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Premium Member The Strange Marriage of Love and Pain

Love and Pain
Decided to get married
I know it seems strange
For you would have expected
Love and affection to want to tie the knot
After all…they were similar
They socialized in the same set of word families
The artistonyms
Love and passion also wanted
To be forever joined
That everyone condoned and blessed

But, oh, how everyone laughed
At the strange request
Of Love and Pain 	
To be wed
“What’s wrong with your head?
You two are from different worlds
From antonym slums
You can’t unite
And become one!”

Love held on to Pain
And would not let her go….
He smiled a knowing smile
“There has never been
One of us without the other
We belong…
For only when you truly encounter Love
Will you experience Pain.”

Pain shed a tear
And yet she smiled
“Where Love exists
I hover near…
Have no fear
Our union will produce
Beautiful babies
Love sires Joy
A darling child
Love fathers Peace
And Tranquility, in turn
These are the children we will bear
But do beware
Love can’t survive, without Me
For how would He know
How would He be certain
That he is alive….and well
Were it not for ME!

And so Love and Pain
Were wed
Amongst great fanfare
It was a match made in heaven
For never did they depart
One from another

Love and Pain?
Not so insane
Everyone did testify
That one did not come
Without the other
They were tied together
Inseparable
Nothing could come between them
Except their little babies
The most beautiful mixed babies
That eye shall ever see!
Sweet harmony
Of Love and Pain
Who lived.......companionably ever after!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


For Those Who Are Lost

These recent days souls are flying to heaven, bewildered and lonely;
How long does it take to get to heaven?  
For whom is it quicker?
Those that welcome the journey with open arms
Or those on whom death has arrived with unexpected alarm
still crying out for someone to hold their hand
To reach out and anchor them to land?
Still not knowing .. where they are going .. strangers we will never see
Lost children-husbands-fathers-wives and mothers
Strangers we will never know,
But in this moment they are one of us..
Do we all reach out to a god we do not understand
In our moment of fear 
or want to know
At this time of passing to wherever we go.
They are one of us.
We all can pray, call it wishing if you need,
And send yearning love to follow them above.

WORLD WITHOUT WAR

WORLD WITHOUT WAR

Most think that war is a male thing
A sign of aggression for dominance
But takes so many fathers and sons
Whether by spears, bombs or guns
Yet survival is often by providence
Counting the cost victory can bring

Yet few recognise the female force
Whether it is spite or a bitter feud
The ongoing raging of marital strife
Or between a mistress and the wife
When competition comes unglued
There will be all out war, of course

Does war hide deep in every soul
And will conflicts grow ever bigger
History tells us peace isn’t forever
With ties that are so easy to sever
All it takes is squeezing the trigger
Yet a world without war is the goal
war
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In Seventeen Hundred and Seventy-Six

In Seventeen Hundred and Seventy-six
By Franklin Price
7/4/2017

In seventeen hundred and seventy-six this Independence Day
Declared by our fore fathers, our freedoms here to stay 
They fought the revolution came away the winning team
To see now what has happened would only make them scream

Instead of independence we are dependent in our ways
Caring for ourselves and family has seen its better days
The government has programs that put us on the dole
Make us become beholden, to put this country in the hole

The rich becoming richer through no benefits or pay
They send employment offshore to keep making all they may
Not taxed a fair percentage on the money they don't earn
The workers have to do without while the rich have bucks to burn

 Buy another sports team, obtain a bigger yacht
Control the New York Market,  put more money in the pot
Forget about the little man, he doesn't mean a thing
If he'll bow a little lower, I will let him kiss my ring

If I helped him with his healthcare or employed him at some work
I might not be a billionaire, then I would be a jerk
Any extra money,  I must spend on Washington
To show the House and Senate that I am still the one

That's how the country runs today, there are the rich and poor
The middle class is shrinking, they don't exist much any more
The jobs that they once held,  exist in another land
Our independence gone; the rich make another grand.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member I Love You

I LOVE YOU

I love you from a far;
I love you for who you are;
You are by far;
Of God
Beautiful woman;

I prayed for you this day;
I prayed you never stray;
Yet you left me;
You went back to the Father;

Of God you are;
His bride, He's the Father
He lent Him to the others;
Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Husbands and Brothers;


Beautiful woman;
On a vision of this reality;
Gone on back home to glory;
On wings of the mighty eagles;

I prayed for you this day;
I prayed you never stray;
Yet you left me;
You went back to the Father;

Of God
Beautiful woman;
I love you from a far;
I love you for who you are;
You are by far;
I love you from a far;
I love you
I love you;
I love you
I love you;
I love you


05/09/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Form: Rhyme


Soulistic Beauty Of The Soul


A touch of grace upon the face of the earth is what she is, this  
Bacchus of sweet ecstasy that resides within us strong and true    
Cheek of the Gods, amulet of power she pulses through us with     
Dulcet lights ingratiating the mind and heart like a warrior of old
Echoes of past lives transgress silently as the pure essence of her  
Flashes before our eyes, suggesting that we strive to live a stoic life  
Garlands of gold precious as honey, ribbon through like the sun      
Heartbeats pulse with motion and it feels like a thousand butterflies 
Immaterial part of our living experience she is often mistreated 
Jam packed with survival moments rough as diamonds un-tumbled   
Karmic turns of the sacred wheel  she turns us around each time  
Love and love alone exists here, a litigating lioness, she owns a 
Mothering instinct and a fathers protective incline, because 
No other part of our bodies can do what she does,  she brings  
Oneness to that inner world, she thrives on meditative states 
Pleasing the senses more thoroughly than any earthly pleasure can   
Queen of the night, she contains more light within than a Sirius star 
Review her as you would review the latest good film you saw,  
Soulistic Beauty Of The Soul, ...that is what I'm talking about 
Trust in the nature of all things that are good, no never quit for 
Universal truths she will bring to you, if you search and find 
Veer towards her light and bathe in her perfume dear one 
Whilst God and the Angels rule the heavens, she rules you 
Xebec sails flapping in the wind, remember to glide don't run  
You only get once chance to get it right my friend, so live life  
Zealously, in the face of adversity, ... use your soul power.

Photographs

Photographs
By R.e. Taylor

Memories of long ago
Hidden in the attic
With feeling no one wanted to bestow
Some are plain, some are cryptic

They are all taken through the ages
Mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers
Even a few who we knew as sages
But, all we see were always our elders

Photographs of paper, film as glass
They are carefully stored inside tissue
Stacked gently to rest amass
Each picture bought back feelings anew

I will go through them one by one
Placing each in its own frame
And only once I am all done
Will their true beauty will they claim

© 2017 Shadowlight Publishing

3

Let me be predictable

and say three is a trinity

" ... detectable ..."

The Fathers

who found her

on the "check"

"... her whiteboard..."

respectable

and their patience

undeniable

where they play

is in the lining

between silver clouds

that God laid

fOur the finding...

" ... she can see ..."

and believe Me...

I can and I do

said a Pen

to her right

and then in the left

her feather began

"... it's the script..."

and in the hand

of an Ancient

as yet Unseen

"... soft sounds..."
on her paper, she's 
Hear to Begin...

"... welcome, to the tour..."
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member WHY

Why are we born why do we die
Why do we laugh Why do we cry

Why don't we stay young 
Why do we have to grow old

Why must we love someone 
Why must we hate

Why do we believe that death
Is our fate.

Why do we question everything 
We are told

Why do we still feel young 
When we are old

Why do we need the company 
Of others 

Why didn't we listen to our fathers 
And  mothers 

Why do we hurt the ones we love
Why  we believe in God up above 

 Why is the question the answers 
I don't know 

Why don't you try to explain the things
I have asked why don't you give it a go
Form: Rhyme

We Believe Love

We believe Love when held in her embrace
When Love's arms envelop us
Surround us
And her heartbeat pounds heavy against our soul
But this is not truly Love.

Love is when she releases us
From her joyous light
Her bliss
Her certainty,  her security. 

We feel loved within Love's embrace
And upon release from that embrace
When she releases us to live life
The horrors, the agony of living
This is when we ARE loved. 

Love's sweetest blessing is her embrace
But her truest is when she releases us to live. 

When we despair from that release
When we grieve Love's loss 
This is when we are most truly loved.
For while Hatred seeks to grab at us, to rob, a thief of painful passion, 
And Jealousy seeks to enslave us through a shackled heart, 

Only Love seeks our freedom. 
Therefore, she releases us to Live. 

Love's greatest joy
Our successful Living
Is borne within moments of misery
Our greatest loss. 

Imagine the true tragedy of life
If you grieve so 
Over a single beloved. 
Your mother,  or father,  
Or sister,  brother,  or lover. 
Released from Love's embrace
For days, weeks, 
Yeah, even months and years, 
We wail their loss. 
One. 
Loss.

But for the dying...
All at once they must give up their fathers, brothers, and lovers,
Husbands, wives, children and mothers.
They are allowed but a single breath to let go. 
To show true Love and release all from embrace.
Most difficultly, to release themselves,  
Their Dreams, Passions both joy and pain, 
Of what was and might've been
To walk through a moment of ultimate misery
And thereby Love purely as Life's gift.

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