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What He NoticedHe noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as still as the hands of a broken timepiece,
he couldn't help notice, no, he couldn't help but notice...
That his life would never be the same.
What's in a name?
When a child is born no one can see,
what sort of person he'll turn out to be.
Is his future set in stone by past history,
can it be determined by the family tree?
When a child is born he's given a name,
a name that when new is free from all blame.
But when he gets older will he still be the same,
or will he cause his parents much suffering and shame?
When a child is born the parents rejoice,
to create a new life is clearly a choice.
But when he grows up will he raise up his voice
against hatred and war and bias with poise?
When a child is born nobody can know,
just what's in store, how the future will go.
But if he is cherished so his spirit can grow,
his name may then honor those who love him so.
Under the Willow Tree
Memories of my past continue to dim,
decades now lost in the mist.
They tell me I'm wed to a man named Jim,
I say they're mad, yet they insist!
My thoughts on this day take me back home,
to a time when life was brand new.
I can't recall the town that I'm from,
but I remember scenes from my youth.
My most vivid memory lives here,
just on the edge of my consciousness.
It's a place where I never felt fear,
when the world still seemed to make sense.
It's coming, it's coming! Yes I see!
The vision is clear as daylight!
I'm lying there under the willow tree,
full shade and out of the sunlight.
The river is as clear as crystal,
the smell of the air is so pure!
The willow's about twenty feet tall,
I really feel safe and secure.
Am I alone? Wait! No, someone's there!
A boy with a voice like a dove.
Is it with he that my life I will share?
Or a gift sent down from above?
The memory fades as the dinner bell rings,
a man named Jim brings my food.
Just who was that boy for whom my heart sings?
Have you ever?Have you ever loved so much it hurt?
Have you ever lost and loved again?
Have you ever felt as low as dirt?
Have you ever found then lost a friend?
Have you ever hugged a baby close?
Have you ever held a tiny hand?
Have you ever kissed cheeks like a rose?
Have you ever had fun in the sand?
Have you ever wished for something more?
Have you ever jumped the gravy train?
Have you ever helped someone who's poor?
Have you ever felt another's pain?
Have you ever lost someone in death?
Have you ever felt the sharpened blade?
Have you ever seen the last drawn breath?
Have you ever wished you just had stayed?
Have you ever praised the One above?
Have you ever knelt down on your knees?
Have you ever cried just like a dove?
Have you ever begged the One who sees?
Have you ever sailed into the sky?
Have you ever walked upon the moon?
Have you ever scaled a mountain high?
Have you ever rode the big balloon?
Have you ever dwelt upon the past?
Have you ever prayed for once again?
Have you ever wishe
What if things were different than they now appear to be?
Wouldn't it be awesome if the seas were made of tea?
I wonder what it'd be like if the sands were shades of gray,
would the people visit still and would the children play?
I'll bet that if the birds could speak they'd say a thing or two!
What if a fish could whistle or could hum a tune for you?
Imagine how you'd feel if you could breathe under the sea,
or could fly up through the clouds and meet a hawk, or maybe three?
If I had a paintbrush big enough to paint the sky,
I'd paint it emerald green and leave the whole world wondering why.
The grass I'd color purple and the clay I'd change to blue.
Think of all the fun things we could think and say and do!
Wouldn't it be something if a child could stop a war?
And wouldn't you be stunned if hunger plagued the earth no more?
How grateful we would be to celebrate diversity.
How happy I would be to share with you my shady tree.
Lamb of God
Oh Immanuel from heaven
Thy God's name is in thy name
The spirits of Jah are seven
The Word spreads abroad thy fame
Like manna sent for His nation
True bread came down from above
The Logos brings mankind salvation
Thou hast sent as proof thy dove
The warrior king takes his station
Jah's angels are at his side
At the judgment of Armageddon
God's lamb will now soon preside
A thousand years of true justice
A thousand years of real peace
A thousand years of sure bliss
Righteousness on the increase
The Vindication now complete
Sanctification of the NAME
Thy faithfulness stands replete
Forever wilt Thou remain
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"Run, run, run little toad,
vain is your attempt to flee.
I'm a hunter supreme,
I'm quick and I'm mean,
today you'll be supper for me."
"Away, away, away evil hawk,
you'll never catch up with me.
I'm fast for my size,
I'm agile and wise,
I'll not be dinner you'll see."
"Hide, hide, hide little toad,
fine vision was granted to me.
You'll not get away,
though try as you may,
I see you there under that tree."
"Try, try, try evil hawk,
a hole I have found so I'm free.
I'm smarter than you,
this refuge will do,
today I'm so glad to be me!"
Will o' the Wisp (A True Story)
'Twas a moonlit night 'bout a fortnight ago,
that we'd left our home for the valley down below.
To that patch of the wood where the river does flow,
where they say that for years not a soul dared to go.
It were Jimmy & Sally that joined in me quest,
just where we'd end up was any man's guess.
But as sure as we were livin' we'd give it our best;
lads, what I'm tellin' you now, it's hard to confess.
Deeper and deeper we trekked through that wood,
every sound that we heard just heightened the mood.
When the wolf howled we ran as fast as we could.
To go on? We pondered as to whether we should.
Then just as our resolve was beginnin' to fade,
a light 'cross the river an eerie glow made.
It flickered and shimmered o'er there through the glade.
Our thoughts were to flee, and yet oddly, we stayed.
Yea, as we inched on closer to examine this thing,
a voice could be heard, and we swore it did sing!
So sweet and low, yet had a familiar ring.
We shivered to think what this omen might bring.
Fly Me To The Moon
Fly me to the moon and I'll sing a lullabye,
we'll make our dreams come true, we'll soar high 'bove the sky.
With moondust in our hair and starlight in our eyes,
we'll wish the world away, hear no more plaintive cries.
Sail with me to Eire and we'll sing a bonnie tune,
we'll frolick on the shore, we'll run along the dunes.
No one there will harm us or cause us e're to fear,
we'll only see the good, shed only happy tears.
Run with me to Eden and we'll play amongst the trees,
we'll taste each juicy fruit, suck nectar with the bees.
We'll run with pure abandon and sleep with pleasant dreams,
we'll navigate the landscape, bathe in crystal streams.
Ride with me to Avalon on horseback in the rain,
we'll stop at every town, we'll race with every train.
With no one here to stop us we'll leave this awful place;
let us go in haste, leave this town without a trace.
Fly me to the moon and we'll never have to die,
the universe is ours, we'll sail through endless sky.
With a rainbow as our guide
Life AwaitsThis one is for the brokenhearted:
When the world is weary
it becomes difficult to
and confidence is left on
next to former symbols of
Hey, chin up-
your life awaits!
Idleness is death
and harsher fates.
try to accept that
we’re meant to be.
I’m writing this for the bleeding hearts:
and young upstarts.
When the world rejects your
it becomes difficult to
to critics and cynics of
who measure your love as a
Hey, chin up-
your life awaits!
Resentment is death
and harsher fates.
Don’t let go
be the person
you want to be.
Oh, don’t let go!
Please don’t let go…
We both must know
this planet could
my consciousness won't concede.
I despise the irrational convictions bequeathed upon me in mundane emotional states.
illusion impracticable, rumour extraordinaire.
the 'just in case' keeps you up at night.
Welcome to the golden road,
With amber and copper cold.
Carpet of warmth,
In the icy kiss of the wind.
Let the bronze towers rest,
Watch the topaz packages
For life's sigh.
The citadel above,
Ghost of summer,
Leaving an aura
Without the weight of sweat.
The dome turns grey,
And down comes the diamonds.
The sun sleeps,
As we watch alchemy turn gold
Cradles turn to pools,
Coffee prints melt to the road
And we are left with beauty.
Angel of ice, Angel of fire,
On the branch
SecretsSecrets hidden far away
No needle can draw them forth
No knife can cut them out
Secrets under lock and key
No ear can hear them now
No lips can speak them aloud
Secrets never conceived of
No judge can jail them all
No one can find them... please.
My day seems to be in a dark place
It’s like I’m separated and out of trace
Silence is my only answer to the choices I only ponder
My leaves have turn into weathery colors
It keeps on falling as I keep on growing
My mind is at ease on the bed grass I see
Seems like it’s in tune with my fantasy
Like illusion has come out of my reality
There is beauty in solemnity
But in truth it’s lonely
when you're alone.
I dream of a time I make memories
Great with victories
but then I felt it was not worth it
for achievements are savor to someone you shared with
This place has come to its highs and lows
a moment I borrow in depths of sorrow
I reach out to tranquility
For my patience is my virtue in this painted creativity
Someday I will bear the f
This poem is for all the wonderful women, ladies, girls
And I think women actually may rule the world,
But humans of the female persuasion are more than pearls
They’re diamonds; critical to man and his kind, but if men do rule the Earth,
It’s probably a woman’s universe
And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
The world is yours and you can do anything your heart desires
And to the stereotypes and prejudice, you ladies should throw to fire
You’re more than just a pretty face, an object of desire, or housewife
You’re not meant to just play with barbies or like pink, being into sports is more than fine
You’re far more than the exterior; you are the inside
You’re the soul and mind, the most important part of a human being
You’re more than a damsel in distress, you can be Katniss Everdeen
You can be the focus of the music that everyone sings
You can be the face of an entire nation, if you wanna be
If you apply
The Poetry PotFirst we start with some words that rhyme,
And add an amount of alliterations.
Then we set the cooking time,
Add ingredients of different rations.
Now we personify,
The pencil dances across the page.
Bam! Onamonapia identified,
Words of emotion like rage.
And then the haiku,
The first line, five syllables,
And so is this one.
Internal rhymes such as this are hard to miss,
The skill to rhyme gracefully is added with bliss.
Stir the words together with a wooden spoon,
Then let the stew sit in the light of the moon.
Imagery is added, so picture it now,
The sweat gleaming on the chef's brow.
Words, like ingredients for the mix,
The poem is almost ready, one more stanza for kicks.
Then that special something is added,
What makes every poem unique.
[Insert your own lines of ballad]
The poetry stew is ready now, let's eat.
NightmaresThere is an unrelenting plague upon my fragile mind; a fear of the dark and the obscure secrets it conceals. The consuming shadows whisper empty promises, beckoning to my weary consciousness with their malignant tongues. I challenge the coercing temptations of my damnable hallucinations, keeping them at bay with pure inhuman will. Their words are enticing, laced with venomous needles to prick my subconscious thoughts; awaiting the moment that I succumb to their luring poison. With deliberate purpose, they attack my tender psyche and leave behind the toxic sting of their ruthless attacks. I am at the mercy of their double-edged swords; lost within the battle for my suppressed memories, I can no longer sustain my defenses against them. They attack with the remnants of my battered past; those tortuous experiences are their entry into my fragile mind. I am no match to their overwhelming numbers; the swarm of demons who know my every weakness.
Their swift penetration silences my murderous s
Bagpipes are for lasses (A Scottish tale)The dawn is just a breakin',
across this old hilly land.
Me heart is sorely achin',
o'er the lass who'd held me hand.
As I glanced 'cross the gloamin',
the sunrise' castin' shadows.
I'd hoped to see her roamin',
toward that familiar meadow.
'Twas there we shared our love,
one so soft and sweet and true.
'Twas there clouds swirled above,
in a sky so ever blue.
Alas, one October mornin',
when the skies had turned to grey,
and the rain began a pourin',
the lass upped and walked away.
So each morn I face the east,
and I play these bloody pipes.
This poor lad's plea will ne'er cease,
till his lass comes home for keeps!
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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