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 Apr 2014
Paul Hardwick
While I spend time looking over this top shelf
all I found was myself
not a book
just this page full of words
that explains me not
My own words.
For Raygan   ;-)    P@ul
 Apr 2014
Paul Hardwick
John Brown bring him down
pull his body to the ground.
bring him down.

Holiday, Holiday, I just declare a holiday
left him up just enough
pull his body to the ground.

Holiday, Holiday, I declare a holiday
even what the doctors say
John Brown.

You going on a holiday
on the holiday that is
truly yours.
You can thank me later Regards P@ul.
Love, faith and forgiveness principal are in
Christian school. Torrid anger thou must flay
While it's still displaying on the eastern tray
Ere its set on the *** laude of thy sterling
Prize. The other meek cheek of thine turn--
Though tough--to him that seek thy burn.

Gladly go not one but twain miles with
Him that bid thee. Distribute cheerfully
To widows cream bread and wine; the needy
And orphans--whether you're rolling in it--
Never neglect, and make no open show
Of thy charity: its trumpet do not blow.


Make mammon thy master nay. Believe
The Bible though you cannot It fathom
Out--the Spirit thy heart will guide. Kingdom
Eternal chiefly pursue; to goodness cleave.
Both parents and priests honour, and men
In authority obey. Keep the Lord's pen.

Fast and pray, playing not to the gallery.
In heaven's safe thy treasure store, where
Robbers and rust have no access nor share.
For worldly wants, soul, never you worry--
Jehovah-Jireh above knows thy very need,
Who gives in season due to the sower seed.

Salt and light on earth be. Thy righteousness
The Pharisees' must exceed. All differences
Reconciled, lest thy balance draws offence
By heaven's audit. Loincloth of faithfulness
Wrap. At a lady be weary to leer, and thy
***** bridle. To God thy heart wholly tie.

The log in thine own eyes first remove
Afore thy brother's speck you see. Grudge
Not but ask, seek and knock. Don't judge.
Such measure from others expect to them give--
Golden rule. Strive to enter in at the narrow
Gate: the rough, rugged road to the end follow.
Happy Easter to all at HP.
 Apr 2014
Sally A Bayan
At 2:39 AM, eyes painstakingly open, mind ventures
in the dark corners of the bedroom even past the
windows, wandering through the dark kitchen,
deciding.....to rise or not to rise from bed.
better judgment wins, i now sit to write
of what dwells in this sleepy mind of
mine, what could possibly keep
me from deep sleep...except
a catch of breath brought
by a swift passing of a
thought, or a noise
u n s e t t l i n g
s o l i t u d e
disrupting
precious
silence,
sends
m e
tip-
toe-
i n g...
a weird
shiver is felt,
no sounds, no
stirrings, cold air,
eyes on me, staring,
stilled anywhere, hiding
behind me, spying, i sense
a presence nearing. oh, God,
hands  are  shaking  like  crazy,
i see blue-gray marbles, i am now
eye to eye with a creature in the dark.
on the table, waiting for it to attack me,
any time now; turned on the light, fast as
i could, was now face to face with the white
creature with blue-gray marble eyes, its mouth
opened, scaring me with its sharp fangs, stepped
forward, but gently rubbed its furry paws against my
hand, giving out soft, and friendly meows and purrs,
trying to cover a plate with just plain bones, not even a
trace of the grilled fish....leftover, from last night's dinner...



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Here's another one, Marian, for lady Jane...
Didn't believe in me
at first?
He needs not now .
 Apr 2014
Tilly
You*
stand       there
- naked          & exhausted -
 a silhouette at   twilight;     Bowing to
the     end    of seasons     as a final gold tear
spins...    down   into shadows that lengthen, on this
  brighter day
. . .      
I will remember,        creaks out  
       from   an open spread of  arms in     a vast greying sky;      
Heard, by listening ears,    which embrace each darkness.
     Every  barest  recollection  -of ever changing filigree        
   falling silently to loom,           (hungry worms    
              feast far below)       where once               
           warmth    shimmered       
         in gentle breezes-      
             Alive forever
          
                                              
within*  *the                                             
    sleep of our trees
.
 Apr 2014
Paul Hardwick
Left leg up
left leg down
that way i move around
sick from the view
that I have seen
keep on moving that left leg around
only feeling complete
when the right leg
joins in that dance
that is really in my head
my imagination

WE got the LIGHTS on
but have my eyes shut so I can see
no horizon, standing alone
on the roof of my shed
which the shed of my head

left leg down
that way i move around*.
Think I should take the doctors pills.
 Apr 2014
Paul Hardwick
Imagination
can  take  you to
anywhere,    for now
I have cream in my head
now    an     astro    traveller
third     man    on    the   moon
lung full of time and space
must just be my age
but I would like
to wish you
happy
easter.
Cease, head, from a teetotaller 's tale
And lap up wine of words to brimfull,
Soaking the skull with many a flagon
Of poetry, prose, play and review,

That the brain cells may bubble over like
Foam inside the tumbler of religion
And humanities, arts, science and tech.
And
                       You were just
                Like the                 Moon,
           So lonely, so
   Full of imper-
Fections but
   Just like the
         Moon , you                    Shined  
                 In times of ,          Dar-
                               kness.
Casting the old flame's gear
away,
garbing a new wear.
 Apr 2014
circus clown
i want to hold your
l                          
                            a          g      
                                                     u        h
(inside)
my stomach so that the
warmth
would stop me
from clenching my jaw
because i know that if
~ light ~
were a person,
i'd have already met him.

you smile like you've
swallowed the sun.
never have i felt, never have, have i, felt, have, i.
 Apr 2014
Heliza Rose
Most days I feel like a broken artifact
      
                        
                            Who's broken pieces

           Are scattered round an                                         A
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