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Details | Haiku |
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....

Copyright © EMMANUEL SAMSON | Year Posted 2007




Details | Lyric |
Men say there are no absolute truths...

The Truth
Man can govern himself. He just doesn’t have the ability to do this successfully.

The Truth
There is one God. He has a name. He has a son. Their names are different.

The Truth
When you die, you are dead - not ghosts. It is that simple. That’s it, for now…

The Truth
Even though humans die, we were never meant to. We were designed for a time 
without end.

The Truth
The most circulated book in the history of Man must be more than a “book.”

The Truth
Happiness can be attained, even in a completely miserable place.

The Truth
There is no such place as a fiery Hell of torment, except in pagan mythology.

The Truth
There is a Heaven. However, its purpose is not what you think.

The Truth
The meek shall inherit the Earth.

The Truth...
...is not that far from you.

Copyright © Mark Pringle | Year Posted 2005

Details | Lyric |
I'm aware that
They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled
And the barrel is empty
Since their whiskey is missing
 
But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and
We're on a roll
 
I heard from her and her merciless curves
That the curse'll come first
Just 'fore the rebirth
It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross
O'er a plate made of moss so
 
I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off
As I paint Hell from Far-Off
 
Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart
Who can't turn from the art
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
 
When told to listen as though it'd fix it
Something went missing
Although I didn't miss it
A relation on a ship quite distant and
Slightly free
Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly
 
Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now
Out that ship has sailed
 
Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark
Who can flip 'round the ark
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
 
And our sweat is slightly trickling
A whiskey business, the highest feeling
And the pressure is highly tricky
A risky business, a godly healing

Copyright © Criss Jami | Year Posted 2012




Details | Didactic |
 An inquiry into form






There-                            Not here?


Start over-                     A planet and good for YOU!   maybe-


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with a shape!          Like mathematicians?
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Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016

Details | Iambic Pentameter |
Why when we sleep do we close out the darkness,
Which comes creeping and crawling within?
Still it finds it's way into our conscious,
Which fades as the daylight grows dim.

We close ourselves off from the nighttime,
Behind curtains, blinds, shutters and screens,
As we try to forget the day's time-line,
And surrender ourselves to our dreams.

Surely nighttime is perfect for sleeping,
When it's dark outside and in our heads,
As slowly that dream-state comes creeping,
While we're tucked up at home in our beds.

It should be the daytime we close out,
We can't sleep while we're facing the light,
Since surely the sun leaves a dream-drought,
So the best time to sleep is at night.

So for all who rise late in the daytime,
And for those who will rise with the lark,
The question I leave you in this rhyme;
Why when we sleep do we close out the dark?

Copyright © Simon Cartlidge | Year Posted 2006

Details | Blank verse |
Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power, 
and power corrupts, 
then why did I bother reading you, Cicero? 

Does it matter that I didn't’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

There’s a poetry reading tonight 
whence I’I'll chide other poets 
who don’t sit alone. 
I won’t bring up death 
but I might have to breathe, 
even into a mike 
and mouth lines to get a snap or a boo 
maybe even a wince or two. 

Just maybe I’I'll talk about love 
and how following your heart is like following a dog— 
it only leads to vittles and (female dogs). 
But how many times have I used that line 
since the story I wrote about you, 
a witty and sexy and fictional you? 
Most likely I’I'll read something tonight about you. 

I won’t recite it from memory 
because I don’t think about you that much anymore, 
not even when I search for my socks in your drawer 
or when I put on the scratchy sweaters you give me, 
horizontally striped to bring out my eyes? 

I don’t remember your eyes 
except they are blue. 
And I don’t remember you, 
not even when I smell cucumber and apple, 
not even when I sleep on my side of the bed 
or when you walk through the door 
happy to see me; 
even then I don’t remember you. 
Does it matter that I don’t love you? 
Would it have mattered if I did? 

How about a few one-liners 
for the end of days?— 

Depression is self-awareness, 
which you’d know if you were; 
I need Ritalin to listen to you, 
Lithium to hug you, 
Viagra to feel you, 
and Valium to sleep. 

All you need 
is me standing there, waiting at home 
with turns of phrase and word plays 
telling you about why I hate Ayn Rand 
but want to buy as much as I can 
and how I love celebrity gossip 
and detest poetry slams 
and find rhyming trite 
except when I am. 

Hypocrites can still be right, 
which you do understand 
because you nod at my nonsense 
about fighting the man. 

But now, at the end of all things— 
I’m speechless and witless and pointlessly well-read, 
and you’re just sitting there, smiling 
asking me to pass the bread.

Copyright © Nick Hertzog | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ballad |
If I had over 10,000 dreams You'd be the only thing my mind could see Judgment couldn't be real Succumbing to the fear of this cold life Find a way to break through The self-destruction of wordly delusions Don't tell me I've lived so long in a lovely illusion Break me down until we find a Nirvanic state Then bring me a savior from transgressions An atoning sacrifice Send down to me a messenger for me to submit to Bring me the truth to break through The delusion Bring me the messenger to explain it all And let me leave behind Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Without a will to fight But I have the Means to be free I'll try to go with the word I believe But so many stones to be thrown Stakes to burn, limbs to break Faces to hate, scorns to taste Will I have the will to die Despite all of the tears no one will cry Sorrow's caressing the earth The caliphate stole my heart Broke my will Safetefied my soul Martyr for the Unorthodox word

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
we stimulate our minds for our intellect to grow
becoming more technical
remaining spiritually slow

so we face trials and tribulation
crisis and complications
praising God, while serving Satan
expecting love when spewing hatred

our faith is dissipating 
until its totally forsaken
for miracles we pray
yet and still we disobey

missed lessons
means blocked blessings

wrong paths are chosen 
cursed to glimpse the promised land but never enter like Moses

it's hard to humble ourselves cause we've got pride
so we find a hard head leaves a soft backside

when stressed i ride 
reclined, inside

sounds booming
trying hard to decipher the message in our music

Pac said keep your head up
Treach said guard your grill
Wu sang protect your neck
Cube said to kill at will

Eazy said easy does it
Run said hard times
Jigga ask can I live
but Big ready to die

50 cent said get rich ore die trying
K.R.S made stop the violence, and listen to my nine

these are questionable times
that leave young impressionable minds
hoping to find success pushing   dope on the grind

thinking all the pain would end if they became rich
but the harder they hustle the more pain and anguish
 
if we could understand the hustle
we would over stand the struggle
instead we constantly land back in trouble

on frivolous pursuits
searching for forbidden fruits
living lies until they collide with the moment of  truth

I been there and done that
played with fire and got burned as soon as my hand healed I'd run back

so young and misguided
mama said don’t do it I tried it
it's by God's grace I survived it

flash back to my youth I was so naive and timid
wondering  if that  path I walked on is the one the Lord intended
tired of getting beat by bullies so I learned to prevent it
but I found my self in front of the judge as a defendant

five times aquited of crimes that I committed
but the one time I was innocent is when I got convicted
justice may be blind, but she so vindictive
so I struggle with it
trying to make since out of the senseless

Copyright © michael white | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ballad |
In the green fields of Summer
I opened my eyes,
And dreamed of a time
Where I’d climb to the skies,
And as I grew up
With a song in my heart,
I knew it was time
For my dream to depart.


So I opened my wings
And I started on up,
For my song was my wine
While the air was my cup,
And as I looked down
To the place I was born,
The green fields were bathed
In the light of the dawn.


Then I sang such a song
In the vale of the day,
While my spirit kept faith
In a strange sort of way,
As I kept rising up
In my Abbey of blue,
I knew it was right
And I knew it was true.


The world that had borne me
Was far, far below,
At the birth of my dream
In the morning’s soft glow,
 And my song was aflame
With the fire of the sun,
As I started back down
To where I had begun.


I passed through the clouds
And my feathers were kissed,
With the light Summer rain
And the softness of mist,
I remembered my birth
As I fell through the haze,
In those green glowing fields
And those soft Summer days.


Then all of a sudden
I reached earth again,
And I looked to the sky
As I sought to explain,
How the ups and the downs
Of a life in the air,
Help my heart understand
How my life is a prayer…













Copyright © Keith Robson | Year Posted 2008

Details | Epic |

Amadioha the great god of Thunder and Justice
We have gathered at the shrine of Alusi’gwe 
To pour libations to you
Even as I do my folk song
Bring me the ogene, to awaken the spirit of my 
Forbearers to witness the doomsday they foretold
Give me the udu, to sound out a warning to the futureman
Give me the oja, the special voice of oganigwe the dreaded masquerade
Give the shekere, so that the women of owu can shake their enchanted waist
In love and tranquillity we lived with our neighbours, doing our folk song 

Buddha called out to Lord Brahman
Set aside a room for me in the inner chamber
Decorated with beautiful ornaments, to depict love and care
Flanked with candles and incense burner and the beautiful statue of the wise man
To help me escape from the corruption of this world
As I attempt to wake from hatred of neighbours
Focusing on love and purity of heart
Allow me do my folk song living in tranquillity with nature and neighbours

Christed you said you are, servant of the son of God sent from above
Your brother claimed that you are a messenger from Allah
What is this confusion I see, contradicting even your folk song 
You came with a sweet tongue of love, yet all I see is terrorism and 
A holy war fought by crusaders crushing the bones of the unbelievers 
Those who worship idols yet lived a life akin to nature – a life of love
You have created a polarised world of Christed men with less shame for evil
Of religious women without morals
Of Ulamas who feed on the sweat of Almagiris
Oh Christ! is this the gospel you preached on the street of Nazareth?
O! Mohamed is this the Rasuul you preached in Mecca
O! God what we do in your Name, we should be afraid of doing even in the dark

Allow me to return home 
To my folk song 
In African theism, to the shrines of Alusi’gwe, 
To do my folk song with Oganigwe the beautiful masquerade
To solicit corn and groundnuts from old women with sagging breasts 
Chasing the kids with a whip in my hand as I wear the mask of the spirit
A spirit of sportsmanship, of equity and love, of fair play and brotherhood.
Allow me do my folk song

Copyright © Chigbo Solomon Peter | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
(4 before start)
The sun descends as the
SWELLS RISE
Counting every coward as he passes by

You could take the place
Of the emerald lights
In the southern cities
Where the castles bloom
After a weathered trace
Of gold and two's

June bugs and fireflies
Are tearing up the autumn skies
"goodbye...GOODBYE!"

Kingdoms,
They all fall down
Where you're standing makes all the difference
(ALL THE DIFFERENCE NOW!)

Take my tongue and take my scarf
The STORM IS COMING IN!
Take my aim and take cover
This tempo is set for
SELF-DESTRUCTION

Copyright © Myke Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |
If you’d like to know a psycho 
Then come along with me
And I will paint you a picture
Of the psycho of the east;
Not your ordinary psycho
She’s a new breed;
On your emotions,
She loves to feed
A life led by drama
Driven by any cost
Never any remorse
For the lives that she lost;
A new person each day
Her characters she plays
Are really very bright
She has the brains, 
But absolutely no insight
Not a clue to life
She will always walk blind
Drugs, sex, money, hate
Mess with her and get a court date
If her games you want to play
Then a hefty price you will have to pay
But I did not back down from thee
The cost for court is just a fee
But in order for me to defend my rights
Then in this court we will fight
In front of the bench
She against me
Who will be found innocent?
And who will be guilty
But oh to her surprise
And time after time
Cases are dismissed
And we’re wasting too much time
The fight gets ever brutal
As children are involved
Anything to hurt us
Driven at any cost
The emotional abuse
And brainwashing galore
Left me with wanting to stop her
But then I wanted more;
Not a mother on earth
Or none that deserve to be
Would ever treat their children
As evil as she
Other people maybe
Ex’s without a doubt
But the way she scared them kids
Made me want to put her down
She tortured them with mind games
In court she likes to play
But when she challenged me
She surely woes the day!
The psychos challenge was accepted
And I gladly played with glee
For every claim she made
My defenses came in three
And when she’d exhausted all lies
And stories had all been told
Out of the defense corner
I came standing bold
My evidence against her
Could make the whole city see
That this woman is psycho
And from her all should flee
Dangerous and venomous 
A hazard to your health
If she can’t beat you in court
She’ll threaten you with death
I don’t take the psycho lightly
I know she is serious as can be
But as long as I’m around
She’ll have to get passed me!

Copyright © Christina Fell | Year Posted 2005

Details | Verse |
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
“One love…one heart, let’s get together and feel alright…
As it was in the beginning (one love), so shall it be in the end (one heart); give thanks and 
praise to the Lord, and I will feel alright…” Bob Marley, Prophet.


I and I, 
and together, we,
are one.

We are, but before we can be, we must realize,
that the only way TO be, is I and I – the trinity;
the I and I makes the one that was, is, and ever
shall be – 
the one yearning to be set free 
unto its brothers and sisters to its beginnings 
and endings, 
and on and on and on, and led into infinity
by its singers.

It is the one that does not seek, 
and can only be found; rediscovered 
like the greatest treasure the earth ever buried, 
and the heavens ever knew –
                                the reason for all things…

So dance as one voice; sing as two feet 
pounding
the earth with your glory; 
free the one rhythm that has been vibrating between toes 
for all of time –
dance beneath and above all things,
and sing the songs of freedom!

Rise up, rise up, rise up and dance!
Free the chains from your bound feet,
And feel the weight released –
A trinity of I and I;
One love, one heart, let’s get together
And feel alright…

I and I, 
and together, we,
are one.




*Inspired by Michele's Music to your Pen, contest and my brother in vision, the man himself, 
Mr. Bob Marley who as soon as I put him on, I'm smiling and filled with great light. :)

From ONE LOVE, by: Bob Marley

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

Details | Heroic Couplets |
Fathers for Justice you are not alone
I feel your pain alone
With many others
Any of us can fold
If there be trouble let it be in my day
That my child may live in peace
They ant in heaven hallo be thy name
For thy kingdom done
thy will be done
Go to the end the very end
Stay strong to yourself
Go solo for what you believe
Believing is living
Living is forgiving
weaponizing is destruction
She is not a weapon
But a living human being
A young and beautiful floating image of your self
Harmless in her way to this world
So why not compromise
These are not my rights but nether yours
These are her rights
And will fight for her rights
No more secrets
A anthem of justice
Sending a message together for justice
A picture is not contact 
Fathers need their justice so fight for hear fights
Time pays
So be that super hero
For her dreams no matter what don't lark in the dark or be forever more 
Shine and your message
Will be heard for ever more
This is for every father just like you
Be a wolf not a sheep
Leap in glory and for evermore
All I can say is that
I saw my daughter
It was the best six hours I spent all this week
Just like rain drops in a desert in them lonely days in June

Copyright © jason lewis | Year Posted 2010

Details | Senryu |
patriotic bliss--
when all Americans know 
national anthem

Copyright © Cathy Ncube | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |
The long, long night
Is winding down
From distant rooms
I hear the sound
Of fine old friends
Taking leave
The evening ends
And I believe
The time to follow suit draws near
My heart is tired, but my mind is clear.

The shining lights
Are fading out,
The dawn lies weak
On the walls without
The voices drift
And steal away
As we search for deeper
Things to say
The sands keep flowing through the glass
As present lives become the past.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - By which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party
          It's always been such fun
          Through all the years and tears and fears
          Feels like it's only just begun.
          I don't want to leave the party
          But I'll follow all my friends.
          Who knows what waits outside the door
          When the magic of our living ends?

The hand that holds
Your glass of wine
Is cracked and aged
As much as mine
The shadows of
Our memories
Are lengthening
Into the seas
Of onward flowing history,
The days once shared by you and me.

The love that lit
Ten thousand nights
Is still alive
And burning bright.
The time we spent
On sharing dreams
Is further now,
Or so it seems.
The lives we built we can't forget,
And no one wants to leave just yet.

     - And we all grow old
     - As the Earth spins around
     - As we hold to the love
     - To which we all are bound.

          I don't want to leave the party,
          We're all having too much fun.
          Yet while smiling we'll still disappear
          Now that the play is closed and done.
          I don't want to leave the party,
          But I'll go, with all my friends
          Who knows what's waiting just outside
          When the spell of living softly ends?

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 



Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
Inspired by and based on L’Étranger by Albert Camus


I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
I'll pass you by like a memory
Of innocence and ignorant bliss.
I feel nothing every time we kiss

I feel nothing each day I'm alive
Nothing matters, we're all gonna die
When and how, I could not care less
I don't care for the life over which you obsess

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

Reflecting the sunshine on the blade of a knife 
To turn away or to take his life?
I stopped to think as he hit the floor
His breathless body took four more

Now I'm being punished for refusing to lie
If my life is the price then I'll sacrifice
I am not like you, I refuse to pretend
And if truth equals crime then I will not amend

It can be changed but should I bother?
This life is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, didn't Mother die today?

But I found myself in this nothingess 
And learnt to embrace the indifference
The end is nearing but there is no pain
For some strange reason, I feel happy again

I'm a stranger to you, even stranger to me
My blind rage has washed me clean
Proud to say that in this life so absurd
I never belonged to your condemned herd

I could have changed it but I didn't bother
This death is just like any other
So taciturn and disarrayed
Oh, dear Mother, I'm alive again

Copyright © Stuck In Sepia | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |
Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |
SONG  ABOUT  THE  EARTH

Vladimir Vysotsky

Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried?
Will a seed, as they say, never sprout?
Has the earth, as they say, really died?
No!  It’s taken a lengthy time-out!

Mother Earth will forever give birth,
Its maternity isn’t  a fiction!
Don’t believe that they burnt down the earth,
No! It’s blackened from grief and affliction.

Trenches, running like scars back and forth …
Bleeding guts black shell-craters expose …
They are open nerves of the earth,
Which unearthly unhappiness knows.

It will stand wars and grief — any thing!
It’s not crippled, though booted  and looted …
Don’t believe that the earth doesn’t sing,
That it’s quieted down, diluted!

No, it’s singing as loud as it can
From a trench, from a wound, from a hole!
Since the earth is the soul of Man,
Boots cannot trample down the soul!

Translated by George Tokarev

©  GEORGE  TOKAREV  2001

Copyright © George Tokarev | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme |
hip hip hurrah, herc shot hera
sick sad era, tri city terror
dirty land lover, lips hit terra
karma bent over,  messenger error
never say neva, davin say better
no pain no gain, accept the rainy weather
paint a pic pretty , slip on slick cities
have a lot of lovers, none top sarah
no what im knowing, dont want a slow down
respect is expected, never threw a hoe down
zeus with an entourage, party never undersized
tities no mardi gras, let loose like karamazovs
other moment ostracized, flow never oxidize
freaky with an extra eye, good times multiply
mr go getter, killed the baby sitter
no one does it sicker, crazy cause I know I die

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash

one trick pony, faulty cause its special
colts get bolted, stuck in their mental
yellin out mommy, darwin wasnt gentle
change for survival or b**** shut your dental
d*** headed central, quick wit essential
lifes experimental, body a holy temple
soul instrumental for flying to light levels
trying a tight bevel tieing a rhyme pretzel
spy verse spy verbal, try to size circles
circumsize virgos, turpentine turbo
egos in slow mo, vertigo a go go
ho ho flow curdled, tossed into inferno
my syllable allegro caused a bloody gurgle
my soliquoy symbols,  got my butt buddies hurtful
enemies closer choked till their purple
envy nocturnal to my bright concerto

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash

four arm charmer, mystic in the making
awake no alarmer, physically shaking
visibly debating, if misery is waiting
shake till its fading, without hesitating
didi waits for no one, i happen to grow some
dropped as a we lad, learned by my lonesome
others had a helping, served me a surprise
no need to refy, interest past the demise
loan me a pice of mind, no need for a slice a pie
history wasn't lies, just under another guise
repition important, reputation not fortune
though I was fortunate, it was hard to notice horton
praise to the doctor, metaphors for healing
been a force with feeling, opens doors in ceilings
benefits appealing, to consumers when teething
people angry competing, without finding a meaning 

we gots to live, like this life is the last
we cant plan the future, no change for the past
im a make the most before my ghost has to crash
blast thru the basic come away with the cash

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
The mud slide back in eighty six
Took out half my farm
And the war that lit up 69 
Is where I Left one arm

My wife and kids have left me
To part's unknown, somewhere
So I sit here all alone
While losing all my hair

        chorus
Now you can see, what my attitude should be
But instead of mulling around 
I get picked up, when I'm down
As I quote that little phase, that tickles me
"C'est La vie" 

My truck was repo-ed yesterday
My dog and cat ran off
My old friends all moved away
And often I feel lost

        chorus
Now you'll agree, just how happy could I be
When my world has gone to hell
I just get up, where I fell
And whisper those sweet words in ecstasy 
"C'est La Vie"

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark

Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |
for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |
dreams or illusions of living in peace and harmony
In thinking about life's problems I didn't come undone
images still float in the wind, music of the Harmonie
The magical dream of people on earth living as one

An adolescent desire of a world with a lasting peace
let us justify a bad decision to stop sowing seeds
or are we nomadic people, living like a flock of geese
Life is following the one in front, unsure of where it leads

with ideas, seeds are sown, establishing a path to peace
Can we transcend innovations, to stop following the flocks
to learn people exchanging views possibilities will increase
listening to people and stop throwing metaphoric rocks

"Yesterday, trouble was distant  life a game to be played"
Our people may be gone, but our past lets us be unafraid
My angel seems far away, but memories will never fade
all dreamers, vying in the game of life will never be swayed

I still believe and long for yesterday



for Beatlemania! contest
of Heather Ober

Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)

Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2005

Details | Acrostic |
Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
 So much on our known life, 
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, 
in our very own hidden truth lies, 
amongst our own poeple who we defy, 
until we fight, 
for wrongs for personal rights, 
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, 
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
 Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
 I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, 
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, 
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, 
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, 
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
 I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
 Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
 Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, 
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, 
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, 
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012