Poem
I am best at keeping the things in order and neat but I prefer being lazy
I am expert in managing the relationships but I prefer being single.
I can afford all means of transportation but I prefer walking.
I am good at exploring new places and meeting new people but I prefer staying in my room and spend time with me.
Genre
Introvert, Solitude, philosophy
GENRE – CITIES
On a Par is….. Paris
The Grand Dame of them all
Paris mon cherie
You are lover to us all
City Of Romance – we yearn to hear its call
The Champs Elysees – The Eiffel Tower
Pinnacles d’amour…. unashamedly we all adore
Coco Chanel, Toulose Leutrec
The Moulin Rouge its CanCan Dancers… how can we forget
Legends like Piaf that have no regrets
River Seine in the morning – then lit up at night
Imagine we are sailing on it, a lover in sight
The quartier La Marais with its boutique magasins
Pâtisseries delectable food displayed in colourful array
Coffee al fresco where lovers gaze into each other’s eyes
Then promenade to the Ritz
L’hotel that holds secrets
Of love’s arrows and inclandestine trysts
All over the world cities change
Yet Paris stays like a constant companion
Welcoming the curious, lonely and the lost
Healing and restoring them again back to sane
Recovering them resplendently from life’s hefty blame
Paris….. never fails to deliver……
A myriad of experiences setting hearts a quiver
Haute Couture Fashion feted around the globe
Excites women everywhere – teasing them, whoever they are….
To remember always…. to dare….to wear their beautiful robes
Artists still flock to the palette of the world
To dazzle, inspire and make art, our care
Whether they display their drawings dans la rue or at The Louvre
They do so with such joi di vivre and complete savoir faire
Ancient buildings sandy coloured and white
When looking upon it you could still be in another century
One of grandeur and political might
Renaissance or Baroque no matter where you look or walk
Paris… Paris…. is the city which incites us to turn curiosity’s key…..
Childlike a peep through the keyhole, then teasingly unlocked
Where we re-connect with our feelings and once again to take stock
Of lives lived, yet so much more to do,
So walk to the Arch de Triumph and stand afore it and swear
That Paris will have nurtured you once again and to pledge allegiance
To all of its secrets and the treasures found there…………….
Copyright:- Natasha Anne Kelleher 2011
Genre: Dark Romance
I have crossed Death’s courtyard more than once,
In hopes that she will keep my heart for all the months,
For Death does love me so recklessly,
In her hesitance to claim me, accidental immortality,
What she considers reward,
Has become my double edged sword,
Every time I’ve tried to die we’ve danced through her orphic kingdom,
Before I utter once, her amaranthine lips again return me to life.
I’ve returned to the horrid living land,
Wandering lost I find myself a bench for I can barely stand,
This insufferable quandary has finally consumed my soul,
Doubled over now crying into my own hands,
Why can’t I die, why can’t I say,
That I would stand beside her every day,
How troublesome it is my hollow solitude,
Of heartbroken eternity,
For I so loved Death that I found no luster in life,
What will it take to finally end my repeated strife,
How is she so blind to how I feel for her as I’ve gone to her near ninety times,
My condemnation has reached its tantamount,
As if in answer to my tribulation, a stranger has come with murderous designs,
Against the waning moonlight his knife shines,
To commit the most apprehensive of crimes,
Thanks to this miscreant a barbarous scheme I have devised
If you should take my life, I have but one request,
Take your knife and carve a message upon my chest,
Do this deed for me I plead,
I shall give you all that I’ve accrued and sign the rights over to you.
With minor coercion, he set about his bloody work,
In finding my intricate solution, I died with a pained but knowing smirk,
Closing my eyes, I hoped for the final time,
In so few hours, I again returned to her.
In shock she saw me so freshly arrived,
My clothes matted with my blood for what I’d contrived,
Worried she rushed to alleviate my pains,
With my finger I halted her resurrecting kiss.
In her confusion, I removed my shirt so covered in gore,
That she might witness the scarlet cut message I bore,
As her gaze did alight upon my sigil,
Her lips began to quiver, and her courtly visage did fracture
Collapsing to her knees, she began to cry with such labored breath,
For unbeknownst to my most beautiful lady Death,
That I in turn did yearn for her,
And she grieved for all the decades we had lost,
I took her hand into my own and pulled her back upon her feet,
And held her close to know that we were finally complete,
I held her in a rigorous caress,
She unperturbed as my garnet ichor stained her from crown to corset,
Now she knows it’s her and only her that I admire,
For all my wanting she is all that desire,
For if I could not be with her,
Than life itself I did loathe,
Even as I bled on her, she grinned thrillingly up at me,
With my blood upon her face I wiped her red stained tears of glee,
And standing up on to her toes, with her amaranthine kiss she cured me,
Of my mortal wound and mortal heart,
This time though she kissed me with such fevered passion,
As was never before her fashion,
That I might know her answer to my question,
She pulled away and joyfully outcried Yes!,
Now our lonely eras ended, we rejoice in our finding,
That this redamancy was eternally binding,
All it took were these three words carved into flesh,
Let me stay.
Clone, are the souls in all the terrains
No one exotic on the pale blue spot
All feels the torment, all feels the blest
All relish the windy fall, all lingers the rains.
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Same are the features, same the binds
Of every men, women and children
Same is the heart
Diverse are the thoughts but same are the minds.
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People of all lands enjoy the melodies
Read from the same vision
Learn from the same mind
Duel in the battlefield with similar strategies.
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But remember, war is futile
It ills our own souls
Evils our wonders
So bear no more, stem war immotile.
sometimes the stars are full of woe,
only if we know how it comes at night..
i mourned old songs of spook & they forms hollow
in my pendulum
a breeze
fighting through my body & into a lament mouth
hoping to peel away the heavy stroke of harmattan that frustrate patient souls
throw away into an island
remember, i am like an open sea like a bird
hurried into the cloud of an old hymn
this is my pendulum where my tales are told a silent
drums
full of books of woe a drum of death
now who cares to tell me where & how will life begin me?
a life full of dust, i can’t remember when last i sang a song of tranquility
in a scorned house only songs of wind blows death
i walk alone on the road with thoughtless mind & drag alone my heavy mind into ribs
where i first learned how to sing songs of woe it felt enjoyable
until i realized i was singing songs that’s about to hunt me
i tried to survive with it— the sins that circumscribe me like fashion
like a photo albums
they burn and blot souls
away.
About me:
Nosakhare Collins is the author of a chapbook “a pilgrim of songs” (Sevhage Publishers, 2018). Recent poems appeared or are forthcoming in SEVHAGE Reviews, Antarctica Journal, Least Bittern Books, Dwart Magazine, Youth Shades Magazine, WRR (Words, Rhythms and Rhymes), Poetry Festival and has widely been anthologized and publicized by eminent global repute. He writes & teaches from Nigeria, and can be reached through social media handle; Facebook: Nosakhare Collins, Twitter: @nosa_collins, Instagram: nosakharecollins
Love is more than a word.
It is a living and breathing spirit,
which has been given to ALL of us,
as a gift from GOD.
It has infinite life,
and has survived the worst of times.
It sees no color, passes no judgement, and
displays no preferential treatment.
Love has embraced anyone who has called its name.
Although it has been dealt with many blows.
Love is still a peaceful warrior, who has spent a lifetime,
in battle with the evils of the world.
And no matter the opponents, or how and vigorous the fight,
LOVE is still UNDEFEATED.
By: Patrick S Duncan Copyright 2010 (c)
To my daughter, you are a Princess and you will evolve into a Queen.
Be yourself.
“Life is not about finding yourself, life is about creating you.”
The only person that can stop you from achieving your goals and dreams is you.
Never let somebody tell you that you can not do this or that. For example, if the person says “you can not buy this car”.
Love yourself a little bit more than you love your husband.
Do not let other people tell you who you are.
It is not about anybody else, you count.
The future is a print out of what you do today, therefore, do something today.
Make sure you have the money in the Italian culture the money they gave you at the wedding is yours to keep as her money and add a little amount to it every month. It is not to buy a house or a car or waste on shopping. People are people.
“You should build a team of trusted advisors, but never give up control to anyone — whether it’s your spouse, your advisor or your friend who’s really smart about money.” Liz Weston
Concerning relationship
In order for you to have a healthy relationship in the
Beginning asks, “What are your relationship needs?”
“What do you need from me?”
A lover is any fighter who believes her desires are shared by the world.
If you behave like a lover with things, you will have an unusual power over them.
You have a boy energy and a girl energy, therefore use your boy energy to make millions of dollars and save the world. Take yourself out to a concert, a show, dinner or even a movie.
Your vulnerability is your potential.
Marriage dies when one play terrorist attack against the other.
What happens when he tells you that he loves war? Run as fast as you can and do not go back.
Feel that people are somehow a part of you and something else happens: you become greater than you are individual.
You win a war “by making it everyone is not yours alone.” What happens when he is charismatic and everyone loves him, still maintain your identity?
Do not set your heart on love, your pleasure, your career you will regret it.
Poor decisions are made when people do not think clearly or do not know how not to react.
Base your decisions on careful thinking, not on the emotions of the moment.
Impulsive decisions are making leads to severe complications.
Put yourself in check.
Accept praise
Always have a plan
Keep the plan close to you
Keep people that support you
Do not give people the benefit of the doubt.
Require more from people
Deal with the truth
Play Big
“Spend times with God before you go to war.”
Luke 6: 27
Jesus says love your enemies, loving our enemies means acting in their best interests. We can pray for them and we think of ways to help them.
Being in the business of losing arguments and win relationships.
Apologizing draws people closer unless the person is not in the right spirit.
You do not need everyone to like you, just be loyal to God, He’ll take of everything.
Jesus did not use the word of God to attack the devil that is only 1/3. He used it to maintain the victory He already had.
Love means action.
Submit to your husband is attractive. What happens when he does not love you the way God said to love you?
What happens when he is overly protective of his children and his family?
Move on without him
Don’t stop praying when you are in a desert.
Be available for your husband, even when you do not feel like it.
One way to put love to work is to take the initiative in meeting specific needs.
A forgiving spirit demonstrates that a person has received God’s forgiveness.
“Whenever you want something in your life, do it for someone else.”
Make sure you are following the best teachers and leaders because you will go no farther than they do.
We often rationalize our sins by pointing out the same mistakes in others.
Never give your opinion to teens or adults unless they ask.
Let your children pick or follow their paths, remember God has a bigger purpose for them.
“Be concern about “does your life matter down here, and are you a blessing to others?”
Try to promote justice, finding cures, developing agricultures and spreading the wealth.
If you have one good friend in life, you are lucky. You do not need ten.
She came to the conclusion that the way a man treats his car, his pets, his mom and you will know how he is going to treat you.
If he keeps his car clean and maintains that is how he will treat you.
If he does not clean his car and maintenance on the car, he will do the same to you.
If he’s obsessed with his car and other items that the way he feels about you. Does he take his dog for a walk? Does he feed the dog? Does he clean the dog? Does he appreciate the person that takes cares of his dog?
I love how he looks at me; I could see that he admire and loves me.
I love how he can see that I liked him and made the move to give me his phone number.
I love how he can see that I find him very attractive.
I love how I can be myself around him.
I love being around him and I cannot get enough of him.
I love his lips and the way he kissed me; I love his face, his height, his skin why not I’ll say it everything about him.
I love the walk we took by the water and discuss our lives.
I love the way he holds my hand.
I love the time alone that we shared that brought us closer.
I love how we share our dreams and the plan to implement them.
I love how he shares his concerns and issues with me.
I love how we stared into each other’s eyes and knew that we want each other.
I love how he kissed me with such passion.
I love how he touch my face with such passion.
I love how he hugs me with his protective arms.
I love how he gives me advice about many things.
I love how he goes out of his way to find something that I need.
I love how he gives me compliments in front of others.
I love how times heal him, and he realized that what he did was wrong.
I love how he held my face and said: “you know that I love you right.”
I love the way his hands touch my back and my waist.
I love how he is so protective of me.
—
Marie Diaz-Cervo
Walking down the Boulevard,
making reality fiction,
watching living pictures
of tragic lyrics, enabled
by ruthless cowards…
I wait at the bus line,
wondering in these
sad times, why does
this cancer of despair,
thrive in our air…
Thousands upon thousands,
waning their existence,
looking for a piece
of the fabulous life,
yes, fame at what price…
Hearts without feelings,
our economy is reeling from
drugs, alcohol and murder,
corruption’s game name your prize,
brute force empty sea of lies…
Spurious, I’ll look for a
‘Glimmer of Hope’, as I’m
choked by the tears, that
stream in the
‘Era of Bling’,
let the ‘Truth Be Told’,
as ‘Humanity’ sells its soul…
by Singleton M. Tate
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