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AMERICAN SOLDIERS
Everyday more soldiers have to leaveto fight this war so we can be free.they pack light to set out on their waypraying the war will end some day.we have lost young and lost oldbut all of those men were so strong and boldIn reality it doesnt seem to fair but when at war there is no time to care.once in a while they may get a letterfrom loved ones at home feeling a little bit betterThey let them...
The Swaggering Fag
Dorothy G awoke with a start. Tossing her cat to the floor with a gentle thud, she realized what day it was. Swiftly padding across the floorboards, she underwent the usual routine: the brushing of teeth, the making of tea, the flinging of cat food into the cat tin. But still, she couldn’t keep calm. February first, she marveled. That the day should come so soon! In the final moments before...
Re: Ode To Love
This is nothing short of AMAZING, a long exhaled WOW coming from this reader.. love your style, Vince..Lily
Behold a Pale Horse
"And I saw heaven opened, and behold a pale horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. Rev. 19:11"
Imagination Lost
Imagination Lost When you were very young, only a child, did you ever have dreams of a world unlike your own? A world of magical and mythical creatures, cut throat pirates, cowboys and Indians, or all that was your hearts desire? Did your mom or dad or grandparents ever sit and tell you stories that allowed your imagination to soar beyond the realm of reality? I know that I had such a life and...
Digital Art: Imagination
This is a digital print I designed with reminds me of the realm of imagination and the creativity that flows from it.
Digital Art: Inner Journeys
This is a digital print I designed that reminds me of inner journeys as well as personal growth.
Kulijah Was A Friend of Mine
Kulijah Was A Friend of MineThe Standing People, as the Native Americans referred to trees, are a special group among my circle of friends. It may have started when I met the old Cottonwood tree my mother knew down the road from where she grew up. And there have been other specific individuals I would go visit over the years, both with and without names. Then when my family and I moved into our...
A Step in time
A Step in TimeI carefully roll over to the side of my bed and reach down to turn the clock so I can see what time it is. 3:24AM. Too bad. I thought that maybe it was closer to 5:00AM. I carefully roll back and adjust my rear on the extra pillow so that my rib doesn’t hurt. The only way I can sleep at all for now. I keep shifting around trying to relax and get comfortable enough to drift off...
The Death of the White-winged Dove
Our backyard is a place of solace, or at least I have heard that said by a few who have looked out our kitchen window. More than a few others have said it is pretty…all of which rather amuses me as well as pleases me, since I mostly just try to maintain a balance between the cultured and the wild.Part of the wild involves providing birdseed and water for the birds and an occasional squirrel....
The Standing People
The Standing Peoplewrap the quietnessof winter fogabout their bare branches.
Decisive Love
Decisive LoveIt’s not because of your intoxicating curves, though I love them dearly.It’s not only for your warm inviting eyes, though they never get old.Your voice sends shivers down my spine. That’s still not why.The fragrance that lingers on my collar after a sweet embrace is enough to infiltrate my dream state for days. That’s not it.I’m overtaken by fantasy, making mean faces, while...
Re: Freedom
Thanks for the response Shawn. Much cherished by my heart that you enjoyed that particular stanza. So true, isnt it : )
Re: Freedom
QuoteFreedom to procreate; evolving countless of my ownkind; magnanimously contributing my best to continueGod?s charming chapter of existence,I really enjoyed this part in particular and you have a fascinating way of expressing yourself!I truly enjoyed the read.Regards,
Freedom
Freedom to laugh; uninhibitedly chortle whilstembracing the fathomless expanse of the mysticalvalley,Freedom to talk; candidly voicing my innermostopinions; with absolutely no restraints from theconventional society,Freedom to dance; vivaciously gyrate to the enchantingbeams of the milky moon; well past the heart ofravishing midnight,Freedom to socialize; blend with any organism; casteor creed;...
Re: Terrorism and Immortal Love
Your most enlightening reply touches and stirs the chord of my heart; also perpetuates me to think of your beautiful heart which is so sensitive to even the most infinitesimal sounds of mother nature and everything bountiful unfurling around us !
Re: Terrorism and Immortal Love
I felt as though you have plucked petals from the lotus flower, and read the words inscribed in them. Those of terrorism only see a plant, not the even the flower let alone the petals. They want to destroy what they can't understand. We have played this same scenario over and over through out history. Maybe with the communications and understanding we have today we can overcome this with our...
Terrorism and Immortal Love
You either take to terrorism; to tirelessly liberate the enslaved agony of your soul; at being ruthlessly divested of those quintessential ly blissful ingredients of life; at the hands of chauvinistic anarchists,But I’ll tell you to take to “Immortal love” is an infinite times better option instead; as you’re already liberated of even the tiniest of your agony; with every unfurling beat of your...
Cursed Terrorism
The bird of ghastly terrorism might undoubtedly fly all right; but without the most ethereal trace of direction; and miserably collapsing in its non existent grave; as its decayed wings woefully crumbled mid air,The waterfall of indiscriminate terrorism might undoubtedly cascade all right; but it never was able to touch even an inconspicuous iota of pricelessly venerated soil,The car of...
PULT-Peace, Unity, Love, Truth
A wave of supreme contentment entrenching your soul;permeating your heart with an enchanting rhapsody;even though you were besieged with the most penuriouscircumstances on this planet,An ever proliferating nostalgia to transit intochildhood once again; euphorically bouncing in the lapof your sacred mother,A desire to relinquish all worldly possessions; tosave the lives of your fellow comrades...
Bring Down The Fire
Bring Down The FireA new music with an ancient perspective unites the Tribe of Changesby Rob Lafferty"We don't evolve; we revolve within a cycle that goes from consciousness to unconsciousnes s to consciousness. Time is circular..."Tzol, lead singer and songwriter of Kan‘Nal[/b][/i]We might be living in the long prophesied Time of Changes, or we might not – it's a little hard...
Re: The Hidden House
I really like how you explain in such detail about this house. Please SHARE MORE!
The Hidden House
I went to the abandoned house again. I hadn't been there for quite some time, but something was urging me to go there once again, to discover it, to find out what I had been avoiding for so long. The house was reminicient of a huanted mansion, with wood losing color, and windows broken in, no drapes to speak of, and an overall grey feeling which it illuminated perfectly. I had discovered...
Re: POEM : ONE JUST ONE
Thank you Sorry for the long delay in responding , but Life interrupted my Art and Needed Attention I am glad you liked this. I will endeavor to craft more.
Response to the Thirty-Three
Cables told me screams were comingFrom a place familiar to me,I followed the source behind a window,Stained maroon and gold.In the fog there were flashes,Then all was still and I sawA foot and hands open, the fingersSprouting up from the earth.One dead, then two deadI ran around the edgesTrying to see inside,More ringing came through,A pile of bodies, a heap Was forming, blood on desks And...
The Education of Ellis
“That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach.” – A. Huxley At the start of it were imagesOf men on television screensCharging up hills and getting slaughtered,Choruses roaring in the backgroundAdding the dramatic touch and flairTo make these deaths worth capturing.They spoke little of causesThe books did that, and...
Re: Those Old Shoes
lol word, no her name is gonna be dead meat if she doesnt pick up her room!!! lolchrista
Re: Those Old Shoes
thank you both for your support. I also am partial to this one because its true. I substituted another name for my daughters, lol. Again, thankschrista
Re: "REVISIONIST" HAIKU
Very good. Of course I am jealous because I never was very good with Haiku
"REVISIONIST" HAIKU
MAKE OVER She got herself anankle tattoo, one with ascalloped ribbon. AndPURR manent makeup highly erremovable!,a hair weave, then anItalian Cut, andfinally, don'cha know... Aye! The Ring!... No! The Left Nipple... Finally!, don'cha know, gave a look, theremade Open her Heart! H.e.m. 2.23.MMv (Revised 6.3.MMvi/ ...
MY PROSETRY...
MISSED SIGH GONE ...for They with the tattered, Dawntide, came astride of the balsa & mattedstraw ketch, less than diasporedGypsys' gaily less the flair, though the Song be sung, or hung by the blaring minions of coast gods'Whrrrrzz & din, copcaphoney like to behemouth pinwheels black & orange sparkling & sparking of Ol' Glory! search fishing in the racket for the bait, sawing...
MY PROSETRY...
MONDO At the Park he parkedhis bicycle somebody stole it; so he bought and chained another at a fence they cut the chain;he Titanium chained then to the fence they cut the fence; he then Titan iumed to a pow erpole somebodystole the frame & left the wheel;so at the steelpole he Titaniumed through the wheels & frame they bolt cuttered &left a wry note!; so he lashed to a...
Re: Shaving Lessons
With so much to read I just got to this one, and I am so glad I did. how delightful and endearing. Something we dont read or hear about to often these days with one parent families. What some seem to forget is that this can happen even then. I loved the line "I hope you grow up to be just like you."wonderfulchrista
Re: Those Old Shoes
Loved this. Oustanding. Very well writen.Thank you.Muchluv,Pedx
Re: A Civil War Soldier's Tale.....
I love poems that tell a story. This is so very sad, but beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.Muchluv,Pedx
Re: Thinking in Images (About my Autistic Child)
I agree with Ellie above, who state that it would be wonderful for you to document his growth and accomplishment s and publish it for others to read.I thank you for sharing, it opened my eyes. My granddaughter lives with me, shes three, and sometimes I forget shes three when she is trying to tell me something. I will try to remember next time and every time from now on how important it is to...
Re: A Civil War Soldier's Tale.....
This is one of the best poems I have ever seen in my life! Increbily well written and a definite tear jerker. A++++++
Re: "For a Beam of Light"
Thank you, Christa! I really didn't think anyone read this. Thanks for hearing the heart of my message and for your encouragement!
Re: "For a Beam of Light"
they need a icon for hugging. that was wonderfully written, and so very true, If we could just reach out to one person each day and do something, even smile, it could make a difference in their lives. Thank you for writing this and thank you for sharingchrista
POEM : ONE JUST ONE
We are but pieces. But as we come closer , our gravity binds us in to elements that through subatomic intercourse combine and birth infernos as stars that light the cold night of minds , burdened by fear, huddled in the corner fetally positioned , curled against the unrelenting onslaught of the dumb bullies Hate and his outdated girlfriend Ignorance and their b off spring racism , sexism, and...
Those Old Shoes
Those Old Shoes by amawitchRemy dear you come to me your head hung in defeat, kids you want to emulate,have Niki's on their feet. You want their clothes their friendship too But you just dont fit in no matter what you do. Its hard to be different, I know that is true. But Remy its better to learn to be you. Unique and special, in so many ways. You'll be remembered when they fade away. For beauty...
Re: A Civil War Soldier's Tale.....
as usual you bring your words to life. I love reading you and search you out on here, lola Poetry lover stalker, is there such a thing? No seriously, very well written and of course a good jobchrista
A Civil War Soldier's Tale.....
SJ Sinister here.I have always been fascinated with American History, and most especially with the American Civil War. To me, it was one of the most devastating and sad wars of our time.... with boys as young as fourteen going to war to fight for their part of a nation divided....A Civil War Soldier’s Tale"Lay still now, soldier", the Union General said,As he knelt down beside the...
The Man In the Green Coat
My 11th grade teacher made us do poems on the spot. Who is the man in the green coat? I can't say I know. It means something to someone. It can be a love. It can be a dream. It can be guts and ambition. It could be chance. I guess for me, I wanted this fantasy to be real. I guess it means a circle that is part of life that completes itself when you think you've done all you can to complete it...
"For a Beam of Light"
"For a Beam of Light" The outcast huddlesin the shadow,where he is left alonein peace.The coolness and solitudesit in his bones,and weigh heavily on his mind.He wishesfor a beam of light,a sliver of hope,to illuminate his goodnessso that he would be seenas a treasureand less like the circus side show,(the freak show, that is).He sits and waits,hands extended,unseen tears falling on...
Spotting a Dove
I saw a dove today. Not an incredibly clean mourning dove, or an albino pigeon, but an actual dove; the kind you see being released into the sky at weddings, or unexplainably appearing from a magician's hat. It fluttered through the air, keeping pace with my car for a bit when I was driving home from work. I could barely see it at first, as everything around me was white from a fresh snow fall,...
Re: Thinking in Images (About my Autistic Child)
[size 12]I know a couple of families who have an autistic child..The progress of your son is incredible...Y ou should document every single forward step he takes...I think putting it all together in a book would help and encourage other parents who are going through the same thing.Your explanations and poem are ENLIGHTENING!Thanks so much for sharing it all!PEACE [smiley engel017.gif][/size]
Re: Standing Stone
This is so very sad, this need to hide behind a facade, to protect ourselves from further harm. Hoping against all odds that we will win the freedom to be ourselves carefree and joyfully.I have been there...Thank you for sharingSandra
Re: Thinking in Images (About my Autistic Child)
I appreciate you reading this so carefully. When writing about my son, I try to be as straightforwar d as possible, because I feel that I am almost writing a documentary to show his progress, bit by bit.
Re: Ode To Love
Thank you everyone. My style varies depending upon experience...t his was a very personal piece to me. I thank everyone so much for their support...you are all wonderful people.XO
Re: Ode To Love
I actually couldn't stop smiling about halfway through because this poem is just so incredible. There are so many great lines it's actually hard to decipher how amazing this is. Just spectacular. You have some genuine, God given talent and i commend you. Love it!
Re: Thinking in Images (About my Autistic Child)
we shared a silent symphony of color until he slept I really love that line. The poem itself is very sweet and straightforwar d. It's easy on my thoughts and i really enjoyed it. Can't wait to read more.
Re: Shaving Lessons
Thank You all. It seems this one has caught on. And about the morosely infatuated, that is one of my favorite lines as well. Thanks to everyone who is reading this and commenting.Love Out.
Re: Ode To Love
I would also have to agree. I think this is absolutely the best poem posted in all the threads. I read it at least 4 times becuase I wanted to make sure I digested every word. Thanks for sharing your gift with words!Melissa
Re: Ode To Love
Thank you all so much, I am flattered by your praise. I love this community. XO
Re: Standing Stone
This really hit home for me. Your words immediately touched my heart and soul, as I KNOW this feeling it's almost a feeling of hopelessness or defeat never knowing if you can get back to a "whole self." Thanks so much for sharing. Melissa
Standing Stone
I am the standing stone that weathers the stormMy face pitted and scarred from the fury.Ever holding my place against time and tideKnowing no care or no worry.Or so it would seem on my stony façadeThat is present for all the world to seeBut what lies beneath that rugged exteriorIs a tortured and injured thing I call me.For few are the ones who look beyond the wallsThat are so carefully placed in...
Re: Ode To Love
This is the best poem I've read on here so far. Loved it!
Thinking in Images (About my Autistic Child)
A little background information: My fourth child was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder at age 2. He is now 4 1/2 and is involved in over 40 hours a week of various therapies and programs which I coordinate. This early intervention program has allowed him to become verbal and very high functioning. My personal goal is to spread awareness of autism as a common developmental disorder, and the...
Re: Shaving Lessons
morosely infatuated with his Dad's shaving I loved that line.
Re: Shaving Lessons
As a mom of two little boys (one approaching age 4), I thought this was an adorable story. It definitely put a smile on my face! Thanks so much for sharing!Melissa
X Marks the Spot
She picked up the flower, the one that he had left for her. It sat in front of the door, so close she almost thought she would step on it, but thankfully her eyes noticed it before she could crush it. After setting her things down she picked up the lonely flower, with its redness shining like a lamp and brought it up to her face to smell. It reminded her of an english garden or a vineyard. She...
Shaving Lessons
Every morning Jeff's Dad would wake up early, much before he had to go to work, and he would waken himself up with a shower and a shave. Every single morning? the boy, Jeff always wondered. And it really wasn't the showering part that confused him daily, it was the shaving part. His Dad would set himself up in front of the mirror, with just a white t shirt on and his shorts, and he would wet his...
Ode To Love
Ode To Love A house is an island, you say. A home is where the heart dies. The light from the diaphanous shade Looking over at us, mocking us. "The fates are cruel" you say, "I don't understand them anyway." I usually tried to describe my feelings to the walls. Nothing. Nothing. Not even white noise. My thoughts peeled off like layers of onion… Hitting the ground,...
Submission Rules (READ or Risk Entry Deletion)
We Are Currently OPEN FOR NEW SUBMISSIONSThings To KnowFollow directions and actually read everything here. I am not being sharp with anyone here; it is just a basic issue of time. I do not have time to answer questions that are already addressed here. Submit your work in a NEW TOPIC to this area. You can submit as many pieces as you like, (Don't just post everything you have ever written...
