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A Dead Word

A dying word echoes your life
The past will come; the future will die
Faith will fall, just as you need
If light would rise, you’d make it disease

In this word everything fades
What you like; what you distaste
The dark becomes your flavour of truth
And in this world, hope is removed

A lonely word so sure to bring
A haunting pain that makes monsters sing
Where nothing comes because nothing is
The purest hate will spread from your bliss

And since the day you held that dead word
So close to heart, it’s all you have shared
You circle through the life that is death
Through rape and spells you steal what’s left

And since the day you held on too close
You kill yourself in each living host
And now you see the world is so clear
You twisted love when love was your fear
© Ian Petch  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

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There you go you have been identified 
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You have been marked 
Branded, tracked, and electronically lo-jacked
Forever part of the system 
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Cataloged, tethered, and bound by a digital rope
0's and 1's 
Forever lost digitally 
And reasonably beyond hope
A sequence of numbers 
To be put in a human catalogue
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To be accessed, reviewed, and assessed
Through the cyber fog 
You are a number, not a name 
You are part of the inventory 
Of the cold hearted insane
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Welcome to the warehouse we call earth 
We want your presence, we crave your birth 
Another soul to feed the beast 
Another set of digits to add to the feast 
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No need to worry because you are free 
Just never be late when you pay me 
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9 little numbers to keep you straight 
9 little ways to control your fate 
Think of this when you obey 
Live with this day by day 
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It is the freedom 
For which you pay 
Log in, sign on, and punch the clock
My obedient tax paying flock 
For the masses and your little number 
You have been introduced 
To the greed driven financial slumber 
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Eric (and sometimes not)
© Eric Nolan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Remembering the Children of Beslan

It was the first day of the new school year
The children of Beslan had no need to fear
In anticipation they eagerly left home for school
Some walked hand in hand with Mom and Dad
Others skipped along the well known path
Excitement filled the sidewalks and the streets
As fleeting thoughts collided in mid air

Some thought of new friends to be made
Others of old friends with whom to play
A little sister left at home 
Of baby brother asleep in his crib
Much too young to run and play
Some favorite lullabies which Grandmama sang 
As Grandpapa played his violin

The first day of the new school year
Mothers beamed with such pride
How their little ones had grown
Never would they ever want to let go
Others gave in to their children’s cries
‘Mamma, I do not want to go to school.
May I stay with you today?’

On wings of hate evil had already arrived 
With diabolical plans and bombs in hand
To maim and murder the children of Beslan
Who became captives in their little school house
After the dastardly deed was done
Dreams and aspirations lay splattered 'cross the floor 
Childhood innocence forever vanished! 

On the day of internment the sun in his temple hid
Earth wept pouring rain, her bitter tears
As Mothers’ voices cracked and strained 
Cried out loud, their children’s names
While others pleaded in vain for death
Fathers in a state of shock stood stoically in the cold autumn rain
Wearing faces carved in stone

The blood of children cried out to Heaven
Where at the throne of mercy 
Sits a God who is just 
Though their bodies lay broken in tiny white coffins
On angels' wings their souls did ascend  
He will judge all men and their deeds 
All, on one appointed day

A tribute to the children of Beslan, No. Ostetia, Russia 9/1-3/ 2004
Form: Narrative


Sleepless Nights

Another sleepless night alone,
as thoughts raced through my head,
thinking about that day you left,
and the last words that you said.
I wake up several times at night,
reaching for an empty space,
hoping all was just a dream,
and I’d wake to see your face.
Never does a day pass by,
when I don’t wonder how you feel,
and when I start to really worry,
I just bow my head and kneel.
“Please god be his eyes,
when his duty is in the field,
bring him home safe and sound,
god please protect him, and be his shield.”
Every time i say those words,
a wave of calmness comes over me,
and I’m finally able to close my eyes,
to finally get some sleep.
Form: Rhyme

A Pegasus's Broken Wings

A poor Pegasus dreams
Of soaring freely in the sky
And to graze on the mountains
With her friends, she would fly.

She awakes with a stutter
Each and every day of her life
Hoping to soar free
As each dream becomes a lie.

She gallops through the meadow
As she tries to take flight
But she falls every time
Wings like a withered kite.

When duty comes and calls
Her friends soar off the cliff
The the poor Pegasus cries
For she shares no part of the myth.

Her hoof's thunder away
As she gallops with all her might
Her wings try one last time
Only to fall out of sight

Each day she weeps alone
As her friend leaps and sings
For poor Pegasus can never fly
With her withered, broken wings.
Form: Quatrain

Final Days

Thoughts of a world without you
Make me cringe.
I felt you were invincible.
You were the constant,
The strength when I could carry the pain no more.
Always the courage when I was afraid.
My sole source for true love,
Love independent of my success or failure.
Never could I imagine this day would come.
Now, death grips your hand tighter than life.
I try to be strong.
I hope I am brave.
I pray every day I find your traits in me.
The hours seem to fly.
Tomorrow floats so far ahead.
Nothing is certain,
Each breath could be the last.
I weep, sad for the impending loss.
Yet joyous in the knowledge
Soon you will suffer no more.


How Could This Be

how could this be what a tragedy to happen to this great country
how could this be how could this happen to you and me 
how could this happen for all to see  

how could all we have is now in the pass
how could all the things we see are now just a memory
how could we stand with nothing left in our hands 

how could we leave the things we love 
how could we live from day to day 
how could we face what lies ahead

we all know that we are strong 
we all know that we must go on
we all know that we are one 

we all know that in time we 
can rebuild New Orleans 

I dedicate this poem to all the
victims in New Orleans let's pray
that they can get pass this and
survive let's pray that they can
rebuild New Orleans to be bigger 
and better than it was before.






Copyright@Setember2005
Form:

Twin Towers

T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.

T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
Form: Acrostic

A Reply To An Epistle of An Emotional Feelings

I hate it when they thought I thought,
I feel pain for portraying a clean portrait,
Life is like a tray,share your cake to invited guest,
Painted pictures envisage the true figure.
Lights in the day even when darkness rule in dawn as a don,
Night of day my  sincerity is torn like a used toilet worker-
-surrendering to dirty papers.
Fear is a mastermind if you are so  scared,
Men are killers stricks when you lean on their steps,
God is a faithful father in his care I lie on.
If I prefer a chain of gold ,
Doesn't mean I like pearls.
If I'm a glittering diamond,
I was once elusive though.
Slowly I frozed at this tone,
I knew better than I taught,
I thought better than I taught,
No love as they thought.
Lovely pain beyond imaginations,
Sequence of life record play,
Standing alone is my man of my own,
Stressing the noon day,
Has reward in the hazy time.
Take me wrong I feel calm.
At times an affectionate love can be weird,
Crazy out of reality but more fantasy I hear,
Cheers to my pain of reality,
My chains of the shady truth,
To the infirmity of the day of JOY....
Form: Narrative

The Last Time

Today is the day where you and I gathered for the last time
Today's the day where I shall wave goodbye

I shed a tear as I hugged you tight
For I shall see you no more by my side

Your shadow was the last thing that disappeared
Before your scarf let go and came back to where you once belonged
© Sara Zahed  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Fears I Can'T Quell

I lied when I said it was easy,
There are so many things that I fear;
Just thinking of them makes me queasy,
I’m waiting for them to appear;

Could it be we’re temporary,
Is our love enough to last;
Will he think I’m ordinary,
When so much time has passed;

The day that he betrays me,
The day he says goodbye;
All of the things that could be,
Make me want to cry;

How do I quell my many fears,
I don’t know what to do;
Cause I only have so many tears,
That I can spend on you.
Form: Rhyme

So Sad a Lonely Man

Wondering here and there
with every thought pending
each day and night
I begin to see that light 
of living forever and I see
that light of hope as I watch 
my own life unfolding within

So sad for a lonely man
who know it will come to
an end some day in his life
Only I know when, where, 
and how but refusing to let 
the pain over take what's left 
inside of me (that is good)

I watch the clock ticking along
as I listen to my own heart
beats day and night
Filled with so much emotions
at so sad a time in life only I
know when it will come to an end

I dream and think as you do 
with every thought pending
each day and night I am
living never forgetting
Only I know when, where, 
and how being lonely will end
Form: Shape

It Hurts To Say Goodbye

Every time I leave you, 
It hurts more than I can say
When we say goodbye
Every time I fly away

Every time I leave you
The man I so adore 
The pain I feel goes deeper
And I cry a little more

Every day I wonder if
You ever will be free
Every day I wonder
Will you ever be with me

Every night I cry
Because of leaving you behind
Every tear that falls
The fear of doubt invades my mind

The tears I cry keep coming
Till I’m drowning in the flood
Every day my heart bleeds
But you just don’t see the blood

You're the closest thing to heaven
I will ever be
Please don’t make this love we have
Into a memory

While I'm here remember me
In every song you sing
While you’re there remember me
With all the love I bring

And I will pray next time I fly
To you across the sky
I won’t leave there without you
I won’t have to say goodbye..
Form: Ballad

The Day the Music Stopped

I know that you are gone
but I still hear your footsteps on the walk…
your key in the lock…the dog welcoming you home.
“What’s for dinner?’’ you ask
“I am,” I playfully reply and smile
as you sweep me up in a bear hug and I can hardly breathe!

Your clothes hang in the closet waiting for your return.
I listen to your voice on the answering machine 
a hundred times a day  to prove you are still here.
I never imagined when you left me that morning
That this would be the last time we kissed..
I never would have let you go.

This date will forever be a day of shame and heartbreak
The world and I will never forget
This September 11th
The day the music stopped!

Copyright©2001 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

Ended To Soon..Dedication To Tyisha Miller

A beautiful human being, 
Lost her life, and no one seems to know why
If only her silence could be broken, If only her
Soul would wander around and deliver the untold
The story no one could tell,

The truth about what happened, Someday will be revealed
Classification and separation, Is what we often feel
Taken so violently, Bared the brutal pain,
An innocence loss, Is what she became 
No matter the shape or life that she led,
She didn't deserve the death she was fed

I feel for the mother, The loss of her child,
Can be filled with no other ,The father and sister
Aunt,cousins and family will remember Tyisha, 
All the good memories

Tyisha?

Do you remember the silly arguments,
We used to always have
Sitting around our desks in our elementary class,
You were mad at me and I was mad at you
Because we had some much in common,
And yet we hated to

You carried my birthday, I carried your age,
You carried my year, I carried your first name
You were like me, as I was like you,
But Tyisha Tyisha, you were taken to soon

We had our differences, We went our separate ways,
But still I remember you, Just like it was yesterday
You carried my first name, As I carried yours,
I carried a tone, Much lighter than you
But still you were taken, To soon  To soon,
A home you found in heaven
With our lord, Jesus Christ,
So sad you had to leave this world
And join another life,

Nine years had gone by, Before I'd seen your face,
And when that day had finally come, It was on the newspaper page
I couldn't believe it was true,
So much sadness I felt for you
I know it wasn't right, A shameful breach of trust,
Your life was taken so quickly but the memories nobody can touch
From this day forward, Just trust and believe,
For the Master will surely supply all your needs

Tyisha don't worry, You're safe and your sound,
No longer are you burdened , No longer are you bound
Tyisha, Tyisha,  Please remember me, I'll see you again,
Rest in peace, Rest in peace







(December 1998)
(By Tyesha Ehigiator)
(Aka Tyesha Miles)
(An Old classmate)

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