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Winter topples the
sting
of muddled tongue.

The bottle
breaks the stasis
of eye.

I cede the smile
of history.
Somebody has left the home.

I become my enemy
in dark
for the acid taste of truth.

The moon
had the malignant stain.
My shirt has become dirty.

O god,
I never believed in you
nor in your ugly world!

poem by Satish Verma
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When the World Goes Dark

when the world goes dark
and the grief emerges
washes over your being
pushing over your mind

when the world goes dark
and the monsters come out
taunting you with your fears
rocking your soul with pain

when the world goes dark
and time stops suddenly
and your trapped
in a never ending struggle

when the world goes dark
and the pain floods you
your heart shatters again
your souls light put out

when the world goes dark
and your all alone
crying those bitter tears
that taste like sadness

when the world goes dark
and only the truth is left
the ugly reality comes forth
the real behind all the masks

when the world goes dark
and its just you and me
my true self with show
i have nothing left unknown

poem by Sophie Kennedy
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Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart

Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart
Feeding lies directly into Thy veins
A blanket of white lies covers Thy soul
An Acid-colored Winter blizzard wanes.

Thy heart is clouded with uncertainty
Confusion is pumped throughout Thy mind
Blurring Thy vision like a cold winter storm
Leaving sanity far behind.

Feelings of fear and pain alike
Sting like acid vapors swirling inside
What could cause this fear filled joy
Leaving my emotions bound and hogtied?

The very first time we kissed
Left Thy emotions torn apart
Leaving a helpless void inside
Like an Acid-colored Winter Within Thy Heart.

poem by J.R. Reynolds
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Three Things That Cannot Be Hidden

allegedly there are three things that cannot be hidden.

the sun
the moon
and the truth

throughout my life i have hidden the truth
about myself and it will still be that way
till i take my last
breath

do not insist in seeing that face of truth
my truth is ugly
and i have seen it from the very first day
that they brought
me here
without my permission

i know you like to see it and perhaps describe the horrible details of its
features
i plea before you
do not lift the cover of my being
you may soon regret that you live in this world having seen
the ugly face of my
truth

do not insist to see my truth
it may be the cause of your untimely death
and the gods may pity you

look at me
i wear a smile but my heart is bleeding
it is inflamed
but never bursting.

poem by Yolly Polly
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A Friend Left Behind

The bottle, in his bathroom
pills pink and white
begging for resolution
an empty bottle, his light

He left this world
alone
as his rock n' roll friends did

He left this world
safe
from the hands that always hit
the unmade bed, the dirty dishes
and garbage
he did forget

When he left this world
he left behind
the screaming, drugs
beatings and very little hugs

The pills now gone
and so was the pain
his breath faded quickly
he heard God, faintly, cry in vain

His soul gave way to death
while I was overseas
I prayed that God did see
of all things he left behind
the most he missed
was me

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Drown My Sorrows

I’m sitting alone in the Blue Parrot Bar,
my world has fallen apart.
The woman I love has said goodbye
there’s no love for me in her heart.

We once said we were made for each other
and I believed it with all of my heart.
I’m taking my first drink from this bottle;
after a few the forgetting should start.

We used to get on so well together,
we shared every minute of the day.
I’ll take another drink from this bottle
now that she’s cast my love away.

I just can’t stop thinking about her,
nothing will ever be the same.
I’ll take another drink from this bottle,
maybe it’ll help to numb the pain.

When I reach the bottom of this bottle
her memory should have gone,
so I’ll finish what’s left in the bottle.
My mistake, it’s going to take more than one.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Daddy, Put Down The Bottle

Through the looking glass
of my bottle of wine,
I see the world in hazy colours
within this oblivion of mine.
A voice rings out from somewhere,
one I barely recognise.
“Daddy, put down the bottle
and become again a friend of mine.”

I look around at muddled faces
with eyes half awake
and my befuddled brain
fails to record where I am.
I raise an awkward smile
to someone I cannot recognise.
“Daddy, put down the bottle
and become again a friend of mine.”

I steady myself at the table
my balance has lost its touch.
Eyes look down hauntingly
as I reach out for touch.
The voice rings out again,
the one I barely recognise.
“Daddy, put down the bottle
and become again a friend of mine.”

The coloured haze before my eyes
become darker in a cloud.
My world is spinning around me
in a befuddled mess.
Limbs become useless
as I crumple to somewhere.
The voice is fading now.
“Daddy, put the bottle down, ”
and ends with a crying sound.

4 June 2011

poem by David Harris
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That you are with me

I dream of the sun
and stars that fall
and the eclipse of the moon
and I dream of you,
who is the light
in my life.

I dream of seasons
that chases crazy past in a sting
and becomes muddled
and you stay with me
and are the one,
that gives sense to my life.

I dream that life’s
dark night,
envelops me
and that you are still with me
and at the place beyond the grave;
you cherish and embrace me still.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Soft Smile

Where are you now soft smile?
You left me all the while
Wandering through a world of hardness and dark
Nowhere for my heart to park

Wherefore art thou soft smile?
Soft smile what light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis the sun and 'soft smile' you are my moon.

I dream endless hours of another moment with you
Every little moment has meaning
Why must I fall for you again n again?
You, who hath no heart but carry a shield
Soft smile you buried your heart but start
Start a new one with me will you?
Soft smile, stay with me a while
Allow me to beguile
Allow me to teach you about tease and denial

I miss you soft smile
I think about you every day
We both know i have spoiled you
We both know how i feel for you
I will go on alone
I will piss and moan

Who is 'soft smile'?
She knows exactly who she is
Because she wanders through her day
Carrying a bag of coins
But more importantly carrying my heart symbolically
Soft Smile I miss you every single day.

Beau Golden

poem by Beau Golden
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Winter Melody

Emptiness and just a memory
Love is gone with nothing left for me
All those wasted feeling for something I no longer have
I never knew that love could hurt so bad
Winter melody, winter melody, winter melody
Play for me, just for me
cause hes not coming home and Im here alone
On my own
I cant bear to see the sun go down
Casting stormy shadows all around
Nothing seems to matter, I just get by from day to day
I never thought that you would leave this way
Winter melody, winter melody, winter melody
Play for me, just for me
cause hes not coming home and Im here alone
On my own
Winter melody
Play for me, just for me
cause hes not coming home and Im here alone
On my own
Loneliness, thats all thats left for me
Happiness is chilled by winters breeze
I keep on remembering the day that you came along
And since you left, well I just sing the song
Winter melody, winter melody, winter melody
Play for me, just for me
cause hes not coming home and Im here alone
On my own

song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Ugly Truth About Her

ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE'S STRONG SHE'S WILLING BUT SHE'S NOT UNDERSTANDING
ITS TIME TO FAE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE WILL MAKE YOU LAUGH SHE WILL MAKE YOU CRY BUT ALSO WATCH YOU DIE
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE WILL BE THERE FOR YOU BUT SHE WILL NOT ALWAYS BE TRUE
ITS TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE'S DETERMINED SHE'S A WINNER BUT REGARD YOU AS A LONER
IT'S TIME TO FACE THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER
SHE MY FRIEND IS THE REASON WHY YOU ARE HURT INSIDE
AND SHE'S THE ONE WHO PROMISED TO BE ON YOUR SIDE
THIS IS THE UGLY TRUTH ABOUT HER

poem by Gerry Mark
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3: 33 A.m.

i waited for this moment
and it has come, this awakening,
of your mind, you and i, still waking up,
when the rest of the world
is sleeping, this is the moment,
i will seize it,
like the way the chameleon
strikes the approaching fly
with its tongue

you ask me, 'are you still awake, sir? '
and i answer, ' yes, i slept early last night'

on the surface of things
there is this shallowness in our casualness
you only see my shirt and notice the particulars
at first glance: color, shape, the sound of my voice,
the posture of the person
against the window
amidst the morning light

how can we trap the inner cravings?
what about me? and what about you?
the reason why thoughts wake up
because they have been unsaid
wanting to breathe
and be in the open

surely, i still have many words to say
and to keep
to write them, like opening a bottle of champagne
removing the cork finally

and you will be trembling with the sound
of popping out of letting go
what was trapped so beautifully inside
the bottle
but it will only be for a while

soon you will taste the flavor
of the sparkle and i hope you wil soon like it

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Words Sting

The more I say
the more I laugh
My words sting your heart
Like a piercing blade
Or sticking your hand out the window
going eighty miles an hour
in the freezing rain
Like rocks being pitched
at your faraway mind
As I snap at you
My heart breaks, same as yours
My words sting…
break while spoken
Me and you
But there will soon be no
Me and you
My words sting
My words sting you and I laugh
While your words freeze before they reach your open mouth
I laugh again
and my heart stops breaking
As I move
from good to evil
Light to dark, it’s
now or never
and my words sting

poem by Mye3
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The ugly human face

Wailing with tears and
Helplessly in commotion,
All of you’re telling to write
The history of hatred, enmity, killings,
The history of human ugly face.

My pen is dried up,
Tell me in which medium,
And language should I write.
Where to begin and
Where to end
Such history of human ugly face.

Oh! Betrayer
You’re telling me to wipe out from the history
Of such human ugly face,
That shattered and shook human conscience,
That haunts the face of those innocent people,
Killed and hurt; widows and orphans.
That hums: that reminds.

Telling me just to close my eyes.
But I’m not blind.
Telling me not to speak,
But I’m not dumb.
Telling me not to write the truth,
But I cannot write anything but the truth.
How can I deceive the history where I belong?

Human memory is short,
Tears would dry up,
The blood would be washed away with time
But the silent words, written in the heart of each human ugly face
Imbedded forever and immortal.

Let me dip the pen in the smeared blood,
The blood of all religions, caste, creed and colour, poor and rich,
The thick blood of those innocent persons.

poem by Dr.bhagya Chandra Rajkumar
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Water Is Not Water

Just not wet anymore.
Won't work as a door stop.
Must have some water.
WATER-WATER-WATER-WATER
In the baby bottle, SMALL BOTTLE-ok.
Just thirsty.
Want some cold WATER? ?
We don't have any water.
CRY-CRY-CRY, tears are water.
BUT-there not wet NOW.
TEARS NOT WET - TEARS NOT WET.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
DRIP rain drops - DRIP.
Clouds full of ACID RAIN.
CRY-CRY-CRY-CRY.

11/24/2006 Joe Poewhit
scribbleclub.com - defunct

JESUS SAVES

poem by Joe Poewhit
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The Peace I Seek

The peace I seek is not in time, nor space-
It is in this Father's contented soul, that will replace
The anguish I have felt for so very long;
This torment weakens a heart once so very strong-
Naught may be done to rid me of this pain
That I have not tried again and again.
My mission has been foretold and is Divinely Ordained,
Though my path has been muddled, my Faith has never waned!
To say that I am heart-broken though, only tells half the story:
I have seen with mine own eyes, its power and glory.
Words may not explicate the true depths of my sorrow,
Nor will they meet with reasoned understanding by tomorrow.
All that in which I once truly, ardently believed
Has been stolen from me-I was maliciously deceived,
Both by those I trusted, and by ideals such as truth and justice;
In a world where both are decided by those who bow to cowardice,
Deceit and thievery have been richly rewarded;
Though I fought bravely for same, I have not been afforded
One single, God-given right, supposedly 'guaranteed' for me.
I have bled for these rights-who bleeds for me?
How does this idealist reckon with his bitter duality?
I once held the vision and the dream, close before me.
How could I be so naive-as if my love could also adore me! ?
When given a choice, the meek shall indeed inherit the Earth!
I do not bow to cowardice, because I know truth and all it is worth.
It could be said that I have nothing,
Yet, in truth, I possess everything,
Because I have truth and courage, and that's all I need!
This is the message He wishes I heed:
The only things freely given, are of love born;
That absconded from us, we are allowed to mourn,
Yet, shan't cede to do contrariwise in return-
The truth is the only thing that we can ever truly discern!

-Maurice Harris,27 June 2012

poem by Maurice Harris
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The Winter Moon

Its the sweet sultry taste of winter on my lips,
the shadow of the pale moonlight on my eyes,
and behind the thin drapes of midnight clouds,
amidst the stars shining bright and clear,
smiles the radiance of the winter moon.
If I had seen heaven,
I would admit I had seen it,
hiding shyly behind the curtains of the night,
the winter moon at zenith, smiles down at me.
Its this breeze blowing gently,
mixing the scent of the winter with the moon,
and I stay awake,
my heart filled to the brim with love,
appreciating the splendour of the winter moon!

poem by Amatulla Mohammadi
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Surrender

The waves were subtle
As you led me in
Half moon
Full moon
I can't quite remember
But your hand was strong
Supportive was your praise
Then
Backstroke in November

My mind was muddled
But you let me be
All me
Just me
You were tender
Your tempting tongue
Was impeccable
All I could do
Was serenely surrender

poem by Karen Sinclair
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A bitter taste of irony (For........)

Often I think just how
nice it would be
to rid myself
of this addiction
that's destroying me.

To wake up and enjoy
the early morning sunshine
and not search for long
lost drops from last
nights bottle of wine.

Or to laugh and smile
in the blessed light of the day
instead of hiding in the dark
which blinds my way.

To live my life without daily despair,
oh to live a life without a care.

Yet the sad truth is I can only
contemplate change
after I have had a drink,
for that is when my mind
is steadied enough to think.

And so to contemplate a better life
I have to go on destroying me,
And that leaves me with
a taste of such bitter irony.

poem by Not Long Left
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A Face With No Future

I look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
A face with no future,
stares out at me.
On the table, a glass and a bottle,
of my favourite poison.
When I was young,
I drank to be alive.
Now all I do,
is drink to survive.
My eyes bloodshot,
filled with vacant stare.
My face goes unshaven,
but what do I care?
My bottle is now empty,
quickly replace with one full.
Soon it will be empty,
just like this fool.
Family and friends fled.
My eyes were blind.
All they could see,
was another drink,
in front of me.
My legs get unsteady.
I stagger instead of walk.
A bottle wrapped in paper,
gripped tightly by my hand.
My clothes grow dirty,
as days and nights combine.
A smile is frozen,
on this face of mine.
My arm flex out,
when I stumble to the ground.
Faces look down at me,
expressions display my waste.
I just hold my smile,
as I lay there in their midst.
At least my bottle,
didn’t break,
on my fall from grace.
Time for another drink,
raise bottle to my lips.
Liquid trickles down my throat,
and still my smile remains,
as silly as it can be.
The faces disappear.
Everyone has gone now.
Like family and friends,
they all desert.
I lay there on my own.
For no one wants to take,
a drunk home.

25 Jan 2007