Alicja Kuberska

Alicja Kuberska, 5 january 2013

Each day

 
I would like to know
each day,
its colors and tastes
as if it were my first day
and the last as well.
 
I do not want to stay
in the sphere of silence.
I want to change the
minutes into notes.
 
The days were composed
like symphonies.
The nights played the nocturnes


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Alex Perez

Alex Perez, 5 january 2013

God Hear My Voice

With love and hate and no fate for my dreams to lead the way I hope for peace of mind and memories of a better time like when I was little cause life is like a riddle that’s to hard for me to understand, I’m reaching out for Gods hand; please catch me… snatch me from out the air cause I’m falling… all the while calling out for you… “God Hear My Voice“.
So deep into a visual fixation of a nightmare… I look unto you; towards the sky, I cry and before I die; please release me from my own demons who tear apart my soul… and torment me… furthermore prevent me from doing right; I lose sight of what I love; I need help from above… “God Hear My Voice”.
My future doesn’t look clear cause I fear for my present-I’m just a peasant who’s alone in the dark with hurt in my heart… so far apart from you… with no clue on how to connect; except through this choice, I speak… “God Hear My Voice”
Your presence still lingers from my head to the tip of my fingers, I write, you read, I speak, you listen but I’m missing the WORD of which that is yours; please open the doors and let me in, take me from this life of sin… “God Hear My Voice”.
Come fix me because I’m broken, yes your word was spoken; out in the open; yet there I was covering my ears and over the years… like spears I was cut deep in my mind… now time has brought me to this… “God Hear My Voice”
I need an angel… Because from this angle; heaven looks so far away; don’t want to stay in this world without you… “Please God Hear My Voice”
I Alex Speak to you lord needing your guidance; I say god, “hear my voice”, but I know first I must hear yours. Speak Lord because there isn’t a time that I’m listening more than I am now. I give you my heart, my mind, my dreams, my pen, my pad. I say Take me lord… take me away.
Until that day… I am here lord.
Waiting, hoping, speaking… “GOD Hear My Voice.”


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Ye Caterpillar

Ye Caterpillar, 5 january 2013

Hollowed

 You hollowed out my poem 
and stuck your
   (adverts)
into it
 
this made me feel pretty strange
because- 
Do we share our dreams
so you can (advert) cinema tickets?
    (advert)
shoes handbags jewellery glasses
        (adverts)
corporating insidious (adverts)
    into our dreams
       into our dreams
           into our dreams


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louis gander

louis gander, 5 january 2013

Faithful Footsteps (a fun one)

Okay, here's a 'twist'.
The word that rhymes is not in this poem.
Just for fun, I've inserted another word.
Can you guess all the rhyming words?  Write them down as you go along... (no peeking, they're at the bottom)

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An old man lived on the outskirts of town,
wore an old suit that was tattered and
gray.

His hair, snowy white, was always unkempt.
Because kids made fun, he was full of con-
sideration.

Years back, when in school, he make a mistake.
He once, on her desk, put a poisonous -
mushroom.

Now he didn't know that the mushroom was bad.
and when she arrived, she got really -
pleased,

because she liked mushrooms on all types of things,
pizza and pasta - and on chicken
soup.

But then she noticed - removed it from sight.
She knew about mushrooms and knew it wasn't -
edible.

She asked who had done it. This very young child,
didn't admit it - but sat there and -
felt guilty.

Despite good intentions he misunderstood.
He couldn't admit it, now tell me, who
is he?

His conscience held hostage, he couldn't ignore,
Was this still a child that mom could -
forgive?

Though all his emotions were torn far apart,
he learned a good lesson and made a new -
Friend.

He started to give and help out the others,
helping with strangers, sisters and -
with their needs.

Just when we think that we've figured life out,
We let out our holler and let out our -
chest.

I learned that humbleness Satan will thwart,
and with good intentions, we still will fall -
far,

far from Gods promise, far from above.
Once sacrifice fixed it but now it's His -
grace.

He later admitted to teacher, Miss Laurie,
"I thought it was good, I am very -
wrong."

Well, she understood and the story ends here.
He learned a good lesson and had a good -
education.

Wisdom was gained far back in his childhood,
He wasn't perfect but he knew he was -
bad.

Will Heaven we see, if we're very proud?
Will our pride cripple? Will we be -
dead?

Jesus gives life! Don't let Satan deceive,
for we are forgiven if we'll only -
have faith.

For even the demons - they're shuddering still.
Do they believe, and do His good -
commands?

Yes, Jesus proves faithful, time after time,
so follow His footsteps and you'll always -
rhyme!

2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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Just in case you're unsure of some of the 'rhyming' words... here they are:
Brown
Contempt
Snake
Mad
Wings
Right
Smiled
Would
Adore
Start
Brothers
Shout
Short
Love
Sorry
Year
Good
Allowed
Believe
Will
And of course the last word "rhyme" is correct


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Kahlia Mazacalletti

Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 january 2013

REVENGE

I shot an arrow through your heart; it is an act of terror and hurt
We never go on dates but you expect me to put out
I seek vengence for my anger
All those years gone by like a speeding bullet
And I am the one in Therapy??
I do not understand the lack of concern for myself
Yet, I am all consumed by your actions
You are flippant and callous in so many ways
I tell myself truth lies in REVENGE
I have gotten so bitten by your sharp tongue, I feel stabbed
How many stitches have I had because of you?
I am a recluse in my own life
It is only fitting to get you back for all the things you have done
But, I do not have the energy or the time
People say with age comes wisdom
I am an Owl, You are an Ass



For all the battered women still suffering..........                      
               
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 january 2013

BRINGING DOWN

The road breaks here.
Give me something to heal the fractured earth.
Angels are too much for me, the
gash turns inward ripping apart
eternal vigil.

They head into the burning books
and then explode themselves
on wet sands, generating grids, blithely lethal.
Wired blind, the sun weeps.
A green catastrophe tears a huge iceburg.

Post-coitol emptiness. The sweet nothing
stops. He becomes everything, the world
was not. The clouds bleach, moon
strips to bone. The artist goes into
exile to find a fiction.


Satish Verma


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Alex Perez

Alex Perez, 5 january 2013

The Only One I Can Blame

I spent my entire life acknowledging all the lessons I learned; and all the bridges that I burned,
trying to keep a hold of all the wisdom I earned; but yet it turns out that I’m the one who forgot my own standards that I set for myself as a man,
 Somewhere along the way I lost direction and forgotten my plan.
I’m glad that I’m aware; so I can understand what I did,
 Because I never thought I’d lose focus and start neglecting my kids.
 Hiding behind tears and acting stupid plus I’m steady wasting the years; but yet it appears I have all kinds of people that I can blame,
 And now I stopped pointing fingers because I realize that I’m doing the same. 
Now I’m going insane…  Seems like the devil’s calling my name,
 I don’t want to be another one that avoids the issues and try to end the game,
 Because I don’t want the word quitter be attached to my name,
 So I need to toughen up and try and maintain…
I know when all the drama is over… I’m the only one I can blame.
                                       Alex Perez


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Ye Caterpillar

Ye Caterpillar, 4 january 2013

Ghostmoney

Ghostmoney-
It’ll hauntya-
But what is ghostmoney, you ask-
Ghostmoney is the dream
of the value
of the money you spent
it all long ago.
 
Ghostmoney is foreign currency
that we all use-
 
Ghostmoney is currently collected
by the customs and exorcise-
 
This chilling private-value-system
haunts vaults
vaunts and flaunts fiscal
risks, faults, fails, falls
into a Great Depression.
Haunting stark for the gaunt poor-
Ghostmoney dreams flapped
from the wings
of a mammoth Mammon mastodon.


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Bunny Crunch

Bunny Crunch, 4 january 2013

The Emerald Road

Anger fills every vein
In your furious face
And I think that soon,
They'll burst

And I'll never have to see
Your merciless glare
That I could never make a smile
Only hate

Merciless,
Reasonless
Invisible pride
In me you could never find

I glance at the shining fire
Next to me
Lighting a candle to bring a smile
To the sweetest kid I've ever known

The fire vanishes
Smoke flies
Bringing tears
To my eyes

You're worthless
These words, I've only ever
Heard from you
I wanted pride, approval

Though when I ever made
Those emeralds shine
It was with anger
With hate

I think back, try to be you
For even seconds
Just to know
Why I could never make you proud

And I find nothing
Nothing in the past
I knew your father
He was great

And so were all
Your memories
He would've told me
If they weren't

Honesty
Such a wonderful gift
One that was much too sweet
To ever be given by you

I never wanted you
The words, so like a knife
Could only hurt me
If from you

In my past, I can find nothing
No method, only madness
That still takes its toll on me
Even on my brightest days

I can't begin to imagine
What I did to you
To anyone
That no matter what I did

I couldn't make those emeralds shine
That had once meant so much
But now are no more than another stone
On the road that first began my life.


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Alicja Kuberska

Alicja Kuberska, 4 january 2013

The chat

 

 


I knocked at your mind.

Let me in - I asked.

I have brought you something,

my crazy thoughts and dreams,

the works collected from

the oceans of creativity.

Look how pretty they are,

even the smallest ones,

smaller than the sand.



I do not want them - you answered.

My world is sterile,

arranged and known.

Your every written poem

Can ruin my calm,

Which was built over years.

The recognition can be painful

Because of its insolence and ignorance.

The questions wake up the sleeping fears.

I prefer to stay safely in

well - known loneliness.


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