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                 THE GIFT

Early each morning in a fresh country setting
I awake to the warmth of the sun's first glow,
as the smell of innocence creeps through an open window
while trailing close behind is the sound of new life.

The weight of the world does not yet exist,
as I gaze at the day's light of life with a familiar grin,
I see her children reaching out for nourishment
through the early morning mist.

Not a care in the world has, thus far, possessed me,
no rational thoughts have yet intertwined
within the quiet depths of my mind.

I close my eyes,
to envision in my mind
the wondrous gift of the new day
that HE has in store for me to see,
with great anticipation I look for a sign,
but when it comes to perfection 
it will show itself....all in good time.

Chris Hare (c) poetic_joker@yahoo.com

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THE UNTOLD STORY

It's a story
Not often told
About the heart
And the soul
It often tells
The human side
Our conscious
We must abide
It's full of laughter
And pain
From which there are lessons
For us to gain
It's the truth
And nothing but
Sometimes a little honesty
Can leave an awful cut
But when the story is complete
We'll all know
The weapons we have
To fight our inner and outer foe.

Shioney Dillon (c) Shioney.Dillon@dol.state.ga.us

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THIS TOO IN REMEMBRANCE

This too in remembrance,
        Of moments thought to last.
Yet now lay in the vineyards 
        Of soured broken glass.
This too in remembrance.
        Of icy glacier stares.
Now lain to rest on the lakes,
        Of those who once cared.
This too in remembrance,
        Of half-truths and inherent lies.
Where bodies once together marred,
        Reach now for clouded skies.
This too in remembrance,
        Of hearts joined by blasted pain.
Circular motions of tenured falling grain.
        Creatively stifled that which was once sane.
This too in remembrance,
        Of whimpering malice of mind.
Pulling through the old magic,
        Once held closely as thine.
This too in remembrance,
        Of compressed decomposition of thought.
Where whimsical winged tears
        Flow now quite overwrought.
This too in remembrance,
        Of lush horizons now lavishly lost.
On the maze of cracking winds..
        And the price that misery now cost.
This too in remembrance,
        Of birds singing in lone fields.
Where new seeds now sewn.
        And old wounds finally heal.
This too in remembrance,
        Of sanctioned light of the moon.
Where feelings once silently lay,
        Now diminished..oooh too soon.
This too in remembrance,
        Of widespread poverty of the heart.
Where lean embracing kisses.
        Now flavorful forever departs.
This too in remembrance,
        Of embers of faltered flame.
Burning through biased new beginnings.
        Now exposed to finally reign.
This too in remembrance,
        Of reflective tranquil disguise.
Piercing through the darkness,
        Of eyes shut now open wide.
This too in remembrance,
        Of evolutionized new birth.
Rekindling departed laughter,
        And revisiting mother earth.
This too in remembrance,
        Of naked love once so sweet.
Now an Erie desolate village,
        Of a journey incomplete.
                        THIS TOO IN REMMBRANCE

Gloria Ware (c) gware01@lanier.com

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           LONGINGS

you wonder why I hate you so much
it’s my reaction to your touch
the way you held me close that night
my body didn't want to fight
but I could not submit to pleasure
I needed someone I could treasure
you and me of course we knew 
that I could not make love to you
we had a small complication
potentially a sticky situation
I could not indulge in your passion
I couldn't go out in that fashion
well at least not again
because your lover is my best friend
I learned that lesson hard and fast
a shameful memory in my past
when a friend became a lover
we had to keep it under cover
I will not travel that road again
despite your heat against my skin
and yeah, I think you're kind of cute
but you still can't knock my boots
and that's why I can't stand your ass
you're dredging up memories of my past
making me feel things I had put aside
but I had to try to maintain my pride
the passion quickly turned into anger
but the heat from your touch continued to linger

Damaa (c) poetsong@africana.com

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              INSPIRATION

You are the finding, beyond all the lost
You are the richness, no matter the cost
You are the gray, between the white and black
You are the gain, in what I fear I lack

You are the light, at the tunnel's long end
You are the calm, when my short fuse may offend
You are the peace, when my mind is at war
You are the excitement, when the world is a bore

You are what I need, though at times I know not what I want
You are the discretion, in my sexuality that I flaunt
You are the destroyer, of the damage that has been made
You are the re-creator of the love that I tried to fade

You are the emptiness that lays beside me when I sleep
You are my invisible lover, more than surface, always deep
You are the tears that sadness once always knew
You are the one, in a world where there are few

You are the smile that accompanies the tears I cry
You are the life, whenever this sadness dies
You are the forever, in a world based on time
You are my inspiration, always welcomed in my mind

Jezula (c) Jezant@aol.com

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              DAYDREAM

Often I daydream about things, 
things that steal my thought, 
things that steal my time.
What do I do when my every thought is centered on you? 
I feel lost in a daydream.
I think of the sound of your voice 
as it cuts through the confusion of my mind 
and brings about stability 
in my otherwise upside down life, 
I feel lost in a daydream.
Your voice is a sweet melody of inspiration, 
of encouragement, and of passion,
of devotion, of desire, of love everlasting. 
I feel lost in a daydream.
I look around yet you are not here, 
but the smell of your perfume, 
is transporting me to a world of ecstasy, 
& I see you now when before you were not there, 
I feel your touch when before there was just air.
I look in your eyes and see a fire burning, 
burning with the flame of passion, with the heat of desire. 
I realize now that you are real as I feel your arms around me, 
the scent of rose petals surround us, 
as we embrace in a kiss that has no end. 
Your smooth brown skin glistens with the reflection of the moonlight, 
while your smile is as radiant as the noonday sun. 
Suddenly as I prepare to take you I find you slipping away, 
like a vapor that cannot be held, 
how I long to hold you and keep you forever, 
confessing my undying love for you, 
knowing that my world revolves around you. 
What is it?  What does it all mean? 
Then I realize I was lost in a daydream.

Bishop (c) omega2@excite.com