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Mine heart and spirit doth weep
For its soulmate it doth seek
Ages and ages it hath roamed
Seeking for its forever earthly home

Always being hid in the dark
Wishing for its love upon the stars
The moon comes and leaves again
And the sun shines and sets on the glen

Fog hides the shadows by night
While dewdrops glitter in the morning light
Like little diamonds and pearl strings
Delicate and lacy like butterfly wings

Waiting and waiting for the one to come
The one and only true love
The pain at times more than I can bear
Heart aching and eyes wet with tears

Forever being told when the time is right
When the stars are aligned in the night
I will know when I will see my loved one’s face
That my heart and soul is in the right place

Oh! All ye Poets on this earth,
ply the ink with emotions worth,
pen poetic voice constantly anew
from a spirit that lives in Heaven too,
thereby scents of 'Elysian Fields' consume
to converse with stars and lunar moon,
scribe powered words, oft thunderous,
balanced by lilting charms most wondrous,
e'er mimic the whispering waves of leaves,
for each readers eyes so to please
'neath the blushing skies subtle tinted,
meander amongst the Musk Rose scented,
for this flowering beauty e'er has got
a perfume, that ties the lovers knot,
loitering where the nightingale sing
fond lyrics, that lovers together bring
in a blaze of melodious and rare truth,
no syllable written harsh nor uncouth,
just ink bound scribed divinities,
revealing love in all its mysteries.

why did you lie
You know, you made me cry
With you, I really did give it a try
Why did you say, all was ok
You said I was number one, in your heart
why did you lie
I told you, you're breaking my heart
You said you were sorry
You wouldn't do it again
Why did you lie
We had so many laughs
We were like two little kids
Dancing a jig
You said we make a good team
You kissed me so lovingly
Why did you lie
You text me every day
Always wanting to go out and play
I gave you me all
I asked you to not let me fall
You continued, to have your own private ball
Tell me, why did you lie
This evening, you didn't return my texts
I knew you were with her again
Why did you lie
You said you, lost your phone
I should trust you
Why did you lie
I would rather be alone
You told me, you were A God-fearing Christian man
Why did you lie
Not going to waste my time, saying goodbye
I'm gonna have a good cry,
Put this all behind me,
I deserve a man who doesn't lie

Traditional poetry has rhyme and metre
Which determines the way it is composed
These features make it a simple matter
In distinguishing such poetry from prose

A lot of writing now is in free verse
Where the main focus is on the content
The thing that now really matters the most
Is true capture of the poet's intent

Some free verse strive for a sense of metre
By carefully managing line layout
Some focus on painting a word picture
For that's what their poetry is all about

Prose rich in sentiment and imagery
Can also be rewritten as free verse
Would it then be described as prose poetry
Or should it be labelled poetic prose

What new poetry forms will the future grow
It's time alone that will give the answer
For poets may come and poets may go
But poetry shall continue forever

Another cold night sitting at the edge of my bed?
I'm surrounded by these things I want but they have no substenance
Can I download happiness or does it plug into my walls
What is the point of autonomy when a little button does it all
Because what I need feels the same as breathing
Like when I look to the west and Im California dreaming
So I made some plans the rest I left to chance
But most of all it was due to event circumstance
Every day I try to make sense and understand
When all I need is to feel my heart inside your hand
But then you took my beating flesh and ripped it out
Shoving a fist full of shit back down my mouth
Ive ate enough of it before to not mind the taste
Its something like bitter sweetness but hold the grace
Then I searched myself laying back down on my bed
I realize this to will pass and the sun will shine again

An ancient story
from the emerald isle
the jewel of every
Irish heart treasured
unwrapping it's beauty
waves of green
descent a
world over
spilling onto
the streets
like a tidal wave

Core of our ancestors
plucking them straight
from the ground
a little scarce
this year
gathering myself
a right
glorious bunch

Taking them home
a feeling
of great pride
as I wash them clean
plucking dead
ones out
putting the cleaned shamrocks
in a glass
as taught down
from my guardian parents

Come our saints day
I will have a massive
great bunch
knowing i could
sell a big chunk
to a few friend smiling
with spare ones
left at home
depending on
the demand
laughing out loud

With reverence
to our great
Saint Patrick
on our day
of green
who banished
the serpents
from our soil

His story
is truly magical
amongst the Irish
sparkling shamrocks
the blessed trinity
a tale of lore
he appeared
in Tir Na Og
meaning in English
land of forever young

Our true Irish flag
is the harp and shamrock
dating back to the Fianna
warriors of a king
he is Paddy
and i am one
very proud patron

On this wave
of green rises
for our great Saint
raising my glass
three cheers
drowning Paddies shamrock
in good style
hail glorious
Saint Patrick

In frenetic state, my abused soul,
Hearts frantic pace, cannot be slowed,
She causes me to lose control,
Most certain, system overload!
Love, dormant passion she ignites,
With eyes and soft word she incites,
Signals crossed and to her delight,
Me made to suffer sleepless night!
I dream awake and further slip,
Her lovely smile, the fuller lip,
They dampen efforts to restrict,
So parts malfunction; components, chip.
No emergency stop, no fail-safe,
No thing to distract or fill space,
None blessed as her with comely shape,
And none so gifted, hearts to break.
Now see how the whole system surges,
Heart a-flutter, primal urges,
This too intense, may short the circuits,
Love unrequited, bitter, worthless!
So I must look and find solution,
Troubleshoot for resolution,
Incompatible driver reinstall,
In need of system overhaul!
w.b. JS

New Orleans Voodoo queen
traveling through my mirror
slipping naked between my sheets
cafe-au-lait mahogany dream
lost in the blackness of her hair
vastness in her hips
beautiful hands roll the bones
amulets and whispers that moan
exotic sultry secrets from ruby lips
trembling shaking emerald trinkets...

Casting her spell of gris-gris and charms
wind comes, clouds gather around her arms
One drink of her potion I am paralyzed
candlelight dancing in deep black eyes
gaze of the screech owl and vampire bat
crows fly, cats cry and dogs howl
soon I will be among the walking dead
she the master her needs to be fed...

She shakes her fist I begin to dance
beguiling teasing me with child-like innocence
stealing my soul with only a glance
a woman unlike any I have ever seen
the daughter of voodoo
and she is a queen...

Its wabbit season
No! Its duck season, SHOOT! BANG!
Of coarse you know this means war

deliverance of my strength
rising up to the melody
of my weakness
confidence and robust trust
with you I am melted
reduced to the submission
of my indomitable will
relentlessly yet yielding
into the claws of your dominance

impaired and restrained
I am swimming
in the wilderness of obscurity
with the intensity of abominable
and injurious apathy
I am, for once, dwindling
in the plight of the wind
dignity and pride escape me
but not losing sight
of the last drop of hope
I will hang unto

and as the seagulls
fly over me one more time
halfway buried
in the arid heat of the sand
as their eyes pierce me
with disdain and contempt
advancing towards my harmed
and languid body
I will not laugh, nor will I cry
but stand on my last ounce of force
shout back...

"is this all you've got?"

and while bleeding halfway to death
I will not give up!!

I will gather back all my strength
and with my fist curled up to the sky
believing one last time-

this is my one and only life..
only me can save me
from my own self destruct
and with the choirs of the angels
I rise up
with my will intact
never to lose this battle
I will fight back

because...

my strength is unbroken
my hope is unyielding
my love is forgiving
and I...am still standing
fighting, with all my strength
until my last breath is charged

there is no other way.