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ROCK ‘N RUSH – Promote Yourself

Outside, I’m a rock;
Inside, I run like a clock;
Tick, tock, tick tock;
Yet, my heart won’t mock;
The traveler has found her dock,
For my love stands strong, as a rock.

With a rush, I blush;
His black, curly hair I brush;
No, it’s not a crush;
Still, I won’t gush;
I speak with a hush;
And I communicate with touch,
For in love there’s no need to rush.

Wendy Shreve

If I Lived In A World With Less Pain…Promote Yourself



If I Lived In A World With Less Pain….


I Would if I Could

I am Joy and I want the world to know,

What I would do if this were so.


If I lived in a world with less pain, this is what you would see.

A world filled with less struggles and strain, aching to be free.


I would be a voice that does not go unheard.

But instead be one of distinction to serve,

A community of people with better places to go

In their provision of care that exceeds “the pain world” we’ve come to know.


Pain as it is, with treatment that works.

Not pushed or stereotyped merely because we “irk”,

The professional that thinks we all are the same,

Prescribing a drug that has the same name,

Even if our conditions are in different range


If I were this person this is how it would be,

You could hear my voice but you can’t see me.

Because if I was in less pain I would be free.


Free to live with less struggles and despair,

but with a greater hope to overcome obstacles I can bear.


Free to speak without feeling ashamed

of the world I now exist in with the devastation of pain.


Free to choose a doctor that will openly listen to me

and not place me in the same category.


Free to live out the goals I so desire,

without constantly feeling

 sick, weak, or tired.


Free to be the person I was created to be,

to live out the purpose that was predestined for me.


With more strength than I now have that would carry me through, a life filled with courage and hope anew.


If I lived in a world with less pain “I” would be,

the person behind the door you cannot see.

The person longing, waiting to be free.


Free to be Joy. Free to be me!


I do hope my poem is selected and appears on your site. It would be an honor because my greatest desire is to share my voice and these words with the world. Please note: the door represents the person you can hear but cannot see longing to be free!
Thank you poetreecreetions
  by Joy D





He is aware of your individual problems

He knows the heart of each individual race

He knows the struggles and difficulties

That all of you have to face


The stones that now cut your feet

As you tread the path of light

Were the stones that He trod?

As He fought for what was right


He comes to raise you from confusion

Let the spirit enter the temple of prayer

To be in unison with all brethren

Allow His energy to surround everywhere


O gracious Spirit we pray to be attuned to your power

Humbly giving thanks to those we cherish

We ask that the light of God

Comfort all those souls that perish


The key that unlocks the door to heavenly mysteries

Lies not in mans mind but in his light

Truth is simple it is hidden from powerful intellects

But it is revealed to those with spiritual sight


The greatest mind is ever humble

You will find it in those that are wise

Humility is indeed the most important virtue

This allows you all to see through God’s eyes


You are living in an age of knowledge

And the mysteries of heaven will unfold

For he will empower his followers

And permit His stories to be told


So to all those that are still searching

Not sure were you should start

Just ask for His love to enter

Your mind, your spirit, and your heart

Malcolm Bradshaw

Muse – Promote Yourself














She’s the reminder that my journey is never over,

She shows me that there’s always one more hill to climb,

one more sea to cross, one more adventure waiting,

She’s the wind I’ve chased around the world,

She’s the light I’ve chased from the promise in the east to the goodbye in the west,

She gives heart to my words and words to my heart,

She’s the voice that says “Keep running… there’s so much more to see…”

Ken Clench

Waiting Princess – Promote Yourself

(Imagine a Princess, an extremely beautiful one, waiting at the balcony of her palace in the early hours of the day)


The king sits on his giant throne,

Not knowing you’ll come for me

Through the deadly desert all alone,

Past the fields and the lonely tree.


I hope you arrive before the break of day

To take me out of the palace unseen

By the guards till we are farther away

In the lands where few have ever been.


The doves flap the air aloud,

And come racing down the street

To land on the garden around

The pond that drowns all desert heat.


The sky tells me you are on the way

Halting once near the frozen lake

Since that’s where we usually stay

And till dark midnight lay awake.


Oh Praise Dear Santa! Praise the Lord!

I hear the wedding bells ring in merry

When in comes Daisy panting hard

To tell me about the news in a hurry.


“The King is preparing, my Princess!

And I reckon your love was spotted”

The Princess’ heart broke into pieces

As she fell to the ground and fainted


(Her love is a farmer by profession. Imagine accordingly)


By then her love was at the fields

Following her familiar scent southward

With a winning will that never yields

And true love that only draws forward


He could hear a faint flute sing

A melancholic tune never heard

When he knelt to pick a golden ring

Shiny, soft and stunningly weird


He marched the final miles tired,

Exhausted by the steep rocky slope

Mounted on a horse he’d hired

To be caught by the soldiers’ troupe


The Princess wet her father’s feet

With tears till her eyes went red

The King could only hear the beat

Of war drums, for the captive had fled


I’m R. Gowtham, a hobby-blogging Indian. I blog at

Suggestions and criticism will be accepted and appreciated.

My Time – Promote Yourself







My Time
That moment
That time in life
Where time is life
That unique time
Where there’s too much time
Or not enough things to fill it.

That time
When you have all the time in the world
And all that time’s for keeps
That bit of time before it’s no longer yours
Before your time is theirs…

That special time
A treasured time
A time filled with possibilities

A time when you don’t keep time
Because at that time
It’s time
To say this time’s mine
This is my time.

Jade Anouka (UK)

twitter: @JadeAnouka

The Inner Fire – Promote Yourself



The inner face of life sinister,
The surface sweet minister.
Destroy the evil face down,
Rise your destiny’s crown.
Desire what you desire,
Let your inner man fire.
Dark fears light, disappears.
Let the fire ash the blackness.

 Robert Ahanes
Country: Iran

PEACEFULLY IN LOVE – Promote Yourself



One thing, then another,
There’ll always be something,
Where then can one find peace?

She had found her peace though,
In the loudest of things, as lousy as that was,
But that alone gave her solace.

No one had told her the real meaning of ‘peace’ yet,
So she knew the concept only vaguely,
But instinctively interpreted it most aptly. Appropriately.

So to her, noise was peace,
And peace gave her the frame to love,
And love made her a better person. PEACEFULLY IN LOVE.

– Stuti

Regularly expressing at: “

Every Ending Brings A Renewed Beginning – Promote Yourself




The year’s shell sheds, midnight nears,
preparation of time’s metamorphosis begins.
Knowing soon, reign shall cease,
packing away memories gathered, reliving them privately in peace.
Reminders of joy, laughter, and glee,
remnants of melancholic sadness linger behind.
Glancing towards the clock, awaiting time’s passage,
sighing wistfully, over inevitable change.
Midnight chimes, a door swings open,
momentarily blinding the concluding year.
Filling the doorway, bright like a shiny new penny,
stands the New Year, come to claim its rightful place.
Prior year stares enviously, taking in the unmarred, untainted beauty before it.
Positivity,optimism, glowing from New Year’s core,
beacon of light, cutting through the darkness.
Cordially, like passing ships, each acknowledges the other,
passing the torch, abdicating the yearly throne, to end 2013.
2014 unpacks its baggage, preparing for a year-long stay.
Silently the previous year departs without another word,
the world begins anew, fresh captain at its helm.

 Jennifer L. Roche

Try As We May



We are one

In each opportunity

Life ahead

Is a situational release

A declaration of unique testament

Outside the lithograph

That medium’s design emotive

Of our responsibility

Glance across the room

Conversations continue casual

While sunlight piques in afterglow

Questions arise of

Karma – regret, delight – response

A new design of willing restoration



We interact

As active participants

A freedom moment

Ordinary reactions

Howsoever the truth decides

Our plan forward; future

Fortune creates commentary

Now we will reflect past motives

While through this space

Our action is a constant happening

Life might reveal an eternal


Prepare our positive peace

Upon our human soul


We recognize now that next year is on the floor

Proceed sweet with that love we made known before!

Thom Amundsen 2013



I see nothing but your glowing face,
Across our decorated dinner table,
Under a moonless starlit sky,
In the backyard of our ancient house.

In that pitch darkness,
Comes a star falling,
As if to see you, celestial,
Dining with a mortal.

The rain comes down
To gives us a fleeting visit,
Bringing with it the smell
Of wet mud and wet hair.

The wind whispers the most
Private of secrets from your heart
Secrets I already know
And secrets you’d want me to.

As you tuck your hair behind your ears,
Your eyes call out to me silently
While the farm horse surrenders to sleep,
I blow the last candle off.

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I will spend New Year’s Eve
I will not eat anything sweet, like leftover Christmas
I will not watch “When Harry Met Sally” because I’ll have a
I will smile when I hear revelers as they stay up
I will not go to parties which I know are a
I will toast the New Year with champagne, a kiss and “Come What
I will treasure each moment of the
I will wish only peace for those unable to
And toast the future with my love, my soul
Wendy Shreve
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