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The Candy Store

The little girl stood outside the candy store
Pressing her nose against the window
Her lips wet 
Trying hard to swallow
What the sight of those candies 
Produced in abundance in her mouth...
The liquid anticipation of taste

It had been a long time 
Since a candy 
Had slowly dissolved
On her playful tongue
Oh, the bliss 
Yet she knew….
She could not have one

She looked longing at one particular kind
Her friend had given her just a lick of
Oh…it was so divine
She wanted one…all to herself
Not to share with anyone
To savor…..alone
To savor…long
Tasting every single flavor
That would burst on her tongue
How she wanted it
To fill her mouth with sticky sweetness
To help her forget
The bitterness of her days and nights
A little tear trickled down her cheek

Slowly she pulled herself away
And trudged on past the candy store
Perhaps, she was just not meant
To have certain treats
She smiled through her tears
As she kicked a stone aside
Now that she had seen it
At least she could dream
Of floating away
On sugary cotton candy clouds
Of wispy pink
Savoring in her mouth 
the glorious sweetness
Of her forbidden treat

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013


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Arabian Mist

"The Arabian Nights"

Underneath the oceans veil.
A mystery lies within.
Beyond Orion's belt, I shift my mind to sail.
Within, every constellation hides secrets of sin.

Allowing me, to the time frame the world of yesterday.
I found portals with no way out.
Covering every bruise that my body had on display.
Drawing along the mist of no doubt!

I tie eternity into loopholes with no ending.
Singing a song that lacks the strength to be strong.
Trying hard to swallow words that have no ending.
Babbling at my tongue, when one's heart is wrong.

I hide in the light, away from the darker mist.
A sprint sensation lurking down-under. 
Anthologies wrote only to exist. 
A place that strikes louder than thunder.

Eyes that port and slow everything down.
Mysteries behind, a deadly desert storm.
Slaving under the 3rd crown.
Candlelight's guiding a new wedding form.

Executed in a thousand tales, of romance.
Knocking at my door ending another dream.
A sensual marriage with regrets, and loss of chance.
Dancing streams with no means.

Avalon, closing over an Arabic Night.
A story cradling me in bed.
By morning dawn, I will no longer see the light.
Waking up to another Arabian Night.

.              by;p.d.

NOTE~ I read the book 5 years ago.                  
 "ARABIAN NIGHTS." 




Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011


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Space

Space that one I need to fill
Now empty but like a bitter pill
It’s hard to swallow it’s hard to accept
The space left when from my heart you crept

You crept away slowly through the years
You left me with the unshed tears
A cavernous space your legacy
That’s what you left when you left me.

But hold the press the story’s not told
Another is now in my arms to hold
The space is filled once more it seems
The space you left when you stole my dreams.

There is no space just room for two
I know you didn’t mean to be untrue
But life is harsh and it sometimes seems
That space is there to make new dreams.

© 25/02/2013
Contest Entry
Work of fiction


Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013


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Johnny Depp

My favorite actor I can easily say would have to be Johnny Depp,
When he has a new movie coming out, it puts a spring in my step;

My husband thinks that he’s insane, but that adds to his allure,
Has there ever been another actor that can play in rolls so obscure;

Take Edward Scissorhands for example, who else could pull that off,
There’s not another actor that could, but still my husband scoffs;

So versatile in playing roles from Cry-Baby to Sleepy Hollow,
And I’ll admit while watching scenes in Chocolat, I found it hard to swallow;

I have yet to see another actor who could match Depp in his whit,
Although Alice in Wonderland kind of freaked me out a bit;

The Pirates of the Caribbean movies all had me on my toes,
But Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was a little weird, I suppose;

That having been said, he’s brilliant, No other can compare,
And when I see his picture posted, I can’t help but stop and stare!

~For Amy Green's Choose One, Have Fun Contest~
-My Subject is Johnny Depp-


Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010


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BE YOUR OWN BOSS


Be your own boss
Set your own rules

Your thoughts and your feelings
Give you the tools

Imagination can be fun or a bi-ch
Imagine you're poor

Or imagine you're rich
Imagination, what is it for

It's for living your life
You are creator

So be your own boss
Disciplines not hard to swallow

It's just setting the rules
In which you must follow

Be the best you can be
In everything you do 

Remember this is not for me
You're doing it for you

So be your own boss
And make all your choices

Listen to you
And not other voices

Your life you create
By your thoughts and your feelings

So be your own boss
AND DO ALL YOUR OWN DEALINGS!!!!


Copyright © simone segal | Year Posted 2009


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It's Time to Change

How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life’s not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you’re losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it’s time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you’d like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won’t last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It’s time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it’s hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you’ve been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something’s askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There’s help for you along the way. You’ll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, “Thy Will Be Done”, and you’ll see it, I’m sure, but just don’t run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He’ll help bear the load. Don’t bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You’ll get there soon, if you just don’t stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You’ll start to believe you’re in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you’ll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you’ll know he’s there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God’s hands today! There’s no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you.
Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006


Copyright © Michelle DeGironemo | Year Posted 2010


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Dance With Me Like No One Is Looking

Dance with me like no one is looking, I'll lead as you follow,
let's stay in this very moment and not worry about tomorrow.
Feel my hand on your shoulder and the other around your waist,
I have finally realized, my darling, you can never be replaced.

I know in the past our relationship regrets were very hard to swallow,
dance with me like no one is looking, I'll lead as you follow.
Evidence of our companionship liberates our honest ways,
so take my hand and love me right as we continue to sway.

Before comprehension our stars were sacred and aligned,
I still can't understand how your devotion made you mine.
Dance with me like no one is looking, I'll lead as you follow,
I'll lead you right to our log cabin in the mountains of Colorado.

Waltzing into the two-step creates a beautiful rendition,
for I'll love you forever without haste and condition.
If you look up high there's your favorite painting by Picasso,
dance with me like no one is looking, I'll lead as you follow.

Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: March 18, 2016


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016


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Love Bug

The smallest, most annoying pest,
Seeks the heartbeat of your breast, 
In search of where to build its nest,
Bites you, and forgets the rest. 

It's venom starts to flow within,
The earth beneath begins to spin,
You fail to suppress an arcane grin,
And know this fluster must be a sin.

Electricity runs through your veins,
Grants strength to free break from your chains, 
Relaxes you from all your strains,
And comforts like a thousand rains.

Your heart and soul embrace confusion,
With open arms greet this intrusion,
Is this Utopia just an illusion?
You're overtaken by dillusion.

This high is almost more than you can take,
Heart beats so fast it starts to ache,
Your every muscle starts to quakes,
Your body's frightened it will break.

You feel the mite begin to hollow, 
To your heart, it's home to wallow, 
Unsure of what is next to follow,
The tension makes it hard to swallow.

It reaches it's last destination,
You can't describe this new sensation, 
You're free of every old frustration,
And a host to a new creation. 

You sigh as every problem slacks,
You melt away like candle wax,
You never been quite this relaxed, 
Yet you still wonder about the tracks.

Of this gnat gnawing at your soul,
Making you, for once, feel as a whole, 
Burning in your heart like fire and coal, 
But can't help but let it take control. 

You close your eyes, your face is smug,
You know its true but still you shrug,
Knowing it's stronger than any drug,
You've been bitten by the love bug.


Copyright © Krystal Turton | Year Posted 2008


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My weeping Violin

I would always cry to his tune Slowly i saw my life before my eyes How could one life in such world, all but love My soul shivers at the thought in which the light will forever fade from me Still, my heart wonders of a beautiful scene where love is all I miss you so much sometimes it hurts These tears fall without an end, it's so hard to hide the pain To smile as if nothing is wrong, i hate this life i pretend Death awaits us all, still i believe some to be gone while still here Is not the taste of life a cruel and bitter one Where has the happily ever afters gone? Today is ugly, love is rare, yet hate is all around Am i the only one that sees this, it's hard to swallow I will forever cry, tomorrow isn't promised and neither is happiness All we truly have is faith, and in faith lays hope Yet we all wonder how our hearts are touched by a weeping violin


Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2014


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About Face

For months in a pointless wallow,
many moments I found it hard to swallow.

The only thing I could down was whiskey
my actions were nothing but risky.

Keeping myself insane to ease the pain of self destruction,
going through the motions I could not even function.

Spawning hate towards the one I at one time truly loved,
anger, sadness and despair in the pit of my soul shoved.

It's been a wild ride of highs and low's,
giving myself emotional blow's.

To the point of no return I've been there twice,
my existence there was no price.

But now for some reason time has stopped,
time to pick up my life where it was dropped.

An about face that I don't want to do again,
leaving me not knowing where to begin.


Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2009


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a lone loof

through so many slamming bangs
on the other side of that barricaded
locked closet door my tongue has bled dry
from pain too hard to swallow
face to the wind sweet winged dreamer
rise and soar in freedom
savor the knowledge of choice 
enjoy the precious moments of too short
flight


Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007


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if i die tonight

if i die tonight 
tomorrow is no lie 
wake up in the morning
go about your life 
if i die tonight 
remember me inside
all the good times 
i wasn't always right 
if i die tonight 
because i wasn't liked 
forgive all my homies
coming for you life 
they know if it was them
tonight i will go ride
if i die tonight 
mamas gone cry 
i didn't leave a son behind 
to brighten up her life
if i die tonight 
my girls  moving forward 
 turn that ass over
shes going to see my face
wasn't ever sober 
i couldn't feel my face 

i don't like you mondays 
deuces now I'm tuesday 
on my grind like hump days till the day i die 
wonder why I'm rappin bout the day i die
cuz when that day comes 
its a rap 

back then wasn't always good 
now a days aren't as they should 
i don't know about u but god is good 

if i die tonight forgive for what i did
damn this life of sin 
didn't trip let me rip 
wrist watch absent 
captivate like traffic
don't wonder why was i an addict 
trust me i don't wan a die
i see myself in action influenced many lives
righteous why shit had to down like this
woulndt go back track 
just play it back 
idk wasn't ever the type to follow 
pray to see tomorrow
broken promises i know
truth is hard to swallow
if heaven had a gecho 
id let go of the steering wheel 
call it suicidal 
I'm alright tho 
I'm in this like 5 4 3 2

https://soundcloud.com/doenuttrackz/if-i-die-tonight-1

thanks for listening


Copyright © fernando vergara | Year Posted 2015


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Erasable

Words are easy
Words are cheap
Hard to swallow
With tongue in cheek

A clap for wonder
A clap of praise
Left to wander
An endless maze

Broken promise
Broken trust
Words hid under
Flaky crusts

Crush the honour
Hush the scream
Take the objects
Please leave the dreams.




Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012


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WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES

Let's go.....

I'm on a rough route to a righteous destination,
Tormented by the obstacles, blockin' my path
So I'm embracin',

All my miscreant guilt, blended up with my sorrows,
So I follow,
what lives in my heart
but I step wisely because somethings in life
are definitely hard to swallow,
and my motto's,

"knuckle up & search for the prize",
I see the world with clear vision
but evil sights are hurtin' my eyes,

What's the remedy for this Black Rain?,
Will success make my grey sky blue?
Is my pain ordained?,

I'm blessed with the  breath o' life
so I communicate with my Savior,
I thank him for everything he gave us,
and God made us,

In his own image, 
and the Holy Bible's the best book to read
but somedays
I still grimace through my scrimmage,

And somedays, I'm still drip dryin'
in the devils thunder,
and those days filled with blunder,
make me hesitate & wonder,
do I have what it takes
to keep me from goin' under?,

They say we're treadin' in the last days
I'm tryin' to conquer the beast,
My good out weighs my bad
so I feel I'm winning, because my minds at peace


Copyright © louis brown | Year Posted 2015


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Family First

I cant believe Im going to have my own family, something I never had; 
Its time to step up and be a real dad; 
Now I can remember the things that make me happy and forget the things that make me sad;
 Its time that I start doing good than the bad; 
I want for my child to see me as a role model; 
Its time I break my own chains to that alcoholic bottle; 
I want to be that someone who can be trusted to follow; 
I silently cry at night because the truth is hard to swallow; 
I jus hope I can make that change today not tomorrow; 
I got to change before I end up in an?early hearst; 
My art is my gift and alcohol is my curse, I must break my own alcoholic thirst;
 I must relieve my own selfishness tendencies before they burst; 
I got to stop making alcohol my only because its no longer just about me, because my very own family comes first


Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012


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The Man On The Moon

                    The Man On The Moon
                     
As children we are told that the moon has a face on it,
With our childlike eyes we see a friend - the man on the
Moon. There he sits in the sky looking down on us,
With his friendly smile, loved by children everywhere.


There is a misconception that there really is an actual man
Up there, but there are others who say that he is made of 
Green cheese, but we also find this hard to swallow. Yes, the
Moon is said to make people go mad by looking


At it too long, and lovers would not be romantic without
It. Even the witches are supposed to fly accross the 
Face of the moon flying on their broomsticks during
Halloween. Yes, the moon has many sides to it: some 


Good and some evil, but the prettiest sight is when
The moon is at it's fullest, showing that wonderful 
Round face of the man on the moon smiling down at you.


Copyright © John Ginesi | Year Posted 2013


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Haiti

January twelfth two thousand and ten
   witnessed near annihilation and destruction 
   of the Haitian nation
whereby countless/ nameless individuals 
   e’en the strongest Herculean type men
   crushed by humungous slabs of building facades 
   practically demolishing every creation
since this island settled, which indigenous tribes 
   sought safety in any geologic den
   seeking solace and salvation from wrath of nature 
   by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water 
   in tandem with rooster and hen
   that laid a golden egg, 
   especially as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans foisted 
   forfeiture of land with primitive implement like pen
   no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery, 
   et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake such actions 
   that rent asunder culture beseeched god when
   these brutish, nasty and (shortish) simians to cease desecration
 
yet the peoples of this dominion rose 
   from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
   no mattered genetic pool 
   underwent white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers, 
   which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
   and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets) 
   and those coveted legal tender bucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative 
   (wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
   yet within the very fiber of tropical man grove persons 
   patiently lined up their ducks
and declared as the first African American peoples 
   INDEPENDENCE to be the word
   whence adulation, elation, inspiration akin to the sound winged fowl clucks
until the advent of the major earthquake 
   composed by this aging hippy type nerd
whereat remote control san voodoo affect every bloody word!


Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2016


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Human Hyenas

From the time of creation
Adam was brainwashed into
 Believing that he was the brainiac
Behind the Garden of Eden fictions

 Women got tired of men carefree life styles
They laid back personality, they sanctions,
And Most of all they diminished sex drives
It’s too late now, it’s too late now 

Too many wrongs, not enough rights
This world belongs to everyone
Not only Your average Tom, Dick and Harry
Men and women have lost respect for each other.
It’s no longer a man’s world theatrical standards
It's more of a mad, mad world with so much mental attitudes
“I was on first; “I was here first kind of society 

Some of us are human hyenas that 
take advantage in human suffering
Not so hard to believe… but it is the truth.
however, it is so hard to swallow


Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2012


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Lessons

     I tried to drown my sorrows, but they learned to swim.  Which taught me you can't run, you can't hide from our less than perfect side.  Even though the dog paddle is all you know.  Try hard to swallow your pride.  Because sorrow is along for the ride.  Sorrow teaches us to realize and appreciate the times that don't bring tears to our eyes~~Blessings  Catfish      3/17/2014


Copyright © Catherine Trout | Year Posted 2014


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Coffee Break - Seize The Day

            Coffee Break  (Seize the day)

In every tick of every clock
There is a trick that follows with a tock
Tick- tock, tick- tock, swing on lost pendulums
To stop, to seize the day, remember to 
Live every day to follow death
Die every day to follow life
If you cry each day
If you laugh each day
You have lived a life worth living
Seize the day if just to drink your coffee
As life is sometimes hard to swallow in the coffin

Created on 10/21/14 for - Seize the day (Carpe diem) -  Poetry Contest



Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014


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deaducation


Death is painful for those who do not understand
but death is not a punishment , simply part of a plan.

Death is merely the transferring of a soul
To a new place from a place of old

Salvation is the thought that the soul can retain
as it passes from the physical to the spiritual plain.

To the physical being, death is kind of hard to swallow,
because where the spirit goes the body cannot follow.

Death should not be a time of mourning, but a time of celebration.
For the spirit of a man has completed a kind of graduation.

As a student of life pursues his doctorate degree,  
death is the final test as he passes the state of sleep.

Once the body passes through the threshold of the physical and spiritual barriers.
The consciousness becomes pure light, as the spirit uses energy as the carrier.

The realm in which the spirit resides, we simply do not know.
because where the spirit travels, the body cannot go.

So if someone in your family dies.
Understand the path they take....
Just because their eyes are closed,
doesn't mean they aren't awake!



Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011


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Hollow

I hang my head a dripping tear, you pull away ,
         The lonliness , my only fear
I'm feeling shallow and so hollow ,
the feelings I have so hard to swallow .
A twisted heart my broken mind,
   I am the pain that's been refined.
My sadness brews like no tomorrow .
filling my veins  so full of sorrow.
   I'm blacking out  or so it seems,
it's like a needle so full of dreams..




                                     James Stevenson............................


Copyright © james Stevenson | Year Posted 2009


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My drug hard to swallow

You were my one and only drug bottled
The label said 5000 miligrams of volite
The suggested use was choke one down
with a side of frustration to follow
The warning label said don't take with alcohol
or it'll send you into a mind numbing wallow
Taken daily it'll help you overall
This relationship won't feel so hollow
I'll  have to take one again tomorrow





Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016


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Robin Hood - Contest

Robin Hood was bored this day
Heard the sheriff was passing his way
Collecting taxes from the poor
Many would be starving but they knew the score
Pay up and shut up, would listen to no pleas
Robin hid his merry men amongst the trees
The mighty sheriff he would tease

Put a rope across the pathway
Now was the sheriff's time to pay
Shh I hear the horses coming
Marian laid down as though she was sunning
The sheriff reigned his horse in fast
Nearly running over the comely lass
Robin's maid thinks he, his chance at last

"Why sheriff",  she said her eyes a twinkling
"How can I rise from here was thinking"
Down jumped the sheriff  dismissing his men
Naughty thoughts he was thinking then
Took off his jacket his pants were to follow
When he heard a noise from the hollow
Was Robin tittering the sight too hard to swallow

The sheriff showing his pale white thighs
Brought tears of laughter to his eyes
The sheriff was aroused by his demise
Before looking up into Robin's eyes
Grabbed for his sword but was on the ground
Woods ringing of laughter all around
Sheriff knowing he looked like a clown

Out came the merry men the sight to see
A sheriff looking embarrassed needing a wee
"What do you want Robin" he said at last
"Return without any money, this year No Tax".
He had to agree no option to take
So back to Nottingham the king to face
Swearing his men to secrecy said "no tax at this place".

Form  rhyme royal.  Two couplets and a  tercet. 













Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014


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No Healing or Feeling

Trying and trying...
  I've been crying and crying..
     stop the lying and lying..
losing and losing...
  I keep choosing and choosing...
     confusing and confusing...

missing and missing...
   no more kissing and kissing...
     I keep wishing and wishing...
sorrow and sorrow...
   not tomorrow...tomorrow...
     hard to swallow and swallow...

Date Written: February 16, 2016
Written By: Laura Loo


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016