Rhapsody - A Moment in Love by Ushna Sardar

Secret thoughts;
Stolen moments;
Compassion and tenderness.
Emotions overflow
Like clouds drifted across the sky.
All I desire,
Temptation;
Keeps climbing higher and higher.
In your arms,
Startling revelations;
Sweet & sensational.
Startling disclosures of sweet secrets
Beyond what we thought.
Kissing passionately.
I can still vividly remember
At that moment;
Your sense of magic
Had brought me closer to you.
Snuggled up close.
Sweet surrender!
I felt and knew
Love
That flowed through those veins.
You whispered, or he voice of an angel spoke to me.
The star travelled in disguise.
Reality locked us in memory banks;
Wishful thinking.
You are thinking of me!
'Cause I could not resist the temptation to be with you.
I’m thinking and missing you massively
In a speechless way!

I Love You by Samantha Curtis

All my life, I've searched I've waited,
And I've hoped to find the piece of my heart
That was missing.

But, until that one beautiful summer day,
I found it.
I feel complete and whole because I found you.
My love, my soul and my body is what you are.
And if I were to lose you, there would be me no more.
My heart would be shattered,
My soul would be taken,
And my body would be destroyed.

Without you I would be dead.
And in my mind would be no more thoughts of being on this earth.
I would be no more.
My love for you has taken over me,
And I promise to always be by your side to comfort you,
To hold you and to give you everything
That you've never had.

I Love You!

I Have Been by Sara Noji

I have been . . .
Devouring fiction,
Nibbling on fantasy,
Swallowing history,
Consuming the knowledge,
Scarfing down on each word.

Copyright © 2008 (Sara Noji)

Roses Are Red by Naomi

A slightly different take on the friendship and relationships theme I guess!!

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Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I'm in love ...
But not with you.

You hurt my feelings,
You made me cry.
Now I'm in love
With another guy

You said that you loved me,
But that wasn't true ...
Guess what bitch?
I played you too!

The Year After by Tri Tran

I, an eagle, gliding in the succulent air,
Seeking the golden flame in my homeland.

Each amber lily, born to welcome me home,
Each rose bud, yet to unfold, yearns to kiss my cheek;

I, an eagle, long to treasure the dry blood of the warriors.
Now, that the war is over, each innocent soul is buried,

Each melodious heartbeat can roar with sparkling joy.
I, an eagle, yearn to see Vietnam dance her first Tango.

Life Passages by Robert Branch

An ache implies the passing of time.
My memories reply to this symptom of mine.
In my book of life I scan over the pages
And review in my head the various stages

A child in its nappy, mewling and spewing.
Mothers and friends all billing and cooing.
Childlike simplicity, uncluttered, uncaring.
Its way in the world – a life for the sharing

A spreading of wings, a testing of wills,
More sleepless nights with the same childhood ills.
More scabby knees, more broken bones,
More telling off in those world weary tones

Adolescent arrogance, the knowing it all,
The hesitant fumblings, the pride before fall,
The awareness of person, the coming of age,
The richness of youth on a well trodden stage

Careers mastered, discarded, the journey of life,
The settling down, a husband, a wife.
The addition of children, the future’s sublime,
You’re glad you’re alive in this place and this time

Mountains are conquered, the world’s at your feet,
Advancement, enjoyment, life becomes sweet
Until dawning one morning, a worrying thought
Dispels immortality, pulls you up short;

That time ambles on at its own steady pace,
Its journey revealed in the lines on your face,
The stiffness of sinew, the clicking of bone,
The slacking of muscle, the loss of skin tone.

There’s a coming to terms with intransigent fate,
A getting up early, a staying up late.
But, given the chance, I would do it again.
The what and the why, the who where and when.

Looking back on my life I have few regrets.
The scales will be balanced, a settling of debts.
And each morning brings joy in just being alive
But one morning nearer the man with the scythe.

More Poems by Debra Dando

Wasted Day

Well, should I stay or should I go?
How could they have forgotten!
I played my part, I stayed at home -
How could they be so rotten?
They promised faithfully they would come -
Choices made, down-payment done.
Why not complete their obligation?
Why me and not some other patron?
All day inside with clock I've waited,
Hound at heel to be placated
And really now, 'tis way past four -
No ring of bell or knock at door.
Well, wasted hours no more I'll spend!
Outside with dog and crook I wend.
Through dappled sunshine under trees,
Warming the senses with such ease -
Freedom in the calming breeze.
Up top we go and back once more -
What's that I spy pushed through the door?
How could they infuriate me more?
"Will re-try tomorrow twixt ten and four"!

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Visitors to My Lane

The riding school trots down the lane -
Later they'll trot back again.
Riders oblivious to the rain,
Horses trotting in a train.

Cyclists just don't want to stop
Until they reach the very top -
Then, goals achieved, with empty bottle
Back down again they come full throttle.

Hikers with their maps walk by
New trendy poles - far too high -
Walking shoes all new and clean -
Local pub - that's where they've been!

School children on their forest walk,
Teachers with their nature talk.
On return the children chatter,
Tutors then just listen, shattered.

Good humoured people in the main -
Some stop to pass the time of day
Before continuing on their way
But I am lucky; I can stay.

For when tranquility surrounds,
Pheasants, squirrels and deer abound
And, in the darkness, owls call out
Whilst nocturnal creatures scurry about.

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Peace Offering

After all these years,
Is it possible to forget the tears,
And start again -
Forgetting past pain?
Let us try.
So much time has gone by
Decades missed together -
Let us never say
We did not try.

I Open My Eyes by Joseph Escamilla

I open my eyes and look at the time,
And I think of you in my mind.
I have comitted a crime!
I have not loved anyone
As much as I love you now.
The truth must be said
That I am dying of running
Through your mind:
I am dead,
And you're an angel
That takes me away now;
One last breath
To take for all the rest.

Eerie Tale by Debra Dando

My grandmother told me a strange tale -
It un-nerved me, and her as well.
Whilst in her kitch with dishes piled
Her friend passed by and waved and smiled.
She made nothing of this at the time
Until later, when told her friend had died.
"But that can't be!" my grandma exclaimed;
And told of how her friend had waved.
Eerily strange, it does imply
Her friend had come to say goodbye!

Copyright © Debra Dando 2008 (a true story)

Did You Feel Proud? by Michelle

Did you feel proud as you walked away?
Left me standing with everything you didn't say.
You broke it all, every last part,
Now deep inside lies my broken heart.

When you left you took my pride,
Taking my happiness with every stride.
I promised myself I wouldn't cry,
But just like us, that promise died.

A year has passed since that day,
With you on my mind, always.
I can't think about you without shame,
I know why you left, I'm to blame.

I'm not pretty and I'm not thin,
I'm not confident and I never win.
Why would you want to be with someone like me?
Now all I want is to be set free.

Free from this life and this heavy ache,
Free from the heart that you just had to break.
Before I'm gone, there's just one last thing I want you to know:
I love you with all my heart, but you made me go.

I Can't Survive Without You by Mishaal Sardar

Oh my love!
You are my heart,
You are my soul.
You are my destiny.
You are my obsession.
You are my passion of the love.
You are the reason I breathe.
You are the air I'm breathing for you.
Maybe you think you aren't right for me?
Well, I want to tell you, straight from my heart,
You are the only one for me!

You are my reason:
The reason to alive,
The reason I survive.
I can't survive without you!
You are always on my mind.
You are my only one dream.
You are my only one desire.
You are my only one wish.
You are my prayers.
Say the words and no matter how far,
I'll be where you are.
My love is more than words for thee.
Just one thing I wanna say to you;
I can't survive without you!

The Sorrowers Song by Courtney Hughes

The house creaking
Her unchained melody.
The leaky pipes, swept
Clean of decay.

She sits alone, quiet
Stalking the restless thoughts of destruction.
She wonders, how did I get here.
One last time she whispers,

The words flow off her
Frail lips.
The sound of that creaking house
And the unchained melody.

10 Cents a Day by Joshua Robinson

Restless mind thinking, "What I should say?"
Poor people that have nothing and want to play,
But are never in the mood,
Because shortness of food.

Want to go to school and get an education,
But need your help; suffering from starvation
They will do anything to have parents that love them;
Crying, needing someone to hug them.

But trapped in their country,
All they need is someone to pray,
And all they ask for
Is 10 cents a day.

A ½ Dozen by Sofia McGee

A ½ dozen roses
Every time I get hurt;
A ½ dozen smiles
Buried in dirt.
A ½ dozen clouds
Cover my heart;
A ½ dozen rain drops
Tear me apart.
A ½ dozen black
Holes cloud my soul.
A ½ dozen temptations
I cannot hold.
A ½ dozen razors
Slice at my wrist ...

"and later"

A ½ dozen maggots fest
On my pits!

Insect by Richard James

I give all that I am,
Still I am nothing.
Should I hold my head high
And act like I'm something?

I've lied to myself
Just to kill this torment,
I've bled these two wrists
'Cause life came and it went.

I hold this all in
Just to keep calm and quiet.
I do not belong
'Cause this life I defy it.

No one will judge me
'Cause I'm just an insect.
Please just don't listen
'Cause these words will just infect.

I cannot erase this face
That I frown.
You cannot forgive me
'Cause I can't be found.

Beauty by Rebecca Heffernan

Walking through the park I see
Rich green grass and kids being free.
Playing ball and talking to friends,
Playing games and having fun to no end.

The sky is blue and the air is fresh.
The view of the sea makes you sit down to rest
On a bench, I gather my thoughts
Sounds of dogs barking, chasing sticks and balls.

The flowers so beautiful with colours so bright;
All the colours of the rainbow, what a sight!
People ride bikes, walk their babies in prams,
Teams playing football, school kids in gangs.

Birds flying and singing, some nest in the trees.
The senior citizens play bowls on the green.
The sounds of laughter, quarrels and strife
Don’t take it for granted, it’s the beauty of life.

Copyrighted@protectmywork.com 2007

SUgAr by Michelle Marr

SUgAr’s so sweet, it’s like powdered honey,
The bees who produce it know it’s all about money.
It lures us in and gets a grip on our mind,
Family and friends, they’re all left behind

We give up our lives and sell out our soul,
Just one more bag and then we’ll take control.
Pay off the bills and try to keep some pride,
But the hunger starts to eat us up deep down inside

Before we know it, the weekend’s upon us
Just one more bag: call it a bonus!
Promise yourself that by Monday it’s gone.
Life can be lonely, but you know it goes on

In the blink of an eye and the flap of a wing,
It’s Friday again and the SUgAr is King.
Take me away and make me Queen of your world;
By Monday I’ll own it and won’t come unfurled

I’ll stick by my promises and get myself clean,
But by the weekend you’ll still follow its sheen
You’ll try to resist it and you’ll try to pretend
The fluffy white SUgAr won’t signal your end

We all lose our focus at one stage in time,
The bees making honey still know it’s a crime.
You cannot resist it and you can’t say no,
The powder keeps falling, like sweet white snow

Got so many questions, you think it will resolve;
But all SUgAr will do, is help the brain cells dissolve.
Morning comes, your head hurts and your nose is bleeding;
The SUgAr’s still sweet and it keeps on feeding.

The stand off is on and the struggle's begun,
Just one weekend and you think the battles been won.
Then the buzzer sounds, there’s a friend at your door;
But the friend is a pimp and the SUgAr’s his whore…

At Dawn by Tri Tran

Roses dangle and weightless in the air,
Like feathers hovering above the cyan sea.
Await for the lavender sun to bloom
From beneath the mountains that are sleeping.
Each whispering heart beat hums love melodies
To wake the baby sparrows and their parents.
Each emerald leaf sways to the music of spring
As the happy breeze whizzes by, wiping away woe.
Roses dangle in endless bliss in my soul,
I, a poet, strolling into the zenith of dreams,
Yearning to smell the droplets of honey.

Poems by Cassandra

It's Him


It's him that starts my day,
It's him that blows me away.
It's him that makes me laugh,
It's him that is my other half.
It's him that I can talk to,
It's him that says, "I love you."
It's him that made me cry,
It's him that knows the reason why.
It's him that broke my heart,
It's him that tore me apart.
It's him that went back out with me,
It's him that says we are meant to be.
It's him that says were goin' to be together forever,
It's him that says, "I'll leave you never."
It's him that says, "I'm thinking of you."
It's him that says, "I wish you knew."
It's him that says, "I would never lie."
It's me that says, "If I lose you I will die."

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The Kiss

He asked for a quick one, so that's what he got.
If he would have asked for a long one, I would of taken a shot.
If he wanted to take it further and do a make-out session,
I would have gone the whole nine yards and taught him a lesson.
If he wants to start over and make this kiss better,
Maybe he should write me, a note or maybe even a letter,
And tell me how this kiss didn't work out, it was not true,
And that he wants to start over and sign it with "I love you"

Poems by Daryl Hennix

Knocking On Heaven's Door

The Day St.Gabriel blows his horn
And the fallen arise from their graves.
When the ears of the saved will ring
In recognition;
Every nation one in the same.

When the sun shines so bright
The moon is no longer known to
Mankind and the eyes of the demons
Melt away,

No shadows to cast or caverns to explore;
Every soul stood to attention.
Sinners called from their caves to
Be held accountable for their ways,
The Wicked close to follow.

And one by one we're held accountable,
Each sin spelled word for word.
Some granted entry others only teased
At the idea, prior to facing
Their fate

When it is me who stands before Peter at the gates
Of eternity, fists clenched of past wrongdoings,
And St.Peter asks me of my heart;
Have I loved enough?
Have I let love and if I used the gifts given?

Have I sinned too much?
Made others sin, or
Stood blind to obvious wrong doings?
With no one else for me to cast blame;
No friends or family by my side

Angel eyes witness my doubt, no words,
Or muscles to move;

All I can do is plead ... Please

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The Entryway

Standing at the entryway ...

Waiting for the next calm
To tame the Vodka storm.
My wandering mind
Lost in an alcoholic
Forest, bound by
Tress of bourbon and scotch,
Dripping their sweat
Onto my head;
Soaking through my
Cranium, feeding
Ideas and thoughts to
My cerebral cortex

Standing at the entryway…

Peach schnapps
Nourishes the great
Rivers and lakes I
Respectfully call my
Adversaries.
Gin permeates the clouds,
Only to release the
Tensions onto this
Forest dwellers liver.
The fog of inebriation
Rules with an iron
Fist just beyond the
Heineken Falls.

Standing at the entryway

Is where my
Eyes are glazed
And visions often
Double team me,
Cornering me.
My legs mere strings.
Much too feeble
To gain the advantage
Over the flattest of soil.
Cirrhosis was born
As my true nemesis
Tracking me down
As its prey

Scraping away in
My miserable attempt
To escape my predator's
Clutches, I decide to
Walk through the entryway

“Hello Welcome to A.A”