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Thinking Out Loud

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~writer's notes~ i think out loud from my fingers to a keyboard so forgive me if my speak is somewhat long winded if it has swirls and curls this is me hopefully you want to hear my voice in its totality ~the prologue~ just a child he clenches his teeth grinding creating a screeching sound much like worn out brakes the yell of steel on steel he bleeds my God how he bleeds a deep breath and boiling burgundy spills over the structure of his frame wears down the flesh to the bone the sun stops shinning birds start falling out of the skies have you ever heard a dog wail in pain that was him that loud puppy the barking that breaks the night in two i confess he was me - emphasize 'was' ~the story~ back in the day in the dead of night still young cautious we met at a special place where nature's hand had drawn a line a spot unique only we could define where pulses race at an amazing pace like cranking dry ice through veins You asked me "Do you believe in love at first sight." I answered "I believe in love under any circumstance." (later you told me you loved those words) you clarified "in love - i mean do you believe in falling 'in love' at first sight." I replied "I believe in sparks." your face lit up "Sparks?" you asked "Yes," I proclaimed "sparks and kerosene." looked you directly in the eyes smiled and added "wanna burn?" we kissed (how soft this moment was to the touch) the cosmos slowed down i swam in its essence at a crawl devoured this sliver of time as it simmered almost at a standstill I uploaded it to memory my internal library one with shelves leather bound shards of experiences with strong spines one's could stand the test of time our sweet union warm lit now a part of me you stole my lips bound to my heart as they are grazed against my waining restraint surrendering all reason i lost myself to your tender grip your gaze touched me deeper than any man should be felt like a unique note of music heard once never forgotten my wanting a whistling kettle a cool vapour of cleansing mist a burning desire to inhale your presence and never breathe again from then on it was always us you you were always there when I thought I was falling off the earth you handed me what you called gravity saved me from an endless existence among a bevy of extinguishing stars always had a paper pad a pen you were the only one understood my ink flowed of its own volition had a mind of its own could run slowly like a glass smooth lake or like rapids - rabid foaming at the mouth a waterway damaged by jutting rocks as it hits the sea wall - hard however no matter the ups and downs you you were always there when i sang Dylan and Cohen quoted them in Malta, Prague, Croatia lectured people smile the same in Europe as they do in South America cry the same in Africa as in Asia both when tears flow over smiles continued in England some tend to speak quietly in France their passion often screams so when I needed you when there were no words instinctively you just held me soothed my pain i was a man in motion interested in fusion our minds would eventually meld with love held shared a single bed like queen and king when we walked the moon was ours alone the promise of your love the nature of your embrace the perfume of your mane you you were always there ~ the epilogue ~ your words touched my heart your lips softened it your shine tickled my fancy your hold owned my smile together life seemed so unreal in the best of ways when the universe its vast array of entities pauses for what seems forever i dance stupid knowing everyone's looking even staring in disbelief that's what our love allows me the courage to be me no apology i live my time cradled in the calm of us live it just - being and you you are always here


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016

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Angels

Angelic wings inhabit the mind
To comfort your soul from a sacred sky
Sent to protect and give worth to the blind
And guide the sightless that have gone awry
A guardian Angel assigned to you
To free from masked evil of the unknown
A fierce warrior that will always pursue
Each territorial demon they've known
Welcome this servant, protector, and guide
With silent wings wrapped in Angelic light
An envoy from God to whom you confide
To help your soul find Heavenly flight

  Servants from Heaven with duty concise
  Angels will guide you to true Paradise


9/4/17
contest Angels
  


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017



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The Angel Inside

Coral life forms in copious swarms
feast in the Cambrian chyme,
dividing their cells and forming their shells
to end on the seafloor as lime.
Tectonic churning and magma upturning
renders marble whiter than bone.
The marble is mined, but the cutters are blind
to the angel confined in the stone.

A young sculptor arose, with a bend in his nose
and a transcendent creative spark,
charged with ambition to fulfill a commission,
an angel for St. Dominic's Ark.
An artist sublime who will live for all time,
his genius is to see things not shown.
For an angel to achieve he first has to perceive
its splendor enclosed in the stone.

At dawning's first glow he surveys the tableau
of the blocks the stone cutters supplied.
In some he sees dreams of potential themes,
but only one holds an angel inside.
“A beautiful thing never gives so much pain 
as does failing to hear it and see it.”
The block that he chose was rejected by those
who then lied and claimed to foresee it.
 
With talent and skill he falls to with a will,
surrounded by rubble and relic.
His method you see, for the angel to free
is to remove all the bits not angelic.
Michelangelo’s art for all time stands apart
but there's something further to heed.
For there's a bit more to the fine metaphor
in the tale of the angel he freed.

“A beautiful thing never gives so much pain 
as does failing to hear it and see it.”
For in all our insides a bright angel abides
and is just waiting for something to free it:
to remove all the parts which harden our hearts,
to chip out the darkness and pride,
to smooth the rough patches, to polish the scratches
and unshackle the angel inside.

© January 26, 2013


Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2013

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She read me Dr Seuss

6:35 A.M.

Sunrise against my neck
that no cheap tan booth could ever match.

I ring the doorbell in anticipation of joy’s injection.

I needed it.

Because I left my cell phone in the car,
as I didn’t want to hear any chimed email
or text annoyances.

And the car just got cleaned,
only for the birds to have their way
on its waxy shine.

Bastards!

Time to grab the flamethrower from my trunk!

But, before I could scream in Braveheart declaration,
there she was.

Her 6 yr old smile,
made of 1/4 inch gaps between innocence enamel,
captured me like no other could.

“Tio”, she preached in angelica sonata.

As she held me,
held me,
with puppy love warmth.

Even the rainbows fell to its knees.

She took off my jacket with ferret-like perkiness and
asked me to sit on the floor with her.

But, not before offering to toast me some Eggo waffles
with a big glass of Ovaltine…
…in her Little Mermaid glass,
proudly made in North Korea.

It even had the dictator’s initials and a bucktooth smiley face stamp, signed in glitter
that said:
“Kid-safe”.

Thank God I just took my online course in Child Safety.
I was ready!

As I sip on Little Mermaid’s curves,
shaped in plastic, swirly straw weirdness,
a sound blasts off from a Barbie radio.

My 2 yr old angel galloped into this heart of mine,
with Tinnitus piercing scream & laughter,
tackling me in Incredible Hulk lunge.

“Hi Tio”, she whispered, before she hopped back upstairs, 
Ninja Turtle-style,
laughing maniacally with rapid head tilts, left to right to left.

Boys will fear her. 
And I couldn’t be more proud.

After two moments of silence, 
my 6 yr old angel places her Dr. Seuss book on my lap,
as she sits in front of me.

“I can r-r-read
with my eye-s
shut.”

She carefully completed the sentence,
as my eyes instantly fill with leaky pride
and an ingrained smile.

10 minutes later, she shut her book and asked me how she did.
“I am so proud of you my angel.”
“You have come so far.”

I had to hold back tears because I didn’t want to throw her off.
Yet I think she knew,
because she kept her head down and smiled with gentle starburst.

Mission accomplished.

And it was then where I heard her say,
“Those who matter don’t mind,
those who mind don’t matter.”

But she was quiet, looking at me with tilted head & smile.

For it was my inner child, 
speaking
clear.

© Drake J. Eszes


Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011

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Angel in Your Eyes

To you who knew me in my youth, Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth; Before you passed to heaven’s skies, I saw an angel in your eyes. To you, the stranger that I met, Who spoke no word of English, yet Gave aid to me, you are God’s prize. There was an angel in your eyes. To those of you within this place Whose gifts of words show love and grace, Though I’ve not faced you, I surmise. . . There is an angel in your eyes!
For CONTEST NO 202 any form/any theme with max of 12 linesPoetry Contest of Brian Strand


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Pretty Poet

Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone? 

A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect world wide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day! 
  
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today, 
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it was cocaine, 
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you

Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one 

By: ME
5-25-14


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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It was Beautiful Yesterday



Bha e brèagha an-de
(It was Beautiful Yesterday)


There was a sailing vessel
With many a sail proudly lapping in the wind
A flag of the Celtic honor, in ruin an rented
As all the sailors sing
Of my love for you
From long ago
Before death became our friend
Oh would I be sailing from stormy seas to the Scottish glens
To lay some flowers at your side
Your beauty is now far under
My love ill wait for all eternity
For loves resurrection’s stormy thunder
Our bodies may be under stone
Our memories long lost in tales and fable
Let no man ever lay any such claim
Our love was not the gift of briny seaworthy fame

We be only stones, in a meadow blue
When you come upon our fate
Tiss with this verse, I state my case
The life that escaped our sadly date
Love though was true as sky
For long ago, she bid adieu
Her sadness at my drowning departure
As I her lover was told to be 
Buried deep and under sea


Both sadness and the tossing waves
Took the life out of her and me
So when you look at fading stones
Remember the love that used to be



Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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Love Sleeps, Never Dies

An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He lived alone, inside his madness
Leave me be and go to hell
His favorite expressions

The phone rang one night late
This is the Court sir, your brother’s son and family 
Have been in a terrible accident
Only your niece of four survived
When can you pick her up?

The old man was in a daze
What the hell was he being punished for now
Keeping care of a dam kid
What the bloody hell did he know about that?
"Well sir, we will be expecting you tomorrow, 9am prompt please"

Walking back to his flat, with a 4 year old girl in tow
Well the neighbors gawked to say the least
The poor little girl, tears and teddy, trying to keep up with grumpy
Once inside his flat, he looked at her with disdain
Said "Guess you be expecting some food or some such"

She nodded, as sad as she was, she was indeed hungry
He showed her the cupboard and fridge, milk and cereal in there
Help yourself, and wash the dam dishes afterwards
Don’t got no extra bed, so you sleep here on the couch
She nodded silently, thinking the world truly must have ended

Days, turned into weeks, turned into months
This little girl complained not once
All she could think of was her pain
Mummy and daddy were in heaven where ever that was
Why they left her was truly confusing

Friday was her birthday
She was sad and missing her family
Getting ready, she went to the cupboard for dinner
The old man said what the hell you doing that for?
She shivered in fear, he was always so so so mad

She apologies, sorry uncle Pete
He replied you sit your self down right there
And you be quiet you here?
Then the lights all of sudden went out
Bright tiny candles burned in the night

The old man, said, is your birthday after all
Hope you don’t mind these little cupcakes I got us here
She looked at him with new eyes
He turned, not quite smiling, no miracles just yet
They ate in silence after which, he said good night and happy birthday

The next morning even they really never talked
Other than who does what chores
Or how expensive she was to care for
She asked out of the blue
"Uncle, why do angels have wings?"

In his usual grumpy way, he replied
"So they get the hell away from us as fast as they can is why
This world is no place for happiness or angels get used to that"
She was taken back by his bitterness, still………
She replied, “but I dream on them looking over me uncle"

Well he looked at her, and somewhat softly and with unusual kindness
He answered her "that’s because you are one of them, a sweet little angel"
She ran into his arms and gave him a big hug
This was a very good thing.
For then she could not see the single tear the dropped to the floor

He actually hugged her back and with all of his heart
That day, a day for most people that was a normal day
Was for him and his little charge, a miracle
A small loving child, held that secret key
To opening an old mans heart


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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When Heaven and Earth Wept

In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept - Each woman, man, and little girl and boy. Relentless horror had around them crept. In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept Until one day, even the angels wept! For freedom’s win, the world cried tears of joy. In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept - Each woman, man, and little girl and boy. For Seeker's My Take on the Holocaust Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Stepping into heaven

Under your heavenly gaze magic appears perfect 
a thousand whispers sail through the oceans current 
each wave warmly echoes of a sun filled promise 
Our time is held when precious jewels they glimmer 
every breath gasps breathless holding dearest soul
where the silken ribbons circle around a gift tied 
wrapped within angel rays floating inside heartbeats 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

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Even The Angels Wept

The day you died you took me with you,
The way you lied shook me black and blue.

The sorrow you felt, I sure felt it too,
The tomorrow dreams won’t come true.

All the good hello's turned into dying goodbye's,
All the to’s and fro’s burned holes in my eyes.

You thought you were so sly, but I always knew,
You fought so hard to die and knew I needed you.

Depressing mornings and nights of pure hell,
Lessening of warnings and sights when you fell.

Deprivation of your soul saving wonder,
Trepidation of your whole wavering thunder.

Heavy-hearted moments with stitches on your wrists,
Broken-hearted atonement with twitches on your fists.

Unheard thoughts engraved in your soul,
The third day I tried to save you...you lost control.

Forgiveness with a burden held on my left shoulder,
Impulsiveness when you're hurting, (I couldn't hold her). 

     
     Bleeding and burning and 
                                     living and dying....
                 Needing and turning and
                                           giving and crying....


It's been five long years since I’ve rested and slept,
I try to smile but in my dreams even the angels wept.



Date Written: May 1, 2016

Your Best Rhyming Poem
John Hamilton




Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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- Every Breath You Take -

To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise 

Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten

We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze

I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure

Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire 







Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  18.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Newborn Flowers

A broken heart 
who humbly cries 
As the flames began melting 
tears hidden under the seabed

Sizzling hot a trail 
sparkles into the night sky
love comes in colors 
that kisses burn passion

Following your starlight flooding
memories are forever made pure
Even if you are not here
I can feel your warm breath 

Winking to the soul dream of dreams 
Together we can build a future palace
one without fear and pain
Destiny will be eternities shooting arrow 
 
Catching many rainbow on our roads path
Cupid strikes flying saucers land in your space 
wondering if things will ever be the same again
Captivating an angel strums tugging heartstrings 

Do you hear still the melody 
to the most beautiful song playing
Warmly exploring deeply touching tunes 
Covering the bed with rose petals 

Music plays a heartfelt chant sighs 
I miss you dearest flower forever more 
just like the desert misses rain
Whispers held on a cloud of breath beautiful 


A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
(unrhymed quatrain)


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

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Guardian Angel

Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.

It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm sun's rays peaked through leaves
amidst the trees, by sidewalk streets.

Her school bag in hand, preoccupied
"Don't step on a crack or on a line
keep to the spaces, and you'll be fine."

And so she played the sidewalk game
until a call was heard, from mother dear
across the street, her voice so clear.

Without a thought, she ran to meet
her mother, yet she was unaware
of a speeding car, out of nowhere.

The vehicle descended fast
upon the child, on that center divide
within a split second, she could die.

And then, a supernatural event
as forces, unforeseen, took place
a split second, she flew to the sidewalk, safe.

This little girl had turned, was lifted up  
then gently placed, she had escaped
was gathered by angel's arms, embraced.
 
My mother saw it all, before her very eyes
her child, rescued, by a miracle that day
and I, the little girl, am grateful I was saved.




Written on 10/6/2015 


Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015

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Angel in the Clouds

Angel in the Clouds

Sometimes you look up to the sky
And maybe you can find
In a large bank of clouds
The face and figure of an angel with wings
Who’s looking down on you.

It may be someone
You knew from the past
Who went to Heaven a long time ago.

And maybe that angel appears here now for you
Just to say “Hello”
And to make this moment very special. 

You feel an enchantment in your heart
And sense a soft tingling on your cheek . . .

As if a kiss was placed there by this angel
With an encouraging touch on your shoulder
Giving you a wondrously warm feeling inside.

With this magical moment as you’re touched
By this angel . . . 

You realize this angel loves you very much
And just came by to look after you
And to send you a joyous blessing
Right from Heaven—personally to you!

Amen.

Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
May 17, 2017 (Free Verse)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

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For Our Love So True

For Our Love So True
 
For our love so true lasts now forever
For I knoweth I shall leave you never,
Here on Earth ‘n later in Heaven’s light,
Whilst God is with us on this cosmic night,
Angels sing to us with all due pleasure.

Our passions are beyond mortal measure,
As we walk tonight, hands held together,
We know our emotions feel now so right
For our love so true.

God’s divine love is our special treasure,        
Our souls, are bound now together ever,  
We ascend now with the angels in flight,
We bask in God’s holy blessings tonight.
With our souls now one, no one can severe
For our love so true.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
November 18, 2017 (Rondeau)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

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Beauty Kisses The Beast

Sun golden shining warm upon the back speaks
wind cutting cold chills freezing thoughts held
captivating love standing a vigil faraway dream

Touching warm fingers of light in a deep blue painted sky
bewitching clouds gunbarrel grey shooting magic wishes
silver shading arrow points out into the softest peach charms spells

Everything spellbinding shines amazing beautiful enchanting 
snow covered mountains cold winds howling and whistling tunes
bells in the distance calls you're the rock one clings to on Trawbrega's shores

Drawing behind the eyes wind bellowing whispers a blessing tides turn waves
inside joy burns one candle warmly flickering happiness butterflies dance
blue blazes to see the soul of a deeply treasured jewel forever sings



unrhymed tercet 



Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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A Wish -re-post-

A WISH -- In Memory Of 

"I Wish"

I wish I could blow air into your little lungs, 
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world. 
Hold your little body warm, 
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....

I wish, 
I could look into your daring eyes, 
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson 
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts! 
~~~
O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
~~~
How I wish you could be, 
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?

Mostly, I WISH grandma could fix this and make 
your mommy feel, the joy she was robbed of.

In memory of my grandson: ---Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013  ---   RIP March 25, 2013

----------
by;PD  :-(


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Je suis Charlie

Translation below (in progress)


Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace


J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon âme pleure encore rouge
L’encre coule encore
Arrosage des fleurs ci-dessus
Les fleurs, fortes et belles
Elles doivent étouffer vos manières diaboliques
J'étais Charlie, je suis Charlie, Charlie toujours
Dans ma tombe
je ris
vous perdez

I was Charlie

In my tomb
my soul still cries red
the ink still flows
Above the flowers grow
the flowers strong and beautiful
they shall choke your evil ways
I was Charlie, I am Charlie, Charlie forever
In my grave
I laugh
You lose





Copyright © Etienne Lariviere | Year Posted 2015

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The Dark Poet

She writes of darkness like her soul’s been sold
But deep inside she has a heart of gold
Words brought on by a darkened past
At times she prayed that she would breathe her last
There was no one that she could turn to
When suddenly the light came shining through
Her life was changed from an endless curse
Now she puts her story in poetic verse
Overcoming her fears and the urge to kill
She used her poems as a coping skill
From an angel of darkness she ascended
To an angel of light completely mended
So read the dark poet, it’ll give you a start
But please be careful, she’ll steal your heart. 


Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2010

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An Angel in Disguise

Beside the linen hanging out to dry,
a young girl trudges with a basket full
of sheets that she has cleaned. Her head is bent
to hide a tear she does not want to cry.
Although in summer’s heat, she’s feeling spent,
it’s not her work now troubling her soul.

Her mother’s had to work hard every day
and leave the children by themselves till night.
There is no outside help; the mother tries
to raise a brood whose father passed away.
Her sweetest child, red-haired and oh so wise,
does much to make her mother’s burden light.

She knows her mother needs to get some sleep.
An old soul, she sees all and rarely cries,
but while her brothers run free in the sun,
she drops her load and simply starts to weep.
Grief flows till she resumes her role - the one
that is the family’s angel in disguise.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Forbidden Love

Is it possible that an angel and a demon could fall in love?
And, remain soul mates for all eternity?
Yes, and I will tell you how it happened.

Maybe, it was a miracle that they met
or maybe it was just meant to be.
That an angel fell out of heaven and a demon escaped from hell
on the very same day.
They saw no one, but each other.
Yet, neither had ever seen such a creature.

The angel was beautiful and kind.
This angel had fallen from heaven
a place of light and life, and of hope and peace.

The demon was imperfect and shy.
This demon had escaped from hell
a place of darkness and death, and of despair and pain.

When they met, their eyes met.
And without a spoken word.
The angel saw only tenderness and hurt in this lost demon.
The demon saw only compassion and love in this lost angel.

It did not matter to them if one had wings, and the other had horns.
Yet, they saw themselves within each other.
Even though they were from two different worlds.
They embraced each other.
Though, they knew their love was forbidden by others like themselves.
So, they decided to remain here on earth.
Where their bond could not be broken.

The heart of the angel was no longer filled with loneliness and longing.
The heart of the demon was no longer filled with torment and sorrow.
Love is what they both were searching for.
And it was found on that very same day.
A forbidden love, everlasting for all eternity.





Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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The Cemetery Was

The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead

The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now

The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead

The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams

The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary

The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too

Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only

That one day
Our daughter will become
You


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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- When The Soul Is Clean -



Magic dust shooting into starlight pearls as the scents begin wafting 
Around the planet's curve circling warmly embracing on vision 

Glittering golden gleams sparkle through colours of a promise
Kissed green eyes to hide her warm tears open up 

In the promises we give to others for keeps 
Rainbows hold until the end enchanting tales 

Silk buried softly underneath the bouquet a rose grows 
Not forgetting the inner promises we give unto ourselves 

Romancing a poem under the pillow no one knows 
Petals freezing winter moon holding warmly drunken   

Wrapped up under one star winks cotton white angel holding deeply wings 
Held upright pleasing the heart pure soul inside the glory of the stars shine 

Fear and destruction of earthly paradise we live
Over and back dancing butterflies waltz freely taken 

We need beautiful fairy tales and angels songs 
As the sun rise kisses a gold circle treasures found 

A man can not be changed by place or time, but of love
Memories are born inside where a diamond cut princess dwells 

Luxurious and delicious feelings ~
enveloped softly in your wing









A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
15.12.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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How Do I See You

How Do I See You

People often wonder
How they are perceived
Some think they're kind and nice
When really they are filled with greed

Some are selfish and self-righteous fools
A few think their beauty is mascara in blue
Some feel that de meaning others makes them upright
They usually run, when challenged to the fight

So now the question comes down to this
How do I see you Sir or do you wish to stay in bliss
You are not normal, that’s for sure
You may suffer from emotions’ scares

Your pain may be physical and intense as a hot star
So no you’re not normal, you can’t fly away
Too many look up to you
For your noble and kind ways

You give comfort and solace to those in need
Your kindness exceeds even a Rich kings largest decree
You are an engineer and builder of dreams
Reaching out to people with compassion, sometimes unseen

You belong in the kingdom of heaven
I do believe they have an all Irish bar section!
Its there we can share a brew or maybe a few
Laughing at those who live downstairs in hotter pews


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017