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A Near Death Experience of A Sweetheart

 
"A Near-Death Experience of A Sweetheart" Floating through a corridor between two different Worlds among white fluffy clouds and shimmering stars awhile wind unfurls racing into darkness: destination to death's door living in a heavenly kingdom ... forevermore ... Traveling through deep tunnel as cold fingers touch walls of blackened essence creating thoughts to clutch quickly toward a bright white light of peace my soul and spirit being experienced soft release ... Rushing to a Paradise, landing on streets of gold seeing the Face of God so clearly to behold longing to embrace my dear departed family loved ones who had gone before to their final destiny ... Their captivating smiles excited my soul sharing love once more as was in their earthly roll but a huge white Angel stood between my track he spoke mentally "child of God you must go back. And yet, I was not sad but happy to have seen my precious treasured relatives cuddled by Supreme Being why? I questioned must I return to Planet Earth? Angel responed not your time to stay your purpose unfulfilled for God to cherish every day ... Suddenly transported through the tunnel smelling flowers a jorney taking minutes but feeling like hours and soon the sights and sounds ignited quiet hospital room while my loved ones endured possibility of doom ... My husband was squeezing my hand so tight I felt his love as my children sobbed so loud praying to above my eyes opened wide as I inhaled a breath escaping to my body while I avoided Death ... This near-death experience was an inspiration for another realm exists in utter fascination for now the message lives to enjoy both love and life have no fear for death is harmless and erases strife ... Hover close to God and always give Him thankxxx through trials and tribulations He relieves all angst Treasure every moment and anticipate the end a beutiful place is waiting reuniting family and friends ... Kisses and hugs replaced those solitary tears knowing what lies ahead extinguishes all fears please celebrate the gift of life in grateful attitude Eternity is awesome with unending interlude ...


Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2013

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- Just Be Grateful -


Praying for the day I meet  heaven 
You being there sharing this moment
In paradise here I come with open arms 

Listening to the song of a magical lullaby
I will bathe in your teardrops love 
That special place drowns in a sea of roses

Kissing gently the eyes that they fall from
Our time must flow in ceaseless praise
Salted everyone in your deep beauty shines amazing  grace 

A piece of your heart's dreams 
fantasies and love sails away in a treasure pearl
Spices of the soul I surrender to your drops

Falling from a great height like summer rain
All of the things that make us who we are
Softly as they run a river gently down the face






Unrhymed tercet 
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  08.08.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015



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Tissue Box

like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come 

dozens came with casseroles
a few with flowers, wads of tissues
tender words of helpless mutterings
many acts of generous offerings

don't get me wrong, I watched the suffering
expressed in words or acts of kindness
I watched it all, and felt the love
did not dismiss the warm compassion
returned it all, with pure compliance
a thankful heart, a swollen throat

I hugged these strangers at the door
to comfort them, who shed their tears
upon my shoulder, offered them
a place to share their sympathies
a place to spend their mercy, pure

                but, this was my child who loved and lost
                impossible........I can't express it

protected from the very start, by
loving hands, her dad's and mine, 
we watched her grow, and let her go
she grew from the vine ....into a rose
but life composed a tragedy, with goals
beyond our reach...beyond belief
beyond our wildest dreams
and left her with a loss beyond control

like visitors from outer space, we watch
as others come, and others go
they blow into their tissue wads
and empty the boxes one by one
and cry with us,  and then they all go home...

do we cry........?  Oh no, not yet...
instead we smile a grateful smile
and thank them kindly for the while
and for the ways they share their love
but we can't cry into our own clenched wad
of tissue from the tissue box
she needs us to be strong, somehow
and so that is the way it is, we vow...to hold back all the tears for now


                for, this was my child who loved and lost
                impossible........I can't express it
      __________________________________________





4/12/13


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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this was me

it began so innocently
we exchanged ideas on poetry
his art, the suffering he endured
he preyed upon my compassion
as he meticulously bided his time...

i felt safe as we expressed
our mutual love of words
i was excited, i was learning,
unbeknowst to me, i was his prey..

many months and thousands of hours, 
talking, reaffirmed my trust; faith in him
he shared his life, triumps & tragedies
i supported all he desired for himself..

i understood, i felt his pain, 
his drive i admired, he overcame tremedous odds,
became a doctor so others would not suffer as he had;
he baited me; the innocent and naieve one.

living life with no regret,
i chose to take a leap of faith,
he guided me, alleviated my fears,
of promises to cherish and adore me..

as a tiger waits patiently to pounce on his prey
i was oblivious to his hatred inside,
he was a master of manipulation
his mission - to destroy me..

i felt he was worth giving 
up all i knew to build a life
he so lovingly described to me,
little did i know, his words - poison..

america bound i left everything i knew; i loved.
the terror of his drunken rages, his icy silence,
the cruelty of his words stung like red hot coals.
what he admired most about me,intensified his hatred.

the vacancy in his eyes was terrifying, 
i was alone in a strange country, 
knowing no one, in a house, not a home, 
full of tension, rage, abuse; numb and in shock;
this was my reality..

with each painstaking day of living in terror
dreading his arrival, my fear reached new heights;
i had enough; i was leaving.
his rage increased, his words pure venom..

i was numb, shaking, fear drove me to action
he became desperate, i did not sleep 
for fear of never waking, his actions so terrifying
i felt a strength within, empowering me..

planning my escape, fear became my ally,
i reached the airport and did not stop shaking
until safely on the plane, doors shut, 
moving down the runway to take-off;
i wept, i crumbled, i collapsed.

jubilantly at home, i felt peace, safe, 
and soaked in the beauty of my freedom; my home.
it has been six weeks; i have flashbacks, 
terror still haunts me; i am determined 
to not let another change me.

i am healing and am grateful for every
moment i smile, smell a flower, witness
the marvel of each sunrise and sunset.
i am a blessed girl.

~this was me~ 


Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2007

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Guardian Angel

Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.

It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm sun's rays peaked through leaves
amidst the trees, by sidewalk streets.

Her school bag in hand, preoccupied
"Don't step on a crack or on a line
keep to the spaces, and you'll be fine."

And so she played the sidewalk game
until a call was heard, from mother dear
across the street, her voice so clear.

Without a thought, she ran to meet
her mother, yet she was unaware
of a speeding car, out of nowhere.

The vehicle descended fast
upon the child, on that center divide
within a split second, she could die.

And then, a supernatural event
as forces, unforeseen, took place
a split second, she flew to the sidewalk, safe.

This little girl had turned, was lifted up  
then gently placed, she had escaped
was gathered by angel's arms, embraced.
 
My mother saw it all, before her very eyes
her child, rescued, by a miracle that day
and I, the little girl, am grateful I was saved.




Written on 10/6/2015 


Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015

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Poetry Soup Kitchen

-Poetry Soup Kitchen-

Grab your aprons and spoon
Today we will not think of the stars and the moon,

Open your eyes, be grateful for all we have
Together we can paint the world
In any which way we desire

Let's give, live and celebrate the New Year
Poetry Soup Style
Happy New Year 
2015


By:PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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Soulmate Love

To Timothy Lee, The Best of Me
Finding love is our unsure heart’s goal as edged on by our confident souls. Some journey through life with love as their primary dream, only to give up after giving all to failures’ torturous theme. They may watch their constant dream unfold, but cannot befriend the lonely, dark hole that mocks the intentions of their soul. For many, ‘tis when heart hopes completely dim that fate itself delivers the right her or him. When true love is meant to be, it shall appear and reward every lonely, unfulfilled tear.
When true love wraps you in its infinite folds, there is nowhere else you will need or wish to go.
When you truly love someone, you hold their dreams inside your prayers and lay stepping stones to assist them there. Grateful for the long awaited task, you let love toss every mask you ever faked for romance’s sake. Each past pretense may now relax, disappear and never come back, for true love loves your truth and would never wish to see you subdued. Real love wraps around the you that your life really grew. Love grants the finest gift, a present of loving arms embracing all of you, not despite, but, because their heart knows all of you. Freely and without hesitation, you give your body, heart, spirit, secrets and possessions, confident none will ever be used as emotional weapons. No matter any day’s design, love soothes all away when at night you lay entwined. True love is two who mutually fulfill emotional needs, heeds fears to see them eased and nurses hurts that may otherwise bleed. Even in silence, love’s communication and awareness are at its finest. When alone, at home, such love is happily content for together time never ceases being time joyously spent. When one is weak, one stays strong, for two in love alter leaning and being leaned on. Each the other seeks to please for your love’s smile gives back pleasurable degrees. When in love, such smiles become your heart’s feed. After time spent apart, love seeks and finds its prize in the other’s loving eyes.
When love is of truth’s seed, two breaths become a single heartbeat, pulsing as one, dual, soul-deep need.
... CayCay Jennings October 10, 2016


Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016

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Gathering of the Golden Girls - Soup Convention

Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
     Convention is underway
     Michael has something to say
He opens our meeting with a fable
 
It’s about a tortoise that beats a hare
Some of the “fast writers” begin to glare
     Joyce, Francine and Barbara know
     It takes time for verse to grow
We’re the queens of rewriting; this we swear
 
Iolanda’s introduced to read her book
“Lava of my Soul,” no gobbledygook
     We’re mesmerized by each line
     At the end we toast with wine
Joyce says, “Now those words took some time to cook.”
 
It’s Karen’s turn to read “Silent Whispers”
We see tears falling into John’s whiskers
     “Tears of joy,” Francine exclaims
     For Karen’s Best Seller fame
Applause rings out from grateful listeners
 
After the “meet and greet” it’s nearly dawn
The crowd starts to thin as our comrades yawn
     Joyce, Francine call it a night
     But Barbara still sits upright
We two remain when most others are gone
 
One poet called us “Late Night Cockroaches”
This indignity did not encroach us 
     We call ourselves “LNCs”
     Awake in wee hours with ease
Waiting for our princes to approach us
 
That’s when the James Brothers draw near
Peranteau and Fraser, to make it clear
     With two erotic writers
     LNCs pull “all nighters”
Knowing that we can propose; it’s Leap Year!
 
 
*Entry for Michael’s “A Table of Four” contest
At my table: Carolyn Devonshire
Joyce Johnson
Francine Roberts
Barbara Gorelick
 




Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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Hot Chocolate, Coffee and Tea




    I sure                                                    even
  love                                                        a cup
   my                            Cuz'                             of a
     hot                                 on                              hot
        choc                                  the                          sweet
          olate                                   week                      tea. I
          in the                                  ends                   crave
          cold                                I do                    the 
        winter                           like                   sugar
      days.                        a nice                in my
       I need                    cup                     belly
        the sweet                 of                       with
          taste but               coff                        some
              only on               ee                           toast
                  week                or                            and
                     days.                                               jelly


                               
      DRINKING  HOT CHOCOLATE, COFFEE AND HOT TEA, BRINGS
        REFRESHING MOMENTS OF SINCERE CLARITY. I INVITE MY
          MOTHER OVER EVERY TUESDAY MORNING, SOMETIMES
            SHE SHOWS UP WITHOUT ANY WARNING. SUNDAYS
            BEFORE CHURCH HOT CHOCOLATE I EMBRACE AND
            ALWAYS GET MARSHMALLOWS ON MY LIPS AND ON / / / /
            MY FACE. FORGIVE ME IF I SOUND STRANGE WHEN         / / /
            I SAY I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THESE BEVERAGES, I          / / /
            ABSOLUTELY CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT REFRESHMENTS          / / /
            MY THROAT MAY START TO HAEMORRHAGE! I EVEN           / /
            DRINK COFFEE AT NIGHT BEFORE BED AND YET MY          / / 
            BODY COMFORTABLE AND AT EASE IS MY HEAD. IF         / /
            I DIED TODAY I HAVE BUT ONLY ONE WISH, TO BE       / / 
            BURIED WITH MY FAVORITE CUP AND CHINA DISH.     / /
           IF THERE'S ONE THING I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED  / /
          FOR IS THAT AFTER I DRINK COFFEE I ALWAYS WANT
         MORE! WHEN THE DAY BEGINS AND NIGHT STARTS TO
         FADE I'LL BE GRATEFUL FOR THE AWESOME SWEET TEA
         I MADE. PLEASE ONE MORE SUGAR IN MY HOT COFFEE!


March 8, 2017



                                                                                  
                      


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017

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Thank You

Another beautiful day has come to a close putting on my royal blue silken pajamas I call to my sweet one come take hold of my outstretched hand. We bow our heads and thank Him. Lord thank you for another terrific day for allowing the sun to rise up and shine thank you for warm gentle breezes that allowed us to fly our kites bringing so many bubbly smiles on our children Thank you dear Lord for the flowing stream and the wildflowers we saw along the way in our hunt for frogs and turtles. Thank you Lord for the food that we ate and the air that we breathed. It was such an exhilarating day. Thank you Lord for all the joy you bring the song of love you allow me to sing Thank you for bringing into my life a most beautiful soul, for gorgeous and happy children, and for making our lives whole So much to be grateful for dear Lord but none of my humble words are ever enough to praise you. Dear Lord It's my time to beg now So dont go away just yet I beg you for forgiveness for any harm I might have caused to my sister, or my brother to my working colleagues or any other I beg forgivness for all the times I choose the pleasure of darkness over what is really the bright side of life. Dear Lord, make men better husbands and make me a good wife. Dear Lord I beg you let not envy, power, success nor selfishness steal the purpose of my living and of what is right. Make me a better person Lord Help me choose You as my guide Let me be a faitful being to those who are in burden Help me to do little things everyday little things that make a difference to those i love, and those who pass my way Let me be a lending ear Let my smile relieve some pain Let me be at least one colour of the rainbow in their loneliness, in tearful rain Dear lord may those I meet in every street recognize I am Your own, not from my words but from my kindred deeds Last but not least, fill my heart with blissful grace as I share this serene night with the one you chose for me the one who has the most angelic face. Together Lord we thank you


Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2015

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Soul Travel


To travel amidst the evening stars
Forever mesmerized by their light...
As visions enter my sleepy head
I marvel my interstellar flight.

The universe is mine to explore
In ethereal bands without Time;
Without earth's constraints of gravity
My expansion has become sublime.

I view with a great epiphany
How extremely minuscule we are
In the grandeur of our galaxy
When measured by a projective star.

My body awaits in restful pose
As I return with the speed of thought
Entering in my physical self
So grateful for answers I have sought.

(c) Connie Marcum Wong 
1-15-2017 N/A

Travel Light Contest
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann

*Soul Travel:
Soul Travel transcends astral or mind travel, and rote prayer, elevating one into profound spiritual areas. Whenever Soul reaches the far orbits of the inner planes through Soul Travel, the human heart opens to God's all-consuming love.
—Harold Klemp, 


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

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LIFE IN ETERNITY

LIFE IN ETERNITY*


1.

The cheerful trumpet of miraculous life, imperatively sounded in 
My mother’s life-giving womb,
Heralding with its melodic tune another animation: MINE!
And as my innocent infantile heart was provoked by
The challenging divine call, 
Started beating tenderly in the rhythm of never-dying cosmos
Thus making me ALIVE!  

2.

The promising sound was still ringing in my delicate ears, singing the 
Marvelously hopeful song of life, 
When a sound of a Second trumpet, similar to the first, filled with 
Its melancholic tune my tiny world, announcing the
Coming of calamitous death thus condemning me to DIE!

3.
 
LIFE and DEATH beside me they stood facing each-other, 
Tenderly holding my hands and claiming me as their child,
Life was the first to whisper into my ears promises so many:
She talked to me about joy, happiness, love and procreation,
About thousands of other things that she would like to offer, 
Only a favor she asked in return- to be hers and only hers
Forever! 

4.

When death heard what life said, didn’t make any sound
Only sardonically smiled at her first and then to me
Emphatically declared:
“The cup of joy you can never drink before you empty that
Of sorrow’s
And no matter what life tells you, in the end you will be 
My very own.”

5.

That’s the way my trip in this ephemeral world began
With vigorous life leading and tracing the promising way
While death kept following her, just a few steps behind,
Patiently waiting to catch up with her pace
But, 
As years were passing fast one after the other
Death was approaching her rapidly each and every day
So the fight they had begun so many years ago
Relentless war now becomes with life still the winner 

6.

Yet the ill-fated day of my death came to my great surprise
As life’s iron grasp of my hand, had lost its strength and vigor
And that of death’s had gained much power and might,
In vain I cried for life’s help for she had lost the battle 
So, the eager hands of death I felt around my skeleton waist
Violently squeezing me with all their force and main,
Ready to extinguish they are my very last spark of life  
And as the shrilling wind of death, is howling throughout my body
I fall motionless, breathless, DEAD and over the ground remain

7.

Yet, I am still here, just hovering all over my inanimate body,
Surprised! Confused! Bewildered, nevertheless EXISTING!
With no hands, no arms, no legs, no head or any other organ,
Just pure thought, pure consciousness, pure light, in other words 
A SOUL

8. 

Now, to those of you who many tears of sorrow shed
For my sake
One thing I have to ask: Rejoice for I am truly alive
Dead was I certainly, when among you existed
Therefore, your grief for me should turn to great joy
If you do not want me to pity you and delay my flight

9.

Death, you are my savior, my friend my ally
Thank you for delivering me from agony and pain
From space, time, ignorance, ignominy, injustice
And most of all, I thank Thee for the eternal life


10

Impatient my soul now becomes, yearns to fly away
Far from human misery and every other worry 
The only thought that exists deep down in my soul  
Is to trace back its steps to its celestial home

11.

Now, I fly uninterruptedly, I am on my way
As the shining bright stars illumine my road
The road of accomplishment, attainment and glory
Ah, there at last I see the ever dazzling light
The gates of eternity to open for me wide
And God Himself to look at me with His ever blazing eyes
Calling to hurry forward and with Him unite

12

Instantly I disappear in a universe of sacred light
Joyful, happy,  jubilant, ecstatic, ever-blissful 
And become one with the ONE, immortal everlasting 
Radiating with holiness, enraptured with grace
A ray of divinity encompassing the COSMOS


Oh, how grateful I am to you DEATH my LIBERATOR!



©Demetrios Trifiatis
16 DECEMBER 2013


*Wrote this poem for the passing on of a thirteen-year-old girl! 


**Because of its length I was unable to post this poem in one piece for I was not a
member for life at that time therefore I published it in two parts as: Choreography of Life 
and as Death My Liberator. Here is the entire poem as it was originally written with minor 
changes.

***Myself, have thrice crossed swords with death and have felt his breath on my neck!
    With God's grace though I am still here!




Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013

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My Angel in Disguise- Tribute to FJ Thompson

She saw my pain and gifted me a crown
and named me Queen when I felt like a clown
She sent her gift cross the many miles
And wreathed my teary face in rainbow smiles

She knew what words and rhymes all mean to me
And so she gifted joy to poetry
A chance to add an image to my rhyme
And write of life and what makes it sublime

She left this place for she could not abide
discrimination’s sneer; it touched her pride
But she came back for me in time of need
When others brought me down, my heart she freed

In every line she writes my heart can trace
The beauty of an angel filled with grace

For Silent One's Tribute Contest
Revised August 6, 2015

F J (Flo) Thompson is a woman I admire with my whole heart. Some of you may know the story of how she named me Queen and wrote a poem about my kingdom here on the Soup. Knowing the sensitivity of my heart, she sent me a tiara and hair decorations in the mail all the way here to lift my spirits.  She gifted me my first Premium Membership and now….a year later, she gifted me the second one along with a Lifetime Membership. I discovered that she anonymously gifted others Premium Memberships as well.  Friends like this are so rare and precious. I’m overwhelmed as I write. I love being able to add photos to my poems and being able to blog. People don’t know what joy I find in writing. FJ knows. She’s my angel in disguise. I’m forever grateful. I love her poetry because of the strength of passion and conviction with which she writes. 


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Love Truth

Why do you love me...
she asks with purple pause on her breath
and lips anxious for that all consuming kiss of truth...

I love you because my heart can only speak your name
my mouth can't move without your sensual song,
in my mind you are the Mistress of romantic secrets
on my body I feel the marks of your dominance, 
in my dreams I see the ageless Goddess you are to me
that girl of limitless promise,
in you I see the best beauty of my Mother
her perseverance and protection of love,
I love you steadfastly
because your I.Q. stands for Incomparable Queen,
I love you religiously
because you are my ideal woman
wild...demanding...giving...punishing
you won't allow me to wallow in false satisfaction,
refusing to let me stray into helpless heartbeats,

I know that I love you because I cannot say Goodbye...
I ask you with grateful pride,
Why do you love me...
with pleasure poised on an open smile you say...
I love you because you have the touch of an angel...

J.A.B.


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015

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Lessons Learned from Trees

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

                                                             ~A Rambling Poet~



A canopy of trees
filters the sun for me,
and I am grateful...
For I do not feel like 
having the rays glare
in my eyes today,
in a brooding mood I am.

The earth is damp,
drunken with dew,
seemingly commiserating
with me

I lay myself down,
jagged rocks beneath me
--cutting, rough--
and I welcome it
For it grounds me,
a reminder
that not everything 
is sunlight and blooms

I sink in my darkness
and close my eyes
to dwell in it and drown,
just sighing

For an eternity,
I am mired with
muck and moss in my mind,
thoughts eroding
to nothingness

...until I open my eyes
to Wonderment

The trees above me 
stand tall and proud
in their radial glory,
the sun just
breaking through,
shimmering, dappling
my cold being

Leaves gilt with light
blink back in awe
and I am floored,
blanketed by warmth
of hushed spirits 
surrounding me

These trees 
tell their tales
of growth and survival,
of yearning for 
that light,
of their struggle
to catch a glimpse
of heaven...
of capturing 
its light,
using it,
feeding off from it,
in order to 
give back to others

some of them stumble
yet most of them
succeed

I am humbled.
I am awed.

Yes, the canopy
gave me shade,
temporary darkness
from the light,
I look up again
and realize
that the tiniest
pinholes of hope exist,
reaching deep within...

little sparks
that set off
a chain reaction
of life




--June 11-12 (2011)



Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2011

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Please Love Yourself, Mommy

Please love yourself,
My daughter wrote
As we chatted away
About my upcoming trip
And yet my tears spilled over
As I bared my heart
To my 19 year old daughter
The joy of my life
The light of my eyes
The reason…..
The reason I go on with life
It’s for her
I try to survive
And push on
For she still needs me

And she wrote…..
You need to appreciate yourself more mami
I can't imagine my life without you
Just thinking about my life without you in it 
just makes me wanna break down
Please mama for me
Please love yourself
I dunno why it's so hard for you to see how incredible you are

She knew all my reasons
And yet she asked
Desperate to pull me out
To help me see the light
To remind me of who I was
Who I still am
And I soothed and comforted her
Knowing she’d worry
Her daddy away
And her Mama all alone
Locked in her room
Crying the night away
Yet she was the strong one
Mothering me
Giving me
A shoulder to cry on

And after all the tears those words of hers brought
I thanked her for loving me…..
And she wrote
I can't help it. You're amazing. You just need to give yourself a chance
Come here mami we'll have so much fun

And I smiled through my tears
Grateful for the blessing I have in her
And my heart decided
Once more
Once more
For a little while longer
To fight the good fight
To survive
To let the vivacious Mommy she knew
Come to life
The one all her friends loved
And said was “so cool”
That Mommy
That woman
I'd ask her to go on
And to try...
To try...
To love herself...

...For the love of a daughter

Eileen Manassian Ghali




Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Riding Misty

Though Santa never responded to pleas
There was just one gift on my list each year
A horse that could run at the speed of light
A bold little gal; I never had fear

With two high school friends I visited a ranch
To ride in 103-degree heat
Through the bramble bushes and prickly pears
Upon little “Misty” I took my seat

The Mustang Adoption Program’s success
Sparked ranchers from Tucson, Arizona
To give a home to a rust-colored mare
Many miles from my home near Daytona

Cryptic white markings graced Misty’s neck
Looked like words in Native American code
“She’s so small,” I whined, seeking to ride fast
But no matter, to the desert we rode

Even the roadrunners were envious 
When Misty gained speed and hit her full stride
Warp speed!  I clung to the saddle horn
As Misty passed larger horses with pride

My hat fell on a cactus, sweat filled my eyes
My life flashed before me, quite a surprise
It seemed like she had wings as we flew
Don’t be quick to judge a horse by its size

I thank Misty often for the ride she gave me
She fulfilled my dream and gave me a thrill
But on the news today a reporter said
Wild horses would now be rounded up and killed

I’m so grateful I had the chance to ride
A wild horse with spirit and awesome speed
But what will become of her ancestors
Misty’s now part of a vanishing breed



*For Frank's "One Standout Day" contest
by Carolyn Devonshire


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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Heat Source Hunger

Wonder not
if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers,
I've never let you leave my mind,
you haven't finished eating your portion of my heart,
there is so much more for you, still in my chest, on my eyes,

I am your rare happiness,
that bare beast of a woman's best distress,
trigger your storm sirens with a single drop of Goodbye,
serve you with the most sensational sadness,
replenish your youth with an admiration that won't die,
knowing that I am not a makeshift man, nor a loyalty within a lie,
that I'll punish your pulse with peppered pleasure
because I can, because I must,
pull your hair just to hear those breaths beg for big flares,
treat the smooth and sweet lascerations of love's lament
butterfly cut into the surface of a girl's search for sincerity,
we get intoxicated on performance of personality,
buzzed beautifully from believing in the addiction of adoration's affliction,

We know we can handle one another's hurt
as warriors bleed hard because they sell themselves the sacrafice,
that we can process history with humor by breaking the shame of blame,
synthesize epiphany with sympathy to nourish symphonies of Divinity
we realize that intensity is the regal implement of our tournament, 

I like it when you tell me the tough truths,
that you want to be loved for more than one reason,
that being respected in segments isn't enough,
that he will never be me,
that words can outlast the disappointment of distance,
that the world overwhelms you when you most expect,
that sometimes you'd rather be a heart attack
before being a pretty song or a favorite memory,
I understand your need for absolute affection, absolute attention,
lets allow our love to be confusing, dazzling, on the verge of villainy, 
it isn't steady as a sleeping heart beat
or ready for celebration like a " gee wiz " graduation,
it is our Love, and its undefinably volatile and lovely,

Your cosmos gives a question that feeds one answer,
that love is ours, safe in the arms Armageddon, 
I remember the ember of our future
spazing on the hearth of fresh earth,
don't ever miss me Babe, just keep lovin me -

J.A.B.



Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

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Celebarating The Adventure Of Advent: A collaboration with Kai Michael Neumann

Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment

Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive 
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of

Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements

Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility

Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication

Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script

Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits 
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness

Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts

Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity

Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe 

Celebrating the adventure of Advent this one is written very uniquely. 
During this transition Oh, the ubiquity of perception, reception most gratefully
Each new day begins with one’s first thought, amazingly
Though, this thought did not require any forethought, excitingly,
I thought, what if I thought in forethought, demandingly
Boldly I choose, a path of understanding.  Then Daringly,

Choosing to forgive myself, then choosing to forgive everyone else.  I gratefully
wished upon distant star and my cry did travel far.  Vega, amazingly
did answer my call, in a dream from My whispering old cemetery scene . Excitingly
 I dashed out of my bed, outside looked to sky, then cried Eternal welcome to Aquarius demandingly.
The Joy of this revelation, thought and manifestation determining one’s destination. So, daringly
I choose to be enlightened by the universal code, which is downloaded to each individual uniquely.

Travel I have far and wide, and gone I have, from high to low. Amazingly
though, I realize know, that I had always been seeking to know.  Excitingly
turning each new page, certain and determined to be my own sage. Daringly
I vied, nothing would make me swallow my pride.  Demandingly
I had thought,  When we get there that all would play fair.  Thought I did, uniquely
as most should do.  Now, A little Alliteration to say we too are gratefully

The stranger within me does no longer be because know I see. Life does have excitingly
creative individual versatility. Change it does for you, whom call upon it consistent and demandingly.
Remaining keenly observant in search for knowledge and do so daringly.
Questioning what dares seem query logic and reason itself. While never failing to truly uniquely 
understand another for having their own uniqueness  and being grateful
for be blessed with this, understanding of knowing each individual creation amazingly.

.
Target destination is fixed after course has been made demandingly.
Each individual soul being has chosen this mission daringly. 
Having arrived in this Third dimensional reality to uniquely 
instruct in the revolution of Love is a four letter word and do so very thankfully and gratefully
to each and every soul of light that exists. Uplifted into the light I call out amazingly.
 Higher Power, The all High and Universal Father of All, whom is the one that is truly exciting.

Inviting all He does whom choosing a star path daringly.
His message has been sent to each and every one of you uniquely 
in its own way. We should all give blessing and thanks, while being gratefully
for each and every new amazingly
fantastic and an Emphasis on an excitingly
creative Acrostic man day. After being both commanding humbly and so, demandingly.
,
Who is excitingly and amazingly, demandingly and 
daringly to be uniquely and gratefully Different? 



Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2016

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Pride Of Poetry

The Pride Of Poetry

Tribute To
Kim Patrice Nunez @ poetrysoup.com

Like sunrise in the morning
or darkness of the night.
Even shadows hearken to her
when she sits down to write.

Oceans all grow restless
there's a stirring up above.
Clouds move so the moon can see
as she writes words of love.

Storms are brewing in the skies
her anger's not forbidden.
Be grateful for the skies of blue
on days her anger's hidden.

Tonight today is almost gone.
She's poetry's long lost lover.
When this day is over
she'll sit and write another.

With mountain tops and butterflies
and valleys filled with springs.
Lovers lost along the way
and sometimes angels wings.

As she looks through eyes of love
 and only she can see.
What each new day's going to bring
the pride of poetry.

Edwin C Hofert


Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

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Grateful

If gratefulness could be measured with smiles,
you would know without a doubt 

just how grateful I am to you. 

If beauty could be seen in acts of kindness, 
then everyone should have seen

just how beautiful you are.

If compassion could be poured like rain every day,
souls would be nourished, 

love would flourish;

and righteous anger would erode the hate 
that builds slowly, layer by layer, 

upon these piles of

insanity.




Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2016

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When Poets Make Love

My dear poet- 
I am forever grateful to you
For allowing my body
To be your page 

Letting your words 
Ascend on my temple
And descend 
On my feet

How long will I thank God 
For giving me you
As our passionate and artistic sessions
Gracefully formed poetry in motion

Lord knows 
My body yearned 
And needed the eloquence 
Your poetry provided 

Our poetry combined 
Gave birth to volcanic verses 
And flood-like rushes 
Of the most liberated conversation

My poet laureate
Thank you for allowing 
Your art to transcend 
Into poetic actions

Your ability to allow 
Your love to flow 
Like a pen on paper
Amazes me

When poets make love 
Sacred books 
Unlock their meanings 
And the majestic powers of words 
Fill the universe 
With marvelous expressions 

Our collaborated efforts 
Awakened the most powerful of poets 
Who long ago fell asleep
Happily summoned with the stars 
To congratulate our poetic bliss 

When we made love 
Our poetry was forever 
Imprinted in the hearts 
of all poets 
past, present, and yet to come


-Written and dedicated to a very dear poet (R.C.) 

© Monique McDowell 2008  All rights Reserved


Copyright © Monique McDowell | Year Posted 2008

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Time For Tears

The wait has been too long but now it’s time
To hold with love what she yearned for
No words for joy but grateful tears.

The radiant face aglow with sparkling tears
Cradling her child for the first time
She knows it’s been worth waiting for.

The fruit of mutual love she’s thankful for
She feels its breath and sheds warm tears
A lasting bond will grow in time.

A precious gift is born; it’s time for tears.


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1st line of each tercet & final line = pentameter
2nd & 3rd lines of each tercet = tetrameter
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19th July 2014
Contest: Tritina Challenge
Sponsor: Craig Cornish



Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

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This Special Time of Year

We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes They remind me to be grateful for warmth and light so near Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year A scenic view of white smoke rising from the chimney tall Dainty snow flakes falling as kids roll them into balls They sail against blustery winds and I wonder how they dare! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Sweet music heralding peace, urges hearts to spread some joy! Displayed is a wooden Nativity Scene to greet you at the door A glittering tree with twinkling stars stands proudly at the rear! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Fresh pine garlands dress stair rails with large red velvet bows The aroma of cinnamon and pine saturates, delighting one’s nose While a cozy wood fireplace glows, inviting, daydream stares Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year The baking’s almost done; and tons of sweets are ensured Though, there will not be any Christmas pudding this year, for sure Mama’s been gone home a while, yet the many memories linger here Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Whatever may happen in life, Christmas joy lives in the heart A warm home and loving hearts have sufficed from the start Much food, drinks and good conversation; lots of fun to share! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year “Less formal” is my style preferred, so do relax if you please Sit on the floor, take off those shoes; dance or just be a tease When you feel stuffed and need a nap, if you snore, have no fear! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year ~*~


Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010

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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.




Copyright © Yvonne Evanoff | Year Posted 2011