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Once his brown alpargata shoes trod countless miles,
imagination burst from his vivid, traveler's eyes...
He traversed valleys leading to azure mountains,
and heard a chant sung with vivacious tones.
Like the invaders of the past that built sturdy castles
on rugged hills, he intruded in those ghostly places...
expecting swift lancers with fierce glances ready to attack him,
or take him prisoner and toss him in a dungeon completely dim.
But with his slick tongue, he would kindly ask for a fair trail
and be scolded by the drunken King with the fattest tummy
to explain with a few words his intrusion in that well-guarded territory;
and looking so young and innocent, his plan for deception wouldn't fail!
" Oh, mighty Frederick II...I come in peace and as a conquered native,
I would bow in admiration to be of service to your kingdom,
which extends from Naples to Sicily, your mercy is imperative...
may your soldiers unlock these heavy chains that make me lame!"
The Norman King with the bluest eyes ordered the knights
to free him and waited for words to flow from his mouth with dry lips, " My great
King, I have grown grapes that are so juicy to eat with bread and they make
the most delicious wine to bring merriment to your festive nights!"
" Where's this region you mention with such wonder and delirium?"
With red-inflamed pupils, King Frederick II asked him. And he traveler's deep voice
vibrated with loud excitement , " Into the valley of Baianum!"
" Let me out of this castle and I will show the purple grapes of a farmer's choice!"
" Let him loose!" ordered the tall, fair king. " Give him the fastest horse,
and let him bring me proof of his finding!" The soldiers obeyed with reluctance,
but little trust they showed in him: they assumed he was another well-paid jester,
who performed his comedy well...they knew the cleverness of that young traveler!
Beauty is something which is a gift not a right
Something that it pleasing and pleasant to someone’s sight
But there are different types of beauty some out of the ordinary
I’ve come across one that is truly extraordinary
A beauty to compare with this one you surly will find no other
To find beauty at its true peek there is no need to look any further
A beauty which can not be tamed by flaws or any kind of imperfection
To try and understand how such beauty exist is quite simply perplexing
The beauty I’ve seen is pure and flawless and as for blemishes there is no sign
When in the presents of this impeccable beauty you have seen beauty at its prime
A beauty exceeding the bounds of reason and to complex for imagination
This is truly what was in mind when beauty was brought into creation
A beauty which reveals the superb and completeness of perfection
Because in no way form or fashion does this beauty need any correction
Some may think I’m distorting the truth and that there is and never was such beauty
But with just a glance of this beauty’s face you’ll agree honestly and truly
A beauty which is not confined by mere appearance but has an equal beauty within
To try and fathom the depths of this inner beauty to explain I could not begin
A beauty that is stunning to the eyes and bewildering to the mind
A beauty that will take your breath away and has reached a new degree of fine
Despite all of my words I’m still not eloquent enough to help you to comprehend
The beauty I’ve seen in appearance and the beauty I’ve seen within
When it comes down to it mans mediocre words can’t and won’t help to describe
This unrealistic beauty I’ve seen I know because I just tried.
Form:
Bodyweight !.. I constantly gain..
Diet Regime ..gone in vain...
My body- totally out of shape..
Gymnasium is a total waste!
Huge shoes and clothes size-jumbo,
They tease me"Fatty Little Bumbo".
They say I'm fat and call me a ball,
Or they say I am huge wall.
Elephant, Hippo , they call me animal names,
All these words put me to total shame..
Hydrogen balloon , I am to some,
Hurting comments..yet I keep mum..
With tears rolling down my chubby cheeks..
Lonely and dejected I sit on the beach..
"Yes I'm Fat!", I scream aloud..
"Yet I'm happy and very proud!"
Confidence rises with my self esteem,
Happy and joyful, now I seem,
To all hurting comments, with a "Thank you" I smile
Leaving commenters surprised for a while..
Slowly though, one day they ask..
"Don't you feel like taking us to task ?"
"We hurt you and call out names to you..
And you only respond with a polite Thank you?"
To Them I say "Yes!, I'm fat..
So you tell me how to solve that ?
All diet and efforts have gone in vain..
Does that mean I live in shame ?"
"Comments from you , the beautiful!
Are compliments for me -the ugly fat Bull!"
My words make them feel terrible..
For ridiculing me they feel miserable..
Soon, towards me their attitudes change..
"Lady!! You are very beautiful! " together they claim
"Your inner beauty triumphs over our appearance..
Fat is Ugly..is our wrong inference.."
"Ultimate beauty !..is the beauty within...
That matters more..than being thin.".
Then they say "You are a gorgeous little beauty"..
And I wink" A gorgeous little fatty"!!
Upon my years of pre-puberty, a distant relative had died.
During this period of time, funerals were held in a home.
Family members would visit and pay respects and confide.
This is a tale of my first and only visit within this poem.
Had never previously been in this home to even roam,
Parents of mine knowing this they were so amazed.
With the knowledge, I kept and freely gave un-hazed.
These relatives of mine, I had never met before, ever.
Had no knowledge of existence or even the town,
Upon entering their house, I was not afraid to deliver.
Though with each word I spoke, silence went down.
Both of my parent’s faces were placed in a frown.
They were afraid, I would get lost in this residence.
Then I began describing details, in precise presence.
Top of the stairs, with bath the first room on right.
Of the hallway, that lead to each bedroom I knew.
Every picture or painting that came into their sight,
Colors of walls, carpet or wood floor, my words flew.
How did I know these things, then upon that cue?
I have been here before in a dream, or previous life.
Knowledge that someone had died by using a knife,
Twelve years old, such amazing words I gave to them all.
Having no explanation, everyone carried on the wake.
My parents decided it was time to leave, before I saw.
My ancestor lying in a coffin, afraid of what I might spake.
Never was there very much conversation or what to make,
Of this case of paranormal events, that I lived and shared,
I still have dreams; some come true, though never scared.
Isn’t it strange how one day we love someone and the next we hate them, how we surround ourselves with a few people that are exact replicas of ourselves and push everyone else away, how we try ridiculously hard to pretend we want to be different when the truth is we’re actually in search of our niche.
Isn’t it strange how we remember all the bad things but forget the happy times, how we dig a hole to bury the hurt but end up burying the peace, how we try to fix the world but often aide in its destruction.
Isn’t it strange how we try to tell the world who we are while at the same time trying to hide it, how we always say that we don’t care what others think and yet deep down it stabs, how no matter how many times we say the phrase ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me’ words always make deeper wounds that take longer to heal.
Isn’t it strange how often our heart and head argue, how we love the wrong person, how we think we’ve chosen the safe path and then it turns out to be completely covered in traps.
Isn’t it strange that even when ‘everything’ is laid out in the open ‘everything’ really isn’t everything, how we try so hard not to hurt others feelings and then do stupid crap like talking about them, how we trust the wrong people quickly while it takes forever to trust the trustworthy.
Isn’t it strange how you will read this and probably agree with every word and then toss it aside as though it was never written.
Is it so hard?
Is it that tough?
To love someone and say you love them
Or are just kisses enough
Are just actions simply understood?
But actions need words
And words need actions
And without each other
Love is never reached
Emotion is never granted
Feelings are never to be felt
But hurt and tears are to be spread
To love someone
To know he loves you back
To say you love him
But with none of words he says to you
How can I feel?
How can I assure love?
How can I live, with someone?
Unable to pronounce the simple letters
Or his carelessness simply allowed him
To forget…
So be it
I’m not gonna pronounce the simple words
I’m not gonna share the hidden passion
I’m not gonna live a wordless love
I’m just gonna stand there and watch you sink in your carelessness
Search for a person, who would accept a person like you
I’m just gonna pretend you never even loved me
You wordless piece of carelessness!
When I love someone
I say it with all my heart “I love you”
I show it with all my actions “I love you”
My problem is in being loyal
I trust too much, I love too well
Maybe its time
No one arrived, I’m starting to grow
Starting to realize
There is none to be loved
There is no love to be honored
But sadness and hurt will hunt you down
Promises, Promises...boldy broken
I spite these words when hastily spoken
The act pledged is almost never the issue
it's the scanning of priorties...somehow they missed you!!
You would never have held breath and waited
But the promiser spoke, declaritively stated...
"I will..." "We'll Go...." "Real soon..." "I promise..."
You'd have no reason not to take them at honest...
From as far back as I can remember
every promise I heard was "return to sender"
The phone would ring, my heart would sing
voice on the other end says...."forget the whole thing"
No fishing trips, campouts, or cookouts...look out!
Every time my hopes were up, then hooked out...
I died each time they let me down
when they picked me up, then set me down
when I had to kick start the merry-go-round
sat in an unpushed swing at the play ground...
So thinking back, I know it's why
I see a broken promise like a boldface lie
I hate nothing more than when words are hollow
when an oral oath lacks the action to follow
Trust breaks down when mouths, they run
Hold your tongue then no harm is done!!
Inspired by Michael's "What gets your Goat" contest!!
It seems dark clouds are at hand; and a storm seems brewing;
And the wind that blows;
Could bring with it; the onslaught of pain.
And the moon might shift; and the sea may rise
And being swept ashore; by the light of the moon;
Could be a foreboding feeling; with each breaking of a new wave.
The once serene tide pools of tranquility;
Could be submerged; and the inhabitants will struggle for a place to cling;
And with the howling winds; anger might seep through;
And written words of anger will hurl; People will speak of contradictions;
Some will not be what they claim to be;’
And those lines of friendship will too often be broken
Left behind may be the scattered pieces of better days;
And in the face of adversity; many might offer no denials.
For they are both innocent; and yet guilty;
Sometimes good but more often bad;
Often straightforward or perhaps withholding;
And rarely are they happy; but too often they are sad.
There words written;
So often by the light of man made illumination;
May claim that the tide has shifted; and control is necessary;
Beware of the false prophets
For there will be witnesses;
And the truth shall not be hidden.
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Avoiding Gossip
By Elton Camp
“But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give
account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified,
and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.” Mathew 12: 36, 37
Gossip was started by Satan in the Garden of Eden
Eve believed the forbidden fruit they were needin’
She passed the word of the serpent along to her mate
And the final result, both of them soon came to hate
Gossiping and listening have continued up to this day
Very few can claim that they never have done that way
“I don’t know whether this is true or not” is their word
But then they proceed to repeat the thing they have heard
But wait, this applies not only to “them,” but also to me
I can’t rightly make the claim to be of hurtful gossip free
First of all, I need to remove the rafter out of my own eye
Only then to extract the straw from my neighbor’s I can try
Gossip can be deliberate and done with all malicious intent
But also, as nothing other than harmless chat it can be meant
But we must consider that each time the story is repeated,
Evil additions can be made while any good is also deleted
Form:
Where Are The Words …
I Am Looking For Words …
… That Will Give Meaning
To Meeting You, This Evening
And What Can I Say ? …
What I Long To Say …
Instead of, Good To See You Friend
And Oh, How Have You Been ?
… Such Polite Conversation
Is Safe Presentation
Nothing More … So Much Less
I Need Hunger- Honestness
Packed With A Passion
Full-Out Conflagration
Instead of A Shy, Dulcet Tone
I Wanna Torch-Talk You, To The Bone !
Use Words, To Sear You To Your Soul
Singe, Deep Inside Your Soul
Soft and Husky In Confessions
Words, That Demand Actions
Emotive, Elusive, Essential
Elocution of The Quintessential
Romanticism Expressed …
The Pleasure Of Your Face, Eagerness
In Bold Explorations, Evolved
From Virgin-Feelings of First Love
That Make It Seem … Like Last Night
Invoking Future Visions, So Bright !
Oh, Where Are The Words ? …
I Am At A Loss For Words …
So Many Things, I Want To Let You Know …
Instead of Just Saying … ‘ Hello ’…
For: Ismael Nieves
Who Has Such A Passionate Style To His Poems
(and Also, The Little Joke of Big Words Between Us …
Hope You Enjoy This One Kiddo - Smile)