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Love in the Silence of the Soul

As a young boy
Sitting in a pew
The winter darkness pressing down
Candlelight waves from hidden drafts
Shadows danced on the walls

I heard the words destined to me
“Be still . . . know that I am God”
So I listen  . . . eyes open
“The Passion of Christ”
I was gone . . . 

I saw eyes . . . 
Judas under the olive trees - Gethsemane
His eyes  . . . cold, darting  . . . filled with manic evil
Torchlights hissing  . . . turning eyes yellow
Then a kiss and chaos erupts
I closed my eyes  . . . suddenly afraid

Now I see a set of eyes  . . . filled with burning hate
A High Priest screaming . . .    B-L-A-S-S-P-H-E-M-Y ! ! ! ! !
All around ugly eyes staring with dripping contempt
Old men spitting with bared rotting teeth
Then I noticed . . . and . . . 
And my heart ached . . . 
Jesus . . . standing quietly with closed eyes

Then we were off to Roman authority -- Pontius Pilate
I saw his slanted eyes . . . squinting as if too much sunlight
Loud voices yelling outside . . .  “Crucify him!”
In my heart, I cursed these people – but his eyes
His eyes were dark, soft – forgiving
A hand washing and we are walking . . . 

To a hillside, a place called Golgotha – the skull
Empty eye sockets . . . a place of death
The eyes of soldiers hard, focused  . . . 
Spikes, woods – his sad eyes burning my heart
Closing my eyes, I heard a sharp gasp . . . soldiers yelling

As I opened my eyes – I was looking out with his eyes
We were seeing the same things
Angry faces with eyes of burning ashes
Taunting and jeering – a wave of hysteria hitting us
I heard and felt a deep groan 
Fear gripping me – I knew instantly we needed to go

Men, women, soldiers, slaves, leaders, teachers 
Eyes filled with blood lust
Evil, hatred . . . . I can’t breath
Death coming with the darkness
Jesus!        Can’t you see . . . 
Then I heard him whisper
 “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.”

My heart sank realizing with horror
Jesus is staying . . . dying
I felt his purposeful breathing
Muscles, bones, joints aching with a searing pain
My eyes filled with tears

I saw another set of bloodshot eyes
A voice next to me yelling
“If you’re the Christ, get down from the cross
And take me too!  Let’s go!”
NO, NO!!!  . . . What is he saying
Those are my words – I am sick
My stomach seizes  . . . guilt fills me
I close my eyes

Another voice – on our right speaks
“Lord, remember me . . . “
Jesus painfully turns, twisting his body . . . looking . . . 
He sees blue eyes – my eyes
I am hanging next to Jesus
“Today you will be with me in Paradise”

We were one – together . . . one body
Now separate crosses . . . I feel crushed by loneliness
But his words . . . “Paradise” . . . “today”
He loves me – I see him looking at me
His eyes illuminating my soul . . . it hurts
I tried crying out – I love you . . . 
But only a sob squeaks out

Gravity pulling down pulling down
Eyes straining against the pain
Joints and ribs stretching . . .  popping
Chest heaving for each breath
Body convulsing against wood
Head back . . . eyes wide open . . . he screams
“My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?”

No one answers . . . surprised eyes
In my tears I felt the agony of the cross
The bleakness . . .  hell
Dead eyes

Back in the pew
I heard the preacher 
“He died for you”
What . . . why . . . no . . . 
No, I don’t want you dead


Hey, wait for me – slow down
Running hard, breathing deeply
I stuck my head in empty tomb – hum??? . . . . 
I sat quietly next to Mary Magdalene . . . wondering
The gardener spoke – “Mary”
But he was looking at me – bright eyes
He said . . . “David”
“David, I love you”

Yes!!  Woo Hoo . . . 
Look at me . . . I am dancing
With shinning eyes 
“I love you too”
“I love you”
“Lord Jesus”
“I do”

David Meade

Love Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2015

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If I Were The One For Nicola

If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass vacationing her muse

We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine
Where we could sit and share a laugh or two
By candlelight we'd toast with French champagne
Pretend that we were on our honeymoon

But how could I convince her I'm the one
To make all of her fantasies come true
She knows there's more to life than having fun
In Paris hearts get easily confused

I'd get down on one knee under the stars
Give her the paper ring off my cigar

   an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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When the Flowers of Youth Fell

When the Flowers of Youth Fell

Winter stayed late that year
courting Spring with a fury.
Beautiful gifts of snow
and dazzling ice, he gave her.
It was during such courtship
I found myself lost -- adrift
in a place that once was ....
decades from this century.

Where mud and blood held hands
beneath duty and honour
and kindred flowers fell
to sounds of bugle and drum.

Smoke arose through Spring's tears.
Images of Blue and Grey
pilfered my breath as cannons 
rained thunder upon the brave.

How was this happening?
This was not where I belonged!
My time was not this place
and I wanted to go home.
Where Winter courted Spring
and snowmen fell -- not flowers --
upon the muddy ground
as snow reigned upon the brave.

The smell of gun powder
danced about my head and nose
like spirits for the faint --
arousing life ... far from home. 
"Get down! Get down! Get down!"
The half-crazed voice plunged me 
into the mud and blood
and I lay frozen in fear
beneath his weight ... and the cold. 
So cold, no hearts were beating, 
no breaths were being drawn, 
just the smell of sweat and blood.
The smell of rain and death.

Clutched tightly in his pale fist 
a tattered blood-stained note
bore the words, "Please ... for
mama ...."      
I tried but could not scream. 
And, I felt daylight passing ....

As shadows took the brave,
Winter's folly tamed sweet Spring
with final coats of snow ....
and snowmen fell -- not flowers. 

©deborah burch

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2013

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Love In The Trenches

Now this is my definition of love It's much like wrestling in the mud You get down and dirty And say things quite flirty Then it all comes together with a thud You scream out bloody murder together Promise your undying love forever Roll over and whisper The name of her sister Then you realize that wasn't too clever She pummels your head without any mercy You attempt to defend 'gainst her fury You start to see rainbows And a bunch of pretty halos A ferocious little dynamo this girlie Well eventually you recover your senses And are able to put up some defences You plant a big smacker On this sweet li'l attacker Then it's back to love in the trenches © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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A smell permeates through the house I’m convinced it must be house mouse I hunt high and then I hunt low But the source of the smell it won’t show I get down on my hands and my knees The dirt and the dust make me sneeze The pungent smell makes me feel sick Burn scented candles right down to the wick Now I have a sad look on my face The origin of the smell I can’t trace Get some cheese and lay it on a trap Wait for the jaws of the trap to go snap But the cheese remains where its put The jaws of the trap don’t snap shut Found hidden in the huge laundry box An old pair of my son’s cheesy socks! Smelly socks are confined to the bin Now I can say to my guests 'please come in'! 13th January 2015 Fictional write for Humor Contest!!! Sponsor Carol Eastman ~awarded 1st place~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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A Magic Adventure Of Peter The Pan

A Magic Adventure of Peter The Pan/AKA Peta The Fwying Pan

Peter was a fine young pan with blue eyes
Like all the other pans his age, except,
Peter could not yet pronounce 'R's'--he tried...
And 'L's' hard he tried. He even wept.

School had been especially hard today
Peter had been poked, teased, and made fun of
More this day than any other school day...
And the ride home took so long on the bus.

When he came through the door, his mama knew
"Why the long face? Are you hurt? Are you sick?"
"No ma'am," said Peter, "Just tiwad fwom schoow".
"Some cookies and milk may just be the trick!"

Mama said, as Peter sat down to eat.
By now, everyone was gathered around
To hear of his day--and sneak a treat.
So he told them his story...and they frowned.

"How can someone be so cruel! Makes no sense!
You are the smartest and brightest of pans!"
Said Debbie Dishwasher-- then cycle rinsed.
The rest agreed and came up with a plan.

"Okay! It's agreed!" said Bob the blender.
"You need magic!--THAT--we can render!

Charles Chalice and Gail Goblet--my dear
Bring what you have, for this magic milk shake.
Michael Magic go get us some beer
And also get Peter a great big steak!"

Then everyone sang together with cheer:
"A parr-ty! A parr-ty! It's a parr-ty!
We are all...having...a magic--parr-ty!"

Everyone was busy, hust'ling around.
Tams the Golden Toaster was making toast.
Tex Texas Tea Pot hummed a whist'ling sound.
David Dish and Sara Spoon danced the most,
Except for Marlon Mop--he could 'get down'!

Carol Crock Pot was fixing up the Soup.
Russell Rolling Pin had rolled out a crust
For a magic pie with love from the coop.
Joann Juicer made fresh smoothies--a must!
Suddenly...a sound was heard on the stoop...

"Who could that be? It's nearly midnight!"
Said Cyndi Chandlier all bright with light.
Christopher Cutting-board called, "I'll go see!"
Vienna Vaccume said, "Not without me!"

"Wait!" Debbie Dishwasher cried from the sink.
"Let's look at more options. We need to think.
It could be someone in need of a meal...
Or, it's a burglar--come here to steal!"

"Everyone else! Quickly! Hide inside me
Until we find out who that sound might be!"

deborah burch©

*****end part I...conclusion in part II

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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Things I Have Learned

Don’t take a walk after a large glass of tea

If someone says, “sure take as many as you want” 
They probably don’t mean it

Darling you are sooo sweet I could never get angry with you,,,okay this one is self 

One size fits all-ohh puleeese

Help yourself to anything in the kitchen,,I really thought I meant it

Going 65 through a curve marked for 45 is just stupid, but exciting

Feelings are fickle

When in doubt, a sincere look and slow shake of the head seems intelligent

 It will only take a minute,,,,yeah well Im countin by the long hand not the short one

If you climb that high are you sure you can get down, sure on the way
Up is different then sure at the top

Being really cold and getting into a hot shower and feeling
The warm water melt through you is better than sex,,,,okay its been a long time

The second time around is better

It will only hurt for a minute, then let me pinch you until it stops

Make up covers a world of hurt, but then it goes in the cracks and your
Face looks like a drought hit it

Friends that will laugh with you, cry with you, and never give up on you are

Wisdom comes from practice not from age

A good mood is a choice, okay most of the time

A snack to a teenager can be the roast you cooked for dinner

When you fuss at your kid then sit down and find no 
Toilet paper,,,,there’s a problem

Copyright © Laurie Ginn | Year Posted 2009

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Why is it poetry, is a like dirty word and talked of in undertones?
It’s like a naughty postcard, more flesh than there are bones.
Poets tend to deny their art, “I’m not a poet, I’m a rhym-er”
Come on you lot get stuck in don’t be a poetry two-timer.

After a glass of alcohol some may admit-“I like a little verse”
“But no I m not into poetry…” It’s like a speech they did rehearse.
Now poems I’m getting good at, but famous poets I don’t know any
Don’t ask me if I’m a poet, because in wages I don’t earn a penny.

Now rhyme I am not bad at, but at free verse I would stink
As for haiku, senryu, and other forms, I stink I really think…
I listened to some so called poets; decry their art the other day
They denied their art while they listened, to what each other had to say.

Standing there with their poems held high, “I’m not a poet” they all said
Well get down from the microphone and let’s hear a poet instead…
They pass their poems around the table, like some black market currency
Not wanting anyone to see it, but they are at a reading for poetry.

So be loud and proud you poets stand firm for what you believe in
Tell them you are a poet, and just get used to all the teasing
I used to be a shy poet and I write verse with some frivolity
But the definition in my dictionary says “words with a pleasing quality.”

So now I am open to judgement from all of you wonderful poets
You have all commented on my work, but do you really know it?
You all have qualities that scare me, you really seem so clever
So can I finally admit to being a poet, from now on  and forever?	
~GG~ 27/09/2012

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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Quote:  Every day is a page to write a new story.

DAILY DEWDROPS Freshly fallen snow, no print left yet. An empty box, with no pretty bow. I get down on my knees, to write a prayer - a wistful prayer of bittersweet. My finger shivers in the breeze. I cursively draw, on this wall of white. As snowflakes fall from eyelashes, I bawl. A white bunny’s hop halts, little twitching eyes read my poetic plight. Dripping from my index pen, a blizzard of tears - erases all of my faults. Tomorrow, I will start anew, writing my escapades on a pristine white carpet - perhaps many words, perhaps a few. And what might each day bring? A quilting upon white cotton… An epic on framed canvas… My emoticons might vary, but dutifully I sing!
12/12/2016 Nayda’s Quote Response Contest

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016

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Before and After

Bust to the extreme 
And collide with your foes 
Be ruthless and heartless
When smash on them hoes 
Leave no stone unturned 
When your searching for a "snatch"
Always be ready 
To smash that *** 
Cause they sneaky as **** 
Waiting patiently for you to slip 
Or get down on your luck 
Then you looked surprised 
When your *** gets stuck
Like how could this happen 
How could this be 
They said they would have my back
Always and tomorrow
Are two in the same 
Cause when you wake up tomorrow 
Its today 
And always is cool 
Till it comes time for change 
And that's all I'm gonna say 
You seek fortune 
And you seek fame 
Then your a prime target
For them bogus lames 
And trifling dames 
That try to get at you in the beginning
So they can snatch your change 
When you do make a name 
Its all the same 
Every mother****ing day 
But u *****es ain't slick 
Cause you all look fake 
Like a ***** with teary eyes 
You know she got raped 
And took against her will 
Just cause some ***** *** punk 
Needed a thrill 
Well meet your maker 
I got a deal 
Cause sent down in my presence 
And your soul will get drilled 
Chilled and chopped up 
And diced up into a meal 
For the dogs to eat
Now am I keeping it real 
Or just real ill 
My fates already been sealed 
You silly bastard 
I'm on the chopping block 
And all you hear is my laughter 
Before and after 
The rapture

Copyright © Justin Waddle | Year Posted 2013

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Life's Seven Seas

The sails are raised upon the ship "Unknown,"
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.
I look upon such things as I am shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.

I now am sailing with a gentle breeze-
to learn of what I can until I'm grown;
so I can handle life with greater ease.
The sails are raised upon the ship Uknown."

There's waves I find in life that have been blown,
upon my ship by other ones decrees.
My skills at sailing these rough waves have grown-
to travel slowly on life's seven seas.

The shores I look upon are laced with trees,
their colors looking like they have been sewn
by angels with embroidery degrees.
I look upon such things that I am shown.

The work I do sometimes I will bemoan,
but with it I have gained such victories!
I seek a light that never has been shown,
in hopes to solve life's little mysteries.

Sometimes these oceans seem like they will freeze,
still other nights it seems I sail alone.
It's then I get down on my hands and knees,
To pray to God because He's on the throne.
The sails are raised.

Copyright © Charles Reese | Year Posted 2007

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Late night comedy show jokes

i am made up
in equal parts of what i believe 
in equal parts, i believe in 
what i am made up of.

you break me down and you've got

it makes no difference to
what happens when I take my pants 
but somewhere along the line I 
became a 
**** a whore a promiscuous little girl 
with no rules and regulations about 
sticks their dick inside me until I'm 
infected with everything wrong in the 

they sell you protection in the form of 
condom boxes,
tied up in ribbons that say things 
happy anniversary happy birthday 
happy Thursday happy **** me 
happy little ***** at the bar i can get 
my hands onto.

sex education is 
vacant and expressionless and 
i fell victim to 
don't get pregnant don't get pregnant 
oh **** what the **** is happening to 
my insides and my outsides and 
please dear god let the burning stop.

this isn't some blame game,
this isn't some speech,
this is a plea and a please stop 
satirizing my life 
with your late night comedy show 
jokes about my ******. 

my herpes 
not yours 
not my next door neighbors 
not the pharmacists 
not the doctors
not yours.

So get down off your high horse and
try to figure out how
will avoid an infection that affects
80% of the population and why
we are all so damn afraid of it. 

Herpes isn't hereditary but ignorance 

Copyright © Living Faith | Year Posted 2014

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A Valentine Party --Free Love

Invitation to a Valentine Bash

(Direction to the Venue)

I live on the Heartland Estate
across from the Elysian Fields,
At the corner of Lovers Lane
and Pure Passion Boulevard
in the town of Romeoville.

If you are taking a midnight train
Get down at the Juliet Junction;
Catch a bus to the Break-heart pass
and get off at the Harem Heights stop.
You'll reach my Pleasure Palace
before the break of day.

Flying of course is not advised
as it is impossible to dodge Cupid's arrows!
But if you are planning to drive,
Take the highway to Elysium.
You might have to stay
overnight at the Erotica Inn,
famous for sensual simulator kiosks.
After some luscious nibbling
at the Casanova Cafe,
You'll arrive before lunch
at my enchanting Chateau.

Bring your lust luggage,
Loads of love potion
and lots of charm.
Running amuck is strictly prohibited.
There will be plenty of time
to cuddle and coo
at the Pleasure Point hill,
Loll in a pool of honey and wine
and soak in the sensual glow
of a bohemian moon.

RSVP: A week shy of Valentine's Day
Or, please call 666-PASSION.

for Mystic Rose contest

Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2017

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The Stone Unturned

There are three little words on tiny stones strewn along the floor
of a never-ending stream which runs through a misty moor.
A marvelous moor of uncertainty where mysteriously all are led
to cross a flowing water all humanity must tread.

Those three little words like pebbles thrown by children just for sport
randomly and carelessly bear no great import.
Flung into streams, they become the water’s bed.
They represent what everyone to someone else has surely said.

As you cross the water, you’ll feel those rocks underfoot.
Inconsequential to your journey, they’ll stay where they were put.
But some are blessed who as they wade across that little river
Catch a gleam from beneath the stream such that sends a shiver.

Something glistening through the ripples impelling them to freeze,
to search among the other stones, to get down on their knees.
And as they stoop with hands outstretched, they strain to catch the ray
which from the depths of murkiness shines to show the way.

Their fingers reach through icy cold, the other stones ignored
until they grasp that precious one to be their best reward!
They bring it from the water; its light fills up the sky.
Its color irridescent; they laugh until they cry.

They look for the “I love you” which on ordinary stones is inscribed.
but instead of the three little words is a feeling that can’t be described.
They find themselves transported onto another plane,
alone with their own beloved away from all the mundane.

Perhaps to fields of gold. Some to glens of green.
But each who is transported finds happiness serene.
Love that lasts a lifetime: unselfish, truthful and kind,
which strives to rekindle passion and fun while expanding the mind.

This is the love most sacred while in the stream we walk
treading upon the pebbles that only know how to talk.
We must walk on continuously with that one stone to seek
because it gives the soul much more than just three words can speak.

Jan. 17, 2017 For Jamie Pan's contest: How Long can a poetry go 

Writer's Statement: This is an extended metaphor poem which should be very obvious to the reader. We hear the words “I love you” said by many people throughout our lives and we hear it being tossed about like pebbles also in movies and tv shows. I think all of us are searching for the “real thing.” Therefore, we should try to ignore people whose “I love you” is often falsely said. They are the common stones. In verse four, I describe what it feels like to come across true love, or at least the illusion of it. We stop and notice its brightness because it outshines the others. In verse three, I mentioned “SOME are blessed” to find this stone. Many may think they have found it, but I believe very few actually find it.  In verses five to seven I use adjectives and phrases to describe its great beauty because true love is the most valuable thing I think we can find in life. I conclude in verse eight with a summary, explaining that it is important to find the stone most valuable because it gives so much to the soul. We should ignore false love and tread on it like we would on common pebbles which only speak of love but which do not prolong passion and fun in one’s life or expand the mind. The title is "The Stone Unturned" because with 50% divorce rate and many other couples in unhappy living arrangements, I believe most do not find everlasting happy love. They have left that stone unturned. 

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Sept 11,the day the world stood still

It was a day like every other day, sunny and warm they said
New Yorkers smiling and happy, looking for their daily bread
Taxis were darting here and there, planes flying everywhere
Children were going to school, parents laying down the rule.

Plans were made for later that day,
Meet you at 7, no, make it 8. I'll do my best not to be late.
Don't worry baby, I don't mind at all, Just please, remember to call.

Who could have known that waking up that day,
that things would happen in an unusual way.
To change forever, the way we think and feel
The events we saw, yes, they were real.

No way to deny it, it was on the news,
With our own two eyes, there were hundreds of views.
over and over we watched, hard to believe,
what we just witnessed, what did it all mean?

What an unusual sight, that plane in flight,
just before the ninth hour, when it hit the tower,
How terrible we thought, answers we all sought
Like, why did that happen, how could it be?

That a plane hits a skyscraper, in plain sight,
In broad daylight, not the dark of night.
Was it pilot error? How could that be?
The tower was right there, for him and all to see!

That moment was special, that moment in time,
when the whole world was watching, yes, stopped on a dime.
We saw the flames burning, our hearts they burned too,
would there be any survivors?... Who knew?

Calls were made, to say I love you,
Life's been good until now, it's been good loving you.
Say goodbye to the kids for me, tell them be strong,
Tell them daddy loves them...goodbye, so long.

We saw a man falling, from way up above,
Who was that man? Did he not feel loved?
or was he just desperate, to escape the heat?
We all watched in horror, as he fell to the street.

So many were dying, it was too hard to bear,
Many just couldn't get down the stairs.
Some just stayed put, thinking help will come,
What they didn't know was, the damage was done.

The bravest ones, I saw that day, firefighters, on the way,
into the fire they would run, climbing higher and higher,
To save others lives...from that raging fire.
They did not know then, it was a tragic mistake,
All they knew was...lives were at stake.

Many escaped from the tower, running for their lives,
we saw them running with terror in their eyes.
So many people were running just like the others,
They were their fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers.

...And then suddenly another plane appeared!
Was it coincidence, orjust something weird?

When it hit the second tower, at that very hour,
it became crystal clear, that it was just as we feared,
It was not a mistake, someone asleep at the wheel,
It was an attack! that one and all, we would feel.

From that day forward, everything would change,
The world was unrecognizable, suddenly so strange.
Innocence was lost, and war came at great cost,
We learned that terror, was more than just a word,
It was what we all saw, felt, and heard.

So now here we are, so many years later,
Is your pain, grief and fear, lesser, or greater?

Only God can help us now, with all of our fears,
It is he, who promises, to wipe away our tears.
And pain, death, and all of our sorrow,
Will all be gone, in what will seem like tomorrow.

Yes, God will surely help us, I know he will.
But, still it's hard to forget, Sept 11

The day the world stood still.

John Derek Hamilton   
December 20,2012 
Final revision October 13,2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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another glorious attack

i write slam better than anyone around
i leave you screaming without the sound
no-one can handle my lyrical style
i outstrip you all by a country mile
spitting these words without restraint
with your blood the walls i'll paint
your head falls off when you read my words
more taboo than the bees and the birds

if only this site would let me swear
you'd be picking chunks of vomit right out your hair
because i'm sicker than a dirty joke
make no mistake i'm not an ordinary bloke
got a mind that can think in several dimensions
i knock you down if you have pretentions

don't even try and take me on you can't win
i'll send your poems to the bargain bin
my intellect and wit outshines all
i can build you up and i can make you fall
black and blue from verbal attacks
look theres a rock quick get back....
under it
if not i'll sunder it
i'll kick you to the curb
with a noun and a heavy adverb

i could go on and on and on
but i really feel like i am done
i embarass all who assail me
if you dont like it. tough. you cant jail me
my sparkling put downs will never fail me
so if you feel brave try and comeback at me
i'll make you get down on both knees
a slap in your face
you are a complete disgrace

Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2010

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Walking the Streets of Dayton

Walking the streets of  Dayton
Warning my city of the Lord’s soon arrival
Explaining the Mark of the Beast
And tribulation survival
What’s it gonna take to escape the things coming upon this earth?
I’ve been hearing stories about this time coming since my birth
All ears are peeled
Curiosity is peeked
The citizens of my city don’t want to be deceived
They don’t know who the Antichrist is 
But they sure don’t like the President
Whenever his name is mentioned a sour look comes upon their faces
No matter who I speak with…
The Veterans, the widows, the elderly…
They’re flaming mad and speak of rights and guns

This is my cause
This is my city
Their blood is on my hands
I must do what I am called to do
I must walk the streets of my city
Everyone must do their part to pave the way for the Messiah
Everyone must tell the masses what will happen if they are left behind
Don’t keep the truth from them
Let them have the raw facts
The U.N. troops are already here and they have their survival packs
The world leaders have their bomb shelters
And the little people have Jesus
Spread the gospel and love my city so they may escape all this
Destruction is coming, Dayton! Get your hearts right with the Messiah!
He is the only hope we have for tomorrow
He is on the other side of the sun rise
Repent and live holy
Surrender your will to the King
Get down upon your knees my neighbors
Make him your everything
What’s the Antichrist gonna promise you?
A drink of fresh water? Temporary shelter? 
He only cares about killing off the human race quickly
And putting us all ten feet under
Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ
Be as wise as the Serpent and escape all these things!

Gwendolen Rix

Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

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If I Could Only Have Tomorrow

If I Could Only Have Tomorrow

I've loved you for so long now
I've loved you from afar.
Nights I've prayed to have you.
I've even wished upon a star.

Nothing's gotten me closer
like I hoped to be to you.
I could dream forever
and not see one dream come true.

And so I come before you
and I get down on one knee.
And ask if there might be a way
you'd do one thing for me.

One day to last my lifetime
an ending to my sorrow.
Let me be with you tonight
and let me have tomorrow.

Let me look into your eyes
as the sun begins to shine.
Let me if for a moment
just pretend your mine.

It's not about the love we'll make
or the joy I hope you find.
I've loved you for forever
already in my mind.

If only I can have tomorrow
just to see you in the dawn.
I swear to you if you want me to
by nightfall I'll be gone.

Then though I be forgotten
and you can't recall my name.
No longer sad and lonely
I'll still love you just the same.

Living in the memory
I'd beg or steal or borrow.
Enslaving me and saving me
if I could only have tomorrow.

Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

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An Irish Robbery

The Irish bank was ripe and ready
For a hood whose hand was steady
And had a gun, not 'fraid to use it
Bent on living life or lose it
Just out side the door he waited
Put his mask on, hesitated
Then rushed in through, the bank's front doors
While standing on the lobby floor
With gun held high he shot one round
"Now everybody-- best get down"

Laying face down on the floor
A dozen patrons maybe more
And a teller, young in age
Standing frozen in the cage
So the crook with lightening speed
Driven by his lust for greed
Tossed a bag and said to fill it
Got it filled, then turned to split

As he ran, a man quite daring
Grabbed the mask the crook was wearing
At once the man, seamed surprised
Looked the robber in the eyes
Then took a bullet in the head
Now on the marble floor lied dead

The thief now desperate, looked around 
At all the patrons looking down
But saw the teller, see his face
Then walked to him in rapid pace
And put the gun up to his head
Another victim laid there dead

Now the thief to end it all 
Shouted out inside that hall
"Has anyone else, seen my face ?"
Perhaps a glimpse might leave a trace
Then McGee said  "I'm no sneak
But I think me wife , just took a peek"


Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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No Other Man....(Adult Content)

No other man....Can make your heart smile like I do,
       Because I appreciate you and know your value!
No other man....Will give you strength like I can.
       I give you courage in those two shapely legs to stand.
No other man....Can make you feel sure and secure.
       You know as well as I do this love is pure.
No other man....Will make your very essence glow,
       And you know my M.O. so don't close your hearts window.
No other man....Can hand you the crown.
       Only a king can understand and show you how to get down!
No other man....Will take your body beyond this physical plane,
       Making passionate love to your brain!
No other man....Can kiss your lips, grip your hips like me,
       Satisfying each fantasy going deep as the sea!
No other man....Can eat, preheat that oven like me;
       Nor will another man make you cum continuously!
Bottomline what we share is without a doubt truly divine;
       and no other man can stand the heat of your sunshine!!!

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010

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Virginia's abound with hills that roll off her shoulders
Wet rocks glisten on the edge of the lazy water 
Translucent fish arching through the cold channels 
Silver barbed hooks rusting in tree trunks
Dangling over the water, and breathing life into the earth

Wet like your skin, see-through blue eyes 
Making waves as the children pirouette off the stone cliffs
Disappearing into the emerald green and slate shadows 
Meeting the cool rush of the river when they get down there
Or that old carp that Lizzy caught last summer but she let go 
Swim bladders shining like mirrors, reflecting oily promises 

Running after the great blue, pistons heaving in the hills 
Soot on daddy's solemn brow, over his gentle eyes 
They all come running, soaking and plodding home
Eager hands grasping for the pie in the window
While the last beat of the summer wind kicks around
Makes the quilt with many colors take flight on the line 
One more day under the belt, and another notch in the bed post 
Sleep like kings, little Southern Royalty 
That old time hang dog moon will see you through 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Pampered Pussy

They call me pampered pussy, “Such a PRETTY pet!” they purr, All they see’s a funny feline, Just a friend with fluffy fur. Hear me humans! I AM HUNTER! I am leopard, lynx and lion, I am panther, I am puma, I will eyeball you with iron! I’m machine. A mighty muscle, I am sleek and sinewed steel, Engineered by evolution, You are nothing! You should kneel! Shhh now. I will show you. See the tremble in that tree? It’s a beast and I will best it! Stand aside now, scum, and see. I creep. I crouch. I climb! Curled claws clutching confidently, cleverly crafted curves completely coordinated, I coast coolly, competently, courageously, to the crown. THE CREATURE IS CONQUERED!! Now - cower, clumsy cretins! For I am CAT !!!!!! (Quick question. How DO I get down?!)
26 March 2018 For Alliteration Poem contest, sponsored by Silent One

Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018

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Holy is the lamb

Shape of Crucifixion
a balance 
of what is right
the good inside man
blessing myself 
in the name 
of Our Father
Begging mans forgiveness 
of the Son 
who arose 
from the dead 
his Holy Spirit 
I bow my head 
in mans 
horrible shame 

Tears from 
Heaven's Son 
crowned with thorns 
falls down 
lashed and whipped 
Flesh tore 
like a broken man 
shame bleeding down 
his innocent face 
sorrowful passion 
cruelty in 
this world

Inflicts so 
much pain 
with needles suffering 
how could we be 
so very cruel 

Pain of endurance 
carrying hurt 
upon a suffering cross 
to our king 
crowned in Heaven 
in his grace 

You make 
this world 
a better place 
filled with 
your peace 
Holy Spirit 
inside loves grace 

In our 
Heavenly father's 
light of 
such beauty 
in purity 
a gift 
from above 

Heavenly love 
begs forgiveness 
to all sins 
of mans 
shameful face 
his only 
begotten Son 
died nailed 
upon a cross 

Crucified this day 
persecuted an 
innocent man 
for our sins 
with that 
of others 
look upon 
the face 
of justice 

I Father  
 love you 
one fraction 
in his name 

He said unto 
his Almighty Father 
pleading as 
the darkness enveloped 
rumbling his Almighty 
voice thundering 
in the Heaven's above 
on our behalf 
he pleads 
for our mercy 

Striking forks 
thrown down 
charged arrows 
of lightening 
from his altar 
in the sky 
his Father unhappy 

On our behalf 
I get down 
upon the 
knees in prayer
humbly shouting 
to the Heaven's 

I Forgive 
them Father 
voice of love 
they know not 
what they do 
truly the 
words spoken 
from an Almighty King 
divine in power 
of love 
in our salvation 
paid for 
our sins 

Died our 
precious Lord 
pierced through 
the side 
savagery of man 
oh precious king 
I follow 
your path 
Lord Jesus Christ 
the only Son 
of the Father 

On Calvary 
on this his 
begotten day 
your son 
laid his life 
down for us 
became our guardian 

Holding our souls 
in the palm 
of his hands 
tainted with 
the sins 
of man 
our Blessed Trinity 

My prayers 
on this 
holy day 
loving you 
my King 
a little piece 
in your Heaven 

Hands clasped praying 
unto the Heaven's 
i rejoice 
holding your name 
upon my lips 

Holy Father 
my adorable King 
I am just 
a meek lamb 
at your feet 
your servant 
Lord and Master 
have mercy on 
our suffering souls 

As we weep 
and mourn 
in loves 
valley of tears 
see light 
of our Savior 
Amen in your Grace 
Glory be 
in your 
name father 
eternal Peace 
of Love

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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                    I've been told I'm much too sensitive 
                         my eyes leak tears like a used sieve

                    I cry over sad movies, words in a book 
                         so go ahead and give me that 'look'

                    Sometimes I cry goodbye on the phone
                         So what?  I wasn't chiseled out of stone

                    Tell me I get my feelings hurt too fast 
                         I'll say I cry from memories of my past

                    Don't tell me I need to restrain the flow
                         Maybe I've suffered more than you know

                    I can take being knocked around by my foes 
                         those who bitterly want to step on my toes

                    But words from someone I really care about 
                         cause me to frown with my mouth in a pout

                    I'm a sensitive woman who tends to cry 
                         if I tell you I don't, I've told you a lie

                    I would never intentionally hurt anyone 
                         If I like you, I'll tease you, but it's in fun

                    Falling tears may not be in fashion
                         I don't think it's a crime to have passion

                    So please don't think I'm being a grumps
                         if you do I'll get down in the dumps

                    I've been told that I'm a tough cookie
                         you can make bet on that with any bookie

                    I'll be your friend, honest and true 
                         but don't hurt me 'cuz it'll make blue

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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Doors calling


Drops of hues on dews
Your vibrant doors are in bloom
Gone is all my gloom


It’s time to unlock
Drop my time-stopping letters
Sooner than later


Rain is at your door
Moments won’t come back again
Greet it in your veins


Wide eyes at the door
I’ve to get down from the train
To cave in still more…


Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016