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A DAUGHTER'S POEM
By: PATRICIA B. LORENZO

I looked at you & my world changed it's hue
I gasped for a breath & i saw you within a depth
A voice so melancholic,a melody to my ears
A touch so warm yet so gentle through all these years

You are the sunshine in my darkest days
The WOMAN I admire so full of grace
The Virtue, the Patience & the Charm
All I learned from you and it creates no harm

I'll cherish the days that we're together
And will live with happy memories forever
The MOTHER that God sent me from heaven
The ONE that gives lesson for my existence

About the piece, it's a loving tribute of a daughter to her mother. Pat is only 12 years old yet she was able to compose a piece so mature that even a guy like me would cry.

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I Swear Not To Fall For A Poet
“Attract your kind!”

By: Yoli Soliveres

And the screen turned black.
Then the custom text slithered to a spin, mocking:
smile! smile! smile! smile!

It’s been ten minutes of staring at the line:
Attract your kind! Attract your kind! Attract your kind!
willing the letters to re-arrange themselves,
if not to disappear;
ten minutes of cursing myself for clicking on the e-mail
I vowed not to read in a thousand fiscal years.

Once, I swore not to fall for a poet:
the engineer of imaginary spacecrafts that take you,
wearing only an old shirt, to the moon;
the god who creates clichés so hated by snooty
second language English speakers; and the chefs
who fatten Mr. Webster and his friend Mr. Oxford.

As lovers, poets leave you awed and later dying wondering
what of their words that poisoned you,
and except for your life, what else it was that you lost,
except for everything, what else did you miss.

At best, poets leave you with something figurative
when all is over: you sleep with their synecdoches;
you salad on miseries French-dressed in vinaigrettes;
you turn into stress balls their odes and make bookmarks their villanelles.

You get insulted that even their break-up letters
seriously warrant a publication and centuries later will be found
in library archives as biographical citations, while you,
the addressee, must submit to the devil if only to make it
to the footnotes.

The poets I have dated wrote their best in anger
assuming, perhaps, the outburst would not see print.
And if you’re one of those who believe
that Shakespeare did not write Romeo and Juliet,
but some duke or else, then you must believe, too,
that authors are at their best
when they don’t write as themselves.

“That’s what you get for not seizing the moment. Stale leftovers.
“…and it stops right here. Attract your kind!” he said.
(What non-poet-man would e-mail “seizing the moment”?)

You get counted ten on the first blow,
still you forgive them for their metaphors.

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By Chance Meeting
From Heather Marie Stapler

It is hard to describe the feeling of,
Searching for so long for the right one.
You have tried everything, and been
Through many heart breaks. Then
One day he appears on your screen
Such a handsome man and full
Of love and kindness.
Could these wonderful feelings be
The kind that last forever.
Oh how it makes you heart beat
Just to hear his voice and all the
Sweet words coming from his lips.
You know that your falling for him yet you’ve
Never even touched him in person
Could this be a by chance romance,
That one day turns to true eternal love.
No words can describe how it makes you feel
To once again feel happiness,
And to finally have hope that this man
May very well be the end of your search.
Is it possible to fall in love and never
Even met yet.
Just when you think hope is gone and you
Think you’ll never find love.
This amazing man comes out of no where
And completely sweeps you off your feet.
If this is all a dream,
I hope to never wake up.
This poem is for you my new found happiness.
Thank you for entering my life.

Copyright ©2009 Heather Marie Stapler

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Changing of the Guards
By Jeanne Ames

The moon slowly raises its sleepy head over the blue mountains,

Rising slowly to take the night watch and the sun surrenders the sky gladly,

As the sun sinks into its watery bed, he waves a golden/pink goodnight.

Lonely, the moon sits in the twilight looking down on the earth,

Until one by one the bright stars come to keep him company.

Happy for the company the moon goes up to welcome them.

Moon and stars lay softly on black velvet as they pass the night together.

The stars blink sleepily as they make a great effort to stay awake.

The moon shines brighter to wake the stars but they still blink drowsily,

Until one by one they nod off to sleep in the silvery glow of a coming dawn.

Now even the moon is waning and wakes the sun to take his place in the sky.

The soft black velvet is taken by the moon to be replaced quickly,

As the sun blankets the sky with bright blue and fluffy white pillows.

The sun lays warm on his cheerful bed and shines his bright face upon the earth,

Waking the birds from their lofty perches in the tree’s leafy branches.

The bird's happy singing wakes the slumbering trees and they wave good morning to all.

What a wonder it is to be watched over by the likes of these lofty guards!

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The Age of Imagination
By Julia Kneale

"A vivid imagination" said the school reports.
Yet I can't imagine how I got here,
to this place.
I can't imagine my son
firing guns from tanks in blazing heat
or how my mothers' mind in retrograde,
no longer knows me.
I can't imagine what it would be like to die.
I can't imagine why the mirror laughs.
I can't imagine my life without you.
I can't imagine life.
I can't imagine what imagination means.

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Imagine The World Without Music
By Doris Limpin

What if you're sad or angry?
What if your're happy? and you wanna rejoice,
get loud and knock yourself out.

can't dance without it,
you can't put a baby to sleep.
just like when you exercise
do it with music is my advise.

music is the twin of life
without it you can never survive
it's food for the soul
a hot tasty meal in a bowl
you don't believe me?
try it sometime

you'll see that I'm right.
so sit and relax
turn on your radio
and have some smashing pumpkin, britney spears,
charice pempengco's music bite.

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The Mydring
By Jeanne Ames

I went a rowing with my dad.
It’s the first time that we ever had.
To Chantrall Lake we did go,
My dad said that I could row.

We packed a picnic lunch for our trip,
And we took some tea and honey to sip.
We might even fish, so our poles we did take.
We put are boat into Chantrall Lake.

My daddy started to row, the sun was shining bright.
I was feeling very drowsy, I hadn’t sleep all night,
So excited was I, about today’s boating trip.
Soon my eyes close and into sleep I did slip.

When I awoke, Chantrall Lake had turned gold,
I had a long gray beard, I had grown suddenly old!
Dad was not there, lunch and the tea were gone!
A big yellow fish sat on a rock singing a silly song.

This is what the strange yellow fish did sing,
About red skies and a great purple Mydring
About an another world that had no land
Only one big lake, not even sand

The Mydring was a great purple beast.
I was not scared, nope, not in the least.
No such thing was there I was sure, you see,
So that silly yellow fish couldn’t scare me.

But as he sang, the golden waters started to quake,
My heart started to pound, I started to shake.
Out of the lake, something big was coming,
I was so scared then, my heart was drumming.

Something big came up out of Chantrall Lake,
I could see, it looked like a big purple snake.
As I keep looking, it turned and smiled at me,
And ask me “Do you know the way to the sea?”

I just brought up my hand and pointed the way,
So surprised was I, that I had nothing to say.
Then I heard my father call “Teddy boy wake up”!
My father was giving me tea and honey in a cup.

I was young again, and the lake was blue,
The Mydring was gone, the yellow fish too.
When I told my father what I had seen and heard,
His eyes sparkled and he smile, but he said not a word.

Many more times I have been at that lake to wish,
Yet not once did I see the Mydring, or the yellow fish.
But one day I will take my little boy there to see,
If the yellow fish will sing about the Mydring, Maybe.

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Drop the Ball
By Howard Nivison

It’s bizarre and quite unexpected
Life’s been pretty cool all in all
Maybe God wants to show us perspective
See freakin’ cool lives
Drop the ball.

Adventure’s the name of the party
Some want a taste of it all
But the world didn’t want to go with me
Seems some mighty men
Have to fall.

A pun in my life tore my leg off
Ole God was just havin’ a ball
No more bikin’, no hikin’
And no ballroom dancin’
Just sittin’ and writin’ bout all.

My brain, it was once used for thinkin’
Figurin’, plottin’ the call.
Now my brain’s mostly just stinkin’
Can’t think much of
Nothin’ at all

I’ve had plenty chances at happy
Happiness just outside in the hall
I’m tempted to call my life crappy
The truth is
I just dropped the ball.
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Eternal Circle
By ANDREY Sefu

1. Deep into the night,
I'm looking for some love,
Deep into the night,
I'm above all, but alone

2. Deep into' the dark
Desire makes me strong
Deep into' the dark
I am longing for some blood

3. Alone into the mist,
I break out my own soul
And my burial is heavy:
Never did a Demon love
An Angel !?!

4. Roses have thorns, they say
And Demons are Evil!
But did they know :
Roses and Demons are born
from Angels ?

5. Deep in the ground,
The Demon's eyes are awake
They saw only one rose
Rising from the Demon's
empty heart.

6. Deep into the sun,
An Angel is born
Light born from light,
Fell on Earth, just beside
the Demon's tomb.

7. Deep into the Angel's wings
Mischievous Demon's blood
Penetrates, when little Angel
Dare to embezzle the
Grim Rose

8. Deep into times,
Over the ages, the dreadful
Demon reborn as a simple shadow
At what he was before, he turned
into a Man.

9. Deep into time,
After She tasted the Demon’s
Dark blood, the Angel
Fell into sins, lost her purity
and became a mere Woman.

10. Deep into Man's mind
Whatever the reason was,
The Man never forgot,
The Angel’s silky touch.

11. Deep into the woman's
Artery, flows the Demon's
Damned Blood, and also
The starvation that once,
Filled Man mind.

12. Deep into the night,
Two wanderers met each other
At a corner of the street
First looking for his
Very own Rose.

13. Deep into contemplation
Was the second wanderer.
And they didn't even see
One another, and only the Rose's perfume
And Blood taste remained.

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The Stalker
By Julia Kneale

Crouched against your garden wall
wondering if you know at all.
Soaked hair plastered to my head,
and you were fast asleep in bed.

Frozen fingers,chattering teeth,
you above and me beneath.
I dream that you could feel the same.
You do not even know my name.

Tomorrow night I'll strike again
to haunt you in the pouring rain.
The wind has turned my fingers blue.
My only thought to be with you.

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Unrequited
By Deepika Vasudeva

I will never lose you,
For you ain't a battle to win.
I might never win you,
For I know I got too many imperfections.
I can't let you go,
For you rule my mind every second.
I can't hold you forever,
For i never owned you to do.
I might never remember you,
For we made no memories.
I might never forget you,
For I exist to think about you.
I don't love you for things you say,
For everything remained unsaid.
I don't love you for the way you made me feel,
For you kept your distance forever.
I won't stop you when you turn to leave,
For I have no rights to do.
Unconditional unreciprocated...
Maybe it was meant to be.

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"Liste.e.n"
By Steve M. Rich

Listen
Beloved
I dreamed
Noticed as soon as I saw you, I was home
That feeling of cold nothings, kissing marble walls of buildings so tall
I felt Phantasmal in the city of no one at all
Listen
Beloved
I dreamed
And you whispered water in my pores, and down my face
Trying me everyday, with two breaths, under sun, honey sweet, honey glaze
Listen
Beloved
I dreamed
That you were so damn tall, and I was the same size missing you
and you kept looking at me
you were smiling at me, gargantuan lips of purple paint
that scrape my soul like bone, I faint- from flowers like eyes
that grew on my face, with visions of green garrulous goddess
getting gawked greatly gold….which is funny, that you spoke
of laughs an exhales, and the upper management of my spine
which shall break with you in due time….calm, then abrupt..
Listen
Beloved
I dreamed
…..an ever since I sat….I’ve never woken up.


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Agony
by Karen Joy

failed to sleep last night,
was it the ticking of the
clock that kept me awake?
just sittin' up on my bed
listening to my breathing,
- growing deeper,
as the smoke from my coffee
- curling thicker.
armed with my pen,
face to face with a blank sheet
waiting, for the verses to fall...

just sittin' up on the bed
waiting for your voice
to utter my name,

For the last time.

slowly,
the pen unfolds
the secrets of your lies,
the blank sheet turned gray
and crumpled,
because I filled it with these tears...

To put an end to this agony.

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Twinkling eyes
by Jeanne Ames

Never let your eyes grow up
Look at life with child like wonder;
With every new snow fall
Or when you hear the birds call
When you see a flower bloom
Or see a golden crescent moon
The gentle swaying of the trees
Hear the laughter of the leaves
As you taste your favorite ice-cream
Don’t ever be afraid to dream
Be sure to give your smile away
Every hour of every day
Put your face toward the sun
Don’t quit life before it’s done
Show the ones you love, you care
As long as this earth we share
Give comfort to your fellow man
Always be willing to lend a hand
Climb a tree, wade in cool steams
Life might not be as bad as it seems
The more you give your love away
The more you’ll get back each day
So smile and give me your hand
Walk with me on the golden sand

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"Isolophobia"
(fear of being alone)
By Harris Noh

Please don't let me be
With no one here for my sight to see,
Mine eyes vision not so clear
No voice for my ears to hear

Solely in a pitch dark room
Lonely and feeling this gloom,
In an abyss I wait alone
For someone to take me home.

Like a full bright yet shimmering moon
Shining velvet lights but all alone,
No stars to share it's glow
And time moves on so very slow.

I'm scared in darkness I whispered
But no soul can notice not a single shepherd,
I'm afraid I shout very loud
Still no one can hear not even a cloud.

Them who I casted from my side
For our hearts once each collide,
Now them I seek here to arrive
Our hearts come to a new divide.

You'll die alone said the voice inside
Like a lone wolf with no one by it's side,
Be buried with nothing but all the hatred
Of them who from within you have betrayed.

Now I recognize this feeling of dread
And them who cared but I misread,
Someone please don't let me be
Be sole with no one to stay beside me.

Save me from my world of solitude
Reach my hand someone I hope you would,
I don't want to be an oblivion for much longer
With you be here I'll be affright no more.

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Citylights
By Bil Surette

The rain fell hard, the wind pressed fast against my skin,
my face itched my teeth ached.
I walked quickly head down,
I had no place to be
I had no place to go.
The night life traffic oozed past, buzzing electric light
guides me in, into the core,
home.
Bookstore, surplus store, liquor store.
Stores selling food, stores selling sex, stores selling drugs.
I stop and buy some cigarettes, I stand in a wedge of neon
bright and strike a match.
I draw in and let loose, an Indian limps up with a question,
I pass him a smoke, he tucks it behind his ear so I pass him
another.
He ambled on,
with no place to be
no place to go.

Hardened
By Bil Surette

I am broke broken crumbling.
The plaster split walls, nails,
hanging wires stripped bare,
pipes, single sink, carpets
hardened by years of steps
stepping in stepping out.
Window panes frosted
chest pains lost in
alcohol numbness.
Pornographic pencil
sketch, paper piled
knee deep, single bed
single room
here’s your key
checkout’s at eleven.

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Let me be there
By Gabriella Mattis

Kissing you is like tasting sweet morning dew
few move me the way you do
the way you make me unclench my heart
and drop my guard and not fear getting hurt
your the first thing i wanna see in the morning
and the last before i shut my eyes
i want to be in the dark corners of your mind
and light them with my love
make your pain dust in the air
your fears a distant memory
that wont leave a mark on your heart
or a sore on your brain
i want to shelter you and make my arms your home
i want to be the shoulder you cry on when your sad
tell me of your woes as i try to soothe your soul
my most pleasant goal to make you happy
when your hurting the most and losing all hope

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About Life
By Elaine Hebert
Lake Charles, La.

My dryer sounds like a jackhammer
it's going to town on my head.
Just three more loads, sixty minutes each.
Not too long now until my head explodes.
The clothes are dry, without a wrinkle,
ahhh, the sweet sound of silence as I fold.

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Today We Live!!
By Eric Herbert

As the sun rises spreading it's glory

pushing the darkness a flower is awaken from the warmth and light

The morning dew melting on its silky petals

Its a new day a new beginning

The fragrance of new in The morning

This day we shall love as never before

This day we forgive all that was done

Because yesterday is no more and love is always renewing

Chublanc 3-10-10


All alone just all alone!!
By Eric Herbert


Fear is at the door knocking

So forcefully

Were is my father

Can’t he be found

Who will teach me how to love

To be a man strong and sure

Who will lead me through life’s paths

Sorrow fills my soul

For I know that he is no more

Sorrow is my companion

Fear my tormentor

Then comes loneliness

Like a great wave crashing

Flowing in my veins

My heart swells

The tears fill my eyes

Wanting and belonging lost

Then I realize

I am truly all alone


Chublanc 3-20-2006

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Well Done
By Keith aka nounofme

I march across life
hewn of prophets
truth for my pride to stride
To meet my King at battles end
Victorious, my blood in tact
My sword stained by devils hearts
heavy, hard beside my side
As I kneel to my King
words I have long yearned to here
Well Done!
My good and faithful servant

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Amazing Talents
By Francis Morilao


each one of us has a gift
a tiny spark that lies beneath
an amazing talent don't dare to keep
it will haunt you during your sleep

once there was a man
who gave talents to three servants
an amount to each and everyone
still remember what they've done?

when you are alone at night
got to the kitchen and grab a knife
search for that sparkling light
enhance it, nurture the glow and bright

still looking for your own talent?
for quite so long you've been searching
music is the key you were asking
Worship God and start singing

be worthy of fear you are referring
it produces wisdom and understanding
it is normal in the beginning
spontaneous thoughts is overwhelming

if your talent is drawing
exhibit the colors of your painting
be proud of those high buildings
a workmanship of engineering

just like me and R. S. Mallari
poetry is our specialty
imagination is beyond eternity
an honor to be part of Worlds literary


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What Matters Most
By Minorie Lanag

to love you from afar,
bitter sweet what can i say
love can be like a tar,
what love gives, it would suffice.

i love you from a distance,
wish i could touch when i reach
have to make my stance,
to love, or leave and love.

cruel as love may be,
butterflies abound in the air
and tears may sure fall,
but love in the end is LOVE.

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The Dead bodies did it all
By Manpreet Singh


Saw a picture of few soldiers dead in war,
their dead bodies talking with each other,
smiling, cracking jokes over a cup of coffee,
same colour of soul but different colours of uniforms.


Asking each other about the countries they fought for;
sharing smiles, griefs, people problems and childhood stories
and lullabies, famliy photos, mum dad children, loved ones;
all were same both the side.


Humanity made me them fly with their loved dreams,
saw a new and bright morning rising around the cliffs,
Humanity made them swim across the God's sea of wonders;
suddenly smell of gunpowder, sounds of bullets grounded
them to the reality.


Enemity made them dead, and the death make them realize oneness
the things they couldn't do while alive,
the dead bodies did it all.

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Written in Moon Dust

by Leslie Moon

As I shake last night from my head
Remembering the depth of the moon light
Her glowing tendrils of hair reflect gold
lips speak – a whisper in my ear
my heart with her is never cold
she leaves an aura behind
feeling she will be back
to hold me in her arms
beam love into my hands
I think about her beauty
from the inside out
her words are dear
she leaves me a note
“I love you”

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The Fire Fairy
    by Jeanne Ames

Little fire fairy trapped inside glass
The old man captured the poor lass
As in the dark of night she roamed
Far away from hearth and home

Pretty little flame now lighting his way
Beyond her glow, night’s shadows play
A living flame, to warm his soul once more
Guiding his steps toward his cottage door

Yes, he had imprisoned the little lady light,
But, she had captured his heart that night.
Entering, he sets the magical lantern down
Lady fair with golden hair and flame red gown

He looks uncertainly at the fairy lady bright
Old hands shake and heart break at the site
Steaming tears fall from her fiery blue eyes
Glowing white wings fade as the lady cries

Sadly, he thinks, “what now have I done?
To capture and imprison this little one?”
Fairy fire must always be free and bright
To light the way of lost travelers at night

To melt the icy snow and dance in spring,
With other fire fairies in a mushroom ring.
To cheer the hearts of the young and old,
Bringing warmth to chase winter’s cold.

Trembling hands touch the warm glass,
And he opens the door to winter’s blast.
But his heart warms again at the site
Of the lady now free and shining bright

Do not limit someone’s life fire for your own,
If you care, set them free or leave them alone,
Then they will always be there, shining for you.
Because you care, they are free and happy too.


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A Night to Remember
by Minorie Lanag

T'was a warm, damp night
We began with smiles so bright
Laughter shrills took away the fright
Parted ways with our hearts so light.

Sang our hearts out to happy tunes
The air blew in the sandy dunes
As we celebrate another plume
And as friends, each one assumes.

The spirit took its place
Opened up and marked his space
Tongues and talks all in a maze
Everyone left with a daze.

The pasta with the Sosi’s sauce
Earned a bit o’ warm applause
Albeit, I for one took a pause
In delight, I uttered a clause!

Shedding off our dreadful tears
All shared the night without fears
of happiness flew big hugs for bears
Friendship settled in, shooing away wears

Everything ceased when we made that pose
Big smiles touch the lips so rose
Those pictures, expressed not in verbose
Tho it rhymes, this is still my prose.