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KISS MY CLOUD

So you say you want to sit on MY cloud.
The view, you say, is rainbows and bluebirds.
I understand you hate your polyester,
Dishwasher safe, blue light special cloud.
It is weak, sagging under the weight of your expectations.
It is no longer fluffy, no longer billowy, no longer white.
It is empty and dingy and flat. Like your soul.

You can't see the best part of my cloud because it is on the inside,
Where it is built from the sweat of a hundred strong women like me.
Where the walls glisten from the tears shed as others like yourself tried to steal our cloud's glory.
But like this cloud, though we look soft and billowy, we are steel, cursing forth our thunder and glaring bolts of lightning to protect ourselves and our own.

My cloud is high now, but it has had its lows.
Where were you when others avoided and mocked us as nothing more than valley fog?
When the view consisted of puddles of want and winds of despair?
Did you once offer me a seat on your cloud?
Did you give me a hand up? Or were you too busy looking down on me?

So excuse me if I block your sun, ruin your picnic, cancel your flight.
But I will never ignore you.
Come closer and I will whisper a message in your ear:
HEY, YOU, GET OFF OF MY CLOUD!!!!


Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2015


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Silent cry of Loneliness

Silent cry of Loneliness

Setting by the window
Feeling all alone
Wishing and hoping someone
Would call me on the phone
Feeling hurt, broke down
And so depressed
Looking at my life
Wondering what a mess

Empty on the inside
Is what I now feel
Realizing in my heart that
The pain is now real
No one will call or
Speak to me a word
The silence of loneliness
Now can be heard

Lonely and ashamed with
My head hanging low
Crying many tears flowing
Freely than before
All kind of thoughts keep
Flashing through my mind
And I try to defeat them
Time after time

Can anyone see the
Loneliness deep inside
Can you see within myself
What I try hard to hide
The silence of loneliness
Is pleading for help
Fighting with the emptiness
Deep within myself

This disease has left me
In a nerve wrecking state
Begging and pleading 
Before it’s too late
Calling on someone to
Give me a hand
Someone who cares and
Really understand

What can I do, and
What is my choice?
Not even a sound,
Not even a voice
All that I see is a 
Much horrifying end
This is what happens 
When you trust loneliness 
To be your friend.



Copyright © Lillie Williams | Year Posted 2012


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Someone

I've been hurt so many times before,
but still my heart always longs for more,
of someone who will be with me,
and knows being together is meant to be.

Someone there when I'm in need,
of something that can help me lead,
the struggles that I face in life,
and get me through all of this strife.

Someone who will give me a hand,
when it feels like it's the very last strand,
the one who loves me for me,
and loves me unconditionally.

Someone who can keep my thoughts at bay,
knows how to show me the right way,
has the best of me in mind,
and at the end of the day can help me unwind.

Someone there to dry my tears,
help me conquer all my fears,
able to keep my frustrations low,
when I feel like I'm about to blow.

Someone who can always be there,
no matter what time and no matter where,
who accepts all of the things I do,
and can truthfully say I love you.

I know there is someone out there for me,
Hopefully waiting for us to be,
with each other finally,
I the lock and they the key.


Copyright © Caitlin Rimmer | Year Posted 2011


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Dear Alan Titmarsh


Dear Alan Titmarsh, how are you.

I do hope you and everyone else, enjoyed themselves at the do.

If you are ever in Ruddington,could you please give me a hand.

I’m trying so hard to create a garden, with a matchbox sized piece of land.

I don’t seem to have green fingers at all.


All the heads of the flowers, just jump off, when I’m playing football.

Everything I touch, and try to grow, seems to shrivel up and die.

It doesn’t seem to matter, just how hard I try.

Today I have just planted the Christmas tree in a tub,

I hope it doesn’t get some awful bug .

I want it to grow, but everyone keeps telling me it will die.

If it does I will cry.

Next Christmas I want this tree outside with fairy lights on it.

But if it dies my husband will bin it.

Yesterday I planted 100 bulbs all in tubs
,
But they will probably go to Australia or get eaten by grubs.

Last week I watch the secret garden on TV,

That is how I really want mine to be.

So please can you come and give me a hand,

And create me a beautiful garden, with this matchbox size piece of land.




Copyright © pat dring | Year Posted 2011


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high school

He held my hand when I was down
She took my hand to help me out
They clapped for me when I got up
She hugged me to make my day brighter
I do not know these people and they do not know me
Yet when I need it, they give me a hand
I dropped my books he picked them up
I was lost she showed the way
I was feeling sick they stayed with me to see I was okay
They say high school is hard
In addition, no one looks your way
They say life is rough 
Deal with it yourself your own way
However, when I needed a hug, a hand, or a tiny clap
The high scholars I do not know well, they had my back.

This is everything that happened to me on my first week off school a tiny freshmen like me is lucky to be at GHS


Copyright © sierra hutchison | Year Posted 2013


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When Up I Was Growing

When up I was growing, awed and confused,
sure was not I of which road to choose.
For binary my soul and dellusioned my mind,
I dallied at crossroads and worried not time.
Advised by my parents, mentors and teachers,
and hell and damnation from gospelling preachers.
And I young of youth so impressionable dear,
grasped for their words but availed not my ear.
For swayed by the Devil, so I was told,
of treasures of pleasures of counterfit gold.
Timidly, more boldly, I sought new sensation,
of carnal reality I made preservation.
But conscience was bothered and remorsely did grow,
my feet they did ponder of which way to go.
Temptation too great for me to withstand,
I cried unto GOD to give me a hand.
But His Holy Doctrine is not found in haste,
but abnegate the world with a seedling of faith.
Of frustrating skeptisisim I became apostate
and inclined toward autism and apathetic fate.
Drifting and squinting thru lusts' glaring light,
a glutenous hedonist all day and all night.
Inside of me though I feared what I was doin',
would eventually bring shame sorrow and ruin.
My karma so silent then leaped with a bound,
austere retribution enveloped me round.
So drubbed for my folly and benighted transgression,
my soul it feels cauterized, I caterwaul with compunction.
Penalized and contrite, with diffident circumspect,
with empirical knoiwledge I never shall forget.














Copyright © Michael Nibert | Year Posted 2016


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Sweet dreamland

On the sea of time I sail with you
The sea is calm and the sky is blue

We are sailing for sweet dreamland
We must hurry give me a hand

Take a look at those merry dolphins
It’s a sign. Do you know what it means?

I can see through my telescope
An island full of dream and hope

Take a look at those flying seagulls
I am so excited check my pulse

O my sweetie my near and dear
Be patient we are almost there


Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2012


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Mirror

There's a monster in the mirror...reflections of rage and toxic terror
No it can't be...that monster's not me
Surrounded by shadows of doom and defeat
Slave in a Satanic sideshow...and I used to be free
God,don't forget about me!
There's a monster in the mirror...I detest what i see

There's a mad man in the mirror...chaos and confusion now seen clearer
Seeing the truth and seeing the error
Like evil evolution my soul starts to stir
Flying in a frenzy like a billion blind birds
Wrong ways and wicked words
Live by the lie soon I'll die by the sword
Lost life is rotting like a corpse
From darkness,Lord,I want a divorce
God give me a hand cause I know you hear me
There's a mad man in the mirror...I don't like what I see

There's a mortal in the mirror...rescued from the flames...redeemed from the fire
The light of love diminishes death
Now seeing and hearing and breathing life's breath
Looking right and looking left...still small seeds sprout into mighty towers and trees
Giving and receiving and believing I'm free
Black ravens turn into white doves
Dawn of a new day...Father,Holy spirirt,and Sacrificial Son
Lower than the angels and higher than the beasts
Reserrected and risen...rinsed and cleaned
There's a mortal in the mirror...no dirt...no demon dreams...divine is what I see


Copyright © anthony beesley | Year Posted 2011


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Determine...

Determine soul,  give me this powerful ocean
Independent spirit,  fill this powerful machine
For I physically stand strong

Feel the authority on my fingertips
Phantom of mine, stand high
Day or Night

Because, nothing matters
As,  I stand a individual
On this mountain so high
For I am mentally powerful

My courage behold
My eager stand back
Relax,  for I am great
As a forceful person
The faith I carry for all
Give me your grime, residue
and waste

Come into my atmosphere
Breath the air I breath
Touch the sky as I
Passion is in my soul

Vampire, shadow and zombie
Give me a hand
Help me save this land
This dirt and sand
It's at war everyday
It's sad to say

Determine, I need you to stay
Independent spirit, fill this machine
My powerful machine
The one with so many words
zealous,secure,brave,dedicated,
harmony, love, unity, and concord
We don't need fighting in the lions den
The frustration we put in the soil
The storms we bring in the skies
I will stand next to my stray
Shake hands with my competitor,
 traitor, and opponent


For all shall make me solid
My courageous beast go to sleep
This world will be at peace
Because , I'll be there

	D.L.V


Copyright © Delilah Ventura | Year Posted 2010


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The Nest

THE  NEST

It was during the summer of 2014,
We were about to get into the car,
When my wife and I looked across the lawn,
And saw something that was quite bizarre.

There was something that was hanging,
From a low branch on our tree,
It was the biggest, darn wasp’s nest,
That we ever did see.

The nest was really pretty active,
Wasps flew in and out of a little hole,
I wanted to get a closer look as my thoughts,
Consisted of just 2 words – Pest Control.

So I made a trip to Home Depot,
And bought 3 cans of wasp and hornet spray,
The instructions said use when the sun goes down,
So that’s what I did at the end of the day.

So I stood about 20 feet away, 
From where the giant wasp nest hung,
The cans wouldn’t spray that far, so I moved closer,
Praying that I wouldn’t get stung.

I aimed for that little hole in the nest,
And I emptied the 3 cans of spray,
It seemed like all it did was made the wasps angry,
So I thought it was a good idea to back away.

I decided not to call an exterminator,
And waited until it started to get cold,
By the time November rolled around,
The nest was about 3 months old.

By that time I saw no activity,
And wanted to remove the nest from the tree,
My wife said she would give me a hand,
Which surprised the hell out of me.

So she held up a black garbage bag,
As I cut the nest from the tree,
The nest fell gently into the bag,
As a result that branch looked kind of empty.

The nest was twice the size of a basketball,
It was on a branch only 6 feet off the ground,
When it came down, it was surprisingly light,
It couldn’t have weighed much more than a pound.

My wife had a great idea, and she asked 
If our local Library would like the nest.
Well, the staff really appreciated the donation,
And a debt of gratitude was expressed.

So after a few months being attached to my tree,
Where the nest occupied some space,
It’s now at the Middle Country Library for all to see,
On display inside of a glass case.


Copyright © Mark Friedman | Year Posted 2015


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GIVE ME A HAND

They say unlike poles do attract,
My magnetism towards you cant crack,
Its said differences make marriage sweet,
I say my love towards you is real,
     en am down in love deep,
       what do you think?

We are both at odds and ends,
Worlds apart ka east and west,
You from Highlands, mountain side,
Me from lowlands, lake side.

In a life's race,
    You can plough and rear real big bulls,
   I can boat and fish in wide deep pools,
We cant really compete on the same line,
But we can join hands and make one life,
It takes a traditional man and a woman
   to make a family,
It costs a child and a stranger
   to brake the rule of ancestry.

Give me a chance and I'll take you by the rive,r
Where the waters splash en' splosh in joy,
Dive in and swim to the flow of the lake together,
While the birds hum their song dawn till day,
We'll visit the mountains if you want,
En' sing together the tune of Karomaindo choir.


Copyright © samuel okongo | Year Posted 2014


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NOT ENOUGH TO LOVE

Not enough to love
Held too close to even see what you did not mean
But a memory of a shadow erased.
What I saw looking at you, was nothing, but a temptation
I needed deliverance from and still be holy.

Erased the memory of the past to find my future you’re not in.
The thought of having you around made me
Realize that I was man enough to say my heart won’t stop,
Just to be broken by your useless speech of regret.

Sky does not fall this time, but I’m keeping my cool
Forgetting all that ever came to my life that you made known
For all I ever learned was you are not patient than your words
For long have you forgotten that it does not last, but stays

Chasing after what cannot be found in the outer, but in the heart
Will only make me realize that I’m the only one crazy to fight
For one that won’t even stay to see the battle to the end till one
But this time it’s meaningless to stay when I can breathe alone

It’s meaningless to stay where no one can come and give me a hand
So to stand alone it will take the best out of me to even cause
A feeling of doubt in my mind and never to love again in this life
But I won’t be so meaningless because I give you what I know, I’m free                       By: Karen mathe


Copyright © karen mathe fumani | Year Posted 2015


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Give Me A Hand Up My Brother

Say, could you give me A little hand here? I’m near the end Of my rope The world all around me Seems to want to disown me I’m down and Near out of hope I don’t ask for much Just a kind caring touch Just a modicum of charity A bit of warmhearted mercy So please don’t pass me by With cold averted eye For it’s only by a twist of fate It could well be you in my place I may be down and out But remember my friend (have no doubt) We’re both family members …Of the whole Human race…


Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2016


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Autism LIfe

Autism Life

No words spoken, Just Silence, Hand flapping, sudden outbursts, kicking, screaming about, nothing new to a Autism mom, 
were used to the stares, the comments made under your breath, you think we dont hear you, your quick to judge, quick to made a hastly retreat. Just thinking your lucky stars it doesn't happen in your home. 

Public places such as library's, malls, grocery stores, even our neighborhood church, these places are a welcome site for any typical child, as long as you dont have to deal with a out of control child, who has no control of his/her behavior, you are glad you are able to frequent these places whenever you please. 

But for a mom of an child with autism, its a nightmare, the noises, the lights, the large crowds, the loud music, is too much, its like having a million voices screaming at you at the same time, if you want to see what its like, please stand in line. 

If you want to be helpful, if you truly care, I have a few tips for you, Dont judge, listen, dont stare, help with a grasp of our hand, Tell me you understand, come help me with my out of control child, who is trying hard to calm him/herself the best they can.  Come give me a hand, so that i can have five minutes of peace. Come take away my burdens, make my load light, 

Because what I have just told you, is truly and honestly, the 24/7 hectic, sad, sometmes isolating life of a Mother of Autism's life.. 




Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015


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Nevermore

Once upon a midnight dreary
I walked along the woods so weary 
So weary of heroin and nicotine 
That right inside took a ride 
A joyful ride to my mind
The ones who kept my heart up left
Meaning living, deeply digging 
Right inside me with no mercy 
They brought a lovely face of misery

My clothes fully torn
As if never truly worn 
By a normal human being
But an animal with raging horn 
My eyes slightly opened 
As if not wanting to see
What kills my every hope and 
Makes me want to truly be 
A person not belonging to this world
One having not a single sword...
My eyes slightly opened
Not wanting to see
My reality…

Like an animal playing predator
In front of other men, 
But prey I am and no other 
I cant deny it to mother nature
I miss the sunshine 
I miss the feeling of being alive
I want my mind to say I’m fine
And won’t stay this way I’ll strive
But every time I try to think 
Only think of a happy moment 
Not even living in that moment, 
My conscience comes and starts again 
By knocking at my door
And there again is the pain
Saying you’ll be happy no more 
Never again, never more…

I laugh with a voice so loud 
I can see the leaves shaking
Like an addict who just found
No more smack for escaping 
I turned into, with such rage 
Such hatred towards life
Just prey I am, in a cage
Having no chance to live
I crumble weak and weary 
Through this forest of blackness
Total darkness and I so blindly 
Fell in the abyss of loneliness
Looking around with eyes as red
As red red red as blood
With fumes growing and growing in my head
Fumes, vagueness, fog, a flood
Sudden flood of blood
So red, scared I am, so red
I fell, couldn’t stand
Can someone please give me a hand
Dad, dad, mom, Virginia please
I want u back, all back 
I want to ease
I want to end this hurt, this pain, me
I want to end me yes, me…

I saw him, I saw him coming
Instead of helping he started saying
Screaming, screaming and yelling 
Tapping rapping on my chamber door
Saying I’ll live no more
I’ll wait no more 
I'll write no more
I'll fight no more
I’ll leave just leave 
And never come back 
No more
Never again 
Nevermore…


Copyright © Yara Rouhana | Year Posted 2009


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You never could

I remember the darkest day
When my only dream faded away.
But you never could see my soul,
So tonight I am ready to fall.

Every day's just another fight
And I'm slowly dying inside.
But you never could heal my scars,
So tonight I won't see the stars.

I'm alone in this broken place,
All I want is to see your face.
But you' never could feel my pain,
So I know that you'll leave me again.

I can't hear the sound of my heart,
'Cause tonight I have fallen apart.
But you never could give me a hand,
So I won't even try to stand.

I've been running for thousand years,
I've been hiding in silent tears.
But you never could hear me scream...
So give me just one more dream.


Copyright © Julia Black | Year Posted 2015


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A Tale to Tell


                        Al Tale to  Tell

     Walking is a very good exercise.
      So I walk regular to keep my health precise.
      I walked river side to watch twilight.  
       It appeared spectacular and bright.
       On way back, sun went down.
      Twilight bade bye to me making frown.

     Darkness covered surroundings very soon.
      That night was a night of No Moon.
      I should choose short distance to keep body fit.
      My feet were too tired, I wished a car- lift.
       I did not stop but was walking slow.
      Meanwhile I was attracted with a sudden glow.
   
     I chanced to see the headlight of a car,
     approaching towards me not from very far.
      To stop the car, I showed my hand,
     went road side to wait and stand  
    Car ignored me, but was in too slow motion.
    I opened the back door, finding no other option.

     I boarded the car and looked aslant.
     The seat of the driver lay vacant.
       Car was going on its own but very slowly,
       as if a man was walking unwillingly.
       I was not aware of automatic car traveling alone
      Where it was going or coming from all along!
       I heard, in this region ghosts might loiter,
       Might be he was the invisible driver.
      I was not scared, but alarmed.
      By new ghostly technique I was charmed.

      So long I got no harm, no need of tension.
      Also the car was going on my direction.
       I encouraged myself not to get frightened.
       Ghost might be helpful to be redefined.
       All on a sudden the car made a stop.
        I got out from the car just on a gallop.

       With rapid heart- beats I stood on roadside.
       A tired person came out from behind.
       Noticing me the man rejoiced
        and with relief he voiced 
       “How lucky am I! Here you stand.
        To push the car, give me a hand.
        So long I am pushing the car all alone.
        Destiny favoured me as you are shown.”
       
     What a blunder had I done, not depending on ghost.
     I had to push the car with my strength utmost.

  07/04/16
                      

 
    


Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016


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Poetic Frustration

I drum my fingers dreaming of poetic notions as is my bent,
But for the life of me, I can think of nothing on which to vent!
I fervently hope my well of imagination will never run dry.
Surely some creative masterpiece will come to me by and by!

My thesaurus and dictionary stand by to give me a hand,
And the mystifying computer is at my fingertips on demand,
Each to provide ready aid if I can think of anything,
But its up to me to create a linguistic and poetic string.

Maybe I could write something about my inscrutable cat,
Yet come to think of it, I've already written about that.
Maybe a profound versification about the world situation,
But that needs lots of research and that causes some hesitation.

Of course there's always the topic of romance and love,
But I must admit I'm not too well versed on matters thereof.
God's Creation is always a timely theme on which to reflect,
Yet with all its wonders I doubt I could render it proper respect.

It seems to me as I daily stroll about the neighborhood,
That I could manage to come up with something good.
Lord, won't you smite me with a streak of inspiration,
And relieve me of my desperate plight and utter frustration?

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010


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My Way, I know it well

I know it, I know it well
Its to pleased myself, the lost part
Hanged in the neck and cuffed on the wrist
Whilst long ago father lived at peace, he was him
And here I claimed intelligence
Intelligence with age
Dumped in a lost century
Lost from the stools calls of its kindred
Me not from  home
Me of this age, lost, lost, lost
Hey Kofi, Koofiii my son, he cried
Why not come home, back to the root, I think
Yes, yes Fofo, King-man of my name
I shall return, return, return
Return to be planted, for i see the storm approach
It shall come for me, I know, i know it well.

So give me a hand to cling to, safe and strong
Give me a name, a name to be identified with
Give me a tribe, a tribe to belong to
Uh, give me a wife,a wife to bear me fruits
So I shall not wane-off, so I shall not erode
This day has come, I am mad at it
It sickens my feelings, of a humane stock
It bleached me pale, striped of my black-fighting melanin
Jollying in the colds of this strange land
Like a chicken in a nest, I wriggles and twitched
For years, Even a day ago
A calabash was beaten
This gourd says a riddle I understood
Shaming the heavy metal rhythms I consumed
Then I hear them conflicted
Lucifer and Arch- angel Gabriel battles for mankind
 
Its my fate, I know, My destiny been gamboled
With the thoughts of yesterday and today
Each at my throat, each at my cuff
To teach a lesson, I know, I know it well. 
This is the time to know it well. Before the ...











Copyright © Lamptey Godson Kofi | Year Posted 2011


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Quatrain and Eve Roper Contest

Quatrain and Eve Roper Contest

Of some types of senses, don't have a grain
Especially when it comes to writing quatrain
Like it I am sure my heart will skip a beat
Wondering how to add as well as delete.

Quatrain not sure if I do understand
Maybe someone should give me a hand
Help me accomplish this awkward task
So that in sun I can continue to bask.

This request for help and aid I will send
My poem hope you can help me amend
And if it turns out not being the best
Around can design a another new contest.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016


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coming out

Not enough to love
Held too close to even see what you did not mean
But a memory of a shadow erased.
What I saw looking at you, was nothing, but a temptation
I needed deliverance from and still be holy.

Erased the memory of the past to find my future you’re not in.
The thought of having you around made me
Realize that I was man enough to say my heart won’t stop,
Just to be broken by your useless speech of regret.

Sky does not fall this time, but I’m keeping my cool
Forgetting all that ever came to my life that you made known
For all I ever learned was you are not patient than your words
For long have you forgotten that it does not last, but stays

Chasing after what cannot be found in the outer, but in the heart
Will only make me realize that I’m the only one crazy to fight
For one that won’t even stay to see the battle to the end till one
But this time it’s meaningless to stay when I can breathe alone

It’s meaningless to stay where no one can come and give me a hand
So to stand alone it will take the best out of me to even cause
A feeling of doubt in my mind and never to love again in this life
But I won’t be so meaningless because I give you what I know, I’m free                       By: Karen.f


Copyright © karen mathe fumani | Year Posted 2015


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Weight of the World

The leaves are falling, the temperature is dropping
My spirit is stalling, my passion is stopping
 
Who can save me from myself?
Who will be there to help?
 
I have fallen down, and the weight of the world is upon me
I cannot lift in on my own, for it is far too heavy
 
Who will come and give me a hand
Who is strong enough to stand?
To carry the human race
To experience His grace
 
For too long now, I have been trying
But slowly my soul has been dying
Because I am not enough on my own
I was not designed to go it alone
 
I cannot be a one man army
So I ask for those with a heart
For a dying and broken world
To join me in a new start
 
Does anyone hear a small hungry child? 
Over the sound of a dinner feast
 
Can anyone hear the roar of a bomber plane?
Over the sound of a new car engine
 
Does anyone feel the hurricanes destruction?
More than the light breeze of the ceiling fan
 
Do rags and tattered clothes grab your attention?
Before you buy a new name brand outfit
 
If you hear and see and feel these things
And it is more important to you than your things
 
Then come with me, let’s go to the broken 
Set the captives free, I am not jokin'
Open your eyes and see
 
There is a world full of trouble
A world full of hurt
So let’s get out of our bubble
And jump in the dirt


Copyright © Roland Fleming | Year Posted 2013


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Picture looking back

                              Ever look at a picture and see it looking back?
                              It's a very unique feeling and words I did lack.
                               I would joke and play when I felt him around,
                               Nothing scary at all, actually helpful, I found.
                                 He would fill up the sink to soak the pans,
                                And run the dishwasher to give me a hand.
                                    Then one night while working alone,
                              I looked at his picture, to him he was home.
                                  The closer I look at the picture, I see
                               He died here on campus, only 16, he'd be.
                                  I will never forget that feeling I had
                              Knowing I could see him, I think he was glad.


Copyright © Linda Farias | Year Posted 2013


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GLOOM

New life, New trends
Many haters, No frends
What to do? I DONT KNOW
Its me damn! and uh cnt ovrthrow!
My life, My ways
Naughty tricks yet Pathetic days
Grow up give me a hand
Together we wl make lyf grnd!
We wl laugh have fun
We wl ring the bells and run
No troubles, No grey
I need new frends...MY ONLY PRAY
Old ones left me on the shore
For the waves and me to bore
I walk deep into the sea
What wrse cn lyf be??
Will noone give me just a chance?
Together we will go and dance
Round and round across the globe
With me wearing a perfect robe
Dear lyf..You've got to change
Or I shall go and end ur range


Copyright © Aashima Bansal | Year Posted 2015


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UTOPIA

Was there any option left ?
Violence was there,
evil existed in pacifism.

Signature flora demonstrates
the mental poise.
I call for the imperfections.

In blue mood, I kill the moon
and take a walk on the cinders.
Will you give me a hand ?

There was no path left,
but the trees were walking on beach.
The war will never end

between the genders. The
secret of butterfly catcher
was buried long ago.

From a childhood into the –
forest of lies, it was a long
journey losing the scents.


Satish Verma








Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2013