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TELL ME NOW
By K.V.Davis
If You Love Me, Tell Me Now.
Don't Wait Till Grass Grows On My Face.
If You Love, Write It Now.
Don't Wait Till I Leave The Human Race.
If You Love Me, Show Me Now.
Don't Wait Till My Body's Out Of Reach.
If You Love Me Hold Me Now.
Don't Wait For My Wake To Preach.
If You Love Me
Tell Me, Show Me, Write Me, Hold Me.
Every Day
Every Week
Every Year
Every Way
While We Live & Love And
NEED The Words,
I Love You More Each Day
POETRY CONTEST WORK
WHAT"S TO HAPPEN
By Jon Flacke
As I sit here,
alone,
Thinking solely of you,
I can't help but to wonder,
What's going to happen?
What's going to happen,
To you,
What will become of you,
In the near future,
What will you be like?
Will you still be beautiful,
To me,
Or will my thoughts have changed,
And you not be the same,
In my mind?
And what will happen,
To us,
Will we be together,
Happily married,
Or will our love die?
Then as I think further,
Harder,
I realize the truth,
Our love will never die,
Only grow stronger.
We will always be together,
Forever,
Through good times and bad,
Through anything, everything,
Our love will prevail..
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COLOR
By Barbara Beckner
Until I met you,
I spent a lot of my time trying to make things better
by creating a life for myself
in my imagination.
Sometimes I felt peaceful
in my imaginary happiness,
but not always.
It was you and your love
that showed me how beautiful life could be.
Because of you,
suddenly became vibrant and alive with color.
It was you who taught me that being in love
makes reality more wonderful than anything else,
I could possibly dream up on my own.
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Title: Odd one out
By Vanessa Illingworth
London England
As confusion wrecks the mind,
I have no control, no power.
These dreams I avoided until they became reality.
No longer dreams.
I see but do not see those that others see.
I have my own world.
I hold my heart.
Protecting it.
I don't know what is right.
It leads me, but in what direction?
Decisions, scathing looks, a passing glance,
Hopeful by sad.
A 'come on', a knock back,
I am afraid.
But of what I don't know.
Around me people.
I watch the faces,
the masks,
What are they thinking?
A hero today,
Gone tomorrow.
Nothing is certain anymore.
The guides the stars and the moon the commander
I travel searching for answers.
I lie and see the many paths,
But someone must get hurt.
I know that someone will be me.
In a trapped world,
The faceless thrive,
And each goal is set.
Forever striving,
But for what?
I will know.
I will find my path.
Somewhere out there beyond the cities,
The helpless,
The faceless,
The afraid.
My own path.
Someone once said to me 'He who walks in another man's tracks leaves no footprints', that saying is the inspiration for this poem. I want to leave an impression even if it is only on a select few. At the time of writing I was also starting out on a new relationship and my confused feelings also played a large part.
Vanessa
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I'm going to describe this as a Mini-epic Poem.
Water Puddles
by David Mullins
When I look at thee, I wonder.
I wonder, and I stare.
I stare at those beautiful eyes.
Eyes that are mirrors of the other side.
The other side that I long to look into forever.
Forever, could not be long enough for me.
For me all I have is hope.
Hope that one day I may touch thy cheek.
Thy cheek is like a rose petal.
A rose petal from the most lovely rose on the prairie.
The prairie that I hope one day to run across.
Run across to you.
To you I write this poem.
This poem is but words.
But words can not express the feeling inside.
The feeling inside that hurts.
That hurts with the twist of a knife.
A knife that can not be pulled by me.
By me thoughts have passed.
Passed like the wind that carries the eagle.
The eagle that sores so high.
So high as can not be reached.
Reached did I for the mountain top
The mountain top that was so cold.
Cold as my heart once was.
Once was, but not anymore.
Anymore I sit and gaze.
Gaze into the stars above.
The stars above are only specs.
Specs that can not compare to your glow.
Your glow is what lights my world.
My world of darkness and shadow.
Shadow that is cast aside at the sight.
The sight of thee, and thy light.
Thy light which could bring warmth.
Warmth that would easy the oldest heart.
The oldest heart is a wise one.
A wise one beyond the count of years.
Years that grow lost in the books.
In the books is where you will find me.
Find me in the hidden.
The hidden is where I shall lay.
I shall lay until found.
Found by who I do not know.
I do not know the answers.
The answers to my own questions.
Questions that I know you ask.
You ask of yourself, and of others.
Of others we find our people.
People are who we are and forever will be.
Forever will be our world,
Our world, I share with you.
With you my mind will always hold a picture.
A picture of you.
Of you I dream every night.
Every night I weep a new tear.
A new tear shed for a dying hope.
A dying hope that may be brought to life.
Life is the reason.
The reason we have pain.
Pain comes with every turn.
With every turn comes a new challenge.
A new challenge is what we wait for.
We wait for another.
Another that may never show a face.
A face as soft as silk.
Silk, what is it? It comes from a worm.
A worm takes what is left of life.
Of life we drink this wine.
Wine made from the earth.
The earth that gave us spirit.
Spirit that holds our worlds together.
Together we can accomplish everything.
Everything is out there for us to take.
To take with caution.
With caution we enter this cradle.
This cradle of love.
Of love we drink our blood.
Our blood that has been spilt on the soil we walk.
We walk standing tall.
Tall with our heads in the air.
Above the troubles of humanity.
Humanity that gave us truth.
Truth that is not what it seems.
It seems that we no longer know the difference.
The difference between wrong and right.
Right to do the wrong thing.
The wrong to do the right.
The right does not know the left.
Left will be nothing when we are gone.
When we are gone, who will teach our children?
Our children are our only hope.
Hope for what I ask myself.
I ask myself every night.
Every night before I slumber.
I slumber with the thoughts of you.
Of you these tear drops fall.
Fall like my heart did that day.
That day when I started losing faith.
Faith in all that surrounded my word.
My word became a lonely place.
A lonely place of mistrust and fear.
Fear is the guardian of truth.
Of truth we seek.
We seek without knowing.
Knowing what is ahead.
Ahead and what maybe behind.
Behind us is our history.
Our history that put us in this place.
This place that we now call home.
Home to our existence for now.
For now we have nowhere to fly.
To fly from the nest is a great step.
A great step that we may not want to take.
To take is to dare.
To dare is to chance.
To chance is to win.
To win is to lose.
To lose is to die.
To die is to be reborn.
Reborn into the soil
The soil and the very stuff life is made of.
Life is made of many things.
Many things come of life.
Life is just an experience.
And experience we all share.
Share and know a neighbor.
A neighbor that will offer a blanket.
A blanket that gives your heart warmth.
Warmth that the cold winter will deny you.
Deny you all things, but love you will have.
You will have to hold, and cherish.
Cherish thy brother, and thy comfort.
Comfort that may not be known
Not be known to you now but will soon.
Soon the future will come.
Will come for you and take you from the past.
From the past and the pain of forgotten years.
Forgotten years of our lives we throw away.
Throw away into a pile of memories.
Memories that we knew but have lost along the way.
The way that could not be lit from above.
From above we see only sky.
Sky that is blue, but soon turns black.
Black, as the ash from a burning tree.
A burning tree that now reclaims.
Reclaims the air it once gave.
It once gave to our lives.
Our lives it now takes.
Takes away our tears.
Our tears we offer to all to see.
To see is only to taste.
To taste is only to smell
To smell is only to hear.
To hear is only to feel.
To feel is to know.
To know is to have everything under the stars.
The stars that burn away in the night.
The night that holds us to the earth.
The earth that holds us together.
Together we will stand as a voice.
A voice that will not be quieted.
Quieted by those that opposed us.
That oppose us for their own purpose
Purpose that serves no end.
No end that could be in sight.
Sight of the farthest seers.
Seers that know more than the old book can tell.
Tell us old men, tell us the way.
The way to find the truth.
The truth that is waiting for our arrival.
Our arrival that is coming soon.
Soon we will reach for the torch.
The torch that must be passed.
Passed to the next to follow.
To follow in the footsteps of others has been the way.
The way that will be changed, but not soon.
Soon can not happen now.
Now is a slow time, without progress.
Without progress we can not go forward.
Go forward young men, and look to the stars.
The stars hold our futures in their very hands.
Hands that shape the clay of history.
History that cannot be molded by just one man.
One man cannot do it alone.
Alone is not the way it was meant to be.
To be is our present, our time of now.
Now is the time to step out into the light.
The light may blind us, but we must go on.
Go on into the future that has been handed to us.
Handed to us by the men of the past.
Of the past is why we go forward.
Forward, so those lives that came before.
Before we grew to be men.
Men that can do our own will.
Will not let those fires of the past die.
Die in vain, and without purpose.
Without purpose are those that stand in our way.
Our way is ahead of us now.
Now we stand behind those that run ahead.
Ahead into the darkness, without a lamp.
A lamp that burns to oils of life.
Life is far to precious to let go.
To let go we must.
We must all make sacrifices.
Sacrifices for others so that they may build a bridge.
A bridge of our fallen bodies.
Bodies that will not be laid down in vain.
In vain some have fallen.
Fallen to the depths below.
Below us there is only the fear of fire.
Fire is that which provides us light.
Light to see the way to our destinies.
Destinies not yet written in the tablets of time.
Time that will soon pass us by like a fallen star.
A fallen star that has burnt to soon.
To soon I fear the end may come.
May come to one, or may come to all.
To all we must face an end.
An end without a destination.
A destination that may never truly be known.
Be known but to only a few.
Few of us will walk the path that has yet been taken.
Taken to a place without a name.
A name that is on every tongue in the world.
The world without a silent night.
A silent night without a light snow fall
Snow fall that will blanket the earth.
Blanket the earth in a white cover.
A white cover that will hide all that is black.
Black as the ash.
The ash of our fallen comrades.
Comrades that fought beside us on the line.
The line between the light and dark.
Darkness covers the eyes of the fallen.
The fallen and trampled upon.
Upon the floor will lie our fate.
Our fate that can not be washed away.
Away by a cold and hard rain.
Rain cannot wash away the scar that now runs deep.
Deep into her soil, and her skin.
Skin that has been torn, and parted.
Parted like the fault line that drew us apart.
Apart we all now stand, staring, and blaming.
Blaming is not the answer now.
Now is the time to rebuild.
Rebuild ourselves, rebuild our souls.
Souls that at the bottom of which is justice.
Justice that will be severed
Severed to all that have trespassed.
Trespassed upon scarred ground.
Ground that must now be tilled.
Tilled to grow the crop of the next generation.
The next generation to take our place.
Our place in the pillars of history.
History is the place we now walk upon.
Walk upon the ground that once was told unknown.
Unknown to all but the few.
The few now that have the courage to look.
To look beyond the barrier.
The barrier that keeps the grip on imagination.
Imagination that puts us ahead of all the others.
Others that may have been as great.
As great as those that walk in the twilight.
The twilight of the new day is coming on us.
On us the future has been placed.
Placed like the boulder too heavy to carry.
Carry it we will though, to show our inner strength.
Strength that few know man can possess.
Possess like the sword.
The sword is now what I look upon.
Upon my reflection in the blade.
The blade of steel and blood.
Blood that will soon be one with my own.
My own soul I leave in these words.
These words that I now pass to you.
To you I owe everything.
Everything but nothing in the same.
The same is no longer an option.
An option without an end.
An end is now far off from my own sight.
Sight that may have been damaged in the rush.
The rush that I hope you will not take.
Take with care.
With care I leave all that I know.
I know so little, but have thought so much.
Much can one man do, but in the end.
But in the end does it matter?
Matter I say it does.
It does for love says it is.
It is because truth wishes it to be.
To be under the sunshine of a day.
A day with a new beginning.
A new beginning with new hope upon the horizon.
The horizon with many hills to cross.
To cross those hill will be a challenge.
A challenge is why we stepped forward for the task.
The task that we knew not the end when we began.
We began with hopes and dreams.
And dreams are why we sleep.
Sleep for the next day.
The next day of adventure and danger.
Danger that will come and look us in the eyes.
Eyes that will show the insides.
The insides that I now look to thee to find.
Find the answers I wish to know.
To know and I will be happy.
Happy in my dream, and in my comfort.
Comfort in the love that I will possess.
Posses it like the pen I now wield.
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It was you who taught me that being in love
makes reality more wonderful than anything else,
I could possibly dream up on my own.
**************************
Title: Odd one out
By Vanessa Illingworth
London England
As confusion wrecks the mind,
I have no control, no power.
These dreams I avoided until they became reality.
No longer dreams.
I see but do not see those that others see.
I have my own world.
I hold my heart.
Protecting it.
I don't know what is right.
It leads me, but in what direction?
Decisions, scathing looks, a passing glance,
Hopeful by sad.
A 'come on', a knock back,
I am afraid.
But of what I don't know.
Around me people.
I watch the faces,
the masks,
What are they thinking?
A hero today,
Gone tomorrow.
Nothing is certain anymore.
The guides the stars and the moon the commander
I travel searching for answers.
I lie and see the many paths,
But someone must get hurt.
I know that someone will be me.
In a trapped world,
The faceless thrive,
And each goal is set.
Forever striving,
But for what?
I will know.
I will find my path.
Somewhere out there beyond the cities,
The helpless,
The faceless,
The afraid.
My own path.
Someone once said to me 'He who walks in another man's tracks leaves no footprints', that saying is the inspiration for this poem. I want to leave an impression even if it is only on a select few. At the time of writing I was also starting out on a new relationship and my confused feelings also played a large part.
Vanessa
*******************************
I'm going to describe this as a Mini-epic Poem.
Water Puddles
by David Mullins
When I look at thee, I wonder.
I wonder, and I stare.
I stare at those beautiful eyes.
Eyes that are mirrors of the other side.
The other side that I long to look into forever.
Forever, could not be long enough for me.
For me all I have is hope.
Hope that one day I may touch thy cheek.
Thy cheek is like a rose petal.
A rose petal from the most lovely rose on the prairie.
The prairie that I hope one day to run across.
Run across to you.
To you I write this poem.
This poem is but words.
But words can not express the feeling inside.
The feeling inside that hurts.
That hurts with the twist of a knife.
A knife that can not be pulled by me.
By me thoughts have passed.
Passed like the wind that carries the eagle.
The eagle that sores so high.
So high as can not be reached.
Reached did I for the mountain top
The mountain top that was so cold.
Cold as my heart once was.
Once was, but not anymore.
Anymore I sit and gaze.
Gaze into the stars above.
The stars above are only specs.
Specs that can not compare to your glow.
Your glow is what lights my world.
My world of darkness and shadow.
Shadow that is cast aside at the sight.
The sight of thee, and thy light.
Thy light which could bring warmth.
Warmth that would easy the oldest heart.
The oldest heart is a wise one.
A wise one beyond the count of years.
Years that grow lost in the books.
In the books is where you will find me.
Find me in the hidden.
The hidden is where I shall lay.
I shall lay until found.
Found by who I do not know.
I do not know the answers.
The answers to my own questions.
Questions that I know you ask.
You ask of yourself, and of others.
Of others we find our people.
People are who we are and forever will be.
Forever will be our world,
Our world, I share with you.
With you my mind will always hold a picture.
A picture of you.
Of you I dream every night.
Every night I weep a new tear.
A new tear shed for a dying hope.
A dying hope that may be brought to life.
Life is the reason.
The reason we have pain.
Pain comes with every turn.
With every turn comes a new challenge.
A new challenge is what we wait for.
We wait for another.
Another that may never show a face.
A face as soft as silk.
Silk, what is it? It comes from a worm.
A worm takes what is left of life.
Of life we drink this wine.
Wine made from the earth.
The earth that gave us spirit.
Spirit that holds our worlds together.
Together we can accomplish everything.
Everything is out there for us to take.
To take with caution.
With caution we enter this cradle.
This cradle of love.
Of love we drink our blood.
Our blood that has been spilt on the soil we walk.
We walk standing tall.
Tall with our heads in the air.
Above the troubles of humanity.
Humanity that gave us truth.
Truth that is not what it seems.
It seems that we no longer know the difference.
The difference between wrong and right.
Right to do the wrong thing.
The wrong to do the right.
The right does not know the left.
Left will be nothing when we are gone.
When we are gone, who will teach our children?
Our children are our only hope.
Hope for what I ask myself.
I ask myself every night.
Every night before I slumber.
I slumber with the thoughts of you.
Of you these tear drops fall.
Fall like my heart did that day.
That day when I started losing faith.
Faith in all that surrounded my word.
My word became a lonely place.
A lonely place of mistrust and fear.
Fear is the guardian of truth.
Of truth we seek.
We seek without knowing.
Knowing what is ahead.
Ahead and what maybe behind.
Behind us is our history.
Our history that put us in this place.
This place that we now call home.
Home to our existence for now.
For now we have nowhere to fly.
To fly from the nest is a great step.
A great step that we may not want to take.
To take is to dare.
To dare is to chance.
To chance is to win.
To win is to lose.
To lose is to die.
To die is to be reborn.
Reborn into the soil
The soil and the very stuff life is made of.
Life is made of many things.
Many things come of life.
Life is just an experience.
And experience we all share.
Share and know a neighbor.
A neighbor that will offer a blanket.
A blanket that gives your heart warmth.
Warmth that the cold winter will deny you.
Deny you all things, but love you will have.
You will have to hold, and cherish.
Cherish thy brother, and thy comfort.
Comfort that may not be known
Not be known to you now but will soon.
Soon the future will come.
Will come for you and take you from the past.
From the past and the pain of forgotten years.
Forgotten years of our lives we throw away.
Throw away into a pile of memories.
Memories that we knew but have lost along the way.
The way that could not be lit from above.
From above we see only sky.
Sky that is blue, but soon turns black.
Black, as the ash from a burning tree.
A burning tree that now reclaims.
Reclaims the air it once gave.
It once gave to our lives.
Our lives it now takes.
Takes away our tears.
Our tears we offer to all to see.
To see is only to taste.
To taste is only to smell
To smell is only to hear.
To hear is only to feel.
To feel is to know.
To know is to have everything under the stars.
The stars that burn away in the night.
The night that holds us to the earth.
The earth that holds us together.
Together we will stand as a voice.
A voice that will not be quieted.
Quieted by those that opposed us.
That oppose us for their own purpose
Purpose that serves no end.
No end that could be in sight.
Sight of the farthest seers.
Seers that know more than the old book can tell.
Tell us old men, tell us the way.
The way to find the truth.
The truth that is waiting for our arrival.
Our arrival that is coming soon.
Soon we will reach for the torch.
The torch that must be passed.
Passed to the next to follow.
To follow in the footsteps of others has been the way.
The way that will be changed, but not soon.
Soon can not happen now.
Now is a slow time, without progress.
Without progress we can not go forward.
Go forward young men, and look to the stars.
The stars hold our futures in their very hands.
Hands that shape the clay of history.
History that cannot be molded by just one man.
One man cannot do it alone.
Alone is not the way it was meant to be.
To be is our present, our time of now.
Now is the time to step out into the light.
The light may blind us, but we must go on.
Go on into the future that has been handed to us.
Handed to us by the men of the past.
Of the past is why we go forward.
Forward, so those lives that came before.
Before we grew to be men.
Men that can do our own will.
Will not let those fires of the past die.
Die in vain, and without purpose.
Without purpose are those that stand in our way.
Our way is ahead of us now.
Now we stand behind those that run ahead.
Ahead into the darkness, without a lamp.
A lamp that burns to oils of life.
Life is far to precious to let go.
To let go we must.
We must all make sacrifices.
Sacrifices for others so that they may build a bridge.
A bridge of our fallen bodies.
Bodies that will not be laid down in vain.
In vain some have fallen.
Fallen to the depths below.
Below us there is only the fear of fire.
Fire is that which provides us light.
Light to see the way to our destinies.
Destinies not yet written in the tablets of time.
Time that will soon pass us by like a fallen star.
A fallen star that has burnt to soon.
To soon I fear the end may come.
May come to one, or may come to all.
To all we must face an end.
An end without a destination.
A destination that may never truly be known.
Be known but to only a few.
Few of us will walk the path that has yet been taken.
Taken to a place without a name.
A name that is on every tongue in the world.
The world without a silent night.
A silent night without a light snow fall
Snow fall that will blanket the earth.
Blanket the earth in a white cover.
A white cover that will hide all that is black.
Black as the ash.
The ash of our fallen comrades.
Comrades that fought beside us on the line.
The line between the light and dark.
Darkness covers the eyes of the fallen.
The fallen and trampled upon.
Upon the floor will lie our fate.
Our fate that can not be washed away.
Away by a cold and hard rain.
Rain cannot wash away the scar that now runs deep.
Deep into her soil, and her skin.
Skin that has been torn, and parted.
Parted like the fault line that drew us apart.
Apart we all now stand, staring, and blaming.
Blaming is not the answer now.
Now is the time to rebuild.
Rebuild ourselves, rebuild our souls.
Souls that at the bottom of which is justice.
Justice that will be severed
Severed to all that have trespassed.
Trespassed upon scarred ground.
Ground that must now be tilled.
Tilled to grow the crop of the next generation.
The next generation to take our place.
Our place in the pillars of history.
History is the place we now walk upon.
Walk upon the ground that once was told unknown.
Unknown to all but the few.
The few now that have the courage to look.
To look beyond the barrier.
The barrier that keeps the grip on imagination.
Imagination that puts us ahead of all the others.
Others that may have been as great.
As great as those that walk in the twilight.
The twilight of the new day is coming on us.
On us the future has been placed.
Placed like the boulder too heavy to carry.
Carry it we will though, to show our inner strength.
Strength that few know man can possess.
Possess like the sword.
The sword is now what I look upon.
Upon my reflection in the blade.
The blade of steel and blood.
Blood that will soon be one with my own.
My own soul I leave in these words.
These words that I now pass to you.
To you I owe everything.
Everything but nothing in the same.
The same is no longer an option.
An option without an end.
An end is now far off from my own sight.
Sight that may have been damaged in the rush.
The rush that I hope you will not take.
Take with care.
With care I leave all that I know.
I know so little, but have thought so much.
Much can one man do, but in the end.
But in the end does it matter?
Matter I say it does.
It does for love says it is.
It is because truth wishes it to be.
To be under the sunshine of a day.
A day with a new beginning.
A new beginning with new hope upon the horizon.
The horizon with many hills to cross.
To cross those hill will be a challenge.
A challenge is why we stepped forward for the task.
The task that we knew not the end when we began.
We began with hopes and dreams.
And dreams are why we sleep.
Sleep for the next day.
The next day of adventure and danger.
Danger that will come and look us in the eyes.
Eyes that will show the insides.
The insides that I now look to thee to find.
Find the answers I wish to know.
To know and I will be happy.
Happy in my dream, and in my comfort.
Comfort in the love that I will possess.
Posses it like the pen I now wield.
**********************************
OUR GUESTBOOK
When you're done jumping around the web, PLEASE come back & tell me what you think.
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