I Light My Way - By George Sivetidis

I Light My Way 

You know that I,
Couldn't find my way back home,
Set in stone,
All that went wrong,
Oh child,
Carry on.

But I pray,
To myself,
To find another,
Reason to touch life,
Alone on a lost road,
Alone on a lost road,
I light my way,
I light my way.


- Written by: George Sivetidis

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Card To My Mother - By Lamar Cole

Card To My Mother

It was on a September morning.
My mother passed away.
God called her home.
He called her home to stay.
With every sunrise, I see her face.
In my heart, no one can take her place.
Christmas is coming.
It is so very near.
Bringing thoughts of my mother.
Whom I miss so dear.
So I'm sending a card to Heaven.
It floats upon my prayer.
One day in Heaven dear mother.
We will all have Christmas there.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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The Welcome - By Craig Gardner

The Welcome

Welcome to the land that is not so far away
Where the mountains sing and the dead leaves unruly play
Where the dark skinned toddlers, shyly clothed
Amuse themselves ignorantly in the thrashing fields
Brimming with mystery and rustic enchantment
Gallantly chasing the whistling
That the sage wind so gracefully yields
Welcome brothers to the land where the noble settlers
Once skipped so gingerly through its vast expanse
Hunting in packs to defend this misunderstood place
Against the ruthless, unnatural invader
From the land of legend and tales to far away
Welcome sisters to the land where the poplar grow
In its scattered abundance
Its fiery Autumn shedding, gilds the tranquil
Waters of its inseperable soul mate
With a splendour or orange and gold.
Welcome venerable wanderers to the land
Where demented apparitions guard their Former white towers
The creative mind strolling in secluded graveyards
Pining for the love ones they have left behind
Welcome one and all to the place where the Celestial giants
brilliantly carry on in their heavenly games
The regal spectacle viewing
on the black screen of the astral drive-in
For the simple traveller
Bewitched by the allure of mother earths diamond in the rough
Welcome to the Karoo!


- Written by: Craig Gardner

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The free world is burning - By Craig Gardner

The free world is burning

Can you smell that?
It’s the smell of burning flesh
On the pyres of democracy.
O! Capitalists unite!
In the face of chaos
All men turn to animals.
In arenas of fame and fortune
Imposter gladiators wave their plastic swords;
Cheered on by their slaves
Who have known no other life.
Born into a world of hypocrisy
And faceless gods.
O! Capitalists unite! O! Capitalists unite.
The free world is burning.
Your free world is burning.


- Written by: Craig Gardner

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Prayer - By Harry McKeown

Prayer

Life passes underneath
the grit beneath my feet,
easier than it should.

Rain drips down my brow
as the fog lifts away from
sprinting thoughts.

As if the beads of sweat are
life's burdens,
my mind clears as the taste of
blood returns
and a deep mist bellows from my lungs.

The place I go to,
without hiding,
where nobody can find me.
Thoughtless yet mindful.
Deep solitude amongst
passing cars, spray painted postboxes
and abandoned trolleys.

Where the leaves crunch,
twigs crack and the tarmac
is a black lake set against
rows of false trees.

Never running away, as
no such place exists.
There's nowhere to run to
and nothing to run from
except myself.



- Written by Harry McKeown

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What is love? - By Topher Alionto

What is love?

Love is like a delicate bird,
If you hold it tightly it dies.
If you hold it lightly, it’s sure to fly
Away Right in front of your eyes
Love is like a rainbow,
That falls far away into a pot of gold.
We find ourselves searching
But the adventure can surely become old.
Love is a story,
Awaiting to be told,
Love is a river,
Flowing between the hill
Gentle and calm, current almost still.
Love is a rushing water fall
With tremendous currents busting at freewill
Love is the definition of triumph
The synonym of pain
The joy of a broken heart
To know that you once loved
The sorrow of a young woman
Who’s spirit never rose above.
Love is the warmth
You feel from your glove.
It is the battle of your life
That only few seem to win
And the majority that seems to lose
Never wants to begin again
You’ll never know love
Until you experience it both ways
The joy and happiness
And also the horrible sad days
Don’t Love?
No don't Love Two,
But Love One who always Loves YOU


- Written by: Topher Alionto

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STOLEN HEART - By Sylvia Salima

STOLEN HEART

In his eyes I saw my future,
In his tone I found love,
In his kindness I found hope,
In every day his thought haunted me more,
In my heart a blend of love formed,
In my head the thought scared me like a trapped animal,
I had to fight my conscience which fought between itself,
The decision to make was intriguing,
The step to take was like a dug grave,
Mixed emotions, Poor choices,
Like a thief I vanished,
A mending heart was all he was left with.........


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE MAN ON THE BENCH - By Sylvia Salima

THE MAN ON THE BENCH

At the same spot he sits, A tiny bench is his usual spot,
A book on his hand, His mind at a far,
The same spot, The same time,
His heart seems desperate, His eyes glance at a particular spot,
She passes he blinks, She falls: he helps,
His lips are sealed, His pale face glows,
He walks away speechless, Then he turns:
I always wait for you.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE DAILY CYCLE - By Sylvia Salima

THE DAILY CYCLE

Sometime we dont want to look for the one we love:
We hope they find the path towards us,
Sometime you wish your best friend was there to hold your hand in time of the rough patches:
Only to find strangers circumnavigating your life,
Sometime we choose the path we think its right:
Only to realize it doesnt feel right,
Sometime we cry tears of people who within us are treasures:
Only to realize they never valued any drop nor were they worth:
In the end sometimes forms most part of our lives:...


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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MY PAST - By Sylvia Salima

MY PAST

As mush as I love you,
This is the end of the road:
You became my past when you used to be my present:
You became my torture when you used to be my inspiration:
You became unknown when I used to read your mind:
I knew every bone of you: I knew your heart:I knew your soul:
You are my love: you are my past...


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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FORFEIT PRAYERS - By Sylvia Salima

FORFEIT PRAYERS

The ringing phone:
The mysterious caller:
The deep silence
No one speaks on the other end:
Deep down I have the feeling;
Deep down I wish it was his:
Nevertheless: I was a lost memory to him:
I should move on: But my heart holds back:
I should stay strong but his thoughts keeps me weak:
A response in the other end: A voice far from what I thought:
My sunken heart: My unaswered prayers:
My imagination was getting the best of me:....


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE GOLDEN BRACELET - By Sylvia Salima

THE GOLDEN BRACELET

The bracelet at hand,
The bracelet of memories,
The roses that resemble my happiest memories,
The gold coated that reminds me of the faded times,
I wear it with pride,I wear it as a sign of reminder,
What was then,What was to be after ,and what is:
All floaded :All swept like the sand:
The better ,gone :The best is to come:
The bracelet that withheld it all:



- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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SECONDS - By Sylvia Salima

SECONDS

I saw her smile,she seemed happy,
I saw him wink ,he seemed in love,
I walked by,I looked depressed,
How could I loose love in a second.
I saw her with a ring ,she was engaged,
I saw him kneel he was proposing,
I looked keenly,to make sure it sunk in my mind,
I lost my best friend,I lost my love,I lost both in a second.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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Hand - Greg Cameron

Hand

The evening has not been all
it might have been disappointment hangs in the air
the moment itself seems to yawn
I'm out of tricks
but still we play cards
you smile, knowing you have an unbeatable hand
I bluff, knowing full well
you won't buy it
but I am, as always, killing Time
-but Time won't die
the table awaits no supper
I pull up another card
but it's no winner
the shadows are watching
the ceiling looks down on our hands
I wish I could throw away the cards
-a Joker flying straight in your face-
I'd cry,"it's not a game!"
you smile and hold your cards
close to your chest
the evening is not getting younger
but it looks like we'll be here
a long, long Time,
me playing for Time
you playing with Time
holding and smiling
as if to say,
"I've got you right where I want you. We're going nowhere.
Let's go there together
and we'll find out who the real winner is...."
the room's emptiness spreads all about
casting a blanket on all and
catching no one's
breath....


- Written by: Greg Cameron, Poem, Oct., 2011, Surrey, B.C., Canada

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Enough - Jessica Parker

Enough

Feel this moment,
breathe it in,
life is just about to begin,
I cannot hear a thing,
my ears, all they do is ring.
I can’t say I like you much,
though I wish it could be as such.
When you hold me,
do you see the way I flinch,
It’s subtle and simple, not even an inch.
You tear me down,
you push me around,
you’re ripping my soul,
leaving a big black hole.
My heart is far gone,
I pour it out into a song,
nothing I’ve done,
deserves to have no one,
no love or affection,
I shouldn’t let you in,
stop breaking my heart,
you’ve done this from the start,
it’s like my wrist is in a handcuff,
I think I’ve had enough.


- Written by: Jessica Parker


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If only we stood back - By Katie

If only we stood back

Everything is beautiful
Everything in life
Yet sometimes it seems
The lives we lead
Mask beauty that's so rife

The birds, the bees
The sound of the trees
Nature so pure and tender
Ever so green
Yet covered by our lives

If only we stood back
If not for a moment
Forgot where life might lead
And remembered "what will be will be"

If only we stood back


- Written by: Katie

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PRAYER - By Lanny Wafer

PRAYER

Clearer venture lies ahead
Gone is doubt fear and dread
Alone brave unlike the past
Self preservation now at last
Protected by Father heaven above
Bathed in goodness lost in love
Still searching for one true love
Send the angel peace like a dove


- Written by: Lanny Wafer

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Time - By Steven Michael Hilling

Time

Time passes us by so fast
Each time we blink our eyes, it becomes our past.
Time is running away like a freight train
Leaving behind on its tracks, sorrow and pain.
Time changes a healthy person into a frail human being
Leaving them limited in doing certain things.
Time changes the color of our hair
our skin is no longer smooth or fair
Time has a season for everything
A time to be born, a time to die,
A time to weep and a time to sing.
Time robs us of our father or mother sister or brother.
One day we will answer God’s final roll call
then time will end  for us all.
One day the last breath will be drawn from you and I
As we softly whisper our last goodbye.
God created time at the beginning of creation
He will end it at the end of Revelation
For every child, woman and man
God holds time in the palm of his hand
Time changes our seasons each year
We adore each one so dear
Time changes the leaves on the trees
And the waves on the sea
If I could turn back the hand of time
There would not be any hate or crime
As children we were told
Time turns young into old
God will roll back the curtain of time one day
To show us our eternal home in its fine array
Time takes no holiday
It passes quickly by night and day.


- Written by: Steven Michael Hilling

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ONAM in GODS OWN COUNTRY - By Chulliyil

ONAM in GODS OWN COUNTRY

It is the day of Onam
I would like to write a poem
Celebrated in the Gods Own Country
Right from common people to manthri
Familes make yummy dishes
And this is one of my wishes
Floral decorations in front of the home
I can’t wait for this day to come
Avial, kalan, Olan, Ellisheree
Sambhar, pappad, pickle and pulianjee
The final feast ends with a payasam
Semia or Adda that you will like to have some.
The feast is mostly vegetarian
Neither egg nor any non-vegetarian
Drumsticks is used in most of the dish
In Avial, Sambhar and every other food you wish
Makes your lunch delicious
And the hospitality is mostly gracious
You will go home with a pot belly
For sure, I am not talking silly.


- Written by: Chulliyil

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THE MOMENTS - By Sylvia Salima

THE MOMENTS
 
The wind that fades my tears
 
may it fade your pain
 
The stars that brighten my life
 
may they brighten your path
 
The clouds that overshadow my weakness
 
may they overshadow your enemies
 
The love that is sincer in my heart
 
may it heal the wounds I caused.
 
 
- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE NIGHTMARE - By Sylvia Salima

THE NIGHTMARE
 
Am living a life full of pain
 
Am living a life full of lies
 
Am living a life towards destruction
 
Am living a life full of pretence
 
A life :not from my heart,
 
A life far from my thought
 
A nightmare it is.
 
 
- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE COCOON AND THE SUN AT NOON - By JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA

THE COCOON AND THE SUN AT NOON

Our life is a mere illusion
We are under incredible delusion
The sun neither sets in  the west
Nor does it rise in the east
The earth seems to be standing
The Sun looks is it were moving
The star we see is not there
It has gone afar
We think  as though we live for ever
We hate our very neighbour
And neglect even our life giver
How do we feel when the earth does tremor?
We may climb the Mount Everest
Can we stop any tempest?
We might have set our foot on the moon
Before God we are like a baby in its with a spoon
Unless we come out of our cocoon
We will never see the brightness of the Sun at noon


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA

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EMOTIONS - Sylvia Salima

EMOTIONS

An island is what I left behind

A treasure is what I conquered ahead

The tears enrolled were to much to bear

the broken souls kept rigging through my mind

The  trust withheld I lost it all

the pride I had faded like the watery paint

In a life time I had it all: in a minute I lost it through the drain

I had to leave: I had to move on

To greener pastures  that were like an oasis to many eyes foreseen.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE STRANGER - By Sylvia Salima

THE STRANGER

I reply to a hidden love: I reply to the rhythmic song in my mind

The blooming flowers: the brighter skies

I met a stranger who was an angel in disguise

An overwhelming heart: an enduring soul

A stranger on my path: A stranger of showering blessing

A stranger of peace: A stranger of love

The world belongs to us both when the stranger passes by.


- Written by:  Sylvia Salima

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THE ENTAILING WINDS - By Sylvia Salima

THE ENTAILING WINDS

The winds are cold: the warm air keeps me warm

My heart is broken; my eyes are dry

Like a shadow your image disappears from my sight

Like a crack the wounds keep getting greater

The cold breeze of pain: the cold breeze of misery

The winds that blow away my sorrow

the winds that blow you out of my heart.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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SHATTERED BEAUTY - By Sylvia Salima

SHATTERED BEAUTY

You are a rose,only with thorns

You are a beauty only dimmed by lies

you are a jewel only to be  admired

I should list it all:but my heart has hidden it all

Blinded by love cant walk away:

a stagnant swamp is what I became

A rose that pricks the good is what you are:

with nothing is what the hopeless are left with

You are the rose that turned my life into a bush.


- Written by:  Sylvia Salima

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HOME - By Sylvia Salima

HOME

My face seems brighter: my heart seems heavy

My wounds seems to get deeper: my emotions seems to get hidden

I am tired : I feel like  I am in a never ending race

My tears are endless: my beauty seems to fade like a jug

Am done: am gone: am living in a house which does not: feel like home.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE VACUUM - By Sylvia Salima

THE VACUUM

At a  distance he Is" At a mile I run

His cold glance kills my soul

His phoney embrace makes me love him even more:

He became a stranger 'when he used to be my love

He became like a puzzle :complicated to uncover

Even at close" he's still at a distance

At a distance he is at a mile I run:

Towards a love that is vacuum in his eyes.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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VINAYAKA, the god of obstacles - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

VINAYAKA, the god of obstacles

Vinayaka is the son of parvathi
The Cosmic power and the evil destroyer
He lost his head In his supreme duty to his dear mother
And was put to death by Lord Shiva, his very father
The universe  saw the wrath of his mother
Lord  vinayaka became the first god in the hierarchical order
And became the head of gods
The creator of obstacles
If we workshop him with devotion
We will be saved from our commotion
His big belly is symbolic of the need for a great appetite
The long ears symbolize  the necessity to listen well
We should not always tell and yell
Mental powers are greater than physical features
The hand some and the beautiful
are always not the great creatures
The elephant is symbolic of strength and gentleness
Man is symbolic of intellectual greatness
May Lord Ganesha give all of us calmness!


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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Sunday - By Aneka B.

Sunday

Subtle tones of humidity in the air.
Neck tension catching on fire.
The window's telling stories.
The rain's playing hide and seek with the sun.

And everything stinks like false priorities.

To the majority at least.

Everybody's one last excuse before being buried alive.

The guilty following the carnival
To the big black house of redemption.

As the rest of us reduce our
Spirituality to Video Games and TV

In search of the same fulfillment.

Sunday.

The knives still stuck in all our backs.
We follow blindly.

One day to remember
What we do not have.
What we can\'t achieve.

Recruiting others.

Only the children,
In their abandonment,
Have left the masses
To honor the universe
And it's secrets.

So when we fiction
Our way to next Sunday
We might leave a friction
Up to fate. 




- Written by: Aneka B.

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Rise of Kin - By Darius Ng

Rise of Kin

Nature calls
It’s a new beginning
They lost the war
Change is pending.

We were never the kind
To be so out of line
But who knew-
We had it fine.

They always had their heads high.
Confidence? They said they were might.
But who knew-
They lied.

They were caged from the start
Couldn’t stop-

Smoking, drinking, gambling
They died.

Independence day-
A new meaning
For on this day
A new beginning

Change was inevitable
It was predictable
Nature set free
Man free-er.


- Written by: Darius Ng

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WHAT IF I HAD NEVER GROWN UP? - By Isha Chandaliya

WHAT IF I HAD NEVER GROWN UP?

those were the best days of my life
when i was unknown of the difference in six and nine!

how everyone pulled my cheeks
and i would innocently reply
"it hurts do it not plz"

how  everyone cared  about me only-father,sister mother
now not even a single is bothered.

that moment the difficult decision was to choose a crayon
what if i remained as a kid since i was born.

would talk only when class was silent,
and used to get amazing reaction TOTALLY VIOLENT

liked how everyone pampered
that affection at present, got hampered.

i were such an incorrigible and totally insane girl
oh! i wish i had never grown up!


- Written by: Isha Chandaliya

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LET GIRLS ARISE - By Isha Chandaliya

LET  GIRLS ARISE

who says girls are preferred to boys?
still infant girls are killed
thinking they will ruin the toys?
why do the parents not understand ?
that it is not her fault
if she is a girl
let her live
why for her own existence
she has to strive?
who knows a day may come when you may feel pride
certainly because of her you will be identified
history is full of such examples
KIRAN BEDI, BACHHENDRI PAL
KALPANA CHAWLA, SAINA NEHWAL


- Written by:  Isha Chandaliya

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I have seen... - By Nikhil Nath

I have seen...

I have seen the moon
loiter  by my window
in pensive quiet

I have seen the sun
open many a door
on the spreadeagled beach

I have seen rain
enter the domain of silence
to start up a chatter

Yet, your touch
remains elusive
for which I still yearn

in the future
of a pamphlet
 asking citizens

to rebel against order
against the tyranny
against the mutiny
of words for
the sake of love


- Written by: Nikhil Nath


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My Lovely Wife - By Chulliyil

My Lovely Wife

My lovely wife loves to cook
But she depends on her favorite book
That has all her favorite dishes
Which I would like to have as one of my wishes
She loves to cut vegetables
And spread all the delicious eatables
Nice and groovy on the table
And the tasty syrup from the maple
She loves to wear the colorful sari
And put on her makeup and bindi
She loves to comb her long hair
As we look lovely as a pair
She likes to go for fruit picking
On the rural towns bike riding
Or walking on the trails trekking
But sometimes taking the car by driving
The kids love to join her for fun
And carry all their bread and bun
We make sure that we have an early brunch
As it is too early to have our lunch
On weekends she loves to bond
Even though she is not legally blonde
She carries her little pup in her favorite bag
As I hate her if she dress up like a drag
I will praise my lovely wife
Whom I would give my life
She is nothing but my better half
As I make sure she does not cut me into half!!!

Here is my poetic gift on your day
Wish you a happy wonderful day
And best wishes on your birthday!
Dear honey
But you are interested only when I mint more money
Please make sure that you have a wonderful cake
Don’t worry if it takes too long to bake!
We can sit by the nearby Simcoe Lake!
As long as it takes!


- Written by: Chulliyil

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Weekend Trip - By Chulliyil

Weekend Trip

Fenlon falls or Sauble Falls!
Make sure you never have a fall
As you go and have a ball!
You also can visit the nearby mall!
Take a pick
Let us go out and have a kick
Let us make this weekend trip full of fun
As trips are meant to have lots of fun
Don’t make the trips too painful
That you have to run and look stressful
It is close to fall season
Make sure you have good reason
And more playtime with the kids
Will not bore you to bits
Enjoy the trips with family and friends
As they always say…
you will never get these days back….my Friend!


- Written by: Chulliyil

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THE UNKNOWN HEART - By Sylviah Salima

THE UNKNOWN HEART

I know a heart, I know a soul,
dear to my heart but at distance she is;
Like the rays she brightens,
like the cloud she darkens,
Like a lion she can pounce,
like a deer she looks calm,
I know a heart I know a soul
that blows my mind like a time bomb;
Though, she can love,
though she can hate,
at the end she hides it all,
I know a heart that is like the cold winds.


- Written by: Sylviah Salima 
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Cup Half Empty - By Scott Mitchell

Cup Half Empty

Feeling your presence, yet craving you near
Whispering to the moon, as if my lips on your ear
Irrational I’ve become, you have control of every part
No room for thoughts of other things,
you stole my mind, soul, and heart
Woman, reduce the incantation and stop eating me alive
A distance filled with emptiness, too far to hear my cries
To eat, rest, and work, all things of the past
Have mercy and fill this hungry void,
my heart is beating too fast
Dark beautiful eyes, touching the depths of my desire
I fell into some trap, as passion jolted trip wires
Unhinged I’ve become, from you I’ll never escape
But remove the bonds from my wrists,
cut through all of the tape
Distance my only adversary, even one inch is too far
I can’t rest until you’re near, my sky has only one star
Not much longer can I survive, this distance we keep
Always too many tomorrows,
next to you I should sleep.


- Written by: Scott Mitchell

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Nagging Nicole - By Chulliyil

Nagging Nicole

Nicole’s mom and dad are coming!
They will make sure she gets everything
The kids may get something
While I will get nothing!
Dad will sing tingle tingle ….
Nicole will jump and ready to jingle
Mom will be happy and ready to mingle
I will be out and again made single
I hope dad does not fall ill
As I am not sure what to do till……..
he is hale and healthy
And he is definitely very wealthy!
But he is always grumpy
I hope he is at least happy!
Dad and Nicole loves to watch TV
While I get abused by my biwi,
Mom will be busy making her usual snack,
While I have to watch always my back,
Nicole likes to give her usual nagging,
I don’t know how to keep her engaging
The kids always here her yelling
All we hear is the kids screaming
American idol is her favorite past time
And putting make up in her free time!
Her dad drinks and has a beer belly
She thinks my comments are very silly
She loves to nag and pick my every bone
But she looks hot like Sharon Stone
She pretends to look very simple
As she has face with cute dimple
I wish she could stop her nagging
As this will keep our relationship going!


- Written by: Chulliyil

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Home Sweet Home - By Chulliyil

Home Sweet Home

I miss my home …I miss my home
What can I do…so far away from home
Not easy to preach
Neither easy to reach
I miss my home!
Far away in my adopted land
As I stand alone on the sand
By the beaches of Wasagha …
Or living in town of Mississauga
The fleeting thoughts of my home
Does make me home sick
If I get to pick,
I wish I could do a trick,
To be in the confines of my sweet home
In the beautiful city of Bengaluru
Which I love to call Namooru!


- Written by: Chulliyil

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Impoverished... - By xtasy

Impoverished...

Tale of a Slum-Dweller

Hey,stop staring at me like a suspicious tiffin
u havent witnessed how these lips viciously stiffen,
enraged n wicked,poverty-weakened n grief stricken
i know the next morn ,they gon' demolish these slums
wat u inspectin?aint no secret to decipher,All these goods' Giffen

Term us 'social-pests' coz we lie,cheat,steal n still wail-mad?
Truth is ,even we jail-dread
i wont steal again even if i got a stale bread
Evil society rightly makes us trail-bad
so my brothers committin suicide even b'for they gray hair...

look there,u see some figures trembling in daze?
those bony faces,coughin kids shabbily raised?
On the floor-bed,eyes' gone red,feverish foreheads
breathe needs snorkel,shambling till base
thats my job,i got a family to raise...

a son,a father,a husband see i got lot of roles to play
How can i cope up with a life like a pot of holes wid no clay?
u feel their situation aint botherin me?
No!i got no tears coz i got no water in me
The mercy-monger in me prays their lives cut shorter indeed.

Is it worth being human,i curse from within
In this social building,we are mere precincts
Being treated so harsh by the same species..
I better be an animal,get slain, sell off my flesh..
Treat their miseries n send my kids off to a creche...


- Written by: xtasy

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Powerless - By Lee Woodward

Powerless

There it is,
That backwards flash of retrospective bliss
that allows you an insight into what went wrong,
When you started to care about her,
Noticed the way her hair rested on her forehead:
Chaotic and beautiful,
Like the poetry you dream of writing but seldom achieve.

She is the ideal,
And yet unattainable,
Her smile, a row of teeth that claim your heart
in sequence with every word they allow to pass.
But when will it stop?
When will your hand pass over the keyboard
without a sound that speaks of her?
When will the taps fade into absence, from her,
and those eyes that beg to be adored
simply because there is nothing in the world
as worthy of adoration -- when?
Will it be easy to disconnect and drive away thoughts of her,
with her dainty feet and earnest smile,
When she no longer features in your weekly routine?
Can you imagine not seeing her again?

No.
She is the coffee you must not drink,
Because you know that she will awaken you
to a happiness you are not permitted,
Simply because you met her later than somebody else,
who is good and equally worthy.
But how your eyes look into hers with hope,
And how her gaze returns with such glorious promise,
Still astounds you.

You have never wanted to dance as much as when sat beside her,
Because your feet never felt as connected to your mind
as when trapped in her infinite gaze.

Understanding is an island that sits on the horizon,
Taunting you with it's proximity while you silently muse.

"Does she see me here as I watch, mesmerized by her existence?
Does she understand that the hope she has promoted
for requirement is overshadowed by the fear of her departure?"

Is this the pain and glory of which the everyday voices
consistently dream when attempting to convey love?
If it is, then I fear for those that ask such questions,
As I know of no answers for such passion,
And neither do the gentle hands of time.


- Written by: Lee Woodward

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WITHOUT YOU - By @encryptedshahbaz

WITHOUT YOU

Seraphim of my delusions...
How is life without you...?
What is life without you...?
O, seraphim of my delusions...
Without you life is a n ineffectual land..
Full of melancholy…
Without you life is a vacant ocean..
Where love bears no implication..
O, seraphim of my delusions..
Without you the days are longer than years...
Without you the nights are longer than eons..
The moment I feel you are near..
My heart begins to cheer..
Passion engulfs me and takes me
To a land of pure ecstacy..
Where the audience bell peals
With an alluring sound
Where the ethereal firmaments are love bound...
Where the beauty is born of mute…insensate things..
Where love feels like
Some inexplicable feelings..
O, seraphim of my delusions
Never leave me in isolation.
Without you love is obsolete...
Without you life is extinct...


- Written by: @encryptedshahbaz

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Never - By Jenny M.

Never

You will never know how much you hurt me
When you left that day
You will never know the pain you put me through
When you started to doubt my love for you
You will never know how much you made me cry
For not being there when I needed you
You will always keep doing your things,
without caring about me
Because in reality all your lies were excuses
Your excuses were a way to hide your feelings
I think you will never understand
that your words were more than words
They were lethal to the heart
They were thorns so sharp
It’s something that will take time to heal
But never impossible to forget.


- Written by: Jenny M.

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The Little Girl In Me - By Brenda G. Partridge

"The Little Girl In Me"

The little girl in me,
feels oh' so very happy,
well loved without one responsibility!
That's the little girl in me!
She often think about how sweet
and easy life used too be!
That's the little girl in me!
The little girl in me,
still believes in fairly tales,
wishing wells,
blowing out my birthday candlers,
and dreams come true!
That's the little girl in me.
The little girl in me imagination is so wide,
it's deeper than the deep blue sea.
That's the little girl inside of me,
She will never let me forget what life was like,
being a little girl growing up in a big world.


- Written by: Brenda G. Partridge-Brown

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Yes - By Lee Woodward

Yes

If I could jump to where you now lay,
Pass a hundred Satellites along the way,
A billion TV screens would broadcast my dreams for us.
If I could dig a tunnel directly to your door--
cut through molten rock, and cross the earth's core--
The ground would move for every person
And the world would dance for us.
If life with you is a question,
My answer is yes.


- Written by: Lee Woodward

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Stardust - By Ian McEwan

Stardust

I always wonder who I am.
I wonder if I am the man.
The stardust shines out in the the light.
Were all connected, we are one.
As we sit below the sun.

In this life we're all connected.
Never ever feel rejected.
I've always searched to find someone.
We all sit underneath the sun.

Sometimes it shines and then it dies.
I never understood the why.
I lost them now they all have died.
I never understood the why.

The stardust it will never die.
As it flies around the sky.
We are all one, we all can fly, and in this life we'll never die!
Remember this, its not just fun, it is all true you are the one!


- Written by: Ian McEwan

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That Old Runaway Train Of Thought - By Lee Woodward

That Old Runaway Train Of Thought

I thought I saw you the other day…
I lost my mind (it ran away).

I searched the world through memories,
Through picnic blankets and chestnut trees,
I ran across moonlit sand dunes,
Your palm gripped tight in mine.
I tasted swordfish steak and cayenne peppered oysters,
Then mulled the meaning of wine,

But, still, I found myself lost; failed to locate my mind.

Instead, I saw the heartache of several sunsets combine,
then rise as one beyond that dusty old blind of yours,
The one I gazed through all of those mornings
when I couldn’t sleep
Through fear of snoring:
All of those mornings when I didn’t mind
Because you were mine to keep

And though I haven’t seen my mind since then,
I miss it every day.
It only dreamt of you at night and kept waking dreams at bay.


- Written by: Lee Woodward

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DREAM - By Navarro, Chino Jose

DREAM

Lets all look up into the sky and dream
See that everything as not as it may seem
Look left and right and see it all mine
Mine to take and as I diligently try to find
The path that sets my course to the direction
When I see myself as in my imagination
The king of the world right here on earth
No certain fate is given to us since birth
We make the rules and the opportunities
And take everything as an exciting challenge
That would release us from all these bondage
As we all were destined to fly high in the sky
All we have to do is, be sure to give it a try
As we finally see a sudden glimpse of light
We know that we are now a step away from bliss
A transition into reality of our heart felt dreams


- Written by: Navarro, Chino Jose

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Wonder - By Jennifer Wood

Wonder

How can the outside world be so beautiful.
When my life is in peril.

How can I be called beautiful.
When I feel ugly inside.

How can their be light.
When I am in the dark.

How can I put up this protective wall up.
When I want to curl up and cry.

How can you still love me.
When I don't love you back.

What good things do you see in me.
When I can't see any of it.


- Written by: Jennifer Wood

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Going Home - By Lanny Wafer

Going Home

The time and the beat of the song once written.
When I first met her at the door I was smitten.
She’s the only one I love till the day I die.
She is the only thing now that makes me smile.
It’s her smarts it’s her heart she loves me too.
Overcome the past is what well do.
And when I get back I will work everyday.
To prove that I love her in every single way,
To warm the room of any cold.
and stay forever till we grow old.


- Written by: Lanny Wafer

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The Old Lady at the Door - By Lanny Wafer

The Old Lady at the Door

Tired again, I searched from door to door.
Hoping she would be there.
I knew I’d know her
when I saw Her eyes, her face, her hair
I came to a door that was ragged and worn
With a note “to thine own self be true”
It seemed out of place but what the heck
I still had to find you,,,
A little old lady came to the door,
as slowly she opened and peered‘
The person you seek is long gone my son
But you see she was once here’
Am I late? Did I miss her? Why did I not know?
So she was the one I missed at night,
when I slept all alone
“The reason you missed her love and her kiss
was as simple as this rose”
She handed me a fragile flower through the gaping door
Wrapped tenderly in a sheet, not a wrinkle not a stain
Focus on one flower, through love, and joy and pain.
The world is such an awesome place,
with many hearts to steal
Wait for the one that you really love,
and you will know it’s real.
I left the house with my new gift,
stronger than before
Because I heard my future lover,
the old lady at the door.


- Written by: Lanny Wafer

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Happy? - By Cassidee Lin

Happy?

Hopeless.
The worst feeling.
Why do I try? Why do I bother?
It's a waste of time.
Nobody changes.
I don't change either.
Unhappy.
Another bad feeling.
Doesn't anybody else care?
Doesn't anybody else see?
How do I fix this?
How do I make it right?
Why does it have to be me,
in this never ending fight?
Should I stay?
Or, should I leave?
Which is worse, this,
or the unknown?
Am I being selfish?
Shouldn't I be happy?
Yes, I should.
And one day,
I will, be.


- Written by: Cassidee Lin

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Stranger and Angel - By Jason

Stranger and Angel

Libra, the scales,
Gemini, the twins,
all she missed was a pair of wings
Genesis of love in the month of fools
saw his dove near by the grooves
Pointed chin and aquiline nose,
porcelain skin as white as snow
Resting over her ears,
glittering glasses to refrain from tears,
shielding black roses
With spikes and goatee,
appeared the devil
His sanguine heart intended no evil
Though with butterflies in stomach and a pounding heart,
he promenaded with hands in pocket and looked smart
Showed up alone, the Stranger Wow!
He called her an angel
Is that why she hid her name?
May be, she thought that he was so lame
Blurred vision, as she walks away
With a broken heart, he says,
“Oh! My daisy! Lily of the valley!
Bid farewell to the halo, my divine!
Don’t fly again, just be mine”


- Written by: Jason

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The Men of the Somme - By E Quarman

The Men of the Somme

I feel their names upon my lips.
I hear their cries inside my head.
I know that I will never forget,
What once happened here, so many years ago.
I shed a silent tear on my own,
But as I look around I can see that I'm not alone.

We will never comprehend,
What these men had to contend.
But it is clear, that for some time,
A small corner of hell appeared on Earth.

What is to become of the lost?
Are they now in the better place they longed & despaired for?
Whilst neglected by their God in their trenched,
Are they now in the care and safety of His?

Is there hope for Our race?
If we can think of this, for Anothers bitter taste.
To force such fear and scare,
Onto boys we knew would not bare.

I believe that I can say,
That if I should live through this one day,
'The Great War' take four,
Will be fought with Sticks and Stones.


- Written by: E Quarman

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Take Over - By Nikhil Nath

Take Over

The pen
is British
in a makeover
factory in Paris

Where fashion
is tall ladies
dressed in
Picasso

who built
the Taj Mahal
when half the world
would not be around
to see it
because the Chinese
are taking over America.


- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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FEAR - By Jannat ElHariry

FEAR

It is murky, it is mystifying that feeling
It makes you wonder how dark it is within
Dreadful to think it is not healing
And it is eating you utterly and you cannot run
Away from it, it is not a thought
It is in fact a feeling you have developed…
Hoping it would fade away, it won’t
It needs to be dealt with, to be conquered
You cannot run, you cannot bury it inside
It will devour you and leave you hollow
I cannot tell what to do, you need to decide
Will you face it or will you hide in the shadow
You won’t feel alive till you see it bright and clear
What you are feeling, is something called fear.


- Written by: Jannat ElHariry

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NIRVANA WRIT SMALL - By Steven Germain

NIRVANA WRIT SMALL

What people did not know about Chester was
that he had a kind of affliction.
It may have developed in-utero or maybe it came even earlier
or maybe it was in his DNA through the generations.
or maybe he learned it over time.
You see Chester knew early on
and understood in his marrow
a logic: that on a bad day
oblivion might be preferable to the alternative;
he accepted that 99% of life is something he had no control over,
none whatsoever.
As someone once said, "life is an accumulation of flukes"
so rather than living life like a big spender on a run
Chester lived small
because to him small was not only meaningful
- it was sacred.
Chester knew that any other approach would have eaten him alive.
And even though his life was getting smaller and smaller
his heart was getting bigger and bigger
and that was good enough for Chester.


- Written by: Steven Germain

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Radiant - By Lee Woodward

Radiant

I sat there with your text for an hour tonight
Trying to think of a word to describe you—
To rival your use of a language I claim to love
but clearly know nothing of.

And I concluded that indescribable is
a bad excuse for lack of vocabulary.
I don’t know if this is right;
But it hurts when I think of you, so it must be, right?

To be so unsure of where I’m going,
but to go there because I have no choice;
Just like when I told you what I was feeling—
because I felt those feelings and I at least have a voice.

But you smiled
—Against all of my miscalculated odds—
And you looked at me.

Your smile could’ve fuelled a thousand planes
and circled the world with hope.
Your eyes gleamed:
A torch beam,
A laser stream,
A super-solar flare.
I looked back at you for a moment,
Found myself lost;
Forgot I was even there.
Time comes for us all eventually,
but if we’re lucky, it hands us to people like you


- Written by: Lee Woodward

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Beauty and the Beast - By John Mullan

Beauty and the Beast

It slithered and crawled a hideous beast awash in a sea of slime
With purpose it gorged as it followed a path at least as old as time
No thought, no conscience or deviation to affect its mission in life
The devastation following on, of little consequence to its life.

But tiring now it sought a place more by instinct than design
To pause, to rest, to hide its shame a need for intervention
It drifted down into the deep that place we sometimes go
To disconnect or to reflect in the hope of some redemption.

A change took place I know not how,
I can describe but not explain
But I somehow knew there would be an end
to this creature’s hideous reign
A wish perchance becomes a dream thus it follows on that a dream
can become reality if you really wish it so

It turned its head with longing and glanced up to the sky
Seeking out a friendly face it searched with sleepy eyes
The generous sun saw that look and perhaps it struck its fancy
Because a warm sunbeam did cleave the sky
and settled on the beast

I questioned then the reality and have done so ever since
As the sun’s kiss transformed the beast into a sprightly prince
Such finery and colour the envy of all around
As it preened and pranced its beautiful shadow
deigned to paint the ground

Such a delight I cannot describe
but such visions are not by chance
As aware and bold in its beauty it invited the wind to dance
The colour and movement merged into one
and I was filled with such emotion
Not for them this earthly world the very clouds their ocean

I had no will or wish to resist I was engulfed in a delightful trance
I felt my spirit slip from me as it joined them in their dance
I know that all things have an end
but some things should never die
It would live just a moment
but how it would live that beautiful butterfly.


- Written by: John Mullan

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Boys - By John Mullan

Boys

I have a question that's bothering me
its all about little boys
Why are they scruffy and so unkind
and why do they make all that noise
I normally wouldn't bother so much
but the answer I must find you see
Because I have three of the most horrible kind
living in this house with me
Wait a minute perhaps that's unkind,
Its obvious how silly of me
I have made the mistake of comparing them with girls
who naturally are all perfect like me.


- Written by: John Mullan (Written with girls in mind)

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Greed - By John Mullan

Greed

Be wary of Greed it's a cunning creature
that sneaks up behind your back
It starts with "wouldn't it be nice to have" and
ends with "I must have that"
At first quite small it soon grows tall it has an enormous appetite
An equal share wouldn't do at all, but that just can't be right
So don't stand still worrying too much that its old instead of new
Because as you stand dreaming about what you want next
Greed will creep up on you.


- Written by: John Mullan

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Museum of love - By Nikhil Nath

Museum of love

From the moon's
soft light
a banana hangs
with roses and syrup
in a glass
full of hot coffee
with a ladder
climbing to the grapevine
from the interval of a movie
with pop corns losing
their way in kissed mouths
composed in his arm
your head leans
as if rivers were paradise
in the museum of love.


- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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MEMORIES - By Jigyasha

MEMORIES

Memories passing by
on the streets or maybe on the bridge's high
A moment of happiness
or an instant of sadness
Brings a bubbly smile,
else you are numb for a while
Desired or else ignored,
any of those;
but the memory gets stored.
constantly demanding action,
maybe for personal satisfaction,
ignoring or accepting is your decision,
what to do and what not is a big question
heart and mind go opposite in direction,
and if wanna stay out of this confusion
let the memory pass by without interruption.!!


- Written by: Jigyasha

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Unconditional Love to My Daughters - By June McAnoy

Unconditional Love to My Daughters

I may not have been
The perfect Mum
But this I have to tell
I will always to be there for you
Whether it is near or far
To lend a listing ear
Or give a hug
To wipe a tear and dry your eyes
But one thing I have to tell
Is my unconditional love for you
So when my time on earth is done
And I have gone to the heavens above
Please I ask you to remember
My unconditional Love for You
I won’t go very far away
So when you are feeling down
And see a butterfly
Or a star shining brightly in the sky
Then you will know
That it will be me
With my unconditional love For You.


- Written by: June McAnoy

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Grumpy the Clown – By John Mullan

Grumpy the Clown

Grumpy the clown wore a terrible frown,
he had nothing to be happy about
He had no money or friends to play with
and never would have no doubt
Then one day whilst making his way
through a dark and silent wood
He spotted a face, such a horrible face,
and there petrified he stood
He stood for an hour not daring to move
trying to look brave and tall
He stood for an hour and then realised
that the face hadn’t moved at all
So he moved just a bit and then he was hit
with the truth that was plain to see
That face is no face, that face is my face,
that face is Grumpy, that’s me
Then a fish broke the water and started his laughter
which hasn’t stopped to this day
And as a result he now is happy
and has friends with which to play.


- Written by: John Mullan

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Sudden Night - By Carlos Castro jr.

Sudden Night

One magnificent night,
With a man worth to fight;
A man like a prophet,
His words I can't forget.

A Chance to endeavour,
The one I might been dreaming for.
Your Greatness I can savour;
Certainly! The one I am looking for.

Lonely night I long,
Your dazzling blue eyes caught me on.
Please! Don't get me wrong:
But you turns me on.

Peculiar myths to say
It's you I swear and pray.
I may sound like crazy,
But its you I can dance with baby!

Just give it a try,
I assure you ain't gonna cry.
One sudden night,
One sign of never ending light.


- Written by: Carlos Castro jr.

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Someday - By Carlos Castro jr.

Someday

You, Who tamed me with lies
For no reason why
I know someday we'll have our own lives
As time passes by, I ask my self why?

Yes! I should accept,
It's you I cannot forget.
I'm scared and i hope you care,
Coz i have no one, but you i stare.

Thanks for all the deeds,
It lifts me far beyond those creeds.

I'll be miss'n You,
So sad but true.
I might droppin a clue,
But someday I'll find You.


- Written by: Carlos Castro jr.

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Symphony of Sunlight - By Nikhil Nath

Symphony of Sunlight

From the symphony of sunlight
bedazzled in the rumor
a gossip falls on the North Pole
like a longitude of adventure
with no rain forecast
the yellow bike goes screaming
past the hilly road
chasing an avalanche of embargo
in the ship of a flower less empire.


- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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The Flight - By Lanny Wafer

The Flight

I set out observant, to find myself
Beyond the dogmatic sea Headstrong,
sober I flew the vicious shore
Angelic hope,guiding me
I felt the antagonistic skeptic
Call me from behind a cloud
The voice burned, irrational, to the core
Passion no longer allowed
I lost all pretty before i hit ground
Love and devotion tossed in wind
For new freedom I had found
I will take this flight again
With her spirit, faultless, constant
I breathe I call for her and she still hears
True devotion never leaves
And grows throughout the years.


- Written by: Lanny Wafer

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The Mystery of the Moon - By Shane, Shiloh

The Mystery of the Moon

The moon, oh how it shines
How it reflects my breath,
My breath that is slipping-
That of which like my love, And I can't wait,
Can't wait for death to take,
To take my soul, to release me,
To release me from this pain, the pain of life.
The moon, it calls, it calls my name and it says;

"Death is calling, asking...

Do you want to play?"


- Written by: Shane, Shiloh

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Greed in an apple - By Nikhil Nath

Greed in an apple

In the vortex of a fury
you are the greed
in an apple
casting an eye
on the strait of Gibralta
fuelling a sense of angst
without the slightest remorse
configuring which is
making lawmakers reinvent
wars on the placid
hemisphere of civilizations.


- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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To Love ≠ Being Loved - By Luca

To Love ≠ Being Loved

He's whispering in her ear
The kind of things she wants to hear,
Of how he'll never leave her side.

But one day he falls to the floor
Those promises won't keep no more,
And those whispers, they turn, to lies.

So he sits there watching from above
As the earth takes back his broken heart,
And his love, she slowly slips away.

He follows her across the green,
And down into the blackened streets,
But nothing looks like it did before.

Though suddenly she doubles back
And jumps into a strangers arms,
There are tears but they're no tears for him.

The stranger holds her oh so close
Immediately the curtain falls,
And from behind he now can see her lies.

He can't believe she stopped his heart
Once through life, once through love
Finally he knows that she's to blame.

But still he follows where she goes
Knowing that her twisted words,
Never meant to her what they did to him.

But his discovery, its come to late
Now he's trapped by his hollow fate,
To follow the girl he thought he knew.

So he sits there gazing from above
Forced to watch his esoteric love,
But knowing love, and being loved are not the same.


- Written by: Luca

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Swift Exchange - By Nikhil Nath

Swift Exchange

The diamond in my eye
is only a tear drop
entrapping a mountain
in a local train
as coffee wakes up
the bridge of surprise
catching the moon in
a trance across fingers
softly peddling flowers
with the assistance of dreams
melting down my neck
in a swift exchange of letters


- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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Naked - By Nichola Jade Wong

Naked

Let’s take off our faces tonight,
Remove the layers of skin,
That make us so uptight.
Stand before me; wear nothing but flesh,
Look wounded, every detail of your inner being exposed,
Let me see right through to your core,
Muscles, veins, organs, all that looks raw.
Remove all that is tainted by this world,
That skin, the cloth of prejudice and pain,
That voice, conformed to complain.
Let me admire your simple being,
Without voice or skin,
For all that is naked,
I see with fair eyes,
A just equality if only for one night.


- Written by: Nichola Jade Wong

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MAKING LOVE WITH A DAME - By JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

MAKING LOVE WITH A DAME

When I was sleeping soundly yesterday night
You entered my bed room through the window
And caressed my whole body with your soft hands
When I awoke I was surprised to see your
Angelic beauty and milky white
You looked like a silvery dame
I followed you leaving my wife on bed
I wanted to make love with you the whole night
But you hid yourself behind the thick of trees
When I came to the trees You disappeared into the clouds
Leaving me alone in the dark
You came out after a while to make love with a star
And deserted me and leaving me alone afar
I came back to my bed disillusioned
And spent a sleepless night.


- Written by: JVL NARASIMHA RAOINDIA

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Embracing The Energy - By Ray R. Ellis

Embracing The Energy

Tuning in the vibrations of energy as it flows,
we manifest our thoughts from knowledge that we know.
Time is not important,
only passages of scripture for which we speak the words of wisdom
that is within us or so it seems as it goes.
Nature has power and expresses itself through many ways,
speed is a form of delivery as is light and wind,
the effects we feel upon us within the given days.
Anticipations, destruction,
and fear can happen to humanity at levels no one can rate,
yet in times of disaster,
bonding together we can self construct and appreciate,
as our inner energies now generate from the sun
and it given off rays.

Tempers flare and we strike out in a form of self defence,
many times in reflection have regrets and guilt as our conscience
regains it sense, no one in mankind is perfect
and everyone makes mistakes.
Take a look around and see what lays before,
forms of devastation, suffering and dire states of need,
a form of blind eye develops
and we feel righteous to turn and ignore,
only fools can rest at ease,
so wake up and have a heart for heaven sakes.
Times of despair, light of hope as life goes on
whether here or on a level not far from us,
it is better to reunite
and think collectively together without additional fuss,
make the change even though we may not know how.
Look within your given self to find answers others cannot provide,
feel self assured and confident that they may be true
and not a form of a lie,
only fools do this and later they will attest.
Truth as we know it is hard to find when we are feeling down,
answers to inspire and build us up are simply not around,
fear is our greatest enemy, though we may not recognize,
but somehow with the right encouragement
and no need to apologize,
we will do our best.

Darkness is low energy and wonder of the unknown,
light is of essence and what may come to what we view
and what maybe shown,
visions are sometimes clear and sometimes not.
We search for answers to ease our mind
and set our emotions aside,
and put our aspirations and objectives out on stage,
We pray for harmony and acceptance among our human class,
we must believe that things will get better
and will not forever last,
God's truth is, no one is better than the other,
so please let us pour water on all egos
and then we can all live in peace and love
without the existing enormous greed and rage.
After all we are all just God's children trying to live our life.
So Please be kind to each other
and extend your hand of understanding,
then there will be no more turmoil and strife.


- Written by: Ray R. Ellis

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Mystic Visions - By Ray R. Ellis

Mystic Visions

As I lay beside little Grace and pet his shiny soft thin coat of hair,
I begin to see a vision that appear out of thin air.
It is grey and slightly mistic in a form of light,
it is a younger man I see,
with darker very short beard and neatly combed hair.
He has a pleasant look on his face,
but remains firm and his eyes look directly at me,
as I peer back at him, it is his past that I see.
I know that he left this place long before his time,
but he is saying his circumstances were all wrong
and it was his choosing to cross the eternal line.
I could only feel his sincere and the level of truth he did speak,
and to admire his words he spoke with comfort and to seek.
Life is a map and a diagram of our inner thoughts
and purpose we follow,
to discover a path of adventures that make us
strong and if we fail to become weak.

Without a word he disappeared, fading back out of sight,
my vision went blank and I was shocked to think that little
Grace had brought to me this very spiritual light.
So full of inspiration, so full of joyous warmth,
this little dog can bring to me,
messages and visions that only I see,
but with these exceptional connections
a wonderful sense of delight.

As I place my hand on the head of little Grace
and pet him ever so gently
a vibration I feel in my hand,
I know now much more will eventually come
to which I will have to understand.
Energies are plenty, and tunnels are like roads,
ways of traveling through to hearts that are here back on earth,
troubled with pain and heavy loads.
Looking at Grace I know he is a conduit of power
to bring forth messages and visions prepared in advance,
delivery he releases to me as the process unfolds to enhance.
Through a single touch of his hide vibrations begin to vibe,
signaling the start of spiritual contact that I cannot hide.
Seeing others, but not clearly in description,
but hearing the messages of guilt,
experience and now intent,
I proceed with honesty and compassion to describe.
A lady in blue, another in grey,
a man in a jacket that all appear ok,
one speaks of sorrow, the other of love,
the last speaks of symbols and the peace of a dove.
Flowers of color are in distance I cannot name,
horses galloping in fields
and the wind blowing through their mane.
Roads are nearby, directions are plenty and are at a space,
there are no signs,
only energies of the human race will keep me focused and sane.
My senses are wild and now inquiring,
I continue to pet little Grace and feel comforted by his side,
knowing what we do and how we live, there is no way to hide.
God has keys, and he does share,
we need not put the lock on our emotions
and deny the fear within,
but put out our good will and extend our heart
and hand to those about we care and may at time be ill.
As my journey with little Grace shall continue
and I treasure him everyday,
I know with great sincerity that more visions and
messages will come our way,
and through the hands of God and Spirit
and the powers to which we don't always see,
the gestures of embracement and essence of goodwill.


- Written by: Ray R. Ellis

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REBORN - By Alex P. Jean Baptiste

REBORN

once a boy, who's confused.
misled, basically misused.
and he thought "if i do this one, cool"
so he did it and his brain got lost.
while he was loose...
locked in a world.
where he thought he had control.
except he lost "D CONTROL"
no hope, no faith at all.
1 right, 2 many flaws.
so he thought "its time to change it all."
so that's what i did.
because this time i met God.
so that boy was me, but i'm not a child anymore..
I am a Man, who's life is transform.
I am not the same, I've been reborn.
And i am to blame for the mistakes i did before...


- Written by: Alex P. Jean Baptiste

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Peering Through The Light - By Ray R. Ellis **Ray of Light**

Peering Through The Light

As the flame glows brighter and brighter far away images appear.
I stare more intently and sit with anticipated fear.
Knowing not that I should ever be
afraid of what may come in view.
I know that God will only bring forward that will be true.
More relaxed I am now beginning to feel as the flame grows high.
I am seeing more clearly now and begin to understand why.

Balls of mist, grass of vibrant green,
water flowing further away and places I have never seen.
Winding roads, some of mud and dirt, other smooth,
shiny and lit without any beam.
No signs of direction, and traffic I cannot see,
though I am being told travel they are.
Fear not, valued one, these roads are free
and everyone is welcome and you don't need a car.
Speed is of essence and delays are put on hold
the flame is saying look further and there much more to be told.
The light is now flickering as the candle continues to burn
and you see dear soul you will discover the young and the old.

Here there are no barriers, fences, or walls to contain,
only open freedom and fresh choices without any pain.
Seeing now, colors that are very bright,
I see orange, yellow, and blue and purple too,
forms that appear like human and similar to me and you.
I see animals in distant fields, and birds flying in mid air,
a sky of open space, and a presence I feel and a sense of grace.
Appearing more in form, I feel it is strongly spiritual,
but it resembles those as part of the human race.
The heat of the flame is now warming my face,
I feel some presence but more over it is a figure in distant space.
The image is just not there, but it is the feeling and love,
I know and my heart is falling
and becoming sad I am not seeing the face.
But gifts from God work in mysterious ways,
I know this is a lady is around me many times,
and she has the influence of a powerful ace.
It is my mother and I know it is within,
I remain silent and shed some tears
and know she would prefer me to show a grin.
I remain quiet.
As the candle becomes smaller and the the flame get dim,
spirit seems to be telling me to be patient
and she will be back and then.
There will be more your plate to focus on ,
and it has nothing to do with a diet.

As there is more smoke than flame at this time,
I pause for a moment and realize that spirits
have crossed and came over the line.
Now as I am closing my meditation for another day,
I thank God, my Spirit Guides,
Angels and the Holy Spirit, and of course
the two people that I love so much,
forever in my heart and soul, my Mother and Dad,
whom I shall be with as I continue to get old,
but for now I am honored to be connected with the divine.


- Written by: Ray R. Ellis **Ray of Light**

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The flight - By Lanny Wafer

The flight

I set out observant,
to find myself Beyond the dogmatic sea Headstrong, sober,
I flew the vicious shore Angelic hope, guiding me
I felt the antagonistic skeptic
Call me from behind a cloud
The voice burned, irrational, to the core
Passion no longer allowed
I lost all pretty before I hit ground
Love and devotion tossed in wind For new freedom I had found
I will take this flight again
With her spirit, faultless, constant I breathe I call for her and she still hears
True devotion never leaves
And grows throughout the years.


- Written by: Lanny Wafer

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Kristina

i once had an angel
but now she is gone,
taken away
but left with a song
i am sorry she tells me
that i am gone
but now you must run
for death is to come
she sings her song with the voice
not of an angel but of a human
this human was mine
but not for long
she left in a hurry
no mouse dare scurry
across her path stood a wall so black
she did not want
to come running back
she tried so hard
so very hard
to break through this wall
but could not
where she will go
i do not know
for she is an angel
trapped in a box
oh how i wish she was my angel
trapped in my box
but a wish is no good
when you have nothing to wish
because you see a wish
oh a wish is something you make
when u have nothing to fake
a wish is what you make when you still have a chance
my chance is gone
gone with the tide
but now i ride
this devils horse
to where it goes
no man knows
but forever will it ride.


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Disheveled hair - By Nikhil Nath

Disheveled hair

My disheveled hair
with stretches of grey
should stay that way
unpretending
I want to sit
ready for dawn
like it left me
yesterday or will
leave me today.


- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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The Crystal Ball - By Rev. Karen Lee Samson

The Crystal Ball

Polishing up the crystal ball and preparing for use.
As we prepare to gaze and savoy its peruse.
As we explore and look deep inside its mystery glow
We see shapes and forms of those spirits
present and passed that we know.
Looking beyond the mystic shapes
and forms into outer circles of space
Now appreciating more than ever
God's presence and given grace.

Seeing signs, symbols, and images
of other realms and the unknown
We continue our travels from this plane of mother earth
from which we have grown.
Along the way now seeing energies we recognize,
the Acclaimed World Psychic Sylvia Brown
and others worldly staged.
Traveling, teaching and speaking words of inspiration
to help the spiritual individual engaged
The famed Psychic Ray R Ellis known as Ray of Light
helping those find their spiritual road
Providing Light, Wisdom and Love
to help them lighten their heavy load.
His mother the late Lady Violet Atkinson Ellis
saying be the best you can be
Be honest to yourself and to others,
then the future will become ours to see.
Who is next, it is International Psychic John Starkey,
man of reputation and compassion abound
Someone to rely on and trust as a friend
and know he is here and around.
World Accomplished Psychic Sean David Morton
with his amazing predictions and Astro Travels
expanding our life's dimensions for young and old.
Tuneful sounds of Musical guidance Ben Gaertner
filling our brain waves with music for the Soul.
Little Gracie The Dog of Inspiration bringing forward
the essence of innocence and joys to our hearts
as only animals can do.
Lifting spirits, releasing our sadness and most of all
providing unselfish love to those owners
that believe in a love so true.
There are many others, friends, colleagues,
loved ones and God's children everywhere
To those we extend our understanding,
gratitude and love for which we forever will care.

Deep within our soul,
we connect with Spirit
and those Spiritualists International that will state
In times of trouble and despair,
we seek those closest to God
and conduits of his power, to which we rate.
Yes, while we gaze into this ball of the unknown
and explore the paranormal and find answers to which we seek
We shall never stop our quest to search out those gifted ones
that provide guidance and comfort everyday
giving a short detailed peek.

Oh Lord have mercy, we thank you this given day,
For this through The Crystal Ball you have shown us Our Way.


- Written by: Rev. Karen Lee Samson

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