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Premium Member I'm In Here

I don’t mean to be mysterious
I think I’m basically an open book

At times more vulnerable
than I’d ever dare to be

It’s true I’m not much for volunteering
but I’ll tell you anything you want to know

Yes, to my detriment, I do hold back
and don’t express much how I feel

But I’ll never tell a lie, and if you persist
I’ll open up to share my every little secret

My thoughts, not just the deepest ones
are guarded much like Fort Knox

Yet there’s nothing I’d like more than set them free
it’s insufferable how their shackles weigh me down

Submerged, at times I cannot breathe
I ask you please to not give up on me                      



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021

AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2022


Premium Member I Will Swallow My Pride-

sometimes in my heart I look inside my vision;
while in the tapestry of my mind I await my mission;
I wait for my God to give me strength;
to follow through, to arrive at the gate;

and when my turn,
has come and gone...
I swallow

I swallow my pride
I open
open up the doors of my mind
I swallow
I swallow my pride
I await the positiveness of my Savoir, my Lord, my God


often caught in self base vain and glory
never relinquishing my true story
I wait for my god to give me strength
to follow through, for mercies sake;


and when my turn,
has come and gone...
I swallow

I swallow my pride
I open.
and when my turn,
has come and gone...
I swallow

I swallow my pride
I open
I swallow my pride
I open
open up the doors of my mind
I swallow
I swallow my pride
I await the positiveness of my Savoir, my Lord, my God
while in the here and now, I shall... I'll
I swallow
I swallow my pride
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Who I Am

"I am many things to many people, 
    but it's how I see myself that matters most."
                                                    ~  by poet




              My path in life ~
        I didn't know where it would lead
      Along the way I made mistakes that I regret
        But from them I have learned
  success isn't measured by material wealth
  and that I should never take life for granted    
    Time will never linger for me.
  I rejoice in the now, not dwelling on the past

              Humility
        is a gift I've always treasured
      Measure me by the kindness in my heart, 
        the happiness I feel
  when I remember each blessing I have received
  I can embrace my melancholy memories
    but my positive thoughts prevail
  just as in each Spring, everything will be made new
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

A Knapsack Full of Thumbtacks

if i had a thumbtack
for every
promise i made you,
i would 
prick my own finger
in the 
name of truth for i
never told 
it

the donkey would run
for the
hills and float on
air while slowly
going down for the
sweet center 
of your heart....i
could never hold
it

the greatest blue
day is when the moon
is
half seen as a
symbol if life's oft

forgotten
imperfections

we are vulnerable to
its touch and as a
result reveal
secrets unbeknownst
to us
that we still think
is safely locked
away in
protection

now i pay the price
with all the air
that i breathe
for your wilted
heart i will even
give up my greatest
possession to
receive
you can be a
habitual liar or
just constantly
deceive
just the essence of
your presence will
for me be the
greatest reprieve
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

If Glory Is the Purpose of Your Aspirations

A stubborn mind not distracted
by alluring thoughts, it can reach
its full potential by firmly believing
in those undiscovered possibilities!

Trusting your instincts is self-confidence,
nothing is achieved without commitment; 
plan ahead sacrificing pleasures for success...
what you wish for is never out of your reach!
 
When doubt prevents you from reaching
the finishing line: pause and reflect on what
went wrong, it would be too foolish to repeat it;
can mistakes teach us to be wiser in our choices?

Some envy the fortitude of an individual who
tries to beat every odd with grit and diligence:
if glory is the purpose of your aspirations, then
do everything in your power and be victorious!


written on 8/5/2037


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Redemption untold

Redemption untold 
Lies are never far from fallacy 
Secrets are never far from power 
If the soil is polluted 
The root can’t bring no good tree 
Their must be a truth untold 
In a dying world 
In a world full of wars 
In a world of turmoil 
In a land of needs and wants 
I tell you no lie 
This wasted days can’t forsake the revelations unseen nor the
Redemption untold 
So when our prophet rise with a message of redemption 
The grave become their home for eternal rest 
The brave is now cold the weak is weaker 
Change to freedom is never near 
So are we living or merely existing 




Redemption untold 
Energy don’t lie 
Frequency don’t deceive 
So relate or relocate eternally 
Their is a better days ahead for the bleeding soul 
Their is no end to life brother
The spirit of Eternity is a blessing 
Manipulation is a curse 
So let the world know the truth 
When you tell your message 
Let the world be healed by your words 
Transfer the energy of grace when you live
Create an aura of peace when you love
The world will always abide with nothingness’s brother 
But turn your matters to redemption 
Yes there is a better day ahead for the bleeding soul 
I tell you no lie 
There is a day of freedom from the 
Redemption untold
Form: Epic

Wildren Wood Introduction

There’s a strange dark place
So very close to our home
It’s the Ancient Old Wood
Where none of us dare roam.
We hunt at its fringes 
For none of us dare enter
There is death and despair
At its fearsome dark Centre.
As we hunt at its fringes 
We just hear branch’s sighs.
Sometimes the wind carries 
Loud shrieks and fierce cries.
The fringes are dark
The ground mud runny
It never seems to dry even
When it’s been full sunny.
Our land here is beautiful
And our lives here are good
So long as we respect that
Ancient living breathing wood.
It’s been there since creation.
It’s  called the Ancient Wildren.
We live in its shade for
We are it’s Chosen Children.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Far Off Constellations

Far off Constellations 
David J Walker

It’s not me 
It’s the judgment 
I never see 

But can still hear 
	The chitter chatters

Of muffled voices 
That scatters into 

A bust of Swahili 
Or Farsi

Or Gaelic 
for all that matters 

I can clearly hear it in my head
Those words

	That might have been said 
Might have lied

	Might have died in cooler
Midnight air 

Never to be mentioned or
remembered again

It’s not me 
	It’s the bubbles with
Those words I see

And can read
in a race

Floating off into 
	Outer space

On a collision course with
Far off constellations
Form: Rhyme

Humble B Bumble - 13 - Friday Night Will Bee Our Night For Dancing

Friday night will bee our night for dancing


Humble was exhausted after his first week of work.
He had helped people before, here and there,
But today it seemed like on his back he carried the Earth.
His body was aching, there was no mistaking,
It had really been a tough week.
So he would toughen up, work harder next time;
He could no longer afford to bee weak.


The life of a drone seemed quite simple from a distance,
But the reality was you covered a lot of distance.
Flying around all day searching for the nectar
And you couldn’t have a day off, no matter what the weather.
There was always more pollen to collect,
So it was not a job Humble could afford to neglect.
The hive needed nectar, so every day he would look far and wide,
And on every flower head.


He worked on his own, but there were plenty of other drones,
Who were usually looking around the same plants.
So the days went quite quick, you did your bit
And at the end of the week, you went out to dance!


Humble was so sure he would meet someone he could fall in love with,
As soon as he went in and sat down, guaranteed!
But although his friends were there and he had a good laugh,
He saw Bee-Real meet his new girlfriend and that was that.
Blondebee had lots of attention from another man.
Tiny Dancer was dancing with yet another bee.
Aw man!  Thought Humble, everyone is happy but me man!
And that night he walked home, a lonely little bee.


And so it continued, each week the same;
No love for Humble, he felt so lame.
Even Prince found a girlfriend and he never even spoke!
Humble thought this is beyond the joke!
The next week Bee-Real bought his girlfriend with him.
Lovebee was her name and she had a beautiful grin.


One night Tiny Dancer and Blondebee shared a kiss,
But Blondebee told Humble, it didn’t mean a thing,
Because he was the one she really wanted to bee with
And so, like a fool for love, Humble dived right in…


Blondebee soon became Humbles first girlfriend…
Is this where the story ends…?


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
© Aa Harvey  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Dream

Last night a sad dream I had,
This one, for me was quite bad.

I was at work and my baby I did see,
He knew right away it was me.

He broke away from this person other.
The new one he was to call mother.

Into my arms, my child flew,
There was no other joy to compare to!

My youngest son, my baby boy,
Oh the feeling of utter joy!

He says" I want to come home Mommy".
Oh Lord the pain hits like me a tsunami!

I awoke with a start!
Breaking was my heart...

Tears streaming upon my face,
The pain just won't erase.

For me the pain is with me every day.
It will never ever end I dare say!
Form: Couplet

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