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I Just Knew

A Poem Please Contest Sponsor: John Lawless in love with you forever sorrow can heal wounds through sickness and health I grew that day… I knew that day… I had high hopes of a well spent future with him. Dreams of us sailing into the sunset and sharing sweet kisses underneath the constellations. They were our constellations. But that day… -I just knew. Working so hard was indeed a burden he bore and giving of himself was tiring him out even more than usual. Catching his breath was not easy. I saw it in his eyes that night. The same look he gave me when his sister had passed last year. A trip to the doctor confirmed it. Sarcoidosis. What? I have never heard of this disease before. An auto-immune inflammatory disease that affects multiple organs of the body. His immune system had been overreacting and his organs are slowly shutting down. His skin had been tightening and his joints had been sore. There he was…staring out the window thinking about all the things he would miss as a daddy. There I was…staring at him thinking about all the things I would miss about…nothing but…him. My first love. My high school sweetheart. Twenty years is never long enough to spread our wings as committed lovers. “Our little girl is only ten”, I thought. How are we to explain this to her when she cannot see the damage physically? No surgeries to fix this, and no treatments to prevent it from getting worse. The love of my life was going to slowly die right before my eyes. Months had flown and we had many days of struggle and tears, although we did create many exceptional memories to add to our photo book. It took some time to accept this but I think I tried the best I could. Many good days had passed but one chilly Saturday afternoon in October we held hands gathered around my dear Nicholas. He gave his last kiss to his Ella on her upper right cheek. I saw him take his last breath and he was gone… -I just knew. Years had passed, seasons had changed, and our little girl was going to be married in fifteen minutes. Oh, how she missed her daddy walking her down the aisle. She chose me to walk her down the aisle instead and of course, I was honored. The music started playing and our families stood up and Ella looked at me with a twinkled tear in her eye and said, “mom, daddy’s here, I can feel him giving me a kiss on my upper right cheek.” She had a beautiful beauty mark on her upper right cheek and her daddy used to kiss it every night before bed and whisper, "daddy loves you..." We looked at each other and we both knew… -we just knew. love of my life gone married with daddy’s blessing sacred beauty mark Date Written: April 29, 2016


Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016


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Hanging By A Thread




I’m on the verge of losing everything as lashing tears are thrashing ‘gainst the night and mournful notes of black rose petals sing from wells so deep they’ve never seen the light. My come to Jesus moment on my knees, I’m at your mercy in my darkest hour. In desperation hear my prayers and pleas, the moody gloom surrounding me is dour. These thorny thoughts of you won’t let me loose and breathing is a fight I might not win. High hopes and dreams in broken promise noose from rope of human nature and of sin. In woeful rhythm beaten heart does beat ~ my blood does sing the blues of your deceit. Susan Ashley May 5, 2018


Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018


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Cowboy Hoe Down

On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.
 
The inside is decorated  
Lights are lit, the banners sway
By the walls barrels and cartwheels
Wooden stools and bales of hay.
 
Everybody loves a shindig
Where square dancing is the craze
Violins, guitars and banjos
Loud hillbilly music plays.
 
There’s a guy who’s always present
He’s the handsome Cowboy Kurt
On his head a leather Stetson
Dressed in jeans and chequered shirt.
 
Carol comes in golden pigtails
Gorgeous looking in flared skirt
She stands out; her smile is charming
She is hot and likes to flirt.
 
Cowboy Kurt looks quite appealing
He taps his feet to the beat
As other couples are reeling
Pretty Carol takes a seat.
 
Kurt decides to mosey on up
And lay his heart on the line
See if Carol would share some grub
Perhaps a swig of moonshine.
 
Tiny Carol surprises Kurt
Chugging down half a bottle
She eyes him coyly, looking pert
Then starts to jig full throttle.		
 
Stunned Kurt is reeling to and fro
As wee Carol takes the lead
Dance floor clears; they put on a show
Kurt looks like a tumbleweed.		
 
Music wouldn’t stop fast enough
For Kurt who couldn’t square dance
Carol is made of tougher stuff
And has high hopes for romance.
 
Totally lit and loving it
Carol trots to the outhouse
But when she returns, Kurt has split
“Where’s my man?” Carol does grouse	
 
In his truck Kurt has hit the trail
Head still spinning from the dance
Carol sits upon a hay bale
Hoping he’ll return to prance
 
After the hoe down was over
Banjos and fiddles tucked away
Cowboy Kurt was still a rover
Out cold on the hay Carol lay.


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Written 6th October, 2014
A collaboration by Paul Callus and Carolyn Devonshire



Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014


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I did it my way - Frank Sinatra tribute

I have no regrets, I did it my way! I know I have a few under my skin. That's life with passion I always say. Come fly with me; lets go for a spin. I know I have a few under my skin. Maybe she can fly with me to the moon. Come fly with me; lets go for a spin. I'm not afraid; we will be leaving soon. Maybe she can fly with me to the moon. We can dance like strangers in the night. I'm not afraid; we will be leaving soon. We're young at heart, our future is bright. We can dance like strangers in the night. You and the night and the music delight. We're young at heart, our future is bright. My heart has high hopes; this feels so right. You and the night and the music delight. I'm a fool to want you, but it's too late. My heart has high hopes; this feels so right. Almost like being in love - might be fate. I'm a fool to want you, but it's too late. Something about the way you looked that night. Almost like being in love - might be fate, but, said something stupid - gave her a fright. Something about the way you looked that night. Luck be a lady, stars were adorning, but, said something stupid - gave her a fright. She left in the wee small hours of the morning. Luck be a lady, stars were adorning, It was a very good year; not all in vain. She left in the wee small hours of the morning. Maybe she thinks I'll never smile again. It was a very good year; not all in vain. That's life with passion I always say. Maybe she thinks I'll never smile again. I have no regrets, I did it my way! 30 April 2016 The Silent One.
A pantoum using song titles from a musician. Below are the titles I used by Frank Sinatra. 10 syllables per line. My way Ive got you under my skin That's life Come fly with me Fly me to the moon Strangers in the night I'm not afraid Young at heart You and the night and the music High hopes I'm a fool to want you Almost like being in love The way you looked that night Something stupid In the wee small hours of the morning Luck be a lady I'll never smile again It was a very good year


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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The Truth of Love

The truth is cruel,
a blurred reality.
The truth is in my heart
carefully hidden from prying eyes.
Don't sigh my friend,
you cannot read it in my face,
'tis well concealed, rest assured
as a secret newly found,
hid from inquisitive eyes.
 
So I hide my truth,
I do it on purpose,
keep it veiled for it's mine.
Don't ask: a futile plea.
 
I once told the truth
that led to a beleaguered life.
Ah, I had high hopes then.
Now I've had enough.  
I keep my secret.
A pack of ravening wolves
gnawing at my insides
will never pry away
that which I carefully hide.
 
Which really is a pity,
for 'tis agony for me
not to reveal openly
the love I harbor for ye.


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016


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Tree I Am

Brave people 
I grow...on...
Weeds surround me...
Beads falling playfully...
Rivers, like vines, entwine...
Roots of moist seep in so fine

Because I cried
In this wilderness
I grow, I grow (x2)
Happily, I glow,
You know? You know?
This tree I am
Never a free river
Next to the lamb
I see life born and wither

The bark is closing in on me
Why can't I be simply free?
In my distress,
I rot...
Then...
I rise...
I grow...
I flourish...
Exquisite excellence and effulgence shelters me...
I have been healed again by thee
God's gracious auras give me renewal of faith...
Hopes and fears float around me...I bathe...
In branches, birds and the blues...
Don't ever feed me your old news...

But, I'm all alone
On my own again
In the prairies
Of flutt'ring fairies
I long to be...
A better me...
Adequately growing on
Reality is - I need to be nourished by the sun
I honor the Son
Who shines on me everyday and night
Without a shame...what a delight!
Everything is starting to look black and white...
I will keep expanding with all my might tonight...
I'm ascending from sorrow
I'm descending tomorrow

Don't drown my high hopes

I long to be 
A better me
Not this saddened tree,
Wet with woe...don't give me your frowning blow (negativity)
Rooted down on the spot
I'm brown from head to toe...I see...I see a crow...

In my distress,
I rot...
The woodpecker has arrived yet again...
Alas, to my misfortune, he has dug deep
The weeds are spoiled rotten...
My roots are roaming about...they seep...
Underneath my bark
Give me your nirvana nectar
Right now please...
Put my branches and leaves at ease

Where is the blasted blessed breeze?
Oh do stop acting like a tease,
You whirlwind of hopelessness
I'm quite aware of the mess I'm in...
At least I'm not paper thin...

I've been an ancient wood piece...
But, tranquil, I have grown out to be
Give me peace, Lord, give me peace
I long to free like a butterfly possibly

Shy children
Swing on the swings 
Reminds me of childhood
When they used to carve their notes on me...

This tree I am...this wretched tree I am
Is breaking apart like a poorly built dam

Flutter in other lands,
Sparrows and doves and pigeons of all sorts
Flutter in other lands
And in others' giving hands

For, I am just a tree
How pathetic I have turned out to be
But, be nice to be...don't discard me...
I am a strong, bold tree...
I am a humble, serene tree,
Keenly watching others' pass on by

I don't have a voice, 
But I am silently in bliss
I am meditating in happiness
I have room to rejoice...
Though I'm rooted to the spot...
Here I am...this tree I am - no longer naught...

At least I don't feel like I'm rotting...

Endless streams of dreams
I've been having since I can remember,
I think it was last December - 
A dream of many people,
Accepting me, not rejecting me...

Feed me your soil of sanity,
Not your wastelands of insanity 

Wings of doves break by the seams
Violent Times have been attacking my frame of mind
Trying to think outside of my bark...
I can't, but I'm rooted to the spot,
Watching a rainbow lark...hark! (listen!)


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016


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High Hopes

Before we implode or reach cluster one
What do you want from me, as you humans dry run
We are Poles apart in what you and I do
Marooned you will be, if you don't turn to be true

I am only but a sphere, but your wearing the inside out
Our futures lost for words as we enter life's drought
There is time for dialogue to take it back
Will it be a great day for freedom, or will we enter our black

Around the table of powers we have to keep talking
We had high hopes when we stooped, we may cease to stop walking
It beggars belief that we are heading into strife
Maybe one day we'll acknowledge, that were coming back to life









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music-3.php


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010


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The Day The Stranger Came

The day the stranger came, we bade
goodbye to our mad sanity,
Our high hopes for humanity
traipsed off in treachery’s parade.

He took our trust and trussed us up
with it; a prison in our heads,
We gave him shelter, gave him bread,
and with our souls, he filled his cup.

The stranger came, and to our shame,
our minds were fooled, our hearts were bent
by lies, ugly and fraudulent -
So was it us who were to blame?   

A thief may take, but truly, it’s the take 
that thieves, that steals the most,
Like cancer, leeching from its host,
it festers from within... we break. 

How fast our salty structures fell
and smashed, the day that stranger came, 
In gutting us, like doe-eyed game
for cash... he crushed our will as well.


27 August 2018
For A Litany of Poetic Devices Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier

Each line illustrates a different poetic device.
Devices used
1 - Assonance (also enjambment)
2 - Oxymoron
3 - Alliteration (also enjambment)
4 - Personification (also alliteration)

5 - Homophones (also metaphor, alliteration, and enjambment)
6 - Metaphor
7 - Synecdoche (also parallelism)
8 - Inversion (also metaphor)

9 - Internal rhyme
10 - Parallelism (also enjambment)
11 - Dissonance
12 - Rhetorical question

13 - Antithesis (also alliteration and enjambment)
14 - Superlative
15 - Simile
16 - Ellipsis

17 - Ambiguity (also alliteration and enjambment)
18 - Onomatopoeia
19 - Enjambment (also simile)
20 - Consonance


Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018


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Glass Castles

You told me back when I was young,
That before we both grew
Old,
One day we'd live inside a mansion
Full of all the richest
Gold.
You said you'd give me diamonds, and write my 
Name up in the sky
You said you knew it looked bad now,
But one day we could fly

At first, you were so gentle
And at first, I 
Believed.
I thought you were my noble king, and I trusted
Your honesty
But you fell into an amber bottle, you got
Addicted to the drink
You bruised my all-too-innocent heart
And it started to sink

You took my wildest fairytales and
Spun them into dreams
No matter how unreal they were, no matter how 
Out of reach.
You said we'd have a palace full of fancy, shiny things
Then you drenched it in your alcohol
Now it's not worth a thing

You said I'd be a princess, but I look
More like a toad.
I thought I'd own a horse-drawn
Carriage, 
But I'm riding on a goat
I envisioned a golden crown, a sapphire-studded throne
You promised me glass castles,
But now you're casting
Stones

When you started hitting, you beat
Down my sense of pride
I wrapped my heart up in barbed wire
To protect its blackened
Eye
You shattered all my high hopes and trapped me inside
These walls
Now I live confined in shackles, a prisoner 
Of a drunken war. 
These words are my rebellion
I hope this pen can 
Beat the sword

You murdered all my angels, and you
Sent them straight to Hell
You conquered me with demons when I thought you
Meant well
You sought only to own me, to isolate me here
With you
You're so afraid of burning, you'd drag me 
Right down, too

I let you blind me with your lies,
Let you gag me with
Your ties
You ventured all the wrong places with your
Red and hazy eyes
It's bad enough that you demanded,
Even worse, you'd  pass
The buck
But most tragic is the fact that I merely gave
It up

The mirrors are cracked and broken
From your constant booze-fueled
Brawl
The images are useless, and I can't see who you are at all
What happened to the sweet and loving
Person I once knew?
But thinking that, I have to laugh, because
That was never you

I softly egg you to confess, but
You tell me I'm to blame
For all of your misfortunes, and you bury me in shame
I'd be better off an orphan
This place could never be my home
You promised me glass castles
But now you're casting 
Stones


Copyright © Annalee Pierce | Year Posted 2011


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Then Comes the Rain

The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Hell's demons call again, my name.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.

High hopes they had for me, in vain.
Their little girl is not the same.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.

This inmost hurt, I can't explain:
A hollow shell of me, became.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.

A thunderbolt you can't contain;
My madness only to inflame.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.

Despair within me sits ingrained.
By giving in, I feel the shame.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.

Intensity begins to wane.
This life, I fear I can't reclaim.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.


Copyright © Darkland Poetry | Year Posted 2015


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The Tragic Savant

“It” embraces “togetherness”
Like blemished mascara on a retired call girl

“It” would speak in aggressive audible banter,
As if crystallized bullhorns were
Strapped
Onto unwelcome seating arrangements

No boundaries.
No consideration.
No apologies.

Yet, their measurement of pride
Coagulates into withered centimeters
While seducing unscented tulips
With impoverished protractors 
And tattered encyclopedias

An unsatisfied square root with no common denominators,
Lacking

No (re)solutions.

Does “it” see colors when they build a façade of deteriorating vowels?

Or is their blood alcohol level tested
By walking on borrowed heels
And pickup lines made of disappearing ink,
Purchased in bulk

Could they realign high hopes while riding on constipated high horses?

Hoping to veer towards whimsical sunsets,
With silver medal’s soul mate,
Drinking from another cracked bowl of pretentious vapors

Feeble attempts to take the hand of any “available” heartbeat,
Hoping they can slow dance to their newly, hand-written
“Woe is me” Polka ballad

Another baby put in the corner
Another bounced reality check
Another hunt for rebounded bliss within conceptual kiss

No hope -> Know hope
No love -> Know love
No better -> Know better

An educated tragedy is their only flirtatious lyric.

©Drake J. Eszes


Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2014


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Trip on, Trip up

Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to be hit by lumber.
Going to become a dreamer.
I hope that I do not become a screamer.
I got new shoes.
With colorful strings that are loose.
I am slow on tying them.
I feel they are harder than stem.
String are not new.
They smell pew.
I walk once again to journey.
That means I need some money.
Trip up again with meaningless acts.
Walking with out trust that lacks.
Shamefulness I speak.
I go behind a tree to leak.
I have no home set in stone.
Wheeling and dealing always alone.
Since I was a child that was left on the street.
I became a street beat.
Strolling with confidence to day.
Making my way.
Some law men stop me.
I was so out of it that they can see.
They thought I was on drugs.
I was really itching bugs.
Stumbling because I have not eaten.
So they grab me and I got beaten.
They finally found me innocent.
So I told them to get bent.
I was a good citizen with high hopes.
The society today thinks I am on dopes.
Can I be help with no pain.
Will they put me some were I will gain.
So I was put into a helpful place.
I was then able to eat and say grace.
Some crazy person came in and started shooting. 
So people ran and started looting.
Cannot get away from bad luck.
Sure enough I feel so stuck.
Knowing that I was fleeing.
I became worth not seeing.
I lay there my time just feeling has pass.
Losing my mind and running out of gas.
Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak.
A life time that I wanted to seek.
Found myself in a bed.
Down to nothing I was shed.
A person with white clothes that said your in luck.
You survived and now you owe some buck.
So sad not really glad.
Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad.
Time really passes I just want to walk.
To see my kid to talk.
Why did he do what he did.
Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid.
So I have turn to a life time of crime.
Dad do not give me your time.
Because when we talked long ago.
You just left home with all the doe.
Hope you have a good life.
Because mom had been a good wife.
Now it is your turn.
So you can walk into the fire and burn.
With out a doubt you will walk away.
Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay.
Now dad keep your love.
Because I seek my mother above.
You will be chain.
Down you go insane.


Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013


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Put a Sock in It

You say I’m crazy
I would say otherwise
Change is a challenging chore, 
But honey, I ain’t a bore

Put a sock in it…
Stop throwing your childish fit
Pressured to do something I don’t want to
Ta-ta…love of mine
I’m fading away…insanity becomes serpentine to my skull and soul
And I see that you’ve vanished from my side

You say I’m a jerk
Drifting away into another place called Woe…
I’m gonna go berserk 
No way, no way, it wasn’t what you called “Your Special Day”
Fed up with the failures of yesterday
But, there’s tomorrow…my spirits dance and my spirits prance 
In front of me, you cried because I was gone
I lost my train of thought…waiting till the day’s done

Put a sock in it…
Stop throwing your childish fit
Pressured to do something I don’t want to
Ta-ta…love of mine
I’m fading away…insanity becomes serpentine to my skull and soul
And I see that you’ve vanished from my side

Bite the bullet for once in your life
Sift out the strife that cuts me like a knife
Fading away….I pray that I won’t be hunted down today like prey
Hey, hey, hey I loved you, but now I see the real you…today…
Your true colors were blending with my own
I, the broken bone, was left all alone
God, my backbone, has come to rescue me, but I’m on my own

Put a sock in it…
Stop throwing your childish fit
Pressured to do something I don’t want to
Ta-ta…love of mine
I’m fading away…insanity becomes serpentine to my skull and soul
And I see that you’ve vanished from my side

Sunday, Monday,
I pray I don’t sleep and sway
Tuesday, Wednesday, 
I’m about to go cray-cray
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday arrives…
It brings to life happiness and high hopes…
Dive into me, ocean-whelmed diver…you are a sweet survivor
But, my future is a mighty blur…blur…
Find me a cure…quickly, find me a cure…
The hardships – I will endure, I will endure…

Put a sock in it…
Stop throwing your childish fit
Pressured to do something I don’t want to
I don’t need them and I don’t seek their attention
Pleasure beyond measure will not release the tension,
Growing inside and out of me…
But, possibly, you’ll soon see
That you and I are like 2 seas…
Whirling at ease, doing what we please
Doing what we please at ease…at ease…
Don’t, just don’t be a tease, a tease

Put a soaked sock in it…
Don’t throw us both into a bottomless pit
You say I’m crazy
I say, “Yes!” Then, I ask, “Do you see us both at the sea of ecstasy?”
God’s pool is the sea we long to roam…
But, first, let’s find our true Home

Put a sock in it… Stop throwing your childish fit Pressured to do something I don’t want to Ta-ta…love of mine I’m fading away…insanity becomes serpentine to my skull and soul And I see that you’ve vanished from my side And I see that you’ve vanished from my side


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


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KEEP YOUR CHIN UP

I have such high hopes; 
For you in this world!
I guess you can't see;
You're tucked up and curled;
In a safe, secure place;
Away from what's real.
With all of your needs met;
You don't miss a meal!
COOL as can be;
Caught up in 'this life'.
It seems you can't see;
What's real and what's right.
Let GOD help you;
Just search in your heart.
To help find new ways;
And to make a fresh start!


To My 14yr old son,
   I LOVE YOU!!!


Copyright © Latoyia Godfrey | Year Posted 2012


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Cowboy Hoe Down

On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.

The inside is decorated  
Lights are lit, the banners sway
By the walls barrels and cartwheels
Wooden stools and bales of hay.

Everybody loves a shindig
Where square dancing is the craze
Violins, guitars and banjos
Hillybilly music plays.

There’s a guy who’s always present
He’s the handsome Cowboy Kurt
On his head a leather Stetson
Dressed in jeans and chequered shirt.

Carol comes in golden pigtails
Gorgeous looking in flared skirt
She stands out; her smile is charming
She is hot and likes to flirt.

Cowboy Kurt looks quite appealing
He taps his feet to the beat
As other couples are reeling
Pretty Carol takes a seat.

Kurt decides to mosey on up
And lay his heart on the line
See if Carol would share some grub
Perhaps a swig of moonshine.

Tiny Carol surprises Kurt
Chugging down half a bottle
She eyes him coyly, looking pert
Then starts to jig full throttle.

Stunned Kurt is reeling to and fro
As wee Carol takes the lead
Dance floor clears; they put on a show
Kurt looks like a tumbleweed.

Music wouldn’t stop fast enough
For Kurt who couldn’t square dance
Carol is made of tougher stuff
And has high hopes for romance.

Totally lit and loving it
Carol trots to the outhouse
But when she returns, Kurt has split
“Where’s my man?” Carol does grouse

In his truck Kurt has hit the trail
Head still spinning from the dance
Carol sits upon a hay bale
Hoping he’ll return to prance.

After the hoe down was over
Banjos and fiddles tucked away
Cowboy Kurt was still a rover
Out cold on the hay Carol lay.



*Written October 6, 2014 
by Paul Callus and Carolyn Devonshire


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014


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The Witch's Birthday Bash Part 1

It was her big day, she'd waited a while
Her excitement was building, but so was her bile
She'd planned this party to the final detail
Invited all of her friends, she just couldn't fail

Picking up her new wand, she began to get ready
Her nervousness making her a little unsteady
She waved the wand and muttered a spell
That would make her hair look simply swell

But halfway through, she felt quite green
She mixed up the words and said something obscene
Sparks flew form her hair and set fire to her shawl
She leapt up in the air and let her wand fall

Screeching and cursing she danced round the room
Jerking so violently, she kicked over her broom
It shuddered before leaping high into the air
Knocking her over and into a chair

That would have been fine if she hadn't squashed flat
Her magical, but cranky, black and white cat
It meowed very loudly and flew into a rage
With claws and fur flying it went on a rampage

It flew at the witch, angry and wild
It's sleep now disturbed, it's temper quite vile
The cat landed squarely on the poor witches head
And digging it's claws in, it started to shred

The witch screamed quite loudly and stumbled right back
Screeching and pulling 'til she heard a loud crack
Holding the cat she looked down to check
And saw her new wand lying broken on the deck

Looking in panic at the defective magic stick,
Which was sparking and spitting out magical tricks,
She lifted her foot, backing away
But the cat suddenly panicked, abandoning the fray

The witch lost her balance and tripped over her dress
Tearing her stockings and hem in the process
She put out her hand to stop herself tumbling
And grabbed hold of the broom, still groaning and grumbling

Then the bell rang, her guests had arrived
Looking at the mess, she felt her hope dive
She'd had such high hopes for tonight's monster bash
She'd planned it for ages, made it quite flash

She went to the door with a tear in her eye
Her dress was ripped and her make-up awry
She opened it wide and beamed a feigned smile
But her friends saw through her attempt to beguile

They peered over her shoulder and exclaimed at the mess
Then looked back at the witch, she looked so depressed
"Don't worry," they said, "we'll help you out.
After all, that's what friendship's all about!"

The fairy waved her wand, the warlock cast a spell
It all seemed to be going exceptionally well
For a while it looked like the show would go on
But no-one had noticed the still sparking wand


Copyright © Jenni Munn | Year Posted 2011


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Liquor of Lament: My Glass is Half Full

Verse 6: I've given up love countless times 
I needed to pay up for my heartbroken crimes
I already repented for my sins that made my high hopes paper-thin
Don't you feel that envy from deep within? 
Searching around, wondering where you've been  
Wander with me in the forest of faith and hear me out if you are all ears
Trying our best to pass the test that we detest 
Innocence clothed us before we lost it all through smiles and tears
Years later, we're still together, even when we rest...even though I act like a pest...
I'm impressed that you dealt with me so easily
I'm a smarter hard worker ever since you set me free
I'm a survivor 
I'm so much wiser
I'm a giver, not a taker 
I'm not a heartbreaker or a forsaker  
I'm a creator of healing grace unlike any other, so much joyful fruit to gather
Positive auras is what I get from the wisdom of our mighty Father

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Verse 7: I'm only human, so I'll be making my mistakes
I'm a lonely man, so I'll be praying for chances to belong 
I'm only human, so I'll be drinking the liquor of lament 
I'm a dog without an owner, so I'm writing this sad, yet from-the-heart song 
All my life, I've sharpened the knife of Shame
Shadows consume me and reflections haunt me...my past is a hideous name
My high spirits can't be tamed...I'm not the one to blame...
You came to me, you came to me and gave me wings to break free
In the darkness of my oblivion to illuminate me...
Never exiting this ecstasy next to sea

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Verse 8: Closing my eyes for the remedy of rest I've yearned for
Posing like a model next to a camera...snap pictures and explore
You are my drug of delight and I want you more and more 
You picked me off of the filthy floor 
I lay in clouds of regretless love that I covet
I can't get enough of it...so glad we met 
You made me wet with pleasures so swell 
Our kisses and hugs ring a bell...you were a friend that treated me so well
You're my heaven and I'm your hell...you forgave me for being selfish I can tell 
Never should've drank that liquor of lament 
That liquor, liquor, liquor of lament...not broken, just bent 

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Verse 9: I made that mistake that I can't undo...
Now I'm left to repent for the wrong I didn't mean to do 
I didn't mean to do
I'll blame it on my luv floo
You made me love you too
How could you?
I said hello to you; but in return, I get a goodbye of rue 
I aimed for the stars, but instead, I hit the moon
Take your time as you and I sing a most familiar tune
We are young in heart still...
Don't you act like a deadly pill...
Stop pulling my heart strings
Your rage is like a bee that stings 
I engage in the sensuality of my soul 
You're my lightingale and my clever tool 
You're the bleak poison that makes me weak
I'm avoiding another glass of fake gladness...I want to be sober and meek 
So, don't speak...
I don't want to hear your prideful greediness
I don't want to hear your madness, your sadness, your lack of progress 
Take all of me if I'm the boy you want 
Take all of me if I'm the boy you need
Take all of me
Take all of me
Before time runs out
Before hope turns to doubt 

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Verse 10: Life is card game
Strife won't leave me be 
My wild child heart needs to be tame
Oh I see, you don't love me
Our sex wasn't enough 
I didn't give it to you rough
I tried to act smart and tough
But I'm dealing with some difficult stuff
Take a bite into me
I'm the good apple that's pleasant for the eyes to see
Lick me up and down
I'm the tattoo mark on your skin, 
I'm your lover, your beloved kin...that covers up your sin
I'm the bandaid on your bullet wound of glory
I'm the tourniquet to your broken leg of inability 
You're the seed that planted itself in me 
You're the greed that took away my humble me, you see?

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Verse 11: Be considerate and keen for once in your life
Why do your harsh words cut like a jagged knife?
Oh no, I can't hold on to this anger, boiling in my blood 
Oh no, your paradise was spent on someone better than me...what's up with that, bud? 
Pin me down with your heavy load of appealing pleasure beyond measure
No kidding, you are the best compared to the rest that's for sure 
My heads under the surface of hopelessness Your head is in the clouds of solace
What's wrong with that picture?
You don't appreciate the hardships that I endure 
Your loyalty and patience is what I need
Your adoration is beyond sensation...I'm your top-notch weed 

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Verse 12: Your magical touch is too much to bear...you're the golden armor I wear
You're the surreal song on the radio - turn it up a hair
Everyone stops and stares at us as we run up the stairs 
You are my dream of reality that I dreamt of During nostalgic nights without you by my side 
You are the white dove of peace and pure love 
Abide by my side, my darling devil...where do you hide? 
Please don't hide...
Take me on a bumpy ride 

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Bridge: I'm the valley and you're the mountain
You're the flourishing flowers and I'm the fretful fountain 
You're my muse that rings in my head so true...you're the happy blues 
You're my black and white checkered rose in the field of gracious good news 
The world of woe seems to beat me down 
With mood swings and tragedy that burns on...
I'm a clown, wearing a frown 
I'm the dusk before nightfall and you're the dazzling dawn
I make out with my mesmerizing sunrise right before my eyes,
Right before my eyes, yeah
Reminds me of you on your happy-go-lucky days
I'm sorry that we went our separate ways...oh, our own separate ways 
Now, I'm gulping up liquor of lament 
Liquor, liquor, liquor of lament
A guilt that overflows 
Clearly, my shame shows
The wicked wind surely blows
When you and I express our highs and lows
Ooooh ooooh ooooh...
Ooooh ooooh ooooh...
Our highs and lows
Ooooooh...ooooh...ooh...

(Spoken) You walked out that door
You left me with the one you adore 
You pity yourself, but I ain't buying your product of insecurity
You belittle me with your rebellious spirit of nothing close to empathy 
You're a rebel and a liar 
I'm the hero and a warrior
Don't put a label on me 
Because I will burst in flames of anger and hostility 
I resent the person I've become 
Now, I'm feeling empty and numb 
Catch me as I fall and make me feel whole as well
Attach me to your passionate heart of titanium...can't help but be under your spell


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


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Nights So Love-locked In Your Arms

Nights So Love-locked In Your Arms



Nights love-locked into your arms
breathing in all of your charms
A spell cast to set love ablaze
we lost into epic, romantic haze

You gave its greatest gift, bliss
thanking heaven I did not miss
The sweetest ever enduring kiss
in my dreams I often reminisce 

Rested within your lover's trust
heart's deepest desire, a must
Songs that sang us both asleep
memories we shall forever keep

Memories flood out this the best
love surviving each and every test!


Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2014

note: Decided to share here my poem for today, a sonnet,
the one I write every day on paper for my darling wife.
This one being so tame and pg I can do this..
Hope you may enjoy reading this heartfelt write..
 She will read this after her 12 hour shift today at the 
hospital. I have high hopes she asks me to frame this
 one too. The "tames ones" she asks me to frame but 
never the very racey, so very deeply intimate  ones. lol
She demands those always stay private..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014


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What I Am - Homeless and Blind

What have I done?
My anger leads to the divorce…
I kept relying on this force, 
Tugging me constantly
Where will my dreams lead me?
And I was getting off course of course
I slept in, pondering about you and dreaming of you, 
Riding a horse and finishing my evening chores
With you by my side
Are you up and about? Would you like a wild ride? 
You’re eyes are as deep blue as the sea 
What have I done?
My hopelessness has reached God’s ears at last
This hardship has just begun…bon voyage, long lost lover of mine!
Live for the now and look forward to the future – let’s just leave everything in the past
The journey is merely the beginning…I’m not feeling all that fine…sipping my favorite wine…
Sipping my favorite wine, playful as a filthy swine…
Rolling in the dirt and feeling various chills go down my spine – but, feeling unfortunate gravity weigh me down – happiness doesn’t last…
Stress Level – Extremely low
Bull****! My stress is far from low – even I know!
Where am I?
I lost my wealth…I’ve lost my garden…
Where am I?
I am in the hospital…I can’t live another day like this, living in this wrecked-up mess-of-a-house!
I am so weak compared to you – you’re the gigantic cat and I’m the puny mouse!
Where am I? 
I’ve lost everything literally! My job went down the drain due to being fired and all
I’ve lost my children! I’ve lost every dream I’ve dreamt all my life – I’m trying my best to stand tall
Hear me as I call!
Where am I? Do you even care? Do you listen to me at all?
Catch me as I fall…fall…fall into the black hole of my mind
There – you’ll find me…all naked, ashamed and blind
I’ve lost all of my MONEY! My fortune! My reputation and fame is ruined completely!
I’ve lost my grip of reality, engaging myself in my lust and fantasies, chained to my captivity
I gottah get up and try…though I’ve lost the battle
Though I didn’t run the extra mile – I feel like fatigued cattle!
Have I lost my faith and forgot about Him for real?
Have I lost my high hopes and was I made out of cheap steel?
Have I lost my head?
Have I gave in to past, present and future dread?
___________________________________________  [Am I alive or dead?]
There was a monster, 
devouring all of my positive thoughts, 
flowing through my head…
(barreling through my head)x3
Basking in regret and I want your joy instead!
There was this disaster,
Running through my mind...
There's no merry-charmed treasure to find
Trying to make a cherry-top decision...
Not expecting this unexpected...separation! 
This bad news left me doubtful, scared and blind!
Don't mind me - don't let it get to me...
This truck load of dread

This is what I am - 
Homeless, blind and dead
Don't let the bad news get to you or you'll be a butchered lamb, 
Bleeding out blemishing dread 


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Life on a hitchhike

Life on a hitchhike

A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut
mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled
into occular armpits,  no explanation. Hands that once
felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching
careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the
flesh depart,  skin crawling with old breakfast
sausage  patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh
does not win. Careful.   External refuse
hidden bonds  confide in mass abuse of internal
bliss like  factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say
goodbye like used coffee grounds  At last gasp I
set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with 
eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor.
Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake
I praise a restless content over a form boring of
less than glib compose and promote a position of
erectile tissue and ooooze about time ,  space
swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation
at arms------------------------------------------length

dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.


Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013


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The Movie

Today, I saw a movie. It spoke of life in the now, of love and people glory - just a simple story. Non to boring with high hopes for human beings and nature stirring. One may ask when over, did it reach the masses and how, it makes the passes of time.


Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015


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Who's to blame

We blame the white man for all our misfortunes
We're doing the best we can
So damn it! If all else fails
Blame the white man
Ignorance prevails.

Standing on long welfare lines
Trying to scrape for every nickel and dime
Yet with such hard times
We still find
The time
To have three or four kids

Chances for success decrease
Stupidity -like a disease, spreads
Among our black people
I ask –Whose fault is this?

The white man doesn't like the color of our skin
Angered by this we come together to fight him off
Only to separate because we don't fit in
Within our own circle of people
But we said everyone is created equal

Hypocrites we are
But the white man is to blame for us not getting far

HA! 

Blacker the Berry the Sweeter the Juice
How about -Blacker the Berry the Harsher the Abuse
From outside and in
My own brother don't like the color of my skin

So now I have to change
So I can fit in
Hold Up! Something isn’t right
As I pick up the bleaching cream
To make myself more white
To be socially accepted by my brother and the white man
Might as well put the money directly in his hand

And we wonder why
The rich is getting richer and the poor is getting poorer
Something we will continue to hear more of
If the white man continues to have control

Yeah, Let's blame the white man

But aren't you sick of the same story being told?
Now that Barack Obama is in control,
After setting a precedent
For being the first black president
There are high hopes for a dream that can possibly come true

But we will still walk around and complain
Losing sight of where to aim
And all I can do is wonder
Who's to blame?


Copyright © Latosha Mitchell | Year Posted 2014


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A Mythology Mixup

I’m in need of a pot of gold so a rainbow I must find.
First a rain dance I must perform, I hope that you don’t mind.
It must be danced at the dawn of day, or as the sun does set,
Because when the sun lies low in sky the rainbows shine the best.

Now pots of gold are an Irish lore and I am not of that clan,
And rain dances are performed by the natives of our land.
I hope that mixing cultural norms does no real harm to me,
But I come from a boring lot with no fantastic mythology.

So I danced around chanting words I made up while I hop.
I did it on a cloudy day the weather man said the drought would stop.
I wore a green hat and leather spats and four leaf clovers in my hair,
I was amazed when through the haze a rainbow did appear.

I followed the rainbow with high hopes, praying I chose the right end.
I’m willing to share the gold with you and the rest of my friends,
But when the end I finally reached there was no pot of gold there,
Just unicorns, magical horns, and Medusa with snakes for her hair.


Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010


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Hopelessly In Love With You

Hopelessly In Love With You
don't you know what to do ?
You are making me so confused 
we'er on isolated lands with no plans 
in a world that is dissolving around us,
I'm helplessly in love with you
but your darkness is taken the shine 
away from the eyes
this love we had is now making me blind,
This Love that I have for you started 
way before you got me into your world
of illusions that keep on the confusions,
I once had a strong burning love in my heart
that I knew nothing could take us apart
But with time this flame started to burn out,
My love, how could you do this to me 
I just can't understand
how Love could hurt so bad
Oh, you are making me so sad
and somewhat mad,
I will never understand 
why you want to see me cry
an put me in so much pain
that cuts me so deep within 
that could make one go insane,
Oh, please do give me the blame
I already feel a shamed,
You have me going upside down 
my feelings get so confused in this darkness
You ask me not to act this away 
I am sorry I really am 
but this is not a place I want to be in,
So, I picked out these three words that will best
describe the way I'm feeling right now
But I'm too scared to let you know
But this is the end of your show
I want to go
this so called Love is making me sick
things are way to strange 
into the darkness we go 
you are cutting me deep within my soul 
leaving marks upon my skin 
but the real marks are carved deep within,
I don't know what to do 
why don't you understand 
I'm in love with you
But this love that is in my heart 
you had taken it apart 
I can now see this darkness
is the light of your soul 
this is all you really know,
But in my heart I had high hopes for us
But all you do is make a fuss
I was hopelessly in Love with you 
But now I am over you.

Poetic Judy Emery


Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017


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High Hopes

Soul singed and burnt nerves,
Beer batter and deep fry hopes.

Deluge of sorrows, flood of fears
Wipe those tears, have dry hopes.

Walk through the shadow of doubt
Climb a mountain, touch the sky hopes.

You stomp on my dreams,
But you won’t crush my hopes.

The sky won’t fall today,
Held up by so many high hopes


Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014