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 Jan 2014
Robert Blankenship
I wrote this poem about an old home place that I have passed many times on my way to Eureka Springs Ark. with my wife. The old house even in its aged and worn condition is beautiful and intriguing .The sets just off of Highway 62 in a small clump of trees, alone. There is no other structure around it. It is leaning more each time we pass. It's outside boards are gone and it is completely grey in color. I know that it is just a matter of time before it falls into a pile of forgotten memories. I always stop to take a picture and spend a few moments looking upon this old home place. The joys the sadness, the Thanksgivings and Christmases celebrated. Family gatherings . Warm summers and cold winters, beautiful springs and peaceful fall days. Children running to and fro . What stories would you tell me if you could.But sadly, someday it will be gone, taking with it all the scenes and memories of all that happened there. Then it will be forgotten, and remembered no more. If only the past could speak to us.

If you have some time to visit
I have some words to tell
So if it is you can
Please stop and stay a spell

But if you must hurry on
Don't worry, I will understand
You are young and busy
But please stop if you can

I was once like you
Young and full of life
But the years they have flown
Like a bird into the night

I have long withstood
The blowing winds of time
As I stubbornly grasp
This place I know as mine

And with each passing storm
My foundation weaker grows
And my strength is slowly lost
As from my frame it flows

I was beautiful once
Here underneath these trees
And folks that were passing by
Would stop to gaze at me

My paint was clean and crisp
And I did firmly stand
I was proud of who I was
As I stood tall and grand

A family from long ago
They once called me home
Inside where they lived
I saw true love was shone

I recall the many sounds
The old clocks tick that counted time
The laughter as memories were made
Each day and at special times

I have also felt the sadness
My floors have been stained with tears
From many times of sorrow
Suffered through the years

Their many words are echoed
Within my empty halls
And the ghost of those who loved here
Speak and rest within my walls

But to your ear there is only silence
For my family now has gone
And I have been left here
These many years alone

Each of them one by one
Left to go away
And I had always hoped
They would return someday

But so many years have past
And I have grown weak and worn
Now I am grey
And my boards are bent and torn

I know not how much longer
I will have the strength to hold
The precious memories within
Worth so much more than gold

I know that I will someday fall
Into finality
No more remembered here
A home or a family

If you dont mind my friend
May ask you to mark this place
And remember here once stood a home
Full of love and grace
 Dec 2013
spysgrandson
I knew Pearl, comely, calm Pearl
eyes as blue as the skies
that warmed her sands
where we walked and talked
dreamed the days away
her voice so sweet on the Pacific winds
it made me forget about home
I was breaking daily bread
dipping it in the
yellow yolk promise of eggs
when little gunner Joe
said come down below
to see the kitty he found
crouched in the shadowed corner
no bigger than the rivets
get her some milk he said
when we placed the offering in front of her
she roared a lion’s roar…
and the roar kept coming
and the young living
thing
disappeared into the darkness...
the stench of smoke
the screeching screams
the fierce rocking of the hull
and blackness
which came too fast to touch
all spoke with equal madness
telling us doom
can come on a sunny Sunday morn
in Pearl’s land
falling,
is something we all know
in the flat land of dreams
in the lucky light of day, and
on that Sunday morn,
in the boiling bowels of our ship
slowly,
with some giant hand in command
the water, the water,
the water we all had grown to love
now taunting our feet,
then our knees
the pounding began
the eternal pounding
the pounding of the hopeful
in Pearl’s blue skies
and our pounding,
the pounding of the ******,
without any eyes
the water
now at our waists
now at our chests
and then only our frozen faces
against the hard steel that had been our home
had the last few breaths of air to breathe
heard the last few gasps of desperation
and the feeble futile pounding
of those in Pearl’s darkened sun…
now we rest in this sunken tomb
the guests roaming above
with cameras and tearless eyes
for they were not
the ones who heard our cries
those who did, do not return
for Pearl is no longer a sunny beach
and a stroll in a dream
but a place where the pounding started
and never stopped
and where the world changed forever
when the first bomb was dropped
a tale from 72 years ago today
 Sep 2013
Sharina Saad
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye."

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person.
An hour to appreciate them.
A day to love them.
And an entire life to forget them
A touching story of an old woman...
 Sep 2013
Tana Young
the true joy of sorrow
5w
 Aug 2013
Alvira Perdita
Thank you too all those
Who have shown so much support
And to those who show they care
No words could help you to understand
How much it means to me
It's not good, I know
Shh, but everyone here shows so much support
(Namingly Timothy)
And you guys have no idea how much it makes my day
So, thank you :) ***
 Aug 2013
Zemyachis
Born out of an unmarked grave
Molded from the dirt a slave
With eyes fumbling in the dark--

I feel

A sparrow trapped in my ribcage
My gifted little pressure gauge
Who though she pleads can't disembark

This vessel.

She pecks at my liver
convicts guilt while I shiver,
And ****** at my heart when I am numb.

I listen to her wings abeat
A flutter-***-drum so petite
It makes me wonder what I've become.

But a wimeywobbly found belief
I'm quite sure that time is brief
When unawares she'll break loose my chest

A treasure,

half a pretty penny for my soul,
Chamber unlocked, He paid the toll
Sparrow, my spirit...
                escape, you short-stayed guest
Stanza 1: references creation from the dirt, inherently a slave to evil with no clear sight or purpose
Stanza 2: introduces something not physical, a conscience of sorts that cannot leave the body
Stanza 3: as a person's spirit, the sparrow must convict wrongdoing (refers to prometheus's punishment and themes of pride/playing at God) and ***** the heart to empathy for others
Stanza 4: Somehow the sparrow has a connection to a person's fragile lifespan, causes soul searching
Stanza 5: the brevity of life is clearer and death is intertwined with liberation
Stanza 6: Matthew 10:29 "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care." Do the math. And know a soul is worth more than any regular cent, and the full amount has been paid to free it.  
Last line: Spirit and Body part as relatively short acquaintances
 Aug 2013
Sydney Victoria
"Sydney," Said The Little Boy,
"Why Do You Smile So Much?"

"I Don't Know, Ryan," I Replied,
"Is It Weird?"

He Tipped His Head Side To Side,
"A Little," He Grinned

I Watched A Leaf Float Slowly To The Ground,
A Sure Sign Of Fall Arriving,
"Maybe Its Just Because I'm Really Happy"

My Heart Broke A Little Then,
Because It Hurt So Much To Lie
 Aug 2013
Sharina Saad
She...
as beautiful as a rose
Her love is so sweet
the sweetest fragrance of a rose
I love the scent of this woman..
the sweetest rose
that melts my heart..
She..
who is as beautiful as a rose..
that blooms in a golden sun
She holds a rose in her hand..
with her million dollars worth smile..
her cheek rosy when she smiles..
The rose in her soft hands..
as sweet as her smile...
outstanding as they bloom..
She...
her blooming eyes,
red roses delight in those pair.
I could see her heart in the rose she holds..
In her heart a garden of rose....
What a beautiful rose she is...
 Aug 2013
Lover of Words
Give me back my shell,
My hole of comfort and understanding.
Where I face not the hard and weary world,
Give me time to myself,
A me time that only I can comprehend.
I wanna rip the cord of constant connection and just let the thoughts and soul settle like the bottom of the ocean.
I wanna just relax and be able to be myself,
ALONE,
Without another,
And nobody seems to get that very well
At least not anyone I know,
So if anybody were to love me they need to understand this,
I'm a half introvert,
And that half needs some time to recover at times
 Aug 2013
FredErick le Roux
How blessed my journey lie
How deep I hold inside
Time can never try
To fade the words I find
How wonderous the Light
That leads me through The Night
And on the other side
God waits with arms out wide

And hear my soul"s desire
To sit beside Gods choir
Of Angel tongues proclaim
The Glory of Thy Name
And here I find my journey
Finds peace and purpose too
My life has been worth living
My tears - I"ll never hide
And thus I  now must leave you
My Final Goodbuye

Wisdom I have gained
Through heartache and through pain
The Past reminds my heart
Of where from I have came
This mortal plane I knew
I leave for life anew
And every step I took
God shows written  in His Book

And hear my soul"s desire
To sit beside Gods choir
Of Angel tongues proclaim
The Glory of Thy Name
And here I find my journey
Finds peace and purpose too
My life has been worth living
My tears - I"ll never hide
And thus I  now must leave you
My Final Goodbuye

Remember as the sun rise
So the wind must die
I"ll keep the memories hidden
Deep in me inside

And when this life Leaves you
With Tears in ur eyes
I will be crying with you
Gods comfort, He"ll provide

And just believe in something
Never close your eyes
Someday I will thank you
For  now I simply leave you
My Final Goodbuye

And hear my soul"s desire
To sit beside Gods choir
Of Angel tongues proclaim
The Glory of Thy Name
And here I find my journey
Finds peace and purpose too
My life has been worth living
My tears - I"ll never hide
For yes I now must leave you

My Final Goodbuye

Yes your words I will remember:
Thank You

My Final Goodbuye
(God Bless You)
-X-
FredErick
.......
To all things there comes an end-and so to each of you,"thank you"" for the time you took to read my humble atempts at writing words-words that I pray have found a place in your Heart-for words never die,they just find a new home in another heart! This is my final poem- and you all have helped me through a difficult time in my life with ur kind respoNses and loving words- I am a writer because of everyone who wants to read my work- I pray that this site will heal many a broken hearts who just need a stranger saying :well done! I will continue to read all of ur work and know that if I don't respond-i take your words unto my heart!! To all I leave this: May God touch ur Soul just once- through reading someones poems on this site- and may you have Eternal life!!! ( God bless you!!!) -X- FredErick
 Aug 2013
The Silencebreaker
Silver*

is a lot like the night when the gentle moonlight shone through my windows
and I swore it was perfect for a slow dance —
those kind of dances when you feel every molecule of your twirling and swaying;
those kind of dances when you dance to your own music –
legato and occasional staccatos during moments
when you close your eyes and feel the world beneath your feet skip to your beat;
those kind of dances you swore that you could win the title “best dancing couple”
even if you were dancing alone
because your best accompaniment is often yourself.
Silver is a lot like when we wished on that 1111 moment together and
you said you wished for me to be happy,
it may have just been a simple wish but
it sent this tingling feeling down my spine
and I could feel my heart thumping (lub dub lub dub),
pumping the pure essence of happiness into my veins.
Silver is a lot like the day when we first met,
when our eyes first met in this 2 second glimpse
that made the little butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
It’s what I remember my dreams to be.
Sprinkled with glitter
and how I woke up to the freshness of the previous night.
Silver is watching darkness engulf the place where I took a little stroll,
I remembered the crickets chirping to the dampness of the air,
I remembered how the wind caressed my face with it’s soft touch,
I remembered the trickling of the river water
which carried with it so much potential and brilliance.

I remember.
 Aug 2013
Marshall CB Hiatt
The summer air is cooling gradually,
The peaches are off their trees,
The leaves are preparing for autumn,
But it’s still only you I see.

And winter will gladly come,
We will be in school all day long,
I will spend the hours dreaming
Writing and singing your song.

Remember when you stopped,
So suddenly where we were,
You kissed me,
        I smiled,
I had a disease and you’re my cure,

Thank you, Beau.
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