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What's In The Urn

           What’s In The Urn

Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?

Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be perceived?
Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin
Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose

A death vase to glare at over cognac
By the sober flames cast by
A fire place glow observed in action
Liquid spirits pour out their poison

In the cozy living room inside the cabin
Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction
The urn is piercing through my soul
People belong in cemeteries you know

With all due respect for the dead
Scatter them at sea when they‘re deceased
Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease
Or as a center piece for living rooms 

I’m not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf
To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed 
And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal 
I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later

There must be a plot of ground outside 
Or toilet somewhere to flush it down
But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death
And I am their invited guest

Iguana tried consuming the family’s cat
Another favorite  pet I guess
It is surmised, that’s how it met its end
Wound up expired inside the urn
                                                                              
The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own
I swear it follows me from room to room
By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move
A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned 

I could not take my leave
The container followed me
So I waited, fixated on the thing
Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me?

Finding that which is not there
Is easier in the dark                                                                                     
Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks
I must escape the premises to continue skiing 

Into the frozen world outside I fly
With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn
I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way
Never again will I say; what’s in the urn

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

For Mama

She showed me the clouds
and how to walk on the ninth one. A dreamer.
In the absoluteness of her mind, no barriers
exist within existence
as if her battles have
been won. I think she craves to fly,
past those clouds---another possibility
to make possible, a challenge
to challenge. Or dream about.
She probably thinks that when I complain
I cannot see the clouds,
the way she did when things got rough
in life. Of course, I beg to differ.
She dreams. I live. I don't
keep my eyes on clouds all day
as if there is nothing else to see
to make me understand the world better.
I suppose I'll rest one day, exhausted
by the what-ifs and whys, while Mama smiles
and points upward.

Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014

The Fate of Snowflakes

they say no two snowflakes are alike,
I beg to differ
for me, they are all the same
since they remind me of you

glistening in beauty
as you fall—
twinkling with laughter
as you dance—
gracefully, ever so gracefully

blown by the breeze
you whisper
just like those snowflakes
of that sweet December
blanketing everything in purity

the fate of snowflakes
however, is very sad
for they melt away in the Sun
and our love was that snowflake
ever glistening, melting my heart

into a puddle of kaleidoscopic teardrops

they say no two snowflakes are alike,
I beg to differ…
for me, they are all the same



**********************************

Submitted for Constance's Horses or Snowflakes contest :)
Snowflake's the theme; written by me, nikko palmario (haha not kikko)

Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2010

Take A Penny, Leave A Penny

 You've seen them.  Those little trays on the store counter with pennies in them and often a sign saying “Take a penny, leave a penny”.  On occasion, I have dropped pennies in them, but until just recently, I never had occasion to need one.  Falling two cents short of my purchase price, I reached for another dollar, when the clerk said “I've got it” and added the two cents from the tray.  

It got me to thinking, which always gets me in trouble, how much those pennies are like poems,  lying there for the taking, waiting for someone to want them. Most people will not pick one up.  But when they want one, it is nice to know there is one they can have.

Some say pennies aren't worth much, but I beg to differ.  Their value varies from person to person. Poems are like that.  Their value is generally greatest to the person that offers it.  It is given for the most part to please someone else.  However, those that read them place their own value upon them. Some they are very thankful for, while others, well, not so much.  

The bottom line, to me at least, is a penny is always a penny and a poem is always a poem. It is what we do with it that makes the difference.  I know much that I write does not necessarily speak to the reader.  But to me, it's value does not decrease.  By the same token, I read some things and say “OK”  and move on, while others I keep.  It doesn't make any difference to me.  The author thinks it's great, and so do some readers.  That's as good as it gets.  If you don't care for it, like the penny, leave it there.  But if it fills a need, pick it up and use it.

Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2012

The Real Poetry

With eloquent verbosity,
and pompous grandiosity,
he'll voice his bellicosity
to show his intellect.

Devoid of any symmetry,
he'll pass it off as poetry,
but may I beg to differ,
though I mean no disrespect.

Blank verse is what he'll call it,
but no matter how you drawl it,
Mister Webster says that verse
means metric writing.

Since blank means lack of color,
I'll bet two cents to a dollar,
it's not poetry at all
that he's reciting.

Way back when I wore knickers,
there were even then traffickers
in this beat-less rhyme-less writing,
goodness knows.

But things were simpler then, you see.
We never called it poetry.
If there's no rhyme or rhythm,
it's just prose.

They say I'm no romanticist,
and surely I'm no fantasist,
but somewhat a semanticist,
who loves to turn a phrase.

I like to rhyme in meter,
and for me there's nothing neater,
than a rhyming meter-beater,
bringing back those good old days.

Copyright © Warren Dickman | Year Posted 2015

PINK ROSE

The rift
They say comes from deep
within.
But I beg to differ
Isn’t pink a compromise between
red and white?
At times even slightly
approaching lavender?
So why should it not
make a concession?
An indulgence
A consideration for the niceties
of the heart.
Dear pink alloy
So pure yet so imprudent.
Or is it that the alloy which was
refuses to acknowledge the alloy
which could become?
How my heart yearns for
your sweet fragrance!

Spread your petals and
Bid me inhale.

Copyright © Vicky Tsiluma | Year Posted 2012

Constructive Critism

There's consequences in all we say and do 
Go forward and walk your walk and I'll go ahead and talk my talk 
Quite distraught due to the fact that you're too good to be true
I know that the Lord of Accord will be following me like my shimmering shadow wherever I walk 

I will walk and walk
And I will talk my talk 
I will practice what I preach
To the pupils, I will teach

Pensive propositions is my speech's mission 
Honor and think through Constructive criticism
Cleverly-written composition begin to slightly transition 
Take correction not for granite...with optimism that is symmetrical like a puny prism 

Free-spirited I long to be 
With you as long as I thrive to wondrously live
I want to flee and be set free
Let go and have consideration to generously give 
Be anxious for nothing 
Love all and do your thang
God's spirit is available to us 24/7
I always make my way to 7-eleven 

Doing away with the latter days of my lament 
Live in the present of yesterday's tomorrow
My mind constantly whirls around like a hurricane near the beach and tornado in the east side of the United States - my mind is cozy in God's tent 
Repenting slowly, but surely until sorrow is a healing scar that flies away in recovery like a splendid, spunky sparrow 

Hooking up problems I need to fix 
At least I don't receive a million kiks
Tweet me, Facebook me, tumblr me...insta me...younow me...
But I'll still be lonely as can be 
Fruit of the spirit drives me to drift away from deception's flow that's broad and deceiving 
Faithful and loyal with dignity and positivity is what I crave in my character of behave-and-be-brave...
Self-control braces itself upon my inner being and I accept it kindly 
Patience paints a picture of peace in the frame of my mind silently 
 
Human nature
Is enmity to God that is evil and impure 
It leads to death I'm sure
God's way - the way of life at least in my humble opinion, which will be a fact in the near future 

It's okay to be different
It's alright to be working on perfection 
As long as you repent
For all the downfalls and sins we've committed that gave you inner infection 

Reveal to me His spirit and the life it produces fruitfully
Zealous is the sun that shines upon me oh so dutifully 
Gracious be to the sons and daughters of Him who has made the world so beautifully 
Until Satan tainted it with sinister avarice and insidious, chaotic catastrophe 

Quit your disputes and quarrels and arguing alike
Stop trolling people on the net...or you'll have something to regret 
Listen to instruction 
Accept correction 
You choose destruction or construction 
Do you want His amazing affection or His raging rejection!!?

Foundation of faithfulness
Goes to the called ones in God's family alone and He is the Father we look upon 
Obliteration of misery's mess
Come on and follow me...I will be your responsible leader from now on

I want knowledge from God
From on high, not down below in Satan's Despising Nature
People just ignore and nod
Approach people in the nicest way and react, act and think good thoughts and good actions and interactions that are grown-up and mature 

Need I proclaim my beliefs to all the world, Lord?
Should I explain myself constantly? What's my award? Reward?
What if I commit sins that I can't afford?
I hoard shame in my brain basement, but you played skillfully on the I-forgive-you keyboard 

There's a reason behind what God does
Do not remain blind or deaf 
The spirit of stupor is splendid to my human nature....and its faithless flaws
I don't understand your plate's creativity, my chill chef 

God selects His special chosen one
He sees the nature and character of each and everyone 
He is the guide to everlasting life that's full of blessings and miracles
But, my life is full of depression dungeons and mysterious black holes

Eat Christ's flesh and drink His blood of His Father's Wise Sayings and Life-giving Word 
You must abstain from lusts of your gullible, heartless hearts and your prayers will be heard
If you don't believe and betray Him for life,
Your life will end in jaded death and strife

I wish I can declare His Word to all nations 
But I get nervous and soft-spoken beyond frustrations and heightened hesitations 
I'm awkward... Why was I called in His church? 
Am I a bird that has nowhere to truly rest and perch?

Predicaments in double trouble dilemmas substantially produce like cells in the body
Free me, heal thee, I die for you to live...I live for you to die...your hard heart makes my softness wither with everybody 
Wide and broad are the path of many in this world of woe...and no one fully knows why 
Difficulty be to the few who choose the narrow route that leads to constructive criticism by Lotd Most High 

Once saved, always saved -
A belief originated in Christianity
I beg to differ - His saving grace has waved
Its effortless goodbye to Human's Atrocity 

Labor in prayer, don't swelter 
Work in love, sweat off hate and swear not
Be a giver, not a getter
Resist the urge to sin and persevere always, even in the darkness we rot

Discipline yourself
Through enduring self-control
Unlearn Satan's nature, as small as an elf
Compared to God's Giant Word that is a life tool to be rid of the fool inside us as a whole 

Doing evil will have its aftershocks sting us like a viper
It will shoot us down, so bite the bullet of the serpent's sniper 
I pray that I live in sanctuary city for the time being
I envy the happy-go-lucky and dislike what I'm seeing 

Drinking in the Lord's yoke,
Mixed with the Words He spoke
You bind me with a biggo blind fold
Your spirit's intention is to simply scold 

Faithful Moses parted the Red Sea
Miracles and curses shelter thee 
I never knew that my life was of significance
Until I noticed that everyone is living in ignorance

Except the called ones...
Faith that weigh a trillion tons 
Thank God for everything good
His word is a nourishing food

Emerge from the scorching coals and ice fire of your existence 
Transform yourself before you remain in ashes' realm...seek repentance 
The good news of the Kingdom of God is ringing in my ears
Wondering when it will be that day of awesome forever years

I will walk and walk
And I will talk my talk 
I will practice what I preach
To the pupils, I will teach

Fret not the desires on fire and the passionate petitions of your young heart 
Do not worship other gods before Him - Frey will fade away from the start
The gods of the east have come to get their revenge towards the gods of the east 
The battle between them is beast...it's like enjoying a feast of chaos and commotion and peace and emotion...but their attitudes puff up like the bread ingredients that includes yeast 

Inspired by (Matt. 7:13), (Matt. 11:29) and (Hebrews 11:24)

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016

The Truth

Listen to poem:

I have heard it is built with absolutes. I beg to differ, why not? There is past and there is future. Though the future may be indistinct, it is something tangible and inevitable. The past is what is in the history books, tales of all manner of creatures of course. And, lest we forget, living visionaries. Each tale revealing its own salient truths, for all men and women alike. So what is the truth? Can we not just rest in the present, the now? Believe that now, is the culmination of everything that happened in the past. No matter what history books we read. Believe that the future will be a culmination of everything past and now, more importantly now, for we have the great power to change ‘the now’. The reality we know will certainly be close to truth, if not the truth itself.
We dote on our past accomplishments and strive toward future endeavors. But when we have a cathartic moment in ‘the now’; do we, my friend, appreciate it? When a moment arises for us to recognize our very essence and that of something greater, do we appreciate it? Will you taste it and find relief? I will. Yes, the glory in our current victory. I say, will you indulge these thoughts? Granted time is too short to ruminate and this is by no means ‘wise’, but will you retain suspended disbelief and indulge what I impart?
My truth is and abstract and a construct of my own mind, it will not be changed nor will I be pressured by forces around me. I see the future as surely as I have experienced the past, shaping my perspective and giving me the ability to be bold. 
Our ‘truths’ are merely what we as individuals see them to be. Some may say our truth is an ‘opinion’ but I wager to say no, it can be harsh and not always congruent with what we feel. My truth is more.
I see it in the blue of a clear summer’s day and I taste in the salty water of the ocean. No question, I experience it as I walk over drops of dew at dawn on freshly cut grass.
You too will hear yours in the chirping of crickets at dead of night, as if they sing out in reverence to what is your truth. Believe it as surely as you can touch the soil beneath your feet and know you are on solid ground.
Close your eyes now, take that all away, open up to every physical sense that you have and accept your truth. For that indeed wisdom. You are insightful and aware to the nth degree. Do not be overcome by the doubt which abounds in depths of your subconscious and what we are told to be facts. You and I should not be swayed so easily.

Copyright © Bongisa Grey | Year Posted 2016

Interracial Relationships

Interracial relationships are way better than all-white relationships, all-black
relationships, all-Hispanic relationships, and all-Asian relationships. They're still
considered a bunch of lovebirds, even though they're from different worlds. It's the time
of the month for a black guy to date either a white/Caucasian girl, a Hispanic girl, or an
Asian girl (Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, or Korean) and a black girl to date guys that
are outside the African-American race, as well. It seems that everybody's promoting a lot of
interracial relationships around the U.S. of A., especially Texas. Everybody's wondering
that if there will be interracial children involved and stuff. I think that two lovebirds
from different races would become great parents, raising all interracial families. Some of
those interracial relationships don't last long, but I beg to differ. Some of them do last
longer than just 72 hours or even a week. that's why I tend to find a girlfriend that's
outside the African-American race. I'll date either a white/Caucasian girl, a Hispanic
girl, an Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, or Vietnamese), or a Middle
Eastern girl, and then have mixed-raced children of my own. And if all interracial
relationships were to stay stronger than ever, that would be very awesome.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

Take a Penny, Leave a Penny

You've seen them.  Those little trays on the store counter with pennies in them and often a sign saying “Take a penny, leave a penny”.  On occasion, I have dropped pennies in them, but until just recently, I never had occasion to need one.  Falling two cents short of my purchase price, I reached for another dollar, when the clerk said “I've got it” and added the two cents from the tray.  

Why bring that up you may ask.  Well, because I was thinking, which always gets me in trouble, how much those pennies are like reading poetry.  Most people do not avail themselves of poems that are lying there for the taking, waiting for someone to want them.  More people will probably leave poems then ever pick them up.  But when they want one, it is nice to know there is one they can have.

People say pennies aren't worth much, but I beg to differ.  Their value varies by how much you need or want it.  Poems are like that.  Their value is generally greatest to the person that offers it.  It is given for the soul purpose of pleasing someone else.  However, those that use them place their own value upon them. Some they are very thankful to get, while others, well, not so much.  

The bottom line, to me at least, is a penny is always a penny and a poem is always a poem. It is what we do with it that makes the difference.  I know that much that I write does not necessarily speak to the reader.  But to me, it's value does not decrease.  By the same token, I read some things and say “ok”  and move on, while others I keep.  It doesn't make any difference to me.  The author thinks it's great, and so do some readers.  That's as good as it gets.  If you don't like it, like the penny, leave it there.  But if it fills a need, pick it up and use it.

That's my two cents worth.

Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2012

I am Not an Asshole, Yeah or Maybe I am

But ifya wanna call me one
is ok

~~~~~~~~

bows to feng shui

~~~~~~~~~

i sometimes dance to giddiness
i sometimes dance to sorrow
i sometimes can't find uncensored tunes to dance to
gotta get up tomorrow
to whom ever's drumming

~~~~
as some would have it
grin

~~~~

as others would have it
chagrin

~~~~~

Right isn't so important
when ya need help
we've all been taught
needing help is sign of weakness....

~~~~~~~~~~~

I beg to differ.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Throw it in there
seriously
c'mon
how much have ya to lose?

Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011

Where to Wander

Feel more than free to take a quick tour into my mind's eye
Then, you'll find that you're on my mind and I don't know why 

Dare to wonder Where to wander
Dare to wonder What I ponder about, my dearest
Dare to ponder over me over yonder 

Care to share? 
You seem so unsure...
You Vacantly Stare
Everything and everyone - all aaahblur...do I love him or her?


Squander your time with me
No where to run or flee?

Don't worry, you're unforgotten
Don't fret, you and I aren't rotten 

Forget me not 
Regret me not 
Not left to rot
I'm just a mere thot
I was treated like a robot 
And, well, all for naught
Naught
Naught...

Numb off of the Lithium of Lament
I'm in awe because I'm your flaw
You're the sky and I'm the cement
I get stepped on and you get admired from afar like a liberating law

I keep trying,
But I'm frankly dying
I stopped crying
The moment you started lying
Love yourself for real
Make me feel your appeal
My heart is made of titanium and steel
It's no big deal that you're like an onion that's hard to peel 

I'm your arduous ark 
I'm your children's park 
Wander in my world if you dare
Wonder with your pupils, don't just stand there and stare

Turn up the mesmerizing music that's so epic 
Just a hair - put on something therapeutic 
I'm scorched with flames of uncertainty 
I'm as useful as scratch paper but you threw me out in the trash bin...as of lately 

In vain, I get driven insane
By the thoughts of you 
My energy remains to drain
In your hands of disdainful rue

•_~
Don't.
Look.
At.
Me.
^o^
Please.
Forgive.
Me.
=_=
Don't.
Walk.
Away.
>_<

Feeling like that crud in your eyes when you first wake up
Feeling like your shoes when you stomp on the ground
Seeing people pass by my house merrily or in a serious manner
For a matter of fact, I see you in the crowd of strangers and all your screams a whisper...a worthless, muffled-up murmur

Mirror my pain
Send your healing rain
Because I'm sick of this rejection 
Of your genuineless affection... driving me in a dark lane - a false direction...left in the-the abandoned store section 

Wondering where to wander 
Where do you wonder?  
Why do I ponder?
Wondering what to say
Speechless and led astray 
Where.
To.
Wander.
What am I pondering about?
Roaming another route...
Yes of course I am thinking that
You're the rat - a ridiculous target - and I, your crazy furry friend that so happens to be a cat ...your predator that is hungry for its prey, its weak, feeble and helpless victim 

Run-on sentences flood my mind 
Laughing slightly by the tickling sensation in my heart that I cannot find 
I beg to differ the difference between right and wrong in your point of view 
You...the other side of the coin... You're contrary to what I'm used to...in my bubble of busted hopes, but chasing after yiew
Yiew
Yiew dare to wonder
Where I wander?
Away from you?
No I'm after you if only you knew
Or even had the slightest clue

Torture me softly
Love me tenderly
If you loved me,
You would find me
Bond and find yourself,
Even if you're the giant and I the elf
Please.
Accept.
Me.

You hate all,
Except me
I love all,
Except you 

Where to wander off to...?...
Hm......mmm......
Dare to wonder 'bout my clue?
Well I'm sick with dem luv floo
I sneezed on the beat
And it got on fleek
I breathed in and out and fell right back on my feet
You're arrogance isn't close to meek
Keen joy drugged my nature
Drunk on the liquor of lament and these hardships are too much to bear or to even endure

But, I witness fear
Waiting for you to disappear
Reappear, cheer 
Get away from here, my dear
My where-to-wander deer
Don't fear, healing's near
Clearly, you don't care 
Trust fall I did and you didn't play fair
Let's play truth or dare
I dare you to care and be a happy pair
Not gonna happen I'm afraid
You're another type of shade

You can't...
Mend this tear in my heart
You can't 
Lend a minute year to my ripping apart

Naturally, you're my darling devil
You, oh my word, gave me heavell
Seven days a week I think of you
One minute a year you think of me...it's like we are fighting this competitive, unfair duel

Together, we went far
You're the street and I'm the car
You drove on me emotional recesses of rage and desire; you faked a smile and I was once your devoted mentor 
You, the angsty passenger...the awful offender...gave me a lecture like my worst-best professor...

I know these words don't mean much to you
But...where I wander off to I may never know where my wicked wind blow
You put me in danger in all aspects of life...you were like the aftertaste of eating a burnt stew 
Nevertheless, I found you a mystery unsolvable and an entertaining show 

I'm doing well and all
Someone's banging at my wall
Bemused...amused...abused...messed up in the head
Distracted...jaded...faded by fear...hanging on chandeliers of cheer and dread


Liberty wins my heart and I'm depressed to see your true colors that is an unconditional work of abstract art
Destined to be at my destination as soon as possible -
In your arms, not in the gravitational pull of the deathcart...starships were meant to land as well as fly right from the start...I gave you my mind and heart 
There's this sensation I feel that's making me feel gullible...unable to move on from this uncanny dilemma I'm in unless you make the decision to Change - now that's applausable 

Now, for a change, I feel this sensation beyond belief 
I have a hangover of hatred and hellbent grief...far from brief relief

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Less often than once

Life has been given me 
more times than truth would dare,
Death has passed by 
less often than once.
You say symmetry, symmetry 
prevails around here!
I beg to differ, 
the inanimate is not to fear.

Love knows no kind or state
of mind 
where thoughts in line
perpetuate the logic of time
but only lives in the knowledge
that nothing perpetuates itself 
except itself.

To bear fruit 
is to feel the geometry of syntax
in the movements 
of self-willed digits.
Yet the semantics of my heart 
is to divine
the course of my fingers
riding into
the horizon of your skin.

I hear the noises 
that contaminate
the streets and suburbs 
of man’s blueprints and plans
but only the rhythms of your heart
channelling love’s winds of joy
make it into the soul of my land.

Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2014

Till I'm Gone

When I'm gone...
You're gonna miss me over my dead body 
When I'm gone...
Till I'm gone...bye-bye, love...I guess I was your nobody and love everybody, but me...
When I finally belong 
You're gonna depart from me
When I sing my song 
You'll try to embrace me, but I'll turn the other cheek embarrassingly...
Pack up and leave
I'm keeping pace with my every heart beat and with every movement of my tireless, energetic feet 
Walk away or I'll grieve
I'm preserving vast grace with successful fails in repeat...in repeat...
Till I'm gone away from your trance that enhanced negativity 
Till I'm gone...I'm not significant in your eyes of plastic positivity 
Till I'm gone, a freak that gets pushed in the margins, that loner amongst the crowd of know-it-alls and gossipers 
Till I'm gone, I'm the winds of wistfulness that whispers 
Word of wisdom to you...I echo my mesmerizing murmurs 
Words of foolishness and jokes that gives you painful laughters

Take all of me
Till I'm gone
High hopes flee
As I run...

I'm arriving undone
No one sees
Cuz no one cares...all they do is make fun
Of me, oh please

The reason I keep pressing on
Is that I am in need of this gap filled
Feels like I've been let down a ton
I'm not worthy of praise or recognition...that's what reality paints me a picture of and I am the frame that looks upon it...unfulfilled...

Rather, I beg to differ
I am confidently humble
Why am I lazy hyper?
I stumble on disheartening rubble
Tripping on your barriers
Till I'm gone away for real
The cat beside me purrs 
My problems are no huge deal
I'll get over it
Till I'm gone
I'll give up and throw myself in this painstaking pit
Till I'm gone
Till I'm gone

Kill this hate,
Loving me alive 
I'm in this state
Of I-won't-survive
Too many words pierce my ribcage...doubts drown me, for we were never on the same page
Too many arrows shot me down in this reduced-to-rage cage...what did I do to deserve your revenge that smells of chocolate and a-scorching sage 

Rather, I beg to differ
I am confidently humble
Why am I lazy hyper?
I stumble on disheartening rubble
Tripping on your barriers
Till I'm gone away for real
The cat beside me purrs 
My problems are no huge deal
I'll get over it
Till I'm gone
I'll give up and throw myself in this painstaking pit
Till I'm gone
Till I'm gone

You pulled the trigger
I bit the bullet, self-absorbed son of a gun
Fickle, hatred-marinated lovin' made me feel sicker and it made me drunk off the lament liquor 
I ran the extra mile, only to find that you are the morbid moon, not the shimmering sun

Tripping on your barriers
Till I'm gone away for real
The cat beside me purrs 
My problems are no huge deal
I'll get over it
Till I'm gone
I'll give up and throw myself in this painstaking pit
Till I'm gone
Till I'm gone
Tripping on your barriers
Till I'm gone away for real
The cat beside me purrs 
My problems are no huge deal
I'll get over it
Till I'm gone
I'll give up and throw myself in this painstaking pit
Till I'm gone
Till I'm gone

Till I'm gone
Till I'm found, 
Coming undone 
Underground 
Corruption's cum cloud my eyes, but I'm still gonna be the champion of this run
Victory-bound
With a shout sound
Till I'm gone
Till I'm gone
That all-to-familiar silent wars that we fought,
We were all distraught and it was all for naught 
We are putting our wild-child souls and spirits on river fire
The moment you buried me alive with your disdain desire 

When I finally belong 
You're gonna depart from me
When I sing my song 
You'll try to embrace me, but I'll turn the other cheek embarrassingly...
Pack up and leave
I'm keeping pace with my every heart beat and with every movement of my tireless, energetic feet 
Walk away or I'll grieve
I'm preserving vast grace with successful fails in repeat...in repeat...
Till I'm gone and break, 
Till I'm gone for your sake
Till I've gone away from your grip
Till I've found a sheltering, shameless relationship
Called friendship with no limits
No more worries or little misfits 
I'm done with carrying around your emotional baggage that is so unfeeling...killing me gently, but steadily; it's rather oddly interesting 
I've gone astray into a land of grand people that understand...I've done much healing and it's quite appealing

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

Hey Girl

When would you cease to fight
the pain you have kept inside,
When do you learn to let go
of love not fated for you.
When would you stop pretending
of things you think is  smooth sailing.

At night, I heard you weep
In the morning, I saw the stains on the sheet.
You deserve better,
better than those damn tears.

You think you are weak,
but I beg to differ you my sweet.
You are brave on your own fault,
giving your all to love at the most.
Unfortunately, to a man 
who doesn't see your worth.

Copyright © Eva Demate | Year Posted 2014

The Winner

I don’t know why I said it, 
But Mom gave her head a spin,
When I claimed, “I’m so unlucky
That I simply cannot win.”
She pinned me with her gray eyes,
And she said, “I beg to differ.”
I straightened up my shoulders and
I stood a little stiffer.
When Mom called for attention,
Attention is what she got.
I knew that listening to her
Was much better than to not.
“How can you say you are unlucky,
When you have everything you need?
You’ve your mom and dad and brothers.
We all love you, yes indeed.
Do you know there are some children
Who have no family at all?
You have never been alone an hour.
We all answer to your call.
Daddy works hard to feed and clothe you
And I keep you combed and clean.
To say that you’re unlucky
Is untrue and very mean.”
Her voice softened as she noticed
The big tears in my brown eyes.
“That you thought you were unlucky,
Is to me a big surprise.”
Satisfied I’d learned my lesson,
She turned from me with a smile.
“Now run away and play Dear.
Supper’s in a little while.”

If I were to start complaining
I’d recall her words again.
I’d remind myself that I’ve been lucky
And I always, always win.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012

My Tormentor

Jackie Hall was very very tall
But I was very very small
I’d shrink back in the shadows for fear of being seen
Because Jackie and her gang were very very mean.

My only time of sanctuary was when I heard the bell
I’d dash out of the classroom, and then I’d run like hell
No one at home knew what was going on
But all my confidence and sparkle well that had all but gone

Then one day a teacher – Mr Perry – cottoned on
He asked me what was happening and from that day the sun shone
The bullying and teasing was stopped immediately
I was overjoyed and as happy as can be

Back then when I was at school there was little support
In schools now anti bullying lessons are taught
So speak out – tell someone and have your say
Please don’t let the bullies ruin another day

J Allison
26th February 2014
And they tell you 'schooldays are the happiest days of your life' I beg to differ!

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Serious

"My dear, I think you are shrinking!"

No, you just spend too much time drinking…

"No, I pass the time by thinking!"

Then it's just in your head…

"You are already dead! It's odd talking to a living corpse…"

I breathe your air! I walk your ground! I speak your words!

"Do you drink my sustenance, eat my food, Because, your words taste like repentance!"

I beg to differ!

"I want to see you beg on your knees!"

I want an apology, please!

"I WANT TO SEE YOU BEG ON YOUR KNEES!"

Could a corpse do this?

"You have a weak punch."

COULD A CORPSE DO THIS?

"You have a mediocre kick, just look how you hunch!"

Why don't you fight?

"I don't take candy from children."

That's not funny, it's not! I'm here! I'm in your sight!

"No,  you've already left"

Come again?

"Give it back. You have till the count of ten!"

Copyright © Rebecca Berezin | Year Posted 2012

Alone

Coming to my dwelling place for a moment of rest
No 'sweet thing' to welcome me, no soft caress upon my chest

No sweet scent from her perfume
No sexy lingerie in my bedroom

No stimulating conversation at the dinner table
Listening to this, one may say that this is just a foolish fable

Oh, how I beg to differ, for the heart and reality are two of life's great truths
Living day by day in the 'concrete jungle' is more and more living proof

I could indulge like so many and have someone here
But why?  Why play this senseless game of LOVE, knowing she is not my DEAR

No sweet embrace, no beautiful face
Only memories, as I seek refuge from this 'rat race'

Only stirring echoes from a lovely, romantic past
Living today alone far from her sensual touch, sometimes wondering, how long will this last?

Mmmh!  Silly me, NOW is a reality that must BE
It's not about her, it's not about them, it's not even about me

This is an inevitable time that has come
And only dear God knows how long it will run

So, ALONE is how I must live
Until my heart acknowledges the love I must give

Alone, alone but not lonely!

Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2016

Not So

What makes lawyers tick?
        Greed leads the list many say
I beg to differ

Copyright © Carol Zic | Year Posted 2012

Thirteen

THIRTEEN

They say the number 13 is unlucky any day,
However you may see it, misfortune’s on the way.
I beg to differ with them, for that is not my tale;
Real blessing it has for me, it oft seems to prevail.
The many times God’s blessed me in extraordinary ways
Each time it has a 13 somewhere within that day.
Enjoy the number 13? You may not like to do,
No?  I’ll take number 13 if it is not for you!

Acrostic of THIRTEEN--dedicated to our church music coordinator Stacy Withers.

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2014

Patience for a lifetime

I've spent a whole day with you
But the second you leave it 
becomes hard to breathe. We 
bring out the best in each 
other, sharing the umbrella to 
survive the storm together. 
Some people have boyfriends, 
some have lovers, but I have
A best friend better than all the 
others. You help me feel. You 
help me to believe that a little 
big thing called love can 
actually be real. You care about 
me more than anybody I've 
known. No wonder why when 
you leave I'm so alone. 
Distance can hurt but they say 
time heals. I beg to differ sir 
because nobody understands 
how this feels. I'm becoming 
numb to the core, can I even 
stand to wait anymore?
"Love is patient"
"Love is kind"
I will wait for you as long as 
you wander my mind.

Copyright © jasmine murphy | Year Posted 2014

What's the Color of Love

Valentines' day
always has a way
of making red
color to be 
its lead
trademark

Even with the
trademark's
screaming popularity,
I beg to differ
because no one has
ever seen the true
color of Love

Can the color be white
because of the light
of Peace Love brings
into our lives?

Can the color be pink
because of the mask-
less beauty that
radiates from Love?

Can the color be orange
because of the endurance
we sustain in our hearts
as arrows of hurts
come on our way?

Can the color be yellow
because of the joy
and happiness 
that comes about
because of the presence
of Love?

Can the color be purple
because of the mysteries
that Love brings to people
deep within them,
when they are passionate
for each other
in the form of fights,
suicides and elopements?

Can the color be gold
because of the old
experiences on romances that
give us wealth of wisdom
in the form of Love?

.......Can the color of Love
lie in the beholder's eyes?



Date: 12/04/2014

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014

The Seventh Day-PART 1

On the Seventh Day,
 it is often written,
often said,
that the creator rested....... 
I BEG TO DIFFER!!!!

Fore I believe that on the seventh day,
that he set at the helm of his creation called mother earth,
thinking humm what's missing?????
let me look ,let me search.........

He contemplated for a minute or two....
then he said I think I got it!

I want to create someone, some things that will be moving,
yet  soothing and UPLIFTING
ENCHANTING!!!!

I want someone that the world will forever behold, 
as the birds were singing and chirping ,
 Ahhh music and notes!!!!!!!!

He created music and musicians!
Spread them all throughout time
with voices that could never be forgotten,
tones that still move,
melodies that fit every single mood!!!

Here's a little  proof

He created

BACH, BHETTOVEN, MOZART, classical kings!!!
DUKE ELLINGTON, LOUIS AMSTRONG, ELLA FRIZGERALD and their jazzy legacies.

He was just getting started,
warming up.
He created ANITA BAKER, PATTI LABELLE, AND LUTHER VANDROSS TOO,
went on to make PRINCE and MICHEAL JACKSON, JAMES BROWN, AND ELVIS ALL NEW!!!

THE ROLLING STONES, OTIS REDDING, DINAH WASHINGTON, and of course a lady by the 
name of Billie Holiday!!!!

When the angels ask are you done????

He said NO WAY!!!!
I got SO much more to make and include,
this could take a lifetime 
relax and enjoy.
STAY TUNED!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright © Jesu Johnson | Year Posted 2009

The Search is on

I scramble through this wilderness
Not knowing where to land
The dreams I had seen
Seems to have diluted
In the poisonous waters of the plastic ocean.

This exhibitionist world demands my obedience
But I beg to differ
For THEY know not
My happiness lies
Not in riches nor in fame
But in the letters
S-A-T-I-S-F-A-C-T-I-O-N

The clouds of despair
Never leave the sight
Threatening to cast
A spell of ceaseless frustration
I cower for protection
But without a HOME, I know
I shall be blown.

Is it difficult to comprehend a man
Who pursues gratification
And not hedonism and wealth
I says the difficulty is not in the man
But in the rigid dogmas of so called reality
For that MAN is as plain as paper
If those SHACKLES are broken free.

The irony now being that
Hope is my enemy as well as my friend
For it gives strength
But abandons without a whisper
Nevertheless, my will to differ
and bring a change
Tops it all
Hence the search is on.

Dedicated to all my INFP brothers and sisters(the dreamers)

Copyright © bidyut bikash brahma | Year Posted 2011