arrival or need
no real
understanding
or speed
a transformation
just around the bend
the universe
teaching a lesson
a now comfortable
new friend
time
patience
and space
will allow
that individual
to win that
great race
to shine
and be ready to climb
everything will be
OK
no need to panic
life is not
the Titanic
and calmness
will set the stage
allowing the reader
to turn an important
page
and become
the hero
of their own
masterpiece
train hard
get strong
know on this earth
you truly do
belong
confident
and true
must start believing
in you
Carly
or Bruce
stop
the bickering
make a truce
for no more
will the critic
or angel
outweigh
pieces parts
will forever
save the day
one big whole
that makes us
who we are
close the eyes
follow that
faraway star
for first
you must breathe
to be able
to achieve
and thrive
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Read Poem: DEADLY EMBRACE by Debby Jones
Snow crackling beneath my feet
like stepping on dry bones.
A slippery playground
Of cold, dead earth;
I feel so far from home.
The wind howls its eerie lament
It gnaws at my face;
a hungry fiend with hands
as cold as Death’s embrace.
Each step brings me farther and farther;
yet sets my teeth on edge.
My journey seems never ending;
as the frost bites at my flesh.
No spring, nor summer shall I meet again;
For the cold wind howls my name.
The beast rages forth.
There’s no turning back.
I fear my time hath came.
It wraps its hands
around my neck
and takes my breath away.
Read Poem: Glimpse (Light Of Dawn) by Ryan Fredric Steinbeck
I was an early explorer to this area.
I dreamt of an inaccessible mountain.
I ascended to the southeast edge of the south face,
enduring glacier climbs and gullies,
then layers upon layers of snow.
That was when I caught a glimpse of sunrise.
The auburn rocks reflected the diverging rays through ice,
as if flames were lighting the way.
I wanted to live in that moment forever,
but I knew I couldn’t stay.
A rift valley pulls away continental plates.
I’m immersed in groundwater reserves.
The marine environment spills its secrets,
revealing a map of historical formations.
I catch a glimpse of the world before,
from the shoals to the undersea range.
I dig in for the odyssey of survival,
but know in due course it will change.
I once thought I was distinguished.
I let myself be ruined.
I hadn’t realized my suffering,
was vital to enlightenment.
The separation and essential death of me,
was the suspended weightlessness
that can only arise when you’ve become something more,
yet something less all the same.
In that void between existence,
I was momentarily complete.
That was when I caught a brief glimpse of love.
It was everything I’d imagined it would be.
Read Poem: the old building by Peter Awad
there , at that old building I always return .
There , we made our farewell , you left me a burn .
That burn consumed the depth of my heart .
Melted me dramatically and ripped me apart .
You hung my gallows on your departure
You strangle me, just by going further
It’s been 15 years so far , 15 years of loneliness
Holding to my pact ,feeding on hopefulness
I hid your love in my ribs , lest they unveil my weakness
I follow your ghost steps , I’m a wanderer in a wilderness
Do not ask a lidless slender , how he lost his drowsiness
just take off your sturdiness, there, on the border of tenderness
There ,at that old building , you shall come again
You’d better hurry up before I die of pain
Peter Awad ,
Read Poem: I WANT… by Maurice Williams Sr
I want to share your joy; I want to show you love,
I want to share a look through a telescope at the planets suspended above.
I want us to camp under the stars; share our thoughts and understand;
Hike mountainous terrains and take walks in the rain hand-in-hand.
Through the kaleidoscope of my words, I express multiple facets of hope.
I want to show care as I bathe you in intoxicatingly scented soap.
I want to take you cross-country by motorcycle, bathe with you in natural springs.
Then, we will get cozy on cool nights while watching nature dance and sing.
I want us to snorkel the coral reefs by day, sip champagne in hot tubs by night.
I want to gaze into your eyes and take you on an erotic flight.
I will attentively explore every inch of your body, as gently as can be,
Until you approach climax and request that I ravish you intimately.
I want us to freefall from breathtaking heights and swim the depths of the sea,
Escape on spontaneous excursions and spend these times alone…just you and me.
I want you to fall asleep in my arms under a moonlit sky, by a calm fluid spring.
These moments I want to share with you in order to make your heart sing.
Read Poem: The Unfolding by Jacqueline Cullen
First he stirs,
This way and that
Nothing feeling right.
Not knowing which way to go
He moves blindly ahead
Not seeing, not hearing just moving.
Not hearing a sound, he misses all opportunity to learn.
Blindly going about his day like the living dead,
Unaware of the treasures around him, of the song in the air.
Unaware of the needs of others.
Even his own needs ignored.
Then one day heawakens…
With a sense that something’s not right.
What it is, he does not know…
Yelling out to God he screams that” LIFE IS NOT FAIR”.
How could he leave him abandoned when he needed him most?
How could he let him live in a world full of pain.
Surely there must be more to life than this, otherwise what would be the point?
And although he is awake, he still does not see.
He continues to blame others, to blame God, to blame the world.
You see, he feels that he plays no part in creating the life he has. He feels helpless, powerless to make an impact.
He has become pitiful.
Carrying so much baggage with him he continues on,
feeling more and more laden with responsibility, hate and pain.
Bitterness has become his companion;
Loneliness his guide.
His light slowly fizzing out.
His eyes blank and dead!
And then he knows…
He sees for the first time his life, as he has created it.
He sees that the pain and sorrow he carries, is his own.
Something inside has changed. No longer the victim he lifts himself up,
Creating a life that shines so bright that others are attracted to him
and want to learn how they too can create this life.
They too want to know…and on it goes, spreading far and wide.
More and more people rejoicing in…
The Unfolding of TRUTH!
Read Poem: HUMANS OF THE GARDEN by Jean-François Rondeau
inspired by George Orwell’s Beasts of England
from Animal Farm
Hear! Hear! Humans of the Garden,
Humans of tomorrow’s time,
Take heed of my dire warnings
Of the rotten future clime.
The days no longer need counting,
Before lateness’s face is shown,
And retired goes the Garden,
Its last breath soon to be blown.
We shall forget ‘bout the roses,
While the greens all turn to black,
Greyness and stillness that linger,
Mountain tips no more shall stack.
Riches that we once called nature;
Trees and rivers, leaves and hay,
Crops, harvests, and all that is ‘live,
Shall shudder without a sway.
Dark will gloom, fields of the Garden,
And ruined shall its waters be,
Sooner yet shall slow its breezes,
Nowhere for Humans to flee.
For skyscrapers have indeed scraped,
Broken sky, Garden with ache,
Fuels and World Wars, wastes and plastics,
All have toiled for wrecking’s sake.
Hear! Hear! Humans of the Garden,
Humans of tomorrow’s time,
Take heed well and spread my warnings,
Of the rotten future clime.
Read Poem: A Nature of London by Andrew G. Ogleby
Violent splashes of survival,
Thriving, through cracks in walls
And drab, pavement slabs
The City’s lungs, losing their bark,
As they choke down, its gargling soup
Pigeons, dining out on spew
Left behind, by someone who,
Had one too many, over their few
Whilst the parakeets’, sudden, startling screech,
Almost knocks small ones, off-a their feet
The Capital Fox, on the prowl,
After the wanton sun, goes down
With rats, on their runs
And bats, that swoon,
Underneath a full,
And gloriously, mesmerising,
Metropolitan moon
Then humans, who pass by,
Without a care, or blink of eye
Detached, from the very thing,
That provides, with everything
On their driven, blinkered course,
Until finally forced, to stop and flag,
Their timely, fateful hearse
Read Poem: Mending Hearts by Grace Divina
(Theme: Inner peace & Happiness)
Release is my freedom
I stopped holding on
Jet Memories
Turn in shades of grey
Negatives in replay
In my mind
I cast on the light on
Vampiric thoughts of mine
Turn them into white
Iron hand in a velvet glove
You can’t imprison love
Hold it tight like a teddy bear
Let it be, let it free, let it go
Be patient and delicate
Honest & Compassionate
With yourself
Let rays of light
Shine upon
Your mending hearts
Filter and purify
Like clear quartz
I throw away the pain,
The sadness, the guilt
The pride
The anger
& I keep forever
the love, the affection
friendship and comprehension
Wrapped in colorful sheets music
And laced with love notes
I opened the door of inner peace, love and positivity, summit hope, miracles, grace and greatness to come into my life as I let go of control, pain, hurt and the past. From this day, I will move, with a lighter heart every day.
© Grace Divina
Read Poem: OZARK by Billy Reynard-Bowness
In the Boondocks of the Ozarks
Salty caramel smelt of August
Swathes stench of rotten trailer parks
Imprisons barren mid-west dust
Feral fevered kids a hunting
For to cool; shoot up, or drink
Arthritic railroad; tie and shunting
Ferrous old town wretched on the brink
Since the cease of mine and logging
Depletion of iron lead and zinc
Nag horse too dead for flogging
Folks futures draining down the sink
Some respite in the summer heat
RV’s; tourists and campers for trails
Like blackfly plague pick off the meat
Fly fast; escape as another harvest fails
Dark currents pepper darker mood
Intolerance grinds in the daily way
Resentment bread as only food
At Senate’s door the blame shall lay
In the graveyard of the Ozarks
Rednecks dance on industry tombs
Burn brown smoke spice. Moonshine sparks
Oblivion; no life. Back to mothers’ womb
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