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Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: betrayal, career, dark, evil, satire, true love,

life with t-rump XXI

Donald's faithful to his red star
Putin loves the Don from afar
Bizarre it may seem
It's been Vladimir's dream
To have an American Tsar

Poem Details | by Emmanuel Fajutagana |
Categories: blue, break up, career, conflict, courage, dark, dedication, deep, depression, devotion, emotions, feelings, goodbye, hate, i love you, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, love hurts, moving on, patriotic, sad, sad love, sorrow, sorry, success, suicide, sympathy, violence, war,

Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, angel, betrayal, business, car, career, celebrity, change, childhood, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, england, farewell, fear, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, funeral, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, history, identity, international, london, miss you, money, murder, muse, music, mystery, new york, peace, political, power, remember, rights, spiritual, tribute, truth, visionary, wisdom,

he is leaving home

                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~

           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: angel, anniversary, art, august, autumn, baby, birth, birthday, career, celebration, celebrity, child, creation, dream, film, i love you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, magic, moon, mother, my child, my children, nostalgia, people, poetry, success, sun,

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight 

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: baby, beautiful, best friend, birth, bridal shower, care, career, caregiving, character, child, childhood, children, dad, daughter, desire, grandfather, grandmother, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, i love you, innocence, moon, mother, mother daughter, mothers day, sweet, thanksgiving, together,

Mom - You are my harmonious World

                       The poem is dedicated to my Mom..My bestest buddy ever..
                                         wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Mom - You are my harmonious World!!!! 

      MOM you are a beautiful angel who always had an great heart of making my problems simpler..just cant compare you with anyone in this world..You have been moonlighting in my life since many are my shadow,you are my strength,you are great friend of my mine..thanks for being the bestest mom ever in my struggled so hard for curving my career,u painted ma life with colourful rainbows,thanks for ur patience when I get panicked,you knw how to handle me..My life will be incomplete without you..I can't spend a single day without having thought abt always shower with an unconditional are the  mesmerised persona..who lime lighted my world..Wish you a very happy birthday and happy mother's day too..Love you mummy..

wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: age, baby, beautiful, beauty, care, career, character, christian, cousin, daughter, dream, emotions, feelings, friend, friendship, future, god, grandmother, happiness, heart, how i feel, identity, inspiration, introspection, journey, life, love, magic, me, mother, niece, passion, people, poets, power, relationship, self, sister, strength, success, uplifting, wife,


I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"

Poem Details | by rachel blake |
Categories: absence, addiction, america, anniversary, beautiful, best friend, body, boyfriend, career, change, clothes, desire, emotions, farewell, feelings, first love, for him, future, goodbye, growing up, heart, how i feel, i love you, longing, me, miss you, nostalgia, poems, romance, sad love, simple, soldier,

The First Goodbye

laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already

Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, bible, business, care, career, caregiving, christian, courage, cry, culture, faith, family, forgiveness, freedom, friend, fun, god, happiness, happy, health, heaven, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, jobs, journey, joy, life, love, money, pain, passion, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, teen, teenage, thank you, uplifting, visionary, youth,

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!

Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: adventure, angel, anger, anniversary, beautiful, best friend, body, candy, career, caregiving, celebration, city, community, crazy, creation, dark, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, emotions, feelings, fire, first love, for him, hope, how i feel, humor, i love you, inspiration, journey,

First Crush: You Crushed My feelings forever

For the boy who had gone through his first crush. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!

Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!

She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!

Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!

My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!

Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!  with Suyog Pagare

Poem Details | by mark junor |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, career, kiss, love, magic, sexy,

loves intimate kiss

they say shes waiting for me
they say that shes there
with loves tender embrace
with loves intimate kiss
softly waiting for the mad rush of my day to end
waiting for me to come home to her arms
but for now i'm just a tinker
down by the dirty river
lost in the back roads and shadows
dragging behind a fat sack of yesterdays
building better dreams for all the pretty people
filled with longings and desires
but ill make it home to her someday
where she lay in the peaceful moonlight
where she waits for me beautifully
filled with such tender desire
with loves intimate kiss
ill be there in her arms
home at long last
never to leave again
she is all iv dreamt of
she is waiting....

Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beauty, career, change, christian, courage, faith, fear, forgiveness, god, growing up, heart, hope, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, lost, love, passion, prayer, religion, religious, spiritual, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, youth,


Now I'm just a failure
Too afraid to make a mistake.
I've already been there,
Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks.
What is Your plan for me Father?
At once I thought I knew.
Now I'm disillusioned;
Please bring me back to You.

Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: addiction, angel, art, beauty, best friend, career, caregiving, emotions, fantasy, feelings, girl, girlfriend, god, happiness, happy, heart, heartbroken, how i feel, husband, i love you, identity, image, inspiration, lonely, longing, miracle, miss you, missing, missing you, passion, remember, romantic, silly, simple, sky, stress, trust, valentines day, visionary, water, weather, world, youth,

Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love

A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by MrsMadhaviSuyogPagare

 “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” 

Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!

Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!

Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!

Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture 
Love the way you are, 
I owe you for myself

by MadhaviSuyogPagare.

Poem Details | by pat roswell |
Categories: adventure, age, angel, art, beautiful, beauty, best friend, career, change, character, courage, dark, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, faith, farewell, fear, feelings, forgiveness, fun, future, giving, goodbye, growing up, growth, happiness, happy, heaven, hip hop, how i feel, identity, image, lost, lost love, love, memory, metaphor,

Push Up

i could sit hereday in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil aroundi feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you

just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence

Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: adventure, angel, baptism, beautiful, best friend, career, caregiving, celebration, crazy, cry, depression, desire, devotion, dream, emo, emotions, family, feelings, flying, future, god, green, growing up, halloween, happiness, happy, hate, heaven, horse, how i feel, i love you, imagination, joy, magic, missing you, mountains, ocean, peace, rain, rainbow, relationship, sky, smile, song, together, trust, truth, water, weather, wind, world, youth,

Aviated parachute

A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

                                                Aviated parachute

 Parachute parachute you flying so high.
 Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
 Flourishingly Waving in an air.
 Your skill astonished me, Take me away !

 A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
 Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
 Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
 Making me feel excited, Take me away !

 Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
 Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
 Give me one chance some another day.
 Move me away, Take me away !

 People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
 Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn 
 mortalizing persona‘s.
 my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !

 screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
 Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
 For the god‘s sake make me fly.
 Take me away or else I will die !


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: career, change, hope, life, youth,

BIO T J GREN part 04 01 Young Love Gone

January 1975, Mount Druitt, Sydney, Australia

At the end of 1974 high school was over, and it was time to start a new phase in lifeWhether it would be a continuation of studies at University, or starting a working career would depend on the results of the Higher School CertificateWhatever the case, finishing high school closed a chapter in my lifeCarlingford high school had been a good experience for me.

At the start of the new year, I had everything going for me, except for that one thing that was nagging away at me: a deep, meaningful relationshipI was now eighteen years of age, turning nineteen in Febru-ary and I had not been kissed by a girl, or kissed a girl, since I was thirteen when I kissed with LindaFor many years I had been carrying the yearning for love: to hold someone lovingly in my arms, to caress and fondle a loved oneLooking back, I had lost my teenage yearsThe young love of a teenager could not be recoveredI had not experienced teenage love except in its negative form of rejectionI was total-ly naïve when it came to matters of the heart and sexualityI had not received the education or the expe-rience received by most teenagers.

I had started work at the Penrith branch office of the Bank of New South Wales before ChristmasThe banks were always looking for new young employees and for those who had completed their higher school certificate it was easy to get employedIt didn’t pay a lot, but it was a job that brought some in-come for the time beingThe work was quite easy and the workmates were niceThe Penrith branch had near enough ten employees working under the supervision of the manager and the accountant who were the bossesI was quite quick to learn whatever task I was given to do.

I had an interesting and flattering instance one day when we were having lunch in the room upstairs at the bankOne of my workmates at the bank was a young married woman perhaps a few years older than meShe started asking why I don’t have a girlfriendShe made positive comments on my looks and then continued the flattery by saying that if she wasn’t married she’d go for meThese kinds of positive comments had been long time comingI realized that it was only a compliment and the intention was not for it to lead anywhereIt didn’tI took the compliment at its true valuePerhaps there was still hope for me.

The job at the bank was something I wanted to do whilst waiting for the results to whether I’d be accepted to UniversityI had applied to a course in architecture in all the Universities that it was studied inThe first two options were a full-time four year course at Sydney University and University of New South WalesThe third option was a full-time course at the Sydney Institute of Technology and the fourth option was a part-time course over six years at the University of New South Wales.

I hadn’t applied for any other courses than the architectural courses available, so if I didn’t get accepted it would change my future plans completely, and I would need to consider making a career in bankingI received the results in middle of January and I was accepted on the part-time course at the University of New South WalesSix years seemed a long time to study until I would graduate, but I was happy that I was able to scrape in.

At the bank they were preparing me to work as a tellerThe next day after I had received notice of my acceptance to Uni, I notified the accountant and the manager at the bank that I would be leaving at the middle of February as I was accepted into UniversityThey were very upset and said that didn’t I say at the interview that I wasn’t looking at continuing my studiesThey were very disappointed and said that I could leave straight awayIn essence they dismissed me on the spotLosing the job immediately wasn’t such a big deal for meIt would’ve been nice to earn some money, but I was already looking forward to starting my archi-tecture studies, and it would be nice to have a few weeks’ break before the first semester began.

At the end of February I started studies at the University of New South Wales in KensingtonBecause the course was a part-time course over six years, I had lectures only on two days of the week: on Tuesdays from 11 am to 9 pm and on Thursdays from 2 pm to 9 pmBy no means was the course easy, but I settled into studying quite wellWe had a lot of exercises to do, so most of the other days I would work on them at homeUni was different to high schoolWe had the freedom to attend lectures or not attend them, but if you started skipping too many classes you would quickly fall behind.

The University campus area was huge covering thirty-eight hectares of land and consisting of over sixty faculty buildings as well as open park areasIt took roughly fifteen minutes to walk from one extreme to the otherThe University was one of the top Universities in Australia and the academic achievements there were well respectedThe University was established in 1949 and had expanded rapidly to over twenty thousand students by the mid-seventies.

I was a Uni student at the University of New South WalesHow cool was that? I was proud of my achievement and I had everything set for me and life was going according to my dreamsExcept that I was alone without a girlfriendBut I was confident that happiness would come my way soonAfter all I was a pretty could catch for any girl: I was okay looking, I was smart, I was athletic, I was going to have a respected professional career, I had deep feelings, I wanted to be married and have a familyWhat more would a girl want? I dreamt my lifelong dream of a meaningful relationship, the ensuing bliss and happiness that would lead to marriage and children.

Poem Details | by M. Shahid H. Chouhdry |
Categories: car, care, career, cry, dedication, depression, devotion, forgiveness, grief, imagination, immigration, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing,

Price of Love

Want You know the worth of Love, 
Way never end, the journey never Quit, 
Height neither achieved nor the depth End, 
The everlasting prickle in your eye sight, 

Freeze thoughts and awful memories, 
Would not leave you lonely, 
Every day goes by, 
Turn you the stem solitary, 

Frightful nights and dreadful days, 
Miserable morning and Depressed Twilight, 
Stand for fameless achievement, 
Faced it all for hoping day of Bright, 

Exam with no result, game of grief, 
Neither you fail nor you pass, 
Sunny day Rainfall, sweating in cold and fruit of Autumn, 
Love is stream that you won’t cross.

Cause, we don’t know the price of Love, cost of Beam, 
If you wanna know the cost, die with your dreams.

MShahid HChouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: career, change, giving, image, love, sorry, sympathy,

Undeserved Generosity

In his wealthy days, he looked down
on homeless people and disgusted by their
stench, he cried out, " Take a warm bath! " 
He kept on walking fixing his black hat
tossed upward by a capricious, wild wind.

He dressed well and passerby admired him,
he turned many ladies heads with his stylish
Armani dark suit and Gucci dark sunglasses.
but older guys stared at him with much envy:
he was in his early sixties, but looked younger

A hungry man sensing his greed shouted,
" Sir, do you have a dollar to buy me coffee? "
" Filthy bum, you are too lazy to get a job! "
He replied with much indignation in his voice.
" I was like you wearing the best suits money
could buy, then I lost my job on Wall Street! 
I am forced to beg...where is human kindness? "
He spoke those words with great bitterness

He wasn't moved by what he had heard
and muttered, " They are all the same,
freeloaders fooling idiots who give them
dollars and they in turn buy cigarettes
and alcohol; who is the clever one?

Months passed and the homeless guy
still begged, some gave him quarters
and dollars, others kept on walking;
he didn't see that stylish gentleman
who despised his condition and insulted
him with nasty looks and unkind words,  
where had he gone? He had to ask somebody.
" I think I saw him today on Lexington Avenue."
A passerby shouted running to the subway.

The teen told him he lost all he had 
when the Stock Market dropped to its 
lowest in August, another Black Tuesday,*
then he pointed where he was laying,
" He's on next block in a cardboard box! "
The homeless man deeply wondered.

He got up, went to take a shower
and put on a suit somebody gave
to him along with black shades;
He looked very rich, everyone was
impressed by his attire, and best
of all, he smelled good: he was alive.

" Good morning, Sir, can I offer you 
anything, coffee and a hot hero *? " 
He asked him by hiding his identity.
" Yes, please...I haven't eaten in days! "
Nobody is showing mercy, they look
away if I were a sewer rat looking for
food on this sidewalk of cuisine smell."

" Wait, I will right back with your food! 
He ran across the busy avenue and
returned with a bag full of sweet cakes
and a pastrami hero; the coffee steamed 
in the chilly afternoon, it seemed a
Manhattan' street giving off puffs of stream
from under the sewers during Fall and winter.

" Thank you for your kindness, kind man! "
The once-rich-man said to the stranger,
he seemed sorry as if his greedy heart had
had found underserved generosity which 
he himself had denied...remembering how
desperate that man was when he asked
for money to get coffee and stay warm.

* A Hero is a New York or New Jersey
Hero Sandwich
* Black Tuesday happened on October 29, 1929

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: angel, art, baby, beautiful, beauty, career, children, daughter, dream, family, inspiration, inspirational, love, lust, marriage, me, my children, passion, poems, poetess, sensual, sweet, vanity,

To Be

                  to be considered a poetess ~
          to be told by so many talented people here 
               This is a beautiful write , keep writing 
           I love the way you gracefully put the words together 
            To be the Mother of three amazing children 
                For my Daughter to tell me she is proud of me 
           for she thinks I write beautifully ~
           To be loved infinitely.and for me to love in return 
            I was asked for my Autograph 3 times in a year  
                 I will not lie..that was amazing !

            To be told " has anyone ever told you you're beautiful ?
               Well.I didn't want you to forget"
            to be called Yvetteishka ~
               to be entered in  ~The best compliment Contest ~

Poem Details | by Keith Relf |
Categories: adventure, beach, black african american, blessing, boat, books, career, cry, dream, earth, earth day, faith, fantasy, life, love, music, nature, places, poetry, romance, sea, time, travel,

Dream on

I dream on, from my dome to my chest
to my toes and to the tips of my palms
We dream on, in the land of the free,  
but where freedom comes at a cost and 
sacrifice for others the achieve their dream
I dream on, flying over an icy mountain top,  
To the sweat taste of lemon drops,  
To the cool relief of mist burning over a  
desert black top as I brain storm lessoning 
to heart beat of my favorite song.
We dream on, from the top of 
lonely tropical island hill top  
to the sit and the smell of a breath
taking Forrest and to a falling
sun afflicting a shining sea
that is the best part of the day 
I rather spend ending enjoying with a beautiful
woman..the sit and the breeze
Poetry by Keith KRelf

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, career, celebration, change, character, christian, community, conflict, confusion, creation, culture, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, home, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, life, loneliness, lonely, lost love, love, missing, moving on, passion, people, political, pride, relationship, religious, rights, uplifting,

I'm Coming Out And Am Proud Of It

There are proud people “coming out!” Yet, they have no idea what real life is about! Many brag about a lifestyle that’s revealing. Yet have lost God’s purpose and meaning! I’m coming out for Jesus! I’ve nothing to hide! I’ve asked him to take away my sin and pride! Of my own accomplishments.. I’ve nothing to boast! But I’m proud of God the father, son and holy ghost! Whatever pride we have… We’ve all sinned! Jesus told us; “you must be born again!” Nothing that I’ve done is worth “bragging of.” Rather, I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of! But God reached down to where I was standing! And filled my life with his peace and understanding! The more I have of Jesus, the less I need of me! His power alone is what can truly set me free! I’m coming out for Jesus! The redeemer of my soul! I’m going to shout it! So the whole world may know! I’m not ashamed of Jesus! I am NOT! By his mercy… My sins have been blood bought! For each step you take to God… He takes two! Won’t you allow him to do his work through YOU? A life of righteousness and holiness is what God is asking! Come now! And receive HIS life! It’s everlasting! By Jim Pemberton

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: career, change, character, christian, conflict, confusion, courage, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, faith, feelings, forgiveness, friendship, god, happiness, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, irony, jesus, journey, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, lost love, love, people, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, uplifting,

Where Is My Life Going

As I think about where my life has been...
It’s hard to believe that I’m still here again!

I think about the many things
 I’ve been through.
And ask myself the question; 
“what am I going to do?”

With the trials of life, 
have come trials.
A life filled with uncertainty 
and many “traveled miles.”

It’s like riding the waves of life’s stormy sea.
Never knowing where the next wave will take me!

Everything I know.. And all that I’ve done…
I lay down my life at the feet of Jesus..
 God’s precious son!

I ask you Jesus for mercy!  I come to you now!
I come before your majesty and humbly bow!

You’ve brought love and wholeness within!
You’ve given me a “new life!”  
And took away my sin!

I love and thank you Lord, 
for your hand extended!
The beauty of your holiness
 is to be commended!

You brought to me hope,
 in a hopeless situation!
And have given to me 
the wonderful gift of salvation!

By Jim Pemberton

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: age, career, happiness, love, parents, racism,

Good Journeys

I have heard many moms repeat
"You never stop being a parent."

Sadly, I don't see or hear that quite so much from the dads,
although I know of remarkably nurturing exceptions.

I thought of this as my impossibly young,
yet oldest son,
nearly twenty-two,
stopped by for an early birthday present, cash,
before heading out in his car
with a fellow rap artist friend
on their way from this Atlantic coast
to that San Francisco Bay.

D.Bnever drove away to college,
or flew off on a great summer excursion,
or even went off to a technical school,
nor the military.

He did try to make Job Corp fit.
But, two suicides
and one stabbing on his dorm floor
and he decided not to return
after Holiday vacation that year.

He has been the last driver of not just one,
but two, of my totaled cars.
The second crash he walked away from
was when a drunk young white male
hit him head on
in the middle of a gorgeous New England sun-bright June
as he was coming home from his first,
and last,
out of home employment
busing tables in a casino diner.

D.Bwas approaching the end of his three month probation period
when they let him go,
primarily for his ADHD challenges
with getting to work on time
with all the pieces of his uniform
clean and intact.
But, he also had trouble showing up
ready to set aside the dramas of his personal-political life,
which often feels like a race 
and age 
and gender profiled
and marginal 
and commodified life.
It was hard to stay focused;
to be there when he was there.

Tomorrow D.Band his friend since high school days
will see a slice of these continental States
from coast to coast and back again
for the first time.

I am ravenously happy for him.
I wish I could have given him wings, 
some outrageous pile of cash.
My heart stops
when I notice how he is so vulnerable
too often despairing and perhaps even terrified
more about himself
than intimidated by a hostile world closing him out.

Closing ranks
on all the ways his particular black life will not matter
in Earth's vast history.
Not significant enough to be sure if it could become possible,
or even safe,
to love himself,
to allow himself a long and warm regard,
as I embrace him.

I don't know if I could finish being a child
without becoming an everyday
relentlessly caring and nurturing parent.
I can think of nothing so binding both feet to Earth
yet so free flying impossible to control.

For many reasons,
whether despite or because of my single gay male identity,
I chose the second class Mommy Track
instead of going for the Ph.D.
And not just the Mommy Track;
I adopted only the older broken kids
who would never safely drive or hold a job,
or would never talk or walk,
or would never thoroughly clean off her own poop,
or sleep through the nightmare night,
or would not feel safe outside our home,
stalking the boundaries of life while high school friends head on and out
to colleges and new friends
while he struggles to tolerate two classes each semester
at a nearby community college.

It feels good to know I am needed
but frightening to realize I cannot retire from this parenting profession
except through my own growing incapacity.

These four charges of mine
remind me we are each such a precious gift
for each other.
I have never regretted my more generous choices
rather than less magnanimous.
Not necessarily because the return on investment has always been better for my kids,
but because those were the moments standing out most clearly
in my column for Fully Living,
rather than continuing to draw out a stingy half-life,
under invested in our shared future regenerators.

I hope D.Band friend have the time of their young lives
as I have had mine,
and even better,
even better.

It is so much easier,
and comforting,
to have old and happy memories
when we have had both young and generously happy times,
reasons to smile
and greet each fleeting dawn.

Poem Details | by Abdullah Alhemaidy |
Categories: career, for him, friend, friendship, love, poets,

Bishwanath Mukherjee

among others he 
stands marvelously taller 
full of life and love

Poem Details | by Justin Worthy |
Categories: career, feelings, first love, god, growth, guitar, youth,

I Choose The Guitar

They say it's time to grow up
Become a man
One who lives everyday
Such in a way of material gain
I judge not
But I choose my own way
To embrace these gifts
To be patient 
And bring glory to my father of hidden fame
The one who left
But always seemed to stay
I look in the mirror 
Our reflections the same
The way of the guitar is what I choose
Studied martial arts but wish not to injure or maim
I wish to heal
Anyone who I did myself..just to keep sane 
Self medicated, i sustained
Know it's time I return the favor
Bring some of my own flavor
As the devil Deafens our ears to what you want to hear
I will come with a blast in your ears
Why are you asleep?
Why die in vain
When you can choose faith hope and sustain
Patience is a that has taught me well
From the cradle to the grave..from  birth through hell
Harp, acoustic, electric it's all the same
It's why you use it that willl be or not to be to blame

Poem Details | by Jecon B. Nadela |
Categories: career, dad, dedication, family, kids, inspiration, journey, uplifting, me, love, me, time,

I Shall Have To Cross The Darkness Alone

(Dedicated to my wife and childrenMy sincere apologies for my failures and short-comings)

As the closing of the day is nearing
I ponder the things I could have done
Picking each if I had been erring
Or had I done for purpose or for fun.

If a work that is fully accomplished
Have its merits subjected to envy
I shall gladly share my precious harvest
To help a fellow make his day.

For I couldn’t have it in my conscience
The slight guilt of being fortunate
That in the middle of my convenience
Someone has a hard time for something to get.

If by chance or valid reason
I could get a better share
For the sake of life’s old lesson
I shall give up to be fair.

That in life there are some choices
Often hard for me to make
And as the sun won’t stall in one place
With mine haste I could have mistake.

Then sooner may come chaos
By a wrong step my heart be spoiled
Can’t help but being anxious
That I might sacrifice my toil.

Albeit, let there be no one
To bear with me of my pain
Even the closest someone
Who’s been with me thru the rain.

When the nightfall finally takes over
Cancelling reasons for me to be around
Let my love stays where there is flicker
I shall have to cross the darkness alone.

Date & Time Writing:
December 7, 2011
3:45pm – 4:20pm

I've been irregular to my shop for the past several days as I had been preoccupied with various endeavors that might help augment my present businessAll those constraints and pressures were not so much of a problem to me in spite of the fatigue; in fact, challenging and intellectually stimulatingWhat bothers me is the pain and discomfort I could hear from the love ones around me that if only I have the resources to shoulder their needs and the chance to bear the agony for their stead then I wouldSuch trouble led me to the writing of this poem.

Poem Details | by LEWIS NYAGA |
Categories: anger, career, crush, dedication, funny love, girl, youth,


She charmed me with a smile and calmly spoken words
words which had a lulling effect on the storm inside me
the storm of anger brewing inside me already radiating

i knew she felt the warmth radiated by my body as i grew hot
i knew she was a bit vexed but she wasn't allowing it to show
choosing to call me my dear and the smile disarmed

Slowly my anger webbed out and i found me smiling at her
totally taken in by her calm exterior and that inner charm
she made me feel relaxed and i opened up easily to her

she made me forget why i was angry.accepting her solution
the answer would have faced my rejection..if another offered
her assurances making me apologize for she was very lovely

shes' the reception at my coordinators office at the campus
the gracious coordinator inst in today.she did lets off that..
tomorrow the principle wont' be in either shes on a function

you can bet i will be there and the day after.for really who needs
who needs anger management therapy when you can meet her....
the most charming lady she just smiles and you forget the fury.a she

lewis k nyaga
@mku campus

Poem Details | by DAVID MITCHELL |
Categories: absence, age, art, autumn, bible, birth, career,

Mysteries Of Love

                          Mysteries Of Love               2/14/12

Tales of passion told through an old man’s eyes with hands calloused yet strong, speak loudly of his love for beautiful maiden now gone beyond his reach, touch forever.
She was of European descent with eyes dark brown of color and skin cool yet ivory smooth, Grace Elegance defined became one following her on travels near, seldom

Lovers were they spending time gazing at the crescent moon counting the stars on chilly nights watching skies for hours at a time, endlessly 
Time was theirs to hold to taste to devour or so it seemed memories being made as days went by in a blink now the aged man recalls, sadness is his to wear.

Where did our love go? Why must I now travel alone along these lonely streets without purpose stolen was my lady took away without warning like a thief in the night, quickly it was done.
Mysteries of love haunt my everyday thoughts like a ship navigating through mist and fog thick, Heart is my compass broke by life’s long hand Black.

Tired weary from nights denied of sleep Shadows follow me to and fro always there lurking in the darkness like an enemy unseen, however known by reputation.
Once the enchanting maiden was mine and I hers as we loved without hesitation, hearts, souls, lives intertwined we were one in life and shall be again in the next as her face forever shines upon me.

                           © 2012 David JMitchell   

Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: allegory, career, creation, jesus, love, marriage, student,

Jesus Is Creator, Savior, Priest and King

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The Holy Spirit has led me to Jesus, the Messiah, called Yeshua ha Meshiach, in the Old Testament prophecy of a SaviorWhat the Jewish siblings saw in part – and the first disciples were observant Jews, as was Jesus – the Gentiles see more clearly over the centuriesThis is true of me, although I was neither Jew nor Christian but Gentoo: the British sometimes took Indians to the colonies and listed them as “Gentoos” in the shipping logsI surmise that term indicates, “Gentile who is Hindoo.”
Love reached from heaven Love failed; Love sent a Savior True love needs a Third
I do believe all religions may have some Truth; the OLD & NEW TESTAMENTS are God’s Complete Love Letters to humanityNow, combined, the type and shadows of person & promises in the Old, become demonstrable in the New, TESTAMENT, during and since Jesus walked on earth.Romans 1 admits that through General Revelation all peoples & tribes get to know of a Creator God, though not His names or Triune NatureThe latter truths become clear in Bible verses as explained in the Gospel of John 1:1 (See Hebrews 1 & chapters 5-7, that show Jesus as Prophet-Priest-King)Shadows of earlier “wisdom” are embodied in ChristNeither Jewish temple (for animal sacrifice & offerings) nor the priesthood of Israel, are needed nowI hasten to add that Jews remain crucial for the Second Coming of Jesus(Space doesn't allow me to say more, here)As Coming King in full regalia, Jesus won't be disguised as a human, or baby in humble conditions, anymoreWe await His GloryMaranatha.
Hindu Triune God Is a type – Jesus - humbled HimselfSaved Eve first!
I used “Eve” instead of ADAM, above, because Eve fit my syllable countNo offence intended to God’s other masterpieces: women. Unless we concede God (of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is Creator, Elohim) but also El-Shaddai, Adonai, & YHWH/Yahweh, we will fail at everything & in love/marriageUnless we created ourselves, we ought to study why God includes us in His Plan, with specific roles! Why does Jesus want to be a part of everything? Do U wish to know all about ones U love? He is a co-student with youthHe's with the victim of abuseBe holy & see Him manifest.He is the missing Person in every marriage that failsUsually husbands & wives exclude the Designer.He ensures love becomes Agape LoveAgape love heals, forgives, creates! (c) A.Deo.4/8/17I sing of Glory Behold LORD Jesus!

Poem Details | by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: career, military, retirement, soldier, sweet love, travel,

My Life


Born in Dublin on Saint Patrick's Day
School; spelling champ; steady girl
Senior Prom; graduation; went away
Air Force career; traveled the world

Turkey; Germany; England; Japan
Korea; Vietnam; Philippines; Guam
Austria; Hawaii; Azores; Alaska; all grand
Thirty eight contiguous states fit the plan

Fully retired  --  more to be told  --  stay tuned 

22 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen

Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: absence, angel, anger, art, blue, career, change, conflict, confusion, courage, crazy, cry, day, death, dedication, depression, desire, farewell, fear, feelings, fire, grave, grief, heartbroken, how i feel, leaving, loneliness, lost love,

Soldiers Song Sung

Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
 On going is the beat of the drum that leads these men 
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score 
 A battle ground where battles implore gore, the grapheties of war 
The generals encharge more, once again obeastities twords the poor 
 This includes those enchored, the entangled, the ignored 
War, it's so upstrangled, oh and I disincluded those forced 
 So have I yet struck a displaced chord, should I this poem abort 

Caught between the memories, the struggle just to make it through
 An empty wide open, and the millions of motions which gracefully do
Fought where theres freedom, brought here just for you
 Those feelings make you an empty crew, fight it, don't get blue

Because now in this silience it's just me and you
 Nothing more left here that will ever be new
I walked ten miles tonight
 Attention diverted arms draw up tight
I surrenered the time 
 To get the answers right
The question forever there remains the same
 I am no longer there, your to blame
Spinning circles emotions bringing forth the cause
 I felt the whole world open putting that time on pause

The dawn begins at zero hour
The canyons flames burn at its blistering bowels
The range is now a burning ridge
My thoughts are now only a burning bridge
My eyes feel so empty without you in by my side
It hurts so much the whole crew got caught in the fight
With unswept memories I only stir though the night
I've wept, I've prayed, and then I cried
Searching for an answers of why you died