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In vertigo of night, in their riddled trance 
Boldness of petals melt on washed-out shades,
As faces etch a quiet gloom in varied hues
Capturing splashed oil, neutral and bright
While I gaze longingly at a portrait…
Man and wife , as if  holding a child almost
Unseen …hidden through a float of blue-white.

Through dimming pain, a view lights up for a time
Where orange of moonlight quietly slips
Amid this rosette outburst and aching gray,
With blossoms strewn along pale candlelight…
How languid colors begin to mold my thoughts
Drowning in a pang of loneliness… I ask 
In silence..are the couple ,the babe dying?...dead?
And the fusion of tender, lonely motif allows me
To weep inside, captive in a gasping moan... the kind 
Which shapes a tone between life and elegy.



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Frank Herrera's  Contest: YOUR PERSONAL BEST of 2016
Written 5/09/2016        Re-submitted 10/18/2016
POTD Awardee
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Inspiration from the painting, Les Amoureux en Gris
Artist: Expressionist, Marc Chagall ( illustration included)

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016




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The Village of Hardine

The Village of the Windmill

I may do things the old way
Milling grain with windmill dreams
Slowly, that's how we caress our desires
While the windmill turns
My ears listen to the birds that sing
My village is quiet now
Love letters left here long ago
So I mill my grain, as wildflowers grow
Softly I dance inside my head
Wishing my lover, she was not dead

Habibte, my memories are for only you
I sell my grain, and pay my dues
Within my heart, is only, only you
Droughts and war, habibte our love stronger still
Holding you, now a silly illusion
Back then so soft and so true
Our love
	Torn from our grasp


Dream of me habibte
I know you are high above
Dream of me
Soon I will hold your angel wings
No wars or evils shall keep us apart
I mill my grain on this dreary day
Knowing soon, we shall both fly up and away

Love has escaped us here on earth
The seventh day I sit by your grave
I sing you songs as you did to me
Oh habibte, let death bring me to thee
I sigh each time at your vision of splendor

Let Kassab make us this miracle
Love has patience, habibte
Wait for me
As I wait for you
Kisses forever, boukra

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

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.........TAPESTRY
Out of time that's long forgotten, 
in a light that's yet unknown,
you could see me in the morning, 
I would be there, but alone,
weaving tapestries from fibers 
of someone who'd never guess,
she is part of dreams and vision,
and somebody's happiness.
    But she would know someone was there.
     I'd touch her now if I would dare.
      And she would know I'm always there.

There's a story and it's Celtic, 
"We must love all things, to see
how a raindrop loves the flower, 
but the flower loves a bee."
In the tapestry I'm weaving, 
I have told this story well,
and the dream she is a part of, 
is the other tale I tell.
    She knows someone has touched her mind.
     I'm always there for her to find.
      And she is always on my mind.

It's a love beyond a question, 
but a love that's out of place,
out of time and out of reason, 
but unable to erase.
In the tapestry I'm weaving ,
there's no differences to see,
she is rising from the ocean 
to a love God's meant to be.
...And she has known a love that's good.
.....Though it is never understood.
........But she'll remember love is good.
© ron wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012




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Imagine someone watching you
who wants you for his own
Imagine in the catacombs, a secret plan is honed
It echoes with a wounded heart
of someone so alone
He hides his shame behind a mask, that smolders, but is cold

Look beyond the chandelier that blinds you in the eye
Can't you see him lurking there, while waiting in disguise

If only you could see in him
           a face that isn't cold

              Behind the mask he wears for you, 
                         a man has lost his soul

Search beyond the mask he wears and look into his eyes
Be wary of the rendezvous that he will fantasize

If only he was more than just a phantom of your dreams
If only you could find in him a promise to believe

Don't be betrayed by what appears to be for you alone
But be afraid, a million tears are hidden in the stones

He'll tell you from the very start, to search beyond the scars 
He'll hide from you that you are meant to be his secret star

Sing to him your aria….. But don't forsake your heart!
If you believe he'll set you free, he'll tear your dreams apart

Sing to him of love, Christine!  Sing to the rafters high
The chandelier will shatter then, into a million cries!

If you plead to him of broken dreams, you'll need to tell him lies
Sing about another love, but be prepared to die!

Sing your song of love, Christine, 
               it is sorrow you have found

Sing to him your aria……..  then, slowly watch him drown

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11/17/16
Contest: "Phantom of the Opera"
Sponsor: The Seeker

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;)
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[Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I’m giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We’re on pins and needles now It’s how we survive [Verse 2] They say he’ll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he’ll take what he wants to I’ll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, “I’m not who I seem…” [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I’m too late now I know I can’t win So just tell me I’m crazy It’s all in my head You’re not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don’t tell me it’s impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You’ll curse the day that I’m dead [Chorus]

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011

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VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English)
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser  siempre parte de ti.

Por toda la eternidad,
y as¡ ha sido y ser  siempre, 
y cuando deje este mundo,
aquello vendr  conmigo
en la luz de una vela.
Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche,
y de la oscuridad a la luz,
ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga.

Yo ser‚ para ti.
Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti
como una c lida brisa de verano
entre los  rboles para ti.
En el brillo de una vela,
todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser 
por toda la eternidad,
tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre.
Yo ser‚ para ti.  

					
					Traducci¢n: Emilio J. Saavedra M.     CANDLE	
I will be for you.
All my life that is left, I will live for you,
and when time has run out,
I will die for you.
I will speak your name
in each candle that I light, I will breath your name.
I will whisper you,
every prayer I ever say will be part of you.

For eternity,
and forever it has been, and will always be,
and when I leave this world,
it will go with me.
In a candle light
all the world keeps on turning, making day and night,
and from dark to light,
you'll be part of every prayer that ever comes from me.

I will be for you.
Like a cool mountain spring that overflows for you
like a warm summer breeze 
through the trees for you.
In a candle glow,
everything I've ever been or will ever be
for eternity,
you'll be part of everything I ever do.
I will be for you.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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GHETTO GOSPEL

BY STREET CRIES

ABANDON BUILDINGS HOUSES WITH NO PARENTS ALL CHILDREN
READY AND WILLING TO BE PROGRAMED BY THE TELEVISION 
GUNS WITH PRECISE PRECISION 

PAIN PILL GOT US COMATOSE LIVING
KIDS MAKING ADULT DECISIONS
TO SURVIVE IS THE MISSION 

WITCH EQUALS TO SENSELESS KILLING DRUG DEALING 
LIFE IN PRISON 
NO RESPECT FOR THE LIFE THAT'S GIVEN

PEOPLE GETTING RICH OF HUMAN TRAFFICKING
SATANIC RITUALS CELEBRITIES PRACTICING
OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE WHATS HAPPENING 

ARE WE A SLAVE TO THE WAY SOCIETY GOT US ACTING TODAY
ARE WE PURPOSELY LEAD ASTRAY 
CLONE MEAT APPROVED BY THE F.D.A
VOICES BEING SILENCED THAT HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

WE SEEM TO BE RUNNING A RACE WITH NO RELAY
STUCK IN A PLACE WITH NO LEEWAY

TRYING TO OVER COME OBSTACLES 
THANK YOU FOR READING MY GHETTO GOSPEL 
GOODNIGHT

Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2014

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The new tomatoes were
Little bumps
On the
Vine
Showing off to the
Universe
Before sundown
On the fourth of
July
Waiting for the 
Celebration
To begin

Duckweed choked
The pond
Set back in the
Woods

Baby
Painted Turtles
Full of hope
Sunning on an exposed
Log
Heads snorkeled
Towards the
Diaphanous
Crescent moon

Vinelike tree limbs
Trellised the
Surface
Scum
Stretching
Glassine algae
Like a smoky
Haze
Clinging
To the
Underworld

Gripping
My
Stare


   Never

   Letting

   Go



07/04/14




Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2014

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       BURIED IN WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING (With apologies to Robert Frost)
Whose woods these are, mox nix to me,
both dead and buried, she must be,
to bother me, not one more time,
but sleep forever; endlessly.

Though thought of still, as perfect crime,
(it made my life a downhill climb,)
tis none the less, I must admit,
the joy of me, all of the time.

And smile I must, with thought of it,
the slicing of her throat a bit,
and struggling, oh! how she tried!
whilst I enjoyed her dying fit.

Her eyes now crossed, as if she spied,
her life and death on either side,
and so I gouged them both in fun,
for every time she ever lied!

She begged for mercy--there was none!
Her legs were dead, she couldn't run,
and with her throat cut, couldn't cry,
nor could I, whilst I had such fun!

Her pleas are still my lullaby,
I've lots of time to wonder why,
and years to go before I die.
and years to go before I die.
       by  © ron arbuthnot

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Your love is real 
the love you feel.
Your love is great 
the love you make.
Your records are on fire 
its your desire.
Take me out tonight
and go wild and crazy, 
or be fat and lazy. 
So I played some Doors 
and saw some whores. 
So I said goodbye 
and they all must die, fool. 
So dig my guts 
and eat my brain 
and then go insane. 
I don't
Care I love it 
so forget it, Punk!

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2015

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Shadows of light and darkness Contrasting images of El Capitan Half Dome sliced by an ice age glacier I met him that day in Yosemite Touched by the unique qualities of his photos Fine prints are displayed at his gallery I marveled at his skill Black and white contrasts Create spiritual moments and introspection I brought him home with me His work now hangs in my office Ever inspiring, ever grand
*Written March 15, 2015, by Carolyn Devonshire in honor of black-and-white photographer Ansel Adams and his stunning photos of Yosemite National Park.

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015

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Moon shines its pale 

Enchanting light 

Upon forest floor 

Where winged creatures 

legendary, pale and sleek 

Spin and flit and dance

To the invisible orchestra; 

Of Blue bells ringing

Hummingbirds humming

Fireflies buzzing

And dandelions singing in tune 

With lilting fairy song as they sing 

Melodies that echo through forest pines 

To the Fairy Queen bathed in the light of

The August moon

© Brenda V Northeast 12th July 2008  Rewritten on  21st/ 01/2012 BVN

Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2012

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Dance to the rhythm of my heart
Can you feel the vibration?
Can you feel it from head to toe?
I listen…to your melody – a gift to unwrap
It’s a healing potion to this lonely man without a roof on his head
How can You craft such marvelous miracles?

*chorus*

Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…so numb
Dare to wonder
What I dream…not like some
Break free from wretched reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…free!
Freedom has a high cost – it’s not free
Pay the price
Roll the dice
My prize to you is my love

You made me merrily sing from the start…
Can you hear me longing for you?
Can you elevate me above the disconsolate clouds?
I watch keenly at your performance – a dream come true
It’s GOOD LUCK in disguise – it took hard work, man!
How can you surprise me with your trippy talent?

*double chorus - both differentish* 

Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…so numb
Dare to wonder
What I dream…not like some
Break free from wretched reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…free!
Freedom has a high cost – it’s not free
Pay the price
Roll the dice
My gifts of expressing inner love
Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…a naughty boy who loves
To cause trouble and what not
Dare to wander
In my eloquent dreams…wrapped up in wings of doves
I deliver it to you ‘cause you’re hot! 
Break free from plastic reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…truly happy! 
Freedom is free – for us thankfully
No need to pay the price
Drop those silly dice!
My present to you is my peace I hand to you

~bridge~

We’ll rejoice all day long 
As long as we enjoy this song 
Dare to wonder
How I put it all together?
Inspiration is key – it’s like catching a light feather
And letting it float about in the swirling sky
I release my passion and write it down on paper
It’s merely a work of art –
It’s original from the young heart

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

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TIME
Before a child comes to the world ,it ought to cry
That sound makes the bearer happy
Isn't it an irony?
what is the child trying to say?
Man needs to cry to call for joy

Before the child walks,he crawls
When he tries walking, he falls
He continues until mama calls
He falls in pain
Yet  stands to walk again
What message is the child trying to convey?
Man ought to fall before standing high

His feet finally touch the land
He gets long legs to run
He turns into that great man
Things start moving high
He gets feathers to fly 
He moves over they sky
He completes his life span
He then says bye
Making people cry

He came making people happy
He goes making the same people gloomy

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2014

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I'm aware that
They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled
And the barrel is empty
Since their whiskey is missing
 
But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and
We're on a roll
 
I heard from her and her merciless curves
That the curse'll come first
Just 'fore the rebirth
It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross
O'er a plate made of moss so
 
I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off
As I paint Hell from Far-Off
 
Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart
Who can't turn from the art
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
 
When told to listen as though it'd fix it
Something went missing
Although I didn't miss it
A relation on a ship quite distant and
Slightly free
Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly
 
Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now
Out that ship has sailed
 
Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark
Who can flip 'round the ark
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
 
And our sweat is slightly trickling
A whiskey business, the highest feeling
And the pressure is highly tricky
A risky business, a godly healing

Copyright © Criss Jami | Year Posted 2012

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If apologize ran the ink off the page this may be symphony for love
She smiles the color of eyes I ask why dear god what taken from this place 
Oh the cover of sheet is wrap around her thighs is a bless in disguise 
Moving forward taken from sky oh hands passion pass the gates move over, 

The star gather to night and flower hold pattern at night 
Waves move like tundra at night then what at lost sea just not another melody 
If shades are made of grey and blue tell me what seems to be or hold to be
Pillows and windy nights warm among the fire place are they lost memories.


Beautiful that hold the light keep walking keep walk it's cover among the wind
Moving forward taken from sky oh hands passion pass the gates move over
As end day pass a man journey a man partake what reflect holds but never lies
What truth lies with heart of a man.

Copyright © Louis Borgo | Year Posted 2016

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Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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Forgiveness is a lost art

How can we...
stay together,
while you believe in fantasies

Believe in me...
there's no truth,
to be found inside daydreams

Let's pretend...
that what you've heard
inside your head, never happened

Chorus
Please...don't say your leaving
I can't take another day
I might stop breathing
if I see you're on your way
but, don't stop believing, cause
forgiveness is a lost art,
but it can bind our broken hearts


Let's move on...
and leave, this fiction in the past

Don't you know...
my love for you, will last forever

Trust in me...
to give you everything you've asked

Bridge 1

I only want to see you happy
I only want to be your man
I only want to love you madly
I only want to understand

Bridge 2
Forgiveness is a lost art, but it can bind our broken hearts
Forgiveness is a lost art, but, it can bind our broken hearts


Chorus
Please...don't say your leaving
I can't take another day
I might stop breathing
if I see you're on your way
but, don't stop believing
forgiveness is a lost art,
but it can bind our broken hearts

Bridge 2
Forgiveness is a lost art, but it can bind our broken hearts
Forgiveness is a lost art, but, it can bind our broken hearts
repeat

John Derek Hamilton
October11,2017



Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

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I saw you dance.
I saw you, tilting your gracious body rightly
To every direction given by the beat.
I saw you, twisting your gentle body in step
With every instruction from the reign of the song.
I saw you, wiggling your soft waist,
Circling it to send wind to wipe my sweat of
surprises.
I saw you, whining against the watching wind
Like a yam stem around the stake.

I saw you dance.
I witnessed your steps, rooted deeply in the heart
of the music,
And still here in my heart, I feel them.
I heard your voice, sonorous like Angel's,
And still here in me, there's a whirlwind of
ecstasy
From its wondrous work.

I saw you dance
I beheld your magical style.
Then, I resigned there are more to your beauty
than what you've fed me with.

Copyright © Ijalana Afolabi | Year Posted 2017

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Conventional wisdom means:
Compliments
Smiles
Artificial flowers
Restraint and order
It’s like an English garden
Trimmed and accurate
Where nature is masked
And curves are beaten
It’s like an artificial flavour
Disguising the sweetness
Of the fruit
To constrain, to restrain
To hide, to abstain
Conventional wisdom is
Quiet and nice
Polished and wise
Yet sometimes like volcanic
Magma the feelings burst
Out unconventionally
Proclaiming my spirit my
Pain my laughter my
Essence – unconventional
And wild – like
The howling wind
The ocean storm where
Everything is thrown aside
And gets very messy
And not very quiet and wise like
An English Garden

Copyright © Viola Neurologist | Year Posted 2011

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I dont know where i'm going anymore hard to tell who you are when the indiffrency has settled in cold, empty, barren will i ever find a way? Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I try to stay sane But i fell under the september rain A repuiem for the reality That i never wish to see Help me find a way out of this sorrow filled cage My soul singed with everyday Reality so hard to face I need to find a way to escape Only if i could just fly a way I need a way to escape, Only if I could just fly away

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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II.
"Good sir, for playing the piano I thank thee."
"But for you I did not play, but me."
"That not matters, only you were here."
"I just wanted to play, why is this so dear?"
"I could not write, the atmosphere was dull."
"Perhaps my deep melodies helped ignite the soul."
"From your great sing a poem came to life."
"Thank you friend, for us musicians go through much strife."
"But I play not music, but write verse."
"It's the harmonies inside that cause us the curse."
"I thank thee again sir, you've taught me more new."
"That I did not, it was always in you."

Copyright © Nicholas Enloe | Year Posted 2005

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What thou art to me may I gladly 
shout and proclaim to thee most well? 
Thou art to me a high-born lady 
of style whereof I'd love to tell, 
a princess that's sage and lovely—
whose mind is like a pleasant dell. 
 
Thou art to me a raven-haired 
of graciousness that's never seen.  
Thou art the friend that boldly dared 
to be the one and hopeful Queen, 
a source of ruth who cried and shared 
her tears through eyes of limpid green.  
 
Thou art to me a fresh new start,  
a renaissance of hope that's true:—
God's gift of grace to my sinful heart 
and to my shame that I so rue;
thou art thus the most blessèd part 
of faith and joy that now ensue.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2016

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Forget the world and listen to your heart.
No one really cares whether close or apart.
Only you only you can change yourself,
Be the golden novel chosen from old book shelf.
The indiviual created by providence is only you,
Show this to all not in a sense even one could have a clue.
Just ponder over your capabilities,
Strive on your failures taking them as your casualties.
Work till as it gonna lasts forever,
live as today only was the last rain of  life shower.
Keep friends close bt enemies closer,
Fight with friends but have sympathy for rival growers.
The day u reach at the top,
Just come back with a next better hope.
Night when you will fall down,
Wake up; smile with the mother earth brown.
Don't teach anyone a way to live life ,
No one actually needs your guide.
Life is as easy as you think,
Have the patience with which you can stand still.
To live in ,heart is the best room,
Dont wait for a bride or a groom.
My heart listens and comprehends me very well,
Then why didn't i try to leave this world of hell.

Copyright © manvi arora | Year Posted 2017

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When I Close My Eyes Baby

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

I've lost my heart without you,
and my ragged soul begins to show
I've lost my heart without you,
and baby your loss takes a heavy toll.

In night dreams baby, you are alive
your sweet touch drives me insane
In night dreams baby, you are alive
in those moments baby, I feel no pain!

I've lost my heart without you,
and my ragged soul begins to show
I've lost my heart without you,
and baby your loss takes a heavy toll.

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

When I close my eyes baby, 
your soft voice sends me on my way
When I close my eyes baby,
in your love dreams I begin to pray.

R. J. Lindley,
March 23rd, 1979

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New Note- 
In my life baby, you returned to hold onto me
In my life baby, you returned that I might see
In this life baby, I need not any more
In this life baby, we stand on paradise shores....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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she swole me under barren stars she has awoken me under unspoken charms under her arms rest is found resting with me under feathered wings nesting with angels sings lyrics learning to breath all of them whispering to me voices finding tranquility beyond the touches on falling leaves she is the shape growing in my mind define me whole an she swole me ?

Copyright © pipping stars | Year Posted 2017

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MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS 

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

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It was a heartfelt indulge of an act
The night like knights we lighted
Like a king yah served my want
Like a deal we moved on and on
To the peak, the click of a nick
The  first time, like a key and lock
Felt like a gentle, acted like a man

So young,naive, live and one
What led me there blasts my mind
What clogged into me is a virus not got
Had no intention nor retention for it
Thought not that what could follow
Not a life, a son to come through

Left with a smiley Illy face down the line
Like a plane never turned to take time
Left like a soldier out of a war field
Left all aback, your calls for blocks
Thought not again of the beauty of you
For to me it was like a ball to score and go

My conscious coined erect when you first called
Your message, I father another, a son
Like a a shock it stroke my nerves awake
The senseless triggered act of infatuation 
The heartless deed and leave like a wind
Felt so silly and illy, but had nothing to counter

Figured and structured a reply but went dumb
Tried and cried but solved nothing 
Sorry to say so young for parenting 
Not ready to further father a kid.

Copyright © Amos Kagiri | Year Posted 2016

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Rapping has no Ethnicity be ye 
Greek, Jew, Afro, White, Hispanic, 
Chinese, Japanese, Other.

Yo man, go rap out the Soul.
Tell your story, cuss the enemy
In ways they can't understand.

These are the times when you
Get on the Move to Groove into
Real-time electronic technology!

Don't just go boom, boom, boom;
What the Hell is that?
Teach the Young dignity, respect
for others too.

Yacoo, Yacoo, a da da da, uh huh,
My child can't learn nothing from
That, so teach, preach, inform!

I like the beat, rhythm, mix turns
And twists;
But for heaven's sake let me learn
From your choice of words, how to 
Live in this World of ours!

Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015