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The Gift, Poetry by Jo Anne Kennedy

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

The Gift by Jo Anne Kennedy

You gave me a gift
Which I freely took
Making mistake after mistake
But always knew
I would be forgiven

However it still pained me
I lived with the guilt
Which only means,
That the gift you gave me
Wasn’t fully accepted

I am sorry for my ignorance
For living with a closed mind
Yet still an open heart
I selfishly received
But never freely gave

I need now to change
To realise how wonderful
The gift I have been given
That mistakes made
Are freely forgiven

I need to now see
What grace really means
Yes, it’s a gift I’ve received
But it’s also for me to be
To forgive those who have hurt me

Forgiveness is hard
Yet I have been forgiven
Seventy seven times seven
So why is it hard?
For me to fully forgive

I need to start afresh
To wipe the slates clean
To treat other people
With the grace I’ve been given
And to love anew each day

Jo Anne Kennedy
July 2016

 

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I am here to tell you…, Poetry by Kris

Genre: Rhyme, Relationship

“I am here to tell you…” by Kris
(letter too self)

you are NOT your disorder.
no matter what anyone tells you,
it DOES NOT define you.
CHOOSE to acknowledge this

you are NOT your label.
labels are mis-leading,
they are only useful for the proper professionals,
and, of course, insurance companies.
DO NOT let it hold you back,
restrict you or toss you to the side.
your label cannot taste the salty air,
smell the sweet scent of spring coming,
see the stars shining so brightly,
hear the sounds of birds chirping,
or feel the love you are so capable of giving and so worthy of receiving.

you are NOT your symptoms.
symptoms are fleeting,
they may not even adequately describe the human being which lay beneath.
they do NOT make you bad or dirty, or to be shamed by the ignorant.
do not let it determine your beliefs or impede on your dreams,
chose to believe and please, please chose to dream anyway.

you are not your challenges.
challenges are just that–challenges.
choose to see them as a gift,
a gift meant to show not DISability, but ABILITY.
believe it or not, we ALL have challenges.
they are opportunities to overcome,
not inspire but despite.
choose, not to succumb, but persevere and surpass,
to show all that glitters and the wonders you keep hidden within.

in fact, my dear one, you are not even your diagnosis,
but SO MUCH MORE then any of this
you are MORE then what others’ may CHOSE to see,
even more then what you may chose to see.

YOU are more empathic, caring, and compassionate because of it.

You are not limited, but limitless,
You are not inadequate, but adequate beyond all measure.
You are not unkind, but so kind.
You do not lack empathy, but feel it so easily.
You do not lack understanding, because you know what its like.
Yes, my friend, you are PERFECT…IMPERFECTLY PERFECT.

You are not untouchable, unreachable, or unloveable.
You are so easily touched, you may have to take a break at times.
It may take a little longer, a different journey, or a gentle knowing,
but you are so very reachable.
AND my little one,YOU ARE SO VERY INCREDIBLE.

You DO NOT belong in a box.
In reality my brother/sister, parent/child, friend/aquantiance , or even stranger…
YOU, yes YOU,
are SO VERY BRAVE and SO VERY LOVED.

 

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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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Triumph of love, Poetry by Juan Antonio García

Genre: Love, Romance, Relationship

Triumph of love by Juan Antonio García

The moon is shining within the autumn wind,
In the sky shining as a long suffered pain.
But it won’t be, certainly not, the poet who talks
the occult ways, indecipherable sign
of a liquid sky of scalding fire that would flood the
souls,
if they knew their destiny on earth.

The moon as a hand,
Distributes with the injustice that beauty uses,
Its gifts over the world.
I observe pale faces,
I see beloved faces.
It won’t be me who kisses that pain which shows up in
every face.
Only the moon could close, kissing
Some sweet eyelids tired of life.
Shiny lips, pale moon lips
Lips as brothers for the sad men.
They are a sign of love in this empty life,
They are the concave space where the man breathes
While he flies on the earth blindly turning.

The sign of love, sometimes in the beloved faces
It´s just the shining whiteness,
The torn whiteness of teeth smiling.
Then, up above, the moon turns pale
Stars extinguish,
And there is a distant echo, brightness in the east,
Indistinct moan of suns to show up fighting.
Such happiness then when the laughter glows!
When an adored body
Standing naked, shines like stone,
As the strong stone that kisses brings to life.
Look at that mouth. Up above diurnal lightning
Crosses a pretty face, a sky in which eyes
Are not shadow, eyelashes, murmuring trick,
But breeze of an air that goes through my body
As an echo of tall reeds singing,
Against the living waters, blueish of kisses.

The pure and adored heart, the truth of life
The actual certainty of a shining love,
Its light over the rivers, wet and naked,
Everything lives, lives on, survives and rises
As a shining ember of desire in the skies.

It is only the naked one. It´s laughter in the teeth.
It is light or its stunning gem: the lips.
It is water that kisses adored feet,
As a hidden mystery to the beaten night.

Oh lucid marvel covering with your arms
A fragrant nude, within the forests!
Oh loneliness of the world under the feet spinning
Blindly looking for her destiny of kisses!
I know who loves and lives, who dies and turns and flies.
I know moons extinguish, are reborn, live, cry.
I know two bodies love, two souls come together.

 

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Dating Lesson, Poetry by Marcie Tau

Genre:  Love, Relationship

 

Dating Lesson by Marcie Tau

 

It began with a smile and glance

Then he asked me to dance

We walked along the beach

Love seemed within reach

 

Could he be the one

Or were we just having fun

It was official date number four

We kissed at my door

 

Tonight he followed me in

He could tell by my grin

That I would say yes

And he began to undress

 

As he took off his clothes

Major B. O. went up my nose

I thought I would die

From the smell of this guy

 

I needed a plan

To get rid of this man

It was hard to breathe

I prayed he would leave

 

I blurted it out

No it was more like a shout

I didn’t want to be mean

But I was turning green

 

He left angry and sad

I was relieved yet felt bad

I grabbed the Lysol and the Glade

What a mistake I almost made

 

I’ve stopped dating for a while

But all it would take is a smile

To open my heart

And again I would start

 

Men, let this be a lesson to you all

If you want a woman to fall

Before the date, within the hour

Use deodorant and take a shower

 

 

 

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Surrounded By Land, Poetry by Bernadette Perez

Genre: Life, Nature

Surrounded By Land

Soft pillow’s do not soften the blow to thy head

Hard rocks below my feet are forced to bleed
My mind aches with thought
Pain fiercely repeats again and again
Time slowly eats away
Throbbing ached vessels relax
Blisters begin to form
I soon go mad
Numb to my surroundings
I lose interest
I walk pass the porch
Through the trees
In the distant a lake
A full body of water
Wading is effortless
Yearning to be free
Floating cascading upon the ripples
I travel past the reef
Exposed to all the elements
I drift to the edge
Quietly I disappear
Solemnly I rest

Bernadette Perez

A Poet possessing expression and creativity. In 1990 Bernadette received the Silver Poet Award from World of Poetry. Her work has appeared in The Wishing Well; Musings in 2010, Small Canyons Anthology in 2013, Poems 4 Peace in 2014. Fix and Free Anthology in 2015. She is the Vice President of the New Mexico State Poetry Society and member of Rio Grande Valencia Poets since 2005.
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Caged Bird, Poetry by Khalid

Genre: Rhyme, Society

Caged Bird by Khalid

The sweetness of your love has set a little caged-bird free

And his heart now sings for you incessantly

Since you are my ocean, glistening, serene;

Drowning me always in passion obscene

And you are the sunshine, my morning bliss

I wake with your heartbeat, the remnants of your kiss.

(Khalid-خالد)

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Sunday Night Service, Poetry by Carla Fox

Genre: Religion, Inspirational

Sunday Night Service

One Sunday my job changed my schedule so I had to work during the day,
So I decided that I should go to church that night to worship God and pray, I drove around with great expectations from about seven until nine o’clock, But there was not one church open as I drove around from block to block, Taverns and nightclubs were open and full of those who worshiped Satan, If they wanted to get saved that night, they’d be outside churches waiting, Where are the pastors and the saints? God said to occupy until He comes, This might have been the night God wanted to heal, deliver or save someone, There used to be a time when many churches had services on Sunday nights, Now days so few come out at night they are closed to save on gas and lights, Why should anyone be more concerned about paying the church utility bills? Than being concerned about loss souls getting delivered, saved and healed, God is not pleased, and if the Church keeps neglecting the work of the Lord, Then before the judgment seat of Christ, the lake of fire will be the reward.

by Carla Fox

 

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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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