In corners hide some secrets
They're buried deep in walls and cellars
They lie there best forgotten
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you
tactic torrents tuned
punctured pills puked
hoisted horizon hanker
tuning tiers trigger
felon fiends whooshed
wanky wind booed
bounty bills bruised
lofty lists cruised
dark drips drooled
sour syllables glazed
with wet waste
gaunt gores graced
porous pasts pulsed
vying gifts gulped.
'20:03:11:15:06
Note: Dedicated to William Blake.
You are not defined by the ghosts of Christmas past, or by the ghosts of Christmas future, but by the magical reality that we can define our Christmas present. We can learn from our joys and sorrows, our trials and tribulations, to love one another a little more today than we did yesterday. And maybe, all our Christmas futures will be defined better than our Christmas pasts.
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Jump exactly with the frogs
Jam as you like as lizards
Jew the gums as the flying wizards
Jeopardize life has no pasts.
Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you
a bouncing ball against a wall
conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope:
milk bottles clinking in a crate
grate of chalk upon the slate
the tinkle of five-stones on a roll:
warning moan of an air raid
drone of bombers overhead
the whispers of prayers said:
rattle of the tin-can tommy
rasping squeak of a swing
the bus stop bell request ring:
voices chanting time-tables
snap of a teacher cane
the double hoot of the fast steam train:
raucous yell of the paper-seller
the release of the works hooter
exhaust noise from my Lambretta scooter:
peals of a Sunday morn bell
the passing funeral ....tolling,
....a death nell
I am the one of us
As you are the one as i
We write from our hearts
And watch our poetry ply
Our words grow from our thoughts
And grace surfaces we scribe
All words are free to us
For its in our writes transcribed
We write about our pasts
And the times in our lives
Of nature and its wars
Where daily life decides
About the rights and wrongs
Families and our friends
Cooking up such delights
About our past times and our trends
We even write about our lost
And why they are no longer here
If even for their moment
That they graced this beautiful sphere
As you read the writes of i
Whilst i read the writes of you
Our writings in us write
The writes of me and you
Lost Pasts
Nostalgia follows the heart back through time.
Fantasy pasts seem better.
I ask, “Are lost dreams real?”
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 20, 2010
Poetic form: Kimo
My, heart pours out to my Love
A love of today,
Helping to close the books of yesteryear
Bad loves, heart ripping past
Watching my heart break in the worst way
Now a Prince on a White Stallion has come for this broken soul
One clocked year of healing
Growing inside and learning the feelings of hate
To walk away from a past that, is now forgotten
Learning all new and forgetting all the old
Looking into your eyes my Prince
Seeing the Love, togetherness, passion and devotedness
With this new calendar, we start as one
Sharing feelings, ideals and passions
My, thoughts are of you daily
Never a day passes where you are not on my mind
I, glance at your picture wishing you were here
Waiting for the time when you come home
A life once lost, has been found
A love once lost, is found
A woman that has lost her will, has once again found it
A life of degradation is now but a memory
A life of Love and passion is now here upon us
A time to celebrate the today, now and the future
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