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You were a primary school teacher and
I was a high school teacher
Closer and closer
We were stretched in time
Loving each other was our prime target
Then
Love met a mountain
Set in our ways
The past always preys on the outcome
We knew the outcome because
The past was the mountain between us!
Further and further
We were stretched in time
Still hoping we forgot about our prime target
Love met reality
The past is a weak reason to
Let a season of love past but
The grip of the past was too strong!
It was the mountain between us
We walked with our heads held high
The day we said goodbye
We both knew the outcome before we started!
The past was the mountain between us
Even though love can be a fountain of youth
In reality, the past is a tool of destruction in many ways!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Lady Godiva wasn't trying to be cute
When she went for that ride in her birthday suit.
It was her husband's taxes she protested,
All butt naked and bare-breasted,
She only did as he'd suggested, so any argument was moot.
The townsfolk of Coventry were warned not to peek,
And no lecherous looks at the lady to seek.
But one sneak did succumb,
Later called "Peeping Tom",
And was struck blind and dumb 'cause his morals were weak.
When Lady G. returned home, she re-braided her tresses,
Re-robed and prepared for her hubby's redresses.
But he didn't rebuke her for going out starkers
Or for publicly displaying bush, bum, and knockers,
And, though truly chagrined, he rescinded his taxation excesses.
Key for symbols used to mark who is speaking
~Other People~ Me {1} (2) [3]
~Why don’t you get some help?
There are so many options out there, you have no excuse.~
~You’re just lazy. You’re just weak.
You’re pathetic, you’re a freak.~
~Family is all you have when the dust settles. Friends are fair-weather.
Family means unconditional Love. No judgment. Trust.~
(Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I have learned it firsthand.
Don’t try to talk me out of it, you have no leg to stand.)
~Why don’t you go and talk to somebody?
There are people that want to help.~
--Lies, deceit, fake sympathy.
Pretending to care. Fake sympathy at a cost.
What’s an hour going to do?--
{I give them thirty minutes and the next time you see me I’ll be in a little padded room, being hugged real tight by my jacket.}
(What do you know?
What do you care?)
{Why are you yelling at me?
Why are you staring at me?}
(You know what?)
--What?--
[Wake up!]
~Who are you talking to?~
(The only person that can help me is me.)
[The only person that can help us is you?]
**You know what you have to do**
The Curse of the Faceless Woman
Lost in time, this story is told, about a woman, dark and bold.
She walks the streets on a foggy night, with a hood on her head to hide from sight.
Her story starts one summer’s eve, beside the lake an evil deed.
A thief stole her daughter’s life, and filled her soul with pain and strife.
On a moonlit night along the shore, two young lovers walked and more.
In each other’s arms that night, they talked of love and held on tight.
In the morning they were found, their hands and feet with rope were bound.
Eyes wide open a vacant stare, their souls are gone and no one’s there.
The police did search for the one, an evil deed to be undone.
In vain, they search to no avail, their efforts weak, lost, and pale.
A mother’s heart broken and splayed, a debt to justice went unpaid.
She walked the streets at night alone, to make the sinners pay and atone.
She searched the shores by day and night, a vain attempt to make things right.
And then one early morning dawn, she was found her spirit gone.
On foggy night’s times untold, she walks the streets dark and bold.
She only walks the streets at night, within the fog to hide her flight.
All clad in black she walks alone, an evil soul she’ll make atone.
She walks among the star-less night, sometimes seen beneath the bright streetlight.
All children know to be aware, least they see her standing there.
They hurry home at the approach of night, sure that they would die at her sight.
So in the night if you should see, a woman in black, listen to me.
Look not at her face I say, or with your soul you shall pay.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
~ More Than Anything ~
( Cinquain Suite)
You're more
Beautiful than
Any blushing pink sunrise
More than a pretty hot scarlet
Sunset
And I
Love nothing more
Than always been with you
The sound of your voice soothes
My soul
Your love
Makes my heart pound
Wildly and my knees weak
You're more beautiful than any
Love song.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
January.21.2017
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle.
A revolving door always present; New York City....Vicious Cycle.
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence....many problems to assuage.
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished; in other words we've acquiesced.
Hallways, alleys, subway stations/where the weak and troubled roam.
Considered dross by our society, that's why the streets became their home.
Our youth in dire straits, how can they be redeemed?
High school dropouts, teenage suicide, and for meth my brothers fiend.
Homeless people are anathema; we seldom love the poor…
New York City...Vicious Cycle....where daily living is abhorred.
A nimbus cloud, can't see the acme/ Where Then Can Love Be Found?
The cacophony breaks the silence; the voice of weeping does resound.
Welfare parents in a quandary, just barely scraping by.
Elderly people doing no better...though receiving S.S.I.
New York City....Vicious Cycle, spreading like a deadly cancer.
Minority children disenfranchised; drug dealing is their answer.
Boys and girls, young and pretty/ jailbait, nowhere to run.
A perfect target for a pedophile; their tender lives have just begun.
Dark specters in every borough; people lost and living trifle.
Eight million stories, naked truth...New York City...Vicious Cycle.
Jesus loves me
this I know
If you read the Bible
Old testament and new
All the stories point to Jesus
Test it, challenge it
Seek and ye shall find tis true
For the Bible tells me so
I met Jesus as a little girl
Seeing a picture of Jesus
knocking at a door asking to come in
the door to my heart
For me, it is where Jesus and I begin
Little ones to Him belong
My mom faithfully took us to church
I sang in the choir
I thought I was pretty good
As life went on I discovered my heart
was deceitful and I was a liar
We are weak
No not the kind of lies to deceive my brother
It was a lie to myself
I was righteous and better than some others
We are weak
I didn't kill, rarely cussed and did not steal
Trouble came when I knew Jesus
but didn't let Him lead
Stubborn was my will
My way led to misery
Tears and sadness my way made me feel
But He is strong
The day came I did realize
Jesus was always there
Exposing my heart, allowing me to see
My lack of forgiveness, love, and pride
It wasn't a pretty picture
I must confide
Yes Jesus Loves Me
The picture of Jesus is still hanging on my wall
knocking at the door of my heart
asking to come in
The door is opened wide, come in Lord cleanse and stay
You saw all my ugliness and loved me anyway
The Bible Tells Me So
Do not dismiss me without a thought
If you listen carefully I'll share a lot
Although you may witness
a body that's weak
Within this mind
May be the answers you seek
I can still see clearly
although my eyes begin to fade
One day soon
Into the ground I'll be laid
Not very long ago
I was young and strong
Our youth is fleeting
It doesn't last very long
I never expected to live so many years
I have known my happy
I have shed my share of tears
Wisdom chose to come
unfortunately late
Those things I thought important
In the end we're not great
I've wasted much of my time
on the trivial things
Sought out pleasure
instead of spreading my wings
There were a few hearts
I broke along the way
That is my saddest regret of yesterday
Most importantly
this heart has known love
It's the one true gift
from up above
For Love set my feet firmly on a narrow path
Me who is flawed
Has escaped God's wrath
For in the end
I'm gifted eternity
Life is much bigger then I imagined it could be
Thankfully my journey has brought me here
I am a reflective surface
I can be your mirror
For your life is just starting
Don't waste a single day
True answers are revealed
when you learn to pray
Love others completely
Forget "Number One"
Seek out your purpose
it will lead you to be the Son
Too many are living
with the goal of self to please
The world is plagued by this horrible disease
Choose a purposed life
not the one of ease
Reach towards heaven
before life vanishes like a breeze!
For Silent One's last poem contest.
By:Richard Lamoureux
Written on August 27th 2015.
How could I sense when people are in need of hugs?
I always had that loving heart
Now what happened to it?
I'm in big trouble...ragged with loathe
My hugs don't hold the same feelings
It chokes the living from their shelter
It makes them weak...I slowly swelter
If I offered you a hug,
Will you accept it
Or leave me hanging there?
How could I sense when people are in need of hugs?
I always have had that loving heart
Now what happened to the love that shields us all?
How did this horrid situation tear us all apart?
My hugs hold no importance...lacking desire
It only feeds the fire
Not the helpless in heart
It clusters annoyance in the soul
If I offered you a hug,
Will you accept it?
or leave me hanging there?
Now I'm lustered in wrath...
I fear that dad will lose you
Just over a single hug given by him...
Your affectionate embraces feel so grim
Restrain from losing yourself
Accept his hugs that hold such guiltless charity
Free from faithless arguments...don't hold on to worthless words
If he offered you a hug,
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there in the freezing cold?
His hugs aren't sold
Like a piece of perishable gold
To an ignorant form just like you
It holds freedom...it's all true
If he offered you a hug,
Accept them and appreciate his offer
Because he doesn't dwell on the negativity
Feel free to say your last goodbyes
But, remember us as our family departs...and dies
If He offered you a hug,
Will you accept it
Or leave Him hanging there in the freezing cold
Without His healing arms
Cradling you and your family throughout the furious night?
If he offered you a hug,
Will you accept it
Or leave him hanging there?
It wouldn't be a dissappointment
If you would willingly
Accept his hugs
We would be drowning with excitement
If you would certainly
Accept OUR hugs
The shining stars,the lighted moon
The bright sky,the far space.
The pure air,the flowing water
The vast land is our place.
We are born equal,we have equal rights
There shall be no discrimination,
No quarrels,no fights.
Freedom of religion, equality and justice
There shall be no oppression,
But happiness, prosperity and peace.
Today,the world is in chaos
Everywhere we see strife and wars.
The humans seek blessings and peace
In one's own land and overseas.
For centuries, humans are striving for equality and rights
In search of peace,they are facing strife.
Now it's time,it's too much
We need to stand,we need to march
To end the struggle, as such.
We need to serve and save humanity
All we need is,compassion and empathy.
There shall be no race,religion and caste
Not today,not tomorrow,
Our heart and soul need glory and peace,at last.
Let us promise to bring smiles on the faces of the downtrodden
Those,for centuries, weak and heartbroken.
Oh Lord! bestow peace and blessings upon us,
Let there be no more sufferings,struggles and fuss.
He who serves humanity with love and by heart
Is sure to fly free in the sky,soar higher and dart.
Oh Lord! give us the strength and courage,
To fight together, stand strong.
Guide us on the path of success, not rage,
Save us from doing wrong.
For ages,humans are struggling for peace,progress and favor
Not for today,not for tomorrow
But for days to come,always and forever.
The voice of humanity, shall be above all
To stand up with dignity,
Let us make promise, never to fall.
In the pursuit of happiness,
Let us all come together
Ask the Almighty
For peace,blessings and forgiveness.