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  • Richard Beevor (7/15/2014 3:55:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Cry Within The Soul

    Torment cries,
    hearts despair,
    alone to stand
    on the silent street.
    Willow tears,
    cried within,
    people talk aloud
    for a lonely day to die.

    Come another wasteful year,
    see another falling tear,
    seldom are we joined as one,
    people hard and cold,
    shun man and child alike,
    dead to all,
    remember that once
    you had the chance to love,
    to talk, to laugh,
    a friendship lost
    in a moment of silence,
    broken romance
    in heated rage,
    so life is hard
    what of personal folly,
    forgive those who hurt you,
    go into the street,
    stand and stare at buildings
    to the sky,
    roam away from city sights,
    find the country lane,
    on gentle hills
    to ponder life's treasures
    the fruitful land,
    lea or meadow,
    mountain or dale,
    call it what you will,
    the home for animals grazing.

    A land to enjoy,
    the freedom of walking,
    you are part of it,
    it needs your love,
    do not neglect your heart
    in summers harvest,
    to reap joy
    just by loving earth
    in happiness found,
    you're free
    a part of the whole
    a part of nature.

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  • Marilyn Hayne (7/13/2014 4:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Cacaphony between the inside and outside
    Mad hurricane, dizzying tornado
    Comparing, contrasting, is this normal?
    My audience is the mirror to this statement.
    Too late?up to date.
    Show and tell
    every sight taste smell
    Informed, deformed,
    recurring haze
    Concrete gaze,
    I walk with my head low
    so
    that
    they won't know
    as much
    about how fucked up I feel
    all the time

    Take a bow,
    i'm doiing this for the free gift card
    I am not a poet,
    nor a prose writer
    I am a snippet stomper
    I made quips so sharp
    theyll whip ur shit.
    Cut me slack, it's 4 AM

    This confetti of thought, exploded on you.
    take it home with you.

    And forget about it.

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  • Terrance Tracy (7/4/2014 8:22:00 AM) Post reply

    Terrance Tracy (7/4/2014 2: 43: 00 AM) Post reply | Delete this message
    Foolish Journey
    O the anguish that hurts the soul are words spoken when one’s emotions are high, vicious accusations relentlessly expressed gave birth to a foolish journey to find some rest.

    The seasonal high humidity and heat accompany the disabled voyager on a foolish journey to what end he did not know nor care.

    With each step pain is felt in his temporal body and eternal soul, health or peril he did not care on this foolish journey to nowhere.

    One more step and then another, one more step and then another the voyager rehearsed in his mind giving no thought as to what he left behind.

    Traveling on a busy highway struggling with each step the voyager stumbled by a familiar church perhaps he should stop here, but his soul was wounded and he would not abide in there.

    One quarter of a mile up the highway he spied a bridge with grave needs for a voyager to rest, there he will sit and pray to his God to ask for forgiveness for undertaking such a foolish journey.

    Reaching the bridge he accepts the invitation of the rail and begins to contemplate the fruition of his fate, dear Lord what have I done I left behind the love of my life in this test of strife.

    The traffic was heavy and so was his soul, as the voyager sat on the bridge rail several cars stopped and offered help but all the voyager could muster was to say that he was homeless and nowhere to go; for he wanted to be alone with his Lord and ask for his sins to be atoned; he just wanted people to leave him alone.

    Hampered with physical limitations he could not take a step forward or back so he just sat there and began praying and hearing his Lord speaking to his heart that which you have done was not very smart.

    I do not condemn you so look for no stones for your sins have been atoned return to your love, the wife of your youth, for I will give you strength to endure the hardships and defeat the roaring lion that roars your ears and has caused you to be covered in tears.
    Terrance Tracy

  • Mandolyn ... (7/1/2014 8:49:00 PM) Post reply

    freeform?you asked for it...

    -get me started on a pastel purple butterfly-

    to ear plugs i say, " well done, good and faithful servant"
    the birds have been faced today.
    if we knew exactly what they spoke of, we might listen.
    if they knew how much we loved sleep,
    they might zip their wee beaks and learn to sign.

    *
    ^ that means what is coming up next has nothing to do with birds,
    but we can still sleep walk in the middle of the day
    sneaking into areas of other peoples lives and
    leave notes
    either 'oh' or 'meh'
    or 'you look healthy,
    just kidding, get me a diet coke?'

    metabolism slows down after age 36. it's a factoid.
    whatever that means- i like it.
    i don't like the first part though.

    the killers are killing me- the music they knead into my brain.
    it's like i'm on my roller blades again, crashing into poles
    because i'm worried someone is reading my diary at home.

    shades of purple impress me, but not pastel.
    pastel is like tupperware
    and those parties should never be thrown or attended.

    helicopters are like giant butterflies without feelings.
    do butterflies have feelings?
    i bet they feel like messing stuff up, due to the cocoon phase.
    we shouldn't allow them to land on our shoulders
    without being jarred and questioned.

    i've never trusted a butterfly out of nowhere.

    this poem went off its meds.
    my dialect has diabetes.
    a verbal
    fungus formulates
    in format;

    this biz needs a nap.

  • Jefferson Carter (5/14/2014 12:41:00 PM) Post reply

    If any PHer is interested in hearing me read a few poems and chatting about poetry, there's a video of an interview with me on youtube.

    Google youtube, then search Jefferson Carter poet. I look a little nuts and a lot older than I feel, but the conversation is pretty cool. Let me know what you think

  • Unknown But Will Be (5/12/2014 3:06:00 PM) Post reply

    Once in while
    we all fear to smile
    just put all the emotions in a file

    but it is contained
    hidden from shame
    it all is just what we make of the game
    -lnm (me)
    its short but not bad??

  • Derek Sturman (4/26/2014 4:11:00 PM) Post reply

    The Warriors Prayer (We heart of a hero)

    Give me a goal just barely in sight.
    Something to strive for with all of my might.

    Give me a hero to teach me what's right.
    Someone to light my way in the night.

    Give me a rifle
    Give me a fight.
    A trifle of Evil to rightfully smite.
    A life full of people, for whom I can fight.
    A wife who is faithful, to whom I can write.

    And when I come home
    From off that swift flight.
    I won't be alone.
    She'll Smile so bright.
    I am carried by brothers, to my left and my right.
    Who unite with their mothers, and calm their deep fright.

    And in that sweet hour, filled with such power.
    I hope she won't cry,
    but try to delight
    that I'd die in the fight
    that the dangers of the world, might be saved from great height.

    -derek sturman.

  • Derek Sturman (4/26/2014 4:05:00 PM) Post reply

    By the river I sit
    alone, caught in my thought.
    an emotional fit.
    My heart is the pit,
    so here I will sit.
    and twords the water I tip

    from reality I slowly slip
    and begin to loose my grip,
    My mind now absent
    on a trip.
    away from the pain,
    and endless shame from which I hang.
    for the cost of what I've lost I am to blame.
    And though I fought it was in vain,
    The love I sought was that of Naught
    So now in pain I wait in thought
    for something swift to end my fate.

    I shift. On her I contemplate.
    A heavy hate I cannot lift.
    My heart was her gift, and here I wait..
    but it's to late, I've lost my mate.
    around my heart a prison gate.

    So now I think what we could be
    but now I see
    I was not me but she, that wanted to be free.
    with easy glee she abandoned me.
    with one decree my heart left empty
    now here I plee in agony
    Please...
    hold me.

    falls to the ground a burning tear
    always urning your voice to hear
    turning to you my dear
    to calm my fear
    but your not here.

    worth all the emptiness and strife
    The most important person in my life
    who's name I've put in my skin with a kitchen knife
    the one I longed to call my wife.

    While now in agony I quiver
    and hopelessness I shiver
    I see my body, drowned in the river

    Though quite ubserd a sudden urge my body to submerge
    Now quite inviting the stream does seem
    so why try fighting, into the stream my face I lean

    My body glide my sole now fly
    no more to hide now when I cry
    but in the tide now I must die
    because i've lied, and why now try


    the one true love that I Have found
    to her my heart is bound and
    for her will pound,
    until I end the sound
    while slowly, now I drown

  • Herbert Guitang (4/26/2014 4:40:00 AM) Post reply

    Just A Friend

    Someone you can talk to
    A person you can share with
    The one who can care with you
    Somebody who will be concern with you

    Someone who can understand you
    A person that gives you attention
    The one who can share your affection
    Somebody who can accompany you
    in the storm and in the heaven of your life

    Someone who can make a distance and give you space
    A person with no creepiness and cleverness
    The one with no strings of attachment
    Somebody who is not special, but a simple
    and ordinary “angel” of your life

    Not a best friend
    Not a girlfriend
    Not a boyfriend
    Not a mutual friend

    Only Just a Friend
    herbert guitang

  • Herbert Guitang (4/22/2014 4:20:00 AM) Post reply

    Kindly check my poems if freeform in my poet page. Thank you very much

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