HATRED

  BY  LIP  SAI  LIN

  HATRED

  A  BOMB INSIDE  YOUR  HEART

  IT  KILLS

  NOT  ONLY  YOUR  ENEMIES

  BUT  YOURSELF

  A  FALL  OF  SELF - CONTROL

  A  LOSS  OF  TEMPER

  A  COLLAPSE  OF  SELF -  ESTEEM

  A  PRESSURED - MOOD

  A  REPETITION  OF  CRUELTY  AND  ERRORS

  A  FRIGHTENING  REVENGE

  A  LOSS  OF  INTEREST  TO  SEARCH  FOR  AN  ALTERNATIVE

  A  BLINDED - VIEW  FOR  HAPPINESS

  AT  LAST  YOU  WILL  BE  BLASTED  OFF

  AND  FLY  TO  NOTHINGNESS

  BUT

  WHERE  IS  THE  POWER  OF  IGNORANCE

  OR  A  NARROW  ESCAPE ?

  PEOPLE  SECRETLY  ASK  YOU

  "  OUR  GOD  "

England Stevenage Newtown winter 2004/2005

Apart from the noise of the freeway

you would think that no-one was there

a mist had come down on this miserable town

despondency hung in the air

Through this silent and darkening

landscape

a gay little ditty rang out - a grotty old

van - the Ice Cream Man!

Past the shops with security shutters and the vandalized

telephone box

a small gang of boys doing nothing

looked up as the van went by.

                     murder by the blue Moon

 tonight there is a blue moon

                                       as those shadows rise

crimson tears fill the air

                                    that sweet smell of death lingers

and the smile of the reaper widens as the anticipation

of those victims await in time

                                                 murder in the back alleys found by a psychopath

                                             as a rampage begins

who will it be?

                        screams are heard

but pity is not found!                   that sweet anticipation of the hunt continues

as one feeds off the adrenalin

                                         found by fear

Run!

as quickly as you can!

                                        because you will surely die!

a smile gleams off the predator's face

                                                   yesssss..

I can see you!

                        but can you see me?

once again screams are heard in the darkness

as those shadows show that new victim.

but the killer has not been satisfied

so the hunt continues

                                     who will it be next?

  jean james
   

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Mastering An Art or Two

by Bill Albright

Losing is an art difficult to master

Exceeded only by graciously winning

In a way to avoid turning victory into disaster.

Losing and winning never confused with fine arts

Implemented and required daily

May well be the most beneficial of the common arts

Skills which serve well or hinder when lacking

To preserve or dissolve the thin veneer of civilization,

Elevate humanity or harshly condemn

Each of us battle as the animals we are, too merely survive

Not to evolve beyond the fang and claw,

Absent goals of body and mind to thrive

Progress, develop, devise, plan and forgo

The path of least resistance to forge

Winning, losing are the best of show.

STILL

by Anna Glen

the bullets of ice

have just started to melt

rain is not

enough to make me cry

the days are gone

so fast

but the flowers

are still alive

so don't look at me

until i've replaced this

with something real

"MURDER, IN THE FIRST DEGREE"

  Tony Avila Sampson

 

  He went to a public library that's quite and free,

And got charged with committing murder in the first degree;

Inside the library, there was a book to find,

Slowly he approached his victim, an ol' woman who's kind;

Close to her backside, where he stood just behind,

Little ol' granny was reading and paid him no mind;

The quick use of his weapon caused her to drop dead on the spot,

It was the eyeball witness who saw, that's how he got caught;

Must now show the jury the weapon that's been used,

The killer tried to hide his nose and loudly refused;

Now her death that came from his loud sharp sneeze,

Made her heart quickly stop, quiver, and seize;

His hands were shackled and the murder weapon was viewed,

The jury gasped for air, outraged became their mood;

Soon after his shnozzle was clearly depicted,

The jury was unanimous, they quickly convicted; 

 

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brian guyette

MASS HYSTERIA

Those who drink the wine of credulity

Are mostly carried away by their eloquent eulogies.

Their present delight for ephemeral revolutions,

Implants curse of future in the womb of time.

They are asked to dance on the rhapsody of words and promises

And are entangled in the quagmire of mass hysteria.

Their gullible acumen is high jacked for humble ransom of support.

They become vulnerable to any mould and machination.

The cascade of circumstances leads them to indefinable depths.

Like incorrigible optimists, they refuse to admit obnoxious opinions.

In any sanguinary encounter, these mortal millions prove a modicum of sand.

The sycophants rule the roost in this civic hunt.

The hangman’s noose sustains its shine in general.

However a few hollow dissentients are bribed by the despots.

Such a low profile stampede of sheep they become.

When their hypnotic fit ends, the nightmares have them

Which are the manifestations of their own deeds.

Angels In Disguise

Preston James Barton

When I think of Angels I think of white robes, halos and wings

Messengers from God; Lord of Lords and King of Kings

But for non-believers, there is another way to see

That are friends are really Angels in disguise to comfort you and me

Through our toughest ordeals and our worst of crimes

My friends have always been there, time after time

To hear my pain and to give me advice

My friends have always been there to hear my cries

To see these Angels is nothing hard to see just look in friends eyes and you will believe

That Angels are real and come in many different forms

The signs are everywhere and very easy to ignore

Whether it be co-workers or neighbors, family or friends

These people just want what's right for us in the end

So the next time you look into your best friend's eyes

Think of my words and you will see these Angels in disguise

MOTHER, IN THE THIRD AGE

by Marcia Schechinger

She never cries, unless of her children

or all that were born in the womb of them

She hides in a box where she's safe

nothing moves there

I guess if you don't touch anything

no time passes

Fear voids her of pleasure,

although as a youth she taught me of heaven

Furniture gets in her way

but that's okay, it's there to catch her

I'd call her Klimt's "Three Ages of Woman"

but I doubt if she was ever cuddled

I'd say she had Rita Hayworth beauty,

but she hates old movies, everyone is dead

She thinks Oprah is better

it keeps her current on rape or incest

anything but age

She clings to me for support

and when she is gone,

I know I will miss her weight

and I hope there is more than a chair

to hold me up

Undifferentiated Absorption

      by Jameel Heath

Finding a point to focus on in the abyss,

a friendly face to sing a song I know,

chaos eats the formative fuel,

chaos and order continue to flow,

taken through time I drink black slime,

and from within an unholy light begins to glow,

the morning star studies I as dawn approaches,

all the symbols swim through below,

eternal, a kernal of wisdom sprouts from nothing,

the past is my plate in a woozy state,

gallons of amnesia are poured into the trough,

a mixture of pride and potent hate,

light sees an inviting vacuum within darkness,

solar warriors peek in through the gate,

duality is a dream forever falling,

the night thirsts for light, just like me,

time is a buoy and space is the sea,

folding and flowing and dividing into layers,

bringing forth that which is destined to be,

dancing around the buoy in thoughtless glee,

above the surface flies golden orbs,

full of mirrors, with pictures of we,

grinning ghosts sing cheerful boasts,

and a long dead mime silently shouts his final plea.

 "Boundless"

ever I lay interred a thousand years, wouldst same the sun, warm the rivulets of a lover's tears, upon the losing?

and while yet the gnarled yew grows slow, still she mourns, finds no other to provide full solace...but for the choosing?

might that wind, rain, time's erosion, bring forth the skies, once more to pleasure, in empty sockets, phantom eyes.

to fully satisfy to sate. bring hope, that, the spirit, shackle free, could then, its earthen bonds sloughed off...escape!

Goldenrod.

NAKED TRUTH OF LIFE!

To match all the heights today, I have to go and go a very long way.....

Puzzled again after every step seems the crossword game ,

But i promise to roll & gather all moss on my way despite of ample pain..

Wounds wither every time i move in with a different step,

Till When? Where to? How ? Why? ...........

Seems so much of my blood is required to fill in this life's Gap.

At everyday's end I feel the jerking crack in every bone...

Ha! Ha! sleep also crawls in always questioning   "IF I were a human or a street stone"

Every morning to this question a different answer flows......

By the evening Its always me with myself  & obviously nowhere to go!!!!!

bully
iyan-bastian

if there's anything i hate

i wish i wouldn't feared at all

anyone who's bothered by the argue

wear a new skin to survive

whether fit or not, covered, hide

pain makes cowards of us all, aren't we?

if there's anything i hate

when i should taste the wound alone

but i found a beautiful excitement inside

the bittersweet of being disable

that i'm not the one and you aren't yourself

if there's anything i hate

to walk alone in the black of night

i just throw my torch which light me up

because i don't care what is in front my sight

until the bright star in the center of venus is melt

and gathers with me in a breaking down symphony

if there's anything i hate

of a moment to choose between red and blue

and what is sympathy with the consider movement?

you're alive with a dead soul inside

and the last memory of youth and beauty

then boast, then lie alone, and isolated self

if there's anything i hate

i hate the way you feel

i feel the way you hate

why must we hate ourselves?

FULL STOP

It is just a point

Not something to be afraid of

Sometimes it is not even visible

It remains where it is

Lonely

Detached

It appears to be very small

After all, it is just a point

Appearances are deceptive

This small point

Has the power to halt

Cease

Discontinue

It reminds me of Death

Invisible

Detached

With enormous power to stop

That is why

Even though it is just a point

I am afraid of It

Haiku-Yesterday

g andrews

Windblown cherry buds

pressed flat under warm rain.

A pink shadow cast.

Crows laugh in the corn.

My old winter coat scares none.

Morning eggs skim cold.

Tadpoles play in shallows,

fish ripples wash overhead,

bottled by children.

Still water grown green.

Eyes hear fish chasing fat frogs.

Tea cannot be made.

Tree limbed negatives,

black veined before soft gray sky.

Winter haze lingers.

Forever and a Day

Shallow rivers

And dew covered grass

A beautiful dress on a very young lass

These are some things

You will find in the meadow

The meadow has all of these things

It’s beautiful at sunrise

At the beginning of the day

But Mystical in the evening

When its colors change to gray

Walking into the meadow

Is like walking into a dream

Something different all the time

Nothing is how it seems.

Grass is soft on your feet

And clouds soft on your eyes

Water cool in your hands

Water cool on your toes

My legs seem to take me wherever

The river flows

My favorite part of the meadow

Is everything in fact.

Because the meadow makes me happy

In a different way

I would stay there forever

Forever and a day

                        The road is often

                      Marked with rocks

                      Some larger than

                         Before

                    In climbing the rocks

                      They become mere

                          Pebbles

                        Step freely

                     The road is yours

                          NOELEEN P SEGAL

I crossed over!!

Some one once told me

The grass is greener on the other side,

But ever scene I crossed the bridge

Every day i'v cried

The grass however is longer

So I can hide my face

So I can think about what is to be

In my own special place.

The feels are however beautiful

But no one else will come

So I will sit hear lonely

And just reminisce over my mum

Reminding me of her

Are the flowers in the ground

Of when she will just lie there

 and not make a sound.

HI DAD!!!

I would wake every morning feeling needed.

When I go to work I would start feeling used.

Throughout the day I would feel as if my life was for someone else.

Wondering why I have done what I’ve done.

Wanted to go back and change everything, to start over.

Thinking that being by my self would be what I wanted.

I think of these thinks, and start to feel ashamed.

Like I am giving up on something that I am blessed with.

That I am the only important thing in my life.

And it should be the way I want it to be.

To be back on my own.

To have no responsibility.

To be able to go out and do what I wanted.

But then it is time to leave.

I start the drive home, but on the way I go to the daycare provider.

There I see a child waiting patiently for someone who wants to leave.

Our eyes meet, and he runs my way.

Arms stretched out as wide as the ocean is deep.

A smile that would fill the Grand Canyon.

Eyes lighting up like the moon over a sparkling lake.

I drop to one knee and reach for him.

All my worries and troubles of the day are gone.

I see who my life is for now.

I see that I have done nothing wrong, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

I want the responsibility that has been bestowed upon me.

I no longer want to be alone.

I no longer feel ashamed.

What I feel is two young loving arms wrap around my neck.

HI DAD!!!

I DON'T KNOW

LYNNE MARIE PRYOR

I don't know if I'm doing everything right,

I try hard to be grateful and not to fight.

I don't know if I turn my will over to a power greater than I,

That life will get better and I'll do more than get by.

I don't know if I smile that I may brighten your day,

But I'll smile anyway, for I just have today.

I don't know if in turn, you'll smile back at me,

But I'll take my chances and just wait and see.

I do know, that if I don't know, I need to find out,

The answers to questions when I am in doubt!

The wind that blows upon my face, pushing back my hair.

The sweet feel of the ocean waves pounding at my feet.

As i close my eyes I fall into the sand and I dig my fingers into it.

As i pick up the sand with one hand, it escapes between my fingers leaving but the pile on  the palm of my hand, i press my fingers into it as i let it drift back onto the ground.

I soon lay up, hands still in sand, opening my eyes i soon realize that ones dream never dies.

Kristen Renee Hidalgo 

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Nature

The wild ride of life is a tricky thing.

Full of surprises and disappointments.

Sometimes so beautiful it hurts to feel.

The nature of the beast can not be tamed.

It can only be ridden with inner courage.

Give it your all with some sweat and tears.

And whatever you do don't ever show fear.

THAT WAS '69

by Marcia Schechinger

Stormy is her unkempt world

silver gray surrounds her head

She dreams of yesterday

her soul betrayed has long been dead

She shelters in a tattered mess

but the green food it tastes alright

She refuges in sex and war

that scream from her tube at night

The floor is filled with cigarettes

from 1989

but she sits and weeps no more

so that makes life just fine

Oh there was a glorious time

of naked bodies on the beach

the hippies flung the old white cloth on

to balance out her feet

But that was '69

and the world was drugged with charm

no one thought of herpes

or of splotches on your arms

Weary of another day

she closes her eyes to the beat of Joplin and the Doors

She takes a gasp of air decayed

as she rests eyes wide open on the floor

DATE NIGHT

Sherrie Gonzales-Kolb

I’m not sure why, but I thought I’d find you here,

Irrecoverably lost in suburbia.

Sadly ­ you blend.

I’ll say nothing about the glaring transformation ­

about how you’ve traded in your Birkenstocks for hard shoes,

Levis for Dockers, your long dark locks for respectability in the job market, and

getting high on Rush for sedation by smooth jazz and a nice Merlot.

I’m sucker-punched ­

in full-frontal nudity

and my non-reaction shouts my disbelief.

You mow your grass now instead of smoking it

as you smile at the children who noisily ride their bikes over your Home-Owner-Association-compliant lawn.

You even put out a Jack-O-Lantern at Halloween which you meticulously carved

yourself ­ tapping into a fragment of your artistic yesterday.

No, we’ll not address the disappearance of your fiery self ­ now indistinguishable from the herd; we’ll do non-emotive and safe ”small” talk:

“Same ol’ same ol’, double coupons at Ralphs’, and how about those Redskins? ”

I’ll never mention how you now make love twice a month ­

with the lights off ­- and only -- if she’s up to it.

TOPSY TURVY CHRISTMAS

It's Christmas time again

The snow is falling down.

Its flakes are made of sugar

And are coloured chocolate brown.

There's snowmen without hats on

Dogs with ten foot tails

And Santa's sleigh with bells on

Is pulled by killer whales.

Christmas trees lean sideways

And monkey's live within.

They swing from branch to branch

And they make an awful din.

Holly is not prickly,

Bells don't make a sound.

Baubles on the Christmas trees

Are triangular, not round.

There's turkey's playing football

Against the three wise men.

They play with rolled-up stuffing

And the referee's a hen.

Cats sing Christmas carols,

Toys all come alive.

Action men have dresses

While Barbie scuba-dives.

There's gravy over puddings

And peas are filled with cream.

In my topsy-turvy Christmas,

My topsy-turvy dream.

A rocky road is behind me

Some other rocks to come upon

But no other rocks in sight for now

I see straight ahead

Nice and clear

I take a step a step and one more

Getting excited adrenalin running through me

But no shakes,

A step a step and one more

Not confused, I know what I’m doing

A step a step and one more

No one to hold my hand

Because my hands are entwined in another

Feeling my heart beat in-between my fingers

Thump, thump, thump

There used to be a label now there is no more

I am free, finally

A step a step and one more

a step a step and one more

I took a step and will walk forever

Still walking and I am still moving

A step a step and one more

Megan Conlon

THE HOPE OF JENNIFER

This is for a, co-worker, friend and my hope!

What a beautiful person......

As I get older my soul has been lost

Heart on sleeve, abilities tested

How much the cost?

I cry inside not knowing what will be next

In demand, scared and all alone

This journey has  made me a drone

As I fall victim to comfort in the same  old routine

The wonders of life only seem like a dream

My life's journey is mine

And mine all alone

Seeds that are made

And the seeds that need sewn

Time is an enemy, sometimes an empty sky

The one thing I am sure of....

I will be loved when it's time to say goodbye.

MARKETING is

Supply

and

Demand

I demand that you watch how

a current moves in an ocean stream

You supply the ocean

I demand that you make tea

with water

I'll supply the water

You demand love

I supply love

You demand more

What more is there.

Cate Espener.

Taken.

Take the sparkle from a cobweb

Take the rose so full with dew

Take the freshly scented meadow

Take the shades of sky so blue

Take the greenness of the valley

Take the wind that cools the tree

But take this world as it was given

For then our children will be free.