She Kept Her Left Breast. Terry Collett
She kept her left breast For the coming of spring And the birds that may sing,
And her right For the joys of the night That may end in a fight.
She kept her right eye For the children who die And her left eye
For the bereft who cry. She kept her right hand To soothe and to hold
And to warm the cold, And the hand on her right For those without sight
Who stumbled in black of night. She kept her left foot To walk with her God
And tread the ways that He trod, And the foot on her right To stand on the hill
And view the passing of time.
Dreamless Slumber Gary M. Austin
Winter never drew so near The dying leaves of one more year. Grmily silent, cold and deep But dreamless slumber is not sleep.
Kissed with lonelieness and fear Of dying lonely, lying here Trees look on the world and weep But dreamless rest is not their sleep.
Soon enough, that sleep will come - Feared by many, cheered by some. Spirits on the watch they keep Know dreamless slumber is not sleep.
Kingdom of Heaven Tajamul
Kingdom of Heaven, to wail and to pray My Mecca is you, life bountiful and gay
They plead to unseen and harbour fear I have you in my eyes and know you care
They kiss the walls of fire and stone I bow to thee, no walls have I grown
They shall touch the skies, they believe Why shall I care with heaven on my sleeve
The Erl-King By Rhiannon Y.
Riding through the forest, In the dark of the night, Rides my father on horse-back, Holding me so tight.
I see a strange figure, Up ahead on the track, Itís the erl-king dear father, So please donít look back.
Heís talking to me dad, I feel very frightened, He tells me not to worry, But his pace fastens.
Father you donít listen, The erl-kings breathís so clear, Itís just the wind he tells me, I know the ends near.
The erl-king is asking, For me to go with him, I know heíll look after me, The future looks dim.
There is something out there, Did you feel it go past? He sure did sense it this time, His face was aghast.
The erl-king wants me now, He is grabbing me tight, I scream and shout to father, Dad Iím full of fright.
I love you dear father, I feel the cold numbing, There is nothing to do now, The dark is coming.
THE UNKNOWN By Austyn Njoku
the spirits speak through eyes in the mind they make us see deeds in the dark the spirits speak to those we've known with heart and soul when a pact is periled the spirits speak they make us feel the eerie chills of fear of yet unknown deeds of our otherness the spirits speak when distance is license for deeds in the dark the gossamers of today disappear like dews of dawn under piercing rays of tomorrow.
Does an empty vase bare of substance Not hold its value of that substance
Does the same shadow of distant past Not awaken a memory, that seems to last
Like a witty comment that ignites a smile Like a pretty dress that beams for a mile
With a slow death comes new creation Sifting through the mental stagnation
Like warm socks straight from the dryer Choosing the road which is seldom higher
WAR by Othmane Merzak
Upon my word, she loves me For the entire world, she loves me Shred my fingers, she hates me Her stench still lingers, she killed me Foreword put foreword, she hunts me Like a wolf on a herd, she eyes me
Star bright, cruel eyes Demonic turns in her enterprise Colossal, indebted She wonít let me sleep at night
Staring at her scathing gaze Consumed, Iím all ablaze My foresight was shunning The possibility, this canít be happening
Crudely destructive Simply defective She put a bullet in my mind Not only disruptive But also effective She pulled the trigger on the shiny guy
Star bright, cold eyes Demonic burns on her wretched lies Moonshine, one rhyme She burnt my world for a little light.
Joyous reveries Calcinated dreams Lovebirds in trees Their eyes are a deadly red gleam
LIGHT Marla DiGiacomo
crisp light harkens to a time of rest cozy warmth resonates with autumnís best
SOCIETY Ron Clement
Our society... Asylums do exists in, Where do you belong?
THE LIFE ON YOUR PALMS BY LIP SAI LIN
UPON THE PALMS ARE DELICATE LINES SQUARES AND CROSS ISLANDS AND DOTS BENDS AND FORKS FOR YEARS
THEY STRETCHED ACROSS THE TINY PLAIN FOR YEARS
THEY FOLDED IN STRONG BOLD FISTS HOWEVER
ONE DAY CHANGES MAY OCCUR WITHOUT YOUR SINGLE NOTICE
DANGLING BY RUTH WALTERS
She promises, she smiles, she beguiles but I know she lies, and through her smiles a child hides. She says she will be there for me, care for me, but when I ring her up sheís never there. Sheís always busy, always out, always! Sometimes sheíll telephone and I gush, I race to pick up. I smile even though Iím on my own. Life is so full for her you see, she hasnít time to spare for me. Then there was the change. Work took me away and I became popular, I became sought after, head hunted. I worked long hours, I socialized, danced, I became whole and my life was full. She called me one day and complained. Said Iíd ignored her needs, done her ill deeds, was never there for her. So I cancelled all my meetings, bought a train ticket and went to visit. When I arrived I had become invisible; ignored. She promises, she smiles, she beguiles but I know she lies.
LET THIS BE A HISTORY LESSON TO YOU by James Dean McNeish The loser, General Lee, wore clean, neat attire. The victor, General Grant, was a whiskey-stained mess. This proves, boys and girls, that Mom is a liar. Nice clean clothes don't lead to success.
Alone i lay on a wooden raft Alone i stay in the dark Alone i pray to survive Alone i may not survive
Alone i look out the sea Alone i wake up on the sea Alone i seek out for help Alone i may not survive
Alone i eat my dry food Alone i drink the salty water Alone i sit in the cold Alone i may not survive
Alone, yes, alone i stare at the storm Alone, yes, alone i live on the sea Alone, yes, alone i wait for the rescue boat Alone, yes, alone i may not survive
Alone, yes, alone i pray to be safe Alone, yes, alone i call out for help Alone, yes, alone i get on the boat Alone, yes, alone i was rescued
Alone, yes, alone i lived on sea for months Alone, yes, alone i walk ashore unaided Alone, yes, alone i continue to hold the Guinness World Record for survival at sea
olivia lucinda holt
gentle glide for one beside... and dream Bestow a wonder in misanthropic blunder Oh cow. oh bird. Oh tempestuous bridal fume Let loose this life one dare consume without match in delightful bequeath gain ground for this petty soul underneath. reach down, and reach low. Gather moss and think slow. Imprisoned by yield and caution and fear... Oh yes, the endearing middle the competitive bungled between thou art wrenched by inertia that avoids the obscene.
One dares still dream.
"I'm waiting" By Sammer Al-Mashaqbeh Dedicated to the spoiled-girl (2006) Which road I choose, to lose my address to feel all the pain, to live all the sadness
Like a black dot lost in a tome Trying to find a letter to lie on, a word to complete, to find you, to find a home
Every night, I see someone like a quick gleam Telling me, you are losing me, we will never be one team It is you, it is my impossible dream
I'm waiting you in a shallow grave and before me a stack of sand Either you bury me or give me your hand Either with you above or alone underground Either you share my hard days or leave alone downed
dear spoiled-girl, my feelings are really more than true Without you, I will never be, I will never grow
The River Tom Crowley
There is no river for me. I stand on the shore Of someone elseís river And wait for them.
I stand on the bridge Over this river And talk to the water Searching the surface for answers.
The river is silent It is not my river And it does not know me So I must leave again To continue my search
wish sudhan shakya i don't have wings for i would fly i don't have a wish for i would die all i can do is sit and watch how the snake is preyed upon the eagle's clutch what i don't want ! is a thought of revenge all i wish for is a thought of change
IN FLANDERS FIELD Blake H.
In flanders field, where men are lain. The battle field, so dark and grey. Men had come, and men had gone. To bleed and die, for ones they loved.
The torch still brightly burning, but now has burned so dim. Now we are responsible who come and go. But now red poppies grow.
for the men that shed there blood. and for the men that came and died Bring peace to all men kind. will always be remember, this war was to rotten, for so many to be forgotten.
To remember the soldiers,
Sydney Hall Age 13
They didn't die because they got older, To remember why they fought, To remember what they taught, To see what they save, To praise that they gave, Their lives so we could live, In happiness - we give, To them two minutes of silence, On this day of remembrance, Of how killed and died, And how our families, they cried, And as we stand here before them today.
We remember them on remembrance day.
WINGS WOULD BE NICE Courtney
I wish so much that I could have wings to fly with the birds that leave for the winter to much warmer places. I wonder what their path would be if they had me?
Mario Difficulto And His Bed Of Death. Terry Collett
ďHere is the challenge of an ancient man, Doubled up in his age and time, Buried with his grief and uttered tongue
In the dark days of his fiery youth, Touched by neither book nor word Or felt the look of love or grace,
But hid in all the outer face With that deceit and sickly grin And each and every bruising sin
That held me down through thick and thin, Oh, place your hand upon my brow, Fair brother, sister, show me how
From these dark times the way to go,Ē Said Mario Difficulto on his bed of death.
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