When I go, I go
with tidings to bear, I go;
For every soul must know
either they be far or near;
That we can rise, we can
only if we care.
On and on I’ll go
to spread love round, I go;
A love that for ever will flow
and like the sun, ‘twill shine;
A love that feeds and gives
not one that raids and pines.
When I go, I go
out to the world, I go;
For out I go to sow
stars to fill up the night;
Even a moon to glow
And cast soft rays of light.
Oh! When I go, I go
With scarce a fear, I go;
Till every soul doth know
how to love, not hate.
We clad ourselves in colors as we march,
saluting independence through a foggy dream;
gazing at the night alight with flashes,
sparkles,
and firefly screams.
Rockets made in China, cascade/
to the backdrop of the Star Spangled Banner;
a flutter to the wind blown flags made in Brazil
and "I Love America Pins" upon our lapel;
(made in Mexico).
We stand on oceanfront (it’s owned by France)
gazing ‘pon the open sea,
the port is owned by Saudis/
but at least we stand here free.
Our hands steadfast upon our chest,
saluting whichever freedoms still remain,
those freedoms, their going fast;
and they’ll disappear one day.
We gaze into the abyss of night,
the twinkling tears that kiss our cheek,
immersing ourselves in awe of moment,
before it fades our dreams to sleep.
We stand enamored with this land,
the love that lurks within our hearts,
we celebrate this love/
...in part;
fore tomorrow, standing is banned.
Can anyone or should they say anything about loves effect.
Only one issue I feel is important, that they are both adults.
Undeniably love knows no bounds, or even any sect.
Granted in the bible, they chose younger women with respect.
Age is just a factor, when it comes to loves depth of realism.
Reason, whether be older men or women, having no schism.
Each day that passes unhappiness rages, in relationships of close age.
Forever love is in the heart and soul; it really has no classic cage.
Forever love is even rarer these days, than ever before.
Every soul has a soul mate, this I do believe with Heavens score.
Craving the closeness and touching of spirits bound, with true tenderness.
Taking to name this the cougar effect, is lending thoughts that are lecherous.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Cougar Effect
i love the look
yes am hook
in my face it showS
i love my
GOLD
Natural love is worth living for
Lets get back to time we were one
I wish to retrace to that pure
Embrace the basics and relearn
Principles we made but forgot
Running in the mad race every time
Lost self and truth in thought
Lets go back to those sublime
Equality of all we do proclaim
Though we ourselves do wrong
Then smartly play blame game
Leaving all which was along
No more of fights among each
Lets embrace love not gains
High time to give up bad deeds
No longer cause harm and pain
No walls of differences ahead
Be it caste, color or the wealth
Wish to be now a bond of thread
As we are pals with humane felt
Push as you pull…
Balanced soul eating not realizing full…
Nutrition begins within the brain of the ship’s hull…
Infinite potential inside the sacred skull…
Prosthetic presidential preaching produces powerfully poisoned paradoxes…
Behold the inner voice, speaking silently…
Wisdom used from its words mutates actions seemingly violent…
Peace and serenity become the eyes personality…
This love force will recreate the entirety of humanity…
Love your family, love your friends and love all of life…
Adios, sayounara; living with fears manifested Strife…
A young man holds a man.
He holds his lover softly,
And he finally understands that he can love someone purely.
He never thought he could.
You painted them perverted and confused their desires,
But as the years grow cold their love grows strong,
And they finally see what they have always dreamed.
A young man lies in bed at night and holds the man he loves tight.
He holds his lover purely.
Their hearts beat chest to chest,
And the warmth of bodies becomes a gift.
You cry for families where children are raised,
But love is the pleasure of the marriage bed.
They hold each other,
And share all they want to be.
They fight together with love.
They are a family!
A young man sits beside a man and wants to hold his lover openly,
But locked, cold minds
Would never take the time
To see behind
Their ancient set of values.
A hateful land
Would not understand,
Would not even try.
That is enough to make a young man cry.
Childhood days knew frivolous fun.
Nights brought fears one by one.
Possessions were many we needed naught.
My heart ached for the love I sought.
Manicured yards brought flowers bloom.
Inside myself was disaster’s loom.
Unique and historic our house served a mission.
Provided warmth; whipped into submission.
Words whirled around like a centrifuge.
God’s loving Son was my soul’s refuge.
Escape came young, but I finished school.
I learned to love and live the golden rule.
© March 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Your love is like cold butter;
I am the knife.
It will not spread
will not move
it’s hopelessly stuck.
Obviously, as a knife,
I have no need of butter.
But look! Just over there!
A hunk of bread!
I’m quite sure that bread
would go really, really well
with some butter.
It looks positively lonely,
just sitting there
on the cutting board.
Can’t you see it?
I’m one for sharing, you see,
especially when it comes
to things of which I have no want.
So please.
For the love of that baguette,
just go make nice.
I’ll even help, smooth things over.
After all, that’s what knives do.
Besides cut.
(But I’d really rather not introduce you
to the sharpness and serration.)
So:
butter, meet bread.
Bread, meet butter.
And maybe we’ll
leave the utensils out of it.
When i say hello,
You have to feel joy
because i love you
and when i become sad,
you have to be like me
because we love each other.
Crowded rooms, though full, know many lonely hearts.
Smiling guests mingle; laughing, dancing, they sing.
Imaginary friends strange solace imparts.
Nonetheless, loneliness grips its painful sting.
All around cupid’s arrows take aim; love starts.
Sadly, upon the friendless there is no ring.
It had happened many times over and again.
Thank God, life and love began as you walked in.
© January 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Expressive outlook brings out emotions quick
Bold duality glimmers and truly shines.
No separations desired between the pick.
Feelings envelope binding them just like vines
Devotion un-swayed by lies or any trick.
Separations each day build up like cheap wines
New love serves the soul, graces the minds visions
Chills, tingles the body, conveys new missions
Not wiser, integrated they explore much.
Tantalized, involved, imagining with time,
Forever the love will grow, along with such,
Fortitude with no need for failure to climb,
Their arms and bodies will always and now clutch.
While the passion with tenderness so sublime,
Builds each passing moment, till hours they submit.
To the pressures, formalities, forth to wit
Who are you?
Let me peer inside...
I'm not afraid to find
I could love you.
You're foreign
like no one I've ever known,
nothing like you grows near my home
so... different.
Yet your hands
are similar to mine,
both gentle and kind
and earthy like sand.
Your eyes,
curious and bold,
the mirror of mine
our reflections, both hold.
What do you adore?
What about do you wonder?
Maybe...you're only foreign
on the outside
maybe your feelings are like mine.
Maybe...I'm as foreign to you
something that puzzles you too.
Maybe...there's something we both know about
and feel strong about
and agree.
Maybe you're like me
and there's no such thing as foreign.
But if there is, I foreign love you.
Well you have picked a subject; I do not like to talk about anytime.
However, here goes what I think about and try to live by, in my days.
I was not liked well and I was shy, a real loner in my prime.
I know I think way to much, all the time, every minute, in many ways.
I am quiet, except when I get to know you, my secrets I never tell.
My feelings I keep to myself, only letting them out in poetry accounts.
My life mostly, made up of work, whether on the job, or home as well.
I am a complicated man; so deep, my split personality mounts.
I feel my heart is pure, though I know I am a sinner, I try my best.
I have had many friends, but never any best friends, that have been forever.
However if you are a close friend to me, I will give you all my total zest.
All my poetic words I recognize, they flow from my muse, who is clever.
I love the simple things in life, and live to love my mate with all my might.
I hate laziness, deceitful people; I believe the New Testament is the only right.
There’s a thing about disaster
Makes us act as we should
All working together
Differences aside
Something about when tragedy strikes
We all pull together
Thousands become one
Funny how hate fades away
And love doesn’t hide
Hands are reached
And arms are held
Pasts are forgotten
Futures are gleaned
Comforts are given
And for such a short time
We go on freely living
Suppose the trick is
When all is repaired
Not forgetting the short time
As one we all cared
Take it back to our daily lives
Carry on with the trust
We all found a must
To make it through
Tragedies and disasters
That came calling on us
Oh if only our day to day
Were looked upon
As tragedy and disaster
So that hand in hand
And back to back
We put differences aside
And love didn’t feel
Like it had to hide
Until tragedies and disaster
Come calling on us
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