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 Oct 2015
Livia
Through trials, tribulation and
Never ending doubt and hesitation
There is a voice of determination,
Whispering in your ear, keep going
And you did

Fighting against all odds
Knowing death may come
But there is a bit of happiness
Knowing that they were doing the right thing
They sacrificed, but made it

I brushed off the nervousness
And put on a strong expression
Hope lost in my eyes,
But not in my soul
And I got up.
For someone feeling sad :).
 Oct 2015
Akira Chinen
A simple life full of simple things
Is worth more than all the crowns
Of all the kings
 Oct 2015
Dhaye Margaux
~~@~~

I am human in this big world
I might be warm, I might be cold
Sometimes I'm weak I need to hold
A heart of gold, a heart of gold

If I'm afraid I wear a hood
I don't do all the things I could
Sometimes I feel to hide my mood
I'm not so good, I'm not so good

In my weakness, I still feel strong
I find my voice and sing my song
Though I don't know where I belong
This can't be wrong, this can't be wrong

When I am strong, I never boast
Though triumphs need a simple toast
Like ship that sails into the coast
Back to my post, back to my post

I am human, I tell this straight
Sometimes I see you fill my plate
I would get mad, I also hate
I am not great, I am not great

I cannot see myself somehow
How I will smile a year from now
But I believe God will allow
I take a bow, I take a bow

~~@~~
I am not perfect.
 Oct 2015
James M Vines
A child is diagnosed with cancer and they say all hope is lost, because the parents can't pay the bill. Then a place is created, where there is no cost and the little child is saved. A mother has no home and no place to stay. Her husband drank up all of his pay. She is cold in hungry with her children, begging in the street. She considers looking through the trash just to find something to eat .Then a stranger sees her and offers her a hand, she is taken to a place of hope, where you can start again. The people don't ask any questions, they simply mend broken lives. They put her back her back on her feet and make everything all right. An old person lives in solitude, their years have flown past. No one comes to see them, they have been forgotten and are alone. They live in a house that is falling down and have no where else to go. A neighbor sees their predicament and wonders what they can do. Then they join with a few others and before they are threw, the house has been made whole and the lonely person has new friends. The problem has been taken care of and it has happened once again. Kindness has found a way and opened up a path, for someone to make a miracle happen just because they were willing to act.
 Oct 2015
Ann M Johnson
When poets fight
it just don't seem right
The weapons are not
a gun or a sword
but with  written words that
cut like a knife
instead of dividing
it is best to be uniting
through our love of
Poetry.
This is written in response to some people having conflicts with others on this site. When they fight it affects us all.
 Oct 2015
Sia Jane
It's hard to write a poem
When there's nothing going on
It's hard to think of what to say
When you've given most of it away

As poets we never scratch the surface
We delve within, disclose our deepest sin
We crave our pain, declare it's for our art
Yet more often than not have no idea where to start

But start we do and start we must
A deep desire in all of us
To spill out on the written page
What little bit we have tried to save

Ink now is the poets blood
Fragments of self pour from within
Silence is our safety net
To stop us from bleeding out

Although it's hard to write a poem
With nothing going on
We still find words to form a verse
From deep within our marrow bone

Work © Mike Hauser & © Sia Jane
Mike opened this piece and we went from there.
Hope you enjoy this Hello Poetry collaboration too :)

It goes without saying, just how honoured we are to have this as Daily <3
Y'all are the greatest <3
Thank you so much <3
Its usually about what she hears,
So please tell her the right things,
Don't say you love her if you don't mean it,
Because either way she might believe it,
If you don't think she's good looking,that's your opinion keep it to yourself,
What's the point of you telling her anyway?
Note that not  every girl fully acknowledges her beauty,
Being soft isn't being weak,
Don't take that for granted,her softness,fast loving and beautiful nature ; that's what makes her strong,
Because it brings forth experiences which toughen her,
She's a girl,she's beautiful.
Not saying girls always take in everything,nop!others know who they are so no matter what they're told,they stay grounded then on the other hand;some are still searching for who they really are,and are receptors of different opinions and views..cheers to all the ladies!! ;)
You are the supplier of the Air that keeps me Living.
You are the supplier of the water that I drink to keep Living.
You are the Supplier of Life, so that I may keep Living.
You are the Supplier of Food that keeps feeding me here.
For you are the one , that has spoke me into being here.
For you are the one, that keeps me Living my Life here.
For you are the one, that breathes new life into me here.
For you are the one, that keeps leading me through this road.
For there is none, yes none like you here on the earth.
For there is none, that lifts me up like you do here.
Only you can save me, yes only you  are worthy My God.
 Oct 2015
Elisa Maria Argiro
Halfway around the world
and here in my heart, dear friend.

Writing brave, wise poems,
so vulnerable, so original,
inviting us into your life and home.

Early this morning, a flash of red
shone at the very top of our oldest pine
like some tropical bird, here by holy magic.

The tail, in fact, of one triumphant,
energetic little squirrel, bright sunlight
transforming that waving tail
into a banner of joy.

"Sally", I smiled. Somehow
it was you, sending me another delight
in this morning display.

Rosalia, a sweet garland of God's own goodness,
connecting us with grace and cheer,
all time zones made as one.
For my dear poet friend, Sally A. Bayan
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Oct 2015
Mysterious Aries
Words threaded are no better than dirt
If no one could feel the emotion of joy and hurt
If human heart metamorph into stones
How could a sparkling poem will hit home?

Seems poet dwell beneath the surface of the ground
Watering each other plants, praising each other sound
With instinct to prevent extinction, in order to continue to roam
But if we are on the underground, how could we hit home?

Doing both selfish and selfless acts
Photographer of fictions and facts
Every detail of life during white and gray
Hopefully, the images we captured will hit home someday

10/16/2015

Mysterious Aries
 Oct 2015
Ann M Johnson
The Market crashed as the people dashed
   All the banks closed down
   The people frowned
   Natural disasters were all around
   Stock brokers quite literally took a dive
   Many people died
   On the day the earth stood still

    The daily grind
     The worry over bills
      Was replaced with the need to just survive
       Some people rioted just to get something to eat
       On the day the earth stood still
        
       Some people screamed
        While others cried
         Some people looked down looking for someone to blame
         Still others looked outward and sought ways to help out
        Some people banded together to keep each other and their         neighbors alive
        Some people looked up
       While some people prayed for wisdom for themselves and others
        to get through this trial
        Some people looked within only and felt all alone
        Still others thought of this as a test of their will
        On The Day The Earth Stood Still
        
         I wonder if we were faced with this crisis
         would we stand together
         or fall apart ?
         perhaps the answer is found already in our hearts
         If we are lacking a strong network of family and friends
          Now is the time to start
          We don't want to be found slacking if the world falls apart
                     Sometimes things happen in a blink of an eye
                    It might be best to get ready just in case
                    No time left for slacking if The Earth Stands Still
I recently watched the Movie San Andres, and it got me thinking and writing with this as a result. I would love your feedback and comments Thank You !
 Oct 2015
Ann M Johnson
Sometimes unfortunately I get a little behind
or have way too many thoughts pressing on my mind
or I am experiencing sickness or heaviness on my heart
at times like these my best intentions seem to depart

  It forces me to play a game I don't want to play
or I might say that I'll get around to it on a Rainy day
The game is called catching up
It can be quite intensive
or in the case of paying a bill late
be extremely expensive

In the game of catching up I never seem to win
mountains of laundry make my head swim
mail piles up as I feel like I'm about one step forward
and twenty behind their are thousands on e-mail that
I can not read through it feel at times like I might lose
my mind

Worst of all I get behind on what I enjoy reading the most
The beautiful inspiring poetry from all my Hello Poetry
Family and friends to whom in my gratitude my words
alone is not adequately expressed
You have inspired me and enriched my life
  and poetry has once more become my life's breathe

I am sorry that I get a bit behind on reading poems or on replying
at times
You are etched in my heart and mind at times that I am away
  when I get a chance to read your poems it really makes my day
  Each time I go on here I discover new poetry treasures to follow
so I continue to get behind while trying to catch up
but it seems to be all worth it now!
   With Heart felt Gratitude to all my Hello Poetry Family& Friends
       Poetically Yours,
         Ann M Johnson
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