Month: September 2016

RUN, Poetry by La Shan Knox

Genre: Hope

RUN

by

La Shan Knox

If they don’t put joy in your heart and put a smile on your face – RUN
If you feel a callous in their voice with negativity as their friend – RUN
If they suggest you focus on the problem and pull out the solution – RUN

If they don’t support your dreams and make mountains out of moles – RUN
If they don’t sharpen your mind and make you better, bringing out the best within you – RUN
If their words can kill a plant, and poison the birthplace of a butterfly’s wings – RUN

If they see no good and feel as if everyone is out to get them – RUN
If they make noise in the quiet air as peace surrounds your mind’s sphere – RUN
If they eat poison as their meal and have misery for their drink – YOU BETTER RUN

If they can’t see the person in the mirror is filled with rage and bitterness with a temper for a volcano – DON’T RUN
Sprint to your peace
Leap into joy
Dash into love
Swim into hope and faith
And RUN to the best of yourself
That beautiful person within that GOD created you to be.

 

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The Fractal Debris, Poetry by Keefe R.D.

Genre: Rhyme, Thriller

Title: The Fractal Debris
Writer: Keefe R.D
Blog: http://www.keeferd.wordpress.com
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THE FRACTAL DEBRIS

The house buried under the sun,

the shimmer they hid couldn’t run,

for the age they held,

no more than a hesitancy.

If one could shallow a sinner thought,

the old cabin would allure,

for the smoke and ashes to sue.

The tantrum was lifting a tragedy,

of what they said about the wood;

a frantic horror and panic.

For what they had consumed,

they might remain the same.

The cabin wouldn’t look alive,

and the brown shade would suffice.

as if the fractal debris were there to swirl.

As the only living place in the wood,

oh, the agony to lose that place has raging,

only for them to survive,

from the wild roses.

Once the wolf echoed,

they should know their place.

 

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YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW, Poetry by Eve Noel

Genre:    DARK, PAINFUL, HOPE

YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW by Eve Noel

His eyes are ocean blue, wide with excitement. He loved me. He cherished me. He laughed with me.

Wanting to touch his new friend. I hunger for him. His companionship. His warmth. Know me he not.

I revisit today with anticipation. The stares piercing. His eyes, the color of night. The long gaze sends a volt of lightning into my heart. The knife dipped in poison is thrust deep into my heart. The aim is to
kill. But I survived. I retreat. I am a clam.

To bring my soul back to life is tomorrow’s journey, which is now today.

Eve Noel

WGAE

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DREAMS AND REALITY, Poetry by Natalia Gorbunova, Spain.

Genre: Rhyme, Inspirational

DREAMS AND REALITY

At last! From the heaven some sounds touch your ears:

Like a rapid stream is my fluent speech,
My words are mixed with your gentle tears.
Of course, I’ve made my option which
Helped me to defeat this cruel world.
Do understand, my little bird
All the melodies of my daring mind
(It was difficult to do so far).
We can create a lustrous star
To illuminate the humankind.
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Oh, God! A bell is ringing on
And an ignis fatuus falls upon.
Natalia Gorbunova, Spain.

 

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I am, Poetry by Allyson Olivia

Genre: Inspirational

I am
By
Allyson Olivia

Clear droplets falling from a gray sky,
making you beg for the sun.
Pouring hot into fine china, tea bag dipped to sip.
Shooting out of a hose, clearing the cluttered path,
powerful with every spray.
Turned off.
Torrential, ruining parades.
A mist, danced in.
Flowers flourish.
Falling from faces in pain.
Steaming, I whistle.
Ice, I clunk.
Contain, yet contained.
Towels soak me up.
Tongues lift high.
Kool-Aid stirred in, kids gulp.
Buckets of me put out fires.
You swim.
You drown.
I am still, reflecting the sun.

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Ottawa, Poetry by Forrest Jamie

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Genres: Friendship, Hurt, Painful, Sad, Abandoned

Ottawa (10.27.2015) by Forrest Jamie

I can’t make you miss me.
I can’t pull the words from your throat
and I sure as hell can’t make you care.
I can’t sit you down in front of me and beg for honesty
and I can’t make you listen.
That’s the hardest part, I think.
And I was terrified of it – knowing I’d have to
let you go the next time you came around.
But more than that, I think what scared me most
was you never coming back. Finally.
That whatever it was that kept me dear to you
would vanish and you would just stay gone.
Lo and behold,
my nightmare is now my reality.
So why?
Why did you promise and why did you break it?
Why didn’t you call and why haven’t you come back?
You always came back.
And as much as…

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Walls of Flesh, Poetry by Shannon Rohn

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Genre: Society, Inspirational

~ Walls of Flesh ~
by Shannon Rohn

Life isn’t just what is seen in a pretty picture,
But the secrets buried from within the walls of our flesh, and hidden deep inside,
Intellectually we stand tall, body held strong by the back bone of our pride,
While we battle the constant thoughts of the conscious mind,
Unable to see the whole picture because we are blind.

What if we crossed the wrong bridge, or took the wrong street,
Should we prepare ourselves for lies & deceit?
Instead of what makes our heart beat?

Trying to look prettier everyday, but still perfect in God’s eyes,
Inside we still burn with secrets and lies,
Still trying to control in their heart what lives or dies,
How do you deal with those whose mind has taken over their lives?,
Behind the Walls of Flesh is where they hide.

We…

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Lessons On Throwing Shade, Poetry by Nigel Toussaint Bray

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Genre: Rhyme, Life

Lessons On Throwing Shade
by Nigel Toussaint Bray

Ladies and gentlemen, tramps and thieves
The shade will fall upon us all who deign to deceive

Live your own truth, not a lie
And you will need no alibi

The more you live do trust more in thyself, there’s no need to really fight
As life will teach you soon enough, who and when to cut at will and on sight
All the shady dark souls casting a shadow over your light

As for me, I try my best to be a gentleman so don’t call me shady
Even though once or twice more, I may have dressed like a lady

But go ahead and cast a stone or two, if you are indeed without sin
Most of my battles I now know, to fight from within

If lost, try to find yourself back on a path with…

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Farewells of Mt. Auburn, Poetry by Mark-Curtis Dunn

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Genre: History, Life, War

Farewells of Mt. Auburn

i
Crisp Spring after last snow melt
Greens buds atop a frosty hillock.
Forest branches reach to azure turned golden
Where beneath emerald, secret paths among headstones
Meander up hill and down to strain the breast.
Only intimates would know
Demure scrolled marble weary white by the years
Still to bring gasps and tears for those who rest.

ii
Bonded in serenity as in life
Infant child, doting mother, upright father
Cast into grief so sudden, long sighs to heave
Until joined once more
With mirror grey granite blazoned names.

iii
Hillside helmeted herald
Pearly wings outstretched, spear at the ready,
Proclaims in perpetuity
Such a gift her forbears beneath brought
To span that earthly chasm
Between light and shade, friend and foe,
Before temporal borders close the day.

iv
Maiden sphinx sarcophagus,
Mighty, majestic, martial,
Hosts phalanx ghosts
Lock step, bayonets…

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The Coldest Winter, Poetry by M.S The Secret…

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Genre: Life, Society

The Coldest Winter 
Here comes more snow and its holding at 3 degrees below 0.
No heat, no food, not even a drink.
It’s hard trying to survive living on these cold ass streets.
To strange to believe, I never dreamed this would be the life I would lead.
No one knows who I am.
Their eyes just see another needy, homeless man.
My dreams have long faded away.
Now I struggle to survive on these streets day after day.
I can’t even pray.
I don’t know what to say.
I guess GOD knows I live this way.
I often ask myself how I turned out this way.
Some would be quick to say it’s my lazy trifling ways.
Some would say it’s all of my drinking drugging days.
If I could I would ask GOD will I die this way or is it in His grace…

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