by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
faith, paradise, prayer, religious,
Unique is the discipline of love
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander
Sometimes we have to fight
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates
Rocking the cradle unworthy desires
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
Truth pointing us directions
within our code of moral conduct
which supports us in our voyage
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate
Without faith our souls identity will become dust
Needing hugs from heaven to survive
A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
(tercets unrymed)
by John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo |
Categories:
introspection, love
I hide my emotions in a place so deep.
Living a act to myself I keep.
Understanding all with ideas I play.
Voices echo from the page all I cannot say.
Jokes from the clown.
Undone I am when in this empty town.
Love fills the air in the spring.
Encounters crushing hearts and many gold ring.
She Understands in a different way.
For she hears with the heart all I cannot say.
In code i speak without any rules.
Thieves try to grasp anothers jewels.
But my tongue speaks in limited realm.
Storms I welcome as long with me
you are at the healm.
Take this message and save it
for a lonley day.
And cling to the passion
of what I cannot say.
by Poet Tacito |
Categories:
feelings, lost, lost love,
His bleeding heart
Was flustered from that torn parchment
In their leeching chapter
Pushed aside
As if “friendship” was aggression’s bull
Running through crowded cemeteries
Under quartered, sapphire moon
He sipped pitied shots of century-old whiskey
With a dusty glass of pomegranate w(h)ine
“Why isn’t she coming back to me?”
“My heart will make empty declarations until her return!”
As he childishly latches onto recycled yesterdays
Praying for God to give him
White picket gate’s access code
Writing lavish, debt-ridden sonatas,
In whiplashed curiosity,
On why she chose to forget him
Unbeknownst to decrepit author
That he
Could simply
Return the favor
©Drake J. Eszes
by Deborah Burch |
Categories:
home, symbolism,
Oh! Virginia
Come travel back with me to Old Virginia
The namesake of Elizabeth: the Queen
No other state possesses such charisma...
Oh! Mother, of this nation... evergreen.
The Old Dominion, (fifth realm of the Crown),
Birthed many 'Declaration' signers here
As well as Presidents...heroes abound,
From battles fought for Freedom we endear.
The Commonwealth is full of history:
From Jamestown...Williamsburg...and even Poe;
Virginians' Honour and Integrity...
Are still the code for living--not just show.
The Blue Ridge, Country Ham, and Brunswick Stew...
Virginia! Oh! Virginia! I love you...
deborah burch©1.3.2017
Form: Sonnet
by Teagan Taylor |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, evil, leaving, love, pain, sometimes,
Sometimes I think
I would love you more
if I was still drinking.
And then I decipher the code:
I would love you more
if I still loved myself less.
by Delysia Hendricks |
Categories:
romantic,
For Richard Lamoureux's "Any line" contest.
Richard Seale-d Door's line: slammed shut are the doors in "A mind made up".
You told me before
slammed shut are the doors
when my love for you went astray
I got my comeuppance
he's worth not a tuppence
and rumor has it he's gay
Lest I've need of another
visit to me brother
sometime for a quick howdy-do
or longing for discourse
in code as of Morse
on the stealth oiled a hinge, p'haps two
Ah, found me a crack
Leech-a is back
my love for the other's dissipated
you smile goodly, warmly
longingly, lovingly
my return welcome and anticipated
Delysia Hendricks
by Just James |
Categories:
love,
To find my hidden treasure
No need for a tape measure
“X” does not mark the right spot
Treasure hunters get one shot
Unravel my hidden code,
and watch my treasure unfold
The key is words you utter
Express, exclude the clutter
Experience grown riches
A broken heart now bridges
Unlock yourself at my dare,
at our reward we now stare
Open my chest, find my beat
Drum with me a love so sweet
by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories:
adventure, imagination, life, people, places,
From New York to the Gulf of Mexico
Travel path provided as you go
Links of network from plane above
Ocean cruiser scenes we love
Chevy gliding in style
Highway going wild
Horns blast in code
Traveling
Winding
Road
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
heart, love, muse, poets,
Composed through flickers of ambient light
vanilla wafts permeate solemn halls this night
as life into her passionate pen breathes
talking in code and longing to be
Verdant valleys and flowing waterfalls
mist simple eyes as words echo her call
darkness drips out from the deep black
easing anguished uncertainties held intact
Freeing feelings and setting off subtle swells
releasing evocative imagery from their cells
cravings of brittle bones obediently seek out
to be heard along side her choreographed shout
Succumb slowly dear to my heart in glowing red
Where futures shall lie and pure souls are bled
by Ilene Bauer |
Categories:
on writing and words,
When sucked into a novel,
What I think, as I glide through it,
Is how, oh how, I’d love to ask,
How did the author do it?
Creating all the characters
And scenes, like someone drew it,
It’s hard to wrap my mind around –
How did that writer do it?
The tricks within the story line,
The clues we’d not intuit,
Are so amazing I am stumped –
However did she do it?
The finished product, like a gift,
When critics did review it,
Deserved each glowing accolade –
Oh man, how did she do it?
If writers share a secret code,
I really wish I knew it,
‘Cause I would write a novel, too,
If I knew how to do it!
(I'm reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn)
by David Palmer |
Categories:
i love you, love, marriage,
When they flash fire, and she states, “I don’t
Believe it”, this man knows the envelope
He has pushed one too many times, and
Humbly kneels; the hour of penitence
Has arrived. To bring to her pleasure,
Where those dark limpid pools in abundance
Glow graciously in gladness while gazing
At me is, indeed, my aspiration.
A man can feel at great disadvantage
Trying to navigate a woman’s soul
By she’s given you a roadmap in code;
Learn the language of her eyes. Believe me,
She wants you to succeed. Soul storms, sunshine
Are seen by he who makes her his passion.
by Tifarrah Miller |
Categories:
depression
she wanted to cry but she couldn't
she wanted to feel but she wouldn't
she wanted something to fill her heart now empty
and full of despair
she wanted love and hope things that made her happy yet so sad
she wanted to be devoured by life in all its flowers and butterfly wings
she wanted so much,she wanted to much till having became a must and
she broke the morals and values that shaped and broke the code of honor
that made her. Till she only saw a stranger when she looked at herself anymore
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
god, spiritual,
Holder of the flame of bliss awareness
Cognised by presence, in tranquil stillness
Each hue new, although generic code same
God is love; we may give Him any name
Filling voids within, with joy in fullness
Deluded is thought of separateness
Empathy births interconnectedness
We all are one, this life play but a game
Holder of the flame
God in-dwells all forms, as the That oneness
Love, light and power, endless blissfulness
Steady resolve, with God-connect our aim
Set aside ego urge, which is to blame
Transmuting to luminous Godliness
Holder of the flame
17-November-2021
by Anonomus Scorpio |
Categories:
dad, daughter, devotion, father daughter, love, relationship, teen,
Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The crosses your bearing, I was for her there log splitter
Replacing their pain, I added sweetness to the bitter
I've written the code of how to be a committer
If you intend to challenge my devotion, those eyes must see you commit to her!
I'll carve you out if you show up to be a transmitter!
That feeling within you; Dads are "far more than just a jitter"
For if hell has a place on Earth; it will not be with me as it's remitter
by Lisa Ricci |
Categories:
love, romance,
"properly dressed"
if ever you wonder if there is a dress code
thinking of this will lead fast to overload
conserve energy for more important things
take yourself your heart and love too
in return I'll be ready waiting for you
with open arms holding passion to last
our pact stands wear jammies you like most
in high fashion and more to love we'll toast
celebrating concepts of being properly dressed
SkyWatcher
08-31-23
by Aditi Garg |
Categories:
10th grade,
Once the Earth was waiting too much
Flowering the best code
It look like a wedding planned
Just for it to land
The earth was blooming to much
The birds were cooing
To pleasant it with lei of love
Even the quiet was speaking too much
Waiting for it like a plant wait for the sunlight to bloom it up
It’s finally arrive, but it was eerie too much
The earth soaked calamity instead of luscious
The birds weren’t mellifluous enough
even the quite was deaf enough
The earth was sailing its own recked boat in its own land which was bloody enough
It was raining too much that the drops were salty enough
It seems like the Earth was waiting too much
by Archana Garg |
Categories:
culture, home,
Indian peninsula is not unknown to you,
Not only land its sky is wonderful too.
Diverse in climate and culture and
Indians worship mother - nature.
‘Atithi devo bhav.’ is our code of conduct, this is what scriptures instruct.
My flag – The Tricolour.
Yummy cuisine.
Perfect ecosystem.
Rich religious growth and spirituality.
Incredible beliefs and customs.
Devotion and meditation.
Exotic wildlife and what not.
India has all colors of the rainbow,
Festivals, fun, love and respect have easy flow.
*‘Atithi devo bhav.’ means guest is god.
Dt: 08/04/14
Third place win in a contest sponsored by Kim Merryman
Topic - Tell Me About Where You're From
by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories:
for him, husband, journey, longing, love, missing you, red, thank you, thanks, together, wisdom,
In case I forget
today to say
I love you!
D
In every way
every single day
I love the sweet things you say
no code plays
I admire your strength to believe
to be a man who goes after his needs
in all of the people I have known
you are truly one I will NEVER let go
You lift me up higher than yesterday
something in all my life I wanted to say
I wanted to know I wanted to believe
now my sweet baby you made love my reality
by Joe Inka |
Categories:
cowboy-westernfamily, family,
A cowboy is a hardened soul
When viewed by strangers eyes
A mind of honor and fortitude
A cowboy never cries
A cowboy lives with purpose, clear
His spirit can't be quelled
No hardship on Earth can take his pride
Though he rides to the edges of Hell
The cowboy is really a family man
Though affection he rarely shows
His daily toil is driven by love
and his family surely knows
A cowboy lives by a simple code
That city folk often can't see
But if you want to learn what life is about
A cowboy is something to be.
by Rosemarie Rowley |
Categories:
absence, lonely, missing you,
THE GRASS WIDOW
All this cowed earth in a blue jar, flowerless
Stands on the pine table. Clay and wood
Have broken spirit’s voice, to endow
With uncalled for happiness your fleeting presence.
Truth is blunt in your eyes: you do not love me
Or what I seem to claim in you, parenthood and nation,
Lest I decipher too readily the code of your person
And trade it for the platitude of wealth
Joining you has become. You would rather
Speak of the turquoise found in a still cave
Than wear the married felicities of our age
Wafer thin as an advertisement page
Adorning the scattered newspaper. My hands
Touch your face. Nobody loves you like me.
by Abe Lopez |
Categories:
music, people
Intimate moments were shared – his fingers sweep her lovely neck, tickling her frets.
Releasing sweet rhythms from the depths of her maple wood heart,
her vocal cords sing the blues as they kiss the hands that unleash her voice!
Distortions of life reverberate through the land where cotton is still king.
Lucille & B.B. a lifetime affair; making love on stage, creating a voyeuristic experience.
Educating the world on southern living; through music that transcends all generations,
his diary of songs speak his heart through notes that rain from his Gibson guitar
Every mistress’s code name - Lucille …
by Anindya Mohan Tagore |
Categories:
beauty, blue, butterfly, cat, friendship, heaven, joy,
UNSUPPORTED CODE
In the garden of Eden
There is no sorrow and cries
I am the pretty kitten
Playing with blue butterflies
There is no sorrow and cries
Here, Love blooms in every ground
Playing with blue butterflies
Only caress can be found
Here, Love blooms in every ground
Butterflies flutter and play
Only caress can be found
I sleep on the grass or hay
Butterflies flutter and play
My paws do not hurt any
I sleep on the grass or hay
I like to play with many
My paws do not hurt any
I am the pretty kitten
I like to play with many
In the garden of Eden
09.03.16
7 syllables per line
by Tabitha Mathis |
Categories:
desire,
Why you chose me
Why you chose me?
Because of the arch in my back,
The beauty within my skin,
The red hills I love to wear,
Or is it my dress code that is official,
Why you chose me?
Do you know anything about me?
Do you know what my future holds?
Will you be a crutch in my life?
Are you here for me or to hold me back?
Why you chose me?
Is it because I have two nice cars,
A nice house,
A job with 5 children,
Do you know the reason you want to be with me?
I don’t need a crutch,
I need a back bone,
Don’t need an extra child,
I need a real man,
So why you choosing me,
Make sure you know what I need
by Aunika Alch |
Categories:
crazy, first love, friend, friendship, giggle, happy, silly,
UNSUPPORTED CODE
There once was a girl named Lilly
she was very silly.
One day Lilly
met a boy named Willy
willy was very silly
too.
Willy and Lilly played with glue
UNSUPPORTED CODE
by Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
allegory, beach, black love, blessing, blue, boat, books, city, feelings, grave, heaven, homework, motivation, muse, myth, proposal, romantic, wind,
It's blisteringly faithfully rot,
it's intangible as it's deserving of all,
so many signs,
and signatures to boot...
The wreathe in the sky,
the tree rotation eye,
end of all eagerness,
dredge of the forced peaceful bliss..
The honorary code time'd and then aged like the rot,
and an evening star,
and a really far far...