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What love has created will never ever die,
The cemetery is a woodland interior;
Full of light and textures, dark and rich,
With fluttering trees and moss covered rocks.
The cemetery is a woodland interior,
I lay down at the tomb of my family;
With fluttering trees and moss covered rocks,
Sadly, I touch each name engraved.
I lay down at the tomb of my family,
And birds sing tunes in bending branches;
Sadly, I touch each name engraved.
And chipmunks scurry over old graves.
And birds sing tunes in bending branches,
I embrace each memory I have of you;
And chipmunks scurry over old graves,
I will come till God in time, unites us again.
I embrace each memory I have of you,
Full of light and textures, dark and rich;
I will come till God in time, unites us again,
What love has created will never ever die.
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June 26, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Modified/Embrace The Lines
Copyright Protected, ID 16-804-344-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Time
doesn't fly; it sashays right on by.
More magician than albatross.
Playing shell games with dreams.
An endless cosmic comedy
starring the damned and the lost.
I've degrees in procrastination
earned a P.H.D in missed opportunity.
Raised kittens to become lions-unlike me.
Steering them clear of black holes and ravines.
Around those that promise gemstone and flower.
But only give slag, weed, and sorrow
I thank my gilded father who gifted bushels of love.
And the thorny step for every black period of snappy discipline.
I thank the bouncer who stitched my runaway lips.
The silver cop who shoehorned me onto a straight and narrow ship...
without blowing me up or in.
Now I pause to thank God, the farmer.
Who watered and fed us during drought.
I thank the false prophets and haters.
Who never bothered to turn our satin hearts to rust.
(Sometimes there's nothing more important
than a spray of indifference and a burst of great luck.
...as the end draws closer,
I lay down regret and failures in full light.
In the form of a pyramid.
At the base lies a tangle of selfish snakes.
In the middle is abused and misplaced time.
At the top, a magician juggling sprinting dreams.
That I was never fleet nor clever enough to overtake.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2026
I catch my breath and I hold my composure,
My head fights my heart to keep it together,
The sensitivity of my soul dangerously meets,
The connection of feeling, empathic defeat,
The dreams start to come, the survival guide,
In the darkness, showing me light,
Unfolding before my very eyes,
Bits of pieces and truth from the other side,
Hiding under a blanket through love and despair,
Trusting God's love through silent prayer,
Share my heart, yet the focus is not on me,
There Is intent behind opening up to be,
A commoness of lessons, teaching us everyday,
Showing us how to open up to love and communicate,
Shackles of judgement, self doubt, and pride,
Silence our hearts to heal and recognize,
Do I talk too much about my experiences or share too much of me,
While you sit in silence just listening,
Who is the more willing to give love the chance,
Who isn't scared of man's judgement, who opens their heart to share,
For that very moment God connects his church,
Holding them together to see all of loves worth,
To strike the enemy through the authority God gave us,
To gain loving relationships, and change the comformist,
In an atmosphere so willing to judge if views aren't the same,
Open your heart, let it bring you to change,
There Is deepness in the one willing to beat their soul,
They may need more compassion and love to be shown,
The enemy may have tricked them to make them believe,
That they were not worth the effort to try or see,
And if it has ruined them up to the point of silence,
It will stop them from sharing their heart's to bind us,
For as a whole we become stronger, as soon as we bare,
And have patience to listen, but also takes the initiative to share,
You are braver than you think, stronger than you know,
When you lay down your defenses, that's when love grows!
Natures Edge, how beautiful are your grounds,
Natures Edge, how green are your endless hills and fields,
How I wish I could live there forever, I am still in your presence,
Natures Edge, My heart is filled with peace and calmness.
Natures Edge, How I can't explain my feelings for your beauty,
Natures Edge, the horses galloping free, their main flowing in the wind,
The Sun rises above the trees, alive with color, the beauty of fall,
Monarchs Flying free high above, for they know they have found home after all.
Natures Edge, the Clear blue sky above, the Green pastures beckoning us to come,
The Smell of flowers, the animals, are God's Creatures, are walking free in your grass,
To be welcomed by your volunteers, hugs are a must, we are filled with peace and grace,
Becky, the woman behind this wonderful, sacred place, I am forever in your gratitiude,
Thank you for having this place for all families with special unique needs to come to be helped, to be welcomed with open arms, huge heart, smiles all around, we feel at home, we are family, we can be ourselves at last.
Open fields of Grace, beauty all around, lay down in the grass, look up in the sky, close your eyes, inhale deeply, slow your breath down, for you are home.
Living within shadows -
darker than a clouded night.
I'd lay down with my demons-
so that we didn't have to fight.
Engulfed me and my spirit-
as if it were just up for grabs.
The evil it consumeded me.-
It took everything I had.
I sought out ways to cure my pain-
and the devil saw his chance.
He shackled me to death itself-
and he pressed us both to dance.
He whispered in my my ear-
with words that justified this place.
And well before I knew it -
there was a sensless feel of "safe".
It made sense when it it shouldn't have.-
It warped my mind and soul.
But now if I'm without it-
I feel as though I am not whole.
What wicked form of evil-
blinds the mind and numbs the heart?
Why does it claim our souls-
under our nose right from the start?
It sucks your sense of logic-
before you touch it only once.
I wish I could explain it-
but just words they won't do much.
What really terrifies me-
is only victims understand.
The science study's great-
but it is just a grain of sand.
It does not make much sense-
because there's ultimatly none.
There's no way to describe it,-
misunderstood by everyone.
It isolates in secret;-
makes you suffer all alone.
It's why we hide in shadows-
to hide our shame from everyone.
I guess the scary part-
is knowing here within the dark..
that those who've not experienced-
cannot understand these wars.
Unless, of course, they take a step-
and take a brief dive in.
They'd finally know the secrets-
of what evil lays within.
If there were love in the world, we would see everyone smiling, brothers loving their brothers sincerely.
Look at everything happening in this world, the acts of violence tearing it apart.
If love reigned over the whole earth, our children would lay down their warrior weapons and return to school.
Look at all those who have fled their countries to seek refuge elsewhere, and those orphans deprived of their parents. The food crises shaking the world.
Nevertheless, you and I know that one day, we will meet again in a wonderful paradise. Far from all this suffering and misfortune. There, you and I will reside in joy, absolute happiness, justice, peace, and love. What a magnificent hope to cling to! ???
R u ok?!
I don't know.
R u ok?!
How should i know?
I'm just your spitting image.
I have no soul.
You need to get a grip,
get a hold.
Of what your lacking,
in this world.
R u ok?!
You're not looking so good.
You're a mess.
Must be from all the unwanted stress.
R u ok?!
Maybe you should pop more pills,
then go lay down.
You just need some sleep,
thats what it is.
Wait,
Wait,
Don't you leave this mirror.
You need to see you a lot clearer.
R u ok?!
No!!
You're not!
Stop looking at me for answers,
that you already got.
Now fix our face,
and be on our way.
It's a brand new day.
Shake off the stress.
Yeah!!
Your right.
I'm gonna have a good time tonight.
All that was left was,
a print of her lips.
On the mirror,
where she saw things a whole lot clearer.
As others was doing the same,
in the mirror.
She decided to look one more time.
At her reflection in the river.
R U Ok?!
Was her last words.
Written by;
Gloria perez-barkaszi
Smoke me out and cancer
I remember when I was your stick thin, pretty grin, dimple in the chin
--nice dancer
And your navel, the bucket of my quench,
catches the spins of your call and my answer
And when your hand grabs elbows
and I laugh and spin at the ribboning of my temples
I know this is the stop
You see, I boom for you and you just pop
So I snap back turn and swing
You're the pendulum of my happening
You're my lay down, stay down call and no answer
So I ricochet, piqué, split and go faster
but I find you, the keeper of my feet
The loud raping the meek
Sudden master
Do you remember me?
Stick thin. Life's grim. What's a dancer?
Odin he said,’This was not what fate told.
We were supposed to die on this field.’
I shrugged and said,’There was a change of plans,
So listen up, cause here’s the deal.
The norns, you see, could he hex to whole thing
So I sent my best-looking men down,
To treat the three ladies to dancing and drinks,
A regular old night on the town.’
‘And if know them true, they’re all still in bed,
After keeping those ladies up late.
And the webs the norns cast, they fell to Earth
And to dust they did all melt away.
It’s better this way, we all did agree,
Though mythology might be annoyed.
But we aren’t losing friends to nonsense like ‘fate,’
So we broke it, and gave you back choice.’
‘We do not believe we should lay down and die,
Nor could we let y’all think the same.
So we do what we do, we altered the rules,
And made the dark ones play our game.
And your prophecies knew not our modern tech,
Nor the lessons we learned from the horrors…
To think that a wolf, a snake, and a giant
Could beat a species born into war!’
We turned and headed for the great hall
The gods still far too stunned to relate
They’d come ‘round in time, surely enough
We’d all drink, carouse, and celebrate.
And as we walked off I heard the words spoke
From the Thunderer, still shaking his head
‘It may not be what we thought was in store,
But then again, at least we’re not dead!’
And the Norns settled down with their new loves,
And soon were surrounded by kids.
I went back to the hall, found my Valkyrie,
But can’t tell you the things that we did.
And for centuries more tales with will sung,
Great stories and epics will take stock,
Of the Doom of the Gods that didn’t quite come,
Of the SEALs who stormed Ragnarok.
Because we are all so called
human beings
Say for example we one day somehow
managed to get
2 age old sworn enemies to sit
at the 1 and same table
Even if that day was in fact say
the 25th December , Peace and
Goodwill to all mankind
And lay down there arm's and seek
everlasting harmony and peace
Sad as seems in actual reality the
probable outcome will be
Inadvertently you have now given
them a fresh new scenario over
which to tussle
Because who exactly then gets to
host and cater such an event , on
who's home turf is it then to be held
Who gets to clean up the mess
and the inevitable fall out afterwards
Once all is said and done and age old
animosities and hostility resumes
Between 2 sworn enemies who now
have been given 1 more thing to disagree
fight and hate each other for
Because sadly we human beings if
nothing at all suffer from a debilitating
flaw
Otherwise why on earth else would we continually rather prefer to choose to
wage war
Than seek peace and love instead