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 Oct 2014 Tina Marie
Sid
Everything is peaceful now
I don't know how it came to be like that
all I did was say I'm sorry
in a hurry
I was wrong
I felt his fury.

I said it
I meant it
for admission of flaws is not weak
in fact it's strong
He was right and I
was wrong.

No need for the tears
yet they flood from my eyes
for fear he will see my wicked side
then run and hide
with no intention of return
just another bridge left burned.

Yet somehow he forgives
says he can't bear to live
without me or how I give
him peace of mind.

Yet little does he see
how strong he makes me
accepting flaws he can forgive.

And that is why I'm shocked at how
Everything is peaceful, now.
Few things touch a poet more than the pure beauty of a smile newly in love,

Or the tremendous pain seen in the tear filled eyes of a heart recently broken.

I can no longer see one without recalling the other,
And in that I find my poetic doom.
You look at me and you see an enemy.

I look at you and I see a man who needs enlightenment
But one too afraid of his god to look for it.

Your hate could be the death of me for my compassion cannot hope to compete with a god.

Yet I am here
If you need a friend.
Where is your god?
I am becoming increasingly disenchanted by the major world religions
Take me,
     wherever you go,
          take my soul
Have me,
     whenever you want,
          have me all
I’m here for you and I’m there with you
Send me your cloud and let it rain over me
Let your grace embraces my wounded heart
The cut is so deep
Your mercy is in need
Take me,
     have me,
          or forever...
               put me to sleep

Abdullah Ayyash
June 19th, 2013
 Oct 2014 Tina Marie
nivek
poems written on faded skin
blow across the rim-
of a distant horizon
where all things are different
and nothing is the same-
except the stories of warriors-
who fought, and then lost-
to the fragile wonders of life
 Oct 2014 Tina Marie
Helen
silent
 Oct 2014 Tina Marie
Helen
ten thousand words
bleed from eyes
that look upon
the ground
*not one of them
made a sound
I feel a little lost tonight
I just wanted to write a poem :(
 Oct 2014 Tina Marie
Sjr1000
For all the lady poets
whose songs are sung
who dance on fire
when the night comes
who are willing to
go to the heart of the matter,
whose desires erupt
behind the smile
who hold secrets
and shadows,
who can turn you
into slick wet stone
with one word,
one look
one touch
one tap on the shoulder.

Who hold you between
their finger tips
roll you into a
tightening knot of
desire and fear and apprehension
and
bring home your reality
far too clear.

For all the lady poets
who know you too well
who know that shell
who can crack you
in a moment
and never look back
or
love you into life
or
leave you child like
stammering and wondering.

For all the lady poets
who love you too well
who are with you
for the moment,
know your
heaven and hell
and
open their words on these pages
a sweet treat
a sweet longing
a sweet surrender
the lady poets
can spin you
twist you
and
put you back on top.

The lady poets
hold the keys
have the words,
vast universes inside,
hold on
it's an exquisite ride
better buckle up
hunker down
hold on tight
without the lady poets
I'd never make it through the night.
 Oct 2014 Tina Marie
Helen
You saw the sunrise
over the mountain
this morning
way before I ever did
from your elevated position
You herded onto the bus
as I sat to the side
I didn't want to get
in the way
and be an imposition
Just three feet ahead of you
at the coffee shop
I struggled with the door
You stepped around me
and waltzed on through
ordering your cafe latte
as I struggled some more
On a very steep incline
it would be alright
if you asked me
You wanna ride?
I'd happily sit back
with my hands in my lap
I get very tired sometimes
I've never been
much of an athlete
but since I became 'half one'
I've actually learned
how to run!
How to shoot hoops
in basketball
and how to dance
I've even found
True Romance
For even if my legs don't work
no more
and I can no longer feel my feet
upon the floor
My memories provide
a solid ground
I know I'm not static
I can still move around
I'm not in a wheelchair, I don't know anybody in a wheelchair, I think this is one of my 'automatic writing' moments and hope it connects to somewhere out there.
I heard your whisper ;)
 Oct 2014 Tina Marie
Helen
Your work has been found posted here...

https://www.blogger.com/profile/01778541517020475886

Go through them carefully as titles have been changed but poems have been posted verbatim with no link to the original.

sigh

LOL.... no more than half an hour later, the blog is closed to me... not sure if he blocked me after I commented or just closed the whole thing... ****** parasite!
THIS is plagiarism... ;)
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