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Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field

Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field
(A Tribute)

Tough as nails young man with a red right hand
red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood.
Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land
quick temper, power of a surging flood.
Seeker of life, its promised mysteries
rash gambler with all he would ever own.
Born on ship in high wind swept, roaring seas
toughest warrior his town had ever grown.

Met his fate by volley of red-hot lead
buried on ground scared and battle blasted.
Aye boys, fodder that machine guns were fed
fools marching to death, long as it lasted.

Now flowers cover up and Time denies
scenes of battle torn soil and blood-red skies.

R.J. Lindley
April 23rd, 1975

SONNET-(DEATH AND WAR'S FUTILITY)
Tribute to Courage of Youth-- Second Battle of Ypres, April 22nd 1915 .

Note- added - 8-26-2017

Wiki-
The name Flanders Fields is particularly associated with battles that took place in the Ypres Salient, including the Second Battle of Ypres and the Battle of Passchendaele. For most of the war, the front line ran continuously from south of Zeebrugge on the Belgian coast, across Flanders Fields into the centre of Northern France before moving eastwards — and it was known as the Western Front.

The phrase originates from a poem titled In Flanders Fields by Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, inspired by his service during the Second Battle of Ypres. The fields were not maintained for years before they were made into a memorial. Today Flanders Fields is home to thousands of poppies.

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Found this while rummaging through some of my old poems. Decided not to edit it. Leave it as it was composed over 42 years ago..
Added the note for those not familiar with that battle and its horrific carnage, primarily from the insanity of large bodies of troops marching into direct machine gun fire.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF EPIC PAIN

THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF EPIC PAIN

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost, 
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost 
human frailties blind truth's revelations. 

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain 
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

14th March, 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley


I was inspired to write this sonnet after reading Robert Lindley’s sonnet “Leave This Sad heart, I Can Take No More Pain” and his notes on the sonnet. Due to the inspiration I received from his beautifully written sonnet, I asked Robert to write this sonnet in collaboration with me. I was much honored to work with Robert to complete this poem. Thank you very much, Robert. It is always a great pleasure to work with you.


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2017


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Fate and Destiny

How mischievous those goddesses of fate
That bend our paths toward our destiny
They tempt us, setting traps, with diff'rent bait
Like fools, we complicate simplicity

Each turn we take is draped in mystery
A lucky choice builds up our confidence
Then fate reminds us, oh so subtlely
Again, we're on the wrong side of the fence

The twists and turns of life offer suspense
We see our big break up around the bend
But fate knows that for love, there's no defense
Next thing you know, you've turned down a dead end

Fate has control of destiny it seems
Don't let that stop you chasing down your dreams



    by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet: abab bcbc cdcd ee





Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017


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The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passion's zeal is lost, 
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost 
human frailties blind truth's revelations. 

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain 
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

3-14- 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley
First 8 verses by Teppo Gren, final 6 verses by Robert J. Lindley

Note: Has been an honor and great pleasure for me to co-write this sonnet with my very talented friend, T.J Grén.
Thanks for the invitation my friend.. Your generosity and kindness match your poetic talents..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew, he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Faith, love and hope filled all her lonesome, aching heart,
With such promises, her wanting nights had been spent.
Sun shown bright, her heart suddenly felt a new start
With merriest of thoughts, onto the docks she went.
Crowd hovering around a blanketed body there
Suddenly her heart felt greatest of her dark fears
Please she prayed,"If its him, tis more than I can bear"
Then she saw, her feet felt wet of her falling tears. 
She had ran away, falling down to cry and pray
Looking back, at his ship's flag wave, in wafting wind.
Yet no answer came, Fate had had its dark death way
Answering her cries," Please Lord, let this nightmare end".

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2018
Rhyme 12/12,(When Fate Speaks)

NOTE- This was completed this morn, written from an old poem fragment from back in , April 2001. I am trying to finish many of my great many old poem fragments , before my time arrives , as Fate waits for no man!!


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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When In Love's Immense Depths, You Are Truly Cherished



Mystical web spun memories of our sweet nights, love began under stars and brightest of moonlights. Hold onto that image, its joyous dreaming dreams; fiery echoes, night trysts and pleasurable screams! Love's greatest truth rests in thy bosom and kind heart, destined to meet that night and our souls never part! Fate fulfilled as we were thrilled, luscious love’s first blush, time together, had forever, no need to rush. Aroused desires stirred passions’ afire to burn like pulsing embers in joined flames of wanton yearn, till what was left, spent afterglow like cooling coal our hot bed then our sanctuary soul to soul. From passion's soul to soul, came steaming heart to heart, delicious love made each night glowing as fine art. Waking wrapped in love-joined joy, within Cupid's shot, giving you my all and all I have ever got. Days spent in loving arms that held our love so true, knowing your soft heart lives in me and all I do. From that day, when angels’ wings whispered you away, tears I cry are sweet relief when my mind does stray. Bleeding heart still blooms for you vibrant on the vine, though seeking tendrils ache without you to entwine. Oh the wish to taste your kiss, nectar ‘pon my lips, your thrilling touch still lingers since your life’s eclipse. Yet Fate had its saddest call, that none can deny, ours was to live its love-feast and not reason why. Now so alone, precious memories to sustain, moments of mirth that alleviate the great pain, feed my desires for your tender nightly embrace, know, no power ever known, can our love erase. Upon dawn's breaking, wake knowing you were once here, another memory lessens days flow of tears. Future promise of being joined in nightly bliss and in that moment having all I now so miss; your heart the flower, I the honey seeking bee, our love entwined in paradise under love's tree. Come take me to your Heaven's home of pearly light, my sombre soul now needs you like the stars need night. I look to skies bittersweet shades of twilight blue and daydream of your denim eyes of darkest hue. For a time imagining I’m held in your gaze your magic’s purest charms still don’t fail to amaze. Please find my kiss I’ve blown to you upon the breeze, I send to you my love with prayers while on my knees. Praying to be with you rather sooner than late, memories move to close the circle of our fate. Gather my soul, lift me to you like a feather, with spun gossamer of sacred ties that tether. Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley (a collaboration) _______________June 13, 2018_______________ My poet’s note: Thank you my friend, for sharing your friendship and the joy of this write with me! Again, you lead the way with your splendid talent and abundant inspiration you so freely give. Your generous gifts light up my imagination and your beautiful lead stanza set the stage for a creative and poetic experience that made our collaboration most satisfying. Sharing concepts and creating our work together feels quite natural to me. I truly appreciate your deep and tender artistry, Robert, and also your patience for the delays caused by my busy-ness in these hectic days... Robert’s poet’s note: My dear friend, again I have been honored and blessed to have the gift of composing this tale of love and its magnificent blessings with you! My short poem fragment(first stanza)based upon a relationship I had over four decades ago, has been beautifully completed in our collaboration, because of your wonderful verses, inspiration, and immense talent. Even beyond our friendship, you have further honored me with your great kindness and your truly generous gift of writing with me... For all of that my dear friend, I am so deeply indebted...


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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The frog and the cricket

The frog croaked
The cricket chirped
The cricket croaked
The frog burped


Copyright © Roger Wilson | Year Posted 2017


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A TALE OF DARKENED DUST

A TALE OF DARKENED DUST

Life cast a shadow on my downcast eyes,
as dreams became a tale of darkened dust.
Imparting charms destroyed by woeful lies
when deepest senses played with eager lust.
Adrift in hapless search of hidden why’s
my trust in love by endless fate encrust,
to seal the scars with wails of silent cries
and burning flames of raging love unjust.
As if a dagger through my heart is thrust
a dream so real is chained in loves demise,
Alone without a warm embrace I must
confront the lonely days of secret sighs.

From ashen dust a life of gold will soar,
with fading dusk my lustrous fate restore.

15th November, 2017
T.J Grén


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2017


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Within My Heart

Deep within my heart you lie
fulfilling my ever loving need
your glow, so sweet, illuminated
in every gentle ray of my 
morning sun
it is there I feel you
reaching out and touching
deep into my soul  
begging for a cozy spot to rest 
It is in your comfort I dwell
on the fate of man
on all that is good
and all that is meant to be 
Deep within my heart you lie
and I know we will be alright


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017


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Mountain

The airy mountain, lush and green, they call home Perched on shaky rock, the waters beneath swash and foam Goats graze, cattle feed, fields of corn and wheat they comb Stored in the belly of the hefty hill The harvest, food for all, food to fill Spring is here, they forget the winter chill Swimming in the mountain stream, singing of selfish praise Not a worried eye to be seen, to the sky a glass they raise Foolish people dance and scream, their minds muddled, their hearts ablaze Through the earthen caverns they wander Wealth and fortune they do squander They do not think, they do not ponder What a waste these people brought No knowledge gained, no answers sought Squabbles grow more and more, 'ore the land they fought Blood spilled, turning the mountain red The rocks toppled, the peak lost its head Waste away they do, no stopping 'till they're dead.


Copyright © Andrew Walker | Year Posted 2017


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The Cat and the Fish

A cat jumped in the river
to meet a fellow fish,
he wanted to be like them
it was his only wish.

He figured he could do it
he had everything it takes,
with whiskers on his front parts
and a tail a catfish makes.

He swam down to the bottom
while holding in his breath,
but soon began to worry
that this might end in his death.

His little heart was pounding 
as he raced back to the top,
he determined if he made it
that he wasn't going to stop.

He broke the surface with a splash
and gulped in lots of air,
He climbed up the embankment
and ran like he didn't care.

He ran through empty fields
and to home ran all the way,
and when he got their safely
stopped to think about the day...

"I love to watch the catfish
as they circle down below,
they move around so effortless
and offer quite a show."

He wanted to be like them
so he thought, in blissful glee,
but then he came to realize
...'twas curiosity.

Their mesmerizing silky glide
and tantalizing tryst,
offered a temptation
that brings us to this twist:

The cat by then concluded
that it was to be his fate,
that he should rather have the catfish
on his dinner plate.


Copyright © Cary Snowden | Year Posted 2018


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Love's Dilemma

Love’s Dilemma

Happy one minute
Sad the next
Speaks volumes
To the constant
Ebb and Tide
Of what’s called
Love’s Dilemma. 

When two people
Meet and fall
Deeply in love
Passions abound
Emotions afire
Whilst they bask
In true desire.

Love’s power
Can heal
Can hurt
It’s magic
May enchant
May mesmerize
And surprise!

Love’s passion
Excites us
Teases us
Reveals us
Stirs emotions
Makes us
Feel whole.

The bargain is
It takes two
To tango
To love
To want
To have
To hold.

And always
To be bold
To love—
Unconditionally
With your mind
With your heart
With your soul!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
June 8, 2018 (Accentual Meter)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2018


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A Look Deeper Into Life

A Look Deeper Into Life

Do not bemoan fire its blazing warmth or sky its blues
summer its hotter winds or kindness its well deserved dues.

Wake up to view dawn's majestic hope and life's singing tune
sunset slowing fading to night, rising of that bright moon.

Grasp heavenly gifts, when romance falls right into your arms
thanking God for beautiful women and their earthly charms.

Do not bemoan lost or sweeter dreams that never came true
for life is a mystery and none can read all its clues.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-14-2018
Couplet, (Celebrating Life And The Number 14)
Four couplets, Eight fourteen syllable verses, eighty-four words.

14 14 0 14 14 0 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 84


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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Strangers part 2

6 The heart surrenders love so willfully but in a script will lie my paramour. So I’ll abandon old pursuits and free my mind to let imagination soar. I’ve found a place to court a writer’s muse; a windowed booth along the boulevard. For now, it’s only penning I'll peruse and charming interruptions, disregard. What pleasure to abandon passion’s pain and thus, regain some solace for my soul. The essence of soft shadows shall contain my vow to play a solitary role. For souls, the bane of true love disenchants, in truth, some souls prefer a tryst romance. 7 In truth, some souls prefer a tryst romance and freedom from the vows all hearts require, so I shall gaze in sterile countenance, and watch temptation pass with blithe desire. I’ll fill my pages with the circumstance so not to have one’s heart put on display. I dare not give my characters a chance for morning’s light to take their breath away. As words are spilled upon this journal’s leaf, my thoughts still find a penchant to console, but I will not allow such pointless grief to write these acts nor play the leading role. For I shall be a rake and fancy free, as feeble hearts seek vain fidelity. 8 As feeble hearts seek vain fidelity, I ‘ll script love’s folly with my zealous prose. And passion’s thirst…quilled to the ‘nth degree will far surpass what blasé bards compose. I’ll bury lust in words upon each page. Their heat will sear the ink to every line And as for love, I never shall engage; for callused souls are destined to resign. But as I searched for perfect similes and glanced outside my window for a clue, my eyes grew wide, for they were thrilled to see the “morning’s light” ascending into view. Facades of independence hence depart; my soul is but a slave that serves the heart. To be continued...


Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2018


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but It's Time

The cock hasn't been seen in a fortnight but it's time the vagabonds have all but vacated   and the windows boarded up   don't tell me I should wait when waiting is wasting time there is thistle in my hair and the sun has burnt her mark   even coffee's stained the past looking out through the looking glass while you're looking in   senses spilt her sin alongside cracks in the concrete steam lifts off the loathsome the heated melts the day   it's about time the mocking bird dismayed lost the feel of home there's just no place left to roam


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018


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Fate On The Feathers

When I met you in the language of lonely war
three feathers fastened to your breast breathing sore
many graves of gentlemen knew your score and the devil deigned for more,
tears you had for all times rhymes and ribs broke from crimes making aching lore,
ink of fire you did pour, scold and scorch on skin red soft, truly poetry the maze and metaphor,

A feather you gave with each kiss and wound to savor
their texture smooth as silken vapor, tips cut cruel by sibyl's saber,
quills and spells I made of them, heaven and venom in every lash and letter
when love was innocent, revolutionary, rampant with rogue fight, rapid on soul river
with hawk's edge I wrote with might and flight, dominant on the flesh of firmament's blue leather,

Where the owl's point pierced the vellum of victory's scripture
antebellum affections covered our eyes with wings of damp wisdom and cool color,
together we took the touch of roses and razors, feeling the sting and arousal of friendly danger
as the nights knew more than days, secrets grew sweeter, dreams bolder, howls heavy and louder,
our zenith reached the zone quiet calm black, a raven's stem sealed the song of sleeping stranger -

J.A.B.


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015


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Me and My Anxiety

If my mind were a war torn map and anxiety an invading force
A thorough search of my cerebrum would avail no remorse
Is there a hoard of grotesque assailants standing at the border
Or do I suffer from tensions dispensed by some mental disorder

None the less I attack first with nothing but the element of surprise 
No weapon, no armor, no countrymen, just a crumbling enterprise
I swing my sword in the direction of the pale ghost filling the night 
Cutting to ribbons the notion that I released a lost dog in the fight

Misfortune is mine as the battle rages in the back of my optical lobe
Fixated on the fact that there is a fixed fight at the end of the road
Without negligence I execute the figure who seems to be orchestrating
The darkened world in which I have been unsuccessful in navigating  

With a cough of blood his mouth released a final exasperating word
A man cannot win when he cannot escape falling on his own sword
It took years of tears, torture, trials and tribulations for me to see
Thine own enemy I could not circumvent was me and my “anxiety”


Copyright © Plant A Tree Poetry | Year Posted 2017


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Kiss Of Fate

While sitting on a hollow log
I was kissed by an ugly frog
It turned into an ugly queen
My oh my, what a hideous scene
I'd rather pull ticks from a dog!


Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2013


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Wheel of Fate

In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
What is given in abundance will surely be taken away.
Leaving only questions of why that scald and burn
When the bill seems so unfairly high to accept and pay.

For the lean will yap on the heels of prosperous fat
A dire warning that silver linings are a one way gate.
For when I blindly come out to take my turn to bat
I'm unaware of the curve ball thrown by fickle fate.

So I bargain with God and Fate and Lady Luck
Omnipotent in some far off nebulous recess.
In rules beyond my understanding I am stuck
A helpless pawn in their intricate game of chess.

For fortune can shatter and turn on a simple dime
I search for meaning in a game I don't wish to play.
In the running sands of my life and remaining time
Illusive hope the only constant I pray for today.

In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
Surely giving back that which has been taken away.
Everlasting hope and despair that evolve and churn
As I drink deeply from the cup of maybe-some-day.


Copyright © Heidie Buys | Year Posted 2009


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An Insect on Trial

On a temperature perfect evening, while kids play and run
I am sitting in a gazebo under a slowly setting sun
Unexpectedly, an insect appears in my line of sight
like the stereotypical tear flowing from a man of might

Watching; it saunters around my feet
Is it afraid of my presence? Should it be afraid of me?
Have I become afraid of it? Paranoid are we.

Is this the feeling the great and defeated Goliath felt?
Intrigued by this encounter, I think what an awful hand this bug was dealt.

For I have now become judge and jury; The gazebo is now a courtroom
The insect moves beyond my feet and closer to me
My nerves all rise.

Perhaps I could crush this being
like a foot to a grape, its ending would be red
On the contrary, it's possible the insect just wants to be fed

Perhaps I'll relocate the bug without the shedding of slime
It would be hard to justify such action, consider the scene of the crime,
Perhaps I shall agree with its innocent plea
and leave it alone to let it be...

The latter I chose for who am I to decide
A splatter of a death for an outdoor being, being outside

Upon leaving the courtroom feeling justice was served,
I was unaware the insect was being observed
Compassionate was I, like a god being merciful to a sinner
but it was soon caught in a spider's silky web for dinner...

Written March 19, 2017


Copyright © PoetPrentice Dupins | Year Posted 2017


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Human science

Let's start this issue with hard facts 
believe it or not the seed is now planted 
from our Lord's spoken words lets address this world openly honest

It only fills us with the wind and the emptiness of pride

Now lets count the cost of innocent lives 
through greed and human sacrifice 
corrupted where peace no longer exists a humane body of love

Divine lightening is coming with it we lock our doors 
the three dark days of darkness lets not forget 
when His Supreme Justice falls into chaos 

The sins of this time outweigh past chastisements
The wrath of His force is Almighty has never been seen before 
when slaying the dragon crushing him with His Power 

The low key figure that he is we need to bolt our doors shut soon 
as this world is in deep turmoil no one reads the sign of the cross
He who is coming our Jerusalem King and Saviour Sweet Son of the Father

In Spirit baptised and confirmed by the spear of Destiny 
striking down petition once and for all 
eternity in that battlefield we will lose some of those whom you loved dearly 

Into the end prayer could not save them 
from this awful emptiness left behind under a trail of smoke 
remains shamed tears of choice under ashes blown away


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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My fate My life

Using the Octodil Form 44/66/88/66

Around it turns
My fate my life
Can happiness prevail
It is in my own hands
My own deeds, the way I desire  
good  ideals, not just for oneself
Round and around it turns
My fate my love my hopes.


Penned 26 January 2015 by Seren Roberts

Contest Name : Tarot Cards 

using no 3  The Wheel of Fortune tarot card



Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015


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Raven Shadows




Raven Shadows
Ravens fly in an ebony pool out of the mouth of evil Someone please suture the mouth from which they come Then let the beasts fly away into obscurity The masquerade of Shadows moves on In their aloof manner coaxing you to follow Behind you walk in cousin shadows towards death Darkness tends to hypnotize all that want to believe Flashing you a veneer smile, darkness with fake teeth All the darkness, ravens, and shadows share like eyes Those of a glowing opaque evanescence Still you are just too weak to show your resistance Into the mountain runs a crimson creek The gateway into which you are being led All these evil spirits that you now call friends Are going to claim victory the very moment you die...
05/31/17 For Contest: Write Me Something Deep and Dark (Free Verse)
WON 1st PLACE IN CONTEST RESULTS


Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2017


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The Evolution of a Broken Heart

“The Evolution of a Broken Heart”
In thy hands I gently placed it Lacking Hesitation’s pleas and virtues ‘twas ne’er a time to be uncourageous Plucked somewhere from deep within My honorable, clean gilded home where Pure Intention sat regally Spartan upon her stony throne In thy hands I gently placed it Like some glistening pulmonary metronome pushing for LIFE Defibrillating bleeding heart beating like a drowning tin drum detonating in time with yours swallowed up by your Tsunami Oceans of sick suffocating love, captive of your rattling cages of madness, twisted hidden lies, monsters defecating over innocence, vile and bitter rages Black Dog Barking feral, never ending sadness, war wages In thy hands it stopped in strangled default stages ‘twas the small heart next to mine I saved first Pushed her to safety through the Freedom Spaces She swam away like a tadpole up for air and refined graces Our story now a flock of black ravens fleeing across the pages She forgot the Golden Chord in her mouth and dropped it - You betrayed us In thy hands I gently placed it In thy hands you squeezed its life blood Sucked dry and cold it snapped cracked open Stopped dead and useless the pieces lost and broken Floated away dissolving invisible a Transitory homeless ghost now walking Purgatory’s Halls miserable and defeated What reflection is there left? A Ghost holding a hidden key, a Golden Chord and ever shining Crucifix, will wait and never rest (Lovejoy-Burton/Mar 2018)
“It is more than likely I will never leave your side, I will remain a Ghost to haunt your conscience forever”, Anonymous
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.” Huraki Murakami, "Kafka on the Shore". Definintion of SPARTAN: A native or inhabitant of ancient Sparta A person of great courage and self-discipline


Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018


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The All-Time Greatest Great Britain

This small island civilization,
its empire was the largest creation
with the widest trade connection.
There are mixed views of our colonization.

Many modern countries exist because of the British,
many justifiably say our actions were brutish.
Some have hate for us but at the same time cherish,
a widespread view of us creates an overembellish.

If the French had won the Battle of Waterloo
slavery of Afrikaans would have continued.
We went the distance with Hitler in World War Two,
we stood on our own, alone, Europe was consumed.

We stopped the slave trade and ended slavery,
we embraced the need for diversity,
we did what all were trying to do in history
so evil and good make up our legacy.

Some say that we ruined Indian culture
by installing our own counterculture,
but we actually created the structure
of the largest economy upon our departure.

We united over 1000 Indian languages
of divided tribes with age old grudges,
with centuries of war and ambushes,
our presence turned minorities into masses.

So Indian culture was our creation
along with over 50 nations,
who had operated in separation
with their own disruptive situations.

The Rule of Law and Justice For All,
the Political to the Football,
our revolutionary age of the Industrial.
our revolutionary wars were evolutional.

Building an empire was common
with brute force and invasion.
Installations of our operations
that shape current reputations.

Overlooking the others empires not so far and wide,
their mistreatment of locals and theft is put aside.
The fact there is evil in our past can't be denied
but all others were evil and all were most unkind.

The largest empire could have been French or Russian,
the Russians operate with cruel aggression,
the French Republic suggests a lack of compassion,
all empires and countries have had transgression.

Compare the places that Britain created
with nearby places that are situated.

Look at the economy of Gibraltar
it is better than Spanish cities by far.

The wealth and living standards of the Falklands compared with Argentina,
the powerhouse that is Hong Kong compared with China,
the collapse of independent India and success in Australia.

Our rebel relative the USA,
our ways were the foundation of their ways.
Created South Korea the third generation
all because of this island nation.

Outdoing all Europe and the rest,
creating the world we call the West,
time and again we have passed the test.
Of all the civilizations Great Britain is the best.


Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018