maybe in your line of sight.
Title me a poet,
I disagree, I like to write.
Call me mister know it all,
I'll gladly take the label.
If all is known, then why the hell,
are Martians just a fable?
Design a cradle, make some love,
then you’re in the game.
Once your kid jumps through her legs,
take the risk and name.
But don’t screw up, your kid grew up,
and probably through the scene,
you named him "Joe" he ate too much,
now he’s "Sloppy Josephine"
let my point be understood,
I hope you hear-me-all-right.
Electricity and speaker wire
are meant for stereo types.
So take this lesson serious,
the labeling trend, I don’t condone.
I stick to my word until the end,
That's why my title will read "unknown".
"She will honour you,if you embrace her"
"She will place on your head a fairgarland"
"She will bestow on you a beautifull crown"
She changes the way the mind thinketh like whirlwind
She has stepped on the sands of time
She is our greatest folkteller
She dwells in the shelves of the woods
And the hearts of great minds
She is the fastest traveller over distance
She is IMMORTAL!
She is perceived in the souls of wisdomite
Even unto death
"She is the treasure of the world's chest
She bears the world in her bosom of knowledge
Seven Years There's so much about me
you just don't understand. The fear I have when I'm near a man. Something that's
buried in my subconscious mind. I don't want to loose you. I just need time.
Be my shoulder to cry on or is that to much. Is that all you want just to
touch? It may seem so simple in your little brain, you can't imagine my pain.
The thought of you kissing me brings me to tears. You must understand it's
been seven years. Please, hear what I'm saying. A time is coming, when I'm
going to run. If you'll just be patient. Give me just awhile to prove my love.
We have had some good laughs. I don't want this to end. Just love me through
the doubt and fears. Please open your arms to me even if it takes seven years.
A fire never extinguished, an eternal flame,
An emotional outrage, mo one but myself to blame,
Confined by my feelings, a cell of scorching heat,
An uncontrollable power, something which I must defeat,
A desire to find balance, a search for inner peace,
An infinitive battle, fighting for this torment to cease,
The ones I love, those who are dearest to me,
If only they knew, if only they could see,
The pain which is suffocating me, exhausting my days,
Again they suffer my wrath, and angry phase,
I wish to release the aggression, my temper is rising fast,
Vanquish this fire, now after this final blast,
Without darkness there is no light,
Without day there is no night,
Now it is time to be rid of guilt and allow the light to shine through,
Controlling my mistempered words is what I must do,
Never Trust A Boy!
April Gail Powell
I want never to trust a boy,
so I bury my heart deep.
I don't want it broken like some toy,
nor a cause for my soul to weep.
I want never to trust a male,
so I shield my heart from harm.
I have built a wall against the gale,
but also from all that's warm.
I want never to trust a guy,
so I hide my heart with a stone.
Though I am not sure why,
for it leaves me all alone.
I still feel I should never trust a male,
so as to keep my warm heart safe.
However, not trusting is the acidic ale
that keeps the smile from my face.
As I lay my tired soul in a restful place
I begin to drift deeper into unknown space
As I float so weightless and so free
There is no other place I'd rather be
As I drift higher and farther with grace
Drawing much closer, the coldness of space
Images so vague I think not are real
I wonder with doubt unfortunately I feel
Feeling the sensation of cool rushing air
I have the distinct feeling I am almost there
As I wonder who the images may be
The more distant they are ,and harder to see
The closer they seem the distance too far
With much desperation, wonder who they are
Now a deep sigh as I begin drifting away
I fear it is time to return another day
The cool rushing air as I begin to descend
Without any doubt must come to an end
As I do wake my eyes open wide
Again, have I crossed to the other side
Written by Les Johnson / January 2002
Global players effect us all, poor
Rich countries gain all the more
Nike, Macdonald’s proclaim no greed
Just benefits for the world in need!
The profits made are never shared
Modern slave workers are to scared
To go on strike or express their anger
Feed the family, no work means hunger.
Cheap and nasty work conditions rule
Abused families and kids provide the tool
For high margins and a good supply
Made in UK, USA labels had to die.
Produced in Latin America, Asia faraway
Low cost production lines are here to stay.
Hi Tec, low Tec provides the means
16 hour working day on mean machines.
Marketing Gurus provide the action ad
Truth, behind the fantasy is so sad.
Multi-Millionaire players play the game
Glamorous life style, fortune and fame.
Sweat houses and third world conditions
Employers’ abuse kids without ambitions
Provide the family with the daily bread
No luxury or comfort, just misery instead.
Where is the guilt and who is to blame?
We the punters feel no shame.
Global players fulfill our requirements
Producing goods without sentiments.
Capitalist measures mean maximum profit
Cheap labour needed, you have to admit!
The only way to achieve a global presence
Reach out and help with forceful dominance!
We accept this situation here in the west
The status- quo we cannot contest.
We are all to blame for global conditions
Producers and punters make decisions
To sit in one boat and ignore the poverty,
Far away in a distant third world country
Workers are forced to produce or die,
Here in our comfort we ignore the lie.
What answer is there to the problem?
Take it from us maybe, and give it to them
No, but maybe to share and understand
Fundamental differences within mankind.
Produce material goods by all means
With respect for our fellow human beings
Let everyone live in humane conditions
A question of conscience, not ambitions
a smile and that citric smell that takes me back
to the fiery connection to god who all but forgot
that dark place where i love to sit alone, staring, dreaming,
finding myself cold and hollow, meaningless, searching for meaning.
that meaning that dries his hands in his hair and perfects
the cross-legged meditation that meant so much, once.
that meaning that throws his hands in the air and cries
"i was what mattered, once, i brought hope where there was only
to remember the hope that brought nations from the edge of disaster
and painted red upon black where no-one had ever dared to color.
where all those who entered and asked were pardoned and dressed in white,
unforgotten, loved, respected. that respect that i had forgotten,
those pants who fell down around the ankles and tripped their wearer,
unexpected, that terrible blow,
that struck more than once, and the anger that stayed behind to haunt
my self-indulgent hallucinations, where i was a true hero
where i sat and wept for the wine that was snatched away from my lips,
where there was true feeling in agony, a heartbeat and a whisper
and a cold shoulder that would never leave me.
this was, this is not, but this will be again.
shadows only dream of a promise that will never die,
a promise to myself.
I made a cloud box, and tossed it up into the air
so it could go home,
but it just fell back down like this:
wish, wash, wish, wash, wish, wash
Here where my heart fell,
Here where my life broke
I come to say good-bye,
To bury all
That made me cry.
Here I lay to rest
Dreams that never gasped,
Magnificent in their death.
Here I put to rest
All that made me blessed.
With a smile
That belies the pain
I seal love into its tomb.
Mandy Jayne Moon
Teddy bear, teddy bear, why do you stare,
When your sitting in my rocking chair.
Teddy bear, teddy bear, why cant you talk,
When in the night, i hear you walk.
Twenty times i have caught sight of you,
and i wonder, what is it you do.
I think tonight, when you think i'm asleep,
I'll open my eye's, and have a peek.
I think you play, with my other toy's,
As sometimes i hear a lot of noise.
Teddy bear, teddy bear, please tell me so,
Then i can join in, and have a go.
I bet it's a secret, and your not to say,
but that doesn't matter, because i love you anyway.
Imagine being John
Written by Les Johnson / April 2002
I wish I were John Lennon, famous
Writing silly stories and poems, ridiculous
Publishes with no problem, a book
Reputation, The Beatles, is all it took
Acknowledged by the literary hierarchy
Accepted as a masterpiece, a mockery
Child like sketches drawn as a joke
Lennon in heaven, what a good bloke
Classical pop songs, Love Me Do
John, tongue in cheek, it is true
Took the establishment for a ride
Laughed at professors, Jekyll and Hyde
I wish I enjoyed his fortune and fame
I could publish this poem, what a shame
Publishers only take the chosen few
Strawberry fields covered in dew
Never mind, I'll look to Van Gogh
He died penniless, suicide, the shock
Fame only comes when you die
Lenno and vincent, together they lie.
Tired today, aunty Lorraine gave me a ersatz list to window shop for
menagerie of thrown vases. Metronome clicks, jewelry boxes
Saluting fear, frosted cake walk impound soldier feet, iced blade to
strikes wedding bells.
Twinkling eye, stardust ballroom roused jukebox live,
tunneled underground hi-fi, kamikaze hits, making black waves of
rose rise red, raring to go early when son's ashes pile to roof as
twirled smoke turntables world, scratched, deep grooved hand playing
45's year, skipping heart beat that pearl harbours.
Kiss me mothers wait, soon to be some say,
for schooled bus jumbling lap of terrorized lunch,
pale tuck in imprisoned faces wasted from over seas pin-up postcards
stamped with "hard to get rules".
Mission of girl talk moves fast with lined up hosiery, passing window
shown sheer, giving volumes of pent-up fold drafted fought wind
as uniformed war wore on, spoiling for colored clothes.
Eating fast kept pace with boomers teething cap'n gown gold
while greased face moves earning that smelt of badged steel,
enforcing law forever over cogwheel.
by Larry D. Hollifield
I remember thinking you would always be there,
Forever in love with me.
I remember when the sound of your voice calling my name made my heart
Forever in love with you.
I remember thinking we would be together till the end of time,
Forever in love with each other.
I remember the day you left,
Forever in love no more.
The Love Between Two People
His eyes look into hers, the richness of the brown color, looks like chocolate
Her hand touches his face, gently making sure that all she feels is his soft
Soon I'll arrive...
And a miracle grew....
by Courtney Bailey
Wandering through life, I speak...
unmasked, true, and unforgotten love.
Through space I travel searching for a divine understanding of creation,
combustion of life.
Wadding through masses of uncertainty,
clawing to escape.
Trudging against the tides of reality,
I swim to survive.
Tired and numb, I relax.
Slowly, I whither to the bottom;
the beginning of the end.
Nothingness surrounds, no sounds echo.
Only thoughts of peace are left.
slowly lighting my soul.
Awaken my tired heart,
swollen and numb.
Collapse my fear and swallow my pride.
Trudge forward with a new set of eyes from which to cry.
"I planted a rose seed..."
I planted a rose seed in the depths of your heart
praying that you will be my chance at a brand new start,
i put some water on my plant someday hoping to see,
what started out as a rose seed a beautiful flower would be,
i checked on my rose come night and come day,
finally a stem formed from where the seed used to lay,
at the end of the stem a rose bud has started,
i knew from that day my old life i parted,
i watered and watched it and time took its toll,
that single lonely rosebud is now a beautiful rose,
now tilling up more dirt is the last thing to do,
an old rose stands strong yet makes way to the new,
its a never ending cycle surrounded by love,
your roots grow deep yet you fly like a dove,
Linda H. Cole
Look in the mirror...
Look in your mirror...
Look in my mirror...
Do you not want to experience
the horror or the terror?
The true self
that has existed in relation
to everything else
Is it there?
Always trying to stay
Seeing the daytime
As night falls,
hope it does not follow
An eclipse of the mind
left out far from
Lost in an identity projected
and the truth
Lay hidden under shades of a tree,
leaving unkown that what is
is not what you see.
Aisha E. Brittain
They are always bossy
They rarely groom themselves
And some are almost always stinky
always, always going
Who needs them
Who wants them
Who can stand them
And always leave up the toilet seat
If they're so bad,
Then why do we love them so much?
Born to the new
The tired and restless born to the new, forgotten and bewildered fraught and
Destiny and infamy are seen and as hole.
Could you betray me before I fall?.
Torn from my life, just to see the trouble I have caused.
Born to this life just to wear my new face.
Torn from the start to live from the end, can I begin my rise my one true
Are you a true believer, do you want a new path?.
Do you believe in the future?, do you wish for the aftermath?.
I see the lies, I see the hate, to much to soon, you took the bait.
Do you plead for your soul to be reformed and renewed?.
Do you see these lies through eyes so shrewd?.
Now beckons the trails of the soul, tired and restless born to the new,
To be forgotten and bewildered, now fraught but will it come true?.
Destiny will knock soon enough, infamy shall follow soon enough.
Torn to the end I shall live from the start, forget my face I shall follow
The tired and the restless are about to stand tall, born from the new we
shall watch you fall.