Guest Poets,

Thank you for your submissions. It is an extreme honor for me to be able to feature your work here.

The talent that I have had the privelidge to witness is amazing.

You are all artists in your own right and there will always be a home here for your work.

And a surprise as well,  

Once I have recieved enough posts, I will read them through and determine, (in my opinion) who will get a

featured poets page for the month.

Again, thanks dear poets.

Peace and Blessings,

Will

The Poetic Styles of Ethel Smith

Ethel enjoys writing poems and articles. God is a driving force in her life and she credits Him for all the knowledge that she has. After many trials & tribulations, which led to life learned lessons; Ethel finally decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a writer.

She believes "Good Times in life are blessings and the Hard Times are lessons". Ethel is a wife and proud mother of two children ranging from eighteen and four. Her daughter keeps her informed on the latest fashion, music and teenage issues.

Character is very important to her; she stands on "if you always put your best foot forward and if you somehow fall short you didn't fail because your best was given". One of her favorite quotes is by Maya Angelou: "Always believe what people show you". Maya Angelou is a big inspiration to her and she desires to follow her amazing voice of wisdom.

She is hopeful that writing is where Jesus Christ wants her to be, to share her experiences of the past and present.

                          "Blue Oasis"

          Soothing road aiming towards blue oasis.

          Heavenly door opened binding purity on shore.

          Intellect leaning, thinking, swaying back and forth.

          Melody of voice from above reassuring;

          You're in the hands of peace and harmony.

          Holy Unions, angels sing and rejoice.

          Souls have united to engage forevermore.

          Whispers of love flowing around vibrant heart.

          From beginning to end, there's a comfort in knowing;

          Grace has been Gracious to send a devoted friend.

          Richness exudes like sweat, dripping from pours.

          The World's Wealth can't compare to rings symbolizing;

          Love we share.

          Opportunities of green grass is always at hand;

          Visual reaching striving to touch all goodness ahead.

          Lifting higher and higher capturing joy, love, serenity.

          Guiding Savior releases winds of protection and blessing.

          Facing any discomfort is a thing of the past;

          Faith will secure you're path. 

          Turmoil underneath the deep blue sea;

          Will raise an outstanding human being.

          Rely on learned lessons collating past and present.

          Peace within Gives light to higher spiritual connection;

          Bathing in sun's ray will always bring better days.

          Our Father in Heaven, embrace shining on His Angel.

          At Peace with the World.

Butterfly

I remember when you began to grow

I was so proud to see and feel you growing in my cocoon

I protected you from all hurt and harm

I snuggled and comforted you to keep you warm

The thought of you one day leaving me never crossed my mind

The feeling I felt was one of a kind

I would often think a feeling this sweet is Heavenly

Suddenly, one day, I felt your wings and you said in a sweet voice

"Set me free"

Oh, how I held you tighter and tighter and squeezed and squeezed

I won't let you go; It's just you and me

You didn't want to hurt my feelings, so you agreed

We were happy and in love like two little hummingbirds

Unfortunately, I stayed the same, while you began to grow

I'll never forget that day your facial expression began to change

Your love was turning into hate

You couldn't breathe, and it was all because of me

No longer am I a comforter; Am I now a nuisance

So I found the courage to say,

 "Go Be Free"

"No stay;Wait!"

What am I saying? Okay, think,breathe.

It can no longer be about me. Now do what you have to do.

 Butterfly spread your wings; your home is no longer with me.

Just promise every now and again, you will think of me.

"NOW GO, BE FREE; BUTTERFLY SPREAD YOUR WINGS!"

"I Love You"

"Daisies in Bloom"

Daisies in Bloom.
Peddler's Want to Achieve the Moon.
No Rest for the Weary; Gold Insight.
Stop: It's a Beautiful World Around You.
Look: Green Grass, Flowers, and Trees.
Listen: To Cinderella and Her Dreams;
For now She's Little and in Need.
Don't let Her Stance Reflect;
Where was Mommy and Daddy.

Slow down take your time.

Always keep love ones in mind.

Valuable moments can't rewind.

Fallen Angels comes;

In all colors, shapes and sizes.

Often falling to deep letting;

The world the best of them.

Hurt is painful to bare.

Staring into space;

Wondering if there's a better place.

Trying to erase all bad memories.

Noticing struggle more and more each day.

Building frustration sliding into hell's gate.

Want to escape, but psyche don't know how.

Prayers weakling, fading into none existence.

Constantly thinking remembering not one;

Devoted prayer to God has been answered.

Can one do too many things and pleas go empty?

If God heard His child crying, would He help?

If God saw His child deteriorating, would He care?

Heavenly Blue Oasis a fantasy or an old folk Tail?

Can't take this torture anymore.

Can't take obstacles ruining dreams.

Can't take helpless, defeated, mentalities.

Can't take weakened crying self-esteems.

God didn't answer.

Must take matters of;

The world into own hands.

Paper in left hand;

Pen in right hand.

Calling all poets;

Time to unite!

Anger- Sorrow;

Disbelief- Mayhem.

Noted throughout;

Near and distant lands.

Ready to walk through the door fighting injustice.

Suddenly, a voice from Heaven sounding stern as poets;

"Hello My Child, It's about time you stop complaining.

 I've been waiting on you to take the first step.

 For you, I have so much in-store, it's not to late.

 All you had to do is open the door to 'The Gate'."

            "You're someone"

The Creator of Creation.
How beautiful to carry a Living Breathing Human in your Womb.
To Nurture and Help Them Grow is your only Motivation.
How Appreciated is the Love You Give,
Spilling over into Building a Wonderful Adult.
You're Strong!

If not for you, what would the Future of Generation Hold.
Your Discipline is Sometimes Rejected;
but in Later Years always respected.
You're Wise!

The Colors of the Rainbow are so alluring.
Just like the Colors of your Heart Shining Through.
Your Grace Guides the Family with Ease.
Thanks for your Caressing Caring Hands.
Thanks for your Prayers of Protection.
You're Beautiful!

To be cherished is in The Eye of the Beholder.
The Aroma of Lilies in a Field on a Breezy Summer Day;
Resembles the Affection You give, Dear Sweet Lady.
Your Presence is as high as a Mountain Top;
Your Personality brightens our lives.
You're someone!

Shadows

They walk behind me,
Shadows,
day or night.

Problems entering, when I sleep.
Troubles not remembering, soon They speak.
The pain is stored, somewhere deep.
The pain is ignored, the misery They keep:

Shadows.

They hide within me,
Shadows,
keeping secret what is right.

Clouds of frustration, hanging overhead.
Reoccurring hesitation, that is what They are fed.
Present self doubts, unclear choices.
Silently you shout - that is the sound of Their voices:

Shadows.

They dare not walk with me,
Shadows,
into the Light.

One step further, each and every day.
They wait to murder, each goal I plan to lay.
Never occurring, when all seems right.
Forever scheming, They steal from the light:

Shadows.

Come walk with me,
Shadows,
and we shall see-

Do your reflections of my past, stand to bury me?

-Scott Scherr.

Charred By Dragons

Killing with kindness,
meaning beneath is what wounds.
Words.

Swinging sword blindly,
an assault on the inside of another.
Insult.

With lasting effect,
poison passed down through ages.
Offense.

Brick for brick,
each thrown harder then the last.
Strife.

Reign of resentment,

an endless night within a darkened soul.
Contempt.

Obliterate in thought,
a self-sacrificing of the heart on an altar to hate.
Murder.

It’s not what goes in that destroys,
but what comes out.

The words burned up their own souls,
long before the fire left their tongues.

-Scott Scherr.

Indifference Street (Invisible)

What was not ours of any value,
nor theirs worth keeping.

Memories.
Faces.
Names.

All gone.
Forgotten.
Abandoned.

Invisible.

He's been there so long,

you can almost confuse him for the mailbox,
a parking meter,
a trash can.

Just one more quarter dropped in a dixie cup,
toll paid in full for another day.
The price for a clear conscience
doesn't come much cheaper than that.

Why, after a while, aim gets pretty good.
Don't even have to look at him anymore.

If not for the smell,
one could almost forget his responsibilities.
Can't forget the cup.
Always keep a coin at the ready.
That's what all decent folk do, right?

Have to have that pat on the back and all.
Just makes me feel all good inside,
helping others in need.

Crap! Running late again!
Gotta hurry.

Get that fancy four dollar coffee.
Lunch at the Italian joint.
Copy of the newspaper.
Pick up the dry cleaning (if it's Tuesday).

What was I forgetting?
Must not be that important.

He's been here as long as anyone can remember.
That strange smelling fellow,
living in that box down on Indifference Street.

-Scott Scherr

The Poetry of Bel

Tomorrow

Tomorrow I will embrace the truth
That I’ve been avoiding for so long
I will look past the lies
Of known acquaintances
And grab the hands of ecstasy

Tomorrow I will flirt with the sun
Dance with the moon
And kiss all the stars on both cheeks

Tomorrow I will rise from the darkness
Of unhappiness
I will kick despondency to the curb
Step on betrayal’s foot
And become best friend with my pride

Tomorrow I will stand tall
Undefeated
I will be stronger
I will be wiser
No matter what the outcome
Of life unfortunate events might be

The Poetry of Rosa Phoenicia

Silken Soul

I wrap my head in silk
and sit quietly
doing nothing.

Silken wrap
Silken body
Soft on my soul.

Light in the flame
light in my heart
light in my soul.

Love in my heart
come to me
be with me
come with me
now.

Wrap your silken soul in mine.
Partake of my love
take my love:
it is wrapped in silk for you.

Silence now.

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Southern Sun

There is a wrongness
in the tingling burning feel
of the morning springtime sun
upon my skin.

In all my childhood days
of lying on the full sun grass
never once did I feel this sensation
so soon.

We talked of ozone layers,
and SlipSlopSlap
became the catch-cry of the day
for our nation of sun-worshippers.

Now as I walk around in our
southern sunshine
I fear for the coming summer
and know that sunscreen
just won't cut it any more.

There is a wrongness here:
a burning deep beneath my skin
wrongness.

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Dew of the Sea

I cried a tear
into the ocean.

It settled into
it's new life
as part of the wave

then
swept itself away on a current

to find you.

The Poetry of Jim Pascual Agustin

The Poetry of Pa Cockle

The Dreaming

The real super heros
are the ones
who learned from their parents
to be drunken victims
trained to put the hand out
take what they could
to buy the grog
not the food
Lost Dreamings.

..A new millenia 
a new generation of cupped hands
have their own children.
Realize their parents faults
blame not the creation
looking forward to find the past.

..One couple wanting to break the cycle
coming from the depths
sepparation from culture required
peer pressure energy sucking
with change comes sacrifice
alienation from the forgotten culture
denegration and ridicule from the jealous.

..They who were not forced to learn
now force to learn
those who went hungry
stay hungry to feed their own
those who walked in a pack
sent the pack walking
the ones that wern't expected to change 
make change.

..Ah yes
the real super heros
educate their children 
lead by example
for a pickled culture
is no culture at all.

..Success requires alienation
to rebuild an Indigeonous nation
learn the system letter by letter
create a change for the better

..Raise the dust
stomp the ground
the dreamings return
culture refound.

THE POETRY OF ROBIN BOND

Newly Born

A moment ago I hardly knew you
my hands had never felt your touch
but embraced your presence each passing day
and thought about how much
To see your eyes would mean to me
To hear your cry I'd smile
To feel your heart beat outside of me
To watch you sleep for a while
I would cradle you inside myself
and hum a tune i hoped you could hear
Now beside me you lay...
on this newly built day...
after waiting for almost a year
The softness of your forehead
seems almost too surreal
and from the way you bat your eyes
I can tell you know how I feel
For you longed to see my eyes as well
and match them to my voice
To lay your head upon my chest
in my heart beat you'd rejoice
Well the time has come, my newborn son
for me to welcome you to this life
Rest assured there will be happiness,
great sorrow, and inevitable strife
But with every step or leap you take
I am behind you 'till the end
Shake my hand you beautiful stranger
I'm your mommy, protector
and friend

The Poetry Of Matt Turner

Invitation

A blade of grass emerges from

Beneath the solid ground of his

Sanctuary, an invitation of the

Love and cheer that now

Engulfs his igloo in the world outside

But he will never accept this blade’s

Alluring call for his mind is

Scarred forever from what the field

Once was

He rips the tiny harmless ambassador

From the frozen dirt and reseals

His fortress cracks, ensuring

Nothing else will attempt

To take him from his home, his

Comfortable sanctuary of regret

And fear

Beauty in Despair

Obsolete quarter’s uses unused,

Perfected foolishness skillfully fused.

An admirable absence of compassion cues

Intimations of thoughtless undead dues.

Un-honored martyrdom on valiant display,

Showcased in wood, paint long frayed,

Shadowing potential of a time now strayed,

Living in solitude it’s doomed to obey.

Purpose served, memory forgot,

Presence vividly remains distraught.

An entity drawn, mercifully shot,

Past haunts eternally whom wishes it not.

Whimpers and whines resignedly pass the time,

Depressions embedded deep in deranged mind.

Hopeless abandon eludes realities of kind,

Nightmare shatters dreams of cursed and divine.   

Dinner Table Indoctrination

In the proud old war veteran

And the 50’s housewife both soon to depart

You will find dusty tomes of memories old

Long since forgotten

In their salty tears of steadfast truth

A faded honesty

We no longer choose to acknowledge

Invisible to the modern eye

And inconsequential to surface dwellers

Products of our own emotional bewilderment

We dig deeper into our holes

Away from the fading sunlight of reality

And into the complex under city of drama

What each and every one of us sees

On the wide screen plasma wall-mounted TV

Is what I call

Our dinner table indoctrination

Of the current age

How long will we nod our heads

To staged emotions

Of false souls out for attention

How long will it take

For us to realize

The confusion of our priorities

We have taken upon ourselves

And our children

How much will we swallow

Before we finally choke

On our atrocious lies

The Poetry of  Strongbow