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Long poem by Judy Emery | Details



My emotions are running wild all over the place
Oh you are a disgrace
You call your self a holy man
and all your friends do the same
When we got together 
it was the wrong type of weather  
when it comes to you 
you kept my life so empty and blue
I even started feeling I had the Flu
you kept me so i'll
you would tell everyone that knew you 
to back you up 
when things didn't look good your way
when it comes to your faith
your darkness hold envy towards me 
I didn't want to believe
what you have been doing to me
you came in my life like a thief in the night
but something didn't feel right
you covered your darkness 
like you where clean as a sheep
reading scriptures to me
what a wife needs to be 
when you was mad you raised your hand 
with so much commands
you beaten me down 
that it was very hard to rise back up
you had always been a mysterious to me
when it comes to holy love
you truly are something evil
every time you come around me
I would get so i'll
you make my poor heart ache
You are an Dark Angel from the grave
this anyone could see 
but at the time not me
I was trying to do what a good wife should be
Loving you was the wrong thing for me to do
you put my life in so much confused
I didn't know what to do 
or who to turn to 
you told me God looks down on me
because I wasn't doing as you please
now when it comes to love
my heart is on the run
You would look me in the eyes 
and would say
forever,wouldn't be long
how could it be wrong 
you would say while you looked my way
my own thoughts kept me lost
in the cloud of gray 
hoping and praying not to lose faith
you would act so kind at times 
when it comes to others
but when the doors would shut 
you would make a fuss about us
what a dark storm of hate 
you brought my way
you would beat me down all the time
you would tell me things that cut me deep 
I even was afraid to sleep or eat
I was with child and already had three
you tried so hard to take them from me
you would take me to the grave yard
showing me where all my children and I 
was going to be buried 
and how we where going to die
I could see the fear and tears 
in my children's eyes while you pushed me down
by a tree where your dad sleeps
telling me I will be next to him 
Oh, how the rain did pour 
and the wild blow hard
I was silent and confused 
But I was stronger than you even knew
I got ride of you 
but even though you are long gone
my heart is still on the run
life is no longer fun
I am having a hard time letting love in my life
I could never let another take on this pain you gave
I have been broken very deep
all the time I do weep
you and all your religion of friends
go around and shame my name
telling others I am a disgrace
and I had lost my faith 
I don't know if I will ever trust another soul again
when it comes to me I felt betrayed 
I hold anger in my heart
I remember the fears and the pain
oh how I would cry out into the rain
just where you could never see my tears
all those years 
you got away with what you have done
you call yourself the holy brother of faith
But what you truly are
is a demon in sheep like covering
a nightmare that has no end
you gave me a life of a living hell 
you given to me darkness for the light
there's no remedy for broken memories
when it comes to you
I face each day and night in tears
my life is in gray
I hear how others judge me
saying why is she acting this way 
bring down are faith 
but who are they to judge me for what I feel
I had to live the nightmare and pain of abuse
being beaten down and feeling so used
how can they tell me about faith and love 
they are just trying to cover all my pains up
where others would never
know about what they shown
They walk and talk like they are the chosen ones
that he the man in white 
holding a Bible in his had going to door to door
making his commands 
He calls me his queen
and he is my king
because I have his ring on my finger
it wasn't long we had a child together 
and he almost took her life
and he was trying to take down 
my other three children's life
But I stood strong and I fought him like know other 
he would give me drinks of poison 
but all the brothers and sister would tell me
God will take it all from me
then they would gossip about me
while they look down on me
Who are you to judge me 
when they all knew what he was doing to us
He is my living nightmare 
of what they call truth
He is a Dark Angel 
in sheep like covering
just to kill ones faith and the body too
Oh, moon in late June of time 
you seen it all
when he has taken me down in the fall
he beat me down in every way
even a emotionally and spiritually 
he left my soul out to bleed 
like ink into the sea of darken dreams
I love God but I am confused by it all
my faith is weak I do hope God forgives me
I am all a lone on those hot summer nights 
while winter started playing around on my mind
where all my pains remains dancing in rain
this pain wont leave my mind 
all I can do is cry
where old memories of he
darkness my life 
I feel he is always hunts me 
day and night
it's like he have a spell on me
I can still hear his words of long ago
eating away at my soul
I am going to hell he would say
getting me to lose my way
I broke free from him and his colt
but the memories still haunts me
I bet that makes him so happy 
just to know I'm still in his nightmare
he has given to me
a nightmare with no end
what a horrible thing for me to say 
I remember you walking my way 
I can see by the look in your eyes 
I hit a never I though you was going to cry
I could see it made his body tremble
while his evil mind traveled
I could see his maliciousness in his smile
while he take me to the side and made me cry 
while others would pass on by
he would play the nice guy
he has shaken all boundaries.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Terry Trainor | Details

A Moment of Hope The Invisible Man 30

Sometimes I have the courage to think of the things that made me what I am today,
My memory takes me back to terrible things far away far off into my bitter past,
My mind like a maze of dirty black alleys that smell of waste, loss and disgust,
The losses, the drink ripped away, not happy until it was all gone respect as well.

Invisible thinks of a garden where roses clustered with lilies scent on the breeze,
Bees found stores of honey in the petals of a thousand and one different flowers,
Lovers walked hand in hand along its winding path a beautiful dream of the man,
Bright with the embroidery of nature where children played in new myrtle flowers,

As Invisible thinks of this garden it is neglected but flowers can grow with weeds,
It could put a smile upon his face, a face that had never known any joy recently,
He hopes a gardener can covert this garden get rid of ruined waste, back into Eden,
Tending all the beautiful flowers that spring up with the weeds and smell gladness.

If he helped the gardener in his quest a hand might hold his and guide him through,
Maybe a hand would go around his waist to support him as well as guide his hand,
Dare he wish that the guiding hand and the support would be his angel from heaven,
A dear person to help him clear his garden and walk down the winding path as lovers.

An angel that would smile at him maybe hold his hand and squeeze it so very gently,
Would the angel talk to him and tell him that one day they would be together again,
Her beautiful grace shining warmly as she looks up to him, to her he is her hero,
Not a drunken mess that cannot cope, not a dirty vagrant, but her knight her love.

The tenderness of this beautiful scene in his poisoned mind became real he smiled,
He grinned as she sat down next to him as close a she could get then wriggled closer,
Warmth from her body not only warmed him but gave hope this what he has waited for,
She whispered sweetly she loved him and would be waiting for him and they kissed.

Invisible woke with a start and was she not by his side, was she ever with him,
A dream another heart wrenching let down and how could he have dreamed the dream,
It was so real he still felt the warmth, the impression of her hand holding his,
But it must have been a dream his own mind conspired to deliver the hardest blow.

Lost in a grief so deep, his loneliness complete he talks to Sam his imaginary friend.

These days get worse Sam they really do please help me,
I need to change but I need my drink more what can I do,
But I need to change so desperately Sam can you help?
My world has cracked and I've fallen into the crack,
But what I don't understand Sam that I was once good,
If I had any courage Sam I would be laying in my coffin,
Why does life drag you along with it I don't want to go,
Just a bit of icing on my cake Sam it is freezing cold,
Did you know this is where I was brought up my friend,
Did you know that most of the people that walk past I knew,
Sam! I know many of there people but they don't know me,
Why do they all walk past I wish somebody would help,
Maybe when I have drunk more cider I might feel better Sam,
I can remember being happy but not what being happy is like,

As Invisible sits drinking shoppers give him a wide berth and they look at him with hate.

These people Sam they look at me as if I have hurt them,
The people they are not our sort of people they hate me,
Has the world changed like I have but in opposite ways,
My life is full of sorrow drunkenness and dreams Sam,
Old sorrows wont go away new sorrows should take over,
So we have to face both the old and the new that's bad,
At night I try to close my drunken eyes it all returns,
Sam is that the same as you can you close your eyes,
Can you remember the valleys Sam the ones we used to play,
When we ran about all day Sam in the sun rolling in grass,
The old stream that twisted and turned, it had lost its way,
Floating lolly sticks watching them bounce away on ripples,
Buying bangers in November and throwing them into the water,
What I wouldn't do to go back for just a couple of hours Sam,
Just to feel the innocence and try to bring it back to now,
To enjoy what there is to enjoy and maybe get better Sam,
But that will never happen Sam we are lost on an island,
A well populated island but an island all the same Sam,
People are not like ships they don't bother to rescue people,
They just walk around or just walk away all the nice ones gone,
I remember my school Sam it's now been knocked down and left,
It has all gone, all gone no primroses in spring or bluebells,
Do you remember Sam the bluebells used to nod in the wind,
But they have all been built on, whats the use in talking,
Nothing changes from bad to good Sam remember that, eh Sam,

Still drinking his cider tears well into his eyes his nose runs and begins to quietly
to sob. He sits on the shopping parade seat, shaking as he sobs. His throat has a lump
in it so he stops talking to Sam. Invisible sinks his wet face into his overcoat
hides his misery from the people that walk past he just sat there lost and confused. His
greatest sadness an angel paid a visit to the maze of dirty black alleys that smell of waste,
loss and disgust,

Copyright © Terry Trainor | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

In the Arms of Peace-abiding Angels

I don’t know what I know
I fly like an eagle – just go with the flow!
I don’t know what I know
I don’t know what you’re thinking about 
But I can tell you’re puzzled in your own mind
Maybe I can find x2 
Peace in mind 
For you and I to cherish forever
Stop being so introverted!
Be converted
To bravery and put your doubts to bed

It’s strange really
I don’t know what I know seriously 
Storms are brewing in you as clouds lift you higher than where I am
The waves are crash beneath us
But, you’ll be safe and sound
In His hands, you’ll find relief and happiness
It’s quite hard to adjust to change
I don’t know your mind – 
I wish I can read your mind sometimes
It’s about time we rearrange
And fall into the arms of peace-abiding angels

Let’s go…let it go…
Let’s go…let it go…
Let’s embrace
The arms of peace-abiding angels tonight
Tonight, we’ll seek divine flight
We will make it in no time
Let yourself dance 
To the rhythm of my heart
Let’s go with the flow of the midnight breeze
Promise me you won’t tear this heart apart
You’re not alone, the sunrays will melt away the freezing anxiety 
And put your mind and heart at ease
The peace-abiding angels created the playful sunrays 
With God’s helping hand
You’re the butterflies that admire my presence
I know I might sound corny or dense!
I throw my hands sky-high
Happy-go-lucky parrots pass us by 
I wish I were them right now

I scream gallantly: 
Lightning flashes and a storm tries to suck us in
But, we’re safe and sound
 In the arms of the peace-abiding angels
We’re above the ground
Overflowing with heavenly miracles
Grant us peace in mind…
Before we become blind
Just like the rest of the inhabitants in the World of Woe
I don’t know my selfish deeds
No more doubting or sinning, plant seeds
Of faith and erase your uncertainty
Fall into the arms of the peace-abiding angels
Spread your wings and trace ecstasy 

I don’t know you anymore! 
How come you’re the only one that I adore? 
Let the angels take us to cloud seven
Don’t you know that being with you is like rejoicing in heaven?

It’s funny that I noticed you in the near future
You’re caught in the whirling fantasies
I can see you, far off in the distance…is there any hope to nurture? 
You’re as puny as an ant 
It’s weird to admit, but I kissed the wicked lips of the abyss
Who said I can’t?

I don’t know my selfish deeds
No more doubting or sinning, plant seeds
Of faith and erase your uncertainty
Fall into the arms of the peace-abiding angels
Spread your wings and trace ecstasy 

I don’t know what I know
But, I know for certain that you’re walking on your own in victory
I don’t know what I know…
I don’t understand what I see…
Do I witness peace? Confusion? Catastrophe? 

I don’t know my selfish deeds
No more doubting or sinning, plant seeds
Of faith and erase your uncertainty
Fall into the arms of the peace-abiding angels
Spread your wings and trace ecstasy 

I don’t know your motives or intentions, but your purpose is shown, you see
In my eyes, they’re wicked and free
Stop being so insecure!
Be careful! Make sure
To say your little prayers tonight – it would act as a cure
To this dirty heart of mine, basking in sinful lust – it’s so impure

Dance freely…let go gaily
Dance freely… be filled with glee 
Let’s embrace
The arms of peace-abiding angels tonight
Tonight, we’ll seek divine flight
We are caught up in a trance
Do me a favor and depart
From the morbid nightfall, 
Hunting down our delightful light and innocence 
To the rhythm of my heart
Let’s go with the flow and ride on the back of a happy Hippogriff 
Promise me you won’t look down or behind you!
You’re not alone, the sunrays will melt away the freezing anxiety 
And put your mind and heart at ease
Accept your gifts and talents and 
Jump with joy!
You and I will jump into the arms of the peace-abiding angels
The peace-abiding angels created the playful sunrays 
With God’s helping hand
I throw my hands sky-high
Happy-go-lucky parrots pass us by 
Wave goodbye to our past and let’s fulfill our future as it gives us a natural high
It’ll boost us high and we’ll cry
Happy tears and we won’t know why!

I don’t know if we’re meant for each other
No more doubting or wasting time, plant seeds
Of faith and gain assurance
Fall into the arms of the peace-abiding angels
Go to them for any problem and they’ll help us in an instance!
Spread your wings in confidence and embrace ecstasy with me!

Kiss the doubt and darkness farewell
You’ll find another companion…oh well x2
Be converted
To bravery and put your doubts to bed
Soon enough, you’ll find your true love this splendid night
I know 100% that you’ll survive this dangerous plight
With the peace-abiding angels and I by your side
For the meantime, don’t cower away and hide – 
Fight the Good Fight!  

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details

Cocoons Hibernating In Summer

I made a U turn at dusk as dark night creeps  upon me
I tried to catch my breath from the horrible smell that was stifling me inside
I did not know which way to turn but my intuition was my guide
It led me towards the west where I  could ultimately take a rest
But when I got there I stumbled upon an entrance to the park
Which led me to  wander from dusk into the dark
I met a woman and her son at the entrance 
who had  just returned from a distance
I inquired about the road ahead if it was a dead end
and they instructed me to take a left at the pond 
to  get to the other side of the park
I ran down the hill looking clearly at everything
A man and his two children passed me by
with just a nod and a sarcastic smile
Another man rode by quickly on a bike 
and nod his head and forced out a gentle smile
A man woman and a child wearing red tea-shirts
came along  without a greeting or a song
Of a truth red doesn't blend well in nature this color is danger
I walked along the path and met a young man with a big dog
I asked him about the pond and he said to continue right along
The pond is important to me because it marks my destiny
If I find my way to the pond I know in which direction to land
I hesitantly walked down the path because
 a children's playground stood up in the middle of the road
It curved my steps and slowed me down
A man creeps up slowly behind so I stood at the side
and watched him  walked into his predicted destiny
Shortly a  woman and her dog approached and greeted me gently
She had a kind and authentic smile 
she is a woman with a good heart
I watched the man walking in front of me
until he moved to the other side
Once again I continued on my directed journey
I looked at the houses as I walked by
some  with big backyards and barbecue grills
But no smell was coming from the kitchens
I wonder where all those people could have been
Some  houses had lights but others were pitched dark
There was one house with a compass attached to the back door
I am not superstitious but I am cognizant of superstitious activities 
so I start wondering what the compass was all about
As I reached the bend a woman jumped out from the other side of the road
and start running in-front of me two more women came down
the hill and joined me on the path 
When they came down the hill I recognized the road
I have been on this road before and the pond was just insight.
I passed by the pond and  more women greeted me along the track
They were returning from the other side of the road
I passed the pond and heard the turkeys grumbling in the bushes
They were perhaps mating and taught that I was intruding
As soon as I reached the bend to cross the river 
I pounced upon a group of teen aged boys returning from a joy ride
one had bandanna around his head and the others looked like they were in a mess
The two women ventured off my path and I was free again to wander in the dark
I just needed the time alone where no was around me
Really no one was insight there was no  sound and everything was silent all around
Something hanging from the trees caught my attention to an in-depth degree
I gazed on it from afar then walked up in the bushes and took a closer look at it
Several cocoons spun from white silk surround by pupas of several moth
I stared upon them as if a message was sealed up inside waiting to birth a new life
It was a powerful moment  I could feel my heart racing so I walked quickly out of
the bushes and continue on the path.
The more I walk the more cocoon I saw in the trees they were real as can be.
I walked up the road to venture on the other side of  town
And there  I tumbled  upon the cross roads
I took off my shoe and walked around in a circle contemplating the cocoon miracle
 I gazed along the path and saw a man struggling along in the dark
He walked passed me and continue his journey towards the East
I went back to the crossroads and scribble a note on a piece of paper
I didn't know where to take it but I know that it should be delivered
I hurried along the track to get to the other side of town before it was pitch black
With  the message I scribbled at the crossroads
If you turn the drawing of the crossroads upside down
it will bear the message of the cross
If you turn it in another direction it will show you a compass of the land
I delivered the message at the cross upon God's order and continue my journey
On my way out I picked up a piece of paper and when I looked at it this morning
it was consistent to the message bearer
The tree positions in all directions had cocoon hanging from their branches
All roads  leads to the same main road
No matter which way you turn
Whether  you run, walk or drive
 you will all end up on the same main road.
Cocoons are hibernating every where.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by matthew harris | Details

Letter to taeljejohn

uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on charges inherent in this googly eyed, earth-linked, kool hotmail of a yahoo) would be un liked!

Juno what i mean? 

In retrospect, no matter that this average boyish chap desires enjoyment, he admits that ordinary punctuating various stages of development difficulty coping found him msn (miss sin, missin, missing, et cetera) on ordinary interpersonal experiences!

No matter yours truly usually finds me each morning, noon or night conjuring up maximizing temporary residence on this planet earth versus bemoaning those futile and essentially counterproductive mind games sans could a, might a, should a, would a...

today = the moment to cherish, enjoy, help others, ponder the remaining years
since fruitless to expend tears
for suppressed emotional, financial, grammatical, hormonal, physical, and spiritual angst
 that roiled mine inner sanctum - mainly from decades in the past
   which unseen scars with humor this fellow (who by the way likes you) wears!

Notice the sly inclusion of my comment per -- affinity, desirability, rhapsody for you
although just but a mere inkling prevails about an ye taelje john thru
a rather contrived manner - albeit an online adult oriented website - amongst a slew
which yields to this bipedal hominid a scant few
initial responses - as if a ghost app paired in the recipient email - going boo
which unwittingly seems to turn the ivy blue!

So...no matter a constancy of follow-up electronic communiques occurs from ye
bringing tears of joy, that nobody can see
while simultaneously delivering digital glee
a reality check restrains proclivity and predilection to let thoughts run wild and free!

Immense and immeasurable mounts in moi little rock
inducing an electric arc for myself to kin neck embedded in all this schlock
for a sixth sense arises that this holme body strongly suspects yar self 
 to generate sunny watts as an s spy she lee Sherlock

but, reticence to gush with ebullience reins in a cascade
of utter delight washing o'er this less than satisfactory mwm 
 who as a boy and youth happened to b a frayed
of his own shadow - while walking along the boulevard of broken dreams
 listening to the sounds of silence on a green-day.

Thus => the following from one 

Cerebral being ™ in the am and pm
This ordinary human
Finds himself a mystery
Within the terrestrial
Firmament and frequently
Feels in a feverish pitch
At his existence
That seers the temple
Mounted upon this slender
Frame - wrought by the
Combination of genetics
In tandem with exercise
Which latter helps to
Sublimate the coiled 
Tension wound tightly 
Like an indestructible spring 
Without a healthy medium at large 
To channel emotions fraught within
Me might find demise
That would rent asunder literate fellow 
And thus annihilate without a trace
One true valued father of two us special
Lovely lasses as just another statistic among 
The obituaries!
As the world turns (indiscriminately oblivious of the harrowing days per one simian), an agreeable, amiable, edible, immeasurable, likeable, pleasurable, sensible woman (such as yourself - predicated on a gut level intuition) goads more seriousness to share

Plaintive unheard heart strings o mine that wail
Displeased with this marriage fraught with travail
As if in a maelstrom whip-lashed vessel without a sail
Yet - averse to lambaste or rail
Against abby (whereby we pass like two ships in the night) who married this male
When each of us happened to seem more similar 
   And thought each ourselves to fail
At any endeavor, though now confidence 
   Buoys my heart while she doth ail

And exemplifies attitudes, beliefs, efforts, 
   Idiosyncrasies, pathos that life does rot
Ill suited to Matthew Scott, 
   Whose bon vivant manifesting faith in him
   Perhaps from herself deferring many domestic 
   And child rearing tasks not
Of course being boasting - even when scissoring the umbilical cord
   As a now beaming papa, whose daughters 
   Blithely ignore "mother" a lot
Thus necessitating this quest 
   For a counterpart to offer succor 
   To eden (age 16) and shana (14 on february 4th, 2013) 
   Yet accepts that i must dispel any dreamy fantasy even this ours - a mere jot
At this juncture knowing full well how unwise to set myself up for disappointment
   By thinking and rushing like a fool, 
   Where angels fear to tread
   Though "chutzpah" i got!

U r slowly filling my mindscape with joy
Thank you so much - for accepting without complaint how atypically words this writer wannabe 
   Named Matthew Scott Harris dozen ploy.

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Mary Susan Vaughn | Details

There is this Dark Place Where I Go

There Is This Dark Place Where I Go

There is this dark place where I go 
when feeling overwhelmed
When life is too much to go on
My light all but dispelled

I take myself up to my room
And lie down on my bed
Surrounding pillows cuddle me
My thoughts are all in dread

I close my eyes and start to cry
The tears flow like a raging river
And every thought about myself
Comes to the race in fever

At every gate they wait to race
To see who wins the day
Sir darkness on the far end smiles
His horse has come to play

Black robe and spears upon him
To take a life and show
He has confidence that this time out
He’ll beat his sorry foe

Beside him are experienced rivals
Ready to add their mark
To set the fear and grief in motion
A death they will embark

And sitting near the other end
A white horse comes to race
An Angel sits atop his back
To take away disgrace

Sir Lord of Life sits patiently
Upon his donkey proud
He’s sure that somewhere in my heart
My purpose can be found

He’s at the far end, far away
From darkness and his grip
He knows he has to rewrite life
And thoughts within its script

He knows that darkness can be found
So easily within
But what grace can He offer
with confidence and win?

And so He prays to His father
For wisdom that heals the heart
From sin and loss, regret and fear
His child needs a new start

He places His words so softly
Upon my heart to hear
He wants His love to comfort me
To know that He is near

The Angel and her white horse
Sit quietly on my pillow
Like a guard at the door between darkness and life
At the ready to be my hero

There are so many at this race
So much of hurt and pain
They’ve come to plant the seed of death
To cheer at the disdain

They’ve come to make this life of mine
Seem worthless and mundane
To wipe away God’s weary promise
And blast it with profane

And all the feelings I have within
Like a cancer start to rise
I hear the roar of thunder
I hear my heart of lies

That all the ones I hold so dear
Are somehow better without me
That life is far too painful
And my heart is far too weary

Why must we hurt each other
With words that cut like spears
That foster hate and distance
And open wounds of fear?

The words plant seeds of worthlessness
Of broken hearts and broken spirits
But life can only take so much
And promises soon become limits

They hit so hard, these words we say
They rarely stroll in softly
They mean to hurt and take apart
The consequences are always costly

So off I go to the races
To fight this war within
To ask forgiveness for my disgrace
To humbly claim my sin

I pray that love will find me
That love will surely win
That those I love won’t leave me
And know I’m only human

I pray that someone save me
From this hell I fight inside
And plant a seed of forgiveness
Of love that has not died

The race is in full oscillation now
The mud splashed on my face
Of fear and hate and hopelessness
They won’t give up their pace

I see the light lagging far behind
The Lord, he can be seen
He may be slow, at times he fades
But determined to intervene

* * * * *

For He loves me more than anyone
And though this life is hard
He lets me know in whispers
That He holds me in high regard

And Angel white upon my pillow
Sits quietly and prays
That I will see the love around me
And the error of my ways

I pray that those I love in life
Will love me just as much
I pray that they won’t leave me
In darkness and its clutch

* * * * *

And so I wait in loneliness
Upon my pillow of tears
For a glimmer of hope and strength within
To bury all my fears

And as the race comes to a close
I see all the repairs
Within my heart and family
That needed all these prayers

An Angel kisses me with some strength
To comfort all my pain
And lets me rest this heavy heart
So love and peace remain

So sleep takes hold of my weariness
And dreams begin to flow
That maybe life is worth the pain
And we all need each other to grow

Another day at the races
But this time let it be
Without the many participants
That bring me to my knees

The sun is up and I can see
That God has kept His promise
To carry me when I’m at my lowest
And give me His grace and solace

* * * * *

For He loves me more than anyone
And though this life is hard
He lets me know in whispers
That He holds me in high regard

And Angel white upon my pillow
Sits quietly and prays
That I will see the love around me
And the error of my ways

I pray that those I love in life
Will love me just as much
I pray that they won’t leave me
In darkness and its clutch

* * * * *

Mary Susan Vaughn
February 23, 2017

Copyright © Mary Susan Vaughn | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Judy Emery | Details



I hear a man cry out in the desert wind 
fear yet don't eat no meat or you will soon vomit
ravens are out on the trale ready to eat on your flesh 
warning do not fall in deep sleep 
I have seen many things in darken dreams
Oh the cries ,
those sad painful cries of the young and old
you don't want this emptiness to take hold
move along and sing your songs 
in the still of the night ,try not to cry 
for what it is you see with your eyes
Thats when I would hear Dark Angel speek
while he stands so bold in the desart wind
take my love, it is not clean I do give to the weak
So let it tempt you while you bleed 
come and feed off of me
in a world of pains of darkness you will see
and you will be alone with these
who cries in the night to be set free
but that will never be because you are in darken dreams
take and drink all this pain in and dance with me 
in the rain of a hurricane where coldness grown in your vain
you will hear and see things
that will make you feel your going insane
a place where life seems so cold yet so bold
I could see him talking away with new faces 
I had uncapped my pen to write down all the things I hear
oh, the pains are coming near holding much fear and tears
where lies cut deep into the night
where shame feeds on those who bleed
oh, the sigh for my bed i lie
I see skeletons that ravens left behind 
the bones are dried up on the desert sands 
where it is the evil stands
upon silk paper in my own blood stain ink,
for others to read what it is my heart bleeds and see 
the sounds of water from far away lands 
the waves push upon on the banks
where Dark Angel walks about scattered souls of long ago
into the clouds of weathering smoke
Oh, how my tears did flow
I have seen many things in darken dreams
how nature of man could make so much commands
with ancient anger hold in the  eyes that once 
gazed in the sky asking God why 
in the silence of their minds 
Oh, how I could hear the cries of all kinds 
I stand in the filed upon the blood stain sand
in the sound and the mood of ancient time
beneath my feet are souls of long ago 
that was abused and used
because they loved God they were slaves of the true faith
the young and the old they stood so bold
they died for what they believed in
they will always be the beauty of light 
that shines so bright in the love of God
Oh, ancient moon you hung in gloom in late June
where fewer summers came along hearts are shattered
soul is broken down day and night
tears flow like rain in so much pains
but the mind of the slaves remembers
there was once a true beloved face many
pains on earth before his death
Oh, how his love shined in the slave’s eyes
Because that beloved came from heaven above
He is like a white beautiful dove
that flies high into the sky of love
that one died for all of us who loves him
beneath my feet on wet ground are the cries 
of an ancient time
Where trembled hands where words and commands
came from he who haunts me
who gives so much pains his eyes are following 
my every move, ceasing away faith and love
I always had wondered how could he live with himself
life isn’t a game, but it is a gift
just like the sea that flows in darken dreams
the ocean blues and rivers and streams
hold the love of who created all things
while slaves are being termeted in all things
God Jehovah and Jesus sees all things
even in darken dreams that makes me scream
upon crying tones, blood has fallen beneath the feet
while the spirit still speaks
in places of the unknown where true agony was made
where tears fall while the body is beaten down
where found, feelings had no share
because Dark Angel don’t give a care
The sight of light never shone in his eyes
Dark Angel doesn’t know what love is
on all crying souls of long ago 
their words are still being told their pains are 
bring on the rain, while they call upon the name
where infant cries while they died
while mothers slaved out for their lives
friendships are bestowed upon the land
While Dark Angel beats them down
He calls out my name, Saying Moonlight
tell me what it is you see, come cry to me
Moonlight stands on her feet tell all what she sees
while slaves of faith weeps
time is a clock that plays the games of tick, tock
But no one knows the time when God will
make his show, to a place he will make war
a war not of man, but a war in his command
So, while you’re out being slaved to a word of pain
never loss your faith, love one another
I see faraway lands of true freedom
where the light will shine so bright
Where true love will always be
This is what I see.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Christine Phillips | Details

So It Was

So it was that the night transcended peacefully over my head
Taking me through thick clouds,landing me upon parched land
Spilling  tranquil moments into daylight complexity.
So it was that I found myself among a crowd of unfamiliar people
People who I have perhaps seen in the city or on TV 
So it was that an influential woman hosted a dinner in a sizable hall in town
A gloomy  dinner with little food just to wet the appetite of the starving crowd.
So it was  that  the courageously dressed host gave a short speech to amuse the
hungry lot, while her husband stood silently summarizing the plot.

So it was that she gave a short speech when everyone was expecting her to preach but the starved guests devoured the tiny portion and scrambled through the door. Hundreds of them instantly streamed through the hallway leaving the host to deeply ponder.So it was that the host came running to me pouring out her heartfelt misery."The people did not interacted",  she said, "they just swallowed the food and fled". I told her not to worry they came for dinner because they were hungry.

The night still had me bounded taking me from town to town,
Propelling me into another space, showing me Saudi riyals all over the place.
So it was that I entered this remarkable place and an official man came through a little gate. He handed me a stash of Saudi rial, piled up with one hundred notes with three one riyal notes to keep afloat.I separated the 100 notes from the one riyal notes and muse deeply over such astounding happenings hoping to find some plausible answers. So it was that as I stood there, the woman and her husband that hosted the dinner appeared.The authoritative man  tenderly placed some riyal in their empty hands.The husband seemed very pleased but his wife was intensely displeased. And so it was that she walked away and uttered these words in dismay,"I will see to It".

The nights mystery kept me drifting and  wandering all over the city
forcing me to submit to its rigorous rules.With nothing to say I drift with the night all the way. So it was that I ended up in a beautiful church in the center of town and walked silently in the church hoping to get some encouraging words.But the entire right section of the pews was blocked off and covered with a tall screen from the back leaving  just the front row vacant.Whats the meaning in all of this I tried so hard to understand but nothing seemed to fit.

Three women dressed in white sat composedly towards the back on the left side of the pews.Two of them sat on the very last rows while the other sat further up leaning her back against the corner  praying. And so it was that I walked through the pews praying a powerful prayer. I held the hands of the women sitting in the back rows and prayed ''Luke 12: 22-30 from the scriptures with them.

 "Then He said to His disciples,Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; nor about the body, what you will put on. Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing. Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds? 25 And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest? Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith? “And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind.For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things. But seek the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added to you."

So it was that I walked up to the third woman and prayed with her when suddenly the man and woman that was hosting the dinner walked towards the right of the church straight up to the front row.And so it was that as I walked towards them to pray, the night grabbed me vigorously and tossed me back into my bed. I woke up at three fifty eight am at the crack of dawn and mulled over the strange nights adventure.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  ©2014 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Palak Shrivastava | Details

The Hero

The thunder struck and the heavy rains came,
He struggled for survival, fought hard.
The downpour wouldn’t stop, the streets now flooded,
the man now lay unconscious on a boulevard.

The next morning, the Sun couldn’t rise,
the clouds overpowered the garish star.
People ran for their lives and took all they could save,
But many couldn’t make it very far.

He opened his eyes two days after the storm,
Hungry, thirsty, broken from inside,
He now lay in someone’s once happy abode,
Which now was in a chaos shattered by the tides.

The clouds had finally emptied all their water,
And now gave way to the mighty Sun.
Which beamed like a king back on his throne,
But beamed on a town- lifeless and numb.

The man stood up with all his might,
Glanced across the destructed hall.
Not a single voice heard, neither a cry, nor a scream,
Had the winds and the water taken them all?

He felt a chill run down his spine,
He felt he was nearing the end,
As if everything was over and everyone was finished,
There was nothing now left to mend.

Until the words of his master suddenly came to his attention,
Came quick as a lightning and gave him a direction.
He had said when the night is the darkest my Son,
It’s time for the Sun to shine and the day to come.

Could he run for his life and turn a blind eye to this town?
Could he stay blessed if he did so?
He now had his master in front of his eyes,
Who said “Go Son, this is your time, be a hero”.

His hands trembled, his legs couldn’t move,
As he stood staring at the family picture on the wall.
The smiles and the laughs on all those faces,
Could he bring back that smile at all?

With sheer determination, he wiped his face,
Turned around and looked straight at all the chaos,
This was going to be difficult; he knew that very well,
To be able to win over all this loss.

He took his first step forward, grabbed a rod lying there,
And jumped upon a thatched roof floating away,
He rowed with his eyes searching everywhere
For anyone who was alive amidst all the rubbles of dismay.

After an hour, he had almost ten seated on that roof,
Either crying, cursing their fate or helping him row,
But he did not shed a tear nor showed the slightest worry,
Even as he pondered where did Juliet go?

Juliet was his wife, pretty, simple ad sweet,
The love of his life as he often called her.
His eyes now longed for her slightest sight,
Even as the light grew dimmer and dimmer.

The people, now about twenty, took rest in a shed,
Even as the roof looked weak and shook all night.
The man now helped all those he had gathered,
Giving first aid and speaking some words of might.

The next morning, the party left again,
left in groups of four and five.
Rowed across the town, called out to anyone out there,
And saved quite number of lives.

In the meanwhile, the man arranged for food,
Fruits hanging on trees that survived the storm,
He soothed the people and patiently about their loss,
Even as he now believed Juliet was far gone.

The creaking roof was now hanging dangerously,
The man realized that it was unsafe,
He gathered the people and sent them to a new abode,
The rains had begun again and so did the lashing of the waves.

The people took shelter in a Church a little farther,
And suddenly heard the roof of the shed fall.
The waves plunged high and the shed was destructed,
They turned around to thank the man who saved them all.

When all of a sudden, they all realized
That their saviour was not present there.
Their hearts skipped a beat when they remembered,
That he hadn’t left the shed and was still in there.

Some rowed on the wood pieces, others swam across
To save the soul who made them believe.
They prayed to God to somehow keep him safe,
Even though the possibility was least.

He still had his eyes open only to see the iron rod,
Which passed through his chest in and out,
He knew his end had come as the light grew dimmer,
He just had Juliet’s name on his mouth.

He closed his eyes as the shed went down,
Floating in the water for a while.
And then rested on the sea bed as the sand covered him,
With his face looking glorious with a smile.

When the crowd couldn’t find him, they returned to the Church,
They knew exactly who he was.
He was an angel, an incarnation of God,
Who came to bless them amidst all the loss.

And sure he was an angel and a hero too,
Coz he fought for others life before his own,
He now rest in peace as he had fulfilled his master’s wish,
And brought a smile on faces all alone!


Copyright © Palak Shrivastava | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Kevin Fairbrother | Details

Angels of Mercy

Angles of Mercy
Kevin L Fairbrother

There is not to many of us that can say that the owe their existence on this earth to a Native in a Foreign country, in my case I can say that without the help of the Fuzzy Wuzzy  Angels of New Guinea, I would not be here to write this 

My Father served with the Australian Imperial Forces in the Middle East, New Guinea and Borneo, a sapper in the engineers his service with the AIF overseas was over a period of 4 years.
The time my father served in New Guinea fighting against the invading Japanese has great consequences for me as I was conceived not long after his return to Australia and back home to Tasmania.
My father along with thousands of diggers who served in New Guinea, suffered not only from the Japanese forces but from internal diseases that were rife at the time, the mosquito spread Malaria and Gengy fever and the climate of New Guinea and poor sanitation spread Dysentery throughout the camps.
A big push by Japanese forces pushed the diggers back into the hills and forests and as the numbers of sick and wounded were growing at a very fast rate, the Generals decided that they had to find a way to get the sick and injured back to Port Moresby. 

The only way down from the steep mountainess jungle was via an old supply trail used by the natives to sell their wares at Port Moresby, It became known as the Kokoda track and to this day many thousands of people trek this notorious track to relive the past and to familiar themselves with the torturous and dangerous trail of misery and death and to pay homage to the Fuzzy Wuzzy angels act of sheer strength and perseverance to carry and support the many sick and injured, the dead and dying to a place of safety at Port Moresby.

 Even as the column of misery descended down the track the Aussie diggers were fighting the Japs in a rear guard action, this hard fought battle turned the tide for the Japs were beaten back and even though many diggers were killed and injured it was a turning point in the war against the Japanese invaders.
Thousands of diggers reached the safety of Port Moresby and so many owe their lives to the Fuzzy Wuzzy angles, many were shipped home, and others recovered from sickness to fight the Japanese in Borneo. My father was one of these men who helped beat back the Japanese army and have an influence in the Japanese surrender.

I salute the courage and tenacity of the Fuzzy Wuzzy angels and thank them for bringing my father to safety and eventually home. Like many diggers of World War 2 they kept their feelings and stories of war to themselves, my Father never said much about his service in the war and what little I know has been told by others. 
I also salute the courage and fortitude of our diggers who kept Australia safe from invasion from the Japanese. 
My Father, (rest his soul in peace) went on to have a productive working life, rearing 9 children, 6 were born after the war including me and 6 of us still survive today. The six of us born after my father returned from the war owe the native Fuzzy Wuzzy of New Guinea a big thanks for without their courage’s deed of mercy we would not be here. 

Kevin L Fairbrother
Who were these men of such courage and fortitude?
Whose hair curled and matted reached for the sky
Well, muscled and full of resolve to complete the mission
To get the sick and injured Aussie Diggers home to safety

Never thinking about their own well-being or safety
The Fuzzy Wuzzy angles as they became known
Carried and supported the Diggers down the mountain
Never flinching nor feeling that they would fail the mission

Endless rain, a sea of mud, so steep hard to stand up
Raging rivers, swollen streams, impenetrable jungle
Constant darkness from the thick forest canopy
The Fuzzy Wuzzy persevered with strength and courage

On stretches, on their backs using their bodies as support
These angels carried an endless tide of sick and injured
Down the notorious Kokoda track of misery and death
Contemplating to never give up on their mission of mercy

With Japanese mortars and bullets befalling the column
As the Diggers fought a rear guard action to stem the Japs
The Fuzzy Wuzzy continued their mission down the mountain
For their job was to get as many Diggers as possible to safety

Eventually they reached the safety of Port Moresby
Largely due to the push by the Diggers to push back the Japs
The Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels were given a hero’s welcome
And to this day a revered and honored for their mission of mercy

Copyright © Kevin Fairbrother | Year Posted 2015

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