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Long poem by Walter T. Ashe | Details

The Someones---Angels On This Earth

                                "The Someones....Angels On This Earth"

    I once saw a man offer to take a homeless man into a restaurant and get him something to eat other than "discarded" food!   (That day he ate quite well!)
    I once saw someone offer to pay for a woman's groceries because she was very short of money!    (She cried the real tears of JOY!)
    I once saw someone give a man some shoes and socks to cover his bare feet in the winter!   (A warm heart gesture to warm someone's feet!)
    I once saw someone give a woman a coat so she would stop digging in the dumpster trying to put papers on herself to stay warm!    (Another warm heart gesture!)

                      { The Someones.....Those Are Angels On This Earth!}

    I once saw someone come to the aid of a woman being mistreated by her boyfriend!    (The boyfriend...an "unk" with a "p"!)
    I once saw someone stop to help a man who was pushing his own car trying to get it out of traffic!   (He was really relieved)
    I once saw someone help an elderly woman with a walker get across the street after the light had changed!   (She afterwards held his hand in both of her hands!)
    I once saw someone run to direct the traffic after an accident!    (He was pretty good at it!)

                      {The Someones.....Those Are Angels On This Earth!}

    I once saw someone save and give a child "CPR" who was underwater too long in a pool!   (The child survived!)
    I once saw someone stand up to a bully who was "much" larger than his intended victim!   ( The bully backed down quickly!)
    I once saw someone giving solace to a woman who had just lost her husband by just sitting quietly with her!    (The quietness spoke in thunderous volume!)
    I once saw someone give a vet who was in a wheelchair a "high five" and make his day!   (He didn't know him!)

                       {The Someones.....Those Are Angels On This Earth!}

    I once saw someone tell a child that they could be anything they wanted to be if they just believed in themselves!    (There should be more of that!)
    I once saw someone catch a purse snatcher, "throttle" him, and return the purse to the woman it was taken from!    (Justice on the spot!)
    I once saw someone carry two children out of a house on fire to safety!   (I know this....I was one of them!)
    I once saw someone tell someone that they were loved!....And they smiled!

                      {The Someones.....Those Are Angels On This Earth!}

                                                 WTA-IV   3/15/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Shroyon Dasgupta | Details

How to Read your Pal's mind

Getting confused between the two
Wondering what they think about you
Who thinks you are trustworthy friend 
And who thinks that you will bring his friendship to an end  
Although you can’t say what they are thinking by how they pretend
But it can help you to some extent
Like Old Phil, he’s looking at the clock
Maybe he is waiting for his daughter to take a walk
And his daughter is looking at her father
Wondering how to get rid of this walking disaster
Now comes stage two, the tricky part
How to be sure that you predictions are right, you thought
Just see their body language and the way the speak
If it is a smile or a squeal or a squeak
Smile means best friends
Squeal means they’re tensed
Squeak means of you they are afraid
My technique works like I said
The third and the final part is the trickiest of all
Do it right, or fail and fall
You have to know how to react
Otherwise they will win in their act
If in an angry or spoilt mood
You should run and hit the road
Staying near that person may be hazardous to health
And as you know “Health is wealth”
If sad or disheartened, wish him well
Let him not experience Earthly hell
Make his mood better, worse do not
Then he will be angry, and you will have thought
If only you had listened to me
You wouldn’t suffer this pain and agony
If someone’s afraid just reassure him
That you are a human, not a Kraken
Go near him and talk with him you may
But never a loud or unpleasant word you shall say
The fear is coming down, it’s still not gone
Just one pint of pressure can make it go all wrong
If someone needs your help but he cannot speak it out
Go to him and tell him to blabber it very loud
Then tell him what you can try to do
If you cannot, just make up a point or two
He’s your friend, your help he needs
By helping him, your friendship will germinate, just like a seed
Though difficult at first trust slowly builds
Even deeper than the oceans, or higher than the hills
If someone wants to no longer be your friend
You should bring the friendship to an end
Pleading just heats up the argument
Just keep touch with him to an extent
And when opportunities rise and they will
Your enmity, you can kill
By impressing him to the full extent
And making sure that his heart is content
You can bring your friendship back
Then ask what quality’s you lack
Then just work to make the bad things better
They will come in handy later
So now I told you what to and what not to do
Reading minds is what I taught you!

Copyright © Shroyon Dasgupta | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Viraj Shah | Details

The Walking Stick

"Louis!",she calls out.
Yes,ironically I am the namesake.
A signboard-Please don't hurt me.I'm blind.

"Are you lost in thought again?
You and your stupid world!"
My stupid world.
I see her bite her tongue in my mind.
A smile on my lips.

"I am so happy today!
Won't you ask why?"
"Need I?"
Such conversations are a mark of years of friendship.
Unbreakable.Apparently so.

"I am in love!
Oh how beautiful the world looks
The hues, colours.They have deepened.
I wish I could lend you my eyes,
Just so you could see this for me
I wish I could explain everything."

I attempt to seem excited.
But it hurts.
Is the pain 'cause she talks about colours, in mockery of my blindness?
Or is it 'cause she will be gone?
Anyway, pain doesn't come with a tag does it?
I wish it did.

I guess love is blind 'cause even she couldn't see-Reality.
No!It can't be as horrible as cecity.
I guess the lover is blind.
Do I?No,can't be,she's only.
I perceive it is how you long for something,
When you see it being taken away.
I should tell her what she means to me.
I never have.No I shouldn't.
I hate this darkness.I hate this world.

Is it monotony or monochrome?
That which incurs upon the world,
A blind man's curse; my curse.
Monotony I infer,
Cause I never have seen other colours.
Or is it because I never have seen other colours.
That I am anguished in my void.
That, has to be it.
Cause sameness,it’s part of my life.
A measured comfort.Measured in my steps,in my touch.
Change;I hate.

I should go for my evening walk,get some stale fresh air,like every day.
My stick isn't where it’s supposed to be.
Did I smell her perfume today or was it his?
Where is my cane?
How long has she kept this from me?
Ah!There it is.
No,this can't be.A crack!
Couldn't she have told me before? Maybe I never took her hints.
But I loved this stick. She gifted it to me.It was perfect.
I know every curve on it,Every dent.It fits in my hand perfectly.
I guess I should move on,she is happy.
I can't do with this stick.
No I can't do without it.
Can't someone fix it?
Damn You God.Damn you life.
I guess even atheists look towards Almighty
When they really are desperate.
Am I dreaming?
Is it a nightmare?
After all it is hard to tell when it's dark all the time.
Who kept that there?
Her bag.She must have left it when she came.
She forgets it so often.
A smile on my lips.
            -©Viraj Shah,Po3ngineer

Copyright © Viraj Shah | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Anthony Thomas | Details

These Are The Portals Of Evil -- Part 1 of 2

The body is the portal to which Evil uses to enter the Universe, our World, and our Lives. Evil could not exist without these three portals:

1. Speech
If all Man, Woman and Child said nothing harmful or misleading, conflict and war would not exist. There would still be differences but they would be resolved in favor for all Man, Woman and Child with words of wisdom and concern.
(Our emotions and feelings at the time make up the words that come out of our mouth. Knowing this you should know that while speaking in a destructive mind state you are about to say something harmful and destructive, and it would be wise at this moment to hold your tongue (harsh and demeaning words you can’t take back, should never be heard…be it directly to or spread by rumor). And no Man, Woman or Child should have the need to mislead or lie to another. To end lying we must look at what we lie for, into what we try to accomplish by lying? We lie to make ourselves look honest, we lie to make ourselves look responsible, we lie to gain acceptance, we lie to make ourselves look faithful, we lie to make ourselves look trust worthy, dependable, concerned and kind, we lie to eat well, we lie to live comfortable. We must acknowledge then teach our children and show our families and friends that people who live truly Godly don’t lie to have or be these things; they just do and are.)

2. Body Action
If a hand is not raised, a person is not struck.
If a sword is not waved, a person is not cut.
If a trigger is not pulled, a bullet can’t fly.
If a fire is not set, a home is not burned.
If a button is not pushed, a missile is not launched.
(Our emotions and feelings at the time; sometimes trigger body reflexes that harms another person be it intent or involuntary, it is uncalled for, unacceptable and avoidable. No one is struck for no reason and out of nowhere; there is always either a difference of emotions, a difference of understanding, a difference in belief, a difference in culture, be it whatever the difference; lack of Love, Concern, Respect or Self-Control, there is no excuse to harm someone else. That is not the way of our Great Creator, God gave us this World to Love one another, to Create and Sing for one another, to Entertain and Invent for one another and to Share Joy with one another. We are here to live for one another, but we live for self. We want to control everything, but we can......... message continued in (These Are The Portals Of Evil -- Part 2 of 2)

Copyright © Anthony Thomas | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Kalina Monzon | Details

kitten and blue butterflies

My life as a Kitten

I perk up an ear as always when I hear the car start
I run and hop as fast as I can, looking like a hare
Not able to contain myself, I rush outside the pet door into the field like a dart
Never forgetting one second, in the beautiful field, to enjoy the fresh air

I run and hop as fast as I can, looking like a hare
But today I stop midway, ‘what is that I spy?’ 
Never forgetting one second, in the beautiful field, to enjoy the fresh air
Far in the distance I see things fly

But today I stop midway, ‘what is that I spy?’
As I crawl closer I purr and they slowly land on my soft golden fur
Far in the distance I see things fly
I look out into the field and my grayish bluish eyes begin to blur
As I crawl closer I purr and they slowly land on my soft golden fur
I recall the day I opened my eyes for the first  time and I swore
I look out into the field and my grayish bluish eyes begin to blur
Mom always thought I was so brave especially being the youngest of the litter

I recall the day I opened my eyes for the first time and I swore 
I couldn’t believe all the beauty and fun I have been missing
Mom always thought I was so brave especially being the youngest of the litter
I always find myself reminiscing

I couldn’t believe all the beauty and fun I have been missing
Ever since then my blue butterfly friends and I would be so hardcore
I always find myself reminiscing
Sometimes I even would try to roar

Ever since then my blue butterfly friends and I would be so hardcore
That’s why my adopted family named me Courage
Sometimes I even would try to roar
My blue friends think it so funny since all I can, is meow and continue to encourage

That’s why my adopted family named me Courage
Then it starts raining, I hate getting wet, so my friends guide me back home through the pour
My blue friends think it so funny since all I can, is meow and continue to encourage                                               Before letting them go, playfully  with my front paws I try and catch at least four

Then it starts raining, I hate getting wet, so my friends guide me back home through the pour 
Not able to contain myself, I rush outside the pet door into the field like a dart
Before letting them go, playfully  with my front paws I try and catch at least four
I perk up an ear as always when I hear the car start

Copyright © Kalina Monzon | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Winddin Blue | Details

I Paint, and I Draw

When I was five,
Mama said I should try drawing.
Draw shapes and figures,
Train my motor functions,
"It's all good for you growing up," she said.
And so I did. 
I bought a set of crayons from the store beside my house, and started with the clouds,
Light blue dotted with streaks of orange.
And then came the sun,
A circle of red that blinded even me.
The last was the deep green background,
A hill of green,
Waiting to be crafted, to be designed,
Waiting to be erased.

When I was ten,
Mama said I could go join the art club.
"If you like it, then try it.
Join something that you like.
You're spending your own time after all." She said.
And so I went.
This time, I didn't just start with the sky.
With the deep stains of graphite, I drew out the outline of the world beneath me - the sky, the sun, the grass, and even the tiny wild flowers that bloomed eternally.
This time, the sky was painted a dark blue, no longer filled with streaks of orange, instead splashes of white clouds floating past our heads.
The grass was still the same ugly green, and as for the flowers -
Well for the flowers, I couldn't draw them. Time was up, and the lesson had ended.
And so they stayed there, torn between fiction and reality, unable to move and unable to stay.
Seven years later, the same drawing lies on the bookshelf in my room, still untouched,
Still unfinished.

When I was seventeen, 
I thought I could try something new.
Something unique, something that others have perhaps never done before.
Maybe paint the world on a new canvas,
No longer just restricting myself to paper,
To ink,
To paint,
And to graphite. 
I started with the flowers this time,
Finally daring to paint them red as they bloomed in front of me,
No longer an ugly skeleton that carried no weight.
I continued with the sky,
Splashes of blue and white and orange,
And failing, 
To wash away the sins of the world,
And the marks of eternity.
I wanted to add in the dark green of grass,
Using them to mask away the fading redness of these flowers.
But I couldn't, 
At least not anymore.

And when mama came to knock on the bathroom door,
Asking me to hurry up and finish taking my "goddamn slow" shower,
I smiled,
And faded into the masterpiece that I had created.

Copyright © Winddin Blue | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Paul Machintosh | Details

Making Love to a NOTION

Finger tips trace these scars like rivers of pregnant silence, 
Your hands are like the touxh of midas,
Each stroke makes me feel good,
Lips touching flesh, its an erotic shade of a thousand colored rainbows,
Painting my mind with such vivid colors,

Like flavoured water, i just cant get enough of you
Tongue wars of ecstacy, passionate phenomenal emotion, course through my veins,
Soft sighs of whispered cooing, awakens my senses,
The ajar door opening an endless string of  satisfaction,

Enthralled by your hypnotic eyes, warm and brimming with devotion,
I find myself caving in to your dimpled smiles,
Our bodies are like  temples of gold, 
Glistening mountains of strength, each peak,
Oozing scintallating iotas of lust,

The worlds just been turned up a hundred and ten degrees, 
my souls pounding against my chest,
My hearts threatining to give in ,
But everytime the edge gets closer, you right there to pull me back.

Bliss, a paradise I don't wanna leave.
Heaven, a place of perfect happiness.
Forever, stuck in your embrace.
Moment, time just stands still
Lightening ,flaring sparks of passion
Perfect, just you and me.
Us, a strong love favoured by the Gods.
Happy ending, ride off into the sunset never looking back

A fantasy of unprecedented emotion, endless devotion and relentless love.

But like a man caught in the downpouring rain, soaked through, 
That is how my heart and creativity is brimming with devotion. 
Every single word and letter, is filled with meaning and passion.
I need you, for without you Im nothing, 
Just an empty page filled with empty spaces

A love letter to a person, I hold so dear to my heart. Doesnt know it yet but Im insanely inlove with this individual.

Never can stop thinking about this individual.

Its all a matter of time before everythin makes sense, my emotions are just too.strong to convey via word of mouth, so I write poetry to make you notice. 

But you so stuck in your own world that you dont even see me. 

Copyright © Paul Machintosh | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Rhoda Monihan | Details

My English Tutor

At school I excelled at maths, 
And English I found very hard;
Essays and interpretations floored me, 
Although at poetry I was a bard. 

But I managed a B in my O Grade, 
Under the old teacher who was past it, 
But was relieved when she fled and left, 
Overjoyed when a young graduate started. 

Throughout the school holidays with vocality, 
I swore I’d been fine with the new teacher, 
But my parents insisted that I have a tutor, 
For Higher English, for university to enter. 

I was very angry ‘cos I knew I’d get in, 
With my other grades, two A’s and maybe a B, 
So if I even got a C for 5th year English, 
That wasn’t gonna upset or bother me. 

But they just didn’t understand socialism, 
That state schools were just as good, 
And continued to deride my special school, 
Which had school care very much under the hood. 

So John from Edinburgh Academy came along, 
Every Thursday to tutor me at Higher English, 
But my biggest issue was that he attended, 
My parents church and possessed an evangelical blush. 

I really wanted to discuss the romantic poets, 
The course novel and my essay interests and topics, 
With a normal person who was not north on society, 
Who would nurture me without any Christianity antics. 

He had an axe to my neck about John Keats, 
About Keats’ Ruth and how the man believed in god, 
But I said No, no, no, he’s an atheist, a romantic,
About nature which was then far too divinely awed.

I didn’t even ever write the essays I wanted, 
In fear that John would make my life harder, 
And I always thought before I spoke to him, 
Which is not the best for an English tutor. 

But he is a very interesting, loving man, 
And I did ask if I could use his last name, 
To refer to him, to suggest a distance, 
Between his views and mine, not the same. 

He wouldn’t let me, but I got a B in the end, 
And enjoyed anyway his lessons on literature, 
How to express yourself and answer the question, 
And knew to buffet his regressive caricature. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Walter T. Ashe | Details

Swallow A Smile

                   "Swallow A Smile"

                 When it first started 
       which would be impossible to trace,
      we've accepted the fact that a smile 
              is only worn for the face!

         Realizing what elicits this gesture 
        is when we are thoroughly pleased
           as the corners of our mouths 
          tend to rise with relative ease!

            What if we took that feeling 
         and to make it more worthwhile,
              what if we did something 
                    so simple as this....
                   "Swallow A Smile!"

                       That's right!....
                   "Swallow A Smile!" 
             Send that feeling way down
                        to our feet!
                   Who wouldn't want 
                   to feel that feeling!
           "Man!, that's got to feel sweet!" 

                   What's the worst 
            that could possibly happen?
                     A case of the 
                    as it goes down!
                    The very idea to 
                   "Swallow A Smile"
            sure beats wearing a frown!

          Unfortunately the world today 
          is in such a turmoil filled state!
                Whatever could help 
                   to provide relief,
         "Wow! Wouldn't that be great!"

                There is something 
              that pleases everyone
          and causes within great joy,
               like watching a child 
               light up like the sun
         when they receive a new toy!

                 So the next time 
            something good happens
               and you want to feel
          "like your rolling in the aisle!"
               With nothing to lose,
              go ahead, try it once!
                 Enjoy the feeling....
                "Swallow A Smile!"

               WTA-IV  3/22/2016

Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Chris Boskovski | Details


Inspired and dedicated to the famous, to the Royal families, to the actors and actresses, and pop stars, who live lives of Uncharishable Fame.

"Fame is a struggle and the lives that surround it are not happy." - Christopher Boskovski

Fame, have you ever walked down the streets of stars?
Have you stood on a stage with a beam of spotlight on you
at center stage, delivering a sweet monolouge of peace and love?

Fame, do you know how it feels to be followed along city streets,
and bustling cafes by flashing lights, and Poperazzi?
You strike a pose, you sign an autograph, and you are late for a dinner reservation.
You grow dark, and hungry and you seem not so happy,
but yet you smile?

Fame, do you like to be famous?
Is it a fun life to live?
Somedays living in Mansions and others out of the suitcase.
Somedays eating lobster by the bay, and others, cold pizza on Saturday.

Are you misreable, not knowing the womanthat you love, loves you back, or loves your
wallet that is so fat?
Books upon books of love poems staked towers of romance that scrambles your brain,
and leaves you with tears of sorrow in your eyes.

Fame, enough of the fake smiles
and red carpet wardrobes and be true to yourself.
Stop and smell the morning roses that bloom,
walk through the parks with smiling faces on every corner,
before all that beauty goes away.
Fame you don't see color, you see black and white.
Contracts, nothing about love, only about wages.
Live life, before everything around you dies.

Be happy and true.
I ask you fame,
come away from your money and expensive cars and cell phones
and live life, instead of living a fabricated one.

Read a book of poetry,
that shows true beauty.
Stop making yourself happy, reading tabloid viewings,
in morning newspapers of yourself.
Look in the mirror and smile.

Fame, I tell you now, you are not happy.
Come with me
take my hand, and sail with me.
For Fame, I shall show you a golden dream in reality.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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