God's Cruel Gift
It was God's cruel gift
He gave to me
To look into someone
Through their heart and see
Their eyes are portals
Through which light flees
Be it white or dark
Reveals unto me
The words they say
Or in silence be
Unto my Eye
There is all to see
Sometimes the overload
Thousands of touch
Looking for gold
Not finding much
July 12,2012
Dedicated to the mermaid on the dolphon's back
poem by Midnights Voice
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I Cannot Go, I Cannot Stay
I Cannot Go, I Cannot Stay
Date: July 10,2012
I cannot go
I cannot stay
So cruel a heart
To feel this way
Chained and rusted
To the fence
Too tired to stand
In its defense
The vine is twisted
My soul's at risk
A pull so strong
It can't resist
The drumming sound
Of every beat
Has passion spilling
In the ink
Back and forth
The trapeze flies
A rainbow blurring
In my eyes
Set on dreams
Out of reach
Never finding
A moment's peace
Love and hate
Between the lines
Each are looking
For the signs
So cruel a heart
To feel this way
I cannot go
I cannot stay
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Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Heart Of Gold
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
In a world where darkness comes up with the sunrise.
We have all made a compromise to survive.
Living a lie, with a single tear dropp in our eyes.
It turns in to many.
A plenty.
Where we have surrendered up our greatest beliefs.
A sacrifice of the soul.
We are all losing control.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
I never thought anybody could bring me back from the edge.
My spirit is going to soar.
I'm looking for the double edge sword.
Expecting to die by it with a roar.
I thought I would have angered the beast who dwells in the fires.
But he never appears.
Instead suddenly all I see is good tidings.
It is the horse I want to be riding.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
Who are you?
Why are you helping me?
Where does all this love towards fellow man come from?
I'm a friend.
I do this because I can.
It's not easy to understand, when they are no demands.
An angel has whispered upon my ear again.
Speaking of the knight in white armour.
Saying when he comes.
All pure souls will be undone, released and gone.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
When it is a heart of gold.
In this story happiness unfolds.
A gift has been given.
The wise man says just take it.
Just take it.
Don't ask why.
For it could go back up to the sky.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Night Ride Home
Words and music by joni mitchell
Once in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of july
Night ride home
Hula girls
And caterpillar tractors in the sand
The ukulele man
The fireworks
This 4th of july
Night ride home
I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till friday
Far from the overkill
Far from the overload
Back at the bar
The band tears down
But out here in the headlight beams
The silver powerlines
Gleam
On this 4th of july
Night ride home
Round the curve
And a big dark horse
Red taillights on his hide
Is keeping right alongside
Rev for stride
4th of july
Night ride home
I love the man beside me
We love the open road
No phones till friday
Far from the undertow
Far from the overload
Once in awhile
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this 4th of july
Night ride home
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Kissing In The Dark
KISSING IN THE DARK
I write our names
on opposite pages
of an out-of-date
diary.
I scrawl myself
on JULY 27th 1986.
I scribble you
on JULY 27th of
that self same year.
It is now
JULY 27th 2012.
We exist...so:
in a time that is no longer
no longer exists.
We are the only words
on our respective pages
as if we were the only
happenings those days
as I close
the book on us
the words of us
touch
each other
word to word
until the last lower case 'e'
of you
fits into the first
capital 'D' of me
like the soft sigh
of a clasp
the syllables of us
kissing in the dark.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Giving Up (The Last Script)
Long ago I wrote a script
About how I hate to write,
It is called A Cursed Gift
You will find it on this site.
About how I hate finding the words
That hurt me deep within my heart,
How I want this skill to end right now
Leave my hand, let us part.
How I hate to write about love
And how the pain follows near,
How I never want to find the words
The painful words I deathly fear.
I really don't want to love again
So I can avoid the following break,
I said I was tired of finding words
'In which I write as I shake.'
Love is cruel with hurtful pains
But writing it is the worst,
I'm giving up on all of it
Love, pain, and gift so cursed.
poem by Adam McKim
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A Love So Ordinary
Silence breathes…
When all is still
and there is just you and me,
I can feel the silence
stirred only by our breathing
not yet synchronised.
Fire crackling in the grate,
muffled movement from outdoors
are not part of this silence here with us.
Knees touch, hands reach,
our eyes complete the connection.
Silence listens.
Silence speaks…
Warm touch, getting stronger
as we stand, move together
in this dance of love and understanding.
Nothing exists but the wonder of each other
holding gently to this delicate thread.
Slowly time passes.
Seasons change and new worlds emerge.
You and me and light and love.
Together we eclipse what we are apart.
And when we need it so…
Silence reveals.
poem by Jean Renwick
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The Divine Light
Eyes grow dim
Darkness prevail
Aghast lightening may dazzle the eyes,
Whole surrounding be gloomy and dark
'Gentle Eye of Day' be blind.
Still be patient
Still be kind-
To know thyself and keep in mind
No light is ever brighter
No light is more shining
Than the One thou hast within
The Light Within, the Light Divine
That will tear and crumble to pieces
The gloomy clouds and dark mountains.
Know thyself
Open thy eyes-
The eyes of Faith
The eyes of Mind
And look your surroundings
All brightened
All brightened with Brightest Sun.
Thousands of candles
Thousands of lanterns
Thousands of torches can't make up a sum-
The Light of Soul
The Light of Self
The Light of joy-
The Divine wholesome.
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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Kepha
We are in the year 2012 and some people are still naked in the forest;
But, at the bed or roses i will keep my love for you.
Oh Kepha my sweet heart! !
There is berauty in your eyes;
And, the perfect peace is what i want to share with you,
For i am like the little Mermaid and you are called kepha!
I am like the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys,
And out of the fish's belly i will proclaim my muse to you;
But i am like the little Mermaid who wants to love you,
For this year is 2012 and, some people are still naked in the forest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If I Had The Gift To Inspire You With Heroic Words
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that I do not fear death
And that against Time and its ruins
I will stand strong to the end-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that at the hardest times the darkest times
One’s inner light must light the way again-
I would tell you that beyond every inhumane cruel challenge
Can come your most saving action-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say that we need not ever be afraid of anyone or anything again-
But I do not have the gift and I do not have such courage-
I have only the examples of others more heroic than me
That seem to come from another universe
And have powers I never knew humans could have-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say ‘Go to Others More Courageous than me
They will lead you to great victories
And with them you can sing to the end of your days
Praise and praise again for what you are'-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am (Mermaid)
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I wonder what new adventures each day will bring.
I hear happy dolphins chattering while they leap into the air.
I see the golden sunset sparkling on the water's rippling surface.
I want to live in this paradise forever.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I pretend I am queen of the ocean, and all its creatures are my loyal subjects.
I feel the turquoise water cooling my skin.
I touch round, milky-white pearls and swirling light-pink seashells.
I worry that the beautiful ocean will soon become an ugly mess of filth and toxins.
I cry when I see careless humans destroying my home.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
I understand the hypnotic songs of crooning blue whales.
I say that the ocean is the prettiest place in the whole world.
I dream of swimming with sea turtles, finding treasure on ancient sunken galleons.
I try to live every moment to the fullest.
I hope all forms of pollution will soon come to an end.
I am a magical mermaid swimming in the tropical sea.
poem by Kimberly Kastner
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In Loosing Control
Your translucent metaphors
Make my blue words to become
Seeds of a mirrored thinking.
My words need your metaphors to scream,
While emerging from their painful cage.
They need to be washed
Again and again
In the Light downpour.
My words need to be loved, sweetheart,
Their mad escape happens
Sometimes, in haste.
You can make them to get out
By being so well
Mixed with hate and pain.
My words may bite your lips
In a love kiss, baby.
My words need the blood of your love.
Moreover,
They need to breathe your love
In loosing control.
Your words are leaves,
Sometimes,
Being carried off their knowledge to spread
Inside of me
For changing something-
Your very red, orange and yellow words,
Preceding the white silence of our winter.
Your words, my love,
Can become icy cubs slipping into my hot mouth
To kill my silence.
In-between dark and light,
In our secret dawns,
You make me miss their sweet touch
Inside of me
In making them to be
Love.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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My Quest My Life
Long night... long...
I ride on dark
To find
From where to where
Life flows
Blooming bleeding banishing
Breathing to meet its oath
All I keep behind
Peaks Oceans deserts
Thousand of thousands stars
Galaxies androids planets
Blue black green
Keep colors behind
Fly I smooth
In quest
In Quest
Found no end
No origin
From back to front
Everywhere exists
Silence
No chaos
No race
In solitude a wave
White
White
White
All shapes are bubbles
Floating flipping flickering
As white touches the frame
Bubbles are gone
Become the part
Only of white wave
Yet me not gone
And life alone
Move fast and fast
Waving back to front
View
Viewer
Viewing
Nowhere the finishing flag
Beginning everywhere
Every point as far
Conscious screening
White
White
White
Waving its cool and caring lap...
Pranab k c
18/06/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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The Listening One
The Listening One
Does he, did he, know, what he contributed
to the truth of what was spoken?
Towards the back seats of the lecture room,
this tidy, slim, quiet, dark-complexioned youth
listened with unwavering attention;
so much in the moment, his mind, so visibly,
claiming nothing; receiving all that there was to receive;
contributing, all that an audience can:
under his so steady listening,
I could not lie, blur, dodge; be anything
but dedicated to the truth;
from his attention, through my own,
he gave the audience more than I prepared.
I wonder if he knows the gift he’s shaped.
How many others has he blessed thus, with himself?
The Hindus have a name for him:
the Southward Facing, and the Formless One;
the Self as youth who teaches elders by his silence.
You may have met him, mortal, once or twice;
I wonder if he knows his priceless gift?
*
[A long-delayed debt of gratitude never since forgotten.]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dont Keep Me In The Dark
Words and music:: austin roberts, james dunne, mike reno
Oh what an illumination love can be
Open up your eyes to its light and you will see
You did that for me, you opened up my eyes
Then extraordinary changes started happening to me
My temperature would rise and fall inside of me
Words came naturally, you were more than I could fantasize
And Ill never know, why someones heart wants to die
If you ever need, if you need to tell me goodbye
Dont keep me in the dark
Silence wont protect you
If youre gonna leave
You got to let me know
Dont keep me in the dork
Tell me when its over
You tear my world apart
When you keep me in the dark
I cant put my finger on what might have been
Any more than I con say when the love will end
But time and time again
I realize youre all I need to know
Youll still be part of the hole in my heart and my soul
But if our love should ever lose its control
Dont keep me in the dark
Silence wont protect you
If youre gonna leave
You got to let me know
Dont keep me in the dark
Tell me when its over
Youll tear my world apart
If you keep me in the dark
Dont keep me in the dark
Silence wont protect you
If youre gonna leave
You got to let me know
Dont keep me in the dark
Tell me when its over
You tear my world apart
When you keep me in the dark
Dont keep me in the dork
Oh no, dont keep me in the dark
Dont you keep me in the dark
Dont you look away
song performed by by Loverboy
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White Raven, Black Sun
White raven soars
before the eclipse of the sun
paradox of light and dark
a phoenix dipped in fire
For all of darkness
reveals a light unseen
all of light
casts a shadow
In this prism of refraction
lies a meaning to life
where the window’s reflection
has one before, one behind
Together seen unknown
like the axis of an eye
a kaleidoscope of kind
not known by our mind
To find the white raven once again
soar before the sun’s eclipse
wings tipped gold to capture its fury
dancing in its ring of fire
poem by Patty Rose
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Seams In Their Stockings July 7th,2012
SEAMS IN THEIR STOCKINGS July 7th,2012
By
James Bredin
In the middle of the Twentieth Century there was a time,
We didn't have much money - sometimes not even a dime,
I still see those old girls at the Town Center now and then,
They don't recognize me with a big gray beard, again and again.
Many of those ladies who wore seams in their stocking are now old,
They nearly drove me mad back then, as they walked to and fro,
But somewhere along the way, I myself turned into an old man,
Was that in Toronto, Halifax, New York or Newfoundland?
But that was long ago before their hair turned white and cut short,
And I was much younger then and more inclined to cavort,
But I still miss those seams and wish they could come back once more,
While this old man could still watch from a distance just like before.
July 12th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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The Illusion
As I was walking in the dark,
A glimpse of light i saw,
My eyes opened with amusement,
I giggled with all glee,
The brightness unspoken,
The light so perfect and rare
I thought i saw an angel,
Behold an illusion yet i believed,
Something made out of nothing,
Believing a lie, departing reality
The illusions of a lonely man,
Walking in the dark without aim,
Hopeless and helpless,
Finding love and seeing care,
Finding beauty in the ugly places,
Proving all wrongs to be right
Yes my eyes deceived,
Yet until the day approached,
When light lightened light,
My eyes became more open,
Yes it was an illusion
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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jose Feliciano, españa verde
In fact blindness speaks
Unmouth words
They come in shades of light
Specks
Trickles
Unmouth words
Now they come
From your eyes
Closed eyes
From a blindness of so much love
Unmouth your words
Let the words come
As shades of light in a dark soul
Speck of light
Trickles
Of
Feelings
Like pearls
Of teardrops
From a blindness of so much
Unmouth
It is your eyes speaking
Closed
With soft hands
Reaching
The touch
Of my heart in pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When Pablo Speaks
When Pablo Speaks
Date: July 10,2012
My mind to frolic, with words of Frost
Slides between and then is lost
Drifting ‘round to fellows long
My thirst is deep; desires strong
Filled with all that Maya says
Flits in and out my meddling head
And ah, when Pablo speaks of love
My heart's aflutter with pure white doves
Around the beat, who else but Poe
A deep dark place I've come to know
I stop to ponder the words worth
As if I've nursed them from their birth
I settle to hear the rambling brook
Where Gwendolyn baits my eager hook
Then ‘long comes Oscar, running wild
I listen like an eager child
When Langston paints his colored hues
His canvas fills my point of view
Not just the finest spinning me
To this state of flux and reverie
For verses drift from near and far
Forever reaching for the stars
Feeding on the gentle night
I languish in the word's delight
Finding rhyme from ‘neath the skin
The place where passion's settled in
To fill my cup, appease my soul
Till hunger's sated, fat and whole
The empty space behind my eyes
Is filled with life's sweet lullabies
And when at last, I lay to rest
I'm filled with cadence of the best
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Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Eyes of Fate
I went to July
Searching for my pie
Harvest my dues
My life's fuse
Her gardener at the door
Roaming through my core
Did you plant your April?
Seed of all stable
Or even mid-May
Where's your serving tray?
I will search again
For your watering rain
Our records straight
In the eyes of fate
To harvests tolls
Furrows in rolls
Of sweat and joy
Base of employ
See budding fields
How grow their shields?
Some sweats, some tears
Some hope, some fears
Go back to your garden
Awaken her pardon
It is not too late
To plant your fate
Come back this fall
Harvest it all
We'll waive all fees
Your heart sincere
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Copyright Leaking 2012
July 3 2012
poem by leaking Pen
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