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Bleeding Rose

red streaks run along the
edges of the white petals
like the ones that run down her arms
trickling slowly down the stem
and to the floor
like the tears she sheds every
second of the day

the red stains upon the
leaves unwashed
the red stains upon her fingers
untouched
red stained carpet and
red stained cloths

a jacket worn at all times
a black jacket covering the scars
red puddles left behind
and a Bleeding Rose

poem by Chessney Ferguson
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Blood Stained

Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Red Stained the Earth

When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
Thunder roared and lightning struck
Red stained the earth
Darkness devoured the soul
Red stained the earth
Smoke choked the air
Red stained the earth

Cries were loud but never heard
Red stained the earth
Words misunderstood
Red stained the earth
A compromise was in vain
Red stained the earth
Land was stripped of its beauty
Red stained the earth

Raped of dignity, honor and trust
Red stained the earth
Language lost, stories untold
Red stained the earth
No more tradition, no more culture
Red stained the earth
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth

poem by Ema Bovoro
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I'm Dyeing a White Rose Black

I’m dyeing a white rose black.
Such a pretty, perfect flower it was.
Too perfect compared to me.

I’m dyeing a white rose black.
But my fingers and eyes and heart are stained,
And yet, nobody will see.

I’m dyeing a white rose black.
Nothing could ever reverse such a crime.
A black rose this rose will be.

poem by Mary Cieslak
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Dead God In Me

To slit the grinning wounds
from childhood's seven moons
the palette stained with the ejaculated passions
(of forbidden, hedonistic colors...)
Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer
and haunt my severed country with your
dripping, secret games
You pick the unripe lilies
deflored and peeled the bleeding petals
made known to me
the grainy stains, the crimson lotus
of the Black-Ash Inheritance,
the semen feed of gods and masters
The worms still in me,
still a part of me,
racing out from leaking rooms,
swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission
to put an end to the nomad years
Father
you are the
dead god in me

song performed by by In Flames
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White rose, red

Take my white rose
White rose, red
Love everlasting
Even when dead

Kiss my white rose
White rose, red
In which love flows
In what is said

Cry on my white rose
White rose, red
Always there to be with you
And comfort you when sad

Love my white rose
White rose, red
So I may forever be with you
Loving you with the symbol
White rose...
White rose stained blood red

(Xanxus)

poem by Giotto Vongola
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Blood stained top

My blood stained top lies on the floor.
Coved in crimson red.
From the bursting seems of my skin.
The blood did pour.
Going all over my top.
As the blood seeps in to my top.
It has made it blood stained.
Like blood tears.

My life remains in tatters.
Like my top I cut to bits.
My skin is sliced to ribbons.
And the blood is oozing,
down my top
Making it blood stained

See the top in the morning.
A memento of the night before.
It won't stop me.
For I'll have to do it again

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Red, Red Rose

Red, red rose, she blew her breath
Fingers, it’s stem she caressed
Then she closed her eyes and breathed the fragrance in
Tell me red, red rose, where does love end

She placed the rose, gently against her lips
She plucked a single petal, with finger tips
And as the wind caught and carried up high
Tell me red, red rose, can love it fly

Slowly one by one, each petal fell
Upon the last in her eye, a tear it swelled
And then she sighed as she asked to her self
Tell me red, red rose, is for love, is this what’s left

Red, red rose, red, red rose
You stand for love you should know
Should we hold on tight with all our might
Must one day we let go

Red, red rose, red, red rose
Your petals fly in the breeze
If I let go, red, red rose
What becomes of me.

Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
[email protected]

poem by Bill Simmons
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Essence of a Stain

Some people are always obsessed
with washing out stains
ashamed of what the stand for
but what do stains truly stand for?

Stains show a part of our character
- what is a tattoo
other than a bodily stain
revealing a small part
of our inner character
to the outside world

even stains can be seen in a positive light

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Stained With Sadness

Our brow is stained with sadness
and we begin to wonder
did we leap before we looked
when love gave us the call.
The road ahead may be rocky,
but we say we can persevere.
Again, we begin to wonder
whether our decisions were the right ones
when we made our judgement call.
Then more doubts cloud our mind,
are we going down a road
we’ve gone down once before.
A road that leads to nowhere.
The more we question
the less we do
to turn our life around
and all we do is add more stains
to our sadness stained brow.

23 January 2008

poem by David Harris
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Stained Class

Wild-eyed and tight fisted, Im fused to the bone
I stand contemplating, reacting alone
Impaled with betrayal
The tourniquet turns
Societys creation
Pole-axed out and burnt
Long ago when man was king,
His heart was clean now hes stained class
Time has slashed each untouched thing,
So now hes just a stained class king
Transfixed at deliverance, is this all there is
Faithless continuum, into the abyss
Fierce is my conviction, absolute my belief
I spit at you apathy, and seducer deceit
Long ago when man was king,
His heart was clean now hes stained class
Time has slashed each untouched thing,
So now hes just a stained class king
Lethal, deadly, hung, drawn and quartered
He slaughtered and faltered and altered the world
But by doing so smashed all his hopes and utopian dreams
Whipping, stripping, peeling the flesh off, relentless and senseless
His lust snapped like vipers whose fangs sank in deep
To infest and decay from the core
Impaled with betrayal, the tourniquet turns
Societys creation, pole-axed out and burnt
Long ago when man was king,
His heart was clean now hes stained class
Time has slashed each untouched thing,
So now hes just a stained class king
Stained class king

song performed by by Judas Priest
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The Sands Of Time

From the beginning of this own world,
man has shed a million tears.
Tears for the pain they've had
in their lives and for all the
wasted years.
But the saddest tears that
ever fell, fell not from
just any man's eyes. But
they were shed by my Savior
and they stained The Sands Of Time.
And as the Father looked upon His
Son, He had to turn His face away.
And as Jesus hung upon that cross,
He gave His all for us that day.
And as the tears ran down His face,
as He cried, mixed with the blood
that flowed from His side. Oh what
a sacrifice of love and it stained
The Sands Of Time.
Oh yes it stained The Sands Of Time.
It stained The Sands Of Time.
The blood that was shed for a lost
and dying world, oh yes it stained
The Sands Of Time, of time.

song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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The rain is gone

You got wet clothes to dry
A face to wipe some droplets of rain
Some stains
On your breasts
Kissing stains
Some bluish marks
On your thighs
You always say
These things, stains and bluing
Happen
Because of the rain
The rain that refuses to leave at once
And you are caught to his embrace
You always say the rain
Is responsible, one season to blame
Why these things, these stains cling to your body
The thoughts of rain
Leaving
Saddens you now

How you wish the rain comes back
The stains caused by him smells and
The scent of sweat makes you sway, gives
You the feeling of
Stay, I love you, stay, do not go away.

Wonder, how the rain could have removed
The stains, smell, sweat, but you say
The rain causes it, he cannot leave you

He still has the fear of getting rainy wet.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bloody Mess

shes left in the middle of the room,
beaten and broken,
she crys out in the night,
no one around,
to say its alright,
shes bleeding from unknown places,
she passes out in the bloody mess,
her husband gone,
never to return,
she lays there slowly bleeding out,
the baby inside her,
no longer alive,
her husband killed her and left a bloody mess,
with tears and blood stained to her face,
she gave her life,
for her husbands bloody mess

poem by Alicia Roseberry
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Former Lee Warmer

In an upstairs room, under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
All the mops and brooms keep him company
Misconceived of the family
Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed
No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head
Former Lee Warmer
When I hear him play in his twisted key
That's the way he calls to me
On a silver tray, I keep the master key
In every way, he depends on me
Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys
In an upstairs room under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
And after all these years, I've never heard him speak
I wonder what he thinks of me
Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window
When he feels really brave
Former Lee Warmer waves at his father
Out in the family grave
He's flesh and blood to me
I love him brotherly
But, I don't want to be Former Lee

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie

I'm battered and bruised. I got lines I can't use.
My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river.
But I'm turning again.
And I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, I've been second to none:
this horse was ready to run.
Now I'm has-been and used:
disarmed and de-fused
but I'm turning again.
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
I'm egg over-easy
and I'm washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
fat wind in your sail
and I'm turning again.
Well, I'm turning again.
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, I'm turning again

song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vision of Death

In a cold frost covered land
at the heights of creation
white sheets yellow gold
faded urine stains

a red marker an unfinished book of poems
a love letter signed forgiveness

ash spilt upon the carpet tar stains upon the lungs
death scratching his head under grey hood

at a post war park bench
playing chess with a graying old man
the old man scratching his beard

together locked in a stale mate

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Study in Red

Red - and blue
And oh so true
Hot - jazz - flash
And gold-toned sax
Relaxed and breaking through.
Red - and gray
City day and night
Passed through - righteously
To passing few who
Come in bright.

Red - and black
Man in red velvet jacket
Smooth and sharp and
Laugh - dark - hello
For come and go.

Red - and white
Lady in black
Jacket - so right
And new and playing
Bright white and black
With who can do it
Righteous and true.

Red - and gold
All love is sold
And time enfolds
Dreams of morning horn
To forewarn a passing few.

Of hot - jazz - flash
And midnight past
Believing in no true
Sound but Red
And blue.

poem by Christine Natale
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Gold-tipped Boots, Black Jacket & Tie

Im banered and bruised. I got lines I cant use.
My head wont deliver. well, Im sold down the river.
But Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Well, Im turning again.
And Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, Ive been second to none:
This horse was ready to run.
Now Im has-been and used:
Disarmed and de-fused
But Im turning again.
And Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Im egg over-easy
And Im washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
Fat wind in my sail
And Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Well, Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, Im turning again.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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stained,
you find a place there
in that nook where you can be alone and find some
solutions

cleaning some stains
sticking to your arms and hands, but it will not be long

i smell chlorine
concentrated chlorine from where she works
day and night
graveyard shifts
and other extra hours uncomplaining

she will join you
for the cleansing, it will not really take that long
just a matter of one hand
then it will be over

but your eyes will be hurt a little bit
you know it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Smell Chlorine From A Distance In That Nook

stained,
you find a place there
in that nook where you can be alone and find some
solutions

cleaning some stains
sticking to your arms and hands, but it will not be long

i smell chlorine
concentrated chlorine from where she works
day and night
graveyard shifts
and other extra hours uncomplaining

she will join you
for the cleansing, it will not really take that long
just a matter of one hand
then it will be over

but your eyes will be hurt a little bit
you know it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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