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Nessachick Aug 14, 2007

Blue Heart

Family hearts glued to one
but one ripped apart
is no family at all
one that may never comeback
one the children
may never kiss again

-the one who’s busy risking life
the one America is proud of
one whose heart thumps louder
whenever looking at the impecable night sky
whose eyes fill up with tears of agony
whenever the childrens’laughter echoes in mind

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ladywriter Aug 13, 2007

~~ Bitter Cold / Bitter Streets ~~

 

She had been a whore,

but not by choice.

The years of crying,

remembering all the him’s;

no one heard her voice

 

Bitter cold days and

bitter cold nights,

darkened alleys

junkies without sight

on another flight,

but just as bad as hers

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ladywriter Aug 13, 2007

~ I Am All Seasons ~

 

I float high above the earth,

I travel the universe,

overlooking the ocean

and the sea

 

Parts of me has landed

on the open highway,

or an open field full of grass

you feel me; and you see me

 

When I become tired

of wandering, from afar,

I would land on your earth

just inches from where you are

 

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barbsdad2003 Aug 13, 2007

to mock great flocks

dark shapes rise up

in falling night

 

and that to mock great

flocks of resting birds,

 

thus causing them

to lose some sleep …

 

and then at morn to join

in groggy flight.

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barbsdad2003 Aug 13, 2007

A Father's Dilemma

My son has cystic fibrosis.

He is going to die.

 

If I let him closer,

It will hurt more.

 

If I hold him at a distance,

It will hurt less …

 

And I lose him sooner.

 

(Author’s note: Brian died

about ten years after I penned

this piece. I had lost it since.

Last night my memory

brought it back to me.)

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barbsdad2003 Aug 13, 2007

for shame!

how conspicuous a deity

am I!

 

that I push past paper

poet’s pen with scopious eye!

 

too much said, let it be,

that I own small humility.

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RandomThoughts Aug 13, 2007

Mr. Write

Been gone too long.
Forgot about you.
Consumed by work.
Trapped by the ticking clock.
Tormented by my uniform.
Killing my dissimilarity.
Back on the production line of life.
Working to survive another night.
Working to save a life.
Left you behind.
Found a new love.
Never meant for this to happen.
We broke apart.
I will piece us back together.
We will be whole again.
We will dance on the vacant page.
Here I am.
Take me away to your world.
Let’s show them what we can do.

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RandomThoughts Aug 13, 2007

Upsurge

Pulling stitches from your mouth. Peeling your eyes open. Turning your voice up. Provoking the wrath in you. Understanding the power you have. Use it now and forever. Knock down the comparable with your words. Break away from the production of the facsimile. Slip out of line. Scream loud for what you believe. Shout for those who can’t find their voice. See for those who are blinded. Rise up against all that hold you down. Let that voice inside guide you. Step out from the shadows you hide in. Mount. Increase. Ascend.
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SAKTHEEE2007 Aug 13, 2007

Will The God Answer to Me


God plays only with man
to show his power on our weaker souls
His plays are unlimited in this earth
cause many innocent souls believe him as a rescuer
May a human soul tries to be good in it’s span
In the name of tests
He will squeeze the souls to come out from it’s way
Though a man lives in a restricted circle
H e will tease in all aspects as his play
There are many supporting explanations to His acts
But none for us to save from evils and pains
Good souls never get peace in their span