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IN SILENCE I BLEED, Poetry by Bob Valleau

Amidst the laughter, I’m in pain.
Where is God when I call His name?
Don’t be fooled by what I hide.
I smile without though hurt inside.

Genre: Rhyme, Spiritual

IN SILENCE I BLEED
By. Bob Valleau
© 2016

Amidst the laughter, I’m in pain.

Where is God when I call His name?

Don’t be fooled by what I hide.

I smile without though hurt inside.

Does anyone notice? Does anyone care?

How lonely I am when no one’s there.

I scream. I cry. I long to flee.

For something or someone to comfort me.

Darkness abounds,

In silence I bleed.

A sliver of hope,

Is all I need.

—

Robert Valleau, Author

Mystic Dreams and Dusty Roads * Black Mesa Magic

* Love’s Hidden View

Website: http://pennhand2.wix.com/robertvalleau

 

 

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These Shoes, by Latonia Sears

Most of the time people see you without knowing
What is really on your mind
making comments about the shoes you wear
because they are torn a leaning to the side
Laughing saying how they would not be caught dead in
raggedy shoes such as these

Genre: Freeform/ Society

These Shoes
by Latonia Sears

Most of the time people see you without knowing
What is really on your mind
making comments about the shoes you wear
because they are torn a leaning to the side
Laughing saying how they would not be caught dead in
raggedy shoes such as these
although for you it is a blessing for you
to have these shoes on your feet
For not everyone can wear these shoes
they are yours and fit you just right
the appearance of these shoes should be the last thing
on your mind while you have them in your sight
Just to walk in someone else’s shoes is extraordinarily in itself
history onfirms that so many have tried and failed
In these shoes you can walk life’s path
looking through some else ‘s eyes
It is not an easy task to see
another’s hopes and dreams
their beginnings and endings
and how they paid the price
Everyone’s shoes have walked a different path
some have strolled the red carpet while others
have walked through fire and glass
Although to each it was never a bother
Exactly like Jesus Christ and the shoes he wore
which made him destined to walk on water
All I am saying is shoes are shoes
no matter what style or size
It is the feet in the shoes that make the difference
Even if they are tired and ugly inside
So the next time just stop that person and
ask them where those shoes have taken them in life
and if you actually stop and talk to them
you can see their whole story
from the expression in their eyes

 

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Wrongness, Poetry by Julie Martin

Dread crawls up your arm

On Sprightly legs

You cannot shake the feeling

Of a wrongness

Genre: Life, Society

Wrongness by Julie Martin

Dread crawls up your arm

On Sprightly legs

You cannot shake the feeling

Of a wrongness

As you stand there at twilight

Dark on a moonless night

Beside the empty eyes of a stranger

That shine under the glare of a moving train

Closer now, he creeps

Leaning, leering, targeting, choosing,

Will you be next?

As you debate whether to run or face your fate

His asymmetrical grin grows

His movements jerky, he’s been made

What will you do?

Thick blankets spread out in your dry throat

Can you cry out?

He turns to face you, a blessing to his hunger

Can you run?

Not a moment for impotent rage now

A moment for caution, a moment for speed

Open your eyes wide, pupils dilated

It’s crazy time

Saliva pools from your dry lips as you bare your teeth

A hiss here, a growl there

Fingers become claws as you prepare to fight

Disappointment clouds his features

Doubt dulls eyes once bright

You’re not on the menu tonight.

 

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the ultimate humility, Poetry by Veena Veana

The ultimate humility:

frustration,

letting go of frustration;

pain,

letting go of pain;

anger,

letting go of anger;

Genre: Love, Life, Humanity

the ultimate humility by Veena Veana
Twitter: @veenaveana
veenaveana.com

The ultimate humility:

frustration,

letting go of frustration;

pain,

letting go of pain;

anger,

letting go of anger;

despair,

letting go of despair;

doubt,

letting go of doubt;

confusion,

letting go of confusion;

nothingness,

letting go of nothingness;

self,

letting go of self;

being kneeling

and rising.

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My Life Tumbled and I Fell, Poetry by A.Goomer

When you lose someone you love, it’s hard to be strong,
When you lose that connection and bond it’s hard to go on.

You find yourself at the depths unable to cope,
You don’t have the strength to look ahead for any hope.

Holding on to every piece of them you have,
How could you leave me Dad?

Genre: family, depression, suicide, grief, loss, inspirational, hope

My Life Tumbled and I Fell by A.Goomer

When you lose someone you love, it’s hard to be strong,
When you lose that connection and bond it’s hard to go on.

You find yourself at the depths unable to cope,
You don’t have the strength to look ahead for any hope.

Holding on to every piece of them you have,
How could you leave me Dad?

The death of someone close to you makes you think,
Maybe life isn’t all rosy and pink.

How can this be happening? What am I going to do?
Will I forever feel lost, alone and blue?

They say time can heal a broken heart,
It gets better, but some days it pulls apart.

Feeling left behind is a horrible feeling,
A lot of nights are left staring at the ceiling.

When tragedy strikes, you see things in a new light,
Life doesn’t seem so bright.

Focus on your happiness with the family and friends you chose,
The sad days will lessen along with your all-time lows.

We must pick ourselves up and live with the living,
These ghosts we see are not giving.

 

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The Earth Through the Eyes of the Moon, Poetry by Julie Hartley

O magnificent Majesty, cornucopia in dark space
Your quiet splendour today, evokes a feeling of peace
Cerulean beauty, you are, shrouded in milky haze
I am your humble follower, enigmatic but at ease

Genre: Inspirational

The Earth Through the Eyes of the Moon
by Julie Hartley

O magnificent Majesty, cornucopia in dark space
Your quiet splendour today, evokes a feeling of peace
Cerulean beauty, you are, shrouded in milky haze
I am your humble follower, enigmatic but at ease

We’ve traversed the way in sync, for many a year
Constantly evolving, we have come so very far
In all this great distance and all this passing time
We belonged together, following our parent star

I watched your many revolutions, turning myself too
Your conditions gently cooled, allowing life to grow,
Influencing your world, directing ebbs and flows
Leading thoughts skywards as the place to go

My bright pale aspect enlightened the dark night sky
Inspired beings upon you look towards my face
Our mutual attraction and long lasting solidarity
Culminated in lifeforms able to venture into space

 

 

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Paint Passion, Poetry by Michelle Toussaint

Paint her face,

A portrait of pleasure,

Brush lips,

Slowly against her,

Genre: Sensual Poetry

Paint Passion
by Michelle Toussaint

Paint her face,

A portrait of pleasure,

Brush lips,

Slowly against her,

Spreading colour across closed eyelids,

Each finger stroke,

Leaving impressions on the image of her,

Make her yours,

Infuse meaning with each tender passing,

Of flesh over flesh,

And something more intertwined,

Paint her,

A portrait of passion,

To endure all ages,

On the canvas of your mind.

 

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Ghosts, Poetry by Josh Alex Baker

we are still setting places at the table for ghosts
renting out our hearts as homes
to souls that have long outgrown them

cooking favorite meals and playing favorite songs
in hopes that either one will serve as directions home

Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural

“Ghosts” by Josh Alex Baker (on Twitter @joshalexbaker)

we are still setting places at the table for ghosts
renting out our hearts as homes
to souls that have long outgrown them

cooking favorite meals and playing favorite songs
in hopes that either one will serve as directions home

even got the porch lights on at the brightest of day,
because how is there any way that you didn’t choose to stay?

It doesn’t make sense
that you could spend
the cost of a heart but depart
before returning one

leaving a love undone
that seemed it couldn’t succumb
to the likes of an end

yes,
porch lights on at the brightest of day,
because there is no way you can be anything
more than lost

we are still sending letters to old addresses
taking empty words, putting them into emptier envelopes
that hold enough space
for all the words we didn’t say
all the chances we didn’t take
all the ways that we would break
with no doubt we were the only ones who could fix us

we have come to remember the words ‘return to sender’
digesting those words like songs we’ve heard a million times,
but it wouldn’t feel right to turn it down

we are saving space for hearts
that in no way crave it

reserving land when there are capable hands to cultivate it

we’ve crafted so many cemeteries,
where gardens could be

and can’t even tell the difference

 

 

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Debt Crisis, Poetry by Kasole Nyembo

On an island far away
Was the city of coconut bay.
Coconut was all that was produced,
All that the townspeople used.

Genre: Economics/Society

Debt Crisis
by Kasole Nyembo

Twitter: @rogueconomics

(As long as some make much more than they use, bad loans will be written and periodic debt crisis will occur)

On an island far away
Was the city of coconut bay.
Coconut was all that was produced,
All that the townspeople used.

They build with coconut bricks,
Drank coconut milk,
Wore coconut hats,
And played with coconut bats.

But nobody lent a hand,
For they each had their own land.

There lived a smart girl named Sue,
Who built a machine with coconut glue.
Others could only catch two nuts per day.
She caught twelve with time to play.

Sue produced more than she consumed
And put the rest in her storeroom.
Next to her small hut,
There soon were mountains of nuts.

She had so many to spare,
That it almost seemed unfair.
When a nut fell on her snout
Sue decided to lend them out.

If they vowed to give one back the next day,
Sue lent one out right away.
But when it was time to pay,
You could always hear them say:

“We produce too few,
To eat and pay you back too!”
But Sue to protect her snout,
Continued to lend nuts out.

Since she produced more than she consumed
And it was full in her storeroom

 

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Tooth and Nail, Poetry by Dudley Clarence Sturgis IV

I’ve been hunted since I was a child
But I can’t take a rest
Sick of everyone’s offered pity
Don’t they know I’m blessed?

Genre: Rhyme, Fantasy, Determination

Tooth and Nail by Dudley Clarence Sturgis IV

I’ve been hunted since I was a child
But I can’t take a rest
Sick of everyone’s offered pity
Don’t they know I’m blessed?

I’ve broken every bone in my body
And I’ve scraped my nails to the bone
Climbing up this mountain of death
That I will soon forge into a throne

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
Yes, I will be taking what is mine
I’ve the soul of Joan of Arc and Cleopatra’s heart
If I’m to die, then I will die enshrined

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
No, I will not wait any longer
I’ve fought my way; it was child’s play
For royalty to face a warmonger

I’ve been outcast since I was a child
But I can’t take a breath
Sick of your sentimental shit
Just watch me murder death

They’ve broken my heart a thousand times
And I’ve scattered the shards to the winds
Climbing up this mountain of ice
That was forged from my own sins

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
Yes, I’ will be making them my own
I’ve the soul of Joan of Arc and Cleopatra’s heart
If I’m to die, I’ll die on my throne

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
No, I will not wait any longer
I’ve fought all my life; all I know is strife
But I’ll never be your warmonger

My father once told me
When I was all alone
To never let another man
Sit upon my throne
I remember my father told me
In the days before he died
That I will have to put in the work
In order to create my own light

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
Yes, I’ll be taking what is mine
I’ve the soul of Joan of Arc and Cleopatra’s heart
If I’m to die, then I will die enshrined

Give me the crown and the jewels to match
Yes, I’ll be making them my own
I’ve the soul of Joan of Arc and Cleopatra’s heart
If I’m to die, I’ll die on my throne

 

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