Poetry Page 2

SHADOWS CAST by Jan Turner
CHANGES by Virginia Lupton
SPIRIT OF THE WIND by Judy Walker
LOVE'S REMORSE by Jazmine Schoenmaker
OMNIPOTENT EYES by Margaret C. Rigsby
NOTHING by Perry Ray
I MUST DECLINE by Sheila Hardy
RAGE by Ellen F. Bergakker
INSOMNIA IS KEEPING ME AWAKE by Jazmine Schoenmaker
EVERY CHILD by Margaret C. Rigsby
HIDDEN NEIGHBORS by Luscious
THE INTERNET TRAP by Ellen Francis Bergakker
A DAY OF SEASONS by Patricia Hall
THE TRUTHS by Perry Ray
STORM by Eve Lacey
SOMEONE LIKE YOU by Sonia Usatch
LISTEN TO MY MEMORIES by Angela Contino Donshes
REALMS by Margaret C. Rigsby
THE SINGLE GIRL'S LAMENT by Jazmine Schoenmaker

SHADOWS CAST...

look beside you
'tis the child you see
in shadows cast
following silently
'cross the sands
to mountain top
innocence stolen
souls forgot

o'er river wide
o'er valley deep
silent voices
secrets sleep

look ahead of you
'tis mirrored image you see
in shadows cast
staring silently
forging through forests
in dreams you've been
escaping to worlds
not yet seen

o'er golden plains
o'er hillsides steep
whispering songs
tears we weep

look behind you
'tis me you see
in shadows cast
following silently
'cross purple moors
to ocean shore
'til the sun sets
then I am no more

Written by: Jan Turner
(All rights reserved)

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CHANGES

Everything goes through changes,
It's part of life
Especially love!

When you first meet
You think you are in love, but is it love
Or is it lust...

If you get past the lust you get married,
At least for us...the lust is still there
But so is commitment
Unsteady at first but getting stronger

Your first child is born,
The lust fades, the commitment is stronger
But your love is different...

As the years pass you are committed,
Life invades, the lust ends,
You fall into a routine, nice and steady
But no passion.

You raise your children, youre fairly happy
But where is the fun, romance
and play...it's missing

When your kids are leaving
You take a look at your life.
Is this what you really want?

If your lucky you re-examine your life.
You remember what first attracted you...

Restart the romance,
The passion comes and you are in lust again.

With love, lust and real commitment.

Written by: Virginia Lupton
(All rights reserved)

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SPIRIT OF THE WIND

Great Spirit that I feel in the wind,

You make the leaves dance for me

so that I may feel your strength.

The many colors fall down on me,

like the rain of a rainbow.

They swirl around me inviting me to dance.

Then all is calm,and you leave as quickly as you came.

Written by:Judy Walker
(All rights reserved)

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LOVE'S REMORSE

He's a dreamer a romantic
A poet and a clown
Wins me with a smile
Then kills me with a frown
Regales me with kisses
Then anger fills the sky
The sweet and tender moments
When he holds me while I cry.

A fire breathing dragon,
Isn't anybody's fool
A man so filled with passion
Can sometimes be so cruel.
He flies me to the moon
Then drops me from on high
And leaves my soul in tatters
Was this wondrous love a lie?

I loved you with a passion,
My heart so loyal and true
Now lies here in the ashes
Alone and missing you.
The sun no longer shines
The moon has lost it's glow
There's just an empty void
Where rivers used to flow.

No butterflies or rainbows
No wind to fan my hair,
The beauty that surrounded
Has gone and I despair
He told me that he loved me,
Then left me for another
And cannot understand
Why my heart will Ne'er recover.

Such regrets and sad remorse
My heart now cold as stone
Arms that reached out for each other
Empty and alone
Our love was like a beacon
Shining day and night
The flame is but a flicker
A dying, fading light.

He,too, now feels the pain,
Of a love that is no more
The flotsam of infidelity
washes back upon the shore
he hangs his head in sorrow
as I hear him call my name
"Come back to me beloved
and once more ignite the flame!"

Copyright Jazmine Schoenmaker 1998.
(All rights reserved)

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OMNIPOTENT EYES

When I think of the suffering
the slaying of innocents
on His Earth,
I know that God must surely cry
when He sees from His Omnipotent eyes.
Kids killing kids - laughing all the while,
acts of such hatred, total disrespect of Human Life;
dragging a man for miles behind a truck
because of the color of his skin,
binding, beating to death a young man
because he wasn’t heterosexual,
killing doctors and nurses in His name,
setting bombs of such magnitude
that they slay the most innocent of innocents,
babies...
war, guns, blood spilling like a fount that will not stop.
Senseless slaughter,
unmerciful death,
streams to rivers to oceans of human blood
throughout centuries...

I know that God, with His Omnipotent eyes cries
as He did before He ended mankind with the Great Flood,
as He did when they crucified His Son -
a Son blameless yet different from those He walked among.

I wonder how much more evil He will witness
before He ends it all this time?

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes;
there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying.
There will be no more pain.” Revelation 21:4 NKJV-Bible

Written by:Margaret C. Rigsby
(All rights reserved)

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NOTHING

In visions I see broken dreams
No starry skies
No fields or streams
And no dream girl waiting
at the end of the day
To ease the stress and pain away
No bold new stand
No beaches or sand
No fame and fortune
Or rock & roll band
No nothing at all
To help me get bye
And no witty answers
Or charming reply
And I can't get bye
Well not with my looks
And it wouldn't be prudent
To think, I could write books
Nor doctor, nor lawyer, nor lender be
I see nothing, nothing, and nothing for me
Well now does the truth hurt
can you live with the strife
Millions no... billions of people do.
Face it that's life
Not everybody's special, is how it seems
And everyone's welcome
In the land of broken dreams

© Perry Ray
(All rights reserved)

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I MUST DECLINE

You enticed every part of me
that wasn't nailed down.
You thought you had found in me
something so complex,
that you tried to milk me
for every fascinating drop.

I apologize for your disenchantment.
I was not so interesting after all.
Just another Mrs. Robinson,
a dream-on woman,
kissing forty squarely
on the mouth.

But didn't I earn each sunrise
when I was so much more than this?
Back before the days of you needles
stabbing in and out of my delicate silk.
You left me open for far too long
both entering and exiting.

Today I'm just a Florida tan
stretched over a rotting corpse,
or a fallen tree that's become soft
and too full of worm holes
to possibly bear the weight
of such a youthful undertaking.

Written by: Sheila Hardy
(All rights reserved)

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RAGE

Liberties taken without consentand not even a hint of repent!
Your misconception of my hearttore our existing friendship apart.
Forgive and forget people always say,but what about the price we pay?
Revulsion swept through me that night;now I want you out of my sight.
Never will there be trust again-only rage over what shouldn't have been.
The memory will haunt me forever more.
The friendship we shared; now a closed door.

Written by: Ellen F. Bergakker
(All rights reserved)

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INSOMNIA IS KEEPING ME AWAKE

I'm tossing and turning
'Cause I can't get to sleep,
And I'm tired of counting
Those big woolly sheep.
The Pillow's too soft,
There's bricks in the bed
A mossy's giving thanks
As he dives for my head.

So I turn on my tummy
to avoid the pest
now my arms I find
Are squashing my chest.
So I turn to the right
and get all in a tangle
I've ripped a hole in the sheet,
with my Lucky Charm bangle.

Onto my back
In a seductive repose
Then an arm comes across
and blocks off my nose
At the end of the bed
the blankets wont meet
and down there turning blue
Are my two frozen feet.

I pull up my knees
till they're hitting my tummy
Now I'm wrapped in the sheets
Like a petrified Mummy.
Why sleep must elude me
I haven't a clue
But I'd better unravel
and dash to the loo.

I stumble on back
To get a bit of a fright
I was a little bit hasty
Dousing that light.
now I'm groping and pawing
and following the sounds
of the boyfriend's loud snoring.

Well I found the bed
But went too far south
I've got my hand caught
In his great gaping mouth.
With each breath that he takes
I'm sinking in deeper,
you'd think that he'd wake
But not him--he's a sleeper.

I'm pulling and tugging
Trying to stay calm
But my elbow is all
I can see of my arm
Oh Lord! What a headline
In the afternoon paper,
"Young girl missing
Her Boyfriend ate her"

"Wake up you great log
and stop all that snoring,
That's my bleeding arm
In your mouth that you're gnawing.
He's let go for a bit
and thought it was brief,
I dragged out my arm
And also his teeth.

Oh what a night!
What fun and adventure!
I'm standing here freezing
and holding his denture.
My Arm's chewed to bits,
and sleepy I'm not
Of course I'll be seeing the vet
For a rabies shot.

But he'll be fine in the morn
when his feet hit the floor,
He'll never believe
How deadly his snore.
Oh what a hell of a fuss
I know he would make
If this damn insomnia
Was keeping him awake.

Written by: Jazmine Schoenmaker
(Copyright 1999)

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EVERY CHILD

Sweet little eyes opened
when I walked in the room,
picking you up
I held you in my arms tonight
rocking you for hours
your tiny head
against my shoulder.
Peacefully you slept - no worries.
Gingerly, ever now and again
I would have to move you in front of me
your baby eyes opening
baby mouth smiling back at me.
Your little fingers wrapped around
one of mine, still you slept.
I rocked
and rocked
feeling your tiny head and fine hair
deciding you have my nose,
smiling and rocking;
a happy old fool.
Turning you again
holding your head nuzzled in the crook of my arm,
my other arm holding your little body, protecting you.
Rocking,
rocking and thinking
precious little girl, you make my heart ache
for I know Life can be cruel.
Precious little girl, I remember as though it were yesterday
when I held your father this way.
But more, you are Every Child;
your beauty,
your need of love,
your helplessness,
your total trust.
Precious little girl
sleep now, sleep your sleep of innocence
and let the Angels watch over you.

Written by: Margaret C. Rigsby
(All rights reserved)

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HIDDEN NEIGHBORS

The quiet street
A patter of feet
Running inside
Questions come to mind

I stand outside
Inside, what would I find?
Different homes, different situations
All sorts of information

If walls could talk
What clues could they drop?
What could they be?
What is it they see?

A home of despair
Where no one cares
Cupboards are bare
Where love is rare

A home of deceit
Anger is their heat
One person wins, the other is defeated
One loved one has just been beaten

A home of fear
A loved one so dear
Hides in a closet
An evil force it has met

Loss of self esteem
Needs to be redeemed
Unanswered questions
Lost in the confusion

All these secrets
All, involved, frets
What if someone finds out?
And asks, "What's this all about?"

A home of sadness
Where someone has an illness
Family, close and under stress
Lost is the test

All the worries and commotion
The insights and emotions
The innocent are pure
Looking for a cure

Not all situations are the same
The conversation is tame
Communication is open
Nothing lost, lots to gain

A home of happiness
All minds are at rest
Lots of laughter
Smiles have been mastered

A home of honesty
All words are said with sincerity
Hugs are shared
Within a family who cares

Lest we not forget
I leave you with this thought:

Love yourself first
Love we all thirst
Stop... Look... Smell... the flowers
Then YOU can love others

Written by:
Luscious
(All rights reserved)

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THE INTERNET TRAP

A new adventurous frontier:
Vast timeless cyber space.
Grateful refuge from the rat race,
From daily sorrows and fear.

Who can resist the sirens' song?
So seductive and patient and free..
(Short lived will be your glee
When the phone bill sounds the gong!)

Surfing: the new millennium sport.
Indoor or mobile laptop screens
For those with (in)sufficient means.
Captivating, mesmerizing, tantalizing..(ABORT!)

For each world knows its wars
And each war its casualties
So heed my warning (please?);
Webaholics line these shores!

Copyright E.F. Bergakker 1998.
(All rights reserved)

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A DAY OF SEASONS

Beautiful Sunflowers
Bow heavy heads
Against onslaught of cold,
Damp Fall Winds.

Forebear and Promise
of freezing Winter-snows
Yet to come.

Forgetting their seedlings
Softly falling, cradled by
Spring rains, blowing as
Bullets on Wild Summer Storms.

Drifting to Earth, seedlings
Give rise to offspring,
Attaining full growth
Reflect Ancestral Beauty.

Surreal Spring lying beneath
Ice cold Winter-Ground
Will bring Beauty, Life,
Heads-Held-High Sunflowers.

Written by:Patricia Hall
(All rights reserved)

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THE TRUTHS

When the suns light ray
burns through the misty grey
of morning it is blinding
when the moon slips away
we start a new day
but the lessens of the night are binding
we can't forget the fear
in the evening the shadows grow near
and the shadows always have away of reminding
and as another day ends
through the night the day never lends
the courage to face the truths
I've been finding

Perry Ray
(All rights reserved)

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STORM

Such a dull day, something feels wrong,
No sign of the sun, no sound of bird song,
The air holds a sadness all of its own,
The trees appear naked, their leaves are all blown.

The coldness is sharper today, than before,
Its fingers they grip you and chill to the core,
The sky so oppressive, heavy and dense,
Thunder clouds forming, their size so immense

The wind starts to throw her great weight around,
Lifting garbage from gutter and tossing it to ground,
Great rolling clouds all racing asunder,
Jostling together, in a duel, to make thunder,
Jagged cruel lightening rips the heart from the skies,
Plummets down towards earth, then noisily dies.
Great swollen teardrops rhythmically fall,
Heading for shelter, the ladybirds crawl,
The raindrops lose substance, but momentum they gain,
Forming in puddles and gushing down drain,
Harder she falls, mighty wild water,
She brings with her Hail, her icy cold daughter,
Bouncing then rolling, leaping and springing,
Scorching young shoots, their tenderness stinging.

Wind starts to tire, she's had enough sport,
She returns whence she came, her toil to report,
Sky sheds her mantle, for a less heavy drape,
Thunder and lightening retreat from their rape.
And Hail leaves her mother, to calm from her rage,
As calmness returns to this Authors page.

Written by: Eve Lacey
(All rights reserved)

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SOMEONE LIKE YOU

you see,
I’m spoiled
spoiled silly
I was spoiled by the one
who used to be ‘him’
he spoiled me
for things large and small

he knew what would make me tremble
make me laugh, cry, give pause

he knew how to listen
when to speak
and how to massage my ankles

he knew my dream...
a castle, with a circular bed in a turret
a fireplace and chaise, books and candles

he knew how to wrap me in him
allow dreams to be my escort
through the night
companion me at sunrise
spoiling me for the day

and then he left
he left
left me, to wonder...

oh, he spoiled me
spoiled me silly with the loving
but not for the loving

the loving of someone
someone, like you

Written by: Sonia Usatch
(All rights reserved)

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LISTEN TO MY MEMORIES

The songs of my youth are with me still. Golden arias
forever lost in the echoes of time. They fill my heart
with unforgettable memories, sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
Listen and you will hear...

The soft whirr of a brightly colored hummingbird's wings
The murmuring leaves of a medlar tree in a high wind
The angry roar of a stormy sea
Nonna's fervent prayer to St. John the Baptist, as the fury
of the tempest reaches a high crescendo

A mother's sorrowful wail at her son's funeral
The family children reciting a Novena in lyric, unsure voices
The languid chant of the evening Rosary
The majesty of the Gregorian Mass at Santa Rosalia

A churchbells' plaintive ring, thin and far away
The sing song dialect of vendors, hawking their wares in the market place
Enchanted hours of play in the Greek Temple at Segesta
The laughter and whispers of passionate vows between young lovers

The clip of a peasant's sharp curved knife, as it
cuts away a bunch of ripe grapes from the vine
The squish of grapes crushed under heavy boots,
and the gurgle of golden liquid as it pours into wooden casks
A rooster's crow at dawn, heralding a new day
The soft chirps of newly hatched yellow chicks

The pitiful bleating of a lamb as it's being slaughtered
The tinkle of bells signalling the goat herder's arrival with
warm foamy milk for the morning coffee
The melodious sound of mandolins at weddings and Feast Days
The merry rhythm of an accordion playing the Tarantella

The nostalgic folk songs sung at family gatherings
A farmer, in his vineyard, singing an aria from Cavalleria Rusticana
The lusty songs of fishermen as they haul in their nets
The lonely bray of a donkey echoing through the still night air

The rattle of cartwheels on the stony road to my grandparents farm
The loud hum of bees gathering honey on a hot, sleepy summer day
A brook, sparkling in the sun, racing its way to the gulf of Castellammare
The sharp clip-clop of a mule's hooves on cobblestones
The sweet voice of Sister Caterina as she recites the day's school lesson
The animated stories old Don Nunzio told about his adventures at sea

These are my memories of Sicily...the songs of my youth.

Written by: Angela Contino Donshes
(Copyright © 1998)

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REALMS

You knocked at the door of my loneliness
meekly, cringing, reluctantly
I let you
in.
Like two beaten and battered souls
we were magnetized
to one another.
Words,
feelings,
emotions
the door slammed and bolted long ago,
opened.
Incandescent dawn inundating through
as we illuminated
to another sphere...

Written by: Margaret C. Rigsby
(All rights reserved)

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THE SINGLE GIRL'S LAMENT

Don't like this being single
growing tired of the solo life
would some wealthy hunk....
like to take me for his wife?
I cannot be kept waiting'
till my youth has all been spent
when my teeth are in a cup
and my legs and spine are bent.

My meter's ticking over
I'm clocking up the miles
and staring down the barrel
at bunions, rickets and piles.
So wont somebody have me?
I'm not a real bad catch
and the colour of each eye
is almost a perfect match.

I'm maturing very nicely,
my hair's still at it's best
and I wax the little buggers
that keep growing on my chest.
My figure is a dream,
I'm careful what I eat,
black tea and grapefruit,
fresh herbs and rabbit's feet.

So if any man is willing,
He'll find I'm quite a steal
cos every other Sunday
I'd toss in a home cooked meal
And I'd be positively willing
to spit polish all my flaws
and massage his bulging wallet
while he goes about his chores.

I'm a liberated woman
but, for any man I meet,
I'd toss that all aside
to sit and worship at his feet.
There would be no fear of babies
should I meet my perfect match
I'm still producing eggs
but I've yet to see one hatch.

My taste is not expensive
But I'd rather he didn't linger
to put a ten carrot diamond
on each and every finger.
And
to cover up my goose bumps,
I'd absolutely purr
Wrapped from head to toe
in a million dollar fur.

For any man who'd have me
it wouldn't be so rash
if I took care of business
and handled all the cash.
I wouldn't buy too much
just a Penthouse here and there
and two Mercedes Benz
A girl just has to have a spare.

It's simple mathematics
that any guy can learn
investment in this partnership
would net a good return.
A Pre-nuptial agreement,
Why! I'd sign one willingly
then if we should divorce
the whole lot goes to me.

Yes I'm tired of being single
It sucks this being poor
I'd love a millionaire
to come knocking on my door
But I just can't see it happening
this wondrous event
so I'll sit here moaning miserably,
This Single girl's lament.

Written by: Jazmine Schoenmaker
(Copyright 1999)

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