READER'S POETRY PAGE
- Salena Rahim
- Rob Gianotti
- Sarah Bonar
- Glenn Garrity Jr.
- Kjell Jorgenson
- Josh Ferguson
- Jenny Kolodziej
- Charles Strickland
- Robert Saunders
- Steve Levine
- Jozi Hope
- Rhonda Vixenshis
- Damon Runnels
- David Anderson
GOODBYE Leaving is a bitter memory, A nightmare haunting my life, Never again shall I see your smile, Never again shall I hear your voice. But, as long as I live, You will always be in my heart, Oh my dearest sir, Sweet memories will keep me warm, From the bitter cold of loneliness, But the truth is, I will never meet you again, Only time will pass, And maybe heal.
Salena Rahim
SALENA RAHIM
Rob Gianotti
Benighted Oceans, Blissful Shores
Miscellaneous melodies sink into the head:
Sanctimonious orators rip their bread to shreds
Power Hungry Politicians trick the simple minded
Unwarranted ignorance causes some to be blinded
Symptomatic Simians cry their lives away
Simplistic masterpieces lead the world astray
Aristocratic rockefellers make all life a maze
Reverberating cries for help force us all to gaze
Undecided imitators wandering through life
Fascist militators causing civil strife
Neverending Termination of the air we breath
Overwhelming Perspiration forces some to leave
Senseless racial tension makes a world divided
Monotonous days and nights can no longer be abided
Petty Human conflict bites this tongue of mine
Infinite kaleidescopes envelope all of time
Once again we come to terms with all that has been read
As miscellaneous melodies sink into the headRob Gianotti
This poem is dedicated to, and a tribute to, all the teenagers and children in Abbotsford, B. C., Canada who have recently past away: (A POEM) For Those Who Have Left Us You brought joy and laughter, Into our hearts. Your smiling faces, Were the lights in our lives. It was a terrible injustice, For you to be taken from us. But in our hearts we know, It was your time to leave us. You gave so much, And taught us about life. Now you teach us that life ends, And we are not in control of when that happens. Now you leave us with only memories. The bad times, And the good times. We will treasure them for always in our hearts. You were our sons and daughters, Our brothers and sisters, Our relatives, But most of all you were our friends. So to Dallas, Tanya, Kevin, Shane, Erin, Codey,and all our other friends who have been taken from us, We will not forget you. You will forever remain, In our hearts.(A POEM) FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LEFT US Poem Copyright 1997 Sarah Bonar. All Rights Reserved. IT IS ILLEGAL AND COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT TO USE THIS POEM IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM THE AUTHOR. Sarah Bonar
Dream You meant everything to me. But all you did was let me down. I tried so hard to be with you. But you wouldn't even look into my eyes. I told you that i loved you. But you didn't think it was for real. I now only wish I could see what a fool i was... falling for a girl like you.
Depressed Feeling like everyone is gone, and I don't have a light. It's dark and there is know way out. I try for the pain to go away, but it never will. I try to help myself by asking questions I already know the answer to... but for some reason they have changed...the answers have changed.
Never You ask me that ever tough question of love... and I don't know what to say. If you want it will all just be over? I've always felt pain for your upsets. You say it's all about me... but it's not... It's all about you. I'll never give into your selfish ways.
Glenn Garrity Jr.
Kjell Jorgenson's Poems
Stand Alone I try to stand alone as one, separate from the stench of the world We've created, separate from the filth and hatred and sorrow that Has filled the land, the land to which I have been thrown Without direction, guidance or sense of meaning I try, yes, to be one, apart from the madness, apart from conformity I try to stand alone, yet the world is constantly dragging me into the spiral The spiral that goes nowhere but down, down from the plateau upon which I have placed myself, away from right, I fall with claws outstretched Digging into the loose dirt that doesn't hold, doesn't hold me from the spiral A spiral in which I now deeply embrace, a spiral leading me nowhere but down
Fire Your fire burns in me Like a raging flame igniting flesh Not only my flesh but my soul It wants it needs it loves It consumes all and wants to leave nothing No shred or thought undiscovered Yes, my love for you burns like a blowtorch Yet my tank of natural gas will never run out
Kjell Jorgenson
Josh Ferguson's Poems
The Battle They Loved now they Fight, They Cared now they Hate All they can do is Lie They say that they Care, And that the other is Wrong Yet all they can do is Lie They've been Fighting for Years, But for What I don't Know Because all I can do is Cry They use me for a Weapon, They use me to Point Blame And all I can do is Cry I want it to End, I want it to Stop And all they will do is Fight I try and Explain, To Make them Understand But all they will do is Fight If I take away Their Trophy, If I take away Their Goal They Should have no reason to Fight If I were gone, If I weren't Here They Should have no reason to Fight They said that they Loved Me, They said that they Cared But they only Told Vicious Lies I'm SICK of this Battle, I'm SICK of the Game But what can I do Except DIE??
Free Thought Insanity is the Playground, Where my Mind is Truly Free Here there's no Restrictions, No Conformity or Rules Here Emotions are not Hidden, Thoughts are not Concealed Here the Mind can run Rampant, Feelings are set Free Fears Aren't dealt with Lightly, And Pain is Always Real People can't control You, In this Special State But watch out or They'll Drug You, They'll say your not Quite Right They'll give you a Nice Warm Jacket, With Buckles on Long Sleeves You'll even get your Own Room, Where the walls are like the Bed People'll come to Test You, To Figure what went Wrong But what they'll Never Know, They won't Think or Comprehend Is that the World they live In, In all their little Rules In what they call their Sanctuary, In their 'Sane' and Perfect Lives Is an INSANITY unworth Living, Which is Conformity of the Mind It is this Altered state in Which they do 'Succeed' It is this Altered state, The Truly Insane Need.
The Unknown I know it's behind me, I can feel the presence I know it's behind me, But I can't see it there I know it's behind me, Yet don't know what it is I know it's behind me, No matter where I go It's getting much closer, So I try and run It's getting much closer, So I try and hide It's getting much closer, But what can I do?? It's getting much closer, But I have no safe haven It's getting much closer, Yet I have nowhere to go It's getting much closer, It won't let me be No matter what I do, It won't leave me alone No matter where I go, It continues to follow It's starting to scare me, it's right behind me now I fear it's coming closer, Yet I have no protection Whatever it is, I fear it's upon me Whatever it is, It scares me for real Whatever it is, I fear it's upon me Whatever it is, It's not something new It's trying to take me, But I don't want to go It's trying to take me, But I don't know why Yet it waits to take me... Because....... I'm alive??Josh Ferguson A.K.A-- YrAlterEgo
Jenny Kolodziej's Poems
Moon I look up find you smiling at me clouds of unhappiness hover around but i push them away your brightness blinds my senses as i stretch out my ungrateful hand reaching into the darkness intent on capturing your radiance my darkness meets your luminescence the glow so bright it burns my fingertips your warmth flows to my feet, never to leave again my world is lit, never to be black my eyes will glimmer from this moment my smile will gleam from you rays of brilliance shine through you, into me i step down from my cloud i look up and smile
Crossed Paths Floating, two stars in a lonely nights sky on where their paths might cross by? your star is dim, while mine shines bright lighting the world this same lonely night the life-long paths they follow great the slight possibility left only to fate but for this lonely night, missed are the paths on which we lay the hope not gone, we will meet, someday.
Jenny Kolodziej-15, Lansing, IL
Charles Strickland's Poem
Why Should I Care Why should I care, That there is hatred everywhere? It is only on TV, It will never get to me. Why should I care, That there is violence over there? It does not affect me, Is the attitude you see. But when it hits close to home, We know we are not alone. And when it cuts down a child, We really go wild. It is time to take a stand, And help our fellow man. No matter where he be, He is part of our family.All poems Copyright 1997 Charles Strickland. All rights reserved
Steve Levine's Poem
I haven't thought of poetry for decades, it seems. Its like something rattling around down there with the dog's bones, next to the empty food dish. The residue of an aquarium that has dried and been forgotten. Not that I have broken the sacred trust; Just add water and stir. I'll wager there are fish yet in the bowl, Like the fish that rise from the dry creek after the rains, Only these fish are tropical. If I can only remember how to tell my brothers and sisters. Or maybe that's just it, I know how, but what to say? Isn't that why the aquarium was left to dry? Because the fish were all so plebian? Sidewalk cracks. that's what I remember, and the weeds that grew there. Don't look right or left, Its all trafic. Just tie your shoelaces together and walk into a cement wall. Is that worth rescuscitation? Static, the indecisive moments, judgement. Silly, as if the fish that rise from the dry creek bed need water to live; There is life in these very stones. A common miracle. Think of plumage, think of sex, think tropical!
Paradox love
alone
quiet
missing
as the world
sleeps and the
night teams
with all things
nocturnal
that is where
I find
you
alone
softly
I cradle
you
and none
can see and
only one can feel
the stirrings of
heartstrings
strung taunt
against the
night
over
rivers
cross
valleys
you wait
not knowing
never known
candled chasms
endless voids
separates
love
not
to
be
alone
quiet
missing
as the world
sleeps and the
night teams
with all things
nocturnal
that is where
I hold
you
Robert Saunders
http://www.libby.org/~saunders/pl.html
saunders@libby.org
battle
searching for what the body wants but the mind refuses
surfing through time and space
craving power, patience, care, and time
knowing all is only in the mind
awakening to seductions muses
drawn to it instinctivly like enchanting lace
feeling as if committing a crime
conflicting values cruely unkind
expectations of all so long upheld looses
as through the soul hope now can trace
... as a last evil slap in the face
the expected motions done in mime
as hope and loyalties will battle on...
the victor to bind
I.
To contemplate the falling leaves would be to
suicide -a screaming answer "yes"
and to lose a lack of pride-
II.
Death makes memories of us all
and leaves shadows only
where we once stood
tall and proud in
darkness of pitch
shadowed in white darkness
III.
And when the sun rose we rose too...
to our homes, and offices
and lovers and mistresses
we all travelled indignantly-
why, we did it everyday-
without thought and without
sorrows- our shadows
shadowed in white darkness
A little longer each time we returned
we stayed with ourselves
and we lost our souls
within- yet our love of
hate and hate of love always
made us late- in the cool
pitch night with autumns air
we traveled to our cities
shadows shadowed in the
shadows of night- travelling
in the pitch of white darkness...
-Damon Runnels
David's Poem
Under the surface
Is a very strange place
We live what we can see
Take what we can take
Living on the edge of history
Our final resting place
Is the bottom of the sea
I see you
And you see me
I hide from you
And you hide from me
I peeked around the corner
Saw your eyes glare
I started to run
Then I smelled your hair
I hoped right then
We have a few minutes left
I hoped right then
I could do something deft
I think about tomorrow
But I need a little help
It gets very cold
In the bottom of the hole
You can't get out
Without a thrown rope
Unless something's waiting
At the surface
Would have no purpose
I wallow around
The bottom of the sea
I see you
And you see me
If you fish for me
I'll set you free
-David Anderson
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