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The little birds sing with the rising dawn. Slowly I wake, my face sad and withdrawn.
The songs the birds sing, of my task they remind me. Slowly I smile, and that's how my
friends find me.
Ever so cheerful, I always laugh, always grin. They have no idea what I hold within.
For a person so strong, they don't know that I'm frail. Reaching, and hurting, smiling
and supporting.
But then the day is done, the sun sets, the birdsong stops.
It is then, and only then, that my mask drops.
There's no need to smile, there's no one to please. The darkness reveals what the day
hides from me.
In the dark I face that I am alone. That I don't know who I am, or what is hope, where
is home.
But then, as I tire, I'll go to sleep. I'll dream silly things until the birds start to sing.
The dawn will come, and my mask will rise with it.
IT'S MASK TIME!
Daniexelle M. Lingofelter
When will I get this back
is it far too late
I already stepped on the crack,
now I'm, far too off the map-
Sometimes I wish it were forever,
others, I ponder and regret
but it's a rotten apple, it's spoiled inside
but the outside hasn't been touched yet
Chorus
So hello immortality,
I've quite missed my best friend
you've been gone for too long now
and now it starts again
again when everything rising up
left everyone in despair,
I promise to reject that absence,
cause i'm coming back for good and again
Here I stand again now,
revolver glued to my hand,
society calls, and I repent
this music stays alive again
I wait for the day it's over
I wait for the day it's the end
But unaware, I abide the death
But my timeless meanings occur again
Chorus Repeat*
Great songs
On your day
In your own way
May your day be bright
Filled with special delight
Let your burning candle shine
From your yum cake royally dine
May your family and friends enjoy
Your birthday with a great poetess friend
Now tell me the big number if you will
I will take it just like a sweet pill
Thirty-one and holding I see
Hope your day is full of glee
Wishing you more birthdays
Writing your own ways
Poetic thoughts
In great parts
Touching
Hearts
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., 8/6/09
© All Rights Reserved
The Etheree poem was created about twenty years ago by an Arkansas poet named Etheree
Taylor Armstrong. The poem consists of ten lines of unmetered verse. The lines may also be
rhymed or unrhymed depending on the style of the author. The first line of the poem has
only one syllable. Thereafter, each succeeding line adds another syllable. There is a total
syllable count of fifty-five in the poem. The Etheree poem is similar to a Nonet poem with the
exception of the 10th line and syllable count. The Nonet only has 45 syllables, which is 16
shorter than the Etheree poem. One may get creative and write an Etheree with more than
one verse. This may take the form of a Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, then 10,
9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1; that is the style in which this poem is written.
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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Summer days in a mining town
Lunch box sitting by the kitchen door
Whistle blows at the Colliery
Time for work, all my muscles sore
Long day’s work for little pay
No complaints, we’re doing fine
Wednesday, got a half day off
Have a few beers, forget the mine
Down inside that mine we give it a go
No panic here, no need to be hurrying
Mice are moving kind of slow
I’ll start to panic if I see them scurrying
The Colliery overshadows the town
Sometimes causes a bit of strife
A sense of pride putting that hammer down
For a miner it’s a way of life
Wife stays home to raise the kids
When that alarm goes off sometimes she’ll cry
Town waits quietly to hear the news
There’s a self-respect that money can’t buy
A constant struggle from day to day
Months pass quickly and the bills come due
Most times they are larger than the pay
But somehow, Thank God, we make it through
Though the times are hard trying to make ends meet
We get a perspective of what’s important in life
Our riches aren’t measured in the material things
They are children, good neighbors and a loving wife
There is a brotherhood within the town
A sense of belonging, a sense of pride
The colliery may have been shut down
But the spirit of the miner has never died.
Tamaqua, Pa. USA in the 50s.
If only we could do it all again,...
Drive down Highway 1,
on that day in the rain...
Stop and have lunch at the small cafe,...
shake off our wet jackets, eat our chowder,
warm ourselves....
Stare out the foggy windows,...
watching the tourists running for shelter,....
I would smile more,
not complain that our day had been spoiled by the rain....
Instead, I would rejoice, and be glad
to have spent such a fine day with you