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I am strong

 I am strong

You may simply disregard me
with your arrogant throng
You may treat me with disrespect
I'm still here, I am strong

Why don't you like it when I succeed?
Why can't you be happy for me?
I walk on air, confidently
so, foot loose and fancy free

Just like hope and like faith
and the sureness of birdsong
I know where I belong...
I    am    strong

Did you want me to be shaking
so scared and all alone?
Feeling lost and so abandoned
with nowhere to call my home?

Does my happiness distress you?
Does it make you feel upset?
That I'm at peace lovin' myself
Livin' life without regret?

You may shred me with sarcasm
You can say I don't belong
You can hate me with your jealousy
But still, like iron, I'm strong

Does my confidence disturb you?
Can you not visualize?
That my words are captivating
and the crowds they mesmerize? 

From ancestral farmers sowing seed
I am strong
From hardy men of faith who believed
I am strong
I'm a true wordsmith, spinning words so true
weaving and knitting, as true poets do.

Never giving in to fear or to doubt
I am strong
I know what the love of God is about
I am strong
Building on the faith my forefathers had
I encourage the weak, make their hearts glad
I'm strong
I'm strong
I'm strong



John Derek Hamilton
August 17,2016















Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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Massacred Nation

The year 1890
December 29th
Wounded Knee, South Dakota
My tribe lost their lives

The USS 7th
On their orders so
To round up the Sioux
Railroad herd them and go

Us Lakota were next
To disarm their request
But my cousin Black Coyote
At best he was deaf

Not hearing the orders
To lay down our guns
A chain reaction
Ensued on my tribal ones

Chaos and mayhem
Distressed our grounds
This proud nation
Beaten down

Men, women and children
300 slain
Another reminder
For the white mans gain

To disrespect the fallen
Slows our souls to our gods
We were left in a blizzard
Hardened like logs

In three days we rose
Civilians did lift
And dumped us unceremoniously
In a hole in the drift

My corpse and my peoples
Stripped and robbed
As flakes of snow
Confirm our spirits have sobbed

As i am reborn again
In another country
It gives me the freedom
To look back and see

That December day in 1890
Gunning down innocent ones
Not so mighty
The Medal of Honor
In their distinguished past
The record still stands
On their chests they flash

But attitudes change
As two centuries pass
The Medal Of Honor
Has won back its class
No longer the weak
Gunned down by the strong
Its man against man
Sometimes they do wrong

So as i sit back in my adopted nation
Will i live again past this lives station
Writing the wrongs of modern man
This Lakota warrior who never ran


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009




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All That I Am

I love him with all that I am ...
Beyond the noise and hype of this world
Beyond the ebb and flow of ocean tides
Beyond all the hurt and pain we have borne
Beyond the dereliction and abuse
Beyond the bias and disrespect
Beyond the abandonment 
The disparagement, the scorn
I honor him, his beautiful spirit, and his heart
And ‘though tomorrow is not promised to him and me
As far as my heart does know, 
I will love him to infinity
~*~ 




Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010

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For My Sons

Never use the word hate
Brush your teeth before a date
Always enjoy a beautiful sight
Never be the first to start a fight
Remember your siblings and love each other
Never forget to call your mother
Always respect the power of a gun
Take time for yourself and have a little fun
Never disrespect your boss
Always be reverent before the cross
Don't blow your money on worthless junk
Always keep your head and never get drunk
Never unjustly take a life
Always love and honor your wife
Don't degrade or beat your child
Never take an animal away from the wild
Never believe a politician
Respect the sanctity of tradition 
Never make a girl pay for dinner
You don't always have to be the winner
Stand tall and be a man
Always do the best you can


A few instructions for my sons.


Copyright © James Andersen | Year Posted 2016

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Make this life easy

How long will it take for you to see
Life is just an illusion, it’s gonna pass eventually
The flesh is just a lie
Eventually you’re gonna die
But your soul will live on
Rejoice in this don’t mourn
God made you to die 
It’s why you were born
Last night GOD spoke to me
Your pain will end soon, so brother don’t worry
This world will soon pass
None of this is gonna last
But the word of GOD will live on
From the dusk till the dawn, on, on and on
He said pity the living, not the dead
I replied back to him
I meant no disrespect and this is what I said
Imma hold my head high and do my part until the end

So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die 
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy

Sister and brothers on streets
Instead of helping them get on their feats
We’re worrying about ourselves
It’s an endless cycle
man’s just looking out for himself
It seems clear to me
That nobody is free
Rich, white, black or poor you’re all the same to me
Trapped in a prison ruled by money
Don’t you think it’s funny 
Endless numbers and papers rules us 
We’ll never be happy
It’s not a mystery
The world is falling apart
I want it to end already, when will it start
Until then I guess I’m going to do my part
So while you’re here just make this life easy

So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die 
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy

This poem is inspired by Tupac's Life Goes On.


Copyright © Tilahun Taye | Year Posted 2014

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Honorable Mention

On entering this contest I have to admit
The fame it will bring me when I push "submit"
Is all that I'm after -  my name in bright lights
The kind of attention I earned with my writes.

I used to get noticed for walking in late
To school, then to jobs, and even for dates
My family picked up on my one loud defect
And thought they could fix me - no disrespect.

They told me that dinner would be served at five
When seven was really the time to arrive
Two hours they gave me to help cure the curse
But of course I found out and the problem got worse.

Right now I'm supposed to be cleaning my room
Instead, I am writing, ignoring the broom
My shrink says that tardiness is a cry for attention
I'll clean my room later for an honorable mention.


Copyright © karen feist | Year Posted 2008

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The Funny Side of Suicide

A friend of mine once inquired 
if I had suicide on my brain. 
"EVERY TIME I SEE YOU...
you chase away the rain." 

She looked a little puzzled 
but thanked me none the less, adding:
"Are you sure you're not contemplating 
the end of all your stress?"

"Why," said I, "should I decide
to end this life sublime
when all I want right here and now
is one more round of wine?"

"So cut the crap, go take a nap
or bring me red rose',
you're killing me with your questions
and all I want to do is play!"

Still she could not let it go
and asked me once again -
"Are you SURE you're not considering 
a permanent vacation, my friend?"

"Enough, enough of all this stuff
regarding grassy graves,
If you ask me one more time again
it's yours that will be made!"

And so she finally took the hint 
that I'm finer than a frogs hair cut - 
Never the less, I thanked her profusely
for caring so very much. 

* Inspired by a very special lady here in PSoup (who shall remain anonymous), recently  concerned about my state of mind.  I couldn't help but be impressed and touched by her genuine concern and felt compelled to reassure her that I'm "Finer than a frogs hair cut."  On a more serious note, REAL suicide is nothing to laugh about and if this poem offends anyone, I sincerely apologize and mean no disrespect to anyone touched by it's sad results.  All the best, Terry


Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2013

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ZEUS

ZEUS

1.
Oh Zeus,*
Ruler of starry heavens and of fertile earth,
Supreme among Gods and father of all men,
Your name known to me it is, although, you, unknown 
To me remain 
For 
No mortal, since the beginning of time, has set eyes upon
Your divine face**
But 
You, the immortal God, through the millennia with different 
Names to mortals have appeared*** 
Nonetheless 
Immutable and undeniable forever you are!

2.
Zeus, the “life-giver”, you are called 
But
With other names, too many of us, have chosen, you, to recognize 
So
Please, do not be offended if by a diverse name, I you identify, 
Cause 
My action doesn’t spring out of disrespect or spite 
But 
The result of my own ignorance it is and nothing has to do with your 
Holy essence  

3.
Tell me, oh Zeus,
Why in your name, throughout history, people have been killing constantly 
Each other?
This is difficult for me to understand, as you the father of all us were and 
Are and would, always, be 
So 
How could ever possible it be, for you, one of your children to demand
Another of yours to slay?

4.
One thing I beg you, oh Zeus, god of gods and of all the peoples’ father,
Is it feasible ever to enlighten us, the ignorant, of your divine essence, 
Of your immutability, omniscience, goodness and omnipotence, 
So as to see and comprehend that you this world have out of love created 
And that your law is eternal,
Thus we to be convinced, from now on, peacefully to live in harmonious
Coexistence? 



© Demetrios Trifiatis 
 09 SEPTEMBER 2014


*Zeus: The most powerful of all ancient Greek gods; ruler of heaven and earth, of all gods and all men. 
His name comes from the Greek verb “ Zein” and means “To live” so Zeus means the one that gives life: the “life-giver.” 
**Xenophanes of Colophon,  Greek philosopher and poet,  565 -478 BC. He said: “ No man has seen anything clearly nor anyone know about the Gods.”
** John epis:, first, chapter 4, verse 12 “ No man hath ever seen God at any time.”
*** Heraclitus of Ephesus, Greek philosopher 544-480 BC, said that Zeus didn’t mind if the people called him Zeus or by any other name. 
**** Ferekides of Syros, Greek philosopher , sixth century BC, said that when Zeus decided to create the world he changed himself to the love- god, Eros, and by doing so he managed to unite everything in a harmonious  whole which means that this world is the outcome of love.
****John, epis:, first, chapter four, verse 16: “ God is love; and he that dwelleth  in love dwelleth in God and God in him.”



Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

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Waiting

              
W A I T I N G.

************************

Seems as if I have waited
In line or on hold on the phone
Where blatant disrespect is shown

No longer fast service to show 
courteous appreciation
Just wait, wait, wait
Without consideration

Take a number
Life is what this is
Waiting for something
Or anything
Or nothing

Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Waiting to see
Waiting to hear
No longer is waiting a past time
Waiting is all the time

Take a number
Do not have a seat
Just wait

Stress high
I no longer know what 
I am waiting for
In this waiting game

When I get to the front of the line
The well has run dry
Or there’s a sign on the desk
Saying OUT to Lunch

My life is a take a number life
I have no reason to wait anymore
There is no wait left in me

The other shoe has fallen
The line is much too long
Time is up, the building closed
And now my time has come

I get on the line to talk with God
He asked me what I did while here

I waited, I exclaimed
I waited

I waited to be born
I waited in line to die

But most of all I waited...
On Christmas every year

Hello we are transferring your call ....

Hello, someone will be with you shortly
All of our representatives 
are busy helping other customers
Your wait time should be 
approximately twenty minutes

Hello, God
Can you hear me?

I waited..

I was next hello;     Buzzzzzz..


Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2011

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Hear My Sweet Dreams

Hear My Sweet Dreams


Hold your dreams tight!
In your sight then
Each night sleep there.

Dream on with glee!
You hold me thus
Lets be with care.

Under pale blue moon
Love blooms soon show
in rooms quite fair.

Velvet touch spreads!
On soft beds slept
Love weds our pair.

I think your kiss
Each I miss now
A remised share.

Hear my sweet dreams
We ride streams down
Fire steams our pair!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-07-2016 


Not For Contest. 
Added end rhyme as a bonus.....third verse each stanza..
there, care, fair, pair, share, pair .
 
POETRY FORM- Than-Bauk, 4 syllables per verse, 3 verses per poem.
I wrote mine as a double--never like to be restrained or told to follow limiting rules.
Thus this one is ineligible for the contest I wrote it for.
No disrespect but too bad the sponsor decided they did not want to read longer poems. -Tyr
 

POETRY FORM- Than-Bauk


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Speak to me

Speak to me not in riddles, but with your truth, plain and uncomplicated for there is no need for riddles when your thoughts are spoken with good intent and their purpose is for well being and understanding Speak to me not in angers potency, but after well contemplating its meaning and source for a conversation held in anger cannot be presented with clarity of thought or deed leaving possibility of tortured minds, or wounded hearts Speak to me not with disrespect, but with honor and integrity for I will not consider your words, or hold them as valid or worthy unless, they are justified with decency Speak to me not only with words, but with the language of your heart for at times, there is no need of words when one look can speak a paragraph, and one touch can say all that need be said L.ruby Meyer


Copyright © L.Ruby Meyer | Year Posted 2012

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Borrow My Sorrow

How magical it is to feel such a sad emotion
I need ingredients to concoct a happiness potion
Yesterday was not promised
So today I refuse to think about tomorrow
You want something from me?
Borrow my sorrow
It's like the moon blocks the sun
Eclipsed by the cold
Like frozen water we can't run
But still they pick up a gun
Prayers won't work, no disrespect to a nun
Feel like a vampire 
All I see is blood
Like the Devil rained on us his own version of the Great Flood
Who should mop and sweep the mess on our streets
Who pulls triggers more thugs or police
I respect the constitution
But despises murder, drug trade, prostitution
To the streets I used to make a large contribution
It comes full circle
The retribuition
We're like wolves, see a human, go into a rampage
Innocent people die from stray bullet's rage
After me you should follow
To Fenger High School where Derrion Albert was killed on camera in Chicago
Which is close to where I reside
Seeing him die hurt inside
Young people so animalistic
Now the city is mad we lost the bid for 2016 olympics
They worry about that more than hungry people
I've never felt so unequal
The last days are upon us
I can't believe God put this burden on us
But it's not his fault
Fate flipped on us
Did a somersault
What would you do rather spend your last dollar on
Food or your next high
One can help you live, one can help you die
This isn't about happiness
It's about sadness
Not about joy 
It's about madness
It's so unfair
We're drenched in dispair
So badly stressed
I'm 18 with gray hair
This isn't about glory
It's about greed
I refuse to see another human bleed
People go insane 
From fighting the pain
I'm wondering who controls this death game
Sometimes I feel doubt
Sometimes I want out
Cursed with a dry mouth
I wanna go into space and drift further south
Disgusted because the girl in California cornered by gang members who attacked
Lost lives are like lost time, we won't get it back
The aching in my head
Resents senseless bloodshed
Notice it's hard 
To find room in the graveyard
So dark on Earth, lack of sunshine
"Let there be light"
Aren't those your words Lord Devine
I'm okay with some rain, too much shine isn't so pleasant
Too much sun and no rain forms a desert
Too much cold lands us in the ice age
So I warm the world with the words on this page
Yesterday was not promised
So today I refuse to think about tomorrow
Want something from me?
Borrow my sorrow


Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2009

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Two Hand Clap

I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need to make some glass,
As it will proceed my foot in relation to your class,
That's a diametric description of an uncommon process,
I use it to repel obnoxious thoughts and logic,
The political storm seems to be the hot topic,
But what I see is dinosaurs in power,
Who don't want to get off it,
The ball, you dropped it,
Gigs up, you lost it,
Wings done, let's sauce 'em,
Awareness has blossomed,
We done playing possum,
You're boss, we want him,
Bring him down to the bottom,
And let's make him aware of our consciousness.

Are you really missing this?
Yo this is Excentrix,
Rich's psyche been known to split in an instant,
I represent a hulk like samurai witch,
Equipped to solve problems via the switch,
Cuz the man inside there is just a little kid,
See I tell the truth even when I lie,
Puttin' juice in busted axioms like Pie in the Sky,
"Yo dude, you know that's an idiom?"
Suck it, you're an idiot,
Guards, get rid of him!
I'm a linguistic mystic,
Suffering from a transpiritual sickness,
Where I'll always be a kid,
And live through my own deliverance.

Witness as I stab my own body of Christ,
Feels so nice to bleed emotion into the night,
With Excentrix as my weapon of my own conception,
I can justify intervention into the seas of deception,
Cleverly apply art to the lesson,
Of respecting yourself and recognizing transgression,
I don't need a stinking studio session,
Just flex my pen and in the end I'm winning,
My mental digestion invents a feeling,
That feeling going to climb me to the top of nimbus,
Behind us is a portal to another dimension,
Forgot to mention I'm the medium for the transmission,
I must be the exception because I'm good at listening.

I flip furniture when pressured,
Then turn a lecture,
Into a story told next to a lectern,
No disrespect sir,
But I'm disturbed by your indiscretion,
So curb your enthusiasm,
Before I burn this whole place down with plasma,
I got the EMP flow I brought back from the Matrix,
Excentrix is MVP for knowing when to go back to the basics,
Take it from me,
The artistic process is worth taking a stab at,
Just to prove that we're all humans,
And American Celebrity is mostly a magic act.


Copyright © Rich Metzger | Year Posted 2016

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Bubbletown Blews

Bubbletown  Blews


Whilst sitting and lying by a babbling brook
for once through the water I took a deeper look
then I saw into Bubbletown, bubbles popping with glee
for that is what they are meant to be
Down there, theres no time for heirs and graces
and no disrespect to creeds and races

no single bubble is better no matter how big or small
for history,religion and status there is no need at all
A bubbles life is simple you see to try not to pop for as long as can be
yet when it pops it sets others free

Then with a whip and a splash stuck to a sticklebacks fin
a bubble escapes from deep within 
no record will be remembered of this noble fleet
and  the bubble will join another bubbletown meet
no questions asked just join in the throng
for all bubble's are equal no matter how big and strong

and remember this as long as they thrive
the round little folk keep the whole stream alive
So take from this no matter how small and meek
the powers inside us to be strong and unique

just be like a bubble and raise to attest
then my son or daughter you can be like the rest 
no better no worse and you can fly
your sky is your limit if you put no one down, and greet others from outside of town
with a smile and a welcome instead of a frown !!!

MB 2013


Copyright © marc barritt | Year Posted 2013

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Don't Hurt Me

Don’t hurt me with your words
Don’t hurt me
Lies, innuendos, sarcasm, put-downs
Don’t hurt me

Don’t hurt me with your eyes
Don’t hurt me
Disdain, lust, skepticism, disrespect
Don’t hurt me

Don’t hurt me with your hands
Don’t hurt me
Pinching, pulling, scratching, slapping
Don’t hurt me

Don’t hurt me with your silence
Don’t hurt me
Indifference, abhorrence, neglect, control
Don’t hurt me

Don’t hurt me with your punishment
Don’t hurt me
NO touch, NO kiss, NO hug, NO SEX
Don’t hurt me

Don’t hurt me….

Don’t hurt me
…………………….. because you've been hurt
Don’t hurt me 
……………………...because you are in pain
Don’t hurt me
………………………because it feels good to you
Don’t hurt me
……………………..because you feel purged

Please, don’t hurt me…

My body will heal
My mind will never


So please….
……………….Please!
…………………………..STOP
…………………………………….HURTING
………………………………………………………ME!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

For all those who suffer verbal, physical, mental, emotional absuse!



Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Cruelty In Love

Why do you enjoy my suffering?
Does my torment really please you?
Disrespect me as often as you like.
Ignore my existence the way you do.

Why do you enjoy my suffering?
You claim to love with all your heart.
Selfish, cruelty must be an art form.
You excel in hatred, tearing me apart.

Why do you enjoy my suffering?
Your cold smile could conjure the dead.
Your evil stare torments my dreams.
I wish I could get you out of my head.


Copyright © Sean Day | Year Posted 2014

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Life In A Perfect World

Life in a Perfect World 

In a Perfect world negativity, would be null and void,
With Humans living in harmony, all on one accord!
No labels placed nor disrespect, or need for vanity,
Love would be free flowing, through all humanity!

In a perfect world there would be, no vast poverty,
Or lack of food and clothing, or dis-placed families!
Opportunities would be equal, regardless of one’s sex,
Men and Women working together, no movies rated “X!”

In a perfect world absolutes, would be without dispute,
With optical illusions becoming, segments of visual truths!
All things within our grasp, would be a great sight to see,  
In a perfect world we’d all enjoy, life’s limitless possibilities!

Written: © 2/16/16
Submitted for poetry contest: Second Chance #2
Sponsored by: Broken Wings


Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016

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Queen of my Heart Part 1

The queen of my heart lies here in state today, and my heart throbs,
Breaking like the darkness of any day, when she rose from her bed
And through rain and cold found her way in peasant haste and garbs
To scrub the pots, the clothes, the floor so her castle was fed.
I cannot regret her life, nor the hard gales of familiar poverty
It was her choice. My mother, Esther Jackson, in her simple life
The mold that makes great women virtuous, and wore the purple silk
Only few could see. She taught us them, nay, made us hard for strife:

This merchant ship that brought home bread, drank tea without milk
That we could form the fool in school; her hands were not afraid 
To work and we learnt the royal value of industry, and took pride
Like her in doing simple things well. Against our selfishness she laid
The whipping of her tongue, and kept the best things she had inside
For strangers she expect to come. She wasted no oil, and used liberally
The rod of correction, pleading in our ears the cause of the poor
So that even a Balias, unwashed, unloved, found favor at her door.  
When she told us to blow out that "Home Sweet Home" lamp, surely
You know she was saving oil, that she may have something to give away
And we may learn a person is never too poor to give, for bounty
Is not from the hands, it is from the heart. I loved this woman, the way
She prayed, calling each name and action to God, praising him happily,
And full of thanksgiving for each pound of flour and codfish she
Was able to cook at dead of night. You cannot measure her industry,
Tilling the soil, or raising hens and children, you do know her here
Whose fingers fumbled through arthritis to sew her children clothes
Who stood like a man, machete in hand, to fight the one who would dare
Disrespect her gate or threatened violence, the thorn upon the rose
Command respect, and her beauty a fragrance we can still smell today.
Our lamp never went out, our clothes had no holes if we cared


Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009

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Love Defined

Love Defined

You say you want to be with me
Then these truths you must know
Because, my love, you have to see
It’s more than the feeling we show

True Love does not want to control
It, instead, will yield and submit
From deep within the very soul
Where the flame of love stays lit

To me, it should always be you first
And you should put me first today
Though sometimes we hunger and thirst
I will show you the most excellent way

Love will wait as long as it takes
And return only kindness despite all
Contented in itself, and what it makes
It lives without the prideful fall

Love cannot disrespect you or me
And will never insist on having its way
Neither will it react wrathfully
It will forget the wrong of yesterday

Love does not exist in wicked deeds
But will flourish in what’s pure
It guards our hearts as delicate seeds
Ever faithful, it is always sure

Love is hope when we don’t see it
It stays the course when we fall
And will carry us out of the pit
Giving awesome joy to us all

Many have said it really hurts so
Though in truth that love is not real
For if it’’s true love, you’ll always know
It will be so much more than you feel

It is our imperfections, so hard to admit
That will cause love to take the blame
For love, perfect and pure, will never quit
It is us that want to make love a game


Copyright © Steve Richey | Year Posted 2009

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Puppy Love

A love so vast, 
 One that will last.
A bond like ours, 
 has a love that is vast.

No matter what things, 
 that we may go through.
I know you were meant
 for me, and I for you.

My sincere apologies, 
 for anything I may have said.
WE should be more careful, 
 of where our words tread.

I'll never make an excuse, 
 for the things I've done.
I just hope you love me
 enough NOT to run.

Just know this one thing, 
 I love everything about you.
And always will no matter what, 
 you may ever say or do.

That doesn't mean that, 
 I'll let you walk all over me.
Sometimes love isn't enough, 
 And one day, this you will see. 

I love you with all my heart, 
 but I won't allow your disrespect.
When you're all alone, with no one around, 
 I'm sure you'll see, you're not so perfect.


Copyright © Aleera De La Keur | Year Posted 2009

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This one is for you

  From time to time I find myself staring into the heavens lit by our stars
The elders spoke of each star having its name, and how God knew the all by it
  At a very young age I grew much interest in adventure, to be an explorer of such
Dream after dream, a huge imagination for images costed no money, dreams of much
  I lived by my creativity and will to be strong
Not many believed in me
  Some of which even put me down, stateing that I was worth nothing
With a shattered heart I saw the days evolve into night
  Patiently awaiting the sight of the first star
Dropping to my knees making a wish upon the first star in view
  Who would know that the stars grant no wish
My first language was spanish
  Not a single word of english or french I spoke
Growing up in grade school, I was the cause of many jokes
  I had not much but a few rags that I kept clean as best to my ability
Shoes with holes made my month
  None mattered because the love I searched was not of school but of my own home
Always been so different
  A mind of a genius
The will of a warrior
  But the love of...
When the tide is high swim not
  For a tormented sea might just never return you
I play guilt
  Guilt I know not for I made it as best I could
Sing me a song that I may sing to
  Paint me a portrait so that I too may loose in the form and color
Write me a poem so that I may see it play
  Pardon me for not being what you wanted me to be
Pardon me for being me
  I hope one day you may forgive my life
I meant no disrespect, what did I ever do to you
  You abused me and stomped on my heart
You punched my soul right out
  I'm sorry for not being you
And I pass to find my joy
  I will live to meet my future
This one is for you dad


Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009

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Blood

you break, you take, you ruin it all
you run, you scream, i take the fall
you go, you kill, our lives at stake
you dump another body into the lake

you mate, feed, kill, repeat
no bother trying to be discreet
the warm of blood, the taste of meat
makes another tasty treat

you have zero fear of damnation
you disrespect all creation
you are the evil i avoid
and in the end will be destroyed


Copyright © Kevin Elmore | Year Posted 2010

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A question ...

With every new time it is a moment inside my mind 
I shall not fear my tears as they appear 
I will not close my eyes to what is so clear
Nor shall I live in lies as this brings cries 
I shall not hide my emotions that I have once disguised
I will not be a master in a world of disrespect

I am begging for a world that pleases 
I do not know if I can see this 
No tarot card can deny for what I think I find
As a tower may fall I shall not lay down on the floor
I will want for more and more as you open the door
Promises to unfocused dreams is a heart felt tease

There is no reality in this insanity
I can only hide inside my desires 
A turning point is coming fast
Will it all last a question to be asked
A loyalty thats is not heard 
Which I deserve in abundance

Can you not be what your wishes dream 
Do you hold deep in your thoughts
A life that holds no bars
Do you not want the closeness of heart
When does all you speak start
As I am hidden in the dark ....




Copyright © sarah hales | Year Posted 2010

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Let's Talk About It

I can hear grandma’s voice now, “she’s such a beautiful little girl…” What was it about me that gave him attraction? Only a sick old man could find sexual satisfaction- Six years old was I when my innocence was stolen, my essence once whole, then left in sheer fractions. He was the prodigal man, the boy made of golden. I can hear grandma’s voice now, “what happened to my sweet granddaughter?” From where did he learn such pleasurable abuse? He was a monster at best, dense and obtuse- I’ll never forget the first time he pinned me down, I was so little and weak as I tried to refuse, in solitude I wept, forever wearing a frown. I can hear grandma’s voice now, “she used to be such a good little girl…” I turned nine and still held onto this harm in silence, too young to realize the effects of his violence- I was wounded on the inside and outside had scars, turning into a sassy girl full of disrespect and defiance. He would finish with me then go smoke his cigar. I can hear grandma’s voice now, “oh you rude girl, my son would never do that!” She never listened to me as I carried this cross, and losing my grandma became my greatest loss- She turned her back on me, I never saw her again, she used to love me, was my absolute best friend. His harm broke us, and our relationship paid the cost. I can hear my grandma say on her deathbed, “sweet girl, I’m so sorry…for I too was a victim” Why would she avoid my pain from his pleasure? I guess she was threatened by him beyond measure- Oh, I wish I could rip off his hands and throw them away, my life should’ve been a gift, an undamaged treasure. Now I live with the guilt and shame every single day. I can hear the Lord say, “my sweet child, forgiveness is the key, rest assured in darkness hold onto me- When your fear takes a turn for the worse, I pray only My light you shall see, always hold My hand and put Me first. Let's talk about it contest August 1, 2017


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017

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I am a virgin slammer

I am a virgin slammer,
Let me get that over with,
So if I stammer and speak like a bludgeoning hammer,
Let the record be clear: I’m just trying to go with this.
So I won’t walk the walk or talk the talk,
I may even stain the sheets while I am at it,
A crimson red outpouring of moonshine soup you best delete.
This isn’t going to be easy, I am feeling downright queazy,
Who do I pretend to be today? 
How many second meanings should I hide behind?
Should I show my behind to get the right effect?  Or be that disrespect?
Elloweeeze Eloise where are you, I need your attitude, right now,
Get your little sass into my face so I can pull this off with urban grace.

Second meaning by the way is not like second base..
It’s more like you understand that I understand that you understand what I understand,
Which is a very non-poetical way of saying you don’t get it.
Do you?
Nah, you don’t.
Woaaa, I don’t like this tone or where this is going,
Better to slam this casket shut,
Close it man, bury it 
This storm ain’t gonna get blowing, 
Not enough to sack Rome with at least,
Chill down a bit, let it sit, slow, slow, slow, down
down 
down 
down
Into another town I must go,
Find another weather pattern,
Let it snow.
By the way, I didn’t finish my thought about second base,
Didn’t quite tie that one in,
So let me try to do something about that,
Fear, dust…. ?  Oh, I lust…
By way of second meaning I will show you where its at,
You see (no you don’t) second base is not like second meaning
Because (I don’t mean to lecture you my faithful reader just stay with me
Together we shall taste victory)
Because… well just because (by the way I feel a buzz)
Because while second base is halfway to home second meaning 
Is as far away as you can get from home,
At least the kind of home where your mommy and daddy live.
Oh, your mommy and daddy….
Or where doggies and kitties roam.
Don’t touch the cute doggy, its gonna bite you..
You see, second meaning is like dreaming,
Of worlds and words that get to go streaming, 
Carried down a river, right smack into a gaping verbal liver,
On the other side of this metaphorical ride,
You can take what once was and use it to deride.
Did I make that clear, my teary-eyed poet little dear?
Am I filtering things enough for you?

So let’s get back to business and draw up another plan,
No diversions this time, I’m gonna be a man now,
The big poet man, destroy what I can,
That’s right, that’s what I am,
A big poet human flotsam sack of feathery fluff,
Whose gonna huff and puff and blow this safe-house down,
Down 
Down
Down
Into the ground
And bury all you living poets under a mound,
Of toothpaste carrion and jelly-shaking deception.

What kind of reception do I expect?  
Less than lukewarm I suspect,
This is a virginal conception after all,  I am untouched you know,
Pure, white, light innocent snow,
Falling, slow, slow, slow,
Down 
Down 
Down
Upon fertile land that has known no plow,
Oh, no….
I feel a seizure… wouldn’t you know

ZZZZZsurprise, Johnny is back,
Let us pick up the slack, slam a knife in your poet back,
Have some fun, take out my horny verbal gun,
Do a zig-zag flyby, grab you by the wings, count your balls,
Watch as you fall
Down 
Down 
Down
Into the bottle you go
(better to have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy) - that’s a quote “quote”
And that was all you wrote my little friend,
Buzz, buzz, buzz
What a killer buzz….

Did I tie in lust?
Well, if you have my trust,
I will get back to you on that one.
My girl in little red shoes, I will bring you news,
And tell you who I AM.


Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2014