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 Jun 2016
Ignatius Hosiana
the pieces fall into place
&
sometimes
the place falls into pieces
 Jun 2016
Ma Cherie
I'm a fighter by my trade
a bed of pain you will be laid
my referee has made the call
this fight won't bother me at all
I crick my my neck

Who are you to not be afraid of me?
If I were you I would be
seen some fights more than a few
My gloves are laced and ready
my hands at side are steady
as sweat drips past my brow

Who are you do not know my strength?
I'll kick that feeling
break that ceiling
I am unstoppable

You can make me sick
you can make me cry
keep me guessing
and wondering why
I might give you a little sigh
as I hear them calling

I'll punch you back
knock you out
change my gear
of fear and doubt
I know it'll be alright

My gloves are tightened
my eyes are brightened
footsteps lightened
you don't stand a chance

Better you stay down
then go another round
I'm a fighter
I overcome
this battle has been won
I'm ready

two hits from me
the stars you'll see
me hitting you
you hitting the ground
that will be the only sound
and I am unfraid

you might try and you will fail
I'll take the wind out of your sails
Drop you like a bad habit

I'm a fighter so you know
you'll go down when toe to toe
I can take you with one blow
with the other hand tied behind my back

I'm a fighter
step in this ring
On count when that bell sings
your no match for hands my of steel
I am a fighter
soon you'll feel
the pounding of my fists

Stay down don't get up
My fists held tight against deaths cup
A fighter I was made
a fighter my Father's trade
he's in my corner

I ain't no dope
your pushed back on the ropes
you hit below the belt
I barely even felt
the sting

Step inside this ring
I'm a fighter
an out boxer
step in...or step off.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Loosely translated means my darling my blood.... my pulse a fighter. For Lady RF...and anyone struggling in any way :)
 Jun 2016
Polar
From nowhere

Like motes in the air

Notes begin to appear

Ethereal to the eye

Soft as the sigh

Of breath upon your face

Gliding over your senses

You feel their touch

Origin unknown.

Whether a force of rage

Or state of grace

For a time

You each occupy the same space.

Words can touch your heart

Or destroy your soul,

Obliterate your being

Or leave you whole,

And though the author

You cannot see

You get to know them intimately.

Though the origin of the author

Is often unknown

When words are shared

Your not alone.
 Jun 2016
SøułSurvivør
you stand in line
for liquid bread
with your thin dime

newspaper matress
you lick your lips
a cardboard box
will.be your crypt

sad
forsaken
so forlorn
your façade is *****
tattered
worn

the gold was stolen
from your vaults
passersby see only faults

the picket fence
around your heath
is as broken
as your teeth

the many choices
you have made
have sunk you to
an early grave

you're self-abusive
destruction bent

your temple is a

TENEMENT
**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/17/2016
You can lend people a hand.
But they have to want to take it.
 Jun 2016
Mohd Arshad
Mind
Is
A
Plastic box.  Anger will make it melt.
 Jun 2016
john p green
Sometimes by just pausing and allowing all else to swirl around you like standing in the middle of a dust storm full of leaves.
Eventually those few will fall at your feet, meant to be picked up and absorbed before carrying them forth upon a new path, while the others are simply carried along by the wind.
A for apple B for ball
You're cute baby beautifully small
C for cat D for doll
You baby is the sweetest of all
E for egg F for fish
Baby you're my fulfilled wish
G for goose H for hen
I look at you baby forget all pain
I for ink J for jar
You're baby my brightest star
K for kite L for leaf
Baby you're my strongest belief
M for milk N for nose
You're baby more fragrant than rose
O for owl P for pea
Baby your smile makes me happy
Q for queen R for rain
You're baby my richest gain
S for sun T for toy
Baby you're precious be girl or boy
U for umbrella V for van
Loving you baby is all I can
W for wool X for xylophone
With you baby I feel never alone
Y for yak Z for zoo
Rule my heart baby only you
A childish poem, for Lady RF, prompted by my comment on her poem Tree House.
 Jun 2016
South-by-Southwest
The little girl
wearing a Navy blue dress
with a white collar
and black patton shoes
holds a red
helium balloon
as she walks down a path of clouds
through the vast wilderness
of space and time
representing life on overtime
a second home on a lake
a souring career
living with a man she is married to
but doesn't love anymore
and may never have
sings the song
"Twinkle Twinkle , Little Star"
and she is wondering
just how far
 Jun 2016
South-by-Southwest
What makes a poet ?
That was my thought
I mulled it over and
Came up with these oughts :

Late nights with
coffee , tea or beer
Perhaps harder stuff
Whiskey , smoke or gin clear

And the struggles and pain
as the birth is exclaimed
Blood , sweat and tears
Falling as hard as ice on rain

Confessionals made
As black on white page
Love , death , fears
Even extreme rage

One who struggles
with the a's and the's
Should one even use
The apostrophe

One who's words
Gel by the witching hour
Words full of promise  
Warnings so dour

But perhaps greatest of all
Before even the start
One must have
a true poet's heart
 Jun 2016
Colten Sorrells
__ grant me the serenity
to forgive all my enemies

grant me the courage,
and the strength
to never take another drink

I need some of your wisdom,
too
to never lose my faith in you

I'll carve your name upon my wrist
to make sure that I don't forget

but I've no cash
for more tattoos
so Sharpie will just have to do

a simple stripe,
a simple band
a couple dots across my hand

so to the world,
it's plain to see
that you have left your mark on me

and you may think it's kinda odd
that this prayer doesn't mention God

I put my faith in something real
the most profound thing I can feel

there's no one I would place above
the one I'm always thinking of
To someone who has pulled me from the edge a lot more times than I can count. Who believed in me when no one else did, and the constant reminder that I am not alone. In you I have found my higher power.
 Jun 2016
jane taylor
come hither
bring the next epiphany
tho’ it may be shrouded
in the darkest night of soul
‘tis too exquisite
not to know
the wisdom folded
within

©2016janetaylor
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