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World of Prey

Kingdom of predators held at bay, 
the enchanted land where we live, 
survival of the fittest what they say, 
too many “takers” not willing to give. 

A dangerous place to say the least, 
servants ruled by power and might, 
under a false cloud known as peace, 
proclaimed leaders say what’s right. 

Conflicts of man repeat over time, 
history teaches yet we still forget, 
peace only exist within one’s mind, 
when living our lives without regret. 

Society’s greed, the hardship of war, 
political lies fuel the need for power, 
while the rich and poor all want more, 
our own worst enemy that will devour. 

Each of us are victims, we are the prey, 
servants and rulers, lost in confusion, 
each hoping to gain, to survive the day, 
never realizing peace is just an illusion.

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First Workout of the Year

Summer’s over so here we go again,
from treadmill to the stationary bike,
no exercised since who knows when,
hard to get started but has to be right.

A few stretches to get the kinks out,
to the treadmill increasing the pace,
body hurting wanting to cry or shout,
you rather be sleeping in satin and lace.

Sweat perfusing while lifting weights,
barbell goes down easy but up so hard,
getting back in shape before it’s too late,
yet wishing all exercise would be barred.

Huff and puff sucking to get some air,
reluctantly moving to the stationary bike,
out of shape tight those clothes you wear,
least on bike you get to sit which you like.

Now the rowing machine to make you lean,
performing sit ups and arm curls one by one,
what your doing to your body is ever so mean
finally you give a sigh of relief, for your done.

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A Superior Being

A Superior Being 

Mankind, the superior being roaming the earth, 
for he alone is capable of intellectual thought, 
it is instill in his or her essence from birth, 
for it is but what each one of us are taught. 

If only the reality of substance could be told, 
discerning our crude aggressive way, 
powering and enabling us to be so bold, 
while instilling us conquerors by light of day. 

If you upset or confuse us then you will die, 
for we kill out of bewilderment and greed, 
never understanding or even asking why, 
incapable of grasping the depth of our deeds. 

Subspecies live in harmony and peace, 
surviving in an orderly fashion beyond belief, 
the insects and animals kingdom could teach, 
our anguish and suffering could find relief. 

Superior does not mean intellectually bright, 
defined as controlling and dominance, 
we repeat our mistakes not seeing the light, 
sacrificing all in the name of prominence. 

Samuel E. Stone 

Copyright ©2008 Samuel E. Stone

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Faltering Freedoms

Faltering Freedoms

Today our freedoms fall one by one,
disappearing but not by an act of war,
if we don’t wake up there will be none,
while the politicians knock on the door.

Slowly adding more governmental rules,
with idles promises to delight our minds,
sadly designed to control our very tools,
chronicles continue to repeat over time.

Such mirrored images of a forgotten past,
covers the handwriting there on the wall,
there was a time when freedom could last,
engulfed in indifference may enslave us all.

Harmony’s false images invite silk flowers
destroying the defenses of freedom’s needs.
while individual rights are slowly devoured,
we never listen to sounds of history’s pleads.

Americans used to fight to preserve our way,
with God, freedom, and honor held on high, 
sadly the media and politicians lead us astray,
tyranny transforms boldly and never is shy.


Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences

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Alaska

The captivating northern lights,
translucent shades of aqua blue,
transcending everlasting sights,
possesses a tranquility ever true.

Pure white snow capped peaks,
where bald eagles lightly soar,
creating an aura our spirit seeks,
far from all the inner city roars.

A bear with a cub by her side,
one with nature upon this land,
for in the open one can not hide,
musical splendor without a band.

Moments beneath  the warm sun,
contentment beyond all compare,
the mind and spirit become one,
in an atmosphere so rich and rare.

Beautiful Alaska forever to behold,
lies in the wildness for us to share,
warmly inviting, yet frigid and cold,
beckons the brave of heart who dare.

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Whitecaps Prance

Whitecaps prancing, upon the shore,
sky streaked with a pink reddish hue,
angelic without the essence of time,
foliage covered in a wet morning dew.

Seagulls gliding effortlessly in the sky,
sea lions on the rocks along the shore,
tranquillity in the air ever bold yet shy,
there to enjoy, it knocks upon your door.

Waves crashing, dancing upon the rocks,
wind blowing in the air with a salty mist,
fishing boats tied tightly to the old docks,
moistness upon your lips resembles a kiss.

In the inlet a sleepy village sits upon a hill,
smoke drifting up from stone chimney tiers,
a calm quietness lurks about, forever so still,
while the ocean roars rumble far and near.

The sea has a majestic beauty all it’s own,
nature’s own canvas set to color and tone,
to see it’s beauty, one only has to be shown,
in the sand, by the sea, you are never alone.

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Fluttering Snow Flakes

Snow fluttering to the ground, 
misty flakes, pure and white, 
blanketing everything around, 
creating a cold winter’s sight. 

Flakes falling from the sky, 
a cold breeze whips the air, 
without shelter we will die, 
nestled by a fire, we share. 

Sun glistening upon the ice, 
reflective brilliance so rare, 
captured not thinking twice, 
venturing outside on a dare. 

Angelic setting but not tame, 
illusions blowing in the wind, 
frigid cold, you take the blame, 
knowing where you’ve been. 

Splendor, lost in the icy cold, 
the mystery creates the rapture, 
adventure and intrigue so bold, 
hearts and souls are captured.

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A Morning Lift

Each morning the song birds will sing,
perched on the evergreen trees so high,
little chicks tucked beneath their wing,
with a backdrop of the never ending sky.
 
A gentle breeze can be felt in the Spring air,
the warming Sun dries the dew on the ground,
young birds dive bomb as if they’re on a dare,
while their mothers watch with a sad frown.
 
Simplicity of life in mother nature is found,
in the creatures that roam the forest so deep,
land of enchantment if you just look around,
animals showing joy, sorrow and even weep.
 
The realm of reality beckons nature’s door,
mixing danger, excitement, joys and pain,
the sky is nature’s ceiling, dirt is her floor,
a place called home so constantly sustained.
 
The song birds reminds us of nature’s gift,
morning they sing the sounds of eternal joy,
their chirping give lonely hearts such a lift,
soon it’s muffled by playful girls and boys.

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Moonbeams and Tear Drops

Moon Beams and Tear Drops


Moonbeams to tear drops wandering about,
in a world of adventure, mystery, and tears,
captured by the excitement we often shout,
lost in the abyss of time we face our fears.

Days hold the memories of forgotten time,
caught in the realm of reality and confusion,
what is, what is not, blend within our mind,
rainbow of colors hold fantasies and illusions.

Child like innocence lingers from long ago,
while demons and darkness charm the way,
beneath the Sun a cold chill wind will blow,
tormented by scruples we face each new day.

Motivated by greed, lust and a quest for power,
we search in want just to satisfy our own desire,
too little, too late, we learn actions can devour,
right or wrong, love’s flurry sets hearts on fire.

Peace within comes from one’s state of mind,
utopia exist in the essence of our mortal being,
lost to the touch down through the ages of time,
stop, look, listen, and cherish, for it is fleeing.

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Journey of Night

Trying to sleep with a toss and a turn, 
thoughts racing in such a simple mind, 
of what you know and need to learn, 
so much to do yet there is so little time. 

Each night when I lay down to sleep, 
images dance around inside my head, 
ideas come and go that I can not keep, 
sometimes wonder if I’m alive or dead. 

Night blends the future with the past, 
and for an instant clarity will speak, 
then it becomes clouded never to last, 
dreams bold yet humbling to the meek. 

The essence of time moves ever so slow, 
with the dark journey of any given night, 
lying awake you can hear the wind blow, 
tired and exhausted, images create fright. 

Awake or asleep so often you can not tell, 
sweat pouring from your own body’s heat, 
nights can be trying, your own living hell, 
rising to the morning, so sleepy, still beat.