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uzzi obinna Aug 2016
Come on let us explore this life,
Let us take a tour to her cities,
Let us watch her still waters,
And unveil her hidden mystries;

Let us ride on her wings,
And drown in her magnificence,
Lets be hypnotised by her grandeur,
And be mindful of her essence;

Do not close your ears to her voice,
Nor turn a blind eye to her tears,
Be willing to learn of her wisdom,
Abuse not the length of her years;

Come let us beautify her with colours,
Adorn her with aromatic flowers,
Let us preserve her oasis, lakes,
And explore her infinite powers;

Let us go with her to lands of plenty,
And make her beautiful for our children,
Lets embrace her always with a warm heart,
You never know how much good that'll be building;

She seeks for our appreciation of her,
And the protection of her children,
In Europe, africa, the americas, and middle east,
Please enough of their executioning;

So lets take hold of her passionately,
And value those in whom she dwells,
walk through her boulevard of fulfiled dreams,
And always drink from her fresh wells.
Life is sacred
Hal Jul 2016
Don't forget that you were a princess long before he ever started addressing you as one, and you will continue to be one long after he stops. You will remain a princess and he- he will go back to being the irrelevant peasant he was before you noticed him. He was never the knight in shining armor you thought he was. He is a just a commoner who doesn't realize the value he once obtained. Know your worth Princess, because if you don't, how do you expect anyone else to?
Alan S Bailey Jul 2016
You are my voice, you are not just a pen,
Let us see where at the cross section we meet,
Stars, moonlight, a new moon, this in a dream,
It's the same sky I see when I go to sleep,
Close your eyes love, see what you will see,
There is no harm in daring to dream,
To be different, to find a love or not, blindness or sight
Living factual truth, your spirit in flight.

*These are the endless stories of your unique life,
You will do what you dream, but words only write,
To be in the moment, to see the planets and star light
Glow from your roof top without telescope, near and far,
This is truly the concept greater than popular things,
It is your experience, give it all it's worth, it's all you are.
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
the chocolate in trail mix
doesn't know it's the best
because it's always picked last
just keep waiting darling
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
I find myself telling everyone that
trash is cash
just like you used to.
and darling, your words run true
because I should be throwing you out
but there's too much value to you.
Win Star Jun 2016
If my words have any value
And my presence slightly meaningful
Does it make any difference
That we're barely together, if not at all?
And this is what I'd say to the next girl:

Don't get close enough for him to tell you you're worth something.

Because at some point, the roles will be reversed
And you'll be left wondering what he's worth

And the only message you'll hear is silence.

But maybe this is a lesson in how not to hate someone who doesn't hate you, doesn't love you, doesn't care.

Because this is what he's taught you: that you are only worth his time under certain parameters.
Brett Palmero May 2016
Together they march
Towards a battle of theirs
Some ready and strong
Others feeling like it's wrong

Here comes the enemy
Swords out, bows drawn
The clash begins, metal rings
Now death the angel sings

What started the fighting?
Is it our fault or theirs?
Why spill brother’s blood
And then lay sisters in the mud

A sword in the ground
A mother’s love now sorrow
An arrow through the head
A father’s pride let go

We fight and **** without cause
Playing as God’s executioner
****** not justified
Life and love denied

We’re all the same
Born to live and prosper
It’s all a fight for survival
A **** deadman’s carnival

It’s for the entertainment
For ourselves and each other
To spill the blood of humans
And all for one’s amusement

A leader lamenting his defeat
A catastrophe begins to commence
A ruler grinning and laughing
A body unknown, life worthless
Ma Cherie Jun 2016
The world can be so cruel
on a poet's heart so frail
Sometimes it gets soaked
by the winds that come in Gale
Inspiration can come and go
it's bleeding out like time
Not everyone understands the words
especially if they don't rhyme

My heart is only protected by my Poet's Paper chest
bleeding ink
The words I'm writing down
they don't always make much sense
I keep scribbling

I really want to share
to feel that someone cares
that they understand my poetic plight
my words on winged flight
my tongue I cannot bite
My Gypsy Heart
my fight...
what I might hope...
..... is right

I write that which I seek
knowledge and wisdom deep
secrets that we keep
they crash upon this chest

like the oceans waves that pull me down and under
In clouds where Gods stand
and throw me out their Thunder
My Paper Heart asunder
I grab the lightning bolt

so I know these words they might ReSound
and be quite more profound
in the collective pages of our history

Like art
like all great art
sometimes not appreciated
till after we're gone
And even if someone doesn't know my words
I'm still singing you my song

I hope I do not offend
I don't try to pretend
My Paper Heart defends
by speaking what I am learning

I do not claim to know the answers
I just put some words on paper
and save it in this chest
covered by a vest
I feel I am so blessed
It might be just a guess
these words in ink put down

Soaked in the loving ground

like a time capsule to be opened
one day... if these words don't mean something today
then maybe they will tomorrow
Writing them brings me joy on the pages that I borrow
on my poets paper chest
my words of all my sorrow...and love.



Cherie Nolan © 2016
For my friend James :) I hope you see this
George Krokos Jun 2016
When our daily work in this life has been almost done
and with fleeting worldly pleasures we've had our fun,
what else is there in the remaining time left for us to do?
but seek to know That which is of lasting value and true.
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From "The Quatrains' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
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