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Leaves of the Dead

Leaves of the Dead

Les feuilles mortes 



They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my cheek
Where hopes had dreams
One could see the blossom of loves desires

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates


Ah now I am holding a cane
I have all but forgotten yesterday
I have no lovers
My friends have all but gone
To their designated places in the ground
Piano keys in soft lit lounges
I remember the vodka stingers and sultry singers 
Telling me life was jolie oh so jolie
If only there was love…

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

At 3am, with burnt cigarette butts
If only there was love
When the metro finds it’s unwitting end
Reality and cubes make ugly paintings
There are only drunks
Dreamers and bums
Thief’s picking pockets of your final instructions

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates

If you can sober up and face the poverty
Of your empty aspirations of hope
Come to the bois de Vincennes
Where Kings and Queens danced and dined
What better place
To splay the butter
So that the knife slides smooth
Whilst the sun fades kissing the seine
Autumn leaves will fall
Dead again

Leaves falling in the park
Autumn coldness brings the dark
Death marching towards winters fate
Young love broken at the graveyard gates


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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Sleeping beauties

             Wake up ~ open your eyes and feel ~ don’t let life get you down

         Wipe off the frown ~ and let a little smile shine thru ~  sun come over

           Wake up ~ the stab to your heart won’t heal ~ nothing will change ~

  If you close your eyes and scream ~ the imaginary becomes real ~ you feel 

     like you're going to die ~ Wake up ~ treasure each moment a day ~ share 

  a little love ~ give it all your heart and pray ~  God guide me on my way  ~ 

              ~ pull the covers back, I say ~ keep the faith ~ wake up today ~ 


Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2018


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Never Surrender

I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing stronger and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the stage.

I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade,
angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade,
using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade,
writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade.

No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve
under the surface, that purrs with an urge
to hand carve words with power and purpose,
this marvellous occurrence repeatedly emerges  
and surges undoubtedly delivering superb verses.

Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit,
only teach knowledge that I inherit,
I react and catch before impact to my merit
and you can't collapse the soul of this poet.

Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable,
and my mental resilience is unbreakable,
they can't remove something unshakeable,
trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable.

I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks 
aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act,
catching the weaponry and adding to my stack,
I've a determination that I'll never let crack. 

I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow,
and levitate the audience to show,
I'm able to continuously demonstrate
that my work is something to celebrate,
even though my opinion will make them hate.

Coming back is what I do,
don't make me come back for you! 


Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018


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Apollo 11

Armstrong, Collins and Aldrin
were the three that made up the crew
to be the first men to set foot on the moon
was what they were determined to do.

1969 was the year that it happened
16 July was the day
early that morning the blast- off took place
Apollo 11 was sent on its way.

They went over their plans for 3 or 4 days
on their way as they traveled through space
then it was time to descend to the moon
and gently land on its face.

On 20 July they made their descent
in the lunar module they commanded
History was made when we heard these words
"Houston, the Eagle has landed."

Neil Armstrong stepped out of the Eagle
and uttered these words so defined
"One small step for man
one giant leap for mankind."

An American flag was left on the moon
as a reminder of what they had done
they returned to Earth on July 24
their success was second to none.

This event went down in History
its success helped us to learn
that though other planets are quite far away
we can go there and safely return.





Copyright © RALPH TAYLOR | Year Posted 2011


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Another Day

A torch carried on forever, indeed,
for the aggressive rhymer in me,
is alive again, unshackled and freed,
rising to challenge another day, I see.

As I found myself lost deep in Tolkien,
with epic Star Wars, never ending,
surrounded in a geek paradise, serene,
optical illusions before me, suspending.

Life's songs on guitar strings strummed,
an epiphany unlike they've ever heard,
euphoric dreams in my visions hummed,
as I pen archaic word after archaic word.

Artistry is born only to be my brother,
encircled this star, a pentagram made,
my day is done, I have conquered another,
as the sun slowly brings down the shade.






A Word Collage For Chan Hurst



(Cyndi MacMillan's contest)



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE

I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you? Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies, its shadowy light floods the shivering sea, I, standing still amidst the tickling water, my teary eyes softly wander upon endless horizon, my hypothermic skin long for the kisses puffed by you. Barefooted, I amble along the silky sands seagulls fingers rushing to caress my feet but droplets of August rain run fast above my head. The crisp wind wafts whispering something in my ear t'was the songs we sang second week of February honeysuckle times gone but still my celcius sprint. Softly, I tread back to memoirs playing a chemistry where there catena of reactions descry revealing we... Cleansed from river tears, blessed by suns of home, my heart didn't surrender in wanting your presence soon. Crossing limitless borders where our lamp is trust, the choice to continue gleams in the name of freedom, as we daily counteract two strategic villains: the odd times and the eight thousand miles distance. Yes, afar but this NOT THE BARRIER. Us baring our souls. Us stepping onward, offering ourselves, to attain one goal. I listened close to your voice as we talk by phone My oh my, your tone, your giggle magnify my thoughts! but this not enough 'cause I yearn to hold you most. I want to ask: what is it that's not in my heart that fate acted so long in keeping us apart? Perhaps... Ah perhaps! This must be for us to rightly spell the language of love... The long distance vanguished, frozen fears diminished, sapphire eyes cushioned by cherry color skin sings as he stares whole from rosy chocolate coated cutis to eyes touching tears, directly screaming: "I love you..." __________________________________________________________ EPIC ---ONLY - Poetry Contest Sponsor Name -- SKAT A ~7th Place~ Olive Eloisa Guillermo 10:59am, July 24, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015


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Both Sides for Me

The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.

Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man, 
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.

There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety 
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical 
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.

At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced

Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.

Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.

Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.

Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hope. When I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks

a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do that. Maybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.


Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014


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Five Letter Words

Often women dream about famed lover sweet
While stars shine above mused quiet meets
Coded notes given neath party arbor
Eager hands which cause fresh ardor
These alter truth while love's fight wanes
Breed venom, fuels anger, solid bonds drain
Rings' blest oaths rival heavy chain
Death comes swift where wrong ideas start
False charm tears unity apart
After dawns first light sleep ought cease 
Madam casts aside bogus scene; finds peace


12/20/2017
Fem Bogstaver 
Hosted By: Rhoda Tripp
...this was flipping hard! lol


Copyright © FJ Thomas | Year Posted 2017


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The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.




Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013


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POVERTY DEFINES TRUE WEALTH



don't know if human's will ever see every soul born, is right where it's meant to be For the rich to become the richest there has to be a place for the poorest The entire world is built up from the same level of dirt each soul is born without knowledge to cause hurt Humanity teaches us what a human's life is worth, by money and glory I am to believe all lives are priceless, every soul fit's to tell Earth's story The luckiest to be born, is that of a poor man he learn's the treasures, of everything he can Those born into all riches, have no true understanding of richness seeing us not as human's, but those living in poverty as an illness Love start's from the soul, and from there it is taught to grow the rich find another kind of love, one only brought with dough Love, trust, compassion and grace defining the difference in richest and wealth t'is the beggar off the street, who climbs the toughest road to earn his wealth He is the most blessed man, he is rewarded with the most valuable key for his wealth is humanly uncountable, for only God know's the value of he...


Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013


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The Internet: Rtrn

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013


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WORLD CUP

Our heroes roar
There they are
Flags held high
Voices raised too high
Eyes raised so high
Heads up in the sky
The spirit of football so much
They are our heroes
To play it all
All mouths are wide open
Throats always yelling out
Our heroes truly roar
Our hearts stir to the rhythm
While we watch the ball
We widen our souls in the stadium
One world on the pitch
We catch the ball in our eyes
We all kick it
‘****in **** we goin to do it’
The cries of victory make us sane
The laughter for the goal
The red card curse
The yellow fuss
It’s in the news ;’what a hurray’
They win or lose
The heroes kick up the wind
And kick up the sun’s rays
Till the sweat reminds us of the power
We want them to get the cup for us
When they do we promise to hail them
Though not all of us can have it
Those who lose want to kill
But we remember more excitedly
It’s better than the world war three
It’s the world cup
Those who put their lips to it
Will play it and play it
Because our heroes roar! And roar!









Copyright © joyce wolayo | Year Posted 2014


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I can

By : Dulce Santiago

“ I can ”
Where were you when I needed you
Where were you when they were ripping my skin and soul 
When I was trying to scape, my horrible childhood
When my only friend was the silence 
When I was trying to, cope in with the world
Why couldn’t you drag me, and tell me “everything will be okay”
Why couldn’t you give me the spark of joy to my heart that I much needed
I was like a lost child at Walmart , searching for her mom
Why couldn't you just give me what I wanted 
Why couldn’t I have a “ good job” or “ a pat in the back”
Why couldn’t you just tell me I could have everything if I worked hard for it
Instead of handing me out “ You cants “
and drowning me with negativity and no hope 
Well guess what 
“I can dad”
I can triumph without a man on my side and away from the Hispanic stereotype 
I can not have a child in my womb 
but what I can’t have is your negativity 
I can do things, my mom didn’t have the chance to do
I can finally speak for myself 
I can , have a job and do what I love to do 
I can go to college
but lastly I can make you proud like i’ve been trying to for the past 14 years.


Copyright © dulce santiago | Year Posted 2015


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Ana

She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.


Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013


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A smooth sea

A smooth sea never made a skillful mariner
Work smart, persevere and don't fear failure
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor
Work smart, persevere and you'll be a winner


Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014


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Seed Of Friendship-A dedication

L-iving in a world of vast 
souls formed from 
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals 
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell 
and wail when the chips 
are down.
N-urtured from cradle to 
adulthood-independent
entity with a new world 
to face.
O-rganizes oneself for the 
task ahead,passing thru 
hurdles of life unabased 
and unabashed.
R-eaps the fruit of labor 
with joy or heavy heart.
A-ge sets in,mission 
accomplished or not will 
dawn on the entity.

I-n retrospect,he thinks 
about his childhood and 
how life was to him.

L-iving in confidence or 
shame,he bows his head 
in victory or defeat.
O-nly the taste of time 
will tell the durability of 
his achievements.
V-oid of preference the 
aim result bears the 
foundation for his lineage.
E-njoyment or lack lies 
with the works of the 
man,for there is no food 
for the slothful.

Y-oung ones,a stitch in 
time saves nine,make 
haste while the sun 
shines.
O-iling your lamb always 
like the ten virgins is the 
key to success.
U-rging you to shun peer 
pressure and focus on 
the course marked out 
for you by fate,so a 
fulfilled life you shall live.





An acrostic for you 
Leonora Galinita.


Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013


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SEVENTH


Soothing ordinal number, satisfying one’s needs, End of one’s endeavor, a completion of a week; Valuable quantity on spiritual event like Jesus’ words on the cross, Even church sacraments and God’s rest after His creation and great work. Number wrapping the amazing wonders of the world, The lucky symbol of many international businesses, Horizontally written going down to fulfillment and success.
Sept.29, 2013 , 5.30 am Fifth Place Contest: Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven Acrostic Challenge #3 Judged: 10/4/2013 Sponsor: Poetess Andrea Dietrich


Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2013


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A Beautiful Woman

A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN 

Her face was a constellation of perfections 
She was ravishing; beautiful beyond condemnation. 
Her voice was like many water 
Yet, it's coo whenever she sputtered. 

Her gait was just so alluring 
No wonder men couldn't help but kept gazing. 
She trod on her pathway like a goddess -
This woman I saw was priceless. 

Even her dance step sent signals to heavenly bodies 
The immortals were mesmerized - she was more than a novice. 
The flexibility of her body was as a swift wind
It moved so fast, it could not be filmed. 

When she sang, it was like that of an angel 
Kingdoms let loosed: heaven, earth and hell 
In her eyes, you'd see paradise 
In her world, great men and women did arise 

There was ample concinnity in her kingdom 
Everything was cloudless, no entrenchment of freedom 
She also spoke with authority and with great audacity 
Owning to her greatness, she created a brawny fraternity 

Loosed men and women longed to have her by their side
'Sorry, I'm not your type' she did chide 
They tried to restrain, but they were so much in love 
Her being angry at them only waxed their hearts together in her glove 

Men of great status came to have her
They were with their luxuries - they came from afar 
The splendour of her beauty got them sprawling to the floor 
The radiance of her look made their visions blur

In her, greatness was defined 
There are so many traits of hers which can't be outlined 
She kept her statute; she was a woman of virtue
Her works were known, they reached their plateau 

Of a truth, this woman is a goddess 
And this makes me remember the game of chess
At the end, the king and queen are brought to rear
So also is this woman I saw. Her name is Nigeria.


Copyright © Jimmy Godwin | Year Posted 2014


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PARALLEL AUTUMN SURPRISES



PARALLEL AUTUMN SURPRISES A ferris wheel of no return, she stood with rosy cheeks so fair; both day and night just wide rocky bridges of light and dark. All she needed was bulb of fresh start.. Three months pass after the love explosion happened, her pillar of strength taken for independence sake. Only candles of hope she has; slowly, slowly losing its glow. Her eyes were a train flood of crystal tears. Her heart jailed from loss but needed to be freed for the sake of a budding life. She opens her door day by day beaming a sunshine in her face. Her chest-buds bloom so graceful. Her tummy grows a robust breathing sphere. Parallel autumn surprises bring her to a sandwich salad showcase. A year passed, in a fragrant natural lair with the light bowing down on them, she planted a kiss on her baby's lips. Hush... to ... rush... Hush... to ... rush... Teardrops held long tumble thunder listless from her eyes of rest and quiet yet, her steady voice whispers a storm... Head... to ... toe Head... to ... toe Forlorn rose maiden exhaled- cyclic shudders: wells of regret like a ruined garden where blossoms frown, green leaves too, turned brown. Sun... to... rain... Sun... to... rain... Her life blossomed amidst earthquake break of failures, true love she finally receive-- it pardoned her wrongs. Sighs... to... groans... Sighs... to... groans... Bright twinkling stars tended safe the narrow path as silhouetted liquid moon cajoles her long bittersweet escape. Kiss... to ... freedom... Kiss... to ... freedom... Her heartstrings strum endless: her abounding joy! Upon hopeful eyes mirror, the sparkles of her infants tears... ______________________________________________________________________ ***Haibun Freestyle 08:34 pm, November 24, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015


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A Damsel Or A Camel

Why drowning when there's the ability to swim in me? Why sleeping in the cold woods with a match box in my Jacket and an Axe below my head? Why the self condemnation when I'm a billion miles ahead of a billion? What exactly do I see in my inner mirror? Is Life embracing or pointing a finger at me? I see a pretty one of huge significance with effective duties like an Angel. But also, I see the ugly one dust to sand, stone to rock that's just its living sequel. I view a perspective rough but sweet; challenging but interesting which is exactly my gospel. But then, I see them as temptations and tests with no ability to repel. I notice when walking through red coals I never let my tears be my Life's panel but the submission of my adaptation becomes so parallel. I'm mind blowing and noticeable like a newly-sewed apparel. But day and night, I posses a tag with just one label. No matter the task to stay beautiful nothing stops that quest to excel but I see a limitation to just a specific ordered function like the ringing bell. I'm staying elegant and attractive making all long to be part of my counsel but my usefulness, worth and confidence no self awareness to propel. Beginning as crude coming out as a refined Jewel but still, reality seems so cruel. What exactly is my mirror saying? Is my Life that of a Damsel or a Camel? This, I just cannot tell!


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014


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Perseverance



Perseverance is surely the name of the game With every challenge before you It applies to the highest mountains you climb Ignoring distractions is the clue Roadblocks are there to test your patience The glitter of gold clouds your eyes Keep your nose to the proverbial grindstone Much success will be yours by and by I certainly haven't achieved all my goals But employing this theory through the years Has enabled me to increase the likelihood Of avoiding many heartaches and tears Working hard with the goal of cooperation Bendability when shown a new path You'll ultimately be placed in a higher standing Great success will be yours at last In closing please remember this friendly advice To assist you in climbing life's tree Compassion and patience are all important But perseverance is surely the key © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012


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Note to Self

Don't let other people
Influence the decisions you make
Don't let other people's opinions
Hinder the risks that you take

Other people are not for you
They won't be there in the end
If they're not happy for you now
They won't be happy when you win

They don't want you to have joy
They only like when you're in pain
They want you to be like them
They want everyone to be the same

Not doing much
Same life, living low
No future, no aspirations,
No ambition, no goals

If you want to be different
You have to set yourself apart
You may hear their words
But don't take them to heart

Rise above the hatred
You know who you are;
You exceed expectations.
Note to self, you're a star.


Copyright © Ashley Chanel | Year Posted 2016


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WINNERS AND LOSERS

Are winners defined by prowess
In business or in sport
Or by intellectual power 
Backed by academic report?

Is losing determined 
By lack of financial wealth
In lieu of big-hearted happiness
Or optimum good health?

Why do moguls and titans
With no Faith take the leap
While penniless paupers
Leap for joy from their feet?

How come rich men's wives
Are miserable, children spoiled
While laborers are elated 
Though clothes and hands are soiled?

Are winning and happiness one and the same
When the affluent are unhappy is money to blame?

Why are the poor who struggle hard to survive
Still able to know jubilation in their lives?

Their money's still here when the rich are long gone
Just like when they came they leave naked and alone

With wealth or in poverty life is borrowed time
Where prime dividends are the spiritual kind

Abundance is far too uncommon to be the standard
By which winning in life might be judged

Suggesting those without means or money
Were never in favor with God 

The value of winning might be in dollars and cents
But the price of happiness is the lack of pretense

Copyright 2016   Iger Rolyat   All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Iger Rolyat | Year Posted 2016


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Pinnacle

Inviting and magnetic the towering awesome sight
A perspective of domineering rock and icy peaks
It challenges, dares and beckons with unfolding beauty
Stretching upwards into shades of blue and puffy clouds. 
Along the winding sloping trail I make my way, the easy
Lower tract encased in green, till rough terrain appears
Then stimulation is released when steep ascent arrives.
I climb and breathe the pure fresh air, intense intoxication
It is so peaceful all around, a place for meditation.
The time goes by. I look for holds and make full use of spikes 
Intent on concentration. The wind comes by and contributes
To the hazards of melting ice and hidden crevasses
The weary limbs in need of rest; a keen lookout for falling rocks
An avalanche of crumbling doubts that slows the pace... 
Subdued exhilaration when the going gets too hard.
At last the top is right above. An added burst of strength
Dispels the peril of defeat. One final forward thrust 
Victory is mine. The summit reached I gaze in awe
Surveying with pride my sprawling kingdom down below.

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Contest: Pinnacle
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen


Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014