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TOM HIGGINS

Extra Terrestrial Wisdom

The wise ones

Looked down

Upon the Earth,

The first one thought

"Is it worth

Going down there

To show them how

It's possible to live

Together in the now

And build for all

A future strong?

Then he thought

"Nah, it'll take too long,

Firstly I'd have

To be prepared

To teach them

How resources

Can be shared

Equally so all

Have enough

Without life having

To be so tough

For so many

Throughout time

It really is a terrible crime.

Anyway they won't listen

Too many want

The stones that glisten

For which they are

Prepared to kill

This creature, man

He has free will,

And with it he

Will always strive

For power over

Everything alive."

The other wise ones

Thought " we too

Agree with every thought

That you

Have clearly put to us

Just now

And our combined wisdom

Can't work out how

We could ever do

The things it would require

To rescue man

From the deep,deep mire

In which he finds

Himself now sinking

Because of his serious

Dearth of thinking."

Tom Higgins 25/04/2015

SUZAN MOORE MCKIE

In Honor We Stand

We stand in perfect silence but hear the cry

Of lost loves lament and pain for souls that die

No words of praise, I'm sorry will you hear from me

I mourn and rage and wave my fist at War's evil vulgarity

I ask this please, let only compassions flag be unfurled

I pray for peace and common sense for this war-torn world

I speak these simple words of peace with bated breath

That no more innocent souls will face a gruesome death

But here I stand before the flag and bow my head

To those who fought and died for freedoms they said

With Aussie courage, they faced enemies rapid fire

To save the world from hate and a forecast future dire

They marched side by side through pain mud stench and flame

I salute your sacrifice and life for in your name we know no shame

I see your weary souls marching on side by side in darkest night

Drum of heartbeats as the bugles call to gird themselves to fight

Suzan Moore Mckie

SUSAN O'REILLY

SUSAN O’REILLY

ENSLAVED

He took it upon himself

to teach her right from wrong

He took it upon himself

to whip her strong

He told her regularly

where she belonged -

at his feet

he had her keep house -

nice and neat

She took it upon herself

to kill him slow

she knew right from wrong

and he had to go

She kneels regularly

at his grave

sad to see she’s still his slave

STEVEN W. BAKER

STEVEN BAKER

OF ALL THAT IS SEEN AND UNSEEN

Well...maybe not ALL!

But I have written about much of the "seen"

So even though Sam Johnson

Might assert that the other does not exist

I often feel compelled to try to find it.

When I visit a Montana ghost town

I'm not thinking of ghosts

I'm imagining the place full of people

Noisy and happy and living their lives

Gone except there for me.

Scientists seem surprised that we dream

Stories spun of memories and fantasy

Yet I'm more amazed that dreams waking end

That the creation of all the reels and reels

Stops the moment our eyes curtain open.

But maybe the dreams always flow

Perhaps there is some part of our minds

Where the invention continues as ever

Only overwhelmed or overlayed

By the less subtle movies of "reality".

Let us not forget that brightest day

Is simply night with the addition of light

Isn't the darkness really with us still?

Held in abeyance just out of sight

Undercover not removed from existence.

If you have ever altered your consciousness

Perhaps you have observed how things

Can flow and weave into each other

Not held separate by our unwavering attention

Is everything chaos or rigidity or something between?

Then there are those of whom I think

First among them those whom I love

Who are not with me by death or by choice

Or by those circumstances that control

The destiny of who might be and where.

Still, they abide with me wherever I go

Though they remain invisible to observers

The ones I feel the most are often the ones

Most impossibly lost

Who can never truly stand with me again.

And though some resist its mention

What of the unseen mind of God?

Perhaps it is no less real than all the unseen

Past and dreams and forces and spirits around us

Awaiting discovery by those who are of the seen.

STEPHEN MCGUINNESS

We scaled a wall

a monument.

You pulled me

to the ramparts

to safety.

I had frozen

at the top

in fear.

We sat in a bar

drank beer

you spoke so

much like before

questioning, demanding

more, quickly

as if time was short

not to be wasted.

The street held

only us and

your friends, scattered

in groups, talking low

nodding, raising a hand

as we walked.

Your family thanked

me for coming

while you stood

behind me, then

at my side, smiling

with long hair

to be pushed

out of your eyes.

I don't recall

a goodbye.

When I awoke

you were still

a long time dead.

I had to force

myself to remember.

For that moment

when sleep still

flooded my mind

I believed that

we had spoken

one more time.

SHEILA ANN ANDERSON

PAINT YOURSELF

Submerse yourself

In joyful colors of life

Forget about the pain

Heartache and strife

Take out your soft brushes

Use many colorful hues

Paint yourself with colors

And take away the dreary blues

Life paired with sunny colors

Can lead to many glorious things

For when we remain optimistic

Our canvas is bright and starts to sing

We all can quite simply

Help paint all of mankind’s path

So go on, get out a blank canvas

Smile, and be prepared to laugh

Sheila Ann Anderson

SHEENA M MOSIER

SHEENA M. MOSIER

I MATTER

Hey, I matter. I deserved to be loved
by someone and to be their primary
option.I am tired of being pushed
onto the back burner, as if my
feelings don't matter.

I can be very forgiving and patient
when I choose to be but even someone
like me, gets tired of being rejected
or treated as if I don't matter.

Call me psycho or whatever, I don't
care. Either be with me or not. No
more of trying to pull me back in when
I have already walked away.
I am not an option, I matter.

Zest

There was something about her that drew him to her.

He loved the fact that she was a very deep thinker,

even at times when he could not keep up with her.

She had a vitality and a zest for poetry and life

that he knew he would never be able to fathom.

Maybe it was how the light in her brown eye's

turned golden, usually when something popped

into her mind for her to write about.

When her poems were sensual and romantic,

he loved what it brought out in her and in their

relationship.

With love, lust and passion, what more can

a man ask for?

Sheena M. Mosier

SANDEE CHARLZ

HEARTS FORBIDDEN WISH

Here I am dearest

Alone in a paradise we owned,

Everything around I see, is a reflection of your beauty..

While tracing the letters

That spelled your name

The thought of you came fresh to me,

It was just like yesterday,

When love was sweet,

Oh, so sweet it was!

That I could wish it last

But fate's been cruel

For our sacred love was sinful..

Your smile that used to please me,

Your hands that I love to hold,

Now only exist in my memory.

The night you said goodbye

How it pained me and wounds still fresh and bleeds.

''Leave my love and never look back''

''Its forbidden too we know''

Those words, I reminisced

On that night as you turn, walk away and slowly fading on my sight.

I was left here alone w/ nothing

Than 2 treasure the remnants of our broken dreams

The night is cold & empty,

My heart wishes for you to touch me..

Did you sometimes spend

a moment in our past?

When you're alone and free to dream at last?

My pure hearts been wounded, tortured by fates cruelty

Wishing the love that cud never b free..

SABRINA WADSWORTH

THE BEGGAR

I was at rock bottom

The day that I met you

My life was such a mess

I didn't know what to do

I said, "keep your distance

I'll only bring you pain."

You told me that I won't

Only happiness we'll gain

I gave you all I had

Sick, depressed me

A month of saying no

Still became a we

You were so determined

A future you were sure

In love with the challenge

Thinking my depression you could cure

Well, darling, you did it

You dug me out my hole

You gave me motivation

Revived my heart and soul

I turned my life around

For me and for you

The day I was ready to give you my best

Was the day that you were through

Told to never beg

But for you my knees are bleeding

I thought I knew you loved me

Just one more chance I am pleading...

Sabrina Wadsworth

ROMEO DELLA VALLE

I am afraid to fall asleep

For I will dream of you again,

But, by staying fully awake,

I can't avoid thinking about you!

In my desperate quest

To find the fountain of forgetfulness,

I found myself drowning instead

In a reservoir of sweet memories

Which keep me trapped

Between two worlds,

One of a naked reality

And the other of pure fantasy,

A real agony, described in simple words!

Now, here I am, alone

Trying to delineate the boundaries

Of my fragile destiny,

Singing the same old song

Because I still love you

And you are the only one

Behind all my poems!

Romeo Della Valle

New York City

ROBERT WILSON

"STONEWOOD FOREST"

I sat under the

peach tree in those

days, watching

the sun set on my

bandaged home while my

mom chain smoked on

the porch. I would glance at

the girls playing

kickball in the cement circle

that was our block and

butterflies would get stuck

inside my ribcage. I knew I

didn't have a chance with

any of them when they would

drill degradation into my

ears but I didn't care.

I was young and

hope burst from my

pores, even when disease

and funerals tried to

hold it back. Sometimes I would

play with the child next door

or my best friend. We

were all alone in the

throes of that

suburban malnourishment. I

haven't seen the kid next

door since I moved and

my best friend has

cancer. Me? I'm just

a fool writing about

buried days. These poems

peel from my

fingertips like the flowers

that were on my bedroom

wall. I still see the old

neighborhood sometimes in

my dreams, it's love and

filth perfectly preserved. I

want to go back

there. I

want to

set it all

on fire.

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