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Scott M Reamer Apr 2013
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You are what your reading lady. Now would you hold this gun?
Fayre Jul 2018
In sable darkness and deafening sounds of her bedroom silence,
she found herself aching
in deep cogitation.

The full moons brightness had peered in
through her window pane,
but with its light
encompassed her with defeat
and decay.

Reality had settled in;
as she felt her body slowly submerge,
She knew
she was no longer her own saving grace.

She awoke in a place of death and morbidity,
But awoke in a state of contentment and comfortability.

Her agony remained; as the remembrance of today,
the ideas of what will come tomorrow,
and the hope of assurance to what she forebodes her future to be,
with the life she leads.

At last

the words had finally escaped.

“Bittersweet serenity.”
Sometimes I write at night.
There's something about the evenings that make me feel inspired.
In the beginning was the Word…
And only then was the world.
Out of chaos and the darkness,
Out of nowhere and the blackness…
Something more than a miracle happened
Filled with warmth and light that sparkled.

The world got name and became alive!
All around began to thrive.
Not in gratitude, not out of a sense of duty
It believed in truly saints and only beauty.
Eyes opened and stood in delight
It could invite, excite but not to affright.

In the beginning was the Word…
And that word was God.
Earth and sky, the stars and oceans,
Without emotions but with devotions.
Rains and snows, beauty forebodes
And even the dust of not traversed roads.

It would be ridiculous and naive
To dream about the dawns, be a sensitive.
To be the hands on the starry clock,
To make on the land a beautiful woodblock.
As all that had already been put wise.
And in time the Sun could arise.

In the beginning was the Word…
And that word was Peace
Everything could freely breathe.
If you remove it, the chaos will again start,
The universal fear and black exhaustion,
The indifference and world of combustion.

The worm of doubts shouldn’t gnaw the heart!
The rest is later and the second will be smart.
For some it is unusual and one can’t agree
But as to me in different way it could not be.
You have to hear Him to be reborn again.
His Word is saint and everything explain.


In the beginning was the Word…
And that word was Love.
The beginning of all beginnings and all the springs,
The beginning of all the most beautiful things.
The beginning of all the sources and a new start.
You have to hear it and know as it is Gods art.

In the beginning was the Word…

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 25th of January, 2013
Cedric McClester Mar 2017
By: Cedric McClester

It’s not that big a jump
Between Machiavelli
And Donald Trump
Both were indifferent
To moral considerations
Both used tricks and lies
That tested people’s patience

It’s not that big a jump
Between Machiavelli
And Donald Trump
Political expediency
Lacking in morality
And both had a thing
For pluralities

It’s not that big a jump
Between Machiavelli
And Donald Trump
Both used extremely
Dishonest methods
And both were lacking
In basic ethics

It’s not that big a jump
Between Machiavelli
And Donald Trump
Both were cunning
And had no moral code
And history has shown
What that forebodes












Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Ito Mar 2014
I,
a *daemon
,
lurking *in
the shadows of life.
Married to eternal strife...
I broke the shackles again...
only to come crawling back to pain.

Misery,
A dark beauty, the most jealous of them all!
I heed to the call.
She forebodes insanity and pain,
I have nothing to gain,
somehow I'm still sane.
Hidden message in italics.
L Gardener Aug 2012

wet
dampness of cheeks
dewy between toes
moisture
steam of a breath
sticky thighs
night
frolic blindly star wards
sleep ever eluded
love
forebodes disappointment
more elusive than slumber
touch
wispy hairs caught
soft caresses lingering
embrace
tangibility of care
safe in a hidden world
dry

Faeri Shankar Mar 2012
Peace.
White lilac atmosphere
Laced with Autum’s farewell
A fragrant kiss whispered into his lover’s ear
Moistening the staid air
With a sweetness
Of chlorophyll.

A green so rare
A jade for writhing.
Lilacs bloom, daffodils, roses
She fearfully forebodes the night
And waits for him.

Too cruel for snow
An icy caress of stoney lips
An arrogant tease of affection
Crimson petals
Frosted in the blackness
Only to be comforted by mother’s loving arms
When morning blooms.
Scott M Reamer Mar 2013
We wore it like a coat that layered empathy
Brick by mason, these eyes did climb an architect’s design
Upon the stony lip coupled forms hung in dangle
Preachers of a starving theory fall bemused to this lucid void
And how could one see this garden pays no pence?
This well has no depth…
We fraying threads fabricate the bramble veil
And every visible seam that clenches shut our noble jowls
So whisper in tongues, lore of the wellspring
Passed the murky mores and any other barren state
Heed illusion with a whim, this caustic dawn forebodes all but the looming slumber
Fishing shadows, the tailor and seamstress wake upon no sea
A puddle rather with the faint breath of a jungle bog
Oh how this hallowed lens did more than mirror a final inception
It shown anomalous to each shifting breed, the moonlit scene:
An opened mouth kiss between the Narcissus –with his idle god the self-worshiping samara tree
And the Gold mouth embodied by a single rank of the fruiting pear
This is our garden, wracked with faithful dichotomy.
Leila Valencia May 2016
A year ago

You felt a way that forebodes what you'd dream to say

Half a year ago

You knew there was a way that would shine your senses on what you really needed

A month ago

You conjured up a dream from what it seemed, but loosely meant nothing

A week ago

Every passing moment in your mind, beginning to consume your everyday being - you must, you must saw it now!
Your crafted thoughts yearning for a gentle touch

A day ago

You built your courage and weakened your pride
Boosted your esteem and loosened your stride
If this was it you'd ask now, but the wind caught them before a single hello passed my lips

A second ago

My deranged delusions were capable of self destruction
It's far to late
My mind is incapable of seeing anyone else

My journal a year ago said ' can't wait to see where this goes '

Beside myself in a muddled despair
I wonder what life would be if I let go of my inner shackles and stood in the bright light
Bound to hear the truth
No more waiting
Wishing, dreaming

You must go - I will be gone for I know now
All I want in life will go
If I don't first attempt to reach - to risk the wounds, handle the scars
Stand in the mines of havoc and wasteland misery

And carry on
I wont be immune to the worst

Remind them, better days will come my dear
Holding on for to long. If you want someone or something please be honest
Chelsea Eldridge Apr 2012
We are young and this is not our doing.
The nature of our minds, still developing and growing;
Like that terrible creation tugging at the sides
of the sanity we structure, but fail to abide.
Is it guilty to do what we must to preserve our own futures
at the cost of one?
What was done was in good fun and its consequence shall be undone.
Let not this be an anchor on your breast.
Plant your seed in my garden; I will do the rest.
While you sleep, secure and sound
in your bed, mine is barred and bound.
These walls hold no comfort and now your presence
has lost its zest for feelings, fun and pleasant.
This divided line stretched between two bodies
forebodes punishment; its beauty embodies
the strings so delicately holding together
a potential miracle in a distant future;
One we are not ready to come.
What was done is done and the consequence shall be undone.
The aching is physical and steadily it grows.
Yours is an internal twisting of mental chaos that woes.
It is not a fair exchange of shared yet misplaced pains.
What one has lost the other gains.
But this is not a fair trade:
For me, for you, for anyone with this debt mistakenly made.
Mark Aug 2018
Forgone into the nether realms of grief
with piths embalming loves' corrosive drear.
Bemused; for worldly plush negates relief,
If woes be - known; how differed earths veneer?

Verdure would tinge a molten shade of lime
the oaks will mourn their leaves, and cease the Spring's
with wilting plumes adrift the songbirds prime
and dimmed the sun as dark as lovelorn brings.

For pebbled hues of grey will shroud the skies
and cursive lacquer; etch this sickly mold,
the winds will howl forebodes of vows and lies,
no more shall grace nurture upon this wold.

This suffered love cascades and dwells as deep
if even touched by Gods - would thunder weep.
Amul Garg Mar 2014
The pain inside forebodes
that my heart will explode
if it doesn't find a vent -
to pour its contents.

My heart lies packed
in a vacuum
within which unexpressed emotions
fight for room.

Emotions of love, anger, pain
rot inside in vain
It may have been a happy one,
but a rotting emotion always causes pain.

In all this suffocation,
I've had one realization -
God is there, he is there
and now I constantly prayer.

Oh God! Please descend
on this earth and be my friend.
Hear my sorrow, share my happiness,
rescue my heart from this nothingness.

My heart is a time-bomb,
ticking away in its last moments
a situation where God!
only your grace will prove potent.
ConnectHook Apr 2017
Lucifer, **** of our pornified planet,
gun-running seraph, whose reign is unraveling
tries yet again to consolidate, babbling.
Heaven will **** it.

Paradigms shifting, his queendom implodes.
His cave-dwelling subjects discover true sight—
then they storm the projection-room: new light.
Dawn, delayed, forebodes.

No more denial, no more to defend
dictatorial oversight, global sedation.
The pharmacological indoctrination
has now reached its end.
NaPoWriMo #2

Take the easy way:
call it poetry. End it
like a samurai

https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2017/04/02/global-fail/
Cedric McClester Jan 2017
By: Cedric McClester

We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight
The nuclear scientists all say
Before the Biblically revealed Armageddon
Is tragically brought into play
The world believes that a madman
Has his hands on the nuclear codes
And frankly other leaders are worried
Because of what that forebodes

We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight
According to the nuclear clock
And people all over the world
Are frankly expressing their shock
At the talk of building up stockpiles
As a necessary and clear deterrent
While furthering an insane plan
That isn’t at best coherent

We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight
And some are abandoning hope
Others are still optimistic
By holding tightly onto God’s Rope
But whatever side you may fall on
The potential for disaster is real
When the head of a powerful nation
Operates by how he may feel

We’re thirty seconds closer to midnight
That’s’ a sad but salient fact
With all sides worried and wondering
Who’ll make the first strike attack
Instead of reducing our stockpiles
They’re hell-bent on building them up
Take the time to look at their profiles
You’ll discover that most are corrupt


















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
Michael W Noland Feb 2013
The blood that thinned upon shared breath, has thickened only to thin again, as she reaches for the creamer.

*****.

How dare she, be so beautiful, right as the sutures are removed.

I will just poke my bruises, as i spell her name into mine, unto the darkest, and loneliest of nights.

Complete.

With extra cheese, and colored lights.

Wherein is a sight, of a love, that forebodes from above myself.

That giggles as it grins, before reaching its hand out.

The doubt depleted.
Bob B Dec 2017
Hang in there, investigative
Reporters! Your work is cut out for you.
Help to be our eyes and ears,
And don't give up, whatever you do!

You have to work all the harder
When our democracy erodes.
When leaders silence your voices, imagine
The horrors that such a stifling forebodes.

Watch out for unscrupulous groups
Who try to discredit your needed work--
Who try to set you up for failure
And then sit by and smugly smirk.

Keep our corporations and our
Elected officials on their toes.
You say that no one's above the law.
There! You hit it on the nose!

Seek out corruption, abuse, and fraud.
Put our leaders' words to the test.
If there's suspicion, follow the money.
The one who laughs last, laughs best.

Authoritarian rulers dislike
A questioning, prying press. No wonder
They try to break you and call you fake,
Hoping you will knuckle under.

When people are manipulated
To criticize, attack, and doubt you,
Just remember, brave reporters:
Democracy CAN'T survive without you.

-by Bob B (12-23-17)
Cedric McClester May 2022
By: Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.

Hate will consume us all
As one by one we fall
In a church,
School yard or mall
We are facing a brick wall
And it’s become a siren call
Of how hatred
Will envelop us all

Hate will bury us
And turn us all to dust
Like a scab with an oozing crust
Until we all go bust
As eventually we all must
If it’s in God we trust
Then what should be discussed
Is how we remain nonplussed

Hate will not denigrate
Underneath its own weight
So let’s not swallow the bait
That will ensure our fate
Becomes what we anticipate
Albeit too little too late
It’s such a heavy freight
And if you will, a checkmate

Hate is such a heavy load
That it will explode or implode
Ensconced in its abode
While still in hatred mode
As history has showed
When we go down that road
For all that it forebodes
The remaining episodes





Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.  All rights reserved.
Jordan P Sanders Oct 2020
Letting Go

My past is haunted with your memory,
it quakes when I put myself out there
to meet someone new,
someone who I hope isn’t like you

It’s not that you’re bad
or inexcusably uncouth,
it’s that you were everything
I wanted until
I learned the truth

The truth is that I’ve lived in
my imagination since I was
small
wishing for a girl to give my life
meaning by loving the
shy little boy too scared
to share his feelings

I envisioned a hippy girl with a
penchant for reclusiveness,
one whose wild spirit
saved me from
uselessness

I was a wandering poet with no direction in life
A floater in existence looking for his wife
I wanted a soulmate to fill this empty void
A romance whose purity couldn’t be destroyed

I yearned for a damsel in a sunflower dress
A girl’s whose energy shined like a crest
She had to be beautiful, creative, and smart
I wouldn’t settle for a girl with a cold hardened heart

It seemed like a dream when we finally met
A feeling washed over me I couldn’t forget
You captured my heart in a lovers fever
I promised myself I’d never deceive her

Time progressed as a hurricane’s breath
blew cyclonic winds into our nest,
the tides of darkness began to infest
a relationship built on childish dreams,
fantasies like hypnotism that obfuscate
passion with abusive screams

Hear the rapping at the cellar door,
it’s tapping morse code and forebodes
the roads we have travelled will diverge,
it says our shadow essence will emerge
purified after we project the black inside
on the light we aspire to contrive

You see, I was a naïve boy with a heart of gold
who risked it all in an act so bold that even
God was flabbergasted,
I pledged my allegiance to you in a moment of deep despair,
when my soul was laid bare before the altar of grief,
I cried in your car and felt total relief,
then we made love in your backseat

But now, I pledge allegiance only to myself,
an undying reverence to my ability to cultivate
internal beauty, sophistication, and wealth,
to maintain my physical and mental health,
to find love without destroying my identity,
to live in the present without soulful indemnity,
to share my heart with careful consideration,
to not lose myself in aesthetic infatuation,
to trust my gift of artful intuition,
to trust my gut when it alerts my suspicion,
to let go of a loyalty that was never earned,
to let go of a woman whose bridge I’ve burned

What I felt was not love
but the heart’s pangs for attention,
an ascension to being the most important
person in the eyes of another,
to be chosen as The One,
as someone’s lover

Everything I ever wanted,
only
it was the wrong person
only
I wasn’t ready for real commitment
only
I did it because I was lonely

Give me peace or give me death
      the brokenhearted alcoholic’s breath
Fill my veins with renewed conviction
      an IV of restored positive intention
Take my hand at the dawn of the new moon
      the man inside will be here soon

Memories live in me as music
Lyrics are the electricity in my brain
Every word unlocks a door to self
And now,
now I’m dropping the drawbridge.

— The End —