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Unknown

Still Unbroken

Broken bones, broken hearts
Stripped down and torn apart
A little bit of rust, I'm still runnin'
Countin' miles, countin' tears
Twisted road, shifting gears
Year after year, it's all or nothing.

But I'm not home, I'm not lost
Still holdin' on to what I've got
Ain't much left Lord, there's so much that's been stolen.
I guess I've lost everything I had
But I'm not dead, at least not yet
Still alone, still alive, still unbroken.

Never captured, never tamed
Wild horses on the plains
You can call me lost, I call it freedom
I feel the spirit in my soul
There's something Lord I can't control
I'm never givin' up while I'm still breathin'.

Like the wind, like the rain
It's all runnin' through my veins
Like a river pourin' down into the ocean
I'm out here on the street
But I'm standin' on my feet
Still alive, still alone, still unbroken.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
How the elements of nature and the strong will to survive during the tough times are connected.
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cafetwo2010

Sunshine Police

Sunshine Police
riding Dark Clouds
on high

Arresting the Light
in a Sleepy Blue
Sky

Arise! Sun Beams!
Fight for
the Light!

Before the
Sunshine Police
Turn your Day
into Night!
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Posted: Nov 2010
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amahlala

Choices

On one hand, there is this option.
On the other hand, there is that option.

Does this fork in the road lead to satisfaction?
Does that fork in the road lead to disaster?

Can this be the one decision that will harm me?
Can that be the one decision that will elevate me?

How to ensure that I am choosing wisely.
How to ensure that I am choosing correctly.

When faced with this choice or that;
Do I analyze or agonize?

I have no answers from my mind, my soul or psyche;
Yesterday I flipped a coin, today I run in circles.

Tomorrow is just another day and maybe by then;
I might just make it a good choice; at least that is what I pray.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
Decisions are hard to make when you just can't get past the 'what-ifs'
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Unknown

GRANDAD

WE LOVED THE DAYS, WHEN WE WERE YOUNG,
THAT OLD GRANDAD, WOULD CALL,
FOR HE ALWAYS BROUGHT A PEGGIE'S LEG,
OR SOME BULLS EYES, FOR US ALL.

HE WOULD SIT HIMSELF, BESIDE THE FIRE,
AN OLD STORY TO RELATE,
BUT FIRST HE'D LIGHT A WOODBINE,
LIFT THE POKER FROM THE GRATE.

ITS THEN HE TOLD THE STORIES,
WITH THE POKER FOR A GUN,
AS HE RECALLED WITH EAGERNESS,
HIS BATTLES ON THE SOMME.

WE SEEN THE SCARS UPON HIS HANDS,
WHERE BULLETS GRAZED HIS SKIN
AS HE LAUGHED, I WASN'T FAT BOY'S,
IN WAR ITS SAFER TO BE THIN.

AH YES, MY GENTLE GRANDAD,
LONG GONE TO HIS REWARD,
TO ME HE WAS A HERO,
WITH A POKER, GUN, OR SWORD.

AT HEART, HE WAS A MOUNTAIN MAN,
WHO WOULD ALWAYS DO WHATS RIGHT,
AT HIS GRAVE I SAY, GOD BLESS GRANDAD,
YOU WERE BRAVE, TO FIGHT, THE FIGHT.

BEN999
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
MY LOVELY GENTLE GRANDAD, LEFT HIS SHEPARD LIFE IN THE MOUNTAINS, HERE IN WATERFORD, TO FIGHT IN THE FIRST WORLD WAR, WITH THE 'ROYAL IRISH FUSILIERS' A MOST HONORABLE MAN, HE HAD A GENTLENESS OF SPIRIT, WHICH WAS IMPERVIOUS TO ALL LIFE COULD THROW AT HIM, I STILL MISS HIM, TERRIBLY.

A BULLS EYE, WAS A BOILED SWEET,
A PEGGIE'S LEG, WAS A STICK OF GLUCOSE CANDY.
A WOODBINE, A BRAND OF CIGARETTE, WITH NO FILTERS.
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Unknown

Dear Poets

Thank you for your comments,
That you have given me.
In under one month of
Observing,
I'm learning how to be.

Expressive in words, and
Describing things,
But please take note,
This is not easy for
Me.

Musically talented, that
Is my gift,
But words were never easy,
expressing,
Just like this.

Yes I am a newbie in
The art of poetry,
But everything I write,
Is truthful and,
Free.

So thank you dear poets,
For the things you write,
Maybe one day I can get my
Grammar right!


Ha ha! Don't you just love
The english language?
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Unknown

The Spell Has Broken

Spell has broken, magic is all gone,
The moon has lost that old special charm.
Guess some things aren't meant to last that long.

In this old world, magic's running thin.
There is no way romance's gonna' win.
Hard to believe it has ever been.

Sweet enchantment gone away for good.
Who would have seen that it ever could?
Should have known it, never thought it would.

Saw it coming, still tried to pretend.
Wanted to think it would never end.
Magic left us, won't return again.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
12-bar blues...
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Unknown

Unnamed Desire

Unnamed Desire

A moments lost in time, stretched out until the beat of the heart seems a dirge
While the clock takes it slow sweet time to bring forth the next second
Splayed upon my sheets, legs akimbo, arms stretched forth the hand griping for life
As my head rocks in time with the gentle pounding I can detect as my tongues sweeps

As eternity begs for the next moment to pass, waiting upon your massive surge
The banging of my heart, slowly, painfully bringing the mighty moment of reckon
As the thrust of hips meets somewhere in the middle, hip-joined, I ask you to be my wife
Knowing this moment may be all we have and hoping to keep it from parting us at it leaps

Yet upon this bursting moment, as the universe applauds and bloods chorus loudly sings out
I realize I hold no sway, no manner of grip upon your heart; that your soul slips through my grasp
And the terrible aching loneliness of one pours back into my empty shell and the light fades
The moments swaying trembling passage leads ever forward and away from our desire

And still, lost in the sands of time as age creeps inexorably forward my heart doesn’t doubt
I would spend any spare moment, and every one you would allow me to bring your breath in gasp
Your pleasure to command, to bring forth your quickening desire, this you did never have bade
For this amongst all, your pleasure and love, I long to call forth your roaring raging lustful bonfire
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Posted: Jun 2010
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Unknown

Let Go and Let God..

Though tired, weary, hateful days
Will always come and go;
There is one thing we trust in-
There is one thing we know....

A better time is coming!

Even though the work is hard,
And praise from fellows few;
There is one thing we can remember,
One thing we can do...
Give thanks to God for health and job.

So push on friends and do your best
And so give praise to God;
For thankful children shall be blest
With Peace, and not the rod.

Give thanks to God!
After all, counting your blessings
IS more fun than crying about what you don't have!
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
If a bad attitude is keeping you down, give thanks to God instead for the blessings you have. :)
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amahlala

Sleep

Yesterday...I watched the sunset from my window,
Soft pinks and oranges fanning the sky,
Shades of indigo, violet and black creeping through.
The stars began to shine and the moon,
Pale and wan began its climb upwards.

Nonsense words crept through my mind,
Random thoughts taunting and teasing me,
Begging to come out and be released into the world,
I try to resist but the pull is too strong.

The artificial light from the lamp hurts my eyes,
Flame from the match to bring the candle,
Draws my thoughts further out,
Tempting me to ignore all else.

I stray into my mind, searching for the right words,
Begging my mind to let me finish and sleep,
I watch the minutes tick by on the clock,
Try as I might I fight to resist,
Damn it! Another sleepless night!
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
Insomnia Poem Attack
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ReaderOfSouls

Storms, Simple Storms

There was a time you believed
That nothing could happen to you
You were in a place, deep in a hole
So dark that you could not see

Everyday the rain won't fall
The sun will come out and shine on us all
There's a light at the end for you, my friend
So take it from me, the storm will someday end

So much has changed inside your heart
We can tell it's tearin' you apart
We share your pain and feel your hurt
But holy water cleanses the dirt

There's a light at the end for you, my friend
Take it from me, the storm will someday end

The sun is gonna shine and the rain won't fall
The storm is going to pass

Oh, take it from me
The storm will someday end.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
For a friend who is going through a rough time.
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