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She Was More Cranky Than Usual
She was more cranky than usual, As she rummaged through the dumpster. “Damn people, don’t throw out nuthin’ good no more!” But still she rummaged… And there, in the dumpster, In some old and once ritzy, uptown, and now defunct, store’s sack, Was an old doll, the type girls played with in the late 50’s… And suddenly she smiled.Read more…God's Speed!
I sit in my car in the morning, In front of my house, coffee cup in hand, I sit in silence, looking straight ahead… At the end of my street, Where, there is a freeway overpass. I cannot hear the traffic, here in my car. But I can watch the cars pulsing, Back and forth the images race.Read more…Who Do You Thank?
Your alarm clock went off - Like any other work day. And you rose to meet the challenges In your own way. The minutes started ticking, And your schedule was clicking… You can get through any workday morning- With your simple routine you know by rote- Except for today, When the whole morning choked.Read more…My Worst Enemy
I come out after dark to get into my car. I had to park further away this time. The moon is new, and the night is very dark.Read more…Could You
I come out after dark to get into my car. I had to park further away this time. The moon is new, and the night is very dark.Read more…Neon Blue's Unspoken Tales Of Buried Roses and Feathers Carved In Stone
18 May 2006"Buried Roses"if i had roses to give youi would have buried themmuted their breathmeasured their penitencestopped the flood of overflowing criticismthe rain continuesI thought it's shoulders were undauntedhorizontal landscapes catch the rhythmhold giftsgood and badnone the less given with due remarks of wanting shelterin the presence of unadorned queenswas it you who never stopped noting thornsof now quieted roses?or me who allowed their travel?-----------------------------------------19 May 2006"Defined By So Few Words"neon blue continues oni am neither sad nor happyi guess i find myself relievedwaiting for tears if i need themi never realized her poems to be so shortso inconclusiveso undefinedshe always seemed so magnificently tormentedahhh zeldawhere are you when i need you?Read more…Uplifting Tantras for Success
By definition, a tantra is a short poem that illuminates a thought or concept. I have become fascinated with the form of the tantra, and would like to employ it’s structure to an entirely different genre.I have found it to be a challenging exercise to write a complete thought or concept on the subject of “success” using the structure of the tantra.Read more…When You Think of Liberty Think of Me
When you honor the red, white, and blue When you celebrate our nation's liberty Think of the one who's been beside you in spirit, in heart, in body... No being could be as loyal as me, for I am your best friend, your partner... your family When our nation was young I was the runner, carrying messages in a war that would leave us undone where brother fought beside brother.Read more…Walk Slower Through The Grass
Summer morning, sun on my face. The freedom was in the air. Tall grass, acres to play.Read more…Three Summer Poems
1) Summer’s SongEnter July, happily, Summers here, and fair Fancy-free, and young heats beat With lovers everywhere!Bright and dark eyes, smiles sweet, Some tears along the way, But ‘Winter’s gone,’ and Summer’s here, Laugh your troubles away.#1392 7/17/062) Summer’s EdgeWith you, my thoughts are sweet and dear And my heart is trouble free, but I sit and let the seasons by Looking out my window frame—, And wonder with my heart stretched thin: “Is he in Paris again?Read more…The Artur Brothers Circus
Synopsis After the KTN-Standard Raid in March, Artur Margaryan and Artur Sargasyan came into the limelight. Langata MP Raila Odinga had claimed that they were Russian mercenaries hired by the government to carry out that raid.Artur Margaryan and Artur Sargasyan Russian, Armenian?Read more…Two Poems: Overbearing and A Few Hours More
Dec. 12, 2004Overbearing [Dedicated to Islam] Many come by me walking I shan’t remember but a few, For those who came overbearingly I have forgotten you… … …It is like the bobbing of a tree Bowing in a storm I remember not the wind at all Once the storm has gone. #407 [12/10/04]A Few Hours More [Dedicated to the Chinese Poets] New eyes An old man Cow bells ringing on cows in Garmisch The Valley of the Mesa Verde The fish-fry in Beijing On my plate of life Appear many things… A war that never goes away Music and poetry that helps me Live each day… My bookcase is filled My lamp is warm I see night approaching As I read on… The birds are now gone; So much I notice now— Things, things I never did before.Read more…Musings of A Lover
I am the sadness in the joy ...I am the stranger's lonely glance ...I am the undiscovered land ...Read more…Wedding Poem
When that which is perfect is come Then that which is in part Shall be done away with The fullness of love Once it is found Overwhelms and increasingly abounds Bringing indescribable joy Pleasures full of glory As God above Rewrites your love story Filled to overflowing With innumerable blessings Immeasurable expressions A love that cannot be contained Certainly such a feeling None can adequately explain Neither can intellects disdain. Such a love Which surpasses knowledge Is full of surprises With the power of the resurrection It continually and mightily arises Such a feeling is present Karla When I’m with you I need not to think I know what to doHappily ready To get rid of the old And make room for the new For heaven above Has shined brightly upon you! To me none can compare With the glory I see in you For this reason I declare My heart is for you Though trials may come And tribulations arise All will be well When I look into your eyes.Read more…"Old North State," "Bob Said GoodBye," and "One Day"
When that which is perfect is come Then that which is in part Shall be done away with The fullness of love Once it is found Overwhelms and increasingly abounds Bringing indescribable joy Pleasures full of glory As God above Rewrites your love story Filled to overflowing With innumerable blessings Immeasurable expressions A love that cannot be contained Certainly such a feeling None can adequately explain Neither can intellects disdain. Such a love Which surpasses knowledge Is full of surprises With the power of the resurrection It continually and mightily arises Such a feeling is present Karla When I’m with you I need not to think I know what to doHappily ready To get rid of the old And make room for the new For heaven above Has shined brightly upon you! To me none can compare With the glory I see in you For this reason I declare My heart is for you Though trials may come And tribulations arise All will be well When I look into your eyes.Read more…"Who" [Dennis Siluk's First Poem]
Who made the earth: who made the sky, who made the clouds, burst inside—?Who made the moon and stars that glow —He’s my Lord my love, in my soul.He gave man light to live and see; He gave man dark for a silent sleep.Read more…Life's Demons
It was so long ago, I can feel the slight remains… Of what it was like to live in peace, so beautiful, no pain Then came all the years and so many many tears As if an army ran me down, those years buried me into the ground I fought for quite a while, as I kept getting hit and God, it hurt I’d stumble, fall to my knees, my face pushed into the dirt Then the war seemed over, the warriors from Hell… They beat me up and seemed happy that I fell I got used to the dark, I got used to the cold I thought I would forever be freezing and alone And then YOU came, I do not know from where.. But you found me..you had found me hidden here And for a brief moment of precious time…you did it!Read more…Lord Canary: (Writtten while in Social Studies Class, Como Park, Jr.HS, 1962)
Lord Canary— (Not sure why we call him that) A teacher at Como Jr. High, Teaches us students about mirrors, Mirrors, mirrors, everyday, Simply yelping on and on…!Common sense is never given In this class of Social Studies [Not in the least]; All us students would like to tell him: “He’s Crazy!Read more…Red Dawn
Laced with death upon the brim of demons wings,heart a warrior sky ward to the angels clouds. She is not a "superhero" nor your freedom to the world of helpful liveing unworldy beings. Branded with the cross of Assassion upon her bare back.Read more…An Ancient Tale of Separation, Longing and Loss: "Changgan Memories" Revisited
In an epic poem that marks the passage of time with the changing of the seasons, Li Bai, the celebrated Chinese poet, describes the union of a young teenage couple amidst the great bucolic splendor of historic Changgan county.In this vintage poem, "Changgan Memories", Li Bai speaks through the voice of a beautiful young woman, yearning for her distant lover. In a brilliant description of heart wrenching adolescent emotion, he writes,When my first hair began to cover my head, I picked and played with flowers at the gate.Read more…
Most Recent Articles in Poetry category
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Investigating the impact of the French and Indian War on US History. - Treasures of the Heart - By: Clement Sadjere
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One of the most important poets of the post-war period, Edward James Hughes (1930-1998), was drawn towards the primitive. He was enchanted by the beauty of the natural world, frequently portraying its cruel and savage temperament in his work as a reflection of his own personal suffering and mystical beliefs - convinced that modern man had lost touch with the primordial side of his nature. - Getting Your Words Out: Winning Free Poetry Contests - By: Bob Burnham
There are two types of poets in the world. The first are those that will take the time to develop their poems, submit them to different areas, and work on every word. Then, there are poets who will write a poem, stick it in their dresser, only to find it five years later and reminisce about the reasoning behind writing the poem. - Poet Laureates of Poker - By: Murphy James
"Poker may be only a game, but it is not a matter of life and death. It's a lot more serious than that." Anthony Holden in "Big Deal. - Facing my Wine, Falling Blossoms have Filled the Folds of my Clothes - By: Gerald Marchewka
Imagine a ragged drunk who smiles as he sees a gleaming moon float gently across a soft gilded stream.In "Amusing Myself", another famous poem, an inebriated glassy eyed Li Bai writes,Facing my wine, I did not see the dusk,But falling blossoms have filled the folds of my clothes,Drunk I rise, and approach the moon in a river,But birds are far away ... and people are few. - Senryu and Haiku - What's the Difference? - By: Edward A. Weiss
Many people who write haiku think they are creating haiku when in fact, they are making senryu. What's senryu you ask? It's exactly like haiku except its subject matter has to do with anything besides nature. - Poetry vs The Internet - By: Chris Campbell
Poetry is the mastery of words in all their variations and subtleies to express in an eloquent manner that which cannot be expressed in silence. Emotions of the heart, a looking glass into the soul, a way to make amends, and a way to build vistas exploring humanity and all it's relationships. Poetry is all this an much more.