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A Lost Kind Returns

Krummes Holz gibt auch gerades Feuer    
Crooked logs make straight fires [Work with what you have.]
 
Downcast eyes scan; the larger fear’s in deeds.
Germany thrives on the allied dollar 
having culled the herd; they bank euro collared.
I, remnant of the tribe of David, take heed. 
 
Full, again, of pride, the German strides
bold as brass across the pristine Alpine
scene, offering migrant shelter in line
with its own future needs as need coincides.
 
Who will be the tinder, the next confined
and the fly to the spider’s gruesome tale.
Prominence ignites dominance, the grail
 
binds with the golden eagle enshrined; it blinds,
yet, how few the choices, the wretched wail;
the tempted homeless yearn within the gale.


Published by Page & Spine 2016

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2017



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Boy

There are so many things
that I’d like to say
with my arms open like wings
and nothing in my way.
I’d scream out “I loved you!”
in the morning at one.
I’d look to the sky shining blue
and know that I’ve won.
I would smile real wide
and walk back real slow
to a place where I won’t have to hide
and nobody has to know.
That you were my everything,
and now you’re my nothing.

Copyright © Ema Kenyon | Year Posted 2017

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Lost In Your Love - Collaboration with White Wolf

As deep as oceans are in thy blue eyes
I ponder to myself: where have I been
Lost in your love, a bird in your high skies
A poor blind man I was, but now I've seen

Truth lies behind your eyes that I can see
Alone. I don't roam this earth without you,
For we are one, and one we'll always be
So darling take my heart, take my hand too.

And though your eyes stare without seeing me
They see much deeper than eyes ever could
They see deep in my heart where I am free
And where we live together, long and good

     No ocean separates the love we feel
     We're birds, our universe is vast and real

***

Iambic Pentameter
March 21, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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SONNET ABOUT WHERE YOU LIVE

Countries should be inclusive
And not make millions flee
Of fear for an elusive
Destructive enemy

I am not sure of country
Or city, street or home
What is my nationality
I do forever roam

This means I cannot give you
One contest rule you need
I wish I could, for I, too,
Want roots under my feet

     Family's all I have here
     A treasure that I hold dear

*** January 1, 2017 3d place in contest: Sonnet about where you live Sponsor: Silent One

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Unshackle My Verse

Dear Poets: A Sonnet Call to Arms The law we fought so hard against has passed. They say our poems we cannot write again. We must rebel. Absurdity can’t last! How dare they rob us of the right to pen those thoughts and feelings we’re compelled to write. We’ll meet in secret; there we shall devise our plan to save what is our hearts’ delight, for passion is the glue that unifies us all! Our friends and neighbors we can sway to join the fight, for without poetry all freedom of expression goes away! God gave us words to help make people see! This law must change, and though the fight be long, united, we are strong; we’ll right this wrong! 4/10/17 for Kim Rodrigues' Unshackle My Verse Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Love

Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in cold flames.
No fear ... no shame ... no games
This is love







Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Metamorphosed

Breezes brush through the window caressingly,
soft fanning wings powdering my skin;
night's black velvet pricked only by the porch light's glow.
Alone, I feel no fear. Gliding the dark, my twin
has turned gossamer wings toward my tiny light-
metamorphosed--a radiant night creature.
I breathlessly await like culminating event,
faith strengthened by this moth miracle of nature.

Heaven's windows are always flung wide open;
the porches blaze in one eternal, flaming light.
Souls released from dull cocoon entrapments 
wing into endless day free of sin's blight.
Life's thin film is splitting, revealing the heart;
spirit wings unfurl, lift and upward start.

Copyright, November 2, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

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Transcend

Transcend

Evil is fierce, always lying in lurk, 
Fighting Man's opportunity to sow, 
Infinite value, a souls greatest perk,
All of us need Love and freedom to grow.

The economy and democracy,
A tease in a tie or king with a crown,
The Goddess of truth as authority,
Love expands your mind, fear will shut it down.

Artificial walls, which cannot be seen,
Erected by the beast of many names, 
Keep your mind clear and let your heart stay keen,
Spirit will fly unrestricted by frames.

The Earth is our home and balance the key,
A sovereign man will truly be free.






Comments are Welcome.

Copyright © jean lars | Year Posted 2014

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Kim Jong-un leader of the starving

I wonder what your thinking, in your country far away
And what on earth possesses you to threaten mine today
You allow your people to starve, munitions they are first
While daily people starve to death and many die of thirst

Your father and grandfather should have taught you how to care
Instead they shared their legacy of treating people unfair
Many live in work camps with three generations or more
Simply because they disagreed, so now all must chore

You live in style above the rest, have people who adore
But deep down, I believe that each person longs for more
You teach hatred and despise my country each and every day
For freedom and free choice would take yours away

Your people follow in fear, like robots in a line
I wonder how long they will conform or will it be your time
More and more try to escape, or die instead of live
In a country such as yours that takes much more than it gives

Each building,statue, memorial you have to tell a tale
Of twisted truths and travesties instead they often fail
For freedom is what's needed in the country you call home
Grow food instead of opium,and leave the people alone

You have the power in your hands to change what was past
Hurry please before it's too late you must do it fast
Do not start a war in which more people will die
Because your father and grandfather started it with a lie. 



Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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Faye Dunaway

With golden locks and fancy frocks,
She looks just like Faye Dunaway.
She's like a fox, smug as she rocks  
That retro scarf and wool beret.
 
I bet she'd even rob a bank
With sultry smiles and cunning ease.
I'm sure she'd only fire blanks--
A natural and eternal tease.
 
And in this modern day and age,
She doesn't even have a Clyde.
The only star to walk this stage,
She needs no man to grace her side.

With independence as her creed,
She makes a bonnie gal indeed.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

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We Will Not Comply

We Will Not Comply

I never thought I’d live to see the day
When children would be taught that God is dead,
The flag we love, someone would take away,
Or leaders in corruption share a bed.

It matters not to me who ridicules;
I am American, I will rebel.
I’ll keep my God, my guns, my right to use
Free speech the truth to tell.

We never thought to live in tyranny—
Just to stand for truth could mean your life;
We need to recognize we are not free—
We will not save our country without strife.

Will we rise and claim our liberty
Or take the lies and bow to slavery?

Copyright © Karen Ruff | Year Posted 2014

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Mother Teresa

This morning the calling bell rang just at
Five, I thought it was the paper vendor
Sun was yet to spread its golden impact
His time was at six, who was the caller

A soft violin tune of sweet ghazal
Sweetened the small space I was seated in
From my room the clouds looked like cathedral
The air outside seemed scented and serene

Opening the door I was mesmerized
Cross on her shoulder and rosary bead
Clad in blue bordered sari looking bright
Feet in sandals, arm carrying a kid

With fond gaze and fervour her eyes agleam
She was mother Teresa in my dream
_______________________________________________
02/9/16
Note: Ghazal is a lyric poem in Indian literature
Sari is South Asian garment for women comprising a length of cotton or silk
draped around the body

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

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Soupernaut

Thirsting to touch the Spirit of Ages
Rediscover that which I did misplace
A sparrow that fell out of time and space
This gilded door, travelers courageous

Glorious songs, birds escaping cages
How strange to meet your mind and not your face
Deep, yet anonymous touch of this “place”
Open, free hearts pour out on these pages

Welcoming home this orphan of my mind
Setting free the songbird from key and lock
Lava released from under miles of rock
Tight soul knots within begin to unwind
Old jail, black chains, they finally unbind
No longer to drink the spirit’s hemlock

4/8/16

Set down the rocks that have burdened me so
See them transmuting as if by magic
Into verse sublime, from burden tragic
This purgation, alchemy, afterglow

On warm, lofting currents, mingling souls know
Of realms uncharted from depths pelagic 
Vibrant celestial breeze, energetic 
Key to the gilded door, your hearts bestow

Awaken to the world of light, colors
To touch the transcendent truth beyond time
Rhythm of being, in image and rhyme
Once, heart’s eyes had been buried in squalor
Now kaleidoscopic multicolor
To giddy, broad vistas, this soul’s new climb

4/9/16
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Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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FREEDOM

“FREEDOM”

A courier of peace; a coupon of hope
Your cost; though I’ve been made alien
Your fruitfulness I heartily grope;
But the lashed back in servitude asks, “WHEN”?
A befitting vestment on servitude
A plague in the metropolis;
Like the Gulliver in Lilliput;
Amass not; thou in bit she seeks
Though thou enjoyed none methinks
‘Cos denied is she, much she denies ye
But let that which we sought be unclink
An ointment on our contuse; we pr’ythee
But should denial tend your way;
At wrath, me be spared; I pray.

Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2014

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History Repeats

Society! A sad state of affairs.
Corporate, owned. The stores pushing their wares.
Politics, ambiguous. No truth found.
Majority vote. Yet, the loser, crowned.
Divided we stand. The land is not free.
Upward you rise if you have the money.
Our brightest kids, dreams never realized.
Educations cost just too super sized.
Classism, racism drives caste system.
Open your eyes. Should be "us" against "them".
Social media, engendering strife.
Corrupt media, divides like a knife.
Another empire comes to a close.
You're warning. Revolution ended those.

-Angel Fatale-
-ode to the Sons of Liberty

Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2016

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BE THAT HORNET WITH A VENOMOUS STING

World, beware of the turmoil to come, don't be caught in your hiding
succumbing to erratic fear, oppress all shivers and face the vile assailant
with a defying glance, then bite him...be that hornet with a venomous sting
to end his brutality: he came to destabilize your land to achieve conquest!
Never comply, disregard a concept that spreads chaos and ignores justice,
come forward warriors and defeat with valor the blood-thirsty and the mad;
your fight is for an honorable cause: you're the hornets that are eager to bite,
and poison the enemy with your venom that's very painful when injected!
Don't wait until the threat becomes real, use your instincts and do prevail,
these godless and lawless men ferociously attack whoever despises them;
when we stir up their anger, they can be more vicious than hungry lions that maul:
they come forward and speak evil, their intent is to spread global mayhem!
I rather make peace than fight, revel in my freedom and shake hands with others:
If I must fight to preserve my liberties, I will indeed: I'll be a hornet fearless of bees!






Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015

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William Wallace

WILLIAM WALLACE
Blindfolding Justice, lest the blind might see,
what tyrany's been passed down countless years
by those who make the claim, nobility
are all the ties that bind through death and tears.

What manner of a man stands up to these
annointed to the reign passed down by name?
No archer known to anyone who sees,
could suffer all, lest freedom is his flame.

Do endings end it all, or just begin
the pure of thought, that life is meant to please?
Though he was dragged and naked for his sin,
are kings not lost, and fallen to their knees?

And yet, their holding on is all life shows,
Through centuries royalty still comes and goes.
© ron Arbuthnot

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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Happy ending smile

How old people take medicine over the years.
they feel different live in tension and fears.
what is good flavour to live always in tears?
they are irritated and abusive in some hears.
but still they inspire jump in the forward gears.

they worried to draw a will for their next kin.
still they scroll numbers to play lottery to win.
they occupied to grab money they think its not sin.
they love holidays and luxuries, living for fun,
they are not scrap don't throw them in a bin.

Drinking alcohol is harmful they do as fashionable style,
don't eat much red flash but they do, take advice in a file,
don't walk hard n't good for heart but they walk another mile.
they know death has dreams they love happy ending smile.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2013

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A Shining Satellite

A Godsend, a child, our gift from On High.
Lord bless this one, all he can and must be.
Eternal, now our name will never die--
High flying creation of you and me.

Our greatest design, the plan is perfect
Build sturdy engines that jet to the top.
He must understand his future is set
Why won’t he cooperate? This must stop.  

Ready for flight, geocentric orbit.
Dance in the cosmos, yet be sure it’s near.  
High nerves in Houston, they note in a fit,
Escape velocity from this dim sphere.  

Rocket off our scanners; what shall we do?
Bricks in the cargo of ship number two.

2/28/16

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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DEMI MONDAINE

DEMI-MONDAINE


You belong in silhouette to the dream’s theft
And weft with paid desire, look all adoring
At the man who’s made your life bereft
Of actual household dreams, he says it’s boring

Fresh linen, dimity and damask blue
Would be my veil, too, for daring
To ask: did it happen to you too?
And: when did your sorrow go past caring?

Don’t try to leave this room without an answer
Or you’ll turn back – the  swathe of silk
In my eyes -  you see,  at heart a dancer
Each night I come home with the doorstep milk - 

In the big bad world to be a cinch in style,
In the good small world to be a bright tear trickling.

by Rosemarie Rowley
IN MEMORY OF HER 2008

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2014

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Awesome

October 03, 2006

 

 

Awesome

 

Incredible as it may be,

And as brilliant as it is,

You are uniquely a wiz.

Looks like you and me.

 

In the winds and free.

It’s hers and it’s his.

Those two took a quiz.

Together those two see.

 

Dancing on the Moon,

Or singing to the Sun.

Their  love is too soon.

And their life just begun.

 

They are in a full bloomed blossom,

And those two together are awesome!

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2014

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To each their own

To banish my violent games
Is to banish your writing pens
I may fantasize in gunfire flames
As you've written of now and then's
I have killed a billion bytes and bits
You have made a billion many bored
But the bytes and bits are not life lists
And the pen is mightier than the sword
Actual time of occurrence is killed
Not the people of angry games or rhyme
Complete devastation when drinks are spilled
Satisfaction from both fulfilling time
Unlikeness of a poem I'll leave it be
Unlikeness of a game you leave it be



 (I'm not sure if this is a true sonnet  poem, I am not a poet, I just started getting into poetry (reading mostly)so I can enhance my ability to write lyrics to my music ... feel free to critique,this is my 1st poem I have ever attempted to write properly.. (Im gonna need all the help I can get ! ) 

Copyright © Chris Damstrom | Year Posted 2013

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Set Me Free

Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.

Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.

Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.

Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.


(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

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Tip of Tongue

What happens to those words we never say?
Many times words are left on tip of tongue
for some love is the hardest word to say
forgotten like thoughts and songs never sung

yet our minds remember it all so clear
instead of words we remained silent
as maturity grows erases fear
a few not said words may be violent

being able to speak truly a gift
words of kindness comes and goes straight from heart
a few kind words can give spirits a lift
and some words can tear someone’s heart apart

keep in mind actions speak louder than words
reach for those flowers instead of those swords

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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You

You gotta tell me,
The secret you hold,
Gotta tell me,
All of the untold.

Raise off your knee,
Give your soul what it needs,
Off your knee,
And plant the seed.

Fight against the pain,
Break the chain,
Against the pain,
Run through the rain.

Cover your eyes,
Don't recognize the lies. 

Copyright © Timmy Mahfood | Year Posted 2013

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Your Coach Awaits

     YOUR COACH AWAITS
I am the answer to the blowing wind,
in God I live, in God I'll never die.
Al things you seek to ever comprehend
are in my touch, but never ask me why.

I am the river flowing to the sea,
in hope I breathe, through God I do my task.
Whatever good you see in life is me,
though sometimes I appear behind a mask.

I am the highest mountain you may climb,
in light I show, in dark I  never hide.
beyond your wildest dream, and for all time,
you beg for me, but then push me aside.

        Your coach awaits, and I will take you where
            the wind has blown, and it is over there . . .

© vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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AT LIBERTY

You are the brave.
That is something to be proud of. 
You enlisted with ideology of what has to come.
Your days are not by day.
You prepare for tomorrow.
No matter what branch you chose you climb to limb.
To set high above the enemy with the ally
To defeat why you deployed 
To conquer peace and to cease war
You will be heroes.
You will be the Wall.
You be the strength that conquers all.
Your mastery of defense and skills, as militant, has withstood the cause.
I welcome you home with open arms and rejoice when you reenter the workforce.
_________________________________________________________________
___|
PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014 @ 12:30 A.M. EST!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Beautiful Lies

December 18, 2012

Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach

Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate

Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new

The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

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india

long live India,long live you
continue,continue,continue

soil eroding,water depleting,forest drying
Save tomorrow,saving glaciers,rain,dew
long live India,long live you
continue,continue,continue

world demanding globalisation
world making country,country of migrants
like big bang earth,moon,stars
unglue,unglue,unglue

long live India,long live you
continue,continue,continue

terrorist making sunset nation
terrorist making day,day of killings
like lightening strike
outdo,outdo,outdo

long live India,long live you
continue,continue,continue

Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2015

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shadows

I'm not the man I thought I was
I'm but a shadow seen because
A soulless light from somewhere shines
Lit by thieves in looted shrines
And kept alive by evil deeds
Done by men with evil needs
So who am I if not this me
What other self could myself be
If lit by light shone from within
Unsullied by this world I'm in
Perhaps a man born of free will
Who did not have the need to kill
In order to maintain the lie
That a shadow does not die

Copyright © steven hanlon | Year Posted 2015