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 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!

Where Was God? by Bill Randle

Where was God on that day when the storm-troopers came
When they rampaged and goose-stepped all through the town?
Did He turn a blind eye when they spat on his name,
When they cheered as they burned all the synagogues down?

When the twisted black cross on the banners unfurled
Black symbol of evil, cruel emblem of hate,
Did God hear the message it sent to the world,
That freedom was crushed by the power of the State?

Where was God on that night when they they smashed all the glass
In the shops where his star had been splattered with shame?
Did he stand on one side for the brown-shirts to pass
On their way to destroy all those books in the flame?

Where was God when they knocked on the door in the night,
With their black leather shrouds and their arrogant sneer?
Did he bury his head? Did he hide from their sight,
When whole families taken would just disappear?

In the ghettos they starved and they froze and they died.
Did God see the soldiers beating them there?
Did He comfort the sick and the children who cried?
Did He reach out to them in their blackest despair?

When the cattle trucks clattered their way to the camps
With their cargo of humans crammed in like sheep
When all hope of freedom died there on those ramps
As they clambered aboard then, was God fast asleep?

They were beaten and cursed and abused to their deaths
By the guards with their "orders" and duty to do.
As they stifled their pain, as they drew their last breaths
Did God see it all? Did he suffer there, too?

Where was God ,oh where, in those dreadful dark hours
When they lined them all up and they stripped them all bare?
When the cyanide fell from those satanic showers
As they writhed and they choked was God with them there.

Just above in the flowers a small orchestra played
To muffle the screams from the chamber below.
Did God hear them scream as the dark chimneys sprayed
Their clouds of white ashes which settled like snow?

Did God weigh the gold from the teeth put in store
Or count all the spectacles,coats, hats and shoes
While the flames in the ovens continued to roar
As the "final solution" got rid of those Jews?

Where was God in that genocide’s evil design?
Where was God as they cried out in pain and despair?
Where was He? Why didn’t he show them a sign,
As the state snuffed them out - O God,did you care?

Where was God as the holocaust took them to die?
Six million and more asked again and again.
God was there all along and he waited close by
But mankind, who he loved,had abandoned him then.

Copyright © January 1999 W.F.Randle

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.

Poems by Flavia Mayara Silva

Deeply-Secretly

It's not easy to know what was true:
For me and for you; for us.
My age, my life; and rules?
But I guess it's what I feel.
But not what I felt.

I felt and heard and saw and heard.
I heard you:
I heard you; now you hear me!
Us two: you and me.
I'll hear you too.

I felt so confused.
Who am I?
Me who?
I loved every little detail of you;
Being loved by you.

But that's in the past.
Me and you forever it would have been.
I thought we would last.
But you're just my past.
You would have of been part of me.

You are still part of me.
As, deeply-secretly,
I am part of you.

Maybe sometimes you didn't want to be part of me.
And I often didn't want to be part of you.
Were we?
It was all so true!
I learn from you as you learned from me.

I guess it was the age diffference.
You tried to make out I was so immature.
But I thought you wrong.
I taught you more then you will ever know!
Whatever!
Just perhaps, deeply-secretly.

It's over.

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Thankful

I realized today
That being thankful
For what you have
Is important.

I am thankful that I am able to see,
Because to see is the gift of seeing.
And without that I wouldn't know my colours;
I wouldn't be able to see a sunset.

I am thankful that I am able to talk,
Because to talk is the gift of speaking.
And without that I would have a write
To prove a point, or defend myself, or to communicate.

I am thankful that I am able to hear,
Because to hear is the gift of hearing.
And without that there would be
No music or stories to hear.

And I feel for those
Who are not able.
Because not being able is to not be able
But to be thankful for every other thing you have.

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.

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!

I Ask You Why by Shelby Crees

I ask you why you took a stand,
You kissed me goodnight, and why you held my hand?
The short moments each bright clear night,
We spent together, not caring if it was right.

I never cared if someone found out,
But it always seemed that was all you thought about.
I ask you why you took a stand,
You kissed me goodnight, and why you held me hand?

My friends would ask, "Are you two dating?"
I never knew, I was always waiting.
Waiting for you to show me a sign,
Waiting for you to say,"You're Mine!"

Again, I ask you, "Why?" Why you took a stand?
Why you kissed me goodnight, and why you held my hand?
Walking on by in a crowded place,
I avoided you, so you didn't see the tears fall down my face.

Alone on this track, I wonder if it was right.
I wonder if you were worth this great fight.
Once again, "Why?" Why did you take a stand?
Why did you kiss me goodnight? Why did you hold me hand?

Is it finished, I never wanted it to be.
But the choice is yours, "You Tell Me."

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 Suvarna

Season Flowers

Look at the flowers in the Springtime;
I wonder how they are made?
With each petal glowing,
Brightly they are laid!

Look at the flowers in the Summer;
I wonder how they lie?
With hot sun above them shining bright,
The flowers all become dry!

Look at the flowers in the Autumn time;
I wonder why they fall?
I only see in my garden,
Trees which grow so tall!

Look at the flowers in the Winter;
I wonder how they get chilled?
I smell some flowers,of course!
Rest of them get chilled!!

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Man's Greed

Oh! When will man's demand come to an end?
Why does he ask for more?
When He has given
All that is reserved for!
Yet,not satisfied, his greed proven!!

When a toddler,he thinks
To become aged, at once.
At a young age, he aspires
To become the head of his house.

Becoming the master, he settles down.
Wishes to have an heir of his own!
Bestowed with one, he asks for another
What a pity! He recognizes!!

Then comes the time,
He craves for money!
By hook or by crook
Will turn to get this honey.

A man's desire can never be fulfilled
To his satisfaction!
No matter what, will increase with time
And age, this action.

Oh! When will man's demand come to an end?

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My Wish

The clouds wander in the sky,
As little balls of snow.
They attract me, I don't know why;
With their every bit of glow!

I fancy they call me,
Up there to the sky.
I wish I could go
And happily lie!

And roam about all day,
As they do, happy and gay.
All summer I lay,
With thoughts on my way!

But then I thought and sighed,
"Oh! how will I go?"
It's too far away.
And I watched the clouds again,
From the earth where I stay!!

Poems by Robin Donaldson

Being Hurt and Not Understanding Why

Being hurt by someone who
You thought loved you,
Is hard to get over.

Knowing that the person you love
Is in love with someone else,
Is very hurtful.

Waiting and putting your life on hold
Until this person decides they want you,
Is stupid.

Hearing that person's voice or hearing someone
Bring that person's name up and you want them back,
Is okay.

And being in love with that same person
Is wonderful.

When you are hurt
And there are lots of feelings
That you don't understand.
And you don't know why
You still feel this way
About a person
Who doesn't even
Want anything
To do with you.

Well, suck it up
'Cause that's life
And that's how
Some people are
And the only thing
You can do is
Try to stay away
From people
Like that.

Now they are going to be hard to spot at first;
That's how people are.
But you will know when you do something wrong,
Or you don't have anything to give:
Then it's over.

But don't give up
And don't give in,
'Cause life goes on
And the world is
Getting harder.
So get prepared for
What's coming up
You know.

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Being in love

Being in love is a beautiful thing
'Cause when you are in love
Everything that was hard at one point,
Is easy.
And everything that seems so wrong,
Feels so right ...
When you are in love.

Now there is a difference
Between loving someone
And being in love with that person.

When you are in love with that person,
Just by thinking about them
Brings happy tears to your eyes;
And every time you hear their name
You get chills;
And every time you see their face
You know that they are the one,
And that there is no one else
Out there for you.

Now, when you find the love that's right,
At that moment you know
That you are in love.
Keep it, 'cause there is nothing more than
Being in love.