BRIGHTER RAYS - By Sylviah Salima

BRIGHTER RAYS

The rays are brighter, brighter than before,
The closed windows, whispers that echo,
His heart is at place, his thoughts are still,
The rays are brighter, brighter that before.

His heart is sincere, his mind is set,
His stare takes him to after thoughts,
His smile signifies a million words,
The rays are brighter, brighter than before.

The rays that flash back, her thoughts to his,
Her heart that turned to ice
Her smile that gave him hope,
Her memories that bring him to reality,
Happiness is a memory that fades like the sunset
All he is left with are the rays that fade like the waves.


- Written by: Sylviah Salima

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IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW..... - By Sylviah Salima

IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW.....

If you could see me now, am better and stronger,
The weakness in me faded in time,
The shyness in me was overthrown like the dark clouds,

If you could see me now
Am prettier because I believe in myself,
Am walking tall I made it
I became the someone I was only better
I am what I was supposed to be

If you could see me now
Time made the best out of me
Every word you spoke swept away by my esteem
I didn't have to change who I was
I didn't have to move a muscle
Accepting who I am was what i did better.

If you could only see me now.


- Written by: Sylviah Salima

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I LOVE YOU - By Sylviah Salima

I LOVE YOU

How can I be sad when you made me smile
May the smile last like the colours of the rainbow
May the moments always reflect like the sun rays
May the feelings always grow with time and days
And may our words bond us towards a greater love.


- Written by: Sylviah Salima

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MY PRAYER - By Sylviah Salima

MY PRAYER

My hands I fold in thanksgiving
For the moments I never got to appreciate
For the things that happened and I never realized
For the love people shared and I took for granted
For the thousands things I never mentioned
For the times you blessed me enough and made it more
My God I send my thanksgiving.


- Written by: Sylviah Salima

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THE LETTER - By Sylviah Salima

THE LETTER

At a distance you are like the clouds unreached
With days the love hidden within outgrows
My love letter may the heavens acknowledge
A love conquered the heart pure as the heavens
At pieces I am
Goodbye is harder than it seems


A smile from the soul upon his face
A smile well remembered denied by time
Stronger than the iron the love became
Erasing is just a word mad
At pieces I am
Goodbye is harder than it seems


May destiny lead you to brighter paths
Letting you go is never an option
Hating you is a word used to lie to oneself
Loving you more I would do given a chance at a platter
At pieces I am
Goodbye is harder than it seems


At pieces I am
Goodbye is harder than it seems
Our hearts are one and so I believe
At a safer place I keep you like a jewel
Your hands of love I am resting my letter
Your hands of comfort I rest my plea
Goodbye is always harder than it seems.


- Written by: Sylviah Salima

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You were mine...... - By Sylviah Salima

You were mine......

I am a man:strong is what am supposed to be
How could I cry "that's weakness "they say
How could I still hide you photo
You were mine in another life

They say am cruel evil is my new name
Behind the curtains I die in grief
Beautiful you are like the rose
I lost you to the world
you were mine in another life

I cry in silence comfort is what I give my heart
I hide all the love showing would trigger a war
You moved on easily
I hope part you feels the same
You were mine in another life

Your happy Am your enemy

I look upon in envy
I look upon in love
Am holding you closer each day
You were mine in another life


- Written by: Sylviah Salima


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GOING HOME - By Lynn Hanna Barany

GOING HOME

I want to visit my parent's home
That sits beside the river.
I want to sleep in that special room,
Where the photos were framed in silver.

I want to sit in the kitchen
At that table made of oak,
I will drink coffee with my Dad,
And laugh at all his jokes.

I want to do some shopping,
Just Mom and I alone.
She will say "Hello" to folks
And "look who just came home".

I will go and visit my Uncle,
And he will make me smile.
With all his latest gossip,
Now this could take awhile.

that home is someone else's now,
I can't visit anymore.
W will never sit on their veranda,
Nor have a key to the front door.

Everything has changed for me
My parents are no longer here.
But when I walk along the river
I know that they are near.

What I would give to go back there
To see the boats cruise by.
Oh please Dear God would you hold me
Please hold me while I cry.


- Written by: Lynn Hanna Barany

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NEWBORN - By Lynn Hanna Barany

NEWBORN

Have you ever felt it
A new born baby's eyes
Hold the secrets to the universe
And stories of days gone by.

Have you ever felt it
A new born baby's hands
Have touched another life time,
And lived in other lands.

Have you ever felt it
A new born baby's feet
Have walked in other worlds
And ran on other streets.

Have you ever felt it
A new born baby's mouth,
They want to tell you something
But don't have the words to shout.

Have you ever felt it
A baby's trust so true,
From another place and time
God sends his gift to you.


- Written by: Lynn Hanna Barany

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A CHILD’S SCREAM - By A. Bruce Cadenhead

A CHILD’S SCREAM

While walking through a lonely glen
Where moonlight strives midst swirling fog,
Where boughs and moss did limped hang,
And path was dampened, nearly bog,
A muffled sound came to my ears,
 Location-less in landscape drear,
From there or there or there did seem
Wherever came that child’s scream?

‘Twas not a scream with terror filled,
Nor had the keening shrill of pain,
But urgency it had in full.
I leap in search through starting rain.
Directionless I sought my goal.
The child’s scream burnt in my soul.
Again the child’s cry rang out
Was closer now without a doubt.

I pushed ahead with strengthened heart,
Through branch and bramble I did seek.
Ignoring paths, I forged anew
Cross barren rock, o’re dribbling creek.
No gully did I leave unlooked.
Dim shaded crannies were un-nooked.
The cry again, so very near.
Thank God, I thought, it must be here.

I pushed through moss entangled limbs,
Fearsomely they enshrouded me.
They wrapped and cossetted so tight,
I suddenly felt fear and fright.
I lashed and struggled to be free,
But dampened bonds held sturdily.
The child’s cry was close abreast
I fought to answer its behest.

The wet and clinging bonds of me
Like miracle, quick-changed their ilk.
Sweat-soaked and clinging they became
The tangled sheets of my bed’s silk.
The child’s lost and lonely cry
Persisted as I opened eye,
But ceased as I began to see,
The screaming child – it was me.


- Written by:  A. Bruce Cadenhead

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The world that was Heaven - By Amit Herlekar

The world that was Heaven

Enjoying the cool summer on the beach
I embraced the spoiled world being unleashed
Unaware that I am blinded by fake pleasure
I felt like I found a lost golden treasure

Unable to foresee what's coming down upon me
I failed to realize I was being perished away slowly
Trapped in a bubble filled with poisoned air
Breathing it in a blatantly without a tinge of care.

I detested the world which shielded me from evil
As I was becoming a dangerous weevil
It guided me in the path of righteousness
Although my life was overgrowing sinfulness

I kept ignoring that dearly loving world
As if it never existed and  never born
Getting lost in my own imaginary world
Into the subtle space that was never known

To realize the truth it is too late
I have already gone very far to reach my fate
Now I can hardly see where I am going
Lost trace of that heaven once I lived in

This world of mine is not accepting me anymore
Where there was glory is now painted in gore
Ruthlessly loathing me for whatever I am
Out casting me as the thing that is damned

Now I am only filled with unbearable regret
Which is torturing me to die in cold sweat
Suffering with murderous guilt and despair
Leaving me with paralyzed and insanely scared

Having butchered my life by my own hands
I am desperately dying to go back to that divine land
Only a miracle can save me from being forsaken
To help me return to the world that was Heaven.


- Written by: Amit Herlekar

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THE TRAITOR - By Sylvia Salima

THE TRAITOR

Am helpless
His happiness is not in my hands
The shiver, due to nervousness
The tone about her
How could he turn his eyes when am so close
The present
The future, the smile
Am helpless
His happiness is not with me

The effort
I cannot show, the strength at heart
In scripted verses I read
The unanswered prayers I hold
How can you stare, and not think
How could you love and not embrace
Am helpless his happiness is not with me

The beautiful memories
The unforgettable times
The smile that brightens
The sadness when she leaves
Her heart holds his
Her love strengthens his
Am helpless his happiness is not with me

A loosing battle I fight
My Armour is down in surrender
They walk away happy
Jealous tarnishes my soul
How could my own words, be my enemy
Pretending seems harder each second
Am helpless his happiness is not with me.

The phone rings, She smile cunningly
He is in love with a Stranger Of Lies.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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ANSWERS - By Sylvia Salima

ANSWERS

After all the tears
We deserve to smile
After the pain
The sun rises
After the many questions
Answers are found
After a long search
We find our desires
After fear
Strength conquers
This is the best path of our lives.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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APPRECIATION - By Sylvia Salima

APPRECIATION

You taught  my heart to love
You made me smile, and happiness conquered
You made me forget the bad
You make my sorrow seem at a distance
Am nervous and scared, but am happy
Am glad I have you in my life
Appreciation is a small words compared to your deeds
An Angel in disguise you are.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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WHO I AM - By Sylvia Salima

WHO I AM

Am not cold because my heart is black
The hatred in me
The cruelty in my deeds
The unwelcome tone
The pitch arises
The past unrevealed
You judge my ways
You don't know me
The image in front is a character
I have to be in a way, my heart can't hurt anymore
I have to act, though it hurts to be one your not
Am not myself, what choice is at hand
"Am a mean one " they say
Trouble finds me even in the deepest hole
The treasure
My Heart
For you
I would do anything
Even be cruel, though not my ways
Am not cold, because my heart is not black
The world changed my ways, who I am I know not.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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FORGIVING WORDS - By Sylvia Salima

FORGIVING WORDS

Don't be upset with me
Don't be cold
Yours tears are like a dagger right through me
Your love shatters in front of my eyes
Don't be upset with me
Don't be cold
I didn't mean for my heart to be like this
I didn't mean to be cruel, a heartless soul am not
Don't be upset with me
Don't be cold
I desire to be happy, but not stubbing the wound I wont do
I cant bear your pain
Your agony kills my soul
Your desire cannot be
But your future is bright
Don't be upset with me
Don't be cold
I killed your kindness and made you cruel
I killed your love and made you heartless
I killed you the better man and made you unbearable
Don't be upset with me
Don't be cold
Your past seems to hunt us because I made it happen
I hurt you forgiveness seems like a dream
A life full of pain is all you live
All I ask is Don't
Don't be the man your not
Don't.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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Dead sergeant and his dreary mind - By Daria Renata Jaworska

Dead sergeant and his dreary mind

Dead sergeant and his dreary mind
they sleep together in the glass

of milk

for there is not enough courage
in both of them to curse
the world and

die

before you follow the blindled
go off and dwarf
and

dye, my pride

the most silky and sensitive skin ever
written by

man

was cancelled ‘n’ torn apart
from your brain

by society
for being

nasty.


- Written by:  Daria Renata Jaworska

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Urban Opera - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman

Urban Opera

Metropolitan morning
A well orchestrated, systematic
Waltz of movement
Within the walls of this
Mirrored-glass amphitheatre
The bel canto of the newspaperman
Sounds the opening overture
Collecting change in classical rendition
Choruses in suits and skirts
Pouring out of train cars
Scissoring down city streets
Balancing cardboard coffee cups
And digital librettos
Scores of tight-pant castratos
Clutching mobile phones
With dramatic furore
Prima donna figures
Cat-walking at intersections,
Heels clicking on cement sidewalks
When suddenly
A car is cut off by cyclists riding
Hands flying, voices rising
The shrill soprano of the ambulance arriving
Sirens sounding, traffic honking
A flash-mob freeze
Of pedestrians gawking
Slowly the crowds
Continue on commute
Promising young professionals
In crescendo parting
With a pitch-perfect kiss.


- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman

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I am like a piece of glass - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman

I am like a piece of glass

I am like a piece of glass
Among the rocks in a riverbed
Taken downstream
And deposited onto
The seashore
I do not belong
Amoung the granites
The micas
The shales
Chipped off a cliff face
Split apart during a freeze
I was crafted
Blown, pressed, drawn
Worked in fire until
Shaped and tempered
To shine
A luminous crystalline
Created for a purpose
But instead
Found myself floating in a river
Caught up in competitive waters
Pulled down in the social undertow
Washed downstream
In the current of history
Tumbled and rounded
Ground in gravels
Jossled and pitted by
Crowds of crashing pebbles
Moshing together in salty tides
Seived back and forth
Until feeling  seasick
Pounded by storm swells
Broken and discarded fragments
Pitting my glossy face
Tempering my brilliance
Until my surface was matte
Frosted from years of confrontation
And disapointment
Indistinguishable from the
Sediments around me
Buried in an overpopulated
Shore of particles
Out of touch with our origin
But even without my transparency
You come along and recognize me
Acknowledge that I am different
Pick me up from among the aggregates
Put me in your pocket
And take me home.


- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman

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Once a summer day in a pub garden - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman

Once a summer day in a pub garden

Hot Asphalt and beer butts,
cigarette bellies and sweaty glasses of wine
30 degrees in London and
the pub garden has pints
shimmering in the sunshine
flirting with the summer fruits
in Pimms and lemonade
Sheer blouses and low tanks
eye Football  jerseys
shy white feet in sandals
tummy rolls, muffin tops,
and squishy thighs
squeezing out of shorts like
toothpaste forced out of a tube
wood picnic tables covered
with cider stains
sticky youth in sunglasses
chattering over the sizzle
of the grill
the buzzing of bees
a pissed group of chaps
singing loudly in the corner
taking in
lingering breaths
of tobacco and
the smoke of sausage barbecue.


- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman

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Decades - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman

Decades

I had a Victorian youth
Ribbons and bows wallpaper
Fancy buttons, lace, teddy bears
Engraved silver boxes, British literature
Secret love letters and poetic notions
Sentimental, collecting everything with a memory
Treasures on display in my closet museum
Modest, moral, proper
Modelling lady-like behaviour with a
Pockets full of posies
My Twenties were Art Nouveau
Arts and Crafts and Style Liberte
I fell in love with Morris, Klimt, Mackintosh
The coffee houses of Vienna and Prague
Walls, desks, dressers
Empty spaces and canvases
Cluttered with objects d’ art
Filling me, my imagination
With the promise of a beautiful life
Inspiring artists, utopian bohemia
Now in my thirties
I am decidedly Deco
More elegant and restrained
Subtle, streamlined, bold
Grounded and professional
My forms follow function
Changes in values:
Simplicity, honesty, purity
Of character and expression
Evolving with the decades
Exploring and distilling
The movements within myself


- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman

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OUTSIDERS - By Fortune Oguzie Azuike

OUTSIDERS

We listen calmly
To the voices of milked goats and cows
in worshipful repose on their prayer-wheel

Still we travel many miles
Like second-hand children
With a borrowed surname

Can this side-saddle perch now
On Grandmother's arms
Keep us free from the hot sand?

Can the standing ponds bring respite
For the drudgery of the dry season
As we wait patiently
For the unending migration
Of our first meeting?


- Written by: Fortune Oguzie Azuike

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POOR AND HUNCHBACK - By FORTUNE OGUZIE AZUIKE

POOR AND HUNCHBACK

Spare a thought
or waste the reason:
a hungry man thinks deeper
all that takes a lifetime

soundscape of hysteria
a condemning, restraining voice
empathy or lunacy
no one really cares.


- Written by:  FORTUNE OGUZIE AZUIKE

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Peach Sweet - By Lamar Cole

Peach Sweet

Sweetheart is peach sweet.
God's natural treat.
Refreshing taste, lovely face.
Dew dripping on the skin.
Love in the orchard begins.
Romance is peeled.
Under the stars, this love is sealed.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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Green creek - By Mike waltz

Green creek

There must have been a point
Where she looked back
To where the hoof
Met the trail.
Wagon wheel roll against the gravel.

Tack and harness clank
Against the old wood
Carried the cowboy right to her.

He would ask her to get on.
And the tip of his hat
Rolled out to
The fingers of his hands.

I'm sure there was a marked reluctance
She smiled and stepped up.

I can pin it on a place and time.
High in the California mountains
On an afternoon, in places like
Pikes peak and dunderberg
Virginia pass and the judges cabin.
I come from here.

They both said to take them back there
And sit by the glassy banks.
Bring them there to catch horses
Fast and long
To walk and breathe in
The passions of their own place.

To take them to green creek
Where I will take my child
And tell the stories

Look for wagon tracks
Coming home
And listen.


- Written by: Mike waltz

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LADY'S NIGHT - By Fortune Oguzie Azuike

LADY'S NIGHT

Mauve shadows of night's eerie trudge
Fade upon sheathed shadows giggling
I blackbeams of sibilant midnight blues
Dark streaks of subterfuge prawl in laughter
a foul-mouthed dearth, unsheathed
In lux of passionless vigour;
Lantern lamps dripping with oiled enthusiasm
Of gamehunters
A hump of grief in jaunty airs
Ablaze in putrid allure of lambada twist
Disco dance, high-heeled upon killer-curves a sentual feel
Infinitesimal in littleness of the grand slam;
Orgy of self slaughter in tandems
When cigarette fumes escape in bunches
Of ascending forms,
Sweet dying on lips of a swollen-headed spree:
Call of the red earth, the masculine midriff.


- Written by: Fortune Oguzie Azuike

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Letter to Mr. Obama on his visit to Buchenwald - By Elma Ross

Letter to Mr. Obama on his visit to Buchenwald

Dear Mr. Obama, with respect, I hear you ask,
How did we get to Buchenwald?
Please grant me the honour, Mr. Obama,
To answer your question.
We got to Buchenwald by forgetting
The Anglo-Boer War: The camps of starvation
Of Boer children – indeed of their future nation.
We got to Buchenwald by ignoring
Those in the British camps: their fear and pain
As their cold bodies paid for British gain.
We got to Buchenwald by the British monarchy
Promoting Kitchener for selling a trend
That future psychopath leaders would follow:
Sending soldiers to attack the disabled, the weak
The elderly, desperate mothers,
and babies trusting and meek.
Destroying their livestock, their homes –
everything they had
Not blinking when the mothers were consumed
With fright and sad;
Transporting the defenceless in soiled wagons
of trains built for cattle
What the heck: fight the children, and win the battle!
Locking up the Boer kids to die of hunger and thirst
As their bodies gave up and the cells would burst.
Raping and terrorising Boer kids in every way
And then, stepping back, to simply say:
We, The British, will not pay proper restitution
We wipe our hands of the pain and confusion;
We won’t say sorry as we have no regret
The Boers and their offspring should deny the pain,
And forget –
This is how we got to Buchenwald, Mr Obama.


– Written by: Elma Ross

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Apricot Tree - By Lamar Cole

Apricot Tree

Moonlit night, my love and me.
Laying under the apricot tree.
The fruit is sweet. As sweet as can be.
Laying under the apricot tree.
Love is ripe. All through the night.
Laying under the apricot tree.
Sweetheart's love is sweet. As sweet as can be.
Laying under the apricot tree.


- Written by: Lamar Cole

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A PRIZE - By Virginia Nzioka

A PRIZE

Sharp pain,
Ugh…!!!
Unrelenting!
And bursting in successions
The pain,
No sign or sigh of relief in sight
An embattling battle
Of a lone ranger
Writhing,
In-situ, endless pangs of pain

The salty sweat;
The haphazard lame kicks;
The apparent sight of exhaustion;
The uncoordinated, inherent solemn oaths:-
Never to expose herself…again;
In such a life-snatching battle.

Wait a minute!
Is that the “messiah”?
He who has taken ages?
To rescue her from death jabs?
But, wait!
Is this pain subsiding?
A cry?
Is that an ululation, a cry?
Is that a ‘hurray, bravo’ song?
The end of her tribulations?
Or the start of her emphatic smiles & joy?
At the innocent sight of her newborn son?

A bundle of joy,
Coming from the sharpest of pain,
Unfolding the brightest of jewels,
The earth has never excavated,
The gentlest of gentle,
A prize, that dwarfs the ‘Nobel Prize’
That is what he is,
My son to me.


- Written by: Virginia Nzioka

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Divorces' Wake - By James Cecil

Divorces' Wake

In solitude, I search for will
To mend my soul, and shed the chill
Of broken love, the loss, and fears
I taste this day- with salty tears.
Memories - are but the foe
That drags my fractured spirit slow
My children’s voices cast no balm
I search for hope, through prayer or psalm.
For only light of each day new
With all its promise, fresh and true
Will lead me to that phantom spark
That draws in hope, and lights the dark.
My friend is time; its patient will
Each passing day make dull the nil
That left me empty - duped of trust
A sunlit day, precedes the dusk.
The Dusk is tired; a weary yawn
My slumbers' calm until the dawn
I wake on wings of pains' full scope
This new day born- I ache for hope.


- Written by: JM Cecil 

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SYMPATHY - By Sylvia Salima

SYMPATHY

I am trying to say I love you but in my soul it's not right,
I am trying to show you I care, but it never comes out right,
I am trying to make it work, even when I know its falling apart,
Am by you;because I know it is not fair.

Walking out of the door crosses my mind,
Never coming back is a done deal,
How could I when my heart longs for you,
Making up my mind, is harder than it seems,
Am by you, because I know it is not fair.

Longing for another is what my heart does,
Wanting to be yours but my heart cant let go,
My heart tells me am greedy,
What has become of me,
Am by you, because I know it is not fair.

Our hands seem at a side line,
We are either together or falling apart,
I make you happy but my priorities are forgone like the dust,
How can sympathy blend into love,
Am by you, because I know it is not fair.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE PATH - By Sylvia Salima

THE PATH

Sometimes walking away helps
other times going against the current is a source of strength
Achieving ones dream is better than regret
gaining a trust feels even more better
The heart never changes, the mind never forgets
Ignoring may work, but arrogance gives you more hurt
In the end circumstances lead us to paths we avoid
Courage is the triumph to it all.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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REAL LOVE - By Sylvia Salima

REAL LOVE

My love is like an arrow, running faster wont avoid it
Even when you hide, your heart wont change its mind
I can see you pretend, when its written all over your face
What I feel is real

Your tears are like a flowing river
My hand fades them with warmth
The burden must be unloaded, the words are simple
What I feel is real

Seeing you happy is a blessing in disguise
Seeing you smile brightens my day
This love is pure, this love is sincere
What I feel is real.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE DILEMMA - By Sylvia Salima

THE DILEMMA

My heart has this one beat of only you
My heart has this lock, with a lost key
My heart has this way hard for people to predict
And now I  have a  dilemma of you

I gave up you and I keep walking an endless street
I choose a path harder than a thousand miles
How can I feel, when I had a lock in me
And now I have a  dilemma of you

Time is at hand
Searching for the unknown
Going at a distance when all is close
How could I be searching when the answer was right in front of me
And bow I have a dilemma of you

I got hurt
I hurt you
We both got hurt
We suffered the consequences
I walk in the streets, left in darkness
I was ungrateful, I was not contented
And now I have this dilemma of you within me.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE IN SCRIPTED TEARS - By Sylvia Salima

THE IN SCRIPTED TEARS

Why do I bother with you:when crying is a repeated theme
Why does my heart want to let you go:but my hands hold on so strong
Why am I desperate for you :when ignorance is what I get
I guess its the love in me :that fools my mind.

Why do my tears tell my heart that crying is not forbidden
Why do I pretend am happy :when in my heart it ain't right
Trying to change who I am is like chasing the rainbow
I guess its the love in me that fools my mind

I keep running a race that the finishing line never appears:
My heart is so pale that I want to grab it from my chest:
Why cant I be happy even when I try so hard:
I guess its the love in me that fools my mind.

I guess its the love in me :that fools my mind:
Sometimes lying to oneself doesn't promise you any price:
Why do I force you to love me;when am never in your mind:
Why does you heart push me:when I gave you a chance in my life:
Sometimes trying so much doesn't suit anyone at all:
Maybe loving me is the answer to it all:
But still the love in me keeps fooling my mind.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima 

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The Girl Who Cries - By Christina Barningham

The Girl Who Cries

 Black curved lines around two soft eyes,
Lay on the face of a girl who cries,
Tears roll down that bright red cheek,
All because they called her a freak.

The happiness inside her slowly dies,
No sympathy is given to the girl who cries,
All alone with her sadness and pain,
She often wonders what she will gain.

Perched in her room reminded of the lies,
The lies made up of the girl who cries,
No-one believed her or took her side,
The only thing she'd do was sit there and hide.

So if your a bully and think it's right,
Imagine having to cope with your victims fright,
Then picture the horror within her eyes,
Within the eyes of the girl who cries.


- Written by:  Christina Barningham

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Falls - By Greg Cameron

Falls

the water sweeps over the rocks
one tree peers tentatively over the edge
at the top
a pool at bottom - looks deep
she sits on a blanket
opening a lunch basket
blinking her eyes at you
seeming nude in spirit
if not in fact
you're reminded of something
high cultural
but who needs high culture
when a bird wheels away
with a joy you'll never know?
one cloud dots the sky
with chubby insolence
as if to say
"here I am, bud!"
and a Yank gets out of his car,
says,"what you going?"
and you say "nothing"
because nothing is what is going on
nothing is all you need
you could fall into the sky
sink to the bottom of the pond
and a dog spills out of the
Yank's car
and sniffs the green
garbage can.....


- Written by: Greg Cameron

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THE TRUTH WITHIN - By Sylvia Salima

THE TRUTH WITHIN

The Violin in his hand, His mind is at a far
The tears held within the winds resemble his sorrows
The strength in his voice, the pain in his soul
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul

The smiley face fades like the watery paint
The thought hit him like a dream in broad daylight
Patient was his virtue, but sorrow was to overcome
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul

His silence got the best of him
Now his pain cant be faded by her words
He would rather hold her than leave her,
His words wont change her mind
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul

She was a treasure worth keeping
but the wrong treasure for him 'she once said
Healing the truth, Healing the wounds
Regret is unbearable, Time is at its essence
Why hold it all when the truth lies in your soul

Sometimes the truth makes us walk away without a word
Sometimes it avoids us hurting the treasures in our lives
The best he hopes times forgives him
But it never does it reminds him the constant mistakes of his silence.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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POEM - By Virginia Nzioka


POEM

One thing I shall bequeath
To this gorgeous World
One thing I shall share
With the descendants of Eve
The eloquence of poetry
The richness of the Stanzas
That compose poem

Flows with beauty
Oozes with creativity
Sharpened by poetic language
Interwoven with poetic wisdom
To provide leisure
With such an ease
That compose poem

I shall handover
The writs of my poem
To the readers of poetry
With this my request
They unearth the hidden jewel
The natural soother of hearts
That compose poem

The pages of poetry
The diversity of ideas
The simplicity of my poem
Shall be the inheritance
To be distributed to my poetry heirs
To compose another poem

-Written by:  Virginia Nzioka

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Lost & Found - By Mani J.


Lost & Found

Became someone else, for someone else,
And in the process,  I lost myself,

Played so many parts, your world my stage,
And in the midst of it all, I lost myself,

Pushed so hard, just to see your smile,
And through it all, I lost myself,

Sat and wondered, what I had done,
And in that moment, I had lost myself,

But I came to my senses, and let you go,
And with that strength, I found myself,

I went back to the role I was born to play,
And with that spark, I found myself,

I remembered the ones who made me smile,
And within a laugh, I found myself,

I found a heart, that's made of gold.
And with that love, I am now, myself.

-Written by: Mani J.

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