Who can change what it is to be me?
The owl, hidden there in a night's beauty,
a beauty that most don't even try to see.
I am a deceiver in the shadows
who can show you a different light,
and open your eyes, once closed.
Come nearer. I am not known to bite;
there is nothing here to be afraid of.
Who is just your friend in the night?
In darkness, who will hear my call?
I may be wise for my age at times,
though I never claim to know it all.
My voice is heard; still I go unseen.
Tell me who is magical and mystical,
and yet, all things in between?
Owl: mystery of magic, omens, silent wisdom, vision in the night, deception
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Its father: Terror
Its mother: Ignorance,
With the black milk of hate was it
By wrath was it, nurtured
By fanaticism its character was forged
Its soul saturated was with repugnance
The deformed prince of gloom, once matured,
A menace to humanity grew up to be,
Threatening the beacon of civilization to
All this, in the name of a God that the brute doesn’t
It demanded the whole world to kneel in dread
Humanity didn’t succumb
United, in its finest hour, marched on,
Sending thus the message to the kingdom of gloom that
Its days are numbered
One ray of light, mightier it is than any amount of darkness
And easily could obliterate beast’s obscure empire at a blink
Of the eye
GOD is not HATE and DARKNESS
LIGHT and LOVE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 JANUARY 2015
*In memory of those who were slaughtered by the evil children
of the beast, be they Christians, Muslims or Jews!
**Dedicated to all those who marched in Paris and elsewhere
and all those who felt In their heart, the solidarity with those who marched!
The whole world shouts: Je suis Charlie!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015
Hidden high in a corner, out of reach
listening to all your whispered speech,
along with my maker, hanging around
watching time pass until I'm found,
and brushed away by your broom
only to appear again in another room,
here to stay, I like this old place
just think of me as antique lace,
something beautiful and made by hand
a widow weaved me, strand by strand,
your fear of me, no longer fought
just an upturned smile now I caught,
inviting both of us to settle in
allowing my maker her web to spin,
crafted daily with a practiced hand
a thing so delicate and so grand.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2017
the courage to confront ones fears
to accomplish ones desires and
manifest ones goals
even in the adversity where others don’t believe as you do
following the strength of your heart
will retain the flame of your dreams
when you feel that adrenaline coursing through you body
and your mind becomes a blur of confusion
over coming that fine line of fear
when droplets of sweat appear on your brow
and your body temperature begins to rise
a thought will finally break past uncertainty
over coming fear to achieve ones passion
means never giving up on yourself.
Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2006
Tortured heart falls in pieces to the floor
of a broken home. Fear hides; the hollow
chest caves like walls in wake of terror. Doors
slam; screams lunge, strangled in silence. Swallow
the pill of deceit 'til numbness follows.
Black and blue fades to purple behind dark
glasses. Paisley wallpaper cloaks shame, marks
of frailty, an attempt at occlusion.
Her natal star gleams; she knows not her arc
of strength. If walls could expose seclusion...
If only she escaped, lifted the veil;
if only her walls could help and not jail.
If only the fear would die at first dawn;
if only the walls were friends to lean on.
written September 10, 2012 for If These Walls Could Talk contest
*dizain rhyme scheme ending in two couplets.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
A puzzle piece you are to me
Like a vine without any leaves.
Your heart is pure your soul is
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes
it seemed, knowing they said
no babies for me! Always a
surprise you seem to be just
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months
you walked but not until 4 did
you first talk! Always a terror
making a beautiful mess always
a surprise that has yet to be
met! The twists and turns I
know we will see will seem
somewhat like a roller coaster
to me! The milestones and
special gifts you bring will make
my life seem Like a dream, my
special boy I have always said
How special I knew not till
Aspergers they said! The
journey will be trying the
journey will seem long! But
with our family together we will
chug along! My special boy I
love you so and cannot wait to
see you mature and grow! Now
we have a goal we have our
dream you see to make you the
perfect fitting puzzle piece!!
Written by: Christina Kirks
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr
Mommy loves you to eternity
and beyond! Forever and
Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013
On the days the wind does blow
life gets caught up in how things should go
and winds gather up the harvest from the field to tow
to blow up harvest in good flight it may freely flow
but what of those who never know
and never feel the warm winds of autumn blow
and the scythes will never come home
and all hope of good harvest is then
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012
One day I jumped
Quick in to the Sand
There was no one
there holding my
I felt myself
sinking, I had no
I was definitely
aware of every grain
This was quicksand,
and surely I’d be
Soon I realized my
troubles were all in
That’s when I
flat and spread
I think the best
swimmers call this a
Within an instant my
Sinking to rising,
no longer in chained
Once I was freed It
What I was feeling
was a product of
I Fear No More
Copyright © Michaelson Williams | Year Posted 2014
This is a day that I could have really done without,
Saying you love me and do this to me hurts no doubt.
Day after day I pray that you will please stop,
What pain you've caused me has taken all I've got .
I love you and adore you but it seems not to matter,
Still you continue to hurt me leaving my heart shattered.
You come to me with words I have only dreamed ,
But what they were meant for was to hurt me it seems .
Never have I seen a woman with so much hate ,
Taking revenge on me by disrespecting me till it hurts.
True I have waivered with my troubles with trust,
The one thing thats important and this is a must.
There are no more words or sayings that will ever work,
I have tried everything I know giving it all that its worth .
To the day I die I will never understand why ,
The woman I love does everything to make me cry .
So this my dream to be forever with you ,
Is only nightmares for me and dying is all I can do.
This a day I surely could do without.
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013
Do not fear, my dear, what is unknown
for my spirit surrounds your shaking heart
Look out past those failing beams
of your dying moon into
the eyes of this brightest star
watching lovingly over you
illuminating your sparkle
and shining into your soul
In your darkest night, surrender
and I will be there to comfort you
In moments of weakness
I will steer you home
I will be your strength, your protector
and your guiding light
So be patient my dear, for I
am only just one wish away
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
The image reveals to its audience, four light slices of tall, stale bread
Being held upright alongside five glasses of warm, thickening honey
Filled to the very rim, coagulating as the bread stales due to time’s extended hold
A long table embracing these entities, blurry life buzzes in the backdrop
Neighboring me close, waiting to pervade me
Stands Opportunity, ambrosial in sight and smell—sticky in persistence
Opportunity is multitudinous, overflowing, enticing—though often overwhelming
Days pass and Opportunity lingers in different shades
Bright orange in corroding inspiration, spread around and behind
Even dark shades of its power peak out of the glasses waiting to break
Waiting to release its freedoms upon me—to freshen, moisten my stale existence
I continue to stand in equal portions, life outside a mere haze
Distorted shapes afar…tranquil colors of whites, silvers and greens
They giggle, for as time passes, Opportunity is still good
Not I—no; I must stand wait forever on this wooden surface
Drying and aching for the moisture I cannot dream to touch
Though perhaps if life outside becomes clearer, a hand will reach for us,
And I will be drenched in the generous overflow…a nourishment for all I know
For Giorgio A. V.'s Contest : Ekphrasis Contest 01
This was fun! Hope I followed the rules okay!
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
How it must hurt you so on days like this,
Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
Confused you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
It's not real and all in your head is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you almost every day,
Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
By listening with your heart your path will be shown.
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013
There was silence across the land
People had been forced indoors
By the fear of living in the dark
On a thick black sky
Appeared multitudinous tiny stars
They seemed to be helpless
Defeated by the seemingly undefeatable darkness
Then from a shadowed horizon far east
Ascended an angel, the moon
Her garment pure white as snow
She rose up very slowly and confidently
And fought bravely against darkness
Until he was reduced to ruins
And suddenly all over the place
Started a hullabaloo of cheerful fowls
The death of silence across the land
Declared her victorious
The moon an artist; painted the sky in white
Carved the world into casted shadows
Her victory melted fear away in the dying night
And made the world look romantic instead
Copyright © Bojosi Ditshwele | Year Posted 2010
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Copyright © simpal tripathi | Year Posted 2015
The dark crept with its black humor
Rallied at the little girls feet
Dared her to move by casting his shadow
Made of a witches broom and a boogeyman
He screamed at the trees and made the tremble
While she grabbed tighter her blanket
Said louder her prayers
That made the dark hiss and react
Moved his apparition under her bed
Then roun' to her closet
With his shady hands he triggers a sound almost like a creek
Lulled the chill bumps from her shoulders
Shut down the night-light
Making it dim and of no help
The black of night
Will laugh into the wolfs howl
Dominating the suns anticipated descend
Copyright © shane solomon | Year Posted 2012
Anger burns me to my core,
Blistering every happy part of me left.
The only thing I know of now is hatred, anger, and
Revenge. It claws at me from the inside,
Making me scream out, but that makes it worse.
Every thought I have now is of murder,
Of killing anyone who wrongs me.
My old self, she has been caged and
Is rotting away somewhere deep inside of me,
Somewhere I can never find.
She is crying out for someone, something, to
Free her, but no one listens.
Soon there will be nothing left of her,
Soon she will not exist. She is barely there now.
I cry out for someone to stop the madness, but that
Just pushes them away. So I stay silent, angering
Everyone around me.
I hate them.
I hate all of them.
I want them to die.
I can't make it stop.
They are always there, the thoughts, and I
Let them take me over.
There is nothing left of what I used to be, and
I am gong insane over it.
But, I guess things always turn out the way
They're supposes to be, don't they?
So maybe I was doomed from the start.
Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016
THERE ARE BRIDGES WE HAVE TO CROSS.
THERE ARE BRIDGES WE DON'T WANT TO CROSS.
THERE ARE BRIDGES ARE OVER TROUBLE WATERS.
WHATEVER BRIDGE WE DECIDE TO CROSS AND MERGED.
THERE WILL AWALYS BE BRIDGES THAT LEAD US TO A DOWNFALL.
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2013
by Glenn Sentes
And it held the firecracker like a runner with a torch
But never did it light it like scaredy-cat, stalked.
Month afresh year afresh
It held its breath, uncertain
Hullaballoo zodiacking but still remained perturbed!
They say it took the name of god of gates and doors
Deity of openings and new beginnings, horrors!
Hurrah it stands aloof and never will it soar!
This month shakily peeped through the hole, damned!
And watched the Romans gloriously slaughter their lambs.
For Nette Onclaud's Personification of January Contest
Copyright © Glenn Sentes | Year Posted 2012
“This is the best of all possible worlds I hear, and you’re the master of your life”,
But when you count the closed shut doors, and look around you for a window,
Turn a rubik’s cube around and play with empty running rivers.
Mere stupidities and bottles with clichés will smear, right across the empty floor,
Tremble stupid kid! For cold, is just your empty sensation of fear.
This life is a wondrous gift, you’ll say; a challenge for the mighty heroes.
The good Pangloss in blood and flesh could not resist his own ideas.
You run and jump on sharp and blunt spears, to catch a glimpse of certitude.
But gravity, a law of nature, will keep you still in mortar shoes.
“Men have somehow corrupted Nature”, and I corrupt myself with dreams
But what is hope but a glorious strength, embedded in genetic attributes,
Like aids attacking healthy cells, will disappear. And let it go Candide!
You die a hundred times a year and fear, fear, fear another death, another life,
The grand pillars of values and potent righteousness,
You dare to believe in their existence.
It’s like the God you trust, but cannot see and cannot feel.
But do not be shaken, have no fear for this is just your own free will,
Oh Cunegonde of mine, you’re near, and every time I look you disappear!
Sometimes you search the absolutes of universe and wonder where,
Does God exist and what He’s doing when Cunegonde is flagged and raped?
Stumble on the rocky path on orators and chaste priests,
With tongue so sweet and gloried preachings,
But what they do in solitude with sharpen knifes in backs of infants?
Close your eyes oh sweet Candide, and dream away with no restraint,
And watch how all your hemispheres will tremble soaked in darks and lights.
If not your head can imagine life without a shadow or a tear,
You are corrupt Candide oh dear, but this is the best of all possible lives.
You kill even the ones you love the most, nothing is holy anymore.
Just the promise of Pangloss and the dream of Cunegonde.
Merge your coding to save a dear, stop on red, and do not litter!
For your punishment ‘s not in Hell, it is indeed the life you bare.
Pace yourself! In the New World, like a Columbus you’ll try to steer,
Your arms and legs but not your head, for it is damned for it is barren.
There is no sun, or air out here. You strive for breath in empty chores,
At least you have your Cunegonde I hear, but she is just another whore.
Who cursed her love for seven years, but plow your garden cher Candide!
For this is the best of all possible worlds.
Copyright © Anca Burdea | Year Posted 2012
On crimson wings I fly
Twixt night and day I fly in crimson wake,
there is no rest, there is no haven.
On crimson wings I flee
there is no joy there is no love
only fear and pain ,sorrow and malice
On crimson wings I fly searching
Searching for the way
The way out of this cursed place
Where the living and the dead know no bounds
For this I hunt on my wings
Covered in my blood dripping crimson
I fly not knowing where i go
I wander endlessly
Waiting for the shadows
To finish me
Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012
Too young to remember , remembering is all I can do , stories told , may different , not never knowing the truth , a scar for life , not knowing the story behind it all , feeling like a leap and a frog , alone always and forever , standing strong on my own tow feet with no support , about this time I still have tears in my eyes, hurting and weeping from all the pain thats inside, feeling abandoned at a young age, my heart filled with hurt and emotion , like a boat on a ocean , screams and fights , something that I didn't like , it never excites me , it just makes me wanna go far way , running way all the time was getting old and leaving me out in the cold with no place to go , house to house , different rules , different place , different race and different pace. Ive been through hell and back again. 7:00 , lying on the floor , stomach growling , tears falling , left alone , hurting inside , just about to cry , flooding my face , with a salty taste , forgetting my race , forgetting my struggles , going blank with no trace , comes to comfort me , I pull away , with a lot of force , not wanting to be loved by someone who hurts me the most , running away thinking its a better place more hurt occurs , not giving no one a chance , to dance in my present , but finally I give in to something special to me , he who sees the best in me , he who takes me for myself , he who loves me more than ill ever know, he that stunts but deep down he's feelings truly shows , he that I love with all my heart , he that I don't want to leave , he is something like my everything , he is so much like me , he you wouldn't understand , he is my man , I could keep going on and on forever but Ill just end it here this time....
Copyright © April Mae | Year Posted 2012
Is a double standard
Sense of Judgment
Hippocratic Core say's:
Should do for Me
However, I will do as little
As I can for You!
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012
Will their be a New Government
Is this some kind of trick
Will His name be Lucifer?
The infamous' 666
Have been a fore warned
Way back from the day'
That their will be no ' GOD '
And that is the only way'
That we shall see Him
And that it is to He
That we must pray...
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012
Please make the silence linger on.
If un-wanted and un-needed pain is what's engraved in me,
make me def and numb.
Excessive pride is detrimental to empathy & sympathy.
Emotional & physical pain are involved in such violence,
your never-ending rage is riotous.
To be relentless is to intentionally cause others pain.
while they themselves still hope in vain.
They feel your wrath.
It destroys the people you lord over
Because of these attitudes, actions, and intentions
those around you become inflamed with pain.
Confusion & anger engulf the victims of your fury.
Tears are inevitable in such emotional build up and
constant exposure to such violent circumstances.
All this pain inherited by an ancient mistake that affects the human race.
The pain for one who is chained by unfavorable circumstances, is flagrant & true.
The length of the pain minimizes ones strength
as if all their effort's in vain.
It gives way to tears
and exposes fears.
If this be my fate, please make the silence linger on.
Copyright © Tori Jackman | Year Posted 2013
When it come's
And in those day's
- And -
In that time of time's
So real, so real
The time for Testimony
Where Judgment run's
Rampant and Supreme
The Hypocrite will definitely
Have His Day
And the Evil By Law of Man
Shall not prosper...
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012
The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile.
Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire
as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair.
Why does he flash his pearly white fangs
and file his claws 'til they're razor sharp?
He smells the fear of docile creatures; he taunts the weak,
stalking his prey while vultures circle overhead in waiting.
The face of evil in a fairy tale with girls wearing red cloaks
and shepherd boys watching their flocks on hillsides.
Flames like daggers from his yellow eyes pierce the pastoral images.
Clear skies become dark by his phantom-like shadows.
He walks tall in black boots of Italian leather
towering higher than treetops in their eyes
beyond the echoes of his menacing laughter.
The woodland creatures cower in their hiding places,
yet hope for a glimpse of the beautiful princess
in her dazzling horse-drawn carriage crossing the forest.
Through the darkness, the ancient land shines like an emerald
with fragrant flowers in bloom; the petals strewn her path
in a storybook from a child's shelf between rainbow bookends.
Surely, heavenly showers shall rain down on the land
and good shall overcome evil with rainbows coloring the pages
as an enchanted princess in a shimmering gown rights all wrongs,
though her strength is not immediately evident.
Melodious birds fly on the outskirts of the tale,
orbiting the forest without fear, searching for the light.
The princess, oblivious to danger, dances amongst the trees
calling the shy creatures from their hiding places.
She ignores the wolf's hideous laughter in a dream-state.
Looking for her prince, she kisses a frog to no avail
then spies three little pigs with curly tails and fearful eyes.
They know the wolf too well. His gray suit coats the dreams
of their happily ever afters. Our heroine, the princess, wipes their tears,
rolls up her sleeves, and builds a brick fortress.
She bravely changes history to her story not giving in to fear.
Fear only fuels her adrenalin rush 'til the job is done.
The wolf huffs and puffs, bites and claws unable to infiltrate.
He eventually sulks off on all fours with his tail between his legs
and is never heard from again. At least, not in this storyland.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Fairy Tails contest (Debbie Guzzi)
*the wolf is personified
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
For the Rest of your Life,
Don't reminisce a lot.
Don't ponder to dare,
Nor sit and stare.
For the Rest of your life,
Strive for the best
And never give in to the rest.
Just stroll along, Singing your Happy Song.
Smiling and glowing, Cause you're all knowing!
For the Rest of your life,
The end is always near.
So, don't even fear.
You may know when,
Or you may not care.
However, it will and that is for sure.
Don't turn around
Cause, you might see your,
Dr. Beuss @ 2008
Copyright © Dr Beuss | Year Posted 2012
I thank the Lord everyday
For sending the Angles my way
They were once
The Sheep of His Flock
Now, they are His prized Angles'
The cream of His Flock
Now, the Angles
They are Shepherd to the
The are the most Divine
They are here to serve
From now till Eternity
Fore Great is the Lord
And Blessed is He..
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2012
When all hope is lost
when the birds have stoped
signing their sweet melody,
and the flowers lost their sweet scent,
when the grass started withering,
u were there for me.
u defied the odds and stood tall when i was down.
u were able to reach down on me
u reached my hand and pulled me up.
u believed in me even when i didnt believe.
u made me your hero.
and for that i regard as the best gift in my life.
i will rise again and be the hero in me that you have always seen.
i will stand by you forever.
naw i am a believer,
all because of you.
and when i look over my shoulder,
i see the dark past that was my life.
and the thought of you brings light to all of it.
now i can walk with my head held high
because i kno wat m made of
and what i have to do.
i know i have to build you and i
a little heaven on earth
where we will live a happy life that all of us always dreamt of.
we came from humble beginings
and today we stood as legends in the name of love.
we wrote the story of our love in sand
hoping that the wind will not wipe away.
but we dont know of the happenings of tomorrow,
so lets rejoice today,
wat our love has created and brought upon us.
u have not deserted me,
In my darkest hour,
i will also be here with you forever,
for i know u do not want me to go anywhere.
you showed me how it is to love,
i will return the love you gave me
and will remain true to you as u have been true to me.
you are every reason, every hope and every dream i ever had,
and no matter what happens to us in the future,
every day we are together
is the greatest day of my life.
m going nowhere.
unless you push me.
but i will move with greater resistance.
for i do not want to go anywhere,
here is where i want to spend the rest of my days,
i have became happier each day since u came into my life.
and i want to share the happyness with you.
if you will let me stay and enjoy the happyness with you.
there will be obstacles in the journey,
but i think both of us will tacle the obstacle together and overcome.
u always had faith in me,
i also have faith in you, and will forever have that faith,
i plead with you to never loose the faith in me,
even through my downfalls.
m here with you and for you
M here 4eva.
Copyright © busane shoba | Year Posted 2012
THE AIR IS CLOSING IN ON ME LIKE AN ELVATOR DOOR AND I AM CRYING OUT FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE ME.
RELEASE ME FROM ALL THIS AGONY FROM ALL THIS CRAZINESS I CANNOT BREATHE I AM SLOWLY SUFFOCATING.
I AM CRYING FOR SOMEONE TO COME TO MY RESCUE I AM LOST FOR WORDS I AM HAVE NO OPINION NO VOICE I FEEL AS IF I AM LOSING CONTROL THE VULNERABILTY IN ME IS GROWING.
MY WALL IS CLIMBING HIGHER AND HIGHER I CANNOT TRUST ANYONE AND I CANNOT LOVE ANYONE FOR MY SOUL IS WOUNDED.
MY SPIRIT IS CRUSHED AND I AM ANGRY FEELING THAT THE WORLD IS AGAINST ME.
I HAVE NO ENERGY LEFT FOR ALL THIS NEGATIVITY I HAVE LET IT BUILD UP INSIDE OF ME.
BUILD UP INTO AN EXPLOSION OF ANGER AND FRUSTRATION.
NEEDING TO BE RELEASED IN ALL WAYS BUT ONLY IN THE POSITIVE WAY
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2012