Kahlia Mazacalletti, 22 december 2012
Ms. Matika works in the grocery store with her high hair and I call her POOF
She resembles a porcupine gone wrong-with her hair sticking out on top like that
She has shared many secrets with me; it was like that from the beginning
It was just fate that we met in aisle number one, she was busy having a panic attack and I was looking for potato chips.
Stocking shelves and trying to breathe must be terrible
I decided on sour cream and bar-b-que and she ask me how to stop
having the darn thing
It seemed as if she was in the middle of a hurricane right then
I preceded to speak from experience and told her to be in the moment
Instead she took a Xanax
You cannot help people that don't want to be helped
Ms. Matika has shut down completely and told me that the Xanax is working
I told her that she is masking her problem
POOF quit her job and is living on disability.........
Glenn McCrary, 22 december 2012
The A.M. has happened upon us yet again
Sunlight ascending; spreading poems
Humans walking, working, speaking
In tones that illustrate such elaborate effects
Often considered a form of the art of escapism
Dreamers, thinkers, doers, poets,
Artists, ballerinas, actors, singers,
All masters of escape art
With every venue they inhabit
New shapes are concocted
Each day, each task, is a performance
Although exists not an audience
Seemingly because we escape
Opinions matters not to us
Hell, I just escaped for the moment
Would you like to escape with me too?
Satish Verma, 22 december 2012
A quivering mud lamp under the basil
was sending signals for benign inconsistencies
and a covert interceptor
to stop a death to himself.
It was a no moon day
to monopolize the open eyes
and closed lips. Piercing screams
were coming from the empty chairs.
A garland of currency bills or pink snakes
for the leader breaks the music
of averted eyes. A terror attack
starts frisking the souls.
It wakes up a slumbering century
of fossil books. The birth anniversary
of a smoked thesis starts. The masses
start descending like buzzing flies.
Satish Verma
Renato N. Mascardo, 22 december 2012
touches
they fondle
intermittently
so soft
so subtle
so sharp
like the palm of a babe
like an early prickly heat
seesawing
caressing
stinging
a pleasure
a hurt
a burn
your words//
renato
friday 21 december 2012
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 21 december 2012
Up all night; I cannot sleep-Like my eyes are glued wide open
Do I just dismiss the fact that it is going on or wash it down the drain
like the soap in the sink after a good rinsing
Something inside me is sad, I get up early in the dark...
Like a newborn babe; wanting it's mother
I feel so intolerant at times; like I am doing something wrong
It seems it has all built up like a volcano ; waiting to erupt any minute
I want to sleep, to put my head on the pillow and just drift away
I have counted so many sheep, I have a lined coat
Maybe it is not meant to be; maybe I will sleep whenever
I have unpacked all my baggage
That I have it stored in lockers all over the USA
For Jean
louis gander, 21 december 2012
Behind the doors of many homes,
no matter where you go -
a multitude of people weep.
Their tears forever flow...
I sat behind my mommy in
the back seat of our car.
My daddy did the driving, but
we didn't get too far.
My mom and I were talking,
and we were smiling wide,
but someone ran the traffic light
and hit us hard broad-side.
The truck came out of nowhere -
the driver, DUI.
And buckled in her seat belt, mom
had watched my daddy die.
I woke up in a hospital -
in pain for several days.
Our fragile world turned up-side-down
in many, many ways...
"Jesus, heal my broken heart.
I feel emotion's tug,
whenever mommy holds me tight
and gives me daddy's hug.
Embraced below Your sunsets
through visions of the wreck -
I know my mom is crying too.
Her tears run down my neck.
"She says we'll be in Heaven there.
It is her only prayer.
Daddy, mother, also I -
are in Your precious care.
Though she forgives the driver -
forget? She never will.
And though the years are passing by,
our tears are flowing still.
"But please forgive me Jesus -
I can't get on my knees.
Fun and laughter, drugs and beer
is all the world sees.
Is several years of crying worth
some stranger's day of fun?
'They know not what they do' You said.
Our tears forever run.
"You hear all my petitions
My deepest thoughts I share.
Your great omniscient presence
surrounds my wheel chair.
And I am not discouraged.
Through faith in You, I know -
in Heaven, we'll be together -
where tears no longer flow."
©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Satish Verma, 21 december 2012
When logic and intuition
stood on edge of time,
sugar was dancing
on the salt lake.
I would not see the torn
book between retreat
and assault.
I was reining in the new moon.
In a night raid, five
peacocks were killed. I was
trying to unseize the cross purpose,
why the compensation was rejected
at burial site.
The burden of guilt
was carried by the flint now.
You take a final plunge
and are lost in the faces
of sad children.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 20 december 2012
Long ago, a Savior was born
and hidden within a humble birth;
covered with the cloak of humanity,
His presence impacted this earth.
Although we remember His birthday,
know that Christ is no longer a child;
He stopped being an infant, who was…
helpless, quiet, tender and mild.
He grew in strength and wisdom;
He demonstrated His holy authority;
He lived as He divinely taught;
He set the example, for you and me.
He gave of Himself completely
and paid the ultimate sacrifice.
He embodied God’s covenant of love;
His actions were timely and precise.
After suffering the shame of crucifixion,
He was briefly buried in a rock-hewn tomb;
three days later, He triumphantly exited
with a glorified body from Resurrection’s womb.
Today He lives and sovereignly rules;
so people of faith, it’s time to agree
that we must continue to live Godly lives,
seeing that… the manger is still empty!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 1:18-2:15, 27:46-54; Acts 2:22-24; Heb 7:25;
1 John 2:1-2; Rom 8:34
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 20 december 2012
Jack and I never met in Person
Jack and I did have the same mindset about one particular thing
There were no supporting roles in our one person show....
Life as we knew it was one private party, no invitations, no thank-you notes but a lot of decoration
Jack and I took advantage of everyone ; when we didn't have an advantage at all
Jack and I ended up on Life-Support, different states, different times,
and years
Same Results
Maybe we had thought we were invincible; Jack did not resolve his differences, I did
Some people use the time they have wisely; Jack did for a year
Some person's have more time than other's-I met Jack's mother online
Jack and I have an uspoken bond
She told me Jack died from a drug overdose-I am here speaking for Jack.........................
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 20 december 2012
I sat out on my patio and thought of her today; she lights up the sky
Is that star her, or is it just my imagination
Where would I be in this whirlwind of life had it not been for her
Lost in my own confusion and mindlesss choices
Her tree is very tall now-8 years grown, like her passing
It looks a little withered like me; as I walk by her house
That the new people live in, they are very nice, but it is her house
I asked her daughter yesterday if she would move the tree to her place and she said "NO", you NEED IT......I do; I miss her so
But Paradise is her new home and her Golden Trees do not need my care; I will continue to water this one
I cast the sawblade to myself weekly just by going to that tree; but it is my duty to see that it has many branches, an extension of her life
Legacy, to follow the leaves as they fall into the winter night one by one
She is telling me she is here with me now
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