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Welcome to the Town of Feeling


Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad,Moved in down the streetCautious watched them, from her window,Wondering, which one should I meet?Confused came in with overwhelmed and said,"The Panics have come to town"Then Hopeful called the carefulls,And said that Happy was a clown.Anxious came in with the news,Confident had called a town meetingTo take a vote for Mayor,And to Welcome the new neighbors to Feeling.

A Case of The Fears


Chicken Soup is good for a coldSleep is good for the FluWhen I get a case of the FearsWhat is a person to do?It is not bacteriaAlthough it can eat away my soulIt is not a virusYet, it can keep me from feeling wholeI know what will do the trick,What will put me back on top,A great big bowl of Ice CreamWill really hit the spotThat was great and now I am doneOne bowl just won't doIf one is good, then more is greatAnd now I have eaten two.Bowls three, four, five and sixCame and then they wentI think my case of the fears are fixedLook at how my time was spentI am getting sleepyIt is time to go to bedMy fears are no longer in my stomachNow they are in my headI close my eyes and I can seeThe Fears I want to killI will do, whatever it takesTo keep the monsters still.

I Hate The Wait (Weight)


I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in bedOh, so nice and warmLike fresh from the oven bread.My day is oh so busyI wish that I could stayIn the quiet of my houseIf only I could play.

Why I enjoy Writing?


During interviews and general conversations with the public,one of the most difficult questions for me to answer(timely and thoroughly) is,"Why do you enjoy writing"?So due to the challenge manifested in such a question,I pondered on creating an answer. Many reasons came to mind,but after digesting much"time for thought",I managed to condense my response to three items.

Growing


Growing hurts sometimes;saying goodbye to friends,to things you've known and doneto things you wanted to do. Growing heals sometimesthe shattered dreams and hopesof a life you once knewleading you to a new knowledge of yourself.

Kens Poem


How wonderfully sweet to be a dwellerdwelling on the road of goodbye.Bittersweet tears fall as I thinkof all the places I'll never see,all the faces I'll never know,all the joys I'll never share,as I head for the unknown.

Find the Magic


FIND the MAGICFind the MagicAs you release old bondage Come out of hidingAnd see the starsFind the MagicAs you expose the painLet the tears flowAnd find beauty in your bodyFind the MagicAs you scream from the beatingRun from the threatsAnd feel the warmth of a hugFind the MagicAs the little girl is silencedTold she is too smart for her own goodAnd she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mindFind the MagicAs the ghosts creep into dreamHaunt your daily lifeAnd you meet them at the crossroads and move onFind the MagicAs you drift out of your body, avoiding the angerObserve the separationAnd you join the body temple once again to rejoice in this unique wonderFind the MagicAs you listen to the conflicts andWatch in horrorAnd emerge from the water whole and beautiful in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, teacher and author. Contact her through her web site http://www.

Ocean Heal Me


Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my woundsLet your waves curl and foam on my bodyWash away blood, heal scarsOcean renew me with your powerAs unceasingly you rollGiving strength that's been drainedOcean keep me warmWrap me in your brineCaress me with your tidesOcean disperse my tearsAs they flow in youI cleanse my soulOcean let me grow in your depthsColor me vibrant blue, coral, greenClear = revitalizedOcean your spray anoints meCool and refreshedMy spiritual renewalOcean be my friendHold me flowing in your currentsEver moving, ever changingOcean, heal me.© 1983 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is a researcher, author and teacher.

Bleed


now is not the time to openopen that great door againnot the time to be more tolerantnot the time to play to winnow is not the time for justiceevolution mercy choicesnot the time to pet the puppiesyipping with pathetic voicesnow is not the time for kindnessnot the time for compromisenot the time for loving blindnessnot the time to close my eyesnow for one too many peoplenot that i have gained no goodheart has sown but flesh is reapingtears to mind and wasted bloodnow my inner wolf seeks equalsonly those whose chords can howldeadly whether lone or socialdefending young or on the prowltell me not that you would dieupon the spines of my displeasurelive for me and for you will icherish each cell as if a treasureput me not inside a cagebut roam with me through snow and sunbe by my side or breathe my dustfor i shall bleed again for noneNiki LasherArtist, Writer, and Webmatronhttp://www.kthulah.

Joined


JOINEDHeart beat of manpounding - yet unheardjoined becomes thebeat of a nation.Words of man written - yetunreadjoinedbecomes a proclamation.

My Final Defeat - Fixed Competition


She probably can't remember and I know I can never forget..

You Lost Your Last Gamble and Me


I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who will be your Dad - But if you bluff about a card's face value for too many years you forget you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your original deck - But rather a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..

Its What She Didnt Say


When I hear your voice inside my head it makes me think of you every single day as I fight back tears of sadness and wonder if you're okayMy life is empty without you I wish time would take away the pain but the ache in my heart persists and my simple hopes seem in vainI realize how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and expect you not to hateI don't deserve a second chance to show you how much I care when you needed me the most I know I failed to be thereNow your trust in me is gone forever and I will never have the chance to say I really hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every dayI would give almost anything in life if I could go back to that day and erase everything I said and did to make your heartache go awayWhat hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the absence of these words haunt me each and every day..

My hero, my best friend, my Grannio (a.k.a my Grandmother)


She raised me like I was her own daughter from the day I was born 32 years ago.She loved me like nobody else has ever loved me in my life.

Ive Learned


You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved.

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Take the Time to Write Your Own Poem or Rhyme - Poetry Is Soothing to the Soul, Write a Poem Today
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Love Poems in Sanskrit Literature
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01/31/2017 08:45 AM
Who Is a Poet? Hundreds of Definitions, All Are Beautiful!
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The Workaholic
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11/21/2016 03:49 PM
Lost in Fog and Other Haiku
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08/04/2016 08:21 AM
Squawking Democrats
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06/20/2016 09:51 AM
Cloistered Poetry In the Abyss of Dreams ((The Old Tramp) (Poetic Prose))
He, the old tramp, had found a lost continent. He dreamed a new world. And he had stepped into it, -so long now had he drifted back and forth from it, he had forgotten who he had been. But he mumbled often-to whom might have been listening-"Too many people around, too indifferent, self-absorbed." And so I write of this old man, brief as it is, a tramp I met, and I shall fill in the gaps of his life, which was more his dream world than, what we consider reality. For the old tramp, his dream became reality for him. The more he dreamed, the more it took on an enraged realism. Outside of this dream world, the world to him was ugliness, and foul. "Where truth was, was what people wanted it to be at any given time, and never revealed fully," so he'd mumble.
06/20/2016 09:51 AM
The Charnel Vaults ((A Long-Line Eldritch Narrative Poem) (Poetic Prose))
Should the corpse speak to the charnel heap, what would the corpse say? Perhaps, "All that man is, is of but dust and water, and he thinks he's a big deal?" Or perchance, "In the end, man is thus, evaporable! And that is that!" What would the catacombs say to all this? "Down here it is just cold, drafty with damp walls, with deposits that are rotting, decaying, giving off dead air, and foul smells?" Who's to say, so I speak for them? I think they might surmise, "All the wisdom of mankind can be put into one head, why so many? We need more room!"... Maybe a statement-question might arise: man is but a laden camel that snuck out of the deep dark Edenic vales long ago!
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Paused in Gloom ((After Lucifer's Campaign) (in Narrative Poetic Prose))
Everywhere as God's eyes wandered throughout the heavens, his heart was quaked, sickened, within this nocturnal and un-vernal age and aftermath of The Great Conflict! Lucifer's Campaign, his owlish irony-his thinking! Earth's galaxy, likened to a desert of ebon suns, orbs disorientated, off their axis, out of their original orbits: asteroids, comets, meteorites, all bombarding all of interstellar space at random. An unpeople earth, an earth mown, all in disfigurement. All due to the plight of the hostile forces of Lucifer, his two-hundred million angelic renegades, all had fallen upon this cosmic kingdom like a desert locust, as Archangel Mich'el and his legions fought them, of one-hundred million, and lost, until the Commander and Chief, God's Son drove them off the cliffs of heaven.
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Dwarfs Perdition (Eldritch & Eerie Poetry)
In all of Seventh Hell, a morbid hyper-natural habitat, human remnants live with sluggish plant life, sharing each other's parts in sub-animal thought and activity: with gull and boldness in one heap of an anomalous horticulture of turpitude, and iniquities. All parts being ennui: forked with ears, and tongues, Noses, thews, sways and boles; to an onlooker this world would be thaumaturgy, for its wondrous weirdness, beyond redemption. Inside this pocketed loamy uninterred furrow, in its oubliettes, devil like dwarfs do their grafting of plant and corpse and even live human organisms, assembling fetus parts-sanguine-found in graves, purchased at practicums, clinics; suture one to another, amid repugnant odors, and ordure.
06/07/2016 04:18 PM
Music in Poetry
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05/24/2016 07:16 AM
Can the Writing of Poetry Be Taught?
In our egalitarian and democratic societies we very much hope and want all good things to be available to all people if they have a mind to have them. Indeed, in the world of personal development you can achieve whatever you believe (paraphrasing one of its leading prophets, Napoleon Hill); and we know that poetry is a good thing, so can everybody, if they are taught sufficiently well, be a poet? A large part of my early career was spent on the assumption that it could be done. I was a secondary school English teacher for 15 years, taught thousands of students, and wrote several successful texts on just how to do it. But to return to my central query: they ought to be able to be taught to write poetry, but can it be done? Can they be taught to be poets? Lord Chesterfield said, "I am very sure that any man of common understanding may, by culture, care, attention, and labor, make himself whatever he pleases, except a great poet," which quite unequivocally denies the possibility that a poet can be made, although this is not to say that a poet is born.
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Dancing in the Dark, Vexing in the Light
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04/21/2016 01:39 PM
Writing Poetry: How to Write a Poem That Will Engage Your Reader
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Bring Back Fun In Marriage
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04/13/2016 11:43 AM
For Mama Went Away, You and I
"For Mama Went Away" - No one understands betrayal & distrust from you better than I, When I roar, because I love you, my heart sinks in an empty heaven space. I trusted you not just as a friend but as a Lover, who I'd be much more comfortable with; more than the hard male counterparts I'll never understand, 'cos you're my ma Now you held me high, took me places I would not think of going to, led me to the paths of the stairs, to hitch for you, the pile of...
03/23/2016 11:31 AM
Poetry in the Modern World
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03/17/2016 01:00 PM
Poetry Writing: Tips and Inspiration
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03/17/2016 11:12 AM
Lost Poet Series: John Clare
If ever he were consoled by his own voice, even through loneliness of heart and failure of spirit, John Clare merits the attention of those who, not through pity, but of genuine desire, seek the inner motivations of man. His poetry, strange and wonderful, still remains intimate to those with a solitary moment to spare and his descriptions of the countryside offer a reason to escape.
02/22/2016 08:52 AM
The Bully - A Poem
There he stood, 6 feet tall, All large and strong, In his head covered hood, The bully of Roanoke High, Pompous Bastard, Who does he think he is? His face like stone, Flexing his muscles, Rubbing his fist, Proud as an eagle, He was the King of his turf, Surrounded by his subjects, All following him, like his shadow. Ever in search of prey, Many trembled when they'd hear his name, Or pass him by in the hall, Not...
02/17/2016 09:24 AM
Rhydyfelin Festival of Literature and Laughs
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02/15/2016 07:49 AM
Writer's Block - A Poem
Every so often writer's block visits, my uninvited guest, Hindering the writing process, that usually flows at its very best. Self-doubt creeps upon me, self-worth drags me down, The more I try to write, the larger the paper mound.
02/03/2016 04:32 PM
Voyage To the 10th Planet ((Worlds Beyond) (SF Vignette))
In earlier times one would not be able to explain this adjustable journey with any credibility, and to be up front it has all been kept secret over a half century-plus, upon this reading. Yes, to this date, 2121, A.D., it has been kept in virtual silence, but it took place in the year, 2050 to 2053 A.D., we can call it an old Mystery, renewed: of the 10th Planet, to which it exists in its own personal solar system, with its Paleolithic inhabitants (Neanderthals and Denisovans type, with evolutionary genetic immune genes, perhaps cousins to earthlings). This story you are about to read, has been taken out of the nation's archives, where it was kept for posterity sake, for lost causes, until now. I am the Great, Great Grandson of Dr. D., whom worked at the once Louisiana Space Center, with Dr. McGee, and Dr. Hightower. And this is his story.
02/02/2016 12:50 PM
Through the Needle's Eye
Everyone goes through a phase, from an age of innocence to a stage of formal or informal learning and being in charge. It is in having a fertile mind and heart that we can allow the seeds of maturity to take hold. It is through both good and bad experiences as well as accepting people as they are that we gain new perspectives and real knowledge from every endeavor we choose to undertake. Every single day comes with new challenges and knowledge.
02/01/2016 11:41 AM
Four January Poems
Drama of the Insect (Out of the Peruvian Jungles) The singing of the mosquito is worse than its bite - Should you try and swat him he will taunt the ear throughout the night! The bedbug, is not so unlike the mosquito, or his mate the fly - He will bite you first, then sing his song, and should you try to stop him Beware, he will bring all his friends. They are all long-night intruders, sent from hell!...
01/20/2016 07:28 AM
Zaneta's Story (The Diamond T. Ranch, 1986)
It's been thirty-years, but I remember it as if it was yesterday, the year is 1986, we are at the Diamond T. Ranch, in Minnesota Zaneta is eleven years old, thereabouts. The value here resides in the premise, less important being the plot or progression of the account! It bends the laws of nature, and seemingly for me, orbits the paranormal; but it's worth telling. It was on summer weekends I took Zaneta places, and so as this story is about the Diamond T. Ranch, she was in fact familiar with riding horses, and we'd be bunched up with a group of people, and ride within the woods on old horse paths, and here and there the guide would allow us to gallop up a hill or two. About twelve folk to the group. Zaneta was given a larger horse than normal this day, and a more stubborn horse than expected. And as we trotted along the many paths within the woods, all was well, I and my horse were behind Zaneta and her horse, then suddenly, and abruptly, the lead horse galloped up an incline, Zaneta's horse kicked up and bucked, sprang into a gallop, and ploughed...
01/20/2016 07:27 AM
Inside the Closed World
You don't need to go to the Middle East anymore, Europe has more Arabs and Muslims than they do! I've been to Europe a dozen times, it's not like it used to be, Especially England! Soon someone one is going to strike a match and lit the stove that will roast Europe and America's-attachment! Like the cutting of a thigh and a chicken leg. All because someone in England wants a potential American president prohibited from coming into their country. America will not be force-feed tea, instead of coffee! You do know that happened once before, at the Boston Tea Party! Let me make this clear to the English, in England: Americans are not ready to wash and wipe the feet of the British Kingdom. That is why our football is not like your football. The Islamic world can do all the clapping of hands they want or rolling of eyes and hips with their hairy-chests, and call to their prophet! And the Mexican, can scream all they wish from rights without responsibility.
01/20/2016 07:25 AM
America, The World's Elephant!
America has been criticized for having back in 2005, some 700-military installations throughout the world, in 132-countries. Now, eleven years past, more or less the same! A Nobel Critic in the past decade has inferred America wants to control the world, and its resources (so does China and Russia). This is not laughable, but perhaps there is some truth to it. The standing acceptance of America being the most powerful country in the world is true: even Obama voiced this the other day, in his Union Address. Here is the difference: China overpowered Tibet, Russia will if it could overpower Eastern Europe as it once did and now is taking bites out of Georgia and the Ukraine.
01/20/2016 07:24 AM
Twelve Political Poems
1 Dung pile in D.C. (In Poetic Prose) Escaping the big wigs, And not seeing the humongous dung pile, Obama has built in Washington D.C., Is next to impossible (on a visit) Lest you are blind!
01/15/2016 11:22 AM
A Year Gone By
2015! Twenty-Fifteen was a memorable year. A year of immense anticipation, excitement and great pleasure. I worked with the Word.
01/14/2016 07:31 AM
Barack Obama's Libyan Meeting (In Poetic Prose)
It is in the dead of night, they are talking in Barack's Obama's meeting room of what is being calling a riot! Emphases on the word 'Riot!' He is told he can save them... There are cold embraces: they tell Barack if they don't send in the Seals only forty miles away, its curtains for them, - that, Sevens will be part of the new dead! "It's only a riot," he says. "No," a voice exclaims. "It is a terrorist raid." The Innocent Muslims are crying and kissing, parading about, over the so called riot that is really a terrorist raid. For the last time, a voice cries "Send in the Navy Seals, they want to kidnap Ambassador Stevens-!" "It's not a terrorist attack," is the rebuff back. "The Naval Seals, have volunteered to go rescue the Americans!" yells another voice. "No, they are to stand down!" There is no more to be said. But more is said...


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