New Perceptions

New Perceptions

 

My life today is from decisions once made

Resentment and Rejection has been long over-played

The secret to life, I've yet to find

Learned to speak the truth,

What's on my mind.

It is what it is; I've made an effort to be found,

Keep my head outa my ass, and my feet on the ground

To have many friends as never before

In some ways we all can relate

No one to judge, or even keep score

One of my newest friends is full of joy

She makes my heart flutter, better play it coy

Having her in my life today is ultimately cool

Don't do, what I used to do

Treat her with respect, don't act a fool

I'm not so accustomed to being so shy

I guess I’m intimidated to death, because she’s so fly ;)

I don't know if my heart is playing tricks

Does she feel the same way?

Or am I just bad with my picks

Either way don't lose her as a friend

My heart can be fixed, but not as easy to mend.

So many common interests, that we share

Many of the same likes

Lots more conversations to soon be paired

This girl is so special, sparkling eyes of brown

her smile itself, lifts me off the ground!

My mind twists things, could it be what it is

Can't trust my feelings they've been wrong before

Do I have a shot, or is it none of my biz

Take it slow; build a relationship that will last

Something usually skipped, don't relive the past

Arggg... why can't i get her outa my mind

Writing this corny poetry

Prettiest of smiles no need for refine.

One day at a time, let God run the show,

Things will work out, this I know!

by:  Gregory Smitheman

His Body, Long and Lean

His Body, Long and Lean


His body, long and lean, lounged against the bar.

Smoke smoldered from his lidded eyes

He beckoned with his look --

-A piercing sear with unrequited lust.

I understood his gaze.

 

His legs lent themselves to touch-

Such sinuous, sensational sentinels.

I saw his jeans stretch across them and linger

Taunt and beckoning.

I understood their yearning.

 

What chance our encounter?

What coincidence of time and space?

What would I gain -- or loose to run his race?

To leave my world behind and bend toward his?

I understood the risk to be taken.

 

The muscles on his chest and arms beckoned me

Come hither, taste and savor.

Urgency evident in his stare -

- Entreated me to share

I understood the question asked.

 

Circumstance and happenstance

Conspired to assign our tête-à-tête.

He suggested fate had signed our meeting

and we should take the cue. I do.

And leave without him.

by: A. Gagliardi

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Words

WORDS

 
So many words just floating around,
like spectres on the prowl.
Pick a handful and see what's there,
Slowly open the fingers son none will escape.
The one that gets away may be the one you want.

Make sentences out of the floating words:
paragraphs, essays, and books. The
choices are unlimited: the words are free.
If there is one you do not want--
turn it loose.
It may be the one I need.

 

By: Mary Jo Holder 

Now It Doesn't Matter

 

 

Now It Doesn't Matter

                                    

An orb of iridescent light

striding off into the dark of night
Glances down at the spots on the

ebony cloak it has donned tonight.    

Some specks of cosmic dust is all,
so small as not to matter.
No time to pause and flick them off,

It will have to wait til later.

Each insignificant little speck,
in it's own elliptical path, felt
smug in thinking it the leader.

The atmosphere around their world

neglected for so long
was to be their biggest downfall

The cloak is shook, the specks are gone.
Now it doesn't matter.

 

By: Mary Jo Holder

The Cracked Window

The Cracked Window

He peered through the grimy,cracked window.
The cracks--an intricate spiderweb pattern,
let him view the world through many eyes,
each view distorted and no two views the same.
The same scene-- different perspective.

His view dulled by the grime on the window,
colored his world a washed-out array of
water colors. Once vivid and new--now a
hazy, smudge in his eyes.
The same scene -- different perspectives.

By: Mary Jo Holder

Yoda's word for the day

Yoda's word for the day

Calm is the way of the force,
peace is the way of it is,
always in motion, completing its course,
perfection is the goal of this spirit.
 

Learning its will, waiting until
the force speaks, the mind is but an ear,
looking not back, but forward, be still,
for your ally is here, do not fear,
love is the way of it, always one is harmony.
 

Together are they, do you not see?
Can they walk together unless they agree?
Use the force, take hold of your destiny.
Consider the force as the door to eternity.

Darryl William Crawford

Alpha Rhythm

Alpha Rhythm

As the two become one
Together counting every season
In a give and take relation
Living life to the maximum
Like dedicated musicians
We rehearse every session
With only one intention
To behold every reason
Love is the highest invitation
Much stronger than emotion
Much deeper than thee ocean
Nothing can top love's expression

Darryl William Crawford

A FRIEND IS FOREVER

A FRIEND IS FOREVER

A moment of silence, 

no need for

advertisement, 

a hand stretched forth,

without judgment of course. 

There is no

place for pride, 

where a friend resides,

some secrets are shared, 

to only those

ones who care. 

Love is the evidence, 

so we can not pretend this pre-tense, 

a movement of the soul,

each desiring to make each whole. 

Forgiveness is nothing new, 

this isbound to keep us true. 

A cry is never a surprise, 

when you realize your true prize,

that you have a friend, 

who loves without

end. How do you know who is your friend?

TIME will tell you, 

always. 

Truth comes out boldly, 

on any topic with friends, 

knowing that their secrets are kept inside. 

Lies appear when fear is present. 

True friends FEAR NOT, 

this is our evidence.

Darryl William Crawford

TRAVAIL OF A FROG

TRAVAIL OF A FROG

"There were two frogs.
Planned to enter a dwelling,
In quest of some eatables.
 
There was a big milk vessel,
In front of the rear door,
Of that sweet home.
 
The houseowner was waiting for,
The fermentation of the boiled milk,
Inside the vessel.
 
Both the frogs,
Being unaware of this,
Just jumped into the vessel.
 
The first one decided,
Its very arduous to escape,
And died without proper breathe.
 
But the second frog had the grit,
To fight against,
As far as possible.
 
By its frequent shake of the vessel,
Fermentation quickly happened,
And the butter floated on the vessel’s top.
 
The frog just sat on the butter,
Came to the vessel’s top,
And,atonce jumped out. "
 

By: R.AARTHIKA From India