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Fear not the fierce wind, o gentle heart Though it may rattle the eaves And give no ear to its whispers with nothing to impart But shallow promises that hang, like dried, parched leaves Listen to its mournful wails on the way to some distant shore Leaving in its trail, the harsh rawness of a chill And envy not; give pity instead and be sure to keep no scores For the warmth of a gentle heart is by far, richer still For who can fathom the baleful howls invading valleys below; Billowing across the fragile earth and her boundless seas? Is it in anguish that it protests; who can really know? Or is it a mere expression of a mighty power that seethes? Yet, judge not, o gentle heart, but like a blade of grass amidst a storm Lay calmly into the wind; rely not upon your strength to stay strong ~*~
Blind panic There was a warning came one day It said disaster's on its way An old volcano in the distance It could erupt in any instance The molten ash came pouring out As neighbouring village was in doubt Folk were running to and fro It seems they had nowhere to go. Buildings were cracking one by one Blocking out the golden sun This thing did turn our day to night As everyone was filled with fright As the Earth did turn to lava Many prayed to the holy father. Vera Duggan 16 August 2014.
Dearest, why cry in vain to the black night fight its gentle intent to hold and rest. Why fear the loss of light thus malcontent? When ego is so false upon the loom. Dearest, what makes you think elation found from harsh light will so frame your hearts delight? Reality thus formed will not slay fright. When ego goes so false upon the loom. Dearest, husks of the Universal eye soft grays will velveteen the fading light. Walk on courageous in the Mother's night, accept the silken comfort of the blur. All that is soft and gentle comes from Her. Dearest Heart, loose yourself upon the loom. *Dedicated to my friend Robin Gass and all those who fear dispersal in the dark.
Shall I compare thee to a winter's day? Thou art much more shrivelled and much more cold Rough winds shake the withered leaves of today. And your stomach hath too many a fold. Sometimes too hot your sister shines, And often is your grey complexion dimmed; And you always smell like my uncle's swine Except your upper lip is less well trimmed. Thy eternal summer did long since fade And lost possession of that fair thou ow'st; And Satan brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives death to eyes.
Sad boy, could anyone mend what's broken, And dry your salty tears, but with a hand? Is there anything we haven't spoken, Is there anything we don't understand? We have taken the rope, but not the pain, I hope you know that we wish that we could. We'll be here for you, through sunshine, and rain; And if we knew how to help you, we would. I know that you're angry with all involved, And especially those close to your heart. But surely, some day, all will be solved, And you will thank them for playing their part. So please read this poem, with thought and care, Remember that we will always be there. ~ For D (you know who you are)
The Real Fear... The fear of darkness seems to threaten most When one is lost and groping in the dark Of self. One blames unknowns—the devil, ghosts Or even God—for fright that comes with stark, Cold, empty blackness. Courage will depart— Just like a pearl dropped in a sea of ink, Its glow will die—while fear's black magic art Revives despair between each hurried blink Of eyes which stare at shadows that incite Imaginary monsters of the mind. But oft these visions are the mirrored sight Of what one sees within when eyes are blind— For darkness lights and magnifies the whole Dim panorama of the troubled soul. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved Contest: Dark and Deep (Old Poems Only) Sponsor: Skat A ~6th Place~ Debbie Guzzi's Contest Judged 10/14/2014
The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, it cascades past my open window sill, and all the color fades to dark from light, a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled. The armoire's oblong shadow strays across the floor. I watch it from within my canopy bed. A nightmare gallops through an open door, a Pooka black as coal with eyes that bled. Its jaw agape and gore froths from his maw, as it slowly paws the cover from my bed, a scream freezes in my throat, a bird-like caw, he dips down for me to mount, and I am led. Upon this demon spawn, I scour the moor 'til dawn descends to belay this foul glamour.
whispers carry through the silent air and linger for moments after which spoken I take the time to let them echo inside my ear before they fade and their presence is broken shallow breaths in a rhythmic type of tune wishing for the moment to last forever afraid that goodbye will be said too soon breaking the bond that ties us together locked in a gaze only to be suddenly taken away from what was cherished between distance widens I pray to be mistaken from what is now being forcefully seen fear running wild I struggle to meet your eyes as the last whisper I hear is one of goodbye
Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death; I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,-- devoid of joy from the time of my birth and from the first draw of my infant's breath. An outcast and a pariah among the friended, I exist without the mirth and glee of those born of happier worth, esteem and prize,--O would that I belong! Still, I am loved of my dear family and most loved friends, my books, and by my God and e'en by my most oft-read poetry. These things I cherish, honor, and must laud with gratitude and thanks religiously and be content as worms in a blesséd sod.
THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN February 13, 1945 Pathfinders lit the night to show the way for bombardiers too hungry for the word; as Dresden's dark was made as light as day, all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard; and as the din was heard by all their ears the sound it made was not reality but far removed from all the hopes and fears and what they thought would never come to be. They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all to die the fiery death of sweet revenge brought on by those who had enough of gall to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge! And when the fire consumed all that it could the winter of their lives was understood.
The table is set, your favorite wine Tender memories of all we once knew Your contagious smile that made the sun shine You're not here I know, but what can I do? Just marking time, in this tortured charade Grey days and dark nights to look forward to I yearn for that quirky grin that you made You're not here I know, but what can I do? The book that I'm reading gives me a smile I'll call you so you can laugh at it, too Guess I forgot you had passed, for a while You're not here I know, but what can I do? I spend all my hours in thoughts of you You're not here I know, but what can I do?
An eerie silence wrapped the bog, I dared not move nor speak. The chilling blanket of the fog Where evil beings creep Conceals within tormented souls Now stirring from their sleep, And there within a fate foretold Lie secrets they will keep. Into the darkest night they prowl To feed upon the weak, And even wolves with frightened howls Hide in the forest deep. The terror of the living dead Will feast among the meek. Craig Cornish Written Nov. 2, 2013 For Leonora's Halloween Contest Modern Sonnet
I wonder what your thinking, in your country far away And what on earth possesses you to threaten mine today You allow your people to starve, munitions they are first While daily people starve to death and many die of thirst Your father and grandfather should have taught you how to care Instead they shared their legacy of treating people unfair Many live in work camps with three generations or more Simply because they disagreed, so now all must chore You live in style above the rest, have people who adore But deep down, I believe that each person longs for more You teach hatred and despise my country each and every day For freedom and free choice would take yours away Your people follow in fear, like robots in a line I wonder how long they will conform or will it be your time More and more try to escape, or die instead of live In a country such as yours that takes much more than it gives Each building,statue, memorial you have to tell a tale Of twisted truths and travesties instead they often fail For freedom is what's needed in the country you call home Grow food instead of opium,and leave the people alone You have the power in your hands to change what was past Hurry please before it's too late you must do it fast Do not start a war in which more people will die Because your father and grandfather started it with a lie.
I I looked below and saw the dawn from here, Disturbing may, below the light- a man. II "Oh, stranger most, shall I ask you with fear?" III "Dear one, you fear no one", replied the man, "Nor Him, you fear Him not for you are but The holder of the strings of those you sight." IV A second by, I asked him in abrupt, "The guardians of the roof, had they loved me?" V He voiced: "Their love are drawn in stitching crossed, Exquisite yet details are course, you see? The veil from where it rests you should have tossed, Each thread in havoc, one chaotic sea!" VI I spared a tear, his face did went outworn, Afar the lake I headed. God, I'm torn! -oOo-
Who pays this roaring mass? Which pretends it has nothing to do with me? Yet keeps pulling its antenna, To watch what I do? Who pays these seat feelers? To gawk at me Even when I am yawning? Who pays this swam To creep into my bolts And unlock the secrets Of My private business Who pays us? For I have been possessed by their intrigue I find myself doing what they do Yet I am not paid at all I am going on strike This boss has to pay me Because I am becoming a workaholic yet earning Revenge For my Organized scandalous Gossip
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking, breath now visible, I quicken my pace, dusk has fallen, nature is now talking, autumn's chill causes my heart to race. My eyes scan dense forest from left to right, I stop, gain my footing in the thicket, only branch and crimson leaves in my sight, owls call out, and prey upon the cricket. Voices seem to speak from the babbling brook, cold stones, worn smooth, waters of countless days, eyes are everywhere, yet nowhere I look, something is near, I cannot get away. Struggling, my arrow kept at the ready, my once stealthy hand, is now unsteady. This was my original entry for Debbie Guzzi's contest - "A Crown of Sonnets" (This is also the first sonnet that I had ever written.)
I gave up on you years ago Felt love in my life had to go Felt free and strong without care Never needing wanting another there Life has changed so much since then Looking inside I take to pen Wonder have I grown up yet To include something more than a pet Another February comes to be Alone again hello, just me Valentine's day it comes and goes Will I again receive a rosé? Will this be the year I'm ready to see If someone can share their life with me?
Startled I see my dream again tonight Awaking from within me deepest fright Creeping from out my misty eyed slumber The beast inside me began to lumber Catching myself in front of the mirror Your eyes beside me, your shrieks of terror Wax smelt courage, your trigger finger slight Now you see me in a different light Soft moonlighted skin dotted with twin holes For my ravens guide me to sinful souls Now conjuring up your holy spirits Refuse you the truth because you fear it And yet again I wake a lonely Knight My dear, come here, promise I won't bite
I'm sitting on the side of this cliff, Looking down into the emptiness, I know I am alone but what if, I was not so god damn hideous. Maybe I should not have gotten up today, And all of a sudden, I stand up and try to keep these feelings at bay, I need to keep them hidden. Cause I can't let anyone see them, Need to pretend to be dreaming of going far. Buts thats why you are reading this poem, Even though it seems so bizarre. But I can't guarantee, That I won't just recede.
Oh mother, dear mother, come make my bed, for the sun grows tired and has lost its shine; come bless the place where I will lay my head, surround it with angels, all that's divine. ~ Oh mother, dear mother, come bar the door, count the slow clock's chime as shadows descend. Eve's breeze is now listless, birds sings no more, all the land lays in silence , till night ends. ~ Oh mother, dear mother, sing me to sleep, drown the foul voice of fears infestation; let us join strength, to one another keep, safe here in your care, and consolation. Dear father, please protect us through the night, save us from all harm, till dawn brings us light
How do we ever know whom we've come to know All we see is their periphery, externally on show But what resides from within, can be River Deep, Mountain High With levels we can't seem to count, internally they cry Internally they cry, into a world we can't comprehend It's no wonder they appear like this, if me, I'd be round the bend One minute their world seems so right, suddenly a darkness descends All it took was explainable, but a different signal they send A different signal they send, yet it's receiver appears to know What was there originally no longer appears to show Just like a pendulum swinging, to the left and to the right No middle happy medium, for when it stops out goes their light When it stops out goes their light, and a darkness descends Maybe it's what they had become, driven round the bend http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-16.php
I find myself not , eating, thinking, and sleeping Sometimes , not doing things right in my life The many obstacles , Im going threw Just to reach one goal The many blocks, I walk Day or Night Sometimes confuse on time Wishing it was a dream The moment , I heard You went to sleep All, I keep saying is Who , understood me like you For the many reasons I love you I appreciated everything, you did From the braveness, you gave my soul The gentleness, in your words For each teardrop, you wiped off my face Now, my teardrops seem to reach the ground While , I look in (Heaven) Praying your looking down Showering this fear off my skin Feel my feet They're so weak But , for you I get on my knees Singing and crying, to God That my angel is you So , I can whisper in your ear Mama, make me brave Brave like you June 8th 2012
< master of disguise menacing havoc I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick but one illuminates from presents sight tis I carries master key whom ends plight brushstroke if must with your evilness twist for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss poke and probe away with your woven schemes tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems your inferno fire from gates of hell diminished by just one shake from this bell so bring on your barriers and good grief's tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp but turning check telling to kiss thy ass Entry For Thvia Shetley's The Devil Made Me Do It Sonnets Only Contest G.L. All
(Note: it is rare that I make drastic changes to anything I write, but a friend made some suggestions about changing my poem DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT, and I agree with her. Here is the change, I believe it makes a much stronger poem...and very timely." DEATH OF A GAY MADAMOISELLE Dear Stella, there's your path, into the park, deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine, the quiet of the night accents the dark and you can feel your breathing now and then. The peaceful gloom, enveloped by a mist, all black and gray and shades of morbid white, accentuates the place your eyes have missed, where someone waits, who's watched you every night. This place, where gendarmes warn to be aware, tonight is more foreboding than you've known, and so you pause; you look; is someone there? it's then you realize, you are alone. The snapping of your heels you hear increase, as if the hurry puts your mind at peace. Engulfed, the path leads up and from the Seine, and then you'll be out of this narrow pit, but suddenly you feel the eyes again, much closer than a glove too small to fit. You struggle with your thinking, in a word, to flee or just pretend no one is there, and so you hum a tune you've never heard, and place your safety in your mother's prayer. Oh, Stella, Stella, in the spring you'll wed, your sweet Marie, believe she's at your side, and you will laugh at all this gloom and dread... though courage might have found you, it has lied. The shadows all are moving; you can hear the breathing of someone who's all too near. The quiet; crickets sounding no alarm, but now a drizzle rain cools at your heat, and tingles flowing down onto your arm remind you of the friends you'll never meet; quite suddenly, she's grabbed you from behind, and muffles any sound you might have found, you cannot scream, to hurt is in your mind, but she's too quick, she's pinned you to the ground. Who is this thing, your lover or your friend, you might have pained...why does she want you dead? or is this just someone who brings the end, you've never known, with killing in her head? You feel no teardrops, feel no blood nor fright, there's only pain, then blinding, blinding light.... © 2003 ron wilson aka veebdosa
Many-toothed Thing Nighttime has fallen across the whole land And silence deafens the ear to all sound; Darkness so deep that I can't see my hand Or many-toothed things that are lurking around. I feel my pace suddenly quicken with fright, Supposing a ravenous beast is behind; Some bloodthirsty, vicious creature of night That can't be envisioned by any sane mind. Abruptly—an alien noise makes me turn: A snap of twig, or maybe dry bone. My wide eyes see nothing, my gut starts to churn As I realize the cause of the fear that I own. The terrible, monstrous beast I can't see Is really a different expression of me.
Of all the scary sights that we behold, The measure of our fear remains unmatched. And even with the most horrendous mold, We cast away the scene our mind has patched. But shut the very eyes from which you see, And darkness will indulge your mind for free. For darkest shadows that inspire fear Loom not in what you see but what you hear. But spite the fear and listen through and through With time you breach the sound with crimson blade. For there exists so much to frighten you, That in the end you cease to be afraid. The time will come when fear will pass with grace. And chimes become the tears of glassy space.
I got this confusion, I simply cannot sleep My heart is aching badly, but I found no reason to weep A news from the men in the front line That the war is near to ending, Yet nobody can ascertain which side is going to win I pray for the brave men To be home soon alive and safe A sound sleep for their children They left home before bed I feed them with the hopes That their daddies will win the fight They'll be back if not the morrow Maybe after the next three nights. I am a yellow bastard Who refused to join the rest Of their effort to gain freedom While their own lives are at risk. I can see the shame on my face I can taste my own disgrace My way of self-redemption Is to wish our men all safe. Date & Time of Writing August 11, 2007 1:11am - 1:53am A bit of history: Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, at that time the commander of the Seventh U.S. Army (but he was more popular as the commander of the Third U.S. Army towards the war's end), visited a military hospital in Sicily on Aug. 3, 1943. He walked past the beds of wounded soldiers, asking them about their injuries. Coming to the bed of a soldier who lacked visible signs of injury, Patton inquired about his health. The soldier, 18-year-old Pvt. Charles H. Kuhl, had been initially diagnosed as having a case of psychoneurosis. He told the General that he couldn't mentally handle the battle lines. "It's my nerves," he said. "I can hear the shells come over but I can't hear them burst." Patton, so enraged, slapped Kuhl across the face and called him a "Yellow Bastard".
FROM AN ABUSED LADY I've known our end is here for sometime now, but your sweet talking ways led my heart on to think we'd overcome it all somehow avoiding what is plain, our love is gone. So now the truth, and cold reality, comes to my mind, as sure as do your lies. And I must put aside what you tell me but not the truth that's in your lying eyes. How you could beg my love then go your way into anothers arms, I shouldn't know, now time is gone when I'd have more to say and so I'll simply bid you now to go. And if your fits of rage leave one more mark, your future will be bleak, and cold, and dark. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet.
Like Edgar Allan Poe I live in death and in dread of "The Raven," that dark rime of gloominess in that bird of dark time and evil spirits, ghosts, and haunted breath. Contemptible bird! You've arrived from Hell and from the nightmares of mine own bedtime to punish me for my sin and my crime: indifference to God and to what's well. O hell-spawn, dreadful creature of the wing! Must you condemn me for the dead Lenore with the dark ebb and flow of your cruel sting? Like Poe, I have crossed o'er your evil door and into the abyss of this curséd thing.... O Raven! I, like Poe, do die therefore.
When you hallucinate our unknown fear, In the act of offsetting the oracles.Therefore Forworning ownself from its sacrosanctity shear, Subsisting off at the expense of the rescissive cycle, & It is risked to be answerably clear of the recidivistion, On our ragout heads would yet behest fairer? In the greegree region, If the unbeknownst boko were only so tinder, Would not its saracenic harem stoke. So they shorn in the allotments of massive alopecician , As trying tardy in some doubtful spoke, Men left out in its tincture realms, spun in the air like a coin to come to face the faced,Grappling with the Hecates seeing an unkingly estranged from what had besought men engendered.
I woke to hear the sound of flapping sails, With rigging gently slapping on the mast. How strange a sound I thought within the vales, Where from my window pane, a ship sailed past. So dreary was its visage as it sailed, On weary waves across the eerie sky. The sailors hid their tears and softly wailed, When captain death swept past them with his scythe. The reaper turning slowly looked my way, With eyes that blackened out the very light. He beckoned me to board without delay, While claiming that my soul was his by right. And as I prayed to God my soul to save, I felt the creaking hull and rolling waves.
Twilight cast eerie shadows 'pon the tree A lonely tree with frail limbs dark and bare Reaching into dusk with despairing plea Will the sun rise again this anxious year Going into the dark gloaming is scary Twilight of life is an arduous time The setting sun against open field airy Paints a picture of a future sublime Mountains that peek through clouds at setting sun Rocky ragged, difficult heights to scale When hair is white His love has just begun He'll sustain me when my body is frail Into the gloaming glide~ quiet time comes Over the mountains many more lifetimes Finis' Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Contest: One In Three: Write Beautifully Scripture reference: Isaiah 46:4
I know you but I don't know myself Now I am lost in you with no hope I knew you and your soul enticed me For days I watered you with love I created the complete love incarnate You compelled me like a witch I delve for your love portions But all the time there were whispers Murmurs of the sweet love dressed With a ginormous smile that covered My little dove I trusted with my life I ran among turmoil of miserable life Thou I knew that your arms had spaces Let go of my love now so I shall see eternity
Bats do fly on this spooky autumn night Land on an old tree that's deader than dead There's a noose that hangs from the greatest height Hangs over the grave of man with no head Sky has an orange tint to it tonight Pumpkins enjoy the color and absorbs Feeling the fear that's in the air with fright Seeing now a witch with her crystal orbs Placing one on the headless ghost's tombstone She invokes the spirit to come forth here Quickly he shows up, but he's not alone Spirits from all around arrive that scare The witch knows her defeat and rides her broom She'll get the headless spirit sometime soon Russell Sivey
When Death, the vast unknown, and all therein Whose thoughts tremor feel I without reserve, Always has been this strain upon my skin, Absent courage and woe do strike a nerve. Alas, when I'm with you, I fear Death not, In short a time, my fear, I do suspend, To be with thine, whose zeal I love a lot Thy feel, thy touch, do make all dread transcend. A test to know my love, in sooth, is real Innate, with love, so filled, Death hath no clout, For all, love poor, fear hath too much to deal The world may end, yet I, remain devout. To keep her long, I free myself of me, Only thy heart hath to look once, here be.
Where nightmares wait to touch the soul with fear, The path of darkness leads beyond the night, Come closer; love, for I am waiting here, To unearth desires in blood curdling fright. A vampire's kiss to set your heart alight, As immortal dreams return to our sight, If you should dare to step inside this place, A hidden world that leaves no earthly trace. Oh love I am so weary from the chase, By name I call you here to comfort me, My poisoned eyes hunger to see your face, And let my lips set your own spirit free, As we join in one immortality, Even in darkness love is the only key. Form: Choi's Sonnet
can this be the room where the Ripper was? Jack the Ripper killed a number of girls killing ladies of the night without cause and he gave Scotland Yard greatest more curls his identity still remains unknown maybe jack the Ripper wasn't a man the name Jack the Ripper is so well known this room on Osborn Street home to a man even though his identity not known a nearby foot print seemed like a huge man the real Jack the Ripper may not be known his identity mystery to man but maybe that room has all the answers once it is studied by examiners
Living in Paris as un homme du monde* searching for la belle dame* strolling by the Seine dreaming of stars gliding... when she starts her swift danse macabre*, to forget she was a famous femme savante.* In autres temps,* Marie was a beauty: who conquered wealthy men in France and Italy... her soprano's voice stunned them in each scene! Ma belle Marie,* tout le monde*: from New York to Paris, went wild applauding you in elegant Opera Houses! Ma belle Marie,* you savored success and riches, hating the baby in your womb; and not being satisfied, you attempted to mercilessly destroy two lives! Ma belle Marie,* get rid of that vile thought...replace it with thankful payers! I came to Paris to be un homme du monde,* not to put flowers on your tomb! Translation un homme du monde: a sophisticated man la belle dame: the beautiful lady danse macabre: dance of death femme savante: learned and cultured woman autres temps: other times ma belle Marie: my beautiful Marie tout le monde: everybody
.................SAVAGE. Negotiating's not part of our fame, But bringing Death, and this we always will, As certain as we have, throughout our game Of Hide and Seek, and eager for the kill. The crashing in of door, always our way, Make no mistake, only the dead will know What never comes to light of night or day, Remaining part of where the dead will go. Our aim is for the kill, destruction of All things within the sight of this, the dare. To anyone brought on by those in love, Though innocent, we leave them dying there. Don't look for understanding in our eyes And we've no time for hearing truth or lies. ...............© ron wilson
I know my son was inside with their dogs And women dressed in uniforms who held Their sharpened knives and made my son undress. This is the way Americans fight war. Confusing thoughts enter my mind Combined with anger, sadness. ****. The Lord, is my child to die? If it is your will, please end him. How could the Lord let this happen? My sweet poor boy and his humility He is nothing but a toy to women. This is the way Americans fight war. My family weeps for my son. My country prays for their own sons. -Caroline Youngless
O, my beloved, your dear voice I hear; No earthly voice can sooth my tremb'ling soul Nor calm, as yours does, angry waves that roll About my little bark. The dragon rears; His breath, like flaming billows, seeks to sear My heart until my hope in blackened coals Lies devoured among the briny shoals. Then, just in time, you do appear, And at your word, all doubt is driv'n away; I hear the melody your voice does make. The fiery dragon has naught else to say, My love, not at his terrors need I shake. My soul, it knows your master touch; at bay He lies, the vanquished foe your voice did break.
With screams echoing through these halls, Smoke begins to rise. Retuning to these murder filled walls, It's the past I have learnt to despise. Lights flashing red, blue, and white. Sitting up against the door, We've held up one hell of a fight. A knock on the door. "You'll deal with my son first!" They pulled my beaten brother by the wrist, As they cursed, Ignoring my bleeding mother. Scared and traumatized, We have survived.
Whispers all around me, but I don't see a soul Feelings of dread and regret consumes my being Is there some dark spirit around that I'm not seeing? Maybe I'm crazy, but am I the one who's supposed to be playing this role? Dreaming this reality up, yet it seems so real Lucidity is ever so fluent; smooth as can be Pretend time becoming a concrete fantasy Regardless of where I end up, this is surreal They say the white light is prevalent, but I disagree A multitude of shapes and colors are profuse With all of this around me, how could I not exist? Reality is what you make it, I still am the real me Time to make new and to really let loose Haunting the past will be tough to resist
The lonely woman walks through the graveyard She feels like she's within a crazy ward Skeletons rise, frighten her completely She thinks she chose her way incorrectly Zombies come to her looking for fresh food She fears this event is not looking good She hears dark noises coming from the sky Then she sees witches flying way up high Just before the skeletons grab her neck She screams at all the ghosts that call and beck They converge at once to tear her apart Just orange is what she sees at this part Pain envelopes her as she finds her soul It's ripped out of her, she now sees their goal Russell Sivey
Blood on my walls fall down with the rain Twelve years and my conscience has driven me insane The smell of rotted flesh scurries past my skin Twelve years come and go; still alone in my sin She was beautiful and all of just eight years old Wouldn't let me take her outside at night for a lovers stroll On top of her precious body I moved in rhythmic time Hush hush darling don't tell these parents of you and I She bled and cried and wouldnt stop screaming So I slit open her kneck and filled it with semen If only she would have allowed herself to make love to a man like me But instead she chose to be buried in my seed Now nobody knows of the whereabouts of the golden haired child Locked in my cellar, perfect, still and tamed of her wild
LORD! We will be blessed with a heaven, Where fountains of milk and honey will run! Where no pain and tears will darken! Where on desire, everything will be won! Only around pleasure and beauty, but fear none! Forever on, will dwell there immortally, yes unforgotten! O Lord, but, I should adore this framed heaven, These captive minds overlook a blessing; it's a notion, Ah this another life will free the soul from this dreading ocean, Where Fright of loss of a beloved won't haunt me like a demon, Where night won't terrorize my soul of any misfortune, Oh yes there would my soul rest with no fear frozen, Will wear a smile when this disquieting concern will be abandon, I say only this peace of heaven will make my heaven …heaven
A frightened heart will tremble when unsealed And eyes of fear corrupt by need's desires To suffocate a heart, to never yield A pause, if tendered gift not one of fire This judgment caused by one that's insecure To fill a darkened void by lover's light And bask in glow from radiance still pure Now kept in dungeon chained by heart's delight To free this gift to soar without restraint And flee the bonds of Earth on freedom's wings And feel the tender breath not love's constraint Release the fear that frightened hearts can bring How long will lovers live with binding chains? And trapped by tethered fear love disdains
Some thing in the ground Her poor body found Woke up and wanted to be A thing in the ground Without hardly a sound That could crawl away to me Out of the mound And no longer bound The thing is finally free It sniffed around Like an old bloodhound And found its way to me.
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE Return To Hell Tonight love flies from where love never seems to occupy, it comes from time somewhere, and long ago, from emptiness of dreams you've long forgot, but they are steaming there deep in the night, from where I've spread my wings and fly into your life in need of me but be aware, sometimes my love it stings upon your neck but sets your spirit free; and then we fly through all of time and space into the mist that's lifting cool and blue back to the forests long burned by the race straight to the heart of love that bothers you; and you will love me like you've loved before when you were someone else demanding more. Take wing my love! There's naught your heart should fear It's just like deja vu or times gone by look deep into your death--love will appear your love will never let your spirit die and all are just as undead as I've been, the only difference is you you come and go, while dying as you have I've never seen nor had the peace of mind the dead all know. but love is constant in my life and heart demanding blood be pumping through my vein and when you feel my bite you'll be a part of everything I've ever been, again. Yes you have lived before and loved too well and that's the price you pay to live in Hell.
BOSNA RIVER - Sarajevo 1995 I love you death, and welcome all you're not; no love, no hate, no failing and no gain, no fighting for the things we haven't got nor wondering about our latest pain. Your mercy is a thing I surely bless anticipating you, my only friend, who brings conclusion to life's wretchedness the only one who knows us in the end. So come you now as I help you along the Bosna's tried to drown me in my past, but now I know your timing is not wrong and so I live and breath for you at last. Your nothingness is what I hunger for and in your end, I pray there's nothing more. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I LOVE YOU, DEATH I love you death, and welcome all you're not; no love, no hate, no failing and no gain, no fighting for the things we haven't got nor wondering about our latest pain. Your mercy is a thing I surely bless anticipating you, my only friend, who brings conclusion to all wretchedness the only one who knows us in the end. So come you now as I help you along you know you've tried to get me in the past but now I know your timing is not wrong and so I live and breath for you at last. Your nothingness is what I hunger for and in your end, I pray there's nothing more. © ron wilson
When I think about the fact that you are leaving, It leaves me with a painful feeling in my chest, Not even this high can get rid of that feeling, Why did it have to happen so fast? You told me to stay strong, And you wont be gone for long. I'll just have to get used to not seeing your face every morning, To me, it just feels too wrong. Could you reassure me again? That this is not it for us. Just writing this is making my head spin, And it makes my chest ache. I just wish I could say another goodbye, Just one more hug before we say bye.
NIGHT FEARS When distant daylight's been spent and spilled, My lamp alone lights the curtained darkness Of unseen fear, which has always filled The weary black pit yawning endless Into the night; and all the unknown Terrors of the dreamworld Conspire to extinguish my lamp lone When the smothering curtain is unfurled. Oh, how the dawn moves on leaden feet To reach far into the shaded recess. Oh, let it make haste to meet My darkness with mothering succor and nearness. Awaiting the fear - it's deep behind the lampless curtain. Wanting the dawn - it creeps slow and uncertain. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Debbie Guzzi 's Contest " Fear "
The all seeing moon gave me a strange look, Freeing the midnight hidden within me, A starlit promise, days darkness forsook that haunt my madness almost tenderly. I've held an hour, cupped it in my hand, Now its ghost returns while others sleep, I bow to its will, obey its command, Forever it vows as nevermore creeps. Where should I keep the memory of light, How is love eclipsed by unfeeling dawn? Why can total silence muffle our might And the smallest glint be too bright and long? Weak, I gazed at the indifferent moon, Certain that the sun would shadow me soon. *An homage to Poe.
Passion arrives in his sudden embrace It speaks to me in his smile and his eyes It shows in his fiery touch and his face wooing me, gently, to my sweet demise With every kiss desire gains more ground to conquer the wariness of my heart should I be sure it is love I have found I fear my need for him as our lips part My fear leads me to question the wisdom of one heart relying on another It's not smart to wager the kingdom's heart on a few sweet kisses from a lover As I protest, he leans in to dismiss and destroy my argument with a kiss.
A white façade and wedding cake tiers will not return its vanishing roses nor silence the keening under piers nor disguise the danger that it poses. O'er we grieving, the ceiling will press with each sad step hear the floorboards resist, Every creak that you hear will only stress a foreknowledge that shadows can persist. Beware those curving stairs and do not trust the iron railing, its strength do not test, Below its surface hides layers of rust as veiled as the dead unable to rest. Why stay the night, I reason and posit, Why leave at all, then whispers a spirit. * For Catie Lindsay's Word Game Contest **Inpsired by Poe's Fall of the House of Usher
Tell of your unspoken and profound anguish before the thickest night shadows vanish, let light return as dawn brings in new happy tunes; rekindle the lost flame of youth while spring blooms! Find that court troubadour from distant France, he can write another song and make you dance, why waste tears that will dry up as light rain, when your wish can be used as a pretty refrain? This castle cannot offer you freedom and joy, its walls are as impregnable as his might; a faithful queen stands by her king as a sky lit by bright moonlight... should you avoid the strong temptation that lured Helen of Troy? Tell of your unspoken and profound anguish.... what's the sense of living without a wish?
FOREVER FREE I stand before you, judged, a sinner be relinquishing all rights, I might have had, but pray thee quick, to judge the soul of me then lay to rest--the sins that drive me mad. I seek forgiveness, that's all of my plea, for all I've been in life, as having fun, and all the hurt--that's been--because of me I pray put in the past, as if there's none. I ask your guidance, on my bended knee protect my days ahead, if there are some and never let mine eyes again to see the lust of life from where all sin has come. And Jesus, give me wisdom, now to be your servant who's been saved--forever free! © ron wilson
Fear Not The Darkness Fear not the darkness of a shallow grave laugh at the folly of living to save Treasures on your greed filled list dance as if death does not exist Forgive at least one unforgiveable deed let heart seek comfort not stir greed Strike the fear from your lost soul dream of another very precious goal A love that blesses all that which matters leaving behind the failings that shatter A gift so often found when one looks away creating a heart that never ever strays Fear not changes that send a greater life cut away such fear with a spirited knife... Robert J.Lindley , 06-15 -2014
BattleCry So stirs the heart of man, the great delight, to raise a banner high, the march of fate; to lead the way, where only dark of night, might find a way to quench the thirst for hate; and lessor men will follow any call, of self appointed leaders of the day, the good, the bad, the dead, but butchers all, one crowned in might, the other in decay! To follow is the way, if wrong or right, determined by the one who stands at last, we hold this judgement, as if heaven might just comprehend the end that binds us fast. and when we see it come around once more, all wonder is what leads us on to war??? ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)
LEAVE THEM BONES ALONE The day we die is peace to what's the soul to fly into and through the dark of space We join the love of God-- death is our goal, into the light of Him and His embrace; But as we go, one part we leave behind 'tis physical, and what we think's the end; and buried in the heap, if we've the mind, or burned and scatterred to the blowing wind! Them bones that dry won't stand the test of time; and if there's thought to be a bit of gold; the search is on, through earthly grist and grime to dig us up, so that our tale is told! The curse of time is on the diggers head; With little thought they make love to the dead. © ron wilson ©
Back bent, Spine protruding from withered figure, His face a creeping shadow, Scattering, revealing pale ghost beneath, Breathing eerier croaks from dark fathoms within, Lips parched, A bumpy mess of scales, His eyes dug deep within the shrivels of his face, Reflecting with joy his distant youth, Quivering lost paper in wind, As those lips part one final time, No one listens to his great last words, Expecting him to quietly slip away with grace, Death his friend he must embrace.
.......HOURGLASS When all the sand's run out for yesterday and here you stand reflecting on it all, no matter what you do, or what you say you'll never change the way time has to fall; the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor, announcing time's run out, as you can see, all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more, as if the way it's piled is meant to be; all Heaven knows you've done the best you could to shape tomorrow as you'd want today, but somehow things don't go just as they should and sands of time don't always fall your way. The best we'll ever do is turn the stand and hope again our time goes as we've planned. .................© ron wilson
Fearful Courage Courage is not the absence of fear In Bruce and Sisyphus courage was there. But in their foreheads fear did appear Anxiety is the thing they could not forebear. Deities instill in your mind awe And you are to revere them in holy dread. In worship, you are attached with a thread The fear factor does not always abide by the law. Marijuana imparted a spiritual vision To the beaten 'Beat' poets. The holy man in vision sets His dream to succeed, to fulfill his mission. Fear and courage draped in the same loin Are in fact the twin sides of the same coin. Pradip Mondal
Those nights disturbed by dreams of passion's touch, Her lips the rose inspiring gentle sighs, That break the fear my heart demands too much. The essence of her breast wears no disguise, As pulses echo in love's tender kiss, In this desire there is no compromise. Should darker fears then create an abyss, Denying senses the wonder of dreams, Can one simple touch save a soul from this? For love is blessed by the moon's silver beams, When lovers seek the beauty found amid The joining of souls in desirous streams. Those nights disturbed by dreams of passion's touch, That break the fear my heart demands too much. Form: Terza Rima Sonnet
The bird that flew so fast It could not see the path And was carried off in flight Leaving the wind far behind... so far above the course It traveled with such haste That fear stopped the flapping And it came crashing down... Romeo Della Valle- New York City
Darkness takes corporeal form tonight The evil resides in a human shell The cold wind blowing, you can feel his might Pain and suffering he shall soon expel Fresh is the dark red blood upon his maw The smell of death lingering in the air His loud yell sends the crows off with a caw Oh, pain and suffering he will soon share Walking down the street while all are asleep Hunting and searching for the first victim His for the taking are these helpless sheep Just one can make this future look less dim He waits upon the bed of endless sleep For the blood of the innocents to seep
Look who's now looking when things fall apart; Oblige the lacking in things left undone; Invoke the slacking as lazy upstarts; Trust your reckoning to corrupt your pun; Ending is starting to be frightening; Reach for the scary moments that hurl lack; Invoice your tearing for random straining; Notice the dreary figments in playback; Give your weakness time to capture the vain; Ask to suppress blues that bleed yet more fears; Mangle the bleak chimes that gather more pain; Appease your sad dues with urgency clear; Zest drains away now in melancholy; Empty sad endow life's mad tragedy. Leon Enriquez 07 June 2014 Singapore
'Twas not a night I have not thought of death Coming to me in seconds of my sleep With hands of skull and bone to touch my breath And take it from the lungs thy body keep Wherefore shall I travel upon thy touch Eternal sleepless nights above or low? To take away the lust of air is such A path I am in fear to cross and go In fear I fumble words that will not speak Weak of disease, alone and old in age Thy faith is frail and will more even weak This soul inside has yet not freed its cage The nightmare is knowing that death is near And stencils of the pain that's drawn from fear
YOU LOOKED TOO DEEP You looked too deep where no one's seen before into the very deepest part of me where hides my very breathing soul and more I'd not allowed the world to even see. You made your way right through my heart and mind and opened doors I thought were locked up tight through mazes quite complex that twist and wind into what makes me tick, but out of sight. The walls came tumbling down--you stripped me bare between two heartbeats you came all the way to see my greatest fear that trembled there and then you let me know you wouldn't stay. I sit and look out windows to no where and think of all the nothing that is there. © ron wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)
I LOVE YOU, DEATH I love you death, and welcome all you're not; no love, no hate, no failing and no gain. No fighting for the things we haven't got, nor wondering about our latest pain. Your mercy is a thing I surely bless; anticipating you, my only friend, who brings conclusion to all wretchedness, the only one who knows us in the end. So come you now as I help you along, you know you've tried to get me in the past, but now I know your timing is not wrong, and so I live and breathe for you at last. Your nothingness is what I hunger for, and in your end, I pray there's nothing more.
My Lady taught me well beneath the sky That mine is not to fear eternal flame For fear won't lead me to her realm's divine. To fear her words and never ask her why Condemns my soul with no one else to blame As choices made, they must truly be mine. Yet if I hunger for her paradise She'll cast me out without a second glance For I'm not worthy to be at her side. So I must learn the ways of ancient wise And let her lead me in her wondrous dance Across skies, where she is my celestial guide. I love my Lady for herself, alone She will not deny me, I am her own.
Never knew love the way I know it now Never will I know even when I ask how She left and that was all I'm trying desperately to climb outside this wall I grip the roses stem and blood drips down my wrist I drop to the floor, put my hands on my forehead while in a fist We shared an oath from our lips to Gods ears I placed myself in front of her knife to the heart to quench her fears It killed me to love and lose I'm losing sleep so I smash my clock back to snooze I can't believe I thought she was the one to save me It turns out she was the one to enslave me My trust ran deep like blood coursing through her vein I need to numb the bitter taste so I use novacaine The thought of her is making my heart race My walls are gone and now I have too much space I think my loss is starting to hit me I can't breathe at the thought that she will forget me I fall from my knees with my face sideways on the floor I grip the rose tighter & tell myself I don't want to love evermore I'm fighting the truth and reality at this time I'm in too deep, I'm too weak to climb I feel a cold running through my veins followed by a last chill My eyes are awake yet my body lie still The lights are dimming and my life is flashing in spurts I guess this is what it means when they say love hurts...
ANXIETY A wave that grows from deep inside of me to bring me down--I feel it start to grow; its only name--is called--anxiety, where it comes from--no one could ever know. As tiny needles prick my skin--I feel sensation of a drifting tenderness-- that goes from here to there--and so un-real-- it leads my mind to only second guess at what's invading to the soul of me, and tingles from my fingers, to my toes-- abducted from my world of sanity, I fall into a dark that no one knows. And shaken to an end I can't embrace-- I feel its kiss--but never see its face.
CAGE Deep in the death, the vastness of your eyes that reaches into times eternity, I go, a vagrant, soon to realize you are beginning and the end of me. The fear of born again brings me to tears, of living one more time, as I have done, and unsuspecting, all my greatest fears are realized again, and life goes on. You look at me and bare all you may find, I am a delicate, and easily to break, and you can see me hiding in my mind, from your first look, and I can only shake. The book of me is now one empty page and all of life has just become a cage. © Ron Wilson (aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)
If fear itself is fear, fear not the dead With birthdays and departures on their stone We hold the fear of death inside our head Until the day our coffin keeps the bone Perjure thy fear of life under the mound For fear fondles a lie with every breath It will not be thyself inside the ground Only the copy of thou fear of death The price to pay for living is to die Emerging from the shackles of the flesh Why not enjoy a slice of life with pie Before thy life and unknown journey mesh Nature of life and death change on the lever And life is death, as death is life forever
UnWanted Feelings, UnExpected Bodys That Lye In Battle. To Crash N' Burn I Am Haunted By The Nightmare, Open Minded. "Quivering Boy" I Say Stand Up Face Your Inner -Beast Fight A War; Throw It To The Closet And Be Done With It....... No I Can't A Scare Can Never Be Washed It Still Haunts Me Even At Home. No Excapes: No Exceptions The Guilt That Lyes On A Blanket Of Ash Is My Shame..... No Question! I Am "Haunted". With PTSD!!!
Missing Link. A sickly child lie frail on the sofa in the living room. A knock on the door, His mother opened. The man who entered the child knew it was his father. Whose child is this? "It is your youngest son" his mother said. The children in the street all had a father; the child had waited for him. But his father ignored him, gave chocolate to his sister and brother, then he drank from a bottle, his mother threw him out. Next day asked his mother," are you sure he is my father?" She slapped her son's face and cried.
I look at you and i see myself Hatred bubbling between us Can't Change the past or stop the pain Just wanting to be held again Sex and drugs over powers you You slip away into the haze of the past And I can't keep waiting To see how long this lasts So I scream into the night The fire burns within me I have to find a release from you Because if I don't I'll fall into a blackness The tears run down my face But I hold back my dying rage You were once in a lifetime You laugh and smirk, its all a big joke The ultimatium is what you wrote The knife in my heart is getting deeper And it burns with eternal flame This pain will never stop You are all to ****ing blame So I stop all the fighting I let myself fall into darkness The voices in my ears stop I'm in need of an intervention All I see is a dark cold world The pain I feel is released And I become the darkness you fear
The gift was in a very huge package Alluringly wrapped in the palest pink Card attached was calligraphic in ink Any gift from him was not average When opened with much delight, the contents Caused insecurities to tumble forth___ Joy? Fear of failure came from these presents Taking out least feared __verse__William Wordsworth The essence of the gift to him was good The sum of the gift to her was fear Excitement at this stage of life she could___ Not get a grip__on hold her life for years Should she not fear but just try to use the gift God had given her time now spared her life
Where are these cattle cars taking us to? Instantly a stench travels through my pours. A sign translates "Work sets you free." For Jews? Children are shaking from their very core, men on one side, woman on the other. We're stripped of belongings, to the showers. Chaos breaks out, a scream from my mother. Nobody runs to their loved ones, we're cowards. The flames burned such a beautiful hue, crawling up the skin of the innocent. Thousands of bodies scattered around you, causing you to be only vigilant. These cattle cars have taken us to death. This is not a prison; This is hell on earth.
LEVITATION If you lie still and close your heavy eyes and concentrate on nothing that you feel as in a dream, where you can visualize from out of no where, everything is real. There is a long and narrow cord you find; you thought was cut so many years ago; out shining any sun that's ever shined and made of things that only gods could know. It's stuff of life, and leads to distant dreams not ever dreamt by anyone before, just then you know that nothing's as it seems, and all we are is dreams, and nothing more. The blinding light consumes us in the end and it's a love no one can comprehend.
LOOKING FOR LIGEIA The last of feigning death, love now abides, tuberculin, infectious, inside her breast. She breaths emotion where your hope now hides, and clings to what Melpomene knows best. Dear tragedy of love, deep in her eyes, to love we die, or never love one bit. Your soul--once doomed to Hell--see now it flies renouncing every hope of ending it. Consuming as is love, the hate must flow, each seething, creeping, loathing will to fly, amongst what hope is left, one thought will show; to know the deep of someone, one must die. All of your will, which dieth, less for cause, has ended short of knowing who she was. © ron wilson
Cast be thy fate to live in exile Bated be your fair fluffed fleece Face of said avenue beguiled Ebbed a carmine masterpiece Ebony landscapes you adorn The eyes of thousands you have hooked Whines sharp replicas of thorns Question mark shaped be such nooks Appeased the ice queen had appeared Fabricating jagged thrills of mirth A concept quite eerie, yet linear 'Til done apart by spineless dearth
1629 a little German girl of 7 years was burned as a witch because she could read Condemned to flames because we heard her saith She stood by knowledge she knew was the truth A child unable to enjoy her youth What happened to her right to choose her faith With torture choice was stolen from the world In blood they forced the word in fear of flames And labelled nature's ways as paths of shame As heretics into hell they were hurled Always, we remember the burning times The name of a god that brought fear and pain Lest we dare forget and it happen again O men of the cross we know of your crimes Condemned to flames because we heard her saith What happened to her right to choose her faith
As you'll go through life, there won't be any gentle slopes to climb and reach your height; everything has its own merit, only fear is the obstacle to winning battles, so don't let that fear keep you from that victory: conquer what was unconquerable, and wave your victorious flag joyfully with an enthusiasm too irrepressible! Yesterday, many intricate thoughts of defeat were clustered together and crushed by a doubt; today, your are the supreme winner favored by luck: so idolized by all and even envied by some... for avoiding those gentle slopes! Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Representation you do depict Of a crafty liar who does subsist Can't keep focused in any type of thought In fear of being noticed, in fear of being caught A figure so grand, yet honesty you lack Stature so appealing; strangers you do attract Charisma and charm attached as well Don't get too close for dishonesty they'll smell Reeking of deceitfulness; the aroma engulfs you whole Never believing the price you'd pay would be your entire soul So go ahead and fool them; portray yourself as who you're not For all your lies will catch up with you and never be forgot It's amazing how your contentious has no remorse to show It's astounding how your dignity has vanished ever so slow So go ahead and fool them for I know who and what you are The time is nearing quickly for all that charm to unwittingly disbar © Stacy Lynn Stiles
In this poem you find me standing alone in the darkness of night. Standing in this same place while the sun is up would have been of little or no consequence. Somehow darkness triggers the element of fear in Me. I become afraid and my imagination begins to play tricks on me. When the bewitching hour of midnight arrives I begin to imagine that I see weird and horrible specters made by the nights shadows cast by the wind swept branches of the trees that encircle me. In frenzy and close to madness my mind begins to hallucinate. In a trancelike state my mind thinks it sees three large ghosts. The ghosts are symbols of Mans three greatest fears: The fear of poverty, The fear of getting old and the fear of dying. The most destructive of the three (poverty) steps forward. And in a loud voice speaks. She states that all my fears are two-fold. First, I fear the inevitability of old age and death and the probability of poverty. That these fears are by my own hand because I cling to ancestral fears that were and still are a mixture of ignorance and religious fantasies and the cause of all my dread. Standing in the silence of the night when Heavenly sights disappear from my view I found myself lonely and afraid. Then As midnight approached the shadows turned to Horrid, winged specters leaping about me. I was mesmerized by their ghastliness. Suddenly there appeared from their midst three Giant ghosts standing before me possessed. The largest of the three stepped forward. She Began to speak in a thunderous voice. "Your fear is two-fold: You fear what you see, Us! At the same time your fears are by choice. You cling to ancestral fears concocted In ignorance, steeped in religious dread."


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ANAHEIM, Calif. -- Justin Masterson pitched shutout ball into the seventh inning and the Cleveland Indians bounced back from their most lopsided loss of the season to beat the sputtering Los Angeles Angels 6-2 Monday night in the opener of a 10-game road trip.
Brent Lillibridge homered off All-Star lefty C.J. Wilson (9-9), who dropped his fifth straight decision.
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The JCC Maccabi Games® have been celebrated for the last 31 years and enjoyed by over 120,000 athletes from around the world. Designed to connect Jewish teens to one another and to feel part of K'lal Israel- the greater Jewish people and their Jewish homeland–the Games serve as a transformative Jewish experience for today's teens. The JCC Maccabi Games® also offer Jewish teens the chance to give something back to their communities through Days of Caring and Sharing, as well have informal Jewish educational experiences while competing in a week-long friendly sports competition.
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Does anybody have any tips, advice, pictures or whatnot about how you go about organizing a 3 faucet tower... Things are so cramped it takes me so long to put things together and take them appart...
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KABUL, Afghanistan - The Taliban and the U.S. said Tuesday they will hold talks on finding a political solution to ending nearly 12 years of war in Afghanistan, as the international coalition formally handed over control of the country's security to the Afghan army and police.
The Taliban met a key U.S. demand by pledging not to use Afghanistan as a base to threaten other countries, although the Americans said they must also denounce al-Qaida.
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Muhammad Naeem a representative of the Taliban speaks during a press conference at the official opening of their office in Doha, Qatar, Tuesday. In a major breakthrough, the Taliban and the U.S. announced Tuesday that they will hold talks on finding a political solution to ending nearly 12 years of war in Afghanistan as the Islamic militant movement opened an office in Qatar.
Obama, who was attending the G-8 summit in Northern Ireland, praised Afghan President Hamid Karzai for taking a courageous step by sending representatives to discuss peace with the Taliban.
"It's good news. We're very pleased with what has taken place," U.S. Secretary of State John Kerry said in Washington. British Prime Minister David Cameron, whose country has the second-largest contingent of troops in Afghanistan after the U.S., called opening the office "the right thing to do."
As the handover occurred, four U.S. troops were killed Tuesday at or near Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan, U.S. defense officials said. The officials said the four were killed by indirect fire, likely a mortar or rocket, but they had no other details. The officials spoke on condition of anonymity because they were not authorized to provide details on the deaths.
Officials with the Obama administration said the office in the Qatari capital of Doha was the first step toward the ultimate U.S.-Afghan goal of a full Taliban renunciation of links with al-Qaida, the reason why America invaded the country on Oct. 7, 2001, shortly after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks against the United States.
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Last Girl Standing haha. Link me some PruCan or UKUS. 3/31/2012 #3 |
BergamotAndRevolutionaryFervor Kay~ Oh, if you like USUK, you should look up Liete. She has this relly good USUK series (although it starts out as UKUS) It's one of my favorite fanfics ever Although the first couple are a bunch of one shots, then there's "Love Will Find a Way", which has the rest. It also should have the list of the one-shots in order 3/31/2012 #4 |
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Vendetta 5th *does not watch anime* 3/31/2012 #6 |
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Vendetta 5th I only read Manga sometimes, so :P 3/31/2012 #8 |
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Last Girl Standing Volcanoes will erupt. Tsunamis will flood countries. Missiles will be accidentally fired. Nuclear bombs will go off. The Apocolypse will happen. Want to know why?... Russia showed Fear. 3/31/2012 #10 |
BergamotAndRevolutionaryFervor ALEX YOU BETTER LOVE ME CAUSE THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! *dies* It's in the order in which she posted them, not in chronological order sadly, because I just don't have that kinda patience. Oh, and it's a delinquent AU by the way. Even if you don't like it, she has a bajillion other USUK stories, which are really good http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5786144/1/As_You_Are http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5941627/1/As_You_Were http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5951488/1/Downfall http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5981283/1/As_I_Want_You_to_Be (This one has 2 chapters; this is also where it sorta changes from UKUS to USUK) http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6011947/1/Take_Your_Time_Hurry_Up http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6041835/1/Precious http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6064844/1/As_An_Old_Enemy http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6087580/1/In_Over_His_Head http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6112188/1/As_An_Old_Memory http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6121768/1/Wash http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6138874/1/Under_This_Roof http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6182777/1/Love_Will_Find_a_Way (This is the one that has all the rest of the chapters afterwards) 3/31/2012 #11 |
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Last Girl Standing America x England = Sealand 3/31/2012 #14 |
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Last Girl Standing I tried to hit my computer. *hates FrUK* 3/31/2012 #20 |
Dreamyy Guisee :[ we have another chat that isn't filled up! AND HUNGER GAMES. WAS. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. 3/31/2012 #21 |
BergamotAndRevolutionaryFervor *le gasp* How can you hate it! I love pretty much every pairing with England. USUK, FrUk, SpUk (Which is usually just BDSM and noncon~), PrUK, IggyPan, and more that I can't think of at the moment 3/31/2012 #22 |
Last Girl Standing Holy crap. -America gets hit- England: America! *fangirls* 3/31/2012 #23 |
BergamotAndRevolutionaryFervor That movie had a lot of fanservice for FrUk/USUK shippers... It was beautiful~ 3/31/2012 #24 |
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BergamotAndRevolutionaryFervor Noncon=nonconsensual. I don't read it too much, but occasionally... But I prefer dubcon (Dubious consent) Iggypan= England/Japan ...It actually tends to have a lot of non/dubcon too... 3/31/2012 #28 |
BergamotAndRevolutionaryFervor Sure~ 3/31/2012 #29 |
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The Department of Business and Economics at Lebanon Valley College invites applications for a full-time, tenure-track assistant professor of accounting starting in August 2015. The assistant professor of accounting is responsible for teaching a standard academic course load as assigned by the chair of the Department of Business and Economics and/or the Director of the Master of Business Administration program. Lebanon Valley College currently offers three undergraduate degrees in business (Business Administration, Accounting and Economics) as well as an M.B.A. degree. Courses are taught by faculty with years of experience in research, consulting, government, entrepreneurship, and international studies. Departmental coursework focuses on building proficiencies and knowledge in key areas, such as information technology, ethics, professionalism, and teamwork, while stressing the development of critical thinking, creativity, and communications skills. The position requires a C.P.A. with a master's degree in accounting and/or taxation preferred; as well, a C.P.A. with an M.B.A. will be considered; a Ph.D. in accountancy is highly desirable. Qualifications also include: professional experience in accounting; previous program and curriculum course development experience; experience teaching in a college classroom at the undergraduate and/or master's level is highly desirable as well as a prior record of teaching excellence including but not limited to blended and online delivery. Qualifications to teach courses in additional disciplines is highly desirable. A familiarity with ACBSP business school accreditation standards is desirable; as well as a commitment to the assessment of learning outcomes. More information about the department can be found at http://www.lvc.edu/business-economics/. Applicants should submit a cover letter, curriculum vitae, statement of teaching philosophy, three confidential letters of recommendation, and unofficial graduate transcripts at http://apply.interfolio.com/27042. Review of materials will begin immediately and will continue until the position is filled.
The assistant professor of business and operations management is responsible for teaching a standard course load at both the master's and bachelor's levels. Lebanon Valley College currently offers three bachelor's degrees in business (Accounting, Business Administration and Health Care Management) and an MBA degree to working professionals earning their degree through part-time enrollment. This is a nine month, non-tenure track faculty position. Qualifications include: a Ph.D. in operations management or related field, or a D.B.A. with a master's degree in operations management or related field and significant professional experience in operations management or related field; academically qualified to teach in at least one other specialty area (e.g. business statistics); applicable professional certifications (i.e. LEAN, Six Sigma, ERP, SAP) are preferred; experience teaching at the master's level is highly desirable; and a record of excellence in teaching including blended and online delivery is also preferred. Some executive level work experience or consulting is preferred as well as program, curriculum, or online course development experience. Familiarity with ACBSP business school accreditation standards is desirable. Review of applications will begin immediately and continue until the position is filled. Interested applicants are invited to submit a letter of interest, curriculum vitae, and contact information for three professional references at http://apply.interfolio.com/26595.
Teaching Fellow in English The Lebanon Valley College Department of English invites applications for a teaching fellow in English with a specialization in communications and creative writing. The position is a one-year, full-time, position with a 3-4 teaching load. Candidates who have completed the Ph.D., as well as candidates who are nearing completion of the Ph.D. will be considered. Candidates should have a prior record of excellence in teaching. The successful candidate will teach courses that include first-year writing, multimedia narratives, and persuasive writing. Complete applications, including cover letter, C.V., statement of teaching philosophy, sample syllabi, and at least three letters of reference should be submitted through Interfolio at http://apply.interfolio.com/28613. The position will be open until filled with best consideration given to candidates who apply by March 23, 2015.
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Controller The Lebanon Valley College Business Office seeks a controller. The controller provides accounting and financial reporting leadership and oversight to the college and ensures compliance with applicable Federal and State regulations. The controller is responsible for the development and implementation of accounting policies, procedures and controls, management of accounting functions, financial reporting and audit, cash management, and oversight of business operations. Qualifications include: a bachelor's degree; MBA or CPA is preferred; 7 years of successful experience in the same or a related field, preferably in a higher education setting; proven successful management experience; excellent oral and written communication skills; excellent interpersonal skills and the ability to work collaboratively; excellent customer service skills with a particular focus on being student centric; ability to multitask with success and meet deadlines; ability to demonstrate open communication with a commitment to transparency in decision making; and the capacity to work effectively in a team environment and also work well independently. Interested applicants should submit a resume, letter of interest and contact information for three professional references through Interfolio at http://apply.interfolio.com/28471 by March 6, 2015. Full Job Description Director of Alumni and Parent Engagement The Lebanon Valley College office of advancement seeks a director of alumni and parent engagement. The director of alumni and parent engagement serves as the primary representative of the college to its alumni. The director plans and implements programs and activities designed to provide service to, and cultivate the interest and involvement of, LVC alumni. The director also serves as a senior member of a collaborative advancement management team. Qualifications include a bachelor's degree; minimum of seven years of alumni programming experience, with a demonstrated track record of meeting measurable goals; experience at LVC or a similar private, residential liberal arts college preferred; availability for evening and weekend work and considerable travel; demonstrated knowledge and experience in alumni programming; volunteer recruitment, motivation and management; budget development; staff supervision; plan implementation and goal achievement; superb organizational skills in order to manage the office operations and assure that volunteers and guests are treated to exceptionally high customer service; appreciation for the interrelatedness of the work of alumni and parent engagement, development, advancement services and the department of marketing and communication, and a willingness to work collaboratively with colleagues; ability to advance a large number of complex projects simultaneously; and a valid driver's license. Interested applicants should submit a resume, letter of interest and contact information for three professional references through Interfolio at http://apply.interfolio.com/28922. For best consideration, please submit materials by March 22, 2015. Position will remain open until filled. Full Job Description


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