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Sensitive Community: My True Colors

I once knew a poet named Carlene.
               Whom you would assume was quite serene.
                     But screw-up, you'd better not!
                          Or you'll be in for a shock!
                               For her 'bitch slaps' can be unforeseen.







Written Feb. 24, 2016 for contest
Sponsored by: SKAT A  
An original, poem on the theme of .....Sensitive Community ........

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Friends Are Like Trees

Some are like leaves 
 They support you for a short while 
 They change with the seasons 
 Then with the slightest bit of wind 
 They are carried away 
 Some are like twigs 
 They are an essential part of the tree 
 But they can be broken off with little effort 
 And usually becomes birds’ nests 
 Or children’s play things 
 Some are like branches/limbs 
 They are necessary to maintain your balance 
 Occasionally you can go out on them 
 And at other times they way you down 
 But with strong winds, they are easily moved 
 Then there are those who are like roots 
 They keep you firm and grounded 
 In whatever soil you are planted 
 They are your life’s source 
 They rejuvenate and refresh you 
 Aspire to find and keep your root friends 
 Your life will be so much more fulfilling with them in it.

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Self Inflicted - a Suicide Story

Ability to face his fears, gone!
Bewitched by a demon for so long.
Could not conceive a positive thought.
Doom and dread was all he sought.

Echoing hallucinating voices in his mind.
Friendships meaningful, he could not find.
‘Go ahead, end it now!’…. 
He’d hear them say.
Interdict he should live to see another day.
 
Just then, he concluded what to do.
‘Kill myself undoubtedly, then I’ll stop feeling blue’.
Longing though to change his mind.
Moods flared up, of every kind.
Never had he felt this low.
Only solution is to merely let it go.

Pick a course; blade, gun or poison?
Quickest approach, without a reason!
Reflecting nothing, he simply acted.
Sanguinary wound, self-inflicted!
Thoughts of despair as he laid there bleeding.
Utter commotion, so very misleading.

Veils of black line the chapel floor.
Weeping eyes, dry no more.
Xylophonic gizmos the performers played.
Yawning a soft sweet serenade.
Zany acts could not be predicted, resulting in death, ‘self-inflicted!’

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Good Night God

I thank you for all I have experienced today.
I thank you for guiding me, protecting me, teaching me 
        and keeping me safe from harm this day.
I thank you for every meal I have eaten today.
I thank you for protecting my family today.
I thank you for every kind word spoken to me and about me today.
I thank you for every opportunity I had today to help somebody, 
         to listen to somebody, to remind somebody that each day is a blessing.
I thank you for forgiving me every time I was intolerant or impatient today. 
I thank you for your grace, your compassion, your generous and unconditional love.
I thank you that you make it possible for us to do this again tomorrow.
           Good Night GOD.



(the edited version)

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Rip Uncle - Ode To the Late 'Vasco Lee Diah' 1948-2014

Illness we anticipate, but death we fear.
If dead, we cease to be.....
in total disbelief.
Swallows up life's brief existence.
Like summer gusts, so sudden.....
birth, then doom.  
One's beginning and end alone doth it declare.
But are we whole of being?
If the breath alone be 'life' itself,
If even a soul like Vasco can know death.
Oh man! Thou body wasteless.
With it's strange purposes and dreaded activities...
whilst he gazed on eternity.
Retreating slowly, with meditative pauses, he formed with peaceful hands unconsciously.....
and then, he was gone.

These costless expressions of my shadowy self.
Be sad! Be glad! Be neither!
There is no reason why!

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With Time: An Anaphora

With time we get old.
With time we accomplish our goals.
With time broken hearts are healed.
With time secrets are revealed.
With time night turns into day.
With time memories fade away.

Your destiny.....will always be…….with time.




Jan. 21, 2016
Written for contest: 'Forty', by Silent One.

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Ties That Bind

YOU'VE GOT TO BE MISTAKEN, YOU MUST BE WRONG!!!
I cried so hard, for so long
Only seven, 
I’m too young to be an orphan
I remember it, as if it were like yesterday
When they took me down to the parlor
To identify my parents’ bodies

Here today, gone tomorrow
Less good than bad examples I did follow
No someone in my life to give me unconditional care
Until he came along, such a dear
But like all the others, expectations he had
And as would a horror movie, it all went bad

PUSH!!!
It’s as if I was looking down on my body
Was that my imagination or the nurse screaming at me
More miraculous things have been known to happen
As I slowly drift back to reality
Is that a baby, whose is he?

HAPPY TWENTIETH!!! They shouted
Another birthday another year
Being a single mother has its wear and tear
Days turn into weeks, then into months and years
As I watched my restless juvenile, turn my aspirations into fears

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU ARROGANT FOOL!!!
The cops were here again today, 
I thought you were in school
I’m tired of them always, giving me the third degree 
I’ll rather get rid of you 
Than you causing the death of me.

So with the trials of passing times
Her health begins to fade
But she could not forget about him
Because he was her child 
And he will always be a part of her
Body, soul and mind






                          Entered in the "TORMENTED - Poetry Contest"
                          Sponsored by: Nathan D.

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It Was One of Those Mornings

Late for work again, I am
                                 Caught in a traffic jam
                                        I know I’ll get yelled at again 
                                              The boss is really not my friend.


                                                I do not have to work today
                                          Because it is a holiday
                                    No rush, no fuss, I’ll sleep in late
                              And snuggle-up beside my mate.





March 5, 2016

For contest; "It Was One Of Those Mornings"
Sponsored by Sara Kenrick

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S-A-V-I-O-U-R

S-aviour is what you are to me,
   you rescued me from a life of immorality. 
A-shamed ashamed of how I use to be,
   thank you Lord, you set me free! 
V-ile and Wicked was my name,
   you died on the cross and bore my shame.
I-magine how I would have been,
  if Jesus had not bore my sin.
O-rder would not have been restored,
   because such a price I could not afford.
U-nited with Christ is my desire to stay,
   now, forever and always.
R-edeemer and King my God you are,
   my all in all, my life, my Star!!  
    

January 14, 2016

Inspired by:
Psalm 144 verses 3 & 4.

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Still I Rise

I liked it like that. 
 Going around with my head held down, 
 My eyes to the ground, 
 Hoping nobody sees me. 
 If the spotlight's on me, 
 I tend to get nervous. 
 My body transforms in order to help me focus. 
 Thinking up things to pass the time, 
 Harvesting my visions, 
 Just to ease my mind.
 
 I rise! 
 My aim is to reach the top, 
 The bottom is not someplace I intend to stay a lot.
 I'll run, walk, crawl, slither 
 Because with each agonizing step my life is supposed to get better. 
 These aspirations will manifest in precious time, 
 Cause if they don't, 
 I’m bound to lose my mind!