January, 2003

~*~

To my Stranger

By: Peter Hill

I open up to smile,

The Sun sets for awhile.

Your never there when I wake,

How long do the seasons take?

Wanting to share the same breath,

My heart runs from the fall of death.

Avoiding the heartache of a knife,

The misconception of love for life?

A brief meeting of your eye,

My mirage creating another lie.

Can’t stop the covering of frost,

Is the moment lost?

A voice of eternal bliss,

The movement of a potential kiss.

A barricade created by two foreigners,

Will it melt around the corner?

A innocent touch so it would seem,

Or more like a lure of a Summer’s dream.

Waiting over time for unquestionable fate,

Is this really something I hate?

I open up to smile, you say hi.

~*~

Leaky faucets and babies crying

Isaac O'Bannon

I've heard a faucet drip- drip- dripping

when i wanted to write

and so

i ended up writing about

water.

I heard semis running the highway

outside my window

and so

i ended up writing about

truck stops.

I heard a baby crying in

the apartment next door

and thought about crying

and so

i ended up writing about

slums and poor people

and drugs

and hookers

and welfare moms

and deadbeat dads

and having no work

and eating ramen

and only having enough

money for one 40

and los angeles

and the riots

and clean bullets

and dirty toilets

leaky faucets

and crying babies.

~*~

the evening busting inside my head

roam the pebbles tiny secure

downwards on the clear

glass-clock

the Dover beach still lying on

me stifling the moon

with the newest sand

what shall the time be like when

I get sleepier

what shall this poem be like when

I get the key

from the

lifeguards

Savu Florin

~*~

MY PLACE

Francisc Pal

I spent a lot of words

Everybody in town said: "too many"

For flowers and trees

For people, even machines

Up to bankruptcy!

This is the reason

I'm living

Into a book

With vertical bars

Waiting for lit lovers

To read

Whatever I wrote, but mainly

To turn pages

Releasing me.

But such event

Between odd and even

Is not imperative.

~*~

TREASURED FRIENDSHIP
(Dedicated to my friend Crito from New York)

Angela J. Reindl

I remember the day we met,

You found me over the internet.

I was so happy and somewhat surprised,

When you said you wanted to be a friend of mine.

I thank God for you everyday,

And ask Him to bless you and keep you safe.

You have touched my life in a special way.

For that there is no way to repay,

The gift of friendship you have given to me,

A true friend you will always be.

You have shown to me how much you care,

By letting me know you are always there.

So if there's anything I can do for you,

Just let me know because I'm here for you too.

So if your face I never see,

I will meet you by the crystal sea,

In that far off sweet forever.

So until that day your friendship I will always treasure.

~*~

“Life”

Jeffrey Amit

Life is like a candle

Too short and unpredictable

When to lose light at a moment

And vulnerable from natural cause

Life is a matter of winning and losing

We play the game with or without rules

We appreciate the outcome and bear the consequences

Sometimes with regrets and fulfillments

Life is like climbing on the highest mountain

You take the risk every shift of your feet

And every grasp of your hands

But when you reach the utmost is refreshing

Life is love

Love unites everything

Love puts the whole thing in order

And love gives life meant to us all

Life is freedom

Like the birds flying along the horizon

With their kinds and families

However, life without freedom is a ceasing being to exist

~*~

wind’s bitter crest

a wave increasing

scatters blown domes

wandering constellations

there is neither

foundation nor firmament

only this journey

through darkness widening

across spring grass

bright shreds of dandelion mane

become grey stars

flee bitter leaves

to float in hope

of finding home

for a tap root

-laura ziegler

~*~

Fly On The Wall

JL Montgomery

Oh if I could be that fly on your wall,

I’d fly into your room to watch it all.

I’d see you writing your poems to read,

I‘d not be reluctant of this shocking deed.

I’d buzz you, and laugh as you fan at the air,

And then I’d land on top of your hair.

I’d walk slowly and softly around your head,

Then take off, landing on your cheek instead.

There I would kiss you and you would never know why,

You were being annoyed by this pesky ol’ fly.

So if you see me or hear me fly by,

Just smile and know, it’s me saying HI!

~*~

“when it looks like its time to fly and you've got no wings”

................... looking back on life.......
By Grant Besancon

i just lost my wings

i can no longer fly

i realize when i get new shoes i don't run faster

i cant jump any higher with them

i can still think about all the things i did

it isn't fun though

everything happens too fast

i wish i could go back to those stress free days

i could battle the monsters

i could jump a mile at a time

all under the sheets of my bunk bed

my life was in my head

i never thought back to all this until now

when, where did i lose my wings ?

one more day with them is all i want

the mind takes place of the wings of imagination

if you still have yours don't lose them...FLY

~*~

Men Still Dream

by Bill Albright

Men still dream

Of engines, track and steam

Men still dream

The impossible, it seems

Men still dream

That wisdom is not a scheme

Men still dream

Seeking an eternal theme

Men still dream

Even faced with blaspheme

Men still dream

Simplicity is clean

Men still dream

In the winter of strawberries and Devon cream

Men still dream

Till their mates scream

Men still dream

Of an undefeated team

Men still dream

Impractical to the extreme

Men still dream

Night and/or daydreams

Men still dream

That only the sane dream.

~*~

Journey

Andrew JZ Ford

Life’s a journey traveled harshly by all. One tries to step softly; one tries to make sure one does not step on others lengthy protruding feet. The journey is rocky and dangerous; consequently, many are lost on the journey never to return to the paradise the waits that one lost soul. The orders are clear and should be easy to follow: be “committed” and make it to the end. To make it to the end is often the easy part of the order. One can glide through the journey quite easily with no scratches but what awaits that person is not paradise; unfortunately, torment. The person forgets the first part of the order, to be committed; to stay committed. This soul forgot to keep its eyes one the light; to keep its eyes on the light.

The one that gives the order is the savoir, the father, the leader. All he asks us for is to follow the order and he promises a life in paradise when completed. He wants all to make it through the journey, he longs for all to make it through the journey but lots are lost on the way. If one of the lost is ever found he gets filled with excitement and love. He throws a party for that one lost person in paradise, and he waits that soul to complete the journey.

The father prepares a place for all, lost or going strong. He waits all at the entrance to the party. We are all on the list; we are all on the guest list. We all have reservations at the father’s hotel; unfortunately, some reservations are not kept.

~*~

Passage's of time
Brian S. Watson

Time passes by me as slow as a caterpillar or snail walk's.

~*~

WHY?

THOMAS L. EVANS JR.

why race against time

why even try it you won't win

why do something to get yourself in a mess

why commit a crime and not confess

why kill somebody that has done you no wrong

why do that and have to learn the words of the prison song

why take what isn't yours

why not work so it can be yours

why destroy a family and walk away

why sin and never repent a sing day

why make a child and not take responsibility

why make a child and leave the mother with all the responsibility

why make yourself feel bad

why destroy the best thing that you should have

why cry tears for no reason

why not stop and admire each season

why not give thanks for everyday

why be disobedient and shorten your days

why curse someone that hasn't cursed you

why turn on a friend who is true

why not stick up for a friend that's good to you

why race time in the end it's a race that we will all lose

~*~

Past to Present

Katie Holmes

On a sunny day, you can see picture perfect

When it rains the eyes are red

Somber moments long since gone

Of a past rooted in pain.

I stepped onto the shore,sand beneath my feet

Mother earth has greeted me to life

Lookin over yonder, I see the lash

Comin down across my mothers' back.

Many moons ago,father jumped to freedom

No longer bound to this old world

Women in the field, singin and hummin

For better days they think is a comin.

How long must I wait, for better days

You see it ain't the white man swiingin

The whip, Guess you never woulda thought

it would be someone just like me.

~*~

I don´t understand
Maria

I don’t understand

why there are different social classes

why some kids are abandoned

why people’s marriages last less and less time

But most of all

why there is prejudice against different people

why hate, war, and violence exist

why people can’t agree with each other

why some people take their lives without thinking

What I understand most is

why there is still hope

why every problem has solutions

why children are innocent

why life goes on no matter what

~*~

war and peace

s.k.tanugula

it is the same tears that roll down the cheeks of thy&that of me,

when the pain & joy strikes on ur heart....

salt of though blood is equally warm as that of mine,

and the blade of sword that splits our throats bear no sense of difference.

then why thy art loves to provoke the pain when thy brothers are

slethewed by my men & mine of though.

the guns show no mercy&the graveyard any humour to differentiate thou soul from that of mine.

Take time to heal the scars on thine dermis and shut the doors of evil conspiracy of ur thoughts&then let meet me with the roses of friendship which shall never wrinkle....

~*~

WINTER CHILL

BY: Mary E. Bone

Sometimes when the wind blows cold,

It goes right through my coat.

I feel like a frozen mold,

When I'm riding on my boat.

~*~

Night Time Super Heroes

Nicole Bartels

I've Spent the night with them all,

Funny, different, Strange.

Super heroes in their own way.

Always entertaining,

Very good at what they do.

Quick to laugh at all they can.

Quicker to jump into action,

When the calm is shattered with screams.

Wearing green and blue scrubs,

Instead of tights and capes,

Their faces like stone walls,

They wade through body fluid floods.

With ice running calm through their veins,

Stoic glances,

Graceful persistence,

and a painful understating of their limits.

They save a life,

Watch it fade.

Sometimes wholly caring.

A plight weighing heavy on their souls.

Taking home with them,

The pain of a grief stricken mother,

Whose child they were unable to save.

For they are not as callous as they seem.

They are:

Bearers of bad news,

Killers of pain,

Givers of drugs,

Emergency pros,

Your last chance in situations dire.

Completely cynical, jaded.

Finding a relief in a humor

Unsuitable for most.

Laughing at the crazy, smelly and hopeless.

Finding solace in their loudly voice:

Rants, stories, and sermons to the choir.

Their job is sometimes too tragic to allow emotion,

But they are too close to become detached.

They are the cream of the crop.

Night time super heroes,

They do the best they can.

~*~

"Behind the Scenes"
Melissa Watts

She lives her life like a movie scene

Actors in makeup faking lines

Emotions are meaningless, shattered camera glass means shattered dreams

Reading the script like life is fine

But behind the scenes she cries

Locked inside her dressing room

Makeup running through the creases in her face

She looks into the mirror, into shattered glass

On screen she's in perfect character

Off screen she's breaking, faking

Colors fade into a black and white scene

Tears are shed but the movie continues to play

Watching her life projected onto a transparent screen

Haunting memories from scene to scene

She's growing old as her life crumbles before her

Her face is creased and wrinkled with age

Her eyes filled with old wisdom and tears

Just a perfect actress

Her life is just like a black and white movie

Reading off a fake script.

~*~

DON"T LOOK NOW
BY: Elizabeth Suzan Lloyd

Don't look now but seems to me

a song is coming from that tree

the grass that tree is standing on

has started singing right along

Now close your eyes and look that way

how can I see like that you say?

your brain will see what's over there

as I explain while my eyes stare

at blue skies crisp and clouds so white

now you imagine this to sight

keep your eyes closed and your nose wet

can you describe the flowers yet?

and grass so green and frsh it glows

they'll come alive just use your nose

open your eyes and see the sights

did you get everything just right?

with just a nose and brain to see

a song is coming from that tree

~*~

SHOPPING DILEMMA

Troy Edison Tiu Yaw

I'm not poor but I can't afford some things in life

'Cause I need to save for my future, my family, & my wife

Saving my hard-earned cash is so hard to do

That sometimes shopping, for me, is a blue!

Walking inside a shop or a boutique

I could only stay there in a nick

Often times I just control my urge to spend

So that, like in countless times, avoid regretting in the end!

I could look from the left to the right

I'll often stay n the malls from morning 'til night

I could only wish God to help me overcome the temptation

Sometimes, I feel much better with a little hesitation.

With only a limited amount of cash

My ideas and decisions just clash

So much beautiful & cool clothes & shoes to buy

To deny I wanna own them is to lie.

I commend all these product makers and cool designers

They're so good I can't resist what their goods offer

My shopping craze and spending addiction wouldn't die

The makers and sellers are so good and that is the reason why!

~*~

EXHALE

by JANET STEWART

The old men rest

hope to live another day

Children mutter

An old woman folds laundry

into a basket

“I have done this

for centuries,” she sighs.

~*~

Rev. Patrick Johson

By Gary Wilkens

You can see me in several photographs from the period:

on the road to Selma I was the tall white man,

pale and thin, behind and to the left of Dr. King,

like a ghost with thick glasses;

I was a young seminary student in those days

and felt the moral current of the time

like a wave in my stomach-

how could any Christian not,when that man came,

march and make your faith active-

I think Jesus

must have been like that-

I could easily see the Lord walking ahead of us,

His head a crown of light that lit our way,

and every face around me seemed to glow

with a light of determination and courage

that can only be called the true righteousness,

and I'd never known what it meant

to love your enemy until those whites

cursed and spat on us, and now I know

that all those old marches weren't

just a picturesque bit of modern history,

but journeys that will continue in people's hearts

until the City of Heaven is reached.

~*~

A ROSE TODAY

Steven Elton Long

While strolling through the forest of life I came upon a single rose

A pretty flower by itself

Looking so alone

I stopped to look upon this flower and take in its joy

No thorns on its stem

For Harm it was not intended

A glorious site of pink and red

I sat next to it and listened as it spoke

I felt a connection to this rose

Its beauty unmatched by any site my eyes had ever seen

As i write these lines I look at the photo

So even after I left this rose
T

he memory still be fresh in my mind

~*~

One night a woman had a dream. She dreamed she was with her worst enemy and they were having a conversation. The woman was very jealous of her so called enemy because she had accomplished all what the woman wanted in life-she completed college, a great job, a healthy life and her very own family! As the two women were talking, the woman made a remark, "I always thought if I'd put my disability behind me, I'd be successful like you. I guess not all of us are chosen to succeed in life even though we try."

When her so called enemy heard this she answered, "my best friend, don't you know that the LORD has chosen you to speak to the disabled people about going to college like you have done, to motivate them that they have to believe in HIM in order to achieve! I often see and hear that you're the the one who is ofen sending that beautiful message to the ones who need to know that nobody is perfect, but if they ask, they shall receive!" The woman was always confused why she could never get a job after completing college and receiving a degree!

This often bothered the woman and she questioned the LORD about it, "why am I the only disabled person that doesn't get healed, why am I the only person who has graduated from college who doesn't get hired? I too have always followed your great path."

The LORD replied, "my child, I also have your future planned out, and you are showing your thanks very well by speaking great about us both. Soon you'll see these people will receive our messages and I do have to send this love message to you-just be patient and be kind and all your dreams will come true!"

SandraChavez

~*~

How Long?

Kelsey Henry

How long I have waited

For the one

Who had stated

That I am the one.

How long I have waited

For someone like you

Loving and caring

Like you do.

How long I have waited

For this day

Placing a ring

Awaiting our day.

How long I have waited

For this special night

Saying our vows

What a delight.

How long I have waited

For this gift from God

I am so elated

Tears, That’s odd!!!!

How long I have waited

My baby all grown

Graduated from school

Out on his own.

How long I have waited

My baby is Wed

I hope he is happy

With his wife Winifred.

How long I have dreaded

The death of my love

Long lonely nights

He was all life consists of.

How long I have dreaded

My own life near gone

Lying here crying

My soul withdrawn.

How long I have waited

For where I am now

Lifetimes of happiness

Even more then life allowed

~*~

Empty Little Place...

Melissa Holly

I have a little empty place in my heart I bare.

For I do not no the inner me, and I try to think I could never care.

I wake up everyday, knowing its right by my side.

I come home everyday, as if living one big lie.

My tears for they are like well known guests, that always stop by to come.

Its like my heart is all caged up, with just little space to run.

I am young and naive, but yet I matured to fast.

Its as if what was done to me, It will always last.

I walk the earth everyday, to wonder of who am I.

If feeds my heart with painful wonders, and feeds the tears to cry.

I can only look at my inner me, and know that I may never know.

Who in what beside of me, is something of hope that glows.

I look into the mirror, with all the imperfections I face, I judge my self, and eat my esteem, so that all of my esteem goes to waste

I compare all that I have

But its just no use because it just makes me realize what I lack.

I have this little empty space, this gap, that know one knows.

Until when day I can show the world, how much it really grows...

~*~

When I look into the starry sky above

I see more than just stars

I see you

When I look into the starry sky above

Each star shows every night we spent together

Each star is you

When I look into the starry sky above

It shows the not-so-funny jokes I made, but you laughed anyway

It shows you

When I look into the sky above

On this not so starry night

I see the tears that I cried

I see no one

When I look into the sky above

On this not so starry night

Each star shows the fights we had

Each star is only a star

When I look into the sky above

On this not so starry night

They show the hurtful words that we capitalized on AIM

They show emptiness

When I look into this starry sky above

On this clear night

I am glad there has not been a not-so-starry night

I am glad there is you

Shannon

~*~

As the pages of life turn

each chapter unfolds and reveals new opportunities

some of these cause joy, some cause pain

yet there's a universal pattern found through each

-we learn

if i could erase a painful chapter

i wouldn't

if i could redo one of these chapters

i wouldn't

all i can do is turn the page and keep learning

and sometimes i feel complete resent towards the bumps

(more like mountains)

that get thrown at me

but i can't help but feel the need to be grateful

for without these glitches

i wouldn't be me

-me

Muneera

~*~

IT IS I......

CHAD EDWARD SUTHERLAND

Tis I but a child that has grown to a man, and has not yet shed his childish skin. Looking for someone to bring "I" all of the world's delights without "I" having to strive for that glorious prize. Tis so sorrowful for "I" to not strive for that prize, since tis "I" shall be sorrowful on that day when "I" would realize the prize would never arrive to "tis I"

~*~

ERNEST HEMINGWAY

BY Vershima Orvell-Dio

the macho man retorts,

in our time the sun also rises

and if the oak park doctor

teaches rhythm it behoves i provide the rhyme

if the kansas city star

be denied to chew the action

then let it chew him.

if aa come-hither glance at the nurse be denied him,

let not the pizza nor a medal; but no kiss

let the star shine in Toronto

but if Hadley suggests elopement

paris be the destination

when wives desert hubbies

they become men without women

but let it be told Martha if Pauline wills

that i am for whom the bell tolls

lets liberate the Ritz bar while the old man goes acrossthe river

to struggle with a fish.

for the winner takes nothing in a moveable feast.

A short gun causes accident

and Hemingway becomes cold. Stone cold.

~*~

RABBIT SONG

by Matt Cygny

I have come forth from the Burning Ground,

Where dog’s teeth dismembered the light.

I found my parts scattered

On the field where the conflict was waged.

I was reborn as rabbit,

Born from the blood of the conflict,

Born from the pain of the slaughter.

I was reborn as a seer;

I ran to the ends of the earth.

I am the one who seeks miracles,

I am a hunter of visions.

~*~

“Ode to the Meg”

Jeremy Favazza

Gliding through darkness no passion,

Surviving off instinct and power.

In a constant hunt to acquire daily rations,

A single site sends prey to cower.

A deadly combination of strength and speed,

She lives to feed to kill.

Living by its own regulation, its own creed.

And every desire to soon be fulfilled,

A flicker of a sense,

The great beast changes its course.

Her jaws agape, her only defense,

She propels her body with unimaginable force.

She silently stalks her prey, closer now.

With one futile attempt all is lost to the queen and her crown.

~*~

DEEP RED WINE

Mandy Kubes

Swept away on raging flows, smooth as silk and deep red wine.

I indulge, gently pulled outside the reach of time.

Intoxication, and the earth starts to turn.

The next round, and my soul starts to burn.

It seems a thousand years, but only moments have passed.

At this very time, I hold forever in my grasp.

Heartbeat, drumming in my ears.

Excitement, holding back my fears.

Here two are, lips intertwined.

Another kiss and more deep red wine.

~*~

DON'T TALK......... JUST LISTEN

BY: Jean Lombard Jr

Listen to not what is being said

But the way it is said

Listen not to the word

But the tone it is spoken

LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN

Don't listen to me to understand me

But try to become me to know me

I listen to you

You see that is the difference

I listen to you

Cuz that's all I want to do

IS JUST LISTEN

But you cant listen to me

Because theirs nothing to listen to

Become me to know me to understand me

Then and only then can you help but NOT

LISTEN TO ME

~*~

Beyond

Simon Owen

“Welcome to the netherworld

The land beyond the furthest hell

Were demons haunt your every move

The ones who waited until you fell

To shape you into their mold

Or torture you until you fold

Here you will lose your will

Until your ready to make the kill

And in the deepest recess of your mind

They’ll come for you in the blackest night

And in growing horror you will find

Your linked in sprit to those you fight”

Strange it was to see him stare

Into my eyes, into my mind

It’s been so long, since I stopped to care

For all the others of my kind

Strange that I still see the look

That I still read it like a book

Those tale-tale signs of despair

That shows a spirit who’s ceased to care

And as I stare into his eyes

Into that blank incomprehension

I see myself behind a thousand lies

I told myself to feed the delusion

“So don’t tell me, it’s all gone wrong.

And no one near seems to care,

They beat you down, just for fun

Then expect you to just forbear.

Or at least, that’s what you thought

But now you know it’s your own fault

That the only thing attacking you

Is the thoughts harboured inside you

You created the demons you carry inside

And now your too far gone to help yourself

You’ve lost the will, you’ve lost your pride

You’ve lost it all, you’ve lost yourself”

“Hell is a place where everyone attacks you

But that’s not what happens here

This is the land beyond, where they cannot touch you

Your too far gone and fed by fear

And now so numb, that they fail to hurt

Where we scramble in the dirt

It’s yourself that you must defeat

And not the people that you meet

In this land of nothingness

You will search hard and long

But all you’ll find is emptiness

And you’ll never find a home”

“But one day, you will realise

An insight or a revelation,

And you will see another sunrise

And a final destination

And you will decide to make the kill

And you will find your hidden will

And turn to face the things you brought

The demons you created with your thoughts

But not right now unless I’ve misread

For you still have so much to do

But that day will come like I have said

When there is nothing left to lose”

I left him there with his confusion

For I had an appointment to attend

I was heading for my final destination

And my relief was not pretend

To win or lose, live or die

These are what philosopher’s cry

And if you need a larger insight

It’s not the reason for why we fight

If we lose then we lose it all

But still I cannot pretend

Winning is a hope too small

So we fight, for an end.

~*~

People fear instead of having faith,

They are angry rather than happy,

They hate instead of love,

People fight wars

That aren't their own,

Wanting revenge,

For what pain is caused,

Having faith,

I look for the best in people,

Wanting happiness,

I do not fight,

Hoping for love,

I love in return,

Wanting a world,

That isn't destroyed,

For the children,

That are yet to come,

I do my best,

To help preserve the future.

Kreshona Walrath

~*~

The faces I see when I close my eyes

George Silver 12/28/02

There was something you said

I don't remember-

some innocent words-

and instead of conversation I get memories

flashes of scene and sound- whifts of smell- feelings

and faces.

Some I knew, and could almost put a name to.

What's his name? You know, Alvin's cherry,

the one who died-

Some I never knew-

some I killed.

You see me jerk - shut down,

or spit anger

that wells up from the same slime that holds the faces,

and dies down again

circling - grumbling.

Like a dog on a chain going off on sparrows.

Guarding faces.

~*~

Ulysses' Bag

Spyros Dellios

The King of Ithaca's

weary fall

upon strange harbors

was never met

by personnel

from any Travel Agencies.

Known by all,

his negative reputation

always preceding him,

the annoyed King

pulled on the suitcase

heavy with Polyphymus'eye

Circe's unwashed period rags,

a plastic bag full of lotus fruit,

a piece of plank from

the belly of the Trojan Horse

and all the rest.

Throwing Priamus' tattered

purple robe

over his left shoulder

he started walking up

the steep incline

to the city market.

~*~

My Shadow

Ashley Burton

My shadow dresses comfortably,

pleasing only herself, not the people around her

She likes to have fun

....crack jokes

....dance

....love

She is spontaneous, yet extra ordinary

Everything I want to be

The more I act conservative and quiet,

the more she wants out and is determined to be seen

My shadow:

The real me, hoping, thriving to escape from within

Me:

A carbon, yet counterfeit mold of what the world wants me to be

~*~

The dawn is fresh and brisk.

A strong cold wind

blows, bending the bloodied grasses, into scarlet infinity.

And no-one suffers because someone else is hurt,

his soul weakened by a mortal wound.

I measure with my stare the piercing distance

that, like a door into an unfamiliar, strange land,

guards someone's dreams...

I'm torn apart inside,

but I'm aware that the eternal seed

that I have carried earlier, and sought to sow in others,

will blossom at some time at least in one man's heart.

And now what's left to me is watching that red fire,

and welcoming, in the freedom of despair,

the entrance into the scarlet gates of the unknown.

..........

The dawn is flaming hard,

and in those flames I shall immerse myself,

and fade forever...

KATERINA CHVATOVA

~*~

"MY ANSWERS"

words of an Agnostic.

By Bradley J. Link Sr.

Was there an only begotten son?

Will there be another chosen one?

These are questions some often wondered,

and things I`ve sometimes pondered.

I know there`s a power that comes from within,

which `I` use to forgive another for a sin.

So one doesn`t have to be all that smart,

to see the answers are in your heart.

~*~

The Wicked Stepmother
lisa canfield

Once upon a time,

There was a stepmother so vain

Insanity was her kingdom,

Lies were her game.

She thought she had found her prince

Her knight in shining armor

If she had only known

The love he still did harbor

For the beautiful mother of his child.

Oh poor, poor wicked stepmother

With hair of red, eyes of blue.

You’re black heart is wanted

You’re the childless fool.

Boo hoo.

And so, with these thoughts

She fled the scene

To see if she really was the one

Who was the witch, so mean.

Mirror Mirror on the wall?

Who’s the fairest one of all?

She waited with a sigh.

Hoping and anticipating and

Wanting and needing to hear a lie. But…

“The mother of your stepson

the mirror did say

For she is beautiful in every shape

In every single way

She is talented and smart,

Loving and kind

Gentle and nurturing.”

Then the mirror added with a smile,

The best mother a father could ever find!”

So the mirror did she break

That evil stepmom of a lady.

For she knew the lies she weaved

And how she had been so shady.

How does this story end?

I’ll tell you how.

The evil stepmom lived in her world of hate

And ended up alone.

While the mother and child and her

Prince of once, of long ago

Made up a family, a home.

And lived happily ever after.

~*~

Spring Into My Soul
Darien Engelhardt

The dead of winter has passed,

bothin the air and in my heart.

Spring has brought new life to all.

My heart id beginning to lighten as

the snow melts.

The promise of a fresh breeze renews my soul.

It refreshes my mind.

I am reminded that all is not lost,

but was merely dormant for a season.

Peace comes as the new bird sings.

Hope rejuvenates with the budding of new

blossoms.

My spirit feels younger, yet wiser.

Like that of an 200 year oak with a new coat of

leaves.

Thank heaven for Spring.

~*~

Life
Dorothy Adiaha Alero Okpa

I flow in the Ocean of Mercy

I slope from the Ordeal of Mess

Flow and slope i go to and fro

Ocean Got no enemy nor friend

Life is like the flow of the Ocean

Yes,the waters reaches all

Life tosses left and right,back and forth.

I live in the World of pain and tribulations

People expect much with no understanding

Wanting a Perfect Being

But the reality is that SOUL is eternal

It goes back HOME to its CREATOR

That is the giver of Life whether We like it or not

~*~

PASSIONS
DHANESH .M.KUMAR

The four walls fortifying the realms

make it to yell beyond the walls,

The fetters that make it to quell

the fondle triggers a wobbly,

Staggering changeling.

This child edifies the natures

statue that which bonds

till the pyre, an incredible

Crinkle deep in the roots,

An infamous urge to

Crackle the chains.

A passionate bird that

Migrate miles ;

A jubilant dolphin

That divulge to ether;

A giraffes head

That jettisons out;

All of these are

Mothers credential

~*~

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