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POETS

When all around is darkness
Who provides the sun
When everyone is serious
Who is poking fun
When pollution clouds the bright blue sky
Who brings clarity
Who tries to bring some common sense
To mass insanity
When people kill for a belief 
Who is pointing fingers
When bullies push their weight around
Who is the first gunslinger
Who sees the heavenly beauty
In Mother Nature's charm
When the house of cards goes up in flames
Who sounds the fire alarm
When depression comes and pulls you in
Who writes you words of comfort
When they can't think of rhyming words
Who makes up words like bumfort
Who puts their feelings into words
With sonnets from the heart
Who describes a garbage dump
With a color chart
Whose imagination
Can jump from sea to star
Or describe the pungent odor
Of their grandpa's stale cigar
What people share a common bond
Make pictures out of words
It's a talent that we happily share
Let every voice be heard
As wordsmiths we are special
Cause we feel what others see
Let's weave our threads together
Show the world our tapestry


   September 26 2016




Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope

In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
           (The Solemn Prayer)

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

On this day, life should see past these looming black-storms
Find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms
Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power
Far more than this broken soul can muster this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light
Healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night
I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path
Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath.

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017

Syllables Per Line: 
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Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 225

Note-  I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper.
Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results.
Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that.
I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it..
But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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A Triolet for Linda

To those you care for, always you impart deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are! I pray you find a way to mend your heart. To those you care for, always you impart poetic gems! Return to this, your art. Grab hold of words and shine again, a star. To those you care for, always you impart deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are! Written 12/6/14 for the Fighting Depression(poems for PD) contest of shadow Hamilton


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

Listen to poem:
I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That could get me hired by Hallmark

 I just know my metaphors will start melting
And that my similes will get all soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion things came up
Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies

The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it
Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday
Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

Still I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
And I know I'm doing a horrible job

America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate
Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have January, February

And how do you write
A Breast Cancer poem
With no references to breast
(I get embarrassed)
 That would be some kind of Oxymoron
I guess

But even if you had one breast
Or no breast
or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it
And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you
Yes I suck at lying too...

But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...
And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone
And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person with white hair will say
That this was the worst love poem ever written


Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2016

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To Take Each Day As It Comes

To take each day as it comes
To gratefully praise The One
Joyfully face the new dawn’s grace,
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To guard my thought as it roams
On anything or anyone
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To be careful with my words
To use the value of my hands
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To do everything I can
And bring a smile to not just one
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To celebrate other’s gain
Not consciously cause another's pain
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
Not all the time comes the sun
For sorrow comes to everyone
And that I must understand.

To take each day as it comes
And know that I’m but a man
I will be glad, life’s not that bad
And do my part in God’s plan.



*A resolution during a time of disappointment.

Kim Patrice Nunez
04 August 2015
image credit: Edwin Hofert


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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The Crossover - Collaboration with PD

The Crossover 
By Kim Patrice Nunez 
26 August 2015 


Come, let me join you in your world 
beyond the glow of crescent moon 
I won't be stopped by words you hurled 
my love enfolds you silent soon. 

I felt the anguish of your mind 
and heard of secret crimes you hide 
Turn not away, the truth let’s find 
You’re still alive, they thought you died. 

Healed of every sin from my life 
Entwined by death the heavens will subside 
In each soul resides purpose and strife 
Walking in a new world side by side 

In a world, making any kind of sacrifice 
I found forgiveness beyond the night 
By the gates, love waits in paradise 
Crossing over into the light. 


A Poet Destroyer Collaboration


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

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My day as a woman

When I awoke, a woman I'd become
The spirit of many, contained in one
Strength and beauty, mystical tears
Magical entity, who hated mirrors

Looking at reflection, I seen my flaws
Yet in the background, I heard applause 
Others seen me, with much different eyes
I listened too their voices, discarded my lies

The blood of creation, flowing in my veins
A brave warrior, a vision with brains
Nurture and strength, complicated friend
Passion personified, a master of pretend

Layers of lovely, deeper than a well
If you love me, I have a secret to tell
Loyal and fierce, sometimes hiding my face
Push me to far, I'll be gone without a trace

My day has ended, time to go to bed
Still words unspoken need to be said
Yet in the end I turn back into a man
Enriched by women, I am who I am

For Women Only Contest 2
By: Richard Lamoureux 
Perhaps you will allow me to be an honorary woman 
Either way I enjoyed writing this poem. Thanks for the inspiration.


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Just keep holding on

Just keep holding on

I know,
to you,
the world
doesn't feel right
I know,
you gave up,
you gave up the fight
I know,
to you,
the world is your enemy
I know,
you feel,
you feel like 
you'll never be free

Chorus

So Just keep holding on
the nights almost over,
soon will come the dawn
Just keep holding on
relinquish all your sorrow
pray to make it to tomorrow
Just keep holding on
The future will get brighter
tomorrow you'll be one day wiser
Just keep holding on
The sun will always rise again
and you'll make an even better friend
So Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on


I know, how you feel,
like the world 
is coming to an end
I know how you feel,
Like you 
haven't got a friend
I know how you feel,
Like everything 
goes so wrong
I know how you feel,
You don't feel
very strong
I know how you feel,
you feel like 
you don't belong.

So just keep holding on
Just keep holding


Chorus

So Just keep holding on
the nights almost over,
soon will come the dawn
Just keep holding on
relinquish all your sorrow
pray to make it to tomorrow
Just keep holding on
The future will get brighter
tomorrow you'll be one day wiser
Just keep holding on
The sun will always rise again
and you'll make an even better friend
So Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on

John Derek Hamilton
January 28,2016









Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

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Gift of choice

No- one said there wouldn’t be hills on this road we travel.
No-one said there wouldn’t be storms to face along the way.
It is with our will to climb the hills, hold faith to survive the storms.
No-one said we would not be hurt or there would not be struggle.
But we were given tears to cleanse the pain for our heart to smile.
No-one said we wouldn’t be weak or tired with those extra miles
Of the many challenges that life delivers as we go about our lives.
But there is always hope because when we have fallen down
There is still sturdy ground beneath us, for us to stand again.
Time can bring surprises and angels live among us every day.
Those who are filled with love, who care what we have to say.
To show the sun keeps rising no matter how dark the nights are.
Daylight will come again with offerings, a new beginning for everyone.
For what we have been given is a gift of choice to listen to the angels,
To be that angel for another….because all of us fall sometimes.

Heidi Sands


Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2016

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Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age

Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age

At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.

To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!

Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper

If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2017
Sonnet



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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PERCEPTION

   PERCEPTION

Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception
               
  :)
SKAT


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

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FORGOTTEN TREASURE

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me

             SKAT


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

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Make It Count

line count and word number are equal in this selection....

"Make It Count"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

A
Man may
Come to play
But if you say
Oh no baby, not today
Do you think he would stay
Or would he go so far away
In search of another lover he could lay
Doing everything associated with rolling in that infamous hay
And if push came to shove, maybe he would pay
To relieve all the stress stemming from your hips' distant sway
Because something must give, there are more than fifty shades of gray
That's common knowledge to the freaks and all those upon which they prey
And once you learn them all, I promise your lover will never ever stray
But if you miss just a single one, then you may experience that dreadful day
Where you lose it all so try to find True Love and remember to always Pray


Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015

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MY POEM, MY CHILD


Conception and perception swell 
til my poem is born, squalls at its own thin skin.  
Happiness! This is how art begins, a verse 
to nurse, to rock, as wonderment slowly opens. 

Soon, a stanza toddles, uncertain of where to go.
See the twinkle, the peek-a-boo dimple, the stubborn 
try-try again?  Hear the burble, the wail, 
the fumbling whimper, the haunting murmur?

The imp is mothered, though not smothered 
with too much affection or too much pride. 
Love urges exploration, evolution, 
as the poem grows, dares to climb and reach,

and though wayward, I kiss its uplifted cheek, 
send it to school, where great numbers 
will teach it a thousand concepts, a thousand 
possibilities; it may squirm on its seat,

scrape its knees, stammer, develop a crush,
stand all alone while the well-meaning ridicule,
then laugh at its own absurdity, bravely change,
rearrange itself without my permission

as it matures, outthinks me and leaves.
I gift it independence, never overprotect.
It will pack its bags and find a lonely reader,
who will circle words, add question marks,

a ridiculous curlicue, where there was none,
and six odd words will woo a highlighter,
a last line might be underscored,
beside it, a grumble,  Why isn’t there more?

The question will grow, far from the page.
The reader will awaken, pick up a pen,
and though I am dead, long forgotten,
my little poem might grow within him. 






Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2015

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PoetrySoup Heroes

The best advice came from my hero
since our very first days on the Soup,
he said to me ....be true to yourself
don't try to blend into the group.

When no one wants to write in rhyme
you told me ....write it anyway,
when no one wants to read rhyme,
you said to me ...write it anyway.

If this is your passion, why let it go
all opinions will be hit and miss,
poetry is not what others want you to do
only Heart and Soul make up the artist.

Did Poe try to follow the rest ...oh no
being unique makes any artist great,
perfection is what it is .....to you
only we can control the hand of fate.

So what if we are being a little archaic
by respecting those who came before,
the elders are remembered for a reason
they opened up the modern poet's door.

Thank you for teaching me to believe
because back then I just didn't see,
the talent, the potential, the poet
... that you somehow saw in me.










I have many Poetry Soup heroes....

but this poem is for Chan Hurst, "Just That Archaic Poet" ....RIP


Written on November 10th, 2015





Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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Gaining Perspective

Looking at the vast azure sky, one can't help, but feel small;
as crowds of ants run in terror of cathedral-sized Converse.
I left sugar cubes next to their hill, feeling purposefully big.


Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2015

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The Poet

The Poet

Tribute to
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Seeking inspiration
in the darkness of the night.
He listens to the shadows
to give him words to write.

A longing somewhere in the wind
a broken heart cries out.
It's captured his attention,
now's not the time to doubt.

He listens to a love gone wrong
he hears the teardrops fall.
Still he cannot turn away
until he's heard it all.

It speaks to him of anguish
and of a broken will.
He feels a soul begin to bleed
but he listens still.

When silence again finds him
in the shadows of the night.
He speaks for the voiceless
within the words he'll write.

Sending hope and faith and love
on wings of butterflies.
He reaches out to broken souls
then he helps them rise.

For deep inside he holds a key
though many may not know it.
The way to mend a broken heart
is the heart inside the poet.

Edwin C Hofert 


Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

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Pessimist or Optimist

When young I heard the glass was either ½ empty or ½ full But with time I learned… to believe either one makes you a fool My health made me battle from the almost empty place But I came to see that… your life is not a glass or a race I always worked to fill my cup to the ½ full point… and beyond To compare my life to others always made the pessimist spawn Optimist or pessimist is more than some kind of… point of view They are each an integral part of what makes you… you The pessimist is a part of everyone’s make up… that can make us give up The optimist is an acquired trait… that has to be constantly built upon Fight the pessimist who can bring you nothing but sadness and despair Nurture the optimist that gives you the chance… to do and go anywhere The optimist can give you self-respect and the chance to do great things It can make your heart and your soul soar… and to grow great wings It’s a way of life that can add to your existence and also others Which way of life, you cultivate, says how much, you’ll see of life’s wonders You see: Your cup is never ½ empty or ever ½ full… Life is a work in progress So never give up… Look for ways, in this world, to bless And why let anything stop you? It is a hard fight, to some times win... But will be very gratifying… if you keep trying… until the end. Written by Carol Eastman 11-7-2015


Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015

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Unraveling Self-Esteem

When you were born...
a gift you received.
Invisible knitting needles...
can you believe?

The yarn started out white,
then you added the the colors...
depending what happened
as you reacted to others.

You are the creator of your own scarfs design,
It's based on life's lessons...
let's keep that in mind.

The longer the scarf...
the warmer you feel,
as the cold winds of defeat...
are right on your heels.

The negative remarks that get you to question,
your value in life...
may I offer a suggestion?
Start knitting yourself in the opposite direction,
just ask God for help and his loving protection.

Good thoughts of self will make your scarf grow.
At the end of your life...
the results they will show.

With each negative belief...
your scarf will start to unravel.
One can not go back...
for there is no time travel.

You are the knitter...
so It's all up to you...
believe in yourself...
and to yourself always be true.

                P.R.Deremer


Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015

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tribute five

"Please Allow Me to Speak for Him"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Strength is boundless within his words
In the hearts of many, he should be heard
Lent me his pen one time in the past
Even his dark stuff reveals the awesome skill he has
Nothing can destroy a heart that's really pure
The Answer Is Christ, The Only Known Cure

Once He Arrives, everything makes sense
Nothing but his pen can get that intense
Each selection I have read makes me more appreciate what his pen invents


Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015

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Friendship

                                   Friendship
Up the road from where we lived two children came to stay
My parents knew their grandma well they talked 'most every day
A happy boy a little odd but always was so kind
I never was ashamed to say he was a friend of mine
His sister was my brother's age the boy younger than me
Products of a broken home back then a rarity
His drool was always running down he couldn't make it stop
The other kids poked fun at him they called him Slobber Slop
I never saw him fight no one I never saw him cry
His sister did
My brother did
And sadly so did I
Two years went by their dad came back time for them to fly
His eyes teared at my house  that day as he hugged us all goodbye
I lived my life I took a wife we bought a brand new home
Out of the blue one day a knock my how he had grown
Six foot three two twenty five a mountain of a man
His drool had stopped
His tears had not
He reached and took my hand
He'd never forgot the kindness shown
Though we were miles apart
The love we shared as boyhood friends
Still lived within our hearts.


  Posted on another website under my pen name "poemdog" Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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Burning Candle

                    I
                am a   
              candle
            made of     
           wax. I may   
          appear to be      
          soft and fragile.
          My body shaped     
           so perfectly with a
            sheen on my skin.   
              But believe me, I
               have much more
                to offer. No less
                   than a knight,
                      an intense
                        warrior
                            by
                             !
                        ..heart..
                      ~I have a~
                   fiery spirit that
             spreads the light of joy.
             I can kindle hope into....
             fearful hearts by quelling
             the horrors of darkness.
             No matter how strong is
             the winds of misery that
             ....tries to fade me away.
             I flicker  high with  all my
             flaming strength.  More I
             keep emitting my soulful
             light, my body melts into
             a pool of nothingness....
             drop by drop. But I don't
             care, because I'm born to 
             fight for the right till I die.
             Light against  darkness is
             ....the battle,  I strive for.
             So be the  glorious death
             of martyrdom,  I wish for.
             Color, shape, size and my
             brand does not makes me
             worthy  for  this  world....
             but what I do, I stand for
             makes me worthy enough. 
             I burn and burn and burn.
             Passionately burning with
             ....compassion for others
             to serve my only purpose.
       And when I 'm done, there will be
   others in my place to keep the mission
going on. Victory of light against darkness.


Date : 12/27/2016

Note : For the contest (Concrete Crush) by FJ Thomas.
Placed - Fifth


Copyright © AFZAL NUSKER | Year Posted 2016

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Calling all poets

Wake up, wake up, wake up I say.
There are words for you to find
And your poem is yet to get an end.

You slept for too long,
Some words are now long gone.
Others though still hanging in paintings,
Have lost their meanings.
Did you not heed my warnings. 

Quickly, quickly now
Let me show you how,
While we still have time and your feelings 
Are still living things.
 
Help save the words and their meanings
But you must use them now.
Abuse them if you must,
But go easy on the lust.
Humour them or wet them with your tears,
While others still have ears.
Whip them if you must,
But don't leave too much dust.
Just get them in line, 
While we still have time.
I promise you they will shine for other eyes,
Even if you lie.

There, there don't pull out your hair,
We are nearly there.
You will soon breathe more lightly here.

You have the words in your heart now,
Your soul is soaring now,
Words are pouring back in now,
Their meanings now on show,
For everyone to know

Take out your polishing cloth
It's time for truly beautiful words to come forth
and show their true worth.

The words are back in focus now.
The canvas's are freshly painted now.
Just take time to remember, that the new member,
Encouraged by the old, will let more words unfold,
So their meanings can be told.

There will be no more lamenting,
The words we lost while we were sleeping.
Only new words in numbers beyond counting
With meanings in greater number
To give us such wonder,
As we awaken from our slumber.


Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Bending the darkness


Bending the darkness

Look at you cowering, haunted by fiction
Shapes at the window of menacing tone
Tearing your hope into shreds as you lie there
Gazing at ceilings and feeling alone

Afraid to put both of your feet on the carpet
Hands neath the bed will be slicing your skin
Each tiny noise a volcanic eruption
Stalking your mind, it’s about to begin

Puddles of stench line the gutters of nowhere
Terror the class that has taken a seat
Staring at clocks on the faces of buildings
Waiting for dark so their bellies may feast

Appetites strung on a line made of nightmares
Low in the middle from gathering weight
Clouds overhead cast a blanket of secrets
Hiding the moon in its delicate state

Claws on the ground carry wings carved of leather
Eyes crimson red dripping stares at the door
Paint if you like for an X tells them nothing
Only when feeding they’ll even the score

Shadows on avenues lurk past the railings
Low tenor moaning their late evening song
Hide in the corners, but still they will find you
Cry if you must for it won’t be too long

Peer from the covers, your fears they are waiting
Calling your name in an echoed refrain
Lapping reflections from water so stagnant
Remnants of filth tossed about in the rain

Know this my friend, in a term used defiant 
Answers aren’t penned in some book on a shelf
No fancy title with gold colored letters
All that you need can be found in yourself

Break free these chains that are holding you tightly
Open your eyes, there is so much to see
Breathe in the air for the sun it is shining
Shake off the rust and be all you can be

Always there’ll be someone bending the darkness
Pulling and dragging each star from the sky
Show them your wings spun of pride woven fabric
Give them a smile it is your turn to fly

You can beat anything you set your mind to
No matter what someone else has to say
Hold your head high, watch the monsters now fleeing
This is your time and today is your day


1/25/2017


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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We can rise above this

Pillows of clouds hid behind the black mountain
After showers fell like a light flowing fountain.
As the sun comes so unexpectedly today.
Air is mild enough for blissful thoughts to play.
Fall brings a day like spring without the flowers.
Just winter birds telling stories in tunes after showers.
Songs put the mind at ease with the rush of uncertainty
About those in power who are trying to appease.
The country waits to see what will come our way
With hope for unity so that we can together stay
Afloat in these turbulent waters we now face.
Waves out of a storm from some other kind of place.
Unlike anything we may have ever seen before.
We can rise above this because, we can be so much more.

Heidi Sands


Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2016