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Details | Sonnet |

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


Details | Free verse |

Creative Inspiration

Creative Inspiration Inspiration where do you go when you leave and your dry, barren riverbed causes blinding dust storms in my mind? Do you evaporate into mist, become a gray dense fog lying heavily in the air, intangible… floating like a cloud, ever changing shapes? Are you carried by the wind, held hostage to feed another storm when lightening strikes and your deluge once again swells the river to overflowing, racing free and wild, reaching out beyond all boundaries? If so, storm of inspiration, please deliver unto me your monster category five hurricane! Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2 Sponsor: Broken Wings Judged: 10/14/2016 ~NA~ Premiere Contest: Premiere Contest Number 12 Sponsor: Skat A Judged: 09/24/2016 ~First Place~ Contest: “I Do Not Know” Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Judged: 10/25/2014 Rules for original contest: First Stanza, 6 Words per line; Second Stanza, 5 Words per line; 3rd Stanza, 4 words per line; Fourth Stanza, 3 Words per line; Fifth Stanza, two Words per line; Sixth Stanza, one Word

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

Nebulous Streams Clouding My Brain


Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
     hoping my thoughts will fall like rain.
Thunder and lightning mix the brew
     stirring the words soon to break thru.

Pressure builds up, clouds turn dark gray
     swirling and twirling, find their way,
freeing the weight of thoughts that flow
     down from the clouds to grow below.

Falling to weave creative streams
     nourishing thoughts into word dreams,
forming soon a landscape divine...
     rainbow of poems that are mine.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: What Was I Thinking?
Sponsor: Daniel Turner
Rules: Choose one line from sponsor's poem below
           and write a poem.  I chose his first line.
Judged: 12/19/2016


Between The Lines,  by Daniel Turner

Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes
Cherry red glow, watch with no chain
Ribbons and bows, tied to the flames

Anchors on strings, hanging from sails
Bells that don't ring, throw down the pail
Falling through cracks, greased by the sale
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail

Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
Broken blue dishes stuck to the king
Photos with glitches on invisible wings
Temptation itches on all living things

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016


Details | Free verse |

Solitude

Solitude

Walking alone
Often outside
In deep thought
About things of
Great importance.

I wonder aloud
Thoughts amassed
Priorities now
Solutions not clear
Seeking inspiration.

Time’s fleeting
Which is always
Tied to many
Dynamic actions
Begging resolution.

I stop now—
And look heavenward
Solutions abound
Choices are difficult
I’m staying focused.

Use my intuition
Request divine help
Do Nothing
Take your pick
Nothing’s easy.

My soul’s focus
Trust yourself—
First and foremost
God speaks silently
Do it now!              

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(January 27, 2015) (Accentual Meter)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Money

Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.

From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're  seeing,
To everything out of sight.

The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.

The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred  ring.

Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

See-Saws


What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
And surging thrill of bouncing up again—
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
It's followed by a swing to new heights when
He'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
For truly, was it stable, it would bore
The simplest mind; for only from the ground
Does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
The balance that keeps life on even keel.


August 4, 2014

Contest: First Poem
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

I joined Poetry Soup in July 2014, and this was the first poem I entered, although I had written many over the years.  It was one of my best Sonnets at the time, but I do feel that I have grown over the years in learning much from many poets here on PS, and my writing has improved.

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Fading Away To Nothing

I feel like I am fading away to nothing,
blending into an ordinary crowd,
where no one even notices me anymore.
Like an April snowflake, freely falling, landing on warm cement.
And, fading away with a short existence.

Or, an August raindrop in a passing storm,
dripping onto dry, weathered porch steps,
soaking into the wood grain, absorbing the very life of me.
Eventually leaving nothing behind.

Or like autumn leaves,
that once shined like gold in an October sunset,
now slowly withering and drifting to the ground
only to be raked aside,
or blown away to who knows where.

I feel like I am fading away to nothing.
A reflection in a mirror, that I can no longer recognize.
I don't want to be forgotten, especially to myself.
Like a lost spirit that no one can see, or even knows exists.
I'm dying out like the last spark of a flickering candle.
And evaporating into thin air like melting wax.

Like a piece of colored paper left in the sun's rays,
losing it's original brilliance, day by day,
the longer it is left there,
like no one cares about it anymore.
Or more like a bright helium balloon that escaped 
from a crying child's hand
drifting away and out of my reach, gone with the wind
And, disappearing into the clouds forever.
Fading away to nothing.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Inertia

Inertia makes a monster of my
Self
I'm insatiable for making a 
Progress.
Move, don't just tell yourself
You will.
Set the rules, then transgress.
The rebel inside of you deserves
Respect.

You're what you eat, don't
Lick
Your wounds, turn up the heat
By a caress. Love the self-contained
Monster you possess.
Let it off its leash and you'll feel
How it surges in your breast.

It's no place for old men
There is no case without offence
Commitment without intense
Embrace
Is a senile pretence.
To feign 
Amusement  shows lack of respect
For your own self.
Be a rebel, even an iron fist in a velvet
Glove is more wanted
Than just a silly old brat.

Awareness of the 
Inertia makes a monster of my Self
If it didn't I would be suffocating
In a senile caress of my soul's 
Protest.
Life transmutes the mind into
A  monster  who fights against mind's
Recess.

Copyright © Tamara Simic | Year Posted 2016

Details | Didactic |

s HIP

 An inquiry into form






There-                            Not here?


Start over-                     A planet and good for YOU!   maybe-


 'Bigger than a breadbox?

So-     vegetable!    GREEN     like €x spec tations


HERE-                    n OT  THERE?


Not again?!             therefore  "w€ s€€"?


NO      Justa                 s  p  a  c  e        (maybe)

with a shape!          Like mathematicians?
                                                                                       l
    (they gather in blue confusion)    so?                             l
                                                                                     i
So a word with a Sumar    add dress                               h
                                                                     A summer address?
    ·  The cats break-open the weeping kitchen  ·            e
                                                                                h
BROWN then         like perfect patterns        just over  t  
                                                        
                                                         and

                                              € = Q = U = A = L

Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Hand Danced in Sundust

I used to be an impenetrable fort,
A castle with walls so high
That no one could enter them.
     Sometimes I sat at the windows
     Looking down over people,
     Strange and far away.
          That day you shook the gate,
          Looking for a golden key,
          But I didn't give.
               You brought your spear,
               Your Unicorn of love,
               Your golden hair and singing voice...
          And in that instant the outside of me
          crumbled as if I were Jericho,
          my walls simply fell away.
     You looked deep inside me
     with clarity and innocence,
     as my hand danced in sundust,
and reached for you to save me
with a smile white and warm,
and bring me to the outside.

***

April 4, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Rich Man Poor Man

By Ezar

As snow flakes fall to cover the side walk my people get tired of the side talk
Work for me You won't be financially but at least you put a couple gifts under the tree 
At least you can get your car fixed while I pull off in a new mercades
Oh ya make sure you fill out the paperwork for welfare
I will have my  secretary sign it while I set by my pool in Bellaire
Have you ever been there you can smell the sweetness of success in the air
How is Jamal doing 
I almost cried when I heard someone was at his school shooting
Thank goodness my son goes to the same school as the son of Patrick Ewing
You can stay in my guest house if you thinking about moving 
Rent free that's the least I can do for someone who works for me
I was going to stop by but that part of town is too rough for me 
I wanted you to meet my daughter she just got her masters degree 
So she can take over the business after me
You know how important it is to leave a legacy
What collage is Jamal going to or is he still going to the army
I hear they pay for college tuition 
I told my son its not worth it when your arms and legs missing
But I understand Jamal got to do what he got to do 
Giving Jamals hand he got to move how he has to move 
Well I have to go watch for the stocks on the news 
See you on Monday I hope your situation improves Peace

Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |

Wherefrom Enlightenment Dwells

To define innocence in the
countenance of a child's smile
and love's eminence in wildflowers,
conceive infinity in exalted ocean's roar
whilst summer breezes glance splendor
flourishing jasmine and hummingbirds
amidst evermore expansive sunrises,
whence space and time ceases to exist 
thereupon shall enlightenment dwell

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Believe

Imagine a man in the sky!.
Imagine he created you and I.
Imagine he gave the world life.
Imagine he saves you after you die.

Imagine his unlimited magic.
He creates the glory and love.
He creates the evil and tragic.
Imagine his immortality up above.

A majestic man with the ultimate power,
watching over the growth of the flower,
and watching man, as man builds the tower,
watching over every second and hour.

Imagine. Imagine.
The man you imagine,
may manage to manage mankind one day,
alleviate damage and salvage the savage,
making a peace and uniting our way.
Process the notion that conflict solves nothing,
making the planet a pleasure to inhabit.

This is a magnificent manifestation,
that you store in your creative thought station.

So now think about this,
with openmindedness,
forget what you believe,
and set your whole mind free. 

Imagination has no limits or boundaries,
you have the capability to think what you please,
but for now concentrate on these, 
pick one of the following ideas, I bet you do it with ease....

Believe, that, that man must exist without question.

Believe, that, that man must be a thing of fiction.

So imagine what you want to imagine,
now, in some way, it exists and it happened.
As once you imagine it, it becomes real,
and can become something that all others feel.

So....

If you can dream that you can achieve

and be everything that you want to be

then aim for it and always believe

don't lose focus or your energy

you must keep your faith through the difficulties

some days it may feel like it's out of reach

it is part of the route to destiny

be sure to seek more knowledge than they teach

over time your dreams make reality.

That thing that was once imaginary

has now become an actuality

and you.... yes you, you have the ability

to be one of the few to make history.

If you followed this all the way through
and you were not confused
then you are someone that I'm talking to.
Just got for it, and don't give up whatever you do!

Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Happiness

We have to write poetry
Please bring a word from your desire
I’ll get one from my dream
We both will be in symmetry
We have to write poetry

We have to write poetry
Bring your bowl of jasmine 
I’ll get the wine glass
No more bluish saddening
No more red maddening

We have to write poetry
Please search for some smooth paper
I’ll get my pencil
We will draw a pink and green nature
With many a happiness feature

We have to write poetry
Please bring a drop of tear from your life-struggle
I’ll get a cup of my sorrows
In our fine art they will snuggle
We will listen to the rustle 

Get some golden grains of sand from your beach
And the velvet of your tenderness 
Let us combine and set them up together
And set up with love a nest
With joy in our breast

No more biting bitterness
No broken tree
For we have to write today
An ode on warm sea
Happiness poetry
___________________________
June 28, 2017

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Fulfilling life - collaboration with White Wolf

An empty shell, abandoned am I left alone? left to sigh? I once housed a caterpillar an ambitious butterfly Now I miss my old cocoon and still cannot fly Come pick me up soar the skies create turbulence with you Leaving behind our worn-out lives morphing into something new *** September 19, 2017 Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Rainbow

Struggles and success, Sufferings and happiness, Dreams and Goals building to life; Like colours of the rainbow making light.
A blessed day for you my dear readers :) Cheer Up, God bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sestina |

Climbing ladders

Keeping your mind, healthy and open and taking that big step through the opportunity door; you’ll find going up, the career ladder, easy. It’s not always easy, to keep and open mind. Going straight up the ladder, opens many possibilities; open doors lay at the top, of the steps. You may not be taking steps; the climb up so many floors, is not easy. The illusive door of the human mind, is hard to keep open. Mind locks itself up. Go ahead, limb on up, take those steps; many opportunities will open and it will be easy, for your mind, to open its own door. When elevators close their doors and they glide slowly up; as you get off, mind your first foot step. You’ll find it very easy, any door to open. The world is full of, open opportunity doors. You’ll find an easy path, as you gradually rise up. No one wants to go, back a step; that thought alone, can open any clam shelled mind. Secure files open, with a code, quite easily. Through many a doorway; you’ll advance your steps. Climbing success’s ladder upwards; is simply an act, of the mind.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Light In Dark

You twisted and diseased creature 
Deceitiful little lies your best feature
Slithering around like a snake 
From my fantasy coma I awake
Into a much worse tragedy 
Into a worse and cruel reality 
Where you feel so at home
You decay my soul to the tone
Of your devil delivering laughter 
Pushing my peace and mind farther 
Into darkness where you dwell
My remaining light your Hell 
I'm here to bring an end to your crooked ways
Forced to change wherever your demon lays
I won't stop until I bring you back to life
No longer in darkness full of delightful blithe
In the eyes of the sun shining up on you 
My words in the end will prove all too true
This promise I make to you right now
See light in the dark I will show you how
Just open your pointed ears to me
A brighter world soon you will see

Copyright © Michael Scribner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Game

My life has been one enormous charade,
A make believe game,
A play I have played, 
A story I tell myself, day and night,
Hidden from myself, out of sight,
A game of hide and seek,
While searching for something else to eat.

The game,
A cosmic game,
A comic game,
A bad joke,
A puff of smoke,
A laugh,
A bath,
A lonely path,
The Game.

I used to take it so seriously,
Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly,

So certain I that was right,
That I lived in the light,
So convinced that I knew the rules,
So obvious I had all the tools,
That I saw the truth, 
That I saw the light,
Would win the battle, win the fight.


Heard the sound of the distant drum,
Calling me to battle with the devious one.
The walls of my ego were high and mighty,
My dreams and delusions danced in front of me,
Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb,
Images I swallowed and thought were mine.


I made them alive, moving and real,
Twist and turn like a slimy eel,
Just to tell myself that I was still someone,
Playing in the game and having lots of fun,
Just to tell me and to tell you,
That I wasn't a loser,
So I wouldn’t hear the words game over.


Game over,
Check and mate,
Here's the gate,
You have to take,
Out of the Game,
The game of shame.


The game of avoiding being blue,
Of dogging the bullets they shot at you,
The atomic bomb they drop on your head,
The monsters that they put under your bed.


The game of hiding away,
Live to play another day,
Even if it's only make believe,
The prizes in plastic,
And not worth a dime,
At least I have the impression that they are mine,
At least I don't fell the pain,
The pain of shame,
In this perverted game.


So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner,
Tied to this post,
Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost,
That the truth is well hidden,
On the board of the game.

That the prizes are in plastic,
But they are shiny and new,
The paint hardly chipped,
The emptiness hardly shows through,
The laughing is loud,
The smiles are all warm and friendly,
And we are all together,
Joyful and happy.


The illusion is REAL,
And only the mad man knows,
That it's a rotten deal.

more of my poems at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Yung MCs

Hook: Here's the truth. We gon shine. Yung MCs and that's no lie. Coming up. To our door. Yea we got them flows galore. (Repeat x4)         Verse: Guess who just jumped on the phone. Riding to a new metronome. With his sickish flows. He's hysterical. So scientific, alchemical. And everyone knows I'm genuine. I'm stacking do like innuen. Time for you to tell all your friends that this yung mc is stepping in. The rap game poor. Needs a switch in economics. Cuz a lot of these suckas still talking bout the chronic. Youthful intelligence, call it Malcolm in the middle. You old brothers sit down. Try to learn to widdle. Cuz these yung MCs gonna leave you frikazied.  We a whole new breed. Give the people what they need.  We a brand new sound. From a dusty ghost town. Reborn from the ashes. It had burned to the ground. This yung brother yurns. For the world to hears his words. Because the rap nowadays is so absurd. But I assure you this. When I walk into the room. Put my mouth to the mic. And straight up kill it on a tune. I'll come with a style that'll match any vet. Rhymes way swift  5 blade like Gillette. The level I stand will never be met. Cuz you fly bird. Yet I fly jet. And honestly when we on the scene you hear the sickest similes. Slicing beats with symmetry that cause the haters ears to bleed. I take the light you try to keep. Cuz all your words are obsolete. It's night-night. Time to sleep. Close the crypt. Rest in peace.

Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration |

INDIGO GARDEN INDIGO ROSE

The red rose may be beautiful or grand
Sensual even LOVELY.  But still  only a
WINSOME  rose.
THEN....I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the INDIGO ROSE 

The BLUEST I had ever seen
A TEASING picture of the 
stunning QUEEN.
The blue ROSE is EXOTIC, she feeds 
The WINSOME ROSE shame with
Professional precision on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity.

Shades of BRILLIANT blue FLASH ACROSS A MOVIE
SCREEN BLUE VIXEN SUPREME
She sends the entire garden into bland oblivion.
A blue diamond glimmering in a GOLDEN heaven.
All other roses WILT of envy clamoring at her
Heels with CONGESTED JEALOUSLY.

When I set eyes upon this ROSE it so inspired me
To see what had not been seen.
The INDIGO GARDEN and all its splendor
Magnificent  presence
Pleasantly BEING. 
THE IMMEASURABLE SOUL OF THE
INDIGO GARDEN

MAGNETIC practically hypnotizing
Immensely MESMERIZING 
These are the INDIGO GARDEN guarded
Secrets I've been knowing

THE INDIGO WAY
ALWAYS THE INDIGO ROSE FOREVER

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Heartbreak

He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.

T.K

Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Truth

Since time’s distant dawn 
Men have told lies 
Calling it truth 
The facts, patronized. 
But truth doth not jest 
It is what it is 
It’s the brim on a hat, 
It’s a bride’s wedding dress. 
  
Revered in our lives 
Honest men we respect 
For uttering truths 
We’ve all come to expect. 
Yet lies now made vogue 
Scatter truth like the birds 
And no handshake will do 
To shore up men’s words. 
  
So do well to respect 
The integrity of sleuth 
Pinpointing all lies 
Shining light on untruth. 
Just recall the pure facts 
As they actually occurred
Lies have no one's back 
And in the end
Only truth is remembered.

© Michael Wegman, 2014

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

A Person's Worth and Measure

A Person’s Worth and Measure

A person’s life is sacred in God’s eyes,
For we all know that God tells us no lies.  

God views a person’s worth and measure,
As something grand and always to treasure.

A person should fear not his or her measure,
Rather strive always to find God’s pleasure. 

A person’s azimuth lies in God’s very hands,
And only God knows one’s destiny and final plans.

A person who does good works in this life,
Is one who’s good and penitent before all strife.

As a person’s life nears its final end days, 
God’s there to show him or her His holy ways.

A person’s worth and measure mean so much;
In God’s eyes such values always merit his touch!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 6, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |

THE BAWDIEST ONE

THE BAWDIEST ONE At one with the world is like knowing the universe of people. You see that is because he or she is transparent. Even when you know he or she is a straight liar, you will provide him or her the benefit of the doubt. The day will come when you will call this liar out. Meaning, you let him or her know of his or her lies. One of these days, I will speak. And in this speech, I will teach. I will tell about life as it is to view the response that I receive. I know I will see haters and crusaders, Insofar as this is a measure that ensues. We are a united way. We are together as one. We strive to achieve individuality. Each is part of the team. The maximum exposure one seeks. Holding hands, we walk for Civil Rights. The white man must empower our rights just to wave our hands. He is the subjugator that has suppressed a different race of men and women. The bawdiest one is he. As one, we seek to be unrestricted in possessing the same freedoms. At liberty one is stated to be in the United States of America. Liberated by one's constitutional presence. One's status is within the workforce. One's voice is heard via politics and religion. As one, it is our civic duty to refine this determination. *********** *The philosophical tenet of this passage is one is determine to be removed from the crime scene schooled. __________________________________________________________________| Written September 07, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A Withered Rose

A Withered Rose

Our love dear
is now but a
“Withered Rose.”

And I really
don’t know if
you care—I 
must suppose.

We once had a
most radiant love
full of wonder,
joy, beauty, passion.

And now it’s quite
hard to accept      
the reality
that all is ruined                       
and all is gone.

I sleep now dear
with utter despair
in a soulless torment 
that is unending
knowing our once
“Red-Rose Love”
is gone forever . . .

And in its place 
I have nothing
but an image of a
“Withered Rose Memory.” 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(April 30, 2015) (Accentual Meter)
                                                                                                                        
* This poem originally appeared in my new book 
with a release date of February 4, 2015

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015