Poet: RiikaInfinityy
Link: http://riikainfinityy.com/2010/08/12/the-dark-queen/
Title of the Poem: The Dark Queen
Kiss and Embrace
by the darkness
Fear and Danger
shone upon the light
Chain upon dark and evil
I will conquer everything
The Eyes of Abaddon
look into my eyes
Darkness shall bewitch you
The Body of Lilith
the bearer of disease and illness
suffering is way better than dying
The Wings of Succubus
the art of seduction
may you live in lust and pleasure
for torment of eternity
The Will of Lucifer
a payment made
the strength and power
to rule over the darkness
I honorably accept the oath
I no longer remember
why I took this path
and one thing is for sure
I never once regret
for I am the
Queen of Darkness
*****
Poet: Morganna
Link: http://lizbethsgarden.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/they-poetry-rally-entry/
Title of the Poem: THEY
He said it with laughter
His friend laughed and whispered.
They came for him.
They were waiting for him
At his mom’s, his girlfriend’s
He said it with laughter
They didn’t think it funny
And he had to flee
His friend laughed and whispered
He hid in the forest,
Living on the land, when
They came for him.
*****
Poet: Jamie Dedes
Link:http://musingbymoonlight.com/2010/08/12/silent-life/
Title of the Poem: Silent life
Except for the scratching of my pen
I lead a quiet - almost silent life
Here on D Street, the second floor -
In a small, one-bedroom apartment with
Tibetan prayer flags flying on the door.
I overlook a courtyard with trees, cement, and
children playing, heads stuffed with TV dreams.
Across the way folks shop, filling their emptiness -
Hoping, hoping to keep dread death at bay . . .
·
It’s a quiet – almost silent – life I lead
in a second floor walk-up with a tiny kitchen.
Trees rise outside the door, birch, palm
and the raucous crows are taking over.
Still, there are sweet gentle gray doves
and a chickadee or two, maybe three.
Our resident squirrel visits each day
eyeing me through the window from his birch.
·
Such a quiet, tranquil life I lead here
where no bombs drop on aching roofs.
No soldiers march in heavy boots.
No occupying army enters uninvited.
We fear not for the safety of children at play
or grown-ups walking by on daily rounds.
·
I lead a quiet – almost silent life with
occasional interruptions from Madison Ave
selling me eternal youth – Too Late! Too Late!
and social status – Long Gone! Don’t Care!
And sandwiched between ads for plastic bags,
pre-fabricated foods, and Saturday’s sales
there are reports of tortured deaths in foreign lands
presented in measured tones, spanning a heartbeat
followed by the glossy gossip that passes for news
delivered with such breathless, detailed urgency
my interest is almost – not quite – engaged.
·
I lead a mostly quiet – almost silent life
but for the scratching of my poet’s pen
scratching, scratching, trying, trying
to make sense of it all – Too Late! Too Late!
Like the gentle dove – Too Soft! Too Soft!
Much too soft to make a difference.
*****
Poet: Megzone
Link: http://megzone.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/thursday-poets-rally-frog-prince-revisited/
Title of the Poem: Frog Prince Revisited
What an irony of my life
Just to be another’s wife
Umpteen tests undertaken
So that identities aint mistaken
Every one that comes in front
Impolite and outright blunt
Moment they lay eyes on me
Flock my patio hopping in glee
Unabashed youth here none
I still await my perfect one
Wonder how many more kisses to blow
Till I find my one, who would show
His Princely-ness, Chivalry and candor
My perfect knight in shining armor..
When shall thou come O prince..?
When shall my true love win..?
*****
Poet: Amrita Ghosh
Link: http://amritaghosh.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/the-final-analysis/
Title of the Poem: The Final Analysis
It’s been quite a while,
Since Love played the guile.
Leaving her feeling like a dried up tablet,
Forgotten on a shelf, past it’s expiry date.
Still at times the much battered heart beats madly,
Making her wonder, albeit a bit crazily.
Did Love really die from pangs of starvation,
Or, was the final prognosis an acute case of indigestion?
*****
Poet: Lynn
Link: http://lynnlivelaughlove.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/head-vs-heart/
Title of the Poem: Head vs Heart
i’ve got a poem in my head
poetry in my heart
i wanna write it down
but don’t know where to start
so many thoughts and words
constantly coming through
i only wanna write the ones
that i know are for sure true
but i can’t trust this mind
it’s full of impure thoughts
it’s seeking answers
my heart knows can’t be sought
so i’ll just say
the only thing i know is true
you are my inspiration
and i love you
*****
Poet: Artswebshow
Link: artswebshow.com/2010/08/11/collaboration-with-cac…
Title of the Poem: Apples and pears
.
Apples and pears, the doctor does say.
What do you want them for?
I need money to survive these harsh days
Don’t contribute to my downfall
.
Nutrients and vigor is what you claim.
What evidence have you
That they shall keep me away?
A pesky couplet i’ll put an end to!
.
Oh doctor is see.
How very silly of me,
To listen to health fanatics,
Who infest my T.V
.
Well let’s not heave ourselves overboard
Health is my sport.
Pill popping and consultations,
Are my expert retort.
.
Hmm, but what use is sport,
If you get hit by a bus?
Or fall off a cliff edge,
By a winds fateful gust.
.
You seem to forget.
The examination is set.
My fee many hundreds
I’ll take cash or check.
*****
Poet: Kavita
Link: http://kavisionz.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/shaded-in-love/
Title of the Poem: Shaded In Love
He tousled my long flowing hair
And then played with a strand
I sensed a start to this affair
‘Twas Heaven here, on land
I was reborn…
He ran his hand over my brow
To his warm touch, I froze
My eyes saw his desire grow
I simpered and went rose
I was shy…
His fingers traced along my lips
My mind went weak and light
I wanted to taste him in sips
And sing in wild delight
I was ecstatic…
He let some water droplets fall
Placed some on my shoulder
I stood beneath the waterfall
Behind a strong boulder
I was soaked…
He looked at me, his work of art
And wished I were alive
Felt no beat in my paper heart
On his easel, I would thrive
I was… I just was…
*****
Poet: Rhythm of The Soul
Link: http://rhythmofmysoul.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/my-promises/
Title of the Poem: My Promises
In my
Heart I’ll hold you
Safe and warm with my love;
A love so selfless, a love that you
Gave me.
I’d hear
Anything you have
To speak, even if I don’t
Understand; Everything you say is
Special.
Dearest
You’ll always be
To me, for my love grows
Everyday, and will keep multiplying
Forever.
Because
I love you for
Who you are; you can be
Yourself with me; You’ll never have
To change.
I’d be
With you in every
Single thing you do, Never
Coming in the way of your heart. I
Love you.
*****
Poet: JP Leady
Link: http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2010/07/18/heart-dream/
Title of the Poem: Heart Dream
My eyes close moistened with tears
I ache for a vision of you in my dreams
I wanted to see you in my awareness
But I only see others
In these pressing crowds, I feel alone
So I welcome sleep
I pray the Master Dream weaver will send me to you
To be intertwined in floating beautifulness
Where things of the heart paint the skies
And bring to blossom the land beneath
Every day, you fill more parts of my heart
I cannot fight it
I will not fight it
I surrender willingly to the journey
Even if it is only in the realm of dreams
The dream settles me always by a beach
Where my vivid thoughts of you swim through my mind
As I sit along the white sands by the Tasi
Master Dream weaver whispers:
“Your heart now resides on the shores of Knysna”
I hope the morning does not come soon…..
*****
Poet: Frayed Edges
Link: http://frayedges.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/do-not-drive-slowly-throughout-the-dark-night/
Title of the Poem: Don’t Drive Slowly Through the Dark Night
Just some fun with Dylan Thomas:
Do not drive slowly throughout the dark night,
Old ladies driving, blocking up the way;
Race, race against the changing of the light.
A semi-truck turning towards the right,
Its giant body keeping cars at bay
Do not drive slowly throughout the dark night.
A Cadillac its headlights on too bright,
Thus blinding you and causing you delay
Race, race against the changing of the light.
Mini vans in front hindering your flight,
All traffic laws they feel they must obey
Do not drive slowly throughout the dark night.
Your home ahead and almost within sight
Oh why must traffic be so dense today?
Race, race against the changing of the light.
Your patience now has reached its greatest height
But finally you make it home to stay.
Do not drive slowly throughout the dark night.
Race, race against the changing of the light.
*****
Poet: Fantastic Minds
Link: http://luisydomonique.wordpress.com/2010/08/01/unviewed-spectacle/
Title of the Poem: Unviewed Spectacle
See here! Enjoy the dichotomy of the brilliant
As humans we forgo capabilities both pure and ill
Here we lay, sentient beings of limitless potential
Rotting away, decomposing, polluting at will
A parasite on our hostess, poor dear mother earth
We continue our prodigal expenditure.
On a withering rock, mistakenly given us birth
We suck the tit; we have yet to mature.
The Universe knows this and turns away
Abandoned us on the Milky-Way
Praying profusely that we might,
Not discover interstellar flight
It need not worry, our brilliance has peaked
And only of ghettoes and corpses we’ll reek
A fruit past its prime and a miserably story
We’re fast to decompose, we’re in a hurry
A sink for the once believed brilliant thoughts
Our fallible culture will finally rot.
Through a box we become bland
Ensuring the devolution of free-will
And –
Nothingness
*****
Poet: Imagina
Link: http://imagina1.wordpress.com/2010/06/18/ode-to-chocolate/
Title of the Poem: Ode to chocolate
Satiny-smooth, your dark myth
is a fruit
of human’s quest for pleasure.
Gliding, on my lips, my tongue
resilient, fluid,
from liquid to solid you change.
*
Lovers praised you,
Your dark, tanned complexion
Smooth, shiny body
Serenade and poetry in
full flavor. Aphrodisiac,
seducing as the Goddess herself.
*
There’s no shine and aroma
that promised palatial
contentment
such as yours, O divine
harvest of the Gods.
*
Mysterious, potent chocolate
Are you forever a happy ending?
Many have known you for your bitter after-taste.
*
In the end,
You need sugar, caramel, fudge, Ganache, praline, fondant,
Et cetera et cetera
to compliment you.
And the purity of pallid cream and milk
to smooth down your dark edges.
*****
Poet: Hoiden
Link: http://hoiden.wordpress.com/2010/08/14/game-of-life/
Title of the Poem: Game of life
Its a crazy funny world
Where people put others in pain
for them to stay sane
So you’ve got to stay
Always one step
ahead of the game…
Laugh all you want
Cry till you’re free
Dream till you can’t sleep…
Live for the simplest of things
pushing all your expectations away
But live life for you
and no one else
Chuck away a friend who dumped you
mourn and find another…
There’s nothing more special
than this moment now…
If someone tries to push you around
smile and grow roots
far into the ground
You are stronger than you look
Love like you’ve never loved before
Don’t be afraid of being hurt
Its all part of being Human
All part of the game called Life
*****
Poet: Poetry Matters
Link: http://beginningpoetry.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/moving-toward-peace-cont/
Title of the Poem: hope for Peace
Perhaps be-
neath this com-
plex too often bro-
ken world a
seed of hope
silently pulses
perhaps
beneath shards
of concrete & bro-
ken glass & shear-
ed steel beams
seeds of peace
are unfolding
thick fibrous roots
pushing into the fertile earth
pushing fragile shoots upward
toward the freshness of air
perhaps.
*****
Poet: Celebrating A Year
Link: http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/week-95/
Title of the Poem: I Must Begin again
I must begin again
working against my fear
in spite of our bargain
there’s no way back from here
working against my fear
it feels like a nightmare
there’s no way back from here
I wonder if I care
it feels like a nightmare
I don’t know what to do
I wonder if I care
what will become of you
I don’t know what to do
to set the future free
what will become of you
if I choose honesty
to set the future free
in spite of our bargain
if I choose honesty
I must begin again
*****
Poet: Amanda
Link: http://buttercup600.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/somewhere-thursday-poets-rally-week-26/
Title of the Poem:Somewhere
Somewhere
oceans are
cold and dark
Somewhere
rain flags
silver drops
Somewhere
your voice
lost in space
Somewhere
only me
just a dream
Somewhere
my soul
torn apart
because
you
are
not
here
Somewhere
*****
Poet: Words from A Wall
Link: http://awallinsight.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/speed-slack/#comments
Title of the Poem: Speed Slack
carry me away
don’t tarry, I pray
with all the celerity lose your clarity
fastest feeling in the world
precipitancy of a freight train
with the heartbeat of a hummingbird and wings like one too
viral velocity plunges deeper while the edge becomes steeper
expedite my expedition
no longer an alien to sedition
facilitate the race with sniffs so swift
legerity defined with your hand in mine
propulsion from the white girl herself
can’t you feel her coming?
crash into that brick wall
this girl plays hard ball
hasten your hurry
hypersonic hair-trigger keeps us on top
red alert signal siren wont make us stop
hands reminiscent of a snow-covered sapling
shuddering in the stillness
powder dusting shrouding illness
friable achromatic
eburnean automatic
corpuscle crush
breathe in, hush
savor the rush
release nonexistent
surrendered resistance
ferry me farther into the unknown
faith has grown
or maybe sensibility has slackened
*****
Poet: A Poem A Day 2010
Link: http://mstevensson.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/save-me/
Title of the Poem: Save Me
Why would I be saved
From this pit that has caved?
Why would I be freed
From this ground with no seed?
Why would He care
About this man so unfair?
Why would He seek
One with morals so weak?
Why would I be safe
From those with no faith?
Why would you kill
With your goddamn free will?
Why have I left
From this bitter-sweet theft?
Why have we sinned
And let had our beliefs so thinned?
*****
Poet: My poetry, I write myself, K?
Link: http://ambeywhaler.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/dear-best-friend-for-thursday-poets-rally-week-26/
Title of the Poem: Dear best friend
Dear best friend.
Don’t die.
You aren’t allowed.
You mean too much.
Please don’t die.
You’re pretty much my sister.
I’d die without you.
Don’t be sick.
You know neither of us can take this anymore.
You’re one of the 3 people I don’t refuse to cry in front of.
I can lean on you, and you can fall on me.
Remember the “best school year ever”?
Remember our “friends”?
I wish they weren’t on drugs now.
You’re the only one who told me i won’t become a bitch again.
I don’t believe it.
I’m really worried about you.
We keep eachother strong.
This probably made you cry.
Just remember I love you, and to hang in there.
Love, me.
*****
Poet: Splash of Expression
Link: http://splashofexpression.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/she-believed-thursday-poets-rally-week-26/
Title of the Poem: She Believed
She Believed.
That he was her prince
Sent to rescue her from the
Dragons in her past
She Believed…
That when he closed his eyes
His heart found hers
The way his hands
Found her face in the dark
She Believed…
Him as he whispered in between kisses
All the delicate blessings
His heart laid upon her
As she opened the entrance to her temple
Granting him permission to enter
She Believed…
That his love would heal wounds
From the abrasive world
And when she needed a break
She could find solace
In his eyes
All the things She Believed in
s[He] be[Lie]ve[d] about
*****
Poet: The Seeds of Thought
Link: http://theseedsofthought.wordpress.com/
Title of the Poem: Troika
Silhouette limbs linger ~ reluctant to relinquish ~ luminous horizon
★
Star-pierced silence ~ on fluid velvet wings ~ spreading westward
☆
Darkness’ talons ~ rake fervent fingers ~ from white ashes
*****
Poet: Literacy Paroxysm
Link: http://literaryparoxysm.wordpress.com/2010/08/07/a-ramble/
Title of the Poem: A ramble
Baby dolls
with immense
blue eyes gawk at
me in fishnet stockings
sucking on cocoons killing
the butterfly before it is born.
Tiny tin toy soldiers shoot them
in the head and their heads explode
and splatter cotton candy all over a white
wall. Callous cats with prickly tangerine tongues
lick the wall clean. Sick they become and regurgitate
what they ate. And from the appalling acidy scum that
covers the floor bright butterflies emerge and fly away.
*****
Poet: Tracy Harris
Link: http://tracyhsays.com/2010/08/11/august-12-2010-muse-and-darkness/
Title of the Poem: Muses and Darkness
weary of platitudes and pleasantries
tired of obsequious praise
caught in a web of niceties
an insipid suffocating malaise
Muse and Darkness haunt me
possessing my poet’s pen
daring me to write pure and true
exposing the me that’s under my skin
baring the nerves so you know how I feel
showing my blood pulse through my veins
flaying muscle from bone to see why I move
to hide scars on my heart, the stains of the pains
Muse and Darkness compel me
to release my fear and lay down my pride
and pick up a sharper pen with truer ink
tear a door in my heart and invite you inside
*****
Poet: I Rhyme Without Reason
Link:http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/08/16/angel/
Title of the Poem:Angel
My love
Beautiful
You look
Dressed
In silvery
Velvet
Prettiest
Of girls
Dancing
Alone
Tonight
Inviting
Your eyes
Ask me
To be your
Partner
The wind
Echoes your
Melancholic
Laughter
I want to
My darling
But I cannot
You’re near
Yet so far
Like moon
Beside you
Smile wanes
But never
Memories
*****
Poet: Poems By GJK
Link: http://gjkpoems.wordpress.com/category/best-of-gjk/
Title of the Poem: hover, 2006
60mph northbound into town
both palms damp on the wheel
a fast pearl jam song churns
spills thick and loud
from four speakers
bounces from pane to pane
captured within glass
sound crashes in my thirsty ears
pierces deep into my guts
incense smoke drifts up
from the dashboard
(a thin stick wedged
in the panel below the a.c.
drops ash to the carpet)
and my foot presses down
with urgency matching the song
surging now to 70mph
then i hover motionless
above the highway
the car caught in freeze-frame
as everything else slides by.
the road beneath moves as water
and the fields float as clouds
past my eyes that stare blankly ahead
disbelieving and entranced.
the world falls away
and i am rising
out of my self
lifted without form into the sky
expanding high above the earth
and flowing with impossible speed
i burn toward the sun.
*****
Poet: Catharsis
Link: http://h0ll0wd0ll.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/loves-whispers/
Title of the Poem: Lover’s Whisper
…
your words are kindling,
sparking fires in my heart.
speak to me, my love
….
…
my soul is a drum
played by your voice in my ear.
oh, such sweet music.
…
…
sigh for me again,
it echoes my own longing:
our hearts sing one song.
…
*****
Poet: Carolina
Link: http://unprecedentedintellectual.wordpress.com/2010/08/08/three-minute-pause/
Title of the Poem: Three Minute Pause
It was a regular day
Nothing spectacular really about it
And then you came to see me
Changing any ordinary day to an extraordinary experience
On this day you took a pause when you saw me
Paused like you were awed by me
Hugged me a little longer than necessary
Drank me in like ten-year old wine
And in the middle of this special day
You held me in your arms
Cupped my cheeks in your hands
Got real close and breathed my breath
I waited for the kiss that was sure to come
But you stood there
Me on my tiptoes
Reaching up to you
Hips to my hips
Chest to my breast
Mouth slightly open
And the world stopped
Took a little pause
Celebrated what we have
Took a collective sigh of applause
It was the change that made my day a special day
That special three-minute pause
*****
Poet: Gaurav Sharma
Link: http://gauravsharma05f.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/for-my-country/
Title of the Poem: for My Country
It’s great to live in a country big and strong
It doesn’t matter if you are young or old
Our thoughts are as good as gold
Where we go on land or sea
We can always be happy and free
Free to express our thoughts and then
Even express them over again
To different people no matter what color or race
In India for them there is always a place
An unique country,
one which requires a special taste,
the one which I live in,
a country we can’t waste.
I love her special feeling,
one which I can’t describe,
I love her special home,
open for all to arrive.
I love my country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!
People of great devotion to God
Human beings whose journey blends to survive
In every details of life, across the globe
Love of others is their deep expression of care
Near and far, across the seas and beyond the mountains
Even unto the skies their legacy is penned
So as too, to be remembered
As the pearl of the orient .
I’ll get down on both my knees and bend
To thank God I am an Indian
In a country great and grand
Who wants to be anywhere else
Except in India where we can do so much expand
India will always be my land.
*****
Poet: The Book of Noha
Link: http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/go-and-catch-a-falling-star/
Title of the Poem: Go and Catch A Falling Star
a star so bright
a cloud so white
is all what
I can see tonight..
one day
I wished upon
a falling a star
and you came true
but became so far
tonight
looking up my window
the only things I can
glimpse in the sky
one little distant shining star
one white as snow cloud
and the only thought I had in mind
may the one who has your love
be blessed…
*****
Poet: Jessica Japes
Link: http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/a-claw-descended/
Title of the Poem: A Claw Descended
A claw descended coldly,
Raking my heart.
A blackened cloud rested upon my soul.
Love engraved itself upon my skin,
Letters biting deeply across the flesh.
A touch of his lips iced my thoughts,
A glacier of despondency sloughed its path.
His fingertips burned my arms,
But the pleasure screamed within me.
Desertion deserved,
Trailing my blood and soul behind him,
*****
Poet: The 10TH Muse
Link: http://arspoetica.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/found-and-lost/
Title of the Poem: found and lost
I pass my days floating
low in the clear waters of
late summer’s heedless oblivion,
skin warmed by a sun whose
heartbeat is never quite strong
enough to burn the winter
out of my soul. Caged by salt-
streaked bones lies a conscience
both weak and heavy, waiting
while my eyes scan ever
the horizon, searching
for a truth they won’t recognize:
I was not meant
for paradise.
*****
Poet: Ms. Weger
Link: http://perdiemhaiku.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/schlaflys-guilty-pleasure/
Title of the Poem: schlafly’s guilty pleasure
I’m wondering what
Phyllis Schlafly thinks about
a term like chick-lit.
Saccharine nonsense?
Or, secret guilty pleasure?
Read late at night, hair/
passions loose, dreams of
subversive trysts and toweled
boys in cabanas…?
*****
Poet: Joanny
Link: http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/08/sultry-august-summer-has-peaked-almost.html
Title of the Poem: A flight of Fancy
Sultry August summer has peaked,
almost turning to fall
Fleeting thoughts of moonlight
walks on the beach,
Sweet and wistful
memories of eating cotton candy
And my loves lingering
sugary kisses on my lips,
as we dissolved our
boundaries in mutual bliss
one golden summer day.
Our summer romance,
all gone too quickly
as I watch this summer go,
too soon the cooler winds of change
echo — Come it is time to go
bringing different colors, different shades,
gone will be the blush of roses,
as leaves turn scarlet and golden
tell them my love
how you have tasted
summers savory delights
thoughts of your sensual kisses linger,
but our summer passions dimmer,
I will leave you behind,
without an embracing goodbye,
before the seasons change,
my summer love.
*****
Poet: lady83
Link: http://ladyg83.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/not-you-its-me/
Title of the Poem: not you, it’s me
You are past tense
lost innocence
joylessness
Poisoned words
ooze from your lips
acidic quips
at your fingertips
Regurgitate
the famous speech
not you it’s me
save the soliloquy
drown in your pomposity
you are now dead to me.
*****
Poet: sillyfrog
Link: http://sillyfrogsusan.wordpress.com/2010/08/13/childs-play
Title of the Poem: cHild’s PlAy
sparkle
lighting up rooms
living
to her own
tune
no wonder
why
never questioned
being
bubble of being
asking
about all things
loving
…who is inspired
*****
Poet: Heartspell
Link: http://heartspell.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/freedom-chain/
Title of the Poem: Freedom Chain
How can I make a difference in a world full of woe
in a world that’s ever-changing, I’m searching high to know
Still a dreamer, dreaming in hope, of a way
to make some vastly everlasting mark today
A change that inspires; a change that lights a spark
One that catches like wildfire, to pull us out of the dark
The only answer that seems true is to make love, to give love
to be love and to live love, starting with each day anew
I know it can’t be done alone, it is so much bigger than me
But together we can join and so set the world free
So, come with me now; hold onto my hand
Turn to the one next to you, help them up to a stand
Make a chain of love, it will be so much stronger than
sorrow or grief, anger or despair; as you bind tightly with your fellowman
Let your goal be one of forgiveness for all the sad hurts of the past
Move forward in hope toward a love that will last
Love first, your God, your significant other
Love your beautiful children, your sisters and your brothers
Love and be kind to the creatures; love this great, grand earth
Love the sky above and the glistening sea; cherish fully your own birth
Give back more, for every single thing you take
Be thankful for each morning as you again, awake
Love this life with all your tender heart; really live this life in your own best way
It could erase all hatred and cease then, all wars, holding evil’s tightly gripped hand at bay
So, I’ll begin my difference-making right now, today
I’ll start by extending my hand in love, your way
Come with me now
*****
Poet: Suzi
Link: http://suzicate.wordpress.com/2010/08/13/love-and-peace/
Title of the Poem: Love and Peace
We were there, you and I
Long before time existed
We were the promise made
Before the mountains formed
We were the memory of beauty
Before the sun ever rose
Somehow they buried us
Beneath the ruins of poverty and war
They tried to say we didn’t matter
That the world didn’t need us
They hardened their hearts
And rolled up their shirt sleeves
They mangled us in the political system
And trampled us in the name of religion
But some still feel our warmth
And they pray for our safety
The moon will stand still
And the waters will sweep by
Yet we shall remain
*****
Poet: Purvi
Link: http://puplumages.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/goodnight-dear-people/
Title of the Poem: Good Night, Dear People
Life on its tipsy scales
Tips to left and right on rails..
Holding onto our beliefs
We clutch the hollow joys & griefs
Till a day arrives when sun
Shines through, all thoughts undone
That Moved at the pace of snail
That life is turned on its tail
Topsy turvy tumbling haywire
Yet smiling, fulfilling all desire
Till then we prod, quietly we hum
Trodding along a path unsung
Awaiting for the tides to arrive
Till then we slog, for that we strive
The moon to shine blue or bright
And letting its magic act that night
For the Day to let enter the true light
Alight sweet dreams, Ahoy! Goodnight
*****
Poet: Pink Lady
Link: http://pinklady-bing.blogspot.com/2010/08/heavens-gate.html
Title of the Poem: Heaven’s Gate
the words stopped flowing
tears flooded my face
i was speechless
my heart was heavy
pain tore it apart…
the dreaded news came
you passed away and joined our Creator
was it just a day after
i debated with myself
if i’d go see you on your deathbed…
i was crying as i rushed to see you
only to miss that turn when i was near
as cowardice gripped me
i told myself, “tomorrow”
for i needed to collect my thoughts…
but tomorrow proved too far
for someone who was in great pain
you didn’t even live to see the next sunlight
that broke through
your window pane that morning…
when i finally found the courage to see you
you were in a deep solemn slumber
wiping away all traces of pain
that devoured your body and spirit
looking beautiful as ever…
hard as it is to say goodbye
we know it is only for now
and take comfort in knowing
that you are at heaven’s gate
waving at us with a big smile…
*****
Poet: in the pursuit of distractions
Link: http://wp.me/pyJr0-1c
Title of the Poem: My Gift
My gift to you is intangible but, very overt.
It cannot be measured yet, at some point you can gauge its worth.
It can most be seen as a basket of: comfort, little joys, laughter and love.
My gift is my eyes,
to look at you kindly when you most need it,
to stare at you when you have done something inappropriate.
My gift is my lips,
to say the words you most wanted to hear,
and even say the words you wouldn’t accept.
My gift is my shoulders,
for you to lean on when you need support.
and to give you a nudge when you seem at lost of what to do.
My gift is my arms,
to hug you,
in tears and in smiles.
Or just because.
My gift is my two hands,
to hold yours when you feel cold and alone,
and to wipe your stubborn tears.
My gift to you is my two feet,
to walk miles with you,
definite or unknown destinations.
And my most precious gift to you,
Is my heart.
That sees the good in you,
That speaks my sisterly love (for I lack blood-related one)
That tells me to be there even in silence
That will go with you all the way, despite my physical absence.
That will never falter, even when the world turned its back.
Those are my gifts,
And my promise
That I will forever keep.
Poet: JUST ME
Link: http://special-k611.blogspot.com/2010/08/paranoia.html
Title of the Poem: paranoia
In the beginning, she was invincible
A bullet proof Kevlar vest, nothing could touch her
She could not be broken, believing in herself, her dreams
Always knowing she could do anything, the world was hers up for grabs
All she needed was to take command, of herself, her presence, her everything
One she accomplished this she could do anything,
Then one day she heard the voice loud, speaking into her quiet mind
The demon had found its way inside,
Demanding control over all her actions, thoughts, speaking of conspiracy plots
Telling her, she must obey; always do exactly what they say
Taking a backseat in her mind, no other options but to go along for the ride
To a destination unknown at the time would be to a place so deep inside
Foreign and unknown to her, a place where darkness began to stir,
It finally happened, all at once and suddenly,
forgetting who she used to be
That is the day the voice took over, being the demons turn to control her
Inside, the demon she did dread, sending vibrations through her head,
In the deepness inside her, the demon was bad; she must have known she was going mad
Everyone peering, poking, and looking inside, the way out would be impossible to find
Would she forever be trapped and paranoid, never knowing how to fill the void?
Only a memory, a thought, or perception of what used to be,
Is that all there is left of me?
*****
Poet: Rhyme and Circumstance
Link: http://rhymeandcircumstance.wordpress.com/2010/08/07/struggle/
Title of the Poem: Struggle
I remember what they said:
I’d never get ahead
And I wouldn’t be much
Because of who I was and where I was at
That I was black
And I would always have to use that
As a crutch
Dribble that ball and pray to get tall
Or write those rhymes
Learn that dance
Those are the skills that would give me a chance
And I better give this lesson to my unborn son
That’s what they said
That’s how it is if you’re where I’m from
In spite of that
I clawed and scratched
To get where I’m at
In spite of a system that would try to hold me back
And contain my potential
Put my dreams in a ball or pad and a pencil
I made it
Heart and soul, I gave it
Wasn’t around for X and King’s struggle
But I had my own version and fought it
Sought success and got it
Here I stand
Ready for what comes next
With a line drawn in the sand
*****
Poet: Jingle
Linkhttp://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/08/blogging-is-fun-when.html
Title: Blogging is fun when
Blogging Is Fun
When you focus on the art people have done,
When you introduce your friends to become mine,
When you offer comments as crispy as the rising sun,
When you laugh and giggle with a bottle of wine,
When you discover the magic in number 9,
When you greet your friends with kindness, one by one,
When your writing talent starts to shine,
When your post is gracefully done,
When you find the joy in praising the Divine,
When you learn how to tag someone
For friendship to form and begin.
Blogging is fun
When you fly instead of run,
When you are tickled by a potential fan,
When you offend absolutely NO ONE!
Blogging is fun
When____________________.
*****
Hello, everyone!
Promising Poets Parking Lot is excited to publish the 3rd poetry journal of the week-August 12-18, in celebrating remarkable finish of Thursday Poets Rally week 26! All our poets are brilliant artists who have been excellent writers and poetry promotion leaders…We are proud that we have about a dozen FRESH talents coming in this past week.
Let me know if I overlooked your work or you have found errors in the work being represented here.
Thursday Poets Rally Week 27 will take place during the week
August 26-Sept 1 , 2010,
A post about the detailed information of the Rally will be up on August 25, 2010 at
http://www.jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com…
52 poets with 44 are represented upon agreement plus 8 Participated, for those who are not represented but participated, if you wish your work to show up here, please check out Week 26 agreement link…Thanks!
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