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My Time To Shine

Running barefoot through the open field
No worries, enjoying what the day will yield
Free spirit, given free reign to roam the town
Sun up to sun down, laughter all around

Dreading Mom's dinner bell, such a sad sound
Knowing the day was over and we had to settle down
Mom was a special lady, such compassion and care
Whenever something was wrong, she was always there

She was a mother, doctor, taxi, chef, she deserves applause
Looking back, I didn't realize how good it really was
Nurturing us from the time we were so were small
Just kids, wild and carefree, Mom took care of it all

The times have changed, we are off on our own
No longer able to do life's daily chores all alone
Mom needs nuturing as she is now on the decline
Time to give a helping hand, time to shine

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My Aminus Brain

I am of soft, delicate skinned casing,
Housing an iron, logical facing.

I grant my femininity free reign
To follow dictates of my manlike brain.

My seductive charms can attract a man,
But he may run far once I show my hand.

My quick, mental wit delivered deadpan
Cannot be handled by males with no span.

Only those of equal mental process
Will see my smile and know any access.

Feelings don’t phase my skill to analyze,
Even when I flash my come-hither eyes.

I don’t have masculine strength or muscle,
But in games deductive, I can tussle.

Call me feminine, demure or girly,
Such true adjectives won’t find me surly.

Color my world with sheer lace all pearly,
Just remember my sharp brain is burly.



... CayCay Jennings, a Libra
May 27, 2016

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Don't Blame the Quiche Lorraine

Sleep I can’t feign. I hear the falling rain
tapping a refrain on the window pane.
My throbbing pain recedes and I obtain
relief from the migraine which had free reign
like a freight train, a cause for mental strain.
Drat the champagne! Don’t blame the quiche Lorraine.

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Contest: Rhymers Delight Internal Monorhyme
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 2nd
© 7th January 2017

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The suicide hut

Under the rug there is a token to paradise 
in hills so ill with splendor 
that I'm drooling in unjust jealousy

Opposed to the addiction of a false prediction 
allow me to uncover the table to show 
how the image was actually fashioned

While the loneliness fueled the art 
abandoned hopes extended the flesh of the mind 
to inhabit the space of a lifetime 

To see without clear vision 
and respond in the same vague tones 
is the immoral act of many a damned man

In place of love there was a misunderstanding

So give free reign to the freak 
start from the suicide hut 
to hunt for those sacred habits

And there I must go to breathe
And there I must stay to see
And there I will lounge in myself

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Dancing with Fools

When someone steals from a store, and strong arms the owner…
When he walks down the middle of the street, daring others to stop him.
When he wants to stop traffic by blocking the streets… he is a fool.
He’s a Bully and Thug, those who follow him are: nothing but fools.

When others follow him and destroy a community, they are thugs.
They are nothing but criminals, marking and claiming their territory.
When the police stand by allowing them to loot, and burn stores…
Remember: If you dance with fools, be careful, you don’t become one.

Thugs destroy communities, to give them free reign, makes you a fool.
Letting the storeowners lose every thing… makes the police fools.
Watching them destroy more stores and to walk away with alcohol…
Letting them celebrate, burn, and loot, all night long, then police are fools.

To cordon them off is not enough, put them where they belong… in jail.
Remember: Dance with fools, and be careful, you do not become one.
Those stores keep your community alive; their taxes pay police salaries.
Those stores feed families… The good people will quickly leave.

When the community is an empty shell… Then who are the fools?

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Lost Boys

Little boy lost in echoes of his past.
Not knowing though never forgetting.
In things that linger in memories unspoken.
Lost and alone always foreboding thoughts.
Dreams of nightmares scattered across his mind.
Colors always dark and muted in a fog.
So many drugs on this lost highway.
Some days were filled with blue skies.
Most often than not colors of gray muted walls.
Bruises were a constant on wrists and ankles.
There is always that sinking feeling rising up.
Words and memories flashed through his mind.
It is a place of control except for no control at all.
It is free reign here to do what is pleasing for some.
The mind can take you away from places you can't deal with.
He locked away secrets, deep inside, as he tried to forget.
As he watched the paintings on the wall changing forms.
As they took him places he longed to be, to forget things.
He did not want to see, dreams of nightmares and evil things.
As this boy never understood bringing to near death.
 When the song of the holy rang out in his ears.
He thought he had nothing in this life to fear. 
And in the end, this lost boy slipped off to heaven.
Never to be seen again, with anyone to cry for him.
 




3 am  3/ 24/ 2012    I took the liberty of putting 3- 4 stories in one poem/ my X was a cop, and he told me a few stories of him & his team rescuing those boys.

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Heavenly Nevermore

The sun has learned
to nevermore interfere 

with the moon 
and its stars

To give it a whole world
because the sun

doesn't need to stand in the way,
when it has free reign 
of the entire universe.

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The Blessings of the Sabbath

There is a day of rest for you and me
A Sabbath day of sweetest harmony
Where God and man converse and blessings dwell
and sacred hours are spent to be made well

It is the seventh day, a holy time
Creation's testament, it stands sublime
Remembered are those days when words God spoke
And life He gave to man and Adam woke

There by his side was Eve, a sheer delight
And gifted Eden was an awesome sight
That Friday night, the Sabbath ushered in
What blissful joy and peace, but then came sin

The rest is known to us, the tragic toll
But our Creator God can save the soul
And Christ came down to die on cruel tree
To gift eternal life to you and me

His pow'r to recreate is ours to ask
Salvation is a gift and not a task
From sunset Friday and to Saturday
The Sabbath blessing enters hearts to stay

There is a day of rest from worldly care
To worship God and feel His presence there
The Sabbath is a joy to celebrate
And through the hours we sing: "Our God is Great!"

Eileen Manassian

I believe in the Biblical day of rest which is a memorial of God's creative and recreative power. It is a day to strengthen our relationship with God by putting aside our worries and cares and concentrating on His goodness and giving Him free reign to heal us. We can come into His presence any day of the week, but the Sabbath is especially blessed by His presence. The fourth commandment speaks of the importance of the Sabbath. Jesus himself, as was his custom, went to the synagogue on the Sabbath day. There is no Biblical evidence that the day was changed by the Lord from Saturday to Sunday. The Catholic church has documented papers in which they readily admit to having changed the day of worship to Sunday in honor of the Lord's resurrection. However, I stand with the Biblical injunction to keep the SEVENTH day holy as Jesus said, “Do not think that I came to destroy the Law or the Prophets. I didn’t come to destroy them, but to fulfill them,  18 because I tell all of you with certainty that until heaven and earth disappear, not one letter or one stroke of a letter will disappear from the Law until everything has been accomplished." (Matthew 5: 17 & 18) NIV

There is a special blessing that God has in store for those who keep His day holy and come into His presence. I've long wanted to write this poem. I hope you enjoy it. I don't want to open dialogue about which day is the right day....or if it even matters. I'm sharing my belief and joy in this gift of God, and I encourage you to set a time aside to come into His presence. 

Isaiah 58:13-14New International Version (NIV)
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“If you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbath
    and from doing as you please on my holy day,
if you call the Sabbath a delight
    and the Lord’s holy day honorable,
and if you honor it by not going your own way
    and not doing as you please or speaking idle words,

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then you will find your joy in the Lord,
    and I will cause you to ride in triumph on the heights of the land
    and to feast on the inheritance of your father Jacob.”
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.

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Confession Time

I like to think myself basically honest
And lean more towards good than bad. 
I can still count the times I have totally lost the plot.
Though I don't care to say how often swearing lets me down.
I know I have work to do there.
 
I count myself a good neighbour
And keep any friends I make.
I say good day to those who pass me in the street.
And I am nearly always keen to help out if asked. 
My ears make good sounding boards
And People come to me for advice.
So my conscience I deem clear in all areas except one.

There is something really wicked about me you should know.
My sense of humour is hard to keep under control.
Even though it may seem wrong I am not prepared 
To change it in any way.
It's delightfully delicious and often mischievous ways I embrace every day.
How could I even consider giving it the flick, 
When it produces a smile such as that from you every time I let it have 
It's wicked way. 
And it would not be fair to those who shake their belly every time 
I give it free reign to tell a joke.

I hope you will make an exception and give me dispensation
To continue being ever so slightly wicked in this way.

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Free Reign

I’m with family;
we’re younger, vibrant, laughing; 
through another door,
I run to a lover’s arms. . . 
free reign in Time’s passageways

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Free Reign

Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
wave
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as space floats up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
dancing
singing
winter's full-blowing opera.

Some approach
briefly sway
bowing
bouncing isolative moments,
absorbed into white water wind,
incarnate grace of laced exquisite space.

Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
coincidental adventive play,
compassion mating breath 
 with blood-rhythm beats.

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Curbing Our Tongues

CURBING OUR TONGUES
There are pivotal moments
Decision points
Crucial conversations

We must choose our path
Walking to the light
Step into the shadows?

Gaining control over our tongue
Is spiritual maturity
Person who has the last word
Or the best argument is the winner

Real winner is the person with control
Real winner is the one who maintain composure
Perspective when hothead is busy loosing it
Our tongues can lead us into world trouble.

Unchecked anger
Unforgiveness
Tiny White lies
All these things pull us away from Eternal God who wants to lead us to the light

To your mouth you give free reign evil, you harness your tongue to deceit. Psalm 50:19

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Earth Tune

I love our richtimes
moments stolen from starched yesterdays,
we live warm steam scentimes
through future's dualdark crime.

I miss our deep earthtones
our space for free reign
before we missed race rhymes
shouting thin through bland bones.

I know our lovetones
our place for free form
we fly empathic spacetime
where Earth's reasons have rich rhymes.

I love your vast humor,
co-passion with fools,
your red flows rich manna
free grow golden life rules.

We live our fast humor
compassion's love fool.
We love co-paced echoes,
co-rise life's kind cruel.

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Proclaim

They'd think me insane
Isn't that the easiest way to place blame?
Defining a soul bad terrain
Labeling you as someone to contain. 
Sound enters my room again
Not getting that I need champagne 
Courage of memory claims
A judgement of acting inhumane.

Down on my knees I pray to attain
A peace that I've yet to claim. 
I'm not bitter but just restrain
from using words that envoke deep pain.  


Believe in good which pertains
to old fashioned morals that sustain.
Longevity and exhausting fast lanes
Propelling your body through clogged red veins. 

I keep looking to entertain
Singing with nothing profane
My heart resides in the rain
Falling sincerely to offer free reign.

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PRETTY KITTY

PRETTY KITTY

They named her Princess
Coal black    with long    silken fur
She had this proud air
They had to laugh    thought it cute
Not Caesar    their bulldog brute

Caesar was not cute
had a face like a washboard
Always kept his place
But Princess had a free reign
And this caused Caesar great pain!

She ate at table
Was let out to freely roam
Welcomed on a lap
Not so Caesar    not so cool
He was too big   and    he drooled

He was patronized
Princess   her nose in the air
Scratched the furniture
Had a perfumed litter box
Once peed on the master’s sox

All this Caesar saw
Oh    it rankled in his craw
That snip of a cat!
Bring her down to Earth he vowed
Dump her from her fleecy cloud

And then one fine day
As the Princess sleeping lay
Head on velvet paws
Caesar    as was his habit
Lifted leg    let her have it!

Dave Austin

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I Wish

Hello everyone after reading quite a few of your poems today I was inspired to write 
this one on the spot... I am at work and it took me 2mins to compose. I welcome 
feedback and I have about 50 poems from about the age of 14 to upload 
eventually… Love this site and you guys...


HERE GOES....

I Wish

I wish I could give you free reign to explore my mind to understand my motives and 
intentions
I wish I could do the same with yours so that every expression I utter you would get 
the meaning without misinterpretations

I wish I could explain ‘a feeling’ indeed so you would know exactly how I feel
I wish I could taste literally an emotion so somehow I could re-create that portion

I wish you could know, how much you would grow if only my wish could come true

...

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Psalm to Earth

I love your rich times,
moments stolen from parched yesterdays,
and stern disciplined tomorrows.
I live your warm scent times of leisure
through future's dark crimes
and climbs
up egocentric laughing ladders.

I miss our deep earth tones,
light prisms of dew drop in color,
our speech for free reign
before we missed racing DNA rhymes
shouting thin thin shared bones
of resonant echoing polystructures.

I know our love tones
our paradise place for free form
flying empathic spacetime
where Earth's reasons have rhymes,
and three space dimensions
equal one bilateral NOW time.

I love your vast humor
compassion for fools
fearing only to become
ego-deflated fools together,
your red flows rich manna,
free golden embryonic elixir
of regenesis
thru fools, 
not their crowns

I often am reminded
we are far more alike than different,
we all enter and exit
through co-arising ecosystemic host windows
of angry opportunity and fearful risk,
and Tao's wu wei between.

Yet, I wonder,
as I gaze out at bicameral co-laterally dynamic trees,
organically planted structures,
how far more alike than different
are RNA within racing DNA regenerating
further polyculturing younger branches
and ecoconscious root systems
of healthy ecotherapeutic Time.

The seeds of polycultural eco-revolutionary cooperatives
already embryonically implied
in monocultural ego-dominant enculturation
of nature's polypathic regenerating diapraxis,
fractal-functions of zero-zen
Time as BiCamerally Balanced Tao,
Universally MultiIntegrative Self-Perpetuation
through MidWay Tipping Point WinWin
CoOperative PolyCultural Optimization.

I love your rich zero-times,
moments stolen from parched dissonant yesterdays,
and climate therapeutic tomorrows.

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LOVE ME WITH YOUR EYES

my heart withers within me

swamped by my fancies for thee

longing to hold thee as mine in a caressing embrace,

long awaiting from thee a telling smile.

maybe from it i shall gather courage to give free reign

to my tongue to sing the urges of the heart.

each day a part of me fall and withers

and light from mine eyes fade,

at night rest eludes me,

though my eyes fall heavy with sleep

in my mind dwells a constant strife,

the fracas i meet at the fading of the light

thoughts of you caressed by another.....

lives to haunt my dreams and i shan't find a peace of mind.

my love for thee blosoms,

mushrooming in my mind,

my heart and soul 'till all i think of is ye

with neither little hopes of telling thee my urgies

nor do i seek redemption by purging my fancies

Lest what i hoped will ensnare thy heart,

only  frightens thee and grant me only heartache

and yet another day passes and my heart withers from the pain in desolation

nobody knows what gnaws me within

nor shall any ever learn the source of my agony

i hope to learn to curb my urges and cloak them with friendliness

but shall i trust myself to one day watch you walk way from me,

embracing another whispering to another, caressed and loved before my famished soul

your fading scent lingering still, to cut through my heart and remind me of my fading sanity

that alas ye! was surely not a dream my mind forged,

but a beauty i beheld and let slip through the cowering heart

that strained to curb what was a gift of the heart with hopes to ensnare a free spirit

this consuming passion shan't deminish, it enspires within me soul abandonment

how can i hope to walk away, when you weave for me this sensual leash

my heart is ensnared, my passion curbed, my tongue tied

all wrapped in together as a gift to my heart mate.....

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WHO NEEDS GOD?

so who do you think needs the Lord God?
is it only those who possess a righteousness of heart?

we live in a cultural society of spiritual disillusion
where some feel if there was no God there would be less chaos and confusion
but chaos and confusion are in the hearts and minds of men
as God is only about order and the Spirit which dwells within
it's not God who's responsible for all this man-made mess
it's caused by the sin of greed that mankind strives to possess

we've stopped going to church to worship God and started putting our desires first
we've taken God out of everything and society has gotten worse
video games, books and movies about ungodly things
we're making it easier for the devil to have free reign
people think their in control and that it's all about them
but let me tell you we all need God He's our everlasting friend
He gives unconditional love, mercy and grace and forgives again and again
He understands all of our situations and looks beyond our sins

King David did some awful things but to God he did repent
forgiven by God but he stilled suffered some consequence
one son was killed and another son tried to overtake his place on the throne
he found himself in a wilderness experience and realized he couldn't do it alone
so down on his knees he fell and cried out to the Holy Lord
understanding that without God in his life he might as well fall on his sword

only He can fill that God shaped hole which in our hearts 
no man nor woman, no material thing nor any substance can do the part
be wary of who and what you worship and what you create with your own hands
for if it's not God made all I can say is that it might not be what you've planned
if you lean not towards your own understanding you may come to comprehend 
that everything in this perfect universe was not made by mere men

so who do you think needs God? do you think its thee?
the God of love, kindness and mercy, the God who created you and me
never changing, never re-arranging, dependable, steadfast and sure
forever lasting, eternally fashioned, His Word which will always endure
the Alpha, the Omega, the Beginning and the End
the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, our Friend
the Salt of the Earth, the Prince of Peace, He is the King Of Kings
the Universal Designer who created everything

so who needs God? who do you think needs the Lord Christ?
as far as I'm concerned it's everything that has the ability to breathe life

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Prisoner To My Pain

I stand here drowning,
Under the invisible sea.
I’m lost in my own emotions 
and I long to be set free.

I don’t know if I can carry anymore,
This heavy heart of mine. 
I wish to spill these feelings,
but it’s a request my lips decline.

The encapsulated tears boil within, 
and spill over my wounded heart.
With every single burning drop, 
I feel myself fall apart.

In the silent moments, 
My thoughts acquire free reign. 
I try my hardest to forget, 
that awfully blinding pain.

Is it too much to ask,
for someone to come along?
To pull me out of this darkness,
and teach me to be strong?

In this world, perhaps, 
There’s no such person out there.
But if there is, somehow,
Could you save me from this nightmare?

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Dr.DOOM virus & Amegeddon too!(a FICTIONAL PIECE)






                                              My PC has been infiltrated
                                              DR.DOOMvirus in the E-mail
                                              I mistakenly opened it
                                             HE(or SHE)has free reign
                                             to cause my DELL more insidious pain
                                             Sir Putnin of Russia is coming down
                                             hard on the U.S. stance of force
                                             Especially on the proposed American
                                             Defense shield that would protect us
                                             from the NUTJOBS with their hand
                                             squarely on the finger trigger
                                             North Korea wants to keep their NUCLEAR
                                             options handy,despite the cries from
                                             our own country(which has it's own ATOMIC ties)
                                             WE are choosing our own course
                                             A TASTE OF AMEGEDDON
                                             Mama can't seem to hold back her fears
                                             Daddy is too busy,gulping down his
                                             Cupcakes and beers
                                             And ME??
                                             I am sitting here writing this piece of tripe
                                            for the benefit of the EYES of tomorrow's
                                            children that my peepers forever see

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The Way Back Machine

The way-back machine cranks out
memories which haunt us.  Scenes
from days long past revive longings
for things to be the way they were
when youth was taken for granted, 
when sharp minds and nimble  limbs 
propelled us forward totally unafraid.

                                        The way-back machine calls
                                        out to us in the dark, bringing
                                        memories of events we thought 
                                        forgotten, embarrassing moments 
                                        we would rather banish forever,
                                        or prefer had never happened.

The way-back machine startles 
us into awareness when we least
expect it, allows free reign in the
present only for short periods, takes
us back to the time we used dreams
to fire imaginations, and fuel energy.

                                        The way-back machine holds
                                         secrets locked inside, waiting
                                         to be told - of Father who taught 
                                         us honesty and hard work, Mother 
                                         who taught us love, the Sunday 
                                         School teacher who taught us right  
                                         from wrong and friends who taught
                                         us the value of play.
                                       
Fed by lingering memories, the
way-back machine is filled with 
vivid strings of scenes, music
floating around our ears, words to 
tell the stories, spell life's lessons,
and write the record in bold.

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Sweet alternative

If you hedonistically entail to wage a war
If you are possessed by the longing to eradicate
If you fathom the nitty-gritty of the havoc
If you need to endorse your prerogatives in life

Leave free reign to your rational mind
Pull out of this inequitable,rotten,imbecile game
Ditch and this greed for pogrom gloss over
Thwart your apex for evil and hatred tame

Morph into something humane and peace prop up
Vent your indignation on war trivialities
Elect to live off the grid and continue to fly
Then without beating about the bush poverty target

Let wisdom sink into your depraved,wicked soul
Designate your catbird seat among peace devotees.

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Mr. Freedom Writer's Ink

Just a simple inbox from Mr. Freedom Writer’s Ink that’s
All it took, to
Make me think outside the box
Eventually, I tried a new thing
Shaking up the brain mater and 

Making up the words
calling on his expertise, 
Incongruously free reign, no rules he said to me
Now almost a year later, no
End in sight you see, still there to
Reassure the shy ones, to take up the pen
Never growing weary of urging others on, 
Even when down, he lifts himself up, cause 
Yesterday is gone; a new day is dawning and a new talent to unearth


*James McInerney bugged me for weeks to try and write something on his site.. 
Little did I know it would grow into something I would enjoy and still do, this is my way of showing my appreciation for his dedication and support*

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Sanity Can Drift

You cling to the reality that fits your world
playing cupid’s crafty game of love and deceit.
And as devastating emotions are unfurled
oaths vowed in passion's heat start to taste bittersweet.

Giving lust free reign has opened a door to pain
for hope was uprooted and not allowed to grow.
And all your dreams and wishes were planted in vain 
stomped underfoot in your wild dance with Diablo.

Fleeing today you've lost sight of tomorrow 
for with no anchor of trust sanity can drift.
And overcome by heartache you drown your sorrow
in tear filled dreams where romantic currents run swift.

As the hurt intensifies you contemplate death
life holds all the answers yet you fail every test.
And as anxiety climbs panic steals your breath
for you know in your heart that you’ve tried your best.