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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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10/18/2017 09:18 AM
A Lost Love Poem
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Poetry and the Muses Part 3
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10/03/2017 09:31 AM
Mahakavi Subrahmanya Bharathi,The Great Tamil Poet Recognised As National Poet: A Brief Introduction
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Poetry and the Muses Part 1
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07/22/2017 11:45 AM
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06/08/2017 09:03 AM
The Hidden Pain of Love
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05/18/2017 09:07 AM
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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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01/05/2017 12:02 AM
The Workaholic
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Your Silver Tears
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Lost in Fog and Other Haiku
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11/21/2016 11:03 AM
Short Introduction to Poet Robert Frost
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10/05/2016 11:14 AM
The Influence a Good Attitude Could Have on Productivity
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08/23/2016 08:52 AM
A Walk With A Wise Old Man
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08/19/2016 11:42 AM
Living Again: Some Micropoems
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08/16/2016 10:11 AM
Selected Haiku
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08/08/2016 07:41 AM
Krishna Srinivas: Quest for Reality
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08/04/2016 08:21 AM
Squawking Democrats
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The Use of Simile in Revelation of John
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08/01/2016 09:53 AM
American Insomnia (In Poetic Prose - A Requiem for America)
Has it occurred to the reader, how many civilizations has been irretrievable lost-? Buried by social upheavals with subsequent relapses to savagery? Because of the loss of morals, law and order, violation of one's Godly values, or for not having any values! Rome, Babylon, Troy, Zimbabwe, Russia, China, North Korea, Venezuela, Cambodia, all of the Middle East, would we delve its ruins, they will come up short... Cities, and then countries. Soon to be Globalism, and the Antichrist running the show! We look for rusting mechanisms for dispute, add some doubtful data, dogma, such as no one can decipher, leaving our old friends like Israel, for the Bulls of Bashan- I assure you this is not probable but certain: the very history of America in the near future, will become more or less legendary- That is to say: no longer predominant, or widespread... If indeed it remains on its current course. Yes, I am a speculative thinker, along different lines of thought. We are now seeing the use of illimitable, illegitimate power through concentration, by our leaders!
07/25/2016 12:41 PM
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day
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07/11/2016 09:26 AM
A Study of Brown Penny by WB Yeats
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06/29/2016 10:05 AM
Poetry Review
Writing of a review on a poem is an individual process. Nevertheless, there are several rules, which are recommended to be kept.
06/22/2016 04:17 PM
Our Beautiful Planet, Earth, the Heart of Life for Humanity, Worthy of Our Love and Care
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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!
06/09/2016 07:36 AM
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.
06/09/2016 07:30 AM
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
The article deals with the use of the musical element in poetry. It says that musical aspects turn collected meaningful words used to express something into poetry and that music has historically been associated with poetry. The article also suggests the new poets about how they can acquire the skill of fusing music in their poetry.
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.
05/02/2016 04:19 PM
Dancing in the Dark, Vexing in the Light
A 101-line poem of love. Heartbreak, denial, blame, reminisce, struggle and realization. Dedicated to Christina Perri, my golden woman with a million tattoos.
04/21/2016 01:39 PM
Writing Poetry: How to Write a Poem That Will Engage Your Reader
Poetry is such a fascinating and multifaceted aspect of creative writing; it is an expression of life coupled with the imagination. Writing poetry can be as simple as a few well placed words that rhyme or it can be a complex arrangement of lines, stanzas, and rhyming patterns. Once you have a good understanding of the wide range of techniques and styles available, you can craft your own unique expression of life.
04/20/2016 02:45 PM
Bring Back Fun In Marriage
Ego clashes between spouses are omnipresent. We need to learn diplomacy for harmony in the family. It is easily said, but almost impossible to achieve. In Western societies, there is a simple solution - divorce. In Oriental societies, the spouses carry on with their unhappiness for decades, as divorce is still a taboo, in society. Here is a case study of a well settled couple with 4 decades of married life, and is still searching happiness.
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
We do not stand in taverns sharing epic news stories in the form of poetry. We go online and lay it out for the world to see and to do with as they please. Often with little or no recognition, praise or compensation. The brave will create blogs that put their hearts out on their sleeve and self-publish wonderful works of art.


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