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Art of Destruction by Blade, Iris
The created destruction by Cover, Eric
Words of Mass Destruction by Warrior, Winged
Witness to Destruction by Breen, Keely
SELF DESTRUCTION by musore, reagan
Seed of destruction by mcdaid, liam
Irma Goddess of destruction by Peers, Chris
Ravaging Destruction by Wings, Broken
The Destruction of Hope by whiteley, minda
Beautiful Destruction by Green, Angela
Destruction by Human, Ben
Self-Destruction by Simons, Brendan J.
Harmony Or Chaos And Destruction by Ogletree, Dalton
The Destruction of All Mirrors by Handschuh, Daniel
Self Destruction Fantasy by Ishtar, Marik
Principles of Protection or Destruction by Chong, Wilson

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Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Love One Another

“Peace I leave with you
           my peace I give you
           I do not give to you as the world gives 
           Do not let your hearts be troubled
                 do not be afraid”  (John 14:27)

But I am scared
      Blood runs down streets
      Hatred, rage, violence dance 
            In a chaotic frenzy performance
                     of evil malice . . . 

What do your words mean?
      Are they void – empty promises?
Where is the peace in deafening explosions?
  In the cacophony of rapid gun fire?
     Screams of horror?
           Tears of death???

“I am the resurrection and the life 
     The one who believes in me will live 
                 even though they die 
     and whoever lives by believing in me will never die 
     Do you believe this?”  John 25:26

Yes, I want too . . .
     But fear creeps around my heart
     Its cancerous fibers sinking deep – choking me
     Doubts greet me in the morning
     Panic sleeps in my bed
     I am weak
     Hear my cries of desperation      

“Be strong and courageous
       Do not be afraid 
       do not be discouraged 
          for the Lord your God will be with you 
                wherever you go”   (Joshua 1:9)

Stay close – fill me
     I cannot see – 
     Darkness surrounds me
     Death, destruction, desecration, depression
     Blood, bitterness, bile, blight 

“I have come into the world as a light
              so that no one who believes in me 
             should stay in darkness
             If anyone hears my words but does not keep them
             I do not judge that person
             For I did not come to judge the world
                        but to save the world” (John 12:46-47)

I cannot begin to fathom this
         How great is this love
               Forgiveness over revenge
	           Peace over violence
	                Life over death
	                        Love over hate
                  Help me I pray

“A new command I give you 
              Love one another
             As I have loved you
             so you must love one another”  (John 13:34)

Love one another . . . 

David Meade

Love Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2015

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Texian Macabre Arena

The First Texian Macabre Arena Ballad (The extended free-fallen edition)
In another life, is where I first saw your face!
One summer afternoon, lying wounded next to the dead
Unopened gun powder, mass destruction, a land of disgrace
A blood thirst battlefield is where I first saw your face
The sound of war, hidden behind bleeding hands
Crawlers, render their lives giving grace
Jaws of steel, broken, embracing, warm feelings
Summer rain, lungs filled with blood, one last post
Glorious by numbers, screaming blades
Gemstone in touch with the Holy Ghost  
Soldiers come in a little close 
Crawling, missing limbs, 
Twisted nightmare with no ending

Macabre reminder, retracing the aroma of eternal life
Secrets buried like a treasure under walls of sudden death
Revolutionary tears found on a rusted Bowie knife
Lanterns, crackling against the dying wind
Dirt piles of crushed windpipes -- sudden death
Rummage like garbage, the dead Texian
A Falling Alamo Star, taking one last twinkle upon the sky

Forgotten Patriots, I can't remember the names
Written on walls, I can't remember the names
A folktale arena is where I first saw your face
Fairness of stuttered surrender slicing through iron brace
Crawling, with the hunger to live, a clean finish with grace
Exposing, scars needing mother's hands, mothers face

Across infested meadows, the aroma of burning skin
Distant, before Texas and her annexation, 
Gruesome, before I lived, Texas and her mortal sin
I pledge, my love, the honor, a legion, I'm a full blown Texian
To Every Forgotten Texian Patriot----- We Win!

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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I am willing,, a miracle

To win is the trying..!' gainst despairs blank stare, a wounded earth still 
rolls on..! Midst the throes of territorial vying..

Shows our shattered crystal the counsel of despair
As the pales; of circumvention, invade earth's free sod and air, 

Oh.! such power we covet To maintain..! what is "right?" what is yours.. 
can be theirs" or is it ours..? should we fight..?

Yes it tears through our city's this division reprised, 
To the call of soulless ambition, destruction quickens in stride,

And! yet not new its existence..) "for know ye satan he is a liar"
Though hidden deep in shadow; was to emerge its sly desire.

 Yet how ask us "innocent's" & why should this be?
Whilst we gaze upon its sickness and water the seeds..!

So we stand without reason, or we lay down condemned, 
Yet open hearts to salvation; on Jesus depend, 

Call his name now in season) let the fetters free fall, 
The Miracle is "willing" none should perish is all..!


Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2011

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Winds of Autumn

I called to the winds of autumn
As they wrapped up the dying year;
"Oh stay for a moment and tell me
Of answers I need to hear".

Who is the rival of prudence
Who is the merchant of crime
Who closes the eyes of beauty
And steals the hours of time?
Who brings the winter to age
From the springs of the fountain of youth
Who is the companion of sorrow
And destroys the justice of truth?
Who's the apprentice of Satan
The Prince of the Power of Air
Whose appetite is transgression
With more than enough to share?
Who weakens the power of the great
Who slaughters the wisdom of wise
Who brings the honest and gracious
To depths that others despise?

The winds of autumn now answered
With a voice like a phantom call
"It's an evil afflicting so many
Who drown in the drink alcohol."
This is the spell of the devil
Who casts his net from hell
An addiction with power to destroy
Gathering all who are caught in its spell
For his net will gather the unwary
To beguile lost souls with his breath;
This is the destruction of lost dreams
That perish in the arms of death

Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2012

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Poetry Pillar

When Light needed a body to behold, and color to kiss,
as Darkness dreamnt to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered to lust for learning, and being learned,
as blood bespoke to bones for building a star of flesh,
when Time needed the umbrage of it's ubiquity to be understood,
the moment texture tempted touch to tease with a thousand sensations,
when laws of love sought a language to express the extremes of it's lips,
as romance rampaged through the ravishings of famished hearts,
when the seduction of sorrow made heros of loving men and women,

When Justice appealed to the instincts of intent for inscriptions of innocence,
as bravery found battle in basic questions of survival and conquest,
when war demanded a metaphor in the terror of it's diligent destruction,
as Faith found resolve in seconds small along with giant gestures,
Death singing melancholoy for sympathy and Life haughty upon it's horizon,
when Angels chose to wear albatross of gold to feel the rue of rogues,
as the most perfect woman ambushed the ideals of rumored beauty,
when God wanted imagination to create immaculate reality
Poetry began, born in the instant of forever Art,
because, the only promise of a Poet, is Passion -

Dedicated to Poetry...J.A.B.

Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

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The Ballad Of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision, wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

Advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Loved and lost -

To love
Is to remember
The touch of your hand
Your voice
When you called me cariad

My mouth remembers your kiss
The feel of your lips 
Sensual touch of your tongue on mine
The closeness this brings

To love
Is to want to be with
Man woman or child
To love them
to want them near
To take in their being

When you love
It tugs at your heart
Making your chest swell
With unknown pleasure
Spreading to a smile
your eyes lighting up
face aglow

The feeling of love
Keeps you young at heart
Helps you want to face another day

Yet no more
That love has lost its way
Floundering in the brink of destruction
Searching, for the exit of depression.

Needs to see the light once more
Yet all there is, is the heat of hells fire
The internal hell, that goes around and around the brain
Looking for answers, for the reason.

Memories try to flood the senses
Memories of the hope that once flourished
Now is smouldering in the no mans land of waste
Is there love ever after?

This is the third writing with letter L.  As suggested by Jan..

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014

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Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree Its naked branches shiver silently all around me Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands In wake of its destruction not a building still stands Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing 2nd place in Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey judged 3/29/16 Submitted to second place contest sponsored by Laura Loo 03~19~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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- When The Soul Is Clean -

Magic dust shooting into starlight pearls as the scents begin wafting 
Around the planet's curve circling warmly embracing on vision 

Glittering golden gleams sparkle through colours of a promise
Kissed green eyes to hide her warm tears open up 

In the promises we give to others for keeps 
Rainbows hold until the end enchanting tales 

Silk buried softly underneath the bouquet a rose grows 
Not forgetting the inner promises we give unto ourselves 

Romancing a poem under the pillow no one knows 
Petals freezing winter moon holding warmly drunken   

Wrapped up under one star winks cotton white angel holding deeply wings 
Held upright pleasing the heart pure soul inside the glory of the stars shine 

Fear and destruction of earthly paradise we live
Over and back dancing butterflies waltz freely taken 

We need beautiful fairy tales and angels songs 
As the sun rise kisses a gold circle treasures found 

A man can not be changed by place or time, but of love
Memories are born inside where a diamond cut princess dwells 

Luxurious and delicious feelings ~
enveloped softly in your wing

A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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I Have Fallen

I clasp your hand the moment I realise I will fall alone
You grit your teeth in anger holding me as I dangle there
Your jawline is rock hard, the veins on your head popping out,
You are breathing in and out in desperate fear of losing me
But your lightening, determined eyes shoot through me and say,
"Damn it all!
I love you
I will never let you go"

The mountain's edge falls around me and below us
But I will not look down
Gravity is pissed
With all of my strength I hurl my shoulder upwards so that my other hand clasps your arm
You pull me up to safety and draw me into your fiery embrace

Nothing will take us but each other...
I know this and sob in your arms
I have never fallen so in love with you
In that moment when death was so close
From here, we will rise
Kiss me relentlessly through all destruction,
You have taught me that
Every mountain will fall before us

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016

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- When The Demons Blossom -

My thoughts whirring
When life freezes the blood

Actions that burn in hell
A fire that burns forever

Terror -  their empire of hate
Fearless, they control our destiny

Terrible destruction done by weak and miserable people
They mark their strength as animals, with deposition of urine

"Hell on Earth" these demons will inflict upon mankind
Of human destruction and evil, woe and shame

How likely we can find "The Earth's Paradise"
I look far around, but not close

We want to live in butterfly harmony
From wing to wing - of their joy and dance

29 - 05 - 2017
(unrhymed couplets)
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

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God Knows Where I am-'Lost In Phantom Night'

Walking corridors of derailed delusions
I welcome my created confined confusions
For I am lost in phantom night...

I dance with demons deploying death
Desirous destruction of my life’s last breath
Consciously cocooned manic moonlight...

A bipolar bliss within tangled time
Waiting for a savior of an angels chime
For I am lost in phantom night...

Secluded silences in a whirlpool of winter
My starving soul soaked in a lachrymal linger
Tormented tears taking fatalistic flight...

Only God knows where I am
Devoured by lions this gentle lamb
Farewell to this nefarious night...

God Knows Where I Am - Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2017

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Words of Mass Destruction

Words of Mass Destruction Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written in stone we idealize Warring weaponed words that paralyze, wounding wandering words terrorize Torpedo texts thrown to criticize, paranoid punitive parasites will pulverize Like the Atom bomb, words are strong only use them wisely where they belong Some create a lullaby or sweet a song, while others use them to do their wrong Words of deception create no affection only intervene with the inflating infection Annihilating in their corrupt convention, wary words that bring rigorous rejection Of the negative neurotic neglect, wording witches and warlocks of their architect Dehumanized discord of disconnect, vengeful letters lashing will always resurrect Words can frighten as well as enlighten, some will delight in words that tighten Words of corruption bring self-destruction, a raging ruction of a serpent seduction. Nov.20.2017 Judgmental People And Haters Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2017

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Don’t look at me 
As though I am an alien or a stranger,
Don’t let the dagger of antipathy 
Fly out of your eyes.

I am your neighbor.

Don’t call me a foe, an antagonist or a rival,
Don’t roll up your mistrustful sleeves for a fight.

I am your friend.
Don’t hold this murderous weapon in your kind hand, 
Don’t deny me the right to work, to eat, or to live.

I am your brother.
If destiny willed me to be born 
On this side of the frontier line,
If my parents wished me 
To wear these clothes 
And taught me their own dances,
Do we have to be adversaries?  
If fate desired me to speak 
This tongue foreign to you
And our skins’ color to differ,
Do we have to be competitors?
If necessity decided for us 
To live in this country, 
In the North, South, East, or West,
Do we have to be opponents?
If I believe in Jesus, 
Or Allah,
If this is my philosophy, 
My tradition, 
My history 
And my culture,
Do we have to be enemies?
No! A million times: no!

Please, look at me with new eyes 
And throw away your injurious prejudices.
What do you see but a person like you 
Who wants, desires and hopes for the same things in life:
A home, 
Some friends, 
Some love?

I walk, 
I talk, 
I eat, 
I sleep, 
I dream, 
I laugh and I cry. 

Just like you.

I’m born, 
I grow up, 
I learn, 
I suffer, 
I bleed 
And I die.

Just like you.

I’m a father, 
A mother, 
A brother, 
A sister, 
A son, 
And a daughter.

Just like you.

You see: we are alike. 
We are the same. 
We are brothers.
Listen to me my neighbor, my friend, and my ally: 
I am telling you the truth.
We are the victims of schemes, 
Well planned in advance
By deceitful evil-hearted men 
Who wished for our destruction.
They, masters of savage forgery, dividers of mankind
Have tricked us throughout history 
With well-orchestrated lies
And with treacherous stories. 
These intellectually impotent criminals
Have instilled poison in your heart and mine.
Thus, by cultivating hatred, bitterness and rage,
They managed to shape us to ruthless foes, 
To merciless enemies,
To cruel animals.

Please, listen to me! It is true. We are brothers.
Let us therefore with irresistible will cross all frontier lines 
That the past has erected between us, 
Thus making divisions vanish.
Let us with supreme power break the bonds of history,
Religion and culture and run into each other’s arms.
Let us uproot from our tormented hearts thorny mistrust
That was planted there thousands of years ago.
Let us seize ammunition from destructive hatred,
And make war capitulate.
Let us sink the cholera of bitterness 
In the affectionate sea of universal accord. 

And finally,

Let us unite and march to higher claims, 
To incomparable glory
Where peace can blossom today.
Thus, both of us will go to sleep at last,
Fearless of each other tonight.

© Demetrios Trifiatis 
    08 September 2015

NOTE: This poem, after having been edited, is posted again because 
 of the acute migration and refugee problem that has been created 
in Europe. Greece, my country, receives thousands and even tenths 
of thousands of refugees and illegal immigrants each day. In some of 
the Greek islands the migrants are more than the Greeks. Some of these
 people leave for Europe where in countries like F.Y.R.O.M., Serbia, Hungary
 Bulgaria, Austria, Germany, France, Italy have created social and economic problems because of their numbers. This fact prompted me, after the suggestion
of a good friend at PS, to repost the poem so as to ask from all, migrants and natives, understanding and tolerance for the good of peace! Thank you!  

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015

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Confessions of a Terrorist...

Behind the dark walls of the prison,
Hiding my face from all in my vision,
Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads,
I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds.

Now I look back to think….

Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I was,
Given tasty food, and rigorous training by my boss,
I was taught “muslims are harassed round the world,
To help them, grenades and bombs ,I have to hurl.

Arms and ammunitions to me they gave,
To destroy the world, the path they paved.
Rigorous physical training I was given,
On the path of “Jihad’I was driven.

I felt …”me, a class four dropout from school,
To a fidayeen…oh so cool.”
With pots of money  l was lured,
A place in paradise..I was assured.

Reading the  terror email from the Mujahideen,
I was all charged up and excited to become a fidayeen.
With the ammunitions, I was on my way,
On the path of destruction that they laid.
“Explode bombs, shoot and kill”,
They said “that is what was Allah’s will.”
An obedient student I was in their list,
Little did I realize I was a dangerous terrorist!

As I killed and killed and shed innocent blood,
Suddenly, I was shot and I fell down ..thud!
Interrogations by cops continued endlessly on me,
Confusing the cops,I waited for Al-qaeeda to rescue me.

To my rescue, none from Al Qaeeda came,
Hated worldover a terrorist I became!
No one would come I felt
I was misled! I silently wept.

Jihad would never get me paradise,
Fallen in eyes of Allah, I will never ever rise.
I am unable to bear this and want to die,
And face Allah ? In fear and shame I cry.

I neither can live nor die in peace ,
Forgive me Allah, I cried on my knees.
Old, young, man woman, child I randomly killed,
Was this by Allah, in me instilled?

I repent and feel am cursed by all,to hell I shall go,
What mass destruction on earth have I done? Oh!
I have now to face all those I murdered,
What do I answer them, I ponder.

Spread love and peace is the message of God,
I have now learnt the message of the Lord.
I confess ..”Jihad and terrorism are hated by god,”
I sincerely beg “Forgive me all, forgive me Lord!!”

Kindly note :If anyone wants to comment on my poem, kindly note that I am not a terrorist.
This poem is written by me as a message to all the terrorists in the world that peace and love 
is what god wishes.The inspiration is from the recent attacks in Mumbai.

Copyright © RIMA ANIL.NAIK | Year Posted 2008

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...and the wind..! was, electric. there was water..! there was sun..! was all renewable... the energy, powered, sustained, life..! Fossil liquids burning emitting toxins that was OUR mistake. From the day a human kick started wound up the first combustible engine..! The first spill in any ocean should have been our clue. It was what cigarettes was to lungs- -what alcohol was to brain cells. It was a human error, a human error so huge that like a mythical dragon assumed a life of its own consumed the will the power the limited minds of limited men. Unlike the giant beast veiled as nuclear power with its unlimited potential that would have wooed the minds of the greatest among us, oil from its inception had the smell of destruction on its breath. It would in its own way fulfil the prophecy the world would end with a whimper not a bang. We saw its horns its bright red skin its pitch fork but we signed up willingly ...and from that day on our eternal souls were damned.

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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When Mount St Helens Blew Her Top

Where forests stretched for miles, and Spirit Lake
lay at its foot, there stood a rebel peak.
One day the earth beneath began to quake.
What havoc Mother Nature was to wreak!

The tremors kept occurring till the day
two craters which had formed began to merge,
erupting ash. Wise folks left right away,
for that volcano soon would surely surge!

Some met their death that eerie Sunday morn
of May eighteenth. The deer began to flee.
Then from the mount, a burst of cloud was born -
a mushroom cloud which bellowed boisterously.

It grumbled and it rumbled, rocketing
for fourteen miles to sky its ice and ash.
Land slid. An avalanche was covering
all things within the path of its mad dash!

By 10:15, a wall of water rushed
down to the river, tearing up the trees
along with boulders as the ash still gushed.
Destruction had been wrought with greatest ease.

The news said Mount St. Helen’s lost her head,
and trees, like matchsticks, lay upon the ground.
Amazingly, despite such loss and dread,
there is new growth of beauty all around!

Written Aug. 13, 2014 for Wordscapes Contest of John Hamilton

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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curiously peering over a cloud
   Angelica stepped a bit too far
      wings fluttered and disappeared
         stolen by jealous demons below 

angel flying too close to the ground
   leaving the harmony of heaven
      sensing a need to save a ravaged planet
         landing gracefully on soft soil
Angelica hears the bulldozers
   weapons of environmental destruction
      sauntering through Earth’s rainforests
         curiosity beckons as water reflects her image

her lost wings still reflect in the pond
   seen as ripples from her pink, silk gown
      orchid floral tiara crowns her long auburn hair
         even water lilies envy her beauty

captivated by this pool lit with filtered sun
   immersed in an image of herself
      in God’s light all angels appear the same
         bright beams to welcome new souls

fly again she will
   bubbles of hope spring forth
      Earthbound for but a brief time
         cherished cherub sent as nature’s guardian

halo of comfort surrounds
   Angelica leans forth to feel the coolness
      sparkling water caresses warm lips
         her kiss renews Earth’s freshness

other angels transparent in sunlight
   bestow a new set of wings
      mission accomplished, they escort her home
         once again she revels in heaven’s light

For the “Reflection” contest, sponsored by Constance La France ~ a Rambling Poet ~
By Carolyn Devonshire

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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   "LADY  DEATH" ------Chaos!!!

Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthias.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.

Matthias allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
 in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.

A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns into,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.

Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.

Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A man's worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Overthrowing her one time dream.

Obsessed with his Lady'''
 Evil Earnie.
Rides by her side.
A  domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.

Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
"Lady Death"
  Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.

With the belief.
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women..                  (LADY  DEATH)

((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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oh, let me tell you a twisted tale . . . 

of robin hood and a merry band of followers
but my story does not take place in folklore but in reality
todays story is of an archer, a person skilled with swords and words
skilled in disguise, taking many false faces
and like robin hood of ancient tales, draped in green but this green is jealousy
like the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together
blanketed in secrecy, having no moral compass to guide the evil
oh the hate is a cancer on my poems and beautiful words
my poetry a garden ravaged by this outlaw with a sharp arrow
devious, crafty, sly, calculating, deceitful, fake, scheming, shifty
we know each false disguise you hide behind
every fraudulent name and game
oh, back to the story . . 
lets raise the curtain to this ancient tale
this robin hood and a merry band of followers
pretend to be good and kind but shoot arrows
trying to murder my words 
from dark hidden places, mingling joyfully
shifty and crooked, shady but quite artful in ways of destruction
a shining star shaped shield of silliness
the way is dangerous in this spider web of lies
bloods seeps from my broken heart like red tears
leaf-strewn gales utter low wails like violins on my murdered poems
robin hood and the merry band of followers
spit them out like stones
and when I read their words, the words squirm like snakes
robin hood of ancient lore stole from the rich to give to the poor
this robin hood steals our poetic muse 
not quite the hero of old
but be assured your swords and sharp arrows are nothing to me
because my poems will sail like swans on quiet waters long after you 
are burning down below for your deceitful ways

January 21, 2016

Free Verse

For the contest, Twisted Robin Hood
Sponsor, C.T.

Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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Walls Make Bad Neighbours

Walls Make Bad Neighbours

‘All in all we are just bricks in the wall’ deconstructed by Pink Floyd
                              when they called for a truly kind compassionate reflective society and

                                                        ~ Education ~

Of John Lennon we may think that he was ‘a dreamer but not the only 
                                 one’ to 'give peace a chance' while discounting violent revolution in

                                                         ~ Resistance ~

Wolf Biermann sees his father’s grave every time smoke ascends from
                                  some industrious chimneys of so many concentrated crimes against

                                                         ~ Humanity ~

‘What will the neighbours say’ goes to my parent’s generation when 
                            they continued to live the secret of why they colluded with fascism and

                                                         ~ Genocide ~

Karl Marx clearly saw the alienation of humanity and that ‘knowledge without
                                            action’ was a false shallow unfinished philosophy and empty

                                                          ~ Promise ~

The Scorpions called for ‘winds of change’ but are they a-changing here and today
                                 while most of us sit on fat gluttonous bums or size zero buttocks of

                                                           ~ Delusion ~

The fake golden staircase leads from Zeppelin to Zeppelin with hot air
                               between the sheets of so called progress on eves wasted droned into

                                                           ~ Oblivion ~

Nena’s ‘red balloons’ popped out of nowhere but into nothing’s blip of
               conscience forsaken Nirvana and waning sound bites of candles extinguished by
                                                         ~ Destruction ~

If we want to surpass the walls of our prisons we might want to consider
                   removing that one brick at a time that barricades and constricts our quest for 
                                                         ~ Liberation ~

The freedom of justice and the freedom from the walls in our minds as our
                                 children will lay cries of despair at our door with only us to blame in

                                                           ~ Shame ~

We are the guardians of posterity but which side of the fence are we 
                                  sitting on in our greed racism intolerance xenophobia and egotistic

                                                            ~ Denial ~

When we sow winds we will reap storms and the flood gates will open
                        yet transformation makes better neighbours and better companions than  

                                                             ~ Walls ~ 


15th November 2016                                                        



Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016

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Should I take the dagger that my heart tore
and use it to avenge the pain it caused?
Or should I bow my head and keep in store,
the obsession of life’s dreams once more paused.

I, undeserving of your resentment,
wherefore my words echoed kindness intense,
in past fondness for future‘s atonement
lest it reveal my soul to your pretense.

Foolishly I opened my heart to you,
expecting to relinguish love yet born,
unwittingly my own destruction woo,
to inflict pain through the wrath of love’s scorn.

I cannot feel anger to act in spite,
with a broken heart I bow to your might.

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Heroic Crown of Sonnets 2


I see them all rise to an endless sky.
Tumbling burnt pages from raging fire,
To leave ash of closer, to pacify.
A single deep breath near flaming pyre.
To see destruction with a silent face.
My eyes will cry when my soul is reborn,
And melts love's charade without a trace,
To feel a deeper sense of utter scorn.
I'll re-read those times, those places of pain.
Turn each blurring page still covered in ink,
And grasp sorrow, my caused domain,
To know its time for the mind to rethink.

 To see memory's flames or ashes cold
 To leave a hearth black stained by a fool's gold.


To leave a hearth black stained by fool's gold.
Grasp reality of destruction wrought.
Find a beginning of a story now told,
And clear a conscience from every wrong sought.
To me yesterday was a troubled time.
Now tossed in a fire by a spirit tired.
To release old deeds, to become sublime,
And free this burden from days conspired.
I'll empty ghostly ashes in the wind,
And gather joy from a new freedom found.
Though reading confessions not to rescind,
As they flutter slowly above sacred ground.

 Empty this hearth from its deep tearful sleep.
Filled with dung rich charcoal from flames that weep.


Filled with dung rich charcoal from flames that weep.
Reflections from what ever deed was wrong.
Memories now burned I shall never keep.
Wistful regret to let go, not prolong.
How crooked the path to find this resolve.
Tribulations faced to be cast aside.
To remember such things, to now absolve.
From years passing, to have grown inside.
To recollect and make peace in silence.
Finding wisdom in the sadness of youth.
When desire was King and love a science.
When lies were a sweet fragrance of truth.

 To sit in contemplation, as I'm old.
 A moments pause for memories turned cold.

11 Acknowledgement

A moments pause for memories turned cold.
To find regret in a time long ago.
When passionate kisses from lips were sold,
And a puppeteer's strings ended the show.
To see faces now with my due sorrow,
And claim my own emptiness in its time
Knew poems written were loves to borrow,
And each poem acknowledging my crime.
To bear witness to cruelty of hearts.
In days younger without care or remorse
To burn these writings now with all their parts,
And see in time I had changed my course.

 I'll unveil the truth for the sowing I reap.
 I'll free my chastened heart so it can sleep.

12 Peace

I'll free my chastened heart so it can sleep,
And seek comfort when eyes slowly close.
Find sweet dreams again, not shadows creep.
To sleep with heart soft, to the night expose.
Welcome peace from a past I've torn apart.
Know resurrection from a death imposed.
Convince my soul we shall never part.
A marriage revealed I have not opposed.
To set this fire with pages turned brown,
And remove each one from its proper place.
Toss it crumbled onto this fiery ground.
Remember with sadness each fading face.

  This painful cause forever on display.
 I'll build a fire blazing to yesterday.

13 Healing

I'll build a fire blazing to yesterday.
I'll light the hottest flame with haunting past
To free each ghost that I've allowed to stay.
In flames of my sorrowful heart I'll cast.
The stinging guilt reveals the saddest eyes.
Distance of years always expose a fool.
Silently heal, to understand is wise.
Hidden and sheltered to be minuscule.
I've rendered my heart to its deepest hue,
And burned dark shadows that had claimed a space.
I've traveled this ground for a better view.
To revisit a past my eyes must embrace.

 As smoke rises I will quietly stay.
 To purify my heart I'll reclaim this day.

14 Release

To purify my heart I'll reclaim this day.
Raise my arms to the bluest round sky.
Bless the moment and pay for its delay.
Feel each tear fall as I quietly cry.
I'll watch the sun rise with a mind now free.
Sleep without turmoil in the darkest night.
With regret I'll look back, the times I see.
And watch them disappear with such delight.
How cold love is if you are a captor,
And chained in its prison where you don't care
Footsteps move slow with a jailers laughter .
You'll shuffle down the halls you'll always share.
 I've burnt each poem for its darkness found
 Remembrance of quilt from pages turned brown.

15 Purification

Remembrance of guilt from pages turned brown
To read old poems, now scattered debris
Faded and torn from the books I throw down.
I'll build a funeral pyre for all to see
Yesterday's poems I've folded in time
To be cast in flames where memories cry
Their smoke froze in dark colored air will climb
I see them all rise to an endless sky
To leave a hearth black stained by a fool's gold
Filled with dung rich charcoal from flames that weep
A moments pause for memories turned cold
I'll free my chastened heart so it can sleep

 I'll build a fire blazing to yesterday
 To purify my heart I'll reclaim this day

contest Heroic Crown of Sonnets

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016

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Destroyer -about a poet-

who is this devastator?

tears brought freely to my skies,
slipping drops learn to fly,
sliding, falling, down ivory,
to land apon gently smileing lips,

destruction comes with beauty,
painted lips in colored blood,
emeralds shinning mischievous glint,
waves of dark night hiding skin,

stare out to the oceans path,
horizons meet the lines that laugh,
colors meet, to blend perfection,
wondering. . .

see a face, see a stare,
do you know who lies behind it there?
can you see past the walls?
or for you, do they so suddenly fall. . .

claim to be a destroyer,
claim to be a critic,
thus far i see a truthful woman or man,
thus far, i see no tricks. . .

in my mind i create a face,
though through my eyes i see none,
who is this destroyer,
who understood my hurt and love?

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2010