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POEM: Sweet Thanatophobia

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<i>Thoughts forge still by twilight;<br />
At rest angst and smiles recede;<br />
Jagged knees and pungent smile;<br />
Alluring dreams evolves nightmare;<br />
Fear possessing everyday unknown. <br />
<br />
Abated breath mates Health;<br />
Courageous ends the streaky fret;<br />
Twirling heist ties the soul;<br />
Shredding prison crumbles;<br />
Thus the spirits fumes away.<br />
<br />
I do not want Death;<br />
As every detest-able day I Died;<br />
I do not relish Death;<br />
As every sleep is Demise;<br />
My escape is compromised!</i><br />
<br />
<b>Author:</b> <br />
The <i>Beryl Guard</i>

POEM: Sweet Thanatophobia

Thoughts forge still by twilight; At rest angst and smiles recede; Jagged knees and pungent smile; Alluring dreams evolves nightmare; ...

3:49:00 pm

Poem: I Look To You, For the Future

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEliV8grg1UsWnkfVqGpRHHBXjZopZifxdRcZXBTxdQLmCpmQZWt87zzIZ9kmaMxAs9KuOR77u3ohPWXWiAtGwHbsIGx3jVWAfnjRZcZ3d9GGUPeK66hyphenhyphenB_zZWnA6Sh73RWVw8ZMbVpvc/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSG90ZWxzLW9mLXRoZS1mdXR1cmUuanBn%253F%253D-779413"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5887324184788602738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEliV8grg1UsWnkfVqGpRHHBXjZopZifxdRcZXBTxdQLmCpmQZWt87zzIZ9kmaMxAs9KuOR77u3ohPWXWiAtGwHbsIGx3jVWAfnjRZcZ3d9GGUPeK66hyphenhyphenB_zZWnA6Sh73RWVw8ZMbVpvc/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSG90ZWxzLW9mLXRoZS1mdXR1cmUuanBn%253F%253D-779413" /></a></p>A little boy with dreams i was
<br>Nightly did i close my eyes
<br>And let my mind bring fantasies
<br>To gently slide me in blissful sleep
<br>Of future days, i smiled & dreamt
<br>Pictures sliding in & out
<br>Nightly thus, my ritual was
<br>My own fantastic lullaby
<br>
<br>A young man now, i am, with dreams
<br>With greater scope and wider means
<br>Drawing on imagination's themes
<br>Elaborate paintings on mental canvas
<br>I see your face and hear you laugh
<br>I see the love shining in your eyes
<br>That special look you have just for me
<br>When i hold you in my dreams
<br>
<br>And time passes slowly till that day
<br>When i'll hold you in my arms
<br>Tickle you and whisper in your ears
<br>See, i already named you as my joy
<br>You, my hope & life, my wings &.... I...
<br>I just wait for that day
<br>My pride, my strength,
<br>My first-born... My Daughter...
<br>
<br>
<br>By:
<br>Beryl Pegasus

Poem: I Look To You, For the Future

A little boy with dreams i was Nightly did i close my eyes And let my mind bring fantasies To gently slide me in blissful sleep Of futur...

4:44:00 am

Poem: I AM ALIVE

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_nSx_C_itZjgAMTw9dj9QekerJ1ibzYjMasueWaanFD5dC1wUO9tYuSMdTvVNZpyttzOjLFdQN0YF5dHC2qsnyI0otRjrwrUQa3-5xUD7quS7sb5eVJ8s86UBWccr2MnhkwcZdUU-ak/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fa2FyeW1haC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-729808"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5887321826187740818" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_nSx_C_itZjgAMTw9dj9QekerJ1ibzYjMasueWaanFD5dC1wUO9tYuSMdTvVNZpyttzOjLFdQN0YF5dHC2qsnyI0otRjrwrUQa3-5xUD7quS7sb5eVJ8s86UBWccr2MnhkwcZdUU-ak/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fa2FyeW1haC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-729808" /></a></p>If 'm carrying my restlessness in my heart- I am alive;
<br>If 'm carrying the lightening of dreams in my eyes- I am alive;
<br>Like a gust of wind,I learn to live free
<br>Learn to flow like the waves that make a sea;
<br>I let my arms be wide open to every moment i meet;
<br>May every moment gift you a new sight to greet;
<br>As 'm carrying my wonders in my eyes- I am alive! 
<br>
<br>
<br>By:
<br>BERYL KARY

Poem: I AM ALIVE

If 'm carrying my restlessness in my heart- I am alive; If 'm carrying the lightening of dreams in my eyes- I am alive; Like a gus...

4:35:00 am

POEM: UNKNOWN MYSTERY

POEM: UNKNOWN MYSTERY

A thought came alive, but away it hid; It stole a glance from under the eyelids; Sometimes from you, sometimes from me; It asked for word...

4:32:00 am

POEM: TAKEN

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjF1AFkZOtv3cZDcUDK1c6kXrPn9QVN-anzaM40P4a7bKELHSIZAa-zNVJlmOhHLs9Sqwh7bKlN_Z4D7Qbd2LheQ36xDi4eKh2RqDCldIgaab5FOLQ4FZECnZvgzteeMYlNEuCsfdA3qo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdGFrZW4uanBn%253F%253D-707448"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5885799162538755618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjF1AFkZOtv3cZDcUDK1c6kXrPn9QVN-anzaM40P4a7bKELHSIZAa-zNVJlmOhHLs9Sqwh7bKlN_Z4D7Qbd2LheQ36xDi4eKh2RqDCldIgaab5FOLQ4FZECnZvgzteeMYlNEuCsfdA3qo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdGFrZW4uanBn%253F%253D-707448" /></a></p><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Is this seat taken?</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Made bright by colours</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Seen in dark places.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Like sleep,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Would death be friendly?</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Coming and going through these</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Forsaken seasons</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Or make us cut down our branches</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">So I could talk all day</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Of your misdeeds</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Or shove you through drunken pathways</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Or bring unity as they so called did.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">How else!</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">They tear at themselves</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">As wolves do prey</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">They bed-wet in the parliaments</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">And say tis an education</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">As crude as sanity may</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Belong to our loose tongues.</div><br><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">How else!</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">These very men make rhymes</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Their cause claim to despise.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Still, you are blind to the traffic lights you see,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">A part I held captive</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Within this thick skin.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Thus, stars burned their</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Shadowed lights out</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">O'er crinkled unveiled faces</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Whom with virgin lips without lipstick covers</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Those daughters were urged to kiss their mothers.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">And I pitch my tent</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Away from you lousy peasants</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">But cast my net</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">In your rivers merely deep.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Here still, I possess a punctured breath</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">And wish sandstorms would rip</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">The turbans off your faces.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Needless to pray</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">With fingers crossed across my chest</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">I mumble this unspoken pledge</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Whether cowered or as dwarfs stand</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">For if suicide harbours such courage</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Then lord, let us die by our own hands.</div><br><br><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">By: </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">BERYL CALDER </div><div></div>

POEM: TAKEN

Is this seat taken? Made bright by colours Seen in dark places. Like sleep, Would death be friendly? Coming and going through these Forsaken...

2:06:00 am

Poem: Dawn of the Dark Moon

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlfV9UA_XKEkM-NG_Q0efpXadUgEk37G492J-vKhRMV1o6ThVfEYkLwgO0T1dGvBQJCpUgyKQZiVDV84OxIfhCgCehRd8Z1BMQ0wmpFeAL504HMCBowUp8v_UAvOnNpSGHNjtgRl1aIs/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbW9vbi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-739937"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5885382694518900546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlfV9UA_XKEkM-NG_Q0efpXadUgEk37G492J-vKhRMV1o6ThVfEYkLwgO0T1dGvBQJCpUgyKQZiVDV84OxIfhCgCehRd8Z1BMQ0wmpFeAL504HMCBowUp8v_UAvOnNpSGHNjtgRl1aIs/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbW9vbi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-739937" /></a></p><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">We cross paths rarely,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">For the dark side, I dwell;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">We barely commune;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Yet we comprehend so well;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">The wake of your dusk!</div><br><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">With my minute size;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">I stay aloft my abode;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Emitting my fluorescence;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">As you query my essence;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">I shy away swiftly!</div><br><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Many mansions I watch;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">With frozen tears,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Strolling down my face;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Everything thus seen,</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">I await the return of my sight!</div><br><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Every step towards Twilight;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">No where else to go but here;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Where your shadows vanish;</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Your transparent soul gazed upon...</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">This is the Dark Side of the MOON!</div><br><br><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">By:</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align:left;direction:ltr;">Beryl Ace (JGAN)</div><div></div>

Poem: Dawn of the Dark Moon

We cross paths rarely, For the dark side, I dwell; We barely commune; Yet we comprehend so well; The wake of your dusk! With my minute size;...

11:10:00 pm

POEM: LOVE LETTER

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Daylight unto me breaks in your form,<br />
eternal bloom of your beauty withers not by storm,<br />
but stays in winter and in summer blossom,<br />
when your being shall be cast in bronze to dust were from,<br />
that beauty, that art defies the preying eyes of earth's worm.<br />
<br />
An oasis of virtual bliss you are,<br />
pelting i with raining smiles from far,<br />
and when i be less and you more love' scale set us par,<br />
times fly and seconds past, you mend what age seeks mar.<br />
I herald the creak sound of your new bed brand,<br />
alas, to lengths of oaks i am bound,<br />
time's gone, even when dusk dents dawn's day,<br />
silver to your hair, bronze to my arms and gold were you lay,<br />
and that virginity vain and void of valour,<br />
where-from no soldiers bred to bear our love's amour,<br />
now i, you and our love set beneath earth,<br />
still no soldiers bred as witness to that deflowered wreath.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>By: <br />
Beryl Nazz Adonai</b></div><br />

POEM: LOVE LETTER

Daylight unto me breaks in your form, eternal bloom of your beauty withers not by storm, but stays in winter and in summer blossom, when...

9:43:00 am

Poem: BE GONE SORROW

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSzQDLUhSfINvw8B6LfmlqIqJjnSrJPbSG2hJRxs2xmTghgc3X6HlkOU_stbGL0py3JnOXiRpv4QkHZ7KwMOj6a70-m4Zb2xkAzz2ybpt3eXSWFU22KFyCCgcaJYoRmcTVv-Ohlrwbp8/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTAyNHB4LUphdmFkX2FsaXphZGVoX29jZWFuLW9mLXNvcnJvdy0uanBn%253F%253D-712231"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5883674465750075426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSzQDLUhSfINvw8B6LfmlqIqJjnSrJPbSG2hJRxs2xmTghgc3X6HlkOU_stbGL0py3JnOXiRpv4QkHZ7KwMOj6a70-m4Zb2xkAzz2ybpt3eXSWFU22KFyCCgcaJYoRmcTVv-Ohlrwbp8/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTAyNHB4LUphdmFkX2FsaXphZGVoX29jZWFuLW9mLXNvcnJvdy0uanBn%253F%253D-712231" /></a></p>Be gone oh perilous sorrow,
<br>my being now drives by morrow's manual,
<br>be gone, i'm girded by hopes hardened arrow,
<br>my fate flies free not at the mercy of thy perusal,
<br>be gone predator or you yet not done with beef of your prey?
<br>Even if not, i stray from thy course,
<br>thy scouring whips drain elation from my spring source,
<br>my whimpering soul cease to stile thy tide,
<br>and unto thy stare do i charge and chide,
<br>i shall trade your merchandise no more,
<br>that stock is void of value.
<br>You set me low and feed me with milk of grief,
<br>you rip to rents my laughter and feast on my smiles,
<br>hence, depart from i and linger miles,
<br>flee this day to deep valleys were you await doom's mesh,
<br>ere you dwelled on meadow and mounted my comrades' flesh,
<br>now all my light i marry to merry, 
<br>for then shall age wait and death tarry.
<br>
<br>
<br>By: 
<br>Beryl Nazz Adonai

Poem: BE GONE SORROW

Be gone oh perilous sorrow, my being now drives by morrow's manual, be gone, i'm girded by hopes hardened arrow, my fate flies fr...

8:41:00 am

Poem: MIDNIGHT ENCOUNTER

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://media.smashingmagazine.com/images/rain-photography/Beautiful%20Night%20In%20Rome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://media.smashingmagazine.com/images/rain-photography/Beautiful%20Night%20In%20Rome.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<i>A beautiful evening,<br />
calm and breathless with adoration,<br />
the rumbling clouds draped over the earth,<br />
dark arms stretched upon light and stole its breath,<br />
choked the sun's flare retired,<br />
and nature now adorned in nightie attire.<br />
Creeping creatures creaks stirred sinister silence,<br />
my eyes jerked with hot tears,<br />
and ears sterned to place voices from distance,<br />
this now which gathered the day to bed for my peers.<br />
Startled by stroke of midnight the cuckoo cried foul,<br />
and from afar i heard the evil owl hoot and howl,<br />
I stared as tired lamp gloss grew freckles and brown,<br />
"papa, must I play this midnight encounter to reveal the break of dawn?"</i><br />
<br />
<b>By: <br />
Beryl Nazz Adonai</b>

Poem: MIDNIGHT ENCOUNTER

A beautiful evening, calm and breathless with adoration, the rumbling clouds draped over the earth, dark arms stretched upon light and s...

1:01:00 pm

Poem: If I ever return...

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFRU1xETNHvM5SAC_cy5CWXivitklq59z3_cM77NfFlLTaB1K3ohuMylccLyciw3p9c2HXbbTsVc8JLJSjDaIpzw_ABfUxsXzsMIw5OpflGd-CPuTIV2L6f5T7SR3-4kpoUMgATjM40c/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcGljbWl4LTI0NDIwMTMtOTQwMC5qcGVn%253F%253D-734386"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5881463507210470850" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFRU1xETNHvM5SAC_cy5CWXivitklq59z3_cM77NfFlLTaB1K3ohuMylccLyciw3p9c2HXbbTsVc8JLJSjDaIpzw_ABfUxsXzsMIw5OpflGd-CPuTIV2L6f5T7SR3-4kpoUMgATjM40c/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcGljbWl4LTI0NDIwMTMtOTQwMC5qcGVn%253F%253D-734386" /></a></p>If I ever return...
<br>The wheat is a cheat to beat;
<br>Toil afore my grievous sweat;
<br>ether neither a labour nor slump;
<br>Craven away from hallowed crests 
<br>
<br>If I ever return...
<br>The wildlife freshly unkempt;
<br>Bemoans my absence, my vent;
<br>In my demise I saw these events;
<br>Prayer of the dogs, halo of wolves
<br>
<br>If I ever return;
<br>To our world in the end;
<br>All wrongs I thus write;
<br>The edge I stood on sight;
<br>Vows to make everything right
<br>
<br>If I ever return...
<br>If I ever had just a chance;
<br>If I ever would be closer;
<br>If I ever resurfaced hither;
<br>If I ever, it is you forever!
<br>
<br>
<br>By:
<br>Beryl Ace (Johnnygan Marshall Shadyville)
<br>
<br>*Dedicated to Lara Rasheed*

Poem: If I ever return...

If I ever return... The wheat is a cheat to beat; Toil afore my grievous sweat; ether neither a labour nor slump; Craven away from hallo...

9:41:00 am

THE DRUMMER BOY

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1mQNWHaSM1mZd7ZHbojmN0p3kgj7a4gQByVuNYODABvI1w4M4n_QGqLeydYU_AnLfpt6uM41fFb5NKc-pSBkwdKtN2zRKZ2xW9qCW8SJZ75A1Pz_ZPg58iw4E3jcQD4yzQH2_fqcP9I/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHJ1bW1lciBib3kuanBn%253F%253D-758323"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5881458462703952562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1mQNWHaSM1mZd7ZHbojmN0p3kgj7a4gQByVuNYODABvI1w4M4n_QGqLeydYU_AnLfpt6uM41fFb5NKc-pSBkwdKtN2zRKZ2xW9qCW8SJZ75A1Pz_ZPg58iw4E3jcQD4yzQH2_fqcP9I/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHJ1bW1lciBib3kuanBn%253F%253D-758323" /></a></p>He blew the trunk.
<br>Every moment he sung.
<br>There was a crowd to wave.
<br>Through his nerves blood pumps from his heart.
<br>His joy is the music.
<br>His lovers are the instruments.
<br>His awful moment are when the psalmist fades.
<br>When his strength eats away.
<br>As his sadness fights for joy
<br>
<br>Once again he heard shreds,
<br>his eyes filled with flood.
<br>He lean on his violin as cold embrace his fold.
<br>The morning dews breath through his mouth.
<br>His eyes so white as wool 
<br>then suddenly he begins,
<br>his hands wavering.
<br>His body vibrating.
<br>He coils his guitar with sounds that can make ten pounds.
<br>In his sorrow joy emerge.
<br>As he beats the band of rhyme.
<br>
<br>He wakes up with a smile.
<br>Her legs crossed about his breast.
<br>Together they sang.
<br>Together they make an awful noise.
<br>His heart is melted into her sounds.
<br>Her sounds are planted on his hands.
<br>So did he make his money,
<br>though she may sound funny.
<br>But tonight was not so!!
<br>The spectators clapped!!
<br>As they become his crowd!!
<br>So he gains his fame.

THE DRUMMER BOY

He blew the trunk. Every moment he sung. There was a crowd to wave. Through his nerves blood pumps from his heart. His joy is the music....

9:22:00 am

Poem: THE WOMB OF PAIN

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9hQbo6kO3N1KrXp_5z677NJncEU2fQtB8CDguwSNzC-19lCneoilz9SbfGwXQE9alULXrVWFDeHghFB48dzavO31PeKJI7UeEpIH-tnVprU9kwBgnHPLMXw6LaREAAzLzKU-mJRiTPg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmFieS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-757094"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5880333602663459298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9hQbo6kO3N1KrXp_5z677NJncEU2fQtB8CDguwSNzC-19lCneoilz9SbfGwXQE9alULXrVWFDeHghFB48dzavO31PeKJI7UeEpIH-tnVprU9kwBgnHPLMXw6LaREAAzLzKU-mJRiTPg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmFieS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-757094" /></a></p>she cried....
<br>a piercing scream in the gloom of death....
<br>where shadows were born and ghostly dreams strut around
<br>
<br>she cried.....
<br>a keening wail......in the quiet still
<br>the reaper's blanket shrouded the day
<br>the sun smouldering black, its ashes pale
<br>
<br>she cried.....
<br>a note, long and full of regret
<br>calving through the embrace of life
<br>quicksilver death, his hands were cold
<br>he came n went without a word
<br>
<br>she cried.....
<br>for the baby she lost, dreams unborn
<br>for the wilted rose, just newly bloomed
<br>a mother's heart, who can fathom?
<br>silence all.......... as time stands still
<br>
<br>By:
<br>Beryl Pegasus

Poem: THE WOMB OF PAIN

she cried.... a piercing scream in the gloom of death.... where shadows were born and ghostly dreams strut around she cried..... a kee...

8:37:00 am

Poem: DEATH

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3K8Rd7-ucaRtEQp5DUagRXXleiGcp4YH5yIBTcv0xadR6lMZr4YI6RfrflJT5evzQ_QVqVdjJc7TWWfKL4wyackRxQn8-k8mfOM1B266Pg7n4k-iMoHJ5cR1k3d_-xJUcRAzFS-OQ1Ck/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVG9tYi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-714200"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5878619728506603970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3K8Rd7-ucaRtEQp5DUagRXXleiGcp4YH5yIBTcv0xadR6lMZr4YI6RfrflJT5evzQ_QVqVdjJc7TWWfKL4wyackRxQn8-k8mfOM1B266Pg7n4k-iMoHJ5cR1k3d_-xJUcRAzFS-OQ1Ck/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVG9tYi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-714200" /></a></p>Noise of silence
<br>creeping from death.
<br>A catastrophe pestilence.
<br>Emerging beneath.
<br>
<br>A murderous generation.
<br>They unfold hatred.
<br>Blinded with imagination.
<br>Where they cried.
<br>
<br>Skeleton of death.
<br>Dying in howls.
<br>Where worms crawl.
<br>Eating her beneath.
<br>
<br>Here is death.
<br>Embrace the dead.
<br>Here is sin.
<br>Embrace her pain.
<br>
<br>For our life.
<br>For us to survive
<br>
<br>By:
<br>Beryl Rem

Poem: DEATH

Noise of silence creeping from death. A catastrophe pestilence. Emerging beneath. A murderous generation. They unfold hatred. Blinde...

5:44:00 pm

Poem: Resurrection of Death

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvtmFAd7QmtmVwiF_V3KSPo4wMDlpsISJm2-4wfCC5qEojCHq3KYKIdjC2wQliTQt7VRKUDq9joL3fn_sxx99pspKLWALPEoBh4zB2dbhPLk2uAgYpZgf54lqD8NxxxXw3nlJBOQpH14/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2VuZXJhbCBqdWRnZW1lbnQgcmVzdXJyZWN0aW9uLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-764132"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5878379424117232034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvtmFAd7QmtmVwiF_V3KSPo4wMDlpsISJm2-4wfCC5qEojCHq3KYKIdjC2wQliTQt7VRKUDq9joL3fn_sxx99pspKLWALPEoBh4zB2dbhPLk2uAgYpZgf54lqD8NxxxXw3nlJBOQpH14/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2VuZXJhbCBqdWRnZW1lbnQgcmVzdXJyZWN0aW9uLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-764132" /></a></p>I find freedom in pain of swift thoughts;
<br>Reminiscing my sweet burdened dance;
<br>Stepping at random in spur of drought;
<br>Sparkles so dim that never shines;
<br>Words in askance, then my loosened balance;
<br>Paranoid and nerves startled a glance...
<br>
<br>To eat not for sweetened meals;
<br>Banquets over my sheets,
<br>The anxious quill begat my zeal;
<br>Kneeding Knots Knowing Knobs,
<br>Twisting clockwise a path flees;
<br>Empty hall it is now, clumsy halt it is. 
<br>
<br>I wish it had not stop,
<br>Masquerades swivel slowly;
<br>Acrimony Adds An Age;
<br>My heart upbeats fiery;
<br>A muse for a word,
<br>Hurriedly to the end of my world. 
<br>
<br>Will they look at me before taking?
<br>Will they smile wickedly as depicted?
<br>Will they obstruct the sun rays as said?
<br>Will they take to liken me obnoxiously ?
<br>Will they drown my confidence as warned?
<br>Will they give this sinner a chance to speak?
<br>
<br>Disdain trudges the air;
<br>In vain bridging the judge's ear;
<br>Where the future breeds,
<br>Uncertainty punctures our pleads;
<br>My soul detests death,
<br>My body eager to die!
<br>
<br>Where am I heading?
<br>On foot trail, perhaps the sail;
<br>Visions of death I abnegate;
<br>Illusions melt till it negates;
<br>Last words to the relative,
<br>Take my hands, feel like thy last!
<br>
<br>By:
<br>Beryl Ace

Poem: Resurrection of Death

I find freedom in pain of swift thoughts; Reminiscing my sweet burdened dance; Stepping at random in spur of drought; Sparkles so dim tha...

2:14:00 am

Poem: Speaking Sounds of Love

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUaO1nR4z4W7aJ-Q2rK8Q-uxwMag3TaMnH9lcgy_wVIR3moTCwc_K_-HSpNxGkv3r8jUr6x2qJcGia5ju8rlqPd-lETdsa1w5XvXER1nsitddRjaeBnealn_EFbGQviYuJrZKkmfkcF2o/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc291bmRfb2ZfbG92ZS0xMDI0eDEwMjQuanBn%253F%253D-780819"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5878376916804130354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUaO1nR4z4W7aJ-Q2rK8Q-uxwMag3TaMnH9lcgy_wVIR3moTCwc_K_-HSpNxGkv3r8jUr6x2qJcGia5ju8rlqPd-lETdsa1w5XvXER1nsitddRjaeBnealn_EFbGQviYuJrZKkmfkcF2o/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc291bmRfb2ZfbG92ZS0xMDI0eDEwMjQuanBn%253F%253D-780819" /></a></p>Blistering whistles echoes into nightfall;
<br>Misplaced words arrays upon utterance;
<br>Wings sprouts mysteriously o'er the hind;
<br>Horned beasts hoots away insanity,
<br>Still fountains smiles and de-froze;
<br>The sky nods in adherence,
<br>Our bare feet limps in sheer excitement;
<br>Muttering words bellows rapidly,
<br>Hearts melts and oozes joy;
<br>Hands clamp as knotted clay;
<br>Waiting upon the tune,
<br>The merry-go-round rejuvenates;
<br>Upon a velvety skin, a pure glance;
<br>Rising dusts sifts into snowflakes;
<br>Motionless roses and tulips, awoke;
<br>Cerise lips ravages softly against,
<br>Pillars bounded by deflated angst;
<br>Limping souls gathers momentum;
<br>Green, Brown and Pink Phantoms;
<br>Our sounds echoing rainbow colours;
<br>I can not be mistaken by thy kiss,
<br>For in this deep, to abscond nought;
<br>Hearts climax with silent words;
<br>Our ears fail to hear,
<br>Yet our hearts so rare;
<br>Can see and bear!
<br>
<br>
<br>By: 
<br>Beryl Ace

Poem: Speaking Sounds of Love

Blistering whistles echoes into nightfall; Misplaced words arrays upon utterance; Wings sprouts mysteriously o'er the hind; Horned be...

2:04:00 am

Poem: FANTASTIC ANNEX

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbUHo8KfwF55S-GLEoiRO95F7SsPyG6U1sQxXOQRp2Oc85fSPjYEcIy6UOKNP7Agp7qW8Or7cb8ypx-RqkTuDdnPFOn7hWMCNHoQSQItd6mkVxkNEwlo7_E5vtyJkj9682waSAZILhmw/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTgyNTU1XzI4MjI2NDM4NTI0MzgyM180MzU5NTA4MDVfbi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-701643"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5877868486287601730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbUHo8KfwF55S-GLEoiRO95F7SsPyG6U1sQxXOQRp2Oc85fSPjYEcIy6UOKNP7Agp7qW8Or7cb8ypx-RqkTuDdnPFOn7hWMCNHoQSQItd6mkVxkNEwlo7_E5vtyJkj9682waSAZILhmw/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTgyNTU1XzI4MjI2NDM4NTI0MzgyM180MzU5NTA4MDVfbi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-701643" /></a></p>An illusion drew a lady to my spade.
<br>Lost in the valley of love.
<br>On a broad space.
<br>Where her broken heart drove.
<br>
<br>I describe her not as a chimera.
<br>Her chest an angels breast.
<br>Her rips as natures camera.
<br>Her beauty a golden brick.
<br>
<br>She delude my brain.
<br>With blooms of smokes.
<br>With sparks of pain.
<br>She is a blossom folk.
<br>
<br>Her hairs as brairs.
<br>She sleeps in her imagination.
<br>She groans from the fares.
<br>Her beauty is her definition.
<br>
<br>Oh what a day dream.
<br>In a realm so real.
<br>Oh what a pipe dream.
<br>In a film so real.
<br>
<br>A prism of love.
<br>A mirage of lust.
<br>A fabrication list.
<br>Folded up by my pretense.
<br>
<br>
<br>By:
<br>Beryl Rem (Promise Sylvester)
<br>Dedicated to Newton Anna

Poem: FANTASTIC ANNEX

An illusion drew a lady to my spade. Lost in the valley of love. On a broad space. Where her broken heart drove. I describe her not as...

5:11:00 pm

Poem: DID HIS LOVE DIE?

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BX2mE65MdsEMIeGYndEANB3WxtLq_FBiT3IEoTP1wnSzOVvVX8RKKDpZ6NUsGyhiRmrWwA5z_Lvk399bhiRLkxGWAjG1JaJ1flpL2xQNVSv4TOg2WTNALeRHCqwPm7G2IHhgXFtfR-Q/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmVhdGluZyB3aWZlLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-739029"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5877461483329149986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4BX2mE65MdsEMIeGYndEANB3WxtLq_FBiT3IEoTP1wnSzOVvVX8RKKDpZ6NUsGyhiRmrWwA5z_Lvk399bhiRLkxGWAjG1JaJ1flpL2xQNVSv4TOg2WTNALeRHCqwPm7G2IHhgXFtfR-Q/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmVhdGluZyB3aWZlLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-739029" /></a></p>she was the best in his heart.
<br>till he said nothing can bring us to part.
<br>although from the start his love was by sight.
<br>but what makes me cry.
<br>was that she believe it was right.
<br>one faithful night.
<br>he came back in an awful might.
<br>his T-charts with a ladies lip mark.
<br>when she asked why he sparked.
<br>
<br>she cried;
<br>then he said i love you no more is time to pack.
<br>oh what a past!!!
<br>
<br>By:
<br>Beryl Rem

Poem: DID HIS LOVE DIE?

she was the best in his heart. till he said nothing can bring us to part. although from the start his love was by sight. but what makes m...

2:52:00 pm

Poem: HALOS AND HORNS

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPViQijWAf0Q8r20BS4o1n2kobiOrMMKB2amYE2GCMa6vTtSfNCojOLIgN_IfhyQ7q9_8N1TVfjeQG1BRLcSdJp9CAFeiWr5O-h9oM86_h_RinT0vgFGEm36kMMAmrdfSPbdHnh2GlDik/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc3RvY2stdmVjdG9yLXJlZC1kYXBwbGVkLWhlYXJ0LXdpdGgtaG9ybnMtYW5kLWF1cmVvbGEuanBn%253F%253D-729767"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5877456292535821186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPViQijWAf0Q8r20BS4o1n2kobiOrMMKB2amYE2GCMa6vTtSfNCojOLIgN_IfhyQ7q9_8N1TVfjeQG1BRLcSdJp9CAFeiWr5O-h9oM86_h_RinT0vgFGEm36kMMAmrdfSPbdHnh2GlDik/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc3RvY2stdmVjdG9yLXJlZC1kYXBwbGVkLWhlYXJ0LXdpdGgtaG9ybnMtYW5kLWF1cmVvbGEuanBn%253F%253D-729767" /></a></p>Life's a stage for an aura pleasure
<br>And in measure, one could leisure
<br>Ought not our lives to be liven in gain?
<br>Cumber'd in a haven'd plain.
<br>
<br>Halos; they who lived to please Him
<br>And righteousness abode evermore
<br>And after the last breath, heaven's gate ashore
<br>Jerusalem's shore and golden concrete to stride.
<br>
<br>Horns; dark hearted souls harness'd on the dark
<br>And in every crave they roar to bark
<br>Burdens and sins to sink upon scythe
<br>And the grasp ov the dark one to enclose their breath
<br>
<br>We gain the word, in pavement and on concrete.
<br>In some it dwellet and to blossom to fruitful heirs
<br>Woe unto them for thorns do prick and slit them through.
<br>For live's journey; and Halos 'n' Horns to sail through.
<br>
<br>
<br>By: 
<br>Beryl Asakel

Poem: HALOS AND HORNS

Life's a stage for an aura pleasure And in measure, one could leisure Ought not our lives to be liven in gain? Cumber'd in a have...

2:31:00 pm

Poem: TRAGEDY OF DEATH.

<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqfmz1pF3ecxpg50FgN0lKkrYyKoIDrkleOK8OT0lGIYL3Y2gHVmsujFspSlls8-VNvQCHBjCrEDnJrOjO7BrMZD2v34GmHT0UsPMTHITb0uVY4nLGkYeXZ2oMoklVVORgYSVuQEMJyM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbGlmZS1hZnRlci1kZWF0aC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-748314"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5876673822914198498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqfmz1pF3ecxpg50FgN0lKkrYyKoIDrkleOK8OT0lGIYL3Y2gHVmsujFspSlls8-VNvQCHBjCrEDnJrOjO7BrMZD2v34GmHT0UsPMTHITb0uVY4nLGkYeXZ2oMoklVVORgYSVuQEMJyM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbGlmZS1hZnRlci1kZWF0aC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-748314" /></a></p>Please soul. Please soul.
<br>Please soul. Please soul.
<br>Don't silently go.
<br>Do not live this shameful place.
<br>Please soul what have i done to make you whole.
<br>So please soul do not let go.
<br>
<br>Please soul. Please soul.
<br>Please soul. Please soul.
<br>From the earth we came from it shall we go?
<br>Please soul can't we go by the air?
<br>Please soul do not let go..
<br>How can this flesh be sifted.
<br>
<br>Please soul. Please soul.
<br>Please soul. Please soul.
<br>Do not let go.
<br>Shall we end here.?
<br>Is this his end?
<br>For in the valley of death.
<br>Rode we and hell.
<br>Were no one to tell.
<br>Oh soul!!!
<br>
<br>Please soul. Please soul.
<br>Please soul. Please soul.
<br>Why are many here?
<br>Am i the first,?
<br>Oh i see bones.
<br>And so quietly they go.
<br>So silently there cries turn to mourn.
<br>
<br>Please soul please soul.
<br>Please soul please soul.
<br>Because i don't want this way.
<br>Because i want that way.
<br>Please death please soul.
<br>Do not let me go. 
<br>Do not let us go.
<br>Do not unfold yourself.
<br>Because we are scared.
<br>
<br>By:
<br>Beryl Rem

Poem: TRAGEDY OF DEATH.

Please soul. Please soul. Please soul. Please soul. Don't silently go. Do not live this shameful place. Please soul what have i done...

11:55:00 am

Poem: License to Expire

Poem: License to Expire

Mishmashed convention of personal abhorrence in societal depression Activated by wishful fantasies and annoying realities Product of a war...

11:50:00 am