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One More Time

The voyage long, begun at dawn, and then
the winged beast of metal rolls wheels to ground,
loved ones, inside and out, bear only grins,
and recount old tales of "remember whens?"
The hours of waiting fast recede, unwound,
as passengers embrace their long lost kin,
they grab their bags, head toward waiting cars
with hope and faith, forget the "might have beens."
"Worth the wait?" said Gram, Gramp smiles without a sound.
His son beams at 'the wife' and passes round cigars.
The world is right and bright again.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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                                 Crushed dreams exploded friendships eroded,
                                  stubbornness, selfishness and ego interceded,
                                  expectations of true friendships forever eroded. 

                                  Mystique, curiosity gives the urge to peek,
                                  but critiques week after week , send a message
                                                 there's a mean streak.
                                  Always like a kid wanting to be applauded,or a
                                  confused adult needing to be lauded, friendly at
                                  times, ugly at others .

                                                     Yoyo idiosyncrasies    
                                   flexing like Jekyll and Hyde, a crazy pretender,
                                   never had a nurturer, stuck in mixed moods
                                    one that love and friendships eludes

Copyright © Joan Williams | Year Posted 2015

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God with us

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2011

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Dreams and Reality

Dreams and Reality

I met her in the Book-Fair, three days the fair lasted
And she was spotted on all days, browsing and buying my books
Eyeing me without talking; I could read her mind in her looks
As the tip of her lip touched my book cover image. The posted

Message on the wall of my heart conveyed her dreams and fixed
Them across my mind. So, I took the first step and blasted her diffidence
With a gentle smile, getting a charming smile with a girlish confidence.
That’s it; with ignited throbs we spent days; she then asked, ”What next?”

“A Long Poem in the pipeline and a pulp fiction in printing,”
She seemed bewildered. And we finished the day without talking more.
The next day, she was more silent, and then asked in haste, “What more?”
“A Mock Epic for my taste and a Romantic fiction to make it trending.”

I talked about books and more books as she talked with her looks; mere looks!
And we parted there, like crooks; realizing- life is more than books and looks!

Copyright © Swamidhason Francis | Year Posted 2015

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Jesus Christ' Parable - The Wedding Feast

Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14

He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table. 
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor. 
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
 Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place. 
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
 'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
 Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table. 
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him 
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment. 
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind; 
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you. 
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

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Life is good and God is life
Start where you are; live your life
Give birth to yourself; don’t wait for a mid-wife
I know that everybody dies; we know that not everybody lives
Can’t be done thinking thanks; still holding to the green leaves
I haven’t made it yet; still have hopes to make it in future
Nobody knows tomorrow; the things to happen, we only hope to picture
What they take for granted today seemed impossible yesterday, to structure
I want to be used for a greater purpose; far way bigger than myself
Life is good; I want it to be better for I, Me and Myself.

 I wrote a letter to time, asking him for more time
The things I hope to accomplish in future is enormous; I need more than time
Checks and balances; everything being equal, my life is balanced
Heard equality is unattainable; many still feed on diets that are not balanced
Could it be that life is not fair to some people? Is it then dark?
So far there is life, there is hope; this is beyond the slate minds that are blank
Imitation is limitation I heard; Am so busy trying to make my own impression
My impressions will be baseless if I don’t conquer the limits of my limitation
Thank God for the gift of life; be happy and free to live your God-giving life
Life is good; Yes! It will be better for all have life and still strife.

The future is so competitive; I have the best in anticipation
To the best of memory; All in the past has been solidification of the foundation
I pray, the temple of my life doesn’t fall; still clinging to the help from above
You are the captain of the ship of your life; let no pirate sail above
You are in charge, take control of your ship and sail against the tides of the sea
With a focused third eye; all that you seek to look, you will surely see
These walls don’t keep a secret; Am obsessed with life, want to keep living
Making plans to not just exist but to live a life that I will make my own living
Life is everybody’s priority; we all have our different priorities in life
Life is so beautiful that even death seeks for a life.

Dedicated to my dearest friend Jennifer…
Live your life baby…

Copyright © Victor Alexander | Year Posted 2013

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Under The Palm Tree

sitting in the shade of a palm tree 
came here seeking for answers 
from modern cities,I flee 
to the bosom of my ancestors  
up to the blue bed,rising my dusted eye 
on the horizon to the west 
to the shining sun where it lie 
knights on horseback,rising dust 
 hunting for phantoms so thirsty 
for life battles will last 
want nothing less than victory 
everything is passing by me so fast 
sands tickling my face,whispering "hey"
  wake up it is end of the day 

Copyright © Arabian Poet | Year Posted 2015

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Knowing that you exist in my heart
Even when you always decked on your hat
To lure the one that has giving you tough 
Times as you often attempt to ride on the rough
Edges of her frigid and rigid mind,
One is not amazed that blind 
Love can easily turn someone wild
Although the individuals with mild 
Hearts sometimes falls into wrong
Hands and it takes quite a long
Time to realize that infatuation
Breeds unwarranted tension and depression
Caused by emotional hurts and heartbreak,
That is usually the end story of a fake.
 A poem written by Uche ken Okologo. 4/30/2013

Copyright © OKOLOGO UCHE KEN | Year Posted 2013

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With All My Soul

I reach for you.....  With my eyes into the heavens  
I reach for you.... With my hand to feel your peace

I reach for you. .. With a heavy heart then blessed with your love

I reach for you.... With all my fears never afraid when you envelope  my spirit

I reach for you ...To guide my days in the warmth of the sun I partake in your love

I reach for you...With All My Soul. ..To Give Thanks. ..for Your Blessing

Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015

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Musical Lips

Whoe’er she be the creation of gazing and killing lips
That is not impossible to hold and to scream,
Whose form which I look down at the flesh of sea’s tulips
As I puzzle the need from my heart to stop it to go in bloodstream.
For where all stars far away come and stay where’er she lie
And those eyes direct to fear and I admire;
Till nothing tread out of me from the unseen outie
And still, or glist’ring nest a backfire
Of this whole thing wring the last message of passion
And fair lips, which the youth dire to cover with words;
To rise, “Bring all what it aspires and earnings compassion!”
And it was then Heaven can testify from the summer chords.
By the lovely out dream and day all night
My body and your body shall airtight.

Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012

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I like

I like to lay on a bed of roses
With your arms around me
Play peel a boo
With the clouds

Feel your lips on mine
Your body next to mine
Watch you gaze at me
With a big smile

Have lunch on the ground
Dance to the music
While bodies sway
And love comes alive

Walk on the beach
Holding hands
While running along
With the waves high

See the dolphins play
Watch the skies so blue
The clouds of velvet
As I touch your skin

Take a trip for two
On a cruise
With a ship
That rocks as we make love

See the flowers bloom
In the April rain
Read a book
While I cook

There are so many things
I like to do
I can't name them all
I'm with you

Copyright © Angel Plant | Year Posted 2013

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no i don't make sense
i'm most always tense
and my heart has dents
but why should that stop us?

my theories are juvenile
my thoughts are in a pile
and my worries go on for a while
but you won't notice.

i don't have much
i can screw up everything i touch
and my morals sometimes wind up in a bunch
but i won't stop being in love with you.

no i'm not pretty
my days are most always shitty
and i have too much pity
but my soul is open to you.

Copyright © bridget bennett | Year Posted 2013

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Colossal Bliss

When spring dies shall the valley shines,
And by the light of night quivering heart away,
Yet through beauty morning confines,
Till that ripe in please, so a master archway
Where the dreamers like twin births’ filling with kisses, and lies;
Thou as Earth art fair and young and open to please,
To sing within another hour and close from the auguries
And teach everyone else just as a command of love, cease
No more from the last tear from November. I met afternoon
Where all creatures are in such display and all these plays
Too late then with thou shower thy from I am the lonely gossoon
Behind the rocks dreaming or laughing, so cold from their foreplays;
Shall I late to see through for what I become and I wish?
To hide from the moral shine what I could not abolish?

Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012

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Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies?
Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom
Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities?
And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom;
To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize
From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes
Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize
And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes;
Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen
From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing
Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween 
Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring
Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation,
A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.

Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012

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is a false saying.

is a correct saying.

Look at your Mother,
Just like a Bird' feather.
Even she is a girl,
In the form of a living Pearl.

Copyright © Jeswant Gembali | Year Posted 2015

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Fighting for Love

my boyfriend,s cheating 
my heart stop beating 

      my brother,s car wrecked 
and he's no longer breathing 

      my dad's on drugs and he beats my mom 
 because the flashbacks he had, in veitnaum 

      i love a women, but she don't love me 
it leaves me pondering with, curisoity 

      every day we fight for love 
 the situation were facing, will never give up 

      our dreams one day will become so true 
and you will realize how much, "i love you" 

     so for now, ill keep reaching for your touch 
cause at the end of the day, were still "fighting for love" 

Copyright © Joe Hinojosa | Year Posted 2012

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Love's Labor

the baby's head
crowns as Father watches --
a dozen red roses

When but a speck gelatinous, unformed, you watched 
Watched as the determined swimmer pierced my soft core
Smiled at the countless me's, in the sea of thee, birthed.
Your joyous laughter spins universes with a roar,
marries diverse minions in delight astonished,
as made and unmade we rise, a holy labor.

You watch each molten mountain crest an aching sea
as stark white stars shine in my lovers tearing eyes
smiling at the she's and he's, who chose to be free 
of what if's and enjoy this never ending ride 
in this holy labor we abide.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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first light

 black and white picture of an
austrian girl with a torn coat

watching angels drown sinners
to see if they float.

 arms of clouds folded in a
 white alabaster.

blackened charcoal burns into the sky 
faster and faster.

yet still the museum curator seekes to find.

 recessed lighting on the wall behind.

but all he found was white and black.

to hang a picture of a girl on a tack.

while outside lamps look down
 with dizzy heads.

words over cobble stones that have 
been said.

contrasted by copper wheels 
that charge at night.

 nocturnal powerlines reserve
 the light.



Copyright © nathan martin | Year Posted 2014

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Within pockets of morning coats a treasure trove is found
useful bit of verse like panned for pebbles of gold abound
For months it seems they've not seen the light of fluff unwound
but on this day, the laundry fey have blithely come to town.
The pockets turned all inside out the scraps of poetry hound
for clean white sheets of pristine paper where they can be put down.

One garbled thought fought in scrawl "Would you ask me to change for you?" 
"Like a inconstant moon that quarters, is that what I should do?" 
"Should I change for you like the seasons, let all my being go?"
"Give the fall of my life no meaning hide from the Winter's snow?"

I'll not change dear for I've fought and found all of me's aglow.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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A quick transaction made
A soul seeking for deposition
Deposited in solid walls
Walls so opaque with no decorations
Walking with passion of sailing the future
Posted with an envy heart of gold
Lend to fears of withdrawal from the dust
Abandoned like a child of a monster
Throbbing with wounds of rejection
I am sold to destitution left by forefathers
Thrown to the field of ghosts and demons
Haunted all day and nights
Withering to all the shameful surroundings
Banked to the highest blazing fears of hell
Seeking for resurrection that shall set me free
I am sold, sold by the one who loved me
The one calling me a friend 

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014

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A Prophet In The Fire

He was young and one
Amongst millions of one 
He believed in One 
The rest in more than one

Prophet Abraham peace be upon him 
Faced their king Nimrod who has a whim
Of forcing his people to worship him
Abraham challenged him
And defeated him

The king was so mad but still
He ordered to make a fire hell
And Abraham was taken to a hill
They throw Abraham into it by a mangonel

But Allah (God) said, "O fire, be coolness and safety upon Abraham"

Copyright © Arabian Poet | Year Posted 2015

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The Dangers of Fictions

The lives of others I can not but steal. Their thoughts, their dreams, their loves, are all in books inscribed, Ripe for the taking. Their minds fit mine like new skins. It does not hurt them: book folk are not real, And I need their worlds, for my eyes described One jagged, where crimes can’t all be sins. But my mind’s stretched, sagging without their shapes: Written on my soul their words are transcribed. Once I’m done in my mind they still lurk Holding my soul’s too hard while round they traipse I am patchwork

Copyright © Grace Williams | Year Posted 2011

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So Just Because you can

Just because you can 
Sailing ships away is easier then returning them back to port with red tainted monther land sand to perpetuate a pain then will later pledge a society by man’s evil  hands. That pain for years mixed with fears with not  allowed to be talked about but commanded to understand un the lie that its over since we took or gave this here still dos and riot shields bring fear but said don’t live her in the USA but you so ok anyway 
Just because you can 
Doesn’t mean that    dad decides to divide  instead of reside where you and your mother standed or hides due the facet of the lack of manhood hes had inside doesn’t mean in years of upset stomachs  and hearts that barly can comprehend  we mend to you push to be the subliminally by the same man just to act the same way he said the I can cause his father was that type of man 
Just because you can
So why do we knock her image As pristine as created.  Only because her back history  oh my mistake black listing the trust only because her power to change you cant clame  and Her future is in her youth so what truth she know must be detroyed by you simply because if you cant control beauty you must define it  so what you  name call and taunt till her mind is frail as yours is  for sale yet you say this life she lead has nothing to do with mine but you buy her and promote her so she is proud of being loose perpetuated for a dime. Instead of you being man enough to hold her at night tell her you are scared to lose her always chose her love and never   to hide    wife that makes you a man even when society saids your are soft to even want  just to  hold ur hand you can  feel  alright but that feeling you fight 
just because you can 
Kats get shot for spaces on concrete cracks  and due to lack  better parent hood into and not around the project Mat . To be truthful in my city no one is met with love only homelessness so quick aint easy cause everybody got a contact to get some compact and can change a life that’s what they all say but prob just another scared kid. So many og’s lie, and help you die like they can’t or control what you eat and what time so of course there is crime and I thank its real  I just wanna know what’s on your mind cause doc a glock got mine   a color you wear determents whether ur bloodline dies at his had  of a kid wanna be hard at one five  or are you alive but dead week and you sit waiting on death in a Bed
Just because you can  

Copyright © Joshua Rhodes | Year Posted 2014

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                   YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA

I can envision your smile when mine wasn’t evident
I can hear your laughter when mine isn’t prevalent
I can imagine your glowing eyes beam while mine were dim
And I hear your voice of encouragement when my life grew dim

I can be all alone in a forest of Pontiac Pine and Oakland Oak
Surrounded by mementos of momentous monuments sculpted by  the moments we spent together
For instance the day we spent at the arcade on the boardwalk by the sea
                 You and me
By the sea
The ocean where I walked in the footsteps your petite feet left behind
Tiny traces of lightness dwarfed by mine
And you giggled when I picked you up so there would only be two footprints in the sand
Then I recall you lilted lightly through the tiny waves that lapped onto the shore while you wore blue jeans and a checkered shirt
The hems of your denim became wet so you rolled them up to your knees
As you whispered that I was as delightful as that late summer breeze
I remember that day
Your smile
Your laughter
Your entrancing golden and green eyes
While we watched the sea ebb and rise

We were together on days now long past
We shared shimmering summer eves and winter days overcast
Warm misty nights and days when the sun refused to shine
Silvery and sparkling days when you were still mine
   © 2011.…..~free cee!~ Phreepoetree


Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011

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The day i met her

It was a day that I will never forget.
She seemed like the epitome of beauty.
The way she laughed, smiled and the way she looked.
The way she walked was that of minuet.
On many day she resembled that of Aphrodite.
But than again she was already hooked.
A few months passed I had noticed she was sad.
I decided to ask how she was I mean, me little old me!
Her heart was broken she said I decided to invite her to dinner it was already booked. 
We dated for a few years after that and may I say she changed her name to McPhee.

Copyright © Elijah Manke | Year Posted 2016