Satish Verma, 24 february 2013
fingers printed on face
they offered apologies for the mudslide
after the typhoon
standing on the mound
of twisted bones;
the state had the right
to trample and extinguish
a bright flame,
a meteor, streak of dissent
only the sect, the clan
will surround the holy tree
to save the doomed species in the jungle
of laughing hyenas
i see my limbs separated
a piano remains untuned
Satish Verma
Karen Degnan Foiles, 23 february 2013
I remember I woke to the sound of chaos
First I thought it was another bombing inIraq
Turned off the radio and turned on the news flash
I couldn’t believe this was an attack
All those people caught in panic and terror
When the first tower fell, I thought was an error
Then the second deflated like a bag of air
But with the utmost despair
All those people running for their lives
I couldn’t believe it to see such demise
Fear and disbelief running ram pet
An un-waking hideous nightmare of time
The news cut in and said, the pentagon was hit
Oh my gosh I thought, could this be it
I look up to the skies as I drive to work
I hear there was another plane, it hit the earth
They said it was headed for theSearsTower
Oh no, that’s where my husband works
I tried to call him, and I couldn’t get through
I don’t even remember my 2 hr commute
I felt guilty as hell because here I sit
He could be Bin Laden’s target
When I heard they changed their rout
I rush came over me, I let it all out
I finally spoke to him, he was scared as a boy
The building was roped off, they let everyone out
The train station was packed, people were jumping the tracks
All they were doing was looking to be safe
That was all that mattered
Panic and hysteria filled the air
But once on the train he said it was eerie
No one said a word, only the sound of a radio
Everyone hanging on every word
A sign of relief as they drove further away
No one on that train will forget that day
They could have been the next to die that day
And instead they go home and feel safe again
I never felt so happy about a plane crashing
But my husband, my life, my everything
Was not going to die at least not that day
I thank the passengers that gave their lives that day
They knew they would never see their families again
They knew they were traveling a human bomb
I feel for the families who lost their loved ones
I cannot imagine how they felt
The parents, the wives, sons and daughters
Sisters and brothers, friends and lovers
Karen Degnan Foiles, 23 february 2013
I don’t care how much is spent
When it’s my birthday
I like to open presents
It could have been anything
A silly little poem
wrapped with a bow
I bought my own present
I said it was from you
But you didn’t pick it out
Now did you
The card was beautiful
I gotta give you that
You then took a 10 hour nap
Here I am feeling guilty
Cause I’m being a brat
Karen Degnan Foiles, 23 february 2013
“Live free n easy with no resentment”
Oh what a careless statement
I don’t think that’s even possible
In a world that casts judgment
So quick to accuse when challenged to a duel
A cowardly try to get you to cry
Even when your feelings were feared
You’re not there to be sheared
And laughs when you’re made the fool
Since they have the power to be cruel
Heed the signs or cast the stone
Ignoring the screaming groans
When you’re the one cut to the bone
Then expect your help in return
Expect reward when their job is done
Karen Degnan Foiles, 23 february 2013
I've been doing some thinking
'Bout this new path I'll be taking
It'll be really scary without you
When I've counted on you for everything
I'm strong in spirit
And will not give up and quit
But I believe in my heart
That is just what you did
I grew up in a house
Of love and hope
You grew up with
Common sense and dope
I am the dreamer
My eyes wide shut
You're the controller
Eyes on the buck
Our love was started in sin
Yet we threw caution to the wind
We found the fantasy mirage
And thought we could beat the odds
Oh how we struggled
Just to be together
I guess you were just tired
Of”trying” to love another
I never gave up on love
But I gave on you
I guess that why I did
What I did to you
You've done me a favor
My future I'll savor
Because "Better off" I'll be
To finally live my life
For "I" and not "We"
Karen Degnan Foiles, 23 february 2013
Looking out the window
Looking for your car
Wondering if that’s you
Looking from afar
Can’t wait to touch you
Can’t wait to see you
Can’t wait to feel you
Can’t wait to breathe you
When I hear your voice
When we talk on the phone
Oh, how my impatience grows
I want to see you so
I can hear your car
Pulling in the drive
I stand waiting inside
My heart racing with desire
As I hear your footsteps
Walking down the hall
Place your things next to the wall
Oh was that my heart that leapt
I finally see the love of my life
Waiting for me!!
With a gleam in your eye
And your arms open wide
Your arms wrap around me
Oh so warm and safe
As I look up into your eyes
I feel my knees start to cave
You’re who I waited for
Each and everyday
steven cooke, 23 february 2013
Imagination is the river
that guides the quill.
Dreams the sailing ship
that unleashes the voyage
through the pages of
a poets mind.
To write is to find
the meaning of love.
Where beauty opens the gate,
to a never ending yellow brick road
Of human emotion.
for that is what we seek
The pen can create gods
and mortal frailty.
Sunshine is the span of life,
the darkness is forever
and within these letters
we find immortality.
The candle burns when sanity sleeps
authors are laid fallow
when the desert refuses to create.
Scribbling among the midnight ghouls
caught in the faith of their conviction.
Love is the demon when curtains close
and the rose a symbol
Of what might have been.
Whiskey is the oil for some
that guides the brush.
For love is their canvass,
the bleeding soul their paint
and only the heart knows
the colour of these falling tears.
For when the bottle is empty
when the heart can take no more.
Our soul bleeds over the page
solace comes from tomorrow
and our insanity will take its place
Beauty is found in pain
hope is an emerald sea,
envy comes from Oscar’s words
and belief becomes a prejudice.
The pen will drown your epitaph
for the Cyclops knows his destiny
The poets of the world
so sweet is your fruit.
yet you remain anonymous
for life is but a dream.
Words are a jigsaw of fears,
a confession trapped
in the confetti of poems
Which you shout to the world
all judged in the courts of obscurity.
The book is now written
all have prostituted their existence
the devil has been cleansed
This sweet apple has been examined
The fruit has turned into despair.
Whiskey has turned to wine
the ark of life belongs to silence,
this gallery has no visitors.
So stay drunk in your bed tonight
Words are best left in dreams
and be glad that your life
will dissolve into obscurity.
These are the final words of life,
for the poet has no such luxury
our pain is for all to see.
Anthony DiMichele, 23 february 2013
you are so good to me
it fills me with shame
a cardinal in a cage
who impersonates a parrot
replaces me
as soon as a kindness confronts me
sadness sorts it out
well before regret
the well wisher's punishment
louis gander, 23 february 2013
Now forty lashes - minus one
The torture, anguish has begun.
Thirty-nine lashes, horrid pain,
I can't endure - but won't complain.
A crown of thorn cuts in so deep,
Energy gone, I've got to sleep.
But on my back, a timber placed -
it weighs a ton, blood/sweat I taste.
I feel the cross beside my face.
I cannot walk a faster pace.
Skin open rips - each time I slip,
so tighter, I must keep my grip.
Each step I take is harder still
when trudging up this cruel hill.
The slivers pierce me as I trod,
both big and small - please help me God.
Please give me strength - for Heaven's sake
for every muscle in me aches.
With that huge cross along my back,
my knees give out. My legs go slack.
Exhausted, I can hardly crawl
and then I drop it as I fall.
My shoulder hurts, the pain intense -
then they all stare in awed suspense.
I can't hold it any more
yet I know next, what is in store.
My lungs hurt so, I've lost my breath -
but give me strength before my death.
At the top, I finally rest -
but now this cross, my final test.
I love you all - am faithful still,
right here on top of Calvary's hill.
Yet all the pain endured thus far
cannot erase the sins that are.
Sacrifice, death - wages of sin -
now demand pain on the cross begin.
©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Kahlia Mazacalletti, 23 february 2013
One tear fell ran down her face and he wiped her face dry
He tried to console her
Knowing that her lips were just inches away from his
It was hard not to kiss her; that face; that skin
But he contained himself
As they listened to the waves come in, she put her head on his shoulder
And listened to their favorite song on the radio.....
Why did they have to be just friends?
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