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 Jan 2016
Chris
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I’ve been walking this long hallway
for over a year
Reading the gilded framed
poems lining the walls,
verse after verse of
beautifully written words

I have made some good
friends along the way
Met some wonderful poets
who I have learned from
as well as learned to respect
and admire (watching far too many leave)
these meetings I will cherish

I have also crossed paths with a few
who didn’t care for me all that much,
hated my dreadful reviews, (blocked me for that)
misundertood my attempts at humor
or didn't appreciate the love poetry
I tried to slip in amongst the fighting,
but that’s okay, it takes all kinds

I've counted the masks worn,
there are more than two reasons
aren't there?
Some smiling, some not,
all there for their own reasons,
which it is not for me to judge
or anyone else, though that doesn't
seem to stop it from happening

Still little by little I have
headed towards a faint light
The soft glow at the far end
of this prose tiled floor
Each day the light became
a bit stronger, brighter
That tiny glowing square
in the distance
bigger and bigger

My shadow leading or following,
longer or shorter
depending on if I walk facing
forwards or backwards,
hop scotching over the hate,
sneaking past the accusations,
hiding from trolls (he found me anyway)
and the finger pointed whining,
hoping to pass go,
(you can keep the two hundred)


All the while sadly realizing
I am slowly becoming
smaller and smaller,
barely visible to others here
Disappearing a little more
with each passing day
Till now I am nothing more
than a forgotten minute speck
at the furthest end
of this meandering corridor

An insignificant silhouette
of a poet who once was,
now slowly fading
out through the opening
to stand in the bright sunlight
And as I refocus my eyes
to my new surroundings
I turn to wave goodbye
to what I so enjoyed
only to see a sign that reads…

*“Thanks for visiting Hellopoetry, whoever the hell you were”
To all of the wonderful people on here who have liked my poetry, I truly did appreciate your kindness. Thanks for everything...
I call it bad poetry.
Sometimes it's just stacked lines.
Sometimes it's banal and trite.
I break the academic rules
and write songs to be sung by fools.
Maybe I don't suffer enough
to write about tragedy and love.
I call it bad poetry.
Maybe I'm out of touch.
There is such a thing as too much subtlety,
maybe not enough,
or maybe I impress myself too much.
Maybe I'm insecure and out to lunch
and, although I want the world to hear,
I try to beat the critic to the punch.
I call it bad poetry
manic rudimentary ramblings
of a man child with poetic constipation
and stuck in a quatrain rut.
This feeling is nagging
Is it a love song, or self indulgent bragging?
Set a rhyme up here and there.
words are words and there is plenty to spare.
Mind is racing-  feet are dragging
Just one more rhyme will get me there.
Then freestyle for a while
with that smug self satisfied smile,
and write some more bad poetry.
I just want to say hello. I don't know much about this site.  There are icons that I don't know the meaning of, so this is my hello to everybody.
 Jan 2016
Ignatius Hosiana
You take credit for my poem
You've stolen my emotions,
my heart,my hurt and my notions
But you deny yourself the opportunity
Of being you for with my poems
It's me,whether it's your name
Underneath or above
Write your own, write something you deserve
For plagiarism is climbing a mountain from above
Try the slopes, hold to your hopes
Listen to that voice inside
One day you might become a poet
I wasn't one either
But stealing someone else's didn't get me here.
 Jan 2016
Mysterious Aries
Time, transformed me

Heal every touched of rage

All failures that rub me

The wound of my past



Teacher, modified me

Teached me the right path

The lane for a healthier tomorrow

For me to define this life with a better meaning



My friend, changed me

Picked up my wobbly hand

Give mind advice to cure its unrest

I want to feel your positive outlook



My dearest, refined me

Let me feel that genuine affection

Not the phony hugs and kisses

For my body and lips to attained true love



Lord, enlightened me

I was lost in intersecting road

Please display the right ladder

To the place where you are





From my tagalog poem: Baguhin Mo Ako

Translated: 1-18-2016

Mysterious_aries
 Jan 2016
Earl Jane


When you feel empty and helpless,
Lay your burdens to God,
Weep and pray to Him,
He will help,
Just trust and believe Him,
'Cause you might doubt it or not,
He always help,
We are just blind to see and recognize them,
God is mighty,
He loves us unconditionally,
He will help, He always help,
For He always listens, ALWAYS.



© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Today is another day of Living a Life.
To help others and be helped by them.
Today is a Great man's birthday celebrated.
For he wanted us all to live in harmony.
To love each other and help each other.
But he was shot before he seen his dream.
Get fulfilled here in the united states.
I seen so many inspiring people.
Here on HP with their own dreams.
I want to see each of you get your dreams fulfilled.
You ball inspire me and encourage me to.
I am so very blessed by each of you my friends.
I love you in Christ God bless you too.
I have so many amazing people on facebook.
That really inspire and encourage me there too.
 Jan 2016
phil roberts
I refuse to dream again
It only leads to pain
There is no truth therein
Whatever some may say
It's all tricks of the mind
And then in the light of day
Whenever I open my eyes
Reality is still grey

                             By Phil Roberts
 Jan 2016
seamlesslyrics
warm 
will 
come 

her 
smile will 
pierce society's crowd of 
chilling frowns and 
let downs 

to 
reach 
you

she’ll 
melt away the cold 
(un)numb your hope and 
confidence

her 
rich rhymes 
will ripple through your veins 
restore 
trust to a 
heart tattered 
by misused love and 
kindness

with 
combine effort 
you and she will stabilize 
emotional messes 
happiness 
will vibrate from 
your tongues and speak of 
endless days 
filled with love, laughter and
adventure 

yes...

its cold now 

but... 

warm 
is 
on 
her 
way




copyright©2004cj
Written for a friend
 Jan 2016
SøułSurvivør
I carved you out of plaster
I moulded you from clay
I put you on a pedestal
one fine summers day

But winter's wind came calling
eroding the shellac
In your side you could not hide
the evidence of cracks

An angel I had fashioned
a deity I'd made
but you were dust beneath the crust
you could not fly away

And so you came a'crashing
my beautiful amore'
Yes you fell on me as well
where I stood upon the floor

In pieces you lay the there
with our loving cup
though in one stroke
both hearts were broke
I began to pick you up

I noticed the wrinkles
on the flesh you wore
and I knew that it was true
humanity restored

Now we are together
as human beings abide
neither one against the sun

we sit
side by side



SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/15/2016
Never put anyone upon a pedestal
take it from one who knows

I'm sorry if I have not read your
work yet!
I have been ill and have a backlog
I keep going down repost rabbitholes!
 Jan 2016
nivek
You left your image indelibly across the Universe
the sounds of your songs beating deep into space
everything vibrates with your joyful freedom
all has changed irrevocably because of your voice
that gentle cadence of a loving heart made manifest
the unique person you have shared freely for eternity
we witness and bare our own souls singing with yours
you are a poet, and you are a poet for all, for all time.
Drop your Grudge Rants
by the door
We Will Not Tolarate
This Anymore

Edit and toss Distasteful Rhymes
Ugly Poems with Vain designs

Haughty thoughts and
bitter words
Childish petty accusing verbs

Who did What to Who and When
Will this Clusterfuck never end?

Selfish actions, Spoiled Children
We Refuse to be your Minions

Like CNN
And Drone Fox news

We've had enough of
Self Serving views

Hurting hearts, far and wide
tender Poets with
tenuous pride

Yet, Strutting and Indignant
for who I ask?
All those involved,
A Donkeys ***

Not a home for
Egotistical Zealots
Nor a place for
flinging pellets

We come in Peace, HP to share
Not get caught in ugly snares

And to the few that
have the gaul.

"If you have nothing decent to say,
say nothing at all"

YOU CHOOSE TO USE
HP THIS WAY.
GO AWAY. FIND SOME
WHERE ELSE TO PLAY.

●HELLO●HELLO●HELLO●**
                

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
☆ YES, I AM YELLING ☆
Many of us feel so cheated when we
have a moment to come onto HP
and our time is wasted by ugly
degrading Rant Writes
against other Poets.
SERIOUSLY. . Come on.. REALLY???????
 Jan 2016
wordvango
Tomorrow the baseball Hall of Fame will announce the newest members selected to join her hallowed hall.  Ken Griffey Jr.  will surely be selected.

I wish Hello Poetry had a Hall Of Fame. There are so many poets and good friends worthy of.  

In absence of, I wish to nominate the following poets for the first class when and if it is ever created. My criteria for selection to this Hello Poetry Hall of Fame are:

                    A feeling heart
                    loves  poetry
                    is a friend to others in the community

A Triple Crown.

Time and space are the only reason I have not listed all poets here at Hello Poetry:

Vicki  (My Queen, a love child of Whitman and Dickinson)
Christi Michaels MoonFlower
mark cleavenger
Musfiq us shaleheen
brandon cory nagley
The Masked Pimpernel
rebecca askew
Sjr1000
Pradip Chattopadhyay
elsa angelica
Eddie Starr Poetry
ryn
Weeping willow
KetomaRose
Steven Langhorst
Mike Essig
Willard Wells
Woody
Elizabeth Squires
SoulSurvivor
Pax
Grace
Dave Kavanagh
Sumina Thapaliya
FJ Davis
SE Reimer
Sally A Bayan
solEmn oaSis
Melissa S
Arcassin B
..... and to those I failed to mention I apologize. I am thinking of you, also, but time and space are the only limitations to my list of nominees.
Forgive me if your name is not listed. In no way am I suggesting HP create a hall of fame, because it already has one, and every poet who met my criteria above is already a member.
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