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  • Popeye The Sailor (6/13/2013 10:04:00 AM) Post reply


    The only thing that rules is money.
    For all the sour things, it’s honey.
    It’s the best thing to have and live with
    And things are away without this penny…..

    Today it dominates each and every thing.
    From childhood toys to a wedding ring.
    It’s true, it always runs away from the needy
    And sizzles with those have plenty to swing….

    Earlier it was an illusion now reality.
    Just own it and you have a variety.
    Show it and you can play any game
    And convert any fake thing to originality..

    No doubt, it’s the power and everything void.
    Use it anyway for any damn thing to avoid.
    Yet, it’s wish has ill-effects too
    And can send you from tranquility to paranoid……

    It makes new relations every time.
    On the surge of forgetting an olden time.
    It doesn’t bring all the happiness indeed
    And still we consider it the sweetest wine……

    So dude and dudette take this advice.
    Never go mad running behind this wine.
    Though, it tastes sweet but effects are sour
    And it’s a silent killer, will kill you anytime…….

  • Pamela Deloach Darby (6/10/2013 12:40:00 PM) Post reply

    How about a walk in the park
    How about a walk in the rain
    How about a piece of my heart
    How about me being vain

    Come stay with me
    Come be my love
    Come walk with me
    Come to me my love

    Test the water with me
    Test to seek my love
    Test the hands of time
    Test the stars above

    Long to be with me
    Long the hours of day
    Long to be my partner
    Long in every way

    Cast down the thoughts of high
    Cast down the thoughts of loss
    Cast down the worst of it
    Cast down the weary thoughts

    Lost is not an option
    Lost is to be found
    Lost is where we were
    Lost is behind us now.

    By Pam DeLoach Darby 6/11/13

  • Mona Goldword (6/9/2013 4:23:00 PM) Post reply

    A Poet's Mind

    But ready to be professional at the same time
    I can play by words
    And I can make the rhyme
    Too close to fiction but closer to fact
    Can draw the attraction
    And minds with my poems react...

    Stammer before the crowd
    Don't have the talent to declaim my words
    But on sheets
    My pens are like swords

    You consider my words are curbed,
    And my ink is not enough to create an eternal poem,
    And that my mind would get disturbed,
    When I see someone else's rhyme..

    But actually,
    And clearly
    My motive is my heart
    It's not me who moves my pen
    But its beats which also made me write from the start

    And I believe
    With all the one behind my ribs..
    And with the words between my lips
    That poetry is a message
    Not just a kind of art
    Not just a drop of ink on paper to brag therewith
    Nor for fame or money
    It is priceless

    By: MMA

  • Vineet Chhikara (6/8/2013 2:06:00 AM) Post reply

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  • Piscet Poet (6/3/2013 10:45:00 AM) Post reply

    Skin Deep

    How can it be that a soul so pure
    Be over looked and disregarded
    I am human aren’t I?

    Or are my imperfections
    Your views of my internal reflection
    Beauty is skin deep, isn’t it?

    Or am I not worthy of penetrating
    Is my exterior made of a hard membrane?
    Who knows maybe you lack the effort?

    Just give me a chance you’ll see
    You’ll see that from the impermeable cocoon

    Lies inside beauty similar to
    A butterfly
    Let me fly and be free

    And soon you’ll see
    That inside of you
    Lies A little bit of me

  • Adam M. Snow (6/2/2013 5:24:00 PM) Post reply

    Trapped within the Minds of Poe
    By: Adam M. Snow

    Once upon a nightful somber,
    entranced within a loreful slumber;
    a murky pass it feels to be:
    this dream, this world it calls me.

    Dragging, falling deeper within a void,
    my mistress Fear and I devoid.
    Clinching my chest, my racing heart pounds,
    alone in darkness with many sounds;
    one in particular from a raven afar,
    'Nevermore.' said he with my ears ajar.

    Intrigued was I by an outspoken raven
    perched upon a branch, in a realm of non-haven.
    'Nevermore.' said he, spreading wings to flutter,
    " Where am I?” I whispered in terror, utter."
    " All that I see or seem
    is it but a dream within a dream?"
    but the raven he quoth again, 'Nevermore.'
    lost I feel, lost evermore.

    The raven vanishes, taking me back to slumber;
    waking again with my eyes a somber.
    Finding my hands and feet a bound,
    above a pit with a pendulum confound.
    Approached by a man thought to be dead,
    Poe he spoke with so much dread.
    'We loved with a love that was more than love.'
    spoke he, as I lay watching the pendulum above.

    It swings with a flutter as it slowly drops to me,
    my voice is muted; I am force to see
    as the pendulum drops, my flesh gets torn.
    My eyes again fell somber as I forlorn.
    I close my eyes welcoming death,
    getting ready to take my last breath.

    I feel it wash over me, it is just that;
    my memories flashing like tat.
    This nightmarish of a dream, I feel forsaken;
    my sorrow; I could not awaken.

  • Lovi Lim (6/2/2013 2:55:00 PM) Post reply

    Stormy road
    In the dark stormy night wind blows with anger, a thunder growl with desperation, a lightning sparks with electricity for humility and fear to feeds its fantasy of superiority, a power and brevity of an illusion.
    I stood still my heart pumping with shame, body shivering to dispute, to despise so deep is unspeakable beyond fear, Weatherly storm well come and go, unpredictable dark suffering cloudy head well continue to float and fly.
    In the narrow grassy road I close my eyes stumbled and failed, trusted too much, weak and challenge an eternal torment of distress. I am human I made mistakes to embrace the challenges of life. Gain knowledge under the shallow deep sky, sharing pieces of me I became vulnerable, open to the cruelty of the storm. I am not a saint neither a holy immortal, I’m just me fighting for my dreams and my beliefs.
    As I open my eyes it’s so quiet, the moon shine so bright, the stars twinkle so radiant, the birds is singing through my ears, whispering comforting, empathetic, compassionate words made me stronger, tears slip my eyes, As i ask God for the obvious he gave me wisdom, true friends who stood and comprehend me. I can’t thank them enough for the support during my fall. I can only give my simple word THANK YOU.
    And suddenly it’s already dawn, a solemnly beautiful dawn, bright colors from the horizons beginning to show and I promise tomorrow well be different as the sunrise arrived.

  • Mona Goldword (5/31/2013 3:00:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Luminous:

    Behold him in the sky
    Among the stars
    Out of reach
    So high
    Shines like a pearl in an ocean of stars
    Lights up the darkness
    And fills the emptiness

    Eclipses once
    And mostly shines
    Ah! his light
    It clears the horizons
    It calms the fires
    It reaches the hearts
    Satisfies the lovers.

    He has the narratives of all the amorouses
    But none of them know his own.

    He's the friend in the loneliness
    The soul of the poets
    The quieting in the fear
    The passion of the hearts

    Behold him in the sky
    As a king among his allies
    He's beautiful, he's glamorous
    It's the moon,
    The luminous.

    By: Mona Ali (MMA)

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  • Garett Polanco (5/31/2013 2:33:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Fake Escape?
    I've picked up a pen again
    writing makes me feel so free
    even when my heart is forever lonely
    my love is sucked up and my mind is barred
    but when the pen touches the pad everything goes away and for thet moment I feel okay
    I need a new escape
    one the drugs don’t fake
    one my dreams wont take
    something to make me free and feel a little less lonely
    I keep sitting here waiting for you to come home with a fake smile on my face
    scared you’ve already forgot about me
    then ill pick up my pen and begin
    unfortunately everything I write seems to be about you
    so does that make my writing fake too?

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  • Garett Polanco (5/31/2013 2:33:00 PM) Post reply

    Time Released,
    Time Rewound,
    A kid I was, Dancing in the background.
    You were a girl, looking for the world.

    Since we met time wouldn’t stop
    But only for you will I ever drop
    Drop down on one knee and ask for your love

    The love you gave, was oh so true
    But a boy I was, if you’d only knew
    The love you gave not tattered nor torn.
    A love so pure and oh so warm,

    I was a boy to stupid to see,
    the love that you wanted to give to me.
    You tried so hard.
    Yet I let the flame die
    I was made to love you, now I know why.
    Cause your my angel, my butterfly
    Your love was gone, then mine took place.
    It was so sudden- I could no longer live without your face.
    The light you shine in everyday,
    and moments with you would take my breath away.

    Then I lost touch... I let your light go
    What the fuck did I do????Ill never know.
    But now, the time isn’t right.
    So I'll sit back and watch you take flight
    cause you're my angel, my butterfly at night.

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