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

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 

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

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

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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Long Road

Long Road

Smell of freedom still in my mind
I’ll use this time to sit back & unwind

Certainly not visible what the future will hold
I know when I get out it’s sure to be cold

I missed my birthday & surely Halloween
But I’ll be home for the thanksgiving scene

It’s only September 12, some time to go
Use my time wisely, and got some writing to show

I talked to my mother, the first time in a while
She told me she missed me and that made me smile

Can’t wait to go to her & see new things
Have a mess of sodas and grub on some wings

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Drizzling Rain

DRIZZLING RAIN

 Once on a Cloudy day ,
With the choppy thunder ,
And with the flashing Lightning ,
 

I saw you …I saw you….
Once on a Muddy day ,
With the sandy scent ,
And with the tapping windows ,
 

I felt you….I felt you….
But , On a Sunny day ,
With the prickly climate ,
And with the itching sweat ,
 

I missed you….I missed you….
YOU Drizzling Rain !
Whenever I feel alone,
You fell down here,
To cheer me up !

 By: R.AARTHIKA From India

Don't Worry

DON'T WORRY

"When it portly rains,
Don't worry!
 

Your Friend is there,
To hold your umbrella...!
 

When its late in the night,
Don't worry!
 

Your Buddy is there,
To show you a torch-light...!
 

When trouble troubles you,
Don't worry!
 

Your Mate is there,
To trouble the trouble...!
 

When someone makes you cry,
Don't worry!
 

Your Pal is there,
To wipe your tears...!
 

When anyone deny to lend you an ear,
Don't worry!
 

Your Comrade is there,
To care and share...!
 

When "Death" approaches you,
Don't worry!
 

Your Ally is there,
To make it "dead"...! "
 

 By: R.AARTHIKA From India

MY LUSTY FRIEND

 MY LUSTY FRIEND


"When everyone discouraged me,
You discovered faith within me!

When everyone tortured me,
You showed a torch-light on my path!

When everyone back-stabbed me,
You stood as my backbone!

When everyone tested my ability,
You trained me accordingly!

When everyone knocked me down,
You guided me to achieve my goal!

Whenever I dreamt about “grave yard”,
You changed it as ” sculptures “ !

You Lusty Friend,
I can never face failure,
Till you are near! "

By: "R.AARTHIKA from INDIA"

Dark Side

Dark Side

I hate the way you are, the way that you walk
Don’t need a reason to cut your tongue, prevent you to talk

I’m a mean mother you have no clue
I’ll bust up your mouth leave you barely to chew

You don’t know me, I’m not your friend.
My guns drawn, just around the bend

I’m the most feared foe of all
Break your knees, leave you to crawl

I’m the worst person to have around
I’ll cut off your fingers, let them lay on the ground

Just when you don’t expect anymore
I’ll slit you up, bleeding crimson on the floor

Don’t leave me a choice to mess with you
I’ll leave you in pain, and this is true

Dissect your brains, eat them like a cannibal
Can’t you see, I’m a ferocious animal

Take a minute before you judge
I’m the last person you’d want to nudge

I’ll come swinging back like a renegade
Just to cut you in half like a samurai blade.


Horror Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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VOICE OF THE FISHES

 VOICE OF THE FISHES

"Away from the polluted landscape,
Parallel to the eternal blue sky,
Inside the deep mighty ocean,
We started our lives !
 

Like that of mortal humans,
We don't have any caste or criteria.
We don't have any religion or region.
We don't have any battle for languages!
 

These mortals attacks the terrorists,
Who enters their country,
To abase the Nation,
Or to kidnap great Leaders !
 

But,we dont have,
Any rivolvers or riffles,
To kill these humans,
Who slay us down for bread !
 

There are many to weep,
For the death of humans,
But, who is there?
To weep for our frequent disaster !
 

We too have kith and kin,
Just like the mortal society,
Who are Bumped-off by them for research
 

Just for the sake of name and fame !
Hey, human society,
Please allow us to live,
With all our fellow species,
Giving the marine back to us !"

By: "R.AARTHIKA from INDIA"

VOICE OF UNBORN FEMALE

VOICE OF UNBORN FEMALE

"I am so glad,
To enter the planet earth,
To see my parents,
And,to play with brothers and sisters..!
 

I am so blessed,
To live in planet earth,
To get Nature’s care,
And,to admire stars from my terrace..!
 

I am so pleased,
To enjoy in planet earth,
To play with my pets,
And,to get a ride on those cattle..!
 

Alas! am in dismal,
To get into planet earth,
Afraid of those heartless doctors,
Who end our lives,before the birth..!! "

By: R.AARTHIKA "India"

Shadow Preacher

Shadow Preacher

I met this guy who I dubbed the “Shadow Preacher”
He was very wise and also a good teacher

He was one with God, the ultimate contender 

I Listen to his words, he was a smart mentor

He’s been down the road I’m about to travel
I heeded his wisdom, to help unravel

He showed me the choices in front of me
Exclaims “Take your time & choose wisely”

By the way time is on your side
Read some scriptures, and in God confide

Learn a great lesson, take it to heart
For jail is a dreaded place, you’ll soon depart

I always keep in mind the words of the preacher
After all he was just trying to be my teacher.

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman




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Endless Torture

Endless Torture

Stuck in a small room not knowing your future
Moved from place to place in a mindless torture

Friends you make along the way
Some set free to go on and play

Others put in dinghy  holes
Life ahead, full of plenty tolls

Rounding the next corner, you hope for the end
Just to find out you’ll be confined again

The corridors are all small and cold
The paint on the walls, over forty years old

Of to the final spot
Where given three hots and only a cot
After all, this will be your final plot

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


Also if you liked my creativeness check out my graphic design portfolio for some of my own awesome graphics designed in Photoshop. 

Psycho

Psycho

Sometimes I go a little ballistic
A couple notches past twisted, mad and sadistic

I swing my bat at the top of my game
Hit you in the head leave you, breathless in pain

Conscious and aware now, you reach for the phone
I break your are, feel the crack of the bone

I have to reason or shame for the attack
The room begins to spin and go black

My heart beats so hard, thumping and booming
My mind a blur, don’t know what I’m doing

Take out a knife and begin to slash
Crimson spills to the floor as I twist and thrash

Screw mind over matter, I’m crazy and psycho
The temperature of my blood, seventy below

I’ve turned into a cold blooded killer
Want to feel my wrath? Make it a thriller?

Horror Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Mom

Mom

I write this poem in acknowledgment of my mother
The one who will always show me love like no other

She’s always been there through thick & thin
Bloods thicker than water, no matter where you've been

When everyone leaves and turns their backs
It’s time to change your ways, time to switch tracks

Ma Dukes is the one who showed me the way
She gave me a second chance, to be here today

A mothers love is something special
It has no strings and is never conditional

Never forget that no matter what you do
Your mother will always be there, to comfort you

With out her, who knows where I’d be
She showed me the door, and gave me the key

Turn the page, start a new chapter
I look forward to her love every day after

Your mother is more than a friend
She’ll be there with you until the end

A different kind of love, the love of a mother
I hope my mom knows how much I love her

Love Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Dinners for Sinners

Dinners For Sinners

I wake up every morning at five thirty
Not because I’m grimy or dirty

But because the man yells chow
It’s not even food, but hell I’ll eat it now

Then after I eat I’ll go back to sleep
I wish I could do so for at least a week

Next time for I will wake, it not to be opposite a steak
But a shitty shank tray, with out even some cake

A little while longer, I sit, read and ponder
I wait to eat some more and let my mind wander

So here comes the last meal of the day
I wish the cooks to be fired, sent far away

For the food is utterly disgusting
Later to be on the toilet ass a busting

After sitting on the royal throne
I’ll try to go to sleep as I did once at home

This IS the life of an inmate
So value you life, don’t break your plate

Jail Poetry
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Feeble Attempt at Serenity

Feeble Attempt at Serenity

The intense light keeps me awake
Sunlight not a problem, but these are fake

Loud boisterous noises pierce my attempt
Pull the cover over, hardly a sound proof tent

In my own little land
Oblivious to what’s going on
Thinking out load pen in hand

I continue my writings pen to paper
The letters & words building a sky scraper

Use my concentrations to feed my brain
It’s the most useful method to hide my pain

For now I’m contained to this little house
Noisily I fill this paper, with ink I douse

Although on the inside played like a pawn
Once I get out, I know it’s on
To live my life free, is where I belong

Inspirational Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

The night is Christmas eve
St. Nick will be here,
or so I believe

We wrapped the finally gifts
Patiently we waited,
for Santa in shifts

Gather with family to sing Christmas cheer
Drank eggnog for once
 rather than beer

Yule log burning with urgent desire
We snuggle down with friends
To get close to the fire

We made a tray of cookies for Santa
An apple for Rudolph
Whispered “Quiet! Did I hear a someone cough?”

Finally we went off to sleep
In hopes of presents
We may keep

With visions of toys dancing in or head
We couldn’t wait for morning
To get out of out beds

Morning came quickly enough
But waking mom and dad at five thirty
Was awfully tough

We got started opening our stockings
Little by little we tore into each
Looks on our faces very shocking

So Santa had eventually came
In the middle of the night
Left us presents by name

And to everyone who reads this
It’s my pleasure
Have a wonderful Christmas


Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Four Seasons

Four Seasons

As summer to fall
Come crowded beaches & all

From hot to cool
Goes to an empty pool

Trees turn bare
Crisp clean air

Flowers will die
Snows in endless supply

Grounds covered in white
Changing seasons a delight

Cookies being baked
Only for other to sample & take

New things come alive
Spring times a wonderful surprise

Showers from up above
Set free a new born dove

From winter to spring, come summer & fall
The world is great, four seasons and all

Short Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


Also if you liked my creativeness check out my graphic design portfolio for some of my own awesome graphics designed in Photoshop.