Christina Posey, 5 october 2012
The little boy cant sleep.
He refuses to count his sheep!
His momma picks up the phone.
Oh no! His Daddy is almost home!
He runs to his bed
Pulls the blanket over his head!
You can hear him weep
as he tries to fall asleep!
He hears his daddys car
its not very far!
He closes his eyes
which he thinks is wise!
Then he wakes up in the morning.
©2012 Christina Posey
Satish Verma, 5 october 2012
It spurs the hope
in absent voice for a deaf ear.
You will wash the ancestor’s prism
for a natural death of a fault.
Through me I skim the frozen
lake of tears.
Maybe I will watch the tree
for some sanity to produce
the blossoms -
in the starved faith of a
wanderer who will not speak
for himself.
All life he was trying to explain
without words,
the enormous efforts he was
putting to lay down his hands
on truth.
Satish Verma
randolph valeza, 5 october 2012
To my dearest love; my one and only
I made you a poem and its for you only
I made it with my soul and my heart
Hoping for you to like
You are the one, the reason why my heart beats
You are the one that makes my heart leap
Leaping to the heaven above
Feeling like floating unto the cloud
You are the greatest gift that god gave me
Your beautiful smile that always melt me
You're angelic face that shines my soul
And to be with you forever that is my goal
When im dying, you became my life
When im in darkness you became my light
When my heart is cold you kept it warmth
And when I'm down you lift me up
You're my rainbow that colors my life
You're my stars that shines my night
You're my oxygen that i always need
And when your gone I'm not complete
Scott Clark, 5 october 2012
Pretending somebody loves me,
Holding them tight, they quiver.
Kissing them softly they turn away
Touching them the shiver.
Glenn McCrary, 5 october 2012
Whilst I sauntered the halls
Her face surfaced before the lantern
That beloved grin an abstract design
Though she was settled behind glass
Fashioning the imagery ‘tis window shopping
Presenting the proclamation that she’s without a price
I covet not for alienation to shape us
I hunger for a sense of harmony
For us to never have spaked of tragedy
Christina Posey, 5 october 2012
The little man stands by my side.
I feel as if I should run and hide.
He looks at me and points out to sea.
Tells me its the most beautiful thing it could be.
I look at him and I see his eyes.
He has tears coming down as he cries.
I ask the little man about all his tears.
He tells me he lost his friend that was so dear.
I look at him and ask him how.
He told me that he was going to kill me now.
I look at him and ask him why.
He told me because you're a tall woman that stood by my side.
I think I should've ran and hide.
©2010 Christina Posey
Christina Posey, 5 october 2012
As I try to write this poem from the start.
All my words just fall apart!
My paper crumbles just like bread.
I feel a sharp pain in my head!
My pens out of ink.
Why can't I think?
I'm tired of writing.
Why must I keep fighting?
I lose my words in the wind
I think this poem is done, the end!
©2010 Christina Posey
Christina Posey, 5 october 2012
My love for you is more than a fling.
I love you more than anything.
Our time has come to say I do.
My devotions are so true
I know our love will even grow stronger
I can't wait much longer
My love for you is more than a fling
Because are love is truly amazing
I cant wait to say i do.
Because I've totally fell in love you.
©2010 Christina Posey
cauchy3, 4 october 2012
Loss our ways…
Men escapade all are bad are over worlds. Purest pure is non with such that under skies.
Some dissipated are wild are hard are rough in times.
Rusty works are putting dresses and hat for moneys all as human works and shapes.
All surreal are Buddha meats. Dogs or gods but gods will eat the meats of dogs.
Maoism meats but Buddha fasts. CLOOTIE buy and Maoism sells.
Who will carry loaded and shooting rifle.
All pervert are loss and mad.
Hog a land as Tibet all must be china sins.
Hog a land and use their ties for hogtie.
Young as Hogan all are trigger life.
Hoggish laws are martial laws for china peoples who like president-ship.
More on ways china poor people needy wants. They eat the hogwash from riches by lucks and hopes.
Earn and keep a life is chance. Sell our souls is go into trades.
Rich have served our chief executive DONALD with life and yachting or flying jet plan benefits.
Who will buy this wonderful morning? Who will buy these wonderful days? Also at night their yachting like loving boats.
May be just for someone sell their beauties as stamps.
Arts PREDELLA sell our powers come from gods.
Gods or dogs but meats of dogs are for gods.
Huts and luxurious cars and helicopters and jet plans will make you to sell yourself.’
What is loss? What are dissipated?
You hope your child get ten million of rewards from Michael JACKON or only one dollar by Pedophilia.
Fellatio for one buck is loss and worse as mental seals not as skin tattoo but etching in life and heart and soul.
---------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3----------
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Joe Breunig, 4 october 2012
Frankly, it’s still seems quite odd
to debate the religion of Science
with regard to the existence of God.
Within the vacuum of deep space,
we know that there was an invisible force
that caused the “Big Bang” to take place.
Calculating the Universe’s starting point
can’t explain “why” we’re here on this planet,
despite pretty charts and graphs of datapoints.
Principles of Science can not contest
the presence of Jehovah on Earth
by using its logical series of empirical tests.
In the “Genesis Account” of creation,
we’re told that God is the catalyst of life
and not some random result of chemical reactions.
Faith requires no scientific proof
or many pages of computer analysis –
Certainly it’s no theoretical hoax or goof.
When Truth is no longer concealed,
and God’s secret knowledge is finally revealed –
His Love will cover us, as a lasting shield.
So jump on your Facebook account and give some pokes
to your friendly, neighborhood physicists
while offering the Biblical phrase… and God spoke!
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Gen 1:1-5; 2 Peter 3:8; John 8:32; 2 Cor 13:8; Eph 1:17
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2011, All rights reserved.
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