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My mind is in need of rest
just for a moment, brief,
a silent little repose here
will surely bring to me relief.

My heavy eyelids gently fall
and shut out the entire world,
my hair lays down and relaxes
even though it has been curled.

I breathe in slowly and deeply
my heartbeat settles down,
my ears can hear around me
the wind's soft whispering sound.

It lifts me to a far off place
where clouds become my bed,
I reach out to grab another
like a soft pillow for my head.

You can only imagine
what I can only see,
as I dream a beautiful dream
that was meant just for me.

Inspired by the painting, "Resting" by Victor Gabriel Gilbert 

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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From a city's hilltop , I gaze down there below with lights in rhythmic hop; notes bouncing to and fro... on alleys where life croons women dance as skirts fly; and blues whip juggled tunes sax cooling a flamed sigh! ........... “Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life”--- Berthold Auerbach ~ poet and author ~ .................... Repost 9/29/2016 Contest 213 of Brian Strand

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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The Nutcracker

Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker About two and a half months ago How was I to know on November 29th We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow The weather gods have conspired against me Coz before and after that day Temperatures been so incredibly warm Much like the merry month of May Must have upset those guys back when If so I do hereby apologize Sure felt their wrath, spent three long hours With fire shooting out of my eyes Next time won't buy tickets ahead of time I'll buy them on the day of the event And take my chances that it's not a sellout So my time is much better spent Is my frustration showing as I write this poem? So ticked off, what more can I say Don't want ever to spend that much time again Stopped dead on a freaking highway © Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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Savanna Mind

Steel mountains tower over ancient minds The mismatched soul anachronism Instincts progressively lagging behind Primitive brain sees a deep red cataclysm Ghostly mastodons stalk the fluorescent plain A daunting checklist of tasks today Frigid rivers to be crossed in your brain Endless list of invisible foes you must slay A war without coffins, blood, or casualties Teeth gritted, girded in polyester for battle It’s knives in the back and social realities No true combat; it’s never settled. Unrelenting angst through every fiber Forever hanging over the precipice of defeat It follows you: a rapacious saber-toothed tiger Implacable stare, neither attacks nor retreats Gone is the clan, the intuitive belonging Disconnected tribe inside your building Every woman and man the empty longing The neighbors you don’t know won’t come ringing The dingy cement, windblown trash scene Dreary and numbing external reality You heart calls out for a deeper green Light humming, phone ringing, no tranquility No reason to fight for any tribe you see Except, of course, your family on TV Nothing to die for, unless the royal “we” Beat the drum of prosperity or ideology A Sabercat here, a Ghostly Mastodon there, Back is bowed, veins on your nose Run wrinkled hands through graying hair A million drops in the bucket, it overflows Just remember when you find You don't understand the rage That you are a savanna mind Trapped in a modern cage 3/29/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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Oh, What Am I Going To Do , Today

Oh, what am I going to do, today?
I've got so much time on my hands that I
Will simply go mad if I don't find a way
To fill it all up with some stuff to get by.

I try to stay busy with this and with that
And sometimes it works but at others falls flat
I think at such length that my head starts to hurt
And then I relax with a cup of yogurt.

I once had a job where they worked me to death
I grunted and groaned 'til I gave my last breath
The medics restarted my heart with a jolt
I thanked them, then, wisely, decided to bolt.

I could someday make a good living at rhymes
But all I might do is to fall on hard times
I'm cracking my skull like a ripe coconut
To pull myself up and well out of this rut.

A jack of all trades but sad master of none
Among all that's not new now under the sun
I can't just go out there and find a nice niche
It makes me so crazy I want to yell, "SHEESH!"

Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015

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I'm Selling My Body To Science

My warm body's on permanent loan to Big Pharma;
I am chancing my health but could care less for karma.
All that money they pay is too good to refuse;
So with minimal risk I have little to lose.

Man, I shovel their food and I watch lots of cable;
And I gain as much weight as I'm possibly able.
I will sleep like Prince Charming awaiting a kiss
From young nurses so sweet their mere presence is bliss.

I can do what I want from pre-dawn to late night
Just as long as I don't give the staffers a fright.
I take nice, long hot showers until I'm beet red;
Some warm milk with six cookies, and then on to bed.

It's pure Heaven, I tell you, it's every man's dream;
You relax all the time, eat desserts with whipped cream,
Then you mark off each day as it languidly fades,
Blithely block out the world by extending the shades.

So work smarter, not harder, all you Type-A's out there;
And let stress be a kind of a fast fading nightmare
Out of which you've been wakened by a woman's soft voice
As she calls you to breakfast, and makes note of your choice.

Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015

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New Handcuffs

New Handcuffs
We had taken our boys out to a theme park one day
They could run around wild and burn some energy away
On the return trip from the gift shop they did ask to buy
A plastic sword, a shied and a pair of toy handcuffs, I didn’t ask why.

Two days later they asked if their friend could come to play
“Of course not a problem” is what I did tell them that day.
Within few minute they came to find me, they were crying
Their friend was in the handcuffs, they can’t release him although trying.

Each turn of the key to unlock the offending restraints
Instead of unlocking them it tightened them, to his little complaints
I put all three boys in the car and drove to the local fire station
To find it was a part -time one, it was a deserted location.

A cleaner I spied working hard, so I did ask help from him
"Go to the police station" he said, giving me a wink and a grin.
A bit strange I thought but only for a little while
I had to free this child, so I said “goodbye” with a smile.

This young boy now with tears in his eyes 
Looking so lost and afraid, which is no surprise
Into the Police station I walked feeling really bold
"Can you please free this child? You have cutters I am told."

A big burly officer looked, and then he walked up to me
Took one look at the child and said sarcastically
“We will fetch a female officer to sit with the boys
“While you come with me, and explain a child, in sex toys…”

“What on earth are you babbling about my good man?
Just unlock and free that child as fast as you can”
“I’m sorry madam” said he “but there’s questions to ask”
“Why did you lock a child in handcuffs? What was to be your task?”

“My good man what are you suggesting, that I locked him in?”
“Don’t be absurd are you stupid?” He just gave me a grin
Another officer entered with three pairs of bolt cutters so big
The poor child nearly fainted, he had little arms like a twig.

I asked them not to scare him, he was only a boy
They told me they still needed to know about the sex toy
On freeing the child they took the three boys away 
They asked them who had locked him up, and was it in play.

My then ten year old son admitted he had done the deed
He didn’t think it was wrong, he thought he could be freed.
Finally satisfied enough, they let me leave with the boys
With a tap on the shoulder the policeman urged me to buy
                                                             ‘padded sex toys.’

© ~GG~ 5/12/2012

An oh so true story lol

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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A Weight Upon My Shoulders

A Weight Upon My Shoulders

Sometimes the world feels heavy
Its weight upon my shoulders
As I seek to find some order
And sort things in mental folders.

There are things I know important
Things that shan’t be missed
But it’s hard to remember all
With daily additions to my list.

It’s tiring and stressful
But also quite rewarding
Knowing it is my loved one
I help cross the streams he’s fording.

I know it can’t be easy
Each day as he does wake
But he puts forth the effort
Knowing what’s  at stake.

Our priorities are different
As are the places we can go
But it’s the steps we take together
In this new world we grow.

Yes, we both are tired
Our view of things have changed
Ever since his stroke
And our life was rearranged.

Copyright © Sue k Green | Year Posted 2014

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Your Daily Stress

Everyone needs a break from routine It can drive us right to the brink The stresses we feel just trying to get through Are enough to drive us to drink Doesn't take much, could be quite simple Like changing the order of things May not seem much but sure does wonders For one's erratic mood swings Maybe drive a different route to the office Have lunch at 1:00 instead of 12:00 There are a myriad of things we can do each day That we discover the deeper we delve The mental health of each of us individuals Will improve by leaps and bounds Just a small change in our daily routine Is usually enough I've found So write me and tell me how you make out Here's wishing you much success The effort can be small but the benefits are big In alleviating your daily stress © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Nature's Medication

Whenever your mind is overcome with tension
And the pressures of life surround you everywhere
Relax and enter into calm meditation
And patiently await your burdened mind to clear

Calm meditation is Nature's medication
It releases all stresses and sets the mind free
Through it, you can rediscover your connection
With the grand all pervading cosmic energy

This energy is the source of our being
It helps to empower and make us what we are
So no matter what ordeals you may be facing
Know that finally you shall certainly conquer

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Danny down the hall
just behind the door.
Thunder coming  from it.
Presence made galore.

Cozy with a two-four.
Danny home to drink.
Left upon his own.
A girl to make him think.

T-shirt with a logo.
Danny's casual dress.
Smell of smoke right through it.
His ball cap holding mess.

Shoes left in the hallway
leaning to the wall.
Just aside the pathway
where Danny sweeps the hall.

Sunshine from the window
Danny stands in view.
Watching those who enter
whenever one comes through.

Danny down the hallway.
Asking what is new.
Pray it's not a foul mood
or Danny's on the brew.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2015

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Wounding Words

words that pierce like a sharpened edge
the pen has no regret
old pain incessant we must dredge
if not forgive, forget?

but the power of a simple verse
overlooked by the creator
has made the past in present worse
and lesser pain now greater

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

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She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her meds,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
as she's braceleted, brought to her bed.

Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers with clipboards,
where'd she come from, and why is she here?

She's showing no signs of aggression,
as a matter of fact she's serene,
no tantrums, no throwing or spitting,
picture-perfect, a story-book queen.

By day she's the doctors' conundrum,
every measure is tried for a clue,
but the secret is buried inside her,
closed for business, not out for review.

As night falls she's back in her bedroom,
left alone in confusion and tears,
frightened, with nothing to contemplate
but the screaming that no one else hears.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2013

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How many of you have done this? You go into another room To get something really important Suddenly your mind goes KABOOM! In the lightning flash of a instant You haven't a clue why you're there You rack your brain for the answer Just stand there with a vacant stare So back to the room you came from Hoping something will click For sure your mind will recover You start feeling dizzy and sick What if you can never remember? Go to your grave not knowing why You got up to go there for something But your brain feels like it's fried Sometimes it renders man useless Their existence productive no more Dribbling and mumbling “what was it?” This feeling you can't ignore Then as you're ascending to heaven Your life is paraded before you In a flash you scream out, “I've got it!” “I was headed for the loo!” © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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tracing drops that scatter shoot
down the bedroom pane.
humming head I can't refute
that bed she calls my name.
fighting slumber gallantly,
I need to write some verse.
my eyelids dying valiantly
yet insomnia is my curse.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

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Nocturnal Hell

Darkness falls like acid rain
upon my sleepless eyes.
A deeply burning visceral pain,
the torment that denies

my soul of rest that cannot be,
too much stirs deep within.
And what's plain to all I cannot see,
despite such papyraceous skin.

The body screams for sweet relief,
but the mind just has to purge
dark thoughts and verse beyond belief.
From cryptic neurons they emerge.

So slumber waits another day
that quickly fades to night.
There's no amount I wouldn't pay
to be awakened by morning's light.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

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Lament of a Jaded Lover

To love or not to love again
That is the real question for me
I've already suffered much pain
And my heart is in agony

It's nice to be in love they say
The experience is pure bliss
But if your lover goes away
How does someone deal with this?

The second time, love is sweeter
That is something also stated
Who knows what will happen later
At present I am quite jaded

I shall move on despite the strain
And whatever will be, will be
Will I ever find love again?
That's in the hands of destiny

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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An Artist Deserves His Pay

When all our birds have flown
and milk-weed stalks pose bare,
the katydids are all gone
and leaves scatter here and there;

why would the prince come,
laden with bundles of grain—
his arable year's sum—
and not expect to gain?

We who scoop his yield,
feast on his amplitude,
then bare his playing field,
are insulting and rude.

Please accept this check,
portion out a bit more;
lift us off this poop deck,
we most humbly implore.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Daily Despair

another day seeps down the drain,
I cannot find the leak.
what am I if not insane?
my thoughts too dark to speak.

the daily flogging of my spirit
is more than most could bear.
my fate reveals that I should fear it,
yet it's jaws cannot ensnare

my mind and will are still my own,
despite the efforts of big brother.
the path less traveled I'll take alone
only to find there are always others

who dare traverse the same dark trail
and challenge the righteous rank
whose morality is a living hell
for those who choose to think.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

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The surreal world I live in                                                   
Thrust there over night
It was a stroke that hit him 
Since then just nothing’s right.

The frustration of it all.
The many hats I wear.
The tasks that never end.
The new roles that I bear.

All these hats I’m wearing
Some are very new
So many different directions
So many things to do.

I wake up in the morning
Wishing for the past,
Stick to his routines
And never move too fast.

There’s someone living in my house.
I know there’s someone here.
Why do I feel so all alone
Even when he’s near?

Some days he comes to visit
And talks of things we share,
‘tho conversation’s brief
And oft’ too short to bear.

I try to see it his way.
I try to help him out.
I know he faces struggles,
For him, no easy bout.

I’m with him in the morning
I’m with him in the night
I try to be there for him
I hope I get it right.

A different world he lives in
His own pace that he’s set.
I try to make him understand.
He sometimes tries, and yet…

Can I know the effort that it takes
To put together words to talk?
Can I feel his inner struggle 
When he tries to walk?

I can only be there,
Let him know I’m here.
I can sit beside him
And try to ease his fear.

It’s a surreal world we both live in,
Just ‘one day at a time.’
With some days still a struggle
When all is not sublime.           

Copyright © Sue k Green | Year Posted 2014

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Stress Can Be A Killer

Stress can definitely be a killer It can turn life upside down A person might not even realize it The reason for wearing a frown It could be something quite simple Meeting someone the very first time An interview for a high paying job Totally oblivious of the signs We all must be mindful of the pitfalls Prepare for roadblocks unseen Wary of all the curves in life's journey A prodigious challenge it seems The answer I've found is just let it flow Probably easier said than done Gotta try coz the alternative's not good To fix it, you are the one To sum up, I'm offering this bit of advice Been around the block a few times What I've learned in all my years Is relax and things will be fine! © Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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my demons

my demons are playing, tugging, teasing
whispers beckoning from the dark
they've been seeking, thrilling, tempting
trying to extinguish my sole spark

Copyright © Aleck Solier | Year Posted 2014

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Until life became a con

In a rotten world I reside,
Haters, with no friend inside,
Its final, I have to decide,
Between life, and a note of suicide.

Its my final departure,
A start of great adventure,
Life on earth, so unwell,
Gotta check out there in hell

To my friends, work is done,
To my haters, good is gone,
To everyone, speak a good tone,
For life is over, and people do expire.

Mum, your wails I won't hear,
Don't curse, remain my dear,
Don't sob. don't drop a tear,
I'll die, for you to live better,
To never have any more suffering to bear.

Dad, am not any taller, 
Sure enough, I robbed you of the dollar,
Don't see me a lost toddler,
Don't gossip of my life as a failure,
Am generous, saving you for the fun in future.

My heart sheds to say your name, 
I loved thrice, failed once,
Not worth mentioning, once for fame,
And once through whom to the world I came.

To siblings, life might be better,
Without me standing in your ways for longer,
An act of heroism, my love for you is bigger,
Carry on, if not, cheer me up in hell,
wherever,With deadly shots of spirytus luksusowa.

I have tried, many battles I won, 
I soldiered, until life became a con,
So tired, I need to be alone,
Stress free, something to my head, probably a gun.

Copyright © hudhaifah siyad | Year Posted 2014

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Washer Online

My washer went online today.
They say my money's old.
I'll have to use my debit card
is all that I've been told.

I wonder what is coming next.
Perhaps I'll browse the net.
I'll probably play an MP3
and dance till clothes get wet.

I hope it isn't hacked at all.
My clothes would suffer much.
Those hackers like to rinse all day.
and spin for just a touch.

The dryer also wants my card.
It's friendlier I find.
With fewer buttons needing me,
to less time that we'll bind.

The cycles all but calling me
in actions for a chip.
To slide my card both in and out,
confusing for a trip.

And if I go to use a coin,
it simply can't be done.
My money's all but worthless
and the spin has just begun.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2016

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Who Woulda Thunk It

Who woulda thunk I'd be thrown a curve Taking pills to relieve my stress The stress of moving, to calm myself down Life's like a long game of chess You make a move and hope for the best Experience tells you it's right Then all of a sudden you're thrown a curve A proverbial bullet you must bite Not everything goes exactly as planned Be flexible and ready for change It'll lead to a more peaceful and happy life Even better than fortune and fame Who needs fame, it's a fleeting thing The real blessings are ones you hold dear Tell someone close you love them each day Just like magic a smile will appear It's sometimes hard to follow this advice Have to keep reminding myself There ain't no other person I'd rather be Than this happy cheerful old elf! ©Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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The News is on; announcer live.
Her sport coat without vest.
The orchestra with trumpets sound;
sensational at best.

The shocker first for your attention.
Disaster worse than ever.
Lisa Laflamme with sad brown eyes
to pity and to sever.

The damage in the millions now.
Some countries going to give.
To lastly there are victims found
we're hoping, who will live.

Then on for thirty minutes
goes the wicked in the world.
Their stories without mercy
coming at us as if hurled.

Till finally; the final story
should calm you down a notch
and bring you to a place of comfort
so next day you will watch.

Then bugles blare to end the show
to Lisa Laflamme's goodnight.
"And that's the News in the world today"
She smiles big and bright.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2015

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The World's In The Dumpster

The world's been in the dumpster forever An intolerable state of affairs Isn't it about time we changed our ways It's badly in need of repairs Let's start a pact to end our disputes Some think it's beyond possibility Need somebody to step up to the plate Us humans have great adaptability Think I just heard a scoff or two Now that's been a part of the problem If we all just put aside our differences We'd be much more able to solve them Probably sound like a big know-it-all To me, it just makes common sense Adapt or it's curtains for all human kind Must do something in any event © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Without stress

Let's burn some demons 
Fall down and kneel
and say our prayer 
Like a wheel

Let's burn some demons 
Let's do some work
Let's eat them all
With knife and fork

Let's burn some demons 
Fall on our knees
And pray to love
And please say please

Let's burn some demons 
On a big fight 
So we'll be able
To see the light

Let's clean ourselves 
From all infections 
To taste the sweetness 
Which love it mentions

Let's stay near love
Comfort and shelter
As Beatles sing
The Helter Skelter

Sweetness of sin
Pseudo - transient
It is love only 
Which is our tent

It is love only
Which pays our rent
So let's fall down
And all repent

Let's search for peace 
And happiness 
Love with all power
We can possess

Stay close to love
Enjoy blessedness 
Love truly love 
you will be happy

And without stress

Copyright © Sotirios Skoufis | Year Posted 2017

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Never Broken

Gears are whirring out of place,
while wires lash and spark.
Thick smoke conceals this old machine,
that's dying in the dark.

Too many tasks there are in store,
though all demand its time.
And as it tries in vain again,
they all sneer at its crime.

Such arrogance! Did it presume,
it could handle what it said?
Well, if it stays true to its word—
soon it shall be dead!

Write it off, its time has come, 
there's naught that we can give.
If it hasn't yet already,
it shall lose the will to live.

But lo! In dust and ashes,
in the shadow and the doubt,
I see the metal turning,
and in surprise I shout: 

"Not true! It is impossible—
you can't adjust your fate!"
But the machine ignores my outcry;
so, is it not too late?

All signs led to failure,
there were questions all the way.
Still, things have a way of doing,
what was legend yesterday.

So don't feel down in the darkest depths, 
when hell feels close to you.
Take heart, and shoulder onward,
and your dreams may yet come true!

Written for my beloved sister's 19th birthday.

23 September 2016

Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2016

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Out of Sync

I missed the morning wake-up call
The clock alarm, I snoozed right through
I missed the bus rolling past the mall,
that was to take me to my job interview

Out of sync,
out of step with time
Not in rhythm,
stuttering on the rhyme

I missed the one working elevator
taking me up to the 44th floor
Then I missed the receptionist,
going out to lunch, headed out the door

Out of sync,
my plans are skipping a beat
Irregular movements,
my life is sailing on rough seas

I missed my meeting with the Creator,
this is one serious faux pau
I missed making the call to my Savior,
how far can one person fall

Out of sync,
feels like I'm walking in mismatch shoes
My sanity's on the brink ...
why is it, I never miss catching the blues

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017