OPEN MIC ARCHIVES
There is more with July Encore, 2002.
Up-dated July 2, 2002
By Ken Collier
The contrary music of summer
The death dirge and thundering shouts
The contrary music of summer
To counteract to dim my smile,
so as not to appear foolish
The awkward beat of my heart
Its lurks are tribal rhythms, hold brown notes
The awkward beat of my heart
Its pound threatens to break its tender,
The movement of our kiss
The slick passivity of heated pulsation
The movement of our kiss
A thing of beauty, and aching comfort
The loss of your embrace
No more can I feel that sensation
The loss of your embrace
My only comfort is that I shall return
to your arms and feel that bliss
A Great World
The joy of children
is kept secret in a Great World
which worships somnambulant guitarists,
game players, thieves.
Admiration for aged survivors is fragile.
Few rewards for those who toil at
minimum wage, strum guitars off key,
play for fun, never steal.
Oh, what a Great World it would be, if
newborns were twenty one years old,
gods' advocates followed the scripts,
and elders exited quietly.
william Jerome (Jay) McNeese
As I sit here beside you and gaze into your eyes,
that sparkle like diamonds in the sky on a crystal
clear night; my heart is filled with wonder and amazement
and such pure delight.
As I feel the warmth of your hand in mine,
passions begin to rise as we sit here and recline.
I'm entranced by your beauty,
the likes of which I've never seen.
You've taken me to places of which I've never been,
but often have dreamed.
Again the passions rise,
like doves taking to the sky.
As we walk through fields of clover,
see the beauty of God's nature grand;
you make me feel proud to walk beside you,
You make me feel like a whole man.
Life is complete again, the passions rise.
As I take you by the hand and feel the warmth of yours in mine,
as we walk along the sands of the oceanside;
underneath the moon and the starry night,
again the passions rise.
I long always to be beside you,
never to leave your side.
As long as there is breath, as long as there is life,
the passions between us will rise.
HAY. HOW ARE YOU DOING? I'M ALRIGHT, JUST CHILLIN I MY CLASS. THINKIN,
CONTEMPLATIN, WAITIN ON THE TIME TO PASS. I'M THINKIN OF YOU, WONDERIN HO
WE'RE GONNA DO. IS IT GONNA BE FOREVER, OR JUST A MONTH OR TWO? I'M
WORKIN ON A WHILE, NOT PLANNIN ON FOREVER. JUST WANNA GUIDE YOU THROUGH THE
STORMS AND ALL TYPES OF WEATHER. I WANNA BE YOUR FIRST IN EVERYTHING YOU
HAVEN'T DONE. I'LL DO IT SO WE'LL AND ALWAYS BE YOUR NUMBER ONE. ONE DAY
YOU'LL WANNA MARRY AND ASK ME TO HAVE YOUR SON. BUT BELIEVE ME I AINT RUSHIN ,
JUST WANNA KEEP THINGS SIMPLE. WE FLOW SO SMOOTH, I'M THE VOICE AND YOUR MY
INSTRUMENTAL. IF I SEEM TOO FORWARD, EXCUSE ME FOR DOING SO. YOU SAID YOU
DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL, JUST WANNA LET YOU KNOW. LIKE I SAID, NOT GONNA PLAY
YOU CAUSE I ALWAYS KEEP IT REAL. ANYTHING YOU WANNA KNOW I'LL SAY
EXACTLY WHAT'S THE DEAL. SO YOU CAN FEEL ME, THE TYPE OF WAY I'M FEELIN YOU.
REACH UNTOUCHABLE PEAKS, SURROUNDED BY THE BLUEST BLUE. RIGHT NOW DONT WANNA
BE THERE WITH NO ONE BUT YOU.
YOU KNOW WHO
True Beauty Defined?
Beauty is a quality that gives pleasure to the mind,
Your example is matchless-your beauty cannot be defined.
But I'm not talking about your facial appearance or even your attire,
But the beauty of your heart that so many try to acquire.
A beautiful African queen you are, your smile shines like the sun,
The intellect of your character is something that cannot be undone.
You are truly a priceless pearl, a treasure to behold,
For many have tried to explain, and still your story has yet to be told.
Well, what is it that you have that makes you stand above the rest,
It is the way that you remain polite when people put you to the test.
Many struggle to understand the endurance of your pride,
All of the courage that you display and the love that you have inside.
The self-sacrificing spirit you have is shown clearly each day,
To you it is a ?code of ethics? from it you never sway.
A woman you are but your courage cannot be measured,
And the determination of your soul is truly your biggest treasure.
Your esteem and presence transcends all the diamonds and gold,
Even though precious jewels, they can be consumed by mold.
But the qualities that you reflect, no one can take them from you,
And because of your display of inner beauty, I want you to know...I love you!
Found that point
Found a point in my life
A month ago I had no life
It left me
She left me
I was alone
It was sudden
I knew it was love
You just know
You know when itís over
You canít move on
It sent me into a pit
I couldnít get out
She was in my head
Screaming in my head
I wanted to give it to her, Hold her
So what happened
Why am I alone?
I treated her like a queen
I loved her
She found someone else
Found a point in my life
Iím happy again
Ready to love
Ready to play
I had loved and lost and came away happy
Tired, how I feel.
30 seconds of insanity,
Sitting here as his beauty echo's
from the other side of the room.
Writing, as he sits and draws.
Awkward, somewhat, for it is me
he is drawing.
His eyes, repeatedly gazing up from
the book in which he draws.
And I, as I sit, I try not to notice
the sound of the eraser hitting the paper.
Rain, it drizzles outside and the sound
is somewhat comforting.
With quiet music playing, imagination
has its own game.
Tired, I feel it again as he tells me
not to move my head.
Eyes growing heavy, but I continue
to write, as he draws.
by K. O'Neal
of love's suffering
softly falling down
The salty drops of meaning
saturate the pulsing frown
the constant tempo
the consequence of a lie
The time that gave it substance
is weeping from the eye
I tell what is true
and openly admit
In love with you.
In just one minute
people come and go
you meet the girl of your dreams
but does she even know
her beauty so discouraging
but you know you must go on
for wherever it may take you
you know its just begun
Ambrocio Galzote III
Nothing Else To Say
I've said everything that needed to be said.
I told you how I felt about you but you ignored me anyway.
I've got nothing else to say.
I told you time and time again how my heart used to race
every time I saw your beautiful face.
I tried to make you understand.
I wanted to make you my man.
I've got to show you I'm strong.
I've always promised myself I can't let you
see me cry.
There's a void between you and me.
I'm speechless, I can't find the right words.
I've just gotta ask one more time,
won't you be mine?
I have to remind myself before saying another word
that the love I once felt for you has faded away.
I am left standing here with nothing else to say.
What I Must
As night calls, I must answer
Bring good tidings, hold a bad omen
Clinging on here by the edge of nothing
The abyss welcomes yet another permanent guest
As the past calls, I must reply
I scrape the earth, my provider
I bow my head in gratitude and quench my thirst
A scratch in eternity, my remembrance
As time calls, I must succumb
Lay down my tired head so bent by pain
Clench my fists, and anger in my heart
Bite my lips to contain the curses of regret
Kevin you broke my heart into two
and there's nothing nobody can do
I cry everyday
wishing you could stay
My friends say you're nothing but a hoe
and all I can do is just sit here and say so
I want to give you my love
but I'm scared you're just going to give it a shove
I want you to be my man
but you just don't understand
I tried everything to be with you
tell me what else can I do to spend my life with you
Everyday I sing a song
saying why is my life going so wrong
I don't want to like you anymore
Because you make my heart so damn sore
I wish you you was my guy
but everything you tell me is a lie
and so now I have to say good bye.
you were never there for me
it' so simple so why can't you see?
life has been so hard
but you never sent a single card
i can't believe you
you took me for granted
so now i finally had it
i don't want to hear what you have to say
and your lousy pathetic ways
i hate you with great passion
with also a high fashion
why do you do the things you do?
i'm certain we're already through
why do you lie?
better yet, how do you lie
without even having to blink your eyes?
let me tell you this and with a goodbye:
anyone can be a father
but then again for your case
please don't even bother
it takes a real man to be a dad
who because of you i never really had
I don't know what to do
I'm not supposed to care for you
And yet I find a way to lie
It hurts me real deep inside
I'm sick and tired of playing games
too many faces, too many names
I don't know why I care
About you or your stupid hair
Tell me that you aren't for real
So I can say you were never a big deal
For all my thoughts I have for you
For all the love I know is true
Yet you think my love won't do
Because you think I'm not for you
I think I've come to my conclusion
It should clear up a lot of confusion
I don't think you'll figure out what to do
Well figure this one out... to hell with you
A TEARS CAUSED BY A ROSE
Who may say, that a rose is a simple flower?;
For thy rose deserve respect, love and honor;
For thy virtues seems never end;
As true love never be in blue;
Why a rose has different colors?;
For thy beauty only shade of rain;
As the love has shade of pain;
For thy here, after rainbow only see;
That gives joy, hope and tender smile;
I never see a rose which has great intellect;
For thy love; it might be wisdom;
Look thy tears!;
For thy petals;
Is thy tears of true love;
How I wishÖ.
A rose of my life;
Once I been in the garden of love;
Three roses I never see;
I never felt thy love;
I never see thy roseÖ
HALF OPEN HEART
Pain seeped in and caused my heart to freeze. over time it caused me to live
behind my iron wall.
You don't understand because you don't know why I'm in pain at all.
I could show you my softer side, but it would cause me to expose everything I
had to hide.
Slowly I could open up each layer and let you take a peek and understand that
there was happiness my heart once was trying to seek.
I could show you all the tears I've cried and the small dreams that died.
The lack of pursuit of happiness caused me to let go and drown myself with no
Turn the pages of my life and get and understanding of how the story is going
what you don't understand is that it won't end and its sometimes hard for me
I could tell you what's missing but I've got it under lock and key.
Understand that I want you to see the real me and I hope one day I'll realize
that's the way it should be.
You have to be patient if you want to see inside my heart and learn all the
struggles and pain that tore me apart.
And learn the possibility of my vulnerability.
Please don't go
I just love you so
With out you
I'm so blue
I stare in your gorgeous eyes
You leave me with nothing but cries
How could you leave me here
It is all so clear
now I see
You never loved me
can you still see me when im not around?
do you hear my voice when you answer the phone?
do you miss me whenever im not there?
do you see me when im no where near?
do you wish i was there with you?
and do you wish it was my voice you're hearing?
do you wish im right there beside you?
do you really wish you're still with me?
i wonder if you still see me walking around
i wonder if you're hoping its me, when you pick up the phone
i wonder if you wish i was right there with you
i wonder if you make-believe we're still together
Because that's what I do.
a mistake too wrong to be corrected
a step too far for me to retreat
a maze too confusing to be freed from
a day gone too fast for me to see the sun
our friendship is something i would cherish
something i will always miss
its a stab in the center of my heart
whenever i recall the day we part
because I knew it would be a mistake
to say whatever it is i've said
my pride and ego got in the way
and sad to say, i've let it stayed that way.
ďWater water everywhere, not a drop to drinkĒ?, I pondered,
Vagabonding miles and miles, in vain my attempt for a drop,
Evading the sensual pleasures, I went out for tranquility,
Escaping from the busy world of excitements and idiocies.
I thought of the gentle breeze, with the fragrance, natural,
Spreading in to my sense, giving pleasure, keeps me awake;
In the ďday dreamsĒ, in the drizzling honey dews, I saw her,
I tried futile, to forget the smell her charming face gave.
I dreamt of the golden days making love each other, piques;
The sunflowers smiling in the bright daylight, danced anew,
In the waves of the moonlight, her skirts glazed, sparkled,
Her bangles murmured, the necklace came down to her cleavage.
I saw the golden rays of the evening sun patting her body,
The waves created by the whistling wind, recited poems;
In the night, she sang like a cuckoo, echoing in the planes,
Melancholic, about the shattered dreams of the lost paradise.
Back to reality, I thought of the changes I had, dotage;
Leaving in my mind soaring memories, oozing out like wounds,
Whenever, I think of her, my heart aches and a dullness,
Pains my senses, as though of a sedative drug I had taken.
The ringing of the alarm the executioner,
The sun peering through the blind his assistant.
I want to ignore my sentence - to drift back off
But my fiscal responsibility reminds me of the
Motivation I need to get on with my day.
Step over the dog - fortunate to never have
Learned debits or credits or fiscal economics.
Under the stream of hot water pellets that
Wash away the smells and oils of yesterday
And the sleep of minutes ago.
Awake, dressed, groomed, and ready for caffeine,
I'm ready for the commute - my daily dance
With the 7am ballet - a troop with the same main characters
Everyday, and some guest performers each morning.
I pirouette into the fast lane as another does a spin
And some blindly perform their regular routine.
It all seems so meaningful, so important, even if only in our heads.
But I'm drawn back to the thought of my interrupted slumber.
I sit solemnly aloof
in my chosen corner
watching each one of them -
they too, steal glances at me;
every one of them did
in each group in the garden
sitting alone or in a cluster
still lonely, drink to thoughts
and perhaps, lonesomeness,
wishing it would go away
through one two three -
green, black brown bottles.
But still we sit stealing looks
at each other like chance lovers,
the morning after the night -
playing at not-me-first;
maybe that's why we're here
every day at dusk, searching
for someone to reach out to,
waiting, gulping our aloneness.
He walks the trail of His death
Wearing His crown of thorns.
He looks out hopefully for a friendly face
Sees none among the hateful throng
He carries his cross
In pain, he cries out, "Father, why have You forsaken me?"
And receives no answer.
Death comes and the world is silenced.
A sign is erected
"Here lies the King of the Jews"
The sign was wrong
"Here lies the Savior of Humanity"
the spirit sandy
sandy was a little boy who lived a long time ago running
a chore for his mother he got lost in the winter snow.
they sent out search parties for the little lad they
could not find him it was very sad. although many centuries
have come and gone people say they still see him down by millers pond.
so say a prayer for sandy to put his soul to rest so he can go to heaven
and be with gods best.
by Carlin J.
Beautiful birds way up high,
Soaring softly through the sky.
So many colors and different kinds,
They wander wildly in your mind.
They fly so high,
They fly so low,
Soft and sweet,
All day long with nothin to do
We usually play a game of spades or two
In tha restrooms are works of art
Is where are the rumors start
While black of milds and cigarettes are being lit
Most of us gurls are dancing to or singing a hit
If tha boys are not doing work
They are either being sweet or being a jerk
With teachers and principals given tha rules
We are cutting class of ditching school
While tha security guard is like "Get 2 Class"
Some just say kiss their a**
Most days are just a whole bunch of fun
Tha bad boys are always on the run
But this year is gone and anotha year has yet begun
We had fun and we are always number 1
THE CLASS OF 2005
What about the trees
the way they sway in the wind
what about the trees
when they try to mend
what about the trees
how they bring us shade
what about the trees
where children stayed
what about the trees
where people grew
what about the trees
where people knew
what about the trees
that are dying each day
what about the trees
when the children no longer play
what about the trees
that are so old and gray
what about the trees
where i once stayed.
REFLECTIONS OF ME
I once saw the most beautiful star, hiding behind a tree.
Perfectly designed, yet so few could see.
Other stars stood out blatantly, lining the sky for other to worship their
But this star shining so magnificently, rested behind a tree.
It was a mystery to me why something so glorious sought refuge behind a tree.
Ignored by most who did not take time to see.
I stepped around the tree to get a better view, and I found something
In front of the tree was the best place to see, this hidden treasure, placed
perfectly, guarded by the tree
by Thomas Paul Sterner/Howe
In the city we imagine the cars are wild horses
Buildings become mountains
piled high one on top of another
until they are small and one
under a great expanse of sky
where cave creatures dwell
climbing into the bellies of the horses
making false light against the night
a collective prayer to forestall the dawn
a curious perspective from our eyes we may leave
We are an old tree
small and wizened, gnarled
our Children flowers at our feet
A soft wind lifts their hair petals
Rain joins the smiles of our tears
the ancient bark of our face
Nature is our peace
by Spiros Zafiris
salamander skies and stormy seas will not
make for ideal conditions
for sending The Stars your gratitude
-not that The Stars will not listen to the dear heart
but it is spoken by wise owls and ripe trees
that clear skies and tranquil seas
will always add to each bequest
nurtured silence, too, offers another nuance of spirit
go by a calm sea on a clear day
and bring along some quietude
raise your arms and thank The Stars
-you will be listened to;
They will, more readily, be happy
to receive your gratitude
©2002 Brent Emerson
stained glass surrounds
casting in unnatural light
saints, flattened, sharply
in lead defined
lead through frozen frames
back, across the aisle,
and up, starting over
same story surrounds
in unnatural light from
traveled years to cover us
falls on saints, sinners
thaws winters turned back
calls springs return with
songs unceased since
growing fields display His greatness
trees of the forest rustle with praises
BEST FRIENDS FOR EVER
TO MY BEST FRIEND AND ALL THE BEST FRIENDS OUT THERE
It makes me sick to my stomach
When I think of losing you
Through death, fighting, or maybe somehting silly
But I know the possibility could never be true
I know we'll always be together
Because or friendship is so grand
Nothing can never come between us
Not even a stupid man
Months after months
Soon years after years
Through all this times there were some tears
We've gone through all good & bad
We've laughed through the happy
And cried through the sad
We're best friends for ever
And I know it will last
In the present & future
As it was in the past
I don't tie my apron strings
Or wait for vows on wedding rings
I take the warmth of my sons' small hand
And guide him softly the best that I can
I am a woman and a mother
But not far from the little girl
Woman....sounds like a word some caveman grunted out long ago,
just an extension of the word "man" you know
I think I deserve my separate name
Because I am different, not the same
I am strong and understanding,
in a world so demanding....of a woman
I nurture, I love, I listen, I am the barer of life
And have the most important job of raising a child
Through all the images of how a woman "should be"
I don't fit the mold, I don't do what I'm told
Some people use complex words, to baffle the minds of us all
But my language is simple...yet heavy with heart,
with arms to catch if you fall....
Luis (My dear little son)
I never thought to see you here
My Love for you is apparently clear
See... I prayed for you with each tear
As I gaze upon your precious little face
I will forever hold you in a special place
You were brought to me through God's Grace
I tried hard , I tried Long
God knew I would be strong
He must have known I finally had a sense of right and wrong
He sent you to me
For all the world to see
God must have heard my pleas
As you sit there taking it all in
I smile as I see that little grin
It sends a warmth over my skin
You call me Hunny
It is so cute and funny
Makes me feel like a little bunny
The day I looked upon you
There was Nothing I could do
To refrain from wanting you
You are my Joy
Forever you are my little boy
For all the world to enjoy
I Love you always and forever
(Luis, My dear little son)
A lifetime In Love
By Cecilee Strunk
I waited until you found me
and took me as your own.
Our flesh and blood made into one
became a temple, our sacred home.
Of all the sweet imaginings
I savored in my youth
none were more than fairytales,
But you the living proof.
I'll never stop to doubt my dreams,
just cherish them like gold.
If love feels this deep now,
imagine growing old.....
We've been in love for 50 years
our hair now gone or gray,
The grandkid's just came over
wanting you to play.
I think I'll make some Lemonade
and find the GingerSnaps.
Grandpa will be tired soon
and ready for a nap.
Our love has lasted a lifetime
based on just one thing....
No matter what was said and done
we held onto our rings.
Sitting on the highest rock looking over the lit ocean
Waves crashing to the shore I'm always in a daydream
Nothing but the rain thinking bout my wall of shame
In my mind my thoughts are down deep
Iím up all night cause I canít sleep
My head is in the clouds Iím falling down again
I need to let my true colors show
I feeling so low my life is going slow water slashing over my toes
I wanna change have a different name
I filled with shame I so lame put my pain in a frame
This isnít a game this is my life nothingís right
Iím not tough Iíve had enough wanna be loved
No one by my side wanna hide
Go out the tide leave everything behind get into a car and just ride
Need a different life lost all my pride
Does everyone feel like this sometimes?
Someone find me take my home
I donít wanna be alone Iím breaking like stone
Crumbling to the ground without a sound
Where do I belong 4-eva?
Dad, do you remember the many times you and I played catch
How often did you mend the old garage door latch
On winter days we always knew, we'd find a friendly fire
Pop some corn, warm our toes, and hear stories that inspire
Often we'd see you helping Mom set the table grand
Napkins folded so neat, they looked liked pretty fans
For all the many Holidays you helped to make so nice
With fresh squeezed lemonade kept cold with hand chipped ice
Oh! How happy are the memories of days of long ago
When we were little I know we said "Dad we love you so"
But through the years we might not say "Dad I do love you"
So here's a great big kiss and hug that is sincere and true
No one can ever take your place, no one would ever try
You alone can make a kite that flies higher in the sky
Scooters with ball bearing wheels were very, very fine
Thanks Dad for all the memories I've stored within my mind.
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!
by Alana Mohamed
Happy Fathers Day!
My brother shouts
Handing his present
To my father
A month before
The acctual date
He's just too excited
Can't keep a secret
Boy oh boy
I can't believe it
I'm just so good
I've hid it
Hid it for a whole month
I told ya I'm good
So good that even
I can't find it!
I guess I'll give him
This poem instead
So afraid of the memories
And what they really mean
So afraid of the emotion inside
The word I Can't repeat
Afraid of what might happen
And what could never be
Not knowing how to tell the new emotion inside of me
Tears flooding in my eyes
When I can't tell what I mean
All I can do is hope
One day I can be set free
From the turmoil in my chest
And the longing in my heart
Not to be so afraid
Look beyond what can be seen
AND bring you to the light
About the new found emotion
Found deep inside of me.
Sadness is gray
It smells like the rain falling from the sky
It tastes like salt water filling your lungs
It sounds like ocean waves crashing into the sand
it feels like your heart was buried deep in the earth's surface
It looks like a heart that has shattered into a million pieces
sadness is a puzzle of your heart yearning to be put together.
You ruined my life
Right from the beginning
How could you? You knew he had a wife
My parents got a divorce
I hated you for what you did
But that didn't stop you, of course
I'd cry myself to sleep every night
I did for at least two years
Because of you all my parents did was fight
Now its years later and I still hate you
Everything just gets on my nerves
Everything you say and everything you do
You look at me like I don't see you
I see the hatred in your eyes of evil
Sometimes I wonder about the things you do
You're always yelling and complaining
You whisper wicked things under your breath
And sometimes you too afraid to even say anything
You try to talk to me
You try to act like my mom
I can't tell you when I'm going on a date
I can't tell you I hate having you here
I can't tell you when I do badly on a test
I can't tell you that I think daddy drinks too much beer
So why can't you just get out of my life?
I hate you
I know you would never make a good wife
You cheated on my dad
I know you did it
All that did was make me more mad
But somehow you made it back
To make my life a living hell
I know you r evil, everything good you lack
One of these days my dad is going to make the right decision
He will get rid of you I know he will
All of this is what I envision
My daddy and me
We can make it together
But it would get lonely
Then he will find another lover
Nice, smart, and beautiful
His love for her, he won't be able to cover
When would be nice to me
She would be like a second mommy
This is how it's supposed to be
Don't you see????
Donít say that your life is done
I am sure the proper term is just begun
Because just when you think that the depression has won
You turn over and notice you havenít a gun.
You are positive you hate your life
And that you havenít a friend in the world
But instead of confronting your problem
You look for 10 nice olí pills
And then you look at your wall
Plastered with pictures a plenty
You realize you love your family
And you realize you hate your thoughts
This is the role of goodness
This is the role of god.
This is the role of strength
Playing in the life of all.
Rachel M. Blondbond
Hear her cries
You just ignore them as time goes by
This may be her death
And still you insist
Not to get involved you persist
Will he beat her or kill her tonight
Still you ignore her terrified cries!
The silence is near
No more cries, no more tears
Not even one to say good bye
Had you intervened
She may not have died!
The light within your eyes guides light
making the feeling of touch be so right
sending my nuerons into flight
despite, the weight of life in one sight
of blinding lust, which shines so bright
But, I constantly choose the feeling
the light feeling, equipped with healing
so good, it leads to kneeling
on love's ground of secrets and concealing
the truth that one sight, of your bright light begins
the expressions of what I really feel from within
Life After Death
Thank you for our baby; for the first time I saw
her; for the
first time I held her. I melted inside, as she laid
head on my shoulder, and her little hand in mine; I
thought I die.
I promise you as GOD as my witness. I'll take good
care of her as
long as I live; I'll tell her how special her mommy
was, how she
couldn't wait to caress her; hold her. It's hard my
love to go on
without you, but I'll try; all I see in her is you,
and it hurts deep
inside, an unimaginable pain. your last seconds I
recall; when you
took your last breath for the baby to live; it was
hurtful to see you die; but your legacy lives
through our daughter,
and I'll wait for the day that GOD permits us to be
in harmony, love always your husband
An American's Worth D-Day June 6th 1944
A pacified beach
For a brief moment in history
Took the life from the world we know
The boat was filed
With fear of the unknown
But he knew of the unknown
The unknown was evil
The unknown was what he hated
The unknown was what he would kill
The piercing sounds
Made from machinery without a face
Machinery without a family
Machinery without a soul
Machinery without mercy
From both ends of the beach
The yells of pain and anguish
The struggle like fish out of water
Boys away from home
Wishing won't do any good son
The heavy drops of his feet
Scared of the bullets
He looks down as his two feet
Trudge along the sands of good and evil
Left, right, left bullet
He like many will scream
He like many will curse
He like many will fight
Given the chance, he takes his weapon
For his family he shoots
For his friends (perishing alongside) he shoots
For his dignity, freedom, and country he shoots
Yet he is bleeding
And in indescribable pain
His mind drifts as he cannot shoot no more
He sulks into the beach
Disappearing to a better place
Leaving this red pool
His mind drifts upon a thought
The thought of a keenly dressed man
Approaching his home in a car
With a letter, with not so foreign letters
Dear Mrs. It begins
Our Deepest condolences It ends
"I hope my Mother understands"
"I hope she understands my life was for America's life"
"My death was for America's life."
Our soldiers are synonymous with honour,
Their's is no ordinary job, but a
commitment, the ultimate, a calling alone.
This call doesn't come at somebody's
beckoning , but from within.
Its an unstoppable urge to go beyond the self
It is a desire to give up life in service for a cause,
A cause that transcends, cleans us from dross.
And lifts us from the demeaning trivia of routine,
It is for life, once a soldier, always so.
We hear of stories of valour beyond call,
But shut our ears to the stories of those disabled soldiers of
past conflicts still struggling for a shred of dignity.
We've romanticized the war,
and even turned it into a seductive virtual reality,
But friends instant nationalism, like instant noodles
is just deceptively satisfying.
A fragrant flight tickles the senses
buzz as wings spread.
I squint and dilate as rays flood the tunnel,
alive and lush the petals flow.
Yet here the brash burgundy plastic sits, sore
suburban waste drifting
uncomplex molecules trapped by incompetence.
Like the lifeless petals, the molded hand steals,
but little is taken from an empty glass.
Senses dried dull by stale conditioning
in a tasteless, boxed arena.
Uncomplex and ordinary states
the plastic flowers stand still.
" FOR THOSE LOST"
I look up to the sky ,
as a tear falls from my eye ,
and wondering why.
All those lives were taken ,
an entire country forsaken.
A never ending sorrow ,
it hits so hard ,it hurts to swallow.
Families and friends left behind ,
how can anyone be so ruthless or blind?.
The damage can never be fixed ,
their spirits live on, although they'll be missed.
It still hurts so bad deep inside ,
to see people losing whom they use to stand beside.
I feel so useless there's almost nothing I can do ,
except God , I ask you to touch those hearts feeling blue.
And as your angels in heaven sing ,
let our country unite, and let freedom ring.
History is but a memory, and thine own memory is a thing of the past.
My mom cant remember my name, sea of life seems vast.
Whatever will be, will be so make the good times last.
Sail those seven seas of life, proudly
With a bird's eye view from the mast.
I know I too will one day get lost in my backyard
At least when those days arrive I'll forget
Forget that life is hard
Standing alone once more,
Those strong calves must again do their chore
The boat is watched as it floats away,
Yet the heart is the one left to pay.
The love of her life, her own Prince Charming
Has left her after a deceivement so alarming.
She knew what she had done was wrong,
Now only time was left to stay with her long.
Love is a deception in the lives of men,
Will it become of me ever again
The lady does not know, and neither do I
Will we ever stand together before we shall die.
NIGHTS COME FORTH
~Jennifer Luise Haas~
Nights come forth for me once more,
A cold draft seems to blow my door,
Darkness fills this place I rest,
Fear has seemed to get the best,
The wind is howling out my name,
All other fears now seem so tame,
Darkness consumes me in this place,
Emptiness is all that fills this space,
A dark figure now comes into sight,
What type of person would be out tonight?
This figure says no words at all,
It just stares back like a children's doll,
This figure comes forth toward my bed,
It does not walk, but floats instead,
This figure says now shining bright,
"Come forth with! Come toward thy light!"
by bob thorington
As I gased upon the ground
in the hot sun - next to my car..
I see these shadows dance around
When I turn - they're not thar!
What is thar - doesn't seem to be so..
and it's hard to understand!
An invisible wave that's on the go...
-As those made by man-!
View From Below
From down here, everything looks so much bigger.
I stand, but only see knees and thighs.
And I try to communicate, but something gets lost.
I want this - you give me that.
I play with the balls and the toys most days
And sometimes invent a few toys along the way.
A box, a broom, something to push -
Or stack or drum on as I express myself.
I get so frustrated trying to do what I want
But have your will imposed upon me.
Sometimes I see that your way is better.
But sometimes I wish I'd just get my desire.
I'm tired now, ready for a rest,
To the crib, maybe a bit of milk or juice
To start the dreams flowing in my head
Another few hours living among the giants.
There is more with July Encore, 2002
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