the foundations of purpose were ever layed; these, revelations....

A darkness of soul and spirit extended itself, as a cancerous plague

Permeating this empires throne and people; ascending unto the highest heavens

Where the Creator of all looked upon, they, once radiant lights of beauty ~

"He," had held so deeply inside of "His" glory with, the most magical of "Love!"

Centuries unfolded like pages from within a book as, tears overflowed

Like rivers towards the waiting seas; heads bowed, to taste miseries pain?

Until one day the Creators heart had seen enough and, compassions light....

Reached "His" tender hand into the despised lowly humanity before their eyes and

Lifted a child within "His" wonderous palms; majestic and lovely, infinite palms ~

Unto their kingdoms door, he was thus there sent; a messenger, amid their mist!?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the name of, "Love!" 







Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Within a moment's grace
She held my heartbeat against her gentle dialect

Her pearly smile and chocolate diamond retinas
Prescribed laughter, as she
Incompletely
Spoke my name

Vowels tripping against her nervous steps.

Her facial tone became tomato's rejected lyric.

My dignity, stunned.
My smile, overpowered.

She held me close to her digital breaths,
With apologies, unforced

There is a charm within her tender innocence.

A charm I may never physically discover. 

But,
Today,
This smile cowers

With a silent exhilaration

©Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |
Of all the names my mother could have named me
She named me after a radio soap opera show 
One that came on once a week you know
The name of it long forgotten you see

As I went out to search my name
I see it describes me to a "t"
Passive, friendly, easy going nature is me
Loves to be sociable and easy to tame

Likes the pleasant things in life.
The name means a green bough or leaf
Blue is my favorite color and that's no beef
I am generous and hate any strife. 

I do not like friction or tension
That means I avoid some situations
I have a very idealistic imagination
Lack ambition was mentioned.

Confidence seemed to be lacking
But I always take charge you know
Busy as a bee and always on the go
I guess this is telling me I must be slacking.

Another name picked you see
Was, Bubbles , my childhood nickname
Because of my serious nature this was insane
Wonder who picked that special name for me.

It said the name is derived from Greek
Some of it correct, some not in my eyes
Some the truth ,  but some lies
It is the true Phyllis, you must seek.




Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011

Details | Acrostic |
Brave hearted, an ambitious soul

Raving beauty, tip of the knoll

Intellectually tops the poll

Thoughtful friend, able to console

Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll

New adventures in her life stroll

Exceptional, she has big goals 

Yearns for actions that make her whole

Copyright © Brent Cloyd | Year Posted 2014

Details | Nonet |
~~

An old face looks into a mirror,
the confusion floats over her,
struggling with her memory.
Who are you she wonders?
I am a young girl,
just seventeen,
this summer!
See my,
dress!

It is pink and frilly and pretty,
mother made it for my party!
She smiles at the reflection,
but it fades and withers,
leaving an old face.
Oh hello dear!
May I ask,
your name,
please?


________________________________

October 17, 2013


Nonet x2


Written for the contest, Nonet, theme Old Age, Dr. Ram Mehta

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
my 
name 
is 

johny on the pony
hide and seek
red light green light

I closed my eyes
and counted one two three
ring ring alerio

I opened them
and everyone 
and everything was  gone

Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I Heard Jesus Call My Name… I heard Jesus call my name just the other day. I told him. “Not now!” “Just go away!” It was his voice. It was clear and imminent. I was just “too busy”. This was evident! Why should I care? Why should I listen? There’s too many things, I don’t want to be missin’! I know that he is near me.. His voice beckons… Obeying his voice is an important lesson! It’s so difficult for me to trust and obey. I’m “preoccupied” twenty four hours a day! This life I have. I know that God has given. I haven’t included him in, the way I’ve been livin’! Perhaps I’ll do it tomorrow. Some other time. Maybe he’ll call another name. And not mine! God realizes the mess that I’ve gotten myself in. “Some other day,” I’ll try calling for him. I know that he loves me and wants the very best. If I answer his voice. My life will be blessed! I’ve changed my mind! Lord… Here I am! Please take my life and take my hand! I’ll do what you ask. I’ll listen to your voice. This is the best decision. This is the best choice! Thank you Lord for being so patient and kind! For you're my beloved and you're mine! By Jim Pemberton 11/23/11

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Love to me is something I chase,
it's nothing but searching for hurt,
everything in life has it's end, I never
wanted to love in the first place the
heart wants what my brain can't control,
no matter the fact my love dies with my 
last breath, it's not  in my nature to quit
on something I started, there's still hope
as long as our eyes see the stars that 
I pray on to direct you back to me, I'm just 
Writing our drama before I write our
happy ending, even if it's not in this life 
I promise to find you in the next one and 
never let you go!

Copyright © Richard Tarr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
I
change my name 
like 
underwear...
fairly often, I suppose

I 
change my clothes 
like 
area codes
and Imma' damn gypsy, ya' see

I 
keep it fresh ta' death
nada
speck of blood
or 
ketchup on my attire

I 
got more rhymes 
than I got grey hairs
and 
that's an effing lot
because i got my share

I 
digg a 
hot-fire piece of passionate verse
those are 
indeed 
rare to find

YET...
if  only poets would 
unleash the fury 
instead of 
holding back
what's really 
on their mind...

I must say...
the library, 
the internet, 
the etc. etc...
would be a less stinky place...
AND, maybe 
I'd keep my name, and sever ties with 
underwear's elastic,
and just go 
APE-Spit Spastic!~

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

Details | Acrostic |
R eady to give a hug and be caring to others
U nderneathe my heart I’m a true romantic
S imply adorable I am, many people have said
S o heartfelt are my feelings of compassion
E very beat of my heart brings a certain peace
L ovely words do I say to everyone I know
L ong will I remain truthful and loving to all

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Poet Destroyer A's "a poem' about you... it can be an ode' a self ballad, any poem about you.. THE POET" contest

2/24/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
My name is Legion: for we are many

You who have the gift of life you who have the gift of love
by Gods grace grant me the best of all gifts
the gift of a merciful death

A man might have immortal life and wander 
for all the generations of man till reaching the edge of doomsday
let me find harbour to see again with longing the lives of those who grow old and die
Of those who die

He who knows our thoughts will he not hear our words

Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
My name, Bojosi
Is a fire which started
In my mother
And consumed 
Her inside
When she delivered 
Me to this world

She says
“ When I was imprisoned
   in a maternity ward
   at the hospital
   at the time of your birth
   son
   I was alone, none
   of them 
   I call my relatives
   I call my friends
   visited me 
   when I needed
   their love most
   and when they asked
   me, the nurses in white
   what name I give to you
    I called you Bojosi ”

my name, Bojosi
short as it is
is a poem
that my mother
composed 
when joy and pain
of giving birth
prevailed in her life

my name has a meaning…..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bojosi is translated loneliness

**10th place winner on the contest " April Poem" sponsored by Destroyer Poet**

Copyright © Bojosi Ditshwele | Year Posted 2012

Details | Acrostic |
Justice his goal, his words polite

Eager to help friends with their plight

Relies on small things for delight

Expressive in what he does write

Mighty in love, peaceful and quite

Yields to actions that are forthright

Copyright © Brent Cloyd | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic |
Sensationally super, and Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel!




Comments:   During my twenty plus years of military service I was always called 
Spence, J.   That's just the way the government does business.  This acrostic is 
about Spence, J.   It's crafted on a combination of alliteration, assonance and 
consonance sounding words. Eggnog at Christmas is my favorite. Having a 
Sunday afternoon sundae at the ice cream parlor is oh so tasty. Wow!  I just love 
it!!!  Anyway, here are some comments on writing an acrostic. The basic acrostic 
poem is formed by writing a word vertically down the page, which may also be 
the topic of the poem.  It’s recommended to use one letter per line, and the 
beginning letters should be all capital ones.  Each line of the poem should begin 
with the letter on that line and the line should pertain to the word or title being 
used.  Some may recommend using one word or a phrase which does not have 
to rhyme; however, one may move beyond the basic acrostic form and use a 
complete thought with a rhyming sequence.  It’s also recommended to use 
adjectives and phrases that describe the word or subject of the acrostic. Finally, 
one may take the quantum leap and write a double acrostic where the first and 
last letters of each line are the same.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |
Jesus, How Wonderful Is Your Name!

Jesus, how wonderful is your name to me!
I was once blind, but now I can see!

Your name has given to me, peace and liberty!
You came that I may have life more abundantly!

How wonderful and sweet is the love you’ve given!
By the power of your blood, I have been forgiven!

How wonderful and sweet is the joy I have inside!
By your grace and mercy, I’m on the winning side!

How beautiful and precious are your mighty deeds!
You came into my life, and have met all my needs!

How glorious is the beauty that only comes from you!
It's because of your faithfulness that I trust you!

How wonderful are the promises
 that you have spoken!
Everything that you say is true, 
and will never be broken!

How powerful are the words that come 
from you today!
You’ve given me the strength
 to make it another day!

This wonderful and beautiful Jesus, I wish for YOU!
He can do so much and make your life BRAND NEW!

Won’t you experience the beauty of his name?
You’ll never be disappointed!  
And will forever be changed!

By Jim Pemberton  02/15/14

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Someone left some guitar strings in circles on her floor,
Cigarettes and bottles in the garbage by her door, 
Someone left his cowboy shirt across her kitchen chair, 
Is he coming back?  Or did he mean to leave it there?

What was his name?  What was his name?
One too many mem’ries, till they all look just the same,
What was his name?  What was his name?

Someone left some money on the dresser by her bed,
Didn’t leave a letter, ev’rything is best unsaid,
Someone said he loved her, or was that just in her dream?
Ev’ry time this happens she can feel her senses scream:

What was his name?  What was his name?
Don’t you think she’s getting sick of losing ev’ry game?
What was his name?  What was his name?

Someone left a souvenir it takes nine months to bear,
Mother dies in labor, and the father’s who knows where?
Little girl is raised up by a loving family,
Never learns the secret, that’s the way it has to be.

What was his name?  What was his name?
Never ask the question, no one really needs the blame.
What was his name?  What was his name?

Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2010

Details | Kyrielle |
Protestant, Catholic, Mormon, Jew – 

I understand your point of view.

If you can’t mine – well, that’s a shame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Islam means “peace”.  We all want that.

Meet the Quakers.  Be friends and chat.

Buddhist, Hindu – we’re all the same.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

Jehovah’s Witness to a Sikh:

Sisters and brothers, let us speak.

It’s not a case of placing blame.

No “holy” war is in God’s name.

 

“An ye harm none, do as ye will.”

The Wiccan Rede, we must fulfill.

Let peace on Earth become our aim.

No “holy” war is in God’s name. 

Copyright © Paula Puddephatt | Year Posted 2011