Full Circle
The life I once thought would result in my own demise
Has been replaced, reconstructed, resurrected...
The broken woman I used to be
Can sleep in peace at last
And the knowledge I have acquired thru every tear shed
Reminds me that my journey to Self has come full circle
...And I will always make it home…
2012
poem by CarolAnne Spalding
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Did I Really See That?
A woman on our bed wearing my gown with ma woman
Sleeping on my side of the bed?
Am I replaced?
So quick?
I thought we were going to talk
About it
Try to work it out
I cancelled all my plans
In a manner to surprise you
I didn't like the way things went
The other day
And now I get home
To find this?
A woman on our bed
Wearing my gown with ma woman on ma side of da bed
Am I replaced?
Just like that?
I thought what we had meant
Something to you
I thought we had a connection
I thought fate had brought us
Together
I thought our future
Was written somewhere
In heaven
Most of all I thought the feeling
Was mutual
For 5years I was relaxed
Thinking I'm in the right place
Where my soul belongs
Wasn't looking
Wasn't searching
Was content
And now I find
A woman on our bed wearing my gown with ma woman
On my side of the bed
Am I replaced?
Already!
I had always been loyal
You cheated more than I could remember
And I kept forgiving n forgetting
I kept loving you like you
Never wronged me
I Kept on trusting you
but to you all that was just a blur
I bet you thought I was fool
I bet you thought I'd never leave you
I bet you thought you were ma life
That's why you cheated
That's why you lied
That's why now I find
A woman on our bed wearing my gown with ma woman
On my side of the bed
Am I replaced?
I know you are
I have ran out of tears
I cried for so long*difedile*
I have ran out of Forgiveness
I forgiven you more than the
Bibble Says I should
I have ran out of space for you
The place I used to keep you is shuttered
And I have ran out of love for you
What I thought was mine
Is now ours
What I thought I owned
It turned out
We own
What I thought was true to me
It was all a lie
A woman on our bed
Wearing my gown
With my woman
On my side of the bed
She can stay
I'll leave..
poem by Diopelo King
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A Life Journey!
Ignorance is darkness of cave under ocean!
Fear ever rules the mind of darkness sure!
Knowledge is power of Sun over life ever....!
Knowledge of all things is Stars of Universe!
Exploring this Universe is joy endless ever!
But journey sans destination is blind adventure
Leading one nowhere but to disillusionment only!
Fast accrual of all knowledge begins journey first;
Vision based on full knowledge gives whole picture;
Ambition then based on vision leads to achievement!
This life ambition only can make life enthusiastic,
Lead life journey with a purpose never deviating!
So, knowledge journey reveals all truths unknown
And also realize ultimate reality to be one with all!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Lead My Hand O' Dear Life
lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life,
until the end
o' dear thought
of comfort
seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five
lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this
germinate in me a corn
of survival
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live
for this life
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities
a tear dropp of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities
lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life
a terrain of survival and life
a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny
an artwork of joy
a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any
**extract from 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', a february 2012 ebook**
(c) 08.02.2012
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Woman Thou art Free
To be a woman there are certain characteristics that you embody
That set you apart, ain't nothing like a strong woman with a good heart.
Some say they curse the day God made woman, but only God understand that he created it
for us to see the good and the bad, life for some without a woman is really sad.
The woman was made to feel the pain and the man to work the land.
But in everything God had a plan.
Women have come a long way from the kitchen to the runway.
Women have broken down all barriers,
and have proven to be able to compete at all levels, so much that it marvels.
Women's long battle for equality and right have gotten them to unite.
Their strength and unity have given them the courage to embrace every opportunity
under the social and economical horizon;
they are now prospering over the men in the dozens.
They now take full advantage for all the times they've been denied passage.
Women have become leaders, more than conquerors,
strong educators, powerful motivators and labourers.
Yet women have not forgotten their role in the home, though some are not full-time.
A little independence is not a crime. But still they are able to make the house a home,
put food on the table, keep their lives stable
for at the end of the day, at home is where their hearts will always stay
so we thank God for Women's Day.
International Women's Day 2012
poem by Mysia Hayling
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Foreordained?
I suffer from a malady
And have done since I first drew breath
I know this for a certainty.
The end result will be my death.
Why should I let this worry me?
I know that I have died before.
My soul will live eternally.
Each time I die I'm born once more.
Each life I must learn something new.
Something I have not learned before.
One life insufficient to
add enough knowledge to my store.
I must return again to learn
Each life I have to start anew
To garner credits which I earn
By doing what I have to do.
I can't access my memories.
I start each life with a clean sheet.
And build up knowledge by degrees.
Like other men I must compete.
To earn my place and gain respect.
It is entirely up to me.
There is no way I can expect
To earn my merits easily.
The obstacles I overcome.
Will be recorded faithfully.
Although I score the minimum..
I still progress although slowly.
Life is a journey all must make.
Although there is no urgency.
About the speed or road we take.
Because we have eternity.
We live we die we are reborn.
Always to different circumstance.
To poverty or else high born.
Each life provides another chance.
To move on towards the light.
Where we will know as we are known.
And gain the power of wingless flight.
Because we are at last full grown.
The journey to maturity.
We undertake at our own pace.
We can choose slowly or swiftly.
Until we reach the trysting place.
We will return from whence we came.
And become part of the oversoul.
We'll have succeeded in our aim.
To merge must be our final goal.
Monday,09 April 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Would Not Cry
If you should die, I would not cry
Sadder words I never have thought
In my heart there is no feeling
So to God I pray for the healing
But sometimes, I think God has just forgot.
I cannot forget the sins that you have done to me
While you were my soul and also my wife
I can still feel all of your using
Along with your with your cheating and abusing
And how you destroyed my soul and my life.
We were once one, as we were joined by God
But you weren't happy with that type of living,
So then again you started telling your lies
So you could get the pity for you to survive
And once again because of you I am grieving
If you were here, I would not shed a tear,
As I have already shed them all for you
I would not ever look upon your face
As now all I’d see is shame and disgrace
The word lady and woman you never knew.
I thought you were a loyal and trustworthy lass
And a great mother that was well worth knowing
Now you are not teaching your daughters well
Will they too follow you example and strait to hell
As without change that is where you three are going.
That journey you take you will not go alone
And that happens to be a matter of fact
Along yourself and your girls you also will take
All the sinners and the ones God will forsake
And also the men that kept you upon your back.
If you were dead, I would lay down my head
And sleep in a nice and gentle sleep
As all my nightmare's would be gone
And once again my soul would be just one
And for you, I would never ever weep.
I would wear a smile, upon my face
And again happy thoughts in my my mind and brain
And I would not ever think of you any more
I would forget the words slut, tramp and whore
As God would of cleanse me, with his falling rain.
And that day when your day will finally come
In front of God you will stand alone
He will tell you that you had died
And for your soul no one had cried
And sadly heaven, will never be your home.
I would of mourned, when you were born
If only I knew the type of life that you would live,
With all of your cheating and your lying
Letting your soul starve, and allow its dying
You stole and took, and never would even give.
They say we cannot change who we are
And we will always go back to where we came,
As a cheater, you will also be a cheat
In this life, you will be a liar and full of deceit
You were born in agony and now live in its pain.
The life you have led, has been a hard life on you
You change your looks so from all you can hide
But you are known by your ways if not your name
As everyone knows their scars and remember their pain
And you are my pain, so for you never will I cry.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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A broken journey
Alone in the night
I listen to the wind
I want to runaway
Just get out of my skin
There’s a piece of heaven in the center of the woods
But somehow we’re warped into “oh I wish I could’s”
I wish I could take the pain you feel away
Peel away the layers and just remain bare
I wish you could stay
I wish I could call your name and you’ll be there
I wish I could tell you that I’m scared
I wish that this broken journey will take my pain
I wish I could disappear
I wish this broken journey would become clear
I wish you were here
To rest in my mind
I wish you were mine
I wish I could look into your eyes
Hear your hearts melody
Tear myself from this broken journey
Be with you my one and only
Unfortunately
We are on this broken journey
poem by Shami Giles
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Shed A Tear For Dad
From Child to Adult
We never got along as family
You loved me, You hated me
But i was always your daughter
Your life now became full when you met her
I hope your joyous with this life
You lost your daughter but gained a wife
You pushed away your blood
your my father no more for the taste of water
I'm over the will to fight
But i shed a tear for my father tonight
I guess i was never ment for a family
I'll move away from my home now
Continue my life alone
I'll tuck myself back in tonight
As i look up at the Sky
I shed a tear for dad tonight
poem by Apryll Noel Spinelli
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Don't Shed A Tear
Cab fare to nowhere is what you are
A white line to an exit sign is what you are
Oh but I saw in you, now I see through
Don't shed a tear for me, my life won't end without you
Long as the night will be, the sun will rise without you
A locked door on a candy store is what you are
A slim chance in tight pants is what you are
All that I loved you for, I want it more
Don't shed a tear for me, my life won't end without you
Long as the night will be, the sun will rise without you
You are giving what I'm not taking
I'm not missing what we ain't making
Oh but I saw in you, now I see through
Don't shed a tear for me, my life won't end without you
Long as the night will be, the sun will rise without you
Don't shed a tear for me, my life won't end without you
Long as the night will be, the sun will rise without you
Don't shed no tears,
I don't need a thing
song performed by by Paul Carrack
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pearls of Wisdom
SONNET:
Despairing tears shed in the dark - alone.
Hot, round and plump, cascading on cold cheek -
an avalanche for our sins to atone.
Recalling solutions we had to seek.
From every tear shed, grows pearls of wisdom.
An enquiring mind joining in the search.
To hardship we had become accustom'.
Grappling for answers just out of our reach.
We fight for the helm of destination,
over steering on our chosen pathway.
Loosing sight of intended direction,
forgetting to relinquish reigns and pray.
Chances to make a difference - expired
Peace in your heart - soul infinitely tired.
© 2012 Suzette Crous
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From tears shed in the dark
grow pearls of wisdom -
round and plump,
cascading on cold cheeks.
Denying the broken dreams
of long forgotten youth.
Grappling with the guilt
felt over hard decisions made.
An enquiring mind searching
for the elusive truth -
only just out of reach.
Rejecting the answers at hand
and formulating excuses.
Your chance to make a difference
had long ago expired.
You reluctantly accept
the inevitable.
Peace within your heart.
© 2012 Suzette Crous
poem by Suzette Crous
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Full Circle
All Ive ever touched or said to them
Becomes a rehearsal for you, just practicing,
Too many magic moments to be coincidence
It all comes full circle
I knew someone who knew you
And he introduced me to you
Your ex-girlfriend had a boyfriend
Who kissed my girlfriend
Who did adrian
The world keeps on getting smaller and smaller
And everything comes back full circle, full circle
Six degrees of separation
We all know someone else
It all comes full circle
And you come from england
My ex-boyfriend, he is indian
British passport, were all connected
And everyone else is affected
The world keeps on getting smaller and smaller
And everything comes back full circle, full circle
Six degrees of separation
We all know someone else
It all comes full circle
It all comes full circle
The world keeps on getting smaller and smaller
And everything comes back full circle, full circle
Six degrees of separation
We all know someone else
It all comes full circle
The world keeps on getting smaller and smaller
And everything comes back full circle, full circle
Six degrees of separation
We all know someone else
It all comes full circle
song performed by by No Doubt
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I'm Not A Bully
sometimes i say harsh-full things
and don't give a damn about
broken hearts, broken spirit shattering
to shards....
My bare knuckle may just collide
with their lips...but its only few blood that drip.
I may even be a telltale but
isn't it for their best?
I am not not bully though.
it is just apart of the bog circle of life-
'the weak will never prosperous'
it is okay to cry and sleep
I am not a bully.
I took no one's life and watch them die...
even though i may think it.
I'm not a bully
poem by C.F Francis
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Bitter End
Since were feeling so anesthetised
In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
Were running out of alibis
From the second of may
Reminds me of the summer time
On this winters day
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
Every step we take thats synchronized
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
You shower me with lullabies
As youre walking away
Reminds me that its killing time
On this fateful day
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
From the time we intercepted
Feels more like suicide...
See you at the bitter end
song performed by by Placebo
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A single tear is shed
Conversational stop,
Pregnant pause.
Silence made with a scream,
Something to ignore.
Best time is no time.
And yet we float,
Past miracles of broken promises.
Catch nothing, say nothing
Nothing is all we hear.
When silence is broken
A single tear is shed.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Beauty is always the result of an accident. Of a violent lapse between acquired habits and those yet to be acquired. It baffles and disgusts. It may even horrify. Once the new habit has been acquired, the accident ceases to be an accident. It becomes classical and loses its shock value.
quote by Jean Cocteau
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Is an old age curse?
I sat motionless after visit to an old home,
Sultry place and no visits and stay lone,
With all the agony of pains remain alone,
Reminds us of journey for self and only one,
Their woes and tales tore me apart,
Life was not smooth but in part,
People travels in jet but some still in cart,
Project self as noble and try looking smart,
Life seemed to me so hollow,
Found examples life to follow,
No joy, no happiness but only sorrow,
What to think of bright tomorrow?
I may pray for their happy and fine end,
Wish them all happy life and flowers send,
Some old couples did not succumb and bend,
Living in hope children may make amend,
Life once swept by devastating flood,
Even one’s own harass and thirsty for blood,
How to feel charm and end so good,
Some even faced starving without food,
Life is not that dull or full of comedy,
Events try against and result in tragedy,
Sometimes turn so ugly and bloody,
Your own kith and kin act as somebody,
It is shame on us and on humanity,
Why to blame self and also divinity?
We ignore good just before our vicinity,
We live in world and not in infinity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Home On Christmas Day
Sitting in some hotel room
Some place far away
Saw a shop light screaming Christmas
Bought your present there today
Pre-Chorus:
I'll be home on Christmas day
I am just a thought away
And every Christmas tree
Reminds me where I'd rather be
The drunken Santa on the corner
Looks a little blue
But the twinkle in his eye dear
Looks a little like you
Chorus:
I'll be home on Christmas day
I am just a thought away
And every Christmas tree
Reminds me where I'd rather be
Home on Christmas day
I am just a thought away
But anywhere I'll be
You will always be Christmas to me
Something about this season
Makes me feel a little queer
Everybody's so damn jolly
I wish you were here
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper from Merry Christmas... Have A Nice Life
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A Full Figured Woman.....
A full figured woman
who is full of love
a woman who tries to fit in
and tries to show emotion
but can never do none of the above.
A full figured woman
who is full of peace
but no man wants to touch her
as if she's some type of disease.
A full figured woman
who puts her self down
who smiles in the crowd
who hurts her sense of worth
when no one's around.
A full figured woman
yes, thats me
i am all the woman i need to be
from the curl of my lips
to the curves in my hips.
Yes, i am a full figured woman
who is tired of being judged
but i will never be ashamed
for having more than one pudge!
poem by Jennifer Foreman
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It was the last day of May
It was the last day of May
and winter was creeping,
in to every thing.
Dew had turned
to ripe and a chill,
was in the night air.
Brown trees were stripped
from leaves
and the yellow grass,
waved in the winter wind
as if dead.
Even the contract
was drawing to its end,
but I did not want to give away
knowledge from my speciality
that was acquired through studies
and by the experience of years.
How could any employer
expect the sun
of intimate knowledge to arise,
with a job’s demise?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hole Hearted
Once whole hearted,
Now, hard hearted,
Leaving a hole in my heart.
I thought we just took a break,
Not realizing it was the break,
Thinking we could fix what was broken,
Instead of shattering the pieces.
Now, four broken hearts
Instead of just two.
When I put my heart before yours and the kids,
The result was catastrophic.
Now you put your heart before mine, and the kids.
The result will be no different for you,
As it was for me.
You never deserved what I put you through.
In the end, we each get what we truly deserve.
I had heaven, and traded it for hell.
In the end,
Two promises were made,
Two promises were broken.
Two hearts broken,
Four lives shattered.
Who did what, to whom first, is irrelevant.
What was done, by whom is the sin.
Do unto others, as you would have done to you.
It doesn't say unless.
I broke your heart,
You broke mine.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
It is not our right to wrong.
Even if wronged.
Let no man break,
What God has put together.
Our marriage,
Our broken hearts,
Our life,
Our love.
You, me or them.
One day, we all meet our maker.
Did we please Him?
Or did we just please ourselves?
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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