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Conscience

Conscience
Lub dub lub dub
Do you hear that?
That is the sound of your heart beating
That and me is all that you should hear

You’ve never cried this much since you were kid
You’ve never felt this much since you were a kid
You’ve always thought you were brave, though, strong
A lioness capable of bring anything down that hinders
But now you’re at your most vulnerable
An open wound is your heart
You want the earth to tear apart
The soil to eat you whole
This is your only salvation from her judging eyes
But it will never happen
Life doesn’t work that way
Look at me
This is you
Without you mask of emotions
Without all your façade
Bare and stripped
An exhibit of all your secrets, lies and all your demons
Guilty, ashamed, disgusted
Are you not?
Can you bear to see your parents weep of what you’ve become?
All their sweat of hard work,
Tears of heartbreak
Wasted on the rubbish that you are
Your tears are nothing now
But there’s still time
You still have this chance
There is only one thing left for you to do
Change

Lub dub lub dub
Do you hear that?
That is the sound of your heart beating
That and me, your conscience, is all you heard.
Categories: lub, change, sin, slam, teenage,
Form: Free verse

Heartbeat

Morning dew dripping from my eyelids
doors banging at the center of my heart
as the symphony gets ready to start.
the flute begins with a champion song
while the listless crowd jeers merrily along.
brass, rhythm and base
my lips tremble with sadness,
and I could not escape this emptiness.
The sound increased,
but the pain did not cease.
Tump
thump
lub-dub
ba- bum
chanting sounds from the congo drums
reduced me to crumbs.
The violin ushers in,
and the vibrating trumpet sound begins
The chords get louder and louder
exploding emotions in the air,
leaving me cold,
empty and bare.
The manipulative trombone echoes through my ears,
and the deceiving guitar tune appears,
in one second  everything was said
and I scrambled hopelessly to my bed.
It rips up my innate passion
while they look upon me without compassion.
I waited for an answer
but he was entwined with the belly dancer.
The symphony increase,
every beat exposed
the daunting rhythm to my piercing soul.
they appear one by one,
raging without control
Tubo, trombone,
French horn and bassoon
harps ,tiako and bamboo flutes
made their speechless debut,
heartbeat telling me the truth.

©2013 Christine Phillips
Categories: lub, betrayal, emotions, hope, love,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member History Is Our Story

HISTORY IS OUR STORY

Has someone rolled aloud a drum in my chest
as I hear the decibel loud: lub-dub so jest crest?

Thousand miles apart but such distance is now bridge
my long frozen heart taken finally from the fridge

I, arrived as planned. His plane too, has land. 
Already,  our contrived vacation has began.

Though surrounded by the live world theater,  
we hugged and smiled, soon as we closed the meters

Within the walled city is a hundred years of history,
in those cobbled roads we walked --we started our own story

Cotton soft clouds watched as blue eyes meet black eyes
cheek to cheek is the wind that fans the blushing guy--

for infront of him is the girl he so long to be with.
Her smile is as spellbinding as like that of a myth.

Old church they view but our hearts search came true,
our first meeting drew our probable break through.

Two days passed, we went to "where magic begins" park
from roller-coaster to merry go round, our chemistry spark

We talk like we've known each other a thousand years
our thoughts quick to bake a spongy cake so sincere.

Day-walks and night-walks: the sun and the stars we outshine
for our togetherness' light willed and wine by our God divine!

Meals -- a delicious treat but our laughter echo a dessert sweet
People who witnessed foretell, our tale is weave without deceit..

Sleeping deep is this volcano lying in the middle of the lake
and so we urged our aching past to melt in ten days break.

This vacation is filled with so much good memories,
so surreal, I dream of this always in my reverie.
______________________________________________________
Sponsor	Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name	Memorable Vacations 
Placed 2nd...
10:30 pm. April 14, 2015
Categories: lub, history, life, love,
Form: Couplet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry


Premium Member Fragile But Determined

FRAGILE BUT DETERMINED

When leafage brushes hues of gold and brown
painting a canvass delighting the senses. The mind
tickled in imagination to wander, wonder round.
Amidst tweaks heard from brittle lumber's arms:
a seasonal alopecia brought by winds, crisp-cold.

Breezy chill caress, frenzy fanning sometime in a flash.
I tag his hands, stepping nearer for better warmth...
Rustling running crystal water tumbling to rocks
yet still, effortless flowing and flowing yelling life!
So must we even when dragging miseries arise

standing unconditionally, fragile but determined.
A whispher of prayer roar, like ocean currents
melting stony hearts. Resurrected beats drum
hopeful, lub, dub! Lub-dub! Lungs in fever air
resonating flowering depthness of undying faith
________________________________________________________
October 10, 2017
Categories: lub, confidence, courage, dedication, faith,
Form: Blank verse

Premium Member Drink a Shot of Kiss

DRINK A SHOT OF KISS

peeking inside a mouth
I see a white fence some big, some stout
as my small nose gets a `lil bit closer, yes! closer!
Smell of berries, so fresh hmmmmn! (without sear)

Lips of supple soft and red
they twitch and protrude
lingering for quite awhile
sipping sweetness like of pies

I breathe, deep and slow, deep and slow
jive and brush of lips let it flow...
Palms now on high fever, enticed
walking slow to the head, holding it, pause!

Eyes on one key locked, we stare
savoring the minutes of the magic fair..
Not enough, hungry for more, the pair of lips
again, move, move , a space without air

Left to right
Up and down
on and on
on and on

TASTING... 
SUMMONING...
BITING...
NIBBLING...

Heartbeats rush to drum: lub! dub! lub! dub!
Ah! even the lungs rush to suck and blow...
More and more wanting the magic not to end
Others, eyes are shut, some peek in slits

Drinking each minutes of time
as feelings rush, pop like firecrackers
mind and body sings a single rhyme....
____________________________________________________________

CONTEST NAME: LEAST VIEWS
Contest Sponsor: Casarah Nance
~~2nd Place~~
Written: June 23, 2013
Revised: September 13, 2015
Categories: lub, humor, imagination, joy, kiss,
Form: Lyric

My Love For Cupcakes

What is love?
Hmm! Love simply is what it is
Maybe, a simple hug sealed within a kiss
A twinkle in the eye or a smile that can melt hearts into butter
If you were to give it another kiss; would turn that butter into a flutter
Lub-dub! Lub-dub! It is as if your heart being reborn inside a sigh! Ahhhh!
That sounds just about right like a cup-cake with full of ice cream on top, yeah!
Or is it just as plain or as gentle as a breeze... Making you feel rightly at ease
Or a big word like a metamorphosis; the turning of a butterfly to a cocoon
Meanwhile without you ever knowing it, you start talking to the moon
Love breathes within a moment; in the touching of the hands
Love speaks in a language only the hearts can understand
Love walks with you when all your intentions are pure
Love listens when you are ready; love is the cure
Love endure and it will always come your way
Love is faithful-ly embedded inside your DNA

By Wilbert Dela Cruz 6-6-16
Categories: lub, fun, love, poems, romantic,
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Lub-Dub

lub-dub
lub-dub
I am alive 
and ready to take on the day
and whatever 
may come my way


lub-dub
lub-dub
the time between the beats
changes 
with my pace
and the expression on my face

lub-dub
lub-dub
the time of day
is divided  
into twenty four hours
with many beats

how many beats 
does it take to make the bed
or take a train to work 
how many beats 
does it take to count the beats
I must count the beats some time
before it's too late

lub-dub lub-dub
lub-dub lub-dub
the heart is a variable metronome 
that does not measure time or keep time
it can only keep the beat going
and measure love

lub-dub lub-dub
lub-dub lub-dub
time 
does nothing
love 
does it all
Categories: lub, birthday, for her, funny,
Form: Free verse

My Pretty Little Red Rose

All roads they say lead to Rome
But this one was leading towards home
A fiery storm brewing in fractions
Ripples surge to thirstily kiss the river’s mouth for reactions
The hubbub silenced with an inner raspy roar!
This scenic drive, a famished lovers’ galore
Latched securely and songful on the mountainous terrain
Forecast for the voyage; torrential romantic rain

There is more than one way, they say, to skin a cat
Specials for today- heartfelt cuddles, sheltered pecks, fragrant whispers and that tender pat.
The savouring of the pulpy gourmets roots the rhythm of lub-dub towards abrupt
So much balminess in the ‘Beautiful’ carriage; hearts are bound to erupt!
The night skies start to blanket over, home now, not so far
The hero of my movie; that gracefully-embroidered sweet red star
With the age of days in delight I would pose
And each time my pinning eyes would grace my pretty little red rose...
Categories: lub, relationship, romance,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tick-Tock

My lub dup





time ceases to flow
If I don't see you a day
my heartbeat you are.....





Haiku
Written August 1st, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Categories: lub, cute love, feelings,
Form: Haiku

Art Critic

Out of the darkness 
arises color burst

Van Gogh starry night sky style

The blues disappear in light burst
on my night sky

Resurrect your kind heart  
from the pettiness of discontent

Your lack of talent at an old age
cripples your dry shriveled bean of a heart.

Lub-dub! Lub-dub! Lub-dub!? How many ticks
before the end?
Categories: lub, anger,
Form: Free verse

The Call of the Words

Like Jack London’s howling White Fang,
so, too, is the call of words,
words that howl in the resonating chambers
of mind’s memories, senses, pleasures and pains;
the no-memory of no-time, just this, 
that speaks in the lub-dub of blood pulsing,
the inhale, exhale of never being quite sure
if there will be another one.
Categories: lub, on writing and words
Form:

Loverina

The first time laying eyes on you
I would have never knew
You an angel whose radiance from their smile
Surrounding us, when we walked down the aisle,
Would spin my world in blissful charms.
Whose delicacy and mannerism in their walk rippling to the shore like a river into my arms
Would be the remedy to my bradycardia -
A desolated lethargic rate of the aorta.
This serendipitous relation
Felt surreal transcending any comforting elation.
Your gregarious character is the “lub dub” to my heart

I know that it’s difficult us being apart.
Undoubtedly, I loathe it as I do being on a highway stuck in traffic
Despite the distance this music from my speaker is rhythmic, intrinsic…prolific,
Nevertheless, as time perpetuates
And traffic slowly abates our distance abridges
Your unceasing music seductively stimulates to keep me focused and awake.
So when the time is…now, I will hold you and look at you once again like it’s my first take.
Being intertwined in mind, body and soul I know you and I can conquer any earthquake.

Without regard the world can be tumultuous at times
But I find peace when I stare into your eyes.
It calms me more than the middle of a tornado
Like a blanketed pasture in a misty meadow.
Vibrant and green resembling Sphene,
But mystically orange as in a sunset scene.
Your poetic spell has put me in a trance
The snaps from your poem has put me in a dance.

My heart standing on the rail you teach me ronde de jambe en l’iare
Your personality reaches out and lifts me up like hot air,
Plie.
Although love has been unkind in the past I’ve opened up more and more to you
Releve.
Is it just me? That does not want this venture to end
Passe.
Before I know it I put it all together and you and I have been spinning and spinning in your lyrics
Fouette.
Categories: lub, longing, love, memory,
Form: Ballad

Feelings

Don 't let feelings creep in .
It makes life hell.
Kills you and pains till death. 

Slaughters your dry throat.
Cannabis is the only way.
Comes in at mid-night. 
Remain till dawn. 
Fearful as dracula.
Suck your blood from heart. 
 
Manaq mind crucifix your body .
Pulchritude is the only reason.
      
      Sumber  sumber  sumber..........
      Sumber sumber sumber............

Don t let feelings creep in.
It makes life hell. 
Kills you and pains till death. 

Lust the body cry for.
Rue over the salicious job. 
Swill over the thought. 
Inner soul thuds and thuds it hard. 
Succumb your thought 
for the ridiculous job.

Don t let feelings creep in 
It makes life hell. 
Kills and pains till death. 

Meditate your heart. 
Only for lub & dub .
Sounds made by heart. 
Which keeps you alive. 
But never let feelings take over. 

Surrender it to your mind. 
And never  let your heart 
to control over forever.

       Sumber sumber sumber.........
      Sumber sumber sumber.........

Don 't let feelings creep in.
It makes life hell 
Kills you and pains till death .
Categories: lub, depression, life, body, feelings,
Form: Lyric

A Week of Love Afair

It’s Monday morning
I thanked for the broken heart
It’s Monday morning…
Where I used to smile at you..
Where I’m happy to see you..

It’s Tuesday morning
Where the Sun is up… you’re here
It’s Tuesday morning
We used to cuddle around
And you are embracing me…

It’s Wednesday morning
Where coffees on the table
I used to serve hot
With toasted bread and butter
In a heart shaped form salver…

It’s Thursday morning
Where beautiful sounds I’ve heard
All Birds are singing
And we used to sing with them
We’re laughing at our voice…

It’s Friday morning
Where I received a message
“I Love him, get lost”
I felt broken and betrayed
Questions lingered with a shame..

Saturday morning
I haven’t heard you around
My heart weakened and
Crying for the lies I’ve got
“lub dub” “lub dub” “lub dub-lub”

It’s Sunday morning
Where I prayed for love to reign
Hating you won’t help
Though pain won’t just disappear
Mem’ries I know will remain…


It’s Monday morning
Finally, I’m still alive…
It’s Monday morning…
Where I smiled at you… at once
“Thank you for the pain, Get lost!”
Categories: lub, emotions, feelings, heartbroken, love,
Form: Tanka

Echoes of the Heart

lub dub, lub dub  echoes of the heart
just one sound that will tear it apart
its reins will tighten and choke the air sacks
fuselage lines squeezed  from the fortress of  plaques

the alarm is out to all cells standing in harm’s way
its possible they may not make another day
it could be sudden  like a viperous bite
that could send the body into a shocking flight

tunnels are  barricaded, tissues starving  for blood 
chemical stations are straining to get thru the mud
the flashing alarm has tripped, all  responders are rushing
anti coagulators gown up to intercede and begin crushing

sirens in the rescue bunker, corpuscles set out to quell
can they  get there quickly or will life end up in the well
detour routes are now flagged to allow an alternate flow
when safety is signaled all lanes will open and be set to go.

all commuter service has been put on red alert
predators do not interfere, let the squads tend to the hurt
second alarm sounded as there are many causalities 
the impact is enormous,  there may be reduced mentalities

life lines installed to improve the balance of nutriments 
also to flush out the exorbitant level of ill condiments
recovery is expected although time is of the essence
 mortality levels can rise post arterial strikes, during convalescence.

all teams called to aid in the tragic head on collision 
will undergo  precautionary measures for structural revision 
efforts were made with fortunate outcome without a fatality
all inhabitants within the vascular circuit now have stable vitality.

this highway thru hell  episode will be published in medical journals  
to exemplify what occurs to inbound route and to those externals 
echoes of the heart rely upon safety of all users of the track
drivers will have annual inspections for hazardous cargo like plaque.

this has been an  inside look at actual effects of a  heart attack.
and cast have been commentated for their heroic tributes.
the events has been edited for visualization  but are true to life
Categories: lub, health, heart,
Form: Rhyme
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