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Leaving Adam – Promote Yourself

Eons advance and pass away

Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die.

Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky,

Adam pointing at the twinkling specs~ named the brilliant ballet

 

So, following mankind up the mountain,

And ascending a rocky path~ we embarked.

My feet followed his upward, to where the sky arched.

His staff pointed at the heavens; it filled me~ as a refreshing fountain

 

An advocate of The Father of Man, I desired what he sought

Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest

Confidently I abided and affirmed his every request

Even wore his belief’s~ I did just as he taught.

 

One day, dared I asked Adam, the man of science

How is Eve today?

And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only to pray.

“Deceased, she is,” he answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance.

 

Man of Science, I spoke so boldly

At the mountain top; we stand

The stars, you named, and held, in your hand,

However, love you murdered, so coldly.

 

This day, I choose the divine mother

Her love, that first found me

Therein the warmth of a welcoming spirit~ illuminates she.

And, today, I accept non-other.

 

So, progressing and moving towards her;

Over, the cliffs of doubts and hopes

Rapidly grabbing for her hem, I aim.

Because after considering Adam’s pain

There in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor

I choose faith, that which, I cannot see. 

©2014 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved.

JACK FROST

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The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.

He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o’er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.

And now you cannot see the hills
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;
But there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.

Rocks and castles towering high;
Hills and dales, and streams and fields;
And knights in armor riding by,
With nodding plumes and shining shields.

And here are little boats, and there
Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;
And yonder, palm trees waving fair
On islands set in silver seas,

And butterflies with gauzy wings;
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;
And fruit and flowers and all the things
You see when you are sound asleep.

For, creeping softly underneath
The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.

He paints them on the window-pane
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in your dream.


by Gabriel Setoun

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Surpassing Understanding -Promote Yourself

spooky_cemetery 

When someone difficult dies,

How do you say goodbye?

I remember only lies,

My eyes remain dry.

 

What do I mourn,

What was or should’ve been?

Get beyond the scorn,

Rid myself of sin?

 

I need an answer

Much more bigger than me;

Hate spreads like cancer,

Love sets us free.

 

Each day we wrestle

Will never end all strife,

We’re just the vessel;

Love gives us life. 

 

John Northcutt Young

https://johnnorthcuttyoung.wordpress.com/
http://amazon.com/author/youngj

Bohemian Trance-promote yourself

A silent wind – Promote Yourself

The air and it’s clouds

Wispy wonders that flow through the air
Or bubbly blobs that move here and there
Cirrus and Stratus an unlikely pair
Whilst Cumulonimbus brings rain and despair
 
Up in the air there’s a candy floss land
That no-one can touch with a regular hand
Try as they may, try as they might
Most of the clouds come out late at night
 
Then one day, from out of nowhere
Came Cirrocumulus bibbly bubbly everywhere
He flew up and down making mackerel sky
How wonderful did everyone cry
 
Then as the night came, our bobbly friend
Whispered away the early day clouds
Waiting for sunrise to come over the land
He looked at the watch he kept on his hand
 
Drifting away he closed his eyes
Dreaming ’bout a wonderful surprise
As Cirrus did go, Stratus did come
A lovely time, oh what fun
 
By Erin Holmes and Mollie Smith(both aged 13years)
(02/07/12)

A candles flame, – Promote Yourself

 

candle

 

A candles flame,

Dances in dark,

Casting shadows upon a wall,

That seem to tell a story,

From end to start.

 

I lit this candle for you

And whispered a prayer.

By the candle’s glow,

Prayed for your soul.

Just like you’d want me to,

Just as…

For others’

I’d seen you do.

 

But I’m not you

And I must now reject,

Most of the things,

You taught me to do,

When your thinking,

had gone askew.

 

I’ll keep the best from you

And leave the rest to die,

Along with you.

 

I couldn’t bear to look at you,

Laid out,

With the painful smile,

They imposed on you.

I didn’t cry,

You wouldn’t want me to.

 

You weren’t there,

Just a shell,

But your spirit,

hovered over my head.

 

I thought it strange,

That then and there,

I showed no emotion.

One dead fish,

Floating upon a vast sea,

Still a part,

Of a mysterious,

Deep ocean.

 

I choose to remember the best,

Like how you taught me,

To tie a tie,

Or tie my shoes.

How we walked,

Hand in hand…

Or the first time I heard you weep.

 

On an island all alone,

trapped in a castle’s keep,

Your fear became my own,

By proximity,

infused,

absorbed.

 

What inheritance?

What dna?

What genetic signature?

Now…

To display?

 

Your pseudo strength,

and machismo,

behind a mask of fears.

I absorbed them well,

but there was something more,

something you knew deep inside,

but you rarely showed

and I barely saw.

 

You always said,

Something changed,

The day I was born.

Held me to a higher standard,

Set your hopes on me.

Placed me on a pedestal,

Of which I’d not felt worthy.

 

The burden was too great for me,

content to be happily,

ordinary.

tried my best,

to stay out of sight,

below the radar,

of God’s shimmering Light.

The damned,

only come out at night.

 

As a child
you became blind in both eyes,

And a miracle surgery,

Before it’s time…

Restored your sight.

 

Raised in an orphanage when your father died,

In a hurricane threw his body over your’s to shield you,

And lost his own life, to save you.

You grew bitter and resentful,

Jekly and Hyde,

I saw both sides,

We all did.

 

Sometimes the Jekyl,

seemed well worth the Hyde.

You were extremely hard on me,

On all of us,

Sometimes seemed,

Merciless.

 

But I learned in time,

Where true Mercy rests’,

Learned through trials,

Learned through tests,

That God always knows best.

And things are never as they seem,

In the reality,

Of the Living Realm unseen.

 

It was,

What it was,

I’m freed to Love,

By Love,

Freed to forgive.

 

Solely because,

Of what Jesus did on the Cross.

 

Healing the rift,

Bemoan the past?

Or freely accept,

A most freely given,

Precious Gift!

 

I choose Jesus,

I choose Life.

 

 

In the end,

You embraced the Lord,

Took some time for me

to be of the same accord,

Christ embracing you,

In Our Father’s arms,

My Father,

Is now my brother,

In Christ.

 

The candle flickers,

Blinks out,

A fragrant,

wisp of smoke gently rises.

 

 

Rest in Peace Father/brother

 

 anthony gomez

God Bless.

“Toy Like Mornings”: – Promote Yourself

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THE RING

ring
 
The ring that he gave her was only nine carat gold,
For that was all that he could afford,
But to them both it was only a symbol of their love,
For she was the one he loved and adored.
 
If he could he would have done better,
Would have given her ring that was diamond encrusted,
For she was the true love of his life,
She was the one that he really trusted.
 
As they grew older he gradually became richer,
Then he offered to buy her a twenty-two carat gold ring,
She said she preferred to keep the one on her finger,
For to her that ring meant everything.
 
A twenty-two carat gold ring would be of more value,
But these was no way that it would ever be the same,
The ring reminded them of the vows they had made,
On the day he had given her his name.
 
He had put on her finger the day they were married,
It had been a most wonderful day,
That ring had been a symbol of their undying love,
And on her finger it would always stay.
Ron Martin

Halved Strawberries – promote yourself

 

straw

I slip my lip.

He writes “Your lips taste like strawberries”

to tell me that he has no tongue.

I scrape the kisses from his neck

and mold them like clay

into a berry

and bury it in my garden,

wondering if puckered lips grow on trees.

He writes “Your garden sprouts like leaves”

to tell me that he has no eyes.

I press the infant fruit to his neck,

where kisses shrivel into my hands.

He writes “Your berries chill like ice”

to tell me that he has no nerves.

He bites the engorged strawberry –

chews,

swallows,

– as I whisper the recipe for jam past his ear.

He writes “Your recipes soothe like lullabies”

to tell me that he has no ears.

A mound of freshly picked strawberries

rests in a large, round bowl on my table.

Months or weeks pass before

I dip his hands in the strawberry vinegar,

the seeds repelled in a slow wave to meet

a white ceramic rim.

He draws his hand toward a pad of paper,

and lays an outstretched palm in the center of the page.

He does not write,

and he does not taste,

and he does not see,

and he does not feel,

and he does not hear,

and the smell of strawberry wine lingers like an urchin on his skin.

Zane Johnson

 

 

Her – Promote Yourself

pearlxxxxx

She kicks me cos she likes it
She pokes me cos it’s fun
She finds it fun to taunt me
Each and every time she’s won

She doesn’t like emotion
Whether from her or me
And though she may not think it
She’s stronger than I’ll ever be

She’ll be teasing me incessantly
She’s got a few things to say
Like screw you or telling me that I suck
A few times through the day

With the hard shell of an oyster
Inside she’s a pearl
She may kick and tease me, or say I suck
But I wouldn’t trade her for the world

Matt Hodges, 17
http://issomethingthematter.wordpress.com

 

SIGHS – Promote Yourself

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..walk
..see
..smile
..talk
..love
..feel
..misunderstand
..run
..cry
..patch up
..fail
..let go
..move on
..live
..go on
..love again
Fritz Dacquigan
See my original post here http://xoxofrets.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/sighs-2/ 🙂

Cold Night – Promote Yourself

knight

She stood in the middle of the street,
Picturing the ruins of her life
Unable to move her feet;
Unable to see the way forward
Pushing down all her emotions
Delaying the inevitable,
And wondering about prohibited notions.
Grasping desperately to keep hold but slipping away…
In the cold she feels lost
The spark draining from her ambitious eyes
Being punished and paying the cost
Of the sins never committed
Now she stands alone, ready to fade away
Ready to be gone… without having her say
 Grace Linton

Insomnia – Promote Yourself

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Midnight Silence.. 
covering dim table light 
Sour Cold February Night 
Sky Brust into Worries 
Tick Ticks of Clock Sticks 
Lightened my Eye blinks.. 
Lying on Bed 
Suffling myself around; 
under wrapped warm blanket 
I cannot avoid those sounds. 
Screams Of my Failures 
untamed voices of my Dreams 
Echo of these heart beats, 
Today , Everything .. 
Not letting me to sleep.. 
I Can feel the fear 
but dont want to express 
I am afraid of loosing myself.. 
My efforts are my hope 
nervousness of coming deeds 
making everything uncomfortable 
unresistable , unexplainable. 
nothing will change, 
untill I write my Success
 to overcome this age,
 with sunken eyes..
 Filled with Insomnia.. 
 
-Atul Shukla 
 
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Into Darkness – Promote yourself

 

Here are three poems from my published book, Into Darkness: Short stories and Whatever Vol. 1. 
 
Into Darkness: Short Stories and Whatever is a series of weird literature that includes short stories, flash fiction, poetry and one chapter excerpts from five actual novels. The series will be compiled as ten volumes which will culminate as an anthology. Each volume will have different types of short stories, different kinds of poetry, mental notes and flash fiction. Each volume will also include one chapter from five actual novels that will progress with each volume.
 
Author’s Bio
José I. Quiñones is a current college graduate who currently sails through the murky waters of our troubled times. Since day one, he was been an avid dreamer. It was only until recent times that the idea to write down his vivid fantasies came to realization.
He sat down in the depths of his man cave and cooked up many ideas. Every night his nightmares would come to reality and trouble him on the white digital canvas that lay on the screen of his laptop.
He sat there typing away while the storm brewed up hatred and darkness in the distance. The horizon turned blood red–signaling the dawn of a new era. It was a new beginning–it was the inception of an idea that slowly grew inside his mind, eventually eating at him with every word he typed. He finally immersed himself into his very own story–never to know the difference between reality and fiction.
 
fallenapostate.wordpress.com
 
I Fell So Deep
I fell so deep into a well
Filled with tears and tales
Of lonely summer nights
Of burning fire flies
But only found stories full of lies.
I sought you in my dreams
Searched and searched to the unseen
Went to places where you had been
Until I stumbled upon your grave
And knew I had arrived too late.
You
I approached normal yesterday
Went out and smelled the hay
While the rain in the air it laid.
I saw the sunshine
I smelled the turpentine
But couldn’t find my valentine.
I thought myself a little lie
About a time we once died
Before I awoke in a brand new sky.
I sought the end of days
Covered in purple haze
I dashed through the maze.
I felt you full of hate
Up at night, so late
Pondering about your fate.
 
Suicide
 
Complicated thoughts
Really hard to understand
 
Stupid to follow

Just listen! – Promote Yourself

listen 
 
Just listen! I won’t tell you any wonder
Your issues with feminine gender
And belief that women only hinder
Are but bigotry wrapped in anger 
 
Just listen! I won’t tell you any wonder
Be cool and don’t lose your temper
Why don’t you pause and ponder
And see women’s luster and splendor?
 
Just listen! I won’t tell you any wonder
Think of your roots and first ancestor
And how all of you get a successor
Certainly, there’s always a great partner
 
Just listen! I won’t tell you any wonder
You certainly have a grandma and mother
And maybe an aunt, daughter or sister
Think how they made your dreams broader 
 
Just listen! I won’t tell you any wonder
Scroll through history with a wise cursor 
And sail into the wide blue yonder
You will see you had the wrong number
 
Just listen! I won’t tell you any wonder
Your chauvinism and attempts to murder
Her ambitions, creativity and ardor
Just strengthen her and boost her willpower 
 
Just listen! I won’t tell you any wonder
Be honest! Are your claims a mere blunder?
Seek truth deep in you or any further
Don’t you think it’s time to surrender? 
 
© Chaouki M’kaddem
March 6th, 2014
 

Chaouki M’kaddem
Senior EFL teacher,
Ministry of Education, Tunisia

Black Holes – Promote Yourself

black hole

 NASA says the reason Black Holes exist is because

So much matter is squeezed into such a tiny place,

Making the gravitational force so strong even light cannot escape it.

They say this can happen when the star is dying.

Stars can die when they run out of hydrogen fuel.

But what if the stars don’t just die because they don’t have fuel,

What if they are just too lonely out there in space?

Maybe they feel like they aren’t understood.

What if the stars collapse into themselves because they are tired of expanding?

Reaching their arms out to black, everlasting darkness.

Maybe they collapse because they’ve given up.

Christopher Poindexter once wrote,

“We are the scientists trying to make sense of the stars inside of us.”

If this is true, are we too going to one day collapse?

Become tired of reaching out to black, everlasting darkness.

Will we become so scared that we will try to take everything important with us?

“Matter, squeezed into such a tiny place.”

Will we not let light escape because we are tired of always being left alone in the dark?

_______________

Thank you for giving me this opportunity!

I look forward to your response. 

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