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sophiasummer

The little Coat

I could only stand within the shallows

Was I secretly looking in?

Creeping Walls of total deceit
Crawling upon his feet
as the hammers of "Pink Floyd"
threw their fury

Sirens screamed
Intense of Dogs
they howled
A crawl place to a brief moment of security
Unaware alone at 8

Wrapped warm with a tiny hat
just finding bread
Cant close my coat, no buttons left

Its okay I feel the road with worn out shoe
I still
will find what people look for

My mama needs me as does my pa
hes in this fighting war you know

I am the one to help them survive

Yet

The world was at war

Hands clasped so hard against his ears

Shaking little body

So silent thinking

"this has to go away!"


"I want to go out and play,

please"

Finding crumbs of bread around him
a scraping of his fingers dutifully pocketed
running in to the silence
to a home no more

With fires burning people crying
along his street he ran

A hand reached out and grabbed him
tears flowed upon his face

something so beautiful, bad and so wrong

Had gone

"best you come with me young boy"

Scrunching the bread stuck inside his pocket
He knew he was alone.

Anger reaped through out his body

tears to no one fell,
just a lasting look of ramshackled death was layed within his eyes.

At 14 my grandfather ran away to sea.
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Suppose I am in nostalgia mode, my grandad. :) He was a great sailor round cape horn!

I do think towards how his life was many years before. I have his stories, I am glad happy that he shared them with me. But then I was so inquisitive! To ask and sit with wonderment yet sadness. Soph.
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mcradloff

American Idol

Keith Urban
Niki Minaj
Randy Jackson
Mariah Carey
These are the judges for this season 12 of American Idol
Who will get cut?
Who will cry?
Who will make a million dollars?
Who will be forgotten?
There's been Kelly Clarkson
Clay Aiken, Ruben Studdard, Carrie Underwood
Taylor Hicks, Jordin Sparks, David Cook
Adam Lambert, Scotty McCreery, Phillip Phillips
There been other winners too
What is my favorite song from the show?
Clay Aiken's Invisible
A close second is Kelly Clarkson's A Moment Like This
What is my favorite cover?
Adam Lambert's Mad World by Tears for Fears
I didn't even know that song existed before he sang it
My second favorite cover is Blake Lewis'
You Should Be Dancin by the Bee Gees
Who was the hottest contestant?
My pick would be Ryan Starr from season 1
Who is my favorite bad singer?
Mary Roach for her disturbed reaction to the judges
I miss Simon Cowell
I miss Paula Abdul a lot
What will Niki Minaj say next?
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
I have been watching this show since it's beginning in 2002. I guess my real appeal to the show is seeing the bad singers get ripped by the judges. Last night Charlie Askew really got a major ripping by all the judges, but Niki Minaj was especially harsh with her comments about his earring, ponytail, and showing his muscles. He walked off the stage, that doesn't happen, I felt for him. The song he picked wasn't bad either, Mama by Genesis.
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shadow1950

African Skies

African Skies

I hark to freer days of childhood
Life simplicity in itself
days of laughter, of playing in the sand
so so soft and fine
golden white sands from the coral reefs
sparkling, dazzling bright
Staring into coral pools at Tide's ebb
Beautiful rainbows of fish
endless darting, sea cucumbers sleepily still
a child's total delight
coconut palms wave gently in the salty breeze
scale them I tried in vain
inland to the vast savanna's teeming with life
tall grasses the lion hid
a wondrous baobab tree reaching up for the sky
look it grew upside down
for all the world to see, branches like roots
beware the croc log
hippo's snorting, noise vibrating as they plunge
then resurface amidst bubbles
all these wonders through child's eyes seen
Africa my heart you have still
I tell you what my friends, I swear to you
blindfold me, put me to sea
around twenty nautical miles or so
and I would know alone
by the vibrant scents of rich earth and spices
that I am back there
near heart's home, the East African coast
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
walking in childhood memories
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SosiBqiUJTM
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mcradloff

Cheap Golf

There is a golf course 13 miles away from me
It's called Cole Acres
I went there in October a few years back
I went to the house that was close to the clubhouse
I asked the owner how much for golf
He said 15 bucks and all the golf you can play with a cart
I played four rounds on this nine hole course
It has a layout of pars like this
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
5 4 3 4 4 3 5 4 4
There is one pond by the right side of the 9th fairway
I played one round from the women's teebox
I played one round with a 7 iron all shots
Just like in the movie Tin Cup
I tried to play one round with just a putter
My arms got tired so I gave up on that idea
The last round I played a shot from just off the green
It was getting dark by then
That round lasted about 15 minutes
Just me and the golf course all to myself
In golf the cheaper the course the more elbow room you have
Especially in October
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
I haven't been able to golf as much as I like lately. I paid for one round last year and got three from family and a friend. I used to be his big buddy and now he sells cell phones and is making something like five grand a month, probably more now. All I know is he makes more than teachers make, and in my book, that's a lot!
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shadow1950

Living in Africa

In 1958 we went to Dodoma
there's a sleepy place
on the outskirts we lived
nightly, rubbish bins scatted
as big cats and hyenas scavenged
Leopards living a mile away
250 yards only or so then
straight into the bush
mangoes growing in our garden
yummy as you bit down on one
a flood of nectar down your chin
on safari often we would go
canvas so thick it weighed a ton
ridge poles six inches thick
nightly, lions prowled and roared
send icy shivers down our spines
guns we had and knew how to use them
sheaf knife always at your waist
by age of ten I could gut and skin a deer
this was survival at the edge
as meat was only airlifted in once a month
cattle too riddled with pests and T.B for us to eat
monsoons, oh that rain like 7 tubs of bath water
dumped on your head at once
dry parched earth suddenly a river 2-3 inches deep
poor little birds lying stunned under the trees
yet 30 minutes later after it ceased, the earth
once more parched and dry, crumbly in our hands
all this and so much more
was my childhood play ground
ah Africa, Sweet Sweet Africa
I love you still, and always will
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
more childhood memories
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shadow1950

Dar es Salaam Harbour (acrostic

Dar es salaam harbour acrostic

Dar harbour full of teeming life
A mass of colourful ships and boats
Radiant do your waters gleam

Each wave gently lapping the shore
Sails fluttering in the breeze

Slowly yet violently the yachts jib
As they sail and tack against the wind
Loud blast out the ships horns
As the tugs pilot them to sea or dock
And the gulls screech diving in their wakes
Many colourful dhows sail in to moor

Hot breezes on my face
As midday temperatures soar
Raising our sails we float
Bringing our bows into the wind
Out to sea we are headed
Under full sail we skim the waves
Ready for what ever adventures await
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
a continuation of my childhood in East Africa I am doing a blog including these poems in it
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john17021984

The Lighthouse

In years gone by, sailing ships faced difficulties in navigating
Around reefs near coastal towns. At first they would use hand
Flamed torches to see their way to the shore, but this was too
Slow and hazardous as many ships had come to grief due to poor
Judgement. Times changed and bonfires where lit to warn seafarers
About dangerous reefs surrounding land areas. And then on moonlit
Nights Mooncussers came out to ravage and rob ships of their
Cargo and money, Those land pirates would operate in well
Organised gangs and wait till ships slowed down before launching
Attack. This went on for quite a while till the idea of a lighthouse
Was conceived. The early lighthouses would use paraffin oil or spirits
To create a flame for firing, then a reflective mirror was added to
Throw the light further out into the sea. As the years passed
Electricity was discovered, and these lighted cyclopses are
Now serving ships so much better. Today the lighthouse is very
Important for navigating ships around reefs and some of them are
Also out to sea, to help the shipping in avoiding lots of serious
Disasters. They never make the front page news, but they are silent
Sentinals standing there to save lives and protect all concerned.
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
This is a true story and it tells of how ships were protected from running aground on on hazardous reefs near coastal ports, it is called....
"The Lighthouse"
Editor: Marikia
Written: 5 February 2013
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shadow1950

Wheel of Time

Yesterday's now long gone
never can return
just a brief passing moment
in the relentless march of time

today we live, laugh and love
share precious moments
all far too brief
while the wheel of time turns

what could tomorrow bring?
if the veil was lifted?
would we be any wiser
could things have been altered

alas its not for us to know
we have our yesterdays
with all the mistakes made
today we live with what was done
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
endless but unchangable
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sophiasummer

My dying Orpheus

To be chased amongst the waves
to only pray the sands are near

dripping souls so wasted
within the wreck
of booms
silently folding to the sea

the roar of untimed

curses melting to the weed

no silent stay
would be upon

the wretched gulping
water to breath

of shoes a lonely float
glistening rings

befell
the journey
to the bar

of grasping sands

train wreck sounds
hollow the squalls

which man shall be succumbed
slipping creaking

I looked

no floating cargo
but smashed and lonely

winds carried me away

The west called
amongst the bush i crawled

a silent cargo
i stayed
I built
I never forgot

and here I shall

live amongst my plot
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Posted: Mar 2013
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Unknown

Strange day

My soul melted away
in the twilight of such day
as the sigh of silk
is ripped the soul!
As in the giddy waltz
has turned earth
the day is gone
the night has come
in the dreams I wander
among the stars and the moon
on the dark earth
embraced the dreams alone!
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Posted: Mar 2013
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