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Life
The gray skies of winter float lazily overhead.
Leaves carpet the forest floor, their fall colors long forgotten.
Such a depressing time of year when the landscape looks so dead.
Is it any wonder that a person feels so down trodden.
I try to maintain a happy spirit, as I realize I own such a small part in the worlds grand theatre.
As are the seasons so is our life, fresh and new born in the spring, full and strong in the summer, In fall we start to wither, to finally pass away in winter.
Our life but a shadow.
A. W.
"DADDY'S GAME"
www.freewebs.com/abcedit
Tom at Tintagel
Don't lean over the edge Tom.
These ancient walls were built for arrows not boys to bounce.
The sucking, slurping tide will stretch and reach
with gravity in helpful tow.
But can you feel the strongest pull of all?
Don't lean over the edge Tom
or the Dark Ages will get you.
Longing
you descend like a cloudy haze.
I have to close my eyes and breathe deep
for you are not here.
You invade sleep and drag at concentration;
who gave you the right?
Go on, hypnotise me with music.
Come here, magnetise me.
I want to find out what you are...
And then tonight the chance to know more;
but instead I disappeared into the shadows.
And now I hate the sin of procrastination.
I descend into a cloudy haze
I have to close my eyes and breathe deep
for you are not here...
Linda
author of 'Retishella and the Dolphins'
www.freewebs.com/lindabond
I AM
Standing firm
On enemy soil
Laden with weapons going off to war
Defending America against
Iraq—for a future free of terror attack
Essence of life—A hero proclaimed
Régime #1—American Soldier is my name
Heather Horne
I Chose to Survive
ISBN: 1-4241-1659-7
www.freewebs.com/heatherh772006
BANANA SPIDER REPUBLIC
Matilda spun her golden orb underneath the trees.
She hooked it to some Spanish moss and down to some leaves
And up to the branches as neat as you please.
She was upside down in the middle
Before the crickets lay down their fiddle.
Gertrude moved in next door and Agnes down the way.
They were ready for breakfast before the break of day.
If something would come along they could only hope and pray.
The big, golden orbs were shining in the dew,
Ready and waiting for anything that flew.
Flies and gnats and mosquitoes were everyday fare,
And a big juicy moth was a little bit rare.
They would grab it up and spin it up with great care
And hang it up high and dry, close to their lair.
No one would steal it ‘cause nobody dared.
But the best treat of all that made them feel so macha
Was a lively and brown humongous cucaracha.
Pass the salsa!!!! Por Favora!!!
Betty Fasig
Wooffer
www.woofferstories.com
www.wooffer.com/
Happy Father's Day!
Who is he?
This man with the power to move mountains,
yet has the gentle touch of a soft breeze?
With enough energy to light the sun,
yet has the calming nature of a quiet sea?
Who is he?
This man with the courage of a mountain lion,
yet has the quiet pride of a generous heart?
With the strength of hurricane on the move,
yet has the peaceful spirit of a morning start?
Who is he?
This man with the wisdom of all ages,
yet has the thirst to learn even more?
With a protective arm over his family,
yet has the depth to allow them to explore?
Who is he?
This man, who is loved, admired and looked up to?
Who enriches the lives of his children?
And makes them feel so glad?
Who is he?
He is my dad!
Vickie
The Tears to Treasure: Amy's Journey
www.vickiesuchy.com
www.tearstotreasure.com
Integrity
My integrity is a small hand mirror I carry in my back pocket.
It is there as it always has been.
Though I carry it always, I look into it seldom.
As I walk I am always mindful.
When I take it out to look into it,
I can see every mistake that I have ever made.
They are the deep scratches that cut through my image.
Beyond these, I see the true man.
Those who look at my reflection and see only scratches
Fail to see the man behind them.
I am my mistakes no more than the scratches are my image.
As I walk, I am always mindful.
Look deeply and know me.
Randy K Wallace
randy@randykwallace.com
www.randykwallace.com
Blog: http://justajot.blogspot.com/
Excerpt from "The Conversation."
“If I were to say, leave me, life, a little more than a short while, a little more time to make it right for as many in truth I could find.
Would you favor me dear sir, with time to render more from man who could be saved the ugliest, instead the glory know.
I am yours forever of course, of course, not prideful, filled instead with remorse for those who left you in heart and mind,
Let me be, Lord of all, maker of heaven and earth, every star, even the slightest bit of dust’s dust, every eye’s show,
I implore you as the hour does come when you have decided it must be, shall be all,
To allow man time and life enough to do the right, the good, and avoid the long final fall.”
“Take heed, son.
Take care now,
For time is done.
May you allow,
More for me, not you.
Heaven waits for very few.”
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Andrew
Heart & Iron ISBN 1-4137-5397-3
History, faith and God's blessings.
My One and Only Fellow
As I lie here on my pillow
All I can think about is my fellow
He is such a flirt
Yeah, he likes to watch all the skirts
I don’t know how he can be so mean
Because in my world he is my King
As I think and wonder why
I do know that time will go by
I know deep down in my heart
Not to let the tear drops start
That this feeling will not last
Then he will be in my past
There is a love waiting for me
Someone to love, trust, and honor me
His love will be so true
And he will never make me blue
He will never, ever be mean
In my world, he will be my King
His smile will be my umbrella
He will be my one and only fellow
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Nanny Doodle
Divorced At Six
www.freewebs.com/nannydoodle
www.nannydoodlebooks.com
Precious Memories of a Mothers Love
You have nurtured my spirit and soul from the beginning
Touching me so ever gently giving me love never ending
Cradled me in your arms while singing soothing lullabies
Kissing my cheek while stroking gently the tears from my eyes
Holding my tiny hand helping me learn to walk
Standing by my side as so to catch me whenever I would fall
Your loving spirit shined a light as bright as the great northern star
Leading me through the darkness keeping me far away from any harm
Sheltering and comforting me giving no regard to yourself
You unselfishly did without to take care of me like no one else
Your blanket of love kept me warm when I was cold
Nurturing and loving you wrapped your heart around my soul
All my great accomplishments in this life I have been blessed
Is because of you my sweet Mother so don’t ever second guess
You have made me what I am and what I have yet to be
The best human being, loving mother to my own precious three
And as I watch my daughter tenderly embrace her own precious gifts of life everything seems to come full circle and everything in the world is right
So as you gave to me all your life all the love you had to give
I give to you all my love for all my life after all it is the greatest gift
By Barbara Watkins
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Psychological Thrillers/ Behind the Red Door
Thorns of an Innocent Soul www.barbezbooks.com
~~Red Roses Bloom~~
Two fine-looking roses rest
Developed from earth
Surround them blue flowers
Forget not their worth
Folks who took notice
Felt the warmth of the sun
The depth of a family
Two hearts now one
A constant heartbeat
Of colours red
Toiling the soil
Our family was fed
Through every trial
Their kiss was their song
Bedtimes held prayers
No matter how long
A smile met a smile
A frown, we traded those in
For sometimes a cookie
Or kiss on the chin
Red roses that bloom
I couldn’t chose any other
To remind me of love
Of Father and Mother
Grandpa and Grandma
They say…
I love you still
Red roses bloom memories
And for~always will
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Colleen C Smith
Entangled Within The Nature of Things
http://www.myspace.com/authorcolleensmith
©2006 Darin Wesley Gosling
It was a winters eve,
I sit and write my poetry,
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain,
Simply writing out my feelings,
My experiences,
My lifes work,
I hope that one day,
Someone will pick it up,
So on travels the ink,
All across my paper,
My dogs near by,
Barking at the wind,
So what says this writing,
What significance does it have?
It means the world to me,
And maybe one day my fair lady.
Boredom - 2006 Editor's Choice Award Winner
The silence is deafening
in this small lonely space
as I sit and I ponder
this burden I face.
Alone in the dark
no signs of reprieve
from madness that enters
my mind on this eve.
The darkness surrounds me
in a cold, dark embrace
and chokes out all hope
that I'll soon leave this place.
© Copyright 2006 Ron Howard. All rights reserved.
A Desperate Search
If only I could find someone
to fill this void inside
who'd take away the emptiness
and stand there by my side
to be my one companion
whose love would never fail
and stop the endless drifting
of this ship without a sail
desperately I search
hoping each day to find
that one and only person
who loves me body, soul and mind
I know she's out there somewhere
a beacon of light for me
to guide me safely home
from this dark and dismal sea
© Copyright 2005 Ron Howard.
All rights reserved.
Ron Howard
A search for meaning
www.ronspoetry.us
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A Father's Grief
In silent disbelief
I read those granite words
that tell a soldier's tale
and how valiantly he served.
Monuments to freedom
standing straight and tall
they represent men willing
to sacrifice it all.
I stand as tears fill my eyes
and pain chokes out my heart
so proud that you were willing
to go and do your part.
And though I do have pride
in the battles that you won
it gives me little comfort for
I have lost my son.
Rest peacefully, my son
your battles now are through.
Look down on me from Heaven
and remember I love you.
© Copyright 2005 Ron Howard.
All rights reserved.
Forbidden Fruit…
I long to hold her in my arms
And never let her go
But timid am I
And that is why
My feelings I don’t show
She is like forbidden fruit
Growing on a tree
Out of reach
Or so they preach
To a fool such as me
Should I journey on a path
That suddenly may end
To risk it all
And take the fall
And maybe lose a friend
For life is most dangerous
When it comes to love
Its what we seek
The mighty and meek
And ask of God above
© Copyright 2005 Ron Howard.
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Chivalry…
Come take a ride
and ye shall see
That I am thy knight
with noble steed
Here to save thee
from toil and grief
I’ll smite thy foes
and bring relief
To be at thy side
is all I long for
To stay I’ll fight
with lance and sword
For there is no life
without your love
I’ll fight to keep it
on earth and above
And when at last
the battle is through
Know in your heart
it was all for you
For I am you knight
and shall always be
Forever and ever
in love with thee
© Copyright 2005 Ron Howard.
All rights reserved.
My Hero
I walk along beside him,
taking three steps to his one.
Just trying to keep up
because he's so much fun.
I want to do as he does,
so I follow where he goes.
And do my best to learn
everything he knows.
In life he is my hero,
for there's nothing he can't do.
Daddy, when I grow up,
I want to be like you.
© Copyright 2005 Ron Howard.
All rights reserved.
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Unrecognizable Melody
Stumbling with two feet
A dancer
Lost in the pulse of so many heartbeats
Becomes confused
Focus incomplete
It is by chance;
A twist of fate
To dance in unity
Following is impossible
As echoes sound
From beneath the heartbeats of the dancers
Blending into a unrecognizable melody
Love….
Have you ever been loved?
I watched a plant as it embraced the droplet of dew
Sent with love from passing dark
I watched a mother sparrow rap her wing around her
young and shelter them from dangers bark
I watched the warmth of the sun penetrate and divide
Mist that lingered in the early morn
I watched the young and old sing with joyfulness
New songs, which had been born
I watched the stars at night peek around a cloud
To bid me for my ache
I watched torn pieces of a heart mended
Of a heart that could not break
I have been loved by each of these treasures
Loved with gift of sight
My own arms have cradled me on dark and starless night
I have felt the warmth of sunlight as it danced upon my skin
If these are what you call love,
Then Yes I have been
Knowledge
Knowledge can be found
Within the heart of those who seek not
To conquer the thoughts of those they meet
To possess another’s wisdoms and dreams
To speak pompous of their cause
To judge where mercy is given
Knowledge can be found
Within the heart of those who seek not
Ever changing life flows on and on
But the one who stands firm upon the knowledge within
Cannot be moved
Sing the song you have inside you
No matter what the key
Your creator knows the perfect way
To make a melody
Write the words you have inside
No matter how they start
Your creator know already
Each and every part
Dance with the rhythm you have inside
No matter how big or small
Your creator wrote each step
And will not let you fall
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Colleen C Smith
Entangled Within The Nature of Things
http://www.myspace.com/authorcolleensmith
Long Journey
I see myself in the long journey of life.
The years go by with the slice of a knife.
The seasons turn,
The calendars burn,
And lessons learned.
I’m at the cross road and which way do I go.
At this point in my life I just don’t know.
I cry,
I hurt,
I scream,
I wish I could fall into an endless dream.
I don’t want to be wrong,
But the little voice in my
Head tells me to be strong.
Michael A. Mata
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http://michaelmata.bravehost.com/
If I reached beneath the depths
of darkest oceans and swept
you close for safe keeping
then I have truely loved.
If I caught you falling from
a mountain top or fought
the demons in your dreams
then I am your safety.
If I am there when you look
and hear your voice and
calm your spirit
then I am your advisor.
If I cry with you and feel
the pain of things that
mean the most to you
then I am your dad.
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"Books are the footprints of life"
http://freewebs.com/robertaustin
Optimism
Today and tomorrow
can bring one pain
and someone said
no pain no gain,
I'm not sure about destiny
but I have much faith
I've lost loved ones too
our turns coming just wait
I believe the days will get better
and I'm certain they will
so before doing something foolish
think about a chill pill.
Big dreaams can ruin you
unless you play it smart
we know right from wrong
so follow your heart.
There's a simpler way to life
I suggest you don't make plans
when the cat gets out the bag
remember it's not in your hands.
I'd prefer the phrase
"JUST DO IT"
if something unexpected comes up
you can almost say you knew it.
Keep My Child Out the devil's Reach
Keep my child out the devil's reach
he's coming fast from all ways
he met my child at the store today
because of things like this I pray.
Keep my child out the devil's reach
he's appearing in her peers
I send my child to school to learn
he's been manipulating for years.
Keep my child out the devil's reach
the devil's coming full throttle
he's coming fast from all ways
my child saw him in a bottle.
Keep my child out the devil's reach
please bring her home to me
stay away from my child devil
she's to come back to me safely.
Keep my child out the devil's reach
and all our friends around
back up and go devil
just leave without a sound.
K.L.Camper
She reminds me of the passion...
this purple flame within-
my burning hunger for writing...
dripping golden twilights of dew upon her brow
tender caress
warm breath
husky i love yous
sheets pulled and pushed
innocent kisses
fingernails trailing fire down backs
tickilng touches
grasping, almost in a rage of love
fingers tracing my nose
hair pulling, swapping dominance equally
breath upon my neck
true
unbound
unlimited
unrestrained
passion
early morning haze
darkness around
hands
searching
desperately
desiring
dancing
across
fluffly blankets
across
the smoothness of your thigh
under
the restrictiveness of your shirt
across
your beautiful body
unparallel passion
look over to see
golden
ribbons of sun
dancing
delicately
upon your hair
slightly closed eyes
slight smile
my angel in the flesh…
tears flood my eyes in an instant
thinking of you
your touch
your love
your inspiration
your ability to inspire when nothing else does
your friendship
yes,
she reminds me daily
of my passion
for life
for love
for the future
for every second I spend with her.
this purple, blistering, overwhelming feeling
she reminds me of my passion for true love
she reminds me of my passion for writing...
peeppeep101
The world waits,
At heaven’s gate,
At hell’s deep,
Millions will keep.
The journey ran in blood fine,
A journey of helpless pain,
No one spared, sister mine,
Nothing, brother is the same.
Matters not how high the cost,
Matters not how many the loss,
To do the work that must be done,
Matters only who shall have won.
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Heart & Iron ISBN 1-4137-5397-3
History, faith and God's blessings.
TERMS OF LIFETIME LOVE
I just want you to understand,
How I feel, for it is what I am.
I just want you to be around,
To be my one and only man.
I just want your trust and love,
For I just can't seem to get enough.
I just want you to lift me high,
And see through my bluff.
I just want you to understand,
To wrap us up in a silver band.
I just want you to be around;
And together, walk hand in hand.
*Published 1999 in the Hardcover Anthology: The Last Good-byes - National Library of Poetry
*Editor's Choice Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry
CONTRADICTION
Governments are fundamentally unsustainable for our nation.
Sweetened words rot while panels point fingers in every direction.
Implicitly implying our hunger, our homes are worth the risk.
Ensuring the dependants and unproductive ones suffer most,
Our society initially caused this appendage host.
Small islands, we like to call parks, become our only wild lands.
Murdering creative spirits, society crushes and smears the people.
Children, not even safe from their own family members,
Are taught to conform to patterns acceptable to the masses.
Struggling to directionalize their aim; it's there, but there it's not.
Living lives in contradiction - confinement where the spirit soars.
Keeping open receptors; we armor our selves with our only swords.
Those bright neon lights meant to aid our choice in direction,
Only blend in the masses of society's blinking illuminations.
Our culture collision ridicules all beliefs while entwining them all.
And peacefully inflicting our belief of justice and virtues on one another,
Our own violence and war feeds our senseless economy and dependence.
And finding a tiny flower in a crack between cement and men,
We become inspired to save it.
ODE TO B.C.
Floating, swirling, swooping in clean skies,
Above turquoise and emerald encrusted mountains,
They soar among the currents - diving for their meals.
Playing under clouds and wisps of spring rains
BC's winged angels guard a natural treasure.
The green-gold of Canada's jewel
Lures the world to pan our wonders.
Yet this diversity, our sweet and bitter core,
Teaches us to embrace and nourish the mountain lakes;
Where bears roam and cougars roar...
And the shy lynx dance along to music
Made by trickling streams and rushing rivers,
That lead to the ocean lapping at our shore.
With hope and love in mankind's hearts,
We relish in knowing this wilderness exists...
Surviving us.
-Trash Talk - An inspirational guide for individuals concerned about their environmental impact. ISBN#141372518X
- Towards Understanding - 120 poems regarding survival, environment and society. ISBN#1413793371
http://www.sunshinecable.com/~drumit
"The dark side of the light chaser"
Demons that disturb his dreams as he sleep
walking the walls, shadowing shadows they creep.
Carrying out the instructions to exchange strife for life.
It's the soul they seek, so they speak.
Feeling everyday, closer to losing his mind.
Speak to me Father of all time and whisper secrets, ancient in kind.
Help me to hear wisdoms voice so I may also share in rejoice.
And
As the tall glass of all wonder, darken the mind
came such a clear opening of the night sky.
On his knees, angels heard his cry, and replied
“All things will manifest as time passes by.”
He was told, “there's no reason to lose your mind
you will see something that will change our times.
“Look to tomorrow, not what's seen today,
the future is yours,” he heard wisdom say.
“Thirst and hunger without reason or cost,
and peace with joy will make no pause.”
Poem by Wesley Allen Mack and Markeeta Foster
Copyright (c) 2006, All rights Reserved
mackwam@aol.com
http://freewebs.com/mydaddymydaughter/
ISBN 1-4137-8598-0
Poetry is the vehicle to allow the soul to reach it's peak.
Not just articulation of language, venacular of words we speak.
A day in the Ghetto
Children play with dirty feet upon the hot pavement street,
While flowers grow on window sills the rose pedals and daffodils,
Fall to the floor that mama sweeps while making sure that all ends meet.
This city’s just a purgatory, a pit stop on our way to glory.
We live our days and hold our dreams, while down below the siren screams.
The dirt, the smog, the subway fare, the pimps, the pushers, the blind man’s stare.
Above the mess mom gets some rest, while sister studies for another test.
Father drinks as if for jest, and me, I dream of heading west,
To castles built on gleaming sand, the sun, the sea, the promise land.
This city’s just a day stood still, this high is just another pill.
To live is just another drink, to puke a trip to the bathroom sink.
The escape is one that few succeed, while mother’s cry and victims bleed.
A day in the city is a life of Hell, to those who tried and those who fell,
To those who lie and those who tell, to those who buy and those who sell,
to those who died but never won, and to the infant whose life’s just begun.
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