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REFLECTION

**REFLECTION**

Running through a wheat dream
Clear skies, worms and flies, my face cries
Surrounded by silver streams
I stumbled into a valley where sleepness never dies
A manger on fire, burning embryo of lies
no time for final good-bye's

Waking up alone in the middle of a field
Rain falls from the sky, to bless my soul
Above the silver lining of mirrored clouds
I lay a bouquet of flowers on your grave
Angered by the thought of my birth
Where has my salvation gone?

Rescued by the hand, of the one I can not see
Tormented in life's final step 
Silent mistreated never understand
Arid of hate dooming everyday
Something evil ruins the last hold of my hand
My mouth hit by the door, when I pray
A ricochet shot when my life was revealed 
Fallen in and out, after unwanted betrayal tounges 
Alone with my reflection is where I stand
Broken Mirrors, 
the only thing I see!
7 years of current bad luck.

*


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

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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



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My Heart Beseeches An Answer In Collaboration With Robert J Lindley

(Part One- She Asks)

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!

Reaching beside me feeling only coolness of my sheet,
Alone now the rain outside hits the ground in rhythmic beat.
The fresh cool breeze whispers through my open window,
Catching billowing curtains into a back and forth show.

Caressing like cold dead fingers upon my naked skin,
Traveling back in time which I know I had let you in.
Our words danced in tango style, each one held a line
Glasses raised to our lips, we sipped succulent red wine.

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers, you left before the dawn!

Soon after we laid together, right here on my bed,
Oh why didn't I stop us then, to turn you away instead?
Now I lay here thinking, as an ache overwhelms my chest,
Gave you what I swore no more, gave you my very best.

Wishing for an answer,on this cold, wet, cloudy day.
How much more my bleeding heart will have to pay?
For allowing this intrusion into my life again I did dare,
Yet I have no answer, of how much or even if you care.

I awakened slowly stretching my body, then into a yawn,
My sleep filled mind remembers you left before the dawn!
~~ ~~ ~~
(Part Two- He Answers)

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

My darling, fear not, my racing away has a most just cause
I woke that morn, your angelic beauty gave me pause.
For my life had for decades fallen into the deepest dark
Then my finding you and our first night together left its mark.

As I looked in the mirror and saw me lying next to you
My heart almost burst, knowing it was too good to be true.
There you were, naked and your alluring beauty sublime
I thought of my past, how if it hurt you, would be a crime!

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!

That morn, I gave my sleeping beauty a sweet kiss
Trying to grab more of what I would soon so dearly miss.
For I could not bear to bring into your sweet life my pains
Or darkness of the dreams emerging from my past stains!

For you see, long ago, for another beauty I once shot a man
I was so crazy in love and thought that was a great plan.
Then our night, soft kisses restored, your gentle touch fired me up
I found my saving paradise, complete with its full golden cup!

How could I, truly be deserving of such an angel as you
When fear of that impossibility hit so hard, away I flew!
 
Brenda Chiri and Robert J. Lindley collaboration..
Date:10/26/17



Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2017

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One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT


Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

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A Dream Weaved

Your tapestry 
weaved with strands of light
Contrasted with threads of black
A marvelous mosaic 
of a wondrous soul

I drape you over me
Feel your warmth
am nurtured
I hear the tune of you
Singing your happy songs
Yet if I listen
Closer 
just a little closer
I am drenched with your tears
The alternate other you
I open you up 
Lay you on the ground
Marvel at the intricacies of you
All the subtleties 
The bold designs
Shapes I could never imagine
You are magnificent
Breathtaking
Awe inspiring
Contrasts co-existing
Harmony within each part

I resist the urge
To fold you up
Place you on a shelf
Keep you all to my self
A treasure just for my eyes to see
I look around 
It's not up to me
You are connected to all
Other tapestries and endless sea
carried away by them you us and me
So I marvel and just let you be
Magnificent
Funny
Beautiful
Complicated
Lovely
Breathtaking
You


Written on my birthday in 2013.
My birthday is September 8th. (Just in case you want to get me a gift *lol*)


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Trump and the Beaver - For Jan

Out in the woods Trump took a nap Under an oak dripping of sap pants to his knees what a big sleaze Fresh beaver still caught in his trap
*I do not endorse this message and no actual beavers were hurt in this poem


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Princess

Princess, princess, please calm down,
Wear your diamond, glory crown.
I’ll make you queen, someday, you’ll see,
As long as you will marry me.

Princess, princess, don’t hate me,
I only wish that you could see.
That I love you with all my heart,
I wish that we will never part.

Princess, princess, don’t you die,
I promise you, I’ll never lie.
Stay with me through life and death,
And please don’t ever hold your breathe.

Princess, princess, don’t you cry,
I will never say goodbye.
It hurts too much to leave your side,
Like all of me has stopped and died.

Princess, princess, don’t you see,
I’m your prince, and groom to be.
Forever together, and never apart,
I give you my all, and even my heart.


Copyright © Adam Forth | Year Posted 2014

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Song Of A Cherokee Princess -

Cherokee chamber,
where a pow wow stampeedes preconceptions of inheritence,
from Her beaded neck charms of chance & chains of change
glisten from opulent offerings of roots, corn & lavender ablaze
on an alter of unworked stone mantled with skins strong beasts knew,

She is a " Stomp Dance " Queen with an owl as a friend and a spider as assassin,
with rattlesnake ribbons around Her wrists and prayers in Her braids thick with traditions,
the walls of Her teepee painted with the pigments of buffalo blood & sunflower pollen,
portraying a history hewn from customs known to Spirits and men alike,
the " Stomp Dance " Queen speaks for Her People and sings from the stars,

I found this Tribe, not in Appalacia nor on a prarrie stage but in the smoke of ceremony,
the Cherokee Princess has rattlesnake teeth tied to Her thigh & turtle shells upon Her hips,
She played the rabbit on the scene, then the wolf, if you know what I mean,
celebrated by the warriors as a tomahawk maker,
praised by the medicine men for Her Visions,
and feared by the Elders because of wrath that may follow Her steps,
the " Stomp Dance " Queen is a Princess, She is a Cherokee with a song Her own -

J.A.B.


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2012

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I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Her Climactic Silence

I wanted you,
Near

I needed you,
Clear

Sipping desires from cucumber water
Wanton condensation
Sliding
Upon glassy downward slope

Mimicking penetrated thrusts against your core

Beyond gravitational motives, I will take you

Lip transformations unto your incipient hymns

How deep may I go
To make your roots blossom

Will tomorrow suffice?

Or do your heartstrings crave for gentle tugs
Of your chocolate scalp
Observing your cremated lyric
Spread across my precious love

Will you come
Undone

May I taste your enigmatic pores
Encompassed within Chopin sonatas

Will you let my chords rest
Within your lilac sensuality

Letting every carnal heartbeat
Latch onto peaks
Of muted want

Your moist, poignant skin
Screaming its answer

©Drake J. Eszes


Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013

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You'll Find Me

Mountain melt trickles a pure innocence
ever closer to her fluent destiny
with each lingering kiss from the sun
Wooded embankments overflow 
the ancient river starts to grow
and faster and faster she 
pushes her way downstream

Here is where you'll find me
on the side of the bend
at the base of a mighty oak
arising from a seed
splashes falling all around
quenching my need
my need to be free
pushing me to bloom

Here is where you'll find me
growing    if only for you
waiting patiently for your soft touch
hoping your wings might
brush beside me
as you momentarily flutter by
hoping you take
a little peek inside of me
inside the place I carry
the fruits that nourish life
for generations to flourish
and for happiness to thrive

Here is where I'll stand
in the sun and in the night
watching over you
and your glorious flight
swaying with the summer breeze
brightening up the bend
and being true to the ever end







Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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The Scent of Your Soul

The scent of your feelings clings 
To the fabric of my dreams
It never leaves….it lingers
Lingers
Permeating everything
The scent of your feelings
Envelopes me

The fragrance of gardenia
When you are tender, sweet
Gentle and serene 
Tranquility showing through
In the gardenia scent of you

Seducing scent of jasmine
Surrounds you like an aura
Heavy, heady
Promising opulent luxury
Of flesh upon flesh
With you in control
Leading me deeper
Into the scent of your fantasies
Tantalizing, teasing, tempting
Endless jasmine ecstasy
Sensual and satiating
Is the jasmine scent of you

Perfumed in Damask Rose
Giving off the scent 
Of inner turmoil
Uncertainty, vulnerability
You are brooding and troubled
Guarded, disturbed
Needing to be reassured
Held in the strength of my arms
Quieted by my love
Till dawn’s light
When your safety is assured
And your scent finds release
Along with that of mine

Honey suckle perfume
Your need to nurture
To let me suckle
At your breasts
Your perfume speaking
In words my soul hears
That you live only
To care for my needs
Your perfumed hands
Soothing way the aches and pains
Of my rough and busy day
Honey suckle promises
Of womanly affection
In waves of comfort and light
I taste honey
Nectar that sweetens my lips
For I know it flows for me
I know I am nothing
A poor lost man
Without the fragrance of honey suckle
Wafting over me

Narcissus emotions
When there is venom in your eyes
Sparks fly all around me
And I know a storm is coming
A scent foreboding
Ominous…
Indicating the imminence
Of the unleashing of thunder and lightning
Torrents of rain
The scent of angered passion
I sense it
I smell your brewing storm
I’m unleashed in the elements
And yet….I know
How to harness your storm
How to bring calm
How to let you vent in my arms
Beat at my chest
I silence you with a kiss
Your arms pinned
The anger passes
Yet your 
Narcissus scent
Left on my chest
Leaves me shaken
Unglued
Weak
In the aftermath
Of your storm

Orchid emotions
The perfume of surrender
Absolute abandon to my will
The sweetest fragrance
The tenderest emotion
A wilting flower
Waiting to be revived
Tenaciously wrapping around my body
Knowing its source of life, love, and happiness
Your scent moves me
Brings out my desires
To possess
To please and reward
To bring color to your petals
By my life giving stream
Lost in this scent
The most beautiful of all
The scent of surrender
To me

The scent of your emotions...
Your soul
Clings to my being
Promising
A perfumed eternity
In your arms

For Anthony Slausen's Scent of Your Soul Contest


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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LADY DEATH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

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Someone You Should Know

The sun seems to shine a little brighter There's something special in the air The bluebirds sing you a loving tune every time that you appear The children all come running they know you're a joy to be around There are laughs and cheers and giggles whenever you get to town You hold your head a little higher You walk with poise and grace The world all turns and notices That glow upon your face Your heart is warm and giving Your soul is pure as snow You're a vision sent from heaven You're one beauty we all should know


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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Eucalyptus Longing

The rushing wonts of action render these happenings unmovable,
These feelings, passionately felt, to dull words ill and strained
She clings, my koala, with chocolate eyes pining for my green
Though each time she lets me go, she leaves me docile and pained 

Once before I claimed her; yes, she did not turn away from me
But instead gazed on how the breeze could sway my branches
I wanted my bark to secrete the sweetest tears,
So she would know how eternally I yearn for her glances

For it is she alone, who can consume and digest my poisons
It is she alone—besides the sun—who gives me reason to stand erect


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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What a Wondorous Garden

Who would have known,
that such beautiful flowers,
could grow from a place of darkness?
Yet these flowers sprouted out of your pain and suffering.

I walk breathlessly through your garden,
inhaling the heady aroma.
I listen to words spoken,
feeling the gentle touch tickle my ears.
When I see the color of your dreams, 
my heart celebrates your magnificence.
My rejuvinated spirit rises with your scent,
Still I am securely tethered by your roots.
You cradle me in delicate petals,
giving security to my soul.

I lay down upon your soil,
listening to your flowers whispering.
Your moisture,
soaks into my skin.
Your essence lives within my pores.
There is a rhythm,
for you are organic,
ever changing,
subtle and bold.
You are both serene and demanding!

I am constantly surprised,
as you transform before my eyes.
You are my oasis of softness.
You are my place of comfort and renewal.
The rebirth of my joy,
a safe haven beyond life's storms.
Yours is a magical Garden,
blooming in all seasons.

I will tend to your garden,
removing the weeds,
watering and nurturing your seeds.
Let me luxuriate in your soil,
for I long to be your source of light.
Let me filter through your atmosphere.
For should I live a million years
Not once would I ever wish,
to leave your garden.

Dedicated to my Sweetie



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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ANDREA DIETRICH HAS FINALLY COME OUT OF THE CLOSET

She went into the closet one day
But what a high price she did pay
 
Her hubby he wanted a cuddle
But this act soon burst their bubble
 
The door of the closet shut fast
His ardour was a thing of the past
 
Their claustrophobia was getting worse
So Andrea checked in her old purse
 
She found an old credit card
Joe picked the lock, which was hard
 
After 20 minutes they were free
The relief on their face plain to see
 
Take heed - next time you are after a ‘screw’
Make sure the door doesn’t close on you!

Written after reading her blog and posted with permission from Andrea Dietrich

20th February 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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On Viagra and Poop- Jan Allison

Rhymes of Viagra and Poop
Our Jan will serve the real scoop
If fun is your thing
She knows what to bring
Your lips will smile and not droop

She is our humorous Queen
Displays the heart of a teen
She's funny and nice
She adds the right spice
A sweeter girl....I've not seen!!!

So, Jan, here's looking at you
For me, you chased away blue
You are a real friend
Stay true to the end
You make my heart feel brand new

Eileen Manassian

Jan....thanks for being such a sweetie pie. You've always been there for me!!!

Hugs


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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The unlikely alliance

The unlikely alliance

for me you need not be clothed
I understand your fragility
of which the edges are like krill
To you I disclose my being,
for only you I rehearse my songs.
From the truest vestiges of the heart,
where the rumbling of the soul
and electric current making multiple zeds as if ignition cannot be..
until it does..

Erupts this volcano inside of me, the magma of the heart cascading walls and gleam.
Steaming, hissing ,smoking at your feet  and there it halts, and there it cools and I deliver me.
Touch me I am warm
Feel me I am true.
Where us unlikely two shall meet, you the tulip, I the lava.
There your trusting brave will do what none would believe.

I give you that diamond of the earth, that stone that doesn’t melt,
under pressure it was formed.
Be sure to stand the allegations of my antagonist
How I need your alibi
Oh how  I yearn for truth


Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016

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POETRY SOUP HEROES FOR CONTEST

To single out special people on soup is such a hard task So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask I discovered on soup there is an angel without wings Her name is FJ Thomas and her praises I’ll gladly sing A month after I joined soup an e-mail appeared It said I was a ‘Premium Member’ it was so weird I contacted soup said a mistake has been made I’m a Premium Member … but I haven’t paid They said the donor of my gift didn’t wish to be named But I had no way to thank them, I felt so ashamed I wrote a thank you poem so that they would know Someone made it a favourite – but their name didn’t show I later learned it was FJ Thomas, but by then she’d left the site I wanted to make her proud of me, so I tried very hard to write I’d not written a poem for many years,not since I was at school Began writing when my hubby got cancer – a disease so cruel Flo’s gift to a complete stranger meant the whole world to me Writing became my lifeline I hope I’ve used her gift wisely ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Since joining soup I began to collaborate You really should try it - it really is great Teamed up with a guy called Darren Watson His sense of humour was awesome oh boy we had some fun I was a complete beginner and Darren encouraged me Telling me how well I wrote and he loved my creativity We began to collaborate as Jadazzle United Our friendship blossomed, we were simply delighted E mails would fly and my self confidence soared With Darren around there was no time to be bored My world was shattered when dad was diagnosed with cancer Darren was there to comfort me, often with a witty answer Sadly Darren became ill and our writing came to an end I spent many many weeks trying to trace my lovely friend Contact was established with his family and after over a year I got an e mail from Darren, I was overjoyed to hear Darren’s positivity for the future gave my heart a lift Our friendship is so precious just like a priceless gift We’ve both had ups and downs in our lives recently We're writing together again and we’re as happy as can be Contest:- Poetry Soup Heroes Sponsor Catie Lindsey My Poetry Soup heros F J Thomas Darren Watson


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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My Muse Resides

I see in creases no others found
where souls seem low 
and duty bound

where sparkle waits
in dreamlike states

amid anxious eyes
here her smile lies

I see in darkness under guise of moon
where beauty moves
no heart's immune

where kindness roams
alive in poems

held deep inside
my muse resides



Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

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The changing night

               The Changing night…

I am not the mountain, I am not the sea,
   I am just a man that wanted you to see.
You are full of moonlight, you are full of sun,
   I live in the darkness, let you be the one.
I am not above you, you are not below,
   I'm in the darkness, with sunshine I will glow.
I am filled with shadows, shadows full of night.
   Me and all the roses, waiting for the light.
Hoping for the sunshine, hoping for the rain,
   weary from this madness, sorrow, loss and pain.
I am from this earth but, dreaming of the moon. 
   One day I’ll wake up from dream that ended soon.
How come you are silent? Silent is the night.
   Nights end in the mornings, mornings are delight.
You are like the sunshine, you are like the rain.
   Come and kiss me darling, I shall live again.
My pain will be gone by, sooner than never.
   Let’s changing the night soon always together.

8/19/16  Haloo


For: NV


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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Rain

The fact of losing you wasn't that much devastating. You evaporated too fast like water. And so it didn't give me affright. I know you're like water, you'll precipitate one day.  
 
And so, that one day came by destiny. I was in my room when it rained pieces of you. I went outside and felt the touch I've missed for somehow a long time. I enjoyed your every drop, the petrichor and the moist.  
 
I badly wanted you back. I longed for the water which drowns me in love. The water that gives me life every time I'm dehydrated. The water that forgives whoever I am. Only if I could collect all of your pieces and bring you back to my life forever, without you being gone once more. But I know, it will never happen.  
 
For now, I enjoy your unexpected visits and perchance sojourns. I relish your every coming. In that way, I still manage to have you, even though I know you have to evaporate again.


Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016

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Eileen

Eileen was born 80 1/2 years ago
on the first day of winter on the ground a bit of snow
with a twinkle in her eyes and a healthy glow
having both outer and inner beauty to bestow,

Second oldest girl who blossomed and bloomed
living in Queens New York who shared with oldest sister a room
becoming a responsible teen none too soon
always helping out grabbing a dustpan and broom,

Worked various jobs till one fateful day
met a cop named John and they were on they're way
having many things in common you could say
both falling in love without delay,

Marriage came quickly and the five children too
getting up early to help them get off to school
summertimes bringing them to the pool
teaching them manners and the golden rule,

Her children grew up and some moved away
plans for retirement finally came one day
first Florida for fifteen years in the sun they would play
then in 2000 back to New York because couldn't stay,

With her husbands different health issues
taking good care of him was nothing new
a nurturing wife whose complaints were seldom and few
rubbing his feet due to neuropathy as if right on cue,

On the 14th of May in 2014 her husband died
having taken care of his diabetes and melanoma all in stride
just short of 60 years she had been his bride
at his funeral at his casket she'd weep and cry,

Still full of energy she didn't act her age
gardening and shopping till her own health turned a page
feeling rundown acute leukemia in her system would rage
first and only round of chemo being this past May,

Shortly thereafter her health got worse
congestive heart plus low sodium levels were an added curse
discharged from the hospital her eldest became her "nurse"
with other family members on her bedroom hospital bed perched,

Her oxygen machine tube trailing up to her nose
she told everyone she loved them being in the know
asking Jesus to forgive all her sins she was ready to go
too soon to leave now an underground irish rose in repose,

Now Eileen and John await Resurrection day
when Jesus will come and take His children away
reunited for eternity they'll turn to one another and say
I told you I'd wait for you come what may...
 




Addendum: My beautiful Mom took her last breath at her home in N.Y. on July 9th 2017 at 9:45 a.m. I was fortunate enough to spend some time together with her before she passed away...
Rest in peace Mom and Dad till we all meet again…



Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017

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Love in my veins

Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.

In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.

Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013