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Race Card by Robinson Jr., Freddie
Colusion Course by Ferguson, Duncan R. M.
I hate me by Whisper , PYG's
Death Has Spared Me Again by Crisci, Andrew
As I laid there by Gutierrez, Rosaelia
Dear Humanity: by Capitano, Phil
OPPORTUNITY - Employee of time factory by Motwani, Mona
The Cry of a Nation by Jarrette, L.C.
Unscrupulous Man by Phillips, Christine
Little One the Bunny by Pascua, Marielou

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Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| THE ROSE ~THE ROSE~ This is not a poem about a rose Nor a poem, about diligence and beauty Today, I sit and stare at the walls Walls, that bare the complexity of life Every breath, every tear I shed in my room Set out to pollinate every seed, every bud- Life once - was the perfection of everything Now, water drops as I drown in my sentiments --- Sentiments that no longer hold meaning I feel so empty now that you are gone. This is not a poem about a rose, Rather, it may be, I write about death Death is a man with no face A man who sits every night Patiently, he sits on the edge of everything Waiting and waiting, For the thorn to prick the stem of who I am, Who I used to be, in hopes I end the suffering Every night he sits on the bedside Watching and waiting As I gaze deep into the dark watery walls I lose the strength and resilience in my eyes. Creating a dormancy, that shuts out the light In a place where darkness prunes itself another day There and only there, I draw the silhouettes where life once bloomed The echoes of my heart still call out your name A name that no longer exists by my side Slowly, the musk withers into the air In remembrance, you were once here Perfection Gone, ~And a rose is just a rose~ :) 4-16-16 Copyright © Poet Destroyer A \| Year Posted 2016
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| A Stream Of UnConsciousness Listen to poem: without a pen i bleed my poetry on this pad for all to read you know me i write too much without enough to say that's how my love works and who i am i won't quibble about the bill i'll pay even leave a generous tip from the tip of my toes ten in all to my arms reaching for the sky and if by chance i overreach so what i'll take the moon and the sun too there's no risk if it doesn't burn without risk safe is just a place imagined there's no jazz without a blue moon no hearty laugh if you've never felt blue let's skip the intros run the bases hit that home run on our first date i'll kiss you an eon hold you on my chest whisper in your ear i'll make you laugh promise to bring you back once the ecstasy of us peaks but don't worry like a gold yo-yo or even a trampoline we'll bounce back and return to euphoria catch our breath careful not to break the string or miss the circled spring you can only have it all once you understand 'nothing' we're born with it but without the wit to understand it me i held it in my hand until i was old enough to throw it like a boomerang and every time it returns it's you i always knew bliss isn't forever just the length of your kiss from my first breath i was convinced there'd be a long last sigh as long as it's the love of two my love for you your lips for me our horizon is not a straight line just the only line i crave so bring out the bongos play me a beat and let's dance into eternity a series of lives each one unique and always it's you and me one more go let's breathe May 24 2017 armand Copyright © Maurice Yvonne \| Year Posted 2017
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Umbrella I Will Cry If this world really mattered, Why does it bleed? I could tell you how much I love you, But, that will never heal the pain. I am never at peace. Every day I cry for grace. Every day my tears engrave a large hole. A rich perfume redolent of rain- -the only stain in my soul. What has become of the sun? Where have all the stars gone? I am a sinner! A tapper on the roof, I fell without angel wings! A small ripple that splashed into the pavement crack. I couldn't be saved! I am a lonely bard I have no song to sing. This empty ballad is my home. A feathers against the dying wind- -my only expression. I will cry' Raindrops from the sky. Tears from a simple narrow-minded girl, Water wept into this sorrowful world. I will cry’ A view you can’t erase, A window you can’t shut; Tears you can't brush. I will cry' A river that flows into the night of days. I will cry' like a child, and nobody can take that away. I will cry- once more... No one will ever care, That I cried! PS..... Please remember the smell of earth after rain. by;PD Copyright © Poet Destroyer A \| Year Posted 2013
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Your Judas Like Tan ""Child's Play"" You go down like rain, A wishing star in disguise, You scream bloody murder -the perfect two face disgrace Your lips forever stain and reside with Benedict A Your eyes hide the truth, like a lost domain in space Darling, that will never cut what bleeds from a mother's heart My precious doll, your feathers are mourning like a flightless dove Is this to be love, standing there while I fall apart Our younger years, display nothing but love, Like the wonder years, you will remain more precious than a gem From one betrayal to another, a heart colder than winters zone That never counts as failure, when it comes to unconditional love Darling, the pain and secrets were never yours to absorb alone "My sweet darling, Let me hold you once more!" My beautiful girl, the nights grow random like sin Your mind's fast at switching grapes on a vine Fault, from a mother to son, too much exposure from the sun Insanity and sin remain, from a mother to her daughter Soaking in salt that protects me from a loaded gun A shameful way to sunbathe your skin like a shooting star My beautiful daughter, you put my heart behind bars My dearest cry baby, you're all grown up these days Sweetheart, I don't see you going home These towels will not dry The feeling of fresh flowers from the center core Your man-made drama spreads through every walkway Allowing darkness to reach the floor -- Once again the sun, has revealed your Judas like tan Your tears have flowed, one too many times Here we are, covering every bruise Raising every brow in hope everything's gone Darling, no one will love you like I do I whisper your name and wish life had nothing to misplace Sweet darling, your eyes are rolling dice A low roll of dominoes misleading everyone the wrong way This time I can't cover your mistake with a blanket, My little darling, you have gone too far Your paper dolls aren't cutting smiles from this frown I've always known your the Iscariot, Selling your soul for a mere quarter These tears were never yours to sell for at the end Our sins will have more weight than a thousand pounds of amber My beautiful darling, I forgive you every day, I want you to know, I'm Sorry about the things I had to enunciate I don't understand how easily you trampled our bed of roses Carrying over the moon in your treason white gown Darling, Mommy wants you to understand The voice of reason was for your own good The knife in my back is rusted The father clock continues to stand still Sweet child, the allusion you left behind faded long ago Contradicting your life with your infamous pretty face logo My dearest cry baby! Why the tan lotion, where's your sense of guilt? Is this another game of child's play? Darling, it's time to put them toys away "My Sweet Darling, I need to hold you once more." By: PD Copyright © Poet Destroyer A \| Year Posted 2014
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Thinking Out Loud Listen to poem: ~writer's notes~ i think out loud from my fingers to a keyboard so forgive me if my speak is somewhat long winded if it has swirls and curls this is me hopefully you want to hear my voice in its totality ~the prologue~ just a child he clenches his teeth grinding creating a screeching sound much like worn out brakes the yell of steel on steel he bleeds my God how he bleeds a deep breath and boiling burgundy spills over the structure of his frame wears down the flesh to the bone the sun stops shinning birds start falling out of the skies have you ever heard a dog wail in pain that was him that loud puppy the barking that breaks the night in two i confess he was me - emphasize 'was' ~the story~ back in the day in the dead of night still young cautious we met at a special place where nature's hand had drawn a line a spot unique only we could define where pulses race at an amazing pace like cranking dry ice through veins You asked me "Do you believe in love at first sight." I answered "I believe in love under any circumstance." (later you told me you loved those words) you clarified "in love - i mean do you believe in falling 'in love' at first sight." I replied "I believe in sparks." your face lit up "Sparks?" you asked "Yes," I proclaimed "sparks and kerosene." looked you directly in the eyes smiled and added "wanna burn?" we kissed (how soft this moment was to the touch) the cosmos slowed down i swam in its essence at a crawl devoured this sliver of time as it simmered almost at a standstill I uploaded it to memory my internal library one with shelves leather bound shards of experiences with strong spines one's could stand the test of time our sweet union warm lit now a part of me you stole my lips bound to my heart as they are grazed against my waining restraint surrendering all reason i lost myself to your tender grip your gaze touched me deeper than any man should be felt like a unique note of music heard once never forgotten my wanting a whistling kettle a cool vapour of cleansing mist a burning desire to inhale your presence and never breathe again from then on it was always us you you were always there when I thought I was falling off the earth you handed me what you called gravity saved me from an endless existence among a bevy of extinguishing stars always had a paper pad a pen you were the only one understood my ink flowed of its own volition had a mind of its own could run slowly like a glass smooth lake or like rapids - rabid foaming at the mouth a waterway damaged by jutting rocks as it hits the sea wall - hard however no matter the ups and downs you you were always there when i sang Dylan and Cohen quoted them in Malta, Prague, Croatia lectured people smile the same in Europe as they do in South America cry the same in Africa as in Asia both when tears flow over smiles continued in England some tend to speak quietly in France their passion often screams so when I needed you when there were no words instinctively you just held me soothed my pain i was a man in motion interested in fusion our minds would eventually meld with love held shared a single bed like queen and king when we walked the moon was ours alone the promise of your love the nature of your embrace the perfume of your mane you you were always there ~ the epilogue ~ your words touched my heart your lips softened it your shine tickled my fancy your hold owned my smile together life seemed so unreal in the best of ways when the universe its vast array of entities pauses for what seems forever i dance stupid knowing everyone's looking even staring in disbelief that's what our love allows me the courage to be me no apology i live my time cradled in the calm of us live it just - being and you you are always here Copyright © Maurice Yvonne \| Year Posted 2016
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| PINK LACE Every pace change --is the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon "PINK LADIES" The phone rings, The clock dings, I scream, scream, and scream: I can’t grasp what is real I can’t inhale the lives you steal This game is like murder in the first degree, I can barely feel the words you're expressing. Your hand, holding on to mine as if it was the last I crawl I hide behind these moonstone walls There it stood and stole my Womanhood Pink is the ointment rubbed inside my diary. --- I crawl- I remember- Looking for a dream, where the women wear combat boots Women ready to kill all confrontation with nukes. --- I was lost! Do you know the feeling? Once you hear, the “C” word your mind starts spinning, You can’t see what’s going on, Your smiles soon to be gone, --- LOOK AT ME! On this fright night, I bleed Hold on tight, of the dead of this night I’m down on my fallen knees, A secret I can't keep, no longer need Breaking backs when I mention the word “C.” It is like getting struck by a freight train Taking what belong and makes ME me! Forgetting the Pink October ribbons, I wore Taking time to weave them into the last strand of my red chemo hair. --- Now here you are, Standing on the chest Heavy shoulders a violin press. No longer needing the little black dress Skin pink tight leather, now you caress My eyes are full of tears Once I discovered the beast came back without fear The news blew like a missile in heat With a fire’s shooting out from the dark Sweltering me, blazing me, Leaving the world, all ribbon tied. Dimples and pretty lips, I drop the world with beauty and tissues. Filled with pink ivory issues This is the way that I feel, I am real… You are a killer, you are a disease! You sit there and shatter our lives, With many of us, you’ll discover we do not break like glass Still, we walk in high heels strolling through pink valley skies. With a charm called a Pink Ribbon; -I WORE- --- - A heavy pink scarf now I wear like a noose, Remembering my days have been numbered --- I PLEAD FOR MY LIFE? I have no family to lean on Everybody’s plus my mother is gone You are the undead: Leading some of us into a watery grave You are like a jack in the box Hiding until you are found… You’re silent until your jobs done... You made us angry, you made us cry, you killed many… However, you will never come close to a glorious ~Victory~ We are “PINK LADIES,” who continue to be strong I will find a way to sew my chest back to its caressing view! One day will find the cure, And, destroy YOU "The miserable ‘Breast Cancer’ Disease" "ONCE AND FOR ALL!" by; PD Dedicated to all the females of the world. ((And men whose life touched by this disease)) Copyright © Poet Destroyer A \| Year Posted 2012
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| When A Man Cries No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight that your shadow could get thin. I had no idea that there were dry tears that one could shed while sporting a joker’s smile for the crowd. No one told me you could be naked, closed within yourself, folded and squatting in the black, as your pillow bled white against the dark but I have had those nights. I know I have walked miles alone left a trail three miles deep in the cement on the street where I reside. I remember and still live moments where everyone talks as if we are in echo chambers and my ears catches every word and my mind never processed even one. My mother never warned me that love could be so deep. She didn’t tell me that another could own so much of you. I still weep dry ice tears. I still scream in empty fields the wind against my back to mask my wail and hide my pain. I know I still function perfectly. I still roll the dice , last week I bought Boardwalk and when I crossed Go I collected my two hundred dollars. As far as the board game world knows I’m just quieter than I use to be but fine otherwise maybe even improved. So in these days of my haze as I function in a fog of loss I replay that moment over and over again. She is gone, she left me in a rage and frankly I was confused because she played the love game until the last moment, until that moment. I admit I'm ashamed how the crows tear at my flesh just thinking of her with another man. How the sun burns when I see her smile or think of her laugh shared sincerely with another guy. Apparently she never gave me that. In my blindness I accepted us as in love but she tells me now so many years later how she despised me but never said a word. Me the fool I still want her I still yearn for her touch. I would chew on nails just to sit with her. Why is my love so deep, so singular? Other people move on. I’ve seen it. She is gone, she wasn't even here those twenty years plus. She wasn't around when she bred our child. Why won’t I move on? No one ever told me that losing her would be like this. Told me that you could break every bone in your body and it would hurt less than this less than losing her. When I knew she was gone for good when I finally accepted it, I cried until I couldn't cry another tear and then I cried some more. 29~12~2014 Armand Copyright © Maurice Yvonne \| Year Posted 2014
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key. Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning. I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open. I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew. I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move, my lungs were grasping for air for some oxygen some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking, it was like moving through mud, like a slow motion scene in a movie. But this wasn't a movie. This was my life and I could feel it slipping away from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine. I had heard those noises a hundred times before, they were the sounds of an Angel but this was no heaven this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker. It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment. Why hadn't I just turned back? I could barely see, my eyes were blurry, covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed. Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster would control my actions from here on in. I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge. I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this. This hacked away at my spirit, tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think. I think I said, I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face she didn't need to speak, but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours, it was minutes. It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer; there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart. Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go, I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster Copyright © Maurice Yvonne \| Year Posted 2014
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Love - An Explosive Rant Listen to poem: she was all like - there's something i have to tell you but before she gets to say it his ex wife shows up he's all like - she's going to be staying with me she says - for the weekend he says - for the summer as he walks away you see regret all over her face you know if he knew you know he'd give his eye teeth that's the way they tell stories life however is not a scripted story it doesn't work like that people in love one's the fridge the other's the magnet you can't avoid that kind of attraction your lips are locked before your mind even kicks in love is like that you don't walk around it it is an a to b and it is direct you don't walk through one door just as she walks out another you can be in a huge city somehow you both walk in to the same restaurant somehow you're both alone less than a second later you are glued to one another super glued to one another there is no where no where else you want to be you are stuck together like a tongue on a frozen metal post no matter how painful it is you are exactly where you want to be you don't ah and hum around it you shout it from the rooftops you use a bullhorn you are anything but shy about it you know what love is love is EVERYTHING no one i mean no one dances around love love owns you when they write stories they feed their audience the same crap their used to me? i'll play some games you know 'suspension of disbelief' but love you have to serve me a five star meal you don't settle for less when love when your EVERYTHING is the topic Copyright © Maurice Yvonne \| Year Posted 2016
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Devils Deadly Dime Devils deadly dime The sign said no grown-up at the playground. Tripping on a penny, like a mime! My hand is in my pocket with the dime I found. Its all mine, I asked for the devils hand that time. Echoes in my head, bounded by a screaming sound. Paying for a forgotten crime, on what comes around goes around. A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime. Jumping off the merry-go-round! Encouraged by the devil, the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme. Now the world is measured by my blood level. The devils delight feasted on my youth before I hit my prime. Bashing my mind, with thoughts implanted by evil. Entering the day with no beauty to my sublime. Begging him to remove this anvil! He laughed while he cursed me with a favor for a favor. A fallout so violently in this world not civil. One can only lust on the taste that only he can savor. Hanging out by the swings wounding me with prey, on two victims to his delicious flavor. I climb my way to teach a lesson in hate not love. Two siblings who always scream for each other. Giggling as I offered each a push and a shove. Stopping they give each other a big hug. Defeating and proving love is a stronger disease The devil wicked eyes looking at me like a bug. Clawing at my inner guts with remorse that he will win this war. Until another day one skips the penny, and begs a poor fool like the devil for his dime. Tossing heads for his tail when times hits rock bottom. I will stray away from his deadly reaction time. He will not own my soul so freak'em, and his greedy deadly beg of a dime. by;pd Copyright © Poet Destroyer A \| Year Posted 2010
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| I Think Of You - At The Edge - 3 A reflection of the coloured pencil drawn sky skates on the glass smooth surface below it. While a rebellious group of shades take their positions on a glorious stage to express themselves artistically and I... i think of you Wisps of clouds shaped like a palm leaf fan the winds that stoke the fire of a randomly sketched sunset. I... i think of you The cool of an ocean breeze travels the shadows of this low lit evening. Caresses my skin like the essence of romance. Enthralled by the allure of a candle lit sky, I... i think of you... Our French Bakery early mornings. Café au lait and croissants. Our freesia soaked baths. Your mink soft body. Its milk and honey scent. As I fall off the edge of the world, I... i think of you. March 19 2015 Armand Copyright © Maurice Yvonne \| Year Posted 2015
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| On One Knee Listen to poem: if you wanted to dance with me i mean really wanted to dance with me then i would i would dance with you if you needed me to walk on water i would stand there until the lake froze then i would i would walk on water for you if you suggested i climb a mountain warm at the bottom freezing at the peak i'd buy you a snow globe turn it upside down and up hold your hand warm watch the freezing snowfall climb your suggestion creatively if you mentioned you'd like me to paint your portrait i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find blend them on a canvas paint your colourful internal portrait every crayon in the box that's who i see if you said move me i wouldn't hire a truck or even touch one stick of furniture i would write this poem for you put a bow on it fingers crossed i would move you your lips are always on my mind if you want a man willing to do... ...a man... ...hold you gentle but firm i'm here ring in hand on one knee November 28 2016 Copyright © Maurice Yvonne \| Year Posted 2016
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| A Crow's Command I be a common salty, once, No captain's bars, did bear, Yet blessed was I to venture, Where few a skipper dared. From steadfast crow's high perch I watched the bright coast beacons wink, Through a biting spray's December gale, What goring shoals would sink. For untold days I rocked atop An oaken spar at length, While wake and skies conveyed my eyes, Lord Neptune's sullen strength. Busy dogs, the mates and jacks Bent hard to tasks below, While toward the sky, with glass to eye, My post waved to-and-fro. First was I to e'er spot land, My voice the first to yell, Aye, first to sight the skull and bone, And raise the warning bell. "Thar she blows!" was oft my call If viewed a breach, had I, And "Friend or foe?!?" the question barked, If strange sails split the sky. But the moments that becalmed my soul, As the swells ticked off my time, Were star-filled nights, a bullion moon, And the phosphorescent brine. The darkest times were battlements, When the ship groaned in its might, But never dark, the eventide, Sea and sky awash with light! So rare, it was, to find this tar On deck or down below, And rarer still, did I abdicate, My nest there in the crow. Well, I'm adrift on shore now, With brittle bones and gray, Yet still my mind climbs up the mast, To man my post and sway. And when the angels task me, To a new and heavenly crow, I'll bend my gaze to the looking glass, And give a hearty "Tally-ho!" For the "Create A Character" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins Drewer. Sponsor. Copyright © Greg Barden \| Year Posted 2017
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Little Fire I witness you fading away, The winds blow frantically They are against us, as all are Little fire, rise in my cupped hands Be it my life I shield from the elements so unfeeling? Little fire, brighten as I feed you This moisture receding from my pores must cease Before I drown this diminishing beauty I gasp, Surprised at the howls and retorts of this icy tempest Nature’s exhalations mean to end what must naturally end My hands shake Little fire—my life! —I must keep you alive! Grow against all odds Against the screaming whirlpools of bluster Against the torrential tears that mean to overcome you Against the ashes that can only watch the desolation around you, As you search for more fuel to masticate My flesh is no treasure to me, So lick me deep, my flame Devour these hands that shield you Rise hastily, as you burn Ascending up my arms, Lighting every goosebump, shriveling every hair Rise till I am all aflame in this wilderness Boil and evaporate every murderous tear— The fluids of sorrow that so pulverize purpose Eat through every sinew, and every tissue, Every muscle and every bone that has grown For this moment and this moment only I give you every piece of me, little fire! So that my spirit, finally free, shall rise to the heavens Past the shrieking winds, preceding through the jeers of thunder I give you my all, blessed fire! So that these eyes may witness every storm die And I may laugh at their futility! Copyright © Laura Breidenthal \| Year Posted 2016
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Insanity or Death Insanity or Death Life begins with insanity~~ ~Your soul is kicking and screaming, Ready to exit with the touch of human hands. Insanity rides on a gallant stallion ready to pant. Hides in the mind, mourning its captive soul. Ready to breach over holding its breath. Projecting in and out without a guide. Bites away at the feast, enchants for freedom. From the lips………..... Taking length against a world of dilemmas, Contrasting to a never happy end. The epidermis cover every wall of insanity. To live, to eat, and to suffocate it determination without air. Dramatically hallucination against its will of no wells. Until it realizes it can drink without water. No further needs a slumber. The mind-bends and unfolds to ordinary jolts, When left to human consummation. Insincerely bidding and cutting to die in the sleep. Is how it pleads! Graves where dreams have no meaning. Caves where goodness can be redeemed. A temple of misguided fortune. All respect lost to this infection, The patients’ weight distracted from an antidote. The madness begins too finds admiration- That makes catastrophe go on and on. The psychosis of the mind and mockeries of them will never be gone Dictating in everything wrong, Layers of cramped bricks, level the isolation. Death drags its feet off into this infinite helix world. A source of light breeding out of darkness. "Sanity is no friend of mine!" Insanity is earth herself, Where there is life, there is a reason, Where there is reason, there is madness, Where there is madness, there you are, Feeling nothing………………... Lost in darkness................ ~Your soul is kicking and screaming Life ends with death~~ (first I feared life, now I fear death) Copyright © Poet Destroyer A \| Year Posted 2012
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| To Bloom in Red Flame Underneath all the layers Of tradition Of religion Of philosophy Of reason and understanding I smolder In passion's pleasure bed of red Paroxysms of pleasure Emanate from my core Searing the shroud Flames of fantasy's feast burn Yearning I yearn and lie in wait In my ambuscade with the relish to ravish ravaging every fiber Conceived in the throes of passion My conception is my perception of life Woven into my being I’m prisoner to pleasure monomania Obsession of desire hysteria My cacoethes: gratification gratified Thus, I scintillate sparks Riding on my satin flares They captivate your stare You see me Feeling the heat of sultry flame You want to play scorch torch game So your reach out to touch Mere kindling in my blazing wake You quake as I slake your florid fantasy awake Convulsing in temptation’s torment You combust to lust Consummating till consumed Eliciting my passion flower bloom In opulent oriental room You swoon Exertion exhausted Gratification’s glory gained Having tasted my reign Revived your leave Yet… My image I’ve seared On your flesh and mind Branded, you’ll find Your way back to me Slave to my passion's decree You’ll come to me And I retreat Enshrouded once more In virgin layers Of tradition Of religion Of philosophy of reason and understanding Biding my time when sensuality sublime calls me to bloom in her red flame Eileen Copyright © Eileen Manassian \| Year Posted 2015
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| In The Chill Of An Open Door Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought that often tracks me down in a beam of light--- Today it streams through a window, where everything seems marred, by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf. Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light, I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now, and many times that I've knelt on a floor, to clean up my messes,... praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness... and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears Raising a young family...a life so demanding... Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin... My father and children....my husband caught between... It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough... The time took a toll....why did it seem cold....as cold as the ice? Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?... A little while longer.... I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame? Is it only the chill of the open fridge door? Or is it more?... So much more? Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door".......... did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough? Did I do all I could? All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be? Was I tough enough to watch someone linger, lingering on, I ponder it now... Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,.... Now looking back.... black fades to gray.. but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today A little while longer..... I could have been stronger.... _________________________________________________________ Copyright © Carrie Richards \| Year Posted 2013
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Always Yours The handwriting became darker, And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page, Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction, And in your mind you decided to write, “Always yours” Tears sprung from my eyes, As convicted as your burdened letters I condemned myself to love again, How cruel the ink seeped into my marrow To flitter and flutter upon mere words on a page Words with promises, confessions, and affection I could barely read through the gasps of my soul, The screaming of my mind, and the bleeding of my heart “Always yours” . . . Do not inflict me like the plague, oh destroyer! Do not soon crawl into these open arms That would not dare push you away I will love you till the days swallow me whole, Till the light in you bellows cold with indifference! We are words, my corresponding dear, Deepening upon a page about to break We are words, nothing more, That are always, Always Yours Copyright © Laura Breidenthal \| Year Posted 2015
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Unseen Rainbow I've never ever seen her face, but in my mind, she's the color of love Black strong like dark coffee She wakes you up early in the morning, gives you an energetic taste of loving to get your day going Red passionate fire flows in her veins She's got crimson lips that blow words of desire, to keep the flames rising higher and higher, every time she speaks your name Yellow smile is sunshine bright She walk towards you in her canary-colored, polka dot sun dress that accentuate her hips so well Her graceful charm is so a-maize-ingly pastel Blue mood indigo can really touch you She makes you want to love her always, under ocean lit moonlight and clear cerulean skies Embark on a passage of endless days Green verdant valley of iris flower eyes She's as a carpet of grass with enfolding arms, wrapping you in her love Bury your head in her bosom, safe from harm Brown sugar is the sweetest heart ever known She has a boundless supply of caramel happiness, taste the creamy richness of her sensuality It's like roasted chestnuts offered to a welcomed guest White visions of a streaming, silky satin dress She has a winter glow like pure virgin snow, a gift waiting to be opened by a worthy beau Beckons you into her ivory tower to rest Forever gazing into her yet unseen face, which in my mind is the color of love Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. \| Year Posted 2016
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| I got a letter from the devil (Hello, my sweet friend!) Speaks in unknown tongues Nevertheless it will consume Ask for food, A sweet drink The hunger and thirst are real It's pitchfork aims at my free will Seeking and freaking through my pages It's been ages since the impression was gone Sloppy wording crawl under my hide Notification triggers my finger and thumb Bang! The evil one exists With a second-hand letter It believes, it should never be forgotten Numb as Novocaine can be I watch and interpret the riddles in every line Living and breathing art, I'm echoing the same nightmare How dare, the devil seeks to be fed! Screaming and remembering --the demons that linger in its head Too much to read, I have major troubles with your disease Lunacy of the universe Open Obituary, you are a curse Like a transparent note from a fatal fax machine It's a calling, unbearable to describe Take from me, after I am deceased Like fire, it burns, cancer in every star Lies to Greets to My eye twitch My soul hurts I'm not feeling well Take care, Leave me the HEll alone (-*-) Copyright © SKAT A \| Year Posted 2015
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Caring For My Mother - A Letter To A Loving Friend I sit here alone...wondering...how much longer this...and in hearing the question a silent icy fear blankets my body...the answer would come wearing both masks...tragedy...comedy...this is my life. with freedom comes death...it hangs over me like a Mexican piñata filled with chocolate covered blades...so each day firmly slipped into neutral I exist...barely a choice to live...so I ask myself...how did I get here...the answer comes thundering from up above... a dead poet speaks...son that is the path you chose at your fork in the road... you don't argue the truth...you just throw cold water on your face...no...you step into a frigid shower...cleanse your thoughts ...stand in defeat happy to feel something even if it is just the pain of your nerve endings screaming...soaking wet and naked is the only life you presently afford yourself...there is no one to hear your tears... what little sound they make rolling down your cheeks...they are not self pitying but rather wanting...of a loss so deep...what in your own self appreciation defined you...you want back your art...it...that so often led you back to the promised land...still you are not that hot headed fool you once were...you will not stand on the mountain only to shatter the tablets with their ten commandments...a cooler head prevails...so you think...like a soap opera...these are the days of my life...I am strong and vibrant...yes I am and I will walk as slowly as I must towards my light and yes I will come out the other side a better man for this. 08~01~2015 Armand Copyright © Maurice Yvonne \| Year Posted 2015
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| DEMOCRACY Oh Democracy,* You, most desirable bride among Political systems, Your suitors many have been throughout History In every part of the world, you were the one They were after But You declined their proposals, despite the fact All suitors, to charm you they have tried, With great honors and by putting your name Next to theirs, to allure you to sanctify their Biased politics Thus The oligarchs The Despots The Tyrants The dictators The totalitarians and Many more All Have declared themselves your fervent Admirers, your ardent devotees to you and to Your eternal principles By wrapping themselves in your Heavenly gown and calling themselves your Beloved ones But you unyielding remained For You knew that no one has succeeded to measure up To the ideals your wise father, SOLON,** has set And to the glorious values with which he Nurtured you, those superb principles: Of Virtue Of justice Of ethics Of freedom Of equality Of autonomy Of self-knowledge Of responsibility Of lack of self interest And Of the paramount devotion to The common good and the happiness Of the people you serve! It is for that reason, you, oh Democracy, Seldom have shown any favoritism to any of Your suitors, for all fell short of Your lofty aspirations Thus You were, unfortunately, for very Lengthy periods of time mistreated, neglected, subjugated and Exploited by your pretenders: The immoral The unjust The dishonorable The Ignorant The power thirsty The war mongers The money seekers, Who Chose to ignore all that you stood for and Disregarded the common good and the Happiness of the people they supposed to serve For to promote their own interest and those of Their cronies Thus Ruining the chances of any true democratic Society to be established For that reason, oh Democracy, I understand you now Why a spinster, you, have chosen to Remain! © Demetrios Trifiatis 16 OCTOBER 2014 * Democracy is the combination of two words: Demos and Cratos . Demos means the People and Cratos means Power so Democracy means “ Power to the People.” It will be helpful to read my poem “ THE BIRTH OF DEMOCRACY” for a better understanding. **The concept of Democracy is deeply rooted in the Greek Psyche! We see it in the Mythology where Zeus, the supreme God, is just “first among equals” Then appears in Homer’s poems but the father of Democracy is asserted to be Solon, the Athenian who was one of the seven wise men of old. Solon, 7th –6th centuries B.C. was the theoretician that established Democracy. Solon considered the pillars of Democracy to be Justice and Virtue. So every politician should be Just and virtuous and his main objective would be to safeguard the wellbeing and happiness of the people and that of the state's plus the wealth to be distributed justly among the citizens. Knowledge, responsibility, self-control, self knowledge, sacrifice, equality, had do be characteristics of every citizen. Plato said that “Virtue worth as much as all gold that is possessed by all people put together and all gold that is still in the ground.” To that Aristotle added that “ every politician has to be forged on the anvil of virtue.” Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis \| Year Posted 2014
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| I Can Resist You Don’t even try to woo me I can resist you My mind is fortified Reason screams reasons to be careful Caution goes off in flares My mind is alert Aware I can resist you Oh, but my body My body plays traitor... My eyes adore you…. they take in every detail of your face your body every contour and muscle every masculine trait of virility Your lips…my eyes linger on your lips And make love to them…… My eyes speak surrender My hands tremble and give me away I clasp them together…tight knuckles white For in another minute they would escape and seek sanctuary on your body Caressing your cheeks, your chin they would travel down your neck feeling the protruding strength as you swallow they would take ecstatic trips across the expanse of your chest Finally moving around your waist to pull you in My teeth bite my lips in an effort to keep my tongue imprisoned for it longs to be unleashed to run along the lines of your face to slide on your lips...wetting them with want making them part so that it can dip inside your mouth and play to lose its way all over your body I can resist you My mind is fighting valiantly to keep my body in check Oh, but I feel damp desire spread in the heat of your presence As you move closer Looking down into my eyes I exhale the pent up emotions brought on by the ripples of anticipation longing for a touch that I want so much and my body's ablaze this passion craze Floods my face rosy red I can’t look away and you smile a warm slow smile You smile knowing the battle of mind over body is about to end my body will yield submit in surrender because your fierce made me tender And so with the confidence and grace of a seasoned soldier you move in for the kill agile with thrill you hand tilts my chin up and your mouth covers mine smothering the words of protest the mind has sent as last minute backup you hold me up crushed against your enveloping body as I collapse into your arms My mind? prisoner of war gagged and bound empty of thought ravaged by sensations As you work your way to your final victory claim Knowing as you do That you Are irresistible to ME Eileen Manassian Copyright © Eileen Manassian \| Year Posted 2015
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| That Was a Human Allow me to be disgusted at the jest and your halfway happy surprise at the end result of the missile timed precisely: Did he just splatter? And allow me to feel the brunt of the bruising upon my saddened heart, where for others was felt, from laughing hard. Yes, all lives matter Even the ones who don't bear our national colors our political expectations no matter how wrong or right For just this occasion let us get back to basics: That was a human ten fingers and ten toes perhaps a wife and family to call his own but do you even know? Or even care to think beyond the face of it? Getting kicks at watching the Live Leaks of people being blown to smithereens It bothers me That one should find it amusing Does it bother You? ---a single tear of blue is all I'm asking--- Who he was or what he did what difference does it make? When life closes the lid all we have is the acknowledgement: That was a human A human What if those pixels on the screen were all that was left of that man's memory would you still find it funny? And yet still we turn to Facebook Enlightenment with quotations that decorate a sniper in a holy moment --- "And oh God. One more thing. Ignore my enemies heathen prayers and help me send those bastards straight to hell. Amen." (The amount of "likes" are disheartening and should be a sin. Where's the "vomit button" ... ?) Reading through the comment's section, like poetry for the juvenile, and the criminally insane. No Alka Seltzer No pills I'm riding this crazy train unprotected as if I'm dying for a thrill. Dying ... at the very least. Queasy at the vertigo of a nation acting to love and loving to act (Nineteen-Eighty-Four called, they want their plot back) And have you read empathy such as this? ROFL, mate! That's classic! (you have a doggie bag on ya, by chance? I think I'm gonna be sick) That was a human A HUMAN!!! And you call yourself a Man of God? Yet still feel compelled to pull back His Grace to your own ends ... that slippery tide between your fingers As if infinity could only be stretched so far; it won't last long my friend, before you look into that celestial mirror scared at what you see Is that me? Yet still you wear that outpouring of love on your neck like a trophy as if you even deserved it. a single tear of blue just one can you give it to me, son? t h a t w a s a h u m a n And do you even care? Does it phase you in the slightest? Or does a coat of arms give you further reason to divide? Jesus died for all For all All that upheld the American flag as equal to His words. All who marched to the beat of the drums drowning out the birds. All who bravely proclaimed: We are Heading to War! We are Heading to War! And all those who never asked: And what for? What for? Do you feel its beating on your soul? S h o u l d I t a l k s l o w? (the unwritten verses you added long ago) It doesn't even matter now, because all that remains is what's been left on the page. All that remains... Just four sad words like hopeless sand slipping through my fingers That was a human (or at least it was) Before Man forgot what he had, Believing he could do better, Egging the Almighty to play his game ... back to the drawing board, smirked the Creation And what about you, Dear Reader? What will the eulogizer speak in your honor when the lights out? That was a monster He won't bother you now Copyright © Timothy Hicks \| Year Posted 2016
Details \| Dramatic Monologue Poem \| Memo for Destroyer Poet A LINDA: 3 20 p m, 23rd April 2013 Paris, France MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France If you are Red I am Brown If you’re not Then as one concrete painter using phonemes to another Now we speak in the common-denominator tongue Of those who went across oceans Yours you took across the Bering From the frozen solid roof of the world The common step-mothering-tongue And the common heel-bone Take this memo down I tell myself For my long-lost sister Now weary with chilblains And walnut warts from the long trek Tell her you’re sorry You took so long Tell her you read excerpts of her outpouring In a lone-lost cave overgrown with moss lost without cause Mixed with the growls and coughs of shaggy beasts And the lone mountain lioness’ scowling howl at the stars In a dry season Tell her you’re sorry not to have returned the compliment For this’s the Way of the Community That each rushes to fulfill a sacrosanct duty Tell her I read your spiraling lyrical threnody of the Soul’s age-old Odyssey through the bony interstices of breast-beating moans and groans Right there where it hurts most in the guts I saw how your people lifted themselves on their fists after their arms and knuckles looked gnarled I saw the claws of the lone eagle clutch your soul in one fell swoop down concertina centuries And make you swallow your tongue wailing in cloistered valleys of lilacs and magnolias to the rhythm of crescendo stamping feet and besetting winds cacophonous through wildly flapping wigwams I felt the ancient beat of your pulse in the huskily refined whisper of your verse come seething harpies unleashed at my throat I saw wild stallions sleek and shoddy manes aloft come steaming and fuming down mountain sides your fathers tamed I saw generations of silent sturdy women kindle fierce fires while brawny braves rode away on bare-backs to bring the venison back I now hear your gentle voice in dulcet drops tinkle down waterfalls of your manifold genres Yet I do not hear you cry Nor do I wonder why You are made of that stuff of breed That can traverse ice without steed And scale Himalayas down continents To reach the other side of impediments And lest I forget let me tell you this Your lyrical voice will linger long in bliss. Every good wish. Sincerely, T. Wignesan Copyright © T Wignesan \| Year Posted 2013

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No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight that your shadow could get thin. I had no idea that there were dry tears that one could shed while sporting a joker’s smile for the crowd.

No one told me you could be naked, closed within yourself, folded and squatting in the black, as your pillow bled white against the dark but I have had those nights.

I know I have walked miles alone left a trail three miles deep in the cement on the street where I reside. I remember and still live moments where everyone talks as if we are in echo chambers and my ears catches every word and my mind never processed even one.

My mother never warned me that love could be so deep. She didn’t tell me that another could own so much of you. I still weep dry ice tears. I still scream in empty fields the wind against my back to mask my wail and hide my pain.

I know I still function perfectly. I still roll the dice , last week I bought Boardwalk and when I crossed Go I collected my two hundred dollars. As far as the board game world knows I’m just quieter than I use to be but fine otherwise maybe even improved.

So in these days of my haze as I function in a fog of loss I replay that moment over and over again. She is gone, she left me in a rage and frankly I was confused because she played the love game until the last moment, until that moment.

I admit I'm ashamed how the crows tear at my flesh just thinking of her with another man. How the sun burns when I see her smile or think of her laugh shared sincerely with another guy.

Apparently she never gave me that. In my blindness I accepted us as in love but she tells me now so many years later how she despised me but never said a word.

Me the fool I still want her I still yearn for her touch. I would chew on nails just to sit with her. Why is my love so deep, so singular? Other people move on. I’ve seen it. She is gone, she wasn't even here those twenty years plus. She wasn't around when she bred our child. Why won’t I move on?

No one ever told me that losing her would be like this. Told me that you could break every bone in your body and it would hurt less than this less than losing her. When I knew she was gone for good when I finally accepted it, I cried until I couldn't cry another tear and then I cried some more.

29~12~2014
Armand

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Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play


Yesterday,

I went home for lunch,

I never go home for lunch.

When I got to our apartment 
I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key. 

Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning. 
I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key.

I reached for the door knob and turned.

The door was open. 

I don't know how I knew.

The moment I entered I knew.

 I froze.

I could feel it,
smell it,
hell I could taste it.

I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,
 my lungs were grasping for air 
for some oxygen 
some sweet, sweet oxygen
but I could barely breathe.

“Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking.

Not really walking, 
it was like moving through mud, 
like a slow motion scene in a movie. 
But this wasn't a movie. 
This was my life and I could feel it slipping away 
from my grasp.

I heard noises!

Francine. 

I had heard those noises a hundred times before, 
they were the sounds of an Angel 
but this was no heaven 
this was my own private nightmare.

The moans traveled through the muck in the air 
amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker. 
It mocked me over and over again.

Climbing a mountain might have been easier 
but I finally reached the bedroom,

and there they were,

and there she was.

I knew,
I knew the moment I entered the apartment. 
Why hadn't I just turned back? 
I could barely see, my eyes were blurry, 
covered in layers of my own tears.

I could see her 
I knew I had never seen him before.
They were naked and in our bed. 

Naked in OUR BED!

How do you that?

How do you cross the line to that extreme?

You'd think the green eyed monster 
would control my actions from here on in. 

I did see green!
I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to
end up the morning headline in the newspaper.

That monster jealousy was by my side but I took
charge.
 I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now.

You'd think I would be mad,

I wasn't.

You'd think I'd curse and call her whore.

I didn't!

Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.
 
This hacked away at my spirit, 
tore away at my self worth.
I felt like a pile of worthless shreds.

I spoke

I mean my lips moved and words came out...

I think. 

I think I said, 

I'm not sure it all happened so fast,

she never spoke.

I could see the shame on her face 

she didn't need to speak, 

but,

but I think I said 'Sorry...

I said Sorry and I left.

I wandered for what seemed hours, 
it was minutes. 

It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer; 
there just wasn't any music anymore.

I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart. 

Like a broken record it was skipping,
like a broken record it played 
in a loop of repetitive monotony.

I suffered in my circled steps 
until I couldn't stand it any more.

I found just enough strength 
to return to the apartment.

I knew she was gone 
I already felt the emptiness in my whole.

We'd never see each other again.

We had been so much.

She was a big part of my life.
She was the love of my life.
I would never love anyone like that again.

So much of her was me.

I thought she was my soul mate.

We let go of all of it.

There is a feeling of betrayal.

A feeling of disgust.

A jealousy that takes over.
I'd never look at her the same again.

Everything she ever did from that day on
would always make me suspicious.

Jealousy would rule me.
Jealousy should never rule anyone.

If you can't trust the people in your life,
friend or lover, you need to remove that
person from your life.

You have to remove that person out of your life.

Trust, is the only gift we can offer.
Friend, lover or stranger!

People can trust me.
My word is my bond.

I let her go,
 I really didn't have a choice

I would never be the same again.

She was gone.

She had left a note.

It said Sorry!

Sorry!

We both were.

Maurice Yvonne
11~30~2014
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster

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Love - An Explosive Rant

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she was all like - there's something i have to tell you
but before she gets to say it
his ex wife shows up

he's all like - she's going to be staying with me

she says - for the weekend

he says - for the summer

as he walks away you see regret all over her face

you know if he knew
you know he'd give his eye teeth

that's the way they tell stories 

life however is not a scripted story
it doesn't work like that

people in love
one's the fridge
the other's the magnet
you can't avoid that kind of attraction
your lips are locked before your mind even kicks in
love is like that

you don't walk around it
it is an a to b and it is direct
you don't walk through one door 
just as she walks out another

you can be in a huge city
somehow you both walk in to the same restaurant 
somehow you're both alone
less than a second later 
you are glued to one another
super glued to one another
there is no where
no where else you want to be
you are stuck together
like a tongue on a frozen metal post
no matter how painful it is
you are exactly where you want to be

you don't ah and hum around it
you shout it from the rooftops 
you use a bullhorn 
you are anything but shy about it

you know what love is
love is EVERYTHING 

no one
i mean no one
dances around love
love owns you

when they write stories 
they feed their audience 
the same crap their used to

me?
i'll play some games
you know 'suspension of disbelief'

but love
you have to serve me a five star meal

you don't settle for less
when love
when your EVERYTHING 
is the topic

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Devils Deadly Dime

Devils deadly dime

The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I found.
Its all mine, I asked for the devils hand that time.
Echoes in my head, bounded by a screaming sound.
Paying for a forgotten crime,
on what comes around goes around.

A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime.
Jumping off the merry-go-round!
Encouraged by the devil,
 the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme. 
Now the world is measured by my blood level.

The devils delight feasted on my youth before I hit my prime.
Bashing my mind, with thoughts implanted by evil.
Entering the day with no beauty to my sublime.
Begging him to remove this anvil!

He laughed while he cursed me with a favor for a favor.
A fallout so violently in this world not civil.
One can only lust on the taste that only he can savor.
Hanging out  by the swings wounding me with prey,
on two victims to his delicious flavor.
I climb my way to teach a lesson in hate not love.
Two siblings who always scream for each other.
Giggling as I offered each a push and a shove.
Stopping they give each other a big hug.
Defeating and proving love is a stronger disease
The devil wicked eyes looking  at me like a bug.
Clawing at my inner guts with remorse that he will win this war.
Until another day one skips the penny, 
and begs a poor fool like the devil for his dime.
Tossing heads for his tail when times hits rock bottom.
I will stray away from his deadly reaction time.
He will not own my soul so freak'em,
and his greedy deadly beg of a dime.


by;pd

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I Think Of You - At The Edge - 3


A reflection of the coloured pencil drawn sky
skates on the glass smooth surface below it.
While a rebellious group of shades take their positions 
on a glorious stage to express themselves artistically and
I...

i think of you

Wisps of clouds shaped like a palm leaf
fan the winds that stoke the fire
of a randomly sketched sunset.
I...

i think of you

The cool of an ocean breeze 
travels the shadows of this low lit evening.
Caresses my skin like the essence of romance.
Enthralled by the allure of a candle lit sky,
I...

i think of you...

Our French Bakery early mornings.
Café au lait and croissants.
Our freesia soaked baths.
Your mink soft body.
Its milk and honey scent.

As I fall off 
the edge of the world,
I...

i think of you.




March 19 2015
Armand

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On One Knee

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if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you

if you suggested i climb 
a mountain 
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak 
i'd buy you a snow globe
turn it upside down and up
hold your hand warm 
watch the freezing snowfall
climb your suggestion creatively

if you mentioned 
you'd like me to paint your portrait 
i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find
blend them on a canvas
paint your colourful internal portrait
every crayon in the box 
that's who i see

if you said move me
i wouldn't hire a truck
or even touch one stick of furniture
i would write this poem for you
put a bow on it
fingers crossed 
i would move you

your lips are always on my mind

if you want a man
willing to do...
...a man...
...hold you gentle but firm

i'm here 

ring in hand 
on one knee

November 28 2016

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A Crow's Command

I be a common salty, once,
No captain's bars, did bear,
Yet blessed was I to venture,
Where few a skipper dared.

From steadfast crow's high perch
I watched the bright coast beacons wink,
Through a biting spray's December gale,
What goring shoals would sink.

For untold days I rocked atop
An oaken spar at length,
While wake and skies conveyed my eyes,
Lord Neptune's sullen strength.

Busy dogs, the mates and jacks
Bent hard to tasks below,
While toward the sky, with glass to eye,
My post waved to-and-fro.

First was I to e'er spot land,
My voice the first to yell,
Aye, first to sight the skull and bone,
And raise the warning bell.

"Thar she blows!" was oft my call
If viewed a breach, had I,
And "Friend or foe?!?" the question barked,
If strange sails split the sky.

But the moments that becalmed my soul,
As the swells ticked off my time,
Were star-filled nights, a bullion moon,
And the phosphorescent brine.

The darkest times were battlements,
When the ship groaned in its might,
But never dark, the eventide,
Sea and sky awash with light!

So rare, it was, to find this tar
On deck or down below,
And rarer still, did I abdicate,
My nest there in the crow.

Well, I'm adrift on shore now,
With brittle bones and gray,
Yet still my mind climbs up the mast,
To man my post and sway.

And when the angels task me,
To a new and heavenly crow,
I'll bend my gaze to the looking glass,
And give a hearty "Tally-ho!"

** For the "Create A Character" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins Drewer. Sponsor. **

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Little Fire

I witness you fading away,
The winds blow frantically
They are against us, as all are

Little fire, rise in my cupped hands
Be it my life I shield from the elements so unfeeling?

Little fire, brighten as I feed you
This moisture receding from my pores must cease
Before I drown this diminishing beauty

I gasp,
Surprised at the howls and retorts of this icy tempest
Nature’s exhalations mean to end what must naturally end
My hands shake
Little fire—my life!
—I must keep you alive!

Grow against all odds
Against the screaming whirlpools of bluster
Against the torrential tears that mean to overcome you
Against the ashes that can only watch the desolation around you,
As you search for more fuel to masticate

My flesh is no treasure to me,
So lick me deep, my flame
Devour these hands that shield you
Rise hastily, as you burn
 Ascending up my arms,
Lighting every goosebump, shriveling every hair
Rise till I am all aflame in this wilderness
Boil and evaporate every murderous tear—
The fluids of sorrow that so pulverize purpose
Eat through every sinew, and every tissue,
Every muscle and every bone that has grown
 For this moment and this moment only

I give you every piece of me, little fire!
So that my spirit, finally free, shall rise to the heavens
Past the shrieking winds, preceding through the jeers of thunder
I give you my all, blessed fire!
So that these eyes may witness every storm die 
And I may laugh at their futility!

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Insanity or Death

Insanity or Death

Life begins with insanity~~
~Your soul is kicking and screaming, 

Ready to exit with the touch of human hands.
Insanity rides on a gallant stallion ready to pant.
Hides in the mind, mourning its captive soul. 
Ready to breach over holding its breath.
Projecting in and out without a guide.
Bites away at the feast, enchants for freedom.  
From the lips……….....
Taking length against a world of dilemmas, 
Contrasting to a never happy end.
The epidermis cover every wall of insanity.

To live, to eat, and to suffocate it determination without air.
Dramatically hallucination against its will of no wells.
Until it realizes it can drink without water.

No further needs a slumber.
The mind-bends and unfolds to ordinary jolts, 
When left to human consummation.
Insincerely bidding and cutting to die in the sleep.
Is how it pleads!

Graves where dreams have no meaning.
Caves where goodness can be redeemed.
A temple of misguided fortune.
All respect lost to this infection,
The patients’ weight distracted from an antidote.

The madness begins too finds admiration-
That makes catastrophe go on and on.
The psychosis of the mind and mockeries of them will never be gone
Dictating in everything wrong,
Layers of cramped bricks, level the isolation.

Death drags its feet off into this infinite helix world.
A source of light breeding out of darkness.

"Sanity is no friend of mine!"
Insanity is earth herself, 

Where there is life, there is a reason, 
Where there is reason, there is madness,
Where there is madness, there you are,   
Feeling nothing………………...
Lost in darkness................ 

~Your soul is kicking and screaming
Life ends with death~~

(first I feared life, now I fear death)

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To Bloom in Red Flame

Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade 
with the relish to ravish ravaging 
every fiber 

Conceived in the throes of passion
My conception is my perception of life
Woven into my being
I’m prisoner to pleasure monomania
Obsession of desire hysteria
My cacoethes:  gratification gratified
Thus, I scintillate sparks
Riding on my satin flares
They captivate your stare

You see me
Feeling the heat of sultry flame
You want to play scorch torch game
So your reach out to touch
Mere kindling in my blazing wake
You quake as I slake your florid fantasy awake
Convulsing in temptation’s torment
You combust to lust
Consummating till consumed
Eliciting my passion flower bloom
In opulent oriental room
You swoon
Exertion exhausted
Gratification’s glory gained
Having tasted my reign
Revived your leave
Yet…
My image I’ve seared
On your flesh and mind
Branded, you’ll find
Your way back to me
Slave to my passion's decree
You’ll come to me

And I retreat
Enshrouded once more
In virgin layers
Of tradition
Of religion
Of philosophy
of reason and understanding
Biding my time
when sensuality sublime
calls me
to bloom in her red flame

Eileen

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In The Chill Of An Open Door

 
Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor
startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought
that often tracks me down in a beam of  light---
Today it streams through a  window, where everything seems marred,
by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf.

Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light, 
I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now,
and many times that I've knelt on a floor, 
to clean up my messes,...
praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness...
and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears

Raising a young family...a life so demanding...
Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin...
My father and children....my husband caught between...
It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough...
The time took a toll....why did it seem cold....as cold as the ice?
Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?...
A little while longer....

I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame?
Is it only the chill of the open fridge door?
       Or is it more?... So much more?

Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door"..........
          did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough?
Did I do all I could?  All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be?
Was I tough enough to watch someone linger,
                lingering on, I ponder it now...

Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,....
Now looking back.... black fades to gray..
but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today

A little while longer.....

                          I could have been stronger....





_________________________________________________________

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Always Yours

The handwriting became darker,
And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page,
Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not
Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction,
And in your mind you decided to write,
“Always yours”

Tears sprung from my eyes,
As convicted as your burdened letters

I condemned myself to love again,
How cruel the ink seeped into my marrow
To flitter and flutter upon mere words on a page
Words with promises, confessions, and affection
I could barely read through the gasps of my soul,
The screaming of my mind, and the bleeding of my heart
“Always yours” . . .

Do not inflict me like the plague, oh destroyer!
Do not soon crawl into these open arms
That would not dare push you away
I will love you till the days swallow me whole,
Till the light in you bellows cold with indifference! 

We are words, my corresponding dear, 
Deepening upon a page about to break
We are words, nothing more,
That are always, 
Always Yours

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Unseen Rainbow


I've never ever seen her face, 
but in my mind, she's the color of love
Black
strong like dark coffee
She wakes you up early in the morning,
gives you an energetic taste of loving
to get your day going
Red
passionate fire flows in her veins
She's got crimson lips that blow words of desire,
to keep the flames rising higher and higher,
every time she speaks your name
Yellow
smile is sunshine bright
She walk towards you in her canary-colored,
polka dot sun dress that accentuate her hips so well
Her graceful charm is so a-maize-ingly pastel
Blue
mood indigo can really touch you
She makes you want to love her always,
under ocean lit moonlight and clear cerulean skies
Embark on a passage of endless days
Green
verdant valley of iris flower eyes
She's as a carpet of grass with enfolding arms,
wrapping you in her love
Bury your head in her bosom, safe from harm
Brown
sugar is the sweetest heart ever known
She has a boundless supply of caramel happiness,
taste the creamy richness of her sensuality
It's like roasted chestnuts offered to a welcomed guest
White
visions of a streaming, silky satin dress
She has a winter glow like pure virgin snow,
a gift waiting to be opened by a worthy beau
Beckons you into her ivory tower to rest
Forever gazing into her yet unseen face,
which in my mind is the color of love

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I got a letter from the devil

(Hello, my sweet friend!)

Speaks in unknown tongues 
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food, 
A sweet drink 
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at my free will 
Seeking and freaking through my pages 
It's been ages since the impression was gone 
Sloppy wording crawl under my hide 
Notification triggers my finger and thumb 
Bang! The evil one exists
With a second-hand letter 
It believes, it should never be forgotten

Numb as Novocaine can be 
I watch and interpret the riddles in every line 
Living and breathing art, 
I'm echoing the same nightmare 
How dare, the devil seeks to be fed! 
Screaming and remembering 
--the demons that linger in its head 
Too much to read, 
I have major troubles with your disease 
Lunacy of the universe 
Open Obituary, you are a curse
Like a transparent note from a fatal fax machine 
It's a calling, unbearable to describe 
Take from me, after I am deceased 
Like fire, it burns, cancer in every star 

Lies to 
Greets to 

My eye twitch 
My soul hurts 

I'm not feeling well 
Take care, 
Leave me the HEll alone


(-*-)

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Caring For My Mother - A Letter To A Loving Friend


I sit here alone...wondering...how much longer this...and in hearing 
the question a silent icy fear blankets my body...the answer would 
come wearing both masks...tragedy...comedy...this is my life. with
freedom comes death...it hangs over me like a Mexican piñata filled 
with chocolate covered blades...so each day firmly slipped into 
neutral I exist...barely a choice to live...so I ask myself...how
did I get here...the answer comes thundering from up above...
a dead poet speaks...son that is the path you chose at your fork 
in the road... you don't argue the truth...you just throw cold water on 
your face...no...you step into a frigid shower...cleanse your thoughts
...stand in defeat happy to feel something even if it is just the pain of 
your nerve endings screaming...soaking wet and naked is the only life 
you presently afford yourself...there is no one to hear your tears...
what little sound they make rolling down your cheeks...they are not 
self pitying but rather wanting...of a loss so deep...what in your own 
self appreciation defined you...you want back your art...it...that so 
often led you back to the promised land...still you are not that hot 
headed fool you once were...you will not stand on the mountain only 
to shatter the tablets with their ten commandments...a cooler head 
prevails...so you think...like a soap opera...these are the days of my
life...I am strong and vibrant...yes I am and I will walk as slowly as I 
must towards my light and yes I will come out the other side a better 
man for this. 

08~01~2015
Armand

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DEMOCRACY



Oh Democracy,* 
You, most desirable bride among  
Political systems,
Your suitors many have been throughout 
History  
In every part of the world, you were the one
They were after
But
You declined their proposals, despite the fact
All suitors, to charm you they have tried, 
With great honors and by putting your name 
Next to theirs, to allure you to sanctify their 
Biased politics
Thus
The oligarchs
The Despots
The Tyrants
The dictators
The totalitarians and
Many more
All 
Have declared themselves your fervent 
Admirers, your ardent devotees to you and to
Your eternal principles 
By wrapping themselves in your
Heavenly gown and calling themselves your 
Beloved ones 
But you unyielding remained
For
You knew that no one has succeeded to measure up 
To the ideals your wise father, SOLON,** has set
And to the glorious values with which he 
Nurtured you, those superb principles: 
Of Virtue
Of justice
Of ethics
Of freedom 
Of equality
Of autonomy 
Of self-knowledge
Of responsibility
Of lack of self interest 
And 
Of the paramount devotion to
The common good and the happiness
Of the people you serve!

It is for that reason, you, oh Democracy, 
Seldom have shown any favoritism to any of 
Your suitors, for all fell short of
Your lofty aspirations 
Thus 
You were, unfortunately, for very
Lengthy periods of time mistreated, neglected, subjugated and
Exploited by your pretenders:   
The immoral
The unjust
The dishonorable  
The Ignorant
The power thirsty 
The war mongers 
The money seekers,  
Who 
Chose to ignore all that you stood for and  
Disregarded the common good and the
Happiness of the people they supposed to serve
For to promote their own interest and those of 
Their cronies  
Thus 
Ruining the chances of any true democratic 
Society to be established  
For that reason, oh Democracy, I understand you now
Why a spinster, you, have chosen to
Remain!


© Demetrios Trifiatis
 16 OCTOBER 2014

* Democracy is the combination of two words: Demos and Cratos . Demos means the People and Cratos means Power so Democracy means “ Power to the People.” It will be helpful to read my poem “ THE BIRTH OF DEMOCRACY” for a better understanding.

**The concept of Democracy is deeply rooted in the Greek Psyche! We see it in the Mythology where Zeus, the supreme God, is just “first among equals” Then appears in Homer’s poems but the father of Democracy is asserted to be Solon, the Athenian who was one of the seven wise men of old. Solon, 7th –6th centuries B.C. was the theoretician that established Democracy. Solon considered the pillars of Democracy to be Justice and Virtue. So every politician should be Just and virtuous and his main objective would be to safeguard the wellbeing and happiness of the people and that of the state's plus the wealth to be distributed justly among the citizens. Knowledge, responsibility, self-control, self knowledge, sacrifice, equality, had do be characteristics of every citizen. Plato said that “Virtue worth as much as all gold that is possessed by all people put together and all gold that is still in the ground.” To that Aristotle added that “ every politician has to be forged on the anvil of virtue.”

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I Can Resist You

Don’t even try to woo me
I can resist you
My mind is fortified
Reason screams reasons to be careful
Caution goes off in flares
My mind is alert
Aware
I can resist you

Oh, but my body 
My body plays traitor...

My eyes adore you….
they take in every detail
of your face
your body
every contour and muscle
every masculine trait of virility
Your lips…my eyes linger on your lips
And make love to them……
My eyes speak surrender

My hands tremble
and give me away
I clasp them together…tight
knuckles white
For in another minute
they would escape and seek sanctuary on your body
Caressing your cheeks, your chin
they would travel down your neck
feeling the protruding strength as you swallow
they would take ecstatic trips across the expanse of your chest
Finally moving around your waist to pull you in

My teeth bite my lips
in an effort to keep my tongue imprisoned
for it longs to be unleashed 
to run along the lines of your face
to slide on your lips...wetting them with want
making them part 
so that it can dip inside your mouth and play
to lose its way
all over your body

I can resist you
My mind is fighting valiantly
to keep my body in check
Oh, but I feel damp desire spread
in the heat of your presence
As you move closer
Looking down into my eyes
I exhale the pent up emotions
brought on by the ripples of anticipation
longing for a touch
that I want so much
and my body's ablaze
this passion craze
Floods my face
rosy red

I can’t look away
and you smile
a warm slow smile 
You smile
knowing the battle of mind over body
is about to end
my body will yield
submit in surrender
because your fierce made me tender
And so with the confidence and grace
of a seasoned soldier
you move in for the kill
agile with thrill
you hand tilts my chin up
and your mouth covers mine
smothering the words of protest
the mind has sent as last minute backup

you hold me up 
crushed against your enveloping body
as I collapse into your arms
My mind?
prisoner of war
gagged and bound
empty of thought
ravaged by sensations
As you work your way
to your final victory claim
Knowing as you do
That you
Are
irresistible
to 
ME

Eileen Manassian

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That Was a Human

Allow me to be disgusted at the jest
and your halfway happy surprise at the end result
of the missile timed precisely:

Did he just splatter?

And allow me to feel the brunt of the bruising
upon my saddened heart, where for others was felt,
from laughing hard.

Yes, all lives matter

Even the ones who don't bear
our national colors
our political expectations    no matter how wrong or right
For just this occasion let us get back to basics:

That was a human

ten fingers and ten toes
perhaps a wife and family to call his own
but do you even know?

            Or even care to think
beyond the face of it?

Getting kicks at watching the Live Leaks
of people being blown to smithereens      It bothers me
That one should find it amusing
Does it bother      You?

---a single tear of blue
is all I'm asking---

Who he was or what he did
what difference does it make?
When life closes the lid
all we have is the acknowledgement:

That was a human      A human

What if those pixels on the screen
were all that was left of that man's memory

would you still find it funny?

And yet still we turn to Facebook Enlightenment
with quotations that decorate a sniper in a holy moment ---

"And oh God. One more thing.
Ignore my enemies heathen prayers
and help me send those bastards
straight to hell.

Amen."

(The amount of "likes" are disheartening
and should be a sin.
Where's the "vomit button" ... ?)

Reading through the comment's section,
like poetry for the juvenile,
and the criminally insane.
No Alka Seltzer      No pills
I'm riding this crazy train unprotected
as if I'm dying for a thrill.

Dying ... at the very least.
Queasy at the vertigo of a nation
acting to love and loving to act

(Nineteen-Eighty-Four called,
they want their plot back)

And have you read empathy such as this?

ROFL, mate! That's classic!

(you have a doggie bag on ya, by chance?
I think I'm gonna be sick)

That was a human

A HUMAN!!!

And you call yourself a Man of God?
Yet still feel compelled
to pull back His Grace to your own ends

... that slippery tide
between your fingers

As if infinity could only be stretched so far;
it won't last long my friend,
before you look into that celestial mirror
scared at what you see

 Is that            me?

Yet still you wear that outpouring of love
on your neck like a trophy
as if you even deserved it.

a single tear of blue     just one
can you give it to me, son?

t h a t w a s a h u m a n

And do you even care?
Does it phase you in the slightest?
Or does a coat of arms
give you further reason to divide?

Jesus died for all      For all

All that upheld the American flag
      as equal to His words.
All who marched to the beat of the drums
      drowning out the birds.
All who bravely proclaimed: We are Heading to War!
                                       We are Heading to War!
And all those who never asked: And what for? What for?

Do you feel its beating on your soul?
S h  o   u    l     d
      I       t        a        l         k
          s           l            o             w?

(the unwritten verses
you added long ago)

It doesn't even matter now,
because all that remains
is what's been left on the page.

All that remains...

Just four sad words
like hopeless sand
slipping through my fingers

That was a human      (or at least it was)
Before Man forgot what he had,
Believing he could do better,
Egging the Almighty to play his game

... back to the drawing board, smirked the Creation

And what about you, Dear Reader?
What will the eulogizer speak
in your honor
when the lights out?

That was a monster
He won't bother you now

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Memo for Destroyer Poet A LINDA: 3 20 p m, 23rd April 2013 Paris, France

MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
                 to another

Now we speak in the common-denominator tongue
Of those who went across oceans
Yours you took across the Bering
From the frozen solid roof of the world
The common step-mothering-tongue
And the common heel-bone

Take this memo down I tell myself
For my long-lost sister
Now weary with chilblains
And walnut warts from the long trek

Tell her you’re sorry
You took so long
Tell her you read excerpts of her outpouring
In a lone-lost cave overgrown with moss
							lost without cause
Mixed with the growls and coughs of shaggy beasts
And the lone mountain lioness’ scowling howl at the stars
In a dry season

Tell her you’re sorry not to have returned the compliment
For this’s the Way of the Community
That each rushes to fulfill a sacrosanct duty

Tell her
I read your spiraling lyrical threnody
	of the Soul’s age-old Odyssey
 through the bony interstices of breast-beating moans
and groans 
Right there where it hurts most 
in the guts

I saw how your people lifted themselves
							on their fists
   after their arms and knuckles looked gnarled
I saw the claws of the lone eagle clutch your soul
							in one fell swoop
	down concertina centuries
And make you swallow your tongue
	wailing in cloistered valleys of lilacs and magnolias
  to the rhythm of crescendo stamping feet
  and besetting winds 
          cacophonous through wildly flapping wigwams
I felt the ancient beat of your pulse
	in the huskily refined whisper of your verse
   come seething harpies
			unleashed at my throat
I saw wild stallions
	sleek and shoddy	manes aloft 
     come steaming and fuming down mountain sides
          your fathers tamed
I saw generations of silent sturdy women
	kindle fierce fires 
  while brawny braves rode away on bare-backs
	to bring the venison back

I now hear your gentle voice
	in dulcet drops tinkle down waterfalls
		of your manifold genres

Yet I do not hear you cry
Nor do I wonder why
You are made of that stuff of breed
That can traverse ice without steed
And scale Himalayas down continents
To reach the other side of impediments

And lest I forget let me tell you this
Your lyrical voice will linger long in bliss.

    Every good wish.		

         Sincerely,
			T. Wignesan

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