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Twilight Aurora

like an interrupted dream shadows of the one who inspired it linger like morning dew no aroma and no taste yet I'm left breathless as thoughts reminisce i listen to this tired heart as one deep breath results in a thousand sighs and i don't want to be found but yearn to understand why i feel like a million crumpled stars, silently sprinkled like paint drops protecting the moon feeling like glue holding the universe together and who am I to disturb it? her beauty a merited gift her departure unnecessary her lips without speaking could rewrite history and I wonder can she hear these sighs? her call is the one I want to answer for eternity to speak until no words remain give until there is nothing defeat to her submission is life's greatest victory twilight aurora night flower of this heart like a rainbow your presence brightened the horizons but just like the stars you disappeared with daylight
Silent One Simple Musings 15 July 2017 I'm back! Contrary to idle gossip and rumours, my account was not banned nor deleted. I left for personal reasons. They say never go back, but I felt the need to return to support my friends and new poets. I know there is some negativity on this site, but it has so much potential. Anne Frank once said "In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart." and I know some went to the extreme liberties of writing poem about me, but what I do not understand is the obsession with it after I left. Hide behind metaphors, I hope it makes you happy and write as much as you like, because it does not bother me, in fact it makes me laugh and I already forgive you. We are supposed to be adults, if you have a problem, then discuss it. This is not high school. It is a poetry site, a community and one that together everyone can make a great place.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017


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It was Beautiful Yesterday



Bha e brèagha an-de
(It was Beautiful Yesterday)


There was a sailing vessel
With many a sail proudly lapping in the wind
A flag of the Celtic honor, in ruin an rented
As all the sailors sing
Of my love for you
From long ago
Before death became our friend
Oh would I be sailing from stormy seas to the Scottish glens
To lay some flowers at your side
Your beauty is now far under
My love ill wait for all eternity
For loves resurrection’s stormy thunder
Our bodies may be under stone
Our memories long lost in tales and fable
Let no man ever lay any such claim
Our love was not the gift of briny seaworthy fame

We be only stones, in a meadow blue
When you come upon our fate
Tiss with this verse, I state my case
The life that escaped our sadly date
Love though was true as sky
For long ago, she bid adieu
Her sadness at my drowning departure
As I her lover was told to be 
Buried deep and under sea


Both sadness and the tossing waves
Took the life out of her and me
So when you look at fading stones
Remember the love that used to be



Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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Gone, But Not Forgotten

Great sun, your day is drawing to a marvelous close.
The horizon seems ablaze as you slowly spill into the turning of night.
Tomorrow we shall see your return,
as you stir sleepy eyes and herald the dawn.
Your arrival brings forth the songbird's call.
Though for now, your departure delivers dreams as we wade into the ether
Knowing that you are gone, but not forgotten..

Beautiful stars, we gaze deeply into your brilliance.
The sheet of darkness dances around your perfect placements.
Wishes and wants whispered towards your travels across the silent sea.
Years and tears have you guided all towards that great shore.
As the chariot of morn arrives, for that brief moment of time
The shimmer of your shine is gone, but not forgotten...

Northern winds in your winter wear,
Whistling as you rush across the barren hills.
All have been held in slowness and slumber
You bring forth a trial of man and also the cries for the new.
As gray gives way, to the colors of tomorrow and the warmth of want.
A chapter closes for three, as your distance grows, gone but not forgotten...

For love is a treasure, one which knows no boundary.
Knows not of time, or of chains and constraints.
It is never ending...
We shall shed a thousand layers
We will hold to one another, even as this earthly realm draws apart.
Gone, but not forgotten....TAH


Copyright © Tobey Hill | Year Posted 2017


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Just another day without you

An abundance of fragrant florets constant reminder of regrets Although they consume the misty air they seem stale, because you're not there Your absence has left a hollow void Ghosts haunt turning the mind paranoid. Just another day without you Oh my love if only you knew How the guitar still strums your song One more day alone seems so wrong The hands of time are no friends of mine Growing old, should have been our shrine In your world full of confusion Life can be full of delusion My love for you still remains supreme Our reunion is my last dream Just another day without you Oh my love if only you knew how the guitar still strums your song One more day alone seems so wrong The heart craves to hear your sweet voice but your departure has left no choice Now only silence is what I hear Life has no sound without you near. Only the room vibrating with cries Won't you save me from this demise Come before this dancer's heart dies Bless me with one last sight of your eyes Just another day without you Oh my love if only you knew how the guitar still strums your song One more day alone seems so wrong Still that guy who made your heart go 'wow' Don't say its that final curtain bow Senorita don't forget our vow My beloved come back to me now Just another day without you Oh my love if only you knew how the guitar still strums your song One more day alone seems so wrong The Silent One Simple Musing 3 November 2017


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017


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Saints and Demons on Halloween

 
On the eve of All Saints Day known as Halloween
We've a night where nothing is ever as it seems
 
Abraham, Martin and John hosted a grand ball
In heaven’s huge castle, a white marble town hall
 
Dancing and singing just like every other day
One old soul grew weary of celebrating this way
 
She found nothing special in the harps and trumpets
A more exciting venue she had come to covet
 
St. Peter partied, his gate was unattended
So to a room below the bored soul descended
 
A place where heavy metal was all the rave
Deadheads converged to stomp violently on graves
 
She was tempted to join in their revelry
As demons eyed her with curious envy
 
One grabbed her halo, howled when it burned his hands
Others confronted her with obscene demands
 
Only then did she recall escaping this place
When God sacrificed his son, mortal sin to erase
 
Although hands of the wicked tried to hold her down
She struggled, pushed forward and made her way uptown
 
Fearfully she cried while knocking on heaven’s gate
St. Peter found her in this emotional state:
 
“Why didn’t you learn to resist temptation,
During your tenuous Earthly incarnation?”
 
At a loss for an answer, she pled for mercy
And Peter felt inclined to deem her unworthy
 
But the Master heard her prayers, granted a reprieve
He blessed her and uttered, “Welcome home again, Eve.”
 
Her departure from Eden seemed so long ago
And now most certainly one thing she did know

She should have stuck with Adam when he first said, “No”
Instead of bobbing for apples with the demons below


 
* For Tony Brooks' “Halloween Hustle” contest




Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010


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365 Days

"This is dedicated to all who understand this. Whether we like it or not." -D.J.E.

I wasn’t gonna write this

But

Emotions are stirring high
Cannot believe
How much time has passed

Still feel your presence

Memories
Of the slowest death
Ever felt
Running parallel
To these present seconds

An ugly revelation
Tainted the sunshine
That bared on our souls
365 days ago

So many tears
Had filled the ocean
Of despair
For love’s river
Were held back by presumption’s walls
Uncertainty
The dam’s of what could have been

Here I stand
In this present moment
Your essence still lingers
Like the flakes of a dandelion b r e a k i n g 		f r e e
From its home

Tormented echoes of “why”
“How come”
“Please don’t go”
“I love you…I love you so much”

High pitched resonations
Float upon
Rafts of secondary importance
And yet
This heart still knows

For it will always recall
Its truth

Promises
Empty
Played me a fool
While you held hands
With inevitable

Crossing fingers
With diffusion
Across my shoulders

Left me uncomfortably numb
All my rights
Unreserved

And all the while
I
Simply
Believed

In tomorrow

Because
My foolish hopes
Continued to warp my mind

Maybe if I didn’t look back when you walked away
Like the rules said…
…No matter.

These soft acoustic riffs
Replay in my head
You were my “Wonderwall”
“You could’ve been the one…to save me”

But I overcame
For I
Saved myself

Didn’t want to be an inconvenience for you

Colors of Fall
Your favorite season
Kinda ironic
You were like Summer & Winter

Knew when to turn up the heat
Make me sweat

Each new arrival
A summer equinox
Each departure
A rainstorm

But, when it was over
Nothing but cold
Blizzard languages
Frostbitten
Even solace’s bandages
Could not heal

But, I weathered the storm
And would do it again
Cause it was for real

…

Here I am
52 weeks have past
Occasional recollection
Of that hourglass
With no more sands
Buried in dragon’s chest

You are in my silent prayer
Always

But
Know this

Even though you are contained
Within my heart’s asylum cell block home
I loved you
With all that I had

So much

That you will be the only regret
I will ever be proud of.

© Drake J. Eszes


Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011


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Departed Friendships

For Linda, Freddie, Chan, & others that meant something true to us…

Another departure…

Another wistful teardrop
Embracing yesterday’s candid goodbye

No longer can we touch their physical soul. 

But, we
Can keep amnesia’s accented clef at bay

Holding their voice beyond new tomorrows

…

It is the triangle of life’s conundrum
When we slow dance with the arms of Why
The breaths of How
The misunderstood elegance of inevitabilities

We are taught the 2 guarantees of life: Death & Taxes

Yet, only one really means more to us
Within sunrise’s incipience

We hold convex reflections with incandescent sadness.

Yet, time allows opportunity to fly higher than God’s perspective
EVEN through our limited wisdoms
While we cherish
Remember
The Candles in our wind

…

I whisper silent prayers for our friends, family, & colleagues that now SOAR WITHIN!

For they may no longer be in front of you & I...

They are
And always shall be

By
Our 
Side

©Drake J. Eszes

 I was honored to have Chan on our Stand As 1 show back in March 2014. It was a deeply memorable show. You can listen to how it all went down here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/standas1/2014/03/16/stand-as-1-returns-wspecial-guest-that-archaic-poet 


Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2014


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At Spring Equinox

At winter’s departure - though I feel glad - I must remember that like human beings, Mother Nature needs a rest from her growing season; she will reawaken at spring equinox, shaking off her pretty white lace blanket. For the vernal season, Mother Nature dons her most beautiful green dresses. From month to month I see her change adornments - in March subtle; In April and May, though, she’s her fanciest as colorful buds peek out from her gown! March 29, 2016 for the Celebration Contest of Shadow Hamilton


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016


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Somber Is the Color of The Day

Somber is the color of the day...
Window glass distorts the view, of the dreary afternoon
Prisms of light cavorting outside, are reflected from the dew
and rainbows are splashed, from an old pewter lamp 
       as if to divert me of my mood

While quietly, I sit, and ponder it all, my pen is close, my chin in hand
Pinned back, my strands, a sweater, old, is pulled around the chill
 woven in colors, of various yarns, as varied as thoughts that take me away

My mind is lost in a wakened dream
While trees are tossed about in winter wind, 
               and leaves lay dead beneath the snowy mounds
                 a fire glows, and a storm now keeps me bound

One shard of light from a neighbor's home
       across the hill, a distant mile
           The dimness in a room from winter sighs...
                then something sparks a word ...a line, .. a verse, ... a lullaby ...

The day is sadder than the words I had found...
        so somber is the day that keeps me bound

I hide away this moment....a cup of tea, a Golden Lab for company..
One peek beyond the distant hill, a touch of sun
A glimpse of mountain, pastures deep, my dog that sleeps...

A momentary chance to free my soul
In just a brief, but deep departure from the ordinary...
I explore my thoughts, search my heart, wonder what this day will bring...
    I watched old memories, long kept cold, ...unfold as if a dream
      Unsort, relive, those worlds untold.... 
            Exploring new words, I now have found
      
Stumbling through my mind,  unintended
   Watching the words tumble as if unattended...
      Unfolding, exploding, and falling in chaos
             Paying no mind to the reader's conception
                   Cleansing, pleasing, as my soul fits the pieces...
       
                     Beneficial.... to the reader...will it matter? Who knows?...
                       But a satisfying journey traveled and found
                           by myself....and for myself, ....as the one who's  creating...

     Looking out from blurry windows...a dark day continues ...
             on a somber colored day, that kept me bound.....



_________________________________________________________________


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010


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A Razor's Edge

It is not often realized
that between two opposite things
lies a razor's edge.
It could be love and hate,
faith and unbelief,
or happiness and sadness.
 
I was sick for a long time
thinking of your departure.
Sadness is a disease,
it leaves a bad taste,
a despair for better things.
A fever that burns the soul.
 
Then I decided to take a different path.
I found myself afar from lands forlorn
into a sunlit sacred valley.
I felt irrational happiness,
don't ask me why
it could have been
the sun coming out suddenly
out of dark rain filled clouds.
Or the smell of freshly baked
Italian lasagne my mother had prepared,
to be wolfed up
with a ruby spring scented wine.
 
In the end who cares why?
I am so happy now.

1/3/2018


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2018


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The Grim Reaper Cometh

As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel quite so grand. 

Death and darkness doth pervade this spirit’s intent from that great beyond,
And bringeth one a chilling fear if one’s destiny be unending Hellspawn;
All Hallows’ Eve is the image I conjureth of my imminent departure,
But I hopeth for divine intervention and protection during this departure.

For I shan’t want to feel the fear and malediction of the Grim Reaper’s gaze,
As he eerily walketh in the deep mist to bringeth my soul into that darkest haze;
I prayeth then Oh Lord God, haveth an Angel escort me on my final trip beyond,
And spareth me the Grim Reaper’s terrifying visit and his image of Hellspawn.

I asketh thy divine power and all goodness in protecting my eternal spirit and soul,
And delivereth them to Heaven on All Hallows' Eve most sound and quite whole!

Amen!  Amen!  Amen! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - October 25, 2014
(Shakespearean Sonnet)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014


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For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.





Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015


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Justice in the Quest For Love

I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle dream,
My heart an embodiment of wonder to all that dared to behold it
Closing my eyes, I would find myself knowing something new would shine my way
Had I known what was coming, the dawn would seem far less appealing...

As all journeys begin, a darkness began to veer its head
The plot of reality melted in dissonant chords... 
Dark blue fogs of doubt caked my mind and heart 
Though the longing for love never left... 
And had it left, no dawn would await me 

I saw there were rules setting a foundation for my intensely embarked mark 
I knew if I were to feel any twinge of fire, 
I must first be rid of the fog...or at the very least find my way through it 
How it stung as it hit my virgin skin, not like gentle clouds talking me through it, 
Caressing, surrounding and seducing. . . 
No, like a poison, the bleak thickness of the doubt choking me 
Reducing me to child's tears...I toiled through its torments, 
I rested upon rough rocks of rhetorics 
Admiring their vitality and honesty... 
At one point in time I had convinced myself that I was one of them 
A rock- cold, rough... hardened and overlooked...destined to crumble 
Though more demands surfaced on this quest for love's Justice 

Weakened by the blue fogs blackening,
 I cried out in the pit of my heart, surrendering before me 
Words...kept so long inside... 
I freed them from the strongholds of my darkest nights 
And soon there was a deep, hypnotizing reply... 

Justice, tall and proud, said from above the sinking pit, 
"True, I have seen you before, 
A token of adoration you have become, 
Crying night after night in melodious black, 
With little to take, and everything to give... 
My demands are simple, as your longing is profound, 
You, yes, you! Take my hand so I may hold you tightly..." 

My mouth agape, I stretched out my hand to meet the vines of his fingers 
Clutching in sparks, he breathed into me life... and promise of love 

"Surrender your heart to the hope of love 
When you find you are not alone, as none of you are, 
When you praise with your singsong words that passion has altered, 
Giving all to a soul you have yet to see, 
You shall feel my hand lift you as I do now... 
Soon once more, you shall learn- the dawn will always be dawn 
And the night will always be your velvet pathway to Beyond." 

This, Justice proclaimed in the voice of a thousand cries of birth 
The overtones spilling out in rainbows of rapture 

It was soon after his visit, I knew I must perform... 
Surrender, faith, and action Three keys to the same door... 
And they, golden and alight, were in my hands to use 

The time came when my heart grew roses, thorns and all 
And hearts smashed their way through, though I cherished the burn... 
Fogs still lingered in the alleyway of fear 
And now I knew not to inch my way near 

For the punishment he had whispered like darts in my ear, 
"If you, now seeing the truth, dismember your heart, 
I will crush your petals into black abyss, 
I will reduce you to dust, leaving the thorns, 
I am animal in the face of failure, 
My tolerance for hate is shorter than an ant beholding a mountain 
And if you so much as reject my call, 
Hate is exactly what I will allow, 
And it will destroy you, oh singing heart..." 

This I ask of Justice, on the day of my calling, and yet still today... - 
"Tell me, oh spirit, 
Phantom of Epiphany, 
When the love I so long for locks tightly upon me, 
Becoming me, 
Shall it be as I dreamed, 
Or shall I be wholly disappointed, 
Left in the agony of reality, 
Where roses grow, thorns and all... 
Only to wither...and die... 
?" 

He was so gentle...that he merely smiled and left me... 

It was right away, soon after his departure, 
That I felt he never would fully leave... 
He allowed me to weave my own dreams, 
Finding out for myself if reality was truly as magical as they write 
And as for an answer, as dull as this may sound... it is... 

I, like many tearful martyrs before me, 
Continue to long for a love that will fulfill me 
Often reality teases me, and I know not if she is demon or angel 
Though one day, I will see reality is on my side, ugly or not 
The play of my flitting heart still beating its rhythmic drums 
The rainbows of overtones lulling me into ecstasy, 
As I see words of wisdom thriving in the hands that save 

This, though little, I know- 
Love is justice of reward beyond our wildest dreams 
He sings to us every night, never making promises... 
He just smiles and allows us to live it 
He allows us to discover, and in turn give... 
To enlighten others still trapped in the ruts of fog 
Once we feel it, there is no turning back 
Please do not let him crush those roses you have made... 
Even their foundations were meant to reach the skies 
Touching the brightest dawn...and Beyond..

 -For Justin Bordner's "Love Justice" Contest 
Love you loads, and thank you immensely for inspiring me! 



Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015


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Message of Departure

I will watch their winged endurance, on the crest of autumn's eve, without knowing where or distance, but in faith they must believe As the harsh breath sounds of winter are calling geese to leave I will hear songs of assurance, gliding low against the breeze I can hear inherent partings, as they form into a V And they soothe my doubtful worry, as they fly the crimson sea Lifting eyes, I follow upward, as they cluster into line With necks stretched long and southbound, departing with a sigh With constant proof, year after year, their calling fills my ears Sent here by the grace of God, in a race against my fear While their promised songs may sadden me, and tears to eyes will bring Their steadfast return assures my heart, to believe tomorrow's spring "Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith."
______________________________________________________________


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013


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You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue

You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue

I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast
In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast
Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest
Are my prayers for our Love in each request
My life lived, only to one day be with you
You are my sky, and I, your softest blue

Precious are those days we once danced
Living for each moment each hour we romanced
Thy kiss, nectar that my dreams now gift
Now I often pray my passing be swift
For my love burns hotter each lonesome day
In thy glowing love embers, I seek to play

I await sweetest moment of our first reunion kiss
That smile and thy touch I now so miss
Darling, my love, please pray my departure soon
I long for thee again this sad month of June
Our Love's fire yet burns, I allow no cold ashes
Nor destroying storms that true Love crashes

I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast
In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast
Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest
Are my prayers for our Love in each request
My life lived, only to one day be with you
You are my sky, and I, your softest blue

Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2017


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Deathbed

Lying in bed..
In my deathbed
Don't have much time..
I am filled..
with nostalgia..
Memories of which I will always cherish..
Within my deepest thoughts
I imagine I am a child again
the child inside me..
Such joyful memories ..
Memories of running so freely in the grass..
Holding hands with my playmates..
Sharing secrets
Laughter..
The innocence of it all..

Years progressing..
From childhood..
To adolescent
To adulthood..
Being a curious teen..
Having major crushes ..
My first kiss
My first love..

Living as an adult..
Major responsibilities occurs..
Finding the love of my life..
Marrying the love of my life
Having children..
Living a blessed life..

Years progress..
Often wondering..
How my body is frail..
How these wrinkles..
Gave me character
How my health deteriorated..
Within a blink of an eye..

Now I have reached my final stage..
Sadly I am..
Slowing waiting for my own demise..
How shall it feel ?
Shall I embrace the unknown ?

My beautiful family is gone..
They all have made their final departure..
Before myself..
I have lived a long and full life..

I feel alone now..
Alone in my deathbed..
Awaiting my transition..

Perhaps when one door closes..
Another door opens..
Going from one state of being
To another..

Energy cannot be destroyed..
It only changes form..

I do not fear death..
It is dying I fear..

Fear of the old door..
Entering into a new door..

Which is fear of the unknown..




Copyright © Robertina B. | Year Posted 2018


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Signing Off

--Goodbye--To my Addiction-

The time has come to part,
I will leave many with broken hearts
If one day you call on me,
I'm sad to say I will hold my tongue missing each one relentlessly 
I'm not doing this for me; I am doing this for you
I could stay here and win, and not give in 
But, this soup bowl comes with demons and nasty shadows
Demons and nasty shadows, taking and crashing my light
Demons I had to fight off the entire time I was here
Shadows hating the way I welcomed every poet with a happy cheer
Demons and shadows whom drown in their selfish everyday pity.

For those smiling on my departure, 
I want you to have this wonderful gift 
So please copy paste this moment from the bottom of my heart
**I hope this gift brings you laughter, knowing 
I've been sad, these past few days, drying up my final soup tears**

I will miss this part of what makes me ME -my love and lust for poetry.
I agree with many I should never surrender to the envy of demonic dust
Giving up the passion that completed a part of my soul for years
But, the reality of life, is the life's I give and given when I make love happen
In my heart I know it's time to give myself back to reality
SO AT THE END I WIN, I'm the one who ends up with an everlasting smile
I'll finally be free from this place, where most treated me unfair & unkind
Free, from the negativity of the few who hide behind a dishonest disguise?

Wait until you notice your soup bowl's going stale
You will miss me, and I will miss you
But, my enemy will miss me even more
Reminiscing the times we spent hogging up 70% of blogs,
Arguing and fighting over not agreeing with many thoughts.
But, it was never the differences of opinions, it was more like---
Let's slay the Destroyer, a name like that should never be on top
So please know I am sad, and this is not the way I want to go
I'm not leaving you because I want to 
I'm leaving you because, the rumors are 
"The soup is better without the sweetness of the poet destroyer."
The only big thing about me -was my heart not my ego 
I never claimed to be the best; 
You're the one who claimed I am good enough
You took me in and returned my love
In ways others could and would not accept.
And for you my loving poet friends, and fans
I will walk away with my dignity/integrity; 
I can CARELESS IF I PLACE OR DON'T PLACE IN YOUR CONTEST
I guess I'm finally growing up 
In becoming the bigger/better poet.

Signing Off ---Love 
The Poet Destroyer


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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We Were Young Once Upon a Time

We spent time with each other time after time
Now, we're older now...looking AT THE TIME FLY...
We were young and happy that splendid time
But, we have grown out of it somehow...I'm gonna cry...
And I know the reason why
I wanna cry...we dreamt of spreading our wings and flying away, being one with 
the current of the aqua-blue sky

We were young once upon a time
But, our young heart never was one – if it was, that would have been sublime
This shame bestows woe upon my soul…because I wish upon a star and my 
wish never came true
My heart is scorching like coal...because I’m enraged of your heartless actions, 
but that’s nothin’ new
My heart is beating like the drums in the night
I know why I feel depressed – everything’s black and white now…I know the 
difference between wrong and right and I’ve fought the good fight
But I can’t fight the rejected of the departure that lead to my rue…but I won’t 
cry (boohoo)…oh no, not tonight…I wanna be as high as a kite & look at life in 
a different light

CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…

Rejected departure (that reduces me to rue)
Won’t mess with me this time…I am as fresh as morning dew
I wear an upside down frown
Gravity won’t push me down 
I’ll Stand Tall and Give it My All
I feel like I’ve been kicked around like a ball
I won’t fall apart
God takes me seriously
He took heart
But, oh God – where shall I flee?
What if sin throws me into captivity?
I would be in chains
But, I have the brains
To unchain me from my fretful fate
I will get out in no time – I won’t hesitate
I’ve been trapped in this shameful state
Help me along the way
I need God’s sun-shining day
To shed relief on me
Ease the pain 
Scrub off my heart’s blasphemy 
Shower down your healing rain  
Now, I look at life in a different light
I feel no guilt – why should I when I fought the good fight with all of my 
perpetual, awesome might? My heart is doused in delight, no longer doused in 
dismay and ahhh-fright!

We spent time with each other here and there
We lived our lives without a single care
But that was once upon a time
It was just a dream all along, though it was crime

~@#$%^&!*()_+=-)(*&^%$%$#@!~


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Confession of a silent Artist

Creative writers are never given flowers while they still breathing poetry.

Biters wait patiently for the last breath to pay their respect and get paid with your work.

Claiming being sent by callings to keep the legend's work alive till infinity.

No doctor has the cue for this sick world.

But guess what we writers do care.

We keep writing spiritually we don't care.

Atleast i don't care, i know you'll be speaking my language with your theft.

Evidently i do share.

You are that invisible disciple i recruited to speak for me in my death.

It's the life of an artist who cares.

We don't seek recognition.

Recognition come to us that's why we endlessly spread.

We are angels with no wings heaven is closer to us we don't fly.

Paradise is home for holidays filled with dead writers.

An escapism from you hooligans.

Its a crime not a mime when you speak rhyme in my rhymes.

Thank God i'm still an infant in this poetry, i have a chance to fill up the grave you dug for me.

Your patience will have to patiently await my departure patiently.

I have enough time to unleash these constipated rhymes.

You think you got me.

I speak better in my rhymes like a machinegun tone spraying pee.

My skeleton is covered in mics louder i do speak rhythmic bones.

My skeleton is made out of cables transporting poetic stones.

My soul will be kept in your brain's museum.

There i said it.

Ye i meant it.


Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013


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Bullying 101

Step 1: 
Inhale an envious mask upon your castrated 
skull, 
and prompt this necessary illusion to commence.
Bathe yourself in ego-filled waters till you feel superior
to the gavel, and exit without caution from this perfect 
prison called home. 
The audience of youthful flattery awaits you, and those 
who you hunt, 
Anticipate your roar, and contemplate a permanent 
departure. 

Step 2: 
Masquerade around the elementary wheels of 
transportation, and make sure your crown has no opposition.
Be seated in the rear levels of mischief, and target those
who sit angelically, in frontal silence. 
Remember to grin until your devilish smile has a 
pathological glow, 
And act without tears, your greatest show without
showing. 

Step 3: 
Be ignorant to punctual chimes that sing, and lean on 
absent temptation for comfort. 
Show patience for the perfectly weak; allow them their 
steps upon the wax floors, 
Give them their fairy tale of safety. 
For they are dreamers, and you are their scheduled 
nightmare. 

Step 4: 
Enter classrooms initially through the minds of prey. 
Let them introduce the beast without forethought, 
Observe their careful whispers among the intellectual
flock, 
And standby till their guard sleeps. 

Lastly, steal the eyes of misery from your contemporaries
as you walk in, and sit among the walls of miseducation. 
For knowledge is not the vocation you seek. 
Only the beauty of suffering can compensate your lust. 
Step 5:
Begin by insulting the eager minds that roam 
brilliantly in the front row. 
Shout high praises from hell, belittle their flawless 
answers, 
And bear no breaks of mercy until tears fall. 

Now shift your heinous gears toward the everlasting 
prom queen, your unrequited distraction. 
She does not lean towards you, therefore you must 
harm her pedestal as well. 
Do not hesitate to disarm this glow that will never 
infiltrate your surroundings. 

Step 6:
Confirm that your motions are approved, by the 
council of expulsion, 
And give them infamous leeway to imitate in your
rare absence. 

Step 7: 
Reminisce joyfully over sin that will never turn pure, 
as you return home. 
Remove the wool from your eyes, and follow sorrow 
till it wants no hint of you any longer, 
A similar thought entertained by parents you forever 
know.  

Lastly, if you urge beyond repair, and accept that the 
sheep you threaten everyday will never turn, 
Despite your purpose, 
Then feel free to act as those that previously harmed, 
And contemplate a permanent departure. 
May god bless these faithful carriers of misery. 


Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2014


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CRY NO MORE

I was lost, I was found, I was hunted, I've been downed, 
Heard the screams of the whale when the harpoon has hit 
Seen the burned out congregations when the fuses were lit 
All the fury in war's faces and we're sick to death of it... 
 
I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse the mind 
I have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind 
Cry no more, no more, no more. 

I've been taken, I've been used, I've been shaken, I've been bruised 
Felt that look of despair in the infant's eye 
At the wrench of departure in the bittersweet goodbye 
All this cruelty in mankind just makes me want to fly 

I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse the mind 
I have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind 
Cry no more, no more, no more. 

I was blinkered, I was blind, had deep heartache blitzing the mind 
Seen rich lunatics shooting all the birds in the sky 
The crating up of dogs sentenced needlessly to die 
Drowned babies on some shoreline and we sit and wonder why. 

I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse my mind 
We have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind 
Cry no more, no more, no more. 

I can dream we may see better times for you and me 
Somewhere warm somewhere loving where we all live happily
In a place where our spirits and joyful hearts run free 
And we all pull together for peace, humanity... 

I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse my mind 
We have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind 
Cry no more, no more, no more.

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SEE AND HEAR ME SING THIS ON 
YouTube: Louis Spence. Cry No More. Thank you. 


 




Copyright © Louis Spence | Year Posted 2014


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CLUTCHING THIS INSTANCE



If ever I had two hours with you… or three, the vacancy of this night and lulled shores would be refilled with the gushing of frosted air on our reveries past; the multitude of amiable stars bestowing a hush of surrender... raged midnights ending into fresh mornings backed by our theme song replayed. Then, to recall the sevens and nines of time cutting our names into crumpled paper: a departure of hearts traveling in different territories. We inched away, not because of lack for vows marked in deepest sands. But… by fate’s desire to shelter you in a faraway place, while I... I burned skies through the pain and beauty the long distance of regrets had claimed. If and when we unite again, two or three hours by God's grace, oh the fluttering of a thousand fearless thoughts would not be enough to say you were the branch that got away, and I was your last rose that lost its stem. Perhaps, now is the moment to clutch the moment? Regina Riddle's Seize The Day ( Carpe Diem) 10/26/2014


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014


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DEPARTURE

“Without departure “

Long expected on this one day,
Heads headed two ways,
Lingering without time,
Doves, glide in to wave goodbye.
Your wings on us have grown.
Never will I fold your friendship like a flag that had flown.
Smiles you are so wise and poetic.
With the right kind of pleasure and pride of your own.
Untied after your rope pulled you another way. 
Free to come back and smile on us one day. 
Barren like gust and sun lighten plumes, on a rainy day.
In my eyes, you will always be the successor that got away.
I’ll await once more for your wandering heart, to compose.
I fell without departure to your notes.
My days will gaze for you to jump in with two feet and return, 
Yet, I will suffer..................
and lump it with a giant gulp, and ask :-( 
Must you really engage us with a sadden farewell?

by;pd

inspired by: David William's............ poem "I"...
~for Joann's contest~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012


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Death Undignified, Fort Laramie 1860

High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of incoming riders.
The pale blue sky disappears in a cloud of dust. 
Children playing hoop, let it drop with an unheard clatter.

Inside Mrs. Dreary’s provisioner, cutlery falls with a clatters.
Outside the store, horses race pell-mell with the oppressive
sound of thunder. “Indians,” children scream, running through the dust.
Folks in buggies, wagons, and on horseback flee for other parts.
“Sioux,” I nod. Gunshots ring through the air savaging the riders.
Mrs. runs up the backstairs carrying the baby. There’s a scream of pain.
Arrow flights buzz by shattering shop window panes.
The Indians leap from horse back to the tile roof raising a clatter.
Mr. Dreary descends, Sharp shooter in hand, and aims at the riders.
A cat’s eye marble falls from the toy display; the scent of fear oppresses.
He slams the door shut as shards of glass scatter, bullet parted.
“Mame, git, Gener’l Connor’ll kill me if y’ur dusted.”

My eyes wide-open owlish are full of tears and dust.
“Damn heathens” Mr. Dreary cusses. Bullets clip the broken pane.
Pulling me behind, opening the useless. “Thop” an arrow parts
his scalp. He falls backward, landing beside me, his spurs clattering.
The baby screams from upstairs. I turn to see Mrs. Dreary’s oppressive
grip on her dead husband. She grabs the Sharp, kills a passing rider.

The arriving soldiers round up the band of native riders.
Mrs. Dreary gets the babe, kicks the fallen marble in the dust
and walks through the door, into another type of oppression.
The soldiers are executing the Sioux braves. Children watch in pain.
Across the street a lone warrior perches. A roof tile clatters
to the dirt. His arrow flies and hits me life begins to part.

Blind with pain I fall forward facedown, numb, parting
the water in the horse trough left for the town’s riders.
My brass buttons and flint arrowhead scrape the tub clattering,
no one in the street notices my departure through the days dust.
My open mouth fills with the rancid, taste of pain.
“How improper,” is my last lucid thought, oppressive.

The clatter of hoofs rocks the trough punctuating my parting.
The oppression of man against man leaves with the riders.
Only dust and the pain of the living remain.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015


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DREAM CHASER

A dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most
I’d heard of winter and snow in places far away
Of cold and frozen waters and rains that fall like powder from the sky
Of words like mist, soft as a whispered kiss
Escaping from lips: red over a pale impression
Muttering words of things of the faraway place

I know not the feeling, only the idea of a place
And whatever feeling it evokes in me the most
Of these foreign notions, I have not one but many an impression
Of wonder and adventure and ways to sail away
On wooden or metal monsters that beckon the sea its cheek to kiss
In the in-between world of salt water, wind and sky

Not so here, no snow in this dry harmattan sky
I’d rather for a change of pace, a change of place
A place of apples and wine grapes and passions that deepen the kiss
Of hopes and dreams and wishful thinking for most
Come hopes! Come dreams! Come insane thoughts and take me away!
Far away, and in my place leave no impression

Rid it! On her alone I made some impression
Of two on a low hill beneath a big grey sky
Her eyes would haunt me screaming, “Why didn’t you take me with you, away?”
“To the place we had dreamed, the faraway place?”
Truth be told, she would prove really good, better than most
Even so, rid me of it with one final kiss

A flickering flame snuffed out with a kiss
It’s dying breath trailing a wispy impression
With that I lost what it was I wanted the most
Bartered for the image of a different sky
Alas a different time in a different place
Yet to find a place to stay that doesn’t lead away

Now a seasoned drifter wandering away
With tales of wonder and adventure and many a departure kiss
With yarns of many sights, yet yearning for only one place
For the place I left, leaving no impression
A place I must go only after I find the perfect sky
It was a dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most

Now in a place far away, making many an impression
Oh how I desire that kiss, under that same grey sky
Despite the faraway place, it is what I want the most
(sigh)


Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2017