Hello, everyone!
Promising Poets Parking Lot is excited to publish the second poetry journal of the week-July 22-July28, in celebrating the magical finish of Thursday Poets Rally week 25, with more than 78 (three do not want her work to be represented here) poets participating and enjoying poetry writing and reading
As promised, upon meeting requirements of Rally week 25 and signing up for agreement,
Now again, 75 beautiful poems are presented here…hope that you enjoy reading them. Feel free to invite your poetry friends to come to read and enjoy the fun…
Please be aware that ORDER does not matter here, the order of the list does NOT say anything about the quality of the poetry. All our poets are brilliant artists who have been excellent writers and poetry promotion leaders…
Let me know if I overlooked your work or you have found errors in the work being represented here.
Thursday Poets Rally Week 26 will take place during the week
August 12-18 , 2010,
A post about the detailed information of the Rally will be up on August 11, 2010 at
http://www.jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com…
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Poet: Tim
Link: http://timkeeton.wordpress.com/2010/07/02/perfect-poet-award-acceptance-and-thank-you/
Title of the Poem: A Poetical Whimsy
In poetry, doth elegance,
and stately language enamor,
the hearts and souls of all who pine,
for want of faerie glamour.
A glistening and dewy gaze,
amongst the bracken hidden,
awakening a feral cry,
a lust which comes unbidden.
But ‘ware, all ye who think these dreams,
when s’truth, all is not quite as it seems,
or else ye find yourself alone,
before the dark one on his throne.
So heed ye well, these words I say,
an you may be blessed to see the day,
a time when love is light again,
and peace and joy is all ye ken.
A time when words are used for love,
and hearts and minds rise up above.
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Poet: Mory Keita
Link: http://teslawall.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-seen-all-and-none.html
Title of the Poem: I have seen all and none
A singing bird perched on a tree,
A furious beast hurling its fury,
A burning arrow striking a corpse,
I have seen all and none.
I sit emotionless, faceless like a puppet,
Observing the moving hand of the clock,
“Damn it, too slow” my patience boils,
My thought wanders aimlessly in the seven heavens.
I cry of ecstasy, dance and jump of pain.
I chuckle and sing of rage to this unruly slow clock.
I roar my fury like a robust lion as I see slaughters;
Each tick-tock brings back memories.
These barren memories flux through my intoxicated mind;
My speech is flame, my sight is horror.
Blind, heartless savage, why dost thou speak to me?
I am the death, you fear, waiting at the corner,
I am a viper, calm as aggressive,
I am a bloodsucking mosquito,
–Sucking the last drops of your miserable existence.
Patience, love, misery, fertility and life,
I have seen all and none.
I have seen wars in Iraq, Afghanistan and Somalia.
I have seen a people ravaged by war and famine.
I have experienced cruelty from Nazis, Slurs from ignorant folks.
I have seen terrorists plotting against peace.
I have seen all and none.
Why dost thou hate me?
I am Jew, Muslim, Christian and Buddhist.
I am Marxist, capitalist and communist.
I am black, white, Asian and Native American.
There is no mirror in my heart,
My vision is colorless, thus I do not discriminate.
Why dost thou wish to divide?
I have seen all and none.
I have seen patriots dying to preserve freedom and liberty,
I have seen selfless teachers willing to help at any moment.
I have seen mothers consoling their children, prophets of peace and love.
I have seen tenders eyes second to none.
Hatred, greed and stereotypes, do not approach my heart;
Do not corrupt my sight.
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Poet: Ibok
Link: http://lordemmanuel.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/me-and-ignorance/
Title of the Poem: Me and Ignorance
Me and Ignorance had a chat
and I asked why it chose to be stupid
It looked at me
smiled and asked in return
“What do you gain being smart?”
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Poet: Poetry Matters
Link: http://beginningpoetry.wordpress.com/2010/07/20/a-catholic-childhood/
Title of the Poem: Memories of A Catholic Childhood
I remember the cinnamon smell of incense rising thick from the heavy turbine slow pendulum and the thurifer head bowed circling the altar dark flickering candles casting shadows on rough stone walls and dust drifting through columns of blue and amber light streaming through pastel stained glass windows coloring Mary’s gentle gaze spilling across the gray granite altar and silence filling the immense vaulted arches and the soft murmur of prayers while Nuns in dark habits finger rosary beads moving their pale lips the taste of the air like paper melting on my tongue and Christ hangs impaled on the cross head bowed offering God’s peace to the world
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Poet: Dancing Freak
Link: http://harshikaram.wordpress.com/2010/07/17/bon-voyage-my-friends-thursday-poets-rally-week-25/
Title of the Poem: Bon Voyage, My Friend
The last two years of school was great,
With little fights and some treats to take.
Endless gossips and mall hangouts,
Hours over the phone, maybe through the night out
Introducing new friends and getting introduced
A million misunderstands and finally a truce.
Sharing secrets and lending your shoulder,
Your physically presence always makes me bolder.
When i look at you i never have to think,
I just pour my heart out to you in a blink.
When i see you i feel immense joy,
But when u leave i try not to cry.
But i know our friendship will always last.
Though miles apart nothing matters,
I’ll always remember the tight, warm hugs and kisses especially the latter.
But i know this is not the end.
Your college will be a whole new world,
And now this is my final word….
I LOVE YOU MY BESTEST FRIEND,
I know you’ll be mine till the end.
I know I’m in your heart as you are in mine,
So bon voyage my friend,
Nothing can change things between us….
Not even your new friends nor time!
Poet: Dead butterfly Betrayal
Link:http://riikainfinityy.com/2010/07/22/my%C2%A0sanctuary/
Title of the Poem:
In sadness or happiness,
I will always return to this place
it is a world that exists just for me,
a world that nobody can enter.
I walk into the church.
it is peaceful and calm.
not like any other places,
butterflies surrounded me,
as I sing a soothing lullaby.
My past and present
begin to unfold themselves
in front of me
yet my future is unsure,
I have no idea what is ahead of me any more.
A great person in my own sanctuary,
yet I am nobody in reality,
I wish I can stay here forever,
so that reality can disappear.
The butterflies whispered to me
that I am welcome back
anytime if I need to be alone,
I feel that this is the only place
that I truly belong.
My sanctuary,
the one I created
which only exist for me.
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Poet: Soul Intention
Link: http://signedbkm.blogspot.com/2010/07/angel-on-my-wall.html
Title of the Poem: The Angel on My Wall
The angel on my wall is a lot younger than me
Her wings are a lot larger than mine
She never ages and wears no clothing, revealing nothing; innocent
Beauty
She knows everything about me (everything) though
She keeps it to herself (I really like that about her); really
I do
The angel on my wall greets me every morning when I wake
Watches over me in sleep
Over the years I have changed (not certain if I like it); think
She has not, why does she not change?
The angel on my wall
I would redecorate; except
She knows too much
That angel on my wall
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Poet: Jessicas Japes
Link: http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/dark-cradle-3/
Title of the Poem: Dark Cradle
Somber lullabies enwrap the latticed air,
Long laced fingers rock and hold,
Purple painted lips like ice kiss and recite,
Pleading cries matriarch-ally soothed by hushing cold breath.
Mascara dripping eyes bleed love,
Tears drip, drip, as time’s unending pendulum,
Dust grimed drapes float ruffled,
Mobiles of ne’er seen imps twirl and dance,
The shadowed room creaks with history unwritten.
The black frocked baby gurgles,
And candlelight flickers with fear.
“Come now, little one, fear not the light.”
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Poet: MO! Unique Thoughts
Link: http://reedssss.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/333/
Title of the Poem: I’m Still There
“Why it happens that when we didn’t expect from some friends they do such act that shocked us and
we are unable to express our feelings”
Yesterday the same thing happened with me. when I called my friend shagufta and she started the chit chat saying me Thank You. She thanked me for everything I did for her. I dun deserve it but still I am happy that she honored me. There are few people in this world which gave us the credit of our kindness but their are some who did not realized what we did did 4 them
I m very lucky to have a friend like her and thank u so much 4 honoring me and giving me importance and respect and from now on words there will be no thank u and no sorry please there is a little poem for u and for my other friend i hope u like it
I AM STILL THERE!!!!!!!!!
There’s no need to worry, no need to cry,
I am still there, so don’t think, I say “Good Bye”
Look for me in the sky,
Look for me in the sun, the moon and the stars,
I’ll be there in your loneliest hours.
There’s no need for u to be so sad and lonv,
For my love 4 u will never go,
For I’m still there…..
Looking at u with my sweetest stare,
We Will be together someday….
Where we’ll renew all the love and care,
Haven’t be forgotten,
For I’m still there….
Look deep in your heart and you’ll find me there,
For that’s where I promised to live and please keep me there .
I know you’ll never forget me nor will I,
Together we will be in heaven somebody……… Chasing butterflies
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Poet: fiveloaf
Link: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/no-longer-great/
Title of the Poem:No Longer Great
we can no longer be great
if we choose to distance
we cannot yield strength
lest we could both moat
and soak clean the distress
and till we cuddle back
in pamper smiley unity
we can no longer be great..
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Poet: Hoiden
Link: http://hoiden.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/the-simple-things/
Title of the Poem: The Simple Things
Its not the bigger things that count
You might buy me expensive jewelry
But I would rather
Share a moment with you
Watching the setting sun
It’s the simple things about you
That I count as treasures
A smile as I wake you up
Yawning and stretching
The kisses at odd times
The way you brush away my tears
Your voice with a hint of a laugh
As you see me pout
The mischievous winks and smiles
When nobody’s watching
The way you creep up
and hug me as I cook
The silly little arguments
The silence as we walk by the beach
Just the two of us
In our very own world
Together today and for eternity
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Poet: Amanda
Link: http://buttercup600.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/wings-of-a-dove-thursday-poets-rally-week-25/
Title of the Poem: Wings of A Dove
I whispered your name
Calling out of deep sleep
Hovering on the border
of fully awakeness
I stirred, then became still
I whispered once more
My voice as light as leaves
Disturbed by a gentle breeze
I slowly open my eyes
A little shadow that cries
Calling out in the night
Totally out of my sight
Kissed only by sunlight
Where did you go my love
On the wings of a lonely dove
Will I ever feel your love
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Poet: Pete Marshall
Link: http://petemarshall.blogspot.com/2010/07/alone-in-her-dreams-poem-of-love.html
Title of the Poem: Alone in Her Dreams: A Poem of Love Unknown
Silently she sleeps alone in her dreams
Is it here I exist or am I a myth
Illusions are real as I lay by her side
Yet tonight I felt lost the fires have died
The room where we loved no longer feels warm
Our once flowering bed now ravaged by thorns
My head lays in nettles my limbs upon weeds
And still she sleeps alone in her dreams.
I watch her breathe she murmurs she moans
There are two in this bed but one is alone
Her mind is her secret kept hidden from me
Her words are like legends in stories she weaves
But words are not spoken when love is not real
Truths are kept secret and never revealed
A tear gently forms to run down my cheek
And still she sleeps alone in her dreams
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Poet: Gally
Link: http://lestismitethee.wordpress.com/2010/07/20/kunst-grey-and-blood/
Title of the Poem: Grey and Blood
Grey eyes turn up
in the darkest hours of
EVIL NIGHTMARES
waiting for the Guardian
to shine a light on
the doomed
Enslaved in Heaven
Damned IN Hell
[GOD] IN Limbo made the world
in his sadistic side
a Perfect World so mad with
Impulse Rage GREED BETRAYAL REVENGE
Blood eyes judge you
THE world of black and white
be damned.
Forever.
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Poet: Pamela
Link: http://flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-outside-thursday-poets-rally-25.html#comments
Title of the Poem: On the Outside
pandemonium has broken out
the cable has been released
a squelch
twist of trouble
is now finagled
hard to understand
observe the tribute
while the sky turns a pumpkin hue
hoopla in a sedentary form awaits
while we mandate urban power
trust is a ward
read when necessary it means survival
insulation is a gem or worse
corrected and refreshed
proud
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Poet: A Life Less Blog
Link: http://everwondrinsoul.wordpress.com/2010/07/16/highway-to-heaven/
Title of the Poem: Highway to Heaven
The rain pounds down on the
Unprotected shell of our car
As we stay by the yellow line and
Observe the traffic signs.
Stopped at a light, our
Car hums its impatience to be off and free.
I see a bar held by
Metal supports, surrounded by
Flashing lights, held in a Death Grip
Preventing all movement…
The light changes and we are pulled away
Leaving the prisoner of the bars in a cloud of exhaust
As the invisible line drags us home.
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Poet: Arts Web Show
Link: artswebshow.com/2010/07/22/acrostic-verse-titled-…
Title of the Poem: Free This Soul
Free this soul from the trappings that suffocate.
Remove the bars on the window, the world is waiting.
Empty the glass that drowns the spirit.
Evolve to the mountain peaks, say the heart that is burning.
.
Take a leap in the name of your own self belief
Have a shot, the worst that can happen is nothing.
If belief is all that is needed, don’t doubt it.
Summon passion and move forward running
.
So why do you linger? remain on the floor
Omit opportunity, half heartedly searching.
Under temporary changes that climate controls.
Look at the heart, that only you are besmirching.
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Poet: sk
Link: http://waiseekweng.wordpress.com/2010/07/01/move-on/
Title of the Poem:
Just standing there ain’t doing nothing?
watching you blaming
stop fighting
I know I’m your pry
don’t give me another try
I won’t give you a cry nor a why
I hated it the way you’re so high
you think I’m witless, oh my!
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Poet: The Street Lamp
Link: http://thestreetlamp.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/treasure/
Title of the Poem: Treasure
I forget who I am
in a city so vast
I forget how to walk
and stumble into a lamp post,
staring above and not ahead.
The birds float as ghosts
shut out by air-conditioned suites,
replaced by feathery boas,
scarves, sweets.
Fixated by the headlights of a
Benz lumbering down the road
I am a deer in this forest
of vultures, moths, and pigs.
Falling into their trap
to feel the drug of euphoria.
I live in a land
where people breath gold, not air
and what’s monetary supersedes what’s pretty
(because monetary is pretty)
Everything is surrounded with glass
my ears are always ringing
Everything is a fragile utopia
my voice, I think, is singing
We have fallen for a swollen wooden chest
rotten wood bitten by too many tears and too many lives
for a piece a metal
too bright a shade of yellow.
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Poet: Rage More
Link: http://irradiatedpoetry.wordpress.com/2010/07/17/autumn-nights-2009/
Title of the Poem: Autumn Nights
The wind weaves through the branches of the bare trees as I walk
The moonlight is casting shadows, shadows in the dark
I zip up my jacket, but the cold has forced its way in
It shifts right through my clothes, and onto my bare skin
In the distance I hear cop cars, blaring reds and blues
As I think over the last thing that I said to you
I step off of the sidewalk and into the woods, down a familiar trail
Leaves crunch beneath my feet, so dry and so stale
I can hear the stream from here, and soon I’m at its side
Listening to the sound of the water as it glides
I can only stay for a moment, and then I must move on
Just like the water in the river, I need to move along
I find a clearing in the woods, a vast plain of midnight
I drift toward the center, then lay down and out of sight
The grass is cold and wet, the stars hide behind the clouds
I can’t say that I blame them for not wanting to come out
I am paralyzed by my thoughts, and by my fears I am bound
So I’ll just lay here til morning, waiting to be found.
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Poet: Joanny
Link: http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/07/dance-of-fire-el-amor-brujo.html
Title of the Poem: Dance of Fire
As I lay here on my back in the dark
with my lover by my side.
Shadows moving across the ceiling
moments before I drift into the dream of night.
As I slip into this realm, visions come dancing in my head.
I hear your voice call my name, thoughts come
streaming into my mind
leading me back and forth though time.
Memories of you pierce my heart,
tears come down my cheeks,
wishing I never learned to weep.
As I wake to the morning light,
I see you there in my lovers eyes.
The fire is dancing tonight, lover of my dream time,
take my hand let’s dance, cling close to my breast,
to share in the mystery, of the fire dance.
Tremulous embers glowing, in blue, rose, and gold,
with unquenchable flames of desire.
Gypsies gather round keeping beat,
while the fire rages on.
Feeling the intensity of the heat
imagination running wild, feeling as free as a child.
Lovers Dancing, swirling, spinning,
a fusion of radiant colors, on a phosphorous night,
moving close to the transforming fires.
Hypnotized by the rhythm of the dance,
luring her dream time lover
into the red mist, vanishing him forever.
Carmelo and Candela watch on in ruptured bliss,
Poet: Jenka
Link:
Title of the poem:
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Poet: Heartspell
Link: http://heartspell.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/love-climbing/
Title of the Poem: Love Climbing
Once, I knew of a heart that could no longer be contained
and thus climbed out of its skin to sit on the shouldered peak of love
Fragile, the heart had always been, so it took great care not to fall and break
Delighted with this new spot, it basked in the warmth of a blinding light
which burned a bit, but usually was tolerable
As time went on, cracks began to develop where it had been burned repeatedly
causing the heart’s surface to harden
Though this was an undesirable state, the heart withstood the pain
in order to stay on top of love
Sometimes the heart questioned whether it was worth the pain of all these scars
but resolved with itself that it most assuredly was
While pondering these thoughts, the light of love suddenly went away
In the darkness the heart tripped, stumbled, and began a fall that seemed endless
When finally it hit bottom, the heart was broken and could not move
It remained stuck in that place and alone, for a very long time
Finally, after a long healing process, the heart slowly picked up its broken pieces
glueing them together one by one, until it felt whole again
With this reinforcement, and renewed strength, it began
the long, trepidatious climb to the top of love once again
But this time, the ever-cautious heart wore a harness
and insisted that love throw out a safety net.
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Poet: Oink
Link: http://hopepoh.wordpress.com/2010/07/19/wondering-how-you-are/
Title of the Poem: Wondering how you are
i wonder why we never talked since we’re both online
you must be so busy you never have the time
i watch your online status light up and fade
only to find out you never really cared
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times like this makes me wish i was with you
hoping you’d find comfort in the things i do
like how we walked and talked in those couple of days we shared
and how i missed you every single day since then
-
i know you’re very happy the way things are
and i wish you more happiness in the days to come
so for now i say goodbye to the past
and hello to the future, i hope it lasts.
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Poet: Pink Lady
Link: http://pinklady-bing.blogspot.com/2010/07/note-to-my-child.html
Title of the Poem: A Note To My Child
everyday i struggle
to give you the kind of life
that i know you deserve
each pain and and sweat
i hardly notice
after all
they bring me
a step closer
to all my dreams for you…
one day soon
i will let you go
and let you roam
the world on your own
and when you do
remember my counsel
choose your battles well
for not all fights
are worth your while…
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Poet: 1Introspector
Link:http://1ntrospector.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/take-a-minute/
Title of the Poem: Take A minute
A chronic pain at the back of my brain
Feels like I’m ascending to heights insane…
A new frontier in my consciousness
Enraptured in the visceral joy of being alive
I swirl my pallid hands in the cool stream
Scooping up enough for a drink;
I feel at ease when my thirst is quenched,
Like the solace one takes from a good dream
We rush through existence, defying admonitions
That we should be patient, to soften the transition
Between our former life of devotion and simplicity,
To the hedonism and excesses of modernity
We simply should pause
Take some respite
Breathe in
Breathe out
Imbue yourself with the beauty of the natural world
Draw in with breath unabated
What it feels like to have your thoughts eviscerated
By the lance of truth.
Its a fine way of seeing
A sliver of what it all means
The sum of all our beings
And don’t fret when
You can’t discern its meaning
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Poet: Jamie Dedes
Link: musingbymoonlight.com/2010/07/22/no-baloney-sandw…
Title of the Poem: No-Baloney Sandwiches
This is dedicated to all those fine beings . . .
Those who are blatantly themselves
You know the ones I mean -
Some, when seedlings, had folks
who jabbed a finger yelling: You! You! You!
accusing them of being quintessentially themselves
. . . as though that was wrong.
They are the YOUs who come from multi-colored places
and varied dreams
with hearts woven of wonder lush.
They are womanish or Manish.
They are childlike and adult’s alike.
They run from the gray streets to the green forest.
They take to long-lost roads and never-found pathways
with their song in a backpack and
a brown-bag lunch of no-baloney sandwiches.
When they elder they arrive back at the beginning
knowing who are they are
. . . and why.
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Poet: The I and The Not I
Link: http://theiandthenoti.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/on-the-bed/
Title of the Poem: on The Bed
Everyone sleeps above the covers
wet sheets, to speak,
eyes close, a circle form,
library escalator countenance.
Use, moving from.
Use, beginning to.
A simple seduction of words
sitting behind the desk,
Leave a message–
on the phone,
sleep above the covers
in the winter frosted guilt.
I have a grain to show,
mahogany pride.
A film prize unless taken,
coveted, but free from distraction.
Lines dashed away to save lives,
every face to saying,
a head turns to face
unseen like a Polaroid discharge.
Collar turned up,
shadow of cast iron,
a prostrate mold,
white sheets to burn.
a message of what it means to be.
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Poet: Shoelessboywonders
Link:http://shoelessboywonder.wordpress.com/2010/07/15/reversing-rain/
Title of the Poem:Reversing Rain
One can not reverse the rain
One can not feel others pain
One can not be the same
One can not always be tame
One can not change the past
One can not live without contrast
One can not survive without lies
One can not be without goodbyes
One can not reverse the rain
Only try our best without shame
For if I could make the impossible possible
Nothing would be forever unstoppable
Rain would only come down as I pleased
Pain and suffering would be replaced by ease
Corruption would change from evil to good
People would think about what they should
If I had the power death would still exist
For that is something no one should resist
Its natural, necessary and correctly cruel
To remove it would just be an act of a fool
One can not reverse the rain
Living in a life forever sustained
In all aspects that does include
Living a life free of inner crude
If you could reverse the rain
Would you return every drop
Make its attempt forever in vain
Or would you just make it all stop?
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Poet: Faery of the winds
Link: http://faeryofthewilds.blogspot.com/2010/07/loneliness-of-eternity.html
Title of the Poem: loneliness of the eternity
t seems not to stop
tears keeps pouring
heart keeps bleeding
their is heavy emptiness
and it never seems to fill
no dreams
no happiness to share
no sorrow to be divided
but the alluring darkness
no time
no space but just
the loneliness of an eternity
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Poet: I Measure My Life In coffee Spoon
Link: http://redpetals04.wordpress.com/2010/07/16/read-carefully-draft-1/
Title of the Poem: Read Carefully
One day there would be
no record that you and I ever existed.
We, acting like secret testimonials
that not all that’s written is untrue.
There is no evidence that you, like an ink stain
seeped unrestrained. Darkened and blotched my conscience
as if you’d known no other paper.
I, who lay stark - eager to soak the careless outpour
of a pigment so promising,
so expedient a pen to compose me.
We were to be body and text, diary and reflection,
had you found the words to tell what
would have kept me from tearing at the creases.
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Poet: Diamondsanddogs
Link: http://randomthoughtsandmusings.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/relativity/
Title of the Poem: Relativity
Families
are knit
tight
Ever willing
to unite
together in joy,
pain, love
or fear
Families
hold one
another dear,
share
tears, dreams
and hopes
The ropes
of blood
run thicker
than water…
But wait,
I can’t
continue
down this path
of misconception
“Blood thicker
than water”
is certainly
not my perception
When being
a daughter
means
serving yourself
up to
the slaughter
of your soul
Where sister’s
compete
their spirits
only replete
when they
dance
on the ashes
of your dreams
Where a father’s
silence
is really
passive violence
as his
disregard
shatters
your heart
Of this “family”
I want
no part
Decades
I spent
resisting
their constant
insisting
that I fail
Fighting
in vain
to earn
their
respect
Til
one day
it was
made plain …
I must
leave them
behind
else lose
my mind!
With
my feet
on this path
I shed
my wrath
And renounced
this “familial”
negativity
Now, once and for all
I’ve consigned them
to relativity.
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Poet: Splash of Expression
Link: http://splashofexpression.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/doctorate-in-over-thinking/
Title of the Poem: Doctorate in over Thinking
I have a Doctorate in over thinking
Years of being an introvert paired with social anxiety
I greet every turning of the hour with a turning in my bed
My mind ticks with time always moving forward
Always repeating the same numbers always in a different order
Please don’t ask me to explain
If you are not equipped with time and a seat
My clarifications are just as complicated as a DNA strand
Is to a monkey who communicates through sign language
A distant cousin of OCD my restless mind reincarnates thoughts
Ending one and quickly giving life to another
I think in circles with no start or end points
As if I was born within it and follow its shape
For ignorance of anything else
But what comes out of my mouth are all the traces of that circle
Spitting out three thoughts at once
Regressing the thousands more waiting to be thought
It’s like someone is always catching me in the middle of a joke
And I’m a horrible comedian
I wish my Doctorate to be fake
Having instead 8-10 hours of sleep
With no dreams, no greeting each hour
No destroying relationships or possible ones
Because I’ve planned out all of his thoughts, actions, and responses
No longer being concerned with what others are thinking of me
Even when I live my life to my own flute’s tune
No thinking how I will stop this wretched thinking
Instead I wish for a Doctorate in Mediation.
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Poet: The 10th muse
Link: http://arspoetica.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/lying/
Title of the Poem: Lying
hidden below the city where
words sound hollow,
your promises reverberate
off the underside of my
cheekbones, slip past the left
internal jugular and graze
the nerve sheath tying my eyes
to my ability to reason. i blink twice,
blankly, flounder a little on
the stonework through which our
footsteps echo, trying to connect
to the back of my head and that
tiny spot of cortex recognizing
truth from shadows; a place where
secrets were made to be kept.
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Poet: The Poetry Wagon
Link: http://thepoetrywagon.blogspot.com/2010/07/running-back-to-you.html
Title of the Poem: Running Back To You
Staring at the photos,
Memories flash by,
Crouched in a corner,
Silently – I cry.
A convoluted maze
of a life so blue,
Where to go now,
I have no clue.
‘Friends’ are so mean,
Wearing a smiling shroud,
Daddy’s pampered girl,
Is lost in the crowd.
Home is too far,
Visits are only few,
Mom,Dad I feel like,
Running back to you.
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Poet: Kavita
Link: http://kavisionz.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/nine-lives-then-another/
Title of the Poem: Nine Lives, Then Another
I molded myself into a sculpture
So I could hold your attention as you finger my deep gashes
I spun myself into a fan
So I could dry the teardrops teetering on your feathery lashes
I hid myself in a picture frame
So you could look at me and think of pleasant memories
I wound myself into a clock
So you could glance at me while still in your reveries
I melted myself into the floor
So I could feel you walk your precious feet over my self
I bound myself into a book
So I could hold your thoughts poured out onto my pages’ shelf
I stuffed myself into a pillow
So you could rest on your tired and aching head on me
I infused myself into a chalice
So you could drink from my depths and replenish your energy
I glazed myself into a mirror
So I could smile as you groomed yourself, peering into my eyes
I finally transformed into a woman
So you could hold my hand, kiss my cheek, and catch me by surprise
*****
Poet: alan
Link:http://ncbeachcomber.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/red-between-the-lines/
Title of the Poem: Red Between The Lines
Cold blue steel
I can feel you
calling me to the edge
red between the lines
****sublime****
dream catcher dripping
nightmares glistening
rewards of the night
quite a fright
knowing I can’t fight
such a sight
scars and designs
not a good sign
of where she may lead
needing to bleed
blue for her
to show that
I am still here
I am still real
I still feel when
she bites and caresses
bringing me back
from the precipice
of disassociation’s
elaboration on the
“Joys Of Masturbation”
waiting at the station
for the 1111 to bring
my sanity home
while she keeps me
in addictions powerful snare
with her cold blue steel
beckoning again, to come
and feel…….
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Poet: Poetry Blog
Link:http://poetryoftheasian.wordpress.com/2010/06/12/the-grand-poetry/
Title of the Poem: The Grand Poetry
We wrote grand poetry together
Believing it could last forever
Nonetheless here I am, years later
With poetry on paper
Pages slowly decaying away,
Alone this time I read
This time with my poems in disarray
Or without ink on pages to bleed
No, this time I came back
Not with thoughts so black
But to take a step back into bliss
To find the happiness I miss
Into the past I receded
But with empty words I pleaded
I found that in conclusion
My mind was entangled
I faced disillusion
My sight became differently angled
Each poem, doted upon despair
Not upon happiness or thy looks so fair
Page after page I turned
Into my mind, the poetry burned
Words written by our fingers
Every poetic prose
On the paper still lingers
How every word flows
Now the lit match beside me was raised
Near the work we once praised
From it flame flowed onto words gray
Soon they faded away
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Poet: The Whitewashed Sepulcher
Link:http://blueplatypus.wordpress.com/2010/06/30/outdoor-therapy/
Title of the Poem: Outdoor Therapy
Surrounded by a jury of my peers–
Herons, blue and white, ducks, frogs,
Paranoid minnows scurrying through the shallows.
Sitting on the pier, bare feet dangling in the water,
Dragonflies chase the tip of my fishing pole
As raindrops slowly drip from the bill of my hat.
Sanctuary to my restless, aching soul,
The peaceful lake and its inhabitants
Calm the brackish water that runs through my veins.
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Poet: Revolutionary Petunia
Link: http://pdotberry.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/faith/
Title of the Poem: faith
i can hear the
moon, star
congregations
clapping
and stomping their feet,
singing
the weight of their tears,
praising
Jah for blessings,
swelling
with the Spirit.
“Amen!”
they are in agreement.
they are aligned.
meanwhile,
i lay in bed
confused.
or insecurely certain.
debating faith
on whether
we are praying
for the same things.
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Poet: Poetry, Politics, and
Link: http://libertyerosion.wordpress.com/2010/07/16/fingerprints/
Title of the Poem: Fingerprints
Calibrate the clocks
for stringent vagrancy
to the guardians revered by all
human past; nomadic instinct
is ever holding sovereign
fast like inland bridges and earnest fields.
But standing on a different branch
in the heart of an adult oak
is not much different to before
it is when you at last climb down
that the landscape overpowers you
With the leaves letting the sky-gods
make their presence known
and the cities never feeling big nor small
nor physical – somewhere to take off shoes
and be alone.
Everyone wants their treasure-chests
to flex and stretch and multiply
no one hates unless told to
and no one loves unless in secret
your views are purer than mine, of course
Fingerprints?
Perhaps not.
Created/Replicated
Created/Replicated.
Ad infinitum.
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Poet: Joycie
Link: http://joycefied.wordpress.com/2010/07/11/post-a-comment/
Title of the Poem: post a comment
Post a comment.
Leave me a word.
Tell me it’s the best
That you’ve ever heard.
Tell me it stinks
It is too absurd.
Or that for a moment
Your boredom was cured.
Write me a paragraph.
Write me a letter.
Your reading my writing
Always makes me feel better.
Give me a thumbs up.
An emoticon smile.
It will give me a high
That will last for a while.
I will follow your comment
I will look up your site.
I will comment on YOUR stuff
And we will both feel ALL RIGHT!
Write on, write on!
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Poet: Imagina
Link: http://imagina1.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/book-of-tears/
Title of the Poem: Book of Tears
I have finished writing my book of tears.
The conclusion is drawn, the final pages
Written in accord. And so the heroine
Had fulfilled her fate.
I sit back and reread the damp pages.
The story is ordinary, the characters are humble.
Yet with such a tragic twist of plot, the ending
Is inescapable, like a few dregs of bitter ground
You swallowed, at the last sip of your coffee.
I hope teardrops could crystallize, and
In the languor of the aftermath, I will string
The emerald droplets into a rosary.
A bead for every whisper of prayer,
Every penitence, every hope.
I suppose I should call it an end.
It’s high time to do some real hard work,
On the industry of perseverance,
On the business of living.
*****
Poet: Jingle
Link: http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-i-open-book-and-turn-pages.html
Title of the Poem: As I Open A book and Turn The Pages
As I open a book
And turn the pages,
I walk into lives of writers
Whose word engages.
As I intake soul food
And feel spiritually good,
I cannot help beaming
About some pleasant screaming.
As I scan the news online
To seek extra fun,
I warn myself
To be easy on stuff such as a elf.
As I play a game
That carries my name,
I am careful
Not to be too tame.
As I feel happy and able.
I mean nil harm to those who feel miserable.
Money shall not be everything
In a healthy living,
Harvest what one sows,
That’s how one grows.
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Poet: A Verse Case Scenario
Link: http://www.versepoems.com/2010/07/mcdonalds-and-low-waist-jeans.html
Title of the Poem: McDonalds and low waist jeans
Was at Mcdonalds the other day,
That bastion of free time to kill,
modern myths to de-bunk
and seductive, calorific junk!
A young woman with her mother, sat ahead of me,
Her back to me, in a tight top and daringly low waist jeans.
(Low ‘waste’ jeans would be more appropriate; never enough to cover your lower body;
has to be a ‘waste’, I say! Anyway.)
A sexy derriere, a flash of thong,
Inviting she was, of alluring beauty and form,
Triggering some thoughts, impure and wrong!
Then she got up to leave, pulled her T-shirt a bit down,
In time to cover up, before her mother could frown,
Upon her daughter’s sartorial sense, often called modern,
I’m sure it confused her, these new things to learn!
Then she turned and showed me her face,
On it, was an imprint of sheer innocence,
Like an indelible insignia; burnt and inscribed.
A strange thought then crept up, possible and well described:
Here she was, a child trapped in a woman’s body
Young enough to be my daughter; young enough, to make me look like her ‘Daddy’!
It made me think,
how us men are quick to judge, in a flash of a blink
Are woman just lust objects, just pieces of meat
to be thrust into our mouths, to dissipate our heat?
We fail to realize that it is not all about sex
that if you slot a woman, chances are you will vex
her; for you don’t look at her ability to love, her greatest quality
Till we do that, I guess we lose our right to talk about gender equality!
Shocked and taken aback, I cringed with guilt and turned away,
Dazed by this mélange of misfiring neurons, jumbled sense play,
I smiled at the fallacies of my mind, the cataract in my eyes,
And proceeded to calmly order, a fillet with lots of fries.
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Poet: Pages from a dairy
Link:ttp://anummunaf.wordpress.com/2010/07/24/i-dont-like-that/
Title of the Poem: I don’t like that
I don’t like someone orders me
especially when i m busy
Bring me a glass of water
Or I’ll give you a quarter.
Go and bring me a cookie,
& switch of that TV.
Go & find the TV remote,
I feel like I m a robot
Go & arrange the dining table.
Come back & place the scrabble
Go & find who is at the door.
& dont forget to bring me the drink once more
I m fed up of these orders
they give me a headache.
i think i should take some tablets
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Poet: Trisha
Link: http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2010/07/27/a-funky-fairytale/
Title of the Poem: A Funky Fairy Tale
A demon loved an angel
To the limit of insanity
They are not for each other
This much he knew for sure
He knew she will walk away
The moment he shows himself
So he donned a mask
Conned her into loving him.
But what could he do to himself
Soon the mask started to peel
The angel left him
When the mask fell of his face.
First she was angry and bitter
Then he realized his helplessness
His heart was forcing him
To hound her to force her to him.
The demon got furious
Believed her a traitor
He called her names, taunted her
She asked him to change himself
He refused said her love was fake
tried to make her jealous, bitter
hit her from every angle, corner
she reminded him she was an angel.
To have an angel in his arms
He will have to be one
A simple truth that can’t be undone
Oil and water can’t mingle
Black and white can’t embrace
To mingle with each other
They have to be same
Or sacrifice himself in absolute sense.
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Poet: Deadpoet88
Link: http://deadpoet88.wordpress.com/2010/07/23/night/
Title of the Poem: Night
The stars shine brightly in the sky,
Like the glittering petals of roses in the sun.
Melancholy hangs heavy in the air,
Like the fragrance of a thousand gardenias.
The heart yearns for a past forgotten,
Where empty words were once echoed.
The touch of the silver moonlight
Sends a chill running through the air.
The mind feels elated as the wind touches the cheeks,
Though it is cold, inside there is only warmth.
As the mind forays ahead seeking adventures,
Under the keen eye of this sad silence.
The crickets chirp their midnight song,
Fireflies dance to the tune of the wind.
The feet touching the soft grass feel lighter,
As they too begin to sway to the rhythm.
The sorrow blows with a deafening song,
A song to soothe the nostalgia in the soul.
Drops of honey scented rain begin to fall,
Softly drenching the turmoil’s of the heart.
The pain, the anger, the darkness, washes away,
All that remains is a dose of bitter sweetness.
And the heart grows wings and sings its song,
Of joyful tomorrows, and dolorous yesteryears.
Was this sorrow always a part of the will,
The will to feel, the will to live, the will to die?
For without it, I can feel no joy
*****
Poet: The Pandora In The Box
Link:http://mangoesntangoes.wordpress.com/2010/07/15/not-on-straight-but-yet-all-to-jaded/
Title of the Poem: not on straight but yet all to jaded
the drive
the emptiness
the unsettling emotions
pushes through the cracked cement
Now not then
complexity not simplicity
has complicated the black and white
The pages turn
time changes
the familiarity has left
nothing is the same
Exit sign lights up
Looking back
so many memories
only the bad sustains the life
good is just a blur
Silent prayer for the faith departed
Broken promises and leftovers
dominate the soul
and the illusion of love
is the disappearing smoke
Not once
but twice, thrice
commandment is unwept
There is no defense
guilty is the plea
Oh, the ancient ruins
first hand effects destroys liberty
will they become second-hand
disabling several generations of peace?
Righteousness has become filthy rags
smothered in pride and selfish motives
salvation and satisfaction are worlds apart
lurking of evil continues to point out flaws
Hypocrisy reigns over all
not one is noble or unblemished
the darkness overrides
the best of intentions
Where is the path
that must be traveled on
without interferences?
There is none.
The deepest wound
the most overwhelming pain
the greatest nightmare
the monstrous disastrous event
can demolish the reverent
cripple the most loyal subjects
break the heart of the faithful ones
In times of uncertainties and bondage
may the sacrifice of Jesus Christ
not be disgraced or be in vain
The atonement – once and for all
reminds us that it is in the being
and not the doing that brings the ultimate freedom
in forgiveness and healing
If victor mentality is in order
Than the victim mentality must depart
God needs to be taken seriously
Or we all are lost in shame and regrets.
*****
Poet: aek71’s blog
Link:http://aek71.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/372/#respond
Title of the Poem: singing in the nigh
singing in the night
bound by nothing but stars
hidden in the grass
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Poet: ziibi1
Link:http://adventuresinpoesy.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/theatrical-limbs-2/
Title of the Poem: Theatrical Limbs
One night I learned the secret!
Why my body uncontrollably
stretches and twists,
outward one minute
springing back the next
like a tight rubber band.
My foot doesn’t lift.
My knee forgets to bend.
My muscles cringe
as my hand curls
to form a claw.
It was a night I was alert
Open to the unknown
While my body hurt.
I felt the presence of what I could not see.
Then the shadows revealed strings
that led to me.
I watched the shadows for their source.
They all traced
to one that ran their course.
The shadow was a massive blur.
That resembled..
my words were one big slur.
I nearly fainted from the sight.
Am I dreaming?
Is this right?
A Giant held the strings connected to me
as if I was a puppet
for his glee.
At that moment he became aware
of me peering
opening his mouth with a scare.
I cowered as he spoke
afraid
that he ate folk!
His voice shook the room
by surprise
like a flower in bloom.
“You are my marionette for the theater,”
the Giant exclaimed.
“I picked you amongst the rest
because you were the best.”
The doctors call it Spasticisity!
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Poet: Doni
Link http://divisoria.wordpress.com/2010/07/23/space/
Title of the Poem: Space
In the interstices of each word
And here between the lines,
In the creases where sages paint
(Where we lie in wait),
This is our world-
Stained with punctuation,
In the split-second decision between
Pausing or continuing.
We saunter and are surrounded
By flowery words.
Us: in the synapse of each thought,
With sense or wont.
We shall witness victory or failure-
The syncopation of listening and speaking-
In silence, like the spaces between:
Wordless.
This is a translation of the Filipino Poem “Puwang”
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Poet: Ray Sharp
Link: http://raysharp.wordpress.com/2010/07/15/love-dies-too-from-natural-causes/
Title of the Poem: Love Dies too, from Natural Causes
“Love never dies a natural death.” — Anais Nin
But it does, my dear, every day:
We sing of the knife in the back,
the lovers’ leap, the drowning in tears,
but never of simple death by exhaustion,
by hardening of the heart, by cancer
of doubt and tumors of disdain
metastasized into malignant loathing,
a heart that beats each day weaker
until you can’t detect the pulse.
A mighty old oak felled by lightning
or by the slow decay of heartwood –
dead is dead is dead.
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Poet: Weightless
Link: http://javolpe.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/nice-shooting-ace/
Title of the Poem: Nice Shooting, Ace
We went swimming at the lake
and made love on the beach, getting sand
in all our crevices. Her dark hair
was damp and clung to her forehead.
We bought an old Escort with the money
my grandfather left me. We would drive
all day and park at the lake at night.
When I left her she let me take it.
It’s been three years and still
I’m on the back of my grandfather’s
old boat. The late afternoon sun stretches
a tender hand over the tinted water.
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Poet: Art of Starving
Link: http://artofstarving.wordpress.com/2010/05/28/two-pairs/
Title of the Poem: Two Pairs
The wind’s effusive melody
brings me recollections of earlier times.
Some fish bones. The remains of a campfire.
A guitar pick buried in the sand.
A cherub blowing a trumpet.
“Did you remember to pack some underwear, dear?”
From the distance we sounded like little sparrows,
twilling and filtering and hopping about.
The river rushed through with the force
of thirteen Alexander the Greats.
Your hands moved over my body
like hungry, horny spiders.
“Yes, my love. I packed two pairs.”
Paris…
The gendarme whistled for us to stop,
but we were too busy laughing and running away.
Out of the corner of my eye I spied the fountain,
and the cloud of gray pigeons circling the statue.
The sough of the wind reminds me of
fragments I wish I could store in a cigar box,
instead of this head of regret.
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Poet: All Is Continuity
Link: http://andtimemarcheson.wordpress.com/2008/06/21/poetry-13/
Title of the Poem: Untitled
Where might there be
words writ,
fanciful but simply,
of tales embellished
by time and tellers’ wit?
Who might Shakespeare be
but a dead saint
in a weathered, crumbling
tomb; Solomon knew vanity;
Already Romeo archaically wanes.
But words will only be
an inexpensive art
of coloring every deceit.
Silence be golden, conceptually,
in a world exemplar.
*****
Poet: Tracy
Link: http://tracyhsays.com/2010/07/21/july-22-2010-thursday-poets-rally/
Title of the Poem: Dying Teardrops
As I stand dying
Heart bleeding teardrops of red
I hear no crying
As I kneel dying
Ashen face with tearless eyes
I hear no sighing
As I lay dying
In sanguine pool of heartbreak
I see her flying
Listen to this here:
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Poet: Seth
Link: http://sethlestath.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/the-kingdom-of-thoughts/
Title of the Poem: The Kingdom of Thoughts
Death, be not proud!
‘This my will in this thought.
Shall I bitterly begin my joyful world,
Where love has born on earth;
With ‘tis spite of life closed within’ my breath
By kisses and the beauty of death?
For she that hath the stir of my knife,
And owned my life.
The Lady is my life and my salvation
That I shall live in this damnation;
For my love is stronger than my death,
Which reward me to my health.
But when the sun arise tomorrow,
I’ll pluck away the memory of a rooted sorrow;
And let the Lady sleep for a while,
Then let the win direct my sail.
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Poet: Keshav
Link:http://keshavnarla.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/just-3-words/
Title of the Poem: 3 words
You stand
You sit
Thinking one thing
Saying many things
It is just 3 words
.
You face yourself
You may know the truth
You may not know the reality
You can’t say it
Yet you must
Else the world will never be the same
But when you say it
Your own world can never be the same
.
Reactions can be many
But answers are only two – Yes Or No
The question is only one!
.
Finally, there are no more options
there is no more small talk
silence is exhausted
a pause
Heart thudding
Brain screaming
Time stops
The universe shrinks
You are alone with her
It is just 3 words
.
Once started, cannot be stopped
Once said, cannot be un-said
The hardest thing to say
Yet the most important
.
I, now no one can stop you..
love, the change has started..
you, it is now done!
It was just 3 words
.
Now comes the question
replies can be many
But there are only two answers
Yes Or No
Eyes lock
Hopes soar
It is one word
You hear the sound
before the word
Yes!
The answer you always wanted
Your prayers answered
Your life worth living again
It was again just 3 words
Yes! I do too
Now what?
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Poet: Rhythm of my soul
Link:http://rhythmofmysoul.wordpress.com/2010/07/23/thank-you-me/
Title of the Poem: Thank You Me!
All my life I’ve expressed gratitude
To the souls and spirits that touched my life
And changed things for the better
My heart was constantly thanking the Universe
For the miraculous life I’m bestowed with
I recently realized I had left out one important person
Without whom nothing would have been possible
Who could have brought me here
Even if the others weren’t there
I thank myself for being me
For believing in me, even in the most dubious of moments
For trusting in my talents
For having faith in my dreams
And the guts to chase after them
For standing up, undaunted
Each time I stumbled and fell hard
For trying incessantly
Even if things seemed impossible
For constantly reminding me
Of how amazing I am
For always making me look
At what lies ahead
And never letting the past
Stop me from progress
For being strong enough
To walk the long fussy roads of my dreams
For giving me the hope
I can be all that I’ve ever wanted to be
For allowing me to be me
I thank myself!
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Poet: Robert Cupcake Poetry
Link: http://robotcupcake.wordpress.com/2010/07/18/in-this-we-are-all-the-same/
Title of the Poem: In This We Are All The Same
In this first breath, we are all the same:
Diaphragm pulls down like a bellow
Lungs unfurl like sails
And we embark;
Different courses—
Some stormy, some smooth—
On the same dark ocean.
***
In this first step, we are all the same:
Legs like stems of sprouts
All wobbly in the breeze
Faltering as we grow
Upwards
Towards the same sun.
***
In this first tremor of love, we are all the same:
The roll of earthquake
Knocking us off our steady feet—
Seismic plates colliding
Landscapes uprooting
At the meeting of two worlds.
***
In this last breath we are all the same:
The coming darkness envelops us all, equally
A blindness of all senses
As the wild roar of the world
Fades into nothing
Fades into unity;
As we become one with the earth
With the universe;
In this we are all the same
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Poet: Suzi
Link: http://suzicate.wordpress.com/2010/07/23/plotting-the-course/
Title of the Poem: Plotting The Course
Sometimes I feel lost
Not so much in the world
But within myself
I seem to lose my groove
Words get trapped beneath ego
And ego never shuts up
Dead, dry, crackling leaves
Rustle across my soul
With hands over ears
I navigate the only way I know
I gnaw my way home
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Poet: Noha
Link: http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/2010/07/24/mermaid/
Title of the Poem: Mermaid
A beautiful mermaid is calling unto me
Come to me, child, O come to me
This world is no longer wide, you know?
For your dreams and hopes and wishes to grow
Escape the crowd and come to the sea
Forsake them all and come to me
A new day brings you a new dawn
A new wave, a new crest to wish upon
The blue, the deep and the light
The colors, the sounds of the ocean’s night
The feeling of the sand between your toes?
Let go that one and your life shall pause
As where I’ll take you, no feet have tread
Only souls that are free, all worries are dead
Forsake them all and come to me
Come to me, child, O come to me
*****
Poet: Liz
Link: http://lizbethsgarden.wordpress.com/2010/07/24/southern-days-poetry-rally/
Title of the Poem: Southern Days
Those gracious days long gone.
Stately women smiled, courtly men bowed.
The past is what we choose to remember.
White columns framed houses in green fields.
Stately women smiled, courtly men bowed.
Children laughed and played.
White columns framed houses in green fields.
Kerchiefs bent over cotton.
Children laughed and played.
Dance on Friday, church on Sunday.
Kerchiefs bent over cotton.
Men whipped in the fields.
Dance on Friday, church on Sunday.
That was the way.
Men whipped in the fields.
Don’t nobody tell you that.
That was the way.
Rumors of war, whispers of change.
Don’t nobody tell you that.
Singing of the promised land, singing of freedom.
Rumors of war, whispers of change.
Those days of long ago became our very soul.
Singing of the promised land, singing of freedom.
How can we forget?
How can we forget?
Those days of long ago became our very soul,
Those gracious days long gone.
The past is what we choose to remember.
*****
Poet: The JulieBook
Link: http://thejuliebook.wordpress.com/2010/07/24/finding-beauty-poem-free-bird/
Title of the Poem: free bird
Sometimes I feel I’ve failed
Lost my title of artist
of objective
Lost my ability to see
what sits under a mask
I feel I’ve failed
when I can’t see the beauty of
a few pieces of metal and rubber
stuck at a standstill
peeling in the sunlight
I don’t understand what is attractive
about seeing the pavement
through floorboards
I feel no need
to pull greasy parts from under the hood
or scuffle on my back behind a tire
I just want to move
smoothly and swiftly
curling up between your shoulder and the gear shift
cozy and close and free
*****
Poet: Belladonna23’s Blog
Link: http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/07/17/colorblind/
Title of the Poem: Colorblind
When you look at me,
with your eyes, with your lips
-slack, ignorant-
your voice dull and dry
-a hollow echo beating from the walls of your head-
How dare you speak? You
look at me this way? You
do not know me!
You don’t know this voice, you
don’t know this soul, parading
cascading with colors
you’ve never seen, Colorblind!
eyes, flat and devoid.
To peer into the color wheel
encircling my irises
you would be lost, you
do not know me, you
do not see me, you
cannot see me. I am built
of colors! Running, thrumming from
this soul, cascading down me
in and around me,
composed of colors, I am
devoid of darkness, that dull
throbbing you so fondly recognize
that dry desert
of what you call your eyes
will never see me! You
do not know me.
*****
Poet: Tasha
Link: http://thethousandmilejourney.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/pray/
Title of the Poem: Pray
Knees bent
Head bowed
Hands folded
Eyes closed
Pray
Feet moving
Head thinking
Hands reaching
Eyes open
Pray
Bent or moving be aware
Of the places you are needed
Bowed or thinking be aware
Of the answers all are seeking
Folded or reaching be aware
Of the people who need help
Closed or open be aware
Of the hurting all around
No matter where
No matter when
No matter how
Always, always
*****
Poet: Willie
Link: http://williewizzy.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/sunday/
Title of the Poem: Sunday
Dearest Sunday,
Look at you today,
Charming and sunny,
Do you just shine for me?
Smile across for the day,
And it is all breezy,
Swing around just you and me,
And I love you so, Sunday.
*****
Poet: Rhythm and Circumstances
Link: http://rhymeandcircumstance.wordpress.com/2010/07/23/the-keeper/
Title of the Poem: The Keeper
I need a fly and flashy diva
Who’s hot enough to give me
A high degree fever
Sex good enough
That I wouldn’t want to leave her
Trustworthy so what she
Says I know I can believe her
Glowing personality
So good is how I treat her
No history of chasing after men
She’s far from being a skeezer
Not selfish, but generous
She loves being a pleaser
Sexy and seductive
Something of a teaser
Educated, bright and driven
Not dull or a sleeper
So many things about her
Keep me from being a cheater
It’s these and other qualities
That make me want to keep her
*****
Poet: Unexpected intellectual
Link: http://unprecedentedintellectual.wordpress.com/2010/07/14/monotony-of-my-existance/
Title of the Poem: Monotony of my existence
I swear I am at my wit’s end
Suitors patrolling the revolving door that is the dowry coffers
Like sharks sniffing out bleeding prey
Interrupting the gentle monotony that is my existence
As I am primed and prodded
Padded and powdered
For another tea
With another madam
God forbid I declare my preference to read
Maybe sit for a sip of sherry and a lively rapport
About politics no less
Oh, but it’s just not done
The highlight of my day
A dear childhood friend
Dashing specimen of masculinity
Who lets me laugh from the belly, curse and sip sherry
Argue my point, roll me eyes and be friendly
He regaled me with tales of his escapades and adventures
Lies to me about how special it would have been, had I been
Today though, I do not hang on his every word
His presence makes my mind wonder to another man
A special someone
A phantom of sorts
My one dance phantom
Distracted I ask
As only he I can ask
Have you ever met someone who ruins your life
By making you feel alive
Wrecks havoc on your life
With an effort not worth two pence
Have you ever lived a moment
That turns out to be your defining moment?
*****
Poet: Michael Patton
Link: ttp://skyrope.wordpress.com/2010/07/26/divine-dust/
Title of the Poem: Divine Dust
In these dark ages I’m proud to report
I ingest ever larger amounts of cloud dust
in an effort to clear the air. I swallow
to keep from being swallowed up.
Having lost our best miracles
our change now requires
such tedious menial tasks.
Returning the dust
to the earth
brings down
the divine. I’ve been told…
a dragon lies coiled
somewhere amid the darkness of the dirt clouds
I hope to clear enough to see my way
to this beast: this beast can burn me clean
free and clean of my many motes of trouble.
Yes, I know surrender requires struggle
but
my fear of the dragon can be overcome
by my fear of being smothered under
the weight of all this clinging dust.
*****
Poet: Amrita Ghosh
Link: http://amritaghosh.wordpress.com/2010/07/28/afternoon-in-the-hills/
Title of the Poem: Afternoon In The Hills
It’s four o’ clock in the afternoon,
But, it already seems like six.
A sharp nip in the air, and, I wonder
Is July turning into November?
Church bells ring out in the distant hills,
A faint honey-suckled air fills the breeze,
A mist descends slowly on the rolling tea fields,
As a slow rain starts to drizzle.
A lone crow chases away a pair of screeching parakeets,
While the wind sends the eucalyptus trees into shivers.
My dogs run around, as I snuggle up, sipping tea,
Turning inwards, listening for peace.
*****
Poet: The World from Hopeless PV
Link: http://howromantic.wordpress.com/2010/06/16/fairytale-ending
Title of the Poem: Fairytale Ending
From the beginning of life
Girls learn of princesses
Ball gowns, and the perfect romance
Chivalry and how prince charming
Will act and speak
The most important piece
Is the saving act
Then you shall ride off into the sunset
And live happily ever after
Is that the real ending
Just ride off into the sunset
We learn nothing more
I won’t accept that
“Happy Ending”
Because my love is
Timeless
and will last forever
Nothing can stop it
My love is faster then light
It shines brighter then the sun
It out lasts Happily Ever After
So you can take your
Happily Ever After
and put it away
Cause my love story
Will withstand the tests of
Time
And it will be better
Then any fairy tale
Ever written
So let me fly free
Free of the fairytale dreams
I will live up to my
Own standards
And I will be my own type of
Princess
Not sitting in distress
But loving life
And my “Prince Charming”
Will come my way
*****
Poet: Jannie Funster
Link: http://www.janniefunster.com/2010/07/28/what-html-coding-has-taught-me-thus-far-a-poem/
Title of the Poem: what HTML Coding Has Taught Me Thus Far
What my success with HTML coding
has taught me thus far is I could probably
still be a brain surgeon or an astronaut
or an equestrienne or a master boat builder,
or a Michelangelo of childrens’ face painting.
HTML code — I am so whooping your butt!
*****
Poet: Chocolate High
Link: http://ishabellemanalo.wordpress.com/2010/07/29/fever/
Title of the Poem: Fever
The spirit is so much willing,
But the body’s not cooperating.
I try so hard to feel alive;
I try appearing to have such drive.
I want to always jump up and down
To life my spirits from the ground.
But I feel tired and beaten inside,
The exhaustion’s hard to hide.
My head aches; my nose hurts as well.
In sickness, I pitifully fell.
When will I be healthy again?
When will my sickness ever end?
My body is burning like fire;
My mind is caught in a haywire.
I think I need to get some sleep,
So I can bounce back frm the deep.
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