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The Battle Between Light And Dark

I saw a light shining down on me
Thought it was the end of time.
And I just couldn’t let it 
I turned to face the bringer 
But he just walked away
Maybe now I can live to fight another day.

Wax and feathers won’t stand the test of time
Falling like a stone only to be shot out again
If you can’t stand your captors, then don’t do the crime
I can’t walk away this time
In silence here I stand alone 
Climbing the walls is the only thing we can do.

Then darkness fell all around the town
I heard the sound of heartbeats all at once
Screams rang out long into the night
Voices rising and falling
Now after all, it could all end here
Then I heard nothing but the sound of silence.

All of a sudden a light began to appear  
A million eyes all opening at once
It was nothing like anything I had seen before
But there was hesitation and apprehension
It all seemed to land on one man’s decision
I want to believe, I want to smile
And then the doors open and I see a new Eden.

Copyright © Rob Meader | Year Posted 2008

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'Twas the night before Christmas, I’d forgotten the sprouts So I sent an urgent plea to the local boy scouts I’d remembered the crackers, the turkey and ham but my guests would expect sprouts, so I was in a jam The scout leader admitted that I was in a pickle and he said my family were all somewhat fickle I said Uncle Bert just adored eating brussels then he’d fart for days with his lax sphincter muscles The scout leader had a plan, it is so well thought out He'd call each scout’s mother to donate just one sprout Every scout hurries round with one sprout in their hands soon I have plenty of veg to sate my guest’s demands On Christmas Day the relations ring my door bell Pat barges into my kitchen; she makes my life hell At one time she cooked meals for guys in the Navy So she has to check if there are lumps in MY gravy On the stroke of one o’clock I dish up the food Uncle Bert belches loudly, that man is so rude They devour all the turkey and round stuffing balls By the end of the main course I’m climbing the walls! They don’t offer to help, so I fetch the dessert Uncle Bert drips brandy butter all over his shirt Then they guzzle the cheese and finish the wine Bert then farts profusely, he’s a disgusting swine Then we sit round the TV to listen to the Queen Bert’s eaten too much, his face has turned green Pat gives me a present, of a hand knitted jumper It’s three sizes too big, I just want to thump her They’ve descended on me these last fifteen years I ask if they’ll reciprocate, my words fall on deaf ears They never say thank you, they drink all my booze Next year they can whistle, I’m booking a cruise! Twas the night before Christmas Contest Sponsored by Joseph May 11/24/18

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2018

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I Write This Poem Somewhat In Fear

It was just after I posted 
My last two poems
Our precious poetrysoup
Went Ka Boom

With hope I pray I wasn't the cause 
Of the dreadful fall
But I must get something off  my chest
My son-in-law is climbing the walls

You see he read his poem
And called me a liar
He said he may let me keep my cane
But the coke will have to go
Unless it is a real small cup
With lots of ice or snow

So with head hung low 
I must make a correction to my verse
He only cut the bottom off one bottle 
Not two like I was assumed

And then he reminded me
He had to drop to the floor on one more chore
He had to retrieve my cane for me
Once more

I guess he really had been abused
But there is one thing he doesn't know
His daughters friend has made for him
His very own pair of BEER GOGGLES

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2008

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As light plays upon the dark, that moon through stained glass windows
cutting a swarth across cobbled floors.
It seeps into the cracks like it's found home at last 
How a distant piano to a curious ear attracts
a de'javu moment and yet it is unwritten. 
You follow the fleeting seeking some origin
reaching out for inspiration as if it were original sin
All recitations from what remains unwritten
Those words hidden under the tongue just below the surface of a heart.
Contour of an image meant to be lived, yet remains unchanged, namelessly forgotten.
Its a melancholy of indecision climbing the walls of narrow passages like wisteria
you adhere to the impulse to cover all that once lay bare.
I drag tired fingers around the next bend, the next barrier
is more impressive than the last.
There’s an attempt to grasp something in the lapse between thoughts
to trade abstract beliefs for the tangible, it is enough to inspire devotion. 
a shadow climbs the wall only to stall in its climax
abiding but a remnant of the unwritten.
Something is always left in these corners where candles aid their illumination
and thoughts drift elsewhere in the dancing theatre of undefined movements.
The unknowing becomes vagabond to the warmest of comforts.
You find yourself in these blankets of cloud cover observing holes in the disguise.
The veil suddenly lifted, experience immediate, no longer a stranger
so you can gaze upon these mirrors and hasten that journey toward home
Home, your feeling is kept fleeting, A temporal haven so you can continue repeating
these steps that lead you towards the perfect escape.
Always almost there... In this world of smoke and mirrors
Trapped in illusion that holds time obscurely 
"The Unwritten"
So we bend beneath the wing of watching eyes.
Trenched in the words of silver tongues, frozen by the voice of awkward edges
For if the unwritten were to be before its time, If it were to flee, 
to break free and roam; Become the breeze through these hallowed halls
of desperate belief.
To write the unwritten...
Then though they'd cry and shout and leap, No wall could stretch from sea to sky
Nor any kingdom stop it.
It is etched on the soul more deeply than stone
And we have given it a name...

                                         Our Destiny

Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2015

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I Am Just Me

So much going through my mind these days
Trying to be patient and wait for it all to fade
I want someone to love me by whats in my heart
But most guys don't know how to be that smart

Their all looking for me to be perfect with no flaws
Yet even I sometimes feel like climbing the walls
I just want to be loved like everybody else does
Many times I have wished that I was

Some of you men just need to wake up
And quit being scared to get a dose of love in your cup
Because I got plenty to give you see
But so many of you want accept me

I'm just me what you see is what you get
If you would just get to know me you want regret
But for now guess I will go back to dealing with life
Even though at times it brings heartache and strife

Copyright © Rose Stephens | Year Posted 2015

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Oh, my love touch me 
touch me like you never touched me before
let your love water the rose 
I don't know why I feel like this
but I know I need more of it
But somehow I always get tangeled up into a web
of what isn't nice for my pride
being your bride
Oh, but never worrie 
because right now your doing fine
Oh, my love let the rose water you
let you feel all the passion it needs to give
I will forgive we're not that blind
to the unkind
go deeper down inside 
to feel the warmth silk of the rose
this love is worth more 
so keep on trying 
let go of the lying
don't push what we have to the aside again
Oh, my love ,touch me 
and never let the rose wither to the wind
I wanna be good for you
I want love to be good to us
I don't mean to be bad
but there is times you make me so sad
But right now you are making me so glad 
Sweet love of mine 
I'll always be the the best you will ever find
I am the queen of all your dreams 
I will have you climbing the walls over me 
Oh, my love, just waite and see
I will be all you need
I hope I'm not being to mean ?
I just know all your needs 
so, never hide it from me 
Oh, my love, know need to knock down my door
come on in and let me pour you some wine
I'll be light on you 
I even set a candle out just for me and you
Oh, my love , touch me right hear
while we dance in so much romance
I wanna feel you breath on me
tonight this passion will never end 
what we have is the love you dreamed of 
things has changed in your game
that is pushing me to play in the hands of you
I think you pushed me too far
and I am pushing back 
I feel the need to reach for you
I need your loving touch
come to me and touch me 
don't let the rose dry 
you know it don't matter
what we feel to night
who is wrong or right
Lets just do it for the passion 
for the love for the queen
that comes to you in all your dreams .

Poetic Judy Emery 

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

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We should only eat six sprouts at Christmas Deem the council who are in Leicestershire Its no joke, it’s a serious message at Xmas To reduce waste and not make it higher We must cut back on crisp pigs in blankets And should only have three stuffing balls Also cut back on spuds and fluffy Yorkshire puds Gee I’m going to be climbing the walls! I love to eat sprouts at my Christmas dinner There will be NO sprout restriction for me I’m rebelling; you may call me a sinner There'll be piles of sprouts when I eat tea Yes I’m going to load up my plate Those officials can just go to hell I’ll eat sprout after sprout after spout And then let out a disgusting smell The council’s intentions are honourable Of that there are no doubts But Leicester County Council Keep your mitts off my Brussel sprouts! 12/21/17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

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I am already working hard to make it through today
No desire, I am uninspired
And I just can’t find a way
I am bogged down in a physical prison
Under a darker cloud that obscures my vision
My head and heart collide
And I am not sure which side I am on…

There is good and bad
What I have or used to have does not matter anymore
There is happy and sad
But I am out in the hall between two locked doors
I am climbing the walls
Stretching beyond my imagination
But my fascination with the game has waned a great deal
My heart and head collide
And I am still not sure which side I am on…

Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2012

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MEDICAL MADNESS   My scars from a misdiagnosis are my armor 

Lord, old memories plague me in the darkness 
And as they rear their ugly head 
They only remind me of all that I've lost 
My life, my freedom, and my children are dead 
Dear God, please forgive my anger 
For these transgressions that I see 
But the medical madness that I have lived through 
Almost got the better of me 
I have no more need for food or sleep 
What I crave most are the sun and air 
But, when I look out the window of my sanctuary 
I see no signs of the truth anywhere out there 
Dear God, it's you I've turned to the most 
For answers, courage, and faith 
And as I read these medical reports of cruelty 
Anger washes over me, replacing the hate 
My Lord, I have, but five days to go 
Can I hold onto the hope that he'll come to my aid? 
I can't close my eyes, I can't find any peace 
From the pain these doctors continually create 
I see clearly such torture in one operation 
And I shake with the echo of hearing my pleas 
During the procedure, I felt what they were doing 
And when I slipped into unconsciousness, fear followed me 
When I woke up in recovery, I felt only doom 
All I've done for so long was cry, plead and beg 
Now I felt something more when I turned on my machine 
The electricity was not reaching my back but was running down both my legs 
The same surgeon that implanted the first medical device on my spine 
Made an error, turned his back, ignoring my pain 
And as I read over his remarks in my medical file 
It leaves me reeling in sorrow, reeling in shame 
Once again, I was sent back to my prison of silence 
I lost the job that I loved and my friends of nine years 
I had to find a new surgeon, but no one would touch me 
And each night I lay down on my pillow of tears 
It took three long years to find another surgeon 
He said he would reposition the wires, and put them in place 
He smiled as he spoke and promised to help me 
I smiled back through my fear, as I looked up at his face 
I believed what he promised, but I felt like a fool 
As I waited daily in my bed for his call 
Severe depression took over, and as days turned into months 
My doctor couldn't reach him, and I was climbing the walls 
My doctor's husband took over and went to his office 
Not leaving until he got my surgery date 
Workers Compensation harassed me, wouldn't leave me in peace 
They wanted me working, and they wouldn't wait 
The day finally came; I had my fifth operation 
Another surgeon opened me up, creating a mess 
When I woke up much later, I felt such foreboding 
When I turned on my machine, I screamed from the stress 
Something was wrong with the wiring; the current was closer 
But, still gave me no comfort as it had done before 
I looked up at the surgeon, feeling lost and sedated 
I asked God, how I would get over being sliced open once more 
Two weeks later, I was back for my sixth operation 
God helped me prepare my mind for what was to come 
The wires were fixed, and it was finally over 
I went home feeling gratitude for what had been done 
Alone with my sorrow, my mind and body felt mangled 
I recovered slowly a few more years gone 
I asked God for assistance in clearing my heart 
I tried to forgive the ones who had done me wrong 
Five years passed quickly, lost in depression and pills 
I needed Workers Compensation to help me update my skills 
The office software had changed from five years ago 
I asked my caseworker for help but received a flat, "No." 
I was still in grave shock as I hung up the phone 
There was no one beside me; I was completely alone 
I needed some hope I then called her manager 
And the kindness in his voice helped sooth some of my anger 
I paid into this system from the time I was ten 
Workers Comp cared nothing about me or the hell I'd been in 
When I asked them for help, their stoic response caused me shame 
They still said I was faking, writing I had "low back pain" 
I questioned my disability pension asking what that was based on 
When I showed them the truth, they treated me like an ex-con 
Why would I have to lie, or pretend to have pain? 
They paid me meager wages; I had nothing to gain 
The neurotransmitters they paid thousands for, electrocuted me twice 
They would have paid for a fourth, but I had a choice 
My adjudicator asked me nothing, and they cared even less 
That my depression got worse, and my body and mind were a mess 
When I cried on the phone, they had no empathy 
They said those were the rules; they had to follow policy 
I had to hustle and find a job, even though I was a wreck 
Other resources wouldn't help me, and they cut off my cheque 
It's been twenty-nine years and all that I know 
Are the mangled scars on my back, and nothing to show 
I still fight this corrupt Workers Comp system that refuses to care 
And each day I still ask God, what's the reason I'm here... 

© Brenda Keough..AKA Giggles the Poet March 13, 2014 

God made me a poet in 1985 after a misdiagnosis "rhomboid muscle strain,' but it was a broken rib in my upper back, left in for a year, leaving me with nerve damage.  But it brought ignorance and destruction to my door.  for 35 years, something that won't happen to anyone else on my watch.... And for every loss, a beautiful poem was spoken to give me a new perspective and hope...

The in-between of an injured worker's life life is more than a destructive thought....more than a label, and more than a disability...... Awareness and Inspiration 

I made it, and so can you.  Today I'm a Counsellor and Empowerment Coach, helping rebuild/repair/reprogram the minds of God's angels, empowering them to STEP INTO THEIR GREATNESS


Copyright © Giggles the Poet Brenda Keough | Year Posted 2018

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Ceiling Destination

Final romantic aviation aspiration destiny.
Only for impossibility to cruelly belly ache against man,
Because encompassing the heart seem mystifying lost.
Prayers come with moments of emotional bondage,
Caught in a web of entanglement me.
Never getting into the simple Heaven,
So it seems event every.
Mute communion this morning,
Climbing the walls of the horizon coloring of one,
Birds of darken prey,
Trying to shake me,
Nevertheless this has to be,
Journeying beyond me & everything under the sun.
Hanging for dear life of soul bound,
Spirit determine to carry on,
Stakes are high,
So is Your reach,
Praying I know is enough,
Sometimes one most enter the insane of the matter.
Caressing the otherside floor with my lips,
The place You tread,
Simply "Thanking You" with  kisses.
Time You only know what I have done with,
No hiding the facts under the earthly rug,
Here I am,
Honored for life I have on Earth-

Christmas gift to the Lord-

Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006

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Gotta Get Out The House

Gotta get out the house, gotta leave,
My sanity needs some reprieve,
That two little boys,
Could make so much noise -
You’d have to be here to believe!

Before, I’d no concept at all,
Of the phrase “We are climbing the walls” ,
But now it appears, 
We are wall mountaineers,
Trying to flee from the mess and the brawls.

We’ve tried castles, museums, a wood,
Hit the park way more times than we should,
Our purses are thickets,
Of passes and tickets,
Cos not being home is soooo good.

Our bank account’s screams are dramatic:
“No more lunch! No more fuel! I can’t hack it!”
“No more bribes!” (Yes - they’re wrong -
But they move things along -
And we call it “being pragmatic”!)

So into the car and away!
The safari park’s waiting today!
To the monkey house! Yes,
It might look quite a mess -
But OUR house will look worse if we stay!

Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018

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I love you my child
You were born to be wild
You popped your balloon
Then quickly smiled.  

Your very first word was ball
You pointed to every circle you saw
Ball, ball, ball, ball 
on the wall, down the hall
The only thing you said at all

Then it was tractor trailers and trucks
Bullets, guns and four point bucks
You were climbing the walls as I went nuts
A quick little kid, leaving trails of dust

You were quick to walk and quick to talk
You quickly mastered what was taught
You were quick to do things on your own
It should be no surprise, how quick you've grown

But I miss the days when you were small
Saying uh oh when you would fall
Tripping on my heels, down the hall
Every moment shared, I miss it all

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017

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climbing the walls
cracks and burrows
dodging mangles and tangles
dead ends
no bends
fire and ice
and ice hurts more
once twice thrice
but hey!
I'm a mess
creak crack
(yes my crack hurts too)
broken back
arms dragging sagging and blue
but hell I'm here!
and hail that too!

Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017

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Tough Love

Today my son broke my heart,
those hateful words, touched every part.

His life in turmoil, for his actions done,
I guess he just had to blame someone.

A son with only a mother, is very hard,
trying to guide him, I failed from the start.

A man in a way, and a child in the other,
I only know how to be his mother.

Regret I feel for asking him to leave,
but now it's time to worry about me.

Out all night, he never calls,
I stay up late, climbing the walls.

Dreading to hear, a knock at the door,
way past midnight, i'm walking the floor.

Tough love is something, I didn't want to do,
but the time has come, and this I had to do.

Good luck my son, now you must go,
this does not mean, I don't love you. 

You are a man, so stand on your on,
make a good life, make you a home.

Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007