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The Clouds

"HOLDING HIS HAND"

*The Voice*
God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"Gods voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across earth. Your love and devotion are what made you strong. Every time your dreams were broken. You managed to build more dreams in their place. You called my name during your happiest and saddest moments. You ran to me when you fell behind. Your secrets became our private talks. The key to your heart was always unlocked. I was there during your trials and troubles and tribulations. We could not speak, it was my light that kept you from going weak.

=voice=
God, are you a dream of beauty? The holy book.
My preacher spoke of the afterlife, calling it paradise.
I remember now, I felt this company once before, this light.
Many times, I forsake the light and still you never left my door.
I felt it on the day I was born,
the day I became baptized in your holy name.
I felt this light before, can you explain it once more?
Lord pleases clarify the day I fell down to my knees, accepted Jesus as my savior?
On that day, I felt as if you stood away and walked on by, allowing me to face my failures’.
Was my life a waste in this impossible world?"

"Gods voice"
My child, this is the everlasting light you will feel every time your body is re-born onto a new road. This light never left you.
My sweet child did you not listen,
Matthew *19:26* MY SON looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with ME all things are possible.
My child, you were not searching for the right answers.

=voice=
My Lord everyone told me if I prayed you would come. Did I not pray enough?

"Gods voice"
My child sometimes your heart asked for more than life itself,
I always answered even when you shunned heaven away from your eyes?
The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your soul's disguises.

=voice=
Lord, I have other questions to ask.
What should I expect out of my personal sins?
My testimonial sits in the palm of your hand
My mind and my heart's inner core have been wicked since- adolescence
How is it that I am in your promise land?

"Gods voice"
Getting right with me has brought you here!

=voice=
One more question, Heavenly Father
Can I see them,
My Daughter, Mothers, Sisters, family, and friends?

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Thinking Out Loud

Listen to poem:


~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

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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

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Angelic Aroma

In a tranquil trance,
admiring elegant swans,
flowing along stately streams,
I rested my wearied head,
upon her soothing bosoms.

Her subtle fingers pacified
melancholic tones within the
chambers of my misplaced mind.
Warmth of her ethereal embrace
together with the early Spring sun,
dissolved the protective glacier,
shielding my dormant somber soul.

Under serene sapphire skies,
her eyes like unique emeralds - sparkled,
charming each beat of my heart to murmur.

As we reminisced about childhood memories,
an isolated tear escaped from my eye,
innocently immersing her silken skin.
Captivated by her angelic aroma,
I pondered if she was an angel,
cradling me within a citadel in heaven.

As twilight ignited merigold radiance 
through silver violet clouds,
her succulent lips whispered
sweet musings as they caressed mine.

The taste from her last sensual kiss,
still lingered as she ascended to the heavens,
as I pleaded;

"Take me with you."

To which she replied;
"It's not your time."

Simple Musing
Silent One
22 March 2018

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Lullaby My Lustrous Twilight


Golden-flecked bliss   
of enraptured blown-kiss   
stardust bestrewn   

Beguiling skies   
bespangled sequin eyes   
shimmer in swoon   

In midnight hours 
from celestial bowers   
Lift blest voices       

Balmy hymns calm   
serenity’s sweet psalm   
saints’ rejoices  


Oh motherly
heartfelt heavenly night   
lullaby my lustrous twilight   

Love - swaddle me   
in starlit cocoon’s blue  
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut  


Ambrosial dreams   
showered in jasmine streams  
angels’ water  

Immerse in sleep 
your virtuous well deep  
baptized daughter  

Melodic sky   
divinity’s stars sigh  
spiritual   

Nervana floats   
seraphs’ musical notes  
air's lyrical   


Oh motherly
heartfelt heavenly night   
lullaby my lustrous twilight   

Love - swaddle me   
in starlit cocoon’s blue  
singing silk songs till dawn’s debut



Susan Ashley
December 22, 2018

------------------------------

~ POTD ~
December 24,2017

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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

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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  :-(

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My Angel in Disguise- Tribute to FJ Thompson

She saw my pain and gifted me a crown
and named me Queen when I felt like a clown
She sent her gift cross the many miles
And wreathed my teary face in rainbow smiles

She knew what words and rhymes all mean to me
And so she gifted joy to poetry
A chance to add an image to my rhyme
And write of life and what makes it sublime

She left this place for she could not abide
discrimination’s sneer; it touched her pride
But she came back for me in time of need
When others brought me down, my heart she freed

In every line she writes my heart can trace
The beauty of an angel filled with grace

For Silent One's Tribute Contest
Revised August 6, 2015

F J (Flo) Thompson is a woman I admire with my whole heart. Some of you may know the story of how she named me Queen and wrote a poem about my kingdom here on the Soup. Knowing the sensitivity of my heart, she sent me a tiara and hair decorations in the mail all the way here to lift my spirits. She gifted me my first Premium Membership and now….a year later, she gifted me the second one along with a Lifetime Membership. I discovered that she anonymously gifted others Premium Memberships as well. Friends like this are so rare and precious. I’m overwhelmed as I write. I love being able to add photos to my poems and being able to blog. People don’t know what joy I find in writing. FJ knows. She’s my angel in disguise. I’m forever grateful. I love her poetry because of the strength of passion and conviction with which she writes.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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)

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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.

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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

Details | Angel Poem |

- 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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