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Long poem by Aa Harvey | Details



Play Slipknot’s ‘Snuff’ song four times and use these lyrics:
(Do not use the official video clip. It has more than just the song.)

I still feel your pain within my skin…

Ripping out my heart again,
So I can’t let you in.

Silence only ever hid my truths…

The Book of Life showed us the way;
My fate is up to you…amen.

Never been one to simply move on!
Like to stay in wonderland; all alone!
It still seems to feel like you inside;
All it took was the death of love and suicide.
To find our paradise!
I saw the love within your eyes;
It burnt my soul to say goodbye.

Oh…So now I scream “I’ve changed my mind!”
But apathy has got a grip over me!

Death will surely catch up, eventually…
But if I have you by my side
And I have your love for the rest of time;
Maybe then I can truly say “Goodbye.”

But only once and never again, not in this life!
Happiness has gone from me again!
All I’m left with within my world; is my own pain;
But I never said to you, just what I knew.
Just know I only ever spoke the truth.
I just couldn’t do this to you!
You’re much too weak to take this pain, 
I guess thought the crazy fool.
Oh…But picture me within your heart;
I’ll be your love light in the dark!


I’ll be the one who cares!
I’ll be the one who is always there!
I’ll be the one you keep within;
I’ll be the one you let within!
I’ll be the one to teach you sin!
If you would only live again…
This bullet has your name on it.

Oh…I’ll bury it within my skin.
I’ll take you deep inside of me!

I’ll open up and I will live again!


Bury me with love within your mind…
Dig me up to play with me, from time to time.
Read what I’m so desperate… to say
I’m older now and people change,
If I hadn’t just walked away…again.

I’d walk straight up to him!
And punch him hard in the face!
Such innocence you have no right to take!
My psychopathic, unstoppable, rage! 
Would have put an end to his days!
But those words I guess I couldn’t say.
I guess you wouldn’t listen to them, anyway.

Oh so shocked that I would let you go!
I hope you know within my heart; you were the one!

But these words that you must never know…
Are truly spoken only to…cleanse my own soul.
Now I know I had to let you go;
I just wanted to tell you that…You are not alone.
Just tell me that you will never go!
Bury me with love and death, deep within your soul.
Know your words are in my heart…
But I could never let you know.
I wouldn’t want to make you cry!
Your tears only ever, made me want to die!
I couldn’t be the one to save your life;
Oh But you will never truly know,
Just how much you have affected mine!!!…


The pain I never made you face!
I kept it all deep within.
I buried it deep with you, inside of me;
But I never did find any kind of release.
I guess I just couldn’t let it ever end up like this.
So pity me for all I should have said!
Lay with me once more my love, in our broken bed.
Oh Kiss me deep within your soul of light;
Stay with me and hold me tight!

If you still care I just want you to know…


Together we will surely show this,
This loneliness, its death;
For I will never let you go.
I will only ever walk away.
For I have seen the death of love…
Once more in time, I should…have tried.

But these words of mine,
I guess I just could never say!
I miss you right now my bitter love!
I think of you now and then; sometimes other stuff.
But I want you to know, you are always in my heart.
I never truly left you; but I did depart…
I never told you how I felt.
Oh…I had to leave your broken heart;
But never weep because of me!

Never say…you are unhappy.

You will never be alone,
For you are buried in my soul
And if something I guess I could have changed;
I would have left you to your pain, 
I would still have walked away
And hope to God, I pray! I pray!
That you would only ever have followed me!
My love for you shall never go away.
I feel like I need your love to breathe!

I think I need you!
Trapped inside of me!
I think I saw something in your eyes;
I think I saw my paradise, but now I guess I’ll never truly know!


I think I’ve hit an all-time low!
So come to me, I’ll embrace you once again!
I’ll speak to you with honesty, my beloved friend;
Let me pay my penance for my sin.
Let me tell your heart and your soul!
That you my love, shall always be kept within.
I keep you safe within my dreams.

Oh I offer shelter to your hurt and pains,
I only ever wanted to let you in!

I only ever wanted to let you in!!!


So you can truly believe my words when I say…

I will never walk away; 
In the distance I see your faith.

One last time you smiled at me and then…

You walked away then you felt my hand;
Land upon your hand again…

I love you, I always have! 
I just didn’t understand!
But all these words I keep within;
I’ll never hurt you; I’m your friend!
I’m sorry I just couldn’t let you in,
But I believed you would be better off in the end;
If you never saw my face…

Oh if once more I had just walked away;
You would never have read your words and all of this would be a waste!

But if I were to tell you how I really feel…

I’d simply scream at you “This is for real!”
Let’s once more live in sin.

So I can show you my love within…
That you shall always be kept with me, deep within.

So save my soul I need you to care;
I need you more than I need air!
I need your love to set me free;
I need you to become one with me.
I need to tell you I love you my Friend,
I’ll never truly hurt you…not in the end;
I never claimed to be a saint.
Oh in wonderland I love your soul,
It took her death to let me know, I love you so!


So come be with me or break my hope!
You My Love; I believe You could be the one;
I only tried to be of help,
But you are strong enough to help yourself
And I will pay penance for your pain!
I will not leave, I’m here to stay!
Angels like me fear our souls;

Oh for my love was banished long ago,
If you still care, just know I love you so!

If you still care, just know you are the one!

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Isaiah Zerbst | Details

The Lily Maid of Astolat

The knight of knights, Sir Lancelot,
From far away in Camelot,
Went by a way that he knew not
And thus, by chance, spied Astolat
With sunset's gleam upon her tow'rs:
T'was there he met the maid Elaine,
With hair as golden fields of grain-
A lily in the springtime rain-
The fairest of the flow'rs.

With her he left his fearsome shield;
That of her brother, Torre did wield:
At last to her desire did yield
To wear her favour on the field-
A sleeve of red with pearls.
Then to the diamond joust away,
Lavaine and he rode to the fray,
Departing at the break of day
To fight with kings and earls.

She took the shield and lightly step't
Up where she watched as off they leapt,
And there the mighty emblem kept
Beside the bed in which she slept;
The mystic azure lions traced:
She never left it there, it seemed;
She watched by day, at night she dreamed;
She woke each morn as sunlight gleamed
From it to light her lovely face.

Sir Lancelot, wounded, won the prize-
His shield still mirrors her azure eyes;
Not knowing if he lives or dies,
Nor knows she yet the place he lies.
But lo! There comes the knight Gawain;
He bears the prize to he who won,
Not finding him, his quest is done;
The prize he leaves, both mount and run-
But she to find where he is lain.

Sir Torre and she their horses drave,
'Till long at last they found a cave,
The knight within, and near the grave:
Elaine her greatest efforts gave
To save him from death's gaping door.
Through dawn or twilight lightly glides
The lily maid to where he hides
And by his wasted form abides,
His olden glories to restore.

Some months had passed, and whole once more
He offered half his treasure store,
A kingdom's land, or three, or four,
But none of this she cared ought for-
She wanted him, and him alone:
But no, another held his heart.
E'en though it tore hers right apart
Without a glance did he depart;
He left her there to groan.

Without a parting kiss goodbye
She sulked about, but would not cry;
She sicker grew as days crawled by
Until she knew that she would die,
And of a heart that broke:
She sang "A Song of Love and Death"
With wondrous voice but halting breath;
Her heart in song she openeth-
Of never-dying love she spoke.

"My love undying e'er shall be
Though love has been the death of me:
Though sweet is love in company,
One cannot love, the other flee-
I now depart to sweetest bliss.
I wish I knew, but I cannot
If death is sweet as love is not,
When all my pain I have forgot-
As death bestows his frozen kiss."

Her final words of love she wrote
And sealed them in a little note
To place beside her in the boat
Which she desired her body float
To far away in Camelot:
Then with a pretty little sigh
Her soul to realms unknown did fly-
In such a manner chanced to die
The lily maid of Astolat.

Bathed in the misty morning light,
Arrayed in dress of purest white,
Boat decked about with black samite,
Her letter clasped to bosom tight,
A lily close beside it borne,
She drifted down the silent stream;
As if but lost in pleasant dreams,
For on her fairest face was seen
The faintest smile, bright as morn.

No sound of drip or rush or splash
Was heard within that samite sash,
Naught caused that bark to rock or dash;
The waves becalmed their muffled crash
As by them slipped the lily maid:
For all who saw were sore amazed
And soundlessly they paused and gazed
'Till Camelot's walls the boat had grazed,
At which it stopped and firmly stayed.

King Arthur saw her queenly bed,
The letter by her golden head;
To all the court her words he read,
And this is what the missive said:
"My noble lord, Sir Lancelot,
No parting kiss to me you gave,
Therefore I came from o'er the grave-
Bestow it now my soul to save.
The lily maid of Astolat."

Sir Lancelot, heartbroken too
Knelt by her side her will to do,
His arms about her shoulders threw
And to his own her lips he drew-
'Twas love by love at last returned.
But love, once lost cannot be found,
And life, once lost is claimed by ground
That wraps his heartless arms around
A heart that once with passion burned.

Above her grave a statue stands,
A note and lily in her hands
Which says to all of distant lands,
"Love, e'er your loved has loosed the bands
That tie them to this life and breath;
Love, e'er the storm has swept away
The pure, the good of yesterday,
And left in place but lifeless clay
When love is scorned and lost to death."

{Written by Isaiah Zerbst on the nineteenth of August, in the year of Our Lord, two thousand and fourteen;
Published on the twenty-first of the same.}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

The Insane Lane

You healed me…you saved me with a kind, kind heart of sympathy
With well-spoken words (and you deleted the history of my endless rage)
Of empathetic wisdom and positivity…erasing the negativity and rehearsing accord in my mind of past grief and poverty
My tension releases like a billion birds (out of his ribcage)

You dragged me down with bad news…
You had everything to lose…
I had so little to win for…
But, you made me have this bruise
In my heart…you hit me to the core…
With cheerfulness and affection 
In my young, hopeless, genuine heart,
You are my illuminated night – show me some direction!
I was that dim light bulb from the start

Catch me before I fall
To tell you the truth, I have tried to stand tall
And give it my all…just answer my call
My heart is pounding in appall

Pound to the rhythm of my heart x8

Oh, I am going insane
Anxiety and curiosity brewing in my brain

Going insane…
Driving in another dark lane
You were loved
In the bottom of my heart
You were in chains in my heart
I tried to smile bright tonight
I wish you were gone in my life
I tried so hard…to take wing in the light
I wish you the best in life…
I pray for peace to murder the strife

You’re my – 
You’re my sunrise
You are – 
You are the one I prize
I am – 
I am the sunset in your eyes
I am – 
I am the nightfall before your eyes…
I unveil my beauty and I memorize
Every word you utter…
Your words – as smooth as butter 

Catch me before I fall
To tell you the truth, I have tried to stand tall
And give it my all…just answer my call
My heart is pounding in appall

Pound to the rhythm of my heart x8

Oh, I am going insane
Anxiety and curiosity brewing in my brain

And now I’m…
Now I’m…
I can’t say it…
I’m chained to this pit…
Of shame…
Without a name…

Going insane…
Driving in another dark lane
You were loved
In the bottom of my heart
You were in chains in my heart
I tried to smile bright tonight
I wish you were gone in my life
I tried so hard…to take wing in the light
I wish you the best in life…
I pray for peace to murder the strife

I’ve lost the race, 
I haven’t passed the test
But I’ll keep trying (trying)
Though, I’m frankly dying x3 (flying)
I’ll make it up to you, radiant friend of mine
Wipe off the grime from my face…this anger and envy becomes serpentine
To my heart…to my young, once-innocent heart

Pound to the rhythm of my heart x4
I tried to keep pace with the rhythm of my heart
Pound to the rhythm of my heart x4
I’m rolling in the deathcart…into the abyss, I go…take heart, foes that drag me down to the ground heartlessly… vicious night hunts me down like I’m its next prey…I pray x3 my life won’t transform into strife…blooming blasphemy in my young, anguish-whelmed heart 

Catch me before I fall
To tell you the truth, I have tried to stand tall
And give it my all…just answer my call
My heart is pounding in appall

Pound to the rhythm of my heart x8

Oh, I am going insane
Anxiety and curiosity brewing in my brain

And now I’m…
Now I’m…
I can’t say it…
I’m chained to this pit…
Of shame…
Without a name…

Going insane…
Driving in another dark lane
You were loved
In the bottom of my heart
You were in chains in my heart
I tried to smile bright tonight
I wish you were gone in my life
I tried so hard…to take wing in the light
I wish you the best in life…though it slits you like a jagged knife
I tried to search for you with all of my remaining might
I pray for peace to murder the strife…to end this miserable, chaotic life
Death isn’t in this grand land of ours 

Close the corridors of your blue eyes
Tell the truth and sift out the lies
I was black and lonely,
But, now I’m white and carrying with me the attitude of gratitude
I’m wearing an upside down frown of sunlit glee
In my heart…you hit me to the core…
But, you made me have this bruise
I had so much to win for…
You had nothing to lose…
You uplifted me with your good news

Your priceless words gave me ecstatic happiness
Your helping hands brought me out of the abysssssss
I was gravity-bound in the chambers of my mind…I was once numb…and she spit me out like tasteless, gross gum
Can’t help, but wish for God’s kingdom to come x4
You dug deep into my soul of anguish and cheer - thank you kindly for your empathetic words of wisdom

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Spy Breidenthal -part 1-

“Without you, now I see
How fragile the world can be
And I know you've gone away,
But in my heart you'll always stay”  –Katie Melua

There is a peculiar feeling I remember experiencing when the news came I suppose people who have experienced the sudden death of a loved one would understand My heart grew heavy; my body felt weak… Yet there was still a part of me that simply didn’t want to fully believe it I felt as if my entire body was overflowing with black grief, Swirling in circular motions all throughout my blood and brain Stumbling with heightening realization and heartache, I ran down the stairs and out the door I searched around for him, scared to see him, but needing to see him… My sister motioned over to where he was lying… “No…no…” I ran across the street to him, and sat there at the curb staring at him I cried out in utter shock and pain, Sobbing at the sight of my cat stiff as stone, bloated and bloodied I had never thought I would see him this way His eyes were opened; a couple of flies were crawling on his ears, And he was lying in a small puddle of brown liquid I knew it was him even at a distance, but I had to check for certain Perhaps there was hope… As bad as it sounded, maybe it was another black cat… Maybe Spy was still laying in the grass contently, safe from harm Scaring away the large flies, I felt his tail till I came to the very end of it, where I felt the bend This little crook of the tail confirmed it was no other cat but Spy Spy - the best cat I have ever had the pleasure to call my own My tears fell upon his fur, the hot California sun beating down upon us He was my best friend He was my pride and joy…he was my sweet black cat, And I loved him with all of my heart I think Spy deserves recognition for what he has done for me and my family Yes, he was just a cat, but to me, he was so much more than that He was family, and he was the closest friend I could ever have Sitting at the curb sobbing, barefoot, hair a mess, not caring who saw me, I set my hand on the fur that wasn’t already damp and mucky My original thought of someone running him over with a car disappeared immediately Half his face was messed up His teeth were shattered Inconceivable pain still lingered on his dead, cloudy eyes I lifted each of his paws, examining them, and saw that each claw was severed, And shards of the claws dangled in various areas Deep blade wounds were evident as well… With a heartrending groan, I knew someone did this to him And this understanding curdled my blood and rattled my bones Someone had done this… Honestly, I wanted to be angry at whoever was involved in the death of Spy, But instead, all I could do was feel sadness and cry A part of me blamed myself of course I should have kept him inside… I should have watched over him better… I should have known something was wrong when he didn’t visit my room that night… I should have...I should have... But now it is just too late… A man with a short brown beard, plaid shirt And a navy blue hat approached me slowly, Holding a shoebox, a sad expression on his face "Here's... a box you can put him in," He said faintly. Being shy, I didn't want to look at him, but I did, And his eyes were glistening in sadness. Still shaking with sobs, I thanked him And began lifting Spy into the box Rather a big cat, I had some difficulty, But anything was better than leaving him there Lying in the dirty gutter collecting flies and other insects He said, "I am really sorry about your cat..." There was a silence, save for my crying, And he crouched down near me for a little while. All I could give him was a weak "Thank you." I wanted to hug him To tell him that he was so kind to stop and help... I think what we regret the most is not taking action, Not saying the right words, or not being there at the right time Yet he took action…a stranger, he was there for me, And he cried with me…. What a blessing he was to me in that moment

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Maurice Yvonne | Details

Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play

Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment  I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.  Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.  I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open.  I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew.  I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,  my lungs were grasping for air  for some oxygen  some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking,  it was like moving through mud,  like a slow motion scene in a movie.  But this wasn't a movie.  This was my life and I could feel it slipping away  from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine.  I had heard those noises a hundred times before,  they were the sounds of an Angel  but this was no heaven  this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air  amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.  It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier  but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment.  Why hadn't I just turned back?  I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,  covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her  I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed.  Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster  would control my actions from here on in.  I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge.  I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.   This hacked away at my spirit,  tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think.  I think I said,  I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face  she didn't need to speak,  but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours,  it was minutes.  It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;  there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.  Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played  in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps  until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength  to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone  I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go,  I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster 

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Meredith Manley | Details

Frozen Soul Within Her Heart

    Frozen Soul Within Her Heart-  
	  She's Terrified to Feel  

Her shadowed past still haunts her-
each night as every light-
fades back into the darkness,
as ghostly beings rise.
She gave her heart to someone,
and promised ne'er to change,
the feelings that belonged to him,
and ne'er her heart to age.
Yet in her own desires,
and every wond'ring dream-
the aspirations that she felt,
would only cause him pain.
He swore he'd never leave her,
and that he'd love her true-
that every day he'd wait for her,
and no one else would do.
Within a year that promise he'd broke,
as he- lost in his passion-
danced and wooed another girl,
and soon was holy wedded.
As any foolish girl would do-
she continued to hold on to-
the memories and the broken dreams,
and the promise of “I do.” 
Looking back she now can see,
that neither of them were,
perfect for the other-
but the feelings still remain.
And truly in all thankfulness,
she escaped a nightmare vow-
But still it often feels,
as if his own opinion,
left her feeling as if-
no one really wants her.
And in reacting to the pain-
the broken hearts and dreams,
the bitter end of being wanted-
and loved for who she is,
she seems to be the girl that leaves,
that can't remain in place-
because if chance should open her heart-
she's terrified of what that might mean.
If she remains in a single place,
and watches his children be born,
or slowly recognize the fact,
that another is creating a heart-storm,
she's terrified that she'll learn to feel-
and have to once again,
give way to emotions bigger-
that she won't be able to reign in.
she's scared that if she'd stayed
she'd forget to learn to fly-
that she may lose the desire-
to escape the poisoned night.
That if she'd stay the constant sight-
of friends so close to her,
will eventually get lost among the thoughts,
of wanting something more to be.
Already she's been used and tossed,
a toy thrown in the wind,
a passing thought of shape and form,
to ne'er be thought of again.
Yet, even beyond that there are a few-
who seem to follow her every move,
who seem to wish that she was theirs',
and that “their” story would be the Truth.
she's scared that if she'll stay,
these emotions will actually get in her way-
and those people who she calls-
her friends and respects,
will become so much more
than any of that.
As crazy or weird-
as any of that may be,
she's scared that she'll mess up-
the friends she has around her.
That she will become this stalking girl,
the ex's worst nightmare in real life unfurled.
Time is said to heal the wounds,
how much time- no one really knows.  
Her darkest deepest secrets, 
her hidden- longing fears-
are silent as the grave,
yet always whispering in her ear.
She doesn't want to be a toy,
a object for the rest of her life,
an image that guys can idolize,
at a “never commit to” pace. 
She's scared that she'll end up,
lonely and lost and old,
the old spinster, old maid, old friend,
that watches her siblings kids.
As friend after friend,
or acquaintances too,
readily pair up and leave,
She's left to watch their progress,
and wonder when it will be 'me'.
She's so deeply deeply lonely,
the pain inside her chest,
is palpable and tangible,
although she keeps it hid.
And all of these emotions,
are locked up inside of her,
no one knows that she's so lost,
or confused as some don't believe her to be.
She's terribly lost, confused, and small,
and is it so wrong to want it all?
To be loved and touched and thought about,
above all others and cared for throughout?
Maybe someday, when she's 74-
sitting in a rocker outside of her door,
her 'lonely' path won't seem as bad,
as it does this night- as she sits on her bed,
and wonders and waits and wishes away,
but all of this pain- seems is her permanent mate. 
And so she's left to simply breathe-
and fight and claw each day-
to find the strength to continue-
as she desperately cries and prays.
And beneath all of the surface, 
below the sunny sky-
frozen soul within her heart,
she's terrified to feel.

~Meredith A. Manley

Copyright © Meredith Manley | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Details


I am Kerris Hakim, bartender trade by night.  Here at Fahrenheit Lounge I've heard
Stories of patrons who dared to live, and lovers who had suddenly died.  
Graduating from law school without a dime. 
Over gin and tonic I've listened to all arrays of IRONIC.  Husbands who didn't know
Their husbands had wives.  Then husbands who didn't know their wives were alive.
All these stories and...

Just one more for the road.  Jack Daniels please.  Don't tell me I'm to drunk to
Drive.  You can't  FORCE me to stay alive.  Give me my keys, now please!
"You need a cab Mister Wallace", Kerris  asserted.

Ounces and ounces of hard liquor straight, no chaser. That  was Mike Baker.
"Maybe a BLACK Russian?"  Kerris  attempted to introduce something with less
Potency.  Mike Baker was stringent "Come on Hakim, you know me by now.  I
Go for hard Vodka. It's my weakness.  No chaser.  I've been a regular 7 years 
Now and my kidneys take me to the can. 7 years."
"Here's your Vodka on the rocks, straight, no chaser."  Kerris watched.  Mike 
Lifted the glass, smiled and took a swallow.

There are others and other lovers of those who stopped in just to sort their day
One day Ferdinand Cools stationed himself on a bar stool at the far end of the bar
Opposite the door.  As he watched every soul exit and enter  he proceeded to tell me
What my problems were.  He didn't think I was competent enough to obtain more
Secure employment. Reason being is that I'm inept at completing an employment
Application. I laughed.... a lot.  He was mostly sober just filling up on lite beer.

I've had to shoulder plenty with this PLACE. Huge brawls, some really big ones 
Lasting all night.  I swear to all, one night the SWAT team was called. More than 
Half the patrons were arrested.  Last night one of our regular bar hops came in 
Talking that same old talk about how nobody loves her. She has no reason to live
And nothing to give. I said to her, "Life is not as bad as you think. " 
"Here have some cold coffee ice tea on the house."  He poured her a healthy mug.
"I need a Long Island Ice tea." She muttered. 
Kerris  asked her Where we're YOU a few hours ago. She replied, "Sizzling Sam's  Bar 
And Grill been there all night."  
Good ole key in ignition condition Sam. Karen was starting to sober up.

Lanikah D. Wadi Prosecuting Attorney/Child Advocate by day has graced the 
Establishment. What a vision. Very attractive.  She sat down and glumly explained her latest case. A 14 year old kid was beaten to death by his parents for stealing $300
A fraction of the rent money which was due the next day.

Both parents were charged with child abuse ,conspiracy to commit 
Murder and a slew of other charges. The father used a bat and the mother an extension cord.  We will prosecute to The fullest extent.
Finally, Jaret Jason his last man on deck was approaching. The place was ready to be locked down 2 customers and Max the bouncer. Remained.  "Well my people
It's  been a stressful  tiring day BUT  Lock down is STILL 3 o'clock and that's in 30 minutes" Kerris repeated "LOCKDOWN 3 o' clock."

"Hey Hakim ," they Bro hugged. "I'll have some Hennessey."  Kerris left, and 
Shortly returned with a full bottle." On the house. It's the least I can do. Seems to     me you are having problems ." Kerris took his seat as Jaret 
Sang his troubling story and Kerris's  fortune of glory. He announced, he was leaving 
His wife but she doesn't know it.  "I'm moving to Hawaii to live with my second 
Lover, my baby's mother."

Kerris gave him his card and said " Kerris Hakim Attorney by day, bartender trade by

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Suzanne Delaney | Details

Randomlings Contest

The Quality of Mercy.
A mouse doesn't ask for mercy from a cat. It can't meow the syllables.
Though its stomach is full, the cat,being unacqainted with mercy, 
will toy with a mouse. 
Does the tiny heart that beats to bursting point, feel eternity?.... while pinned to the floor by that mighty paw! Any soldier could tell you.
Suzanne Delaney

My cat is so magnificent
Each of his whiskers lies content
His purrs are so benevolent.

Morning Glory
The clouds have on the blush of dawn
And birds give voice to early morn.
Now spreading light pulsates with life
With joy another day is born.

Fairy's Dilemma 
The fairy was stuck in the cobweb
The spider was hungry and near
But she whipped out her golden scissors
And snipped herself free from Fear.

Mind and Heart
Impressions are like footsteps in the sand,
They leave their mark as surely as a Lover's hand
On Mind and Heart.

Teddybear Dreams
My Teddy bear stayed in Toyland
When I out- grew Childish things
He stayed there in carefree moments
And lives on in make believe dreams
Alone on the bed he ponders
He heaves up his shoulders and wonders
Looking and longing for Childhood
That can never come again.

Mother you gave me life and breath,
and yet I asked for more.
Lover you gave me self and worth,
A peace I waited for.

Sense of Betrayal
Lies are a thin veil -
A filmy shield
Through which the heart can sense
The shape of betrayal 

Grains of Truth
Aware of our potential-
We sift the sands of our past
Until huge dunes block our heart
and pile up in our minds
And make a desert of our Souls.

Minotaurs All
We are all separate entities-
Isolated in the labyrinth
Of our minds.

Tuesday, September 22, 1998
Eve's Advocate
With cold eye, beady, dead in space,
Uncoiling with hypnotic grace,
Slow motion skin - an awful lace,
To silent earth, no sudden trace. 

Friday, November 6, 1998
Weed in a Crack
Arid soul with barren mind
Sees desert where oases' stand
In concrete bare, instead of courage,
Sees a weed he should discourage

Poet's Impasse'
Why should I add another word
To words that everybody's heard
To say, "The morning web is hung with light."
Is not to say,
"A spider gathered jewels today."

Eternal Read
Let heaven be a library
Of books a great infinity
And on a cloud I'd fill my need
To read and read
And read and read

Hands of Fate
Sophisticated games 
All aimed at selfish gains
And motives devious and real
Around the mind like strangers steal

Feline Wonder
My cat's back hocks are so comical
She walks like a teen Lolita in her first high heels
She teases all the tom - cats with her feminine, feline wiles
But never intends - to make one of them
The champion of her nights

Gem of Ages
The Earth is a living Opal
A vital jewel in space.

Blue Flowers
Blue petals - Fragments of sky
Notions, emotions
Forget - Me - Nots sigh
Bring me blue flowers when I die.

Indelible kiss.
Blow me a kiss. How intimate it seems to my soul. The memory of it,
 is now stamped in my mind, indelibly. For that instant
 we remained connected across the space between us.

Endless Beginning
Are Eternity and infinity equal? On and endless journey
 in an un-mapped cosmos would eternity run out?... before I reached infinity. Entering a black hole I might find myself ?......at a dead end in space......
or falling into the threshold of time.

For Randomlings Poetry Contest


Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Balveen Cheema | Details

Famous Last Line

Dad Revisited- Once More

Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in the verandah as soon as I reached,
Seated on his cane chair with legs outstretched.

Suited- booted, neat crisp turban, expectant eyes so tender
The same tweed coat, the warm muffler across his shoulder.

The moment he saw me he fumbled with his walking stick,
Stood up took a few steps forward in a nick.

We embraced each other tight as he planted as kiss on my head,
I nuzzled against his warm coat enjoying the love of my figurehead.

Warm drops of love fell on my cheeks,
Saw oceans pouring through his teary creeks.

'I can't control them', he said chokingly, 
Feeling the other's heart beats we clung to each other tightly.

'Let's go to the garden, the grape fruit is waiting for you!'
We walked together slowly over his leafy garden dew.

Dad showed me the new cuttings and saplings he had potted for me,
He pointed to the overgrown grass and said his workers were on leave.

He said,' Ah, for more varieties of flowers!
But the dogs don't spare them in my bowers'.

We smiled and saw the overladen grape fruit trees,
I plucked three grapefruits and said they would suffice with a tease.

We slowly climbed up the steps to our sunny verandah to sit alone,
He asked me what was it that I had wanted to tell him over the phone.

I read out my poem, '13, West Macott Road', a nostalgia shakeup, 
Of our ancestral home in Poona where he had grown up.

I was reared up there, too, by my grandparents,
He wept and hugged each other, our undying love evident.

'I can't believe you had this talent and I didn't know about it till now,
You always make me cry with your emotions, but no more willI allow!'

He took out his kerchief to wipe my tears, his permanent flair,
I was still sniffing when I sighted his empty cane chair.

December 6, 2015
Sponsor : Laura Loo

 Famous Last Line

I was still sniffing when I sighted his empty cane chair
Mother heard the car door shut and slowly wobbled out
Withered brow and wasted eyes she clasped me to her heart
A year gone by and no solace yet without her mate       
A long hug of completeness lasting uncountable minutes
With a deep sigh we looked at each other at length and smiled   
She bemoaned her growing pains and aches 
Wanting to free herself of her worldly encumbrances
Dad's bed and memories were my only claim
I lay by her side the night through recapping the nostalgic years gone by
How he cycled me as a child, sitting on the carrier
My foot entangling in the back tyre and Dad's fall,
Flummoxed and helplessly looking at his bleeding knee and hands,
How we slept under the open summer sky, dazzling with sparkling beauties
Studying the Great Bear and other heavenly celesta's

On our return from fields Mother feasted us with her most delicious culinary delights 
My ever smiling humble mother stored our yearly granary with perfect ease
Yet the home maker sadly lived in Dad's shadow 
And in his absence has become a shadow of flesh and bones
Frailer and weaker, more loving and expressive of her love 
Tears rolled down my eyes as I turned in bed to watch her sleep
A day after the Ides of March she grows a year older, a year since Dad departed
A surprise party we have planned for the sacrifices by the Woman of Worth 

March 14, 2016
Contest : Famous Last Line
Sponsor: Laura Loo

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Poet M.e. | Details

Christmas In The Fall

The third surgery didn’t work
He tells her there can be another one. 
He lies. Struggles to look in her eyes

She apologizes from a restless state
"I Won’t be here to see them graduate.
I won’t live to see Christmas will I?"
“You’ll have the best Christmas ever.”

Doesn’t take Algebra to realize
That February plus three to six months
Is a few months short of never

“Will there be Christmas music?”
“Yes, there will be lots of music.”
She squeezes his trembling hand
IV drips were never part of the plan

“Perry Como was the
First Christmas song we ever danced to.”
“No! I remember. It Was Santa Baby.”

“Will there be mistletoe?
“Lots and lots of mistletoe.”
“Earth Kitt sang Santa baby.
I’m sure our first song was
Home For The Holidays
Perry Como.
You know I am never wrong
When it comes to our song."

And talking about Christmas in February
Is a lot less depressing than talking
About the final stages of Ovarian cancer
For a twenty-eight year old woman
Surgeons in the hall completely out of magic
A love story destined to end tragic

“When we have our Christmas
Will you hold me like you did
The first time?”
Can I sleep in your arms?
Can i have music?
I want to wear a Red Santa hat.
I want you to hold me while
The music plays.
Am i asking too much??”

And every Target in a 30 mile radius
Has put away their evergreens
You  to explain to the clerk why you
You need a Perry Como CD
In late February at Walgrens

So you Amazon this and Ebay that
To buy pieces of Christmas on the Internet
And you Google this and you Google that
Even the ridiculous Santa hat
And explain to twelve different neighbors
Why you are putting Christmas lights up
When you just took them down

But march and April comes around
Then May and June
The Doctors call and say, Soon

A few months later
The doctor finally tells you
She’s down to her final hours
“We have done everything in our power.”

You push her in a wheel chair 
And prepare for a Christmas to remember
And no one really cares that it’s September
Or that the Mistletoe is plastic
And from the dollar store
And four three foot reindeer on the lawn
And the Christmas lights stay on

A can of Blue Diamond almonds was about
As close to chestnuts you could get
“These are not chestnuts.These are almonds.”
“Are not.”
”Are too.”
“I am cold. Can you hold me?”

Two children frolic around the tree
As the gift wraps come undone
Not knowing they will go to sleep
With two parents and wake up with one

"Kiss your mother goodnight."

You Send the kids upstairs
Tell them to wash up
And say their prayers
They look into the eyes of their frail mother
And she looks into theirs

“You remembered the open fire.
We never had a fireplace.
When did we get a fireplace?
Aren't fireplaces expensive?
You  know we have a lot of bills
I love the sound of fire.

You were right for once.
Perry Como wasn’t our first song.
And it wasn’t Eartha Kitt either
We were both wrong (laughs)

It was
It was
(fading breaths)
The Christmas Song

Can you play it?
I want to hear it before I
Before I

Head behind her shoulder
He kisses her hair..Holds her

...And so, I'm offering this
Simple phrase to kids from
One to ninety-two
Altho' it's been said many times
Many ways
Merry Christmas to you”

“This this is..the happiest Christmas
You have ever shared with me
(Fade out) (She dies)
He only wished he could agree.

Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2016

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