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Details | Romanticism |
Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.

In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.

Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
Rarely Spoken Words 

Rarely Spoken Words

"Please forgive me, I was wrong" --
" when I thought I was right "....
If you ever hear those
rarely spoken words keep
them near your soul...

If the person that spoke them without
coercing-stood strong against their ego-
Liken to a rare jewel, they are.
You can trust them to shine;

They have the fortitude of integrity
Which is the thread of friendship's lifeline
as they will be most unlikely to
deceive you in relationship's.

Those who be sprinkling fairy dust on their
mistakes, are not really sorry, they will
wound you all over, before you are
recuperated, they will injure you again.

You need stay clear.
Remove them like a dart in your heart.
From most you will never hear those
"Rarely Spoken Words"

“I apologize, my fault”
"My bad" - "You were right".
Unless spoken from a jail cell.!

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013




Details | Light Poetry |
In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying not blood but fear,incomprehension,shyness,
And loathing no men but own men,
The women were pure like music from violin,
The old not violent,
But a good violin,
Oh Girl! let the music play on from the old violin!

(Basing on the culture of our South Asian bounds)







Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
"Doctor!
Doctor!
How is he?"

"Quite terrible, Miss.
He will not survive the night,
Probably not even the hour."

"What does he have?
Terminal cancer?
Pneumonia?
Cardiac Arrest?"

"No.
It is worse then all of those.
Even combined."

"Oh no! 
Can I see him?

"I imagine you can, Miss.
But that's the problem.
I'm afraid I can't treat him
Since I can't--"

"Doctor! Please tell me.
I love him. 
He's my boyfriend.
We have no secrets."

"Then you may wanna sit down.
Miss, I am sorry to inform you,
Your boyfriend is ailed with
A severe case of nonexistence."

Copyright © Tasha Taylor | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Dragon is such an adorable and, yes, kindhearted, dear, little soul.
But he has a few, very, important lessons, that he has yet to learn.
Like what he can do to help our the birdies, we feed in these tales.
Temperatures plummeted deeply down, as the wind blew in gales.

Dragon became very distraught as his birdies huddled in our eves.
Dragon loved them so, that he couldn’t watch them sit, in the breeze.
Their water became frozen, as they pecked at the seeds, in the snow.
So he decided to save his birdies from the elements found in the cold.

He gathered them up, rented a plane, and sent them to the warm South.
He thought to be saving them from a brutal winter, stirring here, outside.
But low and behold, his tired birdies came back home, the very next day.
They’d flown hard to get back, never wanting to go, come what may!

Home is what, this is all about, and the decisions that we tend to make.
And that we Can’t make decisions for others every moment of the day.
Yep, you can’t micro manage the world, for others, deciding Their lives.
Telling others what to do, that’s right, can turn out so wrong, not right!

You see, they were busily employed in building their beloved little nests.
But next, Dragon brought them inside, way out of that icky, frozen mess.
But they wanted to be outside, where their feathers protected them sooo…
They made a mad prison break escape, when Dragon opened up the door!

They needed to be where they belonged, as Dragon cleaned up their mess.
Now, even Dragons’ penguins went into hiding, fearing they would be next.
So we got all together, for a family intervention… for him and his friends…
All explained that they liked their lives, exactly the way, it has always been.

The penguins are happy playing at the lake; the birdies huddled under our eves.
They love the excitement the weather brings, and have work to do before spring.
Feeding them is really enough, and giving them the occasional water to drink.
For they are entities unto themselves, enjoying all that life can truly bring.

Dragon learned a lesson that day, that God has made us each, in unique ways.
But that didn’t stop him from knitting the birdies warm little booties to take. 
They immediately hung them in trees, then took apart, to add to their nest.
But what they really wanted was sticks and twigs that moisture never held.

The moral to my story is: Let others be who they are, offer help, don’t insist…
We were not meant to micro manage everyone else’s total existence.

Written  1-7-2017
Writers' Statement. A fun loving Fable.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Didactic |
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Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?



Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Sun is  in sex with the young flowers,

Waiting at the door,Bees,

To collect the sperm!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!

Oh my God! What a Stag Night
I can't quite remember, what did we do?
Why's there a tattoo on my butt on the right?
And why is half my hair blue?
I'm panicking now about what will ensue
When in the shower blue dye starts to disappear
And the girl's name just dissolves from my rear.

I'm loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer
A triple dare
Of a husband number three
My beautiful day, I swirl for the show
Hubby number three won't be free for a while.

Still puzzling, how did I get here?
A triple trouble stands in front of me
The bachelor party a couple of nights ago
I wish I was free again
The knife in the cake crumbles as the sweet cake is savoured.

As the blushing bride I look all around
My brothers and sisters, eyes open wide
They look at the cake and at the groom frown
But they're smacking their lips but not at the bride
The church doors are locked, everyone is inside
When will the service be over, how long will it take?
Before they can get their hands on that cake.

As the blushing groom I nervously look at a sister
The brothers are scowling, her kids just grinning
Don't think you can back out now mister
My fate is sealed, my head is spinning
The priest calls to order, the service beginning
I glance across at the majestic cake
Like Kilimanjaro no knife could it break.

The wedding day rings dancing on the plate
Waiting to be worn on this forever date
The service ends, the wedding bells still ringing
The now wife and husband each having
A million thoughts running
The groom takes a quick glance at his years of single
The bride not holding back on this mingle.

She loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer, a triple dare
Of a husband number three
He is still puzzling, how he got here
The cake demolished to only one crumb
Just like his chances of being free

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |
you won’t listen to me, so i write to you on my arms. 
this one says i needed you and you weren’t there. 
this one says i’m bleeding but you don’t care. 
i wrote you this one out of despair, 
seemed like you always had to be at some other somewhere,
and it hurts, because it’s me you’re dismissin’, 
with no time to listen, just need your attention, 
it’s your touch i’m missin’, look me in my eye,
i know you see my letters, so why don’t i get a reply?
i guess it’s worth it just to try, 
to get you to notice me just one more time, 
write you just one last line, 
but i’m runnin’ out of time ‘cause i’m runnin’ out of ink, 
needin’ more time to think, 
but i don’t have it, so i sign my last letter and address it to you,
i hope this one gets through

Copyright © Erin Evans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
She’s too tough for hallmark’s corruption,

                too cool for an easy rhyme.

If I were to bring her flowers, 

I’d have to buy a package of

Reese’s cups, and a bag 

of licorice to construct

a bloom worth savoring. 

She craves the originality

of a still dreaming sun rise

popping its back against 

the morning, wiping 

cloudy sleep out of 

the eyes of our 

lambent sky.

The calm of hot tea’s

embrace, as the warmth

of its revision surges

down a chocolaty wasted

throat.

The purity of a love 

sweetened kiss, 

in the arms of life’s poetry.

If I were to bring her flowers,

I’d bring them with that embrace;

A kiss worth its taste. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
"Had I not broadened my menu, I never could have developed Good Taste" 
                                                                                

With all these ingredients, that have simmered in this soup
Has made some tasty dishes, from caviar to poop
With chefs from 'round the world, and recipes sublime 
Has made their kind of poetry, a favorite meal of mine  



PS: the part mentioning the poop (pooh) is attributed mainly to Jan Allison's contributions in the Soup, You've Got to Love Her !

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
Meet me at the park bench
So I can breathe in your fragrance
Meet at the park bench 
So my words can tickle you
Til your bosom shakes	
Til your belly aches
© 2015

Copyright © Terence Msuku | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
I was a good wife that kept a spotless house,
And cooked good food each day for my dear spouse.
When he mowed the lawn in the summer heat,
I would bring him a cool drink, just to be sweet.

After thirty years we have parted ways.
Now I have a new trail in which to blaze.
I’m finding out that being single has its perks.
I’m in charge now, and that’s how it works!

I don’t have to clean the house if I’m not inclined,
Or cook every day, working off my behind!
I can go out to dinner whenever I choose.
I don’t have to watch a man on the couch snooze!

I can run around the house naked as a jaybird,
And go without makeup, which in the heat is preferred.
Yes, the single life has given me a taste of freedom.
My new motto in life is “love ‘em and leave ‘em.”






6/15/17


Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Running to nowhere, 
Racing the clouds; 
Sweating and out of breath . 
To pass him quickly, 
And not to speak to him . 
But he still makes time and effort, 
To say hello . 

HELLO ! , hi? 
But no answer. 
His face looks sudden and questionable . 
Why? Why wouldn't she speak? 
He thought to himself. 
Only he doesn't know, 
She's racing the clouds from east to west. 

Racing the clouds, 
Because she's shy and nervous . 
Just to say, what she really wanted to say? 
It's hard to say... I love you! 
His face, she can read him! 
He knows, oh he knows! 
 but still  he wants her to confess ? 
Confess that she, she loves him . 
But it takes pride and bravey to tell 
So again, she race the clouds moving east to west... 


©Jessica

Copyright © Jessica Harbaran | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
Here he comes, bringing up the rear
So proud to be one of the guys
Blowing me kisses drenched in beer
As he wolfs down several pies

One tortured attempt at a promising leer
Whilst he fumbles with his flies
He’s no idea that I’m sat here
Planning my goodbyes!

Copyright © Susan Barnes | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME I thought you loved me, but you proved me wrong. Your actions revealed to my heart a sad song. Which was once so happy and joyful on account of your presence, But is now covered by a dark cloud of depression. Where did I go wrong? I adored you unconditionally. Remember what this stood for L.O.V.E. Larry’s Only Valentine Eternally No matter the circumstance you could always count on me. Up until now my time in here has been aided by your love ant trust, But now I’m broken to pieces with the mere thought of ‘us!' Although you’ve been at my side, so I can’t say its been a complete waist. Time simply proved our relationship could not endure this long race. Although I thought you love me, and would patiently wait For that moment when I’d be free - And these bars no longer imprison me. I’d get down on bended knee, and take your breath away. I guess destiny isn’t always what it seems. Instead of ‘meant to be’ it’s a mere ’hopeless dream’. And I guess after all you never really loved me - But for some time I was convinced you did. All the letters, conversations and visits from the start of my ‘bid’. I guess after all this time you just never had a clue That while ‘I thought you loved me’. I never once stopped loving you.

Copyright © Larry McMillan Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

May I take your order, please:


I want two double cheeseburgers,
and a large side of fries
Plus, two chocolate milkshakes
with vanilla latte eyes

We’re celebrating today,
me and my drive-thru beauty
She’s my fast food lovin’ baby,
and I wouldn’t want her no other way

She serves good lovin’ that’s extra saucy,
her kisses has a lot of spicy zing
I’m wrapped around her finger,
like a hot jalapeño onion ring 

Give me two double cheeseburgers,
and some large, crispy fries
Plus, two chocolate milkshakes
with vanilla latte eyes

That’s my baby’s special order, y’see ... 
she was eating that when she first met me
I fell in love with her from the first bite,
on that late, late drive-thru night 

She’s my drive-thru beauty,
my fast food lovin’ baby
She’s my happy meal cutie,
I wouldn’t want her any other way

We’ll have two double cheeseburgers,
and a big portion of golden fries
Plus, two chocolate milkshakes
with pure vanilla latte eyes 

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |
Please don't cry, Cause I'm not leaving your side. Wipe all the tears away, Cause I'm still by your side. Till the day we die, You don't have to hide your beauty. Cause you are always beautiful in my own eyes, No matter what people think. Your beauty is one of kind, Just like a rainbow rose. But 10x more beautiful, I know you have a lot of pain. But baby you are to damn beautiful to have all that pain, Wipe those tears away. Just take my hand, And let's fly far away.

Copyright © Eduardo Martin Castro Jr | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
I’m starting to think it all begins at the bottom of this bottle
‘Cause the only time I’m honest is with my inhibitions lowered
Tip them back. One, two, three
Let’s see where one more takes us
How much do you think it’d take for me to want to risk it?
And I’ll spin around in circles, so as not to open my mouth
‘Cause I’d need more bottles to save me if ever the truth came out
So I’ll wait for the burning taste to subside before my eyes spring open
And you can talk, talk, talk to me, but I’ll deny that I am broken.
Now familiar words scream inside, ones thus far unspoken
So I’ll bring the glass back to my lips in a feeble attempt to stop them
This bottle is getting lighter now,
Let’s see if one more does it

Copyright © Ashley Carroll | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |
The problem of PolyNomials,
equivalent or not?
with NotPolyNomials
hides a geometric assumption
that was profoundly challenged by Bucky Fuller.

Polynomial v NotPolynomial
assumes if we could distinguish NP from P sets of information
in advance of processing language trials,
then we would know two sets of autonomously delineated bipolar information.
Yet this is no more, or less, the case
than to say that something is not
is to contain and define more valued information
than to say it is
at least notnot right now.

This equivalence or not
between not polynomial information
and notnot polynomial exformation
may be better redeveloped,
more cooperatively regenerate,
to see PolyNomials as binary informating bits,
where two notnot yin-negative exformating ambivalents
equal one positive Yang-PolyNomial equivalent
dipolar co-arising positive convex
as also dualdark co-gravitating concave 
enthymematic dipolarity.

For example,
YangLight c-squared
equivalent with YinYin e-squared
primal convex/concave relationship
outside radiant/inside co-gravitating in reverse face of time
temporal double-binding elation and delation,
0-sum fractal Eulerian prime function,
like DNA and RNA string theorems
of regeneratively double-bound in/ex-FormFunction,
and Holy Spirits
and Anima Mundis 
within CoRedemptive Trinitarian Hypostatic Braiding Trees of Threes,
and Gaia TriLateral CoOperative Hypotheses.

Yang reforesting radiant canopies
over Yin double-binding root systems of fractal ergodic rhythms,
with reiterative trunks of networking cooperatives root to branching
in-between
wu-wei
(0)Core
WinWin mutually creolizing
Yang EarthSpace
over YinFlowing Spiral Speed,
ReVolving BiLateral (0)Root PrimeTime.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ballad |
As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
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!

BY:Christina McCullouch

7/28/2012

Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
God is the chief justice,his laws solutions

In the law making world of dreams,six people population

Father in law,mother in law,in the absence of children 

Son in law,daughter in law, in the absence of parents

Brother in law,sister in law,the law making relations

One law to other law,no any blood connections

Mother in law vs daughter in law,a long pending action

No court prepared to deliver a decision!


Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
I want you..
And I was made just for you
I'll make love to you
All the night with you

Feel my heart that burns in fire
Look my eyes that full of desire
As our bodies ignite in passion
Our souls chain in a strong union

Carressing every part of you
Gives me satisfaction
Dancing in the hymn of love
That just the two of us can hear it loud

Nothing seperate me from you
No one could make me feel like the way you do
Our passion for each other binds us together
And our love for each other makes us FOREVER!

Copyright © Jerica Sanchez | Year Posted 2013