GOOD-LUCK ISN'T FOUND IN THE BIBLE

BY DR. BARBARA ZINNAMON - AUGUST 7, 2004

I HAVE HEARD MANY FOLKS SAY IN THE SOUTH GOOD-LUCK.

I HAVE HEARD MANY PEOPLE IN THE CHURCH SAY GOOD-LUCK.

BUT, GUESS WHAT?

GOOD-LUCK IS FOUND NO WHERE IN THE HOLY BIBLE.

I HAVE FOUND WORDS LIKE LOVE IN THE HOLY BIBLE.

I HAVE FOUND WORDS LIKE COMPASSION IN THE HOLY BIBLE.

BUT, GUESS WHAT?

I HAVE NEVER SEEN, NOR READ THE WORD GOOD-LUCK IN THE HOLY BIBLE.

GOOD-LUCK IS NOT FOUND IN THE HOLY BIBLE.                   AMEN.

Fury

There is fury

calling screaming all the time

There is fury

in our hearts and in our minds

There is something

pushing us to keep on fighting

All i know is that

there is too much crying

And i try to find

some peace of mind

and i try to find

someone of my kind

Will anyone

come and fight

this fury with me

all i need

is human

 generosity

alone in a cold dark room

staring at an empty nothingness

with eyes devoid of feeling, unmoving

one thing is left alive

tears flowing infinitely...

SHADOW

               Jo Grant

Today my name is shadow

I walk in the shadow of the big man,

who treads hills and mountains in paint

and canvas, revealing dreams to those that

can hear.

Today my name is shadow

a faceless image flickering almost there,

my words, lie like leaves fallen from a tree,

my hopes like the bud.

Today my name is SHADOW with mysteries no one

can see, no one can feel,

alone I glide through mists of life.

TODAY MY NAME

IS SHADOW.

my life

my life is like hell...

i feel that i'm always locked up in a sail....

the only thing mom dose is cry..

i just wish i could just die......

i hide all my pain inside ...

i never let anything fly...

i wish the end of my life was here..

its not like anyone would care...

and the day that i die..

no one will cry..

then that's when i will fly...

The Sleepless Lullaby

One night I was sitting at home

When I heard the cries of a child

And a thunderous slap, boom

The echo filled the moon

I threw the cat off my lap

To see what was wrong

The lullaby his mommy was singing

Sounded awfully strong

Then the child screamed daddy no, no

And his tears filled the room

My head swelled with fears

As I sensed his doom

I picked up the phone

And dialed 911

A lady answered the call

And asked what was wrong

I gave her the address

She said the police wouldn’t be long

So I walked out of my front door

Questioning where I belonged

Should I be in my home safe and sound

As a neighbor with my mouth bound

Unable to rescue this child

From his frown?

When the lights flashed about

I listened to the parents shout

BE QUIET NOW KID

And don’t give us that pout

All looked copacetic

As they answered the door

A mommy and a daddy

Standing on the kitchen floor

The three year old crept up slowly

Under his daddy’s arm

With watery eyes

Pretending there had been no harm

The police walked away

Knowing they hadn’t been charmed

Yet they knew on the next call

They might need to be armed

The Mystery of Life

Is it Heaven or Hell?

Are God and the Devil friends?

I bet they break into laughter, together, scheming,

About their control of where all life ends.

Fear not for God walks next to you,

On your right hand side,

And Satan the devil chooses your left,

Good or bad both will always be your guide.

Would you like to hazard a guess?

BLOWING THE LIFE AWAY

KATY ELOISE MURR

Every time I inhale

The thick smoky gases

I feel relief, stress floating away,

But,

Rather like my life,

Sipping from my fingers:

Every time I clutch the lighter,

I feel my will slipping away ­

From the very thing which keeps me going,

My son

He pleads with me “Dad, just try, I can’t make you!”

Again and again I hear his voice, and,

His anger at me, coated in constant appealing

But it won’t make much difference so I want him to know

I admit to my ignorance

The one thing I wanted to keep

Till I die,

But now, there’s no time for that,

So just to face it, you were right and

Perhaps

If I’d wanted -

To stop, to give up,

To make life a little harder I would have

But I didn’t and now I wonder,

If thirty-five years ago I did gave in,

Would I be where I am now?

Attached to a drip,

On a life support machine?

why do we play this pointless game,

all of us living without a cause,

some of us killing without the shame,

living life when we all should pause,

taking in the breath of false warmth and care,

endless searching but never finding,

a reason to exist could not be more rare,

the path of life could not be more winding,

we all know and feel this sorrow,

that love in life does not exist,

suddenly ripping the light from day,

stray far from world and body do not resist,

we can never make the darkness go away,

but pain and sorrow it does create,

for too much stress,

already done we cant negate,

we lie and sin to clean the mess,

why do we play this pointless game,

all of us living without a cause,

some of us killing without the shame,

living life when we all should pause,

forget what you know is love,

and all embrace the hate,

enjoy the sight from the heavens above,

this is you're future this is you're fate,

in the end we all die alone.

Dumbness

By  Lip  Sai  Lin

When  I  encounter

Sadness 

That's  other's  business

Dumbness  is  on  my  mouth

Which  took  the  sadness

As  mine

Because  sadness  comes  

Without  reasons

And  death 

Is  the  end  of  everyone

FOR LESLEY

BY DEAN L. EVANS

DON'T CRY MY GIRL , DRY YOUR TEARS ...I'LL HELP YOU DRY THEM HUN...

THE NIGHT CONSUMES US ALL AT TIMES ....BUT MORNING BRINGS THE SUN...

AND EACH DAWN BRINGS THE PROMISE.."ALL IS WELL ", GO BACK TO SLEEP...

"I AM WAITING FOR YOU VERY NEAR" ,SO THERE'S NO NEED TO WEEP...

YOU AND I HAVE LOVED ONES LOST , IN THE SHALLOW POND OF TIME...

THE DISTANCE SEEMS FAR GREATER ,IN THE DEEP OCEAN , OF THE MIND...

WE'VE LOOKED AT TIMES FOR ANSWERS ,AND AT TIMES WE'VE BEEN CONFUSED...

BUT LET US NOT SAY LOVE WAS LOST, MISTAKEN ,OR UNUSED...

I SEND THESE THOUGHTS DEAR LESLEY , SO I CAN HELP YOU SEE...

WE'VE TOUCHED EACH OTHER IN A WAY , UNIQUE TO YOU AND ME...

WE'LL NOT LET MEMORIES OF LOVED ONES LOST, DRIP SADNESS IN OUR CUP...

YOU'LL MAKE A POT OF HAPPINESS, AND I'LL HELP YOU DRINK IT UP...

Roses are red, flies are black,

I love you when you scratch my back

Angie Panfilio

DEBT LIFE

      rian rigor

a candle gently burns

the hand of time swiftly turns

its life fades as it flickers

gives but gets none and withers

in the darkness it sheds its tears

solely it cries but no one hears

Surrender Of The Soul

Softly, but surely, it flows

through her soul,

While emotions begin to lose all control.

Her breath becoming faint,

Her skin tingles cold.

Her voice, nearly choked, she looks to the

floor.

Eyes filling quickly with cold,

crystal tears,

Her heart beating loudly, revealing her fear.

Unable to lessen,

the pain in her head

Suddenly, silently she falls, and

surrenders her soul,

dead.

NATURE'S TEARS

Erin Rosalee Randall

A yellow jacket hovers in the rain

under the petal of a withering rose

A blue tulip cries silently beside him

and no one but a blue jay knows

A few inches away a centipede crawls

toward nothing, lonely, afraid

A millipede wonders about fate, unknowingly

passing his brother in the dripping shade

Around the bend a bobcat shivers

sleepless in the frigid black air

A savage beast has killed his only son

and he whispers a lullaby-prayer

A silent man leaves his ragged tent

having nothing but the world to fear

No man has heard his stony cries

and he longs for the power to disappear

A weeping willow looks down with a sigh

at the grass laying flat at her feet

A dragonfly lingers and slips into the sky-

Natures soft tears are infinitely sweet

 A Brave Teardrop
       Rachael

         When I was a little girl my mom always told me don't cry when i'm gone

         Now that she's gone i can see why she said that i miss her so much

         sometimes i wonder why she left me but now looking at the sky ill tell you why

         see people come and people go sometimes they cry and sometimes they dont

         but when you cry you only tire yourself and when you don't you only build up till you explode

         either way is the wrong way so instead i remember the good times and cry happily

         because now i remember the time she told me to be a strong little girl

         as a brave teardrop ran down her face!

City OF Silence

City of silence where my loved ones lie

Where i will rest to when i die

I can hear the trees see the insects and

Feel the breeze

City of silence where we all will be if not

Today then some day,

we will lie next to our loved one's when we die

City of silence tell me what dose unfold

We are scared of the myths we are told

City of silence where my loved one's lie

someday I will rest thier to when I die

The Lord of None.

 by H.S.Bremner Esq.

A question on an empty tongue,

A bell once all it's chimes are rung.

The perfume from a scentless bloom,

The dirty walls of vacant rooms.

Spectacles housing a broken lens,

An artists hands betrayed by pens.

Reflections without windows dark,

A child searching for a vanished park.

The hand that forms an unclenched fist,

A solitary lover's tryst.

The hollow halls of dust and bone,

The blood that stains a kingless throne.

Words spoken from a mouth so dumb,

The Prince of Nothing, Lord of None.

HIDDEN TEARS

Kristin Beckwith

She ran in the dark.

She had nowhere to go.

Her life seemed to be falling apart.

Why?she wanted to know.

She looked in the mirror,

To watch the tears fall from her eyes,

When she saw the face staring back at her,

She wished that she could cry.

The bruises on her face,

The scars on her wrist,

She was sorry for whatever mistakes she made.

Whatever she did to deserve this.

Her scream echoed in the night,

Peircing the silence of the trees,

Holding her head up to the skies,

Wishing that she could see,

The real person inside.

Her heart is all alone.

Where could she find,

A place she could call home.

Hating herself,

For all those years.

No one could ever tell,

The truth about her hidden tears.

BORN WITH A VEIL

by Joyce Elaine Morris

I was born with a veil, a caul.

Principally, that’s what my mother said.

Some call it a cowl: others a caul. 

This makes me special because of the call.

Essentially, that’s what my mother said. 

Initially, it did. I possessed the gift. 

I knew your future, I knew your past.

I saw things that you could not see.

Was the other side of light,

the source of my fears and anxieties?

Principally, that‘s what my mother read.

Hooded, wielders, gory, and vile

constantly besieged by your arduous weight

crushing my chest, as I struggled to scream.

But I could not scream: no sounds could be uttered.

I couldn’t yell, I couldn’t breathe.

Pungent shadows still lie in wait.

Suspended shadows eclipsed by time

taunt me, keep me under surveillance

culling me; calling me, because of the caul.  

one hand two hearts

            have you fallen in love with me

             how can i trust in love apart

           one hand our two become

                   two hearts still beating but as one

            are you mine forever ,balance ,life

         can i call on you ,will you come

          if life has lost its luster and the day turns to night

       if you come running my arms will be there

to make our bodies one

Dear child if you are reading this

Then you know I have passed away

Dear child please forgive me

For there are so many things

I wanted to say

Dear child I should have told you

I love you everyday

It is amazing the perspective you get

When you are dying day by day

Dear child I want you to know

That I will always be with you

And whatever hardship's that lie in your way

Know that mommy is watching over you

Each and everyday

Dear Child please try not to be upset with me

I have made arrangements so that

You will have someone loving you constantly

Dear Child it seems god

Had a different plan for me

I love you forever my baby you will always be

(in)DECLINE

BY AARON J. MARKO

the ego

paradox

subliminal cutthroat

and red spills out on

the floor

it burns my nose

metallic

naked

fornications with the meat

I met a boy. And to tell you the truth I wasn’t just physically attracted to him from across the room. We were all laughing sitting around the TV at camp and in a weird movie-like way, I notice him and at that moment everything goes quiet. And there I was in that scene, where there’s the shot of that boy.  After that I just knew. I felt it. His presence made me feel electric. It felt so right, so perfect, and it just happened. Every summer the same feeling arose from nothing. I would go through days and months never thinking about him but then once we’d see each other he was the only thing on my mind. And every time we saw each other we both knew we were perfect, for you could see it in our eyes.  I saw it in his eyes no matter how much he tried to play it off.  I felt it. I really did.

         So this feeling never went away, and after a year went by I forgot about him.  Every once and a while I would smell the scent of dew and newly cut grass and I’d think of him. I would remember how I’d felt when I was with him and I would be happy, not really knowing if that feeling was real. He kept coming into my thoughts and so I decided to see him. He didn’t live far, so I took a visit. There he was. His hair was longer, he didn’t look that good, but by god, it was him. But something was different, he was much more shy, he held back.  When he embraced me it felt weird. How could it be weird when all we had done summer’s past was laid in each other’s arms? Things were different.  But then they weren’t. That feeling was back, and alas I was in love again. That shit just won’t go away.

         But now I see him, but not really. I can barely look at him. I want to see him but I don’t. I want things to go back to normal but they wont. I want to talk like we always had but that just wont happen. I’ve spoken three words to the kid in one month. I don’t feel it anymore. He kissed me and it was incredibly passionate but we were drunk and it felt wrong. I felt used, and I’d never thought he’d be the one to use me.  And I think that's what’s it. All this time he treated me better than just some girl. He didn’t want to hook up with me; he wanted me to be his best friend, a title far greater than girlfriend. Girlfriends come and go, but best friends are forever. Yet, I wanted him to treat me, see me, as he did about the girls he thought were cute. I wanted to be the apple of his eye. In some odd way I now see that I was, and what I wanted was rotten. He doesn’t want me; he doesn’t want to be close to me, he has denied me over and over. It hurts because although he has told !

 his friends that he has had a connection with me, its no longer there. I don’t know if it ever was. Maybe I just made it all up in my head. Maybe I really did make him out to be better than he is like he said. Maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic who thinks her life is played out like a movie. I don’t know. All I know is that I have two weeks before school, my summer is over, and I have lost the boy that I’ve been in love with for years. And the worst part is, I’ve done everything I could to win him over and he doesn’t want me. I think this is karma, I don’t know. All I want is just one talk, one amazing talk, where we’re lying in each other’s arms, staring at the sky, and talking about nothing. I loved that. I loved him.

CHRONICLE

Though uncertain, I rummaged through the sack,

Scuttling through all I came by,

My life, my thoughts, my world and my future,

So much more I saw and so many I dispensed with.

Gradually I began to see some contents,

Appealing though they seemed, yet rot they were inside.

Rot and stale.

Oh, my much cherished past! How fast you have rot.

How so soon you have eluded me

Like a star falling from the sky, heading fast for the underground.

You eluded me so fast I didn't wink.

Now I have to scurry for the future,

This time, constantly keeping count of every step I take.

Never again shall I save a passing moment but I will forever relish the moment

And savor the memory some time anon,

For I have come to realise that life is to be lived as it comes; and never,

Never again will I use the sack!

      

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Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me...

Wrong...

Words hurt.

Bones can be fixed...repaired.

Hearts can’t.

Once you break a heart it’ll never be the same again.

Remember that next time you scream and shout.

You sit there is ‘your’ chair all high and mighty.

As spiteful words spill from your mouth.

The gleeful look in your eye as tears run down my cheeks.

Tears I swore would never fall again.

I swore I would never shed another tear over your words.

But I failed.

Like you say I always do.

My failure is your greatest pleasure.

It’s your favourite sport.

Your favourite show to watch.

You watch me fall time and time again.

It’s the only time your truly happy.

Why is that? 

SECRETS OF HER MIND

by: Lisa Taylor

The girl who stands

Alone but firm

And looks so content

You soon will learn

Has inside her the darkness

That goes unseen

Has inside her the darkness

Of every living thing

The most outspoken woman

You soon will find

Has more secrets

Than the rest combined

Though she said she told you everything

You should know, she lied

Because you will never know anything

Of the Secrets of Her Mind

 

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HOME

Sherry Lofgren

I've waited for a long time

to know my goodness,

feel my strength,

and love myself.

I've cried

and blamed...

Screamed in anger and pain

Then slipped back into my own skin

Welcoming coming home again.