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Nov 2013 J R

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At the end of the road to Damascus
There paved a street called Straight
Where lay the home of Judas
A blinded Pharisee did await
For hands layed on by Aranias
Saul now Paul the converted Pharisee
Again could walk the street of Straight
No longer blinded he now could see
Returning back to Jerusalem
Persecuted by King Agrippa
And perform the acts of apostles

I still seek to take my first step
On my own road to Damascus
To walk the street called Straight
Find my way out of this blackness

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Nov 2013 J R

Haiku

Nov 2013 J R

Elizabeth Squires

Haiku

above the roadway
a glassy mirage shimmered
on the long hot day

Nov 2013 J R

The Flowers of Youth

Nov 2013 J R

Elizabeth Squires

The Flowers of Youth

the flowers of youth
cut down too soon
their potential
stolen in war room

never their flowers
to see a new dawn
forever their bodies
interred under lawn

blooms wasted
colors spent
the futility of war
such a nonsensical bent

Nov 2013 J R

Draco Minoris in F# minor

Nov 2013 J R

Derek Yohn

Draco Minoris in F# minor

My house is surrounded by
Illuminati operatives.
Lizards! Everywhere i look...

green ones in the grass like
slithery snakes with feet,
brown ones on my porch
running counter-intelligence
on my kitties, tan little
enforcers with an ochre-red
streak of war paint along
their spines.

i know what you are thinking...
but i stopped wearing a
tinfoil hat. It wasn't
keeping the N.S.A. out of my
emails anyway.

Just yesterday, one of the
lizards' double zero
agents followed me to McDonalds.
i saw him through the windshield,
gripping the wiper blade
with all his might, tail
whipping in the wind like a
whip antenna, broadcasting my
subversive Big Mac purchase.
i don't use Geico insurance,
therefore it was clearly an
Illuminati spy, without question.

Nowhere is safe.
My days are numbered.
They fear what i could expose,
that i would tell others
what i remember about
freedom.

think for yourselves people, while you still can...

Nov 2013 J R

Old blankets & open fires

Nov 2013 J R

Brianna

Old blankets & open fires

Sing to me when the wind blows so she can carry your tune back home-
Breathe the open air from a top the mountains that sit like kings waiting for a cup of tea-
You look so beautiful covered in gold; royal and daring as you make your commands.
And as I, a noble peasant, am who i am your wish is my command-
When winter sends her chills towards my summer heart I hope you'll keep me warm-
I hope you'll grab my hand or kiss my lips as we sip hot coco next to the open fire-
I miss the autumn colors and the way they flowed so nicely with your sky blue eyes-
It's that time of year again when people kiss under mistletoe and love under Christmas lights-
And as I sit alone wrapped in an old blanket and your sweater... I hope you're the happiest you've ever been-

Nov 2013 J R

The luxury of hopelessness.

Nov 2013 J R

Anderson M

The luxury of hopelessness.

A church mouse’s despondent muse
Is like a fuse
Melting as soon as it features in its brain
It does potentiate a pitiless migraine.
Bubbly spring in its step
A misstep
Seemingly a rare occurrence
Like a snow ball in hell, perchance.
A truce
With Zeus
To spare it
Bedeviling suited for a society’s #misfit.

Poor....poor church mouse
It's too poor to afford
the elusive luxury of hopelessness
are we thus rich enough
to afford it??????

Nov 2013 J R

Don't Sweat The Little Stuff

Nov 2013 J R

Carl Joseph Roberts

Don't Sweat The Little Stuff

Don't Sweat The Little Stuff

Don't sweat the little stuff
When there is big stuff still to see
That little stuff gets in the way
Of the life you need to lead

There is they say a right way
Of getting something done
But sometimes it seems the wrong way
Is just a lot more fun

You cannot change the world
There are things you cant control
Although you want the good life
You should never sell your soul

There are many ways to live your life
Many different points of view
You must choose the path that fits you best
The one that's right for you

So don't sweat the little stuff
When there is big stuff still to see
That little stuff gets in the way
Of the life you need to lead

Don't sweat the little stuff

Carl Joseph Roberts

Just a bunch of Joeisms thrown together. This for me is life and how I live it.

Nov 2013 J R

poems for friends series; randa.

Nov 2013 J R

Olivia Robinson

poems for friends series; randa.

Pretty
light skin curly hair brown eyes
tough on the exterior but sensitive on the inside.
Cool calm and collective
and let's you know how it is .
Truthful and honest some may take for being negative
but she's just keepin it real.
Seems happy and smiles on the outside
but you can see the pain in those brown eyes.
my sistah.my homie. my friend.
I miss how tight we used to be and I fear that you feel like you can't tell anyone anything.
But wheneva yah need me just call me
I may not pick up on time but I'll always call you back cause I love my youngins and you been there for me and listened to all my stories just want you to know that your loved and have friends to help you thru
the good and bad
no longer will you have to feel alone .
Just know you have friends here to help yah through yah hard times . And remember
SMILE
O.Rob.

another poem for my friends series. wrote this one last year as well for my friend Miranda. not my favorites but it's ok! I think I'm going to write a new one for her since things have changed...Jazzi as well. ENJOY!

Nov 2013 J R

Last Words

Nov 2013 J R

Elizabeth Novak

Last Words

What if we spoke every word as if it was our last?
Would we hurry to impress the masses with our wisdom?
Would we capture humanity in a poets hurried flow?
Would you even care?
I could speak as if my words were my last.
But you wouldn't remember them until I'm gone.