the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.
We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.
My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.
Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014
You know faith is a substance
Yes, a spiritual law
They say it moves mountains
And, I’ve seen it before
You see without prayer
It’s not going to work
Words without actions
Are dead and desert
They say it moves mountains
But faith needs to grow
You must hear the word
Then the mustard seeds’ sown
It starts off little
And then branch’s out more
Becomes part of the vine
Like a true devout it soars
Love is the answer
To a lot of our prayers
But faith is the action
Upon mountains we stare
Words of the spirit
Righteous and true
Become like the Father
Yes, me and you
You know faith can move mountains
Let’s all pray together
No matter the mountain
No matter the weather
Big or small
This problem we face
We can do better
With the gift of God’s grace
© Copyright KC. Leake
20th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2014
“Peace” whispered a child. It was an arbitrary gust that carried the word to a
young man who repeated it out loud in a very positive tone. “Peace” he said and
the message caught the ear of a sprite old man.
Loudly he spoke into a fast moving breeze “Peace’ he declared and the air
carried the communication miles dropping it into thousands of ears.
“Peace” roared the crowd and the word grew wings and flew into a hurricane
that echoed in the ears of the masses.
Millions uttered “Peace” and in an irony of nature the moving wings of a tiny
hummingbird sent the expression on a trip that encompassed the whole planet.
The declaration fell on every ear and every person was sure their God had
spoken to them.
Maybe he had because from that day on every human had the spirit of peace in
the blood that flowed through their hearts. Peace was now the liquid that
sustained them and with it they could explore the beauty that existed both
within and outside of them.
“Love” whispered a child.
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
It’s Yule time as we watch the bouncing flames
outside, snow capped hills feel the fireplace glow.
Wonderful reflections of an ending year
bring ribbon wishes as bright memories flow.
Sleigh chimes ring with cheers of delightful peace
watching Grandma fill sweet aroma on crystal glass.
The smell of cinnamon signals Christmas Eve
As we gather hugs before midnight comes to pass.
Such excitement reminds us of all-time love
with shares of laughter and stories as a surprise.
Giggly kids round their fingers on the tree
And lights twinkle with warmth of sparkling eyes.
How beautiful the tinsel and angels blend in
reminding us of special thrill with friends and family.
What joy to celebrate this wonderful gift of life
While a manger dressed in garlands so perfectly
Carolers at the gate sing glorious tunes in God’s praise
More precious than all presents piled on the floor.
Christmas means giving without expecting anything
As prayers sigh for blessings, life, and much more!
Inspired by Linda Marie’s Holiday Hearth
By: nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011
Such an Amazing girl god put into my life.
He knew i needed you at that exact time
Funny when we met I thought you were to good for me
But when you approached me the sweetest girl I did meet.
From that day on we have never truly been apart cause I
carry you around everywhere in my heart. You have been the
rock when I needed a friend around, you have been the light
when the darkness consumed me and took away my sunshine
Even when were miles apart the phone connects us and keeps
our strongest bond. 17 years feels like such a short time but
I feel I have always had you in my life. Soul Sisters we were
meant to be.. You my beloved friend are such a fresh breeze
Even after a year apart it was like yesterday that we did part
so through the many miles and through the long hard road
I know this friendship will always survive. Your a burst of joy
to me each day I thank the Lord for the sweet blessing he gave!
Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel
Beauty so pure
your character delights
my devotion forever
Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
first squeezed my finger
Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013
every where i walk i get picked on
just for being me sometimes i feel alone
but with my twin i feel never gone
were one in the same
and can always know each others pain
being a twin is a gift from above
we have each other and what's not to love
we share common goals
that never gets old
we live our life normal
waiting for life to unfold
and that's being a twin
our story never gets old
Copyright © monica bradley | Year Posted 2015
Music photos and poem at the following link!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
I thank God for blessing me with you,
I scream the Lords name out with gratefulness,
I close my eyes and I cry to the Lord with appreciation,
I smile as I pray to the Heavenly Father for the greatest gift I had ever recieved.
Thank you Lord for giving me my Proverbs 31.
When you came into my life on the 5th of December 2011,
I knew you were something special,
I knew there was a reason why God hasnt taken me into the Heavens above,
because He had blessed me with something far greater than Heaven,
It was you.
My Proverbs 31.
I knew you were the one from that moment I saw you,
from that moment when you paused my whole life through one touch,
from that moment when I couldn't believe that you were real,
and not some hope in my imaganation.
I knew you were the one when every bad thing in my life was out of mind
I knew you were the one when God blessed me with my own Proverbs 31.
You showed me real love,
you showed me happiness,
you showed me that the two of us can fight and we will grow stronger together,
you showed me that life can be amazing even through the grey days,
you showed me that you are my Proverbs 31.
I will love you even when my heart stops,
because it will always beat within yours,
I will always protect you,
that I promise you,
I will always have your back just like you have always had my own,
I will cherish the love we share and the moments together,
I will always be there for you
because you are my Proverbs 31.
So I thank you Lord for Lisa,
I promise you I will love her through everything and I will protect her,
because she is Your daughter,
and I promise you that she will be forever safe and forever loved and forever happy.
Thank you Lord for my Proverbs 31.
*this poem is dedicated and inspired to and from Lisa Ndlovu, my first and only love. Thank you for showing me happiness.
Copyright © Wade Appelgryn | Year Posted 2013
Thoughts spun from rays of sunshine
Visions painted with a rainbow as a palette
Smells concocted from freshly cut pine trees
The gentle sound of a spring rain falling
The feel of a soft summer breeze upon one's face
The soft breathing of the loved one asleep at your side
These are but a few of the images, sights,
sounds and odors of life upon this earth
They are yours to discover and enjoy should
you only open your mind and your heart to
the miracles that surround you.
Copyright © Charles Gragg | Year Posted 2013
Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?
Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark?
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?
Copyright © Literrius Miller | Year Posted 2013
Stillness sweeps horizontally, then
Swells vertically. It is zero below
South wind meshes with north wind; it
Sends us clamoring for feathers of goose, we're
Secluded in layers. Closer and closer we seek
Somebody; a lover, next of kin, The Mighty Comforter.
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
He is a fighter,
he is my guider,
he is my only advisor..
he is my smile
he is my happiness tear drops
he is my tender side
he is my entire life...
he is my all
he is my one and only
he is all I need
he is the trouble,
id love to always be in..
he is the struggle,
id love to fight the world for
he is my everything
since the day we met
and he simply and charmingly
took away my breath
it was my fault
for not following my dream
thinking it was so far away
when it was actually so near
but my eyes were blind to see
what my heart so deeply inside
in it, till date believes...
Just like an Angel,
Who lights up my nights,
Shines my days,
warms my cold nights,
breezes my Summer time..
I do not know where I stand today
I know all of the choices I have made
I am aware of the losses I have faced
which I do not know if,
they are true losses or hard gained gains...
But all I know
is that I have gone that far for someone
who I truly love and sincerely want
to spend my lifetime with
even if my lifetime will end
after one more breath
so Id rather share it with him
Just like he would do...
And for the same reason why
I have gone that far,
I am fighting,
I will strengthen my will,
widen my beliefs
hold on more and more
for one day I will with him reach
our destined comfort love shore
For he is the only one
my eyes truly saw,
my heart beats for,
my soul strives for,
for he is my All in All
May the world know what I mean,
feel what I feel,
and see what in him and with him I see..
Copyright © MiAiM K. | Year Posted 2013
This is what eye remember about the MOVIE of course eye never knoe her. She
was moving constantly moving at least the actress who was portraying her but to
a boy it WAS her it seemed so heart wrenching a thing to just be blind there is a
SCHOOL for THEM they do not function in the real world and there she was big
as life the boy in my had that CRUSH upon her from the instant eye saw her it
was strang puppy love. Winner of the 1960 Tony Award for Best Play, “The Miracle
Worker” tells the incredible story of Helen Keller, a young woman trapped in a
world of silence and darkness. Deaf, blind, and mute, with no way to
communicate, she fought anyone who tried to help her with an intense, furious
desperation. Then Annie Sullivan came. A strong, determined, half-blind woman
fueled by her troubled past, she began the daunting struggle to reach Helen and
bring her into the world at last. She was so pretty in an odd sort of way swaying to
the tune of musick only she could see and hear the idea that she tried to
overcome her handicap and live was so nice to this little undergod. YThis semi-
sequel to William Gibson's The Miracle Worker recounts the early adult years of
the profoundly handicapped but brilliant Helen Keller. Helen, played by Mare
Winningham, enters college, with her friend and mentor Annie Sullivan Macy
(Blythe Danner) by her side. As Helen's international fame grows, she must
withstand the pressures of those who'd treat her as a freak rather than a human
being as well as Annie's near-strident demands that she excel at everything. The
multi-faceted Ms. Keller lived too much of a life to be squeezed into a mere two-
hour running time; the script betrays the strain of trying to show us more than it's
able by wrapping up everything in a hurried, unsatisfying conclusion. see part two
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008
I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react
When you etch
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
This boiling crown
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:
"the shortest road is the one
that you know,
the longest road is the one
that you love"
soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell
I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
I remember Woolworth’s,
round plastic seats,
shitty food that was hard to eat.
I remember being to stoned to remember,
I remember being high from January to December.
in those days I could write,
tablets and sheets and paper white,
I remember not needing nor wanting to type.
I remember staying out usually all night,
waiting in the parking lot to fight,
loosing fights and getting my ass kicked,
crawling home to get my wounds licked.
I remember throwing rocks from rooftops,
getting beat down by dirty cops.
home was never a home to me,
wondering why daddy didn’t want me.
I remember New York and her neon lights,
I remember roaming her streets at night.
taking the J train to Woodhaven Blvd. ,
Dope was my only God.
I remember wanting to die,
running out of tears to cry.
I remember waking and seeing a Priest,
What I want to remember least.
I remember God saying its not my time,
the Devil saying it will all be fine.
I remember hanging on to my last breath,
wondering why I didn’t chose death.
I remember the pain in her eyes,
why she wanted me alive.
I remember loosing all hope,
the pains of kicking dope.
I remember the weeks I couldn’t sleep,
the weeks I couldn’t eat.
waking in cold sweats,
I remember all the regrets.
I remember she remembered me,
she became we.
I remember now what it is to love,
I remember now that there is a God above.
I remember now as I remember then,
I remember Woolworth’s as the beginning of the end…....
Copyright © kenneth padgett | Year Posted 2015
Onto the blank page,
Pour forth thoughts; ink lines of black;
Thought forms of fluid;
A calligraphers ink-scape
A magical miracle.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.
What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.
The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.
The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.
The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.
What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.
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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013
THE MIRACLE OF NATIVITY
A star adorned the heavens,
Casting light upon the earth.
A bright celestial herald
Of a miracle of birth.
The angels gazed with wonder,
At the humble stable where,
A baby of such importance,
Would lie in a manger there.
Three shepherds and three
Travelled to this lowly shed,
To see this son of Heaven,
Born as prophecies had said.
This baby bore a message
To deliver to all mankind,
Of peace, love and pureness,
One of God and man aligned.
The warmth of the stable,
was shelter for the baby,
As angels sang the heavenly
chorus – which would go
down in history.
An angelic choir sang out –
And the bells rang out in
As baby Jesus did appear –
Amidst a bright full moon.
The star shone bright with
Angel choirs began to sing,
‘Hallelujah! Born today,
The Saviour and the King.’
Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2014
Helen Keller: The Miracle Continues was initially telecast as part of the
syndicated Operation Prime Time package in 1984. ~ Hal Erickson As Annie
Sullivan and Helen Keller, Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke could not have been
better. The battle of wills and wits between the two is engrossing, becoming
quite involved and very interesting. The lengthy dining room struggle alone would
make any movie worth watching - it is worthwhile even beyond the interesting
action itself, as it brings out aspects of human nature and human learning that
go beyond even Helen's own trials.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008
Yield to the feel, yield to the voice;
Open your heart, open your mind;
Urge prompts bold will, urge brings fine choice;
Reach out and start, reach out and find.
Vital words spring, vital rhymes come;
Offer to share, offer to speak;
Indulge fond fling, indulge sweet psalm;
Charm owns clear wares, charm loads sure peaks;
Echo and sing, echo and sum.
Measure clear thought, measure fond feel;
Ask for wise say, ask for warm pay;
Trust strings a plot, trust twirls a deal;
Truth dazzles day, truth sparkles stay;
Embrace verse lot, embrace wild will;
Reap motive play, reap happy way;
Sense something hot, sense pleasure fill.
Prize each word well, prize each verse play;
Opt to write tale, opt to cast rhymes;
Effort can tell, effort can sway;
Touch crafts word sale, touch churns verse chimes.
08 Mar 2014
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
Is secret weav'd for lights the veil
And high the tree,for far seeds fall,
In those they flows the eternal spell
Of Life, as wind- shall not them call.
Who ever will love thee?
How many to thee fell?
Could thou the one forgive,
While never rest in dwell?
As of greed river Time is blushing,
Its waters kiss no lips, but led;
Why is the breath from ever hushing?
Why still the tears abide to shed?
And thou of sorrow dew and shine,
In leisure faith was to thee Sire!
No pray more raise from hands of thine,
Thou bless the Spirit -for not share the fire!
Is immortal soul through striving prove,
And loving what is not I dare,
For Itself hath been the heaven rove
To brightest shine-or may to spare.
Copyright © Arthur Plisenhayer | Year Posted 2015
WOULDN’T IT BE NICE
You’re walking near the run-down end of downtown
And you see an old woman selling flowers, hand-picked, maybe worthless weeds,
Or rejects from an uptown florist’s, or stolen from a park someplace;
And she offers some to you and you ignore her as if she didn’t exist - and keep walking.
Then ten paces later you realise it was your own mother
Who you haven’t seen for twenty years.
So you double back incredulously cos last time you saw her she and dad
Were living retired in a small apartment in a nice district and all was ok.
Without a word you put an arm around her and whisk her into the seat of your car
And drive her to your own home, sit her down and give her some coffee,
And help her put her feet up on the sofa:
Arm around her grubby coat shoulder, you listen as she tells you how dad died
And the pension fund collapsed and then she ended up on the street selling
Third rate flowers to pay the rent on some tiny damp squat in the projects.
You tell her her days in that squat are over, and her flower slave-business is finished,
And that she will from now on live with you and you will look after her;
And how you are so horrified about what has happened to her since you last saw her.
She sleeps that night on clean sheets In a warm dry bedroom,
After a late night supper with you.
And her life begins again.
Wouldn’t it be nice? It’s the way it should be....absolutely.
Trouble is, that old flower seller isn’t your mother.
And you keep walking. Naturally enough.
Her own son is drunk somewhere, or living it up in Vegas.
She’s his mother, but she isn’t going to be miraculously found.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you were her son?
Yes, absolutely it would be nice.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2013
I thought of a day sans the Sun
I thought of a night sans the light
All the times that I thought of the light
I thought of Edison!
Thomas Alva Edison-
The power house shed light in the direction of right
A total solution found dark to fight
Light, an innovation from the mind of a bright
A revolution only second to the Moon walk strait
All the times that,I look at the light
I see the tired face of the might
Edison bought time and time to come out of his plight
Light in the night-
In the way of Owl's and Bat's sight
Edison, a pupil the school refused to teach
Edison, a lessen the schools undertook to teach
Edison bore torch light to his mate,Henry Ford
To put his wheels of four on the road
On the day of TWO ELEVEN of his birth-
Don't switch off lights to bring dark
But switch on saying "EDISON" in honor to mark!
Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Birth, Naturally manifested in a womb
Seeds planted like a rose you bloom
He or She
Through kicks you utter
Reminders you are there
Growth evolving, Life we share
A bond to which no one could compare
Our eyes mirrored images of what was reproduced
To this world another introduced
Pain -n- Suffering
Payed at first glance
Hearts begin to dance
A never ending song
Your first scent
Hair, Hands, Feet and Nose
A Mothers Love already Known.............
Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015
Born to live,
Never wanting to die,
fearing death to its every limit,
as blue eyed death grabs my shoulders
and laughs with grim
and I fear death even more.
Car crashes, murders, greed and envy
takes me to a place where I can't find hope.
Laughs grow and brings tears to my eyes,
I hope off trains and dodge cars driving down freeways
taking time to sit down and look at my ways,
that push me left nor right.
Up nor down can I see the time tick away
I can't wait till I walk Jacob's ladder,
till a black demon tears me down,
and sins rip me open,
like a surgeon to a patient on a table,
Me, myself and I take time to see the wrongs in life.
Do I dare shake the vines from the dark green jungles
that tangle deep in my mind, body and soul?
I shake with vengence when time turns its face from me.
Time has no time for me
and she takes me by the hand and wastes my life away
with endless heartbreak and drunken whores and buffoons,
who care only about themselves.
The evil souls burn away,
and their blind eyes do not see what they do to others' hearts and souls.
I believe the strangeness of me is that I love too much,
and care too much to actually open my eyes and see what burns away
infront of my very eyes.
I only see what my heart wants to see
my romantic side kills me away,
while my physical being is falling apart with heartbreak and sorrow.
The strange part is,
love was never there to be found,
and the strangeness of me,
is that I love too much to see blue eyed death coming to get me.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Oh! My half soul..My best friend..
Thought you were my sunshin...
Left me in the midst of darkness..
Thought you were my moonlight...
Proved me there was no moon..
Wished to hold your hands till the edge of doom....
Where your sword killed the bond....
Thought you wiped the tears of mine...
When the truth was that you played with those.....
Though I tried so hard to hold on to you...
The bullets from you pierced my heart...
So deep... And deep...and deep.....
Realized no one could save me......
drowned in sorrow...
Cried in agony....
Tried to stay strong when my heart became just a pumping machine....
Longed that it would stop so fast....
Failed to kill myself when I was already half dead....
Cried all nights....
Tried all days...
But in vain..
Full of pain..
Eyes became the clouds
Where the cheeks, the rosy land...
Waited for the old you ,my soul mate.....
Hoped you would come back someday as you....
Before my hearts stops beating....
Before my eternal sleep..!
Copyright © Manu Ranjini | Year Posted 2017
Poet: Ken Jordan
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
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Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014