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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

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Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013




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RISE AND SHINE

Islet is cold.
Iris is not.
	The moon is frozen.	
        The sun is hot.
The morning has come 
        and it’s time to get up.
Rise and shine my people! 
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Sponsor	Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name	The Great ITTY BITTY Poetry Contest 
Date of Entry.     03/30/2014
 



Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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He was the one to stop me


Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun ,
counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son ,
the time never came , but I passed a dozen of month ,
where my master stopped me , leering at me like a beast of hunt .

I heard the legato of my wife - flowing with the midnight winds ,   
working continuously with no rest , logging all the work of my master -    who is malign ,
he - such a maniac , who stopped me from having sufficient food ,
coming from the dark lands of Mombasa ,  never came to know their kind of manhood .

Oh my dearest wife and son , I wish you knew the worst state of mine ,
I cried and prayed to my almighty Lord , - "When would I get rid of this worst - twinge ! ,"
I cried and cried till it became dawn , where the soil cried too - for thirst on and on ,
my eyes began remembering of the majestic "Magpie" , crying for nights in the native land of mine .

I kept on thinking for you my love , but my sinew grew weedy and  frail ,
never think for your frailty , for I have left you with nothing - but personality ,
the world is a stage which is too callous , no place for us , but only  devilry ,
  say no to your failure , keep inviting your success - for there is no time for me to exhale .

Now, there is no time for me to seek success , for my body is completely useless ,
I have no pain, no fear, no joy , for I have left the stage fearless ,
I defeated my fiendish owner ,who kept me far from my wife and son ,
that comes the end of my life , the setting period of my sun ... .


Copyright © Mohammed Rakibul Hossain | Year Posted 2014

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detroit river walks

detroit river walks
to stroll the scenic view the breeze takes wind grabbing your hair river walks down belle aire _________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 25, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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When The Wolf Cies

 When The Wolf Cries 
The wolf cries out to the great chief in loneliness, pain and sorrow/ Not because his pack is hungry but because his people are hungry/ He cries because he smells defeat and anguish among his own/ He hears their life, their death and he hears their dreams…….
 The wolf cries out to what seems like nothingness for some thingness/ He cries not because his pack is changing but because his people are changing/ He sees very few cultural leaders left if anymore left and many more young lost souls that continue to follow/ He cries because his very own pack has divided themselves among their own culture and very own way of life…….
 He cries not because his people are now living but because his very own culture is dying/ So he cries out for a leader to step up above all obstacles and bring back the dream of the buffalo so that it may roam again in our minds and our young hearts again/ He yearns for the dream of not one but many leaders to walk up our own staff’s high altitude to humbleness and gratitude/
 He cries because he can see that we are killing each other but more important is ourselves/The eagle seems to be caged and our warriors of many become imprisoned from death and self-destruction which can seem like the end of the trail/ But the day is coming when he will see a young modern day chief walk that less traveled path so that once again his people and their very own dreams on eagle wings fly when the WOLF WILL TRULY CRY……..


Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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23 TO GO

I wake up to the radio, the cops have this suspect on the run
who dives out of my speaker and is brandishing a gun.
He jumps off of my balcony but before he hits the ground
becomes the victim of a drive by that is going down.
I open up a coffee can, I'm needing some caffeine
when out jumps illegal aliens who run fleeing from the scene.
They dive into a mailbox where agents for the CDC
are investigating some anthrax conspiracy.

Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.

The suicidal mullah and the martyr fission guard
are fencing with the fuel rods of the Babylon Jihad.
All the foam fanged infidels with their bottle rocket brains
start launching their scenarios for a nuclear exchange.
Out on the worried boulevard nervous heads explode
from all the terror elevated pressure overloads.
It starts a circus stampede of the psychotropic hoard
who rush down to the pharmacy for the Prozac smorgasbord.

Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.


Copyright © John Wilowski | Year Posted 2012

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Sun and Fire

    I walked down the road, on a sunny day, warm beaming rays upon my forehead
      Feeling of exhaustion by the sun almost hot as fire out
, I am left out in the warmth Of fire and sun , wishing for a hand to bring me to a cool place of ease 
         I will never walk down alone again for the sun has got me weeping
                   And yearning for a cold ice drink
   	
By Brian Otoole




Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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CYCLES IN CIRCLE

I bought a push bicycle, 
What a tired to peddle?

I bought a motor cycle,
Then went for a car,

My belly swollen,like a pregnant ma,
No way to go than gym ha,

The gym way to slim peddling cycle!
The gym way to slim tiring cycle!!





Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2016

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Never too far away

I know your spirit lingers here 
Your always with me till the bitter end 
Just too painful to talk about 
So I write this poem to inspire 
Wishing I could see you in the flesh 
Hopeing for a miracle 
But I know deep within my heart 
Your never too far away 
I'll always keep you with me in my heart 
That steady burns inside 
I think of when I was happy 
And all those dark and dampend clouds 
Start to fade away 
In loving faith I'll find comfort 
And like the birds that fly gracefully in the sky 
I will always see your image within those ivory clouds 
Long as I look upon to the ivory clouds 
I'll always know your never too far away 
   
  By Brian Otoole


Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Wish-full thinking

I wish that nothing ever changed
That is impossible
People changes
People leave
And sometimes you are left with no explanation at all
People make promises they never intended to keep
Like the guy in the Park telling the girl that they would be toghter forever
Or maybe they could have been if things were to stay the same
If noting ever changed
If feelings didn't change if the worls just stayed the same

I wish that noting ever changed
That would be kind of childish of me to ask for things I should be carefully wishing for
It takes a lot for a person to change 
I guess for the world its the same
Never sticking to something and something never sticks.


I think i should keep my wish for something that truly matters
Not that the world don't matter but in order for us to grow things has to change
In order for us to change things has to take place

Lost memory's making flashes between my eyes
Lost love a heavy burden hanging across my heart
Regrets I have that was probably never intended for me

We live in a cruel world with cruel peole and it makes it hard to see the good one's
It makes it hard to see the good that is in the world
And even harder to admit that change has to happen


Copyright © Weydene Winster | Year Posted 2016

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Acquiesce ,my first sonnet

awake I graze the naked mind undone, 
my contemplations shuffle off to her 
and no halfhearted muse, no not a one 
eclipses her insoluble liqueur, 
nor any stirring of the thoughts distill 
the past forgotten heartaches and remorse; 
and years will shed their years and on until 
the perfume dissipates and then of course 
her eyes will lose something, eventually, 
her features, now, less vivid than before, 
but now the night has other plans for me, 
and she will be my black hole paramour, 
   in time, I’ll think not on her fading face, 
   tonight, just let me think one last embrace.


Copyright © GIRISHA SUNEJA | Year Posted 2013

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Cloves in Oranges

cloves in oranges
cinnamon and rain
steam condenses
on cabinets and windows
and as tears
on bric-a-brac angels
purely decorative
their existence in
my mother’s kitchen
I never understood


Copyright © Forrest Pasky | Year Posted 2017

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Home

Home 
Like dry bones I thirst for home 
My body loans for a place 
Where everything seems normal 
A place where the red sky meets the sun burnt ground  
A place where you hear the sound of wild horses that roam without care.
A place that dares to stair at your emotions. 
A place of culture and history 
A place where You can hear the whaling cries of my ancestors as the white man pulled there children from their death like grips. 
A place where you hear the echo of guns and cracking of whips that ring though trees And down hills 
Why. Why do I lone for home 
The place where I hear the cries that makes you so depressed that you fore sake yourself and you trace your vains wire. Never too deep never enough to scare But enough to fell the pain. Enough to feel the scream inside. Enough to almost make the cries stop. 
Enough to make my spirit be at peace for them short seconds. So why... why do I loan for home. When the whole time I was there I had a vail of darkness over my head not letting me see the light... 
why... why do I loan? 







Copyright © Robert Gordon | Year Posted 2016

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always under a spell senryu

second hand smoke on break
addicted to the routine
tomorrow the same


Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2016

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We Celebrate the Flag

We Celebrate the Flag
By Franklin Price
6/14/2016

We celebrate the flag today
Long may it wave above
It represents the U.S.A
The country that we love

Fly it proudly, fly it high
Don't let it touch the ground
Honor and salute it 
As long as you're around

Those who would degrade it
Bring dishonor to its name
Do not deserve to live here
To respect it's not a game

Many died to keep it
Flying o'er this land we love
It represents the “who” we are
Long may it wave above


Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016