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Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
 
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 




©  2011  ~JSLaM    

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Premium Member My Hearts Speaks

Mother

I never really understood 
the depth of your love until 
I became a mother to.
I have respect for you and
I love you very much.
The woman I am today is 
because of your unwavering
love.
I know if you could have 
protected me from the pain, 
I endured in my life you would
have because that's what
mother's do.

Kids

I love you so much. The heart
in my chest beats for you. I
never really understood what
love was until you came into 
my life.
I'm grateful to be your mother
and I couldn't have asked for
better kids.
Do some times you put my 
nerves on edge? Or allow me 
to experience every emotion 
up under the sun?Yes but that 
what children do and love you
very much.

Siblings

I know I may have not been the
perfect sister. But you need to 
know that I love you very much. 
That bond that we shared as kids
is unbreakable. No matter where I 
am or where I go you mean the 
world to me.
Do sometimes we still act like kids 
and stop talking to each other for 
something foolish?
Yes but that what siblings do.
And my love for you will never
change.

Relatives

I know sometimes we lose con-
tact with each other and don't 
know what's going on in each 
other's lives. But we are family 
and the love I have for you will 
forever remain. Do we finally
touch base and say we will 
get together soon? Yes be-
cause that's what relatives do. 
And that my dear loved one really 
has to change.

Friends

You all are so special. Truly a
gift from up above. At times
when I needed a shoulder to
cry on you were there. You get
me and accept for who I am. I
know I can be difficult at times.
Do sometimes I forget to tell you
what you mean to me? Yes be-
cause that's what friends do,
I thought you knew that I love
you very much and so glad
you're in my life.



 11-19-16
Alexis Y
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

With the Kids

Another boring lost night.
Sipping on warm beers outside the local store.
Trying to stay outta the cops sight.

Cars gather stereos blasting in the 
parking lot.
Local kids gather telling stories 
and smoking pot.

Susan and Billy just got back 
togather.
Jacks drunk again.
Lookin for a fight with a mind of a child 
and skin of leather.

The town tramp and the football team.
There studs  and she's a ****.
Its a flaw in society it does seem.

broken bottles and the butt of a
cigarette.
We were all there sometime.
First loves are the hardest to forget.

Drinking beers outta plastic red cups talkin 
bout gettin out of this place.
Best friends always forget to touch base.

Looking for something togather in the backseat.
Voices fill the air.
In parking lots across the country kids meet.

Allison wants to be perfect so she starves herself 
for days.
Cindy cant stand this life.
So with a razor she plays.

Tommy tries to ignor what others say.
Idiot's mix well with ignorance.
He just got beaten half to death for being 
gay.

His lifes so perfect yet he overdoses
Farewell to the pain he bid's 
Makes you question.
What besides angst  is with the 
kids


Cliche Heaven

Cliche Heaven

Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
    and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
   as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
   while stepping  up to the plate and  peeling back the onion
 and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.

Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change  
  but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
  and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents,  if it works  I'll go off the beaten path
    driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
     and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.

That said,  don’t  put me out to pasture,  wait for it,  
  there’s no sign of my slowing down,  its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
   It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t  force my hand to be up close and personal
  I’m a rebel without a cause and  to die for.
   Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
    There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.

Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,  
  it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.  
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
 same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel 
 and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
 Heaven help us, 
I believe there's an app for that.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

My Curses

I curse away one head to stabilize the thinking,I curse away the set of eyes that forever fall from the face to set a clear vision.I curse away the spear,the nation builder to educate the ***** controlled youth.i curse away your home and give the country a roof over their heads.

In the name of Hani,Sobukwe,Plaatjie and Biko I  cast away the power hungry demons,I cast away the big tummied devils and I also cast away the raw fish eating kings.In light of peace,love and harmony I pray for justice,sense and sanity.I pray for the end of blood shed,xenophobic attacks and women bashing.

Black against black,white against white,black against white,our sense of sight has been racially removed.A rainbow belongs in the sky,I will continue to carry a gun and shoot everyone who looks different.Dompas memories,Bantu Stans living,Africanism disappearing  I curse away tenderpreneurship.

Big beard,farmer clothing and a monkey hating gun.Game drives on police vans I will drag race with the monkey tied at the back.Blood spilling,dark screams as you touch base with your ancestors.1652,1990,1994 I curse away the Dromedaris.

"Black like me"
Cheeky black statements,arrogant monkeys,I call upon the mirror.
Mirror mirror on the wall prove that blacks are still stupid.
Mirror mirror on the wall hope the trick works again.

Green,Gold and Black
We hope for greener pastures,gold fields to rid poverty but we know black will always darken our futures.

Premium Member Forbidden Love

Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
As my parentage wasn’t of your race
And I’d got my white skin on my face
Forbidden love, bought you disgrace

Were you returned to your birthplace 
At your desk there’s an empty space
How I long to see your pretty face
Were you returned to your birthplace?

I can’t contact you through cyber space
And have to hide my tear stained face
All thoughts of you I've been told to erase
I can’t contact you through cyber space

Young Fatima vanished without a trace
I wish that we could just touch base
Does her body now rot in a suit case
Young Fatima vanished without a trace

Forbidden love, bought you disgrace
Were you returned to your birthplace
I can’t contact you through cyber space
Young Fatima vanished without a trace

Monorhyme form that I've amended with a repeated line and  the first line of each stanza making up the final stanza

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You Are Hard

You are hard, you are brash,
Your swagger is flash,
And when we touch base, your talk turns to cash.

You are loud, especially in a crowd,
But when your rowdy anger flies
Your friends are suitably cowed.

You are strong, but weak as well,
When someone's wrong you give them hell,
But when they're right you're even worse -
oh, how we love to hear you curse!

Hopes and hearts you broke before
lie littered by each bedroom door,
In their love-lost legions,
they nurse their dark sweet lesions.

You of ice, then of wild fire,
A self-confessed accomplished liar.
Yet still we dance attendance full, 
on you - our heart's desire!

You will not leave a friend without,
But on that friend will scream and shout.
No stauncher ally can be found,
But to your life we must be bound.

Tough as diamond, soft as silk,
No deeper well of kindness' milk.
On we who dwell within your walls,
No shadow of oblivion falls!

Too Far For Face To Face

When relatives and friends are
Much too far for face to face,
A few words through the ether’s
All you need for touching base.

Of course, that type of contact
Will not ever quite replace
A real-life meeting with a kiss
Or cozy warm embrace.

Still, when holidays approach
It is a saving grace
To have access to technology
Which helps us all touch base.

Michael Jackson - 21

Dear Mike, 

I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.

You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.

Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.

Love Always, 
Colette Dright

Premium Member Spiritual Warfare

Anthony had always been cautious and wise about matters of morality. But
this time, his eyes were dim to matters of reality. That December day was 

relaxed and peaceful. The "back then's and remember when's"  began to leap like antelope across many years in his memory zone. But trouble lurked 

ahead, and he was home alone. All was calm and silent, but it wasn't even night. The day wasn't holy, but it was sunny and bright. In the quietness of his 

blessed home, out of curiosity, he picked up the phone. He never should have made that fateful call. It cost him dearly, and he nearly lost it all. It was 

indeed a normal beginning of the winter season. But sometimes normal changes course for any reason. Like falling leaves of Fall, innocense graced 

that first call. A happy season, it was Christmas Eve as I recall. It would have been better had he gone shopping at the mall. But instead, he was curiously 

driven, unaware of what would befall. He simply wanted to touch base with his past, and that was all. He never realized his future was moving toward a huge

waterfall. It's funny sometimes how a bit of curiosity can lead us astray. But it's not funny when we realize how we can easily lose our way. For seven

months, he ignored the teachings of Jesus, Peter, and Paul. As his resistance grew weaker and smaller, his became a battle royal. There were songs that

came to mind making him feel 10 feet tall. But without warning, he felt one song penning him against the wall. That song spoke of a Southern city on

Southern summer nights. And I tell you, for seven months, he really had no desire to be right. In his heart, he knew he was wrong. Within a few weeks,

he realized he really was not that strong. It's funny sometimes how initially we have no misguided intention at all. But it's not funny when we come close to

a great big fall. His deed was detected, causing a bit of dismay. But in process of time, it was to his delight that he was brought to the light. In due time

there came along one like a lion on the prowl with a mighty roar. After being pulled from the jaws of the bear, Anthony began to thrive and soar, and like

an eagle, he mounted on the heights. Doubtless, he would surely have been devoured had not God sent someone to help him fight.          

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Premium Member I Love You More

There she lies with a smile on her tired face
eyes closed taut to extinguish the sunlight.
Occasionally she would peep just to touch base
to say a few words then continue her fight.

Summer was ending as momma’s time was too
each day was a struggle to take one more breath.
Angels were calling as family tensions grew
it was so tormenting waiting for her death.

A day was spent talking to deceased loved ones
venting all of her anger on ones who hurt her.
Shocking revelation eventually stuns
as shallow exhausted mind starts to transfer.

Daily said I love you, it could be her last
but she would always reply, I love you more.
I persistently announced she was a blast
and that I never thought her to be a bore.

On the eve of her death I could feel it near
her breaths became short, sketchy, and weak.
Living without her, I felt tremendous fear
as I lowered to kiss her frail-soft-creased cheek.

I ran my fingers through wavy gray hair
and held her face in my trembling small hand.
Releasing her was more than I could bear
the lump in my throat started to expand.

Tears exploded all over my burning cheek
never had I cried this much before.
I was so overwhelmed I could not speak
except for the words, I love you more….

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Seventh Place Winner ~ "Last words to a loved one” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gareth James
Jan. 31, 2011

Most Call It Hate

At first it was innate
Went on our first date
Got their by eight
Not a minute too late
Kisses on my face
Sped up my heart rate
Wanna take me to Kuwait
Too swift in these skates
Scared of our fate
Got me feeling like bait
It's that big screen love
We trying to imitate 
Just wait! 
This ain't the right place
I love to be caught 
But I enjoy the chase
Can we at least touch base? 
He wanna 'touch base'
Does what he can to 
Make my pupils dilate
Up in my estate
We begin to relate
His eyes I translate
But he ain't my soul mate
His bigger than great
I do figures of eight
Now he wanna dictate
Makes me so irate
In a heated debate 
Make his ego deflate
Plans he had
Begin to deviate
I need an escape
We have to separate
Ready to let go and 
Lock the silver gate
Made a mistake
That I will not duplicate
Always throw it out
If you've got a broken plate
No off switch
But you can update 
No phone calls
I don't need to wait
Love so strong 
Most call it hate
Feelings I got 
I try to amputate
Emotions never easy 
To alleviate
So now it's time 
For my mind to reinstate

Socialight

a day we went round in cycles until our senses cracked open
our eyes into the vangogh
greens birched our ears smacked by seabirds gulls
gobbing off perchpolluted in our nostrils the toxic bay
and ozonescent that seaweed belches beyond which
we touch base grounded through our sneakers over
mandrakehandled roots thirsty the
ariels of the island it thralls me and I am also video
pronouncing this is metafiasco you leading me
landing us nowheres following the one true path to
enjambment
of the dark of chlorophyll
waterless the sun photos and we are waterless
set in a shoot of turning shoots lifeline
a fake slick of isthmus cast off cast off you
and I am all crenulations and palisades thinking this all must
come to an ending to ahead like slipshod jackdaws come
crisping across the heat toasted toadstools stopping only to talk and yes
even to each other sweating chanting hums decomposing
future memoirs spying
on the natives howling from the tourists two
last things finding binocular hands listless cutoff
from the cymbeline sand by short steep racks of rockwalls sandwiched
by soil and grass and an idling car pulsing
in the early afterlight a magic roustabout of tapping
every faculty each musty sense one more day slapped down in
stone for an organgrinding holy day
© Dort James  Create an image from this poem.

Your Many Faces Staring Back At Me

Sitting here daydreaming of the many faces
That is hiding between the spaces
As we touch base I could make an open case
Baby in our life we are going places  
It's plain to see you just need 
more love from me

So you will know how far our love will grow
You remain to be a woman of mystery 
As everything is as it should be
Major fireworks going off inside of thee 
when I close my eyes to be happy and free

All I see are your many faces 
Looking back directly at me
Oh this must be all the love you promised I'd see
Showering down like heaven so blissfully 
Luckily we already agree
This has always been about you and me

I believe we have found the key
To beautiful love that is total reality
As far as the eyes can see
This is our guarantee
We are on a love spree
Turning on all this sensuality 
That leads us to our family tree
I can foresee this going to be for eternity

Grace

Let's touch base with a thing called Grace. Something we no longer embrace, Instead we're trying to replace with this meaningless rat race.

Now Grace you don't have to chase, just retrace, you'll find it's your birthplace.

And it use to be showcased even in the workplace but now it's being erased and replaced with disgrace.

So we must put on a bold face, replace and enlace with Grace until it becomes commom place.

Be an ace join the race to bring back the wonderful face of Grace.

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