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The Age of Poet Destroyer

A diamond in the Frost ... I am Emily, gazing through the years, 
Like Poe from rancid taste and dark smoke shadows
Florescent waste escaping a decrepit yet dulcet wilderness
Backward capabilities frontal verse, I am her the almighty universe 

Ascending from yesterday's fall, literally and visibly
Swore to be everything you loathe most - a felicity of illusions
You will dream of me, a parasite you can't get rid of
Ripped open by paper and pen, rising to a new destination
A Destroyer begging to be free in search of a tender rhapsody
Blind by mediocre poets who tend a false nebulous star
No longer, will I impart into defeat - give in to trophy trust
The time of age, my allies whom I call my friends 
You are more than words on any God-Given-Day

To those unworthy of me, can march away from my parade 
Crying wolves, backstabbing clones, long gone stones
Each file is forgiven & forgotten, however, still trespassing 
Under a microscope, some remain to be a decade of lost words 
Grazing a forest grown for old news dripping water on my belly

No matter, after starvation, I found my way back to the same horizon
Finding time and space among a new docile nation
A buried treasure finding face among a fresh myriad generation
With anchors up, I'm headed full force, against every secret endorsed

I am the one you should not fear, I relish this wonderful community
I am she mounted above all years worn rising like a newborn sword 
Forged by the earth summon by the pirate's moon political creed
Ascending to a sweet ascension with the best kind of immunity
With paper and pen, I sit to please and prosper my poetry need
To you I leave --- Echoes of snow, numbing you with a poetic soul 

Love The Poet Destroyer


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015


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Clouds Eclipse The Moon

My struggles wearing on my tired body I lay down in the liquid coolness The moon's pull slowly forcing the wetness to creep higher up my body as if the cosmos wished me to join the heavens Tired and weak but my mind won't allow it to drag me under Rising from nature's tears as droplets fall from my body the sound of the waves' echoes in my ears My footsteps difficult in this thick fluid as if I'm in a battle with the moon The tides grow higher making my struggles harder The shore calls to me, beckoning me I glance to the night skies as the silvery moon's rays smile down upon me teasing me to try again When clouds eclispe the moon's smiling face Releasing me from the confines of this wet grave Not even the cosmos will best me My struggles have only made me stronger Reaching the sands I see even at my weakest I can overcome


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018


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Little Fire

I witness you fading away, The winds blow frantically They are against us, as all are Little fire, rise in my cupped hands Be it my life I shield from the elements so unfeeling? Little fire, brighten as I feed you This moisture receding from my pores must cease Before I drown this diminishing beauty I gasp, Surprised at the howls and retorts of this icy tempest Nature’s exhalations mean to end what must naturally end My hands shake Little fire—my life! —I must keep you alive! Grow against all odds Against the screaming whirlpools of bluster Against the torrential tears that mean to overcome you Against the ashes that can only watch the desolation around you, As you search for more fuel to masticate My flesh is no treasure to me, So lick me deep, my flame Devour these hands that shield you Rise hastily, as you burn Ascending up my arms, Lighting every goosebump, shriveling every hair Rise till I am all aflame in this wilderness Boil and evaporate every murderous tear— The fluids of sorrow that so pulverize purpose Eat through every sinew, and every tissue, Every muscle and every bone that has grown For this moment and this moment only I give you every piece of me, little fire! So that my spirit, finally free, shall rise to the heavens Past the shrieking winds, preceding through the jeers of thunder I give you my all, blessed fire! So that these eyes may witness every storm die And I may laugh at their futility!


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016


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The Ballad Of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision, wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

Advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014


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Put on Your Warrior Spirit

Don't let him sway you with his sultry rhymes
Don't let him woo and steal your heart away
Don't let him touch your soul with soulful lines
You know, my dear, he only wants to play

Don't let him tell you that you are divine
Don't let him make you think that you're unique
Don't let him say your eyes are pools sublime
You know, my dear, he wants to make you weak

He wants to break defenses and come in
To taste the hidden pleasures of your heart
He wants to take, to conquer, and to win
and then to leave when you've been torn apart

There is no greater pain than wounded pride
When truth reveals betrayal's sharpened knife
Revenge will be the thorn there in your side
For he has taken love, and dreams and life

So do not let him win in lover's game
Pick up your sword and gird yourself to fight
If you succumb, you will not be the same
I urge you then to vanquish with your might

Then still your heart and let it dormant lie
Let not your eyes take in the beauty there
He will not stop; he will most surely try
To ravish you and leave you naked, bare

So fight with all your might this war to win
Don't let your guard now slip; be strong and brave
take heed to what I say; don't fall in sin,
for none but you, your heart and soul can save

Eileen


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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I am the Flower

I am the shoot 
that pushed through the dirt
with nothing to justify 
why I even tried.

I am the bud
held by his pretense,
crushed by his ego.
I emerge through the snow
to search for the sun – 
I am the one
who could charm him
with my blossom. 

I am the vine 
that clings to hope,
never letting anyone drown me
in shallow pools - 

I am the flower 
bent to love. 
Given time, 
I'll be the efflorescence 
of his mind. 


Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2018


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The Perfect Embrace

Counted only on myself to be strong
So it seems I have lived a life as much
Yet if by chance it was I  who was wrong
Will I always regret my life as such?

Now strong arms have grown so very weary
From so many others that I have held
Alas has made me feel sad and dreary
These very thoughts which cannot be dispelled

In searching a world that is vast and wide
For an embrace that can hold me so tight
Still felt the beauty whilst I gently cried
When out of the darkness came true light

Safe and sound in his arms I am secure
Beckoning me with such a soft allure


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018


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Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013


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I'm Not Your Puppet

I’m Not Your Puppet
Don’t you ever forget that I’m not your puppet! I’m not a toy on a string that you can manipulate, so you can walk right back through that gate. You thought you could simply bark out commands, and I would just yield to your demands. But I’m so over you and I hope you can see that I’ve broken those chains and I’m now free. Mr. Manipulator, don’t try to mess with my mind, ‘cause it has a will of its own as I’m sure you’ll soon find. Don’t even try to figure me out, I’m my own person, that’s what this is all about!
You took my love for granted, and got everything you ever wanted. Well, marionette maker, let me tell you what's true, no more dancing to your tune as I've had enough of you! Trust me I’m not even bitter, but it’s all over and you can go cry me a river. You really did me wrong thinking you could string me along; but nothing lasts forever and I've grown super strong. I’m not your puppet, and as I’ve told you before, my name's not Pinocchio, so see yourself to the door. You'd better understand that I'm my own woman, and I will not be controlled by any man!
Inspired by the R&B song, “I’m Your Puppet,” released in December 1966 by James and Bobby Purify, singing duo. 12-26-2014 Contest: Puppets Sponsor: John Lawless Placement: 9th


Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014


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The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darkness. See it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mind. She saved my life in more ways than one. love you, Gran. This one's 
for you. (and every woman, and woman lover, here)


Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009


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Liberty of the Press


Broken pencils-

                 but not broken spirits





Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015


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the worm poem

A Certain Kind Of Death 

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared  
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination 
Of their dedication 
Today she is pregnant 
Overwhelmed overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
How is the possible 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
But not heartbroken 
She still had a piece of him 
She had to be strong 
For their child
Even though he was gone 
She had to march on 

Pain and spot bleeding
Getting ready for birthing 
No rhyme or reason 
For complication 
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby 
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb 
Lacking strength and power 
It only lived an hour 
She could only scream  

No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them 
She racks her brain all day 
Trying to find a way 
To keep them fresh and vibrant 

It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling 
Saw them moving 
So she bought all they had  
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed 
Longing for the dead 
She put the worms in her womb 
And pretended her baby was alive

Her days where filled with joy 
They where going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel it kick and move 
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish 
Every moment of everyday 
A happy family 
For everyone to envy 
She wasn’t alone anymore  
She was no longer ripped and torn 

Her evenings were horrifying 
She wasn’t just taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying 
She never once heard it crying 
Never got to hold it in her arms 
Failed to keep it from harm 
She was useless 
She was helpless
She should have died too 
She should have kept inside her
Even if it had killed her 

She decided one day 
To keep her baby 
Decided not let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain 
She decided on a name 
She can barely move now 
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing 
She can feel his life pulsating 
She gave birth before she died 
And David was the only one that cried


Copyright © Nate D. | Year Posted 2010


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COMMUNION


"COMMUNION"



You speak to me in tongues
I  hear you with my heart
I feel you with my mind
Like a Spring bloom, I am slowly unfurling
Like a ripe plum, you taste me in my rhymes
You touch me black ink injected drug potent
Red Poppies between lines
I sense you in your dreams
They are swelling next to mine
Like a drunk, I swallow all your delicious words
You turn into endless Golden Chalices of Altar Wine

I see you through your mirrors
COMMUNION - You see me, walking now through mine.

(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 EASTER)




communion
noun
1.
the sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially on a mental or spiritual level.
"in this churchyard communion with the dead was almost palpable"
2.
the service of Christian worship at which bread and wine are consecrated and shared.
"Communion was celebrated once a month"
synonyms:	Eucharist, Holy Communion, Lord's Supper, Mass
"he believed in Christ's presence among the faithful at Communion"


3. The Bible
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible

4. KJV
https://www.bible.com/bible

5. Scientific Explanation of How the Image was formed on the Shroud of Turin.
Part 1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdwnTpWXi3M
Part 2A
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efEDb2jHyMY
PART 2B
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0mK4ImwiJ9g

6. The Spirit, The Blood and The Water
6a
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LTF6vDtvH0g

6b
https://wyattmuseum.com/ron-wyatt-chromosome-count-in-blood-sample/2016-11862

6c
https://jonah135588.wordpress.com/2008/10/22/deathbed-confession-of-ron-wyatt-discoverer-of-the-ark-of-the-covenant/

6d
https://youtu.be/B8TRoQk6WUE

6e "The Truth Adds Up"
https://youtu.be/9oJj6S5wByM

"The Golden Way", David Sylvian (Lyrics)
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/david-sylvian/the-golden-way-63
Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-TGWewQcaQ



Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018


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Solemn Seduction - for contest

Solemn Seduction – for contest


soft winds are swallowed
by my wings
stolen
as the breath of lovers
waiting

unblinking eyes seducing
darkness
prying truth from camouflage

rotations of twist top head
listening for the silent
in silence

clinging to a white birch perch
moonlight’s searchlight
shifting shadows
nuances
of prey

soft wings and sleepy eyes
floating focus
beneath the star strewn sky

talons tensing in descent
striking
without pick-up line
the owl’s loft
for dinner


1/29/2016

submitted to – Owls Personification form – Poetry contest
sponsor – Eve Roper


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016


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BEAUTIFUL ANGEL

Listen to poem:
BEAUTIFUL ANGEL Beautiful angel Of huge and white wings Dream or delusion Reality or make believe Show me yourself Spread for me your wings Wrap me in your arms Surround me in safety Take me to the skies Whisper in my ears Things of heaven and earth Share with me your dreams Beautiful winged warrior Your scars show your strength They're your badges of honor For the many battles you went Brave angel of mercy Come and take my hand I can be the fighter for once While you regain your strength For I also have my wings My scars are proof of my fights I'm not as strong as you But I can hold my ground Rest your head on my lap Let me be your balm Share with me your burden In the morning we can fly *** March 15, 2017


Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2017


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ode to the little one

"ode to the little one"

on this night I sit and stare
to my surprise such illumination I see

a glorious clear black sky
countless shining stars
showing themselves for hopes and dreams

such glitters this night know not why
they reveal no resolve for my life or path
in my heart I know they're placed for me
they whisper your strength is true
giving recognition of pain gone through

I continue to stare and hear their call
both sky and star tell me to ask not why
why black clouds and life have neglected me
tenderly whispering this you are not defined

I see the changing sky as moments pass
ever gently it moves and shifts back to me
telling me worry not little one you're never alone
never have you been or will be

one day all will be answered and revealed
until then hold strong be strong be you
continue on little one through pain or tears

SkyWatcher  -  03-06-17


the above entry was inspired and dedicated to the 
"Little One" and "Lost Childhood" series written by Darren White

Darren I hope I wrote with honor and dignity to your series 
and to the "Little One"

there are no words to express the beauty of such a series shared by you


Copyright © Lisa Ricci | Year Posted 2017


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Moons Distress

The moon's once effervescent shine now hangs low as if in distress as the heavens shower me with tears of the once bright celestial being soaking me in the hurt and sadness it feels I raise my head up, arms outstretched allowing it to pound my body my will can bring it some happiness somehow someway but the tears only fall faster chocking back any words I wanted to say bringing me to my knees I fall on to the soaked earth wet with despair slowing racing almost engulfing me in it's sadness I struggle to my feet not to be swept into the fast flowing current my reserve growing weaker I look for anything to grab ahold before my legs are pulled from under me swallowing me into the current turned raging river but all around me is already swept away "Why am I still here?" "Why haven't I been swept away?" when a few stars peek out and smile down upon me as if to say no matter the sadness or tears they are there to show me a light when I look over realizing an oak tree had wrapped me in it's leafy branches nestling me in it's bough It's canapy stopping most of the tears but not all I was so worried about the moon I hadn't seen my safety here Yet this tree was me but I hadn't seen my strength I hadn't looked beyond the moon to see the stars I am bigger than the moon more vast that's why the stars held my truth shining upon me showing me the moon will rise and fall each night but I will stand as a great oak nothing will bring me down!
?? October 2018


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018


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Regain What Is Lost

Thoughts shattered are but memories fading Nostalgic are the feelings Yet at times they hold us back Leaving us with an emptiness that is nothingness Silent yet loud they can overwhelm one Take a chance at happiness Take all from this chaotic world Smoothing the wrinkles in time Washing away all sadness Do away with those dragons that burned you As they flew by without even a second glance Let the beasts find another soul to rip apart For they knew the damage they caused Let the monsters stay under your bed Don't allow them to be feared by you Fear not that what goes bump in the night Become your own knight and weld your own sword Save yourself the damsel in distress Regain what was once lost Yourself


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018


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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help








Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013


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read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 
IS ME


-Sanderline Fleury :)


Copyright © Sanderline Fleury | Year Posted 2013


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I THINK THEREFORE I AM

I THINK THEREFORE I AM "An ounce of hypocrisy is worth a pound of ambition" --Michael Korda Liberty... This everyone's want-- stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery I got mites and bugs living in my head-- infesting my mind. They... daring a chance to worm my guts and electrify my peace. They adulterate seeking ways to emerge from claws of doubts to grains of trust. My veil of grace they bite and bite devouring me 'til I set to pursue my act. Should I repulse... then spread my wings to fly? or should I be a little puppet-- controlled, slave to strings attached to me? or I'd rather choose a mask-- my gamble to earn sympathy or popularity; my weapon sheltering my luck; my fall or my win? Cogito ergo sum. I think, therefore I am. The mites and bugs in my skull blown from shocks infused by my firing drive. My cavalry of Modesty, brave to rise face the furnace of battlegrounds. Insincerity. Malingering. Pretension are artillaries luring hypocrisy but love, honesty and bravery: the bombs I defy to conquer the trades. If God is with me, who can be against me? Standing like a Molave rooted evergreen, ever strong. My face bulletproof to those who I believe wrong. A standing soldier ready to offer her life to fraud and tyranny. I refuse to be fed on standing lies. The harpoons of verity, I battling dart, raining towards the barbaric boxes as they... They are my lioness roar, my freedom and my soar piercing the pumping heart of those who eat innocence, I... dauntless! _________________________________________________ ** I think therefore I am is said by Rene Descartes Romans 8:31-- If God is with us, who can be against us? O. E. Guillermo 10:43 pm, April 18, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015


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Please Give me Wings

Wash my heart and make it clean
Remove the grime from where it's been 

Take my idle hands make them yours
Use them to open holy doors

My cracked lips long to sing your praise
Be my Mistro the rest of my days  

Guide my calloused feet along your path
I wish to know Love and not your wrath

Take my arms place them around the poor
Help me realize I need less not more

Plant your precious thoughts in my mind
Change me from selfish, make me kind

let me see your face with my eyes
Remove my ignorance make me wise

Apart from you I cannot be whole
Thank's for this reconditioned soul

One day my life will end, I know it's true
Please give me wings, so I can fly to you


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013


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Speak up

When you take a stand and say what you choose,
Without hesitation, or being confused,
Not holding a fear of what others may say,
But to say what you mean in every way,
It liberates your soul, by setting you free,
No longer a prisoner of insecurity,
But a teacher to others who sometimes hold back,
By seeing in you the strength that they lack,
Releases their fears and doubts that they hold,
And helps them now see its ok to speak bold,
Just do it with dignity, kindness and love,
Give all of your fears to our friends up above,
Don’t compromise yourself to collude with the rest,
Speak truth in your words and remain at your best,
If others don’t like the control that they lack,
Because of your strength to speak truth and talk back,
Let that be their issue, don’t lose who you are,
Keep making that stand and you’re sure to go far.
We all have the right to express our beliefs,
Our ideas, opinions, happiness and grief,
But we must allow others to do just the same,
Respect them and their wishes without drama and pain.
To allow them to shame you or belittle your voice,
Says “its ok I don’t mind” like you don’t have a choice,
And the more you keep quiet, the more they control,
Giving up who YOU are so that THEY can feel whole.
It just doesn’t make sense to allow this to be,
I'm no better then you, but your no better then me.
So keep trying hard to find that strength deep within,
And Let old habits go, so new ones can begin.
 


Copyright © Teri Hopkins | Year Posted 2012


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Be Courageous Above All

Be Courageous Above All in everything
You do and become involved in since the 
Inverse of doing this is often anathema
To leaning forward and getting things
Done and becoming a viable and vibrant
Force in your own life which is so important
Since we all have just this one chance
Within our mortal coil known as “life”
To make things happen and to make a
Difference and so the message should be
Why wait because the positive impact
You have on yourself can have that
Wonderful alchemic by-product on 
Others you know and interact with
In our finite cosmos of the Human
Endeavor and so standup for your
Beliefs and ideas but always be
Polite and gracious to others since
These attributes go a very long way
In helping one to get things done and 
In achieving goals both big and small 
And so—Be Courageous Above All
Since you only live once with your
Current Soul Body on this most finite 
Mortal Earth Plane! (And don’t forget
To laugh at yourself from time to time!) 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 12, 2014) (Didactic Verse poetic format)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014


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Dreams

                               Dreams bring hope

                               Hope gives courage 

                            Courage builds strength

                      Strength prompts determination 

                            Determination  helps us

                                 Fulfill our dreams


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Entered in Poet Destroyer's 
Contest: Whatever


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014