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Rocket Ship People

Send that message
That signal so far
Is there a tower, some beam
That could speak to that distant star
A million miles
Separated
Years on that rocket
Could get anyone jaded
We looked up as kids
That glitter caught our eyes
Stole our hearts
Spun beautiful lies
How pretty those stars were
To we who didn't know better
Now to think, we can catch those dreams?
How silly
How childish of a dream that seems
Those stars and their lovely call
Telling us they weren't really that far at all
How so very pretty they were
To we, captivated, who didn't know better
Should've known better
Years on that ship
In the dark
In the cold
In those places
Where space is
So twisted and uncontrolled
So close we come
To the warmth of that distant Sun
Cast out again
In our rocket we spin
Flung into the deep and the darkness we float again
Lost and trying to find
Blink that message out to
Some other lonely mind
Not sure it will land when we're this far out
Where words fall like feathers
The silence a deafening shout
How so very pretty those stars still are
We do know better
But will still go so far
Through that crystal wall
Cold
Never ending
Straight into those glittering flames
Heart rending
Should've known better
Will never know better
What code is that beaming
That we could know better
God knows we try
Though our message lost
In that vacuum between where our signal gets tossed
about
Battered and broken
Words bridging the void just
To never be spoken
Its meaning we dance
about
We were taught so much better
Why don't we do better
Than flying alone
Should be cruising the stars together
How loud
How big
Should that signal be
Put a tower on the moon
If it'll call you to me
To visit those glittering specks we admired
Validate and make real that to which we aspired
Lost a wing?
Here take mine
May take a while, but we'll get there in time
Better late than never
Seeing wonders together
Than spinning out, fuel down low, lost to forever
There is a better
Not hard to do better
Sift through the noise
For that message to weather
The chaos, the static, the cosmic melee
So two rockets can find
One another
And play
In the glittering warmth of some star far away.


Copyright © Carolyn Fish | Year Posted 2016

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T'was The Night After New Years

(True story...!!)      
                                   ~
T'was the night after New Years, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings and tree stored away with a sigh,
Finished the eggnog, and the last piece of pie.
Me in my nightie,  while Pa fed the cat 
We had just let the dog out, and said, "Goodnight, dear, that's a wrap!"
Then we both settled down for a long winter's nap

When the phone by the bedside, cracked the silence with a clatter!
And I awoke in a daze to see what was the matter!
Neighbor Dan on the phone.....he needed some help!
I laughed when he told me, in spite of myself!
A cow's in his pool, so chubby and plump!!
He needed some help to haul out it's big rump!

Rushing over,...to my wondering eyes should appear
There's Old Bessie in water, her eyes full of fear!
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof,
Old Bessie was frightened, she had made a big goof!

Friends ran to the rescue, and went straight to work...
Taking care that poor Bessie wouldn't get hurt.
They put heads together and laid out a plan,
Getting ropes 'round Old Bessie as fast as they can.
Tied the ropes to Dan's truck, then gave him a whistle
And up came Old Bessie like the down of a thistle!
She shook from the cold like a bowlful of jelly,
So they patted and prodded, till she rolled on her belly.
Then off ran the cow, with relief and so merry,
Her cheeks a bit frozen, her nose like a cherry!

We were offered hot chocolate to warm up again,
Four o'clock in the morning, and it was time to turn in!
Our neighbor called out, as we got out of sight,
"Have a good year and thank you!! And to all a good night!"

                                              ~
That's how our New Year began,.... Country life is, seriously,....NOT boring!!
So you think, I'm way off track, mixing holiday stories?
The gift of friendship, where neighbors help their neighbors
What better gift for a Christmas, much better late, than never
Sometimes, Christmas shows up later.  It's no cause for alarm
The charm is often hidden, one you'll laugh about forever
_________


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2008




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Father Daughter Dance

Father Daughter Dance

He told her “don't you worry”, but he'd be a little late.
He promised when he made it home he would take her on a date.
She squealed in her excitement, soon they would be together.
She was only ten years old, she said “It feels like it's been forever”.

Smiling as he thought of her one thousand miles away.
He thinks about the little girl he wishes she could stay.
Through the truck stop window the Greyhound bus pulled in.
He told her that his ride was there but he'd call her again.

The farthest things from his mind were shadows, pain or death.
Somehow he missed the whiskey that was on the drivers breath.
With happy thoughts of life and love and a date he planned to keep.
Quietly he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly it all went wrong! He thought he was still dreaming.
He heard the sound of bending steel and he heard people screaming.
His body pitched right through the air and landed in the grass.
With cuts across his face and brow from crashing through the glass.

“Dear God my leg is broken!” “Sweet Jesus come save us!”
He stood up from the cold damp grass and climbed back on the bus.
One by one he saved them all he called them by their names.
As he carried the last one out the bus burst into flames.

Injured people everywhere yet no one spoke right to him. 
When he tried to calm their fears they seemed to look right through him.
In the distance flashing lights and sirens filled the air.
Then he saw five feet from him, his body lying there.

It suddenly was all a blur like trying to see through water.
Instantly he was right there and standing by his daughter.
Searching through her dresser drawers not knowing he was there.
She looked through her dresses to see which one to wear.

He saw the light that came for him, he sent the light away.
He couldn't break his daughters heart so he chose just to stay.
A much more precious love than this I doubt a man can find.
It didn't break his daughters heart, instead it broke her mind.

Eight years slowly made their way she had an understanding mom.
Who arranged a father daughter dance the night she went to prom.
She danced and twirled the song away all they could do was stare.
As she danced more than a glance they all saw her father there.

She dances in her room sometimes when she starts feeling bad.
They swear she dances all alone but she's dancing with her dad.
She talks about the day someday she'll be with him forever.
And tells him of the date they had it was better late than never.

Edwin C Hofert


Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

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The Lonely Soldier - for Remembrance Day even if late

He has no grave
In the fields he lies
Unburied, in the fury of battle
He leaves behind his love
A love letter in his breast pocket
All to be added to the dust
There is no cross to mark his passing
Only a memory to hold upon ones sadness
He is a lost soldier

A year has passed, his family mourns
His lover sits at the window waiting
A bullet kills you now
A wounded heart takes years to die
So quietly she both hopes and withers
A poppy in her hair, marks her despair

Armies march and armies fall
Battles won and lost as young men die
Endless is the death that pervades these lands
As the lonely soldier fades into history
His loved ones left to hold a ghostly flag

His lover never left her window
She never lost the hope within
Scared by the wounds of war she was
She carried on, yet her life was grim

Fifty years later, to this day
We all stop in silence to honor the past
A new building constructed far away
As they dug the soil that gave way
To a secret of the past
The lonely soldier but a skeleton
With a paper close to his heart

A love letter they did uncover
Postage due for sure
His tags and cross they enclosed
With words of love from long ago

So on a warm summer’s day, by her window
She saw the postman approach her house
With a faded parchment from the past
Words that would make her heart beat fast
Years upon years she had hoped
Now the answer was sadly clear
She whispered softly…
My lonely soldier died that day
His letter is now here to stay
To keep me warm until the end
Knowing his loved never waned…..


I love you dear
I hope you know
One day I will whisper this close
For now I fight to free the world
So that I may be with you
Remember me, if I should fall
That no matter where by bones may lay
My heart is with you always



Note: Late for Nov 11 as I had the flu, but better late than never


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

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My Battle With Time

My Battle With Time You came into my life - when my time is running short. I got nothing to offer you, but what is left of my life. My battle with time - I know I can not win. No one can win the battle with time. Time always has the upper hand. How I wish that I could buy lots of time and spend it all with you, but not even a millionaire has been able to buy a second more of time. When your time is up - it's up. It is better late than never, so I welcome any time that I can spend with you. I will just promise to love you for whatever time I have left. I won't try to fight this battle - I know I can not win. When the clock starts going slow, I will know, my time is near. Something will tell me it's over. I will just say - good bye my love. My time is up and I must go...
10/21/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo


Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013

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A Few Nothings

To love someone,
Then, to suddenly hate
Dig own dungeons
Then why blame the fate?

When ‘pen is mightier, than the sword’
Then why do actions, speak louder than words?

Finding answers to unasked questions
Laughing at others
While we fail to understand our own perceptions

Why to ‘Forgive and Forget’
When something makes us cry and upset

‘Silence is Golden’, are words of the weak
When left unheard
Even the dumb shout at the peak

Why ‘better late than never’
Moment lost , can it be earned again ever?

Moments we try to forget
Engrave themselves in our mind

Small things we try to remember
Slip away like sands of time

‘Immortal’ time, away it flies
But every Bird, one day dies

To have all, yet to want more
Even the tides calm down & merge in ground
Once they hit the shore

Why ‘little learning is dangerous’
Was everyone born perfect & gracious?

‘An eye for an eye’ says the revengeful mind,
But then one day,
Won’t the whole world be blind?

Why am 'I' a no one?
Until I stand up
& prove ‘ME’ over someone

We fall again and again 
To be learned & wise
But with Bruises and the pain
Isn’t it tough to rise?

Past is said to be ‘gone’
Then why history repeats itself
Future is yet to ‘born’
Then why do we tense ourselves?

If we can do anything
Why can’t we conquer everything?
I guess you pondered over some things
Things you ignored as ‘A Few Nothings’!!!



Copyright © Priyum Bajaj | Year Posted 2015

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''A Glimpse''

   I saw this picture and it reminded me of many great and endless thoughts, dreams, wishes, but mainly my old life and how much more fun it could be now that I am older.
   If life used to be that beautiful and spontaneous why the hell did I let it ever end. Not just the girl- not even the girl. That passion for life, for the smallest thing t hat I take for granted now. On the picture it says love or lust.  
   Why not loving lust-lusting for love. Waking up in the morning laughing for no reason and having an adventure every day. I feel like I went to sleep eight years ago and I am just now slowly waking up.
   Better late than never.. to be honest this picture helped my self-induced coma. I simply felt that if I let myself feel for the person in the picture the way I did and things turned out the way they did. Well it kind of made me an ass....It also made me appreciate things that I never would have. I'll  be the first to admit that it is been way overdue. When I see this photo now I just smile and it reminds me that I am capable of whatever I want. I miss that feeling and I can' t believe I let it take this long. Any way, I am ready for a new life; I am not sure what is in front of me, but I am ready to find out.Ten years later she came back and we were engaged but karma didn't agree.Though when I wake I always smile you see.


Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2014

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Where the Meat Meets the Street

The motorcycle rooooooooared~~~~~
Like a ravenous lion 
	Over fresh kill, prancing, charging, pacing
It
	Moved through the hoard
Of migrating tourists, frightening the tamer
	More passive vagabonds
Lumbering
	Forward
		On cruise-control
The nameless helmeted driver
Melded with his machine,
	Head down. Spine arched, 
arms extended on the throttles~~
Blue-jeaned thighs embrace the chasse
A lovers grip..
	His forward charge parted the air
A back draft peeled the Harley black T-shirt from
His 	winter-white skin.
Spring had arrived late to New England.
Better late than never,
	The road hog squealed 
	Sex merely a throbbing growl away
As our lance less Lothario leaves
His own testosterone trail
	In an asphalt hail
		On the road north.



Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

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Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

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A Spring Roll

A spring roll!  You brought me a spring roll!
A mouthful and thank you.
Shrimp! - You warn me.
Allergic to?
A slow chew.

You're lucky I said.
No allergies.
But thank you.
There's less fear.
All clear.

Better late than never.
I forgive you.
More coffee.
Won't turn blue.
Some wash-brew.

and PHEW !


Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2013

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'' A Glimpse''

   I saw this picture and it reminded me of many great and endless thoughts, dreams, wishes, but mainly my old life and how much more fun it could be now that I am older.
   If life used to be that beautiful and spontaneous why the hell did I let it ever end. Not just the girl- not even the girl. That passion for life, for the smallest thing t hat I take for granted now. On the picture it says love or lust.  
   Why not loving lust-lusting for love. Waking up in the morning laughing for no reason and having an adventure every day. I feel like I went to sleep eight years ago and I am just now slowly waking up.
   Better late than never.. to be honest this picture helped my self-induced coma. I simply felt that if I let myself feel for the person in the picture the way I did and things turned out the way they did. Well it kind of made me an ass....It also made me appreciate things that I never would have. I'll  be the first to admit that it is been way overdue. When I see this photo now I just smile and it reminds me that I am capable of whatever I want. I miss that feeling and I can' t believe I let it take this long. Any way, I am ready for a new life; I am not sure what is in front of me, but I am ready to find out.Ten years later she came back and we were engaged to marry but karma didn't agree
                Though when i  wake, I
                                always  smile you see.                                                                                                     


Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2016

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Better Late Than Never

Did I get that much older
Or did he somehow get 
younger
Maybe the answer is buried 
somewhere in between. 
Grandad to my children
Forevermore dad to me
I see him now in a way I had 
never seen. 

Has he become more tolerant
Or I much more sedate
We now listen to listen to what 
the other has to say
I spent my youth in battles 
But have come to realize 
All conversation is not a 
familial battle play. 

I wanted what other families 
had
A dad who was always there
Ignoring his depth of personal 
sacrifice
He was thankful for the job he 
had 
Worked morning noon and 
night
He showed his deep undying 
love
To give his family a better life


Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014

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Better late than never

I've been waiting for you,
for so long.
Never thought one day,
I'd belong.
To someone who cared, 
for me.
Someone who'd always,
be there for me.

But,
Love comes to those who love,
and wait forever.
Don't give up hope, one day
you will be together.
When it comes to finding love...
better late than never.

So many years have passed, waiting,
for you to appear.
Almost given up hope,
being alone my greatest fear.

Then one day suddenly, you found me!
Showed me the love we both needed,
so desperately.
Now time stands still when we are together.
Don't give up, be patient.
because,
When it comes to finding love,
better late than never.

John Derek Hamilton  February28,2013  revised November 5,2015



Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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I wish

     
                                       I wish ...
 Dearly beloved
 I know not too many flattery words, but if I may then I should say;
You are as a shooting star, oh how I am continually persuaded to wish whenever I see you from afar.
More often I wish I knew of your existence, & between us I wish there lied no distance. They say “it’s better late than never,” but …
Wish I had met you first, let you feel the beat from my chest.
More than just a heartbeat, kind of feels like a rhythm of love.
Wish heaven knew I’d fall hard for you, & prepared comfortable your heart.
Wish I knew how to get to you, the map to your heart.
Wish I knew to be unique or better yet peculiar, so as to have you not say: ah, all men are the same.
Wish I knew to act better, raising no doubts; like maybe it’s just a game.
Wish I knew of a method with which I could prove …
-That my words are indeed true.
Wish I knew all you would want, & lavish you before you could even ask.
I wish it was the other way, when you said you were already taken
I wish there was another day, when you’d say it was mistaken
And how many more wishes have I if you asked?
Countless; I’d say, but the figures matter less.
There’s one too many, but all in all
I just wish I had you, Darling!


Copyright © Fred Chitanga | Year Posted 2015

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Dirty tricks liar wh a mirror tax production slam

I am watching liar
Go from tears to grace 
With the same indistinguishable sallow face
And emotional state of fluxed empathy
The frown conceals 
Beneath the brow of dirty tricks 
Without a flicker 
To wake's each day ever slicker
More experienced in the dark arts
His twisted seed imparts 
On plundered heart's 
Guilt and Shame
While he remains 
In an impenetrable bubble 
Distanced from the trouble 
The court's denied 
A jury of one's peers
From mouth to ears 
In the defendants chair
And the media glare
As a lie is caught
And the jury can not be bought
Better late than never
But the Devil is clever
And he doesn't accept no as an answer
Ask his victim's 
He doesn't adhere to the system 
He prey's on it
As his power enabled it





Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017

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To my Sons Your Farthers Instructions

The words I give you are sound
They have been my comfort
They have been my companion
This is Protocol never be anxious 
Be Slow to speak and quick to listen
And when in doubt, wait and think about it
Always respond and never react to a crisis
Never panic always remain the Master of your emotions
Guard your heart with all cost
Beware of Cupids Arrow
And the fiery darts of Satan
Hunt and gather and always remember
A wise son prepares for the winter
What is sought in a man is kindness
Never correct a scoffer less he hates you
Let no man take advantage of your sister
And the day will come listen
When Satan comes against you
Go into war as an Appache Warrior
Learn how to step quietly when Leaves are under your feet
Inside the Forest
And when you speak, speak as an oracle of God
Be thankful always
And be generous to those less fortunate
Collect and share knowledge
Theres not a man alive who knows everything
be aware, be careful
Don't listen to lips that flatter
Men are full of evil
They won't sleep until they seek your blood
And this Rainbow of Faith that I place over you
Remember God is real
And the only proof of his exsistence is the Devil
God is everlasting Love and tender Mercies
HE says " I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy
and I will harden whom I will harden"
Yes my Sons God gives and He takes away
He tests the heart of men
Men may do you evil, but God will mean it for your good
Fear no man, no not even the devil
The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom
Listen to that still small voice
For it is His guidance
And there is no need to fear the unknown 
For it is God Almighty who leads you into new directions
Be humble for you are my seed
Never follow another if he trys to lead you
If a man ask you to run a mile with him run two
The enemy sits and waits to twist your words
And we all make mistakes
Sit quietly when you suffer defeats
Learn from them and you will be a fine Leader
If you tell afriend I'm coming over tomorrow
Do everything in your power to arrive at the decided hour
And yes! it is always better late than never
Take cuation no man knows when his end will come
Wisdom says take heed to my words
For they will prolong your life on earth
A man has said it is better safe than sorry'
Well the one speaking says " If it ain't worth it don't take the risk"
And when a good woman is in an impossible situation
Come quick and never tarry
Boast to no one
For it is a matter of discretion
Respect Authurity
For your Freedom is worth more than a Kings ransom
Be ready to answer any man who questions you
Just be aware he is trying to trip you with his words
Violence should always be your last resort
Im telling you you must really be creative
God is not a deadend 
He is the way out of them


Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2012

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wisdom

better late than never mate, i spent 15 years right in a fog, kicked in the head by a bloody horse, i surfaced at 30 magog, wisdom came a bit late:) Don it was 1960 i was feeding my dads racehorse Gnu extra oats, to make it run faster, like redbull it gives em wings, ask any old cowboy, They the oat fed horses get very springy. horse on steriods almost, feeling their oats is the saying, that's true. So my horse started bucking with me when i was 15. Ambushed by the horse one foot slipped from the stirrup and i fell getting kicked in the head as well. Brain damage and double vision for 15 years till i surfaces at 30, and the fog lifted...


Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2012

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Grown Up

If you look me in the eyes what would you see?
Would you see me for what I have come to be?
Would you see the pain that I try so hard to hide?
Or do you think the way I have always acted and felt was a lie?

I try my best to live in the present and move on,
But people find it difficult to deal with me now that my patience is gone.
Do not give me your worries. I have plenty of my own.
I need to deal with my life now that I'm grown.
I'm sorry for the things I have done to offend anyone.
Better late than never even though what's done is done.

I know my stay on Earth is not guaranteed to be long.
God take away my pain and help me to remain strong.
Keep me from wrong and hide me from shame.
Let no one judge me as I will do the same.
I'm trying hard to change. Please stay right by my side
To help me when in need and to be my guide.


Copyright © Christina Hons | Year Posted 2015

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Finding Love

 Finding Love 
Your Love Lifted Me So High 
My Soul Soars like an Eagle in the Sky 
No More Darkness Do I Find 
At Last I Found Some Peace of Mind 

I Had Drifted for So Long 
Feeling Weak and Never Strong 
'Till Your Love Turned Me Around 
And Gave Me Strength That Does Abound 

I've Walked down Dusty Roads 
Packing Way Too Many Loads 
But the Weights Have All Been Lifted 
They Fell Away like Sand That's Shifted 

To Me It's All So New 
This Time I've Spent with You 
Too Much Was Gained to Call it Loss 
The Day They Nailed You to the Cross 

So Guide Me Through this Life 
Help Shield Me from All Strife 
I Wish I'd Known You from the Start 
And Believed in You with All My Heart
 
But Better Late than Never 
Now I Shall Live Forever 
Wrapped up Safe and Tight 
In the Warm Glow of Your Light


Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2014

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To my Sons Your Fathers Instructions

The words I give you are sound
They have been my comfort
They have been my companion
This is Protocol never be anxious 
Be Slow to speak and quick to listen
And when in doubt, wait and think about it
Always respond and never react to a crisis
Never panic always remain the Master of your emotions
Guard your heart with all cost
Beware of Cupids Arrow
And the fiery darts of Satan
Hunt and gather and always remember
A wise son prepares for the winter
What is sought in a man is kindness
Never correct a scoffer less he hates you
Let no man take advantage of your sister
And the day will come listen
When Satan comes against you
Go into war as an Appache Warrior
Learn how to step quietly when Leaves are under your feet
Inside the Forest
And when you speak, speak as an oracle of God
Be thankful always
And be generous to those less fortunate
Collect and share knowledge
Theres not a man alive who knows everything
be aware, be careful
Don't listen to lips that flatter
Men are full of evil
They won't sleep until they seek your blood
And this Rainbow of Faith that I place over you
Remember God is real
And the only proof of his exsistence is the Devil
God is everlasting Love and tender Mercies
HE says " I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy
and I will harden whom I will harden"
Yes my Sons God gives and He takes away
He tests the heart of men
Men may do you evil, but God will mean it for your good
Fear no man, no not even the devil
The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom
Listen to that still small voice
For it is His guidance
And there is no need to fear the unknown 
For it is God Almighty who leads you into new directions
Be humble for you are my seed
Never follow another if he trys to lead you
If a man ask you to run a mile with him run two
The enemy sits and waits to twist your words
And we all make mistakes
Sit quietly when you suffer defeats
Learn from them and you will be a fine Leader
If you tell a friend I'm coming over tomorrow
Do everything in your power to arrive at the decided hour
And yes! it is always better late than never
Take cuation no man knows when his end will come
Wisdom says take heed to my words
For they will prolong your life on earth
A man has said it is better safe than sorry'
Well the one speaking says " If it ain't worth it don't take the risk"
And when a good woman is in an impossible situation
Come quick and never tarry
Boast to no one
For it is a matter of discretion
Respect Authurity
For your Freedom is worth more than a Kings ransom
Be ready to answer any man who questions you
Just be aware he is trying to trip you with his words
Violence should always be your last resort
Im telling you you must really be creative
God is not a deadend 
He is the way out of them


Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2012

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first through the ribbon

when upon grasping in the fridge
for a bottle of hot sauce
amidst the myriad of styles
collected for the taste,
her/his hand grasped hold of a
teriyaki hot sauce,
something of which s/he him/herself
thought that s/he’d created
one early eve,
upon returning from work
with a hungry stomach &
nothing but frozen potatoes to
microwave & just a little butter
to be had---
whence administering the cayenne 
sauce, of which Frank’s was all 
that roamed free in the vacant
box of ice,
s/he’d chosen to mix it with the soy sauce
left over from an attempt at a 
Schezwan dish a few nights earlier &
in retrospect, the taste was
something that s/he swore s/he’d repeat,
given the right circumstances &
the right desire.

when s/he was younger &
tinkering in her/his dad’s garage, s/he
nailed two leather straps to two corresponding
planks of wood, then
slipping her booted feet in,
s/he got atop a snow hill & slid down
with her/his weight a few feet,
before falling face down in the snow
that had not yet really packed in &
alas,
s/he didn’t let the light bulb glow further,
instead, discovering with the rest of us later
that this invention would come to be known as
the “snowboard” &
that “snowboarding” would become a zillion dollar
industry---
so,
one can imagine that when s/he saw that
some company who makes hot sauces,
had already put two & two together,
mixing soy sauce with a cayenne based sauce,
s/he was quite dissatisfied to say the least &
after unscrewing the cap, licking the top to check
the taste,
the anger built up inside &
s/he him/herself felt that s/he was one step away 
from smashing the bottle on the kitchen floor
in a fit of rage,
because s/he’d have to go on working the rest of
his/her life,
when joe/jen schmo would get to live out 
the rest of their lives
sipping Mai Tais, greased up in coconut oil on
some beach---
but then that light bulb did kick in, 
if not better late than never
&
s/he did not smash the bottle,
because after all,
it was goddamned tasty.  


Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2012

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BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

Birthdays come, and Birthdays go,
Yours is past, as you well know,
Not really sure why I forgot,
Could it have been an evil plot,
I always have good intention,
Just too busy, worth a mention,
Better slow down, smell the roses,
Stop the grindstone, save the noses,
You’re thought ‘bout, more often that not,
You’re in my prayers, never forgot,
So I say with no reservation,
Gotta stop this procrastination,
So in closing, I’m thinkin’ of you,
One in Mass. and One in Muzoo.


Copyright © Sammy Holt Sr | Year Posted 2005

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Food for thought

A stitch in time could save nine that makes sense
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, that’s recompense
By hook or by crook, by the skin of your teeth, as old as the hills
You’re as young as you feel; come what may, keep taking the pills

Don’t upset the applecart, many a true word said in jest
Cut off your nose to spite your face, a change is as good as a rest
Nothing is certain but death and taxes, on a wing and a prayer
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, let the buck stop here

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, diamonds are forever
Better being safe than sorry, better late than never
A riddle wrapped up in an enigma, you have been warned
Because hell hath no fury like a woman that’s been scorned


Copyright © Pamela Griffiths | Year Posted 2009

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IT'S A CHRISTMAS CAROL

In a cold and rainy day
I perceive the winds that blow away
Raindrops plummet on the ground
With its strong and deafening sound
 
Though the heaven isn’t clear
But laughter is what I hear
Little children feel so much excitement
For it would be their awaited moment
 
But not all are ready for their presentation
What I can see are movements and actions
“Oh yes teacher! This is the day,
But can we have a final practice, is it okay?”
 
I nod my head with a smile
So I’ve wait for a while
Jolly moves and sweet voices
With so much enthusiasm on their faces
 
I call everybody’s attention
So we could start the presentation
But some kids are not yet around
They aren’t yet in the school bound
 
“Where are they?” I ask
“Ma’am, they are still preparing props”
Kids respond with a sad heart
Then I inform them that we are about to start
 
Seconds and minutes of waiting
But yet, no one is coming
Outside their eyes are staring
And minds are too busy thinking
 
I decide to start the caroling
And so the first group starts singing
But then they are still hoping
That their colleagues are coming
 
At the end of the occurrence they arrive
With nervousness that is so hard to hide
Teary-eye they came
But no one to blame
 
 
They’re thinking that their efforts are useless
For it seems that there are no chances
They feel too hopeless
And lose their self confidence
 
I do my part as teacher
Words of encouragement for them to be better
“It’s okay my dear”
“It’s better late than never”
 
It’s a Christmas carol
They’re bringing attractive decors
Excellent grades are what they want to savor
Eager to end it with flying colors
 
I bestow them another chance
For they are in good hands
I want them to succeed and be happy
Their success is what I want to see

by : JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
dedicated to : Grade VI pupils of Calatrava I  Central School
December 11, 2013


Copyright © Joyzel Mae Sotes | Year Posted 2014

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speak up

Everyday,
We saw eachother,
Spoke,
And kept walking..
Little did you know,
I had a crush on you;
But telling you was making me die slow…
We’d eye eachother at Track practice,
Every afternoon..
Not knowing that I’d be leaving soon..
Not knowing that the feelings I had
For you,
Were mutual;
It could’ve been,
Should’ve been,
And if we would’ve spoke up,
We would’ve been…
But now,
We’ve shared our feelings,
Between both hearts,
And it feels like we should’ve
Spoken up from the start,
But hey;
Better late than never,
But never late is better…
What hurts worse,
Saying something and wishing you hadn’t 
Or
Not saying something and wishing you had…


Copyright © T'Keyah Wilder | Year Posted 2012