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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Elite Publishing's & Graffix

Sorry to break from the norm but I just had to get in a "plug" for my new website.


Come and see ElitePublishings.com; A Tennessee based graphic design firm!

Also we are in need of some more creative poetry submissions! Please E-mail your submissions to ElitePublishings@Gmail.com.  Don't forget to include a picture, prefered colors, and a link to your site.

Thanks,
Smitty

Saturday, August 7, 2010

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 

Friday, August 6, 2010

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

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

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

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

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

Monday, February 1, 2010

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

Sunday, January 31, 2010

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.



Saturday, January 30, 2010

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. "
 


Friday, January 29, 2010

Times of the Essence

Time’s of the Essence

Concrete surroundings, completely entombed
Try to make it past, the impending doom

Nothing left but my thoughts
Time graciously given, not sought

Waiting for my freedom
Consuming the lack of wisdom

You’ve learned your lesson
Life’s not a simple session

It’s the price you pay
To sit in jail day after day

Think about your actions,
Your last main attractions

Or inmate for sure,
For now, but never more


Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman



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Thursday, January 28, 2010

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE
 




Once upon a time,I was alone on a train journey.
Initially,i felt tough.
 

But, i sang a song of my own,
To get rid of being alone,
 

With the aid of my ringtone!
Later,I got a friend,
To love till my end,
Who never allow my heart to bend,
 

Whom the God has sent !
Then only I realised,
The Journey of life.
 

It may be too short or long,
We may reach the destination,
Or meet with an accident
In between!
 

The most interesting journey,
In which,we don’t know,
What happens in the next moment,
Is nothing,but life!
 

Our money and property,
Wont come,till our destination!
Our eminent laptops and mobiles,
 

Works better,even without us!
Our beauty and pride,
Dies,even before us.
 

We must know the magic,
To love every moment,like a kid,
To adore,even the foe,
And to award a pleasingsmile,
For our hardships!
 

A TTR,
named”God”,
Has given us ticket,
Called “Birth”,
To travel in a train,
Named “Life”,
Only to love and dig every second.
 

But not to sit in a corner
At tuff times.
Rather,we must learn,
To smile at the trouble!



 

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