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abuse, art, bullying, kindergarten, religion, silence, symbolism,
dance with slum lords
they shed fake tears
victims they shout
from Ivory towers
Mock and attack
they of dark cloth and deceit
possesses no real God
they whoreship only their prey
living by night not day
Some even screech praise untowards
sick is the mind who follows
dead morals and upended graves
they really are the bully's slaves
Yet their churches pew is full
singing love songs
sewing fear and anger
no wonder God got fed up
evicting them one and all
If you sow seeds of kindness,
Then kindness is what you'll reap.
If you sow seeds of forgiveness,
You'll reap untroubled sleep.
If you sow seeds of anger,
of hatred or discontent,
You'll reap a crop of violence,
Discord and evil intent.
If you sow seeds of brotherly love,
Then love you will receive,
But if wickedness is what you sow,
Then wicked you will be.
The lesson here is pretty clear:
You reap just what you sow.
Therefore, strive to sow only good seeds,
And spread them wherever you go.
For SandyIvy's Seed contest
Kevin C. Martin
christian, courage, cry, dream, faith, fear, god, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, lost, love, pain, peace, religion, religious, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, thanksgiving, youth,
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
emotions, feelings, hope, hurt, imagery, love hurts,
Love is but an illusion
a mixture of lies and truth.
And non-responsive to dreams
or expectations of youth.
Through anguish and frustration
bravado falters and slips.
And yet in your fantasies
passion drips from wanton lips.
Hope courts imagination
summoning a dreamy smile.
And you find your private place
where you go once in a while.
You yearn for a soul mate with
whom to share your existence.
And you continue to look
with undying persistence.
You fall in and out of love
with the ghosts of yesterday.
And yet feigning happiness
pretend everything's okay.
Drawn to thy beauty, grace rains down;
I choose this drowning than a drought –
Where ten thousand are called mine own;
Yet, deny thee and live without.
Skilled not enough to understand;
Words unheard, find their voice through thee;
As I reach out then find thy hand;
I see light take darkness from me.
Chaos knits together unity:
Thoughts run free, once captive in chains;
Cleansed from fear in thy purity;
Would I leave, canceling such gains?
Trees reach like glowing embers
to singe the autumn skies.
Leaves burst with blinding colour
like sparks that spin and rise
Then a breath of weightless fog
moves across the silent lake
where trails of molten clouds
fill the sunset's smoky wake.
The harvest moon emerges
like a second burning sun
to fill the sky with button-stars
that morning pulls undone.
Sunlight floods the gardens
to melt the morning dew.
This is where my heart resides
since September gave me you.
community, sister, women,
Taking the risk,
Baring the soul,
Seeking the wisdom
That shall make us whole.
Raising the arms,
Spreading the wings,
Hearing the music
That deep in us sings.
Stepping the dance,
Chanting the song,
Feeling the sisterhood
Tender and strong.
Sharing the love,
Speaking the name,
Calling the blessing
And lighting the flame.
Take the Dagger from my Heart, Please- Poetry Contest
sponsored by Broken Wing
N/A in Premiere Contest Number 5, Judged 8/27/2016
break up, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts,
Falling in love’s magical
it feels like your heart's on fire.
And dreamers hear only hope
not the words of a liar.
When trust begins to weaken
your heart shores it up with lies.
And an outpouring of pain
replaces truth as it dies.
Fear gathers like nagging doubts
morphing into last goodbyes.
And shared dreams discreetly drown
as tears spill from crying eyes.
Let time’s current carry you
to where hope outweighs sorrow.
For like a river it flows
towards a new tomorrow.
happiness, hope, love, trust,
Despite the black, the birds begin
To call the light unto the day,
Persistent songs remind the Sun
To send the stars upon their way.
There's hope in this which I admire:
The birds trust what they're yet to see,
I know I trust you just the same,
And always will, unfailingly.
heart, love, wife,
My love for you is magnified
By the curvature of my tears
I'm lost within the corridors
Of my loving you all these years
My tears are not filled with sadness
They are permeated with joy
You have helped me become a man
Who's connected to inner boy
Within the chambers of my heart
My true self has now been revealed
When you live beside an angel
There is nothing that can't be healed
I dance within our memories
Anticipate the ones to come
You're the source of my happy tears
I don't regret a single one
For Flo's "Sing to My Heart Contest"
beautiful, care, flower, heart, love, magic, moon,
Visions of a way forward
raising the curtains dream magic
stepping into the spotlight view
captivating under a harvest moon
Rocked in the cradle of thoughts
your the flower sweetly awakening
deeply flames warmly embrace sunshine beams
growing beautiful rose petals tenderly touch deeply
When I trace your heart's echo
kissing this soul softly within dewdrops
weeping starlight tears of a breathless sigh
where the sunbeams dance with brilliance
Golden inside your rays honey
deliciously lights up priceless perfect
holding the breath for a moment love
our time shining purely unique sharing
beautiful, beauty, introspection,
When it’s quiet, I’m alone and nobody can see,
I withdraw to the world I invent,
Where my thoughts are my own, nobody will judge,
And I breathe my own little lament.
I’m safe on this raft, this raft of my truth,
My truth where I’m no longer blind.
Where everything’s real, as real as the wind,
The wind blowing around in my mind.
My eyes are shut tight, all entry is locked,
My ears only hear the silence of dry,
And my mind wonders, to the edge of the world,
And tiptoes on the clouds in the sky.
I love when it’s quiet and I’m alone in my head,
And I can love all there is in my heart,
And appreciate all that I ever will be,
And exist in an imagination of art.
Speak not of glorious visions past.
The dark remorse of woe
into the nightly splendour fades,
Where now, I too must go.
Weep not the tears of duty here,
Nor utter words withheld
That may have given liberty,
And had the power to meld.
Fear is but a childish word
That fills the heart with dread,
No more will rage direct my path,
Nor turn this weary head.
The north wind blasts against my cheek
Where tears did fall, short time ago,
The salty streams have turned to ice,
Repentant floods no more will flow.
I see the dawn break splendidly,
It melts the air around,
And bends the flower’s head toward east,
In trance-like motion bound.
What a strange one, my PC,
orange, gray and white.
Only time she sits on me
I'm downstairs at night.
That's when she's my laptop. I
like her, soft and fat,
snuggled on me, for she's my
personal (lap) cat!
(This is example of 7/5 trochee and best I could do for discussing a computer. haha!!)
fantasy, fun, funny, holiday, humorous, love,
I want a piece of chocolate cake
Oh and a delicious piece of cherry pie
I want a piece of that place called Fort Knox
With all those pieces I could afford a lot
I want a piece of that lady over there
In her haute couture she saunters with such flair
I want a piece of the clouds in the sky
I just want it, don't ask me why!
I want some tiny peace of mind
To have some pieces left to be kind
Then I can give you a piece of Art
A piece I promise comes straight from the heart
Each year before Christmases of the past
Past visitors came to trim my holiday tree
Tree with ornaments homemade to last
Lasting, unique gifts of their artistry
Artistry now shown in a wreath on my door
Door filled with treasures I was blessed to receive
Received gifts from those who are with us no more
More reminders that love in my heart will never leave
*For Dr. Ram's "Wreath" Contest. (Eight-line quatrain/rhyme using the last word of each line as the first word of the next line.) Merry Christmas, everyone!
Richard D Seal
The stars bestowed your eyes
The moon, your cherry red lips
The sun, that light in your mind
Heaven, those gold finger tips
The oceans surrendered your hair
Your form, fashioned by tides
Rivers tempered the spirit
Where patience and love resides
Strength, came from the mountains
The wind, sweet lullabies
Volcano’s forged the Passion
That lives in soul filled eyes
But where, oh where is completion
Makes the pulse race and dart
For this, woman must wait
Till a man, gives her his heart.
Written 7 Oct 2013
care, child, emotions, family, feelings, how i feel,
When a child's placed in foster care
it is shuffled from heart to heart.
And a link in the chain of love
goodbye precedes every new start.
Trusting eyes explore each fresh face
hoping to experience norms.
Yet intolerance and half-truths
often spawn emotional storms.
Love’s only an empty promise
whispered by a slick silver tongue.
And it's a word best forgotten,
especially to hearts so young.
They're shackled to hope and fear,
feelings felt from an early age.
And questioning their future fate
they succumb to their inner rage.
Time makes them undesirable,
forgotten youths of yesterday.
And once considered old enough
they're abruptly sent away.
devotion, love, time, true love,
Please tell me about the existence of time
Is it meant for you or what I want as mine
Would you savor every minute meant for you
Will you compromise our life built for two
Come close, feel this heart beating for you
The only movement inside I compare to eternity
With every savoring minute, I make room for more
My love is proof of existence of time
A collaboration with SKAT A: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poems_by_poet.aspx?ID=17922
I sing a song of springtime.
The earth is green and fair.
Life comes again with scent of rain,
and love is in the air.
I sing a song of summer.
The sun is climbing high.
We laugh and run and have such fun.
How blue becomes the sky!
I sing a song of autumn.
Trees wear their brightest gown.
It’s trick or treat, then bittersweet
as leaves are falling down.
I sing a song of winter.
I sing it soft and low.
The days grow dark and short, but hark!
We bask in Yuletide’s glow!
Written April 5, 2016 for the Seasons Contest of Shadow Hamilton
I read with greed John Master's books,
to Indian culture introduced.
I grew to love a distant land;
by her allure I was seduced.
To Indian culture introduced,
I felt the urge to go and see
the striking beauty of her face,
the charms bestowed abundantly.
I grew to love a distant land
where the traditions are held high,
religion, races, culture, tongues
are deep-ingrained - will never die.
By her allure I was seduced,
this vibrant country in the east.
I plan to take a closer look
and let my eyes in wonder feast.
Contest: Shall We Retourne
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
family, love, upliftingtime,
It is a family tradition
Passed from year to year
That we spend together
And celebrate with cheer
As the first snowflakes fall
We hear mama’s voice call
"It’s time for hot cocoa;
Come one and come all"
She asks nothing in return
Just quality time to share
Making each cup special
To show how much she cares
Now anxiously we wait
When leaves begin to fall
That cup of love to come
With winters first snowfall
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
A wish is hope, all dressed up
A heart that needs to sing...
And I have 3 songs today,
Hopes and wishes, that I bring...
I wish yesterday was today
So I could change some things...
I seem so much wiser now,
A different song I'd sing...
I wish I had the power
To make my fellows see...
That hate wont set the table,
But love is always free
I wish that I could write a poem
That everyone would read...
Something with a message,
To plant a fruitful seed
We all would like to think
That magic might come our way...
And that some Genie just might grant,
Our hopes and wishes for today
He hurries home late from the office
and hesitates out on the lawn,
the mists are swirling like her dress,
the moon is frowning down.
The music in her soft blue eyes,
that hungry look upon her face
makes him tremble like a teenager
fumbling his first date.
Hoping she's gotten home safely,
beguiled by her lingering perfume,
his wife and kids are sound asleep,
he tiptoes through the family room.
Bedeviled by such fervent yearnings
full-compounded day to day,
a strangled heart, a tortured soul,
old love, new love - there is no easy way.
imagination, inspirational, love
The flowers danced within the breeze
The music box dancer danced with ease
She danced and danced within his heart
For he loved her from the very start