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Details | Free verse |
There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their 
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he, 
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take 
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
 Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow



Copyright © misty hunter | Year Posted 2007




Details | Kyrielle |
Quiet me with Your love, Lord
The noise of the world is loud
I cannot hear
Your still small voice
Whispering in my ear…..
Quiet me…..

Hush this beating of my heart, Lord
This frenetic pace
Set by the world’s clock of madness
The strive to achieve and do
And forget all about You
Help me just to BE
Quiet me….

Rock me in Your arms, Abba
My heart is battered and bruised
Used and abused
Subjected to public disgrace
I can’t show my face
Dry my tears, Abba, Father
Dry my tears as You rock me in your arms….
To rhythm of Your grace
In the light of Your face
Quiet Me...

Sing over me, Father, sing over me
That eternal song that You know so well
The one that casts out every spell
Born in Your heart of love
That reminds me I’m a child of the King
Under the shadow of His mighty wing
Sing over me, Father, sing over me
Your melody soothes my soul
Your voice calms and makes me whole
Quiet me….

Let me fall asleep in Your arms, Abba
I need to rest
I’m tired of running around
I’m tired of trying my best
It’s never good enough for them
It’s never good enough for me
But…I never need to be good enough for you
I just need to be Me
Your child….Your Little One….The Apple of Your Eye
Let me sleep with the sound of Your heart
That beats in the Word
Lulling me to sleep…as I forget to weep
Oh Lord…Quiet me!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

The Lord your God is with you,
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
he will quiet you with his love
He will rejoice over you with singing.

(Zephaniah 3: 17) This is one of the innumerably beautiful verses underlined in my Bible…Yes….Oh, Yes! I need this assurance, don’t you? As a child seeks solace in the arms of a parent, we can seek comfort in the arms of God.

Abba….a Hebrew term of endearment (Daddy)

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I heard a meadowlark today,
The first one I have heard
Since I left Dakota prairies.
That cheery little bird
Brought back so many memories
Of childhood young and free.
Sing on Songster and take me back
To how it used to be,
To the time when Mom and Daddy
Held most of my young heart.
Brothers and little sister
Filled up the other part.
When I left home, I could not know
How much I left behind.
Childhood once abandoned
Can be hard again to find.

The march of time was stopped today,
When I heard your melody.
It's moving backwards and I've found
The carefree child in me.
I know it's but a sweet reprieve
From time and all its pain,
But sweet bird, while you sing your song.
I am a child again.





For "Sounds Familiar" Contest  Won first place

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010




Details | Lyric |
One Night in a deep sleep
I heard it singing to me 
I woke and stood in amazement
Rubbed my eyes in disbelief
It turned to face me 
my heart began to race
but I was not afraid
I could feel it
a magical breeze of gentle music
somehow, someway I knew it was part of me
the rhythm, A sweet melody
it freed the little boy inside

Six strings playing that perfect hymn
that magical melody
it can never die

that magical guitar
playing with the glow of harmony
playing love and laughter for ever girl and boy

that magical guitar
its a special medicine for the world 
that magical melody
just listen closely
you can hear the rhyming chimes

that magical guitar
hold it in your hands
that magical melody
close your eyes let it sing to you

that magical guitar
with every strum
another child smiles

that magical guitar
with every note another childs walks
that magical guitar
with every chord played 
another child sings, dances, laughs and loves eternally

That magical guitar
and that magical melody

Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2006

Details | Romanticism |
Oh how sweet and beautiful are the words
that you say to me, they stick to my soul
like honey to a bee.  They move me,
they soothe me, they let me live, for
it is you that I need and my heart
I will give.

You touched me like I never have
felt before, you start my heart breathing
so fast until I can hardly let go.
I feel your words like sand on a beach
they are still in my head and will never
decease.  Your words are so brand
new and alive, for they are the only
thing that is helping me to survive.

You touched my heart like no other I have
known, the way in which you love me
I wil never do you no harm.  Your words
is like an ocean running free, all I want
them to do is pour all over me.

You touched my heart like a child playing
with a toy, he love it so much because
it brings him so much joy. That is how 
you touch my heart, giving and bringing
me so much joy, it makes me feel like
a child with his new toy.

You touched my heart every day of my
life, that is why I do not care about all
the sacrifice. I wil do everything to make
you happy just as long as I know I am
the apple of your eye and that you will
do or say nothing to make me
cry.

You touched my heart from this day
forward, there can never be another
you because you are what I need and
it is me for you and you for me that
is the only way it is going to be.
you touched my heart.

Copyright © Shirley Long | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...
 So innocent and young
growing old and wise
telling true stories
to the children eyes
some young become old fools
just make sure its not you
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...

Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
He sat up late one night and wrote,
His heartfelt Christmas dream.
Dear Santa, I wont ask for much.
His eyes began to gleam.
I've got a baseball and a glove,
A rocket and launching pad.
I've got so many things to share,
But, I haven't got my dad.
He left us not to long ago.
He didn't even pack.
He went to heaven, Mommy said.
But, now I want him back.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss the way he holds my hand.
I miss my Daddy.
And I don't really understand.
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
If you can find him, Santa.
Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree.

He always hugs me when he leaves.
He always says goodbye.
I hope he wasn't mad at me.
It makes me want to cry.
It's not the same without him here.
Why did he go away?
My Mommy's eyes are always red.
She won't come out and play.
Dear Santa, I just want one thing.
The love that I once had.
I'll give you everything I own,
If you'll bring me my Dad.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss the way he holds my hand.
I miss my Daddy.
And I don't really understand.
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
If you can find him, Santa.
Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree.

I hope it's not to much to ask.
I hope I've made it clear.
My Mommy misses Daddy, too,
And wishes he were here.
If you can't bring him back to me,
I hope I'll understand.
You've always done your best, I know,
To make my Christmas grand.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss him every single day.
I miss my Daddy.
OH Santa. Why'd he go away?
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
Please! Find my Daddy, Santa.
And put him underneath the Christmas tree.

  



Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |
I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
The streets of the Irish north
Separated by faith
Different religions
In our human race

During the troubles
Through the bullets and bombs
Sectarian violence
Engulfed in their wrongs

Soldiers and factions
In wanton maim
Left this proud country
In blood red stain

Years have passed
As the peace accord lives
No more slaughter
Where life was once sieved

Tomorrow, there after
No more feuding campaigns
For the
Belfast Child, sings again

 

 

Inspired by the Simple Minds track " Belfast Child " by an excellent Scottish Rock Group

                              http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFIMJxV2tjI



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/ireland.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

Details | Verse |
One leaf falls
holographic illusion
across time the Terminator travels
to shape Sarah Connors' destiny.
Heart attack
a common enough destiny
as common as young men discussing girls' tits.
The Constitution
is the document we refer to, the lodestone
to correct course and not go crazily astray.
Lose all purpose beyond murder, child sex and food hording.
Illuminated manuscripts
in a dark age, tape decks remind us of our voice
our communal voice
Supremes and Fred Astaire
the silken wail.

I lie alone in the night
its sensuality makes the best sense
it does or does not clarify the day
of classes or clients or chain saws
whatever fever may have infected me at the moment
a fever to achieve access to foreign films while living in the mountain
      community of Schroon Lake
the fever to instruct the American people how to apply ideals and
      practicalities of Constitution to international relationships
the fever not to die today, to maintain consciousness just one more
      season (and one more after that).

Anyway, what is being discussed -
the finiteness of one life -
or perhaps existence continues in another dimension, on another
      frequency
no owl hoots
but other purpler and indigo occurrences
with other purposes
as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes
to choke on a cherry pit or nuclear bomb
to wail our wail together
each individual identifiable hoot and wail, loud laugh and suppressed
      scream
one orbicular chant, humanity, from India to Indiana
complete, one sing.

I feel this way
searching for my place among you
childless, but a child among children
obeying or not obeying the speed limit
as my hormones permit
everywhere among brothers, the sisters among sisters
the races together exterminating the last rhinoceros and preserving its
      genes at the zoological society
my species attacking entire rain forests, temperate forests and boreal
      forests
like the engraver beetle in the red pine's inner bark.
Thus, I occasionally cheer the Terminator
cheer the machine and neutron bomb
even in the face of individual heroics, the male and female face
their physical love, tender and violent
I don't know what I want.

It could be simple
as this headache.
Not to despair
just to care enough to think clearly and accept 10,000 years of history.
Not to hate those in authority
humor is the only remedy
yellow ape teeth chimping in the glass death face
and ritual is remedy
a death song
and one for planting
and one for the beginning of loving.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose |
One afternoon Martha the mother of Jack, who was in her early eighties, told an amazing story about her son while having coffee in the parlor with her neighbors; it was a weekly gathering to discuss about the Holidays, or just gossiping about people they met at the supermarket or at the Pet store. She gently sat in her Queen Anne chair and leg-crossed, she started to speak. Her gaze went back to Jack's adolescent days when her home echoed with his exciting screams when he played with Snoopy knocking down every toy in his way. She didn't mind, as long as Jack was having fun. She opened her diary and stared everyone in the eyes demanding attention, then her story began while outside the first snowflakes fell on the road rekindling the Christmas spirit.
Jack, was such a smart cookie, perhaps a-would-be-genius. He taught himself how to play the piano by watching his mom. He sat right next to her learning simple melodies. His favorite was, " Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star".
On Christmas Day while her mum was baking cookies for all the neighborhood kids who would stop by to play with Jack, something wonderful happened. She rushed into the living room and Jack was at the grand piano playing a beautiful melody, she recognized it and was behind herself. " How did you learn how to play? She asked him. " Easy, mom...I have been watching you for days and I have learned all the notes! " " But you are only eight! " She exclaimed by covering her mouth with her hands as Jack giggled, " Mom. aren't you going to give  me a hug?" " Of course, I am so proud of you, and I can't wait to tell your dad! " She picked him up and hugged him tenderly like the cutest puppy who needed a reward for his good behavior. " O little Mozart, play your music until I die! " Her joy was overwhelming as if he had fulfilled a prophecy of a prodigious child.
A week later another amazing event occurred. Jack wasn't in his room playing with his firefighter truck and police cars, but instead he was putting notes on the staff. with a black pencil, he filled out the music sheet completely. His song was entitled,  " Sweet Mom ". Being a novice, he chose the easiest key, which was C major. But the chords were missing and he hoped that his mom, who was a music teacher, would have put them above the staff to finish the song. He was certain it would be a hit song. Martha realized that her son did what Mozart did: when he wrote his first melody, perhaps out of whim, not knowing that he would become one of the most famous composers of his time.
Entering the room, she panicked not seeing Jack playing. " Jack, Jack, where are you? "
Her voice vibrated inside the quite bedroom. " I am here mom, I have a present for you!"  " Oh, dear son, you got me worried...I thought you had gone out to play in the backyard with Jim next door! " " No, mommy...I was writing a song for your birthday! "
" A song for me?" " Yes , mommy...a song for the sweetest mom in the entire world! "
She glanced at it, and burst into a joyful cry, " O my god, you are a composer...another little Mozart! " " Thank you, Mom...I wrote it because I heard that songs make lots of money today, not in Mozart's day! " He exclaimed with childish, unrestrained joy. "
Last evening I overheard you telling dad that you needed money to buy a new car, and this bright idea came to me." " Thank you Jack, I accept this wonderful present from your beautiful heart! " And saying so, she gave him the most tender hug ever,
filling up his frekled cheeks with her happy tears.


Written on 5/5/2016
Contest Judged on  5/7/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me

I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along

Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last

Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me

Copyright © gracel almada | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe a only child
As my days go by, as my hour’s blossom
At times in this open space I’d rather play possum
In your presence my glass is full
Half and hour later your past in nearly consumed
Like concrete my emotions extract and expand
And when I’ve become more that we could bear
My life lead contract is what you demand
Looks like a lonely child, and could be the only smile
Perhaps we could throw time into reverse 
Relax and undermine this unforgiving curse
If nothing at all seems any worse 
Then we shouldn’t be privileged to hurt 
Life, lice, more of timely disease 
A worrier finally at ease 
An escape requires the keys to theses haunted seas 
The only pleasure that taunted me 
Looks like a lonely smile, just maybe an only child 
Should this daylight torment or burn my eyes 
Would you pay to see my lessons learned through lies? 
Should this carpet decide not to warm my feet
Then I shall prepare to watch my health swarm in defeat 

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
Close your eyes and rest your little head,
Time has come for you to go to bed,
I will gently stroke your little cheek
Go to sleep; go to sleep.
Piglet and Pooh Bear under each arm,
For you know with them your safe from harm.
Restful sleep until the morning comes,
I will hum; I will hum.

Let’s ride your rocket over Saturn,
Come circle Jupiter and mars.
Venus; such a lovely planet,
See the Milky Way and all its stars.

See the lambs that you saw at the Zoo,
With your Piglet and your Pooh Bear too.
Ev’ry star you visit carve a notch,
I will watch; I will watch.
Time then for a quiet peaceful sleep,
Where the Angels your soul gently keeps,
Guarding there until the break of day.
I will pray; I will pray.

Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.01.2014
Contest: Poem not in PS congest #14
PD

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |
(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
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Copyright © Paul Williams | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
You belong to me mate 	 ( Intro )
And that be that!
Get on board
And grab your hat!

The ship was aghast at its new passenger	( Verse )
Like disdain for the lives that they now left behind,
Newcomers were scarce 
And they never would last
But I held up my chin nice and high.


The bloke who took me screamed	( Pre-chorus )
“Mop up the deck we’ve got things to do!” 
But I said sir, 
I’m just a boy and don’t know what’s to do.

And he said		( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Taking the seas for more than eight moons
We found islands and loot
That was bigger than most.
The taste of sea air 
With its wind in my hair
Took me away to this new life I lead.

After mopping the deck 
He grabbed my hand and screamed
 “Steer this ship boy!”
But I said sir,
I’m just a lad and don’t know where to go.

So the crew yelled	( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shore
Taking what’s mine 
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Surprising to me 
Was my unshaven face
The captain looked on 
And smiled with grace,
We stopped at a place 
Where the women were loose and didn’t mind
If we took a peak.

He said “Now you’re a man so let’s get on that boat,
We got places to be and some people to rope,
So grab that sword and drop that mop
Cause you’re no longer a boy in my eyes.”

I practiced the duel with the men in the crew
The captain took eye to my devilish pride,
And he took me aside and said 
 “Even in death I’m gonna miss you boy 
But don’t let it strike you 
Or kill your spirits
Cause even time can beat out the Grim.”

Then in the darkness came fire and screams,
Our vessel had stopped after fourteen years,
The crew fought hard and beat most of the men
But now, my Captain was dead.

We took the new ship watching ours sink deep
Saying goodbye to our drowning escape,
The crew turned towards me and asked
“What do we do?” and I smiled,
And they did to.

And we yelled    ( Chorus )
“Drifting mainly
Sailin the shores
Takin what’s mine
And leaving what’s yours
Cause you know, we ain’t dead yet.”

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Hey Yo plaq is whack
Tell it to get back fast
Infact kick it out
With the arm and hammer
Then finish with floss
For the glits and glamour
Now you are the boss
Of your own teeth and gums
But Ill share my loss
So you'll never lose one


One day my tooth ached so bad I could weep
I recieved my first and last cavity
Oh how my mom and dad were mad at me
Because I didn't do what they asked of me
Now my sis and the whole class laughs at me
Cause all can I eat is easy mac n cheese
and no more sweets like sour patch kids for me
So Listen to your parents, jack and steve
Because you do not want to act like me
And end up with a toothless tragedy

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
The little boy sits by the christmas tree 
Full of light and color
Trying to figure out what all the colors are
He puts his little hands on the ornaments
Trying to see what they are
Feeling them
He steps back and falls over a present
He feels around the box trying to open it
Only seeing alittle 

Mean while on the phone..

his mom is talking to the doctor

"do you think he will be able to see by christmas?" she says
The doctor replies "theres no guarentees, he is 67 % blind, when we did the test with him, he described the color blue as a dark black, and a yellow as a light gray, your son only sees in black and white and im not sure if we can fix that. but we will do our best"

A breathe escapes from her lips as she turns and looks at her son
The doctor explains "his surgery is set for Dec. 7th. be here around 8 am and we will see what we can do, im trully sorry"
He hangs up.

Back in the living room

The boy stands up and walks over to his mom
"mom, have you seen the christmas lights?" he says

She replies "yes sweety i have."

He hugs her leg and says "are they black and white?"

She answers "no sweety" she points to a light bulb on the tree

"this one is blue" she smiles

He grabs the light bulb and repeats "this one is blue" and giggles

She lays him down in his bed as he quickly falls asleep

She sits down on the chair and thinks
"to me. because my son cannot see the beautiful lights and feel the joys of christmas, everything is gray for me. nothing will fill my empty heart"


There are no smiles, when everything is gray, when you cant see the colors of a bright day



Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Will I have been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone go after their goals. I been missing out on the finer things that life has to offer. Seeing you  there reminds me of brighter days. Hearing your laughter, reminds me of the day my dreams all changed.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, wouldn’t change it for the world. Nothing sweeter than you. You’re that shining star, the beacon at sea. I thank the good lord for giving me you, nothing can change the love I have for you.

Will I have been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone have their fun. Now its later, you can see them down an out.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with having you as a daughter. You lifted my heart higher, each day I see you. You’re that shining star, the beacon at sea.

If I was a sailor, I would hurry home to you. Can’t get enough of that laughter, don’t like seeing a frown on your face.

Will I been standing on the sidelines, watching everyone reach to the stars. When I have one right here. Yes, I been standing on the sidelines.

I look at this world, and nothing can change my mind. There be trouble on the horizon, terrible times ahead. People getting hurt, always sad an blue. I put them in prayer as with everyone.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with writing these words. A pure melody, straight an narrow, they are flowing like a stream. Nine in the morning, an everything is going to be alright.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with this life. Wouldn’t to change it, wouldn’t to lose it. I would love to share, so here I sit writing these words.

	Oh, I got a melody running through my head, as I write these words. Sounding like country, maybe its an oldie. But none the less, its pure straight from the heart.

	Flowing like a river, steady as a stream. Let it span out there, like the clouds in the sky. Showing everyone in the world, that I got this love for them. My heart is being true, it is solid. This thing is flowing like a river, steady as a stream. Nothing rocky bout this love of mine.

	‘Cause, I been blessed, with having a daughter - who is just like you…

‘Cause, I been blessed.
‘Cause, I been blessed..
‘Cause, I been blessed…

Copyright © Kenneth Fielder | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
I once joined the procession of colors and lost my heart
Till a wave colors distilled through night knocked me down dead.
Besides the mountain,  the midnight festival of colors is on.
Lying in my arms you imagine your blood is burning in my veins
 I am only listening to the chariot of the queen joining the revelry.

I knew you were being vain when you came to see me
I did know when your heart missed a beat. For the air was my friend.
And the tiny bird building its nest in the rafters of my roof
Did  not bring a straw as long as you talked. 

You never said bye.  For you wanted me to do that. But I had no time 
And kept riding on the wave. The storm is not away. What if I fall.
 Tomorrow I will be lying in these shores caressed to sleep by a smiling sun.

 I don’t have the time to forget you in the endless expanse of this blank night. 
Last night’s sun was but a spot hewn out of the tragedy of the heavens.
A tragedy that  survived the ages to live in my heart in fire and smoke.

You keep away while I create my pieces in these desert sands. When I proceed
 To give them the finishing touches, you shriek in despair. For you think
 I am going to spoil the lovely piece of some great master with my clumsy hands.
                                           -2-
Tomorrow is the illegal child of today abandoned in the dark.
I end up at night  and my child is born at night, having passed 
Through  the summer that seared my skin and heart.
The cup of sorrow is never full, so there is no overflowing.
Yesterday we witnessed the winter night breathing its last.
Winter was in lament for the little bird that went up but never returned.

I bear no gifts for you. I know not your names. I know not who you are
But I recognize you without mistake against this backdrop of misery.
I come here with my empty bag to gather the drops of your sobs
And consign them to the flame in my mind leaving your smiles behind.





For: Catie Lindsey's Free Verse contest


Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |


                                                                I had a dolly
                                                         His name was Bearry
                                                              He was so lazy 
                                                             He ate so many
                                                        His cheek was chubby
                                                             I called him fatty
                                                        I loved my cute Bearry

                                                           Still with the Bearry
                                                              He cool already
                                                           In blue he's steady
                                                             He was so fancy
                                                            He wore on classy
                                                            He likes to boogie
                                                           He is my cool Bearry

Author's Note:
This is a song of "There Was a Pig"
Inspired by my student who always brings her blue teddy bear wherever she goes, and always tells stories as if it was alive. At that time she hummed the piggy song and I've got inspired to change the lyric become "My Blue Bearry Song" it's because the teddy bear named Bearry and its blue in colour.

Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Christmas Day Pa threw all my new toys away Now my friends won’t want to come and play Cos I was naughty yesterday Suddenly All the gifts disappeared from ‘neath the tree Now the carpet’s bare for all to see Pa snapped at me so suddenly Why I had to drown our old cat I cannot say She fell in the loo so I flushed the cat awayyyyyyyyyyy Christmas Day Pa threw all my new toys away Santa delivered them on his red sleigh But when Pa is mad, there’s no leeway Purely Fictional write inspired by hearing Yesterday on the radio 09-11-17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
She hugs Him tight on this frigid night,
 Vedi Dolorosa Mater.( Latin meaning: I saw the most sorrowful mother.)
Some shepherds shout as the sky about
becomes angels to honor His Father.
  CHORUS:
Sweet,sweet are his cheeks so meek
in whom rags enfold
and soon kings bring gold.
Sweet bliss reigns
as His Father deigns
for the One we proclaim through the ages.

The oxen snort as the world cavorts
they ignore all the hope He is bringing.
Yet even now, as the mule and cow
raise their eyes to the angels still singing.
CHORUS:
Kneel, kneel to this King and sing
of His precious love
sent from God above.
The world will know
in the swirling snow
of the One we proclaim through the ages.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2009

Details | Verse |
I am a child of this broken generation. 
An era where the leaders are the main concentration focused upon all of these 
negative allegations. 
I speak on behalf of the youth of our nation when I say that we the people, are the 
on creation. 
The one race that's the continuous face of the repetitive disgrace the keeps building 
on the path of destruction. 
The path of corruption fueled by child abduction, negative seduction, poverty, greed, 
complete chaos. 
A world where the desperate bleed. 
A famous man said he had a dream. 
Made the biggest change the world has ever seen. 
And how do we repay? 
We were supposed to be heading a good way. 
Why has the world become so dark? 
Why have we as the people become the dot under a question mark. 
I just want to know, why? 
Everywhere, everyday, every other hour, 
we question such things as the beauty of a flower. 
Why do issues in life try to keep us in the dark? 
I ask, can we have a new start? 
Or do we continue living in this world full of terror, hatred, preparing for a cataclysm 
that we created. 
Where is the love? Why is there hate? 
Going at this rate, do you think its too late? 
Can we make a change that will range from one age to the next? 
A change that will correct hundreds of years of disrespect? 
Look at life from a different aspect. 
But I just want to know, how? 
How were kept in the dark. 
Stuck inside our mind is the power of a question mark. 
Listen: I rate this "R" for Real. 
Real for people who have no meals. 
Real for people who can't see clear. 
Real for those who are no longer here. 
Listen to the real that's in this art. 
Give this praise, hope for those in the dark. 
May this become the spark that saves us from this world ran by question marks.

Copyright © Francisco Martinez | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Oh come ye child
To the land of the fey
Where dragons roam
And fairies play
Where the music is 
Both soft and wild
Oh come, oh come
Oh come ye child!

Copyright © Diana Leger | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |
It was bucking bulls and cowboy busting broncos
And the challenge that accompanied each ride
That consumed the heart and mind of my young cowboy
And this fact my Buddy never tried to hide. 
I recall the time we met in Kelly’s diner
He was busted up and feeling rather sore
But the cheque that paid the tab that I presented
Seemed to him to somehow even up the score.

He had eaten there that week and got acquainted,
And I somehow got to know this cowboy’s mind
while the flowers that he gave me on that Friday
Surely showed beside his toughness, he was kind.
We were married in the summer six months later,
On a Friday I recall so very well,
Because Fridays he would always buy me flowers
And then go and ride those bulls and broncs from hell.

Buddy always bought me flowers on a Friday
As he knew I feared the rides that lay ahead
But my man his heart and soul was in his riding 
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed. 
Yes he always bought me flowers on a Friday
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed.

All our friends had shared that special evening with us
And we raged and partied well into the night,
Then we slipped away to share the morning hours, 
Til the dawn rose and revealed its splendid light.
We both showered and had breakfast at the roadhouse
Laughed and shared the joy that comes with wedded bliss, 
But I sensed a certain tiredness in my Buddy
And I prayed he’d give the ride that day a miss.

Buddy drew the brindle bombshell riders hated
And that beast exploded when it left the chute,
Twisting left then right and suddenly it stumbled
And my Buddy he was crushed by that great brute.
When it came to say goodbye to my sweet lover
There was one thing that I vowed I’d always do 
I would always bring him flowers on a Friday
And I’d tell his child about his father too.
.
“Bud I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday”
That’s the one thing that I vow I’ll always do.
Cause you always brought me flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too. 
Yes I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too.

Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |
She is a young terrified girl.
A waning light in the dark
A true citizen of a wrong place;
A real burden to self
An epitome of depression
The embodiment of resentment.

Eyelids glued by the pus
That oozed, then clogged her vision;
The flies that feast on her sore body
Buzzing their ceaseless gratitude
Her breath comes…tarries…returns
 Hope in both future and present,
Squashed and vanishing
She is deserted and quaking
She stares into the future
Laden with nothing
But impossible possibilities.

Amidst shame and morose
She remembers a song.
Not a song sung on a merry-go-round
But a song her mama sang for her
On days like this one.
A song meant to rekindle hope
When none’s left.

With the last energy
Still left in her frail spirit
She sings the song
Her mama sang for her.
With the scrawny legs
Dotted with scaly scars,
She gets up to limp on ahead
Like a blind man groping
Into a world of nothingness.

At first she sings with shyness.
The song her mama sang for her
Wakes up the courage in her chest.
She hums the song with passion.
Every note and every pitch and every rhythm
Blowing new breath into her dying lungs
Creating a new African girl.

A new life is born by a song
Sung by a mother
To her woe-stricken child.
She opens her eyes
To see new horizons.

She now sings for the tuxedoed
In big theatres and operas.
The world is too small for her name.
The new girl is a fat shadow of her former self.
When she sings, 
The world sings along.
The future for her
Is now laden with gifts
As promised in the song
Her mama sang for her.

Copyright © Joseph Kimbugwe | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one 
Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done 
Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run 
One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun 

Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray 
Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way 
And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue 
It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you 

So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair 
Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere 
And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above 
Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love 

One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son 
One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun

Copyright © ron ryan | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Here I am
    Stranded between this and your goodbye.

    You,
Whose thatch is a-glow with fires of Beauty
  That burns my heart,
    unkempt and wild,
Sits atop a countenance borne of a thousand fantasies
  Of angels and fairies and their adorable air,
    That underneath the obvious purity
Lies some hidden childish naughtiness there.
  And though there have been wonder
    Like those seven shades that wipes the sky of its tears,
Or the earth blushing by the sun's appearance
  At dusk or dawn, as a lady does when meeting her lover,
    Or the sight of evening stars on a cloudless sky
Like jewels sparkling spread on velvet,
  None has stalled a heart 
    As your entrance to a scene;
As if pulchritude was conjured from adjectives
  To a breathing thing
    To which nothing has been of equal since.

Yet here I am
    Stranded between this and your goodbye.

Perhaps it has gone unnoticed
      At every opportune time,
   Irises have prayed to be blessed
To be reciprocated.
      And Heavens be thanked! Heavens be thanked
   When favor is given, that completes a day.
What more if engaged in a conversation
      Nay, more, fortunate enough to be bestowed
   With a couple of words
Such as a greeting, or a calling by name;
      Then I would be lost as a child would be in a jungle.
   Unnerved, devoid of the facility of expression,
Frozen as would be a dead tree in winter.

Yet here I am
    Stranded between this and your goodbye.

For every moment that we stood before each other
  Face to face, there dawns a discernment
    By this day and age
A dozen or so faces have come and gone;
  Faces that have caused the heart to prance wildly 
    To a rhythm unintentionally syncopated.
Faces that have shaped the perspective
  Of the panorama of future days.
    Faces that if they were modelling clay
And by some miracle were shaped to a single mold
  The outcome stood before me, face to face;
    Something I have never thought 
Even in the wildest imagination possible.
  Wild-eyed with wonder, a child witnessing the delicate
    Subtlety of a magician's handicraft.

I only wish I could have told you of these.

(continued)

Copyright © Robert Uy | Year Posted 2012

Details | Terza Rima |
Isn't love a warm glow that puts smiles on sadness-ridden faces?
It's that delightful feeling exploding inside and brightening up 
the day of the hungry, the sick, the abused and the forsaken ones!

Isn't love giving of oneself without expecting reciprocation?
It's selflessness giving hope to heavy hearts when despair
is read across their distraught faces longing for consolation!

Isn't love an act of compassion towards those who have little or nothing?
It's clothing them and feeding them until they regain lost strength;
it's rebuilding what was destroyed by Nature or Man so ravaging!

Isn't love hugging that child who has no one to hush his cry?
It's the kindness of someone's heart that stops his tears;
it's the tenderness of words he hears in a sweet lullaby!      

Isn't love reaching out to others and make a difference?
it's offering everything to wipe out disease and poverty;
it's this poet's small and humble gift exulting love in verse!


Written on 11/17/2013





Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013