Countries should be inclusive
And not make millions flee
Of fear for an elusive
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
For contest: Sonnet about where you live
Sponsor: Silent One
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
wandering in thoughts.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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
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
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
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
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
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.
-ode to the Sons of Liberty
Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2016
October 03, 2006
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
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.
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
long live India,long live you
soil eroding,water depleting,forest drying
Save tomorrow,saving glaciers,rain,dew
long live India,long live you
world demanding globalisation
world making country,country of migrants
like big bang earth,moon,stars
long live India,long live you
terrorist making sunset nation
terrorist making day,day of killings
like lightening strike
long live India,long live you
Copyright © anil khanna | Year Posted 2015
Thirteen years ago today
The world stood still
We could not turn away
Our eyes with tears did fill
For many lost so much that day
Lives of loved ones gone
The things those crimes took away
What happenened was beyond wrong
Targeted for living free
My country paid the price
Hated by foreign countries
Wanting justice must suffice
So years have come
Time has gone by
Rebuilding towers has begun
Free planes can never fly
Will never be the same
We lost our freedom can't you see
Security is its name
Freedom was lost that day
Our choices not the same
We had to all change the way
That we had played the game
Long lines, mistrust, everyone suspect
We shuffle along, like cattle
It seems we lost respect
Its time we start to battle
I want back what they took from me
My freedom, my right to privacy
I don't want to be microchipped
This country was built on principles
With pride and revelry
We used to be invincible
Strong for all to see
Its time to stand tall again
Just like the twin towers stood
Trust, believe and defend
In the power of the good.
Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2014
Ahoy listen to the sounds of bird song
the screaming of the gulls way out to sea
let your mind drift to distant times and long
for freer times when you were a gypsy
Now bound by love you left the road behind
no longer travelling by caravan
your life now is not free but confined
you sit hoping waiting for the mailman
A fiery wanton beauty you once were
you no longer know who you have become
remembering past times as fast they blur
to their memories you have to succumb
Wanton gypsy dance with me by firelight
pleasure me as we dally in moonlight
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
I feel it floating through my hair
As it gently passes by me
It cools me down with sweet care
As I drink my ice tea
Some days it can be this nice
Other days it can have rage
You can't sell is for a price
Nor trap it in a cage
It can bring a peaceful feel
When the heat is rough
Or it can destroy and kill
When it gets tough
This is a force that no one can break
For it is always fully awake
Copyright © James Cottrell | Year Posted 2015
She walks amid our dream of brick and stone
dreamt yesterday, then made for time to share,
the spirit of our past, she walks alone,
but she will touch your hand if you are there.
Past cobbler's dens, and Printers Alleyway,
down by The Tannery, the five and dime,
and bakers who arose before the day,
she's known them all, through pages of our time.
And she can sing you dreams from songs forgot;
they made our nation cling to unity;
in lessons sweet, in times where we had not
enough of blood who made our dream to be.
She walks, she is our dream of Liberty,
to welcome those who died to keep us free.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014