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Life has gifted me with tragedy,
broken images, forever haunting,
excruciating my suffering; blood
upon the pulse of my serenity.
Crystal lines are etched over this glaciered heart, 
and my tears wash blotches of thoughts 
that leaves me blank again daily.

Stolen by death, I am left mourning the assassins kill,
soul sliced open, like the parted sea.
Chained and bound I evade flirtatious eyes, 
to inhibit forbidden thoughts;
for love fled upon your precious wings,
survived only by my silent memories.
I stood alone in the midst of nightmares,
just searching for you amongst a midnight dream.

Alas,  although the stars filled my eyes, 
the sky gathered clouds and the Moon reigned misery, 
no peace to be found;
yet today the heavens opened and allowed me to breathe; 
I saw your face again, arms out-stretched, 
and you said: ”Love come to me,
but mere steps into the convalescent sea."

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An empty echo bellows from within the depths of a chasm. Endless and cold, it moans an apathy that desecrates the sanctity of love and alters the signal of all feeling and emotion. It reaches and bites the heart, concealing from vision its true mission of destruction. Tightly wrapping itself around the soul, it plunges its deadly sting through its victim, cutting off the gentle flowing mixture of happiness, sincerity, laughter and devotion. Mindless faces speak a meaningless language. The lips seem to move in an endless array of contours as a lone silhouette vanishes with the last beam of light. Alone it stands as it silently waits for time to pass. Alone in these vast depths of indifference, there is no hope, no salvation from the inward conflict that evaporates the soul. Bow your head little sparrow. Weep the tears that none else can. Reveal the pain that none else will. Lift your eyes to a destiny. Take the future up in your tiny wings and bring it back to me. Together we can cry over the past and fly away. Darkness is the absence of light, yet you and I see. Within the chasm flickers a small candle. To you and I little sparrow, no freedom is too distant, no change too great. We persist with love where blind hatred dwells. Lingering within us is a hope, a dream and purpose that lifts the wind beneath our wings. We've tasted the bottom of the chasm. Together we can cry over the past and fly away..........

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The days go by, each hour and each minute, 
Sometimes I neglect to say certain things, but you know that I mean it. 
In light of this special occasion, I wanted to share a thought with you. 
So often I pass you by with only a gentle tug or two. 
Even without words, you know my feelings, 
Today is one day that has special meaning. 
I want to tell you that one thing you hardly ever hear, 
With passion from me to you, my dear. 
A whisper in the darkness and you look to see who. 
I want to say "THANK YOU" for all that you do.

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When I called for the cows 
They all came home
The gate was closed 
And they dare not roam
But you my love
No matter how loud I called
Deafness reigned upon your ears
No response at all
Your selfish fine tuned pathways
Served you oh so well 
But this I know my love
When I called for the cows
They all came home
The gate was closed
And they dare not roam
I put you on a pedestal 
I gave you oh so much 
My heart my soul my body
And physical gifts and such
But you my love 
No matter how loud I called 
Deafness reigned upon your ears
No response at all
I thought that now 
That you are gone 
I could find some resolution my love
But this I know my love
When I called for the cows 
They all came home
The gate was closed 
And they dare not roam
I stare at the box upon the shelf
Loaded with dark ashes
Once a dipiction of yourself
No longer can I call you
Nore you turn a deaf ear
But this I know my love
When I called for the cows
They all came home
The gate was closed
And they dare not roam.

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Footsteps and Shadows
By
M P Walsh

I hear footsteps in the hallway…I see shadows on the walls,
I hear those quiet murmurs, that so tantalize me now.
I feel that I am dreaming…that same dream I dreamed before,
The same dream that’s a blessing, yes…a blessing to my soul.

The lovely voice of love I’ve lost…that brings my eyes to tears,
She comes to visit me at night when all is calm and clear.
To ease the pain I feel so deep, that keeps me from despair,
I’m dreaming what I see of her…and hearing what I hear.

She left this side of Heaven…while waiting for a heart,
The one she had was wounded and this day it wouldn’t start.
She went away with all my love…to a place where Angels live,
Far above the world we know she rose to live with Him.

I hear footsteps in the hallway…I see shadows on the walls,
And hear those quiet murmurs, that so tantalize me now.
I feel that I am dreaming…that same dream I dreamed before,
That same dream that’s a blessing, yes…a blessing to my soul.

I hope one day to see her…and to gaze those eyes of Blue,
To hug those lips of passion deep and whisper I love you.
To let her know that I forgive…for leaving me alone,
But now she sleeps, with wide eyes shut but now…I sleep all alone.


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Aroused by denial,
Disturbing thoughts prevail,
Wishing reprisal,
Hostility unveiled.

Sharpened words uncover
The mask in place.
Extreme emotions hover,
Seen in your face.

Venom grows inside,
Feeding the fire,
Where poison resides,
In the skeptic’s lair

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I'm thankful for the sky,
thoughtful for the music so high
Thankful for everything that I've seen, 
thoughtful for the smell in the breeze
I'm thankful for the moon, 
thoughtful for it's bloom
I'm thankful for the ocean, 
thoughtful for the motion
I'm thankful for the creatures,
thoughtful of all their features
I'm thankful for the thunder, 
thoughtful for it's bravery
I'm thankful for thinking this through,
thoughtful you took a view

 D.L.V.

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The air thick, like a sweet sticky syrup
Sirens wail, polluting the air with chaos
Voices screaming, obscenities, obscure messages
All the while little children play, in pothole streets
Faces everywhere, stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

Cries in the light of day, bloody hands wave
Freedom, Choices, a single right
Lost trash, food piles, scattered along roadways
Dirty shoes, dangling over power lines
Faces everywhere, stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

Ever searching, an invisible cape, a quick escape
Smells of rotting food, bloated flies
People who cant stop licking their lips, 
twisting their hips, and geeking
Car alarms screaming, like a symphony out of tune
Faces everywhere, stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

So hungry, empty stomachs, empty hearts, empty minds
Seeking to fill, to satisfy, lapping up milk and honey 
Praying for rain, to wash the stench, to hide the sin, 
away…
Lost, undone, alone, without love
Faces everywhere, stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

Writings of love, of peace, scatter in the rain and wind.
An iota, a seed, a shining light, dimly lit in the night
People gather, curious, watching, many hoping
A gentle voice speaks living words, of  life, a better way 
Faces everywhere, stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes

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Soldiers in uniforms
Crucifying their brothers
In order to establish
Justice for their colors
Why on earth is this
Even accepted
To kill and proclaim
Death by dismemberment
Killing all people
Our friends and relatives
Who's really our enemy
When your killing your family
To live by a cause
Diseased by corruption
No matter what faction
Your reason is false and disrupted
Nothing can be justified
If your killing your brothers
Killing is killing
Whether its me
Or your mother
No law to decide
What is right
Or who dies
Just body's that lie
Facedown by a guy
Whos spilling
All the blood
Of the victims
As god is the witness
No one is innocent.
And the killers
Keeps on killing.

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My Handicap Beach


As I lay here and look out the window from our hotel at the absolutely amazing view..
It makes me wonder how something so simple creates such beauty and always seems so new..
I feel sadness for those who pass by every day and don’t think another thought about..
The beauty that surrounds them from the beach and the water with the waves washing in and out..
The lighthouse that stands unintentionally stoic and tall and lights the way for those out at sea..
And the sand that finally runs across my toes which has been a dream for so long for me…
This was only possible with the help of a loving person who got me where I needed to go…
And to whom I really hope does realize how much they have helped me in many ways to grow..
And there are always a few people that have to make a spectacle of a girl in a wheelchair..
As they walk by me and say things in a whisper as if they think I can’t hear along with a stare here and there..
If they only knew that It was one of the best days of my life and that I am feeling so relaxed and at ease..
I will take all of their comments and let them go over my head along with the beautiful breeze..
Because this morning I may have been the disabled girl on the beach which was a wonderful thing to me..
And until you learn to see the view from down in a wheelchair every day I don’t care what you think you see...
Because today my view was from the warm sand on a beach towel that was laid down just for me and was the best..
Day I have had in so long because I was no longer that poor gilt in the wheelchair and felt almost like all of the rest..
Of beach goers and comers to the new jersey shore in Atlantic City and right on the pier that is very well known..
For gambling and partying but for me it was just to feel the sand on my toes and feel like I was not handicapped if even for a few moments alone..
Coming home with my stuff in disarray the way it always is along with a few souvenirs because they are from my very first trip away from home..
I loved it so much and want to thank those who took me long on a short but awesome vacation to start me going more which I really hope..
Because it’s nice sometimes to go to places that make you feel different than the usual girl in the wheelchair always needing help from what I call in my head my proverbial rope..
Buffy Sammons


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By chance, I saw you peeking through. Your yellow bright, in breeze you blew. Your petals soft, your beauty rare. I could not help but stop and stare. You were the first but not the last. My fragile rose you grew so fast. You came with rain and brought the spring. Your power strong, fit for a king. The sweet perfume that you possess. Does make me weak I must confess. Upon your sight I quickly froze. My lovely flower, my special rose.

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen 
of his quaint brownstone on West 12th Street
in Manhattan, decades after his death.

And quite at home with him, I chop and slice;
bake, twice-baked potatoes — their skins crisping 
to perfection; roast, the prime tenderloin of beef 

he’d earlier instructed me to hand-rub with 
coarsely ground black pepper and kosher salt. 
(I used sea salt and that was ok with him.) 

Right now, he’s reminding me to stir my roux,
then I should add the crisp bacon bits, made earlier, 
to the finely chopped spinach I just finished sautéing. 

He says I should wait till the last minute 
to toss the mélange of local field greens with 
the lemongrette he had me make in lieu of 

vinaigrette, because, it seems that vinegar 
often spoils the taste of wine. As for the wines 
with dinner: for the salad, I’m chilling 

a 2011 Seyval Blanc from New York State; 
with the beef dish, a 10-year-old California 
Zinfandel; this followed by a 2010 Pinot Noir 

from Oregon, paired with artisanal cheeses 
from Vermont and Connecticut, plus 
crisp sourdough rolls and flatbread; 

and, in the frig, chilling, a late-harvest, Long Island 
Riesling to complement the secret confection hidden 
away on a silver tray till dessert-time.

According to Jim, red wine should be served at 
room temperature, and since older reds have a layer 
of sediment in the bottle, he said the Zin will need
 
to be decanted, and that, right before serving; 
he wants the Pinot to breathe 15 minutes, or so, 
in the glass before being drunk. 

(The aeration of younger reds will rid those wines of 
their chalky tasting tannins.) All this for my guests 
who’ll soon be sitting round my dining table akin to 

Jim’s 60 inch round green marble slab of a tabletop, 
where, before the first bite of the Jim-inspired, 
5-star meal, I’ll raise my glass to the big bald guy —

James Beard, “The Father of American Cuisine.”

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What will you do when it’s your time to shine?
Do you have all your words written down in your mind?
Have you planned for the day when they call on your name?
To lift up a soul and help hide someone’s shame?

Is it easy for you to just stand up and speak?
Anytime, anywhere – any day of the week?
What about when you’re asked to give your point of view
On the many events that take place in the news?

If you’re asked to speak on the ‘good news’ of Christ
To those who yet walk in the world, full of vice.
Do you have rhyming words or a sweet song to sing?
As you share the news of our Resurrected King?

These questions I ask are to keep us in mind
Of the Great Commission given to all mankind!
That our King returns with Victory in His hand,
And all will bow down with their knees in the sand

Giving glory to God – Who truly loved us all
Even though disobedience caused us to fall.
Yet He gave all He had even Everlasting Life.
He forgave us our sins – He took away our strife.

His command said “go forth in the world, filled with love
And be as wise as serpents – but gentle as doves”.
So what will you do when it’s your time to shine?
When God opens up Heaven and says “This child is Mine?”

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