(12/13/2013 1:27:00 PM)
Poemhunter.com..I have a problem I am davidjbarnett not davidbarnett who is an establised poet..Thank you davidjbarnett..
(12/12/2013 5:23:00 PM)
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" Say It Isn't So"
Skies are dark it's time
Final call you board the
Heading for tomorrow
I wave goodbye to
Wipe the tears you hide
Blinded by the sorrow
How can I be smiling like
When baby, you don't
love me anymore
Say it isn't so
Tell me you're not
Say you changed your
That I am only
That this is not
This is starting over
If you wanna know
I don't wanna let go
So say it isn't so
(12/9/2013 6:37:00 PM)
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(12/9/2013 6:32:00 PM)
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My season of Silence
Just like an eagle have I soar
above the cloud
My heart has He taught to lunch deep at this season
The season of silence
In silence have i gain sense
Not that of mediocracy
but that of meditation
In my season of silence have I gain wisdom
not bothering about problems
I have learn to close my mouth
not to talk with my mouth
but to think with my brain in silence
" even fools becomes wise at this season"
In my season of silence have I gain maturity
" if only there could be a substitute for brain,
then it has to be silence"
In my silence have become a master of wisdom
In my nights of silence
I know beyond my others
Silence is the daily meal of the wise
but fools loves talking
Sounding like empty drums
Not that parrots and ducks can't soar,
but they likes talking and quaking
Talk less and think more in silence
For this a key to greatness.
(12/4/2013 3:44:00 PM)
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The Nation's Ink
I remember in the church preachers was teaching about the truth
I remember when people praised God and they meant it.
I remember when we sang helms we felt the melody.
Some preachers are quick to sell a fantasy but not reality.
Some preachers are quick to get a buck than desire to serve.
People are closing their ears and screaming.
Hearts stop beating because we stop believing.
I remember when fathers treat responsibility to his family like a Grammy.
I remember fathers leadership gave his family hope through tragedies.
I remember fathers were the rock and God was always the center piece.
Women are both parenting positions.
Some young men don't have male role models.
Thugs are being the vision.
Policies are being the teachers;
While jails are being the education.
I remember women treat their bodies like a temple.
I remember women clothes had respect.
I remember women carried theirselves as a queen.
I remember women love was a treasure.
I remember women beauty had purpose.
Short skits are being the symbols.
Being independent is the new motto.
Focusing on outer beauty than inner beauty is the reason Because emptiness is in this season.
I remember the elderly spoke wisdom and told story's to the kids.
After kids heard them change start to begin.
I remember the community was united.
I remember when situations happen we fought for our rights.
We are selfish.
We are slaves to the green.
Some people are quick to give their souls for a little fame.
We wonder why the youth is not tame.
I remember Hip Hop had meaning.
I remember after the beat people desire to engage the nation.
Hip Hop have no light.
Now It's only bass and The four amigos: money, cars, clothes and sex.
I remember America was base on life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
The nation is blind and trying to see the future.
I remember Dr. King wrote these lyrics and called it a dream.
The generation is in a nightmare and we call it peace.
I remember when we was so filled with hope.
We are filled with unknown destinations.
I remember when love was the nation's ink.
I remember " In God we trust " was the nation's heartbeat.
I remember a dream was the nation's vision.
Stereotyping is the bullet that kills the youth identity.
Money is the new Bill of Rights.
While the Pursuit of Happiness has relinquish the equality to the Nation's conscience. By: Milton Styner Jr.
(12/4/2013 4:33:00 AM)
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Is the Poetry contest over?Have I missed it?How do I join one in Poem Hunter?
(12/3/2013 3:36:00 PM)
What is a trick?
Is it an activity?,
Or is an imaginable machine,
Suppose we draw a line or circle,
What it is a trick?
Searching pocket is a trick,
Telling joke is a trick,
Writing poem is a trick,
Or observing candle is a trick
So what is a trick?
I find most of the trick in mathematics,
What if an apple would not be fallen?
Ask from Newton,
Was that a trick?
Or I was a trick,
1+1 equals eleven is also a trick or two is also a trick,
So I fallen in the world of trick,
I find zero.
Here is zero gravity,
Was it a trick?
Jennifer Colyne Hall
(12/3/2013 9:49:00 AM)
Can anyone tell me please, when is the next poetry contest?and of what matter shall I submit?Thank You, Jennifer Hall
(11/30/2013 7:25:00 PM)
When is the next poetry contest?
(11/30/2013 7:24:00 PM)
When is the next poetry conteat?