POETRY Page 5
POETRY CONTEST Honorable Mention
This poem represents a horrible time in my Grandmother's life.
It is written based on the information that she told me about
before she passed away]
1940
A Retrospection of Misery
In the life of Jozefa Olczak
By: Andrea Karpala
It was under a gray sky that they came
I could hear them from miles away
Singing their song,
In a language I could not understand
There was no where to hide
In our little farmhouse
We were about to experience the inevitable
They knocked on our door
Come they said
Or you will suffer
They showed us their rifles
We had no choice
In fear of death
We packed our bags
Took with us all we treasured
I looked at my parents
Their faces filled with tears
Their oldest children were being taken away
I was only 17
I didn't know what to do, or think
I kissed my parents good bye
Not knowing if we would ever see them again
My brother, Micheal, and I were forced into one of the wagons
They were all over crowded with the youth of our community
I was terrified of these men in their suits
What would they do to me?
We spent days traveling
Leaving Poland the only land we knew
Our destination a mystery to us
The conditions harsh
We were hardly fed
We were uncomfortable
No one spoke
Our thoughts all absorbed on the question that occupied our minds
Would we ever return to the land and people we loved?
When we entered the foreign country
Germany they called it,
Duch Faterland
We were given numbers
Told that we would obey our supervisors or die
Assigned to different farms
To work
I was separated from my brother
I worried constantly about his welfare
He was only 12
Not capable of taking care of himself
I was placed on a farm
Along with 8 other women
We endured the treatment of negligent supervisors
We were treated like livestock
We worked long hard hours
Doing treacherous work
Our bodies ached
We cried ourselves to sleep
In uncomfortable bunks
Separated from everyone we knew and loved
We were alone in the world
Not knowing where to turn
Or where to run
Or in whom to trust
Our hope lay in our belief
That one day we would be reunited with our families
and be joyful once again
**********
Keith Ward
Title: Wishing Upon A Star
I wish upon a star tonight
And wish that things
Would turn out all right.
For when I wish
Upon a star at night,
I see things in a different light.
Doubts and fears disappear
Confusion subsides,
All I feel is pure delight
When I look up in the sky so bright.
I know that it was all planned out.
Gives me assurance that
Things in life will work out .
**********
(NAME) JON A. BERRY
OH! HOW SWEET IT IS TO KNOW
YOUR LOVE NEVER ENDS
NO MATTER IF WE DISAGREE
WE WILL ALWAYS, REMAIN FRIENDS
WE WILL LAUGH ABOUT OUR TROUBLES
SHOULD EVER THEY BEFALL
AND CRY ABOUT OUR JOYS
TRUSTING WE CAN CONQUER ALL
NO FRIENDS CAN COME BETWEEN US
NO DEMISE HARD TO BEAR
NO STORM WILL EVER WASH AWAY
THE LOVE WE HOLD DEAR
FOR WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S TREASURE
UNTARNISHED AND UNSPOILED
UNEARTHED ONLY TO REVEAL
IT'S BEAUTIFUL, SPLENDID MEASURE.
**********
Alyson Lowther
Tortured souls
your love is fallow
your lips are unsealed
your heart is shallow
and your words are prime evil
you kill my heart
although it's broke
you scrutinized my countenance
and always take advantage of me
when I'm tired and provoked
your words: like a gimlet
come falling down on me
you requisitioned I give you everything,
but what's in it for me
nothing....can't you see?
I'm told by my peers
that I should run away,
but I'm afraid of what would happen
so I guess I should stay
please find it in your heart
to let me go
cant you see how you've heart me so?
I don't want to shoot you, so let me go.
This gun in my hand may just blow.
(bang!)
(the entree has nothing to do with me,
for I am an average kid, you see?)
**********
Alyson Lowther
Rose Doctor
Some say roses are red,
others say that roses are blue
but some say that it's said
that there is no rose as special as you.
Some say love is the heart
others say that love is the mind
but in some peoples hearts
you can never know what you will find
look and you will see
what life means to me
Search and you will find
what's beyond my ecstasy
Some say violets are pink
others think that violets are purple
but some think that it seems
that a violet is what beauty brews
Some say beauty is a flower
others say that beauty is FEMALE POWER
but you know what I say
I say that beauty is a song
look and you will see
just what life means to me.
search and you will find
what is beyond my ecstacy.
Politically correct:
roses are red
violets are blue
I am told that no one is as special as you!
(yep, that's true!)
**********
Name: Andrew Morris
Title: Rose
ROSE
Rose, a sign of love,
a feeling that glistens through your mind,
it's scent makes your nose twitch,
it's peddle softer than skin,
a feeling you will always remember.
**********
Name: Kelly Besson
Title: Thoughts of a Single Girl Sitting in a Pool Hall
Little dude with a pool stick --
Trying to make money
"Be a Shark"--
Losing all the rent to a big dude
With a Big Stick
The little dude asked me
If I wanted lessons.
No thanks, I said.
I didn't want lessons
From a little dude
With a little stick
Small dreams, no ambition
And a pool stick.
**********
David Mac Kinnon
Why I hate Politics
Flying home to see the old gang,
Friends no more, they're there to hang
You and your beliefs so run for your life,
To me politics has always been one big strife.
Communism and capitalism are one and the same;
The only difference between the two being the names.
Either way, the rich are still rich,
And kill the proles without a hitch.
Stalin and FDR were once heroes,
Statues erected, now both names mean zero.
History always doomed to repeat,
Never once has it missed a beat.
**********
Victoria Lace
Images
I get an image in my mind
As I close my eyes once more.
A warm embrace, a tender kiss,
A deep and lengthy snore.
My bed feels cold and empty
As I lay here all alone,
Yet an image flashes by me
Of two of us, not one.
But I am here and you are there
So your image I still seek.
To feel your arms about me,
Heartbeats beneath my cheek.
It won't be long now, til I'm with you
As the image becomes real.
But as I lay and close my eyes
I need your image still.
**********
David Mac Kinnon
FLMarlin23@rocketmail.com
Title: Why I hate Politics
Flying home to see the old gang,
Friends no more, they're there to hang
You and your beliefs so run for your life,
To me politics has always been one big strife.
Communism and capitalism are one and the same;
The only difference between the two being the names.
Either way, the rich are still rich,
And kill the proles without a hitch.
Stalin and FDR were once heroes,
Statues erected, now both names mean zero.
History always doomed to repeat,
Never once has it missed a beat.
**************
At day break you feel her crashing upon you,
the wetness of her leaves you listless as she soaks
and stretches over
seeping into you, her life...
filling almost every crevice that you possess,
but you feed off those voids
and she cannot fill them all.
Tenderly she rolls;
caressing everything in her reach;
violently she attacks
as it is her nature in which she has no control over;
spontaneously she flows
rising and falling again
as she crashes over unto you.
Inside her lies another world
unimaginable
like the heavens.
When you're a float staring upward
she will bring you close to those heavens.
Somehow you can feel how they touch her,
connect impeccably.
In the darkness of night she will bring you great wonders
...and whisper softly in your ear.
As an angel in blue,
her soft voice will sooth life's turbulence.
Floating within her
she will carry you to far off lands.
See her luring sensuality;
you cannot predict her actions.
She is but an eternal wonder.
Taking in all, she is forever a source of your life.
...this radiant blue angel...
in perfect pose she sits portraying beauty
patiently..awaiting you.
(she is the ocean)
Karen Elizabeth Rodriguez
***********
Name: Ernest Johnson
Title: Reading
The people of Lilliput are sleeping
as the night draws ere so nigh,
Paudulus and Icarus are flying
ere so high.
Rip Van Winkle has fallen asleep
under the mighty tree,
Beowulf is pursuing his enemies
as they turn and flee.
A plot of death brews
in the Thane of Cawdor's head,
While Jack steals from the Giant
whilst he lay in his bed.
Medusa turns to stone
as they turn and look,
and my imagination still runs rampant
even after I close this book.
************
Name: Najia Safdar
Title: The Kettle
The Kettle
The whistle of the kettle blows
And it seems as though the tea is ready
And thou is announcing its accomplishment
Thou voice is shrill yet crystal clear
But there is a certain severity in it
Thou voice is a declaration that the water has come to a boil
And its the end of its toil
Thou kettle we pay thou a tribute
That thou is an assistant and a helping hand
And without thee presence we would not know what is life
And life would just be the name of an intense strife
Thou is like a second life .
That helps the traveler when he is on an ambitious strife
Boasts up him his sprits and prepares his mind
Calms down his unnerving mind and gives him all the peace he can find
The severity in thee voice tells something of thou temperament
That gets build up easily but cools down after a while
But thou onlookers are really impressed by thou style
That is unique and different from ordinary life
Thou is an embodiment of hope and courage
And makes a concoction that soothes the mind
Makes up for the lost energy and gives all one tries to find
****************
Name: Angelina Smith
Title: A Musician's Life
My poem "A Musician's Life" is a persona poem about a
musician who cherishes life on the
road. He loves being in front of a crowd and singing his heart
out to his fans.
A Musician's Life
I live my life on the road
My home a bus or plane
This life can be lonely sometimes
But here the stage is my haven
The music my passion
The lights so bright
They feel like the sun
Nothing could be better
There on the stage
I play my guitar
I sing all the songs
That come from my soul
My heart races
As the fans sing along
At the end they cheer
Now my fingers ache
From strumming the chords
My throat is sore
I can't sing anymore
But the fans just yell
As I smile and wave
Now I'm on my bus
On the highway en route
To a distant town
There a stage is waiting
And another night of playing.
*************
Name: Richard A Vargas
Title: Unity
Unity. Togetherness
as one. To confine
and trust in what
is begun. Unity
let's share our
thoughts and plant
new seeds. Please
no longer fight
for the world.
My heart it bleeds.
***********
Name: Deborah Hinds
Title: A Letter From Heaven
A Letter From Heaven
Dear Son,
I have taken all the tears you cried, and made them as showers
on a field of wild flowers
And I led you to a place alone, so you know this is between you
and me.
It was I who grabbed hold of the sun at midnight, and made it a
light for the world to see
I made your voice as gentle as the morning, when bombs went
off at noon.
I set your face in perpetual peace, and the whole world was
confused
I showed you the hearts of those who adore you, and broke
your heart with hatred.
You wandered, searching for your place in this world, and
prosperity at your hand
Some day, my son, some day soon, you'll write a letter from
heaven.
~Deborah~
************
Main Index
POETRY Page 5
POETRY CONTEST Honorable Mention
This poem represents a horrible time in my Grandmother's life.
It is written based on the information that she told me about
before she passed away]
1940
A Retrospection of Misery
In the life of Jozefa Olczak
By: Andrea Karpala
It was under a gray sky that they came
I could hear them from miles away
Singing their song,
In a language I could not understand
There was no where to hide
In our little farmhouse
We were about to experience the inevitable
They knocked on our door
Come they said
Or you will suffer
They showed us their rifles
We had no choice
In fear of death
We packed our bags
Took with us all we treasured
I looked at my parents
Their faces filled with tears
Their oldest children were being taken away
I was only 17
I didn't know what to do, or think
I kissed my parents good bye
Not knowing if we would ever see them again
My brother, Micheal, and I were forced into one of the wagons
They were all over crowded with the youth of our community
I was terrified of these men in their suits
What would they do to me?
We spent days traveling
Leaving Poland the only land we knew
Our destination a mystery to us
The conditions harsh
We were hardly fed
We were uncomfortable
No one spoke
Our thoughts all absorbed on the question that occupied our minds
Would we ever return to the land and people we loved?
When we entered the foreign country
Germany they called it,
Duch Faterland
We were given numbers
Told that we would obey our supervisors or die
Assigned to different farms
To work
I was separated from my brother
I worried constantly about his welfare
He was only 12
Not capable of taking care of himself
I was placed on a farm
Along with 8 other women
We endured the treatment of negligent supervisors
We were treated like livestock
We worked long hard hours
Doing treacherous work
Our bodies ached
We cried ourselves to sleep
In uncomfortable bunks
Separated from everyone we knew and loved
We were alone in the world
Not knowing where to turn
Or where to run
Or in whom to trust
Our hope lay in our belief
That one day we would be reunited with our families
and be joyful once again
**********
Keith Ward
Title: Wishing Upon A Star
I wish upon a star tonight
And wish that things
Would turn out all right.
For when I wish
Upon a star at night,
I see things in a different light.
Doubts and fears disappear
Confusion subsides,
All I feel is pure delight
When I look up in the sky so bright.
I know that it was all planned out.
Gives me assurance that
Things in life will work out .
**********
(NAME) JON A. BERRY
OH! HOW SWEET IT IS TO KNOW
YOUR LOVE NEVER ENDS
NO MATTER IF WE DISAGREE
WE WILL ALWAYS, REMAIN FRIENDS
WE WILL LAUGH ABOUT OUR TROUBLES
SHOULD EVER THEY BEFALL
AND CRY ABOUT OUR JOYS
TRUSTING WE CAN CONQUER ALL
NO FRIENDS CAN COME BETWEEN US
NO DEMISE HARD TO BEAR
NO STORM WILL EVER WASH AWAY
THE LOVE WE HOLD DEAR
FOR WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S TREASURE
UNTARNISHED AND UNSPOILED
UNEARTHED ONLY TO REVEAL
IT'S BEAUTIFUL, SPLENDID MEASURE.
**********
Alyson Lowther
Tortured souls
your love is fallow
your lips are unsealed
your heart is shallow
and your words are prime evil
you kill my heart
although it's broke
you scrutinized my countenance
and always take advantage of me
when I'm tired and provoked
your words: like a gimlet
come falling down on me
you requisitioned I give you everything,
but what's in it for me
nothing....can't you see?
I'm told by my peers
that I should run away,
but I'm afraid of what would happen
so I guess I should stay
please find it in your heart
to let me go
cant you see how you've heart me so?
I don't want to shoot you, so let me go.
This gun in my hand may just blow.
(bang!)
(the entree has nothing to do with me,
for I am an average kid, you see?)
**********
Alyson Lowther
Rose Doctor
Some say roses are red,
others say that roses are blue
but some say that it's said
that there is no rose as special as you.
Some say love is the heart
others say that love is the mind
but in some peoples hearts
you can never know what you will find
look and you will see
what life means to me
Search and you will find
what's beyond my ecstasy
Some say violets are pink
others think that violets are purple
but some think that it seems
that a violet is what beauty brews
Some say beauty is a flower
others say that beauty is FEMALE POWER
but you know what I say
I say that beauty is a song
look and you will see
just what life means to me.
search and you will find
what is beyond my ecstacy.
Politically correct:
roses are red
violets are blue
I am told that no one is as special as you!
(yep, that's true!)
**********
Name: Andrew Morris
Title: Rose
ROSE
Rose, a sign of love,
a feeling that glistens through your mind,
it's scent makes your nose twitch,
it's peddle softer than skin,
a feeling you will always remember.
**********
Name: Kelly Besson
Title: Thoughts of a Single Girl Sitting in a Pool Hall
Little dude with a pool stick --
Trying to make money
"Be a Shark"--
Losing all the rent to a big dude
With a Big Stick
The little dude asked me
If I wanted lessons.
No thanks, I said.
I didn't want lessons
From a little dude
With a little stick
Small dreams, no ambition
And a pool stick.
**********
David Mac Kinnon
Why I hate Politics
Flying home to see the old gang,
Friends no more, they're there to hang
You and your beliefs so run for your life,
To me politics has always been one big strife.
Communism and capitalism are one and the same;
The only difference between the two being the names.
Either way, the rich are still rich,
And kill the proles without a hitch.
Stalin and FDR were once heroes,
Statues erected, now both names mean zero.
History always doomed to repeat,
Never once has it missed a beat.
**********
Victoria Lace
Images
I get an image in my mind
As I close my eyes once more.
A warm embrace, a tender kiss,
A deep and lengthy snore.
My bed feels cold and empty
As I lay here all alone,
Yet an image flashes by me
Of two of us, not one.
But I am here and you are there
So your image I still seek.
To feel your arms about me,
Heartbeats beneath my cheek.
It won't be long now, til I'm with you
As the image becomes real.
But as I lay and close my eyes
I need your image still.
**********
David Mac Kinnon
FLMarlin23@rocketmail.com
Title: Why I hate Politics
Flying home to see the old gang,
Friends no more, they're there to hang
You and your beliefs so run for your life,
To me politics has always been one big strife.
Communism and capitalism are one and the same;
The only difference between the two being the names.
Either way, the rich are still rich,
And kill the proles without a hitch.
Stalin and FDR were once heroes,
Statues erected, now both names mean zero.
History always doomed to repeat,
Never once has it missed a beat.
**************
At day break you feel her crashing upon you,
the wetness of her leaves you listless as she soaks
and stretches over
seeping into you, her life...
filling almost every crevice that you possess,
but you feed off those voids
and she cannot fill them all.
Tenderly she rolls;
caressing everything in her reach;
violently she attacks
as it is her nature in which she has no control over;
spontaneously she flows
rising and falling again
as she crashes over unto you.
Inside her lies another world
unimaginable
like the heavens.
When you're a float staring upward
she will bring you close to those heavens.
Somehow you can feel how they touch her,
connect impeccably.
In the darkness of night she will bring you great wonders
...and whisper softly in your ear.
As an angel in blue,
her soft voice will sooth life's turbulence.
Floating within her
she will carry you to far off lands.
See her luring sensuality;
you cannot predict her actions.
She is but an eternal wonder.
Taking in all, she is forever a source of your life.
...this radiant blue angel...
in perfect pose she sits portraying beauty
patiently..awaiting you.
(she is the ocean)
Karen Elizabeth Rodriguez
***********
Name: Ernest Johnson
Title: Reading
The people of Lilliput are sleeping
as the night draws ere so nigh,
Paudulus and Icarus are flying
ere so high.
Rip Van Winkle has fallen asleep
under the mighty tree,
Beowulf is pursuing his enemies
as they turn and flee.
A plot of death brews
in the Thane of Cawdor's head,
While Jack steals from the Giant
whilst he lay in his bed.
Medusa turns to stone
as they turn and look,
and my imagination still runs rampant
even after I close this book.
************
Name: Najia Safdar
Title: The Kettle
The Kettle
The whistle of the kettle blows
And it seems as though the tea is ready
And thou is announcing its accomplishment
Thou voice is shrill yet crystal clear
But there is a certain severity in it
Thou voice is a declaration that the water has come to a boil
And its the end of its toil
Thou kettle we pay thou a tribute
That thou is an assistant and a helping hand
And without thee presence we would not know what is life
And life would just be the name of an intense strife
Thou is like a second life .
That helps the traveler when he is on an ambitious strife
Boasts up him his sprits and prepares his mind
Calms down his unnerving mind and gives him all the peace he can find
The severity in thee voice tells something of thou temperament
That gets build up easily but cools down after a while
But thou onlookers are really impressed by thou style
That is unique and different from ordinary life
Thou is an embodiment of hope and courage
And makes a concoction that soothes the mind
Makes up for the lost energy and gives all one tries to find
****************
Name: Angelina Smith
Title: A Musician's Life
My poem "A Musician's Life" is a persona poem about a
musician who cherishes life on the
road. He loves being in front of a crowd and singing his heart
out to his fans.
A Musician's Life
I live my life on the road
My home a bus or plane
This life can be lonely sometimes
But here the stage is my haven
The music my passion
The lights so bright
They feel like the sun
Nothing could be better
There on the stage
I play my guitar
I sing all the songs
That come from my soul
My heart races
As the fans sing along
At the end they cheer
Now my fingers ache
From strumming the chords
My throat is sore
I can't sing anymore
But the fans just yell
As I smile and wave
Now I'm on my bus
On the highway en route
To a distant town
There a stage is waiting
And another night of playing.
*************
Name: Richard A Vargas
Title: Unity
Unity. Togetherness
as one. To confine
and trust in what
is begun. Unity
let's share our
thoughts and plant
new seeds. Please
no longer fight
for the world.
My heart it bleeds.
***********
Name: Deborah Hinds
Title: A Letter From Heaven
A Letter From Heaven
Dear Son,
I have taken all the tears you cried, and made them as showers
on a field of wild flowers
And I led you to a place alone, so you know this is between you
and me.
It was I who grabbed hold of the sun at midnight, and made it a
light for the world to see
I made your voice as gentle as the morning, when bombs went
off at noon.
I set your face in perpetual peace, and the whole world was
confused
I showed you the hearts of those who adore you, and broke
your heart with hatred.
You wandered, searching for your place in this world, and
prosperity at your hand
Some day, my son, some day soon, you'll write a letter from
heaven.
~Deborah~
************
Main Index
POETRY CONTEST Honorable Mention
This poem represents a horrible time in my Grandmother's life.
It is written based on the information that she told me about
before she passed away]
1940
A Retrospection of Misery
In the life of Jozefa Olczak
By: Andrea Karpala
It was under a gray sky that they came
I could hear them from miles away
Singing their song,
In a language I could not understand
There was no where to hide
In our little farmhouse
We were about to experience the inevitable
They knocked on our door
Come they said
Or you will suffer
They showed us their rifles
We had no choice
In fear of death
We packed our bags
Took with us all we treasured
I looked at my parents
Their faces filled with tears
Their oldest children were being taken away
I was only 17
I didn't know what to do, or think
I kissed my parents good bye
Not knowing if we would ever see them again
My brother, Micheal, and I were forced into one of the wagons
They were all over crowded with the youth of our community
I was terrified of these men in their suits
What would they do to me?
We spent days traveling
Leaving Poland the only land we knew
Our destination a mystery to us
The conditions harsh
We were hardly fed
We were uncomfortable
No one spoke
Our thoughts all absorbed on the question that occupied our minds
Would we ever return to the land and people we loved?
When we entered the foreign country
Germany they called it,
Duch Faterland
We were given numbers
Told that we would obey our supervisors or die
Assigned to different farms
To work
I was separated from my brother
I worried constantly about his welfare
He was only 12
Not capable of taking care of himself
I was placed on a farm
Along with 8 other women
We endured the treatment of negligent supervisors
We were treated like livestock
We worked long hard hours
Doing treacherous work
Our bodies ached
We cried ourselves to sleep
In uncomfortable bunks
Separated from everyone we knew and loved
We were alone in the world
Not knowing where to turn
Or where to run
Or in whom to trust
Our hope lay in our belief
That one day we would be reunited with our families
and be joyful once again
**********
Keith Ward
Title: Wishing Upon A Star
I wish upon a star tonight
And wish that things
Would turn out all right.
For when I wish
Upon a star at night,
I see things in a different light.
Doubts and fears disappear
Confusion subsides,
All I feel is pure delight
When I look up in the sky so bright.
I know that it was all planned out.
Gives me assurance that
Things in life will work out .
**********
(NAME) JON A. BERRY
OH! HOW SWEET IT IS TO KNOW
YOUR LOVE NEVER ENDS
NO MATTER IF WE DISAGREE
WE WILL ALWAYS, REMAIN FRIENDS
WE WILL LAUGH ABOUT OUR TROUBLES
SHOULD EVER THEY BEFALL
AND CRY ABOUT OUR JOYS
TRUSTING WE CAN CONQUER ALL
NO FRIENDS CAN COME BETWEEN US
NO DEMISE HARD TO BEAR
NO STORM WILL EVER WASH AWAY
THE LOVE WE HOLD DEAR
FOR WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S TREASURE
UNTARNISHED AND UNSPOILED
UNEARTHED ONLY TO REVEAL
IT'S BEAUTIFUL, SPLENDID MEASURE.
**********
Alyson Lowther
Tortured souls
your love is fallow
your lips are unsealed
your heart is shallow
and your words are prime evil
you kill my heart
although it's broke
you scrutinized my countenance
and always take advantage of me
when I'm tired and provoked
your words: like a gimlet
come falling down on me
you requisitioned I give you everything,
but what's in it for me
nothing....can't you see?
I'm told by my peers
that I should run away,
but I'm afraid of what would happen
so I guess I should stay
please find it in your heart
to let me go
cant you see how you've heart me so?
I don't want to shoot you, so let me go.
This gun in my hand may just blow.
(bang!)
(the entree has nothing to do with me,
for I am an average kid, you see?)
**********
Alyson Lowther
Rose Doctor
Some say roses are red,
others say that roses are blue
but some say that it's said
that there is no rose as special as you.
Some say love is the heart
others say that love is the mind
but in some peoples hearts
you can never know what you will find
look and you will see
what life means to me
Search and you will find
what's beyond my ecstasy
Some say violets are pink
others think that violets are purple
but some think that it seems
that a violet is what beauty brews
Some say beauty is a flower
others say that beauty is FEMALE POWER
but you know what I say
I say that beauty is a song
look and you will see
just what life means to me.
search and you will find
what is beyond my ecstacy.
Politically correct:
roses are red
violets are blue
I am told that no one is as special as you!
(yep, that's true!)
**********
Name: Andrew Morris
Title: Rose
ROSE
Rose, a sign of love,
a feeling that glistens through your mind,
it's scent makes your nose twitch,
it's peddle softer than skin,
a feeling you will always remember.
**********
Name: Kelly Besson
Title: Thoughts of a Single Girl Sitting in a Pool Hall
Little dude with a pool stick --
Trying to make money
"Be a Shark"--
Losing all the rent to a big dude
With a Big Stick
The little dude asked me
If I wanted lessons.
No thanks, I said.
I didn't want lessons
From a little dude
With a little stick
Small dreams, no ambition
And a pool stick.
**********
David Mac Kinnon
Why I hate Politics
Flying home to see the old gang,
Friends no more, they're there to hang
You and your beliefs so run for your life,
To me politics has always been one big strife.
Communism and capitalism are one and the same;
The only difference between the two being the names.
Either way, the rich are still rich,
And kill the proles without a hitch.
Stalin and FDR were once heroes,
Statues erected, now both names mean zero.
History always doomed to repeat,
Never once has it missed a beat.
**********
Victoria Lace
Images
I get an image in my mind
As I close my eyes once more.
A warm embrace, a tender kiss,
A deep and lengthy snore.
My bed feels cold and empty
As I lay here all alone,
Yet an image flashes by me
Of two of us, not one.
But I am here and you are there
So your image I still seek.
To feel your arms about me,
Heartbeats beneath my cheek.
It won't be long now, til I'm with you
As the image becomes real.
But as I lay and close my eyes
I need your image still.
**********
David Mac Kinnon
FLMarlin23@rocketmail.com
Title: Why I hate Politics
Flying home to see the old gang,
Friends no more, they're there to hang
You and your beliefs so run for your life,
To me politics has always been one big strife.
Communism and capitalism are one and the same;
The only difference between the two being the names.
Either way, the rich are still rich,
And kill the proles without a hitch.
Stalin and FDR were once heroes,
Statues erected, now both names mean zero.
History always doomed to repeat,
Never once has it missed a beat.
**************
At day break you feel her crashing upon you,
the wetness of her leaves you listless as she soaks
and stretches over
seeping into you, her life...
filling almost every crevice that you possess,
but you feed off those voids
and she cannot fill them all.
Tenderly she rolls;
caressing everything in her reach;
violently she attacks
as it is her nature in which she has no control over;
spontaneously she flows
rising and falling again
as she crashes over unto you.
Inside her lies another world
unimaginable
like the heavens.
When you're a float staring upward
she will bring you close to those heavens.
Somehow you can feel how they touch her,
connect impeccably.
In the darkness of night she will bring you great wonders
...and whisper softly in your ear.
As an angel in blue,
her soft voice will sooth life's turbulence.
Floating within her
she will carry you to far off lands.
See her luring sensuality;
you cannot predict her actions.
She is but an eternal wonder.
Taking in all, she is forever a source of your life.
...this radiant blue angel...
in perfect pose she sits portraying beauty
patiently..awaiting you.
(she is the ocean)
Karen Elizabeth Rodriguez
***********
Name: Ernest Johnson
Title: Reading
The people of Lilliput are sleeping
as the night draws ere so nigh,
Paudulus and Icarus are flying
ere so high.
Rip Van Winkle has fallen asleep
under the mighty tree,
Beowulf is pursuing his enemies
as they turn and flee.
A plot of death brews
in the Thane of Cawdor's head,
While Jack steals from the Giant
whilst he lay in his bed.
Medusa turns to stone
as they turn and look,
and my imagination still runs rampant
even after I close this book.
************
Name: Najia Safdar
Title: The Kettle
The Kettle
The whistle of the kettle blows
And it seems as though the tea is ready
And thou is announcing its accomplishment
Thou voice is shrill yet crystal clear
But there is a certain severity in it
Thou voice is a declaration that the water has come to a boil
And its the end of its toil
Thou kettle we pay thou a tribute
That thou is an assistant and a helping hand
And without thee presence we would not know what is life
And life would just be the name of an intense strife
Thou is like a second life .
That helps the traveler when he is on an ambitious strife
Boasts up him his sprits and prepares his mind
Calms down his unnerving mind and gives him all the peace he can find
The severity in thee voice tells something of thou temperament
That gets build up easily but cools down after a while
But thou onlookers are really impressed by thou style
That is unique and different from ordinary life
Thou is an embodiment of hope and courage
And makes a concoction that soothes the mind
Makes up for the lost energy and gives all one tries to find
****************
Name: Angelina Smith
Title: A Musician's Life
My poem "A Musician's Life" is a persona poem about a
musician who cherishes life on the
road. He loves being in front of a crowd and singing his heart
out to his fans.
A Musician's Life
I live my life on the road
My home a bus or plane
This life can be lonely sometimes
But here the stage is my haven
The music my passion
The lights so bright
They feel like the sun
Nothing could be better
There on the stage
I play my guitar
I sing all the songs
That come from my soul
My heart races
As the fans sing along
At the end they cheer
Now my fingers ache
From strumming the chords
My throat is sore
I can't sing anymore
But the fans just yell
As I smile and wave
Now I'm on my bus
On the highway en route
To a distant town
There a stage is waiting
And another night of playing.
*************
Name: Richard A Vargas
Title: Unity
Unity. Togetherness
as one. To confine
and trust in what
is begun. Unity
let's share our
thoughts and plant
new seeds. Please
no longer fight
for the world.
My heart it bleeds.
***********
Name: Deborah Hinds
Title: A Letter From Heaven
A Letter From Heaven
Dear Son,
I have taken all the tears you cried, and made them as showers
on a field of wild flowers
And I led you to a place alone, so you know this is between you
and me.
It was I who grabbed hold of the sun at midnight, and made it a
light for the world to see
I made your voice as gentle as the morning, when bombs went
off at noon.
I set your face in perpetual peace, and the whole world was
confused
I showed you the hearts of those who adore you, and broke
your heart with hatred.
You wandered, searching for your place in this world, and
prosperity at your hand
Some day, my son, some day soon, you'll write a letter from
heaven.
~Deborah~
************
It is written based on the information that she told me about
before she passed away]
1940
A Retrospection of Misery
In the life of Jozefa Olczak
By: Andrea Karpala
It was under a gray sky that they came
I could hear them from miles away
Singing their song,
In a language I could not understand
There was no where to hide
In our little farmhouse
We were about to experience the inevitable
They knocked on our door
Come they said
Or you will suffer
They showed us their rifles
We had no choice
In fear of death
We packed our bags
Took with us all we treasured
I looked at my parents
Their faces filled with tears
Their oldest children were being taken away
I was only 17
I didn't know what to do, or think
I kissed my parents good bye
Not knowing if we would ever see them again
My brother, Micheal, and I were forced into one of the wagons
They were all over crowded with the youth of our community
I was terrified of these men in their suits
What would they do to me?
We spent days traveling
Leaving Poland the only land we knew
Our destination a mystery to us
The conditions harsh
We were hardly fed
We were uncomfortable
No one spoke
Our thoughts all absorbed on the question that occupied our minds
Would we ever return to the land and people we loved?
When we entered the foreign country
Germany they called it,
Duch Faterland
We were given numbers
Told that we would obey our supervisors or die
Assigned to different farms
To work
I was separated from my brother
I worried constantly about his welfare
He was only 12
Not capable of taking care of himself
I was placed on a farm
Along with 8 other women
We endured the treatment of negligent supervisors
We were treated like livestock
We worked long hard hours
Doing treacherous work
Our bodies ached
We cried ourselves to sleep
In uncomfortable bunks
Separated from everyone we knew and loved
We were alone in the world
Not knowing where to turn
Or where to run
Or in whom to trust
Our hope lay in our belief
That one day we would be reunited with our families
and be joyful once again
**********
Keith Ward
Title: Wishing Upon A Star
I wish upon a star tonight
And wish that things
Would turn out all right.
For when I wish
Upon a star at night,
I see things in a different light.
Doubts and fears disappear
Confusion subsides,
All I feel is pure delight
When I look up in the sky so bright.
I know that it was all planned out.
Gives me assurance that
Things in life will work out .
**********
(NAME) JON A. BERRY
OH! HOW SWEET IT IS TO KNOW
YOUR LOVE NEVER ENDS
NO MATTER IF WE DISAGREE
WE WILL ALWAYS, REMAIN FRIENDS
WE WILL LAUGH ABOUT OUR TROUBLES
SHOULD EVER THEY BEFALL
AND CRY ABOUT OUR JOYS
TRUSTING WE CAN CONQUER ALL
NO FRIENDS CAN COME BETWEEN US
NO DEMISE HARD TO BEAR
NO STORM WILL EVER WASH AWAY
THE LOVE WE HOLD DEAR
FOR WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S TREASURE
UNTARNISHED AND UNSPOILED
UNEARTHED ONLY TO REVEAL
IT'S BEAUTIFUL, SPLENDID MEASURE.
**********
Alyson Lowther
Tortured souls
your love is fallow
your lips are unsealed
your heart is shallow
and your words are prime evil
you kill my heart
although it's broke
you scrutinized my countenance
and always take advantage of me
when I'm tired and provoked
your words: like a gimlet
come falling down on me
you requisitioned I give you everything,
but what's in it for me
nothing....can't you see?
I'm told by my peers
that I should run away,
but I'm afraid of what would happen
so I guess I should stay
please find it in your heart
to let me go
cant you see how you've heart me so?
I don't want to shoot you, so let me go.
This gun in my hand may just blow.
(bang!)
(the entree has nothing to do with me,
for I am an average kid, you see?)
**********
Alyson Lowther
Rose Doctor
Some say roses are red,
others say that roses are blue
but some say that it's said
that there is no rose as special as you.
Some say love is the heart
others say that love is the mind
but in some peoples hearts
you can never know what you will find
look and you will see
what life means to me
Search and you will find
what's beyond my ecstasy
Some say violets are pink
others think that violets are purple
but some think that it seems
that a violet is what beauty brews
Some say beauty is a flower
others say that beauty is FEMALE POWER
but you know what I say
I say that beauty is a song
look and you will see
just what life means to me.
search and you will find
what is beyond my ecstacy.
Politically correct:
roses are red
violets are blue
I am told that no one is as special as you!
(yep, that's true!)
**********
Name: Andrew Morris
Title: Rose
ROSE
Rose, a sign of love,
a feeling that glistens through your mind,
it's scent makes your nose twitch,
it's peddle softer than skin,
a feeling you will always remember.
**********
Name: Kelly Besson
Title: Thoughts of a Single Girl Sitting in a Pool Hall
Little dude with a pool stick --
Trying to make money
"Be a Shark"--
Losing all the rent to a big dude
With a Big Stick
The little dude asked me
If I wanted lessons.
No thanks, I said.
I didn't want lessons
From a little dude
With a little stick
Small dreams, no ambition
And a pool stick.
**********
David Mac Kinnon
Why I hate Politics
Flying home to see the old gang,
Friends no more, they're there to hang
You and your beliefs so run for your life,
To me politics has always been one big strife.
Communism and capitalism are one and the same;
The only difference between the two being the names.
Either way, the rich are still rich,
And kill the proles without a hitch.
Stalin and FDR were once heroes,
Statues erected, now both names mean zero.
History always doomed to repeat,
Never once has it missed a beat.
**********
Victoria Lace
Images
I get an image in my mind
As I close my eyes once more.
A warm embrace, a tender kiss,
A deep and lengthy snore.
My bed feels cold and empty
As I lay here all alone,
Yet an image flashes by me
Of two of us, not one.
But I am here and you are there
So your image I still seek.
To feel your arms about me,
Heartbeats beneath my cheek.
It won't be long now, til I'm with you
As the image becomes real.
But as I lay and close my eyes
I need your image still.
**********
David Mac Kinnon
FLMarlin23@rocketmail.com
Title: Why I hate Politics
Flying home to see the old gang,
Friends no more, they're there to hang
You and your beliefs so run for your life,
To me politics has always been one big strife.
Communism and capitalism are one and the same;
The only difference between the two being the names.
Either way, the rich are still rich,
And kill the proles without a hitch.
Stalin and FDR were once heroes,
Statues erected, now both names mean zero.
History always doomed to repeat,
Never once has it missed a beat.
**************
At day break you feel her crashing upon you,
the wetness of her leaves you listless as she soaks
and stretches over
seeping into you, her life...
filling almost every crevice that you possess,
but you feed off those voids
and she cannot fill them all.
Tenderly she rolls;
caressing everything in her reach;
violently she attacks
as it is her nature in which she has no control over;
spontaneously she flows
rising and falling again
as she crashes over unto you.
Inside her lies another world
unimaginable
like the heavens.
When you're a float staring upward
she will bring you close to those heavens.
Somehow you can feel how they touch her,
connect impeccably.
In the darkness of night she will bring you great wonders
...and whisper softly in your ear.
As an angel in blue,
her soft voice will sooth life's turbulence.
Floating within her
she will carry you to far off lands.
See her luring sensuality;
you cannot predict her actions.
She is but an eternal wonder.
Taking in all, she is forever a source of your life.
...this radiant blue angel...
in perfect pose she sits portraying beauty
patiently..awaiting you.
(she is the ocean)
Karen Elizabeth Rodriguez
***********
Name: Ernest Johnson
Title: Reading
The people of Lilliput are sleeping
as the night draws ere so nigh,
Paudulus and Icarus are flying
ere so high.
Rip Van Winkle has fallen asleep
under the mighty tree,
Beowulf is pursuing his enemies
as they turn and flee.
A plot of death brews
in the Thane of Cawdor's head,
While Jack steals from the Giant
whilst he lay in his bed.
Medusa turns to stone
as they turn and look,
and my imagination still runs rampant
even after I close this book.
************
Name: Najia Safdar
Title: The Kettle
The Kettle
The whistle of the kettle blows
And it seems as though the tea is ready
And thou is announcing its accomplishment
Thou voice is shrill yet crystal clear
But there is a certain severity in it
Thou voice is a declaration that the water has come to a boil
And its the end of its toil
Thou kettle we pay thou a tribute
That thou is an assistant and a helping hand
And without thee presence we would not know what is life
And life would just be the name of an intense strife
Thou is like a second life .
That helps the traveler when he is on an ambitious strife
Boasts up him his sprits and prepares his mind
Calms down his unnerving mind and gives him all the peace he can find
The severity in thee voice tells something of thou temperament
That gets build up easily but cools down after a while
But thou onlookers are really impressed by thou style
That is unique and different from ordinary life
Thou is an embodiment of hope and courage
And makes a concoction that soothes the mind
Makes up for the lost energy and gives all one tries to find
****************
Name: Angelina Smith
Title: A Musician's Life
My poem "A Musician's Life" is a persona poem about a
musician who cherishes life on the
road. He loves being in front of a crowd and singing his heart
out to his fans.
A Musician's Life
I live my life on the road
My home a bus or plane
This life can be lonely sometimes
But here the stage is my haven
The music my passion
The lights so bright
They feel like the sun
Nothing could be better
There on the stage
I play my guitar
I sing all the songs
That come from my soul
My heart races
As the fans sing along
At the end they cheer
Now my fingers ache
From strumming the chords
My throat is sore
I can't sing anymore
But the fans just yell
As I smile and wave
Now I'm on my bus
On the highway en route
To a distant town
There a stage is waiting
And another night of playing.
*************
Name: Richard A Vargas
Title: Unity
Unity. Togetherness
as one. To confine
and trust in what
is begun. Unity
let's share our
thoughts and plant
new seeds. Please
no longer fight
for the world.
My heart it bleeds.
***********
Name: Deborah Hinds
Title: A Letter From Heaven
A Letter From Heaven
Dear Son,
I have taken all the tears you cried, and made them as showers
on a field of wild flowers
And I led you to a place alone, so you know this is between you
and me.
It was I who grabbed hold of the sun at midnight, and made it a
light for the world to see
I made your voice as gentle as the morning, when bombs went
off at noon.
I set your face in perpetual peace, and the whole world was
confused
I showed you the hearts of those who adore you, and broke
your heart with hatred.
You wandered, searching for your place in this world, and
prosperity at your hand
Some day, my son, some day soon, you'll write a letter from
heaven.
~Deborah~
************
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