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The Worm Poem

A Certain Kind Of Death 

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared 
What they had 
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination 
Of their dedication 
Today she is pregnant 
Overwhelmed 
Overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
How is this possible 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
But not heartbroken 
She still had a piece of him 
She had to be strong 
For their child
Even though he was gone 
She had to find a way 
To march on 

Pain and spot bleeding
At the hospital again
Getting ready for birthing 
No rhyme or reason 
For complication 
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby 
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb 
Lacking strength and power 
It only lived an hour 
She could only scream 
She could only scream 

No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
Her mind is out of reasons
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them 
She racks her brain all day 
Trying to find a way 
To keep them fresh and vibrant 

It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling 
Saw them moving 
She bought all they had 
And took them home 
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed 
Longing for the dead 
She put the worms in her womb 
And pretended her baby was alive

Her days were filled with joy 
They were going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel him kick and move 
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish 
Every moment of everyday 
The perfect family 
For everyone to envy 
She wasn’t alone anymore 
She didn’t have to cry 
She was no longer ripped and torn 

Her evenings were horrifying 
She wasn’t taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying 
She never once heard it crying 
Never got to hold it in her arms 
Failed to keep it from harm 
She was useless 
She was helpless
She was hopeless
She should have died too 
She should have kept him inside her
Even if it had killed her 

She decided one day 
To keep her baby 
Decided not to let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain 
She decided on a name 
She can barely move now 
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing 
She can feel his life pulsating 
She gave birth before she died
With the worms pouring out 
and of one thing there is no doubt

There is a certain kind of death 
Waiting, for some of us 



Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2013


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the worm poem

A Certain Kind Of Death 

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared  
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination 
Of their dedication 
Today she is pregnant 
Overwhelmed overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
How is the possible 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
But not heartbroken 
She still had a piece of him 
She had to be strong 
For their child
Even though he was gone 
She had to march on 

Pain and spot bleeding
Getting ready for birthing 
No rhyme or reason 
For complication 
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby 
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb 
Lacking strength and power 
It only lived an hour 
She could only scream  

No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them 
She racks her brain all day 
Trying to find a way 
To keep them fresh and vibrant 

It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling 
Saw them moving 
So she bought all they had  
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed 
Longing for the dead 
She put the worms in her womb 
And pretended her baby was alive

Her days where filled with joy 
They where going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel it kick and move 
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish 
Every moment of everyday 
A happy family 
For everyone to envy 
She wasn’t alone anymore  
She was no longer ripped and torn 

Her evenings were horrifying 
She wasn’t just taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying 
She never once heard it crying 
Never got to hold it in her arms 
Failed to keep it from harm 
She was useless 
She was helpless
She should have died too 
She should have kept inside her
Even if it had killed her 

She decided one day 
To keep her baby 
Decided not let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain 
She decided on a name 
She can barely move now 
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing 
She can feel his life pulsating 
She gave birth before she died 
And David was the only one that cried


Copyright © Nate D. | Year Posted 2010


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''A Chaotic- World''


I have many cousins that share my life,
There is Happiness, Sadness, and Grief holds the knife;
There is Love, Hate, Compassion, but oh yes, Chaos,
My cousin, Chaos can be mean and heinous.

Full of malice and often we have a face-off,
Unpredictable- wanting to ruin my life's mosaic;
Oh the mosaic of my journey has been chaotic,
Full of starting over and making myself a new oasis.

When I fall, I re-build sometimes quite robotic,
I go through the motions like a neurotic;
My cousin Chaos just laughs at me- smiling,
I try to ignore him and go on in a trance hypnotic.

My life shattered, full of deaths and tears, weeping,
And Chaos is clapping and full of words, lying;
Rush here, rush there, just be disorganized my girl,
Chaotic, confused thoughts, with a what to do feeling.

Many times I have known nothingness and had to unfurl,
Like a rose, unfurl my petals for yet another whirl;
Oh my mean cousin Chaos really tries to make me nuts,
But, I am a survivor and will forever swirl and twirl.

___________________________
May 26, 2016

Poetry/Rubiayat/"A Chaotic-   World"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-732-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016


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Silly Putty

I'm asking you to run. 
Run as fast as you can
in another direction.

Don't remain in your fear of life
outside of comfort or rob yourself
of identity as you go through the motions
on the path already laid out
for you.
It may seem easier to take what's given,
but you will become your father,
and your father's father.
Just another man,
capable of anything
and everything, 
making choices founded
on naivete and fear.

Your hesitance in forming
new traditions
holds you back,
as the Alpha 
keeps you on a tight leash
through his ability
to maneuver his way
right into your guilty conscience.
You are an ally
to his tradition,
but only because you allow him
to manipulate you into thinking
that you are being judged by your friends, 
your family,
and by God,
the three things
that you believe
built the foundation
of your existence.
But the only one who is judging you
is the one who is manipulating you.
And why, you might ask?
For stepping outside
of HIS tradition,
for looking outside of
who he created you to be,
molding you 
like silly putty since the day
you learned to walk.

I was silly putty once too.
I've been there.
But I opened up my mind
to the things that scared me,
the things I wanted most,
This is what gave me an identity,
freeing me of being bound
in the captivity of taking
on the beliefs of "tradition"
without ever thinking about it,
the captivity of staying true
to its values
without even knowing what they are.

So when people ask 
why you believe what you do,
you have no explanation,
for you've never had the chance
to think for yourself,
not until now.
I was there.

Now its your turn.
Convince me that you
are not just a generational
work horse like those
before you.
For in the end
if that is the path you choose,
I will not be resentful
and I will not be hateful.
I will only be disappointed
and broken-hearted
that you fell into
the boring predictable life
that I knew you never wanted.
Convince me that when I look at you,
I see only YOU,
the brilliantly gifted person
who has the ability
to make a difference 
and change the world...

But only if you run.






Copyright © Katie Telling | Year Posted 2010


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The Worm Poem Sequel

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared 
What they had 
Was beyond compare
Today is the next step
Towards their future
Today they bought a house 
Overwhelmed 
Overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
An accident at work 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
And heartbroken 
She had no piece of him 
No strength to go through the motions
Nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
Now that he was gone 
She lost her way 
And couldn’t march on 

She hasn’t seen family or friends
Her mind is out of reasons
She is dead inside
Alone in her empty home
A sanctuary for her to hide
From the world 
From her pain 
From her loss
From her pity and shame 
She longs to join her husband 
But he wouldn’t want her to 
She can only scream 
She can only scream 


One night while she was sleeping 
She awaked to a unfamiliar sound
That of a baby crying
She wondered if she was dreaming 
She walked to the empty room  
That would have been his office
She slowly opened the door  
In the middle of the floor 
Was a baby on its back 
She stepped in to the room 
And went to pick up the child 
Its flesh shimmered and disappeared
And she pulled up a handful of worms 

She woke up in the empty room 
Passed it all off as a dream 
Brought on by the grief 
She went about her day 
She goes through their photo album 
Thinks of all the things 
She wanted to say
Thinks of all the love he gave
All the plans they made 
His handsome face 
Everything taken from her 
She thinks again about dying 
Then she hears the baby crying 

So many thoughts ran through her head 
Instinctively she knew this baby was dead 
But the fear from the night before 
Wasn’t there as she walked through the door 
She didn’t know what else to do 
So she went to pick him up again 
This time his body held form 
She spoke softly to him 
Promised it would be alright 
The baby stopped crying 
She knew she wasn’t lying 
Even if she had gone mad 
She felt a little less sad  




For three months she was a mother
She tried to feed him 
She bought him toys to play with 
She clothed and changed him 
Sang childhood songs 
Held him all night long 
She read books to him 
She worried about his future 
She cared and nurtured 
Bathed him in the mornings 
Brushed his hair just right 
Even on the days she couldn’t touch him 
She did as much as she could for him 

 It was the first day of spring 
The first full sun she had seen 
She decided to go on a picnic 
Packed a single lunch 
She picked up the baby 
And took him outside 
Set him on a blanket with toys
She enjoyed her meal 
Then they both played 
The perfect sunny day 
The baby was happy 
She felt almost as good as before 
More then she dared hope for 

She stood up and started to pack up 
Movement caught her eye 
A form running from the trees 
Headed straight for the baby 
She moved as fast as she could 
Too slow to stop the attack 
But she managed to kick it back 
The baby had shimmered and lost form 
Reverted into a pile worms
Her heart sank and skipped a beat  
Before she could do anything 
The creature moved back in 
She finally got a good look at it 
 
It was a coyote with silver fur 
The light around it glowed 
“It is unnatural and must die 
So his spirit can cross to the other side” 
She was shocked to hear it talked 
She still managed to reply despite her fear 
“He deserved to live and find love 
To know the happiness I could give him 
But you killed him for no reason”
The coyote circled them 
Eyeing them with hunger 
Slowly bringing himself closer 
She prepared herself to fight 

“His spirit is still here”
Then the coyote sat down 
Stared into her eyes and soul 
“Time is short if you want to save him 
So be quite and listen 
There will be a price I charge 
It will be quite large 
That we will discuss later 
If you accept my offer 
You must do also do everything I say 
Without hesitation or questions
It will not be easy 
But I’ll help you try to save your baby”

Tears streamed down her face 
She felt out of time and space 
“Yes anything, anything to save him”
The coyote sniffed the pile of worms 
“His soul is attached to these
You must put them inside your womb 
And we will try to give him a new body”
She didn’t know why she believe the coyote 
But she did as he said 
She took the worms and put them in her womb 
The coyote started to lick her belly 
Stopping only to howl or growl 
And her belly grew and grew

Pain spread through her body and soul 
It was almost too much for her to control 
But she could feel David his name was David
She could feel him inside her 
The coyote was glowing so bright 
She didn’t even notice it was already night 
She had a moment where she knew 
She was going to die nothing she could do 
But David would survive 
“Promise me you will protect him 
I will pay you back on the other side”
Then her belly ripped open 
Dead worms littered the area 
Once last scream and then she died 
But David was there to cry 

There is a certain kind of death 
Waiting, for some of us 




Copyright © Nathan D. | Year Posted 2015


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I'm sorry, I'm a little bit autistic

I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me as I try to explain,
but it’s hard to see the world from your perspective, when I’ve only ever thought with my own brain.

It’s wired a little differently than yours is, and that can make us struggle to get on,
which I find can be especially frustrating, when it’s always me who’s told I’m in the wrong.

You’ll notice how I only said a little. You see autism is not quite absolute,
it sits along a scale and can be tricky, when the kind you have is not very acute.

Severe autism is recognised in children, and quickly diagnosed as a result,
this helps the sufferer to be accepted, and supported as they grow to an adult.

A mild case, is often more complex though, as frequently, it can go by unseen,
with the afflicted person being regarded; as arrogant and ignorant and mean.

I’m sorry if I say things you find hurtful, I truly wasn’t trying to offend,
I’ve never had much practice with conversing, as I’m not all that great at making friends.

I’m not overly skilled in holding chit chat, that casual back and forth that people do,
which for everybody else seems very natural, but for me requires too much thinking through.

At many times I just go through the motions, when saying ‘Hi’and asking ‘How’s your day?’
I’ve developed quite a talent now for acting, reciting things the world wants me to say.

And I’m sorry if I don’t quite get your humour, or get muddled up when sarcasm is used,
my mind is set to take things said as literal, and frequently can leave me quite confused.

I’ve always known that I’m a little different, until recently I never realised why,
it’s like, everyone had “social life” instructions, that when handed out had somehow passed me by.

I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me I’m trying the best I can,
and with a little time and trust and patience, I hope that you will come to understand.


Copyright © Danielle Humphreys | Year Posted 2016


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Hooked On A Feeling

That "FEELING" ...

The one that makes you believe
That everything in your life,
No matter how messed up or negative,
Is actually wonderful ...
The feeling that, for a few hours,
Chases every bad thing in your life away ...
The feeling that gives you
Endless energy to create,

Even though you know it will be followed
By some of the worst feelings
You've ever known,
And even though you know
You've got to go to work in "the real world"
In just a couple of hours ...
The feeling that is the best feeling
You've EVER experienced times 100 ...

That incredible feeling,
Only lasts for about ten months ...
Period.
It never comes back ...
EVER.
Even though it's so amazingly
Powerful and life-changing
That you chase it for years afterward,

Hoping and praying that maybe
THIS time you'll feel it again,
Even for only a minute-or-two,
Never returns.
You think sometimes that maybe,
Just MAYBE,
If you stop taking the stuff that
Gave you this feeling for a while -

Months, maybe, or even years -
And then start it up again,
That you'll go back to the beginning
And get "that" feeling -
That amazingly intense euphoria -
But the reality is you DON'T,
Not even a tiny BIT.
You see, there's this biochemical

Thing that happens with the
Receptors in your brain,
This thing called "progression",
And it basically means that
The sites in your brain
That those wonderful chemicals bonded
To in order to give you those immortal,
Invincible feelings,

Those places have been filled ...
Permanently.
Even if you stop taking
The garbage that you're so emotionally,
Mentally,
And physically dependent on,
Even if you stay off it for TWENTY YEARS
And then start up again,

You will STILL never get
That incredible feeling back.
That feeling that's so powerful that
You'd sell your soul for it,
Ruin your life for it,
Lose everything you ever cared about for it,
Offend and alienate
Everyone you love for it,

Give up your sanity and health for it,
That feeling will never,
EVER be experienced by you again,
And there's nothing you can do about it.
But you'll keep chasing it,
You'll keep hoping and praying and
Pushing the boundaries of your habit,
Just in CASE there's a one-tenth of one percent

Chance that you may feel it once more -
Even for an instant ...
And you'll keep having to take
More and more of the curse that
Flows through your veins
Just to keep from being sick,
Cuz without it you're more sick
In your mind and body than you ever imagined

Was humanly possible,
And you'll do anything to
Keep from being that sick again.
So you take more and more,
And you feel less and less,
And you hope for the chase,
And eventually your
Heart and kidneys and other organs

Can just no longer process
All the chemicals in your blood,
And have been horribly damaged by the
Years of pushing the envelope,
No matter how "used" to it you've gotten,
No matter how tolerant you've become.
Eventually there is a
Point of no return -

A point where the checks and balances
Outnumber the levels your body
Has adjusted to over the years,
And it can just no longer ...
Adjust.
For a "feeling" -
All for a feeling ...
A feeling that is so powerful

It destroys your life,
And you KNOW it's doing so,
But the "feeling" overcomes every bit
Of intelligence and common sense
That you have ever pulled together.
And when you share
This nightmare about the "feeling" with
Others, they shake their head,

Cuz how could ANYone be so stupid
As to give up everything for a goddam feeling?!?
And you know,
As they're shaking their head,
That the ONLY reason they feel that way
Is because they've never FELT the "feeling" themselves,
Cuz if they DID,
They'd be right where you are,

And you hate them for it
And love them for it
All at the same time.
If only you had never felt that feeling,
You'd be where THEY are,
Instead of on the sure and short path
To oblivion that you're on now.
All you can do is watch the world go by,

The world full of people who FEEL,
Flowing by you in Hell,
The Hell that you created
For the sake of a feeling,
The Hell where you no longer feel ANYthing,
Where you go through the motions
With an emotional condom on,
Praying and hoping that someday,

By some sort of miracle,
You'll feel SOMEthing again,
Even though you know in your heart of hearts
That you already DIED years ago.
This zombie who now wears your face
Is just buying time until the stuff
That gave you that amazing "feeling"
Comes to claim the final prize ...

It already claimed your mind
And soul and spirit and
Ambition and dreams and LIFE,
It's just waiting to take your body,
But it keeps you around
For a while to make sure you know,
And everyone ELSE knows,
The truth ...

That the price of that amazing
Feeling all those years ago,
Is the lifetime void of REAL feelings
That you WOULD have experienced if
Not for the sake of those
Ten months of intense euphoria.
And the truly SAD ...
And dark ...

And horribly insidious thing about it all?
Is that most of those
Who have felt that "feeling",
And have lost everything because of it,
Would say, in their deepest
And darkest heart of hearts,
That it ...
Was ...

WORTH it.


Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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Oliver


The truth was concealed with many branches 
as he put the shovel in the earth
With dry eyed dread he shakes his head
He's not a man to show emotion
He'll do the job, dig up ground
go through the motions,  build up the mound
before the evening sun goes down.

His wife and son are standing by
While grief swells up and tears are cried
no hidden thoughts of pride from them
They stand aside, and he begins

Beside him in the crate, homemade,
so gently he has laid the dog

Old "Oliver", ….was his best friend
who had come to them, from who knows where
and with him came a million woes
of muddy paws and ticks and fleas
of broken screens, and mother's screams
of slippers torn, and growing pains

And a love like no one understands
until they've known this kind

The truth was concealed with many branches
He wasn't a man to show emotion
He motions them to come, and bring
a worn-out shoe, a toy or two
to lay within the earthly loam

And then beneath the chestnut tree 
He puts the crate into the grave
then shovels dirt again…

He walks away….he cannot speak
another word today



_____________________________________________________
8/9/16
For Contest: "Camouflage Me A Poem"
Sponsor: Broken Wings


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016


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We Are Who They Thought We Were

- I take a step back to reflect. Fecal matter storms a reality check in to the mental hotel of chaos. In utter disorder; rationality eludes us. Cluelessly, we are insane—on a temporary leave of absence. Senselessly numb; simply, simple... Obsolete and discreet, keeping eyes down low. Hidden from the world; we stick out like sore thumbs. An overwhelming sense of paranoia takes wheel; who's driving? Slippery when wet; we slide. Uncontrollably... Unmistakeable, but make no mistake. Masks that we wear are transparent; fooling only some. High strung like the strings of an old banjo, our dirty laundry is airing out. The presence of stains shout out secrecy in whispers, silently broken. We enable auto pilot and go through the motions; subtly coded from paranoia. This ride becomes turbulent. Lightning strikes and in a flash, real gets real. Feelings of panic offset stabity. Balance forced to recollect. Frantically scrambling to find our lost librium. Playing cards that we repeatedly deal out ourselves, it's time to go manual. Reality delivers a stunning right hook; drawing first blood. Dazed and confused, fight or flight mode sets in. Voices of criticism echo in our heads. Self doubt secures confidence with an iron fist. Insanity begins it's never ending rant, as we argue amongst ourselves. Our worst nightmares become reality. At this moment it becomes impossible to deny. We are who they thought we were. 


Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016


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One more drink

I cannot stop missing  you 
I sit here night after night 
with the wine glass in hand 
the bottle half gone 
every day it takes a little more 
just to ease the nauseating pain 
your gone that is my reality 
there is nothing that I can say 
nothing that I can do 
your simply gone 
I hear the rumors every now and again 
and silently hope 
they are just that 
rumors
I dont think that I can handle 
any more blunt reality 
time has passed, 
they say time will heal all wounds 
yet I still hurt 
I hurt as much today 
as I did then 
I try to find ways 
just to cope with the pain 
I lose myself 
I get lost in the wine 
drunk with pain and sorrow 
friends have told me to let you go 
easier said then done 
I try to put on a great show 
cant let them see how damaged I really am 
so I smile and go through the motions 
of day to day life 
but when it is me 
and only me
 I let the tears fall like rain
and wait for the wine to take away the pain  





Copyright © rebecca travis | Year Posted 2008


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Complicated

You know what sort of intrigues me,
What I find is just a tiny bit cheesy?
It’s when someone asks you, in one word,
To accurately describe him or her.
 
Have you ever asked this?
I have in the past, yes, I confess
Then I think about it now, and how absurd it is
Feel free to disagree, it’s not my business…
 
See, a human being is not like a doll
In which one word, its trademark, can sum it all
You cannot expect someone to know you
When you yourself have no clue.
 
When you look to the unseen, take closer looks:
Describing you would take tens of books
If you took the time and contemplated
You would see that you are, in fact, quite complicated.
 
You might smile and laugh, while despairing inside
You might eagerly socialize when you just want to hide
You could act humble and noble while your ego really swells
You may look focused and concerned while your thoughts away dwell.
 
You might’ve once felt doubt, yet people admired you
So you convinced yourself you’re on the right path, too
You don’t need to think, cuz they do the thinking for you
Of your own intentions, you really don’t have a clue.

You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this
Or if I’m going anywhere at all in this reminisce 
Truth of the matter is, I’m just Aya Salah: one with a knack
To spill her thoughts on paper when her brain jam-packs.
 
See, we all have our flaws, we all make mistakes
It takes courage to face them, to do what it takes
For how will one recognize them, to erase and step forward
If one doesn’t know where he is in his own little world?
 
Do your words portray a distant reality
That doesn’t quite fit your personality?
Or does your heart display different emotions
Than what you claim to feel as you go through the motions?
 
And yet we ask of others, outsiders of our souls
To put a word, a label to ourselves, that enhance our egos
As if their approval is all that we need and miss
Because really, no one expects their friends to answer with a diss.
 
I’m rambling on as usual, with no purpose in mind
So I’ll end with a few wise words of mine:
When asked to be described in one word, it’s best stated:
“You and me both… we’re complicated.”


Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013


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New Face

Taking a moment to reflect on the past,                
Bringing forth love and forgiveness at last,          
The choice is ultimately yours to choose,
In this case, He can only show you the right thing to do,
The difference is this is really not from the old,
What was written then before Jesus was born,
Some stories of old showing what not to do,
Before what was known better, before the new,
One brother not knowing whom the other was,
Until our God brought forth the love of his Son,
God took the calamity and set it straight,
Jesus changed their perspectives to love the right way,
To be stuck in the old only focused on can't,
With limited eyesight they could not see born again,
When the story of old comes to an end,
The new can break free to love again,
It was never a waste to go through the motions,
Because it changes our hearts not to go on a notion,
Fear can hold us away from who God made us to be,
Until Jesus came back to set our hearts free,
This time around we won't forget each others faces,
For God's love will overpower and ultimately replaces.


Copyright © cortney bartholomew | Year Posted 2015


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LOVE STORY

LET’S FALL IN LOVE
 

Your venom is contagious
Spoken words outrageous
Your attitude...ungracious
 
Sobriety
Not part of your society
I guard you quietly
Curious of when you would notice me
 
I go through the motions
Of being your love potion
I sacrifice it all
Just for a notion
 
I forgive your disrespect
I disregard your neglect
Your dismissal of me
It’s all suspect
 
Baby Mamma
Brought so much drama
Emotional wombs caused trauma
Where there should be a period
There is a comma
 
Let me be your intoxication
Falling in love would be our motivation
We have to rectify the situation
By letting go of yesterday’s lesson
 
©2014


Copyright © SHERRY BECK | Year Posted 2016


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This Girl This Boy

This girl was shy
This girl was introverted
This girl was afraid
This girl felt alone most of the time
A few close friends were her saving grace

This boy was active
This boy was wired
This boy was different
This boy felt alone most of the time
God was his saving grace.

This girl played sports
This girl studied hard
This girl made no enemies
This girl loved to write
The pen was her instrument for expression

This boy was awkward
This boy got by
This boy was involved with his church
This boy loved to be on stage
Acting and debate were his means of expression

This girl had dreams
This girl had hopes
This girl had fears
This girl followed her friends to college

This boy had dreams
This boy had hopes
This boy had fears
This boy followed his father into the military

While this girl was coming out of her shell
This boy was learning survival methods
While this girl was exploring dating
This boy was fathering a baby 
While this girl was experiencing her first failure
This boy was trying to stay alive in the Persian Gulf

This girl grew into a well-educated, mature, but very lost woman
This boy grew into a well rounded, divorced, military father
Shortly after they met, this woman and man pledged their love for each other

This woman fell in love with this man’s confidence, humor, and sincerity
This man fell in love with this woman’s beauty, compassion, and wit
This woman and this man vowed to spend the rest of their lives together

This man made promises
This woman believed in him
This man made more promises
This woman began to doubt him

This couple communicated well
This couple shared deep truths
This couple was honest with each other,
but not with themselves

This couple had good intentions
This couple loved their family
This couple lived beyond their means
This couple began to perish

This woman had lost her husband
This man had lost his wife
This couple was determined not to lose their friendship
This couple was focused on the happiness and well being of their children

This couple would not simply “go through the motions”
This couple would be honest with each other and themselves
This couple would work as a team for the first time in their lives
This couple would be happy living apart

This couple would always love each other



Copyright © Bronwen Balmos | Year Posted 2010


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When The Clouds Caved In

There cannot be happiness in the absence of freedom
So before me lie limp my shackled hands
Bruised and battered
Imprints of illustrious patterns
Disguising my fading fingerprints
I hear the sprinkle of rain, see the sparkle of thunder
I wish both would collide and shatter my window
An angel with a broken halo peers inside
And speaks softly to me
in a hushed and gentle voice
Powerful and graceful as Niagara

YOU'RE IN THE SAME PLACE YOU WERE ONCE BEFORE
I knew this would happen eventually I left unfinished tattoos on my skin I go through the motions religiously I cant cease to stay awake I cant sleep and I don't know why I followed every damn instruction But the tempest wouldn't move, its wheels wouldn't turn The sweat of my brow turns to dust in my eye If i could cry i would With rotting dirt tracing my lashes Why do i want to remember The children as they laugh to themselves Playgrounds with rusting equipment That just refuse to collapse Just as my love for you dies slowly But delays it's final words and fade away forever I will destroy EVERYTHING that breathes and smiles Because my day dreams aren't what they were before What they're meant to be What I want them to be I turn a deaf ear to the whispers Darling, it was you who was wrong And before prejudiced eyes i stand trial Anxious, nervous, waiting Bang, bang, bang Like echoing firearms dispersing their seed in steel boxes Three knocks of the oak wood gavel, my fate is sealed Yours is my burden to carry Even though you've forgotten I still tread on dying flowers Alas, out of the winter she came Atop of a donkey with a horses name The dancers spun neatly beside her Knowing too well who she was What she was capable of And the constellation of stars she came to spoil The red sea parted to save a people But the Atlantic swallowed me up The frogs croaked in the distance The lions made peace with the lambs And I knew for certain that my soul still lay dormant beside hers I hit my chest now and then My heart beats too loud I still remember the cold shivers And that sinking feelings When i heard you had already passed through the dark I'd ask for your help, for directions But i know if my hand were to brush yours again That moment would never be lost It'd be replayed spitefully in my mind over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over Much like before, As much as now .


Copyright © River Anton | Year Posted 2009


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No Replacement

Every day
I go through the motions
as best as I can,
but, the days are still too long.

Every night
I go to bed with notions
that sleep will be easy,
but, the nights are too short.

Every time
I invent some options,
they prove once again they can never
replace you and your love.

Every knight
on land and in the oceans
has his one true lady
for whom there is no replacement...

...for this humble knight, that lady is You.


Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2011


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MY GLASS OF WINE

The days go by slowly
The hours are endless
I go through the motions
My actions are since less
Put on a smile
Like an actress on stage
Faking my happiness
Gets easier with age
The sun on my face
The wind in my hair
Feet in the sand
I haven’t a care
Glass in my hand
The color of red
An endless supply
I'm dreaming... or dead?
I wake with a start
Alone in my bed
Another ordinary day
I simply do dread
The day will come
I will bide my time
I’ll live by the ocean
With my glass of wine……


Copyright © Laura Ann | Year Posted 2011


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The worm Of Introspection

The entrails of your thoughts are gleaned,
spread out on the canvas of your life.
Sorted, culled, stacked and cleaned,
ready for the worm of introspection to arrive.

Leaving a trail of raw emotions,
wriggling in, to see what can twist.
Intellectually, you go through the motions,
while life takes shots at your pride with a fist.

Strength, once yours, leaves you bare,
against the truth of what you see.
Nothing is left that you can share,
for your no longer who you use to be.



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Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011


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A Rooster's Song


Neighbor and rooster
shared company with pride
when the shadow stepped in
with no ceremony 
and swung the scythe.
Death came with pain
searing the chest
and mind with knowledge
of the beginning and end
and of waste with
the flicker of solace
that he was a man
for all seasons,
seeing strangely, 
the face of Fidel Castro.


His wife missed him
after forty-five minutes
and went to the coup
to find him lifeless,
his jaw set with defiance,
eyes wide with grief
as Pavarotti finishing
Nessun Dorma.
Vincero! Vincero!
Victory at last. 


“No!” She exploded in tears.
“It was not your time!”
She wailed.
 “Mother?”
The daughter shouted.
“Call 911!”  She screamed.
She lunged and pressed
his face to her huge breasts,
to resurrect manhood 
in the technique of the past. 
The rooster strutted
shifting his opaline eyes
in all directions.
Their castle stood ornate 
for the golden years, 
light everywhere,
with dinner in the oven.
The street spun 
in blue and red
as a siren moaned.
I came over and saw the 
straight line migrating
across the heart monitor
and again without a spike.
“There is no heart beat.”
The voice was matter of fact.
She became calm in disbelief.
“He was a great guy,” I told her.
She stared like she didn't know me.

They wheeled him out 
and I followed the gurney.
“What do you need?”
The fireman was annoyed.
“I'm the neighbor.”
The only one to see him off
as heart massage was performed
to go through the motions –
tradition in Pennsylvania --
where people are allowed 
to die. 
I looked into his face
expecting him to sit up
and say something 
as his white belly
jiggled in the moonlight.

He was a good neighbor, 
the Pope of the neighborhood,
sharing a porch with others
sitting out albeit 
with pronouncements.
“Get off that ladder you old fool!”
He yelled at me a week ago.
Who's calling who old now?
Ha Ha. I remembered things.
He brought me a plate from
his Labor Day bar-b-cue 
and Memorial day bar-b-cue.
I labored mightily
through that soul food
of hard pork chops and stiff
macaroni and cheese. 
I remembered him 
using the word “neighbor”
as a verb.


I ate much yogurt 
and many apples 
for a few weeks
and read Deuteronomy 
for rules to live by.
Acquiring knowledge,
I felt filthy 
as the rooster crowed
at 5 AM.


Copyright © Peter Kautsky | Year Posted 2017


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Shades Of Life.

Opening your eyes each day 
Hoping for that something new
We just go through the motions
Of life and things we do.

Same old streets we walk along
Faces have no smiles
We but keep on walking
The days turn into miles.


I wish to turn a corner
Where sunshine warms my face
Ill feel fulfilled and happy
Where habit has no place.

People say, your just depressed 
It takes time to renew
Feelings of a better time
When days were not so blue.

The shades of living they can change 
A  little bit each day
From misty charcoal.black the sky
Where blue will conquer grey....

                                 S Sanlon.



Copyright © sharon sanlon | Year Posted 2007


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My Dad

I miss you
But I always do
I still wish 
I could Hear you voice

My heartaches
Its dad's day again
I go through the motions
Wishing I had a choice

Comfort never comes
Even though I know
You are home
Where you belong

I hold my breathe
And close my eyes
Praying God
Will make me strong

There so much
I need to say
I go to your grave
For the pain to go away

Another long talk
If I'm quit I can hear
Your voice finally say
Everthing will be okay


Copyright © Laura Ann | Year Posted 2011


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Once that fat lady has sung

I talked to God to find a way to maintain the beast in me. Struggling to hold onto my last bit of decency. Just looking for him to shed some light upon my darkest hour. Wise words told me to find a higher power. I'm laying low and can't achieve any highs. Life puts me into predicaments and I have no answers to why. I go through the motions, holding back all emotions, until I feel like I'm floating. Hot headed and absent minded. Can't find common ground. What I've found is a lack of love and I can't feel or hear the sound. Senseless because I'm numb. Dumbfounded, but far from dumb. I chose to believe in victory, but I've lost all I've won. I resort to the beast in me and howl to the moon once the night has begun. And all morality will be done once that fat lady has sung.


Copyright © m.n.i.w m.n.i.w | Year Posted 2015


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So Many

So many people I love.
So many people I've lost.
So many hurt
So many gone.

Bye bye for now, at least that's what I'm told, but it doesn't hurt any less when the people you love you no longer can hold.
Taken away to a better place.
See you soon! 

So many people you've lost.
So many feelings inside.
Makes you wonder if it's okay to hide.
Just for a while. Away from sympathetic smiles. You'll be back soon. It'll be okay.

So many hurt.
Tongues don't know how to say the right things when their brain is pulled by so many strings.
Just go through the motions. You'll come back soon.

So many gone.
So many have left for that place and you're just here like 'see you soon, right?'
But you never know. 
Where did they go? Where will I go? 
But even still, so many here.

Maybe one day we'll see each other.
Hugs will be on the house.
Tears will stream, but different than before. 
It once was an ocean of tears vast and never ending, but maybe with someone to help hug it out, it'll turn into a ocean with an ending.

So many to love,
So many to lose,
So many to heal,
So many to say bye to.

It's never over, but this is life.
So many four letter words that cause strife.
But for right now, the strife is all we see and when we get better (and have those free hugs we were promised) we'll see the joy they truly bring. We'll dance again, even sing. Maybe we'll be happy and smile up to heaven and say 'see you soon'.


Copyright © Savannah McFarland | Year Posted 2014


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Reunion

I wake and look out of the window,
The damp, grey mist reflecting my mood.

I wash, I dress, I go through the motions,
Then I walk, head down, to meet my fate.

My chest heavy with fear.
My heart thumping.

The fog is lifting and the sun is breaking through.
I lift my head and my fate is sealed.

She is there. And she is smiling.


Copyright © lola barron | Year Posted 2012


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Alone

I talked to your daddy today,
he said felt he’d lost his way. 
He said no one except me knew how he felt.

Through tears he said,
I know we got to go on but it’s so hard.
I whispered I know, I couldn’t said it better myself

I miss you so much -  more than words can say
You’re on my mind and in my heart every day.
I go through the motions of life,
but I don’t know which way to go.

Where do I turn?  You are gone, 
I feel lost and alone!
You are gone. 
I feel lost and alone.


Copyright © Tricia Forbes | Year Posted 2015