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CHLOE

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ALSO IN LOVING MEMORY

NAN & GRANDAD

MARION

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JOHN MOWLES

I HOPE IVE MADE YOU PROUD

THE SPEECH THAT CHANGED MY LIFE

KEEP MOVING FORWARD

You arent going to believe this, but you use to fit right here, Id hold you up and

say to your Mother this kid is going to be the best kid in the world, this kid is

going to be somebody better than anybody ever knew.

And you grew up good and wonderful; it was great just watching, everyday was

like a privilege.

Then the time came for you to be your own man, and take on the world, and you

did. But somewhere along the line you changed, you stopped being you, you let

people stick a finger in your face, and tell you youre no good.

And when things got hard, you started looking for something to blame like a big

shadow.

Let me tell you something you already know, the world isnt all sunshine and

rainbows, its a very mean and nasty place. I dont care how tough you are it will

beat you to your knees, and keep you there if you let it.

You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life, but it isnt about how hard you

hit, its about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much you

can take and keep moving forward thats how winning is done.

If you know what youre worth, go and get what youre worth, but you got to be

willing to take the hits, not pointing fingers saying you arent where you want to

be, because of him or her or anybody.

Cowards do that, and that isnt you!!!

Youre better than that

-ROCKY BALBOA

WITH SPECIAL THANKS TO INCLUDED POETS

WILLIAM GAYLORD ANN CARRUTH DONOGHUE

RENETTA SERCHIO LYNDA FERRER

MADHUMITA GHOSH GORAKHNATH GANGANE

NEHA SRIVASTAVA MICHELE BARON

JOHN HIRST MITCH CARMICHAEL TASEER GUJRAL PAYAL PASHA

POOJA SHARMA RAO NANDINI GARG

SAYANTAN GUPTA MALAYA ROSES KELLY ROACH MOINAK DUTTA

ANITA ASHWINI SHEA MARZANA ISLAM

SATIN-DESEREE M ARNETT ANGEL MEREDITH AMPAT KOSHY ARCHNA PANT BOB STRUM

MARIO PEREZ SUSMA SHARMA GURRUMAYUM

SANFORD S SHUMAN ANGEL NICHOLS

LAURA GRILLO LAVEGLIA REENA PRASAD FOUQIA WAJID

JENNY LESSING WIGGINS SHEILA, Ms LADY OF LOVE

IULIA GHERGHEI PRIYANKA DEY SANTA VETTURI

KANCHAN CHATTERJEE ELVIRA LOBO

CONTENTS

1. REMEMBER MY NAME 2. PULL ME DOWN 3. BONNIE & CLYDE 20-12 (PART ONE) 4. BONNIE & CLYDE 20-12 (PART TWO) 5. LIFE OF A POET 6. LOSING LOVE 7. DEAR MUM 8. MY BUTTERFLY EFFECT 9. CLOSE MY EYES 10. MY ANGEL 11. SHOOTING STAR 12. OLD & WISE 13. MY ADDICTION 14. ROLE MODEL

15. LABYRINTH LULLABY WILLIAM GAYLORD 16. HELL HATH NO FURY ANN CARRUTH DONOGHUE 17. FRONT PAGE NEWS RENETTA SERCHIO 18. WAITING LYNDA FERRER 19. FOR ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE MADHUMITA GHOSH 20. LOVE TO DIE GORAKHNATH GANGANE 21. NONET NEHA SRIVASTAVA 22. ONCE MICHELE BARON 23. CATWALK CRUELTY JOHN HIRST 24. ETCHED NAME MITCH CARMICHAEL 25. LIGHT TASEER GUJRAL 26. RESURRECTION PAYAL PASHA 27. PATRIARCHY POOJA SHARMA RAO 28. IF YOU ARE TO BE REMEMBERED NANDINI GARG 29. WHERE ARE YOU SAYANTAN GUPTA 30. A RELISH FAIRYTALE MALAYA ROSES 31. JUDGE, JURY & EXCUTIONER KELLY ROACH 32. FOR YOU, MON AMOUR MOINAK DUTTA 33. DEMON ON YOUR SHOULDER ANITA ASHWINI SHEA 34. DECIPHER MARZANA ISLAM 35. A POETS LOVE SATIN-DESEREE M ARNETT 36. INSECTINSIDE ANGEL MEREDITH 37. AT THE BEACH, LEPTIS MAGNA AMPAT KOSHY 38. CHITAA ARCHNA PANT 39. HER NAME BOB STRUM 40. NO POEM MARIO PEREZ 41. IM IN YOU SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUM 42. AFTER MY LAST VERSE OR RYHME SANFORD S SHUMAN 43. TO MY LOYAL SUBJECTS ANGEL NICHOLS 44. LIVING IN THE MOMENT LAURA GRILLO LAVEGLIA 45. POOL OF CREATION REENA PRASAD 46. REPLECTION FOUQIA WAJID 47. REMEMBER ME JENNY LESSING WIGGINS 48. DANCING IN THE RAIN SHEILA KLINE 49. COME, MY FRIEND IULIA GHERGHEI 50. FAME, OH FAME PRIYANKA DEY 51. SHINING STAR SANTA VETTURI 52. OLD LADY WITH HER DOG KANCHAN CHATTERJEE 53. LETS DANCE ELVIRA LOBO

REMEMBER MY NAME

This is just the beginning, this isnt the end, there is no need to cry;

Just promise me you will always remember my name, when you see

a shooting star in the sky.

My doubters are now eating their own words, just hanging their

heads in shame;

I just hope that when I am gone, the stars will spell out my name.

I smile each time I complete another letter, another chance to prove

all of my haters wrong;

I kept my feet firmly on the ground, whilst they have their heads in

the clouds, just like Cheech & Chong.

I write these words with a pen, not a pencil, so these verses will

never have to fade away;

You should never judge a book by its cover, but instead judge it by

what the enclosed verses have to say.

I try so hard to give these letters feet, so that they can stand up on

their own;

So called friends may have turned their backs on me, but these

pages were always by my side, so that I never had to feel alone.

Nobody wanted to help me when I was down, but now I am climbing

so high everyone seems to want to stand by my side;

This pen and paper has always been there for me, catching my tears

of ink when I cried.

These words are my guiding light, drawing me closer to my destiny,

just like a moth to the flame;

I dont write these verses to become rich and famous, I just want

people to remember my name.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

PULL ME DOWN

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Who made you my judge and jury;

This ink is turning into venom, and you are now about to witness the

full wrath of my fury.

Behind your computer you act like Goliath, so I will transform

myself into David, and take you down with this sling;

You tried to stab me in the back, but under this coat hides an

angels wing.

Your jealous rants truly got my attention, but hate me or love me I

will now always remain here;

Maybe you didnt realize I am an English lion, and my brain doesnt

recognize the word fear.

I dont blame you for hating me, I am half your age and I have

already accomplished so much more than you;

I guess each morning your reflection shines back a broken man,

who hasnt had one single dream come true.

I am writing this letter for you in pen not pencil, so no matter how

hard you try these words will now never fade away;

You may be begging for me to quit, but trust me haters, I am here to

stay.

Yes it is true you were writing poetry whilst I was still sucking on

my Mothers tit;

But if I was you I wouldnt brag, as after all those years of writing

your verses are still sounding shit.

I play with these verses the same way I can play with your mind;

How can you judge who has talent, when your jealousy has made

you blind.

I dont send these letters defenceless into the sky, each sentence

has a sting in its tail;

Bitch how can you question my destiny, I was born to do this, I

wouldnt even know how to fail.

You doubters can keep trying to pull me under this watery ink, but I

will never stop swimming, my destiny will never be to drown;

So this letter is in dedication to you,

The little jealous fuckers, who tried to pull me down.

BARRY MOWLES 2012

BONNIE & CLYDE 20-12

(PART ONE)

This is Janet Johnson, I am tired of running, so its finally time for

me to confess;

I promise to tell the whole truth,

Nothing more, and nothing less.

But before I go on you must know my Daughter cannot be held to

blame, this was all on me;

On Sunday the 1st

of June 2008 I took my Husbands life, and altered

my destiny.

As I stare at this blank confession I wonder where to begin,

I guess there is no better place than the start;

For the last 15 years my Daughter & I have lived in fear of my

Husband, who took it upon himself to tear our dreams apart.

His violent temper was fuelled beyond control, as alcohol coursed

through his vein;

Years of neglect and abuse left me with a broken heart full of pain.

I could just about contain my torture, but when I saw the broken

face of my little girl that was the final straw;

She lay there bleeding on the carpet with her Father crashed out on

the sofa, as empty bottles of Whisky roll out across the floor.

15 years worth of red mist descends down across my eyes, as my

Daughter sits there wishing her Daddy was dead;

Like a volcano I explode, smashing the closest Whisky bottle down

over his head.

His piercing red eyes open, he tries to stumble to his feet as he

screams out

You fucking bitches lets go down the river & see if you can both

float;

In the blink of an eye I lunge forward, pushing this broken bottle

deep inside his throat.

Gargling blood filled cries whimper out, as my Daughter screams out

for him to just die;

As he falls to the ground in a heap, I send out a trembling whisper

goodbye.

I stand shivering on the spot, as a tiny voice behind me whispers

Shall I call 9.1.1;

My brain is racing, I dont want to leave my child alone, so I reply

No baby, I think my chances will be better on the run.

She whispers Mom, Ive got your back wherever you go I will

follow;

Just like chicken lickin I felt the sky begin to fall, as a lump grew in

my throat I tried desperately to swallow.

Running frantic around our tiny house, one suitcase for me, and one

suitcase for you;

Thinking back now I wish I had chosen a different path in life, but as

always hindsight is such a wonderful point of view.

My Daughter climbs into the car as I stand at the front door, I cant

help but to look back;

I take a deep breath as I put my finger on the light switch,

And then all I see is black.

TO BE CONTINUED

BARRY MOWLES 2012

BONNIE & CLYDE 20-12

(PART TWO)

Street lights flashing a blur,

Shining through my window screen so bright;

Speeding our way into the darkness,

The skies are now black with the night.

I glance over to the passenger seat, my Daughter is shaking as she

gnaws at her nail;

All I wanted to do was protect my baby, but if being a parent was a

test then surely I am now destined to fail.

Endless roads go on for miles when you have no place to run;

The distant horizon begins to sparkle, as a new day is welcomed by

the rising sun.

After hours of driving we pull up to a small grotty roadside motel;

After checking in we make our way to the room, the first thing we

are greeted to is the god awful smell.

My Daughter crashes out on the bed, I begin to pace the floor as

paranoia engulfs me each time that I hear a passing car;

I peek through the curtains just as the early morning sky hides the

last remaining star.

I sit in a skanky armchair watching my Daughter sleep, as I silently

take off my shoes;

I must have fallen asleep, as when my eyes open my Daughter is sat

at the end of the bed watching the lunch time news.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, as a photo of us

flashes up across the screen;

My mind begins to dissect these regrets, as I wonder what could

have been.

The T.V speakers announce a body has been discovered, which has

sparked a murder investigation;

I am already putting on my shoes and coat, this is no time for a

hesitation.

The motel manager is busy talking on the phone as we run to the

car, desperate to just get away;

In the distance I hear police sirens, just as the sun reaches its

highest point of the day.

Wheel spinning from the parking lot, its just me and my Daughter

verses the open road;

My heart is thumping so loud, as my tummy feels just about ready

to Implode.

My Daughters voice is now trembling as she cries out

Mom, what are we going to do;

I tried to think of an answer, but in all honestly I didnt have a clue.

So this is the life I have made for her, an eternity on the run;

No joy just pain, living in a broken home since day one.

Am I driving in circles, as these police sirens appear to be echoing

out from each and every single town;

This isnt the life I planned for my Daughter, as I see her smile is

now permanently turned upside down.

The sun is slowly creeping behind the horizon,

I see my baby rest her weary head against the window, tonight her

bed will be this car;

I stop by the roadside and look towards the heavens, just in time to

see the night skies first shooting star.

I glance back through the window screen, I do not want my

Daughter to live like this, a lifetime of hiding under a stone;

The wind is blowing through the darkness, I have never felt so

alone.

I get back into the car, this guilt is too much, and if life was a race

then I could never win;

I slowly turn my car around, there is no escape so its time to hand

myself in.

Driving through the darkness until I see the lights shining from the

local police station up ahead;

My trembling hands are still stained, with tiny patches of red.

My car comes to a stop just inside the police station car park, fear

consumes my heart sinking me deeper into my depression;

I take out this piece of paper and a pen from the glove box, as I

begin to write this confession.

I glance over to see my beautiful Daughter sleeping soundly, my

tears build up ready to burst into a cry;

I gently step out into the darkness, as I whisper back goodbye.

This is Janet Johnson, I am tired of running, so its finally time for

me to confess;

I promise to tell the whole truth,

Nothing more, and nothing less.

As I walk through the entrance I glance back, deep down I know

that without her parents my Daughters life will one day be so much

better;

Just then a police officer says from behind his desk,

Can I help you,

And so with a trembling hand, I pass him this letter.

THE END

BARRY MOWLES 2012

LIFE OF A POET

Another poem to finish, another deadline just missed;

Another ashtray to empty, another night spent pissed.

Another piece of paper comes to life, just as another pen runs dry;

Another letter is sent up to heaven, leaving another angel to cry.

Another competition to enter, another email to read;

Another computer crashes, as I sit waiting for this pen to bleed.

Another dream to chase, another night spent working late;

Another book closes, taking me that step closer to my fate.

Another rejection letter from a publisher, apparently its the wrong

time of the year;

Yet another pen begins to fade away, as I try to squeeze out its very

last ink filled tear.

Another hour passes, just as another piece of recycled rainforest

flies into the bin;

Another hater tries to bring me down, making me question myself,

Am I really destined to win.

Another lifetime we do not have,

So we cant afford to blow it;

Another poem has just been written,

And its all about the day in the life as a poet.

BARRY MOWLES 2012

LOSING LOVE

Losing love can happen to us all, you can search for a lifetime until

you find your destined place;

But remember you cannot run from your past, as just one single

memory can picture their face.

We have all heard the line I just want to be friends, but sometimes

that can cause the heart even more pain;

Why is every break up always followed by the rain?

You can beg your love to stay, you can even act like Usher and try

to move a mountain;

If you use your tears to write a letter, you will soon realise how this

pen got the name fountain.

If your life was like a movie could the production still continue

without its leading lady, and number one star;

You can see them shining in the distance, but 93 million miles away

is just that step too far.

Empty promises and broken dreams flash through your mind, as sad

love songs offer another dj vu stuck on repeat;

Its just so quiet when the lights go out, feeling only one heartbeat.

You try to stay awake as your dreams are telling lies, so endless

nights are spent staring at the blank ceiling above;

Most pain now has a medication, but unfortunately there is still no

cure for when we lose love.

BARRY MOWLES 2012

DEAR MUM

31 years ago you gave me my first breath, and I became your

second son;

This letter is dedicated to the lady who gave me my greatest ever

gift, so here it goes,

Dear Mum.

When I was a child I would follow you to every single place that you

went;

In my eyes you were the first angel I ever saw, in fact I thought you

were heaven sent.

I remember my first day at nursery, when I saw them huge doors

close and through the glass you waved me goodbye;

The teachers tried to make me smile, but all I could do was cry.

Pretty soon after I started school, a memory replays of me having

my ears syringed, as I screamed at all the traffic noise;

I have to say sorry for embarrassing you, that time I stole all of my

new class mates toys.

You are the strongest lady Ive ever met, you even had the courage

to take me, my Brother and Sister to another country, following only

your heart;

You had the strength and character to draw a line on your past, and

to build a brand new start.

The years went by so quickly, as you stood by us watching us grow;

I really do love you Mum, I just wanted to let you know.

When we fell down you picked us up, you taught us wrong from

right;

When we cried you held us, as you whispered everything is going to

be alright.

As I got older I acted more like a fool, and I know a few times I

broke your heart;

My life suddenly turned into a house of cards, and everything I

touched started to fall apart.

Truth be known you are still my weakness, I only ever shed a tear

when I see you cry;

You taught me how to write my very first words, and you taught me

how to fly.

You kept all of your children safe, as the years pass you watch on

as we spread our wings taking flight;

All 6 of your children has a destiny, and it just so happens my

destiny is to write.

It was you who gave me the strength and courage to live my life, my

way;

I want you to know I miss you, but my heart fell in love with an

angel, many miles away.

Your Son has finally made it through the darkness, he has at last

found a way to make all of his dreams come true;

But I know I wouldnt be sat here writing this letter if it wasnt for

my Mum, so this poem is my way of saying thank you.

I will seal this letter with a kiss, and sign it from your second Son;

I dedicate these verses to an angel,

An angel who is my Mum.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

MY BUTTERFLY EFFECT

I cannot change the past, but its time for me to sit down and

reflect;

If I went back and changed one single part of my life I wouldnt be

here, its what I like to call, my butterfly effect.

The slightest change in the way you live your life can alter your

entire destiny;

Some people call this fate, but we are all in charge of our very own

chaos theory.

You can try so hard to step off your path, but your destiny already

knew what you were planning to do;

One day it can break your heart, but then the next day it can make

all of our dreams come true.

From the second you are born your life is already planned out on

gods movie screen;

Your destiny already knows your ending, and all the memories you

will have ever seen.

All your small changes and choices sculptured your life, there is no

looking back;

There is no such thing as regrets, just someone who has strayed off

their track.

Fate will guide you to the path you are meant to lead, but deep

down it is your choice which path you select;

You can turn your back on your destiny, but you can never escape

the butterfly effect.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

CLOSE MY EYES

I close my eyes as dreams drift me off into the night;

This page is my pillow, my mind is asleep whilst my pen still

continues to write.

My body surrenders to the darkness, as my brain works in

partnership with my hand;

The ink floods over this blank page, revelling just what my destiny

has planned.

I fall deeper and deeper into my sleeping silence;

These words arent just verses put together, they were written to

give you hope and guidance.

You have written youre destiny, but I do worry that one day your

imagination will just run dry;

These words have consumed youre heart so much, that ink now

rolls down youre cheeks when you cry.

The silent pen moves across this letter, as dreams flow through

youre sleeping brain;

My angels sit up on their clouds reading youre verses, as their tears

fall from the heavens they turn into rain.

Youre destiny has brought you this far, you have nearly made it, but

you have to keep on fighting;

You know what you have to do to succeed, and thats to just keep

on writing.

It was angels who altered youre destiny, giving you the chance to

write your very own resurrection;

You will never stand alone in life, if you look closely in the mirror

you will see angels, standing next to your reflection.

Keep the faith, and one day soon I promise you will get youre break;

The sun is starting to rise now, it will soon be your time to wake.

Its my time to leave you now, as the sun slowly creeps its way into

the early morning skies;

Just try and trust what I have written for you my child, as its now

time for you to open up your eyes.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

MY ANGEL

Our eyes are never closed, its our eye lids that drop like a

goodnight curtain call;

In every mans shadow stands an angel, holding out a hand to stop

you from your fall.

It was only my angel who pulled me back from the brink;

She reached down and saved me, as I was drowning in this ink.

I write so many letters, words from the heart, so that my future

family will never have to miss me;

I just want people to remember my name when Im gone, saving me

a place in history.

I keep swimming, but my doubters are under the waves trying to

drag me down;

But their hatred keeps me moving forwards, my destiny isnt for me

to drown.

This pen moves without me knowing the next word that I am going

to read;

I close my eyes as my angel takes over my hand, and this pen

begins to bleed.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

SHOOTING STAR

My instinct is kicking in and all I can do is write;

Before I was just shouting into the darkness, but now I can

illuminate the skies, just like a shooting star at night.

Dont you dare try to tell me that I cannot make it, these words and

verses can take me wherever I want to go;

I may not be perfect, but at least I have the courage to put my life

and poetry out on show.

When I close my eyes this pen can write its own verses, which I

then copyright as mine;

These words can soar up high just like a shooting star, spelling out

the phrase it is youre time to shine.

Haters doubt my odds of being a success, they try to turn my

happiness into yet another negative grief;

But I know I will succeed in life, I have my faith, my hope and an

unbreakable belief.

Whatever we do in life we all have a dream that we are each trying

to live and save;

These words will still be sealed in ink for an eternity, giving the

effect that I am writing this letter from beyond the grave.

I write in a lonely place, eyes closed so nobody can ever say you

only ever made it because of me;

Fate will push you in the right direction in life, but its only you who

can chase youre destiny.

I have already proved all of my doubters wrong, secretly nobody

ever thought I would make it this far;

I blow a kiss towards the skies, as I watch this letter flash across

the heavens, onboard my shooting star.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

TIME

Our time is precious, no matter how rich you are time is one of the

only things that money cannot buy;

Time is the only thing separating us from a life on the ground, to a

life up high in the sky.

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, then tomorrow today

will just become yesterday;

Time is here one second then replaced the next, as we spend our

entire lifetime just watching our time drift away.

Some people wish time would just stand still, some wish they could

turn back the clock;

Some people never chase their destiny, they just sit there waiting

for the door to their dreams to unlock.

Time can get you through grief, time can even heal a broken heart;

Time can bring you hope, but in the same breath time can tear

youre dreams apart.

The hands on the clock tick past, since the day you were born the

countdown in life had begun;

Even the darkness cannot fight time, each day it has to surrender to

the sun.

After time people are now reading my verses all of the world, Japan

to America, Australia to Africa and from Spain to France;

Its crazy how after some time these words can reach out so far,

when some of my so called family & friends havent even given

these letters a second glance.

We all try to fulfil our destiny, before towards the heavens we climb;

Youre dreams dont have to cost you a thing, except maybe a little

time.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

MY ADDICTION

These words are my life and curse, as the ink itches through my

blood feeding my addiction;

The pen and I have spent so many years together in our prison cell,

writing these letters with conviction.

If my pen runs dry I will use my blood, if my paper runs out I will

start writing on the wall;

This addiction brings back the voices, and when I start writing I

hear my angels call.

Hours are spent in a haze, as a scribbling pen scratches away;

My veins are pumping full of ink, which spells out that these verses

are here to stay.

Searching everywhere for another hit, another letter to give me my

high;

These words can lift me up like smoke, floating away like a

butterfly.

Crouched down in a dark alley way, loading my syringe pen with ink;

The stars are reaching out for me, trying to pull me back from the

brink.

Our critics sent us to rehab, and served the ink and I with our

eviction;

I think I must be suffering from a relapse, as this writing has

become my inescapable addiction.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

ROLE MODEL

I write about butterflies, angels, heaven, space and time;

I may not be the perfect role model, but even our icons arent

always the type of stars that shine.

Our modern day celebrities are what our future children will aspire

to be;

Maybe someone should tell that to Englands captain, the racist

cheater

John Terry.

The child star Macaulay Culkin got arrested for smoking the herb,

which proves that he should have never been left Home Alone;

Even Paris Hilton spent a few hours in prison, before crying that she

wanted to go home.

Tiger Woods didnt just hit a hole in one, in his spare time he potted

9 women from the rough;

Chris Brown thought by beating up Rihanna, his paper gangsters

would think that he was tough.

Ashley Cole is twice the fool, firstly greed made him leave Arsenal,

before his cheating made Cheryl do a runner;

In my eyes he was once a legend, but it just so happens this poet is

a Gunner.

Gary Glitter tried to claim he was the king of rock and roll, when in

reality a monstrous paedophile secretly hid behind his smile;

Bill Clinton says Monica Lewinsky just dropped her pencil under his

desk, I guess even presidents can live in denial.

Wayne Rooney loves his older women, but he dribbled past all the

MILFs, and dived head first into a 55 year old Nan;

I just found out Jamie Lee Curtis is a hermaphrodite, so now Im

confused, is she an actress or actor, a women or a man.

OJ Simpson got arrested before being found innocent, on the charge

of murdering his Wife;

He sat in the courtroom smiling, as hiding in his back pocket sat his

blood stained knife.

George Michael claims he wasnt masturbating in that toilet, he

simply had a hard on, whilst he was having a wee;

Drew Barrymore spent so many years on drink and drugs, but I think

that is just because she missed E.T.

Hugh Grant thought it would be Divine, to get caught with his

trousers down;

A line of crack appeared across Whitney Houstons face, after being

put there by her Husband, Bobby Brown.

Lets not forget about Ryan Giggs, winner of sports personality

of the year 2009, an award that he won whilst he played away;

Only true stars shine out 24/7, no matter if it is the night, or if it is

the day

I may not be the perfect role model, but a true star will always

produce its very own light;

Already written in the skies is your destiny, and mine reads out that

I have a

Destiny to Write.

BARRY MOWLES 2011

LABYRINTH LULLABY

WILLIAM GAYLORD 2012

Grey mist surround me now,

as the gold and amber blue of sky,

threaten to fall on my forgetful head....

I see a face -

Untraceable,

Familiar,

Existing

Extinct......................

Taken prisoner,

Abducted by my own mind......

I feel the touch of silk

as I curl the gold spun lock around my finger,

again and again -

catching the blues and losing it too.....

From the hazy mist

I see berry red lips

forming words I strain to hear -

mouthing "don't forget me"

and in that moment

I remember your name-

the precise moment I've forgotten mine,

getting lost in time again........

WILLIAM GAYLORD 2012

SOUTH AFRICA

HELL HATH NO FURY

ANN CARRUTH DONOGHUE 2012

Truth cowers, undefended,

falsehoods rage, peace upended,

the devil lights his evil torch,

consumes our souls, we burn and scorch,

licked by flames of indecision,

scorned by the righteous, unforgiving,

who dares to stand against the flames?

To wield the sword till peace prevails,

extend the hand to those who fell,

resist the rabid hounds of hell,

intent on tearing flesh from bone,

while Satan gloats on sin built throne,

resist, rebel, defy, revolt,

scream your truth till evil chokes,

fight the darkness with every breath,

choose to live and not regret,

to fall, to bleed yet still get up,

to know your best was good enough....

ANN CARRUTH DONOGHUE 2012

IRELAND

FRONT PAGE NEWS

RENETTA SERCHIO 2012

As we welcomed

you into the

world

the whole town

celebrated too

you're the New Year

baby here

they lavished you

with many gifts

you made the front

page news

beautiful Adriana

laying in my arms

hair so dark eyes

so blue

smiling up at me with

a button nose

rosey red cheeks

dressed in pink

little white shoes my

grand daughter

adriana so cute and

soft a bundle of joy

so warm are you

laying in my arms

hair so dark eyes

so blue

made front page news

the day you were born

we all welcomed you

into our world

little sweet adriana

hair so dark eyes so

blue made the front

page news . . .

RENETTA SERCHIO 2012

CALIFORNIA, USA

WAITING

LYNDA FERRER 2012

I cry at the shore

waiting for you .

everyone thinks Im insane.

Me, the lonely woman standing

every day waiting for my love one to return.

Ships go by I still hope you arrive,

remember you promised that

you'd be back, one day forever.

Even during storms, I await, watching the horizon afar,

while my crystal tears drop in the ocean.

My only company, the sea,

horizon,

sky.

When night arrives the

moon ,

stars ,

who were once our company then,

await with me.

Youre not here anymore,

Im

suffering,

suffering.

Is my waiting in vain, my darling?

I'm aging my hope is dying,

I guess promises can change and

never exist again.

But you told me to trust and believe,

that your promises are never broken.

The last ship leaves

Shipwreck Memories

LYNDA FERRER 2012

HATILLO, PUERTO RICO

FOR ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE

MADHUMITA GHOSH 2012

I walk the paths of eternity

Travelling to the edge of time

Tearing binding cobwebs away

That wrap themselves around my feet

Dropping breadcrumbs on the way

To keep busy the birds of prey

There blossoms a rainbow

Out there somewhere...

I promise to bring it

For all you lovely people.

For all you gentle people

I walk through shadows numberless

Crushing withered brown leaves under my feet

Counting the sapless helpless sentinels of the woods

That wait to burst out in flames

I spread my wings to hide the sun

Wring my heart to squeeze out drops of dew

To see the moist woods weep tears of joy

For all you beautiful people.

I climb up the hill in the clouds

To find space for you

Which I shall never occupy

But dust and scour

Polish and gleam

For you to come and go as you like...

The see-saw will not be a balance

The two sides are now in a plane

Joy is in the up and down

As you know all you sprightly people.

I am god

It is I who created

And the same I who destroyed

Creator and destroyer

Shall I preserve it now

In a dancing gleeful brook of tomorrow

For all you lovely people.

MADHUMITA GHOSH 2012

CALCUTTA, INDIA

LOVE TO DIE

GORAKHNATH GANGANE 2012

Not blessed me with thy touch, kiss and love

then do at least this.....

take a dagger and stab me in my bleeding heart

I would die in peace

convincing myself,

at last you did something to me.

GORAKHNATH GANGANE 2012

INDIA

NONET

NEHA SRIVASTANA 2012

Let's make love, kindle that lustrous moon

Some gentle move with some soft touch

Be it naughty, be it wild

Twaddle twattle madly,

Effortless, sinful,

Lustful, soulful,

Passionate,

Candid,

Love....!!!

NEHA SRIVASTANA 2012

MUMBAI, INDIA

ONCE

MICHELE BARON 2012

Once there was time for reflection;

couriers relayed missives of occasion

and of the unfolding of life,

and poets wrote crystalline lines

of death, love and dreams,

and the world paused for prayer

according to the old Laws.

Once reflection was time to consider

occasions of import

and life as it blossomed and unfolded;

and poets wrote passionate lines

of love, dreams and death,

and the world paused for old Laws

according to sermons and called forth with prayers.

Once time was reflection of consideration,

occasionally important,

often just friendships shared in a life;

and poets wrote lines warning of war,

change, and dreams, death and love,

and the world paused and questioned

Laws, sermons, prayers, and life.

Once occasion for reflection

passed;

life erupted,

poets wrote but few read

of war, dreams, and death

and the world sobbed

as people prayed and fought for life.

Once webs changed time, reflection immediate,

poets wrote of puppets, epic kings,

texts, revolutions and peace

while the world bought its laws

paid for prayers

and blogged of life.

Once there were dark ages, now there are dark times

occasional threats now are constant;

poets write of any and all manner of things

and the news shows it all in full color;

our world and its laws falling prey to convenience.

Once occasion is past, reflection is useless

poets once read for their rightings

of dreams, death and love,

look again to lost prayers.

Once if we learn peace

poets and the world might share dreams, occasions, prayers,

freedoms and life

once if we learn

we have a prayer of poetry, of life

once if

poets

MICHELE BARON 2012

RABAT, MOROCCO

CATWALK CRUELTY

JOHN HIRST 2012

glossy mag's - micro models

manic 'it' girls and B - List celeb's

all conspirators to 'girl-slaughter'

starvation - suicide by proxy.

pretty face on a frail frame

third-world torso's - killer heels

infatuated by junk food

lip-sucked - tongue and taste -bud teased.

fodder food for straw-girls

'Big-Mac' chippy thins

sculptured arms and legs

by Damien Hirst - The Twiglet.

finger-spew - a packed stomach sack

before it feeds your 'goodness-gut'

size eight to six...

just the job... 'a quick fix'.

being vain.. such a strain

staying on top - name of the game

a body down the drain

lank limbs - hollow trunk

knee's wider than thighs

that's the top prize.

what's a pretty face... when

there's no 'body' to notice

(Dedicated to the memory of top French model

Isabelle Caro - Died.. aged 28. )

REMEMBER THIS NAME.

JOHN HIRST 2012

SOLIHULL, WEST MIDLANDS, UK

ETCHED NAME

MITCH CARMICHAEL 2012

I want you to remember that night

When the rapture of passion took over our senses!

When we became one with the night and took flight over seas of

love!

I want you to remember when you look me in the eyes,

What is felt like to see my heart reflecting yours for the first and

last time!

Knowing that this moment in time was what we've been waiting for

all of our lives.......

I want you took remember when you see my hands,

How it felt like to have them caressing you all over.....

My hot breath on your breast,

Your naked body arching towards me,

Pulling me closer to you -

Craving more of me!

I want you to remember when you see my lips,

How it could melt you with fire from within - rendering you helpless

in my arms!

To feel the throb of love pulsating though you

And knowing I was the one......

I want you to remember when you see me -

How it felt like to be mine........

MITCH CARMICHAEL 2012

SOUTH AFRICA

LIGHT

TASEER GUJRAL 2012

I have waded through several rivers

And several skies have I skimmed

To catch between the thumb and finger

That moment the eyes brimmed-

With a million starlit nights

A million suns had shone

To light a wisp of a day

You caught the lights in a fishnet

And sprinkled them in the bay

But now the light has faded

The million novas are jaded

And I close my empty fists

To gather in their dark confines

The stories of stars,

And a million lighted mists

When you come into my world again....

When you swim past the rivers

When you fall in flakes from the skies

I shall find you again

With a clover in hands

Greening my nights

Becoming the sanguine blood drops

That traverse my body beat

In dizzy circles

I'll claim my light

Your haloed messages

This millionth night............

TASEER GUJRAL 2012

INDIA

RESURRECTION

PAYAL PASHA 2012

Unshackled, unleashed

I rise from my own ashes

like a phoenix reborn.

I scorn

your world of lies and deceit

and you, Zeus,

imprison me no more.

Not your slave, not your whore,

I battle your abysmal passion

spurn your lustful embrace

dare your cynical contempt.

I spread my virgin wings

and gather my remains

to disperse them in a turbulent breeze.

I celebrate my release

and cry out my victory

for I am born

once again....

PAYAL PASHA 2012

INDIA

PATRIARCHY

POOJA SHARMA RAO 2012

Across

ages and classes

masters, rulers

friends and slaves

relishing some

tangible pleasures,

good wine, smoke

and music

The ladies

royal and common

the marginals in margins

behind the walls

looking from

the outside in

and the inside out

never brought here

other than

for the

forbidden pleasures

holding the

invisible facade

of tradition

men celebrate patriarchy

POOJA SHARMA RAO 2012

INDIA

IF YOU ARE TO BE REMEMBERED

NANDINI GARG 2012

I stood along

With the host of others,

In front loomed the peak,

Older than our forefathers.

The aim, everyone had was the same,

To conquer, reach the top,

Earn glory, or to fade in contempt.

There was no going back, in trying

Our best and yet failing,

There was no consolation,

For the winner has many fathers

But the loser has none.

We have to attempt to scale the peak;

It is our only choice,

Because only the people

Who make it to the top

Would people be listening to the voice.

To thwart us, the protectors of the hill are ready,

They are warriors, tough, ruthless and hardy.

Many shall perish, and only few shall make it,

And the rest would not even be heeded by the world even a bit.

The hill I speak, their stand looms before us like a giant,

The protectors stand menacing, ready to strike us with their full

strength

One by one, we must beat them,

If we are able to be remembered by this selfish world,

Earn aureole and eminence.

I stood along

With the host of others,

In front loomed the peak,

Older than our forefathers.

The aim, everyone had was the same,

To conquer, reach the top,

Earn glory, or to fade in contempt.

There was no going back, in trying

Our best and yet failing,

There was no consolation,

For the winner has many fathers

But the loser has none.

We have to attempt to scale the peak;

It is our only choice,

Because only the people

Who make it to the top

Would people be listening to the voice.

To thwart us, the protectors of the hill are ready,

They are warriors, tough, ruthless and hardy.

Many shall perish, and only few shall make it,

And the rest would not even be heeded by the world even a bit.

The hill I speak, their stand looms before us like a giant,

The protectors stand menacing, ready to strike us with their full

strength

One by one, we must beat them,

If we are able to be remembered by this selfish world,

Earn aureole and eminence.

NANDINI GARG 2012

INDIA

WHERE ARE YOU

SAYANTAN GUPTA 2012

A world in black and white -

The pale wash of the urban moon,

With stark shadows from the buildings

All around,

Wove an intricate pattern

On the pavement.

An alley cat scuttled fearfully away.

A patrol car roared along the main road.

Flitting in and out of the shadows,

Flickering like a phantom,

A lone, lanky figure,

Meandered his homeward way.

Through the labyrinthine city lanes,

He shuffled along,

Mindless about where he stepped,

Stumbled, tottered and all but fell -

An inebriated youth,

Occasionally calling out,

"Where are you?"

Nobody answered his call.

The city slept.

No one cared that he was about,

Helplessly calling,

"Where are you?"

He wasn't lost -

But his house was.

For once, fatigued,

He rested his weary head

Against a broken down wall,

And sobbed.

"Where are you?"

His home was lost too.

SAYANTAN GUPTA 2012

WEST BENGAL, INDIA

A RELISH FAIRY TALE

MALAYA ROSES 2012

I am trading my soul into you

Saturnalia over joyous life

Red tears of bleeding soul

Flowing comprehension through the night

You were there

To behold the glimpses of the fascinated fiasco

Morning was wrapped with the endless mourning

Yours or mine

Enraptured faith in love

Life made forsake.

You were the dearest affliction

Contemplation in a hell of affection

To the heaven

On the same word of lies

Reflected

What was done is beyond lingering thought

Passionate smiles were the golden fire

Suffocated

Lavish the ravish

Some broken dreams are here to be real

Repulsion grabs the ribs

Your reality

I am all over your chest

With the same dagger of seduction

Name of mine shall be written

On to your heartless soul

Raging memories

Upon the same crush

I seek no rush

Thousands death for being with you

I am more than enthralling fly by

Might be the fallen goddess

The broken crestfallen

but remember my name

In many days to live

I am higher than desire

Upon the skin of yours

Elevated nothing than regret

For I am your absolutely relish fairy tale !!!!

MALAYA ROSES 2012

KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA

JUDGE, JURY & EXECUTIONER

KELLY ROACH 2012

I stand before you , feeling ,,painted in a corner ,You are not a

court person ,just a condemner Have you the right to put me

down and always give me the wide shoulder ! ,should i break down

in anger and even shudder ! , You don't wear a gown or bang a

gaval ! ,What makes you ,above me ,thinking i should take it all !,,,

You are not my keeper! , a parent or the law ,,for that matter ,, the

creator ,, , just a disperager , a bully a manipulator , somebody ,

to undermine my confidence ,, and out to steal my thunder!,, . I

type this not to be in turn back to you the judger , but does all

seem fair ? ,, I feel the need be a speaker a advocate on behalf

of other ,, as your goal was to bring good people down

or under,, , for you this was all just , some sick game or career .!

,,I wouldn't want to see anyone especially you to ,thier,

knees ,driven , don't we deserve the right attention , Your harsh

words to me or anyone mentioned would not justify the end .

Would it help if,, i could extend ,to you my hand as a friend . at

least meet me halfway , there is a broken ,, fence to mend , we

can work together , without being cynical ,, a floor to share ,,for if

this was going be the next chapter I want it to be a do ever , good

words to praise and make people feel happy over . What do you say

partner ? do we have a deal there ? Peace ,, has to start

somewhere ,no hard feelings i will hold to you ever ! ,A person

with a ax to grind ,a revenger ,never ,, just want be to you ,, a

forgiver , we can put this all behind and never look back there .!

Don't mean to put this bug in your ear ,or be a negotiator,

rather someone back who care

KELLY ROACH 2012

CORNWALL, ONTARIO, CANADA

FOR YOU, MON AMOUR

MOINAK DUTTA 2012

Your name written on sands

By Spenser in Sonnet number 75,

Came washed by the seasonal rains

Beckoning me to a newer life!

I took the cue from there

Wished to go beyond the top most hemisphere

I took the paper and the pen

Wrote in curved hand your magic name!

Your name simply sent me shivers

The way rains cause upsurge in rivers...

Another Amoretti for you mon amour

Is being sent thus to your padlocked door!

The poem would surely knock and knock

Till you your bolted door finally unlock...

This scribble mine would make hopefully realize

How my passions through this write I eternalize!

MOINAK DUTTA 2012

INDIA

DEMON ON YOUR SHOULDER

ANITA ASHWINI SHEA 2012

We are separated,

But I feel obligated,

To walk you through the dark of night,

To be your glowing guiding light,

I feel your pain,

It drives me insane,

To know your struggles,

And all your troubles,

What once was ours,

Is now yours for hours,

For days and years,

But are still my fears,

My worries and sorrow,

Like a big pill to swallow,

It's stuck and I choke,

These words are no joke,

It's one big nightmare,

I can't help but still care,

Your voice is getting distant,

Every day you're more insistent,

To be a man of mystery,

Forgetting about our history,

There's a demon on your shoulder,

And it's making your heart colder,

Taking control,

Killing your soul,

Screwing your mind,

As you follow behind,

Do you scream and shout,

To find a pathway out?

ANITA ASHWINI SHEA 2012

MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA

DECIPHER

MARZANA ISLAM 2012

When we decode something from our past

Its like rewriting history.

With these endless stories

that never ended properly.

Do we not understand the purpose?

To decipher these messages,

and understand the presage.

If only we could interpret half

of what we did in life.

Would we understand how we see things?

Were they signs or warnings?

Caught into the strings,

do we realise what these memory will bring.

Decipher

Cipher

Identify

Discover

Do we recover

So was it worth uncovering what we knew?

Deep down it was always there,

these hidden feelings

that we were dealing.

Has finally opened up

about the past,

to see how long we last.

MARZANA ISLAM 2012

LONDON, UK

A POETS LOVE

SATIN-DESEREE M ARNETT 2012

Have I stolen your heart with a whisper faintly of your name

Have I made you fall madly, with the depth that my words bring

Will you surrender completely forever; my story in your ear

Are you mesmerized by the sound of it my lovers call my poetic

prose

Like a thief in your head, robbing you of your thoughts

Replacing them with perfect memories of me

I still love you I hear you cry I dont know why

For I have not told you I have not made it clear

I write of fantasy twisted to your beliefs

I can be anything that makes your heart ache

Anyone whom makes your soul yearn

I have written our story more than once you know I know this one

very well

I have captured your words with my pen secretly I have swept

you of your own

You will never want for wonder and that my love, is the beauty in

it

That, my Darling is a Poets Love

SATIN-DESEREE M ARNETT 2012

CAMANO ISLAND, WASHINGTON, USA

INSECTINSIDE

ANGEL MEREDITH 2012

Beauty, the monkey

Clinging to your back

Whispering irresistibly

Mesmerizing deeply

Power, the reward

Chaining hearts to diatonic feet

Hypnotizing pleasing,

Singing victims to sleep

Possessing thoughts completely

While you lie dreaming

Addiction, the beast

Engaging locks of deception

Key hidden deeply

Blindfolding sight

Listening to internal cries

Amnesty, the gift

Peering out from behind

Windows of artificial conceit

Pounding from the inside out

To break down the closed

Doors of egoism

ANGEL MEREDITH 2012

BURLESON, TEXAS, USA

AT THE BEACH, LEPTIS MAGNA

AMPAT KOSHY 2012

And you,

love?

Who are you, now?

And who to?

Id lead you, as you are, to a quiet place

a cove

some sand

there, on the wet floor

It wouldnt matter if the rain-birds flew in droves

across the sky

and the sea was a dark

ominous black

Id lay you down, sweet, on the cold seashore

and take you there

despoil you

for treasures are always pillaged here

in the curves of Africa

and your breasts would agree

your thighs not ignore

the shifting sand, in Africa

I cannot believe it

I only have words

Someone else somewhere has hands and lips

Is it always like this in the real world?

These gaps and slips that look infinitesimal?

So you will be taken, but not by me

and I will write poetry, but not for you

Its infinitesimal - this gap

but its also infinite;

cant be assuaged!

Nothing smells of love anymore

except love, my love!

Like the slap of waves

on the rocks that line this strange seas shore -

a dying fish on a block of wood

a belt on your fair buttocks

rain on a hood -

while I tread this mill for a year marooned

while I tread this mill

- for ever -

marooned.

AMPAT KOSHY 2012

BANGALORE, INDIA

CHITAA

ARCHNA PANT 2012

Blazing pyre

on the Ghat !

Gazes forlornly ....

at the leaping flames,

dancing

in a frenzy,

madly... insanely

- a primal dance !

Passions unleashed !

Stark naked flames

in a shameless glee !

Blazing pyre

on the Ghat !

Glances despairingly ....

at the burning logs,

popping.....crackling...

fluid trapped so long

released

- with a force !

A violence unthought ..

explodes !

Smell of ghee , incense ,

sandalwood ....

mixed together -

so heady .... nauseates !

Sotto voce chants .....

so deafening

silences all !

Blazing pyre

on the Ghat !

Stares longingly.....

at the world that slipped away.

So much

unlived.....untried

unspoken !

Flowers scattered on the pyre ;

regrets of desires

suppressed,

burning.....scorching

crying.....wailing out

- visceral screams

beating their chests

unabashedly !

Burning pyre

on the Ghat !

Looks brokenly......

at her own......

Faces smeared in tears

eyes relieved ;

the ordeal finally over !

furtive glances

at the watch......

Memories rush in.....

So much planted with each seed

soil tilled

over and over again !

So much woven in each thread

- yet the chord snapped

what shame !

now...

the customs....rituals....

nothing spared

- by those who once

had no time

to spare !

Ceremonies.....sacrament

but for their conscience all !

Burning pyre

on the Ghat !

Contemplates desolately ....

the time has come

the final call

curtains to be drawn

a sigh....a moan....

a murmur sad !

final farewell ...

so agonizing ...

so wrenching !

but now...

with the elements

the concluding embrace.

A merging of the own...

with the own.

Oh !

Goodbye sweet strangers....

Goodbye !

Burning pyre

on the Ghat

moves on !

ARCHNA PANT 2012

INDIA

HER NAME

BOB STRUM 2012

She sat by the table and stared at the fire.

No facial expression no hint of desire.

The nurses would hover but never came near.

They knew she was senile and probably queer.

The clothes she was wearing were always the same,

And nobody there could remember her name.

They couldnt remember her name, what a shame.

They couldnt remember her name.

At times in the morning she stared at the glass.

She saw her reflection and time seemed to pass..

The face looked familiar shed seen it before.

There were certain features she could not ignore.

She thought that all faces she saw were the same,

And try as she might to she remember her name,

She couldnt remember her name, what a shame.

she couldnt remember her name.

At times she remembered a fragment or two,

A young man her lover a man that she knew.

He was young and handsome. blue eyed and slim.

She wondered had she been married to him.

But sadly mens faces would all look the same,

And try as she might to remember his name,

She couldnt remember his name, what a shame

she couldnt remember his name.

There had been a visit a decade ago.

A woman came calling whom she used to know.

She only came once and she never returned.

She hated her mother and thought shed been spurned.

Mother thought that visitors all looked the same.

And try as she might to remember her name,

She couldnt remember her name, what a shame.

She couldnt remember her name.

One morning they found her quite still on her bed.

A doctor was called and he said she was dead..

A church and its priest were employed for a mass

But the funeral was chaos. The reason, alas,

The priest didnt know her. All bodies the same,

And no one had bothered to tell him her name.

They couldnt remember her name, what a shame

they couldnt remember her name.

BOB STRUM 2012

COFFS HARBOUR, Australia

NO POEM

MARIO PEREZ 2012

We all are fake, if we was real than we would be perfect.

If we was perfect Jesus wouldn't had to die for us.

We all have problems and secrets.

We all mess up but we all don't look in the mirror.

All the sins are the same and we all sin.

But some reason we are better than people.

In God's eyes we are the same and we all killed his son.

Nonbelievers talk about Christians while Christians talk about

Nonbelievers.

I guess sometimes we forget that we are human beings.

Next time instead of opening your mouth, open your eyes, and look

in the mirror.

I might look like a demon or a angel in people's eyes.

But I know in God's eyes, I'm his son that messes up and he forgives

me.

So hate me or love me , I don't care because I'm trying to impress

the one that counts.

Only me and God know where I'm at

MARIO PEREZ 2012

OKLAHOMA, USA

IM IN YOU SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUM 2012

Forget everything else,

But remember my name.

If you forget my name,

Remember I exist.

Forget my existence,

Just be you.

Ive lost myself in you

Im in you.

SUSMA SHARMA GURUMAYUM 2012

INDIA

AFTER MY LAST VERSE AND RYHME

SANFORD S SHUMAN 2012

Will people close that era and speak of another time,

Or will those mistreated grab the guns and commence to prime,

Is this what itll take to encourage you to rid the world of the dirt

and grime?

After my last verse or Rhyme

The world, some poets do curse,

But I will bless with my verse,

May one find me worthy of perpetual tribute,

For my works speak volumes and is far from being mute!

SANFORD S SHUMAN 2012

USA

TO MY LOYAL SUBJECTS

ANGEL NICHOLS 2012

Out there, in the world, I am a Princess.

Idealistic to a fault, sheltered, shy

Even thought I had found my Prince Charming guy

Turned out to be the wrong Fairy Tale

Im not Snow White, although I may be pale

I am more like Sleeping Beauty

Looking back at what happened to me

Under a sleeping spell for many years

Of bad self-esteem, overtaken by my fears

Only expressing my thoughts in fictional crushes

Telling myself that those pitiful rushes

Were what Love felt like and never showing

My feelings because they were not flowing

Up here, on this stage, I am Queen.

Much more realistic, open and brave

F*** that living in a cave

Have a swarm of drones wrapped around my finger

On one or two my gaze may linger

Using words The Princess would never say

In the shining light of day

If needed to express the truth of my life

And keep myself from taking in the strife

A newly crowned poetic Diva

Wanna know how I will see ya?

Speak to me, seek me out

And if I dont respond right away dont pout

You think you got what it takes?

Hold on, put on the brakes

I can see right through the fakes

And I have no time for foolish flakes

To those of you who are sincere

Give my next few words your ear

If you continue to be loyal to me

It will be worth your time, youll see

ANGEL NICHOLS 2012

USA

LIVING IN THE MOMENT

LAURA GRILLO LAVEGLIA 2012

The opaque glass bestows insinuation of beauty

Awaking at sunrise, portrays icicles clinging to life

There is coffee and oatmeal waiting for its execution

I feel burst of warmth hiding inside

The dog brushes head on arch of thigh

A child bringing laughter to the mundane

A reflection from window gives hope

Red bird of happiness has shown colors

Maple tree, dressed in all its glory

Luminous presentation for its occupants

Bring me back to present

There is a tear upon my cheek

Remember when

Will this be?

How can I do this without the what?

Then I am cast upon the present

Being thrown against window

A reminder of now

The beauty of simplicity

Forcing to think, I ponder

Living in the present gives comfort

Living in the unknown scares me to blackness

The rose is swelling with life.

LAURA GRILLO LAVEGLIA 2012

NEW YORK, USA

POOL OF CREATION

REENA PRASAD 2012

Those tentacles have taken hold of me

I flounder and struggle to keep afloat

With head held just above water

I give life to a torturous ode.

Deeper into the quagmire, the wild weeds entice

A lotus folds its petals, trapping exploring limbs inside

Overhanging boughs of wizened trees rake my upturned face

In the writhing throes of creation, I straighten the twisted lies.

Between the miasmic plains and myth-infested forest

This marsh has been the grave for many muse lovers

They hang on to frail roots, unwilling to be prey

Yet destined to be swallowed by mires of churning whey.

Open- jawed alligators sniff at ornate poetic skulls

Gazing fascinated-at fools who brave a dip into hell!

REENA PRASAD 2012

INDIA

REPLECTION

FOUQIA WAJID 2012

I held her hand, it shivered out

I looked into her eyes, they turned down

I frowned with questions, couldnt speak out

Breath suffocated, presence let down.

Life is new when new you are

Lonely I was though I walked with her

Quite a long way, no one but us

Silence blanketed my internal chaos

Every step turned hard as ever

Untangling these knots, now or never

I went back in times when all this started

We grew up together, but now departed

Her presence so obvious, couldnt deny it

Same roof we shared, failed to realize it

Something was missing, something forgotten

I was her sister, had forgotten to live it

FOUQIA WAJID 2012

INDIA

REMEMBER ME

JENNY LESSING WIGGINS 2012

Remember me. . .

Remember my name. . .

Remember my heart. . .

Remember this moment

as I whisper in hushed tones

"I LOVE YOU"

Because it could only be this once -

then never again. . .

Remember my heart's beating -

hear what it's saying. . .

Hear my soul -

when it begs of you:

"Take my memories,

always remember my name. . ."

Remember me. . .

Remember my voice. . .

Remember our dreams. . .

Remember my eyes -

remember how I looked at you. . .

Remember every beating of my heart. . .

Remember always what I've said. . .

Remember me. . .

Because. . .

I will forever remember YOU -

your name. . .

your heart -

its beating. . .

your voice. . .

your eyes. . .

This moment -

how you looked at me

when you whispered softly in my ear:

"I LOVE YOU TOO"

JENNY LESSING WIGGINS 2012

SOUTH AFRICA

DANCING IN THE RAIN

SHEILA KLINE, MS LADY OF LOST LOVE 2012

Sad lover danced different steps of a romantic dance today.

Gentlest of steps glided on 'neath a soft and healing rain.

Rain was warm, comforting, blotting out twinges of pain.

Pain reaped as body retraced moves shared on Lover's Lane.

It was a tender dance, ushering in thoughts of peace and healing.

Feet twirling 'round dance floor in circles purposely small.

Small as more dramatic ones were once part of Lover's Ball.

Ballroom floor is now empty and void of sweet music's call.

Dance in the rain recalled precious, most cherished of moments,

Conversations sprinkled with laughter and times of caring.

Caring enough, one for the other, as hearts were sharing.

Sharing memories past and futures dreamed of those daring.

Lovers knew not the outcome of most intimate of shared moments,

As each held the other for the first time on floor of dance.

Love Dance may have included moves of a daring Tango of chance,

Chance to gift one to the other steps of a passionate romance.

But suddenly, the dance music ceased to play,

As clouds of separation loomed dark and grey.

Hands unclasped, mouths no longer did speak,

And a violin of sorrow caused fair lover to weep.

Sad spirit must now sit out the dance, holding dear the memory.

Pains of steps danced together will be softened with balm of time,

Time to erase feelings of sweet body pressed closely to mine.

"Mine you were" she sighs, "but no longer standing in my Dance

Line"!

SHEILA KLINE, MS LADY OF LOST LOVE 2012 Ms. Lady of Lost Love

FLORIDA, USA

COME, MY FRIEND

IULIA GHERGHEI 2012

Come, my friend,

enter my temple !

Light candles on my opened wounds

opened to the crowds

Come!

I have a story for you

Stay calm into the shadows of my walls

I'll pour only love whispers in your ear

Forget your sunny desert

Come!

into the darkness dropped from the mirror

Come!

in the story there is enough place

for one more destiny

Up there, under my temple's roof will be our oasis

and the sound of their tears will be the spring

from where the storyteller begins

Come here in deep shadow

Put your soul in my palms

I'll return it enhanced with the smoke of my ashes

Come! have no fear

my temple is echoing just for you !

IULIA GHERGHEI 2012

ROMANIA

FAME, OH FAME

PRIYANKA DEY 2012

Fame! Fame! Fame!

What power lies, in those bequeathed eyes

that sets you on fire,

of deceit hurt and lies.

What are you panting for,

running behind those crooked smiles

Stinging sunshine or gloomy monsoons

what pleasure shall you derive from being so perfect

when all the joys lie, in being perfectly imperfect.

And you destroy,

every inch of hope, like a rope

saddled between a well and a hill

to jump, is to die, to choose one

And still smile,

why! O why! I hate your disguise

Let go, of it, Now Now!

Come back, lets cheat the sun and run

into shades of the Banyan, rest under it

closing eyes, we hunch back, our feet resting in mid air

we talk in resonating silence

Those times call us back,

it is never too late,

And we are never too big nor small,

We are after all, etched into life,

Like Cognac in a sherry glass,

Lets Celebrate life, being who we are,

No pretensions, no faking by

Come!Come!Come!

Waste no time!

PRIYANKA DEY 2012

INDIA

SHINING STAR

SANTA VETTURI 2012

Shining star

Lightening in the deep

of my broken sky

show me the way

I can collect

the crocks of my being

in the safe shelter

shaped by

a perfectly balanced

harmony

With your drops

of white splendour

sweetly rub out

all the sadness

heaving upon me

since the unburied ancient burden

to this sad disenchantment

Heavenly mirror

so turn

your everlasting rays

to fill my soul

with brightness

and cover my heart

with a shell

of confidence

SANTA VETTURI 2012

BARI, ITALY

OLD LADY WITH HER DOG

KANCHAN CHATTERJEE 2012

That old lady

Lives alone

With her old dog

In her lonely yellow house

Just at the bend of the road

Where In the

Evenings the Kids

Go and play

With the dog and

The lady shares some

Cookies with them who

In turn share it with the old dog.

Each day,

The lady and the dog

And those kids

Wait for the evening

Eagerly.

KANCHAN CHATTERJEE 2012

INDIA

LET'S DANCE

ELVIRA LOBO 2012

Lets Dance O beloved to the rhythms of our love,

Taking a step forward and bending for a bow.

Holding my hand , as you take me along,

Gently as each step we take, reminds us of our precious vow.

Lets dance to the happiness we now feel,

As this day our hearts we seal.

The rings we now wear is a sign of our love,

As pure and complete as the white dove.

Lets dance to the sweet memories we share,

The romance that we today declare.

Moving to the centre stage, lightly and slowly,

Lost in the soft music played so soothing like a melody.

Dreamy as we are dancing to the tune,

Feeling your gentle arms around my waist,

and blissful as my heart begins to croon.......!!!

Let's dance to the first date we had,

The instance you proposed and made me glad.

Our eyes now stare into each other's dream,

We now realize that love is so supreme.

You pull me close and bend for a kiss,

I want to feel every moment, without any miss.

Let's dance to the passion we now ignite,

The magic we bring to our arc light.

It is this day we have been waiting for long,

To each other we now proudly belong.

Let's dance to celebrate this joyful day,

And make me memorable our wedding day.

Leaning close towards, my heart I encase,

As this new life we together embrace!!!

ELVIRA LOBO 2012 INDIA

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