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The Second Cup, Poetry by Michael Westcombe

Genre: #Family, #Kids, #Life, #Love & #Relationships.

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How sweet this brew, unsugared, blended tea,
Infused with my love for you, and yours for me!
So blessed, from rich estates, and Darjeeling,
Expressing so much of us, our mutual feeling.

And as the pungent liquor slowly pours,
I reflect on this love of mine, and of yours.
Our children, like the issue from the spout
Are sometimes here, but much more often, out.

So much survived, and much more shared
Leaves both of us with nerve ends bared;
And this, the gentle ritual of brewing tea,
Provides for me, an essential sheltering lea:

Because your welcome presence lifts me up,
I always pour for you, the second cup!

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DREAM, Poetry by Mary Freericks

Genre: Family
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Does sleeping
in a teen agers bed
turn me young again

peachy,
juicy
electric?

The Eiffel Tower grows
from its base
into a monument.

A metal ring tree
leans towards
the window.

And a chandelier
flat on the wall
hangs from air.

One photo of a poppy
larger than life
unfurls its petals.

I rest my head on her soft pillow
my body under her lavender quilt
What dreams will I weave?

Granddaughter, you are off at
college and I am in your bed in your home
as you stretch into life.

Discover the world.
your Indian roommate
your Chines suite mate.

As you lift your new window
I so comfortable in your bed
your miniature poodle snug at my side

relive my hipster days.
See through a translucent veil
your rainbow world

love trembling on roaring seas.
balancing on a pyramid
as hands give way.

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Little Girl Lost, Poetry by Patricia Poulos

Genre: Death, Family, Hope, Hurt, Inspirational, Love, Painful, Philosophical, Relationships, Sad,

Little Girl Lost
Diana – Princess of Wales
by
Patricia Poulos

She was shy

But beneath that ‘little girl’ exterior

she was strong

She was only nineteen

She did not know how to react

to worldly situations which

involved her heart

She had not the experience

of older women

Nor the manner

in dealing with the experiences

she would encounter

as a married woman

The Fairy-tale Princess

She could not have envisaged

the torment she would suffer

Her father departed

The only person

upon whom to rely

for every aspect of her being

would share his affections

with another

She would have no one

to help carry her load

Yet the other had two

men to satisfy her desires

She had

nowhere to turn

Trapped

like a small animal in a cage

held high

for all to see

She was so young

She could not have seen

the murkiness of the waters

which would eventually engulf her

Waters in which

she would eventually drown

There is no precedent of decorum

for those

whose hearts have been shattered

No right nor wrong written

to guide the broken hearted

Just a stumble and fall

with no one to hold

Only the lesson

after the act

All too late

She was vulnerable

The weight of her burden

caused her to hold

onto any attention given

She would be

betrayed

again and again

Coerced into telling

… if more people knew

the burden would ease

But the children

would be left

with the burden of life

without her

The kiss and tell lover

revealed the intimacy of her trust

Now everyone knew

their inner-most secrets

Once released

the burden grew

An uncontrollable monster

which cannot be re-caged

A dictator

which commands response

She was left naked

Her soul was bared

The lessons were being learned

All would sympathize

But sympathy is hollow

it contains no substance

it provides no sustenance

The whole world knows

the shame has now spread

But this was not the intent

She knew not

what next to do

She craved for the promises made

Not to be kept

The Fairy-tale end

was not so to be

Then God

took pity

on this Little girl lost

and took her to Him

Perhaps now in death

she will end the tale

and live
Happily Ever After.

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ORCHARD’S SEED AND THE FALLING OF STARS by LiianVarus

Genre: Dark, Family, Life

Procreation is a dying breed;
I am its hope, a sighing seed.
Nestled amongst foliage,
I hide from my heritage
between cavernous spaces
of Autumn’s dead leaves.
Coming from an old growth orchard,
it’s expected that I carry on our lineage.
Deforestation,
family ties uprooted,
all the deadfall;
I’ll live in the moss of their graveyard.
Ancient bloodlines circle through me,
but I won’t spin its rings.
Monumental pillars bracing infinite sky –
royal sentinels history, long collapsed;
an apathetic seed left tracing time elapsed.
This is why stars fall.
I will not grow tall.
Oh no, I will stay small.
I will remain insignificant.
I am a contrarious seed.
In the wake of another crashing giant,
leaves rustle through its thunder,
but I hold, I hold; still I hold defiant.
This is why stars fall
and will continue to do so,
until our great phratry is no more.

The orchard’s seed and the falling of stars –
How I yearn for that day to come.

~LiianVarus

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One Last Day, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Genre: Dark, Death, Romance, Family, and Hurt

One Last Day by Barbara Hunt

Never enough time to say goodbye
Walking through this life unaware of how fast it flies
People in and out never seem to stay and slowly start to fade away
Simplicity evaporates as light begins to dissipate
Purity replaced by death and troubled times
Within the blink of an eye your life is slowly going out
Life is to short to sit and sweat the small stuff
Now it’s time to say goodbye your life flashes you by
There’s only one thing left to say and that’s to enjoy everyday

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“Questions”, Poetry by Anne-Sophie Cabaret

Genre: Dark, Family

“Questions” by Anne-Sophie Cabaret

Set my body free
I wasnt born for you to think
You can make fun of me
Just because you’re my mother
does not mean i aint got no rights
While you’re wasting your life
I got other battles to fight
And i am not your slave
No im a human being
My brain’s 50% unrealistic dreams
I live in the future
Think about that too much
What should i do before i die
And can we be reborn ?
A hell of a question
Will it ever be solved ?
How can we know its fake
If it never happened before ?
I got a lot of questions
And way too many plans
So i hope you get out of my life before i make mine end.

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DO NOT COME HOME, Poetry by Micheal Ace

Genre: Family, Love

DO NOT COME HOME

Son
Do not come home
Until the moon sees your shadows
When the sun brings them in the day
Do not come home
Until the sun sees your tears
When they bathe your face at night
.
Son
Do not come home
Until you find meaning to the poetry
Written on your palm
Until you read from the waves
Spelt on the sweats of the street
Where your feet duly course
.
Son
Do not come home
From your island of trials
Do not rest when the sun is still up
Do not sleep in realm of no dreams
Do not run on the same tracks
Of those fed from the silver breasts
.
Son
Do not come home
Until you understand these words
Everything is fair in love and war
Do not come home
Until you realise that a failure
Is he who couldn’t try one more time
.
Son
Do not come home
Until you are greater than nobody
But better than who you were
Do not come home
Because home is never a home
If no one loves you yet
.
.
Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld

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Dear Brother, Poetry by Rani Powell

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful,
I’m not saying it just to say it
I’m saying it because this world doesn’t love you, no
Because you are only 8 now but soon you will be older
And then baby boy, the world will be much colder
They will not see you as I do,
with your warm eyes and caramel skin,
with your blue-rimmed glasses and unfunny jokes,
the curls in your hair and easy smile, no.
They see you as a Black Man.

Genre: Family, Love

Dear Brother by Rani Powell

To my brother

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful
I’m not saying it just to say it
I’m saying it because God help me,
you will not be the next news story
My heart would break to see your name up there with
Anthony, Eric, Freddie, Jordan, Kendrec, Kimani,
Michael, Tamir, Tony, Trayvon, Tyree, Wendell.
You are seen as a threat before you are seen as a person.
Your Blackness scares them.
They have already decided that you are nothing but a hood-rat,
nothing but a child-support baby, nothing but a tagging truant,
sagging pants, gang signs getting thrown up, two gun-shots in the air,
Crips and Blood running in the streets of a people who have already
breathed life and soul into this country.

Everyday, when I tell you to be careful,
I’m not saying it just to say it.
I’m saying it because your skin makes you a target.
And all it takes is ignorance, a bullet and a badge
to take you away from me.

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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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In Our Hearts You Fill, Poetry by Lisa Reynolds

Rich tears in my eyes,
The reality has not set in,
All those family ties,
The death of my closest kin.
I want to imagine the coffin isn’t real,
Then this pain I won’t have to feel.
In time this pain apparently will heal.

Genre: Rhyme, Family, Relationship

In Our Hearts You Fill by Lisa Reynolds

Rich tears in my eyes,

The reality has not set in,

All those family ties,

The death of my closest kin.

I want to imagine the coffin isn’t real,

Then this pain I won’t have to feel.

In time this pain apparently will heal.

But Father you’ll never see so much,

Me marry or cohabitate,

Me become a parent,

Me try to achieve my dreams.

But I cherish what we had,

18 years of joy.

And I know somewhere

You can see all you can’t be there for.

I learned to be a better person from you,

I learned that to be good to people was to be true,

I still remember our family trip to Dublin Zoo

And I know together or apart our family is like glue.

My Mother, my sister and I mourn you still

As we continue on life’s running mill

And in our hearts you fill.

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