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Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cry, dad, death, depression, emotions, family, father, father daughter, fear, feelings, future, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, how i feel, identity, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, love, memory, miss you, missing you, pain, parents, poets, prayer, sad, sorrow, strength, stress, urdu,

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: beauty, character, heaven, identity, innocence, love, spiritual,

Essence Of Beauty

Essence of Beauty

Our endless night was nothing short
of perfection but time being the thief
it couldn't steal a heart pristine.

Your love is felt in every dimention none which you share
held a certain something special
a character that was faultless

You unknowingly leave lives in uncertainty
yet with endless possibilities
with your innocent nature and untamed soul.

But as a deep dark secret I feel I'm secreted by
the blankets you throw over it
still your spirit shines through your mind clear.

Untainted substance with a high quality being.

My love I try to resist by keeping feelings inside 
in hopes that one day 
you will see in me as I see in you an essence of beauty.


3/3/2018




Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cancer, change, child, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspiration, inspirational, journey, june, life, loss, love, memory, mentor, miss you, parents, pride, remember, sad, self, spiritual, strength, tribute,

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry WNiday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, cancer, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspirational, june, life, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, pain, parents, remember, sad, sad love, sister, slam, sorrow, soulmate, strength, tribute, urdu,

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Poem Details | by Cynthia Ferguson |
Categories: betrayal, confusion, cry, depression, gender, identity, loss, love hurts,

Through the mirror

So now I know
Life has played its part
I never would believe
that I could die
from a broken heart

No you can’t mend me
it’s been far too long
everyone will go
everyone has gone
everyone will leave
that God did lend me

I could only watch
then step aside
as it all just went
no matter what I tried 
the only thing I can say
was how hard I cried

It was a shiver in the mirror
A reflection of pain
Where the shadows of doubts
were cast and bent
Any old soul
or any message sent
Were at the end of the road
and who is left out

So now I know
Life has played it’s part
now I do believe
that I will die
from a broken heart


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beautiful, dedication, identity, light, passion, sad love, trust,

The Monster's Soliloquy

I am not dreaming, certainly.
Not even dreams of the purest happiness 
Contain that of which makes up this precious being.
How softly she smiles at me….
Like the beautiful gypsy, La Esmeralda,
To the hideous hunchback Quasimodo, 
Looking not on my face and frame with any ounce of fear nor fright—
But with wholesome love and compassion

She extinguishes all past hurt 
With the gentle, fervent touch of those soft, small hands,
The determined gleam in her eyes of certainty, mercy and trust…..
A guardian in this icy world of hate and suspicion, 
Whom melts this frozen heart with her words of skill and will!

I should almost wish to steal her away—
Yet any power or control that I have once possessed is lost in her good deeds
I cannot be tempted to hurt or wrong her any longer,
For she and she alone acknowledges my life with the stainless soul
Of justice and kindness!

She has restored my hope like the rays of the sun 
Beating upon a warming ground once cold and rigid through many nights
She melts me like the ice of the mountain’s peak, 
Which now pours such warm, gratifying tears,
Down the  dangerous trails, to the humbling base…..

Sweet angel of relief…..
I will cling to you as I have nothing…..
I rely on you, for you are everything…….


Poem Details | by Kristine Mariz Ursua |
Categories: fear, first love, identity, life, loneliness, longing, love, poetess,

A Poem About Nothing but Love

A Poem About Nothing but Love By: Tyner Twine "I edited a few parts from my original poem. As tribute to my first love's requiem. Nevertheless, this simple soul song is the same, Written all for love and not for fame A poem of love I wrote on hot summer day, remembering the love that has, for so long, faded away." Would someone care to explain Why people write poems in a way That adorns with jewels something so plain That expresses emotions beyond the insane I lift my quill and dwelt on the thought, And realized the reflections I made and forgot... There I lift my pen THEN PAUSED and reflected: How should I begin to write, About lads and gals with love at first sight? Though I have tried as hard as I might, To close my eyes from love's delight, He won me over without a fight, Now all I see is love's pure light. I wondered..Now I shall write: Have I become some kind of fool Who let Love ruin my poems and rules? Who let Nostalgia come and play With distant Beloved's memories on a working day? Have I been foolish every night, To think his arms are holding me tight, To wish that he'll come home to stay, That he'll make love to me every night and day I think these thoughts and was appalled, How | felt too warm and oh, so galled In thinking that these thoughts might stay, and be my ruin at the end of the day. Love, oh love, is a cruel thing for fools if I might say, Though it is delightful it has a price to pay. Fool, fool, fool! With love as her tool..I am. Beguiled and ruined. Oh ~ why can't they just write about trees? Or how honey flows and comes from bees? Why can't they just write about the Sky? See the clouds and the mist and the birds that fly? Why can't they just write about life? How calves are born and how they die? How flowers bloom with the light of the moon, How the sun rose up and set too soon? Oh, a foolish poet's heart of clay, Be molded with the warmth of fate's faint sway! For life changed drastically above, As the fool that I am Writes a poem about nothing but love.


Poem Details | by Dennis Davis |
Categories: animal, caregiving, dog, identity, love, pets, prayer,

My Dog and Me

                                    Lord help me to be
                                    the person my dog
                                    thinks I am


Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: beauty, hope, identity, love,

You Call Me Love

     YOU CALL ME LOVE
I am as Alpha, but don't ask me why,
the wanderer through life, who comes and goes;
the tail of comets not observed am I,
Omega's dying breath nobody knows.

I am the candle flame where-in you shine,
and dance the dance so long as you will burn,
until the end of time, and time is mine,
I am the teacher from which you will learn.

And yes from your first breath, you learn it all,
only from me, the knowledge that you seek,
because of me you rise, and then you fall,
I am each thought you ever think or speak.

You call me love, but only once you'll see
just what I am, and what I'm meant to be.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Poem Details | by Shujaa Sinless |
Categories: beauty, birth, courage, freedom, hair, identity, pride,

Why Not Love My Locks

What's so strange about it?
The way it curls like a baby  or
The way it stands out on it's own

The way it swings when I walk  or
The way it catches your stare when I talk

Natural roots, they spring into trees of knowledge
The offense you take, the regards you make  and
Hassles I get when going state to state
It's like my whole life's at stake
Damn gimmie a break

(So) What's the big fuss about the Natural Lust
Rejection to European Beauty Standards is what I truly adore
We need more Natural sisters  MORE MORE MORE

MY LOCKS IS NOT A STYLE, NEITHER A FAD, NOR IMPRESSION
MY LOCKS IS A WEAPON, IT HELPS ME FIGHT AGAINST OPPRESSION

I'm not afraid to show it and I'm not afraid to grow it

Information, dedication, and confirmation is wrapped up in my hair
which wraps around my crown-
So thick, So tough, So strong, So long
So Black and untrapped just my appearance is an attack

Come into job interviews with my image misconstrued, unculture myself 
Just to fit what works for you
Cut my hair for what??   NO! Just Leave Me Alone
One half of one percent is still the wealth we own
So if I cut my hair off, what will the Black man own? 











Poem Details | by Karissa Kelley |
Categories: body, conflict, corruption, emotions, fantasy, feelings, fire, for him, grave, growth, identity, love, metaphor, passion, self,

Inferno love

The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite, 
As if a searing reminder 
That I'll be alright
I couldn't resist the fiery urge 
As I left this, ice cold world.
The hot coals became my host 
And lava errupted through my veins
I just couldn't quit gazing 
At the flickering flames.
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see 
As I saw myself  falling
And as I really listened 
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close 
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive
Be aware, you must know
That I, well.
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes 
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
 I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
 Come closer, closer..
 I let my flames spew
What happened to me 
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two.
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap 
Yourself with me 
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss  
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
Come closer.
The shadow calls out a warning heed
 Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away! 
Don't hold a gaze 
Into the burning dead flames.










Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: change, destiny, devotion, growth, identity, life, love,

The Balm of Synchronization

It is dangerous to walk into the conscientious realm of another,
To make love out of emotions long dreaded, long missed, and long lived
Each choice we make to discover in one another
Is sacred, momentous, and worthy of comprehensive purpose

We, in principle, are made for each other, 
To live our lives in exploration of one another,
To breathe into the depleted lungs,
To bite the lip long quivering,
To dress wounds as if they are your own

I speak of unity, and I speak of strength
I speak of daring yourself to know the ins and outs of my terrain
Passing all impasses of disdain, sorrow, failure, and unimaginable pain,
They marvel because we matter
You stay because you understand

You understand because I have long dreaded this moment
I have long missed your breaths,
And I have long lived your fears
I have touched the lips that speak so clear,
Wrapping your surfacing scars against the balm of synchronization

A most treacherous climb into the safety of your arms,
I anticipate the choice you make each and every day
You know I wait, because you and I were made that way
In turn, challenging the rest to discern what we have long understood


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: allusion, identity, love, romantic,

Jeanie: I Love Jee




Proud woman with the turquoise eyes;
half Iroquois, half white
Beautiful woman with the crescent moon smile,
that Milky Way glows in the night
Jeanie.I fell in love with Jee,
from the moment I boarded the wrong flight
Got on an Ottawa bound plane
one snowy December late
But it had to be the right plane, for it was fate
Her seat was next to mine,
our virgin conversation was so
Pocahontas out of time
She opened up her heart to me
with the oral still water storytelling of her Iroquois name
Said the Haudenosaunee translation meant “lost mocassin”
My white buffalo clan Cinderella princess,
whose feet I caressed on that maiden voyage
So je ne sais quoi was her French-Canadian speech,
it aroused the Judeo-Africano passion in me
Jeanie.I love Jee
Jeanie.I’m so in love with Jee
Revealed to me her childhood nickname 
as we were disembarking from the plane,
Jee was the arrow that pierced my curious mane
Made this lion of a man, docile and tame
From that moment on I had to know more;
and the more of her that I learned,
the more the fire in my heart for her burned
Proud woman with the alabaster skin,
now Euro-Iroquois Judeo-African
Jeanie.I love Jee
She is now the closest branch of my family tree
My Jeanie.I love Jee
She is my favorite kin kissing genealogy
My Jeanie.I love Jee

  


Poem Details | by David Welch |
Categories: angst, confusion, fear, feelings, identity, love, relationship,

Ex-Gay, Part I

My name, it is Reginald,
and I’ve got a story to tell,
some folks, they will not like it,
they’ll cry out,”Go to hell!”

You see my wife beside me?
it wasn’t always this way,
’cause for the past ten years now,
I’ve been living an ex-gay.

If this makes no sense, relax,
some days it barely does to me,
all I can say is that it started
All the way back in puberty.

In the locker rooms in high school,
I gazed with hungry eyes,
never tried to deny it,
I was attracted to guys.

My first time was senor year,
with a friend-of-a-friend,
in the backseat of his car,
where we did not have to pretend.

And when I went off to college
it was just like a vast buffet,
with professors so accepting,
good lord, how did I play…

But later in my junior year
something strange happened to me,
I found myself staring hard
at a woman of great beauty.

She was a junior professor,
and oh, the shape she had…
but I shook it off as crazy,
maybe I’d taken something bad?

And although I brushed it off,
a week later in came again,
this time an Asian cheerleader
when over she did bend.

All senior years I’d catch myself
sneaking girls a lusty glance,
but I kept seeing the fellows,
convinced I was a gay man.

After college it grew slowly,
found myself going on the net
to admire the female form,
but I couldn’t admit it yet.

Predictably, my relationships
never traveled a sunny path,
and at twenty-six I met a man
but knew it would never last.

Three weeks in he was out of town,
I went down to a local club,
got real drunk, picked up a girl,
took her home and we made love.

And still I couldn’t say it,
I kept on putting up a front,
but when backs turned I went out
to get myself some…fun.

Finally that boyfriend left me,
and I spent the next two years
going to shrinks, talking to priests,
confused and full of fear.

It was only sitting in a park,
on a bright and crisp morn,
that I bumped into a woman
who’s eyes promised so much more.

At first I feared she’d run from me
if she heard the messy truth,
but then years later we stand here
still bound by a love true...


Poem Details | by BL DEVNATH |
Categories: feelings, god, identity, love, universe,

SEES ONLY THE FEELING OF SOUL

           

            If an ant says that it loves the whole universe with it's tiny heart
              chance is there that men will smile if hear it's soundless voice
    The almighty omnipresent supreme God has given full freedom to all to love all        
             there's no barrier to any creature sees only the feeling of soul


Poem Details | by Travis Klein |
Categories: addiction, angel, break up, girlfriend, identity, imagery, lost love,

Herion

Heroin


	Oh, My Love—  Oh, My Love
You seem to have come from Above
	You are my dear Angel
But you are now Such a Stranger
	Our Life here was So Short
Yet So Long we did really surely Court
	I was going to give you My Last Name
But now you would of put IT to due Shame
	I Still do love you with All my heart
Every and All of my heart Every Single Part
	Wish you would bring your Life back to me
And Together Forever we could now Forever be
	You found a New true Love that Stuck
It killed your Heart for me—  and no Luck
	Heroine—  who’d she save??  She’s not a heroin
She Killed us;  deep with- in!!!! 

Travis ""Ceijaeh" Klein


Poem Details | by Rhona McFerran |
Categories: community, growth, humanity, identity, life, love, wisdom,

The Spaces In-Between

Most of life is spent in
hope for better things yet
expectation of what is to come
or anticipation of what could be
and while this is good, even necessary...
Focusing on the few
more “memorable” moments
misses out on much
of the spaces in-between:

Time with loved ones
time amid others
time to ourselves
time spent going places
and getting things done
time spent sitting utterly still

Such seemingly mundane spaces
on life's broad canvas
are the underpainting of the portrait
that our life becomes
the basis of the character we create
moment-by-moment
day-by-day
While more exciting times
are mere small fragments
on their own, a sad display
an infinitesimal, tiny sample
of the grander scene of life

So slow down, dear ones
Breathe deeply, remembering that
rushing only leads to rudeness

Instead of slopping through
these middling spaces...
Correct some of their ugliness by
brushing them with beauty, a little each day
Carefully choosing each word and action-
coloring them with kindness

Be honest, but without cruelty
Stop tolerating the intolerable
stop committing to what you don't want
stop rejecting what you truly need
life is a limited commodity
don't squander your time or anyone else's

Clothe yourself with humility
artist's smock of life
the covering that allows for
mistakes, creativity
and continual learning

Make the most of every moment
especially
the ones in-between
you might find that in the end
they were the most precious times of all


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: community, happiness, health, identity, integrity, love, time,

Resonance

Earth health-love resonance
is bird song
contrasted to dissonance
of non-ecologos
decaying cars
and non-theomythic truck technologies
of terror
and mismanaged motorcycles
flowing incessantly by.

Optimal resonance lives inside an eco-forested bird sanctuary
before and after a WestWind storming toward East
contrasted to challenged resonance
of living every WinLose day
next to a bird-nested tree
and a State HighWay.

These influence our polycultural health-love outcome potential
hearing Either-Or deductive contrast
as Left-oppositional and Right-appositional,
bipolar egocentric and dipolar eco-harmonic,
and see Both-And induced comparisons
polypathic wonder of ego-health potential
with polyphonic awe for eco-wealth integrity,

And not so monoculturing mundane much
as simply and always Win-Lose fundamentalism,
Either deductively successful
Or reductively impossible;
anti-inductive mistrust.

Future Search of a newborn child,
Both-And Elder RightBrained,
regardless of species
or multicultural seasoning,
is boundaried by DNA-RNA's historical
holonic iconic meaning
folding-unfolding fractals
in emerging-submerging bilateral Time.

In this same way,
Future Search of post-millennial Real 4Dimensional Time
regeneration
is double-boundaried
by WinWin PositivEnergy
historical and ecological confluent memories
and LoseLose NegativEntropic
dissonant
absence of Future WinWin ReSearchers,
whistling birdsong favorites
after climatic WesternDominant storms.

BeLoved Resonant
mythic mystery
lies within wu-wei cusps
Tipping Points of Left-nature with Right-spirit,
secular experience of and for sacred iconic memory,
ecologos and theomythos
reweaving
reconnecting Left with Right,
Yang with Yin,
EgoPatriarchs in healthy love with WiseElder EcoMatriarchs
inside as outside,
within as without,
below as above
Zero Health-Articulating Zones 
for Win-Win love.


Poem Details | by Winged Warrior |
Categories: confusion, identity, love,

Something Bigger Than Myself

A serene succumbing through windows pane In morning solitudes of the secreting scarlet sun Where love penetrates partitions of the past Riding on the refulgent rays of luculent light ~~~ Orbs of passion permeate the twilight realm As they tease & scintillate the nocturnal night Lustrous luminants that toy with our lament In the end, giving in to our deserving desire ~~~ Love, what have thou brought me…unaware? For I am a slave to your thespian thoughts A mere mortal capable of salving seductive sin The carnivorous consciousness encroaches still ~~~ Within paleolithic promiscuous planes of plight A vixen Vesuvius volcano erotically erupts I am engulfed by the luscious lingering lava Now petrified, entombed by love’s Majesty. Feb.01.2019 "Something Bigger Than Myself" Sponsored by: Line Gauthier Placed 2'nd...Thank You


Poem Details | by Alunamda Yokwe |
Categories: husband, identity, love, perspective, relationship,

A singular pair

A singular pair

 

Your feelings, your emotions,

Are they mine to share?

Your frustrations, your insecurities,

Is that my cross to bare?

 

Are we singular, a unit,

Or are we a pair?

Are your struggles my own

If our future we share?

 

Togetherness means one,

But are we not two?

Do I live for myself?

Or do I live for you…


Poem Details | by Tektite Tears |
Categories: freedom, hope, identity, inspiration, life, love, strength,

Resisting Styx

I resist in the River Styx

death of this soul.

But am I swimming to

or fro?

From the Underworld

escaping toward life

or submerging myself

from the surface

for the invulnerability rite?

I forego the boat

even though I hold the obol;

staying dry defies

my overly-passionate and bold

soul.

Hades and Styx

are stunned into inaction

by the audacity of my

relentless determination.

These wrathful souls around me

pay me no attention

though I recognize their actions;

we have their kind on land.

The sullen sinking soften me;

perhaps my mission is to save

each one of them.

This sadness should not be a sin;

I think they have been misjudged.

Perhaps I can negotiate with Hades;

yes, I realize the sound of my crazy.

But my crazy is why I am swimming

in this sea of death;

I see it as my mission,

not my sentence.

And I am not afraid.

I think Achilles' heal is a myth,

or maybe my full submersion

bypasses the weakness of blindness

plaguing all of those other eyes

who have turned against each other

in disguise and ire;

the irony is their yelling

has no sound

while eternally drowning.

I wonder though, if like the sirens,

song could transfix in reverse

the damage done.

Because I am a believer,

perhaps the last one,

in the wet murkiness,

I sing my best, most beautiful song.

The sound vibrates and echoes,

the disturbance distracts,

breaks the spell,

and the lifeless react.

The tumult of the wrathful subsides.

The sinking sullen begin to slowly rise.

The water's murkiness becomes a bit clearer.

Enough to allow the Overworld light in.

Free will, it seems, still exists in this river.

Those who choose begin to move nearer to me,

and I guide them up and out, a leader.

Styx and Hades, I fear will stop me.

But both nod and smile

ever so discreetly.

Now I know my true identity:

not a goddess,

just a defender

of humanity,

a keeper of love,

the only thing

that sets us free,

for disbelieving

is our Achille's heal,

and the secret truth I hold

is that myth is not real.

Again and again,

into the feared river

I will dive,

and expel from my lungs

songs of hope of

survival and new life.


Poem Details | by PAT Adams |
Categories: humorous, identity, imagery, mystery, nature, symbolism, tree,

Love Nuts

When coco de mer trees were found
Their nuts had most people enthralled
They all thought they looked erotic
So "Love Nuts" is what they were called

Still unknown how they reproduce
Explained in some of the wild tales
On stormy nights, the female trees
Are approached by uprooted males!

Viewing this mating process though
Would cause you to die or go blind
Seek not shelter under male trees
They might come at you from behind!


Poem Details | by Kaakyire Arthur |
Categories: emotions, friendship, health, heartbreak, identity, love,

My identity,My heritage

I represent a culture so deep in history
The history our ancestors passed on to our generation
The foundation that lead to the greatest civilisation
Which has open the eyes of many and de ears of hearers
We stood so strong from the river Nile
Bathe deep within its riches, sailed with great desire and landed as conquerors
We fought side by side with the Nubians against the Assyrians
Slaying giants and warriors from far and near with our proudly manufactured tools
One thing that will never be taken from us is our pride n stool
The pride of our glorious heritage, the stool of our graceful ancestors and our homeland Africa
A home we lived in since ancient Solomon
A place we find solace,peace, love and care and see the fruits of our labour yield each day
A place we toil the land and get blessed with its harvest
What a great joy and a pleasure to call myself an African child
Africa runs deep thru my veins like  hot spring steam
Its water quenches my thirst, its food satisfy my hunger and its lovesoothes my soul and heals my wounds
It gives me a sense of belonging, building a society together with my people
what a joy to know our people have such big hearts,very hospitable, humble and unique in our own special way
We make hospitality a grace that blesses people from all walks of life
And we humble ourselves to kings and slaves of north and south, east and west
Our ancestors handed to us something more precious  than silver n gold
And we cherish it with all our hearts,minds and souls
Today we stand strong not minding what our oppressors say
Nor think of what they accuse us for...we live on a free land with free minds
We believe in our culture passed on to us for many centuries
And we are delighted of it as it unravels itself each day to strengthen us and lead us on
I am proud to be African
And am blessed to be identified as an African child
Africa our true identity!!!!


Poem Details | by Al Parry |
Categories: anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,

Hugs

Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.


Poem Details | by Charley Davidson |
Categories: gender, girlfriend, identity, love, poetry, slam, integrity,

Love is Love

Tingles run from the tip of his nose to the tip of his toes  
His body starts to panic & secretes  
Pearls of salted water on every inch of his being  
That soon enough will show through his clothes  
 
He can feel his heart pounding in his chest  
The blood running through his veins  
The pounding in his brain  
 
He wants nothing more than for their fingers to intertwine 
And walk down the street hand in hand  
If his palms could just, in this moment, not sweat  
 
Showered, shit & shaved 
Dressed elegantly, yet not too fancy 
Dressed as a man should, protecting his integrity 
Showing his power & authority 
By being behaved and showing off his masculinity 
 
Sparks fly 
They both have twinkles in their eyes  
Time, when they're together seems to pass them by 
 
When comes the time for the first kiss, 
They both feel the anxiety  
Their arms wrap around each other, 
It comes naturally  
 
Their lips touch  
And lock 
 
Her lips are so soft  
They fit perfectly with his 
 
People pass them by and give them a glance 
Most feeling joy or even envy 
No one seems to be going berserk  
Over a public display of affection  
Between a woman & a man 
 
He gets to feel all those things & not be judged  
He gets to walk down the street with his girl holding hands 
He gets to kiss her in public and not be criticized 
 
Why can't I have that? 
 
Because..

When I get ready for her,  
I shit, shower & shave 
I dress elegantly, yet not to fancy 
I dress like a man, not like a woman should 
I am behaved and showing off my masculinity  
 
When I see her, 
I get tingles from the tip of my nose to the tips of my toes 
My body starts to panic & secretes 
Pearls of salted water on every inch of my being 
That soon enough will show through my clothes 
 
When I hear her voice, 
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest  
The blood running through my veins 
The pounding in my brain 
 
When I'm with her, 
I want nothing more than for our fingers to intertwine  
And walk down the street hand in hand  
If my palms, in that moment, could just not sweat 
 
When I spend time with her, 
Sparks fly 
We both have twinkles in our eyes 
Time when were together seems to pass us by 
 
When I kiss her for the first time, 
We both feel the anxiety, 
Our arms wrap around each other, 
It comes naturally 
 
Our lips touch 
They lock  
 
Every time I kiss her I think to myself, 
How her lips are so soft  
And how they fit perfectly with mine


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, anger, angst, betrayal, cancer, conflict, confusion, cry, dad, daughter, death, depression, emotions, evil, faith, family, farewell, father, father daughter, feelings, god, goodbye, grief, hate, heartbroken, how i feel, hurt, identity, jesus, june, leaving, life, loss, lost, love, me, memory, missing, pain, parents, prayer, religion, religious, sad, slam, sorrow, spiritual, urdu,

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much



Spiritual


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 Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: care, celebration, character, community, courage, culture, dedication, emotions, freedom, heart, identity, image, inspiration, inspirational, life, love, passion, patriotic, places,

GENUINE PINOY

7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..

Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...

Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...

Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...

Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..

God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...

By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: bible, character, christian, community, confusion, corruption, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, grief, happiness, heartbroken, heaven, history, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, parody, people, political, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, sin, social, society, sorrow, sorry, today, urban,

Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption.. God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, bible, celebration, celebrity, change, character, christian, faith, forgiveness, freedom, fun, god, hope, identity, introspection, jesus, life, lost love, love, marriage, passion, patriotic, people, political, pride, rainbow, relationship, religion, religious, society, sorrow, world,

God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise.. An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton