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When I see the moon, I think of you.
When the flowers bloom I think of you
but with the rain my teardrops fall.
If only I could have given my all.
I would have been the happiest dreamer
that ever dreamed a dream.
The sun would shine
if only you could have been mine.
I would have danced all the time
and sang a song of love to you
that to no one else
I could ever do.
Instead a hymn to God I sing of thanks and praise
that He my dead heart did raise
and for a little while I was aglow
with love I thought I’d never know.
But alas, sometimes I give in and grieve,
my feelings on my sleeve.
Heartaches and blood seeping through
my skin so thin.
And I pray forgiveness
for this sin
of nursing the pain
I should hold within.
But because I loved you so
I knew I had to let you go.
I will always be blessed
by the day you came my way
and loved me too
like no one else could ever do.
So, my dear.
Do not fear.
I will always be here
thinking of you
and seeing your face
that from my mind I can’t erase.
I just pray to God to please be kind and next time ‘round
we’ll be born on the same blessed ground.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet; Copyright: 6/11/2018; “All Rights Reserved”
I sit alone on a dark, lonely night
As tranquil moments gently enfold me
Gazing at stars sprinkling the sky so bright
As my dreams float upwards and become free
Wishes on angel’s wings so lovingly kept
As my love and I live in worlds apart
Twinkling stardust on my desires not met
So much hollowness and pain in my heart
I yearn for the radiance of your smile
As you caress me with your soothing touch
Pray take my hand for a heavenly while
Fleeting moments that I capture to clutch
Deep valleys within flood with much sorrow
Swept along with past memories my love
A prayer cast for a bright tomorrow
As I wish and look to the stars above
Up, up into the blackness of the night
As if by the heavens a message sent
Crystal cut stars shooting and sprinkling light
A sanguine thought floats down on descent
If tonight you feel me dreaming nearby
We rejoin once more sharing the same sky
Who'd have thought words make them react like this,
failing to see my wit, just the unattractiveness.
An eye for crudeness that'll overpower the humorous.
I'm sure within their brain a tumour lives.
Has your face ever felt the force of a fist?
It'll twist your perception like a contortionist,
because offence and pain aint two of the same.
One requires staples so that the blood's contained,
the other's just a thought you'd rather not maintain.
I get that neither are a source used to entertain,
but at the end of the day crudeness aint pain.
Offence is just a nuisance you choose to refuse,
it aint a scar, a cut or a bruise.
Scars are something you can never remove,
but when I got mine I made jokes that amused.
So can you help me now please and give me some clues,
when I'd been hit by a knuckle duster I was less confused.
Do you really feel pain when I'm crude and rude?
Please explain how words upset and leave you offended.
How does it feel and how do you end it?
Is it just simple natural sounds that you can't stand?
Compare that to soldiers losing limbs and can't stand.
If this is you I've just one thing to say my friend,
your life is easy if words drive you around the bend.
POTD
5/7/2018
i was seven the day they knocked —
“can we play with the spanish girls?”
yaphia and tarita,
smiling like the sun outside our door.
mama laughed,
said “spanish girls?”
because yaphia’s father was puerto rican too.
and that was the start -
the start of everything.
we held each other like secrets -
first periods, first kisses, first heartbreaks,
all the firsts we whispered into the walls.
we cut class, we laughed, we cried,
we failed, we succeeded,
we survived.
there were things no one said out loud -
but we carried them all the same,
in glances, in silence,
in the way Fire looked when no one was watching,
in the way Tarita’s smile flickered just before the storm.
we’re mothers now,
with children and husbands and lives that pull us apart,
but when we meet -
time folds.
no distance, no years,
just the same three girls
with the same unspoken pact.
whatever secret needs telling,
we tell.
whatever joy needs celebrating,
we celebrate.
no questions asked.
no judgment given.
we are more than what tried to break us.
we are the mothers, the sisters, the keepers of light
who never forgot how to hold each other.
we carry each other still -
in laughter, in tears, in the spaces between.
and i love you, girls,
more than words in this letter can hold.
thank you for being my safe place -
then, now, always.
epigraph:
A Field Guide to the Questions
That Survived the Fire
I Didn’t Start
—
I. The Songs
When peace like a river
When, for whom
I still haven’t found
what I’m looking for
Why here
here comes the sun
Whose morning
the answer is blowing
in the wind
Why ask
What if
a change is gonna come
When it circles back
Amen?
all you need is love
What then
what’s love got to do with it
Why love, then
every breath you take
Who owns
I’m not yours.
Not now
like a rolling stone
Which road
you can’t always get
Why try
Why dream,
anymore
I heard it through the grapevine
Why now
imagine all the people
What remains—
—
II. The Poets
When—
hope is the thing with feathers
Why—
the center cannot hold
How—
I contain multitudes
Where—
in a dark wood,
midway
When again—
a dream deferred
darkens
What then—
dare to disturb
the universe
So why love at all—
it cuts,
and you
were always
already open
Who watches—
someone will remember us,
not save us
Which road—
I saw my life
branching before me
What remains—
nothing will come
of nothing
Why now—
the hour is out of joint
dislocated
Then what—
the same dark wood.
midway.
again.
—
Coda
and after the songs
and after the poets
and after every question—
a chasm inside you
God left there
before the Word.
don’t answer.
it doesn’t need a way—
it is
the way.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Make the most of it
Everyone has a specific number of days here on earth
But no one knows what that number is
Best thing is to ignore it and live life
As if you are going to live forever
Your final day will arrive a lot quicker
Than you thought when you were a young'un
But if you can look back on a full happy life
Then when your time is up, you'll be ready
If that can ever be at all possible!
Think of the good stuff, don't dwell on the negatives
Everyone has them no matter who they are
So be happy, think positive
We're all sailing down life's stream
In the same leaky old boat... ENJOY!
I remember that place
in green pastures called home.
But where are you now
“Union Yard, Britton Holm”
Deep in reams of memories
indelible you lay,
reposed at the helm
of a life rushing by.
Guess i’ve played life’s
generation game,
yet somehow you appeared the same!
Misguided my mind
in local pursuit,
when reminded
one does not belong,
the only stranger there was i.
Sometimes I try to tell myself
that life yesteryear was never real,
just a fantasy of one’s youth
the way I use to feel.
“But you are so astute”
No one to change nature’s way
when every step together we retraced,
“Only the human race it seems fluctuates.”
From time to time
the dream awakes, then swiftly abates,
even the memories seem to fall
like autumn leaves
that swirls within the gutter,
when I see urbanization,
spread its wing
like some gigantic woodcutter!
Alas no more the sight
no more the sound
no more the light,
in this life to be found
in that foundation called home,
the last bastion of my folks,
only a memory of love
and a mind at will to evoke!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Here in violence and in beauty, living under the same moon
The beauty is so ancient, but the present violence here consumes
On one hand Afghanistan is all that it appears
Insurgents here are so deadly; through the land they spread fear
But a turn of that coin, would reveal a much different side
A land which contested the Great Alexander, and ruled by Shahs with pride
With its mighty Hindu Kush, and many rivers at hand
The graveyard of countless empires, its resistance that spans
The brave here fight hard, a fierce gamble, with their inheritance of wealth
Battling the Taliban with an opulence of old grit, using the hands they were dealt
Keeping Kandahar, Herat, Mazar-i Sharif, and the capital -Kabul
Free from tyrannical domination, oppressed by Taliban rule
I’m in awe of these courageous Afghans, this country has come far
This is the Afghanistan which I see, who else will share where they are?
This poem was inspired by "Under The Same Moon" a three way collaboration by Poet Destroyer A, Chris D.Aechtner, and NIKKO P..
Written DEC 2013 in Afghanistan
You used to look at me.
You glanced upon my ripened, caramel skin
With palpitated affirmations
Of your smile
Love
Friendship
Inebriated
Your titanium pupils
Illuminating across Merlot filled chalices
Another umbrella drop
Another hungry thrust
Unto solemn choruses
Another choir of sonatas
Filling our bells
Turning the tides
Against full moon deceptions
Yet, the sun rose.
We would lie on park benches’ lap
As I covered my thorns
To avoid your judgments
Drawing your attention to cresting waves
By our lakeside
Yet, the clouds rolled in.
As vehement rainfall
Caused my roots to blossom
My thorns to strengthen
You were poked by my errors.
Another angel cries.
These wingless flaws I shed
Within retinal waterfalls
As I hold onto empty, rickety barrel
For dear tomorrows
Am I
Now
Not good enough for you
Has your pulse’s arrhythmia from yesterday
Become
Stagnant
Will you still take my hand
In whimsical slow dance
Through God’s uncertainty
Because, tomorrow,
I will still be the same.
©Drake J. Eszes
rain brings us
under the same umbrella---
quarrelling
++++++++++++++++
By:kash poet
I am black,
and you are white, my friend
On the surface, it would seem
we are two completely different human beings
But cut me,
watch me bleed
This is where we share our common bond of unity
It's in the blood, brother
Our blood is the same as one another,
our blood is all the same color
Scarlet are my sins,
color me bloody red ...
I have been spiritually dead
But I got revived,
born again
Now I have a new set of eyes;
I see everyone as my sister and brother,
my family is your father and mother
Yes, cut me,
watch me bleed
My heart bleeds for peace and harmony
Blood brothers let us all be,
let love multiply, let love abound aplenty
It's in the blood, sister
Our blood is the same as one another,
our blood is all the same color
T aking a revered bow, I convey my Gratitude
H IS grandeur, blessed are we together or in solitude
A ll days HE is omnipresent, bestowing Bliss
N ailing the sinners, hailing pious with peace
K eeping the equilibrium between Good and Evil
S ilently guiding Soul to see HIM piercing ignorance's veil
G oing rarely berserk with Natural Calamity
I ndicating HIS Orders are breached with impunity
V ery benevolently sharing HIS treasure
I n joy and sorrow always there to share
N ever ignoring prayers when need arises
G ranting wish when spiritually one rises
D evotion to HIM, Soul liberates for all times
A theist gets trapped in Life-Death cycle for crimes
Y elp one may, HIS way remain same for ALL, at ALL times
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Poem Featured on November 7, 2010
( Entry for Members Contest - Thanksgiving Day by Danne Ann Smith-Johnsen)
eye borne two wright storeys four yew wit tiers,
tails suite tolled, sum purls wit pane;
Fore yew two gaize, hale, prays.
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April 26, 2015
Poetry/Kimo/Nearly The Same
Copyright Protected, ID 04-667-057-26
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Only Homos Allowed
sponsor, Jerry T. Curtis, NA Judged 2015
Your loveliness,
Your voice,
Your tone of skin,
The color of your lips,
The softness of your
Careless beauty,
All are memories etched
Into my mind and soul.
I suffer everyday,
I love you babe.
Even though so far away
Alone at night
When I look to the sky
And think about you,
Then ask myself why ?
I'm in love with you.
I have a picture of you
Scorched in my mind
Only to find you,
Even in the collyrium,
Lamp-black darkness.
Your love surrounds me
Stupendous galore.
A sense of completion
And overflowing pride.
Feel the same my babe
You are loved so much.
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Thank you for reading.
Chitta.
I hate the way you look at me
It reminds me what we used to be
But our love wasn't real
When I look at you
I can't control how I feel
You don't know how badly you hurt me
All I can think is "How could he?"
It was all a lie
The "I love you" and "Forever we'll be"
And yet I believed
Everything you said to me
I was your biggest regret
I just can't let go yet
I tried to change for you
But that wouldn't do
So I sit here and ask
"Why does it always seem
I always fall in love with someone
Who isn't in love with me?"