Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014





I played all day long here
I made memories of life
I fought some fights
But, my body is tired now
Shadows of sleep are calling me
Take me home, mother
I want to rest my head on your lap
I want to feel your caring touch
When I fall asleep
Keep running your fingers through my hair
They are pencils
Drawing beautiful dreams in my sleep
Warding off the demons.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014

A poet’s heart~by Eden Hundsdoerfer



A poet’s heart

tender and sublime
oh he plays game sometime
words come easy most times
and flatters everytime

knows how to tickle your inner feelings
and create poetic meanings
a game of love he’s winning
without you knowing

be wary before you’re sorry
too late before you worry
your heart has been taken
his words he’s not mistaken

he said that in purpose
gave you a lovely rose
sweet nothings whispered
at last he conquered

by:Eden H.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014

Poetry~by Angela Angela Angela


Poetry~by Angela Angela Angela

Lost in darkness
With nowhere to go
Just a small fire inside my soul
Just a piece of faith
I feel so small
In darkness
Where i found my own
Blindly i see myself dying
Without a hint of regret
For i know i’ll be back for tomorrow
Retrieved from the living dead
I drowned myself
In the vast of unconsciousness
I drowned myself
Lost inside madness
To be retrieved back to light
Back to the cradle where there is life


Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014





Come with me
I want to take you to a place
I know it’s after midnight
But it is really important
It’s eerie and smells like death
Look around at all the graves
There are hundreds of them
Not a pleasant sight I am sure
Hold your heart
I am about to show you scariest thing in the world
Just look closer to the tombstones
Spine chilling isn’t it?
The length of life of those who lie in these graves
1 month, 4 months, 9 and half months
Some didn’t survive even a day
Some lived to the tender age of 10 or 12
There were only few which lived longer than that
I know the questions that have been rising in your mind
Why did this happen?
They were just little babies who should have lived fulfilled lives
Why destiny isn’t fair and God is cruel

But it will shatter your heart into millions pieces
When I will tell you they were all murdered to death by one
The sorrow is slowly turning into anger mixed with hate for the one who did that
I need you to strengthen your heart for what I am about to tell you next
This revelation might take the ground off your feet and sky from your above sending you into a black hole
The one who didn’t hear the shrills of those little beings
Who looked into their innocent eyes and stabbed them to death
The one who has their blood in his hands and is condemned to an eternal hell
Is no one but you
You are the murderer of those little souls
Those babies lying in the graves are nothing but your dreams
This is you who dug their graves
This graveyard is in your name
I hope you will enjoy the master piece you have created for yourself
I don’t know how you are going to drag this burden until your last breath
But all I can say to you is all the best.

P.S. Dead dreams- most haunting spirits

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014

Love is love ( a song lyric)~by Partha Sarathi Paul



Love is love ( a song lyric)

Love hits our hearts.
We lose our minds.
It ails very hard.
In very many kinds!

Heads go above the clouds.
And dreams play the stars!
Thoughts kick on the box.
And things turn rabbits or a fox!

Love is cancer and panacea.
It`s like a tumor in mind.
Benign or malignant!
It kills appetite and earns insomnia!

It catches you like cold
When you sweat or get wet!
No extra vitamin-C can help.
All anecdotes just fail to help!

It`s like a pest that hides in crops
What we chew to be on the tops!
No fertilizer can ward it off.
We get to peaks and have steep falls!

Yet we need it as we need air.
We must play it fair or unfair!
For many it works like a magic.
For many it turns very tragic!

Love hits our hearts.
We lose our minds.
It ails very hard.
In very many kinds!

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014

The Vision of Love~by Rik Bertrand



The Vision of Love

My heart is filled with mystery,
I am intrigued by loves emotion,
I feel the presence of beauty’s aura,
And my heart wants pure devotion.

Glowing light surrounds her essence,
Reflecting the elegance she radiates.
My feelings crawl out from deep inside,
Through all boundaries permeates.

There’s no understanding of who she is,
Just a vision that comes to me.
A vision that binds my soul,
And will not set me free.

I reach out to touch her face,
And my hand just passes through
My heart drops and then turns blue,
For my vision is not true.

Her image is in my head,
I see her at every turn.
Her beauty sets fire to my heart,
I can feel it as it burns.

There is no denying the mystery,
Or the hold she has on me.
No denying the shameless love,
Or why she won’t set me free.

©Rik Bertrand (AUGUST 2015 #28) thanks Dali for the photo… I love it.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014

YOU ARE SO TINY, O MY DEAR PRINCESS!~by Dipankar Sadhukhan




You are so tiny, o my dear princess!
You try to utter broken sentences
And express yourself by lovely gestures.
Then I regain my very childhood days.

I’m fascinated by your endeavour.
Day or night – every time you’re learning more.
Your effort always encourages me
To compose new verses beautifully.

When I look at the mirror of future,
I see – you are not tiny but mature;
You are crowned with success, fame and glory.
Then my heart brims with happiness and joy.

When I spend hours observing your effort,
I can find both of our childhood and youth.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
“Beauty and Truth in Love”, Sonnet No: 29

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014

transistor~by Jurgen Uiterdijk




is listening to your thoughts
the same as to your heart
where are you listening too

is it pure and divine
or is it something else
put your radio on

find your tuning
for what’s happening in the mind
for what’s happening in the heart

take care for the world
in finding yourself back
pure and honesty

what’s the trigger of your mind?
it’s nothing about right or wrong
just the feeling where you belong

like a transistor-radio
tuning the sound you want to hear
pure and honesty
(copyrights, ameen, 2014 )

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014

Heaven Sent~by Rik Bertrand



Heaven Sent

Joni Marie,
An angel the lord set free,
To be my guardian and savior.
Precious heart, with binding soul
She has fallen into my favor.

Joni Marie
A far cry from just a lady,
She is truly Gods creature.
I take her into who I am,
She has becomes my life’s teacher.

Joni Marie
My teacher, my love, my life,
My friend and confidant,
My Angel that God has sent.
So that I shall never want.

Joni Marie,
I love you with my heart and soul,
And I shall till the end of days.
You are the miracle in my life,
That I will forever praise.

©Rik Bertrand (AUG 2014 # 27) for a dear dear friend Joni Marie….you will always be in my heart.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 22, 2014

Daily missive for Friday the 22nd of August.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Friday the 22nd of August.

Nice people have bad thoughts.
Good people do evil things,
Write the songs
The Devil sings.

You tell yourself that,
Every time,
You catch yourself
Wishing ill, on someone
Who hurt you,
They might have,
Cut you up.
Took too long at the cash till.
Added too much
On your lunch bill,
Somebody else’s wine.

When a waiter asks,
‘Is everything fine?’
When it clearly is not.
Ever wished,
Just for a jot,
You could take him out
With just one clean shot.
Before you stop
To remember,
You are one of the good guys,
Not a killer, in bad disguise.

But it would be good,
Wouldn’t it?
To throw a tantrum,
Barge to the front
Of a queue.
Make somebody else wait,
Instead of you.
Be the loudest voice.
Forget taking turns,
Be the star that burns,
Demand the best choice.
Get all your own way,
Just once in a day.

If not for the fact
You are nice,
The whole world
Would bow to you,
Not once, but twice.
Save you the biggest slice.
The last parking space.
The heads up in the big race.
The respect you deserve.
And demand,
Just once.
If only you could
Still, that shaking hand,
And keep your nerve,
So at last,
You might be
The winner,
Not just the first reserve.

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