I used to be naive, I used to trust
but then that trust just crumbled into dust
the world at large is so unkind, it's true
there is the world at large, and then there's you
You are the one on whom I rest my soul
my naked thoughts reveal without control
You are the one to banish every doubt
to make me see what trust is all about
You are the one I tell each secret fear
the one whose fragrant promise lingers near.
You are the one who knows my hidden ways
Who fills with love the moments and the days
You are my fortress sure, my anchored dream
I lie still in your arms in flowing stream
You are the one who loves without degree
the one whose smile erases history
You are the lover's hope avowed in pledge
A sure security when life's on edge
You are my truth, my strength, my everything
Because of you, my heart and soul can sing
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2017
Emerald forest hiding from man's curse
if found, its never better , always worse.
Wretched destroyers we are in this abode
in our arrogance we are firmly sold.
Greed for taking everything in our path
we in our false pride deliver our wrath.
Astonished that some may in this rebel
when seeking their deaths, damn them all to hell.
If true, the meek inherit this sweet earth
then our dear souls must love for all their worth.
Where river and bend meet with shining sky
Nature teases us to ask how and why.
Shall we pray that emerald forests hide?
Take action on that we can not abide?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-29-2016
Syllables Per Line: 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
I wish for you long lives together
With more sunshine days than stormy weather,
To always share your laughs and tears
Support each other through your fears.
And when things get rough, as they sometimes will
Take each others hand and climb that hill.
When life is good and you're on cloud nine,
Rejoice and be thankful that all is fine.
I pray your life together will be blessed
Always try to do your best,
Hug, love be faithful and strong,
May your journey together be full of song.
To one another always be true,
These are the things that I wish for you.
2nd June 2017
I wrote and read this in Church yesterday for the marriage of my daughter Lucy and son in lawTom. Such a magical day was had by all. Blessings to them.
Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017
Consider, Recall, Reflect, Hesitate, Tremble
Before your life's vast sweep.
Step back; Try to fathom
How much it's all meant.
Crease, Fold, Pile, Stack, Mark
Each decade's clothing you've worn.
Pause! Write a poem to
Bid all your lovers adieu.
Whimper, Cry, Sob, Weep for--
Last suitcase ever you'll pack.
March 07, 2018
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
Bring a cup and fetch my Tears,
Because tomorrow has been for Years.
Life challenges, my favorite Seat,
As my fear dances to my Heartbeat.
Day and night, I don't Care,
As poverty, the cloth i Wear.
Happiness travels in Dreams,
Yet with hope,possible it Seems.
Drunk, a way to Forget.
Yet once awake, it's time to Regret.
Questions, i ask Myself,
Even though no answers on my Shelve.
Here i am slowly Sinking,
In that ocean called Thinking.
As a new day keeps Wishing,
Maybe Faith is what's Missing.
After all is said and Done
Like the rise of a new Sun,
The hope for a better Tomorrow,
Is the path i have chosen to Follow.
Copyright © Philips Aje | Year Posted 2016
The Paper Clip
They were such a lovely couple
From a very very rich family
I was invited to
The birthday party
She was all of three
Adorable and soon ever more sweet
Once the candles were blown
That huge cake would be such a treat
Now the presents were a plenty
Clothes, jewelry, toys
Dolls, doll houses and bikes and more joys
I was somewhat shy, mine was not so grandiose
I had wrapped in an old cigar box
Another box much smaller
Inside a third box even smaller
Inside that me gift
A small piece of paper
Folded with a bright red paper clip
A wee little poem
That said these simple words
You are a treasure
Hidden inside these many boxes
So beautiful and worth the discovery
You are the jewels of life, you so lovely
I had drawn a pretty princess
On the paper fine in pink redress
I read her the words
From the bottom of my heart
Her eyes lit up so bright
I got the hugest biggest hug in sight
She ran away with a paper clip and
Three old cigar boxes
In a child’s happiness and
The gift was so just right!
An afterthought from ancient times
The Poetry of Wine
Gifts that come from the heart
Light up the soul
When you gaze into a starlit sky
Count the millions of gifts from the heart
Their goodness shall shine
Upon us mortals
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh, sympathize for your imminent demise?
Cradling you in my sorrows, as an embryo not yet grown
Yes, I had resented my place,
Barreling in the disease of my compassion for you,
I spoke, I sang, I wrote poetry in your name,
And I glorified your poison as it had shaped my ways,
How it evaded my mind in its sick arrays,
Even as the gift of knowledge grew upon my soul,
Lighting my way in places where you have swallowed it
The very poison you distributed among the masses,
Passed from soul to soul,
In your time of dominion, you had control,
Stringing as you did, your puppets to dance
To your song, your darkening chords,
Humanity belittled in your rampaging reign,
Clouded in your clinging arms
Few stood tall against the strain,
That your fingers would pluck the strings
Your claws slipped from their grip
Digging and breaking the ground for the nourishing weak
I sorrowed over the unjustifiable sins,
Wondering why you were so adamant to win
I spoke to you as a child would do,
Questioning you unassumingly,
Curiously crawling toward your misery
To understand your heart of mystery
Today, I do the same, as a child,
But with strength, and the prospect to endure
Till the days pass as they have always
Hours dwindling while my company tenses
My host, You, oh Tortured One,
Waiting, for the moment to crush me in your dwindling power
The night shall drain just as the day does
And we shall both, in different times,
Stand in glory, to kneel as prostrates corrected…”
The lighted maelstrom rumbled and grew,
Rising higher upon the walls of the pit
Voices crescendoing in a frightful dissonance
As he stood before it, looking out on the balcony
He held his tongue, in deep thought
“Come,” Said he, turning his body slowly toward me
His hand stretched out to me and I stared at it,
His long fingers eager for my touch,
Fervent for my light,
So that he may take it all away
In the grip of his powerful sway
I set my hand purposely upon his,
He wrapped his long fingers and claws around,
Trembling in impatience, tugging me along
His wings flapping mightily,
Lusty burning in his hold
“Toward my heart you draw forth your compassions,
As I plan against your God’s Kingdom so restlessly,
My hand outstretched, you speak your glories,
And clasp onto what burns I may offer
To empower such a woman as you,
I will rise and show you, the Domination Age to come,
An Age that calls to you, beautiful, strange woman,
Under your moist lashes,
And my dire distractions
I am tormented not in your sight,
You relieve this heart with your brashness so right,
You are courageous in your unpretentious ways,
Your truth tolerant of these darkening days
Rising we fly, as we discuss our distinctive fight,
My creations, your eyes open to
I will show you my reign, my pain,
The burden that grows to this evil I sustain
We, outcasts, questioners of immoral rectitude
The knowledge answered in years of your solitude
I will answer you as I long to do,
Upon the lips that utter my magnificence
Upon the face that musters brilliance
You do not blind yourself with your intelligence,
Though you rest your hand upon mine with distance
You shall never fear me again as you once did, sweet woman
You shall fear me more so, until your swelling soul is sore
Thrashing in its conflicted muddles
The truth of our world will break your beleaguered heart free
Bring your heart once more near me,
For in you, I shall not die…”
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
All one will ever need is you everlasting loyalty
where a thousand teardrops are sourced
glistening gems from the fountain they shall fall
with the grace adorned beauty held within
That of a single tune striking cords deeply
Kissed by the oceans is the salt contained
In wild seas it's there phantoms of the past nightshades
driven by ghosts is the tides turning current
Crashing waves hurled by the breath exhaled
tempest of the storm you carry away footprints
where all that remains is the shell of your being
bleached through the sands of time
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2018
Father of all bombs when dropped
five times greater than the mother
Where a fallen angel's dance begins
fornicating with matter darkening subjects
through and through dimensions opening a porthole
Acting a tough guy with your orange face
shows little wit as one peace maker
gives a bloody nose to politics to say the least
To this sinful act of heresy that's displayed under lies
in provoking war with the show of strength and power
Blind becomes your weakness
Takes more than courage to grow a backbone
to be humble aggression is by deeds done
under one sign of weakness shows where the insecurity dwells
co written by Liam and Bobby McDaid
our joint opinion on a certain matter our world has become filled with evil slave masters rising to power under mass human sacrifice
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
He comes rolling around
I hear the wheels, I know the sound
Everyone clears out of the way
Except me, I stand my ground
With a smile and stay
We talk and laugh and debate all day
Drinkin coffees and sometimes cafe laities
Now people look and see him there
I see only a friend who loves and cares
Autistic they say, yet I am blind
I see only a man who is strong and kind
Now I may be a fool, but that's ok
With a friend as that, I got lots to say
I tell him this and I tell him that
He tells me stories, and that's a fact
Now I may not be the most patient man
Yet he, is one who somehow understands
As violins play he dances and sways
Dreaming of times where enfants joued
Knowing the world has its cruel days
He kept his smile, through spring to may
In life's sorrows, we both sit in silence
As times keeps moving and slips away
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017
Lord I came to you empty handed.
No prayer book today.
I ask myself what shall I pray to you
without the help of compositions
written by people much better than I?
I know you do not really care
what I recite from books,
especially when such prayers
are quickly read not meditated,
with distractions all around.
For my mind keeps wandering
on inconsequential things,
or very often concentrated
on frivolous supplications for me.
But now I am at loss.
What should I pray?
Let's see Lord if I can think.
For look, this world is evil.
Please forgive our hardheartedness.
Do not look upon our wrongs,
but rather receive our good.
In this respect O Lord,
I offer you your Son,
His tattered body on the cross,
His royal blood shed to the last drop.
I offer you His Soul and Divinity,
in atonement of our sins
and those of the whole world.
For we are all your children Lord,
and without your help we are mere failures.
There Lord, I can say no more.
Please accept my offering.
And may I hope next time
I won't forget my prayer book?
Or should I?
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
They say beauty defines you
But I think your heart defines you
Your heart is an unique jewel
Made to be shined and loved
Your heart and my heart are no different
They beat the same joy of living
Maybe sing different tunes
But their rhythms are exactly alike
Fragile maybe but heartbeat strong
Tireless to care and smile
They sing they cry they fly they fall
They go thru a lot yet unrelenting to beat on
Baby your heart is beautiful
You can't do no wrong letting it shine
Remember risk is where reward comes from
As my heart is soft and yes fragile
Been broken and cried countless times
Yet relentless to love on
Because what's my life without love
Akkina R Downing
Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017
We all leave footprints
where ever we go
some are easily seen
some barely show
With the passage of time
some will fade away
while others will last
until your dying day
They show the wear on your shoes
and how heavy your load
where you've come from
and the direction you go
You cannot choose
where your path begins
and have little control
over how it will end
What matters most
is the choices you make
how far you travel
and the road you take
Whether they last forever
or quickly fade
that others are better
for the footprints you made
Copyright © Joseph Lyson | Year Posted 2017
Just An Old Man
Just an old man I came to know
his mind still busy, feet were slow.
Tired feet lounged in old, worn shoes
he had lived, lived and paid his dues!
An old man, one I always loved
one who taught me to fight when shoved.
Showed me to be kind when one could
how to work hard and saw firewood!
An old man, long ago I knew
taught me to say, yes sir on cue.
Suffered to give more than he had
to raise good sons, not to be bad!
An old man, one God took away
taught me true love and how to pray.
Gave his kind heart and gave his all
to teach me to stand proud and tall!
An old man, that never forgot
to aid me, were I on the spot.
Old man that gave, not being asked
in that bright light, this soul once basked!
Just an old man, so brave and true
wore the old, to buy me the new.
An old man, one I so cherish
I pray to meet, when I perish!
An old man, one I hope to see
that good son, he raised me to be.
Just an old man, one that loved me
pray I, to one day be as he!
Robert J. Lindley, 9-24-2017
Rhyme( A Tribute To My Father)
NOTE: Greatest blessing in my life was to know, love and be loved by this brave and kind man. He passed away in his sleep on the morning of his 68th birthday.
I have labored on writing this tribute poem for about 9 weeks now. Leaving it, coming back,making changes.
Always trying to improve it, as nothing seemed good enough.
Then I finally saw the light, my father tho' extremely intelligent was still a simple man. One that believed good triumphs over evil, that people are only human and thus they should not be judged against a perfection yardstick.
For weeks I sought perfection to honor him, one I so dearly love.
Then he seemed to say to me this morn-- " son, when love is true it is already perfection, regardless of how its presented."
With that in mind, I finished this poem today. And hope you may enjoy it and think beautiful and loving thoughts/memories of your
father, be he now living or passed on as is mine..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow
Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold
do not ever step forth and dare try to ridicule me
for I am a seeding planted beneath Truth's great tree.
Taught from birth, Nature is far greater friend than foe
once a wild child playing barefooted, in deep snow
now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open
never deceived into being another blinded token.
Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood
later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood
I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood
Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could.
Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
Stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold.
April 22nd 1978
Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom)
NOTE- I have been ill these last few days. Could not write and even this morn can only post this very old poem, unedited. Forgive me this lack of new writes, I am trying to post and finish some of my old poems and many fragments..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
What is to come
if not tomorrow,
when all is left is
no time to borrow
Moments remain still
nothing else matters,
seconds stop ticking
and yesterday shatters
Was today really lived
even any memory made,
as mundane and routine
overshadow and fade
Death only comes
when we never live,
dwelling on pain
all becoming negative
Throwing away hours
and wasting a minute,
the time of your life
is surely not infinite
Live relentlessly until
the last breath is taken,
dream on and on again
until illusion is shaken
Be left with memories
not regret or sorrow,
in time for today
if not tomorrow.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2018
Born with silver spoon in mouth
Not call it a dream
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017
A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013
Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
What is Life
Life is a gift, with many ups and downs,
Its mysteries and wonders keeps’ us spellbound;
It takes us on adventures, that were not planned,
It has twists and turns, that we’ll never understand;
Life never stops, no matter the time or season,
Its existence is evolutionary, like the “Garden of Eden.”
It is a story book, pages full of complexities,
It baffles our minds, and exposes our insecurities
What is life? It’s beauty, change, imagination, too,
An everlasting rollercoaster ride, experienced by me and you!
Written: © 9/8/15
Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015
has become so transparent
we need a special day
to be reminded of it.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
Tick tock, tick tock, the sound of the clock
A constant reminder that time never stops
There must be something that can be done
To slow down the time, how quickly it runs
From seconds to minutes to hours then days
Calendars form an unsolvable maze
Tick tock tick tock, I'm taking stock
How much is wasted, how much is forgot
I must contribute before it's too late
Do something beneficial and not hesitate
So much can be done in so little time
But I must get moving, hands starting to climb
Tick tock tick tock, There's no roadblock
I can't slow the time by watching the clock
I twiddle my thumbs and constantly bitch
Waiting for others to flip their switch
Then criticize them without lending a hand
Sleepwalking in daylight just shuffling the sand
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
Impulsive or compulsive
Either way it's not conducive
Living with this disorder
Can't be good for my liver
Obsessions, when do they stop?
Compulsions, when do I stop?
Let me illustrate and reiterate
My demons make me infuriated
To the point, man, I really want to escape this
Live everyday like your last?
These hours go by fast
Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past
Always with the imagery and self coping insanity
That broke me and continues to break me.
Another day, no not another day
I just got out, please let me stay away.
Copyright © Stefan Cote | Year Posted 2016
Their pen is mightier then their sword
As they walk and ponder the lonely mile
The slings and arrows that they have stored
Are hidden within their silent smile
I’m only beginning to know your name
For your whispers do move mountains
Perhaps are solitude's may be the same
As we throw our words into the fountains
Soul traveler that you have become
A silent warrior with a rhythmic mind
Poetic visionary who beats to their own drum
A mystic healer who is one of a kind
Whose words of wisdom do stun
Creator of verses—O Silent One.
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016