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Promising Poets Parking Lot is excited to publish the 9th poetry journal of the week-November 4-11, celebrating remarkable ending of Thursday Poets Rally week 32. All our poets are brilliant artists who have been excellent writers and poetry promotion leaders…We are proud that we have about up to 50 FRESH talents coming in this past week.
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Thursday Poets Rally Week 33 Will
take place during the week
November 18-24.
A post about the detailed information of the Rally will be up on
November 17, 2010 at
http://www.jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com…
more than 105 entries with more 40 FIRST TIME participants.
Wow, Love You, New Poets!
Welcome Back, seasoned Poets!
Hope to See You All On Week 33. xxx
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lovelyannie79 http://itslovelyannie.com/2010/11/03/something-about-bones/
Something about bones
spreading like hard spider webs
across my chest
speak of a dark time
in a solitary cell.
He visits me there
my bones will ache cold
as I lay silent, contorted
on my sleepless bed.
I listen to him
drunk and stumbling to the door
my body recollects
the times blazing with poison
becoming too much.
He says sorry as
I return; naked
trusting liquor tears.
I conceded to all
and my anger is rising
to boil off his skin.
I never said no
but there’s something about bones
spreading thin with him.
*****
Olivia https://oliviasmindlymatters.wordpress.com/2010/10/29/i-dream/
I weep my story- between my sobs..
How do you ever know that I need you..?
As you wipe my tears; I wonder bewildered-
Till how long will I hopelessly dream of you?
*****
Riika:http://riikainfinityy.com/2010/11/05/life-runs-on-code/
It been awhile
since I greeted you
every single morning
I can still remember
the very first day
I meet you
You give me a lot of headache
but slowly you start blending
into my life and everything
seems normal until vacation
I forget all about you once again
And now I am back
You give me headache again
But I guess I can still handle
Lines of codes driven
deep within my mind
Almost fall asleep
but not yet
It is a chance for me to know you again
and I will make sure I will not forget you
for you make my life the most
fulfilling yet miserable
As always, Microsoft quoted
/* life runs on code */
My life is now running threads of it
Definitely
*****
Kellie: http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/into-the-blue/
winter pecks;
suffocation falls
upon sacral soil
and brittle limbs
illuminated by Nvdadegwa
venter seized in fists
of dejected prehension
dormant mewl upon retrospect
as bleak November
imparts no penance
washing earth in singed pine
freezing trails of sorrow
in unwavering demise
while solstice sun’s dissolve
into the blue
to the cry of grieving crow
*****
Kavita: http://kavisionz.wordpress.com/2010/11/06/brightened-up/
Festive is the mood
Crackers bursting, smiles floating
Not the time to brood
Aromas adrift
Tastebuds tickled by sweet treats
All senses too swift
Celebrating life
Joys and cheers spread across
Forgotten is strife
Earthen lamps flicker
Lining doors and windows tall
Stars indoors glitter
Glowing completely
Homes, bodies and hearts alike
*****
Jessicas Japes: http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/10/29/i-want-chocolate/
I want a man called Chocolate
who takes me to the heights of
ecstasy
with one tiny lick
I want a man called Chocolate
who can excite me even when still
wrapped up
in his coat
I want a man called Chocolate
who can transport me to Heaven as he melts in
my mouth
so slowly
I want a man called Chocolate
who can come in so many
varieties
white, dark and milky
I want a man called Chocolate
who can be bought for so little yet is always
my prince
lying naked in my hands.
*****
Christopher:http://industrialarts.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/more-poems
I am sitting here in my demise
hating you and all you do
knowing that what has transpired
just made us tired
and upset
I am smoking one last cigarette
to salute all of my regrets
before I do as they say
to kingdom come
there was a time when I was a man
when I knew what I had
when I was young and looked ahead
now I’m broke and wishing I was dead
but then that would be my curse
upon the one person i can’t hurt
so I will just stay and suffer more
because I can’t step through the last door
I will never be death’s whore
I will just love her
*****
Jamie Dedes:http://musingbymoonlight.com/2010/11/05/hearts-under-lock-and-key/
I really wanted
to speak to you of this:
the love I had wild
and so long ago
that now it’s dry
parched like a river
·
during drought season
once it was a moist love
as a green spring rain
delicate as snow
prolific as a poet
I gave you my love
·
a well-written poem
on twenty-pound linen
you handed love back
wrinkled and torn
and nicotine stained
smelling of whiskey
·
I handed you love
on our white wedding day
when you kept your heart
under lock and key
and your eyes wouldn’t
seek me at the rail
·
I gave love to you
in the palms of our child
you brushed his sweet face
and flew away to
lose yourself in a
gold land with gold girls
·
now I keep my heart
safe under lock and key
and heavy the lock is
closed so tight with rust
and no hope in sight
and no hope wanted
*****
Raji: http://thepoetrywagon.blogspot.com/2010/11/smiles-of-summer-night.html
Radiating through violet shadows
resplendent rays of moonlit charm
Smiles of a summer night.
Velvet moss on pavement grey
elegant shimmer of crystal stream,
Radiating through violet shadows,
Maple adorning colors of Fall,
bedecking a world, still and calm,
resplendent rays of moonlit charm.
Butterflies engaged in spirited plays
Gently rings the memory bell, like
Smiles of a summer night.
*****
Leo: http://leonnyes.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/inspiration/
Inspiration – my
Companion in
Every pursuit; I’d
Be lost without
Every moment
Lost in its depths
I forget lament
Time flies away
Years like seconds
Inspiration – my
Guide to emotions
Paper to quills of
Subtle points; even
In friendship, it’s
Always ubiquitous
Its wield over me
Isn’t scary, I trust
The path it takes
Inspiration – the
Light that has led
Me to where I am
Today; it’s wicks
Burning eternally
In oil of hopes; it
Shows me future
As I forge on with
Expectations and
Desires born new
*****
Ibok:http://lordemmanuel.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/poetry-is/
Poetry is you
Poetry is me
Poetry’s the hue
our mind’s eyes see.
Poetry is abstract
as much as it attract
your sense of reading
to the poet’s ideas written.
Poetry’s the child
of brains run wild
Poetry is anything
that conjures words to meaning.
Poetry is wings
fly away at will
explore horizons
reach Infinity and beyond.
Poetry is you
Poetry is me
Poetry’s as true
as the mind’s eyes see.
*****
Someone Is Special: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2010/11/three-knots.html
He… ……She
A marriage of two souls
united by three knots
with sacred thread
of lifelong love
respect &
trust as
WE
*****
A. B. Thomas: http://abthomas.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/the-poets-rally-week-32/
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Naba: http://naba1987.wordpress.com/2010/11/09/the-dead-man-talking/
I’m standing by the graveyard,
It’s half past three,
There’s so many people passing by,
Not one spares a look at me,
I take a step forward, oh what I see!
Covered all over in mud and grime,
Hey! that guy looks just like me!
I was in a spot,
My heart had gone into a tailspin,
What I had before my eyes,
It was so hard believing,
Was I drunk? Now, I must be dreaming,
What’s this eerie, cold feeling,
I just can’t shake it..
Last night, in my car,
I was just doing my thing,
Driving down the highway,
My radio playing Jay Sean,
Just then, I felt the wind on my face,
Broken shards of glass all over the place.
I tried to hold on tight,
Amidst the deepening fright,
The devil in sight,
His smile so downright.
I don’t want to go,
It’s not my time,
I’ve got so much to do,
Like write a song that doesn’t just rhyme!
I’m standing by the graveyard,
No one’s looking at me,
I look at the clock tower,
It’s half past three….
Walk a little closer,
Hey! that guy looks just like me!
*****
Suzanne:http://roundpeoplesquareearth.wordpress.com/2010/11/07/a-night-in-the-airport/
I slept at the airport last night,
-read papers of opinion.
I squeezed myself into a cubicle there,
-an channel and a screen,
(pass the time)
-A mother and the keys.
I wrote to you, and to God,
-of lonely days and long nights,
-of faces chosen wrong, for directions.
Dawn brings the quake of great birds rising,
Thunderous applause for the coming of the sun!
Sleek bodies shake the vertigo.
The edges of the sky,
turn blue.
The dome expands,
for modern dinosaurs of design.
*****
Colors of mind:http://chinmay28.wordpress.com/2010/10/25/hope/
It’s a chisel that sculpts your dreams.
It’s a lantern for your mind in the dark.
It’s a solace in the Herculean swim upstream.
It’s an immortal drink at the desert’s embark.
Do you know why I do hope?
I feel fearless even on a sticky wicket.
I see happiness even in a desperate thrashing.
I feel confident even with one of my feet in a trouncing.
And i deem serene even amongst the most vivid thoughts.
Do you still wonder why do we hope?
Do you still speculate why it’s so special in scope?
The answer is simple, but ample to ponder:
Hope is the reason why tomorrow exists in thrust,
And it’s the only thing in the world we can trust.
*****
My story so far:http://mcpaperz.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/the-monster/
the Monster came back the other night, and it stayed for two days.
the Monster lives inside of me and works in painful ways.
why, i ask, did the Monster choose me?
when all i ask for is peace and serenity.
i guess because the Monster sees, a child who owes it overdue fees.
my home is now within a glass house, so the Monster hunts me like i’m the scared mouse.
……….
no where to run.
no where to hide.
the Monster will chase me and eat me alive.
……….
what is this monster doing to my brain? anxiety is bad, but this is insane.
so I try to tell those in my life and explain to them this never-ending strife.
that’s cuts into my spirit, just like a knife.
but all that comes out
are unsure trembles,
and a ghost of what i used to resemble.
……….
the Monster tricked me
for 25 years…
it promised me safety, happiness and cheer.
but all those promises turned into tears, and now I am left locked into fear.
so i try to place the blame on others
but deep inside me i know it’s not you.
it’s not him.
not her.
it’s me.
that’s true.
……….
so Monster, Monster, come out and play,
i’m ready to face you
since you’re here to stay.
*****
Jackjericho http://jackbrewis.wordpress.com/2010/11/07/the-funeral/
thinking back thirty years
to that hazy day;
a cool breeze
moving cherry blossom petals;
pink confetti swirling.
a single plume of blue grey
from a spent wick; a small dying ember
the celebration of the departed
now complete.
columns of light
through stained glass;
a thick illuminating hue of red
and yellow across a marble floor
the sound of the passing bell
tears from bloodshot eyes
down cheecks
and stubble chins;
friends, family, lovers.
A man of many talents
poet, mountaineer, taxi driver
lying in wait in a cheap black suit
hair brushed back;
orange staining pollen
powdered
on white leaves and fabric
A man of many talents. And vices.
cheap women, drunken days
while my mother
worked the night shift;
a second job.
I kiss him softly on the cheek;
saying goodbye
to a good man with a broken soul
*****
Words4sfriend:http://words4afriend.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/poets-heart/
Mentally imprisoned for possession of obsession
Using up my mind twisted thoughts, gift maybe
Not by chose wishing for decisions now, rate me
Pouring words of confusion puzzlement jigsaw pieces
Foundation for lines of rhyme outlasting time
Sorry not today, forgotten art only a broken heart
Stumbling through phrases wanting praises
Brain dead collages of meaning lyrical weaning
Restless thoughts words read never heard
Pulled up beside my persuasions to hear not a….
Continuing to pencil in pictures of words every day
Is reading sound a dying art or killing a poet’s heart
Poetry; society’s dying art maybe this world not so smart
*****
Christiankane http://christiankane.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/magic-mirror/
Mirror mirror on the wall,
show me of my great downfall
Can there be a sight so sweet
As that of my soul’s defeat?
My flag is that of surrender
given over to this terror
This image makes my heart shiver
Hatred flowing like a river
Mirror mirror on the floor
your tricks became such a bore
I’ll leave your shards in a heap
You conspire to crush the weak
You are broken, magic mirror
I will throw you in the fire
Down to hell your lies will go
Finally I’ll be left alone.
*****
Rashmi http://poem-myworldofexcitement.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem30what-is-mine.html
what is mine?
is this body mine?
are the body parts mine?
are the thoughts mine?
is the sleep mine?
if its mine, I should have
complete control over these.
if I can control my body,
do I have any diseases?
if I can control my body parts,
do I fear of heart attacks?
if I can control my thoughts,
do I worry of mental troubles?
if I have control over sleep,
do I think of getting up?
we think all these are ours
not being really ours.
then what is really ours?
now , the present is ours.
nothing else my dears.
*****
Amarllyis http://amarllyis.wordpress.com/2010/10/23/silence/
It darted in the deep brown woods
and clapped and cooed and laughed and croaked.
It swooped itself, down to the clovers,
and rose high among the aged oaks.
When crisp butterflies visited wild flowers,
it fluttered beside them, holding its tongue.
Secretly it gulped in their myriad colors;
not knowing it drank reflections of the sun.
It pranced in troves amidst coarse tendrils,
and slept beside the foxes at night.
When the birds chirped their melodies at dawn,
it woke startled and fled away in fright.
It sprinted into the suffuse caves,
and lay suffused in its hollow requiem.
It spread its arms in sadistic embrace;
to devour the lioness’ hungry scream.
It twirled with the leaves lying on the earth,
and glided with the snakes in tow.
It followed the deer to the glistening rivers,
and in the merry of the waters, it was found no more…
*****
R0013: https://r0013.wordpress.com/2010/11/07/outlaw/
Only when
Unknown
Thoughts prevail will
Life have meaning enough to
Average out the
Worries of the poor.
.
Thoughts compressed
Into a thoughtless
Cadavre. Left for who?
Knock the clock off the wall
and time will stop.
*****
Creation Dreams:http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/silent-fourth-day.html
Dawn breaks, a warm grey
Trees carcasses are twisted in the back
Sinister, and looking as if trying to reach someone
And tear it limb by limb
Chickens look on that one alone, walking
They whisper
“Poor thing, it’s his day.”
“And he doesn’t even know it.”
“Yet.”
“Or even…ever.”
“It would be best not to tell him. He’s having on of his happy days.”
The cook, eyes scanning the future pot pies
Is as twisted as those trees
The eyes stop, and he leads the lone chicken
Silence befalls the farm
The blade falls and then “Shrippp!!!”
“He’s gone now.”
“We cannot do anything about it.”
“Let us mourn….”
“In silence.”
Silence as they said befell them
For their next silent fourth day
Shall another one be sacrificed
*****
Diamondanddogs:http://randomthoughtsandmusings.wordpress.com/2010/11/07/control/
Control
is
a fool’s
dream
No matter
how easy
it may
seem
To manipulate
your
surroundings
to avoid
the pain
that’s pounding
for
release
So this
agonizing
fear
can cease
Dictating
your choice
Smothering
your voice
Drowning
you in doubt
For God’s sake
just let it out!
Be done
with it!
Grab life
and run
with it!
Find your
voice
Make the
choice
and thrive
Embrace
the joy
of being
alive
Only then
will you
be whole
And wake
from this
nightmare need
for
control.
*****
Neha:http://anothermansdream.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire-to-ashes.html
Patterns and designs,
of addiction.
Every a artist,
Breathes his creation.
Through the haze,
Bloodshot eyes,
Caressing the slender muse.
Swift intake,
Rounded lips.
Fire to Ashes,
A single flick.
*****
The Juliebook:http://thejuliebook.wordpress.com/2010/11/06/the-spotlight/
One by one we climb
onto the stage; drawing us,
the warm glow at its center.
In the light: songs played,
words spoken, notes sung,
the rhythm drummed. But it’s not
the spotlight, the candlelight,
streetlight, the moonlight,
sunlight, but your light
at the center; the warm glow
drawing us. Onto the stage
we climb, one by one.
*****
Malcolm:http://delayedstudent.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/i-said-id-do-it-so-heres-the-poem/
Him, strong and tall.
Shirt sleeved, in defiance
Of November cold.
While I, aged nine,
Bundled in winter layers
Grasped the grudging warmth
Of our bonfire
With mittened hands.
The use-smoothed beech
Of the axe handle nestled
In his capable hands
The steel head shone.
The wicked edge,
Honed that morning,
Glinted in pallid sunlight.
Man and axe became
A single entity.
The flashing blade
Described a fatal arc
And the edge bit deep
Into the stout trunk
Of the doomed silver birch.
The chunk as axe met wood
Echoed in the hushed copse,
As loud as any shotgun.
Again the skilled arms
Wielded the axe,
Downward, angled
With the precision
Of a surgeon’s scalpel.
The opening wedge
Signaling the tree’s fate.
The rhythm of his swings
Hypnotizing me.
And then he stopped,
Stood back, hands on hips,
Theatrically cried “timber!” and
The tree crashed to the ground
Exactly where he’d said it would
While I applauded.
We set to work
With axe and saw.
A log-pile grew
As the day faded
Into grey dusk.
Two workmen
Wearily
Trudged home.
He stayed to eat with us
And later sat me on his knee
Hugging me tight, while Mum
Pierced honorable blisters
And painted disinfectant
On the resulting wounds.
He said that I was very brave
Even though I did cry a little.
When bedtime came around
I kissed him goodnight and
Whispered “Uncle Jim,
I wish you were my Daddy”.
He smiled and whispered back
“Who knows what the future holds?”
*****
Hope Rising:http://eyesonhope.wordpress.com/2010/11/01/i-listen-for-my-hope/
*****
JP Leddy:http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2010/11/06/soaring/
Wind in my soul
Spirit in flight
Possibilities abound
Eyes wide open
Feet dancing
Heart fluttering
Clothed in happiness
Soaring through my day
*****
M. M.: http://dasuntoucha.blogspot.com/2010/04/isnob.html
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Amity:http://intelclub.blogspot.com/2010/03/underneath-romantic-pale-moonlight.html
Underneath a quixotic, pale moonlight,
Are God’s wonderful, human creations;
We hear echoes and murmurings at night.
Mischievous guys planned they would meet tonight,
Some pretty gals who’ve shown hesitations;
Underneath a quixotic, pale moonlight.
Lovers walking in the beach, hands clasped tight,
Whispering sweet nothings and revelations;
We hear echoes and murmurings at night.
Children playing hide and seek, what a sight,
Mocking with glee, much anticipations;
Underneath a quixotic, pale moonlight.
Husband and wife banter in trivial fights,
Laughing, snuggling after such orations;
We hear echoes and murmurings at night.
And I would share with my own valiant knight,
Such bliss counting stars’ constellations,
Underneath a quixotic, pale moonlight;
We hear echoes and murmurings at night.
*****
Strummed Words:http://strummedwords.blogspot.com/2010/11/waiting.html
Awaiting
I wait for the clear,
And for shafts of light
That will not sear
A discerning view.
Rising at dawn,
I hear sounds of the night
Raining in through open windows.
I do not see them.
A filigree of shade
Cast over the view
Lends an improbable answer.
Why wait any longer?
*****
Sumit:http://myriad-sumit.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonnet-of-night.html
It has been a pleasant beautiful night
Moonlit, peaceful and still, starry and clear
My eyes shimmer at this wonderful sight
The moon is far away yet seems to be near
A lonely owl hoots beyond the dark trees
Awake, while the world rests after a long day
Crickets chirp, calling the maiden beauties
Loud enough to keep rivals out of way
A cool breeze started blowing from the west
Tree leaves rustled and hummed a melody
My lonely soul danced and rejoiced with zest
Like a celestial dancer, filled with beauty
Oh night, you bring composure and repose
And I await dawn to forget past woes
*****
W:http://wiserskydiver.wordpress.com/2010/11/01/words-three-new/
three words new
said it loud
how are you
fate found you
two worlds met
love me knew
tall dark man
smile big bright
unearthed heart inside
saw something you
fell down hill
crazy together two
fast went life
you slept through
love needn’t bribe
singing aloud rhymes
words with simile’s
lost those beliefs
one becomes two
you know too
same ain’t you
changed i too
love for you
good me new
same way please
love now you
forgive me too
last three words
never to say
dont push away
three words new
said it loud
goodbye to you
*****
yuuki-chan http://sugaryichigo.wordpress.com/2010/11/06/gedankenblitze/
If all we have is
the moment
before this train stops,
before the next heartbeat,
before that rising-from-seat sigh and that pained smile
If all our moments were
collated
in the pause between your breath
and mine,
in the hairsbreadth distance of our hands
that never seem to meet,
in the quiet that falls after every raindrop
If our everything
My everything
depended on that
chance instance when
your eyes meet mine
in that crowded hustle towards the door
When worlds collide, shaken
Masks falling like autumn leaves
on summer earth
Boy and girl staring,
rushing faster,
Never moving a muscle yet
falling-
Don’t speak – just grab my hand and run.
*****
Shawn Bird http://shawnbird.com/2010/11/06/old-love/
Sighs floating on the
Whispers of wishes and dreams,
our future unfolds
Night after night
in kisses and caresses.
With whispered words in the darkness,
we’re wrapped in rapture
year after year.
*****
WordsWorthMillions http://wordsworthmillions.wordpress.com/2010/11/06/my-religion/
What religion you follow?
who? Me?
I don’t know
for sure
I was born a Buddhist
read The life of the Buddha
went to pagodas to pray
I saw a Hindu temple
read the Gita
folded my hands
and prayed
I saw a Church
read the Bible
knelt in front of Christ on the Cross
and prayed
I saw a Mosque
read the Quran
spread my palms
for prayer
now you tell me
what religion I follow?
if you are confused
Humanity I call it
the only religion I follow
*****
belladonna23 http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/10/29/the-silent-symphony/
she turned; the dial
to the proper resting place
and its silent song became
a thunderstorm of noise.
like pulling teeth
she gummed around the question
too hard to chew
and too sour to suck.
and she did suck, well
in the mildest of terms. but
she couldn’t hear the symphony
resonating in
the dial
*****
Lu Ann:http://likesomepassingafternoon.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-everythings-wrong.html
Did I say good night?
I think I forgot to tell you that I´m sorry
and you already hung up the phone.
Did I treat you wrong?
Did I say something that made you awkward?
What was I thinking?
Sometimes I still act childish…
and sometimes I can´t understand the reason,
but of course, you know those things about me
more than what I do.
I will text you,
I need to tell you that I´m sorry,
that it was my fault
and that I will pray to God for you as every night.
I feel the letter in my wrist…
and I hope you feel it too
It is an ever lasting friendship promise…
and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
Today I want you to know
that no matter what,
I am here,
and I am so glad
you are also there .
When everything’s wrong
I remember what we always say
that God will strengthen our bones,
that with God nothing is impossible
whatever that word may end up meaning.
Today I want you to know
that, no matter what,
I am here,
and I am so glad
you are here too: just what I need.
*****
Fearless Dreams:http://fearlessdreams.wordpress.com/2010/10/28/yes-im-a-girl/
We’re stronger than you think
We can fight through anything
And you can put us down, but we’ll keep moving on
we’re the ones behind your success
but you still put us through the tests
thinking more of yourself and treating us like less
Cause…
Yes im a girl but do not think I am weak
I have the power to change ones destiny
for you to believe in me is all I seek
I have the ability to rise to the peak
yes im a girl
I am unique
You say I am of no use
You say I don’t earn for any dues
But I’m the one who keeps your home from falling apart
I’m the one who prays for you with all my heart
But you still treat me unfair
Do not respect and neither care
Cause…
Yes I’m a girl but do not think I am weak
I have the power to change ones destiny
For you to believe in me is all i seek
I have the ability to rise to the peak
Yes im a girl
I am unique
So im telling you now
Treasure your gift
Treat it well
Dont let it slip
Cause she’s the one who ties your world together
she’s the one who can keep you smiling forever
<3
Yes I’m A Girl.
*****
Likewine:http://likewine.wordpress.com/2010/10/11/i-a-woman/
I, salomė,
with henna-colored hair and emerald eyes
basking in frankincense and myrrh
dancing and swaying in lavish splendor
capturing the hypnotized gaze of my master
imprisoning him in the throes of my consuming desires
I, ishtar,
with sand-colored hair and raven eyes
draped in sparkling weaves of crimson silk
gold encrusted amulets on my arms
and bejeweled ankles
inhabiting the haunted dreams of my master
captivating him in my lustful embrace
I, a woman
known by no other name
sensual and tempestuous,
with the frenzied fury of a ravaging fire
drunk with the aphrodisiac of my master’s kisses,
imprisoning me, summoning me to his bidding
haunting me,
knocking down my gates to enter deep
into the secret hideouts of my body
and soul
I, a woman,
known by no other name
but that which my master calls me.
*****
U keep walking forward:http://ukeepwalkingforward.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/stand-tall/
There is strength in numbers-
Many alone sleep, alone wake, alone
Take on the day, surrounded by love.
I can trust you, yes? I can
Trust me alone–my mind
Lies and lays a snare of which I
Cannot break free.
Generation after generation of families
Full of politicos rallying for
Domination over destiny.
My destiny has been defined by
The struggle to overcome the
Entrapment of family and mind.
There are days I stand tall
Against the wind’s force–
And others I am toppled by your whisper.
Life is a misery of mystery
Of love and peace and struggle and love.
*****
Daniel jay:http://thinkingwithanopenmouth.blogspot.com/2010/09/mom-and-dad.html
At night, during the most empty time of my day, I study
your picture under the tired eye of a halogen bulb.
It is there in my silence that I admire you – both your hands
tightly wound like two trees whose roots have inseparably coiled
through years of hard winters and lingering summers.
It would appear that you were irritated to pose, as though
your affection was self evident and therefore unnecessary
to recreate its image on film yet even now, looking hard
into this forgotten 3×3 of some discarded afternoon I wish
that it was me who took the picture, that it was me who was
shooed away to watch you both walk brave off that film,
and left for all my life with only your love to remember.
*****
Many musings and poetry:http://ghostwritersdragon.wordpress.com/2010/10/29/masked-emotions/
The masks of two emotions,
the happy and the sad have
reflected the many moods I feel
in which I’m never glad.
The smiling side of my soul,
the side you seldom see springs
forth on only good days when
hope revives in me.
When the birds are singing
and God seems to exist and I
dare to dream that life could be
a blissful, healthy myth.
That smiling side ne’er lasts
long, for NO more than a day;
those clouds of dark and dreariness
come again to stay.
Reality befalls me and tormented
muses and ill I lay alone and beaten
by the evil force nearby, which
is the disease I cannot conquer;
it strives for me to die.
*****
Poethead:http://poethead.wordpress.com/2010/09/28/nannys-day-at-the-hags-playground-poethead/
Up the road to the Hags’ Playground
The vision gets you before the sounds.
.
It is strewn. Pine needles and tree fruits,
A jellied snake, a pink lolly bitten through.
.
The canopy of trees bend from the road
Unaware of the muted geometric patterns
.
Patterning the ground. The trees bend in from
The road over the rain-soaked ground.
.
Bright mechanical marionettes emptied on
The moon-washed ground,
.
Leftovers from days of hard play and joy
On nanny’s day at the hag’s playground.
*****
A ruler’s kingdom: http://dieselfromthad.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/echoes-of-love/
for what seemed
like eternity to me
she mumbled
…goodbye?
as she walked away
setting ablaze a trail
of emptiness in my universe
that can not be filled
frosted over sentiments
crack and crumble
like decrepit monuments
remaining
as placeholders
of the day
my world ended
and then…
my ego repented
for I always loved you
on par as God do
and I too…
cry and cry
as the tears dye
my soul black as the nights sky
hearing your voice
echoing in the abyss in reply
“I get lonely too”
puts a gleam in my eye
for the love
emanated between us
empowers my devotion
for all time
loving you like
the parallel between
infinity and a never ending line
*****
Ogungbesan20:http://ogungbesan20.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/if-only/
IF ONLY TIME COULD TELL
THAT THIS WAS HER LAST MOMENT
I WOULD ASK FATE TO KEEP AT BAY
IF ONLY DESTINY COULD BE FAIR
TO HIM, I WOULD HAVE LAUGHED
A LAUGHTER THAT WOULD NEVER END
IF ONLY I COULD SEE YOUR TEARS
I WOULD HAVE HELD YOU CLOSER AND
NEVER LET GO OF YOU EVEN FOR A SECOND
IF ONLY I COULD WATCH YOUR STEPS
I WOULD HAVE PLAYED A SONG THAT
WOULD NEVER END
IF ONLY REALITY COULD STARE BEFORE ME
MAYBE, I COULD CHANGE IT ALL,MAYBE
IF ONLY YOU HAD FAITH
IF ONLY I COULD SEE BEYOND
I WOULD BRING ALL THOSE JOYOUS MOMENTS
AND KILL THIS SILENCE THAT I FEEL
IF ONLY, YES, IF ONLY
*****
Jojo:http://jonellg.wordpress.com/2009/12/18/floetry-friday-canvas/
Paint me a picture…
So I can take a seat in your mind for a minute and absorb your color lines…
Crossed legs, I take a trip into time,
Hues full of purples and blues, massaging my mind…
Your thoughts take flight as I travel in time,
Back to the mold of you and what you’ve been through….
Brush strokes forward to the private visions beyond the imaginations of few…
But you take me there, my trusting guide;
Invite me onto the road less traveled…
Let me see it through your visual screenplay,
Script clearly depicts each scene as it’s unraveled…
Hang on your every word,
Like ripe fruit on branches of life’s masterpiece…
Blended colors create, beautiful silhouettes,
Each word set to increase…
My intrigue…
The curiosity of the art form before me,
And why it is I you chose…
To go from creation, to the presentation, leading to adoration, thus…
Keeping me on my toes…
Lean forward into the abstract collages of you,
Tip toeing past any insecurity…
I rise in amazement of the emerging view
And submerge into every drop of your diversity…
Paint me a picture…
*****
The third road:http://thirdroad.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/past-poetic-part-ii/
*****
Papo:http://papotalk.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/relevent/
she was the first
to ever awaken his heart,
also the first to ever confuse
and leaving him lying in the dark,
life is reality
and that realization left him fucked & torn apart,
wanting for a better understanding
and a wish to be able to restart,
but that would be too easy
and this woman is very hard,
(headed) in her emotions in her love
and in her draw of wild cards,
never one to shy away from an offence
while her defense was always on guard,
they seldom butted heads
because they would cease to speak after they sparred,
it’d be like a month to 3 month rotation
until one of them would take the bullet, to reach out to the other,
asking dull & simple questions
in hopes the other would go out even further,
out on a limb but neither wanting to seem weak in curiosity
both would stand their ground and sneakily butter,
the other with rhymes & riddles
in hopes to appear stronger in the clutter…
confusion with games
often led to long gaps of ignoring,
if not so much that
just because there was no further reason for exploring,
deeper into conversation
since most of it seemed so stale & boring,
maybe because one isn’t wanting to reveal too much
of their adventures and recent whoring,
since boy would always
have his heart resting on his sleeve,
he’s the one who had to worry
about giving away too much information upon opening,
with the wrong words
pushing too much upon the girl, scarring,
her basic understanding
of the spiritual realms that clashed with his reality..
girl was both intrigue & disturbed (in fascinations she found interesting)
with boys revelations & notions,
she could only take spoon fulls
so he would make sure to give her small doses,
but knowing that time was limited
he would get excited & make them extra potent,
sometimes forcing too much
but he couldn’t help it; it felt urgent,
he was well aware of her extracurricular
the potions, drinks & choices of ambient,
he had once indulged as well
but felt way more stronger now that he hasn’t,
especially knowing that her sexuality
sometimes over powers his wits with vibrant,
slight touches, moans & whispers (out of sight out of mind) he figured
“i better pop in every once in a while, just to stay relevant”
*****
Marit (I never thought it would happen): http://maritsfuckingblogging.blogspot.com/2010/10/alone-in-my-room-i-paint-your-portrait.html
again with myself
up late in the kitchen.
for a moment I forgot
while measuring coffee,
now there’s too much.
it’s like I can see
your absence in the coffee
accumulating without you
always asking
for more.
you left me dry as winter.
trees would’ve lost leaves
but I’m recollecting,
slow like the rising tide,
undulating until I cannot
help but flex
my knees when I realize
what you took was never lost.
I was always enough.
*****
Deadpoet88:http://deadpoet88.wordpress.com/2010/10/28/a-self-destruct-button/
A shiny red button,
With the words “self-destruct”,
Beckoned me from across the room,
And I held out my hand to touch it.
My life flashes in front of my eyes,
As I walk into the midst of the blast.
There is nothing but chaos spinning,
Through the dark tunnels of my mind.
Where is peace when you search for it?
Where is pleasure when you crave it?
There is nothing to gain, nor to lose,
As these cumbersome seconds fly by.
The words were stuck in my throat,
As I stared into the black of your eyes,
Words which should have been spoken,
Words which never should have been said.
I have seen too little, and said too much,
You have seen too much, yet spoken not.
When the waves come crashing down,
Sometimes I cannot help but ponder,
Maybe, just maybe life is the biggest joke,
Played on us by our own mind.
There is no trickery, my dear friend,
When all you have at hand are lies.
I was swallowed by the thoughts,
Swimming free in the fathoms of the mind,
Until all that was left were empty words,
Spoken loud and clear to break the silence.
These thoughts go racing so fast,
They catch fire before I can grab them.
This play of shadows on the walls of your prison,
The voices echoing like the song of your heart,
Whispering through the dark of the night,
Driving me to take roads I never thought I would find.
Yet these roads lay there empty,
Where I expected a reign of chaos.
The tempest of my mind calms down,
I find in my heart only silence.
And as I look into the pools of destruction,
All I see is the dawn of a new beginning.
Words escape me, as I look into your eyes,
“Thank you for bringing me back to a state of sanity.”
*****
Source of Inspiration:http://patcegan.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/my-creator/
I see the love of my Creator
in the tiny flower
that pushes through the snow
with a hint of sunny days to come.
Rainbow arcs of color remind me
of the promise of forever,
a heritage of Love.
I lie in sweet grass
and view with the eyes of a child
a bunny drifting across the sky azure
and smell tomorrow’s rain.
I am one with the Earth;
I am one with all there is;
I am my Creator.
*****
Like a thought unchanted:http://thoughtunchained.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/i-will-not-be-a-generic/
I will not be a generic:
second-rate knock-off
hodge-podge mix
of everything I’m told
to do or not
do.
Do not
give my brain cells a buzz-cut:
bland, boring, blasphemous
creative-killing soldier cut.
Rather paint my grey matter
in van Gough blue
and splatter it,
psychedelic swirling galaxies
nebula-pink, star-silver, sun-gold
electric-blue and hosts of colors
never seen by human minds.
Do not
confine me, (bracket me)
place me in your square box
in your square mind
of square conformity,
dingy and dark
colored in paranoia-purple
with hypnotizing spirals
wiping minds clean:
weapon-words wielded
to wound the soul.
I am free as the big bang:
tearing through blank black void,
empty hole of the head of humanity,
and filling it with red and white sounds,
rushing colors blinding the eyes and ears
as everything explodes
fire-words displays, pin-wheeling phrases
mixing the symphony of senses
reverberating in nothingness.
A poem.
*****
Hindway:http://hindawy.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/human-heart/
It hurts like hell,
Its happening once again
Like it now less than I liked it then
Made out of the wind
Had my heart melt of steel
& Buried deep within
Ruled over supreme
With an iron fist
I crushed many dreams
Hole in your head
Hole in your heart
Don’t even know where I should start
Life was a scheme
Love was a dream
Shall it ever be what it seems
Here I am
For the love of God
Shall they never understand?
Born to believe
Born to receive the utmost deceit
Had my Power & Might
Taken away
Traded them to be just like thee
All, All for a Human Heart
Fell in a darkness unknown to me
Just to wake up cold & hungry
Something new don’t tell me
Is this how they feel every day?
Tortured & burned they take the hurt
Is this the struggle to make it all worth?
They live like this every day
Reduced to something less humanly
Where is your strength?
Pitiful creatures “Go walk the length”
The spineless cowards left their own
Deserted them to die all alone
Normally I would’ve let them be
But fate played its game
Now its up to me
Had my Power & Might
Taken away
Traded them to be just like thee
There is no here
Nothing is clear
Smoke in the air mixed with the fear
Chaos & mayhem seem to rule
To embark such ground you’d be a fool
Never had I felt like this before
Even in the midst of the flames of war
Why was she there?
Perhaps defending something dear
But what would she hold more dear than life?
To give up her own , to sacrifice?
Her eyes glowed one final glow
Taking her to a better place I might never know
Hence from my eyes something fell
Is this what they call tears?
I could never tell
Had my Power & Might
Taken away
Traded them to be just like thee
Captured & bruised I have been used
Of high treason we are accused
Sold out by the ones I fought for
Treason seems to be a trend of war
Loath, No trust, I hate their guts
They sold their hearts
& Earned my disgust
Kneel he’d say
A tyrant even worse than me
I look in his eyes & all I see
Is emptiness had I been this way?
Take me from here I shall not be
Tortured by a memory
lock me away & throw the key
Never shall I see the light of day
Had everything taken away
Traded them to be just like thee
All For A Human Heart
All For A Human Heart
*****
Glory:http://oowindeoo.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/song-of-sorrow/
The sorrow I feel never seems to end.
When will my heart heal again?
When will I trust the Goddess, the spirits, the Deities?
When will I trust me?
I’m scared to love.
I’m scared to live.
I’m scared to trust.
I’m scared to be alone.
I want to love.
I want to be free
I want to believe in you
I want to be happy
When will I release this pain?
When will I live again?
The hurt I feel has killed me inside.
The wall’s I’ve built up may never collide
My heart is damaged beyond repair
When will I learn to live again?
Find happiness drifting in the wind
When will the world remember me?
I’m scared to feel anything.
Scared the doorbell or phone will ring
Scared sorrow will return again
Killing my will to live
My heart and soul grow colder each day
I find hurt in each breath
Invisible tears fall from each eye
Catching my sorrow, I keep it hidden
I show no one the hurt or fears I hold within
This song of sorrow can’t always win
*****
Megzone:http://megzone.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/happy-diwali/
Morning dawns
Excited yawns
Scented oil bath
Laziness aftermath
Bustling little feet
Scuffling for sweets
Noisy crackers burst
Silence & Evil dispersed
Millions lamp a’light
Breath-taking sight
Season of giving and prosperity
Time to break from nitty-gritty
Festival of love, fun and jolly
Here’s wishing you a Happy Diwali..!!
*****
Alakaline:http://alakaline.blogspot.com/2010/06/killing-fields.html
The weak sun flavors an insipid mist.
Outside the silent cave
bones and blood
of desires; some still writhe.
The tombstones wait
for the coffins.
But never-born children –
How do you bury those?
*****
Victoria:http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/jingles-poetry-rally-sunrise-on-a-plane/
Sunrise on a Plane
At earth’s black edge
an artist applies a wash of
orange—wet on wet,
teases color from the center,
adds more water then
works in a pale shade
of blue.
****
Anita:http://anitaseroticpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/whisper-in-darkness.html
A touch in the darkness,
A breath a desire,
A motion a craving,
A burning fire,
Someone is there,
I feel their needing,
An echo of pain
in the sound of their breathing.
.
Watching me wanting me,
Yearning my touch,
I open my eyes,
The pull is too much,
I cannot resist you,
I know this is right,
As you take me away,
In the dark of the night,
In the wilderness I lay,
Looking up to the sky,
Feeling your touch
As I let out a sign.
Traveling kisses that enter within,
Smooth gentle fingers,
Massage me with sin.
.
I can hold back no longer,
I need to reach you,
To melt you with lust,
Feel what I do,
The warm soft caress,
From my kisses on fire,
You quench my thirst,
You feed my desire,
I lead you on in,
To the place you belong,
A glide of much passion,
A journey we long,
In rapture we stay.
.
For an endless time,
You lay on the ground,
There I make you mine,
With all of my yearning,
I willed you to me.
Now here you lay,
I knew it could be
I am the version
That entered your mind,
Yes I am real
Me, you did find.
*****
Exploring life:http://actoberreid.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/week-3/
“For ‘Ren”
Complications; arise
infatuation; comprised
nominations; your eyes
domination; high-rise
elusive; loafer
intrusive; no sir
the proof is; so her
you do this; go first.
“the creator”
i used to write without destination
create without reason
give life to words and let them loose on one another
and when they asked for purpose
i had nothing to tell my creations
i would destroy my creations,
send a savior to them and
leave a book for my creations to reach me.
“Above her heart”
the sun in me is well intact
the sin in me is fighting to get back
the love in me is trying to live for you
the life in me is dying to give it to you
without hesitation I burrow into your chest where
fields of black ink lie and my name
can’t be erased from your soul.
“Test my existence”
I’m known to those who know me
to test my existence
but until God decides to show me
first-hand, that cliff i’ll leap it and that
question i’ll ask it.
Untitled
I hate that I do it
so I avoid it at all costs and
still I come back to consciousness upset at myself
for the petty justification I offer the reason I try to avoid it
to begin with and sadly, deep down,
I know its not worth my soul.
“That relationship”
when they don’t want that
relationship everything becomes a reason not to
have that relationship
unappreciation transforms into words and while
you’re busy putting down that relationship
the architect of Love is somewhere wondering why
you kicked bricks from that relationship,
fired him and burned the blueprints to that relationship
it’s only fair to want that relationship with that same
burning intensity that that relationship wants you.
“Don’t forget the milk”
nothing even matters
not even matter on a late night you
say you have to work because I know how busy
you are working…… him
no ultimatum could decide so when
you’re done and hear love calling you
home (over the moaning) first flip over
the piece of paper he wrote his whereabouts on
and get those things from the store and
don’t forget the milk while I sit and figure how things
went so wrong.
*****
Verse Escape: http://versiscape-lifesentences.blogspot.com/2010/11/garden-rat.html
Under an arc of liquid ice,
Streaking the window behind,
Clashing on the canna leaves,
Runs a black stripe of being
Fast and blurry as
A faint memory passing and lost
In the midst of children’s calling clamor.
It’s the mysterious
Garden Rat.
Every day I don’t see it
Move, it’s just passed me,
Disappearing behind the trunks
Of the crape myrtle, secret
But
Disturbing.
I hunch myself defensively
When I reach to pull a weed.
It’s undefined, yes,
But it’s huge.
(For a rat)
I’m sure it has teeth
Bigger than these spider eggs
I’m brushing off my glove,
And sharper than
Old quarrels.
All summer I worried
And tried to avoid
The Garden Rat,
Dark and diseased,
And hiding in the soft shed petals
Of the black-eyed susan and
The weeds I was now
Afraid to pull.
Then fall came, and the leaves fell,
The cannas crumbled to the ground.
I went one day to rake the remains,
And from behind the mummy of stalks
Flashed the mysterious
Black and rapid
Neighbor’s Cat;
The Garden Rat.
Pandora’s Cat.
*****
LeiffyV:http://notae.net/blog/2010/11/05/thursday-poets-rally-the-void/
I look into the inky, black void
My reflection gazing back at me
The lifelessness of oppressive thoughts
Tempting me to return back to the fold
Wanting me to complete the cycle again
For years I wrestled with it
Threats of doom draped over me
Promises of ending it all gracefully
Demands to make others suffer
Dark thoughts of my heart
I struggled against the shadowy grip
A moment of light squandered
As it pulled my head back in
Trying to smother my life
Make me a permanent host
A lifetime fighting the temptation
Planning for the end; cold steel
Lead, gunpowder and a sharp blade
Knowing the only way to save the world:
I had to end my own existence
Little by little I escaped the thoughts
Each day better than the last
Positive motions in my body
Positive thoughts in my head
My will was forcing me into being
Yet now that I look at it now
I can remember the sweet siren’s call
I remember how easy not feeling could be
Stopping all raw emotions for rationale
Becoming a “higher learned being”
It still wants me to come back
I hear the whispers calling out my name
I see the reflection sometimes wink back
I feel the arms reaching out for me
As I gaze into the black, inky void
*****
Robin:http://robinelizabeth58.wordpress.com/2010/10/30/the-beauty-of-ephesians-five/
Sweet heart,
Don’t you know,
I love you more than ever.
Your pains tear me.
And open up my eyes,
To realize,
I’m just as lost as you are.
But sweet heart,
I’ll let you know,
You’re so much stronger than you know.
Than you give credit.
I see it in your words,
In your life.
Just look closer at yourself.
So lovely child,
Hear His words through a friend,
One who’s where you’re going,
Who’s been where you are,
And back again.
Far too much,
Many more than I’d of liked.
God loves His children dearly,
Shall we long to be as He is,
But never try?
I say try!
To live a life of love,
To follow in Christ’s walk,
For hasn’t He loved us?
And died before the Lord,
A pleasant sacrifice,
An offering to God.
Oh answer to His cry,
For no spot is there,
For those who claim their life is His,
Then, clearly walk another way.
For not even a word of foolishness,
Is with-held its consequences.
As people come,
Bearing words in lack of meaning,
Think not of them acceptance,
-by this I mean the words-
But notice that God’s wrath is upon them,
Pray for them.
But in no means pledge partnership.
As darkness stole your sight,
God’s Light came quickly to your aid.
For who are we?
Are we not children of God’s Light?
Indeed we are!
Now show your righteousness in Christ.
-For it is obtained through Him-
And walk in truth showing goodness.
Find, oh child, what is pleasing to Christ!
Flee from darkness as you expose it.
For Light makes every shadow dissolve,
For Christ’s Light shall wake us,
From our dying rest.
Watch your ways,
Though we live in a time of evil,
Share when God gives you chance.
Be not fools but strive to understand.
Seek out the extent of God’s will,
-But do so through Christ.
For all thanks to God!
Now submit to one another in Christ.
God is graciously good!
So sweet heart,
Oh child of God,
Listen as I speak.
As of Ephesians.
-In my own words-
Find love and light.
The joy of the Most High.
*****
Lynna: http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2010/09/23/white-lady/
White lady
My lady
Whoring still mine alone
Filling me with ecstasy
Lifting me higher than anything
My sway awakening at the sniff of you
White lady
Slim and strong
Carrying me all day long
Leaving me distressed and down when you are gone
My lady
You alone help me forget my pain
Seeping through my veins
Burning me up inside
Burying the disappointments and carrying the challenges
White lady
My lady
Without you, all is bleak
Atrocious the wait, the longing making me weak
Your prisoner I have become
Lost in the wanting of your lines
White lady
My lady
Killing me with your sweetness
Slowly and surely
White lady
Everyone’s lady
*****
Monica:http://garciamo.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/the-voice/
I listened to the voice of Spirit tonight
as it whispered to me in the evening wind
showering me with the wisdom of ages
enlightening me with the secrets of time
Its words rang with a powerful truth
that touched my very core
Its magical tune was delighting…
Its beautiful essence inviting…
Lifting my soul
Empowering my mind
strengthening my body
Feeding my hungry heart
with its endless love from the universe
and beyond…
I looked forward into my future
and it was your face I saw in the horizon
slowly and steadily coming towards me
wish ease
It was then that I knew for sure
it was safe to give you my heart
and wish for forever next to you
Today I lost myself in thoughts of you
and let myself fall into your wondrous space…
Today I gave you my love
and wrote your name on my heart
because Spirit told me to!
*****
I listened, Momma: http://nochipa.wordpress.com/2007/07/07/dear-rachel/
Maybe it’s about four o’clock scent
and horseshoe crabs after rain
or grapevines outside a lace curtain window,
a kitten’s soft paw or a caterpillar
beside the road.
Maybe it’s about Grandma’s pillow cases
and Aunt Connie’s pig cake
or roses growing under Pa’s trailer,
a song Momma loved or a movie
Daddy watched.
Maybe it’s about days
one right after the other
until you look back and wish
to hold some small piece
of what it was.
*****
Ash Bee Zone:http://ashbeezone.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/examination/
November 3, 2010
It’s getting too Damn Hard to bear.
Those days are coming near and near,
As It’s The Worstest Days of The Year,
And your Heart just trembles with fear !!
It’s seems Like, The clock now-a-days..
is too much Tick-Tocking ,
As Examinations is going 24X7 in my Mind …
Too much vigorously Knocking !!
Too much to study for the Exams
Learning all the concepts of every single bit
The Syllabus is too lengthy,
It’s hardly gonna complete.
Need to pay attention from Today onwards,
Coz’, It’s fucking useless to Study at the Last Minute !!
Need to clear all those Examinations,
Just for a while, Suffer That Bit Torcher and Pain,
Otherwise, Would definitely FAIL for sure,
And have to face it again next again !!
Though, Bit scared from such evil threats,
not having any place to stand tall ,
Still, I Don’t give a DAMN about it,
and even not giving up so easily at all !!
Though the days of Depression n’ Insomnia
might have been back again,
You can’t easily move on,
But It’s not impossible that much
Just prepare myself Possibly the best
and even get practiced harshly,
Physically, Mentally, Emotionally,
And so Eventually,
Not Mugging like a Jackass Moron !! ;P ;P
In the meaty ,
I wish y’all the Best 2 awl ma fellows… ; ) ; )
awl we need out there is a damn Luck ,
Just focus n’ concentrate on your studies
More and More and More and More,
Yeah !! In fact , now even I feel that …
Examinations really sucks the Core !! ;P ;P
And By the Way Fellows,
if You’ve got such threats from Mr. Examinations
Simply Don’t pay attention to it
Try to be fearless n’ stand tall ,
Just Focus on your Studies and your Grades
Please, Don’t Let your Future on the Downfall !!!
*****
Gugo:http://gugothinksandwrites.blogspot.com/2010/10/home.html
Arms folded over my chest, my body is straight laying right in the middle of the king size bed. My eyes are open but my vision is clouded over the roof. I believe I never pay this attention to it. Even when it’s early in the morning the firsts moments of light of the day are here and the time to stand up is getting close, not that I have slept much last night.
It’s incredible that just 2 days have passed since you left and I already miss you so much. Maybe it’s because today is Saturday and I’m very used to be with you all this day… and I don’t want to think that there are still 2 days left… Last night I tried to get myself busy so I would not feel alone on this beautiful house, our house; so I walked with the dog, cleaned the kitchen, ironed some shirts and pants, even went to the shop to buy food we probably won’t eat, moved the sofa into three different positions and finally left it as before, none of them kept my mind apart from you.
When we decided you’d go with this I only thought of your joy and success and how much you deserved it, I mean you are really talented, but I never thought the separation would be this hard for me, now I only have to conform with hearing your voice for a few minutes, like in the old days, and hear your thrill of knowing new people, new places and adventures. I believe that is the “rough” path of fame…
I now understand that everything we have in this house, everything we’ve worked for is meaningless if there is no one to share it with, I’ve been always so proud of what we have done but today I see it cold, useless and it makes me sad. Today this place is just a house because I know you are my home now… And as some time ago we said, it doesn’t matter what we get or where we’ll live the important thing is to stick together.
*****
mutedpoetchoo: http://mutedpoetchoo.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/21st-century-man-of-color/
Era of ignorance
Man governs himself by the length of his dick
And how many chicks he can stick
With the minimum licks as possible
Guess his beard grew that long on its own
Boys called men play the fence
Where on one side the grass is partially green
When he looks directly down for that right now thing
Missing the meaning of “Do the right thing”
Leaving the rest of the grass to dry up and burn
With prison terms too long to see
Their children’s next birthday
Or a lifetime of silence
Never to see their dreams lived out
While bed sheets are hung in the hood to symbolize
Rest in Peace
But peace rests alone
Because on the other side
Where man dwells
He hops the fence
Assuming the position of our slave ancestors
Pacing back and forth
Trying to grow grass where the grass has burned
Below the boys hung by their own self destruction
Where chain gangs are symmetrical
to chains and gangs
But this time around the Mass Is Us
*****
Chick under construction:http://chickunderconstruction.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/autumn-days/
The trees are still beautiful
The brown and yellow and red leaves
Fall along the same roads I’ve traveled everyday
For as long as I can remember
It still gets cool in December
The glow of embers from the fireplace
Warm the soles of my feet and my soul
I’m still thankful on Thanksgiving
And Christmas still comes on the 25th
The sun still shines through my window
It fills my heart with internal light and reminds me that I’m alive
No, not much has changed at all
Since you’ve been gone…
*****
Above the cloud of thoughts:http://tanznb.wordpress.com/2010/11/02/lost-and-won/
Adored a girl from the beginning of May,
mind engulfed in her thoughts almost everyday.
Her blue eyes giving a stare,
was overwhelmed to see it was rare.
The smile on her face,
motivated me to fight another race.
Her long hair darker than darkest night,
all set to show its glistening might.
Her innocence like a child,
her touch so soothing and mild.
The panache in her walk,
made the world turn and talk.
I admired somebody,
a day made me realized I was nobody.
The time of dismay came,
was I a victim of blame game?
She said it was a fault in me,
but I could hardly see.
She turned again and again,
Alas! to witness my pain.
Forgotten for a while,
unable to crawl even a mile.
A cherub whispered in my ear,
loads left to be conquered my dear!
The string of lost hopes,
aided as mighty ropes.
Arose yet again to the morning glory,
with a fresh start to my ended story.
Lessons conned from my past,
propelled me to move lil more fast.
Future seemed to be full of accolades,
sentiments of past haunted as sharp blades.
Left no time for thoughts of gloom,
as I was busy weaving a fresh handloom.
Path to success was embellished with precious stones,
every turn astonished me with new thrones.
Success always invited me,
failures never threatened me.
Discovering from the past,
recovering faster and fast,
I left everyone aghast.
There came another May,
the world had lots to say.
A Joker of misfortunes,
was now a King of splendid Fortunes.
*****
Uncensoredinsanity:http://uncensoredinsanity.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/hideandseek/
she couldn’t know
i had to play strong
i smiled and played it all off
long sleeves. that was the key.
i tried to hide them.
the scars.
i couldn’t let her see.
my innocent sister
she could have never known
me
*****
GK Asante:http://seenmissing.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/dry-mouth/
From a mouth in silence, I take everything with a grain. The smallest face in every mirror, the largest one alone at every shore. My lovers walk all over me, still, I lodge myself beneath their skin. So many hours are measured by my falling. A blindness measured by my rage. All I build is washed away, all I bury will become a gift of bones. But all I've ever wanted is an answer to my never-ending thirst.
*****
Celebrating A Year:http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/week-107/
she rides on the edge of darkness
leaving her light at home no one
follows her here beyond the sun
beyond the scope of forgiveness
seeking solitude craving less
confusion saving her tears here
in a jar with fireflies near
the truth as she imagines it
despite the un-reconciled split
between lingering hopes and fear
*****
Smith:http://theophillus.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/question/
How do you break invincibility?
How do you scar perfection?
Their pretension was absolute
Omnipotent nature undisputed
Exclusive endowment assured
Fate never was challenged
Until humanity gave birth to its first novelty
A response to the their solitary lack
Flawed mortals’ paramount product
A weapon alien to infinity itself:
Question
Ignorant omniscient beings
For what did all-knowing minds ever need to wonder?
Do the gods understand they will never know mystery?
Every challenge begins with a question
Every question is a challenge
*****
Inside My Poem Book:http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2010/11/mystical-love.html
Nothing would stop her
Saving her kid from danger
Love is mystical
.
The tie so perplex,
Some mystical bond exists
We name it as love
.
Your love is magical,
Your touch is my secret wish,
Love can be explained.
*****
Life, or something like it:http://loveblushfever.wordpress.com/2010/11/02/handle-one/
eyes closed
fingers crossed
leap
of faith
something as obscure
a tide returning
puzzle with too many missing pieces
absences filling up nothing
nothing to bursting
bursting to messy leftovers
a sink of dirty plates and tepid dishwater
objects of other
compare and contrast
non-fatal crisis management in a world of no
glass houses
made up faces
where is the parade?
eyes closed
fingers crossed
flesh be bone that breaks cleanly
not so far to fall
*****
Ms. Peaches:http://peachpitproduction.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/she-prays-for-you/
He said you shouldn’t be…
told her you’re a good
woman, never hold back
because of me…
He said he knows
that he hurt her
and for that he said
I’m so sorry
He said he acts as
if he doesn’t care, but
their friendship matters
so much, and
really he does care
He said he didn’t want
things to turn out that way,
but it all got bad so quick
too fast
he said she’s not a runner up,
she’s number one, she’ll
never be, second to none
He said she was real good
to him, gave real
love not forced or fake
but real genuine
He said I owe you honesty
and that it’s all
just so sad to him
He said he knows she’s
hurting still and wishes
there was something
he could do to make
it all better again
He said he prays her love
she’ll find
because it’s deserved
and she’s been waiting
for such a very long time
He says it’s just all so
confused, unsettled
and he just doesn’t
know what to do and
she said not to worry
cuz she always prays for you…
*****
Ina: http://inaweblogisback.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/long-lost-friend/comment-page-1/#comment-5718
Against the sweet colors of the setting sun
the clouds started to fade when there existence had just begun
and when I wanted to shut my curtains down, well there he was.
His face had wrinkles now, his hair was white but still I knew he came for me, and I was right.
We drank all night
not many words were shared
under the cover
and when the clouds came back again, and sunlight shone again, he went.
I may never see him back again, never hear his voice still I know
he is my friend
more so than he was my lover
*****
Liz: http://lizbethsgarden.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/sing-of-living-sing-of-dying
Songs of ancestors echo
Voices of the dead and people echo
Call and response – answer and question
Telling the stories of memory
Voices of the dead and people mingle
We are who you will be
Telling the stories of memory
Carrying your lives into the dark future
Telling the stories of memory
We are now what we will be
Voices of the dead and people mingle
Tell us who you were that we may remember
We are who you will be
Sing us through the ages
Carrying our lives into the dark future
A sacred responsibility
We are now what we will be
Do this in memory of us
Tell us who you were that we may remember
We are your voices, do not forget us
Call and response – answer and question
Sing us through the ages
Songs of ancestors echo
Do this in memory of us
*****
Pages from my mind:http://ladynimue.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/we-lost/
Candles two,
one for me
one for you;
Songs i sing
any word that
memories bring;
flowers i buy
of your choice,
two seats i take
the movie hall
I sit in your wait.
The day ends
I lost love -
you lost me -
A lost day,
two lost souls -
Now remain
just memories !
*****
Sam373:http://sam373.wordpress.com/2009/10/09/autumn/
Summer draws to a close
As the mist gray skies hide the sun from my eyes
And the chilly Autumn breeze urges Summer to leave
I can’t help feeling as if a part of me is aging like the leaves.
“Autumn”
A time for lovers
To stroll down leaf-covered pathways
And nestle snugly in each other’s arms.
Indeed,
Autumn is a time for lovers;
“Autumn”
This time of year brings with it memories
Long thought dead;
When my heart was aglow
And the leafs were blown
Our two became one.
Years have birthed,
Grown old then died;
Yet, every twelve months this feeling thrives inside.
A Phantom . . .
A haunt,
Intruder of sorts.
Welcomed aberration
reminds me of my hurt;
As the skies grow constantly gray,
And my aspirations have cause to sway;
Still I thank my Lord for this
Autumn day.
For just as the night makes way for day
Fate has ordained it, Autumn must pass away;
And so shall pass dead memories of unforgotten dreams that push their way to reality when the lights of my mind grow dim.
Autumn Is the time for Lovers.
Autumn is the tree,
And we like the tree
Must battle winter winds;
And dream of youthful green
Born in the spring.
And just like the tree
Once a year we say –
“Fly away pain;
Blow away hurt”.
As we trample past memories mingled in life’s dirt.
And again I say,
Autumn
Is a time for lovers;
to dream,
But still I feel a part of me
is blowing in the wind.
*****
Kumi:http://www.lovingsunshine.com/2010/11/3.html
Our chemicals
combined
re-arranged
we became eternal
and bright
fading out never
even in sleep
I can’t get my mind off you
I am stuck bewildered by the scent you left
Oh the scar you’ve drawn
on my skin…
This taste
blending
enticing
at the tip of my tongue
A memory
my sanity
all that’s left off me
Cover me with your kisses
Wrap me in your arms
Oh this hunger for your essence
insatiable…
*****
Lola: http://funnygirllola.wordpress.com/2010/10/30/stuck-in-time/
Sitting alone in his white room, with his stiff white sheets to keep in warm
His tattered clothes with his name exposed and his room number on the arm
Trying to remember why he sits in his room or why he’s all alone
Grasping to find the steps he took that led him from his home
Wondering how long he’s lived in this place, overflowing with lost souls
Suddenly focusing on a coffee cup, and this is how it goes
Seventeen years he has been stuck in time, with no memories to give him hope
They will never invade whats left of his brain and this is how he cope’s
Counting the holes on the ceiling tiles in his cold, sterile hospital room
Getting to thirty and forgetting what he’s doing, he starts his count a new
Looking around to see who he knows, but; not noticing anyone familiar
But the feeling he gets that he’s been here before, seems to him a bit peculiar
How old are his kids, where are they now, when will he get to see them again
unfortunately reality briefly sets in as he realizes time only stopped for him
The mirror is the only reminder he has of the pain he’s had through the years
The deaths, the births and the time he has lost have all flushed away like tears
He will never be the way he was, when he was young and had everything
Why didn’t he listen to us, when we told him to stop his reckless driving
Lost in his head for so many years what to do for him eludes all around
While he is stuck in time, we leave him behind and hope a miracle is found.
*****
Thoughtsnotlost:http://thoughtsnotlost.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/from-ashes-to-hope/
It scares me…
..how easily drama is built.
Negativity spouted.
Assumptions made.
Take from one to inflate another.
Spoiling for a fight rather than a solution.
Looking outward, never within. Easier. Safer.
Know a complete stranger based on superficial facts.
Look in the mirror–not know what you see.
Such a shallow existence.
Without substance.
Without presence.
Angers. Hurts. Saddens me.
There’s guilt in us all.
No one above it here.
Churning in my heart.
Pain in my mind.
Endless cycle, ferries wheel goes round.
Where will it stop.
When.
Will it stop.
Hurts. Me.
Oh heart, spirit…oh spirit, heart.
Oh spirit of my heart rise through like a phoenix.
Dust off the ashes. Regain the fire.
Demand. Command.
Become the soul you want to be.
Embrace. Romance. Walk beside it.
Until you own it. Live. Be it.
Recognition provides hope’s potential.
Potential provides change, ashes to hope.
*****
chamiechamz:http://iamchamiechamz.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-1-forbidden-love.html
You always make me happy,
Whenever you smile and say “Hello” to me,
And there is something I feel inside me,
Whenever you glance and move close to me.
.
I love to be with you everyday,
I hate it when you started to walk away,
I want you to just stay,
Stay right here next to me.
.
I don’t want to lose you some day,
So I’m wondering how can I make you stay?
Because everything you are not around,
It keeps me feeling down.
.
I know you won’t believe me,
That you mean so much to me,
And now as time goes by,
I fear of hearing you say “Goodbye”.
.
But if this would be the last,
I don’t want to waste a single second,
‘cause I know I cannot bring back the past,
And I hope through this poem you will understand.
.
That I like you, I want you,
I love you that’s why I need you.
And I’m hoping and wishing
That you would let me show this feeling.
*****
dangerald:http://dangerald.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/have-you-ever-think-of-me/
Just do whatever your God told you to do,
Coz if you disobey him, he will definitely kill you.
Just walk straight and don’t ever look back,
One wrong move you make and you’ll be gone in just a snap.
If you don’t want to vanish, better shut your mouth.
If you want to live long, don’t ever write again
Do all of this for you and your family’s safety,
But this i ask you, have you ever thought of me?
*****
boababpapers:http://baobabpapers.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/johnny-go-lightly/
Johnny go lightly
for her day was born raw
tread the boards of her with love
for the desecration of trees
beneath you feet are deeply sprung by
the brilliance of words and their actors.
Johnny go lightly
so as not to tear her paper rain
where drops trickle you into the
proscenium of her skin and you
are the fall of her last curtain call
Johnny go lightly
among the tall grass of her hurt
hidden to the bare room of fictions
hinged to soft mysteries in the salt
of her curve, varnished red offshore
to the growled distance of hunger
mouthing for more
Johnny go lightly
into the pale of her deep
where you step midstream
into the estuarine flow of plainchant
her private chansons after midnight
the pale carved altarpiece housed of his cloth
her crescent of porcelain to the dance of your moth
*****
Shashi:http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2010/11/still-life-fountains-of-spiritual.html
Carrying devotion in heart
A lonely women washes temple floor
Cleanses deity off stone
.
Desire to believe
So great
The temple steps aside
.
Small happiness’s, Like the bird
On tall Minars, is music for the soul
Sufi dance round and round
.
Loneliness is sun
Knowing all He embraces
Turn ashes
.
Krishna’s love
Wafts in flute’s music
Love calls
.
Breeze, Mist and ripples still, in awe
Temple is dressing up
In Sunrise
.
Shadow of tree reaches out
Climbs up the temple steps
To grow some roots and be the tree
.
Dance of cosmic creation
Chiseled in dark ages
Needs fresh light of love
.
Sculpted in withered stones
Temple stood, a silent beacon
Of loneliness, by the sea.
*****
Lisa:http://ocdbloggergirl.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/one-trick-or-treater-poetry-pot-luck/
One trick-or-treater?
Just one?
One?
I mean there’s only one pervert down the hall;
You could have come here and he wouldn’t have bothered you at all.
My Milky Ways didn’t have razors, I know because I just ate the last one,
The soft mints didn’t have LSD I don’t think; I’ve got through half of ‘em.
Damn, I wish I had a blueberry pixie-stick and a couple of Kit Kats too.
One trick-or-treater?
Just one?
And I’ll be damned if she wasn’t 41!
With a cowardly lion chihuahua instead of a son.
Reaching into my bag I give her a goodly sum,
better give her a lot, she’ll be my only one.
Picture used w/o permission from imvu.com
*****
somewhere else http://andulasia.wordpress.com/2010/10/29/hold-your-hand/
I cannot go with you
it is not meant for me
I know you are afraid
and want me with you
But this path you must
walk on your own
Just as I must walk mine
But always we can
stop somewhere
and for those few
moments, I will
hold your hand.
*****
Bodhirose http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/10/31/conscience/
Don’t speak up
and see what transpires
when you don’t add your voice
to atrocities seen.
Don’t speak out
when outraged and incensed,
then the outrage will be
that your silence was kept.
Prisoners of conscience
don’t have a say,
their rights have been taken
and many enslaved.
There’s many held captive,
tortured and raped–
stand up against these injustices
before it’s too late.
Our lives are filled
with everyday scenes
where societies are crumbling
but we won’t hear the screams.
Too many turn a blind eye
and ears deafened by choice,
what a shame, what a tragedy–
what is our unease?
People worldwide are needlessly dying,
by the tainted hands of corruption.
We can stop it; we can help
through all of us uniting.
Speak out, join forces
with all others who care
and write letters of protest
opposing all tyranny.
Open your eyes, don’t look away–
your compassion is desperately needed.
So unlock your heart and don’t delay,
join Amnesty International–before the end of this day.
*****
Dozeighthree http://dozeighthree.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/im-still-counting/
From the sun there up high down to the green where we lay,
Not a worry in the air and that bliss we all shared.
Gathered on the hill, silent vows to never apart
And as the shadows grew, so did our hearts.
O, how we didn’t realize.
Eight cans for courage, let’s march this town,
One and all around, bearing that dowdy crown.
Midway we sundered into many a tryst
And teased the dismiss with a poignant kiss.
O, why I didn’t realize.
Now for this evening Dear, you are my idol,
The sky our blanket, as we sidle this idyll,
An idyll that found me every week
Yet one to see but never touch its peak.
O, still we never realize.
Beneath the phosphorescence of the city
Up top bled, “The end is never pretty”,
Mutual thoughts as the quiet engulfed the street light silhouettes…
She never said, “But tonight, we’ll forget”.
*****
Dr. Drmadangoyal:http://drmadangoyal.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/789/
What is in reality a world?
It is not what we see in kind
But what we see in our mind
It is not what we see as the dirt
But it is perception of our heart
It is not what lies on earth as theirs
It is in fact what our brain stares
It is not about what whales eat
It is what our brain takes as treat
Stars may be shining in the sky
Your world is feeling felt as thy
Living in past is a useless worry
One can’t change it, make no try
Responsibility one takes, be met
However one may have to sweat
People have to live in their world
Join these all to get a grand guild
Life is for enjoying, live it happily
Don’t trouble others, do it steadily
There is a lot in world what is beautiful
One needs to think and live bountiful
*****
The reason You Come:http://thebeatofmydrum.com/2010/10/28/star-gazing/
Stargazing, passion flaming
Interest has not been waning
My heart doesn’t stop awakening
To the beat that your heart’s playing
To the touch you’ve got me craving
To the beauty your hand’s painting
To your voice, a distant wailing
Over seas I’ll soon be sailing
Till I get to where you’re waiting
Arms wide open, eyes a-blazing
With such fire, I’ll be fainting
From their force, which will be draining
All my strength that has been fading
With this back and forth of pacing
As I remain on this side, hating
All this distance, yet still braving
That which will never triumph raining
On our parade where we stand swaying
To the beat we play while staying
Far apart, faithfully praying
To no god, anticipating
The wondrous day when I’ll be sailing
Finally, to where you’re waiting
Stargazing, passion flaming.
*****
S. sharp: http://shadiatique.blogspot.com/2010/10/despondent_29.html
So,
While appearing busy to the max
While I sway to left and right
Preparing to send again
Messages of a dreamer to the sky
Building between the clouds
New days of happiness
When suddenly my messages
turns back to me, without
affecting any!
My messages goes back to me
and I’m silent on my seat – despondent
Always dreaming in a dream
I fall of the sky as a result of daydreaming
And the falling dream, twists back
To float on the lake of memories,
To disappear, dream after a dream.
My dreams go back, in despair
Everyday after revealing a secret
That’s unable to remain
Your name, in the pages of the sky
Your name, in the pages of the sky
is inscribed above the clouds
Leave from above,
in care to me.
*****
Gnarlyoak:http://gnarlyoak.wordpress.com/2010/10/20/a-walk-among-the-sheeple/
I’m walking in endless footsteps;
To step out of line, impossible.
And to follow is what one expects,
Yet my mind can’t help but dribble
The leap upon my own path-
The sheep long for me to crash.
Once out of line
All you have learned
Will not help worth a dime.
But for this is what I’ve yearned.
Time to choose the road less traveled-
Time to watch as darkness is unraveled.
Falling, falling, deeper, deeper;
Eaten by the abyss, this land is savage.
The sheep bind me stuck to the reaper.
They make it frigid, grotesque, but far too average,
Because with brawn the darkness fades,
after a fight I see the light-
Because with passion I see gloom as bright,
feel pain with no plight.
Now I explore on sand untouched;
My limbs bloodied and scars gnarly.
Through seasoned eyes I see sheep march, forever clutched,
And I feel pity for those who accord and don’t feel sorrily…
Suddenly I waken from this heavenly dream-
Scared of a nightmare because I am but a sheep
churned out by this machine.
*****
Liliana:http://summaryofmysoul.wordpress.com/2010/07/04/last-wish/
bring withered purple roses to my grave
when I’ll be gone…
and light a candle too…
I’ll know the light is there because of you…
don’t cry, my friend, we die just once…
be brave…
and when my grave in roses scent will lave,
I’ll know you’ll weep upon it…
and it’s true,
I’ll miss this world, and more, I will miss you…
but then, my friend, we die just once…
be brave…
I’ll still be watching, as a windy wave,
upon your soul, from heavens, hoping you
will find somehow a way to say “adieu”,
because, my friend, we die just once…
be brave…
so when you’ll come to see my earthly grave,
remember me how I remember you…
just with a loving smile, as I’ll have, too,
up-there’, where ’I’ll be gone, my friend so brave…
*****
2zpoint:http://2zpoint.com/2010/10/31/rise-for-you-must-shine/
Breath flows in and out…
the perfect time is coming about.
Your blood is flowing .
Your heart is growing faster by the minute.
There won’t be a show without you in it.
You are the master of these three rings.
and without you…
Its true that time won’t stand still…
but without you…
There won’t be any thrill!
You make the magic come together
in your actions and your words
The time has come for you to be heard!
The spotlights on and the crowd cheers
you’re weak in the knees…
But cast your fears!
You are the one for which they wait in line.
Rise like the sun for you must shine!
*****
Dan:http://poetsenvy.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/lets-change-the-way-we-live/
Lately we’ve had our moments of doubt,
Where one of us would spout or shout,
I’m tired of fighting, so I’ll seek you out,
Let’s set up a date night,
Where we can dine by candlelight,
We’ll sit face to face and talk,
Not about the weather or about the kids,
But about us,
We’ll forget and forgive,
And change how we live,
Let’s talk about new beginnings,
Steps to be made,
You don’t want to stay,
In the same emotional space,
So the past we’ll erase,
It’s time for us to move forward,
I’ve arranged for us to be alone,
So we can focus on each other,
I’ll hold your hand for I want to be close,
I want to laugh and talk about good times,
Later we can walk by the lake,
See the moon’s reflection,
And of its beauty partake,
I’ll put my arm around you,
You can communicate without fear,
When you talk, it all becomes clear,
Just how lonely you’ve been,
That’s much to my chagrin,
I’ll tell you I love you,
We’ll reset our path, you will see,
We’ll make our date night a priority,
We’ll laugh again like we were young,
And sing songs like they’ve never been sung,
And love, sweet love, will come our way,
We’ll work this out, come what may,
And learn to love deeply, forever and a day.
*****
Jingle: http://itistimetothinkformyself.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-i-write-it-down.html
People stayed indoor a lot,
While I was mopping the floor,
I heard a knock at my door.
I looked outside,
It was a boy with a bike.
He looked tired and red,
Smiling nervously, he said:
“Could I interest you an initial 3-month newspaper subscription?
I am raising fund for my college education.”
“How much?”
“$20.”
I made an instant decision,
Paid him in cash to his satisfaction.
The boy was gone,
I was left alone.
Listening to a soft song,
I pictured the PRIDE of the newspaper boy!
Months have gone by,
The impression of the boy refuses to die.
Today I write it down,
Wishing him a bright future on his own.
*****
B:http://thisisbrixx.wordpress.com/2010/11/01/you/
why should it be you,
that I run to?
when the world turn its back on me
when darkness covers my entity,
why should it be you, just you?
why should it be you
that I think of
when I am alone and lost
on the rainbow after the storm
should it really be you?
when someone talks to me about love
you’re the first though in my mind.
It’s just you.
Why should it be like that?
I don’t know.
You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.
Katy’s right.
Once you have tasted perfection,
Comparisons are easily done.
Well, nothing compares to you.
But I thought: everybody’s gone,
And everyone has moved on.
So why should it still be you?
*****
Vinay Chanagti: http://relishingsenses.wordpress.com/2010/11/01/fenced/
Desires… so magical they are,
fulfilled or unfulfilled, they give life to life.
amazing to realize, that they are all within…
and how comical, they seem to seek things from outside.
my self questioned them, where their eyes are,
their response was a question, what eyes were.
not knowing if and where wishes were searching,
my heart pumped up in anxiety, seeking a change.
wishes were realized, and the heart felt warmth,
more of them were showered, only to make the heart go cold.
and so magical they were,
they fenced my mind and dodged my heart.
as I realize, I am a slave to the spell of wishes,
a deep conscious ignited the spirit of freedom.
How I wish I could be a free being,
but so magical the wishes are…
they fenced my mind and dodged my heart.
*****
Scent of my heart:http://scentofmyheart.wordpress.com/2010/09/13/i-heard-you-again/
I heard you again in my heart, in my veins, in between adrenaline and hot blood.With the last wave of the sea inflow, saying you’re coming soon.
With the drops of rain falling unmercifully, showing you’re staying this time.
I heard you again in my head, not as a fantasy in my sleep, it was real. I felt again your intense devotion, your eagerness for ardor, for passion.
With the fresh air of the spring coming, whispering you’re lost without me.
With the roses that blossom on my balcony, proving you were born to be with me.
I felt again your love, your dreams and your hopes for a new tomorrow. I know again with my soul, with my mind, with my six senses.
I could see it with my eyes, feel it in your voice.
With the sun that shines inside of me every time I think of you.
With the river that flows inside of you every time you dream of me.
I know for sure, I am so in love again and so do you! ***** M. I. M.:http://mysticmarleei.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/conflict-jingle-thursday-poets-rally-week-32/ The I and me The I and we Basically We have to live Separately Due to your mentality You see… We are viewed so differently But our similarities Are plain to see All made from one All made in one All decedents of the Holy One But along the way You got lead astray And then lead others In the same corrupt way You wanna be my EQUAL and OPPOSITE FORCE Distracting me from my course My objectives, My goals You want me to believe what I’m told Chasing after that fool’s gold Please I got my hands on Behold And I see the debt that you hold You’re indentured and enslaved Just like me But you don’t see The way that will set you free That’s why we have CONFLICT Conflict of interest Conflict of demands Conflict of values A conflict to understand Conflict It beats on my brain Slowly driving me insane What a shame So connected to their world This physical twirl Hardly winning Wishing for a new beginning This unbalance surrounds everything around I try to ignore it But I can damn near hear the sound Of this system crumbling and fading And I stand here waiting For that day The conflict will fade away
Dear poets from Poets Rally week 32:
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/11/09/thursday-poets-rally-week-32-participation-awards/
4 awards for poets whose links are included under this post, feel free to claim and enjoy.
If you have attended potluck poetry, please claim all the awards from the post…
Happy Thursday,
Happy Weekend.
See you next Thursday.
cheers!
I’m so grateful to be in the company of all this wonderful talent.
Makes me happy…
Thanks for publishing my post Jingle. This is my first time here, so please help me! How do I know if I’ve won any award?
Wow, These Are Rare Talents In Poetry….Rally Week 32 Highlight ……
Here at World Spinner we are debating the same thing……
Thank you very much to include me among all this amazing talent!
Thank you very much Jingle, it was fun to participate. I will bookmark this page and read all later.
lol
Thanks, Ji. Happy Thursday and Happy Weekend to you. See you next time around. Appreciate all your work.
Peace and Hugs -
thanks for sharing all these splendid poems.
lots of love.
helo Promising Poets
Great poems, great work everyone.
Thank you, Ji, for including me among all these fine works.
JP
Thanks Jingle!
You sure seem to do a lot of work for these rally’s much appreciated! This was my first time, I was trying to keep up! I missed the pot luck, but will try to get through the whole rally next time round!
lots of fun!
- here’s to hope!
Lovely…so many poems…
Thank you for sharing them all here
Thanks Jingle. All comments done and posted. The poems are beautiful, some really exquisite for sure. Congratulations everyone.
Thanks for letting me know.
xx
Thanks for including me here Jingle! We have a lot of amazing poets here but you’re the best one because you managed to gather all these talent here and gave all of us the opportunity to share our works. Thank you.
Thanks Jingle for adding me……but anyway a little under the weather right now plenty to read while I doctor on myself….thanks again
I clicked on your link, could not find your entry last time,
it is fixed now,
your poem is within the first 30 on the list.
xx
hope you well.
Thank you Jingle
All of these are wonderful poems,
thank you for sharing ^_^ It’s great how more and more people are being unearthed from the billions of poetry portfolios out there.
Here is my entry for the next Thursday Poetry Rally: http://thestreetlamp.wordpress.com/2010/11/13/adieu/
Thanks Jingle, for the rally, for the interest in other posts, and for constantly hunting down new talent! It is incredible!
How do I keep entering (and how do I enter potluck and other stuff like this?)
MY GOODNESS!!! YOU ARE ALL ARE SO GOOD!!! I am humbled to have my piece on the same page as yours, mystic, jamie, bella, m.m. Thank you to everyone who has passed by for a visit and has left your prints! Thanks Jingle for the exposure and allowing me to discover such great talented poets! Have a great week you all!
L.
This is really an incredible compilation. Great work everyone!
Hi Jingle. You asked me to link a poem within 12 hours, so here’s my link!
http://thoughtunchained.wordpress.com/2010/11/17/cloudbusting/
Hi Ji.
I’m here. again.
hahahha
Please add my piece, BROKEN DILEMMA for WEEK 33.
thanks!
http://thisisbrixx.wordpress.com/2010/11/16/blank-dilemma
Love you Ji!
Keep it up!
=)
howdy Promising Poets
hello Promising Poets
Good day I was fortunate to seek your Topics in wordpress
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Hi Jingle – I have a problem – the early awards I got from you (April/May/June) I copied directly from your site, instead of downloading and uploading to my blog. Now they have been deleted from your site, they are gone from mine too… Not all of them are that important, but there is a perfect poet award one (the grand piano?), two celebrate the poet of the month runner-ups, plus several smaller awards, see my awards page –
http://lukepraterswordsalad.wordpress.com/community-accolades/
I wonder if you at least have the perfect poet one and also the two runner up ones? If you go to the page you’ll see which they are
Thanks so much.. my blunder ooopps sorry
Luke x