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FLYING HIGH - VISUAL 5

Soaring Free as a bird No wings to restrain us Blown gently on salmon pink clouds Heaven! 01~11~15 Contest: An American Beauty – Andrea Dietrich Visual 5: Balloons Checked Using How many Syllables 2,4,6,8,2 ~awarded 4th place~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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- It Is Never Too Late -


Being Young
What is "young"......do what you want
regardless of what others think .....
Young....."wise", inexperienced and a lot to learn
Not sure or absolutely certain
No duties and no considerations to take,
just think of the day
Free as a bird, spread their wings and fly where you want


Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love


Spending the day with good friends, sleeping under the stars
Not sure or absolutely certain
Today`s young people are not so simple, 
there are liabilities - they have to go to schools
to keep up with modern society
School, work, homework and have time to social gatherings
They are not free as a birds, they can not fly where they want


Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love


For those who are young at age
Being young, young in body and soul 
It`s never too late.....Fly Where You Want.....Fly...
Have a wonderful day


Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love











24. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved





Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012


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WHY DO I WRITE POETRY - UPDATED

Why do I write poetry? I am sure some people here wonder just why I do! For my poems were once described as ‘simple’ And to others they are a pile of old pooh I have learned so much since I started writing Now I am flying as free as a bird Despite the ups and downs in my recent life My poetic ‘voice’ will still be heard I started writing just two years ago Now I realise it was a form of stress relief Since joining soup I’m like a kid in a candy store A ‘pick n mix’ of poetry - I want to learn more and more I’ve discovered so many new styles, which one do I chose Limericks, haiku, rhyme, sonnets Fabulous fun footles Alliteration, Abecedarian Nonets, cinquain, couplets, to name just a few I can’t believe there are so many forms me to dip into Many poems have been written to express my emotions Some works are happy and some are extremely sad I have a vivid imagination so fiction writes flow from my pen I might throw a twist in the ending every now and then Lots are factual poems of things that have really happened to me An example of this is my run in with that pudding made of sticky toffee! I endeavour to try and entertain and amuse But some writes are penned with anger and frustration … When I’m about to blow a fuse! I relish the challenges set by the sponsors I’m more confident and spreading my wings I love the site of which I am a member To students at school the site’s praises I loudly sing But I don’t like the current undercurrent of bad feeling Now its no names on the poems you’ll see I’ve never liked names on the contests But others will strongly disagree Let sponsors judge the way they feel We ALL get high or low placements, but let's not make a big deal The most important thing is that my poems get read (But of course I like winning, I’m such a bighead) (joke) Some say my poems are simple Others may think they are a load of poop But let me SHOUT this loud and clear I won’t be leaving poetry soup! Contest: Why do you write poetry Sponsor: Jerry Curtis 12~21~15


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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Free as a Bird

Breathing wind 
across ocean currents 
Waves of a sea murmur 
under tides turn over emotions awakening 
Satin white washed surf 

Beholding 
upon the rocks 
Beloved apex 
a sunbeams brilliance 

Wetly kissed 
under a rainbow arch
Throwing light 
of the moon spotlighting 
dancing with the shadows 

Crouching where the sun rests 
Twilight fires burn amber 
within clouds shooting gunbarrel grey


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016


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My Father in Heaven

As I set on the porch
Looking at the clear blue sky
With the clouds rolling in
I can see you on one of those clouds
With a harp in your hands
Playing soft beautiful music
That's only played in Heaven.

I can imagine the beautiful smile on your face
Looking down on me
Letting me know that you are free
Like a flying white dove
I can picture you standing at the pearly gates
And walking the streets of Gold
With your beautiful wings
You will never carry a heavy load
For, you are free as a bird.


Copyright © charlotte miller | Year Posted 2005


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Old Brown Dog


...for Ralph McTell


He was my closest friend and confidante
for over eighteen years.
I called him simply Brown Dog.
From a puppy to the present
he was always by my side.
Chasing rabbits through the pasture
or the sticks that I would throw,
he was the essence of vitality and joy.
As he aged, he would lie down at my feet,
an Old Brown Dog, his horizon now my yard, 
limping, riddled with arthritis, he was clearly in great pain.
Today would be the day. 

With a heavy heart, my shotgun cradled 
in my arm, I tugged gently on his leash
and we headed to the pasture where
in better days he frolicked, free as a bird.
The sky was overcast as I settled him to ground. 
"Goodbye, my friend," I whispered, as I went
to pull the trigger. But then suddenly a flash
of fur! a rabbit dashed from hiding and darted
into view. My companion broke free! bounding 
t'ward his prey, his pain all but forgotten.
As he closed in, he took one final leap...
and fell in a heap to the earth, still and silent.

He had died the way he wanted, 
on his own terms, free again, at last.

I buried him there, and wept.

I returned to his grave 
with a granite headstone
which bore the inscription:

"To my Brown Dog, best friend and confidante,
thanks for the memories.
Rest In Peace.
1994-2011.



Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012


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My Red Bike and Me

I learned on a relic...quite bent out of shape, 
          rusty and dented..... and not even quaint!..,
An rattle-trap, hand-me-down, that had seen better days
A ten year old's wishes, had faded away....

But, then on my birthday, as I opened my eyes...
There sat a beauty, my birthday surprise
My very first bike.....shiny and red!!
My dreams had come true.....as I jumped out of bed!!!

I tore off the ribbon, to take a good look
No time now, for breakfast, no time now, to groom
I jumped into my clothes, and then burst from the room
Onto the sidewalk, and into the street
Shouting to everyone..  "Will you come, look at me??!!!"


    With legs long and tan, I began peddling fast
      The sun hid it's shine, the cold wind was brash
        Breeze blew through my hair and into my face
          With time on my side, I was winning a race!
            We were sailing along, I could hear the wheels spin
              Over the hills, where often I'd been!

Clutching the handles, pumping my knees
  I flew past the graveyard, as I peddled with ease
   Far down the lane that circles the fields
     With rows of tall corn stalks, all waiting to yield
       Passing the warehouse that sold Daddy's seed
         I flew past the postman, and the church near the square!
          A turn 'round the corner, the train depot there!
            Splashing through puddles along the bumpy old track
              My legs kept on peddling......with no looking back!!

Didn't notice the dark clouds or storm in the sky
 The air was so sweet as I held my arms high
   Was I dreaming?  I didn't care...as I glided in time
     All the happiness I felt, all the joy of that I ride!
       I remember that birthday....that's been hidden inside..
         Look at me!!  Look at me!! On my red bike, it's me!!
           Don't you see??!!! Don't you see!!! ... That young girl was me!!
             Like a clock that's unwinding..!! That is me that you see!!
               I remember....I remember....How happy and free
                As those wheels spin beneath me
                 Look at me !!!!!!!!!  Do you see??
                   Free as a bird....it is me, it is me!!!
                          Wheeeeeeeee!!!!






Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009


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Even this shall pass

My friends say this magnificent rose
Gives off the most wonderful aroma of spring
I am catching a scent somewhat obscure
As yet no recognizable thing
For I'm losing the sense 
Of smell in my nose
Perhaps what I'm smelling 
Though peculiar and unselling
Is this lovely flower 
This most fragrant rose
Most likely it's the pasture
Expelling natural gas
Which is nostalgic and familiar
With its hint of ammonia and pungent aroma
But, I fear, even this shall pass

There's the most angelic sound in the meadow nearby
That is what my lovely neighbor conveys
She jots down the melody with each bar and clef
For I cannot hear it
I am practically deaf
But I do hear the shrill voice 
Of my neighbor's young lass
Which is nostalgic and familiar
Though disconcerting and frightful
And never delightful
I fear, even this shall pass

The most beautiful creature stops at my house
It arrives every day to feed
This is just what I've heard
To me it's all blurred
For a new pair of glasses I need
But I do see the glare 
From a bonfire of grass
Which is nostalgic and familiar
Though odious and weedy
And noxiously seedy
I fear, even this shall pass

My neighbor is bringing a dinner she will baste
Which others around highly praise
The sensation for me is hardly a meal
I have lost the better part of my taste
But I savor the peppers
She always brings me in mass
Which are nostalgic and familiar
Though indigestible and spicy
And especially dicey
I fear, even this shall pass

I fondly remember my wife's gentle touch
But this sense too I now lack
If it weren't for the fall
I'd have no sensation at all
But, for these sharp piercing pains
Down my back - Alas! Alas!
While nostalgic and familiar
And though crippling and painful
It is nothing disdainful
And I fear, even this shall pass

Now when I'm gone all will be quite sublime
I will have transcended to the sixth sense
I will be free as a bird
Free from the limits of time
Reunited with the Lord of Providence



Copyright © Jon A Cavanaugh | Year Posted 2012


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MEMOIRS OF BEING A CHILD AT HOME

Submitted for contest:  A Child's Home
 adventure, candy, childhood, city, fear, first love, freedom,
Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home





Memoirs Of Being A Child At Home


I was brought home to a red brick apartment 
I remember traffic sounds with a lot of honking
And my first smell of morning coffee brewing 
Surprising me that others lived in my house too
Going to a city pre-kindergarten was an adventure
Learning to sing three blind mice and all the fun painting
I would love to go back to that all over again.
We walked on sidewalks round the block
And huge city parades brought great masses of watchers
There was a mid-city park where the yearly carnival set down
And the smell of French fries  candy floss and dust is a memory

My best recollection is when I lived in the country
The first time walking in the woods where I picked wild flowers
And feeling free with no fear of fast cars running me over
Going to school on a green military buss until High School
Going swimming in the river we could walk to through back wood-paths
And swimming in a sucker-hole where mighty rapids swirled which was out-of-bounds
Trying not to fall in when climbing over huge boulders was a great thrill at age 10

I can see myself standing on the hill overlooking tiny floating islands 
And behind there were mountains green with many tall pines; far as you could see
Those trees were a sharp contrast when set against the snow of wintertime
But no matter what the season change brought on; Autumn was its showcase
I remember tobogganing behind our house where below was a deep meadow 
And the day when I took my first date tobogganing; my first year in senior high 
Unknowing that since last on the hill; there were basements dug and waited hidden
That I remember because I sprained my ankle falling in and landing on my date
I remember blueberry picking and fitting through a wire fence to pick bigger berries  
They were fat and juicy and in abundance due to the fact they were out of reach
Oh to be that small again and to feel free as a bird and a part of the countryside
I remember the fall I said goodbye sitting down under a great pine we swung to
It provided great shade for many summers sits after enjoying our river swims 
Mixed feelings were about me; sad to leave as memories flooded along with my tears
And they fell into the flowing river below causing little plops to form many rings
But my feelings to leaving was more anxiety felt; to think of living on my own 
And I alone was returning to the big city life 'a home away from home’.





Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015


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The Dead Man Whom I Kissed

I am free as a bird
Ready to discover this wondrous world
I am dressed to the nines
Seeking a knight in shining armor

He will be handsome alright
Defending me from life’s lows and sorrows
I shall be his flower, ready to be plucked
Oh my petals shall lust for his kiss

The big city a delight, as I shop all night!
As I gaze upon the handsome men all over
I am hopeful one shall take my hand
So they we might begin a lovers journey

Night time jazz, clubs filled with hazy smoke
Man after man after drink and nothing of substance
What’s a pretty girl to do?
Another night of blackness and no shining black knight

So off I wander to the city park
The lush smell of green filling the air
There is a graveyard up over there
A promenade among the dead

There under the moonlit sky, is an old man
His hair all white, his dress somewhat wrinkled
He seems to star into nothingness
Ah but his eyes are clear blue like the ocean true

I am abashed yet I stare into these crystal blue eyes
Something stirs from within me, yes I see as clear as day
The kindness and compassion within this weathered old man
I lose my breath, this is foolish for I just know somehow, I know I know

I walk up to him, and kiss him on the lips as I should not
This is not me, yet I know this is exactly me, I just know
He looks with sadness, and says simply "I am a dead man, from long ago"
I kiss him once more and say “I will return three days hence and we shall see"

Three days later, like a statue he stands stoically still and almost in fear
I take his hand, and whisper, life is full of miracles
We have no time to lose, I see into your beauty and I see into your pain
Hold me and love me, I am yours completely, in the falling rain




Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014


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Another New Year

Another New Year
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

2014 done and dusted
I’ve welcomed in 2015
With a beer and a crayfish
Round a campfire with some friends
…
New resolutions, not for me old mate
Cause I won’t keep what I promised
So I’ll just open up the gate… and
Let fate decide what’s in store for 2015
…
Like the man in the barbed wire canoe
Spearing tadpoles with a crow bar
You can bet my year won’t be great
But I’ll tough it out and see it through
…
I’ll do a bit of travel in me Ute and Van
Probably round Australia and free camp
When I can
Catch up with some mates along the way
Have a chin wag and a beer or two
…
I don’t really give a rat’s ****
What goes on in this world of turmoil
As long as they pay me pension
I’ll just live my life as free as a bird
…
But I will say this old mate
That’s it’s your family and friends
That will get you through the gate
Should a little trouble strike
…
So enjoy your life one and all
Leave your troubles behind the gate
Love your family, friends and mates
 Be kind to your heart, it has only so many beats
…
WELCOME 2015


Copyright © Kevin Fairbrother | Year Posted 2015


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Ancient wisdom

Within the landscape of a wistful dream
Where reality gives way to surreality
And things are not as they first seem
My mind travelled to a distant land
Of desert sand.

There
I came across the ruins of an ancient city
With strangle sculptures like I'd never seen
A place unlike I'd never been.
A cursing wind and sandstorm
Held soft whispers and strange haunting music
Unlike I'd ever heard
And as I stood under the
Warm sins glare
I was suddenly aware of a Lady
Riding a white stallion
With long wild flowing golden hair.

Her eyes told me a story
Without a single word spoken or heard
She told me many secrets and ancient wisdom
That set my soul and spirit
As free as a bird.

The once prosperous city and ancient civilization
Was lead to destruction
By greed corruption famine and war
The likes not seen before.

It suddenly dawned on me
That the city wasn't ancient at all
It was in the future
And man's stupidity
lead to it's downfall.

Man hadn't realized and forgotten
Life's simple rules
That we should live in harmony
With nature and it's creatures
Cherishing life and our precious Earth
And lived by God's word
And what Jesus his son and our saviour did teach us.

After all said and done
Despite our differences
We are all brothers and sisters
under the same moon stars and sun
We should be more understanding
As God intended.
and live as one





Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014


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Opposites in Love collabaration

The crashing waves hit the bow, as we cut through waters deep.
Clasped in irons that cut the skin; forged in the fires that never sleep.

The desert was dry, the sun beat down, I am free as a bird
The breeze tickled through the oasis, near the camel herd

Now my love is fading, like the burnt embers of those flames.
I am now branded a thief and prisoner, amongst some other names.

The hate I felt for the whore that tried to give his love to me.
Was so strong I felt I could kill him, my love he will never see.

I stole for her a flower, a simple heart felt gift.
The perfume now a memory, on this prison galleon adrift.

I am traveling to my wedding, across the desert so hot and dry.
Perfumed flower petals along the way, by slaves are scattered awry.

Seven years the price for my gift of love it did gain.
Hard labour I endure, to avoid the leather cat pain.

My arms are full of bracelets, and pearls hang round my neck.
I never think of him, now shackled on that deck.

Her kisses sublime, a memory fading, the perfume of her skin and hair
The price is high but I will pay, I took her from him to be fair.

To think I could have kissed. him makes my skin fairly crawl.
But the plan worked well, for my new rich lover, it managed to enthrall.

Slaves to love, there is no choice, when our hearts lead us astray.
I stand here windswept and tear stained, with seven years to pay.

How dry my eyes now he has gone, freedom is beckoning me.
So easy it was to frame him, now he has seven years before he is free.

I stand in the wind, rope in hand, waves crashing all around.
My ankles are bleeding with the chains, and the cat makes a whistling sound.

I lay on cushions with rings on my fingers the slaves are fanning me.
My wrists are bathed in rose oil, and kissed perpetually.

My love is strong, my heart is given, and I know I will endure. 
My love will wait for me, my beauty, my life, my own sweet amour.

Thank goodness I kept my heart for me, and for me alone. 
This thing called love is foolish, my heart it has never known.

In collaboration with Declan Fitzgerald who started the story off which made it easy to alternate my side of the story as a femme fatale between his couplets.



Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012


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When Love Disappoints

When love disappoints does it mean you’re not loved,
Could it be that the blame’s perhaps shared,
Assumptions in place that you’ve never discussed,
Or a grievance that you’ve never aired?

Is mind reading really a love merit badge,
Or good timing a thing to count on,
No secrets the secret to love’s sweet repast,
Beauty’s detail much more than a con?

Does love really rest on just fond memories,
Or on battles where lessons were learned,
On beautiful days that we know never last,
Or on miracles yet to be earned?

So what are the pillars that real love rests on,
Are there techniques to handle love’s pain,
And how do we manage to shore up the walls
When just emptiness seems to remain?

Forgiveness of self is what lovers need most,
It’s the pillar that most never see,
Forgiveness of others just bargainer’s price
That we pay for our own clemency.

The later is phony baloney of course,
And one reason why marriages fail,
Both parties are living in teen fantasy
And their love affair’s really just tail!

Though loneliness really is nobody’s goal,
It turns out that it’s quite standard fare,
For how is it possible love is at fault
When your own heart is not even there?

It’s you that controls if you’re open to love,
And its price is you leave other’s free,
Attachment to love signals imminent death,
No control is the way it must be!

But third pillar’s quite the most difficult one,
For its onus falls squarely on you,
Integrity that signals viable heart
When all other distractions are through

For love’s born and finds its full bloom in a choice,
When you choose, yet are free as a bird,
And that which ensures you are melting her heart
Is that she can believe every word!


Brian Johnston
February 18, 2016


Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2016


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Nature Self

As a cloud I observe myself, 
inseparable from the sky 
free as a bird I fly. 
Encompassing distance within my sight 
all of Nature is under my right. 
I lend eyes to birds 
to watch the setting of sun 
while I gaze upon stars. 
Every blade of grass 
knows my scent. 
I am of Nature descent 
she is mother of mine 
and father of yours, 
we siblings all are. 
Nature offers genes 
to every living thing. 
Be present when she dreams 
live to attend her needs, 
feel Nature caress 
the being you call yourself.


Copyright © Denis Zukic | Year Posted 2016


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TRAPPED

I’ve been caged for too long
Trapped and ensnared for so long
Kept in a place I don’t belong
But I tried to stay strong
Did everything I was told to
Got the education I was supposed to
I was promised I would go places
But life has changed faces
I was told I was free, free as a bird
Why does freedom hurt so much?
Freedom aint never been this poor
Freedom aint never been this sorry
Freedom aint never been so hopeless
How can the system be so imperfect?
My ancestors begged from your ancestors
My parents begged from your parents
The system says I should beg from you
But I refuse to stretch out my hand to beg
I refuse to sing the song of a loser
I refuse to live like a beggar
The system won’t work because you don’t let it
The system stinks but you don’t see it
Free my mind, free my body, free my spirit
Away with the system, away with oppression
My solutions come from within me


Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014


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Walking across the bridge of life I stopped to peer over the edge

Walking across the bridge of life,
I stopped and peered over the fence.
Below was what life didn’t offer,
It was black and so immense.

Oblivion could answer the problems I face, 
All the troubles of life today, 
Oblivion could remove every mountainous issue,
Packed up, then sent away.

All it would take would be a climb and a jump,
A few small steps then a slip,
Then I’d be free, free as a bird,
Free from this life membership.

But then I recalled the people I knew,
They stood by me when I was depressed. 
They shared their memories of happy and fun,
Even though they too were distressed.

Do they really need me? What would each of them think?
How would each of them feel?
My questions got deep, my answers- profound,
My thoughts were a mental surreal.

So I looked away from the fence, to the road of life,
Those potholes that I had devised,
I would jump them with glee, with a smile and a song,
I’d simply just compromised.


Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016


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Astral Travel

Ever dream that you were travelling
on the astral plane at the speed of light
flashing forward and back through time

Floating in the air free as a bird
the only tie your cord to your body
an empty shell as you journey afar

Gliding around the world in hours
instead of days seeing all the wonders
slipping silently through people's homes 

Hurling on until a sudden tug
has you fleeing back to your shell
landing in it all in disarray

Startling awake and out of sorts
you make heavy weather of the day
grumpy and moody not knowing why

Once your astral spirit leaves again
and travels far and wide through time
then gently returns to settle in smoothly

Now you wake refreshed and renewed
your body and spirit joined together
in  perfect harmony with each other


Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013


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Free As A Bird

"Don't call me.  I'll call you."
  Not an easy thing to not do.

But it must be your lucky day
 cause you've got your way.

When we met I should have known
  you weren't really full grown.

In your hand you held my heart
  but you wanted another part.

I gave it freely and now you're gone,
  gone with the wind you blew in and out on.

Now you're free as the bird that sat in my tree,
  free as the bird that flew away from me.

So fly away,
  fly away,
  fly away free.
You're free as a bird just like me.


By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright:  Feb. 26, 2007
"All Rights Reserved"


Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016


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Great Walls In Life

Great Walls of Life

That Northern Wall  in Chicago:
With high hopes and unhindered confidence, in early 1974 I was sailing free as a bird. I felt prepared for any and everything that would attempt my defeat.
Never doubting that I was the one; but it all changed when they said, “No!”

That Southern Wall in Mississippi:
Starting over in the Fall of 1974, I took me and mine, and moved several hundred miles away.  Thinking I was a trail blazer, a pioneer; I planted my feet and planned to stay.  The dreams I had and the visions I saw, fell far short.  In the Fall of 1978, I said to my family, “It's time to go!”

That Western Wall in San Francisco:
I had already looked East  and decided against the Big Apple.
‘On the road again’ became the story of my life before I ever heard the song.
Hitting the road a second time, across country I went.  In 1978, I resettled 2000 miles away.

My expectations were lowered just a bit, but still I saw doorways to success.
However, it seemed that my chosen career continued to find me running in the rear.  At first I was accepted and had broad appeal; hearts to me opened wide.  After a few years with them, in 1982 a great opportunity for a promotion came knocking; but when I entered the door, they too said, “No”.

That Second Western Wall in San Francisco:
This time I did not cross the country nor even States, but just across town.
In the Winter 0f 1984, I thought that finally I had found a place of security with a bright future.  However, two years in, and I was out, when they said to me, “It’s time for you to go”.  Nevertheless, I have neither complaints nor regrets at all about any of my four walls.

Those walls helped to straighten me out when I was wrong.
While I was still young, those walls made me strong.
Sometimes, when feeling weak, worn, and small,
I think about those " 4Walls", and feel real tall
02192016 (PS Contest, "4 Walls" by C.T.)


Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016


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Alone

It seems like I'm alone in this world
that there's nobody else
nobody to love me
nobody to care about
I'm so tired of acting
trying to be somebody else
I would like to go
somewhere as far as I can get
and to forget the pain I feel
for the life I have right now
I would like to be free as a bird 
without troubles to worrie about
and to fly high in the sky
but it's all just a thought
so I said :"Oh my!"
suppose I just have to dream
cause without it,have the life meaning at all?


Copyright © Kathrine . | Year Posted 2011


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Around The Corner

I stand with my back pressed to the wall
Arms out preventing that fall
Whilst pale fingers spider towards the corner
As inner thoughts crash tackle my hold on the brittle mortar
Winds rush by to coax me closer
To a world that is loved, yet I’m only lonelier
Confined to that ledge, is it safe to say - What’s around the corner?
Head spinning I lean against my pharma fug
Knowing salvation is around the corner?
I press on through inky blackness, never looking back
Palms smearing a sweating drunkenness
Where fingers slide to a free-wheeling halt 
The wind betraying the corner is here

She whispers “come fly with me”…

My moment of truth, blurred by tears
As I melancholy through the air
Free as a bird 
That never had wings
It was always there
Just around that corner
Freedom


13 Oct. 2014



Copyright © Mark Trichet | Year Posted 2014


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THE DAY AFTER

Happy day after, our Cupid’s little arrow was thrust
To those with a new true love may it forever last
To those whom our little cupid cruelly passed bye
.Do not fret all you need is one big chocolate and candy blast
What is so great about a heart so fluttering you think you will die
Go out and treat yourself to all that is splendid in life
One never ever knows what's just around the bend
Who needs wanting to cut your heart out with a knife
Cupid at times can you to the madhouse send
So keep singing and dancing, and paint the town red
Be free as a bird and fly upwards alone yet fully content
And don’t worry if it is just for sex that you jumped into bed
Love brings huge grocery bills, noisy kids, landlords wanting rent
Who needs love, and those bloody moonbeams in your head
Who needs candlelight, when you're tired and your energy spent
Cupid’s arrow can at times hurt and even rip your soul apart 
Yes so much better to give this love stuff a mighty good pass
Or you will find that suddenly you no longer own your heart .


Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2012


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Free as a bird

I am going to write anything I want to
Why do birds sing?
Because they are free
Haven't you heard - free as a bird?
Why does ice melt?
Who?
You are talking about moi?
Lol
Better know who you are talking to
Why do you take forever?
Taking what?
Why do I say what I say?
Because you deserve it
Is it good or bad?
Haha good 
Nah - bad
Better watch out
Why do I do what I say?
Because I don't want to be heard by you
Me?
Ahhhh
Why does the sun always shine on you?
Because it knows me
I am always there - in the sunshine
Better watch my tan lines
I am not talking about you
I am talking about me
Haha
Did Columbus discover America?
Yeah think so
Then why hasn't America discover Columbus?
Columbus, Ohio?
Haven't been there
My thought exactly
Lol
Did you say you'll see me tomorrow?
How would you know?
I have people to see
Places to go
How would I see you?
Tomorrow it is
One for the road
If all that you have is here
Then where are they?
Here in my heart
Here in my mind
Here in my spirit
Here in my house
You mean I am there too?
No you are never there
You are here
Hehe
Good night
And good riddance
What?
I am hurt
Lol you'll get over it
Never
Talk as someone who knows
What?


Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015


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Sadness overcome

Tell me why the tears are flowing/
Sadness overcome.
I kissed him every night before bed/ I must always be the one.
 It is rarely returned, his lips I have not touched/ It is never reciprocated. It's far to much!
Each morning before he goes to work , I must be the one to go to him. For him to come and kiss me/the chances are so slim.
Does he not understand the pain that that causes/ is this because of my flaws?
So often I sit and I Ponder/ this causes my mind to wander.
Does he have affection for another/ is this something I must uncover?
There was a time when you were happy , we were partners he and I. 
Now all I do almost everyday , is sit alone and cry.
I suffer from many ailments I think he doesn't see/ I strongly believe he misses the old me.
My diseases enable me to do many things/ he thinks I'm losing my mind ,  I wish I had wings.
To be able to fly away , free as a bird/ and there would be nothing but silence/not even a word.
Sadness has overcome me , I am totally lost/ I want these feelings to stop - to stop at any cost.
~mp (c)


Copyright © Manon peel | Year Posted 2016