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Tuesday, 30 January 2007
The Man's Hope, by Temitope Otokiti
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: Religion

Man hastens for nought and forth

Going up and down the north

From an Irish pole

To seek the pot of gold in the hole

Like a rat in a cage

So does pain come with age

Should man live by bread When he has not got a bed?

Bread comes when the bed is laid

For it is not a man-made Nor words men said

But from God comes the aid.


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Sunday, 21 January 2007
To my muse special call Aline, Brazilian Brunnete Inolvidable., by Fabio Ferreira de Souza Junior (Brazil)
Mood:  flirty
Topic: Scenes

             SHE MUSE

 

                                           She muse

                                           Distinct

                                     Energy Divine

                                        Model special

                                        Flower call desire

                               Rose denominated magic

                                    Simple single singular

                             Big air force from bird madrigal 

                     Girl of dream week in paradise celestial

                         You loving me, I am poetry in desert way

                    I am sad for she, I am mine destiny she is she

                              I am love true, false illusion

                              Exercise to live an inspiration

                         Lesson alive in field of extreme emotion

                               Particularly, Really, Simplified motion

                     Camera in the vision limited from origin action 

                         You my very good gift, goodness, brunette invisible

                            You woman of my life eternally visible

                              You death of passion for you my angel impossible

                                 You symbiosis, masterpiece of artist canvas

                                     I am for you fly of winter, water blue

                                          I am flies various in their body

                                            I am having an unlimited access in the skin

                                                I am for you, you and I, par perfect…


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Monday, 1 January 2007
A Fine Feeling, by Karanam Rao
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: Philisophy

A Fine Feeling

 

 

I wanted to draw a

Fine line between

Between your desires

And  your actions

 

When you gave yourself up

To me (your opalescent

Flesh blinding my eyes},

Pulling down the barriers

 

That stood between us

Like unshared silences.

Until the night moved in,

Not lineally but into

 

Preset circles.

And it’s this darkness

That doled us into

The other side of the river.


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Wednesday, 22 November 2006
Thanksgiving
Mood:  celebratory
Topic: Life

Thanksgiving

 

England’s king was disobeyed

by Puritans to abandon their faith.

On the Mayflower ship they sailed

through Atlantic ocean waves.

 

On November 1620

a hundred two Puritans came

to the shores of America.

Two months lasted their voyage.

 

They set sail soon again,

and they landed on December

on the Plymouth Harbor beach,

where the nation had begun.

 

Harsh was winter of that year,

only half of them survived,

helped by Cape Cod’s corn

stored by Indians in the sand.

 

With them Indians made peace treaty,

helped the Pilgrims to survive,

in the wilderness hunt and fight

because Pilgrims were townspeople.

 

Being thankful to the Indians

Pilgrims have invited them

to the Harvest Feast,

which for us became Thanksgiving.

 

As we gather at the table

to eat turkey, pumpkin pie, sweet potatoes…

We celebrate and talk about the past

as the Indians and the Pilgrims did.

 

© Artur Wielgus 2006

 

 


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my thanksgiving poem to you
Mood:  happy
Topic: Life
my thanksgiving poem to you

 
Turkey, oh, you great big fellow
food all ripe, rich and so mellow
yes what fun,umm what a treat
all the good things for us to eat

what choices this cannot be beat
dinner is ready mom calls to eat
Old tom is nice and oh so round
young and tender tom is brown

thanks being told, by every one
thanking God for everything done
a table being filled, until it sways
the food enough to last for days

sliced meat with dressing galore
everyone now full ,eats no more
bellies are patted are now so full
turkeys wish bone being pulled

a coconut cake, fluffy as a cloud
"oh's" make mom feel so proud
the banana pudding oh so sweet
punkin pie, of course mincemeat

dinner was filling can hardly walk
porch fills up with the men to talk
kids now gatherig, ahh such fun
in games to play and races won

families gathering but once a year
for over-eating in a festive cheer
thanksgiving is remembered well
tomorrow morning upon the scale
love:
 from: a  jenny wren

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Wednesday, 12 April 2006
Osazu
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: Philisophy
Osazu

Osazu is one of us, a few of the many trapped.
Trapped right in the middle of our very own souls.
Trapped in a nation which has the least feelings or hope.
Trapped because we have so many options yet not one.
So many routes and pathways; yet no ferry.
When a ferry, no ferrymen or ferry fare.
Then they take to sidewalks they were never supposed to tread.
They come back heaping their woes on you, which is right but who’s really?
It is ours; our fathers and forefathers all are a part of juvenile destruction.
Think of Osazu and the rest.
Think of earth when you are all gone; lonely?
Think of all who unlike Osazu fled.
All the troubles, tribulations, joy and pain you pushed them through; just to survive.
Osazuu is one of us!
A few of the many trapped in the middle of depths.
He is one of the youths,
Who absconded in abject desolation and desperation,
In full pursuit of a better tomorrow

Oby Onye
obyuc@yahoo.com

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Thursday, 16 March 2006
The Voice, by Rashni Rasheeka
Mood:  energetic
Topic: Life
THE VOICE



I hear a tender voice somewhere in my mind,
a voice of an angel, that’s how I use to feel
I met her in a secret place, a rainy day it was,
the rainbow and the dancing wind, oh I still recall


She was sobbing when I met her first, alas! still I sigh
Has she crushed her love in reckless hands? that I never asked
“Will you hide me somewhere in your mind?” “Yes” I said at once
She lives inside my whirling thoughts, hush! there I hear her now


When I try to pick some white Lilies, “No” she would cry,
I was chasing little butterflies, there I hear the same
When I play around with hurtful thoughts, yes I’m stopped at once
This kindness which she makes me feel, complicated or maybe soft


I’m a young girl still with full of life, there’s a long way yet to go
And this world is not so safe to live; I mind not saying it’s shrewd
Being delicate as moon light beam, oh! All I get is hurt
“Become the change you wish to see in world”, I hear the angel voice



ROSHNI RASHEEKA
Farawayvoice094@hotmail.com

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Saturday, 31 December 2005
Human
Mood:  on fire
[Human]

Why do you hang an innocent one?
Why has the era of bloodshed begun?
Disobey the commandments,
and you're a Christian.
Reckon, are you even a human?

Why don't you live and let live?
Don't just forget and forgive?
Why is a dreamer being held a captive?
No, leave no trespass undone.
And you call yourself a human?

In the name of God,
kill his own Creation.
Love for wealth:
greater than for any relation.
For the guilty,
possess all advocation.
Human, when last did an innocent
get deserved justification?
For all this, hold no valid reason,
Oh yes! Anti to all, you ARE a human!
Such a creature, can only be one.

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Wednesday, 28 December 2005
God, by Karanam Rao
Mood:  happy
Topic: Religion
I don’t know whether
You are a noun
Or pronoun,
A person or personification,
A symbol or syntax
Of thought.

All that I know is that
you exist somewhere,
Beyond those conglomerate
Mountains,
Beyond the edges of
The horizon,
Shaping our destinies
From life to death,
And back again,
In an endless cycle of
Creation and dissolution.

I still hear your foot steps
Behind me and see your face
In the crystalline waters
Of the running brooks
As silence trying
To break into the sounds
Of prayer.

Karanam Rao

(Submitted to AuthorMe, December, 2005)

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Monday, 18 July 2005
Purple Warmth
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: Scenes
Purple Warmth

by Annette Walker


Purple is the deep warmth felt all around.
The rich colors seen in a rainbow
fade one to the next from red to violet
but always rest on
the subtle sweet color of purple.

When watching a golden sunset
on the clear western horizon,
purple is the one final hue
that tells of the coming night
as it touches the land and dips behind the earth.

It is the final taunting to neighborhood children
playing freeze tag down the red brick street
before they must quickly scurry home on scooters and bikes
for bubble baths and bedtime stories.

Purple is the single thin ribbon
in a field of florescent flowers
that reminds us of the soft gentle touch
God has lain down upon the world.

Purple soothes the aching soul
in Lavenders Blues song and rhyme.
It settles the anxious restless child
at bedtime into sound slumber.
Purple is the deep warmth felt all around.

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