Tina Marie
2018-02-20 03:12 pm
As I looked into my mirror one day, I could see, that a sad little girl was looking at me. I said to this child where is your smile? Through tears she replied, "Can we talk for a while? Your mommy is dead. They took your daddy away. I don't know how you face your mirror everyday?" Besides the lump in my throat, I also felt, a tear trickled down as my heart begin to melt. Sweet Child you see, it is hard to explain, how people can hurt you and cause you such pain. but if you believe that God sent us Jesus his son, you can face everyday and you won't have to run. So smile little girl there is a whole new world of love and happiness and a brand new start, the moment you ask Jesus to come into your heart. Looking deeper yet, into my mirror I could see, that this sad little girl looked exactly like me.
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Gord
2017-12-27 10:00 am
Amateur poet, ultimate, Heroic, stoic, slowest, Everything rhymed about, Hopeful of inchoate. Chum of the lake, think, Who is the wake for? Dead men living pale, or those living, Mouth agape, ailing, Flailing their limbs, Scene akimbo, Fare unanswered, Meter fake. So they take what is mine, Question pondered, What is life plastered? Humanity mastered, Time honored, or is it a last laugh, before dying afterward? Poets lie yet find alms, Measured footsteps bald, Words lifelessly clever, Heart hard to hold palm; Old arms to old arms, Adages stolen loved upon; Bard holy, arch golden, To carve lonely, Barns beholden, Nothing nobel. Par normally, like poultry, To starve colts. Ark art, Swan gone, Dark garb, lark fawned, Opposite of his mind, He finds laughter, Chapter after chatter, Chancellor gone; He defines pattern, An afterthought.
Gord
2017-12-25 08:13 am
Amateur poet, ultimate, Heroic, stoic, slowest, Everything rhymed about, Hopeful of inchoate. Chum of the lake, think, Who is the wake for? Dead men living pale, or those living, Mouth agape, ailing, Flailing their limbs, Scene akimbo, Fare unanswered, Meter fake. So they take what is mine, Question pondered, What is life plastered? Humanity mastered, Time honored, or is it a last laugh, before dying afterward? Poets lie yet find alms, Measured footsteps bald, Words lifelessly clever, Heart hard to hold palm; Old arms to old arms, Adages stolen loved upon; Bard holy, arch golden, To carve lonely, Barns beholden, Nothing nobel. Par normally, like poultry, To starve colts, Farms wholesome.
Gord
2017-10-05 09:29 am
No honor or Bravery, Mulled over too long, Followers betray, Feelings astray amongst. Lay waste upon their pores; Their universe stainless, Faces like rust; No steel to steel, No virtue of thievery, To steal regardless; Complacence unjust;
Aria Rozo
2017-08-28 03:53 am
The coming winter should mark the death of my love, yet there is nothing to kill. For her unspoken words burn deeper than sunlight, light The Eclipse could not seal. The torrent is relentless Shakened, awake is the sea A sacrifice asked of fate For every victory Yet I've lost And so, you, I've won only for the smallest of eternities
Gord
2017-08-10 12:17 pm
Me? I once found love, It made no difference, They all forget to sub, And I made no income. A marriage valueless, The class clown flubs; Bell rings and we run, Fighters embracing, They man up, Fast t'was. Master of the gun facing Castles of his virtue, Backs still to the sun; Sacks filled with their cum, Save slaves of ignorance, To every man is worthless. Except when smoke burlesque, And living on canned shrubs. Maybe it should be, unless, You buy conqueror's seed, Then smoke it bluntly, with cannabis, sunglasses on;
Gord
2017-07-13 01:16 pm
Past tomorrow I see no lecterns. The horse speaks, lack luster, Words worthless, and everyone taking pictures; Girls wet as many pitchers, Barn doors close windowless; Blissful peace again, Silencing planes overhead, Standing tall as clouds, Power small as a child, Foreign tongue, power bottom, University educated, Now you've got 'em. Maybe whispered tomorrow, Today lives in industry, Claws large as the gut, Staged imagery for one; Paper mimicry of a doll, Feigned apathy of a sun;
Gord
2017-03-28 12:00 am
Forgone lectures, Postponed letters, Now apropos, Lessons to a horse. Lesions and sores, Plague of the bed, Everyone to lye in. Pleasure center torn, Smash that like button, Feel at home.
Gord
2017-03-22 12:00 am
Sitting on the curb, I see nothing, Fondling opportunity, So I say nothing. The rainbow melancholy Probably of nobody, Probability muddied, Elite in discussion. Procession of remedy, Salve of urine, Bandage of gold, Who heals a beast, Of legend told? Behold the pale horse, Final legendary colt. Leaving our houses unsold, Every bed unmade, Sheets still folded.
Gord
2017-03-08 12:00 am
Only tragedy of the pen, Everything self penned, Self authored. Cherishing the gift of god, but with silent laughter. Floating dynasty upon the water, Field my dreams, take my island, Let me spend my days a wander, Looking for your prodigal child, With no time for spectacular novels, Cobblestone violence or love chided. Machiavellian influenced religion, Post irony, Post music, Long, long, into the future. Where no human exists, Only Nature.
The Sophist
2017-02-20 12:00 am
Read It? Ask Me Everything I'll push Gord higher on the swing Taking pictures Drawing them "Oh, Well" Is the way it is Leave comments on my everything Really mean them I'll take pics Screenshots If they're jokes or kind Or if young Will would crack at it Backlit scriptures Cherishing The lols The LMF-ing our A's off And the rofl-ing Sun sets daily Raise the pen Draw more Take another pic I'll call the piece Gord in the park I'll post a link That's my art The Post How I package it The reason that I'm drawing pics Writing poems Sharing them Have you seen it? Draw it differently Your art can be some savage meme If you want it Empathy Feel It? It's a personal thing
Gord
2017-02-14 12:00 am
Handsome men play Diablo Two. Getting keys forever free, Looks alone topple trees, Fire will forever consume. Millennials play Diablo Three, Pay to play, stay for free, Books alone could stand true, Everything better, Diablo Two.
The Sophist
2016-12-28 12:00 am
Bird sings low Everywhere it goes Solo Volume decreased Old Crow can't hear Intricacies Flyin' from old notes Higher than most tho Song ain't loud Used to be Bird's quiet Crazy Speaks Feathers in beak Live Vibes to the beat Heat Released Birds flapping their wings Squawking their beaks Bending their knees Leaving their feet Lotus grows pink Cutting through deep Low melodies Low sounds of the songbird Played on repeat
Gord
2016-11-09 12:00 am
Dreams aloft, desires of the sky, She dreams for me clouds and rain, Misplacing my characters, Rewriting their pain. Then chastising me again, What is their trade? Perhaps destined by fate, What is their patriotism made of? What happens with the sky at night, Do clouds disappear and birds not fly? Do the stars not shine? Does the moon guide, Even if forgotten by society, Too ignorant to find it? It stays aloft, as my dreams and desires. And she keeps for me only mockery, pity, conjecture upon a lectern of pure disdain, Judgement passed by the clouds and the rain, For everything she dreamt of she was. And everything I evade.
Gord
2016-07-19 12:00 am
A cold man prays for food. A fed man prays for heat. The rest pray obsolete, Needing very little. Pittance and a needle, Praying a life discrete. Peering through sheets, Never seeing sunlight, Only what cannot be, and the divine.
Mary Steffen
2016-07-03 12:00 am
Times of your life Tomorrow a new day You may slice things with a knife You have your own say Always forgive Do everything to live
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