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-Quarantine of the Soul-
Tranquil pills fall deep like the night
A sweet fangless course
Bites with no remorse
Your eyes struggle to read my ageless soul
Lost
Dark
You open a heart under Quarantine
The past
The present
The future
Stand in the way of what was and never will be
A contagious disease
I call "LOVE!"
(Past-- you came)
Somewhere deep inside --with you--
The Maverick
The Majestic
The Arriving Vessel of Light
I separated myself from the world
--to be with you--
I polished a new diamond night
With pleasures of meeting where our hearts began
Deep like the night, you woke my sleepless soul
Removing it from the safe harbor of the sea
-Isolated from all to see
No risk or chance, of smiling endlessly
(Present-- you set)
Tonight you fell from Mandalay
You spoke in a way that Cut my throat with truth
You detained my ego clouding the auspices sky
Allowing a smile
A tender peek into your heart
It spread in ways -- I wanted more
I kept deep until you found your way past the door
Persistent memories
In search of eternity
Tonight lets learn to live again
With no fear, I remove all labels
Making the moon and sun rise together
My love, my life now depends on you
(Future-- you left)
With no explanation
The age of Quarantine will forever set
You came to me
Set me free
Just to leave
Now you are a virus --- Just like them!!!
By: PD
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
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Welcome to my ----- life
A beautiful broken aura
Unsettled flakes
The sound of yesterday
Shattered winter glass
Transcend to the unconscious mind
Frozen, dead, yet alive
Hell, escapes my future of eternal suffering
Tiny buttons of snow -fall to my feet
Firewood burns endlessly,
The hairs of her soft skin rise like wheat
Shadows by hand flip the hourglass
The possibility of change takes --- need
She stands on the outside of my dreams
Looking in;
Quietly she summons the cold legion
Confused, trying to cleanse her soul
She wipes off old fingerprints
White glitter, forgotten notes
Spiritual spells enhanced in a quiet villa
Shadows of hands toss the glow
Daydreaming inside another dream
Falling flakes in hopes of peace
A warm bedded cabin sits at ease
Observing, breathing, mind settling
Swirling into an earthy feel
Another long downward drift
Shadows of hands set the tide
She awakens, sharing the stars
She mocks the sun, her eyes sparkle
Covered in snow - aging peacefully
She fibers to soothe her soul
She reeks, neither heaven nor hell
Temporary punishment, rattling thoughts
Captured in a transparent globe
Passing through a purgatory world
No walls, no in between
Falling far from the echoes of life
Sacrificed by death before salvation
Transcending to the unconscious mind
Shattered winter glass
The sound of yesterday
Unsettled flakes
A beautiful broken aura
Depart from my ----- life
By: PD
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NULLARBOR
As darkness falls above the eastern skies,
with dawning shadows ending heartache’s woes.
Along the path wherein my future lies
behind the setting sun a light yet glows.
The barren earth divides a vast expanse
as shadows cast by dawn are left behind.
The glow of light in contrast to enhance
the darkness of my perished love unkind.
The sun sets over deserts reddish hues,
beyond the treeless plain, in hope I prance
with new direction my belief renews.
To west I head without a backward glance.
What lies ahead beyond the Nullarbor,
a dream of good to feel alive once more.
23rd August, 2016
T.J Gren
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ETERNAL RECURRENCE*
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“I am certain that I have been here as I am now a thousand times before and
I hope to return a thousand times after.” GOETHE
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1.
Once upon a time,
The Lord of spiritual consciousness was sitting peacefully on His blissful throne
Ceaselessly contemplating upon His equilibrium
T’ was the era of no moon, no sun, no stars, no earth, no oceans, no rivers
Just a motionless, timeless and deathless entity it was happy with His existence
2.
Suddenly the thought of sacred motion was felt deep down in his essence
Seeking the chaos to be stirred from its core outwardly
Consequently separating the light from the darkness and all the other elements
That constitute the Cosmos
Thus giving birth immediately to old mighty time
3.
When Time: This wizard of celestial art found himself alive
His expert hands stretched in advance, wanting to create
For that the plastic energy he took, that was everywhere around
And skillfully and patiently the Cosmos carved according to the Logos
Creating thus, the nebulae, the galaxies, the stars and all the other planets
4.
Then God looked at times creation and marveled with its beauty
But as there was no life to be seen in all of this creation
The thought of desire was born in God to inhabit every place
For that out of himself he cut myriads blazing souls
Which like shooting stars he sent downwards to animate nature,
5.
In this way, to manifestation’s cosmic sphere, the souls were beamed
Radiating their luminosity to reality’s lower planes
Bringing with them the sacred principles to denser forms of life
As they were passing from the spiritual, the mental and the astral
And finally materializing, themselves on the physical solid plane
Where life began on earth, with God’s will and grace!
6.
Each soul an ambassador was and is of God’s will and grace
A ray of divinity, a guardian of the Holy Law
Each with a specific mission: to learn or rather to remember
How to find the way of return throughout space and time
And with the divine, again, to be seen in perfect equilibrium
7.
The day I was born, as every man alive,
I found my immortal self bound to the wheel of time
That around eternity’s circumference took me, in very heavy chains
Asking to follow obediently the unswerving path of fate:
This endless trip of return where the only constant thing is change
8.
Since then I have died once and many times after
But death's dark palaces to hold me were unable
As my soul’s perpetual desire to follow my destiny
Brought me back to this ephemeral world of fleeting dreams
With a new body, new hopes, new goals but always with the
Same desire
9.
Thus I journeyed back and forth the plains of oblivion
Choosing the best conditions I could, according to my karma
Trying to find endlessly the golden middle way
That unmistakably between the extremes is only to be found
But since from the river of forgetfulness each time I was drinking
I was obliged, unfortunately, to start over again
10.
So, I was born once a king and another was I born a beggar
And in turns I was born a coward, a hero, a holy man, a vicious man,
A Christian, a Muslim, an atheist, an idolater a strong man and a woman
And healthy and sick I was born and intelligent and witless
And was I born to love so much the things I once detested
And to hate passionately the things I once held dear
11.
And I was born once to laugh and another just to cry
And I drunk successively from joy’s cup and that of sorrow’s
And was born to make friends out of my enemies
And enemies out of my brothers
And was born to realize the impossible dreams and fail the very easy
And I was born to slay and to be slain alternatively for thousands of years
12.
Thus I lived continuously the extremes of both good and evil
Striving to find endlessly the balance in my soul
Through the wisdom that was endowed upon me by the Great Spirit
That like a beacon, luminous, to guide me waits
To my supreme destiny that GOD for me has traced
13.
So, as was passing from life unto death, from darkness unto light
With a speed determined by me, I don’t put on GOD the blame,
All my lessons have I learned through trial and error
Up to the very last reincarnation, in body’s mortal temple
14.
Now free, AT LAST, from all earthly desires and every karmic blame
Radiating with holiness and glowing with grace
My immortal soul, HER divine wings unfolds and soars upwards the heavens
White light blazing in perfect equilibrium
And pure now to her glorious creator returns and with
HIM UNITES!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
11 DECEMBER 2013
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“A little while and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind and another woman shall bear me”
KAHLIL GIBRAN
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* This poem because of its length I was unable to post it in one piece for I was not a
member for life at that time therefore I published it in two parts as: “CREATION” and as “REINCARNATION.” Here is the entire poem as it was originally written.
Now, my friends know that apart from my epigrams I write... long poems as well!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013
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When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013
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No
A small little word
And yet so hard to say
It tempts me to say
Maybe
Maybe I can make it work
I so desperately want to say yes
It hurts
Crushes me
To see you disappointed
Those times when I have no time
When I am stretched to the limit
Commitments
Piled
One on top of the other
The important less important things in my life
When I have no energy
No extra to give
No way of knowing if I'm making a mistake
I say no to give myself a break
Some space to breathe
Sometimes no
Is meant to protect
No you can't go
To that party
Spend time with that girl
Hang out with that guy
No I won't change my mind
Even though I have to be the bad guy
No is a declaration
That I care for you
I want only the best
I want no harm to come to you
No is a tool I use to strengthen you
No you can't quit
You must finish what you start
There is no better feeling
Than seeing you succeed
Those times I said
"No, you can do it on your own."
Even though I desperately wanted to help
No meant I trusted and believed in you
You can do more than you think you can
No one is more proud of you
I wish you to know
The power of no
When it comes to a girl
No really does mean no
When you are put in an awkward place
You don't have to say yes
Choose your no wisely
No I don't want to go
No I don't want another drink
No I have somewhere else to be
No I will not let you treat her that way
No you cannot cross that line
No I deserve better than that
Yes, no is a small little word
It can change your path
Give you time to breathe
No, opens up possibilities
To choose
The yes
That is right for you
Yes or no
I believe you will choose wisely
Even though no
Can be a hard word to say
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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There are long years to come ,and I know
I would never lick fresh sweetness
from the sugar of your lips
Nor will I taste the salty tears of last goodbyes
But my beloved...
there will never be a sunset without me thinking of you
I'll think of you with perpetual affection
As I stroll by the river,I seek your reflection
I touch you,I'd feel you through fragments of memories
Memories of better times
Of flowers and breeze,Vineyards and fields
I touch you in memories that will never leave
I see you,I see you with the eyes of a child born blind
beyond the perception of shade and light
I see you in the same way He sees his world, and lives each dream
With a crazy sensation of intense hues
above the spectrum of unrecognized blues
And I love you, but how do I love you
I love you with all that I was and all that I'll be
I love you with my silence and solitude
With my spirit's exhale,and all that is me
I love you with the depth of where my heart resides
Between what is real,faith,and where illusion abides
I love you not with my flesh and bone
But with a bleeding emotion that lives
in my infinite soul.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
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I remember living quietly inside these red brick walls,
a soul, wandering alone through those dark, empty halls,
this is the place where I used to rest my weary head,
now you, another poetic heart, are dreaming here instead.
I was just a poet, a soul like you, so do not be afraid,
this is where I once lived, and this is where I stayed,
I want to whisper my secrets to you, late after midnight,
just hear my faded words, and I will remain out of sight.
There was a lonesome time when I wrote poetry, too,
now I am here, to be your muse and inspire you,
100 years ago, I lived on the other side, only now,
I dwell just behind these red brick walls, somehow.
(A sequel to my poem, "These Red Brick Walls")
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
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Love Notes in a Bottle
It came as a last meandering thought
How could I know?
Maybe a thousand years from now
On a far away shore
Would exist a lady of mystical lore
Reciting sonnets of medieval tales
In magic forests, dreaming of love
As I love
Who could feel a bond so delicate as a doves feathers
A pain so strong, like a tiger wronged
That to part would mean emotional low tides to come
That she could feel the loneliness of night
The scent of the morning dew
The feeling of rain upon ones breast
The smell of the rose
The view of the meadows
The Laughter as the children danced
The plea of one whose heart bleeds
The desires to capture love and yet remain free
Her eyes would show her ageless beauty
Her smile would hide her thoughts
Wrapped deep
Inside of old love letters
She would sigh
As I recited old prose
We would hand in hand repose
Knowing growing old is how it goes
Alas she is but an image in my mind
A thousand years till birth
Or even more
A fantasy, that lets me die in peace
That someone could love as I loved thee
You were my past, and my eternity
Lovers who never took flight
Broken wings, and broken borders
Boundaries never crossed
Kisses though we never lost
On every wind swept shore
I wander with the birds scouting overhead
As wave upon wave of desolation slaps my head
A woman is over there by the sea
She but a stranger in the mist
So not at all is she thee
A thousand years from now
On wind swept shore
Will she be forlorn?
Weeping for the likes of me
Whispering inside, he was here but a thousand years ago
Love letters telling loves desires
Inside a bottle and buried in sand
Alas is the ocean not made of ancient tears
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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Just keep holding on
I know,
to you,
the world
doesn't feel right
I know,
you gave up,
you gave up the fight
I know,
to you,
the world is your enemy
I know,
you feel,
you feel like
you'll never be free
Chorus
So Just keep holding on
the nights almost over,
soon will come the dawn
Just keep holding on
relinquish all your sorrow
pray to make it to tomorrow
Just keep holding on
The future will get brighter
tomorrow you'll be one day wiser
Just keep holding on
The sun will always rise again
and you'll make an even better friend
So Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on
I know, how you feel,
like the world
is coming to an end
I know how you feel,
Like you
haven't got a friend
I know how you feel,
Like everything
goes so wrong
I know how you feel,
You don't feel
very strong
I know how you feel,
you feel like
you don't belong.
So just keep holding on
Just keep holding
Chorus
So Just keep holding on
the nights almost over,
soon will come the dawn
Just keep holding on
relinquish all your sorrow
pray to make it to tomorrow
Just keep holding on
The future will get brighter
tomorrow you'll be one day wiser
Just keep holding on
The sun will always rise again
and you'll make an even better friend
So Just keep holding on
Just keep holding on
John Derek Hamilton
January 28,2016
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The word
The idea
The wall that separates
Disguised in honorable robes
Preached to children
"Tolerance"
Am I to be tolerated?
Just because I am different
White, black, brown or yellow
Straight or gay
Christian
A Jew
Perhaps I am Muslim
I am painted with many brushes
A part of humanity's inconsistancies
When you tolerate
You hold yourself in high esteem
Above
Not beside
You grace me with your temporary favor
You disguise me with your perceptions
You make me a little less distasteful
For a moment
Perhaps a day
You feel proud for not looking away
I do not seek tolerance
Like you I wish to be valued
Included
Understood
To be seen in loving ways
Maybe not today
Perhaps tomorrow
Labels Will disappear with all our sorrow
For me I am you
I am the many and the few
Waiting for my turn
Will this be my day
To be heard and have a say
For me
Tolerance
Is
Intolerable
For PD's Contest
Hi Linda
I don't know if it's my best but it is my most recent.
I have had a strong response to it and I think it is
an important message. Your popularity would have
more people read it and that is a very good thing.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of bare bottoms, pelted slavery.
Upon entry to rule, the open stage of smoked mirrors began to reflect back upon the podium of lies. Taught by scholars from university books of political science. Fearful of leadership matching mirrored images, of false pretense, babbling rhetoric. The stirring masses of discontented, individualistic, thought of as dead - enders, trouble makers, and rebel rousers, rallied aimlessly.
With super hero, Captain Do Gooder, bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. Weary lost hope combatants mustered courage, and accepted destiny. To this point, someone shouted against the wind of change. Felt by all who sensed the importance.
"To death do us part of the purpose to which we, the united, stand for justice".
The chant began, as Captain Do Gooder was dragged away, and cuffed, once bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street.
Damn the torpedoes. Damn the torpedoes.
Captain Do Gooder, fallen, bruised ego matching skinned knees, lays helpless. Who will save them now.
Second glances from high rise penthouses. Serving champagne and caviar. Brought iron clenched hands once hidden, to draw the stage curtain down.
With Captain Do Gooder nowhere to be found. The voice that came from pain of pupil. Born within broken dreams of promised lands. Realized nothing was coming cheap on this occupation.
The dusty streets found Captain Do Gooder aimlessly stepping against the winds of change, down Wall Street. The well-intentioned, arrested and broken spirited, lost hope of recycling any salvage rights taken from them by Metro.
Was this the end of the well thought out, pushed down occupation.
Was this the beginning, of the underground faction. Where was senior generation X hiding. Only Captain Do Gooder and the well-intentioned, world stage occupiers, hold the key to that Pandora's box of hope.
The peoples across the oceans were already springing far ahead in their own, more brutal campaign. For they had no cushion on which they were raised to kneel against. Tyranny ran over them. A lesson yet not felt, or learnt, or taught, in the new world. No chance of city mayors issuing eviction notices. Bullets, tanks and bombs were of the order. Brought down the line, traced back to the ones our United Nations to this day, refuse to acknowledge.
While leaders there home internet shop, and pump out the lies. Everyone dies.
In the heart of the continent of center, where unto which as mankind sprang forth, for its first and ever conquest.
The lights kept dim, to obscure the violent cleansing. A facade to disguise once moreover, the brutal tyranny for which the greed of the elite, control the dimmer switch. Diamonds and oil fuel the fire of war and oppression, on this stage of greed and guilt. Too far away, and too many distractions upon center stage for one to see or care. Thought and looked upon by most as racially motivated. The origins of all mankind, to be left, far too far, behind. The true forsaken people. Why is man unkind.
So..........will Captain Do Gooder raise the bar to which drinks for the house, and all around, will quench the thirst felt by ninety nine percent of the people............mother knows best.
Yet, still, self-inflicted roadblocks of appointed destiny, drop kicked long days past. Faint light shining far ahead, within the tunnel of hell, brought up to land. Firm above the depths to which it sprang. The truth of world order.
Wait......what do we see......do our closed eyes deceive our cries........................................
We see Captain Do Gooder catching second wind.
She breathes deep now and all can hear her war cry, no longer whimpering softly. As in past tense situations, given way to dazed and confused wall street *****es.
She builds momentum, as our brothers and sisters lay dying and bleeding. On the streets of some not so distant for telling, of what's to be, will never not be coming full steam ahead and plowing through the hidden agenda. One step beyond the line drawn in the sand of time, we thought would never be crossed. Give way thoughtless future tellers, and takers. Still holding firm with paper cuts, deep into the hands who printed and prepared such slave papers, kept by the elite bankers.
Captain Do Gooder returns renewed and refreshed. Our true Mother.
Captain Do Gooder feels strong, as bruised knees and scraped hands heal.
Brush of destiny sweepstakes, allots winnings of earth shaking, volcano erupting, tsunami tidal waves, with bonus draws of worldwide chaos. Future draws are to be held with worldwide winners. Grand prize, dead oceans rising.
The next generation have no fear digest writes the next chapter.
Hold the press down firmly wall street backbiting backbenchers. Drawn into the crossfire, on her mark, place the x on the next general who dares not fall into civil disobedience.
Captain Do Gooder has grown teeth, and she is biting down hard against the line to pipe riches, spoiled from her lands. Stolen from the first pilgrimage, fifteen thousand years old, lost empire.
How dare you steal from, and pollute the minds of her children. Yet old enough to drink and drug and die in war. How dare all of us.
Meanwhile back at the ranch. Captain Do Gooder hugs tight that tree of life, to which sprang all this elbow rubbing and diversion. Wall street huddles in her corner, painted red to match the lengths to which an end will surely bring to it.
Painted red for all to see.
The end to friendly letter writing, give peace a chance, make love not war, generation taking a bow, and snow birding it, to false sense of security land. Like the ostrich with its head in the sand.
Copyright © Scott Howard Myers The Gypsy King | Year Posted 2013
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I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here
I can’t get back in control of my emotions
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy
I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help
Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013
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These red brick walls have stood for nearly 100 years,
they have seen and absorbed happiness and tears,
if these walls could talk, just imagine what they could say,
a lifetime of cherished memories have not faded away.
I wonder, if 100 years from now, will I still be around,
maybe a part of my secrets will be waiting to be found,
my written words are embedded in the room where I slept,
all of those midnight thoughts and dreams will be here kept.
The window that brought new inspirations into my soul,
and the closed door that opened to my heart's empty hole,
from the wooden boards of the floor and up to the ceiling,
these walls of red bricks hold secrets that need revealing.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
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Truth burns at the center of all occurrance,
it is a heat that motivates appettites to enlarge,
truth is a multiplier of quests,
satisfaction always arrives at the porch of a new path,
truth does not reveal endings, only beginings that behave
like currents pushing towards a shore,
truth demands stamina from the finder as well from the seeker,
it dashes in delight from the tired,
indolence receives no invitation from truth because laziness is a debtor,
a fish with no gills,
credit walks not from the bank steps of truth,
one must exchange, transact with it, as wanting is to worth,
Truth holds strength in one hand and suffering in the other,
He gives quarter and meal to surviving artificers who are organizing
their talents for future enterprise,
to the brigand and beggar He puts on a pewter plate
bland beans representing distance,
disillusionment preceeds the knowledge of utility because
new truth means fallacy is an ancestor,
an anthropologist is truth, observing your traits,
orbiting the ability of your judgement,
some of Truth's revelations are more expensive than others,
sometimes He will take your Past and grin like a haughty antique dealer,
truth will invest in your Future as a gambler revisits old glory
speaking fresh fortunes in cold ears,
He is an opportunist incessantly offering information for spirit,
without the ignorant truth becomes a vagabond in a vineyard of sweet rust,
the secret of truth is that it is ours
if we wish to be honest with ourselves,
truth is the inheritence of the strong who know how to make it,
oppossed to those waiting for it -
J.A.B.
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2012
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Better days
Is all good
To hope for
The better days
But is there
Actually better days
Without making today
The best
Oh better days
Can't be without
The best of today
Better days
Too many knees on the
Ground
Too many heads kissing
The floor
Too many hands
with ten fingers
Together straight up
Like a triangle
In deferent pulpits
Deferent temples
All to one just
Praying and hoping
To god
For only the
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be without
The best of today
Better days
Too many questions
I ask myself
Too many places I
Go
Like I see life's
As they live in darkness
While they keep
Hoping for the
Better Days
Some believe
The better days only
Exist After life
With their religion
While a kind
Like me live
the better days
Now with love
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today
Better days
What make a day
Better than another
How can we hope
For tomorrow
While we waste today
Away with our ignorance
Oh live every day with
Love and you will
Always have the best of
The day
With love
each day is better and
Better
Here you will always have
A
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today
Better days
Love yourself
As you love another
Love what you do
Do what you love
Believe in yourself
For you and your image
Is god
Their is no god but you
And all around you
Love nature respect
Humanity
Live not with greed
For your soul not
To be lost to vanity
On and on
Above all
Love life for
Life is love
Love is life
As you live with
This principles
You always live
Now as each
New day comes a
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today
Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2014
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It was on a cold night in Bethlehem that hope was born
A babe lay in a manger as angels sang joyfully
Above the nativity a star shone casting bright light
Guiding the paths of three wise men to welcome our Savior
As shepherds flocked toward the illuminated holy site
The warmth from within still touches the hearts of all mankind
In remembrance we pray for harmony among mankind
As we celebrate the first Christmas, optimism born
In the Mideast soldiers bow down, recalling this wondrous site
For just one night thoughts of war fade, hearts are filled joyfully
They lay down weapons, focusing on the birth of our Savior
As they huddle together, sharing good will by camp light
In many parts of the world, homes illuminated by light
Peace touches the hearts of those who seek blessings for mankind
Church bells ring, signaling the arrival of our Savior
Souls are touched as the restoration of joy is now born
Worshippers proceed to mass, sharing greetings joyfully
If only each day could be filled with such a loving site
How welcome to see the sun rise each day on such a site
Hearts abounding with humanity from our inner light
With angels in each of us sharing good will joyfully
If I live to see such days, I’ll have new hope for mankind
Trust and faith would emanate, celebrating a Child born
A Child, a Leader Who would give His life as a Savior
Cast aside the trappings, focus only on our Savior
Keep in mind this first Christmas, a blessed and holy site
How wonderful it would be to see new harmony born
Differences seem petty as we revel in God’s light
Join me in expectations for the future of mankind
Like the seraphs let us sing out in hymns so joyfully
Make our future one that finds families praying joyfully
No greater inspiration than the birth of our Savior
From a Blessed Mother’s womb sprang a babe to save mankind
Let us be wise men, finding cause to worship at this site
War and hatred cannot exist within God’s holy light
Acceptance of each man’s worth can in joyful hearts be born
Raise your hearts, revel joyfully in our Savior’s glory
In cheer mankind recalls the site of a manger at night
Where neath a star’s light was born a King, the Son of our Lord
* Sestina written for the "Joy to the World" contest.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
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Dazzling starlight smile
a reason for existence replays
Exploding breathless within the mind
I am just following the heart
Holding inside a vision
One rose warm flickering candle
Time alone dreams walking along beaches
looking across oceans
Silent kiss dew of the night lost at sea
Listening to waves crash as the seagulls cry
to feel the wind through our hair
capturing currents deeply move
Wishing to share a good movie scene
especially if the story line's gripping
Enriched with beauty and gentle tranquility
when two souls completely unite hotly
Like a never ending fire through the night
Sparks will ignite a fireworks of loving grace
A life with love filled hope
Holding hands burning inside chambers warm joy
To melt freely into arms holding deep beauty shines
Hold me tightly in your loving strong embrace
never let us part ways ever
Each passing moon you become a superstar gleam
A world becomes nothing
if our dreams whisper away slowly
As this ocean inside deeply crawls
looking up with the head inside clouds
Destiny howls awaiting fates taste
sealed with the forever lingering kiss
Mystically enchanting a princess enters
through chambers gate a warm welcoming guest
As passion pervades into the moonlit night
darkness tastes from the light
Sparkling one golden sunbeam
a key turns with you
Growing stronger every waking day
The future is so brightly lit
an adventure opens scroll
Unwinding steps forward precious
There will be more moments like this
from the treasure chest of life
Priceless jewel illuminates
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
A Collaborated Poem 26.10.2015
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
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The murmur of winds urges me
to ride past new moon’s seasons …
it’s not joy I shall feed on; no, perhaps
a more raw wildfire: a glaze bursting in the dark
or morn of life as is; this craving to sow my girlish
harvest with a nectar of mindful knowing, of aging;
sweet-sour yet somewhat delectable...
Then to gather new seeds, wait for grass and toil
in fireglow over hills and oceans, clutching all
the passion that shall hold me together.
Any poem, you wrote this year 2016 Contest
Sponsored by SKAT....posted 1/26/2016
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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Time’s ticking for whooping cranes,
wild buffalo and prairie dogs.
For their losses outweigh their gains,
displaced by cattle, sheep, and hogs.
The elephant and the blue whale,
may share the fate of the dodo.
For both their lives are endangered,
like the dragons of Komodo.
Alligator and crocodile,
tread the fringes of extinction.
And the California condor’s
future hangs on its distinction.
Baby seals are slaughtered for fur,
and otters for the fish they eat.
Lions and tigers entertain us,
and are routinely starved and beat.
In sanitized utopias,
we plant the occasional tree.
Yet, in our plastic paradise,
there's few animals left to see.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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In the Dark Night Sky
In the Dark Night Sky, a “Pale Moon” now arises suddenly,
With clouds of ice sparkling in a frozen-cold ring around it;
While your bright, rosy-cheeked face appears as a paste-like
Image of a grinning and laughing White Dwarf so happy!
A Million-Times-Brighter-Hell-Hot Supernova emerges now,
With a colossal colored-array of jewels firmly fixed upon the
Trajectory of a brilliant star trailing and exploding its waves,
As it shakes its cosmic dust on all of your light-filled dreams!
Divinity travels through my veins like warm blood free-flowing;
And as one radiant supercharged beauty kisses God’s very face,
She finds His divine and infinite picture—His view of our Cosmos,
Where the souls of Mankind seek the final spirit of their being!
Wild Moon Dogs howl joyous echoes bouncing into an infinity,
As they choose to dance to an ancient song of peace and love.
This is the final message of the pale moon’s image cresting now
Lonely across the Dark Night Sky as it reflects God’s Starlight!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 17, 2015
(Unrhymed Quatrain)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
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Fervent wish within your eyes speaking with realistic
Optimism, visible for hope for the future
Reflecting exquisite dream-fullness of mystic nights in your eyes
Ethereal, you are in this perfect world of ours
Volcanic and miraculous things happen with a touch of
Euphoria as we feast with whirling ecstasy in our souls that fights for ever
Refreshing, in such a delicate way that it seems too perfect
I imagine your eyes speaking to me as we venture through
Newfound impulsive existence welcoming universe
Your questions always answered, like the waves coming in from the
Ocean, as we sit embracing on each other’s warmth, watching time pass
Under a roof of celestial stars, until each dawn waxes and wanes
Rapidly breathing deep into the golden sand of our sandcastle
Envisioning our life together, willingly, and joyfully blooming spirit
Youth in a blink, as high in the branches rendering to fields of beauty
Extending to the golden illuminating rays of sunlight
Safe, spacious, life binding with God’s sight
7/13/2016
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
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It’s a wonderful feeling as you gladly air your sweet melody
The canticle of your ebbs is heard from your sweet glee
Children shriek with laughter as they feast in haste
Adults lay down to feel your scent and enjoy the rest.
The blue sky is the reflection of your innate beauty
The Mighty Creator had laid you down there for everybody
Your smiles spark in different hue of blue and green
But at snap of fingers, your splendor has been stolen
The clear blue sky draws its huge curtain on your sight
As the spilled oil tinges and oozes its ominous color of the night
The sun sets in the middle of the day, does he go and ask for help?
Scream is heard when you’re left alone in yelp
The dawn has to come; yet, you’re still down there and helpless
But waves rise up collecting your strength which scattered into pieces
Your calmness echoes in hope as you keep yourself in prayer
That someone will take you out from an odious nightmare
Soon you’ve a glimpse of light from afar, just out there
The sun’s vigilant call lighting up the hearts of every scavenger
Shining brightly once more as they work on amelioration in short range
You realize that sadness and pains are transient in this world of change
The sun finally opens the curtain for a clearer and brighter sky
The scavengers work hand-in-hand, in starvation they’re afraid to die
Waves move towards the shore shaking their ears like cute puppies
Taking care of sea creatures and throwing all unwanted wastes.
The Mighty Creator is so good, He always let the sun shines again,
Through prayers and strong faith, hope will be strengthen
And when humans, the stewards work with nature in perfect harmony
A brighter tomorrow comes in His Divine Mercy.
April 26, 2013
Second Place
Contest: Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
Judged: 4/29/2013
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013
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pages to a story like dreams to a night
while consciousness starts to dim unconsciousness remains bright
like words to a book that composes a plots design
thoughts create a vision to which a dream refines
when eyelids act as mirrors and not protective shields
they reflect the visions that lucid dreams reveal
when the mind remains alert, its creativity waves
but during the state of slumber imagination reigns
as logic takes a back seat, while consciousness remains asleep
the mind displays a movie the memory fails to fully keep
but sometimes a vision is more than just a dream
like the patches of the past un-stitched at the seams
suffocating senses with the rush of emotions so fast
like getting in a time machine and travelling to the past
the body remains still at the time speed barrier
as the mind excellerates forward using thoughts as the carrier
the faster forward into the past, the slower the future becomes
as time travel is only possible in the mind away from the universe's hum
the past it jumps to a vision of times unknown
as the heart reveals to the mind how it wants the future to be shown
like molecules of a comet frozen in space halted by the speed of time
thoughts race forward to find the visions there in the future's mind
like a drawing made with a pencil, the mind details the future in shades of gray
but the road that appears before is a path with a colorful display
as the mind races forward the body remains untravelling
with every vision seen the future continues unravelling
the end of this road is close as the vision reveals a clearing
yet the path to a new road begins and the end of this one is nearing
now the grays fill in with colors as the dawn of reality resumes its essence
the role of logic takes control while consciouness unites the present
like the sun brings light to the face of a new dawn
in the mind inspiration for the future has spawned
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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Thirsty
I could tell right away he was up ta sum thin.
I could see it in doze beady eyes!
His wordz were smooth in a snake like sorta way,
my pappy says heze city smooth.
He don't look like nobody round here,
he wears dat fancy tree pieze suit
wit dat gold watch in da pocket.
He pulz it out and swings it on its gold chain,
I tink he hipnotize folk...
Dat first day he come,
he come in dat big caddy.
Oh she a beauty,
cherry red a glistenin in da sun.
All dat dare Chrome reflectin back our dirt.
Boy dat fella knew how ta make an entrance,
he look like sum movie star outa da magazine.
Folks round here were impressed,
if I tell da truth I don't blame dem.
Deeze ain't sophisticated folk,
dey are shake yo hand keep yo promise folk.
Boy dis fellow like ta shake doze hands,
yad tink he was da President!
When he smiled da ladies all near passed out,
but I tink it were da fellas dat mostly swooned.
all intoxicated by iz big wordz,
mind ya all da rounz he bought added to da mood.
He sayed da railway is a comin,
just tirty milze down da road.
Wit it, a factory an all kindz a jobz!
Now jobz in a place like dis,
dat is music ta da earz,
prosperity in da land a dirt.
Now folks here is poor,
mosta demz just got dare farms.
Da farmz ain't done good fer near on five years,
wit da drought come da thirst
Dis fancy fella pour da water in fronta da eyes,
oh dat water sure look good!
He got land on which ta build,
but da people is poor.
"No problem" he says
"I'll give you mortgages on your farms."
"I can start building your new homes right away."
Next time he bring da banker,
da people line up ta sign da paper.
2 hundrid in all.
Now dat a lot,
cause dare only 201 farmz.
Me and pappy we da only ones dat hold out.
Not da we rich,
we tirsty too.
We just don't like owing folks,
so we watch an see.
Doze houses go up fast fancy an new
Da women folk can hardly wait ta be movin.
No more dusty roads,
all nice asphalt streets
But sum dreamz ain't meant ta be!
Therze a big hole were the factory spose ta be
and we ain't seen any tracks been laid.
Den Da bank start ta want dem mortgage payments.
One by one da bank start ta take da farmz.
All da good people load wat little dae got
in da back of dere trucks and move away...
All dats left is me an pappy.
The fancy man he come ta see me,
offerin me a whole lotta money for dis here land.
I had sumtin special planned for him out in da barn.
I hung him like da watch hangin from his gold chain!
I kept da watch as a souvenir,
ya never know when ya might want ta hypnotize sum one
Pappy and me,
we buried city smooth in his cherry caddy.
Strange ting nobody come lookin for him.
Mindya da bankers came an offerd a whole lotta money.
It seems we were all sittin on black gold.
Now pappy and me we made a deal,
we wanted all dem dare houses tirty miles yonder.
Also dat factory built an dat dare railway right troo da centre a town.
Dem nice bankers agreed an da deal was done.
I dint shake dare hands,
I thought it best ta rely on paper!
"In the news today two hundred families move to new homes just thirty miles outside of Rainsville. A multimillionaire formerly from Rainsville has offered the families free homes and a job at his shirt factory. The factory is expected to start operations in three weeks time."
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
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