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Premium Member Empathy, Imagined

Imagine misunderstandings,
When we talk about our friends,
If we did that talking to their FACE,
We'd be apt to make amends ...

Imagine, if hearing gossip,
We repeated not a peep,
Instead of giving it longer legs,
We'd put that tale to sleep ...

Imagine at the toll booth,
There's four cars just behind,
So, you pay the toll for ALL of them,
And start up something kind ...

Imagine that you're driving,
And someone flips the bird,
But in return you wave and smile,
Now road rage is deterred ...

Imagine if, when angry,
We let the steam disperse,
Before we hurt each other,
With a hateful name, or worse ...

Imagine all the things that
People say behind your back,
It's not about YOUR character,
But the character they LACK ...

Imagine that you're hurting
But a friend is hurting, too,
So, you give their pain the focus,
And it eases your pain, too ...

Imagine someone lies to you,
And you're feeling quite betrayed,
'Til you stop to count the fibs YOU'VE told,
And the enemies you've made ...

Imagine if you're lacking,
And you need a helping hand,
Instead, you help ANOTHER,
Ah - now you understand ...

That only light can fight the dark,
Only love can vanquish hate,
So, imagine a little EMPATHY ...
And you'll see - it's not ... too ... late!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mourning Since Dawn

Why must the mourning come
with every dawn?

The sky is crying again today.
I heard her sobbing
as I laid in bed.
She would calm down
for a little while,
then it would start up again.
Did I do something
to upset Mother Nature?

I watched in solemn silence
all afternoon
as her tears
streak down my window pane.
I wonder what I can possibly do
to comfort her.
There are no tissues large enough
to wipe away
a streaming flood of sorrow.
Maybe this is just Mother Nature's way
of grieving,
and soon it will pass.

The newborn flowers
open their blossoms
to receive and embrace
her gift.
Mother Nature is so beautiful
even when she cries.



May 13th, 2014

Elegy

Christmas Eve;
mired in her melancholy,
wrapped in present reveries
that she alone may open,
though there'll be no new surprises,
only loss, and somber songs 
to accompany the pictures of her son;
(forsaken by the light she's not quite 
ready for exposure.)
 
Crows squawk a chorus in a leaden sky
and there's a sprinkling of snow
as mourners cluster black and white
like so many stoic penguins
round the gaping wound of earth.
The box so tragically small reverberates,
sealing the fate of one taken 
too early from the fight. 

Well-wishers scatter to their cars,
start up their cell phones, return 
to Saturdays spent manicuring lawns 
and custom fingernails.

Bereft of a daily blueprint,
her aching loss too new for time 
to render any pleasure, still 
she has her novels and her neighbors,
her crosswords and her cat
and a pain deep in her heart 
for which there is no measure.
Form: Verse


Premium Member Too Far Gone

I try to ignore emotions that I feel.
The ones that you hope will die
But they are unfortunately so real,
I tell myself, its getting easier, but it is a lie.

I look at the life that surrounds me now,
and I know it is not as it should be.
It continues moving on, I am not sure how,
because it is moving on without me.

How do you go about pausing your life
even for just a little while?
While you cut through pain slice by slice,
and when done, start up again with style.

I have tried for years to accept,
the things that I can't change.
But I have also learned not to expect,
anything, that I myself did not arrange.

Have I given up, is this my fate?
I have struggled with this too long.
Am I too consumed with hate?
Is there hope, or am I too far gone?

If only there were easy answers to
the questions that seem to haunt me.
I want to know what I can do,
to live my different life and feel free?
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Trails of Sanity

The Trails of Sanity

Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me               
As my eyes wander upwards 
As the Rigel star taps into my soul 
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease                    
Free
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Game Day

(Every year I write a charge for my team at the beginning of football season. It is a joy to combine two of my passions and I encourage you to write about your passions, whatever they may be.)



Now in the hills of Morgantown there was a football team
Starting a quest to be the best that most would call a dream
And how they did, "a dream and more" said the pundits on TV
The Mountaineers can't win this year - but soon the blind shall see
Because when one team rises up and dons the Gold and Blue
They bring the weight of our whole state and there's NOTHING they can't do
So believe with me once more my friends - the hills are gonna sing
From mountain to valley, we'll start up the rally, our battle cry will ring
Take heart to hope and believe again; set those expectations higher
We'll have some fun and when we're done we just might start a fire
Let's flood the field with thunderous shouts, let the earth quake with our cheers
Come on, who's in? We're going to win!! LET'S GO MOUNTAINEERS!!!
Form: Rhyme


H Is For Happy

H is for Happy, a tickled pink smiley
A jam on a pancake, made of strawberry
to start-up a day 
when you can just play
dress like a princess, and mom is the fairy.

H is for Happy, a birthday wish for you,
to feel in your heart, though everything is new
to laugh and then giggle
to dance and then jiggle
run, skip and wiggle like that day at the zoo.





22 September 2015
E is for Emotion Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
© Kp Nunez  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Graduation Ceremony

I imagine attending a colorful graduation ceremony at the college or university.
After attending my mind is stuck with a lot of queries:
Would graduates  cultivate in themselves  attributes of entrepreneurs,to think outside the box?
Were graduates tipped to be innovative, self-motivated, willing to take greater risks in 
their fields?
Would graduates go into industry to add value in the economy sector,after being equipped with suitable skills?
Could the skills they have acquired be able to sustain them and support their families
with or without formal employment?
Would graduates narrow the skills gap that has existed in the industry?
Did lecturers expose graduates to both technical and entrepreneurship skills during
their training?
Would graduates be entrepreneurs who will constantly  create and grow business ventures,thereby creating employment and incomes in the economy?
Could graduates embrace the intelligence of  the labor force,and start running viable growth-oriented ventures as a career alternative?
Could they survey key industries,organizations,family and friends already in business ventures?
Would they start up their own business ventures,provided they have access to support and other requisites?
Could graduates blend various fields with entrepreneurship sustainability to overcome unemployment levels?
Could graduates separate what's important from what's irrelevant to make 
achievement in life?
Could they be confident, pro-active,decisive and energetic in their endeavors?
Would they be hardworking,firmly decided,continue in spite of opposition or difficulty,
and have the ability to see clearly?

chipepo lwele
*Dedicated to granduads
Form: Imagism

The Attributes Party

Come in Anger, get out of the rain.
Leave your coat on my chair.
Come on, don't start up.
Look, Love is over there.

Peace is here too.
And her true love, Gratitude.
Stop all that yelling now,
Drop all that attitude.

Hope really looks nice tonight.
And Grace is so giving.
Take off that dark coat,
Anger, this party is for the living.

Forgiveness is lighting incense.
Faith always plays that guitar.
Stop it, Anger, don't get upset
If Mercy offers you a star.

Compassion is a great teacher,
But Happiness just loves to dance.
Heart wants to keep Ego out,
And Desire cant keep on his pants!

Anger, some of us know you well
We know sometimes you get wild.
But for this very moment, this party
Could you just relax and smile?
© Dennis Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Horses Shall Be Back

Horses are in oblivion 
     Preferred man-friendly animal since evolution 
     Today, bit lost in mechanised, chip oriented revolution 

Important weapon in Bronze Age ancient wars 
Utilised by ancestors as domestic transporter 
But now restricted to official events splendour
And few sporting events, races, competitive glamour
And royal weddings, yoked to adorned buggies grandeur  

Horses shall be back in recognition
     With rising global warming concern 
     With Oil prices not expected to lessen

Antiquated horse carts demand shall be of high order
Benefits galore, herbivorous help sustaining on grass fodder 
350 degree excellent day-night vision, energy reservoir 
Capable of resting in short naps in standing posture
Horseshoe, saddle, bridle, rein only accessories major

Horse carts with no carbon emissions 
Saddle, hooves sans honking and pollution 
No ignition, start-up fuel consumption 
No requirement of spark plugs, engine oil can 
No seat belts, air bags for protection 

Man put blinders on horse for concentration
But are themselves blinded by mad race of globalisation, liberalisation
Man need to put the blinders on self–consumption
Be judicious, avoid ostentation to keep in check carbon emissions
Switch to horse cart, use killer vehicle only in emergent situation   

Today horses are oblivion
       If ignored concerns for eco-friendly environ  
       Tomorrow mankind could be in oblivion     

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Hitendra Mehta
May 2011

For Members contest – Eco-friendly Vehicle by Robb A.Kopp
Form: Rhyme

Africa Unite

From the “jungles” of Soweto 
To the “lakes” of Kalahari 
Come! 
Let us adopt grey children 
Call them Mogadishu or Benghazi. 
Donate your second hand underwear 
To the west 
Stand up! Let’s go 
Attack undemocratic countries 
Beyond the Mediterranean 
Let us go monitor 
Their elections and 
Determine who wins or just 
Declare rebels the rightful 
Leaders of a country. 
Let us go buy some humans 
From across the Atlantic, 
Chain them and make them 
Work on our plantations. 
If not, let’s go buy land in the isles 
Start up banks in that land 
And make the Afro world currency 
Let us hold 
Charity walks for sick 
Hollywood stars 
Along the streets of New York 
Also rear goats as Pets 
And hold tomato fights at Buckingham palace.

Premium Member Bad For Business

** Apologies for anyone unfamiliar with the metaphors used, they're quite British ***

Most people in life work for someone
as all the statistics have shown
but I thought I'd go out and start up by myself
as an entrepreneur, go it alone.
My radio shop called in the receivers,
someone got in and all the stock stole,
so I switched to creating a unique shampoo
but that all went down the plug hole.
I started a wallpaper business
but that quickly went to the wall
My pet grooming venture has gone to the dogs
And my parachute school took a fall.
My submarine business went under,
my brake shoe shop, that hit the skids,
the paper shop folded, boat builder ran aground
but I wasn't surprised when it did.
The detergent idea is all washed up,
and my driving instructor school crashed,
my water filtration is in liquidation
and  dustbin cleaning business got trashed.
My hairdressers, that came a cropper,
I thought that would do well the most,
then my skills as a medium,
nobody did need 'em,
and that has now given up the ghost.
My last chance is growing tobacco,
as that should appeal to some folk,
it does sound quite appealing,
but I have a bad feeling
that the whole thing will go up in smoke.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Wife With Flavored Eyes

One moment she was teasing him. He turned
his head. Sweet eyes that twinkled testified
that she adored him. Then his stomach churned!
A deer appeared from the forest wild-eyed.

He braked the car and swerved. A brilliant light
from headlights streamed upon the startled doe
which, swallowed up by fate that cold, black night,
was killed on impact from the crashing blow.

Now stopped beside the road, he turned to see
his wife, whose soft eyes soothed him when their car
would not start up and, prone to worry, he
envisioned they’d get frostbite. Town was far!

The flavor of those dear eyes, toasty warm,
now reassured him they’d be safe from harm.

8/11/14  - Theme is "An Accident"
For the three themes - Poetry Contest of shadow Hamilton
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member It's the Jays All the Way

Can't wait for baseball to start up again
The Blue Jays are favoured to clean up AMEN
They're certainly due
Since nineteen ninety-two
Our tongues hang out while cheering for them


© Jack Ellison 2016
Form: Limerick

Rebel For the Cause

I know what I can and what I can’t be arrest it for,
I know the captain and sheriff by the first name,
If you was to hit me it is against the law to put hands on the disability,
But I am sure the police would put there money on me,
Who knew I was legit,
Rebel for the cause,
My mom work two jobs and I am the youngest of three sibling,
Which happen to be all women and the oldest is eleven years older me,
People in North Carolina think I am the middle child,
Rebel for the cause
When my nephew and niece was born I stop hanging with crowd,
One thing my mom will till you I don’t believe in leaving children fatherless,
Rebel for the cause,
I work day and night trying to get a start up for app which is affordable business,
Look up it not the million man march it ,
Women march and international protest against the president,
What is going on,
Rebel For The Cause,
Where I am from if don’t have child by twenty four you are crazy,
What about education?
What I want to say if I ever have children just know it was plan,
And yes I still am thinking about sue the police,
And out of all the lawyer it was women that said she take the cause,
Know what my mom said well I let history check the note,
Rebel For The Cause,
Louis Antonio Borgo III (JASON)
Form: Verse

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